Partially educated at Columbia and Harvard, President Obama speaks perfect Liberalish, a bastardized amalgem of English, gibberish and balderdash.

When a commonly understood word is inconvenient, Obama and the worst of the WordThieves change it, eradicate it, and when necessary, lie about it.

The best of them do this as inadvertently as knee-jerks.

Contemptuous of standards, empowered Liberal-Leftists depend upon the destructability of commonly understood language. Malleability and imprecision help institute and entrench their dangerous, willy-nilly ways in policies now capable of destroying America and her citizens.

Naturally, warlines are drawn when the majority of common, plain-speaking Americans (including those FOX NEWS Contributor Juan Williams calls “the TeaParty element”) stubbornly insist that horses are horses, marriages are marriages, and triangles are triangles….no matter how Liberal WordThieves try to re-name them.

Most of us annoying thinkers also believe that 1+1 = 2, and that it’s a lie to say that the total of the first 2 numbers is 3. Like most summations in Liberalish, the answer 3 is faulty and false.

American “elements” also know labels are crucial to clear, accurate communication. We know horses are different than cows, Liberals are different than Conservatives, and spades are different than scissors.

As with most conservative understandings, language standards are eventually connected to survival. It always matters what words you use, but particularly in wartime.

If your horses are actually cows, it’s assured that even more people will die. If your cows are actually horses, it’s assured that even more people will starve. If you use scissors in the fields, there’s no food at all.

Moving on from the farm, most regular Americans know that marriage has long been a pesky, irrevocable word to describe the legal union between a man and a woman.

Marriage is not a union between a man and a man, a fish and a bike, a horse and a cow, no matter what Liberals say in any language.

To people who still speak, read and understand English, President Obama and his Liberal-Leftist friends are a passle of WordThieves and worse. As with taxpayer funds, these rogues play fast and furiously with our English language, our national security, our present and future lives.

Increasing numbers of Americans finally realize that these Liberal Democrats speak full-blown Liberalish, and that purposefully or not, it can be lethal to lie about job creation, economic stabilization, and winning the future.

Still, as the Libyan people are being slaughtered, Obama seizes upon the American Defense of Marriage Act (ironically signed by President Clinton) and decides to unDefend it.

Although President Obama has said he supports the “notion” that marriage is between a man and a woman, he’s now determined to let his feigned, phony English twist, like so many Libyans, in the breeze.

Obama and his cohorts speak Liberalish, a careless, invented language that has nothing to do with freedom and everything to do with destruction, degradation and death.

When the “horses” get too frisky, ”O&CO” start calling them “cows,” kick them out of the barn and worse.

This is what cowards, tyrants and liars do, because it’s so much easier. Come to think of it, this is what Obama’s father did to his first family, and however one tries to disguise it, the results are never pretty.

C-PAC means never having to say you’re sorry about Ron Paul. It means you’re so excited about strong leaders like Allen West, Mitt Romney, Newt Gingrich, Herman Cain, and John Bolton that Paul’s misguided followers don’t bother you. You realize his anklebiters are just immature thinkers, not that different from Americans still slobbering over Obama. But you’re not smug since you too are a secret groupie.

Your chosen stars actually are rocks: grounded, ungoofy men like Barbour, Bolton, Cain, Cheney, Daniels, Gingrich, Romney, Rumsfeld, and West. Younger warriors like Ryan and Rubio man the trenches, and you know America needs them there.

While prescient students also admire RedRock Republicans, most of their followers are what Rush Limbaugh calls “seasoned citizens,” experienced, common sense Americans who don’t vote for dangerous lightweights like Barack Obama.

In 2008, us parents and grandparents failed to convince wobbly voters not to choose an Ensign to do the Admiral’s job. Some were foolish enough to try to persuade a few good Liberals. You might as well ask a cowboy to ride a fish.

But as Divine Providence would have it, Obama’s election produced silver linings to outshine all but the darkest clouds. Enraged by his destructive policies, America’s Conserve-It-or-Else Team burst into action, urging citizens to elect more sensible, faithful representatives. Last November, in overwhelming numbers, they did.

With one cloud down and two to go, TeaPartyPatriots and other concerned citizens trained their sights on 2012, and nothing focuses the patriot mind like visions of America annihilated. Inspired by our constitution, military heroes, and faith, Conservatives are kicking up more serious storms, strenghthened by themselves, technology and thunderbolt leaders at C-PAC 2011.

As a matter of fact, it’s a good thing the conference is in February. The speakers give you verbal valentines and you get to hang with lots of people who like you. You basically drink martinis for 3 days and walk out without a hangover. Unencumbered by Liberals, you can cheer, laugh, cry, analyze and regroup. They still say you’re nuts, but as usual, they have it backwards and the numbers prove it.

