Memorial Day Tribute

We can never take our freedom for granted. Too many of our best and brightest have paid the ultimate price so that we can continue to have those freedoms. This is a really great video tribute to Memorial Day. If this video doesn’t bring a tear to your eye, you have no heart.

Gentlemen and ladies, start your engines!

Monologue from today’s Roderic Deane show:

I have a mea culpa for you. I’m pretty new at this BlogTalkRadio stuff and it’s been a real adventure so far. At first it was sound issues and Ivan was able to help me get those fixed.Next it was program content and that is where I still have a lot of work to do. I’ve been relying on a written script and last week proved to be a disaster. I made some changes to the script at the very last minute and deleted the lead-in to the theme of the show. Stupid me!

I really plan on working hard to make this a “talk show” and not just reading from a piece of paper. Last week my theme was “Spin, baby, spin” and I proved that I was not up to that task after I screwed up my monologue. I should have just fessed up right then and there and explained what happened. From now on, Ivan is going to be joining me on the show when he can as my trusted side-kick, to keep me on the up and up.

My theme this week was “Gentlemen and ladies, start your engines”, because I’m a big Indy 500 fan, and I thought that was how they’d announce the race, having done so in the past. I stand corrected and now have to refer to “Ladies and Gentlemen”. It seems that the Indy 500 has finally recognized that female drivers are no longer just a novelty. It was long overdue, but at least they recognized it in this, their centennial race.

No matter what, the race has always been a welcome diversion once a year that allows me to forget about politics and absorb everything leading up to and during the race. I’ve been to the race many times and it was always a blast. My first trip to the track was back when I was 10 years old and followed the race in which veteran Eddie Sachs and rookie Dave McDonald were killed in a fiery crash on the second lap of the race. I remember taking a tour around the track and saw the blackened wall along the inside where Dave McDonald had hit. You could see the scorched imprint of the front of his car, with two tires and the nose cone. I’ll never forget it.

Because of that accident, it was the very last time that gasoline was ever used again at Indy. Restrictions were put on the amount of fuel a car could carry and a minimum of two pit stops was mandated. Methanol or ethanol-based fuels have been used every since. Incredibly, Dave McDonald’s car was carrying 80 gallons of fuel when he crashed, as were all of the cars. I’ll link to a video of the crash on my blog. As a result of the crash, the race was stopped for the very first time in its history. Ultimately, the race was won by A.J. Foyt.

The Indy 500 race has been an ongoing laboratory for improving the safety features of the cars and improving the surrounding track barriers. Although the cars are safer than every, they continue to go faster and faster. Jimmy Clark was the pole-sitter for the 1964 race, averaging 158.820 mph. I think my daughter managed that a week after she got her driver’s license, but I digress again. This year’s pole sitter was Alex Tagliani, who averaged 227.472 mph during qualifications. Wow, that’s fast!

I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bore you with statistics from the Indy 500. I just think that what they say is true. They bill the Indy 500 as “The Greatest Spectacle in Racing” and I concur. I only wish I’d done this show last week. I could have given you all my theories and predictions. Since the race was held yesterday, I can report to you that it was won by Dan Wheldon, a driver for team Penske. There was a different driver leading the race at the last lap, but he crashed into the outside wall coming out of the fourth turn and Dan Wheldon passed him for the checkered flag. It was a stunning turn of events, but a great race nonetheless. I can only hope you saw it as I did.

….and that’s my two-cents worth for the week.

Here is a video of that horrific crash in 1964.

I Still Hate You, Sarah Palin

At the risk of trampling over copyright laws, let me say here and now that I DID NOT WRITE THIS, although I wish I had. This is a classic piece from NRO contributor David Kahane. As a result of reading this, I bought his book “Rules for Conservative Radicals”, a great learning tool for all conservatives. I encourage you to buy it. It’s a great read.

July 7, 2009 4:00 A.M.
I Still Hate You, Sarah Palin
The Republicans bring a knife to a gunfight, and lose again.

One of the most terrifying moments of my political life came last summer at the Republican convention in St. Paul. No, I don’t mean seeing John McCain careering around the Xcel Energy Center like Eyegore in Young Frankenstein, his face frozen in a Lon Chaney Sr. rictus grin as he reached across the aisle to his erstwhile friends in the media and got his hand bitten off. Rather, I’m referring to the aftermath of Sarah Palin’s outrageous acceptance speech, which whipped up the Rotary Club delegates into a frenzy of white-boy fury that not even heckling by a brave Code Pink embed could deter. Truly a fascist classic and one that sent shivers down our collectivist spines.

