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March 2008

Friday, March 28, 2008

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Thursday, March 27, 2008
DC 5 - Hall of Fame
Dave Clark Five -
March 2008 Induction Ceremony to the R&R Hall of Fame
Tom Hanks presided over the Introduction
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
FLAG Ceremony - Columbus, Oh Rickenbacker Field
From the show at Rickenbacker Field, Columbus, Ohio , in September.
This was the opening ceremony each day.
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Thursday, March 06, 2008
Jonah Goldberg - on WFB The Prince of Polysyllabilism
February 29, 2008 12:00 AM
Prince of Polysyllabism
He was a hapax legomenon in the book of Life.

By Jonah Goldberg
William F. Buckley died this week at the age of 82. He was, among other things, the founder of National Review (my professional home for the last decade), architect and leader of the modern American conservative movement, host of Firing Line (where he was the longest-serving television host in history), renowned author of some 50 books — which included spy novels, political polemics, histories, biographies, sailing memoirs and countless animadversions of an acutely sesquipedalian flavor, as the peripatetic proselytizer of polysyllabism might say — harpsichord recitalist, syndicated columnist, esteemed lecturer (he gave some 70 speeches a year for decades), adventurer, father of acclaimed novelist and journalist Christopher Buckley and husband to philanthropist Patricia Buckley, one-time New York City mayoral candidate (when asked what he would do if he won, he responded, “Demand a recount”), mentor to countless young conservatives and inspiration to millions more.In short, his life was richer and more packed than an overburdened sentence, such as the above.

In the inaugural issue of National Review, he set out to “stand athwart history, yelling Stop.”That rallying cry has always earned the scorn of liberals and leftists who believe in their bones that they are the servants of Progress, and that Progress is something you can’t stand in the way of. (Alas, it has also elicited rolling eyes and titters from a new generation of self-described “compassionate conservatives” who believe that the government is there to love you.)

Still, it was the Marxists who best articulated this conviction that with every page ripped from the calendar, humanity was closer to the ideal of universal collective endeavor. They spoke of cold impersonal forces of history moving inexorably toward a utopia where, it just so happened, people like them would be in charge.But Marxism was merely one expression of this conviction, which had stained the American soul well before Buckley was born. For example, in 1892, James Baird Weaver, the Populist Party’s presidential nominee, spoke for coming generations of Progressives, reformers and activists when he proclaimed, “We have tried to show that competition is largely a thing of the past. Every force of our industrial life is hurrying on the age of combination. It is useless to try to stop the current.”

A generation later, Harry Garfield, the president of Williams College and director of Woodrow Wilson’s Fuel Administration, giddily announced: “We have come to a parting of the ways, we have come to the time when the old individualistic principle must be set aside.” Now, he gushed, “we must boldly embark upon the new principle of cooperation and combination.”

In 1932, Stuart Chase, the man who reportedly coined the phrase “The New Deal,” lamented that the Russians were having all the fun remaking the world. New Dealers spoke of creating a new “religion of government” whereby citizens took it on faith that collectivism was the natural order.

By the mid 1940s, no less than Franklin Roosevelt insisted that the old Bill of Rights, which denied the government the power to meddle in the affairs of men, should be supplanted by a new “economic Bill of Rights” that would hasten the historical rush to collectivism.

When Buckley graduated from Yale, he penned a blistering critique of his alma mater, complaining that it had come to take this collectivist tide for granted, particularly since Yale had abandoned Godly faith in favor of the cold, impersonal forces that seem to go hand-in-hand with atheism (perhaps because those who believe that God is dead consequently believe that man must play God to his fellow men).

Just the year before, renowned literary critic Lionel Trilling had proclaimed in The Liberal Imagination that, “in the United States at this time Liberalism is not only the dominant but even the sole intellectual tradition.” Conservative impulses, he insisted, “do not express themselves in ideas but only in action or in irritable mental gestures which seek to resemble ideas.”

This, then, was the History — with a capital H, bequeathed to it by Hegel and Marx and a thousand other false prophets — that Buckley set about to stand athwart, and eventually to thwart. For Buckley and his band of happy warriors, collectivism in its brutal forms in the Soviet Union was anathema, but collectivism in its genteel form here at home was also folly. “You cannot paint the Mona Lisa by assigning one dab each to a thousand painters,” Buckley said.

In his battle with those who believed the Earth moved in one direction, he was the Hercules pitted against the Atlas of collectivism. Few were more successful in the battle. He did not merely “part the Red Sea,” as Ronald Reagan once told him, “you rolled it back.”

There were so many facets to Buckley’s talents, it seems absurd to try to sum them up. A joyous heart, an omnivorous mind, a fearless stomach for battle: this was the anatomy of “WFB.”