Some C-PAC valentines are funny and smart. Most of them are wise and right. Ann Coulter’s are a combination of all these things, but I think she’s wrong to say Republicans should nominate Chris Christie in 2012, since Mitt Romney can’t win the presidential election.

With a running mate like Florida Congressman Allen West, Romney can win. Like Governor Romney, Lt. Col. West is practically perfect. 

In any case, Indiana needs Mitch Daniels, Virginia needs Bob McDonnell, New Jersey needs Chris Christie. And America needs as many right-functioning states as she can get.

Lucky for us there’s a cabinet-full of other strong presidential teams like Romney-West: Gingrich-Cain, Barbour-Trump, Daniels-Bush.

I just happen to think that the nominees should be powered by supermates Allen West or Herman Cain, engaging heavyweights who bring knowledge, intelligence, humor and style to any race. Both men are natural campaigners who cut and close conservative arguments like Abe Lincoln chopped wood. 

Unlike today’s Liberals, the likely contenders know how to ensure jobs and preserve lives. They know how to build, staff, captain and protect solid ships. They know how to rid America of an elected Democrat who has deliberately…because no Harvard graduate can be that stupid…hollowed America’s hull and done everything in his power to sink her.

The Republican Party just has to be more like itself: tried and true, honest and strong, wise, straight and unnarrow, with nominees who ask only that this time, most Americans give valentines to them. 

RedRock Republicans don’t need to be loved, but because their philosophy has been proven to work best for our country, they do need to replace America’s current suitor, a rogue on the make who doesn’t remotely love her. 

On 22 January 2011, 4 days after he died, Sargent Shriver’s family honored their Lion King, a superior man who achieved quantifiable progress, the last truly great Democrat on America’s public stage.

From what I could observe, there weren’t many from the other side at Sargent Shriver’s memorial service. God and Democrats were everywhere. Easily, I could’ve been the sole Republican overwhelmed by evidence that, compared to ”Sarge,” today’s Democrats are just cubs and hardly lions at all.

At least half of America’s citizens believe that much of what today’s empowered Democrats espouse is false, deceitful and dangerously wrong. By attending his funeral, I learned that ”Sarge” was not of that mold. He was a different kind of Democrat, an honest, faithful man who did as mortals are supposed to do, what most public figures do not, what most of us cannot. 

At Shriver’s funeral, Camelot to come to mind, but not the one Jackie Kennedy Onassis conceived for their legacy. During the service, I realized that ”Sarge” was the no-spin knight, more like King Arthur than any member of the vaunted Kennedy clan.  

On 19 January, the family of “Sarge” suddenly decided to allow the “General Public” to attend his funeral services at Our Lady of Mercy Catholic Church. In wee Saturday hours, I suddenly decided to go…to be, as my stepmother used to say, “among those present.” 

While driving away from Washington, I noticed that Maryland’s River Road was crawling with cops. ”White mice” dotted major and minor intersections. There were legible black and white signs along the way, and I noted approvingly that careful thinkers were in charge. The idea that the Obamas might attend never entered my silly RED head.

The chosen church was beautiful and unlike any other I’d seen. Round, extended in various directions, it was somewhat like a star made chiefly of stone. 

The services began at 10 AM, but by 8:20 AM, cars lined the roads and nearly filled the church lot. The first officer to stop me asked whether I’d been invited, before exclaiming that he loved my hat. Because I hadn’t been invited to the funeral, he kindly told me I was free to take any legal spot off church grounds. Before parking nearby, I told him I liked his hat too.

A second man in black, this time a Secret Service officer who looked 15, blurted out: Are you a VIP? 

That’s a tough question to answer for an American citizen of Scots-Irish descent, so I told him I was a member of the General Public, that very big club VIPs rarely wish to join.

After I’d been securitized, I was given the number 42 and ushered into a brightly lighted room, down the hall from the church itself. Almost ugly, it reminded me of a Quonset hut, lined with long folding tables and metal chairs. A blackboard hung upfront, topped by a small 1980′s TV. Gay Irish music piped into the room. And I mean gay.

A Secret Service man with a face that moved entered the General Public Room and scooped us on which VIPs were coming and when. He told us Mrs. Obama, Bill Clinton and Joe Biden would be arriving soon. After all the ”VIPs” piled in, he’d do his best to usher us in by Bakers’ Dozens.

Not long after the service started, our man Scott was true to his word. Chunk by chunk, all General Pubs made it into the sanctuary or within its clear windows.  

