Virgins for Mohammed or BHO as a Savior

Recently,  it would appear that the American people have been delivered a bunch of gobbly gluck as to what exactly caused the tragic September 11, 2012 attack on our embassy in Benghazi, Libya.  Most of the confusion is coming out of the omnipotent palace of "Our Lord and Savior" [thank you Jamie Foxx] in other words referred to B. Hussein Obama.

Was it spontaneous?  Was it the result of some unknown video? Was it the result of Hostess going out of business - and Muslim terrorists,  all over the world are in an uproar over the possible demise of the Ho-Ho and Twinkie?  No one, especially the American people, seem to have a clue what caused terrorists to attack our Embassy and murder Ambassador Stevens, Glen Doherty, Sean Smith and Tyrone Woods.

Last night I sat at supper with my husband, a former Navy man, and another friend, a former Army man.  Ideas were tossed around the table as to what is going on in Washington, D.C. and just how much should the American people be made aware of.  In its most rudimentary example, our Army friend moved water glasses around, and mentioned the famous lines of bait and switch, deferring attention from one water glass to another.  Are the Americans tax payers that stupid?  Are we that complacent that we no longer care, or wish to engage in a driving, burning desire to know the truth - something we are entitled to?

Never one to sit in a corner, and remain silent, I announced my desire to start writing letters to my Senators and Congressmen about why I voted for them, and exactly what I expect from them.  I'm not like the TIME Magazine nominee, Sandra Fluke, who wants some free condoms or birth control, so she can continue to entertain herself in extra-curricular activities.  Shit, I'm a grandmother, mother, wife, daughter, sister and TAX PAYING AMERICAN CITIZEN (well past menopause ...no birth control needed...)who wants some bloody answers.  I don't want tap dancing, or water glasses being moved around a diner table.  I want to know what happened in Libya.

Can anyone imagine what it would be like if all Americans made the same demand of their elected officials?  Nothing vindictive, or provocative, just the plain and direct truth.  Sec of State Hillary Clinton still seems confused, potential nominee Susan Rice goes on 5 Sunday morning news programs and trips over her secret Intel ..."I'm going off what has been told to me..." robotic rhetoric, and how do I even begin to describe the utter disgrace of our newly re-elected disaster of a president?

General Patraeus and the mess of extra-marital affairs seemed so convenient.  Almost too convenient.  And if you look on the cover of People Magazine, you see a picture of his biographer.  Disgusting.  How much time will the media spend on the love lorn females climbing upon horny generals, and tap dance around what smells, no, wait - actually reeks of cover-up.  What are colleges and universities producing now-a-days with respect to investigative journalism?  Isn't anyone willing to dig into the cesspool of corrupt Washington, D.C. and for the memory of 4 dead Americans, discover where the truth is?  Will these 4 Americans be placed in a little box, and left to gather dust in some secret room, in the corrupt White House?

The POTUS has big plans for America.  He managed to play mind tricks on more than 52% of the American people towards an indoctrination of Socialism.  He thinks he's going to push Obamacare through, even though the 10th Amendment of the Constitution of the United States of America argues against it.  He's basking in the glow of his newly appointed title of "Lord and Savior" vis-a-vis moron Jamie Foxx, a movie star.  Who will be the first to pound a nail into the POTUS' hand on that crucifix? Obama even managed to leave GOD out of the Thanksgiving Blessing.

So, I will take up a pen and paper, and bombard my elected officials with letters demanding truths to the murders of 4 Americans who gave their lives on September 11, 2012.  And if I, all of a sudden, disappear, you may be able to find me in the box in the White House marked and cataloged, Menopausal Grandmother.

Country Music, Conspiracies and The Haters

So, here we are, fresh into a rerun of the stale, lying, corrupt and just plain disgusting Obama's presidency.  Did things "change"?  Nope.  Have things moved "forward"? Nope. Is there "Hope" for America?  Nope.  Wow, if I did not know any better, I'd say that the auto rewind spiraled out of control on my 1980s' styled tape deck.

