It seems the main argument being espoused here by these assorted bloviators and blowhards is that global warming means, backed by the latest “models”, warmer winters with less snow, less ice, less of all that nasty stuff we just got a foot and a half of here in Chicago.
You can’t have it both ways: Warmer winters with less snow cannot equal global warming at the same time that colder winters with more snow equal global warming. To claim this is the case is to demonstrate the factual illegitimacy of your cause and the moral bankruptcy of yourself.
Synopsis: Every age seeks visionaries to leave, in the wake of their genius, a changed world – but rarely are they found without a few strikeout also-rans getting a crack first. In 2008, millions of Americans thought they had found the real thing.
Over the subsequent two years the nation moved inexorably – though rarely without battle – toward European-style socialism. Through the warring perspectives of a few powerful, deluded men and women who claim to know what’s best for you resulted a national drama rife with both bureaucracy creation and wealth destruction.
The Socialist moved from the halls of academia to the offices of ACORN to a pew in Chicago, and eventually all the way to the oval office, all the while spurred on by the heady early days of a culture-changing phenomenon in the making. In the midst of the chaos and mounting disasters, average American citizens began to object, eventually adding up to more than the sum of their parts in what has become a multifront, 21st century clash of worldviews.
This film has not yet been rated, but the story received a solid B+ from the White House. Catch the beginning of the end in theaters November 2010, with the ultimate conclusion to be seen worldwide in November of 2012.
Amidst all the gushing and glowing reports from the various gay pride parades around the country yesterday (which was also national HIV testing day, proclaimed without a hint of irony), there was a consensus that the parades were family affairs. Hey, what’s not to like about bringing the kids out to a great happy parade?
Except that scenes like these have never been nor ever will be suitable for a family affair. This link is to the ChicagoNow blog. The first several pictures are innocuous enough, but be warned, it doesn’t stay that way.
Perhaps because I’m not a hypersexual maniac I find it difficult to understand the need to wear little or nothing and parade myself along in front of everybody while making lewd gestures. And I’ll never bring my children to such a non-family affair.
For y’all who don’t know, Chicagoans must deal with, among other things, a city hall in the pocket of labor unions. One of the results of this is that only very few Walmarts are allowed to be built within the city limits.
As noted before, Walmart saves money for people in neighborhoods nearby by creating pressure to lower prices in surrounding stores as well as allows people to choose healthier food options because of the greater strength of their dollars.
Despite Chicago’s efforts, though, Walmart continues to try to build more stores here, and city hall just decided they could get Walmart where it hurts while pretending to be for the “little guy”.
Responding to one of the latest applications, Chicago said Walmart could build their store if they paid an artificially inflated minimum wage higher than the minimum wage for the rest of the employers in Chicago.
Lesson one in hurting people: make it hard for employers to hire people.
Rolando Rodriguez, vice president and regional general manager for Wal-Mart, said the company would be willing to swallow a Chicago wage mandate under certain conditions.
“If there is a minimum wage ordinance that applies to everybody, and every business in Chicago is held to that ordinance, then the answer would be yes,” Rodriguez said Thursday. “There’s no need for Wal-Mart to be singled out. Why is it all other retailers are allowed to build in Chicago and we are not?”
Answer that fat cats and charlatan pols in Chicago City Hall.
You raise the wage for all employers in the city and half of them will go out of business. The other half will hate your guts.
Nobody will higher full-time employees because there’s no way they’d agree to pay benefits and full-time taxes on top of that exorbitant wage.
Today is probably not your best day. After the rush of the election, the thrill of victory, the surge of support, and the adulation of the petty tyrants at the UN, your poll numbers have begun falling, your policies are gaining little traction, your adoring masses are getting disillusioned with the continuing economic problems and high unemployment, and today you lost the Olympics.
Failed in the first round, no less.
But buck up, Mr President. Welcome to the club of people not everybody likes.
Most of the rest of us have been here for quite a while. My own tale of arriving in this party is a tale of my growing up. The main differences are that I learned it by getting lost in Italy at the age of 25, and I’m now content to stay with this group.
You’re in your 40’s now and have had little in your past to prepare you for this rejection. You’ve been adored and coddled and had plenty of friends to pad your parties for far longer than I ever did.
Fair weather friends are pretty nice when fair weather has followed you for 40 years. But the clouds blow in, and today you found yourself out on your butt.
Too bad your pal Ahmedinejad wasn’t heading the IOC today.
Except he wouldn’t have been any nicer.
The point is, Mr. President, you must accept the fact that not everybody can and will like you. And you can’t follow the simpleton notion that those who disagree with your or don’t vote for you are evil.
I’m neither evil, racist, nor a pygmy. But we disagree in more ways than not.
So what is to be done?
Once you accept, as I have, that some people just don’t want to be part of your crowd, you must move on. You find the people who do want to hang out with you, and you hang out with them.
Or you put away the megalomaniac glasses, and you find a group that you want to be a part of, not because they like you, but because they are worthwhile.
If you find a group that likes you, they are most likely fakers and liars.
But when you find a group that, regardless of their feelings for you, are worth being a part of, you’ve joined yourself to something bigger than yourself and found your identity in something outside yourself.
Champions are quickly forgotten who fight for themselves and their own name and honor. The ones we remember fought for something bigger and more worthwhile.
After all, you’ll be here on this earth probably not much more than 40 more years. At the most. And if you were only fighting for yourself, who will care at that point. We’ll put you 6 feet under just like everybody else.
Now, the important thing is to decide who to join yourself to. I’d submit that the fact that America’s Exceptionalism is a mighty fine thing to champion. I’d cheer you on for that. And hell would probably freeze over.
I labor under no assumptions you’ll change, though I hope God will see fit to direct your heart in such a way.
So welcome to the club, Mr. President. Enjoy your stay.