Settling in on 2-inch heels, I began to focus. I sensed the organization, outreach and olympic tones of Senior Shrivers at work, as if ”Eunie” and “Sarge” had planned every detail of just another large blue-ribbon event to uplift others.

Because I’d made it to the church on time, my view encompassed speakers, singers, and assorted monsigneurs, with Oprah, Bono, and Arnold along the way. The room was chock full of winners, people who make a living by taking sides, Liberal Democrat celebrities, politicians, media, family, and general folks. 

Aisle to aisle, we went teary and tingly contemplating the faithful ideals “Sarge” held up for his family and country. Like a Christmas service, it was peaceful and calm gathering in a place of worship, free to focus on God and human similarities, apart from parties, politics, and playing fields, machines, battles and wars.

It was wonderful, even enchanting, to hear ”Sarge’s” 10 grandchildren and 5 adult children say goodbye to their beloved “Grandpa” and ”Daddy,” before thanking God and greeting his spirit anew. It was a blessing to join them.

I was beginning to understand that Sargent Shriver represented my conservative Republican ideal of the long-lost Democrat: an honest, well-to-do, big-hearted man who spent his life improving the lives of others outside politics….a man well-grounded enough to have heard his calling and learned how best to achieve it: through faith, family, friends, and funding.   

Among other things, I learned that Shriver was different from most men because he never stopped asking God to help him make up the difference, and that he did this every day. Blessed with the right building blocks, his long, stunningly productive life actually was guided by God. Infused with the integrity of His words, Shriver forged fullsteam ahead in service to his King and country, choosing to fight most battles outside the bloody, corrupt arena of politics.

The jovial in-law literally protected himself, his family and nation with thebest and brightest armor, God’s and Man’s. He did what today’s Liberal Democrats do best: help the needy, fight for justice, and stay out of politics where their strengths do not lie. In the process, Sargent Shriver endured, becoming that rare man for all seasons, a winner in an age when such a quaint appellation is all but impossible.  

I know, unlike the unfortunate sons in the blighted Kennedy clan, he wasn’t fostered or led by a scurrilous patriarch. But only by going to his funeral, did I fully realize that ”Sarge” himself was the real man to revere, the earthly patriarch who actually served God the Father. The proof’s in his great marriage, his many solid accomplishments, his children and grandchildren. 

Once we left the inspiring service, I suspect that for most of us, secular stress returned. While we hadn’t ever forgotten to care for the poor and needy, we remembered responsibilities, shows to host, lines to write, bills to pass and pay. We grew  anxious and took sides again.

But I was reminded that when it came to great Christian soldiers like Sargent Shriver, the bipartisan faith-side that flooded his life is still shared by most Americans. We’re not the clinging kind, but we try hard to hold onto our peace of the Lord before it ”flies unending” out the door, and now not so fast among Sarge’s freshly annointed apostles.

Most Americans are proud of remarkable citizens like Arizona Congresswoman Gabby Giffords, a special person who was a Republican before she turned Democrat.  

Most of us prefer to be protected from Jared Loughner and paranoid schizophrenics who want “bitches” or ”dogs” to die no matter what party they belong to. 

Most of us fear for our lives when people who’ve lost their minds have access to lethal weapons and/or power.

Most of us are not Liberals.

Could it be that now, after an American tragedy in another happy new year, most of us will demand better protection from our Government, the one that’s failed the majority in so many ways?

At different ages, about half of us learn that adversity builds like a brick-house. Without it, we end up with sticks and stones blowing in the wind.

Good parents teach children the importance of learning from mistakes, even tragedies, reassuring them about the value of being able to grieve, learn, repair and build better.  

I wonder what Americans are learning this time, after another CitizenLoser has declared with semi-automatic bullets that he has won? After he’s finally established that ”he IS SOMEBODY.” 

After another crackpot is unlucky enough to be insane, yet lucid enough to subscribe to The Grand Canyon Doctrine: “Without the gun, I got no respect. With the gun, I got respect.”

After innocent Americans were slaughtered again because too many of her citizens still aren’t thinking clearly or straight about how to learn from adversity. 

After Paul Krugman, a disgrace to Princeton University, reacted like just another careless, stultified Liberal with a surfeit of axes to grind.

After Jacob Weisberg, a disgrace to SLATE Magazine, did likewise in his wildly inaccurate article about Tucson and the TeaParty.

It’s one thing to BLOG opinions. But like countless others in BlueMedia, Weisberg and Krugman get paid to sow “the Liberal word.”

