Palin's critics (I'm using the nice word) continue to claim she doesn't have sufficient experience to be vice president, even though she has run her own business, a town, and a state very successfully. Why don't they examine and criticize Obama's executive experience? Because he DOESN'T HAVE ANY. None. Zilch. The only running he has done is running for office, usually unopposed. And yet they're trying to make him the most powerful man in the world. Can someone show me their logic? Because I don't see any.
This week PalinforAmerica.com is hosting the first in a series of "Dear Sarah" supporter video campaigns.
We are calling on Palin supporters from around the country and from all walks of life to send in video recorded messages to show our encouragement, to demonstrate that we stand with her, and that we believe in her. We hope to get several messages before the debate on Thursday night, we will put them all together in one video, and send it off to Sarah. Now this is your chance to let your voice be heard!
HOW TO SEND IN YOUR VIDEO MESSAGE: 1. E-mail: You may email your video recorded message to video@palinforamerica.com. Please try to keep the video file under 5 mb. 2. YouTube: You may also upload your video to YouTube and email the link to video@palinforamerica.com.
Please try to keep your message as short as possible, 20 to 40 seconds is plenty of time for each person.
As we all know, Governor Palin had her first interview with the press. And “press” is the right word for it. Charlie Gibson cut her no slack, which I think is fine, though it should go both directions. (Seems like Obama gets nothing but slack.) I'm just glad she handled everything so well. And she really did. She was composed, forthright, and neatly side-stepped trap after trap while still making her position clear. I have always thought she could handle the VP job, but I wasn't sure she could handle the presidency immediately until I watched that interview. Now I think she could handle anything, yesterday. Glad she's on my side.
Great news! Sarah Palin knocked the lights out last night at the republican national convention. I watched it myself, and she was stellar, my friends. Stellar! This is the first time I've ever wished I could vote twice. So, I'm doing the next best thing and donating money to this campaign. I've never done that before.
It's not because she's a woman, although I think that will be a breath of fresh air. It's not because she gave birth to a special needs child instead of aborting the pregancy, though I find that strongly in her favor as a human being. It's because she presents American values (not Euopean ones) to America with strength, charm, and intelligence.
As governor of Alaska, she has proven that she is pro-tax cuts, pro-domestic energy, pro-national defense, pro-the right to bear arms, against government spending, against government corruption, and that she can actually GET SOMETHING DONE!
She has energized this campaign like no one else could have done. Mitt Romney could not have done what Sarah Palin did last night. Nor could anyone else who was seeking the presidential nomination. She is the woman of the hour. The press has been attacking her relentlessly. Viciously. They're making themselves look bad, and ticking off a lot of people who share various experiences in common with Palin. If Americans don't vote her into office, we are more pathetic than I can say, especially considering the alternative ticket. Blessings on our heads. (Preferably before we vote in November.)
Yesterday I bought Chinese yo yo for a quater, just as a trip back to 5th grade. Then last night I realized. It came just in time for the Opening Ceremonies in Beijing. I should've got a bunch to give out!
Strange dreams with moustaches dragging swim below small lights. Like silent actors trapped on stage they chase and swirl among scene props. Draped in moods of ebony, scarlet, ivory they practice again their hot fights, their cool snubs, their smooches. Then each bows deep, mutely glugging, for the brown slow-motion snow falling like applause.
I've decided to own it, as they say, because maybe it's an okay thing after all, and anyway it's just someone's odd idea. So I've done a compare and contrast study of the matter:
They have feelers. I have feelings and--how do you say?--terrific dectection capabilities. They can bite when frightened. Me, too. Watch out. They live in communities called “hills,” or sometimes in a "farm." I live in a house, in a valley. They have six legs. I have two sillies. They like popcorn. Me, too.
There was a bug on me in Relief Society, and I smashed it after letting out a quiet yelp. I could do this because it was crawling on my capable hand, within reach of my thumb. Anywhere else and I wouldn't have been able to reach it. As it was, I squished its dark guts out of its green body. Not exactly fair repayment for causing me to itch in various unreasonable places throughout church, a trifle harsh, but I saw no other choice. I wasn't about to continue hosting the dratted thing. So I killed it in the Relief Society room, on the Sabbath, and without significant remorse.
"I drew a picture for Aunt Julie. I hope you will get the letter. I love you. I hope you will have a good time. Julie is okay. Show this to Shay and Cade. I love you very much. 'Bye."
So we're in church yesterday and my niece, Marli (3), is visiting, right? And we're waiting for Sacrament Meeting to start. She leans over to me and says with happy blue eyes, “You get to sit by me.”
I used to eat my popcorn out of the butter bowl. Actually, this was back when margerine was “in,” so I guess it was the margerine bowl. After Mom melted and poured the carcinogen over the big bowl of popcorn, she filled the margerine-coated small bowl with popcorn and gave it to me. This is not an accusation. I begged for it, and she figured I needed the calories. (I was an extremely picky eater.) Every kernel was drenched, my friends. Soggy. It was delicious. Sure hope it doesn't come back to bite me.
10 years ago: I was 21, slogging thru independent study classes, trying to major in English.
5 things on today's "To Do list": Smile! Call book group gals. Dejunk closet. Exercise. Name extraction. (But it ain't happening today.)
Snacks I enjoy: popcorn, chips and salsa. I'm not a big snacker, especially now I have Invisaline.
If I were a millionaire: This is after tithing and taxes, right? =) Hmm. Stash half a mil. The remainder . . . well, I don't know. I guess I'd get kicked off Medicaid, so I better just save it all. But maybe rent the Logan Aquatic Center occasionally. Get facials more often. Remodel my bedroom. Spread a little sunshine.