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55 percent of Democrats DON’T want to impeach Bush!

Whipped into a frenzy of wanting to do it just because they might be able to pull it off, congressional Democrats have nearly 45 percent of America at least tentatively agreeing to support impeachment proceedings against President George W. Bush, according to poll results reported on Breitbart.com.

The poll was conducted by the New Hampshire-based ARG, and canvassed only 1,100 carefully-selected Americans. So the upshot is really that as much as they hate him, 55 percent of Democrats DON’T support impeachment of the Bush-meister! Because you know that’s all they polled in order to reach such a ridiculous result.

This is all, of course, payback hopes for the impeachment (but not removal) of Bill Clinton for perjury and obstructing justice (which is what his impeachment was about… not sex in and of itself.) Good ol’ Bubba Bill never had the hair transplant Florida concerns of Al Gore, John Kerry or Sen. Rodham, his wife. But there are still plenty of Dems just foaming at the mouth to impeach a Republican – any Republican would do – as payback for an embarrassment Clinton would never have suffered if he’d just told the truth.

Oops. Too much to ask.

But at least there were legal reasons to impeach President Bubba. Bush, on the other hand, is guilty of nothing in particular except being hated by liberals. Hardly an impeachable offense … unless you are a liberal feel-tank propagandist. (Since it’s fairly clear that no liberal since John F. Kennedy has actually engaged in THINKING.)

A quick note about comments

I receive, believe it or not, a fairly steady stream of comments on Wonderful Pessimist and my other blogs. I enjoy the give and take most of the time, but there’s a reason I don’t publish many of them.

I’m not afraid to publish comments that take me to task, disagree with me or point out facts I’ve overlooked. What I don’t like is people who are too unsure of their own critiques to sign their real names.

It’s a pretty simple rule for feedback on Wonderful Pessimist: if you want a shot at having your rebuttal published (since I do moderate comments), then have the courage of your convictions enough to put your name to your comments. That’s the bare minimum. If you leave your identity blank, or you put up some abbreviation like “P2″ (hi P2) or put up an obviously made-up, fictional name (like Peter Parker) or some Internet handle (like JimmyCarterLover), you’re not getting your comment past me and onto my blog no matter how much I like and respect your comment.

I don’t hide who I am. Craig’s my real name. I put my name to all my blogs. I expect the same “courage of your convictions” from anyone who wants to comment on Wonderful Pessimist.

That being the minimum standard, I only have one other requirement: I won’t publish foul language or anything that smacks of racial hatred (like antisemitism) under any circumstances. I keep my comments intelligently argued, without foul language, and I expect the same of anyone else who wants to comment here.

So, keep that in mind, folks. I welcome the opinions of others, but if you won’t sign your name to your thoughts, can’t make your argument without cussing and make comments of a hateful nature, you’re not going to appear on Wonderful Pessimist.

However, if you wish to make an intelligent counterpoint argument, sign your name to it, and steer clear of hatred and foul language, I welcome comments from perspectives other than mine.

Nuff said.

How I Became a Conservative

I think it’s hard to pinpoint a single event that makes any of us who we are philosophically. It’s a series of events spread out over a period of time. Much of the time, our early years go by without much that makes us start thinking about politics or the world around us. But certain scenes do stand out.

Like the time I was in middle school. I was in art class and the radio was playing really softly. I was the first one to hear the news interrupt the music and hear the announcer say that President Reagan had been shot. I told a classmate next to me, who said I was making it up and should tell the teacher if I wasn’t. So I told him and he turned the volume up. The teacher, who’d probably been through a similar experience when he’d been around my age and the shot president was Kennedy rather than Reagan, blanched and called the principals office and within the hour we were all sent home to watch the news. Of course, Reagan lived. But it made a deep impression.

About a week later, affected by the experience, I told my art teacher the whole turn of events had me thinking that someday I might want to run for office, which I suppose was a bit of a preteen/early teen whim on the heels of that experience.

Suddenly, the man who’s seemed so shaken the day Reagan was shot nearly snarled at me. “And if you run as a Democrat,” he said, “MAYBE I’ll vote for you.” It was one of the rudest moments I’d ever experienced a teacher have with me. That made a deep impression, too.