I held my tongue - as long as I could.  Has anyone even tried to hold their tongue?  It's not all that easy.  Your hand gets kind of wet, you drool a bit, and well, your jaw gets sore.  Wait, are we talking about holding our tongues anymore, or describing the royal blow job that America's Uncle Sam is getting?  Ah, a little too graphic for some of you - try bending over in the shower then, grab that bar of soap called justice, and take one for the team.  Quit using the scales of justice to measure your pot and "fast and furious" weapons that killed Border Agent Brian Terry.

Okay, now that I got that out of my system, let's get down to it.  Conspiracies and The Haters.  Country Music - it's what I am listening to now on my Pandora Station to keep focus on my mood...to control it!!  The Haters.  I recently found out, by virtue of someone who does not know me, that I am a "Hater".  Apparently, Haters are those who voted against The POTUS, and decided to vote new blood into the White House.  Haters are morally bankrupt, we hate people of color, we hate women, we hate government supplied birth control, we hate entitlements, we hate the poor, we hate the pro-choice movement, we hate health care for everyone, we hate Hollywood, we hate Michael Moore, George Clooney, Alec Baldwin, Maureen Dowd, Rachel Maddow, MSNBC, NBC, CBS, ABC and NPR.  We love money.  We love our country.  We love capitalism.  We believe in moral responsibility,  We believe in less government. We are pro-life.  We are against medicinal maryjane (4:20), we apparently love taxing the poor,  and giving the rich a break.  We love freedom of speech.  We believe in and support our U.S. Military.  We believe that a cross in the middle of a remote California desert which honors U.S. military dead is OK.  We believe "In God We Trust" should be left on money, and that "One Nation Under God" means something.

So, I am confused.  Now, do not misinterpret my sentiments to imply that non-Haters don't love their country, or that I question their patriotism, BUT, why then should a non-Hater have the audacity (using their leader's wordage) to exclaim me to be a "HATER"  when I respond to the vapid drivel coming from the mouth of the fat one - Michael Moore. Free speech, in the mind of the non-Haters, means you recite the pledge of life according to the liberal thought pattern.  If I could get my mind to that small size, well, maybe I'd be amongst the holy ones - the non-Haters.  But, since I stand firm in thinking outside the box of the non-Hater lifestyle, I guess I'll just have to excel myself into being the best Hater I can be.

Okay, enough hating.  Let's graduate on to the world of corruption.  How many remember old Richard Nixon?  An exceptionally intelligent man, who was paranoid, shy, in a constant state of worry; talking in secret about this and that - which led to the Deep Throat and Watergate?  I, for one, thought Richard Nixon wasn't really that bad.  Or should I say, he just got caught doing what most of modern day politicians have been getting away with.

Watergate, Whitewater/Rose Law Firm, Contragate, Clintongate, or was that Cigargate?  Now we have a newly coined "gate" to look towards.  "Benghazigate".  How sad that we still are not smart enough to get past what seems to be a prerequisite in politics -  sex and corruption.  Here we sit, on Veteran's Day, a time to reflect upon those who have served in our Armed Forces, and learning about Gen. Patraeus (a married man and head of the CIA), Mrs. Broadwell, his biographer (a married woman), and their playing footsie while she was writing his biography.  What, exactly, was she writing about?  His penis length, how good he was in bed?  What cologne he wears?  Then we learn, about another woman, a friend of the General's who received menacing emails from Mrs. Broadwell to "stay away from her man".  I'm waiting to hear about a diaper clad biographer making a trip to Florida to look for that other woman, and maybe we can throw another General or national security/intelligence person under the bus, for grins and giggles.

FOX News (and other news sources) reported earlier today that the now freshly resigned General Patraeus is not going to testify before a congressional panel about the fine details of  Benghazi.  Given that the Obama Administration still has Eric Holder in office, after Fast & Furious, and no action has been taken against him,  I must begin to wonder if  a congressional subpoena will be issued for General Patraeus, Sec of State Hillary Clinton, or the FBI.  I wonder just how many people involved with the MURDER of our Ambassador to Libya, Chris Stevens,  as well as Sean Smith, Glen Doherty & Tyrone Woods, will magically slip the hands of justice and the power of a Congressional Subpoena, and either take the 5th, and/or magically become unavailable for testimony before Congress.

