One by one the progressive mayors and college presidents across the south have been chipping away at not only our heritage, but the honor of fallen heroes, many of who died in the great 'War for Southern Independence'. Actually those who would tear down these Confederate Monuments could care less about the statues themselves. It's not about these pieces of stone and bronze stained by the years. It's a power struggle between progressives and conservatives. I thought this was settled, a least for a short while with the election of Donald Trump. I was wrong, and now I fear we are on the losing side once again. Some of us are fighting back. The purpose of this blog is to inform you there is hope. We are attempting to raise funds to erect plaques honoring our fallen Confederate boys in gray. Plaques that will grace the town squares of small towns in the South where they will be welcome. Towns where the voters still have some common sense, unlike those idiots in the large cities and those poor lost young people in our universities. All denotations will be appreciated with the lion's share going to preserve the memory of those who fought and died in that great conflict.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Scent of Power

Pressed for time today so re-posting a golden oldie.
Often we take our small dog with us on trips in the car and like almost all dogs he loves to put his head out the window. Until the other day I had never really thought about why. Why do all dogs like to put their head out nose into the wind. Sometimes at home he will lay in front of the fan, but it seems no big deal to him. Yesterday, I had one of those "light bulb" moments. Its the scents--he's simply flooded with them as the car moves swiftly down the road. Dozens of new smells each and every second as the car speeds along. It must be a super high for an animal with such a sensitive nose. It's probably too much for his little mind to understand--the thousands and thousands of changing scents. Strangely, this got me to thinking about our new president.

The high Obama must be feeling sensing all the reigns of power he now holds. The tens of thousands of people who rely on him directly for their employment, the hundreds of reporters who eagerly await to be called on by this "great" leader, the dozens of CEO's who tremble when their phone rings fearing it could be the White House issuing them a pink slip, the thousands who are eagerly awaiting an audience with "the one", the millions who await his next words coming from their "magic box", and yes even Chris Matthews awaiting that next wonderful tingle. Yes, Obama has his nose out the window and is getting high on the "Scent of Power", and like my little dog he will not tire of it. Someone will have to pull him away because the intoxication is irresistible, and like the dope addict, the fixes will have to get larger and larger to maintain this ecstasy the man is obviously feeling. So Americans get ready to write Obama bigger checks and get ready to give up more personal liberties. This addict needs it, because he has the "Scent of Power".
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