Monday, June 29, 2009

Wow, wow, WOW ...

... Check out Nashville's Tea Party Protest!

Hundreds turn out for a Tea Party, but the MSM can't be bothered covering it. Single digits turn out for a Cindy Sheehan protest, and every media outlet in the country shows up.


Most conservatives don't allow themselves the luxury of going to protests. They're too busy, you know, holding down jobs and keeping their families going. So, if you ask me, the Tea Parties take on extra significance for the current administration, to wit: You're pi$$ing off the wrong people.

Just sayin'.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Brief hiatus

There's a lunch party being thrown for my dad's 85th birthday, and I'll be staying with him overnight. Back to blogging tomorrow evening.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

'Revenge of the '80s'!

Are YOU in the Lynch Files?

The Walk-Man's started a new blog devoted solely to Canadian "Human Rights" Commissar, er, Commissioner, Jennifer Lynch's hit list of 1,200 blogs saying mean things about her.

Can't wait to see if I'm on it!

(For background, visit Blazing Cat Fur if you're unfamiliar with the whole issue)

UPDATE: The new name of the blog is "The Lynch Mob." Much more appropriate, don't you think?

Friday, June 26, 2009

Welcome, Michael Jackson Googlers!

Though you're accidental visitors here, as it were, feel free to stick around, comment, and basically enjoy watching the parade along with me!

I've enjoyed the massive hits "Instalanche"-style, and feel it's the closest I'll ever come to one. Thanks again!

(For those confused: If you Google "Michael Jackson pictures," my blog is the fifth one you see, hence the huge hits I'm referring to)


My page has disappeared under the weight of inquiries. But, well, while it lasted, it was sweet :)

Hurry and get yer vote in!

Voting closes at 6 p.m. tonight on the best slogan for a Be Mean To Jennifer Lynch T-shirt, which you can win!

Tea Parties heating up

Big plans are afoot for July 4 Tea Parties, which the MSM will either ignore or ridicule, no doubt. But I plan to be at one of these. Might even go back to Wilkes-Barre.

Check out Pittsburgh's speaker lineup -- boy, do I wish I lived closer to that city!

Americans reading this: Please, please attend a Tea Party nearest you. Nothing less than the future of this country is at stake.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

End and beginning

Looks like Farrah and Michael Jackson have given up the cultural ghost.


I think we're seeing the end of expectancies, here.

The next thing is up to us.

Monday, June 22, 2009

If I had my 'druthers,' I want THIS ...

Army Barbie.

O, yes.


Partly because I grew up with Barbies. Partly because I served in the U.S. Army. That kind of cognitive dissonance was only experienced by my generation.

Barbie? Military service? Too rich to ignore.

Store beclowns Gore

Oh, this is rich (via Tim Blair) : "The Crossword bookstore at Bangalore’s Garuda Mall has Al Gore figured out."


Interdire le burqa!

Extremely gratifying to hear French President Nicolas Sarkozy call for a ban on the burqa in France:

"'In our country, we cannot accept that women be prisoners behind a screen, cut off from all social life, deprived of all identity,' Sarkozy said to extended applause at the Chateau of Versailles, southwest of Paris."

Well, yeah.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Friday, June 19, 2009

Chapter ends, another begins

Well, it's happened ... my Maggie has graduated high school.

(Indulge this loving mom just a bit, won't you?)

She came into the world red-haired, but didn't stay so for long. Her hair turned butter-blond, and only darkened a bit as she grew into a Viking princess, totally unlike me.

She was bright and mischievous from the get-go. A favorite memory: Her older sister was standing in the hallway, holding a toy, momentarily lost in thought. Along comes 2-year-old Sis, having stalked her prey -- and, snatching the toy out of Dana's hand, races down the corridor, saying "Heh! Heh! Heh!" in a gravelly tone of triumph that sounds for all the world like a flasher who'd just scored a victim.

As she grew, she had her own way of looking at the world. As a Scorpio, she had lots of friends, but none ever knew the real "her." (Even I don't, though I know her better than anyone.) She was sickly, often, being prone to viruses, but she never let it slow her down.

