Saturday, December 23, 2006

It's beginning to sound a lot like Christmas

Note: This post is dedicated to my father and mother. They are with the One whose birthday we celebrate on Monday. My parents both loved this time of year, my dad especially. My parents loved the music of Christmas, as well.

Recently, I was struck by the richness of a certain Christmas carol that we were singing in church. I paused to reflect on the words and let them soak in as the sounds rolled past.

I stand amazed at how great Christmas music stands the test of time. Much of it is in stark contrast to more modern music, both for its outstanding sound, and also for its skillful utilization of the English language -- which I think is the most beautiful instrument in the world -- as a key piece of the holiday orchestra.

So, I thought I'd highlight some great Christmas music this year, with a look at the lyrics of some of my parents' favorites, and mine, as well.

One of my all-time favorites is "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen". This carol is as English as English gets. Only the Brits could implore us to "Let nothing you dismay." I mean, they did invent the language. And the carol brings us tidings ... yes, tidings ... even waves of "comfort and joy":
God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen
God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay;
Remember Christ, our Saviour,
Was born on Christmas day,
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy ...
I think my favorite carol is The Ukranian Bell Carol. The song goes by "Carol of the Bells" these days, but when we played it in school, it was "The Ukranian Bell Carol". Indeed, the song is an adaptation of a Ukranian folk song and was apparently popularized in the U.S. by a Ukranian choir director named Oleksander Koshyts.

The Eastern European sound of this carol is unmistakable. There have been many beautiful instrumental versions through the years. But my favorite versions are those that perfectly mix the Ukranian music with the English lyrics to form this American classic:
Hark how the bells,
sweet silver bells,
all seem to say,
throw cares away

Christmas is here,
bringing good cheer,
to young and old,
meek and the bold,
ding dong ding
that is their song
with joyful ring
all caroling

one seems to hear
words of good cheer
from everywhere
filling the air

Oh how they pound,
raising the sound,
o'er hill and dale,
telling their tale,

Gaily they ring
while people sing
songs of good cheer,
Christmas is here,

Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,
On on they send,
on without end,
their joyful tone to every home
Dong Ding dong ding, dong Bong
This next carol was one of my dad's favorites. The part that really got him, and gets me, is the command to "fall on your knees". Here is "O Holy Night", by J.S. Dwight and A.C. Adam:

O holy night,
the stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of
our dear Savior's birth!
Long lay the world
in sin and error pining,
Till He appeared
and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope,
the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks
a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees,
O hear the angel voices!
O night divine,
O night when Christ was born!
O night divine, O night,
O night divine!
On virtually every one's short list of great Christmas songs is "The Christmas Song" (it was destined for greatness with a title like that), with lyrics by Mel Torme. The best version is, of course, the one that my dad made me love, as did the rest of his generation, the version sung by the incomparable Nat King Cole-- arguably the greatest American singer ever. This song captures the magic of Christmas, reminding all of us kids that we used to believe that reindeer really knew how to fly:
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody knows a turkey and some
Mistletoe help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies
On his sleigh
And ev'ry mother's
Child is gonna spy to see if
Reindeer really know how to fly

And so, I'm offering this
Simple phrase to kids from
One to ninety-two
Altho' it's been said many times
Many ways; "Merry Christmas to you"
This next song reminds us that Christmas, like Christ's life, began like with a whisper of the night wind. Although quietly delivered in the most understated fashion possible, the message of Christmas would ultimately trumpet thoughout the earth. One of my favorite versions is the one by Mannheim Steamroller, even though as an instrumental it omits the following stirring lyrics:

Said the night wind to the little lamb,
do you see what I see
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,
do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
do you hear what I hear
A song, a song, high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,
do you know what I know
In your palace warm, mighty king,
do you know what I know
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Let us bring Him silver and gold

Said the king to the people everywhere,
listen to what I say
Pray for peace, people everywhere!
listen to what I say
The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light
To me, the deep, smooth bass voice of Bing Crosby almost represents the very heart of America. And Irving Berlin's "White Christmas" represents the heart of an American Christmas. I love this song for those reasons, and also because I've never seen a White Christmas. Ah, but hope springs eternal at Christmastime. And I also love the movie, too. Yes, it's corny, but there's some good old-fashioned American truth in there, like men don't forget their comrades. Here is "White Christmas":

