Okay - a little controversy for a Thursday: Being a Democrat (i.e. “progressive”) means living with some major disconnects in thinking.

(Note: These aren’t mine - they were sent to me by a friend)
1. You have to be against capital punishment, but support abortion on demand.

2. You have to believe that businesses create oppression and governments create prosperity.

3. You have to believe that guns in the hands of law-abiding Americans are more of a threat than U.S. nuclear weapons technology in the hands of Chinese and North Korean communists.

4. You have to believe that there was no art before Federal funding.

5. You have to believe that global temperatures are less affected by cyclical documented changes in the earth’s climate and more affected by soccer moms driving SUV’s.

6. You have to believe that gender roles are artificial but being homosexual is natural.

7. You have to believe that the AIDS virus is spread by a lack of federal funding.

8. You have to believe that the same teacher who can’t teach 4th-graders how to read is somehow qualified to teach those same kids about sex.

9. You have to believe that hunters don’t care about nature, but activists who have never been outside of San Francisco do.

10. You have to believe that self-esteem is more important than actually doing something to earn it.

11. You have to believe that Mel Gibson spent $25 million of his own money to make The Passion of the Christ for financial gain only.

12. You have to believe the NRA is bad because it supports certain parts of the Constitution, while the ACLU is good because it supports certain parts of the Constitution.

13. You have to believe that taxes are too low, but ATM fees are too high.

14. You have to believe that Margaret Sanger and Gloria Steinem are more important to American history than Thomas Jefferson, Gen. Robert E. Lee, Thomas Edison & A.G. Bell.

15. You have to believe that standardized tests are racist, but racial quotas and set-asides are not.

16. You have to believe that the only reason socialism hasn’t worked anywhere it’s been tried is because the right people haven’t been in charge.

17. You have to believe conservatives telling the truth belong in jail, but a liar and a sex offender belonged in the White House.

18. You have to believe that homosexual parades displaying drag, transvestites, and bestiality should be constitutionally protected, and manger scenes at Christmas should be illegal.

19. You have to believe that illegal Democratic Party funding by the Chinese Government is somehow in the best interest to the United States.

20. You have to believe that it’s okay to give Federal workers off on Christmas Day but it’s not okay to say “Merry Christmas.”

H/T to B.W.

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This quote from The Anchoress says it all. The only thing I can add is that you should go and read the rest of the post. It is worth your while.

We know there are Muslims in the Middle East who wish to be free of the jackboots of Extremism and Fascism. Our president has been trying to do what no one else in the world is willing to do: break the stranglehold and allow the great majority of Muslims to live in liberty - respected by the rest, free to make their own way in the world, in peace. A year ago, we were making great headway, and so it’s not surprising that the Islamofascists are doing what they can to strike back. What is surprising - what is a damn shame - what may end up being an unforgiveable sin, is that so many people in the press and on the left are so willing to submit to Dhimmitude out of fear and (even worse - morally MUCH worse) out of sheer hatred of George W. Bush, who cannot be permitted to succeed in his visionary and noble endeavor.

PawPaw and I have had an interesting and fun and frustrating past 24 hours.  We’ve been over at the land clearing the area along the road.  Skalawag’s landscaping crew will be there in a few days to make it look pretty.  We’re getting it ready so that they can work with it.  PawPaw has a HUGE bulldozer there, and he pushed several large brush piles together.  My job yesterday was to get the the resulting ENORMOUS brush pile burning and to keep it burning. 

With PawPaw’s help, we had the biggest brush pile fire I’ve ever seen!  There was no danger of the fire spreading since it has rained a lot lately and PawPaw used the dozer to clear out a wide swath all the way around the pile.  We also went the legal route and had a burn permit from the county.  It is amazing how fire will totally eliminate something as large as that brush pile.  Last night for dinner we ate Subway sandwiches in fold-out chairs watching the fire. There was intermittent light sprinkling which was actually very enjoyable.  Not enough to get wet, but enough to keep things interesting.

