The Wisdom and Wit of Ronaldus Magnus
Sunday, February 6, 2011 marks the one hundredth birthday of Ronald Wilson Reagan, 33rd governor of the State of California and 40th President of the United States. Where are you now when we need you more than ever!
A conservative icon still revered by many, Republicans and Democrats alike, and still reviled by malcontent liberals/leftists/progressives, Reagan was appropriately nickanmed “Ronaldus Magnus” by Rush Limbaugh, an apt sobriquet because he was indeed a great president as well as a great man and a great American.
A human being and thus not un-flawed, Reagan, like Republican President Eisenhower before him and Republican President George W. Bush after him, was dismissed as an intellectual lightweight while in office and even after his retirement by those who could never abide a Republican much less a conservative.
The poor kid from Illinois Reagan became a radio broadcaster, actor and president of the Screen Actors Guild. He was an early liberal and Democrat. He later said he didn’t leave the Democrat Party, it left him. He was a Civil Rights supporter before it was chic and always a staunch anti-Communist. He lost his bids for the Republican nomination in 1968 and 1976, never gave up, and defeated Jimmy Carter in 1980 and scored a landslide win over Walter Mondale four years later.
There’s no need here to recount the many achievements of Ronald Reagan. His life and career speak for themselves and he spoke for himself often and forcefully during that life and career as well as in the 2001 Reagan, In His Own Hand. Those collected writings in Reagan’s handwriting should have dispelled any notion that this man was his own man who clearly articulated his own, distinctive revolutionary vision for his country, and brought it about.
It is worthwhile to note that the only “scandal” with which his opponents were able to smear him, the Iran-Contra Affair, occurred largely for humanitarian reasons. The arms-for-hostages scheme essentially involved the Executive Branch selling weapons to Iran in order to free six American prisoners being held by Hezbollah with some monies used to help fund Nicaragua’s anti-Communist Contras. A medal should have been awarded.
In addition to his accomplishments, . . .
(Read more at http://www.genelalor.com/blog1/?p=3581)
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Sunday, February 6, 2011
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Meet Chris Christie, Dem Nightmare
Meet Chris Christie, Dem Nightmare
Forty eight year old Christopher James “Chris” Christie is the leftist Democrat Party’s worst nightmare since Sarah Louise Palin.
The 55th governor of New Jersey and the 11th governor of the state of Alaska have a great deal in common and therein lies the scabrous rub for Democrats: They’re both deep-dyed conservatives, both committed to their families and to the pre-born, and both are in the liberal crosshairs for the same reason, the left is scared excrement-less of them.
However, libs will find it considerably more challenging to take down Christie than it was for them to smear, slander, and ridicule Palin. Even their late night undesignated hatchet man, David Letterman, who still hardly misses a show without attacking Governor Palin–or former President G.W. Bush–in some way has yet to take on Governor Christie.
Lately, it’s been incessant ridicule of TLC’s highly-successful “Sarah Palin’s Alaska,” which Letterman repetitively insists he won’t watch, just as he had repetitively said he wouldn’t read her best-selling book, Going Rogue, just as he now repeatedly says he won’t read Bush’s Decision Points.
Who really cares what you watch or don’t watch or read or don’t read, Dave, except for your sycophantic audience who are so enamored of your repetitive wit that they don’t realize how repetitious you and your writers are?
Chris Christie, whose very name and Roman Catholic religion rankles the left, is a whole other story for Letterman and his cronies, though. They can’t touch him or suggest he’s a dim bulb since he’s already proven that untrue and they won’t use that tactic even if he says he can see D.C. from his back porch in Mendham Township, N.J. . .
(Read more at http://www.genelalor.com/blog1/?p=2688)
Forty eight year old Christopher James “Chris” Christie is the leftist Democrat Party’s worst nightmare since Sarah Louise Palin.
The 55th governor of New Jersey and the 11th governor of the state of Alaska have a great deal in common and therein lies the scabrous rub for Democrats: They’re both deep-dyed conservatives, both committed to their families and to the pre-born, and both are in the liberal crosshairs for the same reason, the left is scared excrement-less of them.
However, libs will find it considerably more challenging to take down Christie than it was for them to smear, slander, and ridicule Palin. Even their late night undesignated hatchet man, David Letterman, who still hardly misses a show without attacking Governor Palin–or former President G.W. Bush–in some way has yet to take on Governor Christie.
Lately, it’s been incessant ridicule of TLC’s highly-successful “Sarah Palin’s Alaska,” which Letterman repetitively insists he won’t watch, just as he had repetitively said he wouldn’t read her best-selling book, Going Rogue, just as he now repeatedly says he won’t read Bush’s Decision Points.