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
The following song isn't really a Christmas song, but it became one in some quarters. In any event, I never particularly cared for it; however, it was one of my mother's favorites. I've come to appreciate it because it reminds me of her and the reason she liked the song. Here is "My Favorite Things" by Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers:

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens;
Brown paper packages tied up with strings;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels;
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles;
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes;
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes;
Silver-white winters that melt into springs;
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.
The next song has become a favorite of mine, even though you may not have heard of it. It's part of virtually every Christmas Eve service at our church. It's beautiful music by Michael W. Smith blends with lyrics by Wayne Kirkpatrick to tell the powerful story of Christmas -- that Emmanuel ("God With Us") in the manger grew up to save the world. Here is "All is Well":

All is well all is well
Angels and men rejoice
For tonight darkness fell
Into the dawn of love's light
Sing A-le
Sing Alleluia
All is well all is well
Let there be peace on earth
Christ is come go and tell
That He is in the manger
Sing A-le
Sing Alleluia

All is well all is well
Lift up your voice and sing
Born is now Emmanuel
Born is our Lord and Savior
Sing Alleluia
Sing Alleluia
All is well

All is now Emmanuel
Born is our Lord and Savior
Sing Alleluia
Sing Alleluia
All is well
Alleluia or Hallelujah means "Praise the Lord!". In the classic "Hallelujah Chorus" from Handel's Messiah, we see the power of repetition working in concert with truth. This musical piece, based upon the Book of Revelation, was my mother's favorite:

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

The kingdom of this world is become
the Kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ, and of His Christ;
and He shall reign for ever and ever
and He shall reign for ever and ever
and He shall reign for ever and ever
and He shall reign for ever and ever

King of Kings,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
and Lord of Lords,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

King of Kings,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
and Lord of Lords,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

King of Kings,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
and Lord of Lords,
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

King of Kings, and Lord of Lords,
and He shall reign for ever and ever
and He shall reign for ever and ever

King of Kings
for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

and He shall reign for ever and ever,
for ever and ever,
King of Kings,
and Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
and Lord of Lords,
and He shall reign for ever and ever,

King of Kings,
and Lord of Lords.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Handel's great work reminds us that some day the Babe of Bethlehem will be revealed as the Lion of Judah. With all the undeniable magic and wonder of the season, for Christians, Christmas is only the beginning.

I want to take this opportunity to thank those of you who lend me your time and comments. Your contributions make this space what it is, and I deeply appreciate your thoughts, ideas, and love for this nation and our way of life.

God bless you all, and Merry Christmas.

See you on the other side ... on Jan. 3. We'll have a little presser preview/tease on Jan. 2, so check in then for an update.

Friday, December 22, 2006

In the holiday spirit, so here's a gift especially for our Ohio St. fans/readers

That would be you, Mark.

Man, this thing makes me giggle uncontrollably. Gotta love Woody Hayes. I know people are all upset about the Miami-Fla. International melee, as they should be.

But Woody reminds us of the good ol' days when the coaches started the fights and landed the best blows. Classic.

The only thing better was watching it live, which I did, and then hearing the announcers replay it and say, "Can't tell anything from that angle" and then stare blankly into space.

By the way, this video was posted on a Michigan fan web site, and plays on with the Ohio State fight song as the only background sound. That kind of goose is almost enough to make me a Wolverine fan. Great stuff.

Hey, I will get this out of the way now, so I can be first: Florida is going to beat Ohio State.

Unless the ghost of Woody suits up, that is.

Okay ... Christmas post up by morning.

Look, if you're ever down on your luck and can't do anything else ...

There's always TV. Check out this gem by Desmond Howard, the former Michigan Heisman Trophy winner. Dez is apparently not aware that the maroon and white team from Texas, you know, the Aggies are different from say, the burnt orage team (the good guys), my alma mater. Nor does Desmond have any idea who is playing Cal in the Holiday Bowl.

But at least he had the good sense to let us all know that. I mean, it's only a college football show.



I include this this link for those who see blank, white walls when clicking the arrow.