Finally she became a young woman, beautiful inside as well as out. Oh, she has her faults; she tends to be impulsive, emotionally, but she's done mighty well getting that under control. As a beautiful creature, she runs the very real risk of thinking more of herself than she may, perhaps, deserve, having been complimented for so many things, not the least of which are her accomplishments, and the things she has done for others; but I trust her to know what's earned and what's not -- what are God-given blessings and what she has done on her very own. And I hope she will rejoice in both :)

It was a fun ceremony -- the kids smuggled in beach balls and balloons, against the rules, and they flew freely to much laughter, in spite of the risk of disrespect. Somehow, I couldn't mind that they had so much fun, even though -- perhaps because -- at my graduation, that would have been grounds practically for arrest :)

My only tears came watching my Maggie join the choir for the last time to sing the National Anthem. Along with her other talents, she sings like a nightingale, and she so loved being in the choir throughout high school. It was the last time she'd sing with them, and it filled my heart.

Maggsie, I'd try to find the words to tell you all I felt, and believe, but I'm not up to it. My heart overflowed when your sister graduated, and it did so all over again when you did. Different reasons, same feeling.

In spite of the times, you can look ahead with glad eyes, after all you've done. Proud? Small word for such a huge emotion. My maternal advice? Have FUN from now on, stepping from adventure to adventure, and keep the door open for GOOD things, expected or unexpected. Bad things happen, and they teach us a lot. But once we learn, the lesson is the only thing to keep. Only the good things are worth remembering.

Yes ... it sounds simple, but it's more profound than you know:

Always, from now on, have FUN :)

Go, girls!

Great-grandmas rule the boards!

(Further apologies for light blogging lately -- since my mom's passing, I had stuff happening. It will settle down after a bit. Thanks for your patience!)

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Cab and the Nicholas Brothers ...

It don't get much better than THIS, Brer.

Pray for Iran

Yes, that's right.

Here's the thing: Somewhere around 80 percent of Iranians are 30 or younger. They have HAD IT with the life-killing religious dictates. So they're taking to the streets.

Here's a pretty good up-to-date roundup of what's going on right now (via Instapundit).

I'm reminded of a chant from my Maggie's softball team, when they were trying to psych themselves toward a win:

"You've got to WANT it, to WIN it, and we want it MORE."

Want it, Iran.

Monday, June 15, 2009

You want doctors?

Give them a reason why practicing medicine doesn't involve fear and loathing.

And just HOW is "universal health" going to help doctors deal with malpractice? Hmm?

We REALLY have yer best interests at heart

Jennifer Lynch (Mob) attempts to justify her existence, and her assaults against free speech in Canada.

Comments pretty much shred her and her poisonous ideology. The trouble is, people are too complacent. Other stuff demands their attention, while under the radar, these "people" are eroding your future life.

(I pray this results in a wake-up. With every fiber of my being, as the saying goes. Of course, it involves actual action -- i.e., writing to members of Parliament, Stephen Harper, the Prime Minister, etc. I pray some of us aren't so lazy anymore. We shall see.)

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Remember the Magna Charta?

Or not.

All the steaks you can eat!

Drool, Britannia

Oh, dear.


Okay. I've got to add to this; being an Anglophile.

Basically, I've always felt that the Magna Charta was the Right Answer. And the British, as the caretakers thereof, were pretty much spot-on.

That they're not ... and they're not, anymore ... hurts. Bring on the apocalypse.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Red State update!


Ezra beclowns the Canadian Human Rights Commission.

Anyone reading this who cares about freedom of speech -- write the CHRC and members of Parliament, even if you're not Canadian -- I did, and in no uncertain terms!

Friday, June 12, 2009

Surprised By Joy

The Walk-Man discovers, and points out that, that C.S. Lewis, who penned the "Chronicles of Narnia," was a Christian of the best order.

Lewis (whose original moniker, "Clive Staples," consigned him to ridicule -- thus was his nickname "Jack" ever after) -- had, as his idolater, John R.R. Tolkien. He GOT what Tolkien was after, with his Trilogy.

What Jack was after was children "getting" it ...

But more so, paring down the narrative to something even children could "get."

Granted, Tolkien's world requires meditation, and attention, that today's humans aren't willing to give.

More's the pity.

But Jack Lewis boiled it down to essentials, that we ALL can get.


