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 to Powerline.com on the subliminal messages behind MSM security leaks:

When will MSM be held accountable?

When?  How?  And by whom?

 Lucianne.com .....

Wonder what John Kerry, Jack Murtha and Howard Dean did this weekend?

I like Ann Coulter's style. 

Irreverent.  Spontaneous.  Witty.  Bright.  Smooth.  In your face.  Always with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.  Usually on-target with a taunting "T."

Doesn't mean I agree with everything she sez, but I've enjoyed MSM's reaction to her, and particularly her new book. 

Funny how her mouthiest critics -- unable to counter her points -- stoop to debase her sexually and physically.  Cheap shots from the cheap seats. 

I hope she makes a mint. 

Fox would do well to offer her her own time slot. 

Only problem would be finding guests to joust with her.  Few men with the wit (or balls) have surfaced.  I can't think of any liberal women who don't regress into frantic harpies when challenged. 

Heck, I'd pay just to watch her monologues. 

Coulterism: 

"We've finally given liberals a war against fundamentalism, and they don't want to fight it. They would, except it would put them on the same side as the United States."

So she asked the minister of the church if he would deliver a sermon honoring fathers on her father's birthday, which was coming up in June, and the minister did. And the tradition of Father's Day caught on, though rather slowly. Mother's Day became an official holiday in 1914; Father's Day, not until 1972.

Mother's Day is still the busiest day of the year for florists, restaurants and long distance phone companies. Father's Day is the day on which the most collect phone calls are made.

-- from Garrison Keillor's APM

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  Birthdays, Christmas and Easter were the most popular holidays in my home ....  Birthdays brought your favorite cake and icing, gifts, cards and undivided attention for one day.  Christmas was the traditional season of wonder, beauty and special joy.  Easter meant new clothes to complement the hand-me-downs from aunts, cousins and neighbors; candy and treats, dyeing, decorating and hiding eggs and family reunions (you always took play clothes so you wouldn't get grass stains on your church clothes) ...   

On Mother's Day and Father's Day, I remember having to snip red rose buds from grandma's garden to pin to our church clothes.  Mom begrudgedly wore a white rose because the father she hated was long-dead ... If she had her way, we might have spent the day in front of our 9-inch National TV (2 channels on a good day) while she re-counted again and again, the horrors of growing up with an abusive, alcoholic father who wouldn't buy the kids toothbrushes and she had to clean her teeth with twigs from the sassafras tree ...

After church on Father's Day, Dad's chosen activity was to don his flower'dy swim trunks and float the afternoon away in Mitchell's River ... sometimes carrying me, my brother  and sister on his back as he dog-paddled to the edge of the small dam that held back the cool mountain water ... sometimes dozing atop the over-sized inner-tube we had inflated at the Shell Station down the road. 

Windows down, we'd sing gospel songs as our 1948 Chevy carried us 12 miles across the mountain, up the steep drive to the William's house to pay $2 (per car), then let ourselves through the pasture "honor gate" for an afternoon of memorable summer family fun .... 

Mom would have prepared everyone's favorite meal: baked ham, potato salad, greenbeans and corn, candied yams, [soggy] angel food cake stuffed with fruit cocktail.  Once the  faded blue gingham tablecloth was spread, she would unpack the car as Dad built a fire in the rock fireplace to heat the coffee pot. 

"Get me some wood, young'uns."  Off through the woods my sister, baby brother and I would go -- collecting leaves, twigs and dry limbs to pile on newspaper twists .... 

.... Stopping long enough at the edge of the woods to stir an occasional cow pie, searching for June bugs ....  The park was, after all, located in a pasture and anyone who grew up around a farm knew that June bugs hatched in cow pies .... It was an unwritten  summer tenent that moms always carried string for tying June bug legs -- and if you've never had a bevy of June bugs tied to your wrist or the handle bar of your bike, you probably grew up playing video games in some stuffy mall.

But I digress.

And after a hearty meal, we would wash dishes in the river and Dad would take us crawfish hunting and rock-skimming at the edge of the dam. 

"Is it an hour yet, Daddy?" 

"Throw me that inner-tube, Lorene."  By far the best rock-skimmer in the family, Mom never ventured beyond the river bank. 

"Grab a-hold, young'uns, and don't swim too far away."

Come to think of it, we never did.                                       

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  I took a longgggg walk with the staff this morning.  Usually we have breakfast on Friday, but today I was feeling outdoorsy, so we walked. 

(I had stashed doughnuts in the office for our cool-down.  Any excuse to eat is my motto.)

We reviewed some of our good deeds and projects.  I allowed each to add a "what if ..." as if we had no budget restrictions .... It was fun, actually.  I even added my own! 

My staff is (we're a team, so it's singular) wonderful.  Couldn't find a better crew if I had picked them myself.  Which I did, by the way.  We share the same goals and take pride in most of the same results.  I'm a pusher -- always wanting to do more.  They understand.  They do the same.  They also understand that I can be and get bitchy when things (usually beyond anyone's immediate control) don't go smoothly.  They know how to placate and console .... They should.  I taught them!

Why is this important to blog about?  Because long walks and doughnuts sorta go together on Friday morning, that's why.  And because I'm feeling rather proud of a staff that enjoys coming to work every day.  Including me.

-- Gull

 I was on my way to connecting a new ISP (buh-bye AOL) when I opened the self-install package ..... only to find that the kit did not include the correct cables.  Ding dang it.  Shucky durn.  Cusscusscuss.

What's with it, Charter Internet?????  Why do I suspect that what they REALLY wanted to sell me was an installation fee (beginning at $50) --- which does little to enhance my respect for their service.

Fortunately, I have 30 days to try this system.  If it works and still sucks -- it will go away.  Faster than they assured me the service would be.

It's not wise to mess with a customer who has influence with a minimum of 300 local subscribers.

I hate monopolies and self-install packages that don't include the labeled components. 

Idiots. 

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Wait.  Just wait.  Give them time to think of something....

The moonbats will soon be showcasing an out-take of the Prez being zinged by high school kid tossing a [tennis] cricket ball. 

Possible Headlines:

President Hit by Object in Pakistan
Bush-Leagued in the Middle East
Bush Takes Hit from the Left
President Hits Pakistani Youth
Bush Battered
Pakistan Thows Bush a Soft Ball
Bush Swings from the Right
Bush Beaned by Bumper ....
Bush Blasts a Googly
Googly THIS, Mr. Bush!
Bush Spins a Sweep

Enough already.  You get the picture ....

Deliver us, however, if Gore takes the stump and declares himself an all rounder who actually invented the game of cricket!

-- posted by Gabby from the Goat Gazette

What went right.