What do we owe this country?  What does this country owe us?  JFK stated during his inaugural speech, "Ask not what your Country can do for you, but what YOU can do for your Country" [emphasis added YOU].  With those famous words, what should WE THE PEOPLE expect from our Government?  Should we become familiar with lies, cover-ups and corruption or should we expect more?  Should we expect a Government that strives for honesty?  Can those even co-exist in a free country meant to be democratic in nature?  What would George Washington think?

We don't need not inquire as to what Ret. USNavy SEALs Glen Doherty or Tyrone Woods would do - America got their answer on September 11, 2012, during a fire fight, living and dying the creed - Leave No Man Behind.

Oh no - You're A Cowboy? Does Your Scrotum Hurt?

A few years back (excuse me while I adjust my Pandora music station to Pure Prairie League genre for added calmness, sans Ativan), I was at a farewell party for one of the ER docs.  It was a gathering of many personalities, mostly ski patrol, EMS, fire, police and hospital employees.  We all came from different sets of circumstances, that brought us to a point in our lives, where being first responders was what we craved as our drug of choice. Adrenaline. "The ride, the ultimate ride".  There's nothing like it.

Red light blinking fire trucks, sirens, the noises, the smells, the guns, the sight of a trauma surgeon slicing into a stabbing victim's chest, and performing open heart massage (at Denver General); the smell of blood and the endorphin rush that follows. From the First Aid worker who might apply a band-aid to a small blister, all the way up to CPR on someone you know is already gone; the job is never easy, and you take home each and every patient you treat, no matter the outcome.  Some sit in the back of  my mind to this day - almost a 1.5 yrs after I started my last IV on a patient, at 35,000 feet, in the back of an airplane, on the way to Phoenix.

My birth mother had suffered a near fatal cardiac arrest back in March 2010.  Ironically, as a flower power protesting fool of a liberal loving Democrat, she was at an Obama styled health care rally, when she suddenly "grabbed her chest and dropped, mid sentence", as one witness later told us.  The last 2 pictures of my mother were her holding a sign  "Obamacare for everyone", and the next one was of her on the ground and 2 off duty Wyoming EMTs performing CPR, and a Tempe Police Officer trying to get Fire/EMS to the scene.  My mother was lucky that she survived her ordeal.  LESSON ONE HERE FOLKS - LEARN CPR, IT SAVES LIVES!


In May 2010, one day after ankle reconstruction, I boarded an airplane for my "turn" at being with my grandmother, and also to see my mother.  Crutches and all, I hobbled on to a United flight.  It never fails, I usually have a kid who's parents failed "Control Thy Child", to the larger person who kicks my seat, to the little table that doesn't stay up for the duration of the flight.  This particular flight was like every other I've been aboard.  I got the "kicker".  A big bubba, with a 10 gallon cowboy hat, and cowboy boots for added seat kicking ability.  Well, damn it all to hell, 45 minutes into a 90 minute flight, my beloved kicking cowboy starts really gets restless behind me.  Forget about the fact that I'm in a cast, with a set of toes that scream, "Pedicure Please", when I over hear the cowboy say..."I think I'm having a heart attack".  You've got to be kidding me?

This is your decision making moment.  Do you remain silent, for fear of some crazy outcome that results in litigation, or do you do the right thing and turn around at look at the flight attendant and say, "I'm a medic, can I help"?  Okay, so I have a knee high cast, one day fresh from surgery, and purple toes...what are you going to do?  Let the guy croak?  So, to the back of the plane we head, where I then discover that the budget cuts allow airlines to fly "pillow free.".  Bubba gets a huge wad of plastic garbage pail liners as a pillow, and I ask the flight attendant about first aid kits, IV solutions and needles.  And an AED.  Bubba's main concern was that he not lose sight of his gigantic, "I ride livestock for a living" belt buckle.  In the cowboy world of bulls, broncs, etc...these heavy belt buckles are like gold.  "Sorry buddy, but I've got to get your shirt open, and loosen your pants a little bit."  Bubba, being a true cowboy says..."well okay darling, if you've got to let the dragon out".  Really, do you honestly think being in the back of an airplane at 35,000 feet has summoned a sexual encounter out of me?  Settle down cowboy!