Much of their opining isn’t fortified by facts, and millions of Americans eat it up anyway.

Where’s the brave person in SLATE’s audience, wise enough to call these guys on such deceptive “columnizing”?

Are you there, Liberal? It’s me, Uncle Sam.

Of course, there’s increased ”vitriol” out there, now that more viewers have learned much of BlueMedia’s full of something TR called bullfeathers.  

Most empowered Liberals depend on Americans to be dumb, disconnected, or dazed. Have you ever wondered why, these days, it’s always a Conservative..or an annoying ”Independent” like Bill O’Reilly, who calls apples, apples? 

Of course, many Liberals prefer silencing opponents and their mangey little Tea Parties too. Even Miss Gulch wanted to off her enemy, a menacing little yapper named Toto. 

Thank God for Dorothy, Roger Ailes, Rush, Sean, and the other side, where at least 2 wise conservative Harvard grads, Krauthammer and Kristol, counter clanging cymbals like Krugman and Weisberg.

And like Baum’s famous characters, most Americans still won’t allow Liberal opponents to intimidate or stop us with their twisted rants….especially when their misguided ways have relentlessly failed and seriously harmed our country. 

To build better and succeed, we just have to do what we’ve always done: make our voices, our votes, clear and steady enough to be heard in a nation where empowered Liberals would silence them. 

To succeed, we cannot behave as herded lambs or sheep, struck dumb by a crafted speech from a facile President scrambling to be re-elected.  

And whenever today’s newly alert citizens must behave as did Washington, the Adams Family, Jefferson, Franklin, Madison, Hamilton, Douglass, Lincoln, Reagan and King…in order to fight for American rights and her strong survival…we will. 

With all that in mind, what if America had a different reaction to adversity in Arizona?

What if well-rooted, common-sense Americans refused to keep stumbling?

What if the majority had the same constructive impact on the institution of rapid, effective justice that they did on governance in November 2010?

What if President Obama did something besides deliver another melodious speech?

What if he put the power of his administration behind an expedited trial for Loughner, so that this mass murderer faces swift and certain justice by April 2011?

What if Americans created Online HoodWatches? Like Neighborhood Watches, there could be Stand-up Community Clearing Houses to receive alerts from concerned students, friends, teachers, neighbors, parents, anyone solid and smart enough to recognize common sense warning signs.

What if the respected citizens of each community shared this info with FBI, CIA, Gun Store Owners…so that those suspected of acting out in lethal ways are immediately banned from owning firearms? So that the usual suspects actually are quickly rounded up and tested for security?

What if we treated all Terrorists the same: Do everything we can to strike first and fast before innocent Americans are killed.

Like No-Fly Lists, this approach won’t be fool-proof, but it’s a lot better than dumb, deaf, blind and dead.

Sure, deranged people would still be crazed, but at least some survivors could learn a meaning of justice.

Go, ahead. Let Liberals, Leftists, and the ACLU scream, deride, and degrade us. Frankly, my dears, most Americans don’t give a damn. 

We’re aiming to emulate our greatest American heroes: give hope wings for a change and let her fly.

The first time I heard Sarah Palin in 2008, I thought she could be America’s first female president and John McCain’s best political legacy. To me, Palin was TR in a skirt, with earthy dollops of Harry Truman. She was sensible, spiritually grounded, sharp, honest, fair and fast on her feet. 

A year later, a doggone polarizing Palin seemed more like an uncackly version of Hillary Clinton, with a lower IQ and reams more common sense. Governor Palin was another gifted woman who would be queen, but not president.

Last night, after watching the Governor’s flawless performance on Sean Hannity’s Show, I’m back to first-female-president mode.

What an improvement! And all this from a new-style American leader who bags moose, lands salmon and doesn’t eat Dover Sole. 

Palin’s getting so smooth, even the snootiest Republicans might decide to give her a second look. If she’d stop saying the CR word, they might  invite her to join one of their clubs.

Most Americans know that if Palin were a Democrat, she’d be canonized on the spot. The LameStreamers would be fawning all over her new fly jacket. Chris Matthews would feel serious spasms, and Jay Rockefeller would boot his instantly infamous bug. 

Unfortunately for them, the little Red PowerHouse keeps telling it like it is with flash and fire. Fortunately for the CommonSenseSet, Palin’s smart enough to know slings, arrows, and certifiables come with the territory.

Of course, the revilers favor burning her at the stake, like a 21st century Joan of Arc. But something tells me that this time, they won’t succeed. Unlike Obama, Palin’s as nimble politically as she is on a basketball court, able to leap metaphors in a single bound.

