“For nearly 40 minutes, using an accent he never adopts in public, Obama describes a racist, zero-sum society, in which the white majority profits by exploiting black America.”
The Progressives’ Perfect Trojan Horse
As millions of my fellow Americans, I am extremely angry, outraged, and devastated by the Democrats’ unbelievable arrogance and disdain for We The People. Despite our screaming “no” from the rooftops, they forced ObamaCare down our throats. Please forgive me for using the following crude saying, but it is very appropriate to describe what has happened. “Don’t urinate on me and tell me it’s raining.”
Make My Day…National Empty Chair Day.
In another sign that Clint Eastwood’s RNC talk to an empty chair has tapped in to broadly held opinions that President Obama is not getting the job done, word spread rapidly over the weekend among conservative new media outlets that an impromptu “National Empty Chair Day” is being planned for Monday
“…my country, land of my choice…”
This is my country, land of my birth. This is my country, land best on earth…
A Pivotal Week From Within and Without
The Supreme Court is set this week to decide the politically charged constitutional clashes between President Obama and Republicans over his healthcare law and his immigration enforcement policy.
Estonia: The Singing Revolution Goes On!
This writer, an anti-Soviet (armchair) Cold Warrior from age 21 on, recalls vividly the videos leaked out of the early Estonian concerts in the late 80s where everyone was singing the national anthem at the outdoor amphitheatre in Tallin at risk of serious reprisals from their Soviet overlords.
The Travis Manion Foundation:
“If not me, then who?”
“The Foundation’s Mission is to assist our nation’s veterans and the families of Fallen Heroes. We will continue the service to community and country exemplified by these Fallen Heroes and veterans. In the spirit of the Fallen, we will foster strength of mind and body to create a generation of future leaders.”
Dreams From My Real Father
Now that it has been established that a candidate’s teenage years help define the man to come, it might be time to take a new look at the adolescent Obama and his then-mentor, the late Frank Marshall Davis.
I would guess that not one Obama voter out of one hundred could identify Davis by name, and I doubt if one media person out of a thousand has read his memoir, Livin’ the Blues. This is unfortunate on any number of levels. For one, Davis’s book captures the ebb and flow of 20th-century black American life as well as any ever written.