The first aid kit...if that's what you call it, was by no means set up for cardiac arrest.  No cardiac meds.  Bubba could ask for aspirin, but there are so many fine guidelines of what one can administer.  Sealed aspirins in blister packs are ok; nothing out a bottle.  "Bubba Cowboy, are you allergic to aspirin?"  "No...good take these".  He got the full pat down; all 4 quadrants palped, BP, and me listening to his heart and lungs.etc,(He informed me that his heart was beating for only me) the rapid assessment, and subsequent assessments.  What I had the most regret for (and it was for him, not me) was the only size catheters were 16g, and those suckers hurt going in.  He had a great AC vein, and I got it on the first try...good thing since the first aid kit only had one. No LR on board, only saline.  It's better than nothing.  He got the 12 lead  EKG and 2 big AED patches applied to the big old bubba barrel chest/belly, and we landed in Phoenix 25 minutes ahead of schedule.

As we were prepping to land, he looked down at my foot, which by now, had blood seeping through the post operative cast, and said to me...."well what did you do little lady?"  This guy was a charmer a minute.  I just finished up asking if you had scrotal pain, and you want to call me little lady?  Did you think that was a marriage proposal earlier?  I told him, "oh, just some ankle surgery yesterday, no biggie".  He proceeds to tell me of this great cowboy surgeon he knows in Steamboat.  I look at him and ask really, who. "Well, little lady, Sisk is his name, and broncos and pretty women are his game."  8 seconds with this bull riding bubba was simply too long.  Of course, the master of surgery was indeed Dr. Michael Sisk, my doctor, who's last words to me were, "Anniemac, please try and relax in Phoenix, and be a good girl and please don't over do it".  Rules are made to be broken, right! 

P.S.  Big Bubba Cowboy did have severe hypertension, and earned himself the birthing of a calf sized kidney stone out of  the "Dragon in his pants". He's probably out there, still charming little ladies, with a healthier heart. 

THE "DEAD FISH" HANDSHAKE

My Daddy was an Korean War vet who served in the United States Army.  Born in Ireland, he came to this country, became a U.S. citizen, and then did the honorable thing, signing up for the military.  There are a million plus reasons why I admired my Daddy, but his willingness to serve in the Armed Forces is right up at the top of the list.

He taught his children many, many valuable lessons during his life.  I have them stored and cataloged, sans the Dewey decimal system, in my heart and head, so that on any given day, as a crisis arises before me, or I am struggling with some problem, I can scan my brain and, instantaneously,  the answer is there.

Every parent tells their  kids, "Don't run with a pencil, scissors, or sharp objects", "Don't tease your sister", "Don't tell your mom I caved in and bought sugared cereal". All wise craic coming from the Irishman, who was my Daddy.  He died in 1995, and left his family with a wealth of information, little bits of fine, devious and clever anecdotes, hidden treasures of  Irish craic, that to this day, we use in good humor.

The one lesson that Daddy bestowed upon us was the proper way to shake a hand.  "Hold onto to it like you mean it - otherwise it's waste of time, and you've got no character left."

How fitting a statement given last night's revelations regarding the attack on Benghazi that took place on September 11, 2012, where AMERICA lost 4 heroes. We now know that President Obama's current administration failed to act upon calls for more help from the now deceased, Tyrone Woods.(U.S. Navy Seal, Ret.), and  instead, gave orders to stand down.  Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty had a creed that they were living by.  You never leave a man behind.  Never.  Had they obeyed the fishy, smelly, mess of a President's indecisive attitude, there may have been more U.S. citizens slaughtered in our Embassy's attack,  What we do know is that Ambassador Stevens, Sean Smith, Glen Doherty and Tyrone Woods did not die in vain.  They are heroes.  What we also know is that the Obama Administration has been covering up the "spontaneous act" of terrorism. To quote the President , "this is not optimal".

