The Audacity of Norma "Roe" McCorvey to Pray for Obama

I was but a mere 16-year old, stupid, uninterested in government punk when the Jane Roe v. Henry Wade abortion case made history.

In January 1973, the United States Supreme Court deemed that women had fundamental right under the Constitution of the United States to abort a pregnancy.

Norma McCorvey, a 21 year-old rape victim was Jane Roe and fought for the right for women to abort any unwanted pregnancies. She never had an abortion, opting to give her third child up for adoption.

Fast forward to May 2009. Norma “Jane Roe” McCorvey is now an anti-abortion crusader and founder of her own pro-life Roe No More Ministry. She has flipped the script. Nothing wrong with that. Women have always had the right to change their minds.

However, there she was with the likes of Alan Keyes and Randall Terry on television at the University of Notre Dame protesting a May 17, 2009 commencement speech by pro-choice supporter and U. S. President Barack Obama.

Again, nothing really wrong or unusual with exercising one’s 1^st Amendment right to peacefully protest, even if it’s against a private institution. Not until she opened her mouth.

However, I thought I would die when I heard her say she was praying for Obama’s soul because he supported the same right for all women that McCorvey had served as the poster child for 36 years ago. She thought it was wrong for him to speak at a Christian education center although the faculty invited him. If her audacity wasn't the equivalant of Rush Limbaugh praying for Amy Winehouse, I don't know what is.

It took every muscle in my head to not scream, “Bitch you’re the one who lead the fight to legalize abortion, gave up all three of your children, worked in abortion clinics, had drug and alcohol problems, and dabbled in bisexual relationships until your sudden conversion to Christianity. And you’re praying for Obama? When do you pray for yourself?”

But I didn’t. I aborted the thought. Then immediately directed my attention to God and asked him/her what became of McCorvey’s prayers for Obama.

I‘m still waiting for God to answer while hoping he/she continues to protect me from his/her followers.

Obama Takes First White House Poop

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

At 5:53am eastern standard time, President Obama took his first crap in the presidential pooper. He used green floral print with Presidential logo, double-ply Charmin to wipe his ass.

His aides refused to disclose whether he folds or balls his toilet paper. That info will not be released until after his first 100 days.

Obama, fulfilling his promise of change, said he was humbled to be the first president to allow "the people" see him in his most vulnerable position.

Update. It has just been reported that a sample of Obama's stool sample has just been put on eBay. Starting bid...Priceless.

There is a winning bid. However, the winner's name has not been disclosed but is said to be a high ranking member of the Republican National Committee who wants to determine why it doesn't stink.

Obama the racist. Period.

Obama campaigned hard on a race-bridging platform.

Oh, how we loved the story about his white grandparents and how Obama is the new, true face of Americana.

Pure, unadulterated bullshit.

Obama is a racist right up there with the likes of Trent Lott, Jesse Helms, Strom Thurmond, George Wallace, and David Duke.

You're waiting for proof. Hold on a second. The proof is in the pudding.

First, Katon Dawson is campaigning for the chairmanship of the Republican National Committee. However, he has resigned from an all white country club after that fact was made public. Why did he have to do that? What is wrong with associating with your race-common peers? We use that argument when we select juries, don't we.

We have black only organizations like the NAACP, Miss Black America, Mr. Black Olympia, and other black only events.

Barack Obama campaigned for the presidency of the United States while still a member of one of the most racist organizations in America--The Congressional Black Caucus.

Obama hails from Chicago, one of our most blatantly racially divided, not diverse, cities, which has its own political Black Caucus. Ironically, an alderman with an over 80% black constituency was denied membership to the Chicago Black Caucus because he was white.

How dare we say we are moving forward from our hurtful history of white-only water fountains, sports leagues, and schools when we elect a man who belongs to a race based organization. If Bush belonged to the Congressional White Caucus, oh, wait, there is no such thing as a white caucus. That would be deemed racist.

The reopend conflict about the satire, "Barack the Magic Negro lives in DC," should not be a conflict at all. It should read, "Barack the Racist Negro supports the BCC."

Oh, the audacity of Barack to say he is a race uniter.

Please, no coments about blacks can't be racist.

My sister is the biggest racist I know, and she is black. And she is one of the biggest Obama fanatics, too.

Birds of a feather.

Why Not Ban Christmas and Marriage

This is a Fox News report:

COVINA, Calif. — Stinging from an acrimonious divorce, a man plotting revenge against his ex-wife dressed up like Santa, went to his former in-laws' Christmas Eve party and slaughtered at least eight people before killing himself hours later.

Bruce Pardo's ex-wife and her parents were believed to be among the dead. Investigators planned to return to the scene Friday and sift through the ashes of the home, which Pardo set ablaze using a bizarre homemade device that sprayed flammable liquid.

A car that Pardo apparently parked near his brother's home, where Pardo was found dead, exploded Thursday evening and more ammunition was found in it, Los Angeles police Sgt. Francisco Wheeling said. She had no immediate details on what set off the explosion. No one was hurt.