And speaking of, I’ll never forget begging strangers on the street to beware of Barack Obama and not to be lured to vote for him. Of course, no one listened…no friends, no family members. All came up with excuses as lame and embarrassing as most media they watch. 

I expected these answers from unReal Liberals. I also knew most Jewish and black voters were glommed in Liberal lock-step, regardless of history. 

But what on earth accounted for the thought process of RINOs who voted for Obama and his proven-to-fail Liberal philosophy?

“Oh, I got tired of W and didn’t like his getting us into war.”

“Oh, they didn’t find any WMD’s in Iraq.” 

“Oh, Obama is half-black and looks nice.”

Oh, it’s about time we had some hope and change.”

“Oh, I can’t stand Sarah Palin.”

Republicans expect Liberals to despise Palin, and we know the go wild over females like Fey, Goldberg, Behar, Obama, Boxer, and Pelosi.  But when Americans supporting the basic Republican philosopy toss their votes like confetti, they do so at my country’s peril, my peril, and that of family, friends and fellow citizens.

Those kinds of threats have always turned mothers into monsters. Governor Palin calls them MamaGrizzlies. I call them lionesses, awesome creatures who raise cubs, hunt food, and fiercely defend territory. 

Whatever you think of lions, moose, salmon, or bears, Sarah Palin makes Barack Obama look like bait. I most certainly do not wish him any harm, but he needs to go back in the sea, or to another country he likes better than America.

And Americans, especially capricious Independents and snobby Republicans, need to wise up, put aside lame excuses, and vote for the person who can be elected to right and restore America, as if her last breath depended on it…and ours. Because it does.

21 years ago this month, our world watched the roll-out of the VELVET REVOLUTION, as popular demonstrations in Czechoslovakia, along with the fall of other Warsaw Pact communist governments, caused the ruling Communist Party to forfeit power. 

In December 1989, President Husak appointed his nation’s first non-communist government, and 6 months later, its people voted in their first democratic elections since 1946. 

In 1986, 3 years before this divinely providential real-life event, David Lynch’s BLUE VELVET hit American theaters.

Here’s how MOVIEFONE.Com reviews his film today: “A hallucinogneic mystery-thriller that probes beneath the cheerful surface of suburban America to discover sadomasochistic violence, corruption, drug abuse, crime and perversion.”

Now ain’t that just like a Liberal? Wherever there’s one Harriet, they’ll find 3 witches. Show them an Ozzie, and LIBS bring you horror stories every time.

Thriving as most do on Half-Empty or Bone Dry, these kinds of minds are convinced the world’s mostly a dark, perverted place. Of course it is: with  few exceptions, wherever Liberals are making more Liberals, chaos and catastrophe spread geometrically.

But what if we reversed these tortured critics and their mangey little directors too? What if some conserve-my-landmole scratched its way over to MovieFone and sneaked in reviews about this fall’s new film, RED VELVET REVOLUTION? 

Especially today, I’d join millions of Americans revved up about a new kind of movie; finally, one more of us can enjoy: 

“Off-the-charts Fall thriller where American violence, vulgarity, sadomasochism, corruption, perversion, and progressives fight to avoid melting away into the good, the wonderful, the beautiful nation, cheerfully restored by peaceful demonstrations from water-throwing citizens.”

Lucky for us, most Americans will be treated to a preview of this exciting  film today, 2 November 2010, when RED VELVET REVOLUTION opens in neighborhood theaters across the country. 

Ding Dong, the worst be gone!  America’s still at war within, but at least we’re headed in better directions:

Back to the future built by Washington, Jefferson, the Adams Family, Franklin, Madison, Hamilton, Stowe, Tubman, Frederick Douglass, Abraham Lincoln, Reagan, et al, where hope is symbolized by our American eagle, a far cry from the thing with feathers.

No matter where they live or worship, no matter what color they are, there’s nothing like cheerful human beings determined to be free. Apparently, it’s even better when they drink tea.

One of my favorite books should be required reading for all Americans: Troublesome Young Men by Lynne Olson.

Don’t be put off by the title…it’s actually about a few good Brits in the late 1930′s, brave citizens who risked their careers to warn of yet another German threat. Their courage and determination inspired a like-minded Churchill to take the reins, saving the free world from Nazi tyranny and takeover.

No wonder President Barack Hussein Obama returned America’s gift from the British. As our first president to spurn the heroic FreedomFighter, Obama acted swiftly to get Winston Churchill’s likeness…and all it symbolizes…out of the White House and American territory. The last thing Obama wanted were people who’d cause him trouble.