Then there was the time I found out, in high school, that I’d be old enough to vote in the upcoming presidential elections, one of only a handful of my classmates who could. When I told my dad, who worked at Hormel in Austin and was part of the P-9 Labor Union that I was excited about my chance to learn about politics, how our country ran, and wanted to take part in everything from the first district sub-caucus on up, he also answered with a lot of venom:

“Sure you can do that,” my father snarled – and he was a man who rarely snarled. “Just as long as you don’t do it with those G——N Republicans!”

That made a deep impression, to, but as I was still living under his roof, I promised to caucus with the DFL.

At the most local level, it wasn’t that bad. The small handful of us met at someone’s house and there were just enough of us that we all got to move on to the next level of caucus, so we were all happy. We took a straw poll for presidential preference; this was the year Mondale and Hart were battling it out to take on Ronald Reagan, who was running for a second term.

This being Minnesota, Mondale was just about the only one getting votes. But, being a diligent student of anything I took an interest in, I had reservations about Minnesota’s Uncle Walt. It seemed to me he was promising everyone everything they asked for, if only they’d elect him, and it reeked of desperation and financial insanity to me.

Hart, on the other hand, was about five years away from the Donna Rice scandal and what intrigued me most was that he wasn’t anti-military. He had interesting ideas about how to bring the US military up-to-date to fight modern wars circa 1983-84. I was enough of a student of the Constitution and politics to know that the federal government’s first and foremost responsibility was to protect us as a nation, “from all enemies foreign and domestic.”

So I was the only Hart supporter from my small town of 350, where the rest of the delegates went for Mondale. And I suppose if one more Mondale supporter had shown up that night, I’d have not gone on to the county caucus. But I did.

The county caucus was much larger and kind of scary. It was held in the P-9 union hall, as I remember, and pretty much everyone seemed angry for some reason.

I went to the caucus with really only one issue I was concerned about, beyond being a Hart supporter and wanting to just learn the ropes. You see, I was an adopted child. At that time, I had not yet met my birth mom or found out the circumstances of my conception, but I knew that the idea of abortion disturbed me for very personal reasons, as an adopted kid. So I wanted to take part in the pro-life sub-caucus. Not because I wanted to deny women choice or was particularly religious, because at that point in my life I wasn’t. But because I imagined that saying “abortion is ok” was pretty much on par with saying I shouldn’t have been allowed a chance to live.

I had been encouraged by a couple Catholic members of my hometown caucus that, “there is a home for pro-life voices in our party. We’re in the minority, but we are welcomed.”

Well, not really, we weren’t. Other than Congressman Tim Penny, every single politician who even VISITED with our little subcaucus had their candidacies shot down, right there in the convention hall. “This is what it’s like,” I was told, “but it’s important for us to be a part of things, and it’s better than going over–” cue the mean scowl and the gutteral growl “–to those G——N Republicans!”

All that had a deep impact, too.

And when Mr. “Promise Them Anything to Get Elected” Mondale beat back Sen. Hart with a toss-away line from a Wendy’s commercial, I started looking a lot more closely at the fella who was already president and seemed to be doing a pretty good job of it, a guy who had breakfast with the fella who was his arch-rival, Tip O’Neill, in the morning, even though the Speaker would stab him in the back on the House floor later that same day. Speaker O’Neill’s response to a dismayed Reagan? (I imagine the same mean scowl and gutteral growl, but of course I wasn’t there to hear it.) “Mr. President, that’s not personal. It’s politics.”

Of course, it never stopped Reagan from sharing breakfast with the man — a classy way of handling a rival. A standard a lot of today’s politicians could learn from, on both sides of the aisle.

That also left an impression.

I never caucused with the Dems again. The hostility, the mean scowls, the general atmosphere of anger just didn’t sit well with me. By the time the next presidential election rolled around, I was no longer under my dad’s roof. I was in college and decided to try the GOP on for size. While they weren’t perfect by any stretch, there was a lot less anger and outright mean looks. And, as a pro-lifer for personal reasons, I wasn’t automatically shut out.

