The link at the bottom is to a video of Obama promising what he will do as President relative to our military capabilities. In part, this is what he said:

“As President,

I will end misguided defense policies

I will stop spending 9 billion dollars a month in Iraq

I will cut tens of billions of dollars in wasteful spending

I will cut investment in unproven missile defense systems

I will not weaponize space

I will slow our development of future combat systems

I will set a goal of a world without nuclear weapons

I will not develop new nuclear weapons

I will seek a global ban on the production of fissile materials

I will negotiate with Russia to take our ICBMs off of hair trigger alerts and to achieve deep cuts in our nuclear arsenals.”

What kind of “leader” would unilaterally slow development in our future combat systems? This is supposed to make the U.S. safer?

He will “cut investment in ‘unproven’ missile defense systems” Which ones are these, Senator? The ones intended to intercept ICBMs targeting U.S. cities?

And he will “cut billions of dollars in wasteful spending.” Show me a politician who hasn’t promised to cut “wasteful” spending – yet somehow, the promise reoccurs every election campaign – why, because they never do it, that’s why.

Senator Sincere continued: “You know where I stand. I’ve fought for open, ethical, and accountable government my entire public life. I don’t switch positions or make promises that can’t be kept.”

That statement consists of twenty-eight words that aren’t worth the value of the ink required to print them on paper. It is a bald-faced lie.

“My sole priority for defense spending will be protecting the American people.”

Apparently, the Senator doesn’t think that there is much danger out there – we shouldn’t be concerned. We don’t really need any new weapons systems. He’ll take all of that “saved” money and redirect it to social programs for the disadvantaged. Soon it could become profitable to be poor.

And yet, some believe that this community organizer is qualified to become Commander-in-Chief of America’s military – being wrong about that could be catastrophic.

Thanks to my friend, Marvin for sending me this link to the video – it only runs 1:35 minutes.

 http://macsmind.com/wordpress/2008/06/08/obama-wants-to-protect-america/

Now I’m serious, if I’m wrong on this issue let me know, ‘cause I think I’m right. I present a few facts to support my case.

My car wouldn’t start two weeks ago, I called the dealership. The battery was at fault – it was replaced - problem solved. I turned the problem to someone qualified. I didn’t call a beauty shop for help.

My asian jasmine ground cover needed trimming, I called my yard guy. His crew trimmed the jasmine – problem solved. My yard guy was the right solution to the problem. Hint: I didn’t call a TV repair shop.

My son is moving his business from New Orleans to Dallas. He called a trucking company to move his warehouse inventory to Dallas – problem solved. He was right to call a professional trucking company. He is too smart to ask an out-of-work actor to move his valuable inventory.

I’m remodeling my house. I painted a couple of rooms myself. Fair results, but a lot of work. I switched to a professional painter for the next set of rooms. Much better results, no work, reasonable price, problem solved – I finally called someone better qualified to do the job and got better results in all areas. Clue: I didn’t call an roofer.

My kitchen needed new appliances. What to do, what to do. Should I call a chimney sweep? No dummy, I called an electrician and a plumber and they did everything right. They were the right “tools” for the job. No chimney sweep here.

So, the point is: the United States needs a new leader. The President is empowered to make treaties and appoint federal officers, ambassadors, and federal judges, including Justices of the Supreme Court.

Various executive and judicial branch appointments are made by presidents, including presidents-elect. Up to 6,000 appointments may be made by an incoming president before he takes office, and 8,000 more may be made while in office.

The president can influence the legislative branch through the annual constitutionally-mandated report to Congress. If Congress passes a bill that the president disapproves of, he may veto it; the veto can be overridden only by two-thirds of both houses of Congress, making it substantially more difficult to enact the law.

He/She is the Chief Executive Officer (CEO) of the country.

Pretty important job, right?

Easily the most challenging job on the planet, right?

So who ya gonna call? 

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A COMMUNITY ORGANIZER?

I just created a new blog called the “Pesky Truth Outlet Store.” Those of you who have visited here before know how much I like writing satirical pieces. I’ve realized that I tend to get verbose when I get wound up with a story. Several posts here have fallen into that category and based on the number of comments they’ve received, they weren’t read much. So, the new blog will be used for ‘long” stories so I won’t clog up Pesky Truth with posts that get into more than 3 or 4 Word pages in length.

In other words, the “Outlet Store” will typically have stories, rather than normal posts. I’ll post here when a new story is published there and provide a link if you want to read it. If not, you can just ignore the “announcement” post.

Thanks, Garnet92

But House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, D-Calif., said the bill "represents a new direction in energy policy" and a "bold step forward that will end our dependence on foreign oil" by using billions of dollars collected in taxes on large oil companies to promote alternative fuels and energy efficiency. Absolute BULLSH*T.

Even before the House vote, the White House said President Bush was prepared to veto the measure should it reach his desk. He’d better.

This bill is absolutely worthless. I haven’t yet seen a list of which Republicans voted for it – had to have been at least sixteen who voted “Yea.”

If you haven’t yet seen the details of this piece of trash, here is a link to an AP article on MSNBC (I hate to send anyone there but that’s where I saw the article).