Like Churchill, Olson’s rabble-rousers were British Conservatives who drank tea, a handful of clear-headed rebels wise enough to know that enemies must be eliminated before debacles, not afterwards. 

Whatever Liberals taught you in American schools, history proves them wrong. Initially sugar-coated, the German threat delivered its devastating promise. Much worse than a bumpersticker, the Holocaust Happened…not to mention a second World War.

And despite the inexplicable voting patterns of American Jews, you don’t have to be Jewish to know this. All you have to do is think, read, imagine, and use the good brain God gave you.   

Carefully catalogued, but ignored by obsequious cowards like Neville Chamberlain, Hitler’s “struggle” soon materialized in millions of murders and mass destruction.

Like Bill Clinton’s nemesis, history wears an everlastingly blue dress. Stains remain, and as long as they live, sentient ”troublemakers” warn us that reality rules. But for them, the wishes and hopes of small-picture minds perish.

In the 20th century, Harold Macmillan, Robert Boothby, Leo Amery, Ronald Cartland, Lord Robert Cranborne were some of the BigPicture rebels. Refusing to act like idiot sheep, these troublemakers protested Chamberlain’s foolish policies, in the years before Winston Churchill became Prime Minister and convinced America to fight back.

Lady Violet Bonham Carter, was one of the most intransigent females, an early, aristocratic version of Sarah Palin, minus a kid.

These outspoken Brits knew Chamberlain was 100% wrong, and persisted in declaring it, despite government and press censorship of facts which more than hinted at Hitler’s true intentions. 

The rebels risked everything to alert England that Hitler was a tyrant, a mass murderer and invader who must be stopped, not placated.  

Throughout history, brave people have always been huge pains-in-the-neck, worthy of being chopped by the opposition. 

Like President Bush and smart parents who say NO to wayward adolescents, such troublemakers are always vilified and dismissed, sometimes even after they’ve been proven right. Their few brave notes become a small chorus, which if we’re lucky, swells to a raging choir.

Today’s pains are called racists, rednecks, haters, wing nuts, Republicans, Christians, and worse. Aware of invading tyrants at home and abroad, they’ve finally become America’s madding crowd.

Many are Independents who’ve become more thoughtful. 

Some are Democrats, once determined to ignore troublesome Conservatives, who warned them about electing an ensign to do the Admiral’s job. 

Most are aggrieved Republicans, madder than hell that our elected representatives are blind, deaf, and dumb. 

America’s 21st century troublemakers are led by thorny rebels like Newt Gingrich, Mitt Romney, Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Sarah Palin, Michelle Malkin, Ann Coulter, ETC. Reviled by most media and the political class, they speak for millions of concerned Americans who know what works and what fails. As with Obama’s election, they see poison, where most see sugar. 

Some American rebels sense other, chiefly unspoken, levels of perfidy. Having studied them, they recognize ancient war strategies and stealth tactics. Any day now, they’ll come right out and say America was founded on principles that don’t accomodate apostasy. 

When filled with invaders determined to destroy us, a “Trojan Horse” has no American rights and our citizens have no tolerance. 

In her stunningly educational book about 20th century courage and consequences, Lynne Olson has given us a big, clear picture of DEJA. It’s up to inquiring American minds to read it and connect the VU, the only one that matters.

Boy, do I feel better. Knowing that President Obama prays every day changes everything. He just has to be a Christian. Anyway, at least a dozen Catholics have already nominated him for sainthood.

What an eye-opener for American Independents, all 18% who thought Obama was a Muslim! Doesn’t it make your head spin? How dumb can they be to add 2 and 2 and expect to get 4?

Talk about jumping the gun. Those guys should be ashamed of themselves. They’re so dim, they might as well be Democrats and Republicans. 

Next thing we know, White House spokesmen will be describing Obama’s prayer rituals. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for more juicy details.

Any day now, Americans will be privy to how and when Obama prays. He might even pull a fast one and go to church on Martha’s Vineyard, proof positive he’s on his way to heaven, the one where all the woman are over 50.

What inquiring minds really want to know is does Obama kneel by his bed every night? Mornings? Any old time of day? Is his head bowed in solemn prayer? Does he bow from the waist down? Is his rear-end grounded? Is it ever air-borne, out of respect for his deceased father? His stepfather?  

Does Obama pray alone, or wait until 2 or 3 are gathered together in God’s name?

Speaking of, what does Obama call God? Does he keep it simple and call God ”God”? Or does he dare to bump it up a notch, calling Him ”My Lord and Savior”? Does he pray to Jesus, the Christ, JC, Joe Christmas?  Are any saints involved? If so, which ones? 