Investigators seeking further information about Pardo's motives have begun searching his home in the suburban Los Angeles community of Montrose.

Pardo, 45, had no criminal record and no history of violence, according to police, but he was angry following last week's settlement of his divorce after a marriage that lasted barely a year.

"It was not an amicable divorce," police Lt. Pat Buchanan said.

I am just rondering here. The marriage didn't even last that long. Pardo(n) my cynicism, but how could he have killed someone he hadn't owned more than a year?

My big question is, if this had been a story about a gay man dressed as a woman who did this because of a relationship breakup, wouldn't we be hearing preachers(Rick Warren, John Hagee, etc...) calling for a ban on gay marriage and homosexuality? After all, didn't they suggest Hurricane Katrina was God's wrath against gays?

I was 50; she was only 8, but I fell in love with her

Each year a few local organizations take children from area after school programs Christmas shopping.

This particular organization was a regional liquor association, a group of bars, taverns, saloons, pubs, liquor stores, restaurants, diners, etc..., had raised enough money throughout the year to give 250 kids ages 6-10 a $50 Christmas shopping spree.

So it was, 250 kids and about 50 adult volunteers on an early, blustery, snowy Sunday morning at Target. A 5:1 ratio was doable. At 15 minutes per five kids, we would all be done in less than 90 minutes.

I stood in the adult line waiting for the next kid to come forth, hoping it was a boy with an idea of what he wanted. Well, things do not always work out that way.

Next up was a cute, yet homely looking girl. She was just as afraid of me as I was of her. She waved bye to her daddy, who probably had his own doubts about me, and walked ahead of me.

I broke the ice. " Hi, how are you, and what's your name?

"I'm Cindy(not her real name) and I am fine."

"Nice to meet you. Do you know what you want to buy with your $50?"

"Well, my daddy said to buy some clothes."

Shit. Just what I needed. She has no idea what size she wears, and I ain't going nowhere near a dressing room with a an 8 year-old girl who looks nothing like me.

"OK. So do you have something in mind like shoes or jeans?"

"I don't know," she said, as we entered the girls' clothing section.

She picked up several things as I tabulated in my head, $7.99, $14.25, $22.80, $29.35. "You have about $20.00 left," suggesting she pick up the pace as it was now about 20 minutes later.

She then put everything down and had a look that said she was going to start all over. At the same time I'm thinking her dad must be thinking what's this guy doing with my daughter all this time.

Then she looked up at me with a confused, guilty look and asked, " Do I have to buy stuff only for myself?"

"Well, you were chosen for this trip because you earned it somehow. Probably because you are a good girl. So, I would say yes."

Her eyes told me I had disappointed her. The little runt was really starting to try my patience. It was now going on 30 minutes, and I had seen several other adults with their second and third child.

Looking up at me, she whispered, " I don't want anything. Do you think I would be in trouble if I bought my little brother something?"

Damn. Just that quick, this little brat had morphed into the most loving , unselfish, considerate creature.

"I'm sure that would be ok, but we need to hurry."

She picked up her step and marched over to the toy section, grabbing stuff at random.$5.99, $12.00, $21.00, $32.00, I calculated. "You have about $18 left," I warned her with the urgence of a referee's two minute whistle.

"OK, " she said, grabbing just one more thing, a big truck, "that's it."

Thankful my hour was almost up, I led the way to the register. Without realizing it, I traced our steps back through the girls' section. I found her previous choices on the floor where she had dropped them. I picked them up and headed to the event's designated register.

Before the clerk began ringing the items, I explained to her that I would cover the amount over the $50 limit. By my count, the total should have been almost $90.

She quickly scanned the items and said, "Wow, that's exactly $50. What a smart shopper you are," smiling at my little shopping companion and giving me a wink, pushing my $50 bill back into my hand.

I watched Cindy sprint to her dad with two big bags dragging the floor. He picked her up, giving me an approving smile.

Meanwhile, my wife, who had taken about four kids shopping during that same time, asked how things went.

"It was an adventure, " I said.

"Took you long enough. I thought you had met someone and fallen in love."

"I did," was all I could say as I watched Cindy and her dad leave the store.

I knew John McCain was full of crap

If things had worked out differently, Sarah Palin would be on the verge of running this country in less than a month.

Oh, but it didn't happen that way.

Remember, oh, way back in September/October when John McCain said with full confidence that Sarah Palin was capable of assuming the role of president on day one should something happen to him in the interim? That meant on January 20, 2009, Mrs. Palin could have been sworn in as president with McCain's full endorsement, presumably from his grave.

Yet, now McCain says he can't say he would support her candidacy four years hence. He even mentioned a couple of other GOP governors (none from Illinois) that would make great candidates worthy of his support.

How is it that she was the best choice 60 days ago, but won't be in four years?

Help me. I can't think of the appropriate words to describe McCain.

War hero doesn't immediately come to mind.

Maverick, my ass.

4 year-old's Pledge of Allegiance to Obama