The day after his demonstration of the perils of live TV, Desmond did a mea sorta on ESPN by saying he "misspoke" when referring to Texas, instead of A&M. Problem is, Desmond completely broke down the Texas-Cal matchup. He was way off in those weeds. Yeah, he misspoke like Clinton "never, not one time" did anything wrong with Monica.

I love the guys on the set just silently and dumbfoundingly pressing on, too. To defend them somewhat, I mean, sometimes you see such inexplicable incompetence that it does leave you speechless. Plus, what were they supposed to do? Out Desmond and reveal that he is unaware that there is more than one university in Texas? I wonder if Desmond has ever watched football on Thankgiving Weekend.

To provide some Texas insight here, too, you have to know that there is really nothing worse for an Aggie to be called than a Longhorn. The Longhorns are more than an arch-rival to the Aggies; the Aggies hate the Horns. In fact, they would be less upset if Dez had said that OBL had a football team that was playing Cal. But's even worse than that, Ags. Desmond doesn't even know you exist. He wiped you off the map.

In any event, I emailed ESPN and told them to send my best wishes to Dez's Wolverines as they prepare to play Florida for the National Championship. It's too bad that Desmond's Buckeyes got jobbed by the BCS.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Blogs for McCain?

If you search "Blogs for McCain", this very site comes up #1. Priceless. Did you hear that, Phantom?

It's even ranked ahead of "Blogs for McCain". Oh, but it even gets better. If you take even a quick look there, you'll find that Blogs for McCain is not a pro-McCain site, either. I was tipped off by a subtle post entitled "John McCain is Evil". Maybe they meant blogs "for" McCain as in "after" him. Who knows.

And by the way, check out this: A War on Blogs? And lauched by McCain? This will be funny, because McCain is now trying to make a hard turn to the right as the presidential campaign begins next year. But those pesky bloggers will be firing from the right ... b/c he is shootin' at us from the left (thank God he was only in the Navy, though. And by the way, did you know he served in Vie ... never mind) and then we'll just have to see how it all shakes out. He's got a Demo congress now, so he can probably ram-rod even more egregious speech limitations through than before.

But will Pres. Bush and Mitch McConnell stop him? Or will we have to do it alone?

If McCain doesn't outlaw our sites by '08, maybe we and "Blogs for McCain" can merge. Alls I bring to the table is access and links to 50 or so firebreathing conservative bloggers who wake up in the middle of the night and pound out passionate posts. And we haven't even started working yet.

With Goomba News back in business (at least for the next week or so), we might even have our own media network. Heck, we are pretty well on our way to being a nation-state. I'll check with John Bolton to see if he can be our Ambassador to the UN. We demand bilateral talks with McCain.

Fun with Search Engines and Other Merry Topics as Christmas Nears

As we head down the home stretch to the Christmas post, my final one of the year, I thought I might share a little search engine levity.

Here is the bad news for lefties. This little microblog is everywhere on the search engines. Many of my visitors come via the search engine route. Don't know how this works, but the 'lectrical box economy of the world has spoken and we must obey.

Now, some specifics ...

First, imagine the horror of some poor culinary-minded soul out there who was simply looking for French Fry Cutter Web Sites and found this blog ... at #7 on their list of sites. Yikes. I mean, there's a connection there somewhere. We're both hot and cutting, I guess.

And, of course, all those hard-core Houston baseball fans who look for Mark Lemongello, the greatest pitcher's name ever, will, of course, find this blog ranked at #6. Makes sense. This is the site for conservative Astros fans.

Those who take the direct route, with a Google search of "daisy cutter" with find about 854,000 sites, with this site listed #3. Imagine some poor, liberal college student wanting to do a peaceful presentation on the BLU-82 bomb and finding instead, well, me. It's a violent thought, for sure.

So what does all of this mean? It means: 1) Keep your kids off the internet; and 2) We are well on our way to conquering the world.

For a little more meat, substance, and good old-fashioned DC suspicion, see the post on the Litvinenko episode below.

More search engine fun later ...

P.S. Hey, it looks like the Goomba News Network is back, giving us all an early Christmas present. Go by and say hello to the talented Goomba mob. I will get the links fixed/cleaned up over the holidays to get GNN up on the Daily Briefing, so fret not.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Litvinenko and the Too-Perfect Story

A quick word on the apparently fading furor regarding the poisoned former-KGB spy Litvinenko. I haven't researched it enough to possess any superior knowledge on the episode, for sure. But if you are interested, search Google News or even do a blog search on the topic. The discussion out there is pretty interesting, and the Russians seemed to have taken the lead in framing the debate.