Cowards in the White House, that's what Charles Woods has described to the American People in last night's interview with Sean Hannity.  I implore my readers to click on the provided link and hear the words of Mr. Woods as he describes what his son and the 3 others endured in their final moments, and how the Obama Dog and Pony Show responded to the U.S. murders of our Ambassador on U.S. Soil, via our Embassy.  These were acts of terror.  It wasn't, as we are probably now all sick of hearing, a response to some obscure video.  Higher ups in the White House can't even gets their stories straight.

A firm handshake, goes along way in conveying your character. Since it is painfully evident, given Mr. Woods' recount of the "dead fish" handshake he received from Obama, there's a great deal of qualities lacking from Obama in the honesty category.  "There are six things the LORD hates, seven that are detestable to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies and a man who stirs up dissension among brothers." - Proverbs 6:16-19 

As a church going gal,  I have to believe that GOD has some wisdom.  Apparently, by reading the above Proverb, Obama is on his way to a fiery future.  I am not judging the guy; maybe he was dropped on his head as baby.  Maybe he fell into a load of donkey crap as a baby, in Kenya.  I don't know; I wasn't there, and quite frankly, I don't care.

However, there are events occurring right now that we, as FREE AMERICANS, should start to consider.  An ever growing deficit, topping over $16 trillion,  a country on the precipice of socialism, an empty headed moron sitting high on our tax dollars in the White House, a moral compass that is crumbling before our very eyes, and the loss of the firm, heart felt handshake.

Foreign Policy vs. Blood Clots

My "Summer of George" has not exactly been as I would have wished. After successful back surgery (I'm an expert at herniated discs at this point) performed by Dr. Henry Fabian of Steamboat Springs, relief seemed to be just around the corner. And relief did come, as it related to the herniated disc. If ever you want professionalism and expertise, Dr. Fabian is your man.

Then came the wonderful word, DVT.  Well shit!  For the non-medical readers, DVT stands for Deep Vein Thrombosis, aka blood clot.  These pesty little buggers usually settle in for a good time after surgery. They are not the result of the surgeon, but rather surgery itself.  Not everyone will be on the blood clot fan club list.  They find homes within your veins, and there they sit until one day they either lose their guts and go away, or, in my case, break free from their uninvited presence, and make their move into your lungs.  Then they cause PEs.  This is not to be confused with physical education.  Pulmonary Embolisms.  No fun, and often times lethal.

The luck of my family's  Irish-ness was shining upon me, and I had enough sense to realize that the shortness of breath I felt on a Friday evening, in September was not the result of viewing 72 hours straight of news on the shitcan disaster of Libya, but a true medical emergency.  "No way", I thought to myself as I struggled to make sense of my cell phone and the realization that 911 was the call I needed to make.

Having been a EMT since 2001, I knew what was going on.  What I wasn't looking forward to was seeing my friends OR THEM SEEING ME, in my very own medical drama.  Age has a way of creeping in slowly, when the paramedic is a young kid you went to EMT school with.  I was one of the "older" students in my EMT class. So, to see a youngster at my bedside just set the tone for evening.  I thought maybe the fact that I had a scented candle burning next to the Lysol can was going to be my thrill.

The ride of a lifetime in the "big red box" would have been just enough for this old granny, but then my medic realized that the only way to properly affix the 12 leads was to slice open my nightgown.  All dignity and vanity flew right out the window.  And there they were, the "sisters" for this poor young medic to have to look at.  I wonder now if he has recovered?  If seeing the sisters wasn't enough of a thrill, the "secret stealth blood clot pantyhose" would be the topper of the most miserable and humiliating event of my lifetime.

Once at the emergency room, lots of familiar faces, and a CT Scan, the diagnosis was easy.  I was the proud owner of my first and hopefully last PE.  I earned myself months of coumadin, and the latest fashion trend of secret, sexy blood clot pantyhose.  Arrrrgh, a huge grimace is upon my face with the slightest mention of these shockingly white, tight and impossible to get on, medical pantyhose that help alleviate more blood clots.

