“Craig’s List”: the first of Obama’s Maoists resigns

A certain “Craig” left a sour comment at Holycoast (“NBC Blames GOP for Van Jones’ Idiocy”) amenting the resignation of Obama Maoist, Van Jones. This was my reply:

Has Craig hitched his comment at the wrong post? What the Sam hill is he talking about?

Craig thinks that Dems have a real majority? as in they could win an election today? Must be playing lullabies on the guitar.

Are we guilty of something again? Not having “changed at all.” You can tell Craig’s getting his news from the state run medias.

These weirdo pals of our Crony in Chief are no accident. This is the warp and weft of the Obama administration, and half the people in the US still don’t know it. We who know it can hardly believe it! I never ever thought the Dems were this weird.

Never.

Also, listen to Craig’s tone. The bitterness. Amazing! His guy won. His party’s in power.

 We lost, didn’t we Rick? Did I miss something? I think our guy lost … I’m pretty sure. Why are we so buoyant! Why are we so fired up? Why do I feel more than ever as though we are living through a defining moment in history — an echo of the American Revolution? That we are reconnecting with the whole notion of what liberty is, and rediscovering the true dignity of man, the sense of individual people holding the creative power of society.

Goodness, I am filled with optimism with each passing day — these Tea Parties inspire me! Ordinary citizens standing up in city after city saying Enough! We want our schools back. We want the elected officials doing the work we sent them to do — not dictating to us.I don’t want, don’t need, this intrusive greasy smarmy phoney balogny president “giving” me anything. I manage my own life, and I do it honestly — which is a darn sight more than we can say about him.

You, my neighbors afar off, how I admire you!

 

When I think that all over this country there are others like you! God, I am so proud.The charlatan in chief. Good democrats, good people, had the wool pulled over their eyes. My dear friends — most my friends are Dems — they don’t know about all this corruption. The newspapers they read are lying to them. Conservative sources are “uncool” and taboo.

But gradually the smoke of Obama’s magic act dissipates, and people begin to see what a fake he is — him and his creepy friends. And good Democrats will turn their backs on this guy. He cheated them more than he cheated us. Fifty nine million people voted for McCain. Obama won by a large margin at 69 million. In contrast George Bush beat Kerry with 62 million votes (to 59 million). McCain lost the Bush conservatives and yet still 59 million people voted for him. In 2000 neither candidate got anywhere close to 59 million. People are more motivated. But they were lied to.

Rush Limbaugh on his best days has 20 million listeners (13 on the routine days). People are paying attention now. Look at the NYtimes best sellers, and it’s dominated by conservative books. Who are the nations readers? Democrats?

And all this is wonderful news for this country. If Obama manages to do it, and tanks this country that his lefties hate so vehemently, tell me which demographic will build it back up again?

What part of this society possesses true grit?

Which people will be putting their back to the plow? The ninnies? The victims? The “give me” crowd? Provide my health care, give me money for a car, put me through college … those people? Who wants to be captains of their own destiny? The Dems? Keep strummin’ Craig, but we’ll not be singing your song.

Chairman Obama to address school children on September 8?

There’s a rumor going around the internet that Obama will address school children on September 8. Lesson plans provided ostensibly by the Department of Education are appearing on websites and blog sites and being reported at Hannity and Drudge.

I can hardly believe this is true — which is why I’m characterizing it as a rumor at this point. Of course I couldn’t believe the spy-on-your-neighbors at flag@whitehouse.gov either which — as all those of us who are paying attention know — was reall!

Should parents boycott school on September 8th — maybe kids could have a case of the Swine flu that miraculously goes away on September 9th? Thoughts, fellow parents? Or should our kids attend school and go along and come home and give us the skinny on what the school did?

I would love to hear from others. What are your plans?

The democrats must be incredibly insecure about their governance to stoop this low. It looks so much like the tactics of Communist China under Mao (the leader that Bill Ayers, who is only just so casually acquainted with Obama, hardly knows him at all, notwithstanding all the years they served together on a board during which time they hardly noticed each other, nor their living in the same RICH Hyde Park neighborhood, nor Obama’s staging the debut of his campaign in the Ayers’s living room) — as I was saying — Mao was Bill Ayers’s special hero. And Ayers is very influential in “education” circles.

But I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.

When I Grow Up

When I grow up, I want to be just like one of these three ladies.  Any one of them! Eileen Ivers, Nadja Salerno Sonnenberg, and Regina Carter.

You don’t have to speak Portugese to be happy

You don’t have to speak Portugese to be happy, though it probably helps.  I have no idea what she’s saying, but what a lovely happy song Cara Valente.  Buy her albums.  She’s fabulous.  Maria Rita (pronounced “Hita”), daughter of the famous Brazilian singer Elis Regina.

An Intense Bartok for Father and Son

I love this performance.  The young son Yan-Pascal Tortelier, now quite grown up, is a conductor.  But in this early performance he has such a wonderful intensity toward this music — especially in the crazy, mesmerizing pizz sections.

