My Ex-Father-In-Law and Democrat in OR sent me this one... I am passing it on to you-all

I am not going to take away from his original idea.

Hart Williams writes on another blogg, so I encourage you to read it.

And remember... “Only Thing We Have to Fear Is Fear Itself”

Freddallas

Buck up!

You have until October 1 to register more democrates, so talk it up with people you meet on the street.

Get the mail-in registration cards and give them out!

Get a yard sign! Get a bumper sticker! Get a T-shirt!

We want CHANGE!

We want it NOW!

When? NOW!

NOW!

Nine Lebbin’
This is for Rosie, and for Scott, and for others (who shall remain nameless) …

http://hisvorpal.wordpress.com/2008/09/11/nine-lebbin/

by Hart Williams

After seven years, the War on Terror looks a lot like the War on Drugs — which was unleashed for the off-year elections of 1986 as a “wedge issue” and had politicians wrapping themselves in the bloody flag of who hated drug lords more. Sort of like now.

But one thing doesn’t change: when the drug lords or the terrorist masterminds misbehave, we get punished. We get searched; we get wiretapped; we get fed propaganda and misinformation.

Which is why this election is so important.

Nine-Eleven was a profound incident, but I was dismayed, and am still dismayed at the political use of the terror of terror ever since.

Last week, the Asshole (GOP) convention prominently arrogated 9-11 images for political gain, and there is no need to bring up honor, decency, polity, duty or the rest.

The GOP have shown themselves for what they are.

And it is sad: When I returned from Alaska (I was in Juneau on 9-11), I came back to a country scared of its own shadow. Oh, sure they did macho posturing, but "land of the brave"?

It's taken us awhile to get our courage back. It's taken some time because one party cynically manipulated fear and terror to attain political ends, and it stops NOW.

As Barack Obama said: ENOUGH!

But there is a panic in the Democratic ranks as the ever-accommodating main stream media purposely gins up this phony "Obama called Sarah a PIG!" madness.

Is this what we've come to: accommodating bullies?

Bullies with a third grade playground mentality?This is the mean little kid trying to frame the good little kid and get him sent to the principal's office.

They are literally calling names
"His name's hu- SEIN! His naaaaame's hu-SEIN!which most of us found unsophisticated by the fourth grade. How infantile and hebephrenic can you get?And then there's the Pee Wee Herman version of the old school yard "I know you are, but what am I?"

Change?
We're the candidate for CHA-ANGE! We're the candidate for CHA-ANGE!

Well neener-neener poo-poo, you heathen swine.I've got a little third grade bully charm for the rest of you:

I'm rubber you're glue:It bounces off me and sticks to you!

These ARE bullies, and, as anyone who's ever broken a bully's nose knows, scratch a bully and find a coward. (Oh, and they bleed like stuck pigs when you break their noses, too. It's messy, and not recommended unless absolutely necessary.)Now, it may be necessary. I don't know, but that's not the point.

There is a shiver of fright going through the leftie blogosphere, and it's not new.

It happened four years ago at this time.

THEY WANTED US TO BE AFRAID - F ear U ncertainty D oubt.

Here's Ray Taliaferro reading my email message to YOU on KGO on September 1, 2004.

Ray Taliaferro on KGO 09-01-04

Click it. Seriously.

You need to hear this.

OK. I'm going to assume you've listened to the small 350K mp3.

Here is some of the best advice I've read about courage.

It comes from the Memoirs of Ulysses S. Grant — man who knew something about courage — and it concerns his first "battle" of the Civil War. From Chapter 18:

As we approached the brow of the hill from which it was expected we could see Harris' camp, and possibly find his men ready formed to meet us, my heart kept getting higher and higher until it felt to me as though it was in my throat. I would have given anything then to have been back in Illinois, but I had not the moral courage to halt and consider what to do; I kept right on. When we reached a point from which the valley below was in full view I halted. The place where Harris had been encamped a few days before was still there and the marks of a recent encampment were plainly visible, but the troops were gone. My heart resumed its place. It occurred to me at once that Harris had been as much afraid of me as I had been of him. This was a view of the question I had never taken before; but it was one I never forgot afterwards. From that event to the close of the war, I never experienced trepidation upon confronting an enemy, though I always felt more or less anxiety. I never forgot that he had as much reason to fear my forces as I had his. The lesson was valuable.

In other words: They're just as scared of you as you are of them.

Proof?

They're throwing out every insane serpentine argument in the sophist's arsenal, literally scraping out the barrel. Courage is contagious, but so is panic and fearfulness.

There isn't anything to be afraid of.

That polling you are reading doesn't take into account all of the new voters registered, or the cell phones, but let's just pretend that it did.Winning by one vote is still winning.

(Especially if you've got the Supreme Court's thumb on the scales.)

We are going to take back our country and

expose these lying dogs!

Sure, we always get scared in September.

This is how Bush dealt with his fears seven years ago today:

from a two-faced coward to a faceless coward

Now go out there and kick some righteous ass.

Scratch a bully and find a coward.

Scratch a brute and reveal a scaredee cat.

Scratch Karl Rove if you will,

but I’d prefer to use a shotgun.

Courage!


IT is not the SIZE of the DOG,

IN the FIGHT that matters.

IT is the FIGHT in the DOG,

IN the FIGHT that matters.