At college, I eventually got my own political column in the student paper, after serving a lot of time in the arts and entertainment section. (Not necessarily a happy home to conservatives… heck, in the entire paper, I was the only conservative.) But I had some friends on staff who saw talent beyond the politics and got along great working under several liberally-biased editors, who saw me as the token they could flash to claim balance in the paper, freeing them up to be even more outspokenly liberal. It helped me appreciate what George Will must feel like. That was fine by me; I was able to give voice to a lot of students who otherwise had no one who spoke for them on the paper.

Of course, along the way, I had plenty of run-ins with the “loving, caring, peaceful, hug-everyone” left. Like when I wrote a column saying that Huckleberry Finn shouldn’t be banned for using the N-word because it was reflective of the times and anyone who could read Huck Finn and only see racism was missing the whole point Twain was trying to make… AGAINST racism. Fairly standard free-speech point, right? But a lib wrote a letter to the editor saying I probably thought a whole long list of other racial slurs were OK, too, and he proceeded to list about 20 of them … 18 of which I’d never even heard before his letter. I’m confused, which one of us was supposed to be the racist again?

Or the time one of my best female English Dept. buddies – and I do mean buddies, since we were only friends – got elected head of the Campus DFL, while I was the campus conservative column writer and hanging out with the College Republicans. She knew me and was encouraging me to run for CR leadership, because she felt together we could make the campus a better place for political debate. I felt complimented, but I wasn’t really a power-broker in the CR’s and the guy who was, was not as easy to get along with as me.

Then there was the time she and I were walking back from English class. We lived in the same dorm. Some of her fellow DFL buddies saw me and started hurling nasty insults because they didn’t care for my column that week in the paper, and with elections nearing, emotions were running high. On my behalf, she told them to calm down and back off and get back to spreading literature around campus. She could do that as the Campus DFL prez. Without her there, I might have been the victim of an “incident” on campus. All for writing an opinion the free-speech-as-long-as-you-agree-with-us libs on campus didn’t agree with.

All of this made a deep impression. And before long my feeling of being at home among the conservative set became a lot more established.

Now, it’s not all about friendliness or feelings. Sometimes it’s been about the traditional rebelling against the status quo. Now, most folks consider that if someone is to rebel against the status quo, that’s gotta mean they’re a liberal. But what the Vietnam-and-Woodstock generation failed to realize is that as their radical rebellion turned into positions of power, THEY became the status quo. And so, to really be a rebel, one had to be a conservative, not a liberal, by the time my generation rolled around. Heck, FAMILY TIES, which is probably THE sitcom of my generation, was built off the very premise of conservative kids raised by liberal parents – thought to be revolutionary at the time, given that most sitcoms used the conservative parents/liberal kids formula.

And, truth be told, as I grew in intellect and became more politically aware, the more I studied and read, the more that liberal solutions just didn’t add up, to my way of thinking, while conservative solutions did.

But that’s enough for now.

Schwarzenegger agrees with Democrats

Never trust a man married to a Kennedy. That’s the lesson California Republicans are learning with Gov. Terminator in the state house. In a plan unveiled today, Schwarzenegger laid out a plan that is so much like HillaryCare, she might be able to sue the California governator for plagiarism.

While recuperating from his skiing accident, Gov. RINO has not enjoyed time on a boat charter or a similar form of recreation while waiting for his leg to heal, but instead has hard-charged ahead on his new “Democrat in GOP clothing” agenda like LaDanien Tomlinson in a playoff game. This new “HillaryCare Lite” platform from the Governator has won him the “strange new respect” that GOP politicians like John McCain enjoy when they reveal their true RINO status.

I’ll give Schwarzenegger some credit: he’s not as incompetent as the man he replaced, Grey Davis. But he’s also not a Republican.

What bipartisan actually means…

New Dem Speaker of the House promised it shortly after the November election victory of ’06. And today, new Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid echoed the comments: “We must turn the page on partisanship and usher in a new era of bipartisan progress,” Reid said.

And it sounds all nice and snuggly and makes for a good evening news sound-byte. But the truth is in the details, outside of the five-second snippet network bigwigs allow while covering for their liberal allies on Capitol Hill.

Reid continued, “The president has 22 months left in office. If he wants to accomplish anything, he will have to work with us in Congress to pass bipartisan legislation.”

Or, in other words, he’ll have to pass the Democratic agenda, whether he likes or agrees with it, or not. That’s what bipartisanship really means.