Who really cares what you watch or don’t watch or read or don’t read, Dave, except for your sycophantic audience who are so enamored of your repetitive wit that they don’t realize how repetitious you and your writers are?
Chris Christie, whose very name and Roman Catholic religion rankles the left, is a whole other story for Letterman and his cronies, though. They can’t touch him or suggest he’s a dim bulb since he’s already proven that untrue and they won’t use that tactic even if he says he can see D.C. from his back porch in Mendham Township, N.J. . .
(Read more at http://www.genelalor.com/blog1/?p=2688)
Sunday, June 1, 2008
TRANSCRIPT: PHONE CONVERSATION
TRANSCRIPT OF PHONE CONVERSATION OVERHEARD BETWEEN ONE BARRY, aka BOY, aka BAMA, AND ONE JERRY, aka REV, aka REVEREND.
Recorded May 30, 2008 0815 EDT
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“Ok, Rev, here's the deal. This chit has really hit the fan now."
"What you mean, Barry? Chit?"
"You know what I mean, Jerry, all the stuff you've been saying for years, about the honkies and this racist country we're stuck with. Now, with Reverend Mike pulling his imitation of you . . ."
"Oh, that. Well, I challenged Mike to see if he could pull off giving one of my sermons because he said it was easy. I mean, it is easy, sorta, since I believe every word I spew but, dammit, that bastard actually did it! I forgot that he hates this muthaf….ing country as much as I do and . . ."
"Excuse me, Rev, I have to interrupt. You're not getting my point. I have to bail on Trinity United."
"Bail? Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Bama?"
"I mean resign from the church."
"Resign? Resign? What the f..k yo' mean, resign? Done nobody resign from mah church, you muthaf…ing oreo!"
"Hold on, Rev, you resigned, didn't you?"
"Boy, you know damnedass well Ah retired and only because you asked me to, real nice like. I coulda gone on for a hella years but, no, you had to suck up to the honkies and make yoself look like da man just so's you can be elected da president of this hellhole nation! And then yo goes and tears into me!"
"Look, I explained all that. This country would never be so stupid as to elect me after the media got hold of your sermons. I got ‘em fooled so far but I had to distance myself. It's like that trade stuff that dumbass Goolsbee let slip to the Frogs. We had to deny we really meant that my administration would restrict trade with Canada. And, remember, the Secretary of State slot is still yours for the asking."
"Yo can shove yo slots, Bama. Yo forget, Ah married yo sorry ass to dat Robinson beatch . . .
“You’re referring to my wife, Michelle.”
“Right--and ah gots to say she’s been sticking her foot in her mouf a lot lately—and ah baptized those pickaninnies of yours . . . what’s their names again?”
“Malia and Sasha, and don’t call them pickaninnies, please.”
“Yeah, Malia and Sasha, and yo sat yo half- black ass in mah church fo’ twenty f…ing years and yo nevah said a word about what I preached, . . . okay, you did say yo loved what I said a slew of times . . . And now yo has to distance yoself? Yo can just distance THIS!”
“Rev, you know Michelle and I made hefty contributions to Trinity United. In view of that, . . .”
“Hold on, dere, Boy. Until yo decided two years was enuff experience and yo wanted to become Da Head Massa of Honkyland, getting money outta you was like whacking off a dead man, da Trinity ladies used to call you Da Man Whose Check Always Be In Da Mail, and dat time yo donated yo skivvies . . .
“I was merely emulating Bill Clinton.”
“Yeah, whateva! Dey say yo is so smart, just like dey said dat Da Great White Hope be da smartest lady on da planet back when she was cleaning up after her bubba. Best thing I can say about yo is, yo sho not be too dumb if you can get aways with what you’re doing. And no dress stains if she be da vp, ya hear! (sounds of laughter, guffawing)
“Reverend?”
“Yeah, Barry?”
“You do know this is just a temporary split, right, merely a temporary measure for the sake of expediency?”
“Barry, Ah knows dat! I was just bustin’ yo white gonad!” ( laughter)
“Good. After all, you’re my mentor, my spiritual guide. You’ve been like a daddy to me, in fact, the only non-Muslim daddy I’ve ever known. (laughter) When I’m elected, if you don’t want State, you know you can choose any position in government you want.”
“Barry, yo is just too good to me. Ah would be honored to be Secretary of Defense. Ah has dese plans to surrender da Jewnited States to Iran. (hysterical laughter) By da way, could you find a job for Pfleger? I hear St. Sabina’s kicked him out on his honky ass. Fo’ some reason, he wants to be assigned to a all-boys school.”
“Sure, Reverend, whatever you want. I can make Pfleger Education Secretary.”
