Sen. Schumer on the Three Branches of Government

It's a good thing he's not on 'Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader'...

America's Greatest Evil --- Allen M. Baker

Frederick Douglass’s America: Race, Justice, and the Promise of the Founding | The Heritage Foundation

It is always a worthwhile endeavor to reread history, lest someone else rewrites it for us...



Frederick Douglass’s America: Race, Justice, and the Promise of the Founding | The Heritage Foundation

Sowing & Reaping: The True Sickness of Society by Mario Rizzo

This writer deftly sifts through the rubble of the media machine to offer truly reasoned analysis on the bizarre response to the Tucson tragedy, and the greater issues we should be thinking about as a society.

Frozen in Disbelief

For most of us, thinking about the subject of abortion is uncomfortable, while the prospect of a discussion can raise our discomfort to unsustainable levels. For some, it is simply a subject not fit for discussion in polite company, like having polyps removed.  It happens, but we don't need to talk about it.  For others, discussion of the subject can hit too close to home, dredging up painful memories that we would prefer to remain buried, whether they are from our own past or perhaps someone close to us.  

For many years I was proudly pro-choice, mostly because I never fully considered the reality or the impact of what is lost in that seemingly simple, clinically sterile procedure known as pregnancy termination.  I had bought into all of the safety-minded and appropriately heartfelt jargon that softened my instinctual  understanding that abortion was, at its core, the triumph of one life, one lifestyle, one carefully mapped-out future, at the expense of another.  

It was during my own first pregnancy that I came to understand that what was growing inside of me was much more than a 'blob of tissue', or 'potential life'. At around the same time, science began to show us a more detailed view to the womb than had ever been seen before, and life inside that dark cavern was being explored in all its mysterious complexity.

Over time, I slowly came to understand that a fetus may be small, but it is a life:  no less grand, and no less ignoble, than my very own.  The tiny fetus that a woman in turmoil, or a man, or a family, contemplates the fate of on any given day in America, has its own unique destiny to fulfill on this planet, and we play god each time we impose our own will upon that destiny.  Sadly, many have since learned that playing god comes at a cost, and there are now generations of the 'walking wounded' among us today:  women, men, girls, mothers, fathers, lovers, brothers - each of whom have had a hand in the taking of one life so that another's may continue, in the mistaken view that life as they knew it could go on as before.   The sad reality is that abortion never claims only one victim.

This woman's story, while disturbing, is essential to understanding the reality of abortion.  If the director of a Planned Parenthood clinic could have her entire viewpoint changed by having to witness that reality firsthand, then I think it behooves us as members of the human family to read her story.  It is compelling.

CS Lewis on Chestless Men - ToTheSource 10/10

"Dear God"...Letters from the Dog

These  excerpts are from actual letters composed by dogs (or in some cases of the less educated breeds, as dictated to their owners):

Dear God:  Is it on purpose our names are the same, only reversed?

Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?  


Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story? 


Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a Dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the 'Chrysler Beagle'? 


Dear God: If a Dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad Dog? 


Dear God: We Dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. 
What do humans understand?  


Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please. 


Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize? 



Dear God: Life is very hard for me.  
Here is a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good Dog. 
1.  I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or 
     after they throw it up. 
2.  I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because 
     I like the way they smell. 
3.  The Litter Box is not a cookie jar. 
4.  The sofa is not a 'face towel'. 
5.  The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff. 
6.  I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet. 
7.  Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way 
     of saying 'hello'. 
8.  I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table. 
9.  I must shake the rainwater out of my fur 
     before entering the house - not after. 
10. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt. 
11. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch. 
12. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and 
      he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing. 

P.S. Dear God: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?