I’m just going to link to Laura W; you decide.
The Washington Redskins did what they had to do tonight, creaming the Dallas Cowboys 27-6.
It was a “meaningless” game for Dallas, insomuch as they had already clinched the number one seed throughout the NFC playoffs. But the Redskins did more than beat an uncommitted team: They showed they can hang with the best Dallas can offer. The Cowboys played their first string into the second half, and they did not even put up a fight.
The Redskins won, fair and square. Washington will be a force to be reckoned with in the playoffs.
My take: The Cowboys have been terrible the past four weeks and the Redskins demonstrated they can beat them anytime, anywhere. It seems extremely likely the ‘Skins will beat the Seahawks next weekend, and will be the Cowboys’ opponent in two weeks. Dallas will have the fight of their lives in two weeks.
UPDATE: I did not catch most of the game on TV but apparently there was a questionable hit on Terry Glenn? Drama is a good thing.
Ron Paul has more volunteers than one can count. His supporters have been beating the grass at every major conservative blog, annoying the bajeepers out of me on many an occasion. They also swarm all over the MSM sights like locusts. I drive down small country roads in PA, WV, MD, NY and VA and see signs on front lawns extolling Ron Paul. Not home made signs, but your standard campaign fare, this implies that there is some organization. Paul is ignored by the media, but not by the conservative base of the Republican Party. How much is going on under the radar screen?
Try as I might, I still can’t get enthused to any great degree to weigh in on the news of the day. In recompense, I know our esteemed family of readers will appreciate the news feed from World Net Daily which now appears in the right sidebar.
What I can do, in the spirit of the holiday season, is offer some memorabilia of personal history, which in contradistinction to the ubiquitous news environment should help bring the blogosphere a little closer to what most of us believe it is really about in the first place; namely, endless prattling on about one’s own life. When I first started blogging many years ago, a wise mentor told me I’d do best to write about things on which I had a uniquely informed perspective. My life, it turns out, is aces in that category. I recently needed to do some organizing of mountains of family photos, so the time seems ideal to branch out in that direction.
Here is me with my late dad and late grandfather, Christmas 1967. I still own that hat.
This is me sitting in a sprint car at A.J. Foyt’s “Coyote Enterprises” headquarters in the early 1970s. My dad was a PR executive with Purolator – which was a major sponsor of Foyt’s racing team – and I spent several summers at the Coyote shop in Houston.
Fast forward about 18 years to my best friend’s wedding south of Rome, held at an amazing venue – an ancient Christian church built onto a pre-Christian Roman temple. It was a pretty spectacular experience which all who attended will no doubt remember forever. A fantastic family and friends get-together.
More of this incredible history below the fold.
As we draw closer to the Iowa caucuses, the Golden Globes of modern political polling, here’s what we have on the Huckster:
Mike Huckabee is overselling his record of cracking down on illegal aliens as governor, claiming he ordered his state police to arrest illegal aliens when in fact he never signed the agreement with federal authorities that would have allowed it.
Mr. Huckabee signed a bill that began the process, but he never followed through with signing an agreement with the Department of Homeland Security to secure training for state police officers. Without it, they cannot enforce federal immigration law.
We do not need the quisling holding elected office.
A little over 2000 years ago, an amazing thing happened. Most likely it occurred sometime around spring — late spring. It was the most amazing thing that ever occurred. The word that spoke “let there be light” (okay, he may have stated Maxwell’s equations specifically long before Maxwell “discovered” them, but the general gist of it was let there be light) took upon himself flesh and blood. The one who set the worlds in motion became a human on a small one of those worlds. There are those that deny it would even be possible. How could a creator take on the “stuff” of what was created? It didn’t fit any of the mathematical models.
Born of a woman? So poor a woman that his first bed was a limestone feed trough? Come on now, that just doesn’t make sense. Even if this creator did want to contact the human race (why would he want to do that in the first place … a jumble of immoral, violent, ingrates that would love nothing more than to be rid of him).
Born under the law? He was the author of all just law. The righteous law is a reflection of his character. There was absolutely no need for him to have the law, for his very nature would do what was required by the law. He would no more do wrong than a cat would fly.
Why? That is the most amazing thing of all. The king had a people who rebelled against him. They wanted to throw off his rule — even though that rule was good, honorable, incorruptible, and perfect. The just penalty for this treason was death. The problem is that the creator was both just (he could not ignore the traitors’ treason) and merciful. Justice requires that all debts are paid. Mercy seeks to forgive those who have done what is wrong. A just and merciful creator pronounced the death sentence, then took the form of the traitor so he could take the place of the traitor. And that is why. The creator/word took on flesh and we celebrate that this season. We are not commanded to do so, but we choose to do so. It is not particularly the time, but it is worthwhile to set a time — and what better time than that which the people who had been traitors used to celebrate, but now with a different meaning.
Maxwell’s equations were spoken into the void and light could not help but come forth. Mercy was spoken by the father and the son became flesh and dwelt among us.
Remember the gift that this season is about. I would wish wars to cease, famine to stop, disease to be conquered; that will not happen in this age.
Remember the gift. It was for us that he came. I would wish everyone would love each other with sincere hearts, treat one another with kindness, theft and violence to be replaced with charity and compassion; that will not happen in this age.
Remember the gift. Now we are the children of God … it is not yet revealed what we shall become.
The 2008 presidential campaign is shaping up to be a bipartisan letdown of monumental proportions. Can there possibly be a die hard fan base for any of the “front runners” larger than the number of people who can crowd around the back of a pickup truck to share a 12-pack?
No, there can not.
The nominating “system,” such as it is, is poised to deliver a bite in the butt to everyone who honestly gives a damn about the future of our nation. Therefore, I say, our best hope as Americans is that the system gets played, tested, teased to the breaking point by circumstances it was not meant to encompass, much like what happened to the BCS this year when everybody started losing games at the tail end of the season.
The integrity of the existing process depends on the primaries boiling down to a single candidate from each party, each with a substantially larger base of support than any third-party challenger can muster. Then, everything can run its supposedly proper course to deliver us two viable candidates – one Democrat, one Republican – by November.
To completely hose this process, we need spoilers, plural: people who can attract enough public support and shave off enough votes in the general election to whittle support for the Two down to surmountable levels.
We know who one of these ought to be: Lou Dobbs. If the Republicans nominate an open borders guy, Lou will have a huge opening.
Who else might jump in as an independent? I don’t know, but chances are better than 50-50 it would be a fortuitous development.
To shave the Democratic side, we need … anyone. Anyone will do. I don’t immerse myself in the strange world of the Democratic electorate enough to pretend to offer an analysis of the most salient issues by which a front runner is likely to piss off a sufficient number of voters to make a third party candidate viable.
But I do know one thing: A ham sandwich with a billion dollars can give anyone a run for their money.
On that note, I hereby heartily endorse New York Mayor Mike Bloomberg’s nascent candidacy.
Bloomberg aides reached out to people involved in ad-making – including one who had been involved in creating the mayor’s vaunted TV spots – asking about their availability in the coming months, the sources said.
That Bloomberg aides would look to lock up an ad team dovetails with what the mayor has privately told people about how he would spend up to $1 billion of his own fortune on an independent run, which would be played out mostly on the TV airwaves and through direct mail.
Do it, Mr. Bloomberg. The system is broken. Your country needs you to help break it completely.