Even worse was the glaze of horror on the phizzes of the assembled heroes of the Mainstream Media. Andrea Mitchell — yes, the very same Andrea Mitchell, NBC News, Washington, whose employer saw no conflict of interest at all when she married then Fed pooh-bah Alan Greenspan — stood there gaping like a frog while the rest of the assembled Finemans and Matthewses and Olbermanns scurried around like roaches when the light gets turned on: What the hell just hit us? For one horrible moment, it looked as if the carefully crafted plans of David Axelrod, Rahm Emanuel, George Soros, and the Second Chief Directorate, first department, of the old KGB were about to gang agley.

Not only were we offended at the sheer effrontery of McCain’s pick: How dare the Republicans proffer this déclassée piece of Wasilla trailer trash whose only claim to fame was that she didn’t exercise her right to choose? Where were her degrees from Smith or Barnard, her internships at PETA, the Brookings Institution, or the Young Pioneers? We were also outraged that the Stupid Party had just nominated a completely unqualified candidate nobody had ever heard of, a first-term governor of Alaska whose previous experience consisted of a small-town mayoralty. As opposed to our guy, Barry Soetoro of Mombasa, Djakarta, and Honolulu, a first-term senator nobody had ever heard of, whose previous experience had been as a state senator (D., Daley Machine) in Illinois. After eight long, illegitimate, lawless years of &*^%BUSH$#@! tyranny, how dare you contest this election?

And so the word went out, from that time and place: Eviscerate Sarah Palin like one of her field-dressed moose. Turn her life upside down. Attack her politics, her background, her educational history. Attack her family. Make fun of her husband, her children. Unleash the noted gynecologist Andrew Sullivan to prove that Palin’s fifth child was really her grandchild. Hit her with everything we have: Maureen Dowd of the New York Times, taking a beer-run break from her quixotic search for Mr. Right to drip venom on Sister Sarah; post-funny comic David Letterman, to joke about her and her daughters on national television; Katie Couric, the anchor nobody watches, to give this Alaskan interloper a taste of life in the big leagues; former New York Times hack Todd “Mr. Dee Dee Myers” Purdum, to act as an instrument of Graydon Carter’s wrath at Vanity Fair. Heck, we even burned her church down. Even after the teleological triumph of The One, the assault had to continue, each blow delivered with our Lefty SneerTM (viz.: Donny Deutsch yesterday on Morning Joe), until Sarah was finished.

You know what? It worked! McCain finally succumbed to his long-standing case of Stockholm Syndrome (“My friends, you have nothing to fear from an Obama presidency”), Tina Fey turned Palin into a see-Russia-from-my-house joke, “conservative” useful idiots like Peggy Noonan and Kathleen Parker hatched her, and finally Sarah cried No más and walked away. If we could, we’d cut off her head and mount it on a wall at Tammany Hall, except there is no more Tammany Hall unless you count Obama’s Tony Rezko–financed home in Chicago. And it took only eight months — heck, Sarah couldn’t even have another kid in the time it took us to destroy her. That’s the Chicago way!

Yes, my friends, it’s once again time to quote Sean Connery’s famous speech from The Untouchables, written by David Mamet — the lecture the veteran Chicago cop gives a wet-behind-the-ears Eliot Ness (Kevin Costner, back when he was a movie star) while they sit in a church pew. “You want to get Capone? Here’s how you get him: he pulls a knife, you pull a gun, he sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue. That’s the Chicago way!” If you just think of us — liberal Democrats — as Capone you’ll begin to understand what we’re up to. And we just put one of yours in the morgue.

I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but maybe now you’re beginning to understand the high-stakes game we’re playing here. This ain’t John McCain’s logrolling senatorial club any more. This is a deadly serious attempt to realize the vision of the 1960s and to fundamentally transform the United States of America. This is the fusion of Communist dogma, high ideals, gangster tactics, and a stunning amount of self-loathing. For the first time in history, the patrician class is deliberately selling its own country down the river just to prove a point: that, yes, we can! This country stinks and we won’t be happy until we’ve forced you to admit it.

In other words, stop thinking of the Democratic Party as merely a political party, because it’s much more than that. We’re not just the party of slavery, segregation, secularism, and sedition. Not just the party of Aaron Burr, Boss Tweed, Richard J. Croker, Bull Connor, Chris Dodd, Richard Daley, Bill Ayers, the Reverend Jeremiah Wright, and Emperor Barack Hussein Obama II. Not just the party of Kendall “Agent 202” Myers, the State Department official recruited as a Cuban spy along with his wife during the Carter administration. Rather, think of the Democratic Party as what it really is: a criminal organization masquerading as a political party.