So, what does my "Summer of George" medical history have to do with Foreign Policy?  Have any of you ever tried to put on blood clot hose?  I know a few tricks of the trade; plastic bags on your feet to help slip the hose on. And of course, after having back surgery, one can only imagine how difficult it is to attempt to bend over to apply the clot hose, hereinafter referred to as "TED hose".   

TED hose are the enemy, just as the ever present Al Qaeda are!  Cut off one pair of  TED hose, and another appears.  If you listen to the POTUS babble, he claims that Al Qaeda are no more, and that he has defeated them with his omnipotence and killer instinct.  Oh poor silly man, Obama!  Al Qadea is like a lizard.  You grab the lizard by his tail, and another tail grows.  Cut the head of Al Qaeda or the Taliban, and this enemy multiplies by 100 more.

The mentality of these vicious cowards is that they will achieve their eternal rewards in the hereafter with dozens of vaginas, oops, I meant to say virgins and martyrdom.  Since not one Taliban bad man has returned from his den of virgins in the next world, I will take the words of Our Lord and know that these bastards are headed on a one way trip to the bowels of hell.  I'm sure Lucifer and his minions are getting their jollies with a full house right about now.

On the eve of  what is to be last Presidential Debate in 2012, Foreign Policy is the topic.  How far have we come as a nation when it boils down to relationships with the evils of this world?  Chavez, Castro, Putin, Al Qadea, North Korea, Syria, Libya, Egypt, Muslim Brotherhood - the evils that proliferate in alarming numbers; are these criminals under control? Oddly enough, our current POTUS seems disinterested in these very, very present and perilous warriors of evil.  Their mission is to seek out the infidels (The UNITED STATES OF AMERICA) and murder us and democracy.

I look at the Muslim Terrorists, Extremists or whatever politically correct term they wish to have branded upon them as the nemesis I faced earlier this summer - a nasty blood clot that needs to be sent packing, whether its coumadin or a scud missile.  

"I believe with all my heart that our first priority must be world peace, and that use of force is always and only a last resort, when everything else has failed, and then only with regard to our national security."  President Ronald Reagan, Presidential Debates with President Jimmy Carter.

So, what defines a "last resort" as President Reagan stated on October 28, 1980?  One would think that any number of recent events coming out of the Middle East could easily be defined as a threat to our national security.  Al Qaeda hasn't gone away, or been quelled, even though President Obama claims it has in the last debate.  bin Laden may be dead, courtesy of the UNITED STATES NAVY SEALs, but there are more of these crazy terrorists that will rise up and take bin Laden's place.  Are we to sweep Ambassador Christopher Stevens, Glen Doherty, Tyrone Woods and Sean Smith under the rug?  Do we look the other way at 2996 souls who died on 9/11/01 and the four brave men mentioned above who died on 9/11/12?  Do we discount the thousands of men and women who have fought for our freedoms while under President Obama's reign?

Why do we, America, continue to play poker with opponents who cheat, lie, steal, kill and destroy like Al Qaeda, the Taliban, and other factions of terrorists throughout the world?  At what point will Obama decide that a LAST RESORT isn't an Eagles song, or some catch phrase and that this great nation is still in the cross hairs of  evil, and the time for playing cards or golf  is over.  

BIG BIRD vs. LIBYA

Facebook once had a section where one could write "notes", that you could then publish.  It was sort of a cheat sheet so that a "status" would not turn into some sort of manifesto, with no ending in sight.  Apparently, the notes section no longer exists, or I am simply too old to find it.  Thus, I return to my blog site, a week sooner than expected, to blog about BIG BIRD.

When I was younger, my parents banned quite a bit from us when it came to television viewing.  On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd say my folks were a well meaning 50!  Of course, there were only three channels to make a selection from.  CBS, ABC, NBC.  Oh and let's not forget PBS.  As time passed, there were more channels, which my mother was convinced were going to corrupt us; becoming delinquents in society.  If watching "Happy Days" could turn a youngster into a gangster, well that might explain the rise of crime in modern day America.  Go Fonzi!

