Commentaries on 2008 Candidates

I thought this was important enough to share; the more we can get the word out about what Obama REALLY stands for, and what the McCain's ACTUALLY stand for, the better. Please pass onto anyone and everyone you know.

I don't know how many of you read Thomas Sowell (probably all of you) but he is as brilliant as Buckley & Will, and I cannot get enough of his stuff. This is the most eloquent appraisal of the current political race ever presented and coming from a black man makes it ever so much more important.

An Old NewnessBy Thomas SowellTuesday, April 29, 2008

Many years ago, a great hitter named Paul Waner was nearing the end of his long career. He entered a ball game with 2,999 hits -- one hit away from the landmark total of 3,000, which so many hitters want to reach, but which relatively few actually do reach.Waner hit a ball that the fielder did not handle cleanly but the official scorer called it a hit, making it Waner's 3,000th. Paul Waner then sent word to the official scorer that he did not want that questionable hit to be the one that put him over the top.The of ficial scorer reversed himself and called it an error.

Later Paul Waner got a clean hit for number 3,000.What reminded me of this is the great fervor that many seem to feel over the prospect of the first black President of the United States. No doubt it is only a matter of time before there is a black president, just as it was only a matter of time before Paul Waner got his 3,000th hit. The issue is whether we want to reach that landmark so badly that we are willing to overlook how questionably that landmark is reached.

Paul Waner had too much pride to accept a scratch hit. Choosing a President of the United States is a lot more momentous than a baseball record. We the voters need to have far more concern about who we put in that office that holds the destiny of a nation and of generations yet unborn. There is no reason why someone as arrogant, foolishly clever and ultimately dangerous as Barack Obama should become president -- especially not at a time when the threat of international terrorists with nuclear weapons looms over 300 million Americans.

Many people seem to regard elections as occasions for venting emotions, like cheering for your favorite team or choosing a Homecoming Queen.The three leading candidates for their party's nomination are being discussed in terms of their demographics -- race, sex and age -- as if that is what the job is about.One of the painful aspects of studying great catastrophes of the past is discovering how many times people were preoccupied with trivialities when they were teetering on the edge of doom. The demographics of the presidency are far less important than the momentous weight of responsibility that office carries.

Just the power to nominate federal judges to trial courts and appellate courts across the country, including the Supreme Court, can have an enormous impact for decades to come. There is no point feeling outraged by things done by federal judges, if you vote on the basis of emotion for those who appoint them.

Barack Obama has already indicated that he wants judges who make social policy instead of just applying the law. He has already tried to stop young violent criminals from being tried as adults. Although Senator Obama has presented himself as the candidate of new things -- using the mantra of "change" endlessly -- the cold fact is that virtually everything he says about domestic policy is straight out of the 1960s and virtually everything he says about foreign policy is straight out of the 1930s.

Protecting criminals, attacking business, increasing government spending, promoting a sense of envy and grievance, raising taxes on people who are productive and subsidizing those who are not -- all this is a re-run of the 1960s.We paid a terrible price for such 1960s notions in the years that followed, in the form of soaring crime rates, double-digit inflation and double-digit unemployment. During the 1960s, ghettos across the countries were ravaged by riots from which many have not fully recovered to this day.The violence and destruction were concentrated not where there was the greatest poverty or injustice but where there were the most liberal politicians, promoting grievances and hamstringing the police.

Internationally, the approach that Senator Obama proposes -- including the media magic of meetings between heads of state -- was tried during the 1930s. That approach, in the name of peace, is what led to the most catastrophic war in human history. Everything seems new to those too young to remember the old and too ignorant of history to have heard about it.
Thomas Sowell is a senior fellow at the Hoover Institut e and author of Basic Economics: A Citizen's Guide to the Economy.

NO TROPHY WIFE ....things you might not have known

In many ways, Cindy McCain stacks up sturdier than Hillary Clinton or Michelle Obama. And she'd make a more impressive first lady.

Mrs. McCain: More than meets the eye.While Obama's wife has been hating America, complaining about the war and undermining our troops serving in Iraq and Afghanistan, McCain's wife has been worrying about her sons who actually are fighting or planning to fight in the war on terror. One, in fact, was until a few months ago deployed in Iraq during some of the worst violence.

You don't hear the McCain's talk about it, but their 19-year-old Marine, Jimmy, is preparing for his second tour of duty. Their 21-year-old son, Jack, is poised to graduate from Annapolis and also could join the Marines as a second lieutenant. The couple made the decision not to draw attention to their sons out of respect for other families with sons and daughters in harm's way.

Cindy also says she doesn't want to risk falling apart on the campaign trail talking about Jimmy, who was so young when he enlisted she had to sign consent forms for his medical tests before he could report for duty, and potentially upsetting parents of soldiers who are serving or have been killed.The McCain's want to make sure their boys get no special treatment. Same goes for their five other children, including a daughter they adopted from Bangladesh. During a visit to Mother Teresa's orphanage there, Cindy noticed a dying baby. The orphanage could not provide the medical care needed to save her life. So she brought the child home to America for the surgery she desperately needed. The baby is now their healthy, 16-year-old daughter, Bridget.

Though all seven McCain children, including two Sen. McCain adopted from his first marriage, are supportive of their father. They prefer their privacy to the glare of the campaign trail. Another daughter, Meghan, 23, helps him behind the scenes. Cindy McCain not only cherishes her children, but also her country, which in an election year filled with America-bashing, is a refreshing novelty. She seethed when she heard Michelle Obama's unpatriotic remarks that she only recently grew proud of America. "I am very proud of my country," Mrs. McCain asserted.