If you had any sense, you would start using our tactics against us. After all, you have a few lawyers on your side. Sue us. File frivolous ethics complaints against all our elected officials until, like Sarah, they go broke from defending themselves. (David Paterson would be a good place to start.) Challenge the constitutionality of BO2’s legion of fill-in-the-blank czars — none of whom have to be confirmed, or even pass a security check. (Come to think of it, neither did Barry.) Let slip your own journalistic dogs of war, assuming you have any, to find Barry’s birth certificate, his college transcripts, whether he applied to Occidental as a foreign student, and on which passport he traveled in 1981 to Pakistan with his friend Wahid Hamid, for starters.

You might also want to think about interviewing New York literary agent Jane Dystel, who a) contacted the totally unknown Obama in the wake of an adulatory New York Times piece in 1990 and b) got him a $125,000 advance for a memoir that c) he couldn’t write, even after a long sojourn in Bali, which d) got the contract canceled, whereupon e) Dystel got him $40,000 from another publisher, following which f) the book finally came out to glowing reviews and g) Obama fired her. Wouldn’t she have an interesting story to tell?

Of course, you won’t. You’re too nice, too enamored of history and tradition to realize that the rules have changed. Remember, I live and work in a town where, “Hello, he lied,” isn’t a joke; we men of the Left are perfectly comfortable lying, cheating, and stealing — hello, Senator Franken! — in order to attain and keep political power. Not for nothing is one of our mottos, “By Any Means Necessary.” You see, we’re the good guys, and for us the ends always justify the means. We are, literally, shameless, which is why Bill Clinton is now a multi-millionaire and Eliot Spitzer is already on the comeback trail.

In Saul Alinsky’s Rules for Radicals, “the fourth rule is: Make the enemy live up to their own book of rules.” This is the book that “Reset” Rodham (what ever happened to her?) and BHO II grew up reading and continue to live by. If you don’t understand that that’s the way we see you — as the enemy — then you’re too dumb to survive. Remember that for us politics is not just an avocation, or even just a job, but our life. We literally stay awake nights thinking up ways to screw you. And one of the ways we do that is by religiously observing Alinsky’s Rule No. 4.

Did Sarah stand for “family values”? Flay her unwed-mother daughter. Did she represent probity in a notoriously corrupt, one-family state? Spread rumors about FBI investigations. Did she speak with an upper-Midwest twang? Mock it relentlessly on Saturday Night Live. Above all, don’t let her motivate the half of the country that doesn’t want His Serene Highness to bankrupt the nation, align with banana-republic Communist dictators, unilaterally dismantle our missile defenses, and set foot in more mosques than churches since he has become president. We’ve got a suicide cult to run here.

And that’s why Sarah had to go. Whether she understood it or not, she threatened us right down to our most fundamental, meretricious, elitist, sneering, snobbish, insecure, Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders bones. She was, after all, a “normal” American, the kind of person (or so I’m told) you meet in flyover country. The kind that worries first about home and hearth and believes in things like motherhood and love of country the way it is, not the way she wants to remake it.

What you clowns need, in other words, is a Rules for Radical Conservatives to explain what you’re up against and teach you how to compete before it’s too late. Luckily, since I care about money even more than I care about politics, I have just such a book in the proposal stage, currently making the rounds of various publishers, assuming any of them are wise enough to take me up on it.

And, yes, this time it really is personal.

– David Kahane is pushing for a new national holiday to commemorate the destruction of Sarah Palin, and is hopeful that his senators, Barbara Boxer and Dianne Feinstein, will co-sponsor it, along with Henry Waxman in the House. You can second the motion at [email protected] or on Facebook.

Like I said, a classic!

The Indy 500 field is set!

I can only spend so much time on politics. I’ve been an Indy 500 watcher (and listener) since growing up in Indiana. I would guess that we have all established traditions surrounding the primary holidays honoring our nation: Memorial Day, Independence Day and Labor Day. My Memorial Days were always spent listening to the Indy 500, which does an outstanding job of honoring those who have made the ultimate sacrifice. We must not forget that sacrifice, ever, as we prepare for the first big holiday weekend of the summer.

My theme for next week’s Roderic Deane show, to be broadcast on Monday instead of Sunday, is “Gentlemen and Ladies, start your engines!” My thoughts, in that regard, turn again to politics. Will we have a GOP field that includes a good dose of ladies this year? Time will tell. The Indy 500 will have 4 women in the field and I am pulling for Danica Patrick. Have I told you who I’m pulling for in politics? Take a wild guess.

In the meantime, let’s not forget to honor those who gave the ultimate sacrifice to make sure that we could spend our summer weekends with family and friends. Burgers on the grill, a cold beer and the flag flying in the wind are part of my memories. These wonderful traditions and memories must never end and they are all worth defending.