I'd say the constant viewing of the leftist CBS and Walter Cronkite were some sort of brainwashing experiment my Democratic parents were conducting.  Sadly, God love them, the experiment failed, and out of 4 children, all voting adults now, 3 of us saw beyond the tactics and cast our votes to the right side, while my youngest brother has fallen into a hole of no return.  A giant bunny hole, where Obama and Nancy Pelosi sit at a little table, grinning at each other like Cheshire cats.  They're are both despicable.

A recent stint in our local hospital, after a unexplained syncope episode, gave me the opportunity to watch the Presidential Debates.  Okay, so I was stoned out of my gourd on valium, oxycodone and other treats, but I recognize and appreciate a good ass whooping when I see it.  The first showing was somewhat vague as I had nurses and my doctor coming into the room, taking those pesty vital signs, and making sure my cardiac functions were normal.  However, after all the fuss was over, I sat in a state of glory watching Chris Matthews have a mental, head spinning meltdown, and even more entertaining, hearing Al Gore try to explain that high altitude must have melted Obama's brain.  BIG MYSTERY HERE.  I LIVE AT 6,800 FT, STEAMBOAT, COLORADO, AND AS OF YET, MY BRAIN HAS NOT MELTED DUE TO ALTITUDE.  Thank God, FOX News replayed the entire debate at midnight, thus I was able to view it, without interruption.

So, what's with the Big Bird remark?  I like Big Bird.  He's a funny Muppet, although not quite as entertaining as those two curmudgeons who would sit up in the eaves, giving their own satirical take on the Muppet Show.  Jim Henson was an incredibly gifted man, creative, funny and most likely helped raise quite a large number of latch key kids, who sat at home for hours alone.  I just can't find myself having that much malice to go after a deceased icon such as Jim Henson.  Who doesn't love Kermit?

Recent television commercials put forth out of Camp Obama are now replaying the PBS/Big Bird comment made by Mitt Romney, who by the way, handed the POTUS his ass during the debate.  Has anyone ever noticed that Obama can't give a straight answer?  This country is faced with one of the most important elections of modern times.  Our country sits in an ever ticking $16+ trillion debt, the Muslim Brotherhood hates our guts, Libya and Egypt are countries out of control, Sandra Fluke is some sort of modern day Joan of Arc because she feels WE, AMERICA, should pay for her birth control, and that there is some mysterious war on women.  Hmm, I'm a woman, and do not feel even the slightest breath of war against me coming from the Republican Party.  Unless Obama somehow flips his mind, shows us a Muslim side, which we all really know exists within him, I feel pretty content in holding on to my clitoris, and its safety from being hacked off.  (a delightful practice, still commonplace for thousands of Muslim women...).  Why aren't these gals like Sandra Fluke, Eva Longoria, Roseanne Barr, or Nancy Pelosi getting on their soap boxes and trying to make women worldwide aware of this inhumane Muslim ritual?

Back to the PBS/Sesame Street tragedy.  My kids are grown and gone now, but they did learn their ABCs, in part, from the public station.  Of course, things were much more mundane then.  Now things are more subversive. As a mom, I'd like to offer the more adult version of the ABCs since Obama seems to fixated on Big Bird.

A - Well, that's easy.  A is for Ann
B - Barack, Joy Behar,  Biden, Burt, Big Bird, BENGHAZI
C - corruption Chicago style, Chris Matthews, cookie monster
D - Democrat (I like corruption and Democrat together)
E - Egypt, or excuses Obama uses, Ernie
F - Fatwah
G - GOD is GOOD
H - Haiti (millions of dollars sent, but to whom) HAWAII, are we sure he was born there?
I - Islam, Iran (Bless ISRAEL, DEAR GOD)
J - Jihad or worse Valerie Jarrett
K- Killing of American Soldiers, KENYA, Kermit the Frog
L -Lincoln's Bedroom for Rent, Las Vegas...where Obama goes after Benghazi murders
M-Moochelle, Muslim Brotherhood, MSNBC, Miss Piggy
N- never working, always on the golf course, thus no time for Netanyahu
O - JUST VOTE NO FOR "O", OBAMACARE, Oscar the Grouch
P - Pelosi(she should also have a sub category as the CLOWN from "IT")
Q - Qouran (one of many spellings)
R - Regulations
S - SOCIALISM, AMBASSADOR STEVENS
T- Tehran, Taxes
U - Unemployment in the UNITED STATES
V - VOLT cars, veto, The VIEW
W - world power according to Rev. Wright
X - xanax needed to endure Obama speech
Y - Yemen, another Muslim hot spot
Z - ZERO HOPE & CHANGE SINCE 2008.