These guys are playing actual instruments, but there’s something fabulously “crazy” about this performance, but as with the intense a cappella group Naturally Seven that I posted just previous to this post.

Have you ever wondered what it’s like TO BE a Musical Instrument?

The a-cappella or I should say, this vocal play group has wondered what it would be like, and they have also discovered the answer.  To find out more about them ….

What it is like is amazing!

Here’s a slightly different version of “Wall of Sound” on the Travis Smiley show. 

Cerebral Types: Right and Left Brains

You don’t have to be a brain surgeon to understand the difference between the right and the left hemispheres.  Nonetheless, don’t blame me.  Blame these guys.

Thinking in Calendar Time

I’ve been thinking how wonderful is the invention of the calendar.  We are creatures of time.  Time is the fluid into which we move.  Whether the animals can peer into the future cannot be determined exactly, but I doubt that animals look very far ahead. “The present only toucheth thee.” ♣ But people can imagine deep into time, exploring with their imaginations the unknown territory of the future as well as looking backward also into a distant past with historical vision — some of which past-time goes back so far back that already the foliage of amnesia begins to spread thick tendrils and leaves near the edges of temporal highways and along roads and onto footpaths until soon history becomes a wilderness in need of reconquering, fearless explorers.

Certainly calendars are wonderful tools for making plans as well as being blank slates for our dreams.  My daughter took my cell phone from me yesterday to play with its calendar, and soon she was a swift time traveler.  By the time I recovered the cell phone and returned it to my handbag, she had ventured a hundred years.

Now is the time to begin preparing our new year’s celebrations, now is the time to ponder one’s new year’s resolutions, and to go resolutely into a new year.  Now’s a time for planning and dreaming.

During winter’s fallow comes the time to plot the spring garden.

Pic found here

♣But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!

[From To a Mouse by Robert Burns]

Wondering what to do to pass the time in 2021 and beyond?  Here you go.

Lest one forgets: this was my “old look”

Quite fetching with all those little dots, don’t you think?  But a girl has got to get a new hairdo and a new wardrobe from time to time.  The lovely thing about anonymity is that you make yourself up!

The fictional self is a very important part of who one is — especially for those of us who write.

Adieu old Ann’s New Friend.  Hello new girl.

Telling Stories and Listening

I’ve learned so much about stories in the last month, more than I’ve known in a long time.  Not since I was a child have I listened so closely to them.  And I’ve learned to become a story teller, which is perhaps even more significant.

I was reminding my mother that she used to say to me “you can do anything you put your mind to.”  “I said that?” she asked.  And “yes!” was my reply.  She hadn’t remembered saying it.  She’s old now and feels like life has closed down upon her.  So I told her what she used to say.  It’s like a mirror now, to look into the things you once said to me and to see yourself reflected back in the words that I repeat to you now, I said.

“I’m too old to do things now,” she said.  So I told her about how I learned to play the violin in middle age.  Everyone says the violin is the most difficult instrument.  I don’t know whether that’s true or if it’s just something people say.  But I began to play when I was past forty.  I had no teacher.  I didn’t even have a very good violin to play.  It sounded like I was torturing the cat.  Even Paganini would have found it difficult to pull music out of that wood.  Yet I persisted.

Why did I persist at such a complex and seemingly impossible task?  It’s strange but soon after I began to hold the violin it felt like something I used to know how to do but had forgotten.  Learning to play felt more like remembering than learning.  So I let my imagination take hold and I pretended I could play.  I pretended just like children pretend.  I was Paganini right down to the beautiful, powerful, sonorous Il Cannone that I held (in my mind).

Ask the family members, ask the neighborhood dogs (you know they hear frequencies that we cannot hear).  Poor neighborhood dogs.  I’ll never know what wretched torture they endured as I learned to keep my bow on one string while I scraped and squeeked.  But now I have a genuine violin tone.  I morphed into the violinist that I was imagining over time, after innumerable hours of play and pretend.

“You are probably the reason for my confidence, Mom,” I told her.   She had instilled that confidence in me by telling me anything I set my mind to and I set my mind to this music.   I must have also possessed a natural ability that I didn’t know I had, but don’t we set our minds to the directions we sense belong to us by some natural right?

Notably, I did not decide to become a physicist in middle age!  I never chose anything remotedly connected to math!

Your mind has hidden in its secret depths lovely surprises if we would but trust the fact of our being here to serve a purpose unique to our own natures.   So, I suggested to my mom that her mind would set itself toward aspirations appropriate to her age and to all the experiences she has lived in long years.  Perhaps in her love of growing things and the outdoors, perhaps from her beautiful sense of color — perhaps she might take up painting, for instance.

I knew an elderly man once who began painting for the first time in his life at a nursing home.  He painted wonderful pictures.  No one including the man himself had realized he possessed such ability.  Once he had lived the active life.  And now he lived a contemplative life painting landscapes. And he could tell you stories about the pictures too, about the foxes that lived deep in the woods.

Illustration adapted from picture here