Read "The Chronicles of Narnia."

If you're so disposed, then read the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy by Tolkien.


All you need to know about life.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Apologies for light blogging

My mom's funeral is tomorrow, and the family's gathering at my Dad's. I'll have a laptop, but may not get a chance to post.

Friday, June 5, 2009

The best woman in the world

My mom.

She was exactly 80 years and 1 month old today when she passed away, with one hand in mine and the other in my sister Margot's. Daddy kissed her as her last breath whispered away. Sisters and brothers, granddaughters, a wonderful chaplain and a wonderful priest stood near and just loved her as the long fight ended.

There's so much I want to say ... how transformed she looked, literally 40 or 50 years younger ... how she transformed me, when I was a scared and hurt little girl.

Not much I can say can put the enormity into words that was the bravest, cleanest, lovingest beautiful woman who ever lived. Her name was Margaret, and everyone called her Peggy. When I named my Maggie after her, she shone like a star.

I know you're hearing this, Ma. Thank you for loving me. Please stay with me till it's my turn one day.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Pissed-off cat

Courtesy of my friend Neo :) --

(and other good stuff)

King-Size Canary

Best Buy prank freaks store out

Best Buy from ImprovEverywhere on Vimeo.

Ha ha! Little did a New York Best Buy store know what was happening when a horde of extra "employees" arrived.

This group is awesome! They're called Improv Everywhere (motto: "We Cause Scenes"), and they've pulled a whole bunch of different capers like this one. Check 'em out!

(via boingboing)

..... all right, you have simply GOT to watch the Synchronized Swimming Team:

Synchronized Swimming from ImprovEverywhere on Vimeo.

'Where are you in the movie?'

Cool link from Dana O!

I chose "The Wizard of Oz," and wound up where Dorothy's yelling at the Cowardly Lion for scaring Toto :)

Homeschooling smackdown smacked down

The Walk-Man successfully makes idiots of those who think homeschooling is, in his words, "some kook system cooked up by god-fearing, xenophobic rednecks."

There's plenty wrong with public schools that needs to be fixed. But there should be room for homeschooling, which, statistically, turns out better, smarter, more well-adjusted students.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Freakin' Britons.

Melting down.

Not that we're probably too far behind, I guess.

Pandering to lower angels

Playboy Inc. has gotten itself in a bit of a flap, while a lib blogger who tried to whitewash the piece gets a pile-on from commenters.

A couple of observations, here:

Who knew there was such a thing as "hate-f***ing?" Sounds an awful lot like "rape" to me. If it's truly consensual, as a few people assert, it's still pretty damned sick.

I hate the word "f***" anyway. I'm always deeply ashamed of myself when I use it. It's linguistically, morally and spiritually unclean. So is Playboy, for publishing such a vile piece. So is the journalist who was its apologist. (The link was published under Politico's "The Lighter Side of Politics" section!)

When did such a wonderful -- and spiritual -- act designed to bond men and women together in joy become reduced to such an ugly term?

Chip ... chip ... chip ... goes the steady erosion of all that's good and decent in the world.

'So who owns "Socialism?"'

Eric Scheie over at Classical Values laments the fact that anyone using the "S" word in discussions about the Obama administration automatically gets labeled a "kook" or "right-wing conspiracy theorist."

One of the commenters points out that if it looks like a socialist, smells like a socialist, advocates government takeover of private business like a socialist, it probably is one. And several commenters advised Scheie to use the word bluntly, in context, and never mind kookdom.

I agree.

(Via Instapundit)

Monday, June 1, 2009

Cool new blog!

This gorgeous creature is blogging over at Dana O - One Night Only, and you definitely want to check her out.

(The fact that she's my daughter has NOTHING TO DO with my endorsement. Well, okay, maybe it does -- but check her out -- lots of refreshing takes on lots of different things!)

It's the apocalypse!

Ann Althouse is guestblogging for Instapundit while he's on vacation, and she enabled comments!

(For anyone not familiar with Professor Glenn Reynolds, he's only the biggest blogger on the 'Net. Heretofore, he has not had comments on his site. So I, of course, had to chisel my "Eowyn wuz here" on the comment wall and make a bit of history!)