There will never be another. He was, as he might say were he not so modest, a hapax legomenon in the book of life.

America is NOT at War ! The US Military is at War. America is at the MALL!
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Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Dumb as Doorknobs

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Published: March 5, 2008
Are Voters Smarter than 5th Graders?
Gabriel Garnica

Unlike Michelle Obama, I have been proud of this country and what it represents since I was knee high to a Tonka truck. Unlike Michelle Obama, I do not conveniently forget that everything I am today I owe to my parents’ love and this nation’s opportunity and freedom. In fact, I seem to be going in the completely opposite direction as Michelle in most respects (not a bad thing). One of those things is pride. While she has only recently found something to be proud about, I am rapidly finding something to be ashamed of.

Dumber Than Doorknobs

Unless I am delusional, it seems to me that the typical American voter has never been dumber, has never been more naïve and has never been more susceptible to every media con game in the books. It is becoming increasingly apparent that the dumbing down of this country has now reached the point where dumb and dumber could describe America’s collective intelligence progression over the past decade.

We have kids who cannot spell half the words they remember or remember half the words they should know. We have students whose grasp of basic math is about as tenuous as their association with common sense, critical thinking and logic. We have the babes of progressive education, fed a steady supply of victimization, pop education rubbish and flimsy notions of right and wrong. We have an entire generation whose rational and moral capacity is almost as deficient as their ability to follow simple directions, unscrew a medicine cap or vote without leaving a hanging chad.

Of course, there are exceptions, outstanding students who have managed to develop a fully-functioning brain and conscience. There have always been lights in the darkest nights, and there always will be. You cannot stamp out every ounce of human intelligence and moral capacity, no matter how hard you try. The vast majority, however, have become increasingly alienated from constructive brain use, content to turn the phrase “coast to coast” into a primer on handling successive courses in school. These are the kids who refuse to use any word longer than their curses, who dare you to listen to their rhetoric and conversations on a bus without leading you to suicide or, at least, thoughts of jumping off the bus, which may or may not be suicide but will certainly be a lot better than listening to what stands for America’s future.

Let us not slam the youth exclusively, however, for their precursors, the adults of today, are no wiser and more wrinkled. Just listen to what laughingly poses as serious discussion on The View, where airheads with serious looks spew their drivel wrapped as thought and insight, once in a while hugging or kissing, apparently delusional in the idea that their ramblings are in the same time zone as wisdom. I do not know which is worse: the fact that these fools are highly paid to display their superficial, mental deficiencies or that the sheep and lemmings in the audience cheer their burps and swoon at their pathetic swipes at relevance.

Finally, let us not forget that this mass stupidity has not befallen this nation through sheer coincidence. It is the result of an increasingly useless public school system and an increasingly dangerous media propaganda effort. When the media tells most people to jump, the vast majority do not only ask, “How high?” but also, “How often?”

Voting By the Mentally Poor

The right to vote is certainly one of the greatest expressions of a free nation yet, like all privileges, it carries a great responsibility with the benefit. That responsibility is to think, to reason, to critically analyze, to compare and contrast, to rationally dig and to make use of all of one’s mental and moral capacities in making the best possible decision and choice. Pray tell, how can the average American voter, academically and rationally babied for so long, have a prayer to make an effective choice of cheese, much less the leader of this nation?

The other day I was speaking to a friend’s toddler when she told me that she wanted a fork I was holding. Obviously, I did not want to give this child the fork as she could harm herself, so all I did was make some comment about Barney and the little girl completely forgot about the fork. All of this to remind you that innocent, naïve minds can be manipulated at whim. We have a media that wants to honeymoon with its favorite candidates half the time and hail them as the second coming the other half. That same media bashes, mocks or ignores those candidates it detests with such subtle or blatant frequency that one wonders if the word “objective” is the new hate word.

Why do we have debates? One candidate can make serious errors or praise controversial figures and still have his fanny kissed by a fawning media. Another can flip-flop; point hypocritical fingers or rant mindlessly and not be challenged. Why do we have political parties? They used to mean disparate views of the world, divergent approaches to society and differing takes on how to make this country great. Having finally eliminated the blur from my own vision through laser surgery, I find that the blur just moved to the differences between Democrats and Republicans as conservatives look under the bed for candidates to believe in.

Why do we have a media? We once imagined that true journalism meant reporting the truth accurately and objectively. Now we find that they play the average American “thinker” like I played that toddler, except I was moving the child away from harm and this media moves America toward it. Have you ever watched or listened to an ad for a TV program or store, listening to all of the inane, stupid rhetoric and mindless exclamations that this the show or place “you have been waiting for all of your life” or is the “greatest one yet”? Have you ever wondered who is stupid enough to buy this rubbish, not able to see through the hype, the lies, and the agenda?