Does the president go in for incense? Holy Water?

After Labor Day, I have it on good authority that the Pope will start emailing Obama every week. We the People can read their Twitters.

Praise the Lord, I can hardly wait. I don’t know about you, but they’re on my agenda right after Housewives of New Jersey.

In October, Black Christians who have never been Muslims will be summoned for vespers with the First Family. That leaves Rev. Wright out in the cold again; but verily I say to you, it’s better than being run over by a bus. Sorry, Jeremiah, you had a good run.

On Thanksgiving, Obama will attend his first high mass at Camp David Chapel, hours before the dawning of his newly-designated Green Friday.

God only knows what the Obamas will do for Christmas. They could easily cause another traffic jam on Massachusetts Avenue and head to the Washington Cathedral.

In 2011, if Michelle can find enough USDEA-Approved eggs to hide, Franklin Graham and Family will be invited to the Easter Egg Roll.

Of course, on that occasion, it’s not spiritually correct to invite Muslims. As a consolation prize, Daisy and her Imam will be sent on an Alaskan cruise, paid for by the Palin Defense Fund. From the highest mountain they can find, the Muslim couple will speak to the world brotherhood, all of whose feelings have been devastated by yet another unreliable US President.

Meanwhile in the lower 48, polls show that 93.5 % of Americans believe that going to church makes one a Christian. A full 99.3% believe that each time we enter garages, we become cars. 

What a 2-fer. Christians for Clunkers, and they go both ways. If we drive into a ditch, it’s God’s fault. If we drive off a cliff, it’s ours.

My nephew calls Model T’s old-timey cars. It’s also a good description for Americans who go to church and know who Henry Ford was.

Old-timeys believe in liberty, hard work, honest accounting, small government, strong defense, charity for the needy, and solid American traditions.

They believe in God’s positive teachings, and think men like Jimmy Stewart set standards for great acting skills.

They believe that fine art is more than what’s in a beholder’s roving eye.

They despise tyranny and tyrants, and quickly identify both.

They know that white trash is no different that black garbage. Both stink and both are supposed to be buried right away.

Americans who are not old-timey, a large and growing number, would like to ride us off the road.

Like the cars, old-timey Americans have different values and come in different colors, including Ford’s favorite black. Most run well enough and clean up fine. They’re fueled by certain principles, without which they crash. 

My brother-in-law, a lapsed Catholic, once declared that the Bible contained everything we need to know about how to live well.

If that’s a principle lapsed has learned, it sounds like real progress. 

Not the kind of progress today’s unprincipled BLUES want you to make, where you get to scrape, bow, and break under their secular authority…where they make the rules, we follow them, and they have different rules for themselves.

Not the kind of progress where lies trump truths daily and in our face.

Not the kind of progress today’s BLUES cower behind, where people who are scooters, pretend to be Cadillacs.

Where males named Wright, Jealous, Frank, Dodd, Farrakhan, Gore, Edwards and Rangel do what peacocks always do, no matter what their color, of course:

Puff up, prevaricate, shout, don titles, robes, loud ties and floppy foulards. 

They aim for as much power, money and publicity as possible, God’s minimalist teachings be damned. 

Most of them have crippling father issues, and it shows every time. They are bomabastic, often hateful, extremely insecure males, who crave power, and will do or say anything to feel like BigShots.

Some of them are so absurd, you feel you’re watching a play, until you realize it’s your Government in action.

Now that more female peacocks are in the mix, we’re assured they can be worse than males.

You’d think Americans had seen enough movies to spot these phonies fast, and vote accordingly. Yet half of us still haven’t made that much progress.

Some, who once knew better, keep changing their minds about what is right and what’s wrong, about what works and who does not.

But old-timey black females know a lot about male peacocks, as much or more than most white mamas. 

They know what works and who doesn’t. They know these putative ”BigShots” aren’t real men, just males with issues. 

I was lucky enough to be raised by such a female. Not a black woman like Michelle Obama or Whoopi Goldberg, but a black lady like Marian Anderson.

This lady had more white blood than Barack Obama, faced and conquered troubles he’ll never know.  She made Shirley Sherrod look like Marie Antoinette.

This lady simply loved God, Jesus Christ, America, and Ray Charles. She lived her faith and had more common sense in her little finger than Obama has in his family tree.

Her adversities added to the strong old-timey character she inherited from her ancestors, both black and white. She was wise, loving, fun, and I never heard her complain about anything but black, white, and brown snakes. 

She was embarrassed when her blighted black husband went on benders, as she continued to do the right thing, because her favorite book told her so.