My slightly-educated opinion (based upon how events unfolded) and what we have learned since, is that Litvinenko was poisoned by the Russian government or agents working for it. This was the first-blush viewpoint that the MSM seemed to be coalescing around, and then something happened. All the press coverage stopped and/or started to go in other directions.

But my view remains that Putin and Co. wanted to take out a jihadi sympathizer and do it in a way that sent a message to the jihadis' allies and Russia's.

Recall that we learned that Litvinenko converted to Islam on his deathbed, and then things started to take a different turn in the investigation. Russian media outlets began circulating the theory that Litvinenko was accidentally poisoned by the very polonium he was smuggling. Some postulated that the incident was a terrorist hit on an ally gone bad (Litvinenko is regarded as a hero in Chechnya). Others said that terrorists were doing a "dirty bomb" dry run.

But none of the new theories make sense to me. Why? Well, some things are obvious. It is extremely difficult, nearly impossible, to "accidentally" ingest polonium. Second, no one else close to Litvinenko was harmed by the supposed accident. True, we have evidence of low-level contamination, but only one man has died.

We know that the polonium came from Russia. And to be able to smuggle polonium from Russia to London would require incredible manpower/resources. It would take a government, or people acting with the sanction of a government.

I ran across this interesting story by the Russian News and Information Agency today. This is officially-sanctioned stuff, the Russian party line, if you will. Take a look, and you'll note that the Russian media put forth four theories for how Litvinenko was killed. Notably, the 400-lb. gorilla in the room theory (the Russian government did it) is omitted. I'm shocked, I tell you. Shocked.

So, I naturally suspect that I was right even more.

Note, too, that the Russian News Agency discusses Litvinenko's interaction with the Italian "security consultant" Scaramella, who was apparently with Litvinenko at the restaurant where he was poisoned. Look at this paragraph by RNA:

Scaramella said his friend Litvinenko made a bit on the side by smuggling toxic isotopes. The future victim of polonium poisoning lived on Berezovsky's hand-me-downs and badly needed more money.
This statement, standing alone, convinces me that Litvinenko was deliberately killed. Why? What are the odds that a mysterious Italian would tell Russian media that Litvinenko admitted just prior to his death that he was smuggling polonium and in need of money? It's possible, but that's not the way that stories, or true ones, typically unfold. True stories are told by imperfect people, and thus the story too good to be true usually is.

Scaramella was contaminated, but apparently will live. And there are/were traces of the polonium at places in and around London where Litvinenko travelled shortly before his death. So, based on these facts, some have argued that Litvinenko couldn't have been poisoned at the restaurant deliberately.

But clearly people who could get polonium into a London restaurant and then get Litvinenko to ingest it are also up to the task of dusting other dummy locations with the isotope. And they are also quite competent enough to slightly contaminate other "victims", so as to disguise their laser-beam focus on the real target. Again, no one but Litvinenko has died.

So what do we have, a laser-guided nuclear accident? I guess it's possible, but it's not likely the case.

The best scenario for American security is that I am right. That is, we had better hope that the Russians took out Litvinenko for his ties to jihadis. For all their faults, we know that the Russians face the threat from Militant Islam, as we do.

If the Russian government did not kill Litvinenko, we are left to ask: Are the super-competent Litivenko killers, who possess the components of a nuclear weapon, on America's side in any respect? This should cause us great concern.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Zucker for President

I do hope you enjoy this marvelous film (via Drudge) by David Zucker, who has paddled the Iraq Study Group and James Baker so hard that it will take some time for the mark to wear off. Hey, you old timers, just click on the arrow below (and I wouldn't advise drinking coffee whilst you watch):



Wow, that Baker drives a hard bargain, doesn't he?

Thursday, December 14, 2006

You know we have no press, don't you?

I mean, we don't. The conformist pack that travels around masquerading as "the press", the "defenders of the public good" and all that jazz, well, we know they are jokes. They clearly are. Really, they are bad jokes. Not funny at all.