She also may be tougher than the other women in the race. While Hillary thinks she's come under sniper fire on mission trips abroad, Cindy has actually seen violence. She witnessed a boy get blown up by a mine in Kuwait during a trip with an international group that removes land mines from war-torn countries. Mrs. McCain also is a hands-on philanthropist. She sits on the board of Operation Smile, which arranges for plastic surgeons to fix cleft palates and other birth defects.

She also has helped organize relief missions to Micronesia.During a scuba-diving vacation to the islands, Mrs. McCain took a friend to a local hospital to have a cut treated. She was shocked, and saddened, by what she saw."They opened the door to the OR, where the supplies were, and there were two cats and a whole bunch of rats climbing out of the sterile supplies," she recalled. "They had no X-ray machine, no beds. To me, it was devastating because it was a U.S. trust territory."As soon as she returned home, she arranged for medical equipment and teams of doctors to be sent to treat the island children.

Michelle Obama may contribute to CARE, which fights global poverty and works to empower poor women. Cindy McCain sits on its board of Directors. While the Democrat women talk about helping the poor and ne edy, Cindy McCain actually rolls up her sleeves and does it. Who's the out-of-touch elitist?


IN GOD WE TRUST

Our "NEW" House!

No longer the "green machine" as Tim so lovingly calls it, here are some pics of our house we finally got painted this last weekend. We're trying to put it on the market to see if any young couple (or old I guess) will see not only the investment potential but that it would make the perfect first starter house.

You'll have to excuse my amateur photography skills-the pictures came out crooked...but before I reveal the new paint job, here are some pics of what our house used to look like (the neighbors tell us it glowed at them)...

Look how cute (minus the paint job)! Only 850 square feet but it's been perfect for us...and now that it's painted I might have to rethink selling it!

The guy that Tim bought this from (before we even met so it was TRULY the perfect bachelor pad) was really into fishing-and I think he was also a little color blind. But it was a perfectly good paint job...just a horrible chartruese green.

Ok, now here's the new and improved house:

Look! We have roses! Before they kind of blended in with the blinding green; the first thing our neighbor across the street said was "I didn't know you had roses!" They've been there all along.

So....after you've seen this little cutie...anyone want to BUY it? It's a very good deal and has been meticulously maintained and has a lot of new upgrades/remodels. I won't bore you with the details here but if you're interested, email me at timandshannab@gmail.com.

Love and blessings!

Shanna B

My Journey Part 1

I have always been a dreamer.

Prone to laying outside when I was a little girl, staring at shapes in the clouds drifting by in the warm Colorado summer sun, the cool grass of the front lawn poking through my clothes, thinking about life and what it would hold for me.

I would stand on our front porch and sing every song I knew, and then every song out of that old Campfire song book until my throat hurt and my voice was a croak. I would ride my bike from dawn until dusk, not wanting to miss one moment of life or one minute of fresh Rocky Mountain air in my lungs. I would play football and build forts with the boys in the neighborhood, but still had a healthy collection of Barbie dolls and "girl" toys. I would eat as much as my little skinny body could handle, make up dances with my sister, pretend to be grown up, play dress up...

I was full of song, of life, of passion, dreams, and a deep, unwavering faith. My parents raised my sister and I in a house where Jesus was the center; for that I am forever grateful! Still, there were things in my childhood-as there are in every household-that caused damage in me even to this day.

As long as I can remember, I always wanted attention. I wanted to be noticed by the boys at a very early age, I wanted affirmation on a job well done, wanted to be first in my class, teacher's pet, amazing athlete, beautiful singer, popular-I guess part of being a first-born. I craved praise for anything I did well and when I received it I made sure I would do even better the next time. It was a like a drug and I went through withdrawals and bouts of gloomy moods when I didn't get it. I can remember my father telling me to act my age more than once-all I wanted to do was to grow up and be on my own.

I came to know the Lord Jesus at a very young age and remember sitting next to my mother in our old Gateway church, light pouring in through the stained glass windows and onto the polished wooden pews, looking up into the rafters and asking the Lord to come into my heart. I had always had a deep connection to God from the moment I was born and an even deeper love for the Lord after that moment because now I had recognized that I was flawed. He was my best friend and Savior that had died for me so I could live with him in eternity.

As I grew, my dependency on praise and affirmation became more dramatic and I would be devestated if I wasn't invited to a certain party or didn't get a call from a boy or got a B on a paper. There was a splintered fragment in my personality, in the deep cavity of my soul that longed to be loved and filled. My mother showed me her love for me in tangible ways-a trip to the library on a lazy, rainy summer afternoon or a trip to the pool with Big Hunks to eat for a treat, millions of kisses and "I love you's", dinners prepared and fingers toiled. My dad showered me with love as well, the only way he knew how- by working. He broke his back at work at graveyard shifts and driving truck so that I could have nice things, go to a Christian school, know what it was like to truly be a child without any cares in the world. I knew he loved me but we didn't have an emotional relationship to speak of. He came from the stock that children should only speak when spoken to and he thought we were without opionions, free thought, etc. I love my sweet father and today we have an amazing relationship-he's taught me so much.

But I lacked the emotional connection that I needed as a little girl, that he was unable to provide by no fault of his own. That would prove to be the "chink" in my armor years later...