Hey, he's a scumbag.

Ho Ho Ho chi minh

“ A Tale of Two Presidential Vacations This is hardly a commentary on the most important things going on currently, but it should be revealing, even for those who have somehow not yet grasped the true nature of Barack Obama, his regime and his agenda. ST P.S. Camp David (with its rustic lodges, in the woods of Maryland's Catoctin Mountain Park), has always struck me as an ideal place to go at Christmastime. But what do I know?; I love the woods in winter. I'm not obsessed with golf, and I've never been to Hawaii, let alone claiming to have been born there. From today's American Thinker: A Tale of Two Presidential Vacations By Brian C Joondeph “Our character is what we do when we think no one is looking” is an aphorism from author H. Jackson Brown, Jr.  Much of the life of an American president is public, yet much is not.  The true character of the president may be revealed during moments away from the television cameras and news reporters. President George W. Bush and his wife Laura “[n]ever left Washington, D.C., until the day after Christmas,” writes former White House reporter Joseph Curl.  The reason was simple.  A low-level White House staffer explained, “So all of us can be with our families on Christmas.”  The “us” meant hundreds of staffers, police, Secret Service agents, and reporters who move with the president. President Obama and his family, in contrast, begin their Christmas vacation well before Christmas.  His large entourage follows, most of them leaving their families behind to celebrate Christmas without them.  Sure, Waikiki Beach is nice, but who wouldn’t rather be home with their families, at least for Christmas Day? A pair of Army captains scheduled to be married on the Marine Corps base golf course had to move their wedding at the last minute.  The ceremony was planned for the 16th hole, a spot known for its beautiful views.  But the golfer-in-chief had to play through, forcing them to move their wedding, scheduled for the next day.  At least the president called the couple to congratulate them and apologize, but weren’t there other options?  How about a golf lesson and some time on the range?  Another golf course?  A good book on the beach?  Hanging out with his family? These are the small things that demonstrate character.  Or lack thereof.  Thinking of others versus thinking of oneself.  Minor gestures offered away from the glare of the cameras and microphones.  How especially relevant at Christmas, when God came to the world as a humble servant, not as an all-powerful majestic being.  Our all-powerful leaders should heed this example.  The Stu and Skoonj Show ”

Terps FOOT and HOOPS Disease

BIG GAMES! This is a big day for Terp fans, of which few of you are but I am.  At 5PM The 11th ranked (Coaches Poll, 12th AP) Terps play their first ever B1G basketball game at Michigan State.  If both teams play their average game, Maryland wins.  But this is at MSU, and MSU's coach is Tom Izzo,  who I think is not only 100%  reputable but a great coach to boot; so who knows.  I will have palpitations throughout.  Five hours later Terps footballers meet Stanford in the Kotex Feminine Hygiene Bowl, or somesuch (they change the name of these Bowls every year, just as they change the names of stadiums).  The game will be played in Stanford's back-yard on Dianne Feinstein Field at Rice-a-Roni Stadium?  Every prognosticator in the known universe has said out loud that Stanford is as close to being a lock as there is in the 172 Bowl Games being played this year.  Which means Maryland will win, and if they don't, I don't care.  But I will watch.

Roy Rogers and Me

nostalgia

“ HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU" - AN END OF AN ERA The young guns may not understand the meaning of this, but you should!! Cuzzin Ricky The Roy Rogers Museum in Branson, MO has closed its doors forever. The contents of the museum were sold at a public auction. Roy Rogers told his son, if the museum ever operates at a loss, close it And sell the contents. He complied. Note the follow-on article truly the end of an era. Here is a partial listing of some of the items that were sold at  auction... Roy 's 1964 Bonneville sold for $254,500, it was estimated to Sell between 100 and 150 thousand dollars. [Continued] I'm not sure why people should "understand the meaning of this," but it has plenty of meaning for me.  Namely, because of my first name, I was always Roy Rogers in guns.  I was nuts over Roy, and have two remembrances of his impact on me.  One was when  our Gramma and Grandpa West took us to a drive-in movie to see a Roy Rogers film.  This was rural Indiana, ca 1948. I had never been to a drive-in movie.  Never even heard of the concept. This one was little more than a big screen in a cornfield somewhere around Jasonville, but I was awed.  The second memory can be pinpointed to a date and time certain. Sunday, December 30, 1951.  That was the Sunday premier date for the Roy Rogers television show, and I was so excited I couldn't stand it.  However, I know it wasn't all that cold out because my mom went looking for me.  She found me under the front porch playing doctor with a girl down the street, whose name I forget, if I ever knew it.   I was caught in flagrante delicto—well—not me so much as the girl, who the patient.  So intent was I with the examination (that involved a toy whistle) that I failed to hear her.  She grabbed my rudely around the shirt neck and dragged my into the yard.  But that wasn't the worst part.  The worst part was that as punishment I couldn't watch Roy Rogers that day.  The Premier, and I couldn't watch it.  My sister stuck her tongue out; sign language for "ha-ha, I can watch and you can't."  I tried to peek from out my bedroom door, and I think mom allowed me to watch the opening "Shot From Oats" sequence,  just to drive home what I would be missing before warning me that if I persisted I'd never watch the show, ever,  and they'd sell the television.  I cried myself to sleep. All this was before re-runs, and certainly VCRs, so I never did see that first show.  A trauma so great that I am able to recall it today, 64 years later. I was 23 years old.  Just kidding. Did I learn a lesson?  LOL.

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Tommy Gun Mann

News from the Asylum

Democrat Media Monkeys If you read poll results showing that the most admired man in the world was Napolean Bonaparte, you'd know what?  That's right.  You'd know the poll was taken at the asylem where Napoleans live  in at least 7 cells on three wards.  What else could it be? Which takes us to ... GALLUP: Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton Extend Run as Most Admired - The details