There is no need to do the 1-10 numbers lesson as each and every number is contained in the $16+ trillion debt.

What Would Columbus Think Of America Today?

Imagine, if you can, 1492.  Wow, it's not as though it was just the other day, or even a 4 hour cruise with Gilligan.  The Santa Maria,  Nina and Pinta, must have been some cruise liners.  Picture it - No running water, buckets for human waste, rough seas, rats, cholera, disease,  and slabs of salted meat that could give Paul Bunyon high cholesterol.  No where during Columbus' journeys, were there fictional LOVE BOATS, complete with a Captain Stubbing, or a cruise director, friendly steward and over eager bartender going by the name of Issac.  Oh, there may have been booze on the journey but I doubt John Jameson would have any part of this.  Maybe Johnny Depp as the crazy, compass challenged Jack and the Black Pearl just  may have been upon the seven seas.  Alas, no one can say.  Disney Corporation has made the Black Pearl almost real.  MGM made sure that Mutiny on the Bounty had the eye candy of Clark Gable to go up against the staunch, sea crazed Capt Bligh, portrayed so perfectly by Charles Laughton.

Sailing the open Atlantic in 1492, towards the New World was not a 3 day journey, and many before Christopher Columbus tried, meeting their final fate like those on the ill fated, virgin journey of the Titanic in the frigid waters of the North Atlantic in the wee hours of 1912. Big clue here as well, Kate Winslett and Leonardo DiCaprio were not on the only journey of the Titanic. 

Nope, Christopher Columbus was the brave one, not to mention the smart one, making his first port of call in the Bahamas.  Geez, right about now, the Bahamas sounds really good.  But you have to hand it to a man who had ships supplied for his expeditions via a Queen, and then is lucky enough to navigate his ships in to the Bahamas.  Hey, maybe Barack Obama was really born there, instead of Kenya, Hawaii or outer space.

So, looking around this country, what would Columbus think?  Better yet, what would the Pilgrims aboard the Mayflower think about America in 2012.

Native Americans, the true first people on this land, suffer from severe levels of alcoholism, obesity and often times live in true poverty.  During my drives to my beloved Utah, California and Arizona, I am continuously dismayed at the outer limits where reservations are located.  Usually, they can be found in desolate locations where nothing grows but the dust storms, desperation and plans on how to escape the treatment they have received at the hands of the United States government.  Take a drive through Cayenta, Mexican Hat or Tuba City and place yourself in that scenario, if only for a day.  It's not pretty.

These same people greeted the Pilgrims with curiosity, and thus the fairy tale of Thanksgiving began.  What would Columbus think about that?  His vision was for a new world, and to prove the world to be round.  To embark on such a journey must have taken courage and conviction.  Sadly, those qualities seem lacking in today's society, where people believe that the Government OWES them something.

If you watch the news...preferably FOX NEWS, the most accurate, non biased news outlet on television, you will hear the arguments for and against entitlements.  What's this catch phrase, "entitlement"  really all about?  Republicans are against it, Democrats love it.  Lines are drawn in big bold colors of Red and Blue.  You bloody well never step across enemy lines.  It's like a turkey shoot...with innocent little elephants and donkeys just trying to meek out some sort of existence.

So, the question is - What would Columbus think of all of this?  He's got himself a National Holiday.  Banks, schools, the post office all close in his honor.  What would he think of that?  Since history  shows us as somewhat of an adventurous spirit, I get the feeling that a day off might rub him the wrong way.  We have managed to destroy the once pristine America that Columbus came upon or that the Pilgrims later made peace with.

I believe Columbus would be disappointed.  I know I am.