And Speaker Pelosi has made it clear the Dems don’t want to play together with their GOP counterparts. According to a Washington Post report by Lyndsey Layton and Juliet Eilperin, “But instead of allowing Republicans to fully participate in deliberations, as promised after the Democratic victory in the Nov. 7 midterm elections, Democrats now say they will use House rules to prevent the opposition from offering alternative measures, assuring speedy passage of the bills and allowing their party to trumpet early victories.”

So Speaker Pelosi and the new Dem majority may give lip-service to bipartisanism, but in reality, they’re just like they were in 1994 when Newt Gingrich and the GOPers kicked the Dems out: they’re hogging the Lincoln bedroom, so to speak, while “generously” offering Republicans the leftover loft bed in the attic of Congress.

Dems already devouring their own…

According to a report on the Washington Business Journal, a simple press conference on lobbying reform by the newly-elected Democratic House leadership were shouted down by a group of antiwar protesters led by Cindy Sheehan, the malcontent mom who has been a thorn in George W. Bush’s side for the past 2-3 years.

I love it when liberals turn on each other. It happens often, and apparently they’ve never learned to relax and enjoy life, maybe go on a nice, relaxing Orlando vacation.

Rahm Emanuel finally gave up trying to be heard and the debacle was cut short. An unrepentant Sheehan gloated, “We wanted the Democrats to know they’re back in power because of the grass roots.”

Actually, Cindy, the Dems are back in power because the GOP abandoned its core values. If the GOP can learn its lessons from 2006, all I can say is, don’t pick out the expensive china for those new Senate and House digs. Might not last long!

Saddam dead by Sunday? Happy New Year indeed!

The Associated Press is reporting, despite conflicting sources, that bloodthirsty former Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein could be dead as early as Sunday, just in time to keep the brutal sponsor of terror from seeing any part of 2007. Happy New Year, indeed!

If Saddam is dead by Sunday, it could mean that 2007 will mark the real, literal beginning of a post-Saddam Iraq, which will certainly be good news for the Iraqi people. Sure, there are threats of increased violence, but since when hasn’t that been the case? Iraq’s government is solidifying and increasingly taking the lead in military action, as well as the brunt of the casualties, with American playing less of a frontline and more of a supportive role as each week goes by.

Bottom line: we’re winning, and not because the Dems won in November. Take that, Al Franken!

If 2007 marks the beginning of a Saddam-free Iraq, it would be on par with VE Day and the beginning of a Hitler-free Europe. It’s times like this that the present looks a little less grim and you want to get away from it all. Maybe hop on down to Outer Banks North Carolina and take in some of that great coastal atmosphere. Or maybe the cold of winter is starting to get to me… I don’t know.

Saddam to die within 30 days

Although Human Rights Watch and other “keep evil folks alive and let the innocent die at their hands” groups are sure to be annoyed, an Iraqi appeals court ruled this week that former Iraqi President Saddam Hussein’s conviction and death sentence were legitimate, and he must be executed within the next 30 days.

It’s a move that is certain to drive Hussein’s fellow Sunnis, as well as al-Qaeda, France and Democrats into fits of rage. After all, didn’t the Dems and their supporters win last November? Doesn’t that mean all terrorists get to go free?

With folks like John Kerry going as far as saying that Iraq would have been better off if the US had never invaded and left Saddam in control, it seems at least the Iraqi courts disagree. They feel their country will be better off with the former brutal dictator assuming room temperature. Imagine that.

The hot topic right now is whether his execution should be televised. The left-wing media types (and what other types are there?) say no, even though most won’t hesitate to take advantage, at least to some degree, when Muslim terror groups execute someone like Daniel Pearl and broadcast that.

Personally, I think each country should decide for itself, and as long as Iraq is cool with it, I wouldn’t mind if Saddam’s execution were televised. However, in the US, I do think it would be better if it were not televised over public airwaves on free TV.

A better approach, to make sure that only those who want to see Saddam put down will see it, is to make it available as a pay-per-view event, perhaps through C-SPAN or CourtTV. Now, I’m not talking about charging a huge fee for it. A modest $4.99 or $9.99 would be appropriate, with proceeds going to Iraqi children’s charities. And the event should be made available free of charge to all Terror War veteran military families.