Thus, our new nicknames for each other.  I’m PyroWoman and he’s DozerMan.  I realized how far into this I am when I ran by the Tractor Supply place this morning and bought two pairs of work gloves.  They’re necessary for the stuff I’m doing.  Must protect my manicure.  PawPaw got another burn permit for today, and there’s more dozer work and burning in our plans.

I am shamelessly stealing an idea from Joan’s blog, Daddy’s Roses, and writing a “Monday Memory.” I really enjoy reading her posts each week, and I believe it’s a good idea to write out one’s memories. It helps to keep things clear (and Lord knows I need help keeping things clear). Plus, it’s just fun to write about one’s memories.

This is the second time I’ve written this particular post. The first time the post was lost through some foul-up with WordPress. I THOUGHT I had lost this one, but found it tucked away under saved but not published posts. I will save it again this time before trying to publish it, and hopefully it won’t be lost again.

My Monday Memory:

When I was five years old my family moved to Griffin, Georgia. My father had just finished college in Kentucky and was registered at Emory University’s Candler School of Theology to work on his Masters of Divinity degree in order to be ordained an elder in the United Methodist Church. While in Griffin he pastored a 3-point circuit of Midway, Sunnyside and Vaughn Methodist churches.

One of my favorite memories of our time in Griffin was going to kindergarten. The kindergarten I attended was held in one of the larger churches in Griffin - not one of my father’s smaller churches. I loved the play kitchen that the kindergarten had. I remember cooking up many a pretend meal there, and then sitting down with my friends for tea parties and dinners. Maybe that was the beginning of my love for cooking. I remember spending hours in that kitchen, though, and being in awe of all the kitchen equipment in there.

The other activity I loved was playing on the playground. They had swings, slides, see-saws and monkey bars. My most memorable event in kindergarten happened one day on the playground when I slid down the slide and then headed toward the church building. Apparently I wasn’t watching where I was going and I walked right in front of a child on a swing. The swing caught me under the chin. I woke up 10-15 minutes later (at least) lying on a sofa or cot in the school office with my mother leaning over me. I was unconscious long enough for them to take me inside, call my mother and for my mother to travel from home to the church. I don’t recall going to the doctor because of the accident. In retrospect and from my own experience as an elementary teacher, I can just imagine the horror the teachers must have felt. At the time, though, I didn’t think it was a big deal.

The other big event in kindergarten was the play we performed of “Goldilocks and the Three Bears.” Did I play Goldilocks? No. Was I one of the three bears? No. My starring role was one of the flowers along the path that Goldilocks wandered on her way to the three bears’ cottage. I don’t recall if I had a speaking part or not - “Please pick me, Goldilocks!” or “Don’t go into the bears’ house!”, perhaps? I remember that my flower costume was made out of crepe paper, and there were lots of “flower children” in the play! That was the role given to all the “extra” children - since the story only had room for four main characters.

I attended Kindergarten through third grade while we lived in Griffin. My father finished seminary, my last two siblings (Beth and David) were born, and my two older sisters (Janice and Joan) went off to college. There are other great and not-so-great memories of Griffin, and I’ll save them for future Monday Memories.

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I was at PawPaw’s this morning, and he called for me to look out the dining room window.  In the field behind his house there were NINE deer.  When PawPaw called for me they stopped and looked at the house.  Apparently they could hear and see us through the glass.  However, after a few minutes they decided we were safe, and they went back to playing.  They’d run around and chase each other - jumping and nudging each other.  Then they’d stop and nibble at the grass for a moment or two.  Then they’d start frolicking again.  It was so much fun to watch.

I just spent about an hour writing a “Monday Memory” and when I clicked “publish” - it was lost.  How did that happen?  Is that something that happens very often with Wordpress?????? I didn’t click any wrong buttons or anything.  It will be interesting to see if this message actually publishes.  Crazy!

I am just thoroughly and wholeheartedly and furiously pissed about it!

Note:  See!  I spent about 30 second writing THIS post, and it worked perfectly.  I did nothing different than what I did for the other one…and yet the other one is gone.  Sigh! And it was such a GOOD Monday memory….  I don’t have the heart or time to write it again.  Not now anyway