Yes, our "protectors of the public interest" routinely fail to ask the key questions necessary to fulfill their self-stated mission. Why? Well, they often are rooting for one side (like the MSM who failed to uncover until after the election that Demos were holding and then shopping the Foley story), or just ignorant (say, don't know Shiite from Shinola ... full disclosure: Line stolen from Sweetness & Light), or just maybe lazy (no press conference scheduled today) ... or perhaps they are afraid of what they may find (their real world experiences collide with the leftist indoctrination received at their so-called journalism schools like the one I attended).

Like most members of large, bumbling bureaucratic organizations, the bulk of traditional media outlets are at the tail of every big movement. Realizing that an abundance of creativity and original thought will result in their unemployment, they instead opt for the tried and true, that familiar old cobblestone road: "Hey, I see a press conference going on. Let's check it out and see what the other reporters are asking and writing about."

How do I know? I used to be one of them.

Today, the real media are the New Media. I wish I had more time to devote to this endeavor. I am but a small voice in the wilderness. But the collective thoughts, ideas, and actions of the millions who do pay attention and care about the survival of America and the West, these make it happen.

And speaking of all of the foregoing, whatever happened to the breathless coverage of the mysterious death of Alexander Litvinenko? You recall that he was the former KGB spy who was apparently served a polonium sandwich by some one in a London restaurant. Last week, the MSM was heating up ... press conferences were even called. We had a big story, and the MSM knew it was big because they were all showing up at the same places.

But then something happened.

The coverage seems to have waned after we learned that Litvinenko converted to Islam on his deathbed. Hmmm. Other reports indicate that he wanted to show solidarity with the Chechnyan rebels, many of whom are Islamic extremists.

Do you recall those "rebels" who murdered the Russian school children? These may have been the friends of the departed Litvinenko. He was clearly no saint. But where is the press? Extra, extra ... read all about nothing.

So, what happened? Did Putin gather world leaders around who explained some things "off the record" to the Defenders of the Public Interest? But I mean ... these are/were the the same MSM who were crying murder a week ago.

But query: Would it be murder if the CIA killed an Al Qaeda-linked jihadi in a restaurant in Paris? What if that jihadi was getting ready to blackmail the U.S. government and bring it to its knees? What if he was getting ready to explode a suitcase nuke in Manhattan? Would it have been murder to serve a polonium sandwich to Mohammed Atta and Co. on 9/10/01?

Would it have been murder for the U.S. Navy to sail out into the Pacific on Dec. 6, 1941 and sink as many Japanese carriers as it could?

Don't get me wrong. I think we have plenty of reasons to keep a very sharp eye out for the workings of Putin, not the least of which is Russia's relationship to Iran. I am not saying that we trust him implicitly, or even at all. First and foremost, he is about preserving his power. But he does face the same Radical Islamic threat that we do. The world is a complicated and rapidly-changing place.

So where is the MSM and the analysis on all the foregoing? Are they only lathered up because some one wanted to show the world that they were capable of making their enemies radioactive?

Here's my take: I have no problem with the CIA taking out a jihadi who is trying to kill Americans and/or cripple our government, and frankly, if Litvinenko was trying to aid Radical Muslims, bon appetit.

But unfortunately, I have a feeling the "press" won't get the word out on what Litvinenko was really doing, or why he was killed. We know the Russians won't tell the story, but what about our own fearless defenders of the First Amendment?

Yes, that was a rhetorical question.

The "press" is gone, but the media are here.

P.S. Incidentally, I give my absolute highest endorsement to the talented soul(s) who run Sweetness & Light. This is a must read, and I would encourage you to keep tabs on a regular, if not daily basis. I do.

Programming Note: After the New Year, I will resume my regular posting schedule. In the meantime, we press on. The Christmas post will be up on December 22, and then I'll be off until January 3, when I return with a vengeance with a presser from the pick-up. But where will the pick-up be? We'll see.

Special Thanks: I appreciate the link and the readers coming over from The Anchoress. Wow, I knew something was up, because I didn't think some Aussie right-wing hard rocker could have stirred the pot that much. But seriously, I appreciate your dropping by. Also, thanks to my old chums at Hang Right Politics. Go take a look at these great blogs, and if you're a regular reader here (yes, all four of you) behave yourselves.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Quick Hitter

Yes, I am still alive. The same maladies keep my posts to a minimum these days: real life and the lack of a laptop. But hey ...