“That’d be fine, Bar. He just loves dose kids! Well, gots to go prep my next talk. Ah be speakin’ ats da Elijah Muhammed University commencement.”
“Okay. Salaam, Reverend. See you November 6th!”
“Yo betcha ass yo will see me! Oh, wait, will yo still be campaigning hard in all dose 57 states?
CLICK
(END OF TRANSCRIPT 0831 EDT)
Recorded May 30, 2008 0815 EDT
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
“Ok, Rev, here's the deal. This chit has really hit the fan now."
"What you mean, Barry? Chit?"
"You know what I mean, Jerry, all the stuff you've been saying for years, about the honkies and this racist country we're stuck with. Now, with Reverend Mike pulling his imitation of you . . ."
"Oh, that. Well, I challenged Mike to see if he could pull off giving one of my sermons because he said it was easy. I mean, it is easy, sorta, since I believe every word I spew but, dammit, that bastard actually did it! I forgot that he hates this muthaf….ing country as much as I do and . . ."
"Excuse me, Rev, I have to interrupt. You're not getting my point. I have to bail on Trinity United."
"Bail? Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Bama?"
"I mean resign from the church."
"Resign? Resign? What the f..k yo' mean, resign? Done nobody resign from mah church, you muthaf…ing oreo!"
"Hold on, Rev, you resigned, didn't you?"
"Boy, you know damnedass well Ah retired and only because you asked me to, real nice like. I coulda gone on for a hella years but, no, you had to suck up to the honkies and make yoself look like da man just so's you can be elected da president of this hellhole nation! And then yo goes and tears into me!"
"Look, I explained all that. This country would never be so stupid as to elect me after the media got hold of your sermons. I got ‘em fooled so far but I had to distance myself. It's like that trade stuff that dumbass Goolsbee let slip to the Frogs. We had to deny we really meant that my administration would restrict trade with Canada. And, remember, the Secretary of State slot is still yours for the asking."
"Yo can shove yo slots, Bama. Yo forget, Ah married yo sorry ass to dat Robinson beatch . . .
“You’re referring to my wife, Michelle.”
“Right--and ah gots to say she’s been sticking her foot in her mouf a lot lately—and ah baptized those pickaninnies of yours . . . what’s their names again?”
“Malia and Sasha, and don’t call them pickaninnies, please.”
“Yeah, Malia and Sasha, and yo sat yo half- black ass in mah church fo’ twenty f…ing years and yo nevah said a word about what I preached, . . . okay, you did say yo loved what I said a slew of times . . . And now yo has to distance yoself? Yo can just distance THIS!”
“Rev, you know Michelle and I made hefty contributions to Trinity United. In view of that, . . .”
“Hold on, dere, Boy. Until yo decided two years was enuff experience and yo wanted to become Da Head Massa of Honkyland, getting money outta you was like whacking off a dead man, da Trinity ladies used to call you Da Man Whose Check Always Be In Da Mail, and dat time yo donated yo skivvies . . .
“I was merely emulating Bill Clinton.”
“Yeah, whateva! Dey say yo is so smart, just like dey said dat Da Great White Hope be da smartest lady on da planet back when she was cleaning up after her bubba. Best thing I can say about yo is, yo sho not be too dumb if you can get aways with what you’re doing. And no dress stains if she be da vp, ya hear! (sounds of laughter, guffawing)
“Reverend?”
“Yeah, Barry?”
“You do know this is just a temporary split, right, merely a temporary measure for the sake of expediency?”
“Barry, Ah knows dat! I was just bustin’ yo white gonad!” ( laughter)
“Good. After all, you’re my mentor, my spiritual guide. You’ve been like a daddy to me, in fact, the only non-Muslim daddy I’ve ever known. (laughter) When I’m elected, if you don’t want State, you know you can choose any position in government you want.”
“Barry, yo is just too good to me. Ah would be honored to be Secretary of Defense. Ah has dese plans to surrender da Jewnited States to Iran. (hysterical laughter) By da way, could you find a job for Pfleger? I hear St. Sabina’s kicked him out on his honky ass. Fo’ some reason, he wants to be assigned to a all-boys school.”
“Sure, Reverend, whatever you want. I can make Pfleger Education Secretary.”
“That’d be fine, Bar. He just loves dose kids! Well, gots to go prep my next talk. Ah be speakin’ ats da Elijah Muhammed University commencement.”
“Okay. Salaam, Reverend. See you November 6th!”
“Yo betcha ass yo will see me! Oh, wait, will yo still be campaigning hard in all dose 57 states?
CLICK
(END OF TRANSCRIPT 0831 EDT)
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