There is a saying about well-intentioned but misguided friends that takes on a special meaning this time of year: "God save me from my friends — I can protect myself from my enemies." And no, I don't mean friends or even family members who might better have given to charity the money they have spent on gifts for you they think are perfectly charming, but from which you derive no pleasure and for which you can find no use. No, I mean the well-intentioned friends of Christ who launch an unofficial campaign each year to "Keep Christ in Christmas."
(With apologies to St. Luke)
And it came to pass in those days that there went out a decree from the American Congress that all the country must buy medical insurance.
And this taxing was first made when Obama reigneth with the Democrats. Then the Republicans waxed envious that none of their own forty plans, however Marxist, profiteth them. Woe unto any party in the minority, for it hath no more power than it doth principle.
“You are not in Kansas anymore,” the main antagonist Colonel Miles Quaritch (Stephen Lang) growls out at the beginning of the movie Avatar, “You are on Pandora.”
The movie is about a race of blue-colored humanoid native Na'vi inhabiting a moon named Pandora. Pandora revolves around a gas giant planet of the star Alpha Centauri A, one of the closest stars to our own sun.
The sky-is-falling greenies are getting progressively batty. It's not enough that we shut down our oil, gas, and coal industries, bike to work, switch our light bulbs, take cloth bags to the supermarket, smash our clunkers, take low-water showers, and turn our thermostats down, and sit in our mittens and tossel caps. Now they want us to cook our dogs.
The world of American politics has witnessed an interesting role reversal over the past couple of weeks. Barack Obama's most ardent liberal supporters are disappointed, in some cases bitterly, with the President's recent decisions and proclamations, while many of his "conservative" (more accurately, neo-conservative) critics seem encouraged by what they see as Obama's recently discovered "realism" in perceiving and defining America's purpose and mission in the world.
I've grown somewhat weary writing about the devastating effects of minimum wage laws but The Wall Street Journal's "Black Youths Miss Out on Good Job News," (Dec. 4, 2009) warrants another try. Today's overall teenage (16-19) unemployment rate, at 25 percent, is the highest since World War II. Black teenage unemployment, at 50 percent, is also the highest since World War II.
“For decades rising health care costs have unleashed havoc on families, businesses and the economy,” President Barack Obama declared in October, during his surge for socialized medicine. Indeed, he frequently inveighs against the horrors if we don’t nationalize medical insurance: "We cannot continue down the same dangerous road we've been traveling for so many years,” he insists, “with costs that are out of control…"
“Remember this day, boys,” the white soccer coach tells his players on the field as he watches the new President of South Africa Nelson Mandela pass by in Clint Eastwood's latest film Invictus. “It's the day our country went to the dogs.” The comment was meant to convey the racism of the time amidst the end of racial segregation in South Africa (called apartheid, separateness, in the Afrikaans language) during the administration of the nation's first black president.
In its efforts to be politically correct, the U.S. Postal Service has decided to issue holiday stamps to accommodate the beliefs and non-beliefs of everyone. In the old days the Postal Service issued a traditional Christmas stamp based on Christian beliefs. After all, Christmas is about the birth of Jesus Christ, not the birth of anyone else.
Government is — or ought to be — limited. Severely, in fact. But what about liberty? Does it have limits, too?
We’re tempted to answer, “Heck, no!” because freedom is so intoxicating. Who doesn’t want to be master of his own fate, without overseers to steal our wealth while forcibly preventing us from living where we choose, or practicing the profession we please, who compel us to go where we don’t want to, whether into prison or overseas to kill people with whom we’ve never quarreled?