I note that the world continues to turn, though. And we see age-old trends continuing in these times of tumult. Thus, we take comfort in knowing that the world is still in good hands. On this note, my spirits are buoyed by the re-election of Mr. Freeze.

I always thought Mr. Freeze was one of the toughest villians on Batman.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

7 December: Remember how it started ... and ultimately ended

Days like these remind me of my old man. He never bought a Japanese car, and he chided me relentlessly when I bought even a used Toyota van years ago.

It's hard for many my age and younger to understand the shock and rage that was December 7, 1941.

But I was taught to remember. And so I always will.

Today is the 65th anniversary of the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor. Survivors, who have gotten together every five years since the attack, are dwindling. In fact, this year may be their final reunion.

Time and history march on. Indeed, the survivors of the "day that will live in infamy" are leaving us.

But we must not leave them.

The attack came on a Sunday morning, when the Japanese correctly assumed that our navy would be unprepared. But Japan could never have gotten a large enough head start on America to prevail in WWII. It still makes me shake my head, for totalitarians always mistake the outward manifestations of America's might for its soul.

Today, Japan is an ally and friend of the United States. That is a wonderful thing, and it is, in my view, a testimony both to the existence of God and to the greatness of the United States.

Anti-war protesters mark the anniversaries of the the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but December 7 gets less press every year, it seems.

But I will always remember.

Indeed, we Americans need to remember how the nation got plunged into World War II. The nation was plunged into the war by a knife driven into its back.

And America's enemies would do well to remember how the war ended. I know some doubt that America can and will find the resolve to finish what tyrants have started. I think they are wrong.
America's totalitarian enemies continue to bet against history.

So, without criticizing those who like my dad who could not or cannot forgive, let me say that I have.

I still won't buy a Japanese car, though.

Monday, December 04, 2006

You know, I am a team player ...

Still, there's a time to huddle up and address what ails one's team. I have often spoken out against the "perfect church" crowd for trying to solve intra-party and intra-movement squabbles in general elections. Such tactics never fail to benefit the opposition.

So, how did you conservatives like 8 years of Clinton?

The time and place to get things right is among friends (or at least not while mutual enemies are encouraging the scrape). This is what off-years and primaries are for.

Now, you all know that when '08 rolls around that I won't be supporting any Democrats. I didn't fall off a turnip truck. The odds are that I will be there hanging on that G.O.P. lever like I always do. Now, if John McCain manages to bamboozle enough primary voters to get the Republican nod, we'll just have to see, won't we?

But now's the time to get back on track and back to basics, or we could say it's time to get back to the conservative base that made the Republican Party a majority. I am hopeful that we will see such a movement as we go forward. I will remain cautiously optimistic.

In the foregoing spirit, I share with you a phone conversation I had today with a pleasant young man who called me from D.C. on behalf of the G.O.P.. He encountered me in somewhat of a bad state of mind, for sitting in a federal courtroom for most of a morning will do that to you. But still, I wouldn't take any of it back.

So, here's a summary of how it went:
G.O.P.-Man: Good morning, may I speak to Mr. Daisy Cutter?

DC: Yes, this is he.

G.O.P. Mr. Daisy Cutter, I am calling on behalf of Chairman Ken Mehlman to thank you for your generous support of Pres. Bush and the Republican Party. Also, I wanted to find out if you would be so kind to renew your membership for 2007.

DC: Well, I'm kinda tapped out. Plus, I just gave you guys a bunch of money and renewed in the late part of last year.

G.O.P.: Yes, sir, but that went for our election efforts. Also, your RNC membership runs from December to December.

DC: I see.

G.O.P.: So, can we count on you, as one of Pres. Bush's strongest supporters, to renew your membership at this time?

DC: Well, honestly, I'd rather wait for a bit. Frankly, we just got our heads handed to us because Republicans are afraid to act like Republicans. I want to see how they are going to stand up to the Demos, take for instance on immigration. Also, we need to have the courage to call our enemy by name. I want to see how things go, and then I will decide on what I will do next.

G.O.P.: Sir, I thank you for your candor.

DC: You're welcome.