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The Senator is not blinded by rhetoric / spin.

What are his negatives?

Read above.

Just like Murtha, no matter how much fruit salad you own, it doesn’t matter when they’ll put party ahead of the troops.

Code Pink, anyone?

In contrast on the other side of the aisle, that radical fundie church that was protesting deaths in Iraq as being due to homosexuality, was universally condemned even by fundie Christians. There’s a line not crossed, no matter the sympathies even.

The military doesn’t see the deeds…

You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires, an’ all:
We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.
For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”
But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country” when the guns begin to shoot;
An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;
An’ Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool — you bet that Tommy sees!

Sen.Webb is a gun rights advocate, ask the Sgt.at Arms and Congressional security.

Did he denouce the Code Pink Voodoo session?

The silence is deafening.

And that deaf silence is what over 50% of the population notices.

Like I keep saying: you can’t put lipstick on a pig to make him a soldier. Talking about “gun rights” and “HE WAS IN VIETNAM AND HAS MEDALS OF VALOR!” doesn’t matter (in Vietnam they threw medals at soldiers as morale boosters — took hell to get the same commendations from Korea on back, in contrast [we're talking walking a mile back with mortal wounds; helping to forestall an invasion over their line; and died trying to save his buds, type of guts. You'll see today, they're trying to award commendations 30/40/50/60 years later to today's standards, even]).

You do not understand the Democratic electorate. They aren’t into angsty youth movements, they are too tired supporting their angsty youths. You understand the fringe who adores Obama. They are not the majority. They weren’t the majority last time or the time before either. Obama will never be president.

Same can be said of the extremes on the Right, between Goldwater and even Ron Paul.

America just isn’t into radicals, even if they can preach stuff you can agree upon (I agreed alot with Pat Buchanan, but some of the things he advocates won’t be accepted by voters).

http://www.opednews.com/articles/genera_evelyn_p_080512_curtain_time_for_bar.htm

http://www.opednews.com/articles/genera_evelyn_p_080513_curtain_time_for_bar.htm

The third part of “Curtain Time For Barack Obama” will be published May 14, 2008.

Is this Obamagate?

So it’s a wash, with average people. We now don’t like either party.

OR….it could be a rare historical moment for a true 3rd party to emerge in those 4 years.

Oh, how I wish. A moderate party that’s more interested in doing what’s good for the country, not answering to 1000001 special interests first (and clamoring for their money to keep them in power, to abuse the very folks paying their salary — I don’t think 50+% of the Democratic party is pleased in paying Dean and Donna’s paycheck now anyway).

Let’s hope upon hope that God answers our prayers, for some human salvation to break the gridlock and sheer partisanship.

The press keeps talking about the rural folks being stubborn, there’s plenty of inner city folks who can’t put a plateful of “Hope” and “Change” on the dinner table either. Hillary won the city of Los Angeles for a reason, and it’s not just because we’re all uneducated, poor Latina women, as the Media would like to pigeonhole us.

“The Grave of the Hundred Head” - by Rudyard Kipling
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There’s a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There’s a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there’s Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.

A Snider squibbed in the jungle,
Somebody laughed and fled,
And the men of the First Shikaris
Picked up their Subaltern dead,
With a big blue mark in his forehead
And the back blown out of his head.

Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Jemadar Hira Lal,
Took command of the party,
Twenty rifles in all,
Marched them down to the river
As the day was beginning to fall.

They buried the boy by the river,
A blanket over his face –
They wept for their dead Lieutenant,
The men of an alien race –
They made a samadh in his honor,
A mark for his resting-place.

For they swore by the Holy Water,
They swore by the salt they ate,
That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt Sahib
Should go to his God in state,
With fifty file of Burmans
To open him Heaven’s gate.

The men of the First Shikaris
Marched till the break of day,
Till they came to the rebel village,
The village of Pabengmay –
A jingal covered the clearing,
Calthrops hampered the way.

Subadar Prag Tewarri,
Bidding them load with ball,
Halted a dozen rifles
Under the village wall;
Sent out a flanking-party
With Jemadar Hira Lal.

The men of the First Shikaris
Shouted and smote and slew,
Turning the grinning jingal
On to the howling crew.
The Jemadar’s flanking-party
Butchered the folk who flew.

Long was the morn of slaughter,
Long was the list of slain,
Five score heads were taken,
Five score heads and twain;
And the men of the First Shickaris
Went back to their grave again,

Each man bearing a basket
Red as his palms that day,
Red as the blazing village –
The village of Pabengmay,
And the “drip-drip-drip” from the baskets
Reddened the grass by the way.

They made a pile of their trophies
High as a tall man’s chin,
Head upon head distorted,
Set in a sightless grin,
Anger and pain and terror
Stamped on the smoke-scorched skin.

Subadar Prag Tewarri
Put the head of the Boh
On the top of the mound of triumph,
The head of his son below –
With the sword and the peacock-banner
That the world might behold and know.

Thus the samadh was perfect,
Thus was the lesson plain
Of the wrath of the First Shikaris –
The price of a white man slain;
And the men of the First Shikaris
Went back into camp again.

Then a silence came to the river,
A hush fell over the shore,
And Bohs that were brave departed,
And Sniders squibbed no more;
For the Burmans said
That a white man’s head
Must be paid for with heads five-score.

There’s a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There’s a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burmans shun;
And there’s Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.

Keep that in mind. Payback isn’t kind. Temper the racist rhetoric, or the price can be “heads five-score”, here.

The Senator has been even more populist than has Sen.Edwards regarding the themes he advanced on addressing the economy.