Sadly, the answer is increasingly becoming “most people.”


I have always worshipped the power of words. Perhaps it is because I have always had a facility with them. Maybe it is because they are the tangible, audible expressions of intangible thought.
People often talk of the shrinking middle class, of the growing disparity between the haves and the have nots. They are, of course, speaking in economic and social terms, but I submit a new set of haves and have nots, on an intellectual, rational, moral plane.

We are breeding successive generations of sheep, of mental toddlers, of fawning, superficial groupies ready to cheer, faint, and throw their underwear at any charismatic, smiling media darling that comes along.

We are turning government by the people into government despite the people, and most of us are too clueless to even see it. We are justifying, rationalizing, defending and even praising stupidity when we used to do our best to eradicate it.

Increasingly, we are becoming a nation of intellectual haves and have nots. The haves know how to use words and construct arguments whether logical or manipulative. The intellectual have nots, however, only know how to swoon, drool, cheer, faint and follow instructions off a cliff on a cue. The old adage that “whoever rocks the cradle, rules the world” has never been more relevant than it is today. Increasingly and tragically, the Left is rocking the cradle, the Right is wearing diapers and the vast voting public is the infant listening to the media’s lullaby.

# # contributing editor Gabriel Garnica, Esq., is a college professor and licensed attorney whose regular commentary also appears on New, The Daley Times-Post, and Michnews. He holds a law degree from New York University and a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology from St. John’s University in New full author bio hereIf you are a reporter or producer who is interested in receiving more information about this writer or this article, please email your request to -- The opinions expressed in this column are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the opinions, views, and/or philosophy of The Family Security Foundation, Inc.
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Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Who's in Charge ??
>> God is sitting in Heaven when a scientist arrives and says to Him, "We don't need YOU you any more. Science has finally figured out a way to create life out of nothing. In other words, we can now do what You did in the beginning."

"Oh, is that so? Tell me..." replies God.

"Well, " says the scientist, "we can take dirt and form it into the likeness of You and breathe life into it, thus creating man."

"Well, that's interesting. Show Me."

So the scientist bends down to the earth and starts to mold the soil.

"Oh no, no, no..." interrupts God,> [I love this]>

"Get your own dirt."
Posted by Michael at Tuesday, March 04, 2008 0 comments
Oh, there's MUCH more to know about Sheriff Joe!

Maricopa County was spending approx. $18 million dollars a year on stray animals, like cats and dogs. Sheriff Joe offered to take the department over, and the County Supervisors said okay. The animal shelters are now all staffed and operated by prisoners. They feed and care for the strays; every animal in his care is taken out and walked twice daily. He now has prisoners w ho are experts in animal nutrition and behavior. They give great classes for anyone who'd like to adopt an animal. He has literally taken stray dogs off the street, given them to the care of prisoners, and had them place in dog shows. The best part? His budget for the entire department is now under $3 million.

A couple adopted a Weimaraner from a Maricopa County shelter two years ago. He was neutered, and current on all shots, in great health, and even had a microchip inserted the day we got him. Cost us $78.

The prisoners get the benefit of about $0.28 an hour for working, but most would work for free, just to be out of their cells for the day. Most of his budget is for utilities, building maintenance, etc. He pays the prisoners out of the fees collected for adopted animals. I have long wondered when the rest of the country would take a look at the way he runs the jail system, and copy some of his ideas. He has a huge farm, donated to the county years ago, where inmates can work, and they grow most of their own fresh vegetables and food, doing all the work and harvesting by hand. He has a pretty good sized hog farm, which provides meat, and fertilizer. It fertilizes the Christmas tree nursery, where prisoners work, and you can buy a living Christmas tree for $6 - $8 for the Holidays, and plant it later. We have six trees in our yard from the Prison.

Yep, he was reelected last year with 83% of the vote.
Now he's in trouble with the ACLU again.
He painted all his buses and vehicles with a mural that has a special hotline phone number painted on it, where you can call and report suspected illegal aliens. Immigrations and Customs Enforcement wasn't doing enough in his eyes, so he had 40 deputies trained specifically for enforcing immigration laws, started up his hotline, and bought 4 new buses just for hauling folks back to the! border.
He's kind of a "Git-R Dun" kind of Sheriff.

NOTE: The above blog was borrowed from

America is NOT at War ! The US Military is at War. America is at the MALL!
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Saturday, March 01, 2008
Inspiration Lifeway Skit
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