Sarah’s Ring Tone

I happened to catch the video of Sarah Palin on Fox News last night in an appearance on Judge Jeanine’s show. At the end, Judge Jeanine told Sarah that Newt Gingrich’s ring-tone was “Dancing Queen” by Abba. When asked what her ring-tone was, Sarah said that she didn’t have anything special, but if she did, it would be Gretchen Wilson’s “Redneck Woman”.

Hat tip: Generational Dysfunction

Spin baby spin!

“Planned” monologue from today’s Roderic Deane show:

Politics is so much fun! I love it! I’m not even remotely inclined to run for office, but I love all the machinations that go along with being a politician in this, the information age. I have always been intrigued by the term “spin”, a term which I think gained traction during the Clinton administration. It refers to the practice of a politician’s spokesperson to describe an event in a way that benefits that politician’s message, however muddled or misconstrued it might have been. Mastering “spin” is the modern-day politician’s primary tool to obfuscate, distort, misdirect, pontificate or, simply, lie. Barack Obama and his administration have mastered the art of “spin”. There are, however, certain politicians that seem to rise above the need to spin. More on that as the show unfolds…
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Don’t get me wrong, I’m not advocating “spin” as I’ve described it. I’m just intrigued by how a politician can say something, get hammered for it, and then “spin” his way out of it as if what he said never happened. Specifically, I’m talking about Newt Gingrich. Last Sunday, he referred to Paul Ryan’s budget plan as “right-wing social engineering” during an interview with David Gregory on Meet the Press (or Meet the Depressed, as Mark Levin refers to it). Now, I have to tell you, I don’t watch those Sunday shows. As Levin infers by his description of “Meet The Depressed”, they ALL depress me. Fortunately for me, I have a show prep to do and I’m usually working those preparations while those idiotic shows are airing.

But, I digress. I want to talk about Newt Gingrich’s comments, because they give us an insight into a politician’s mind. Why would he disparage the one plan that reigns in government spending (that is, Paul Ryan’s plan)? There is no other plan to oppose Obama’s agenda, yet Newt felt comfortable in characterizing it as “right-wing social engineering”. Nothing could be further from the truth! Paul Ryan’s proposal is attempting to take healthcare away from government control and establish free-market forces to correct our plunge into socialism.

Is Newt a legitimate candidate for consideration as President? Right now, I would have to say no. He seems to be too interested in appeasing the Washington and media elites than in coming out strong for reform. I’m going to go back to a previous program where I asserted that the #1 trait I want to see from a Republican candidate is FEARLESSNESS. Here’s what I said:

[Audio – Another one bites the dust: Fearlessness – 0:43]

Maybe Newt got blind-sided by David Gregory on Meet the Press, I don’t know. What I do know is that you cannot expect to get a walk-in-the-park interview by the lamestream media. I thought Newt was smart, but his performance last Sunday tells me that he still has a long way to go. Has no Republican candidate thought about how the media treated Sarah Palin in 2008? Do they think they themselves will be exempt from such treatment? Give me a break!

Sarah Palin knows a thing or two about the lamestream media’s agenda. Her interview with Katie Couric in 2008 was probably the most embarrassing interview of that entire election cycle. She was baptized in the knowledge that the lamestream media lays in wait to pounce and “spin” an interview toward the worst possible outcome for ANY Republican candidate, but particularly CONSERVATIVES. She must be laughing in Wasilla right now, thinking “Newt, we hardly knew ye, but I thought you were smarter than that!”

The approaching election cycle is like none in our lifetime. It is a referendum on the future of our country, make no doubt about it! If you love liberty, you have to engage….NOW! Go to a Tea Party event and take a poster. I don’t care if your two-year-old makes it! You’ll feel much better and you’ll be surrounded by like-minded people who are as concerned as you. Oh, and in case you’re worried about what you’ve heard about Tea Party rallies being a collection or racist, homophobic, right-wing radicals, dismiss it! The lamestream media has gone to great lengths to paint Tea Party attendees in those terms and nothing could be further from the truth, but don’t take my word for it. Attend a Tea Party event! You will be glad you did, but I warn you. Be prepared to find yourself disparaged as a right-wing kook for doing it.

…..and that’s my two-cents worth for the week.

Bibi takes Barry to the woodshed

Obama’s “gravitas” is completely lost in the presence of Benjamin Netanyahu. Skip ahead to about the 7:15 minute mark if you tire of Obama’s BS.

My question is this. Who’s bust is displayed behind Benjamin Netanyahu? It almost looks like Obama, but maybe it’s Dr. Martin Luther King. There’s a bust of Abraham Lincoln behind Obama, but the sculpture has Lincoln looking downward, as if in shame, while the bust behind Netanyahu looks straight ahead. Winston Churchill must be spinning in his grave!