It’s a controversial proposal, I know, but it guarantees that those who want to see it can, and those who don’t want to see it because of their children or whatnot, won’t accidentally be exposed while flipping through channels.

Forget all the ridiculous Democratic claims that there was no connection between 9-11 and Saddam. Even if there wasn’t a 100-percent direct tie, Saddam did sponsor terrorist groups and was a legitimate target in the War on Terror.

What a nice way to start off 2007! Sure, death is grim, but the death of someone who caused so much human suffering over the last 30 or so years as did Saddam? Weeping for him is like weeping for Mao or Hitler or Mussolini or Stalin.

In fact, it may become a bit of a moment for printable greeting cards. Although Ramadan, Hanukkah, and Christmas are past, we’re in the middle of Kwanza with New Year’s Eve bearing down on us. Adding in a greeting card event for the execution of a brutal dictator might seem crass, but I think at least some military families would agree. Whether a “Happy Execution of Saddam” day card is your cup of tea or not, printable online greeting cards are still a solid idea for other special occasions.

RIP, President Ford

Gerald Ford is dead at the age of 93. I was a bit too young to remember much about Nixon or Watergate, and a bit too young to remember much about Ford, other than his bid to win legitimate election against Jimmy Carter.

My first clear memories, politically, are of Carter’s victory because I remember a Donny and Marie Show sketch making fun of the “peanut farmer from Georgia.” Given former President Carter’s recent antisemitic book on the Middle East, maybe he should have stayed down on the farm.

Anyway, the clearest memories I have of Gerald Ford are not of him, but of Chevy Chase pretending to be him, falling down on nearly every opening sketch of the first season of Saturday Night Live. That’s a shame.

Although Gerald Ford was never elected, he became the man who held the office who went on to live to the oldest age. Not sure what that’s worth. But I do know that, other than the presidential pardon, he is largely credited with bringing some respectability back to the GOP immediately after Nixon left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth.

My understanding is that Ford was a Rockefeller-style Republican, what in today’s parlance we would call a RINO – a Republican In Name Only. Be that as it may, I think I probably missed some of the greatness of the man, given the era in which I was born.

While the passing of Gerald Ford in no way matches the sadness I felt at the passing of Ronald Reagan, I do think his gentleness and integrity in the wake of roughness and corruption are a good reason to take a moment and remember him, before moving on with our daily lives.

Bye, President Ford. Hope you’ve been elected to a house in heaven!

Country roads, take me home…

I hate John Denver for the most part. Not him, but his music. Moreso when I was younger. But cold days like today are the type his songs were made for. “Almost heaven, West Virgina. Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.”

My dad always talked about his time in the Blue Ridge Mountain area during his basic training, prior to his trip overseas in World War II. I’ve never been there, but I plan to visit someday with my wife.

I got to surfing and looked up some Blue Ridge real estate properties, and from the photos it really does look beautiful there. Maybe in a few years, my wife and I can save enough aside for the big move. We need to eventually, for her health.

I hate it when electronics crash

I was sitting here thinking about electronics and warranties. No one wants to buy the insurance plans that protect high-tech electronics, but when a computer or a cell phone or an iPod crash, how many people can honestly say they know the first thing about circuit board repair? Certainly not me.

What made it clear to me was a few years ago. I’d just moved to Wisconsin and my HP went down. Hard drive, in that case, but it could’ve been anything. Fortunately, I was still under warranty. Bust Buy repair guy drove up to me, swapped out the drive – provided an even bigger one at no extra cost, actually – and was on his way.

I kinda envy these tech types. Bet they make better money than I do selling cell phones. But, heh, that doesn’t set the bar very high, does it?

Dreaming of a North Carolina Hanukkah

With temps dropping and snow on the way, it’s about times like these that I start wishing my wife and I could move further south, where the winters would be easier on her asthma. Not to mention our heating bill.

That’s when I start daydreaming about buying a house somewhere where a person doesn’t get buried under several feet of annual snowfall every winter, where the heater can go out in your car and you don’t have to fret. That’s when I start surfing casually, daydreaming about places like Cary NC Real Estate.

I bet the Raleigh area, which Cary is near, is a whole lot warmer than we are in Minnesota right now. *sigh*