Like this great lady and most TeaPartyPatriots, many of us are born old-timey. Others have to be carefully taught. 

The good news is you don’t have to be old to be old-timey. You just have to be grounded by a loving God, and fueled by common sense. If not, you crash, along with everyone else on what once was a highway.

First, if you don’t think bankruptcy is dangerous, you might as well stop reading.

Second, for the knee-jerk-criticals out there: No, I’m not a campaign “troll.” I’m just a regular American citizen who cares about solvency in all states that add up to united.  

Since we still are, tomorrow’s a reeeeally big day in California. But you wouldn’t know it if you watch FOX News. 

Still, once upon a time at FOX, one top numbers-man allowed another to speak his brilliant mind about America’s largest bankrupt state.

Months ago, Neil Cavuto interviewed honest Tom Campbell, the only California Senate Primary Candidate reliably polled to beat the destructive Liberal Democrat, Barbara Boxer….by 7 points, no less!

Cavuto alone lived up to Bill O’Reilly increasingly hollow declaration, “we’re looking out for you.”

Otherwise, we can blame FOX for not trying.

We can blame FOX for not reporting, so we could decide how..or whether…to help a major bankrupt state out of the hole Liberal Democrats most definitely dug.  And continue to dig.

We can blame FOX for failing to educate its audience about how to right one of America’s most important states, in a nation where few think bankruptcy is cool.

Apparently deciding one sunshine state sufficed, Chris Wallace chose Florida, Rubio and Crist to spotlight on his FoxNewsSunday.

Glenn Beck also picked his poison.  He once held court with Chuck Devore and Carly Fiorina, interviewing only 2 of the 3 California Senate Republican primary candidates. Beck deliberately snubbed the 3rd. 

The man Beck refused to invite on his show was Tom Campbell, the only  candidate of the 3 who can accomplish the putative goal of ending its bankrupt Liberal policies. 

Why did Beck do this?

Was it because Campbell’s father was a close friend of FDR, a stellar Illinois judge, a giant among men, women, and Democrats, in the days when some had their heads on straight? And Beck has a fierce, out-of context animus towards such old-timey Democrats?

In any case, shame on Glenn Beck for not letting us decide.

Sure, Campbell has superficial strikes against him: he’s only a serious grown-up who knows how to get things done well. He’s not another California peacock, or a ”let-go-put-upon” feminist who blows with the wind and Bloombergs her way into power. He’s not a Conservative to be tarred & feathered in this LeftLiberal state.

Honest Tom’s only a staid, brilliant Stanford professor from “the bankrupt state,” a student of boring old Milton Friedman who knows how to add and subtract exceedingly well. 

In many ways, Campbell’s the California version of Romney. He knows how to swing in the Liberal Jungle and bring out the most people alive. 

Even the Liberal LA Times declared that Campbell’s the only primary candidate who can beat California’s foolish spendthrift, Barbara Boxer. 

But how can inquiring minds decide if FOX does not report? The answer is, they can’t. 

By not reporting news to help us decide, FOX is allowing candidates with personal fortunes to flood us with the equivalent of SuperBowl ads for Bud Lite. In this way, FOX, the “fair & balanced” news media many of us came to know and love, has helped subvert the democratic process. They are deciding, not us.

If this sound familiar, you’re getting warm.   

Perhaps FOX concluded California’s “hopes for change” might as well be ignored, since it’s already gone bust. But FOX is not alone in its thinking. 

According to most recent polls, it matters not at all to most Californians, that among the 3 Republican candidates running for Senate, only one can beat Barbara Boxer, another reckless Liberal Democrat who, like Obama, has thrown gasoline on America’s fire.

Worst among these California voters are the Republicans and many people  who call themselves TeaPartyPatriots. They’re the ones who should know better and do not.

These citizens rail relentlessly about the destructive policies of Liberal Democrats. They are capable of thinking clearly enough to see that America’s house is on fire. Yet, when they have the chance to help put it out, they insist on voting their way in the primary, permitting the Democrat to win the general election.

Most deliberately reject the rare person who can put out California fires, or at least quell them to ember-stage. This is not just dumb, it is madness. 

When our country’s on fire, everyone who doesn’t want to burn-up, carries water and pours it on. One wonders what it takes when the bankruptcy bomb is not enough.

But I shouldn’t be surprised. Chiefly due to culture-rot, today’s Californians are known for voting for “Paris Hilton” when they need “Jimmy Stewart.” And the majority of Americans knee-jerked this same way in our last presidential race.

The tragedy is, many of those thoughtless voters still think politics means “never having to say you’re sorry,” as America burns and the rest of us with her.