Retired Geek has posted the “Socialism USA” manifesto on his blog “Defeating Communism”. I’ve seen it before, as I’m sure many of you have as well, but it seems even more appropriate now with Obama wanting us to go in that direction. You can see many of Obama’s policies and positions between the lines of this document.

While it is so utopian as to be unrealistic, that doesn’t mean that they (communists and socialists) won’t try to sell it in a piecemeal fashion, a little at a time. It should be a mandatory read every so often just to refresh in our minds the intent of our adversaries.

Please read it.

I cut this from a Free Republic post by “DakotaRed.” It’s an oldie but always makes me grin at the truth of it.

A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below.

She shouted to him, “Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.”

The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, “You’re in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above a ground elevation of 2346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100
degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.

She rolled her eyes and said, “You must be a Republican.”

“I am,” replied the man. “How did you know?”

“Well,” answered the balloonist, “everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with your information, and I’m still lost. Frankly, you’ve not been much help to me.”

The man smiled and responded, “You must be a Democrat.”

“I am,” replied the balloonist. “How did you know?”

As a group, many democrats, most liberals, and the left in general, have a history of poor judgment. And so far, they have remained true to form by exhibiting extremely poor judgment in the 2008 election campaign.

Under the prevailing political winds, by all rights, Republicans should have had little chance to elect a President. And even less chance to protect congressional seats.

Enter flawed judgment.

Obama’s judgment, evidenced by his choice of associates, is anything but good. A long list of (at best) shady and (at worst) felons litter his path to the democrat party’s nomination. His disrespect of Hillary and choice of Joe Biden merely reinforces his record of consistently bad judgment.

But he is not the only one at fault. Consider the brand-holder, the democrat party. They also brought us Al Gore and John Kerry. The party’s judgment was wrong in 2000, again in 2004, and considering the resume of the 2008 standard-barer, is likely to be wrong again. Hillary at the top and Obama as VP would likely have been a winner.

The democrat party has also given us Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid, two party hacks not worthy of the term “leader.”

It really ticks me off when a “talking head” deftly sidesteps making a prediction about some important issue. They’re simply afraid of the mistaken prediction coming back to haunt them. Their ego is so fragile that they’d rather go on the record as being wishy-washy than take a stand and make a pick.

This is equally true of politics and sports pundits.

I’m going to make a prediction about Joe Biden. It may turn out to be wrong – so what, I’m not betting the farm on it. Here it is”

Some problem will arise (probably medical) that will prevent him from fulfilling his role as candidate and Hillary will be named as his replacement.

STOP!

Do not read this without having read Book One “Obama Couldn’t Organize a Sock Drawer,” or your eyes will go funny and your houseplants will shrivel and die (even the artificial ones.) You have been warned.

 Chapter 3, interview with an independent contractor

Barry felt better after talking with Reverend Rhong. The reverend was right, he couldn’t give up so easily. The reverend had given Barry a name of someone who could use some organizing and who might help him gain the confidence of the folks in the neighborhood. They were wary of outsiders, especially whites or “brothers who talked white.”

On the way back to his apartment, he walked down Jackson Street. He stopped at 1710 and knocked. Barry could see a thin curtain open just a bit as someone peeked out. “Who is it,” a female voice asked.

“My name’s Barack Obama, Reverend Rhong said I should talk to you.” That seemed to satisfy her. Barry could hear lots of unlocking, and finally the door opened. Her name was Laticia Lovewell and she was what the reverend termed an “independent contractor.”

“You here for business or pleasure”? She asked.

“Uhhh, Reverend Rhong said that you and I may be able to uhhh help each other.” Barry couldn’t help but notice that, several layers down, under an excessive amount of makeup, she might be pretty. And, from the looks of what she was wearing, she could use some organizing.

Laticia slowly looked him over, she bit a lip to keep from laughing at the split-pea-colored suit the john was wearing. But no playa would wear an outfit like that; he must be just what he looked like … a brown Pat Boone. “Wonder where his pocket protector is,” she thought. “Okay, you can come in.”

Her place looked like a motel room inside, just minimal furniture and no personal items – could have been a Motel Two room except for the four-poster king-sized bed. “Alright, what’s this about”?

“Reverend Rhong said that you and your, ahhh, uhhh, co-workers were having trouble with your management, and he thought that I could help you and your uhhh friends get better working conditions, better pay, benefits, and better hours by organizing together, like a union.”

“A union”? Laticia laughed. “What do you think I do”? She asked with a sly grin. “I don’t know – maybe you sew or you work in a beauty shop”? Barry really had no idea – he was clueless.

“I’m a professional companion, you know”?

Barry was still puzzled and it showed.

“Men pay me and I do things for them; make them feel real good.” How dense could this guy be, she thought. Still not a glimmer of understanding from the nerd. “I’m a hooker, a ho, now do you understand?” “I do men for money.”

Oh … a ho? … Barry was speechless. He had never met a “woman of the evening,” and he just didn’t know anything about the commercial market for what she was selling.

So, for the next hour, Leticia explained the facts of “ho’ing” to Barry. She took great delight in going into explicit detail and watching him squirm. It was obvious that this kind of talk made him uncomfortable.

“So your agent arranges .. er uhhh, appointments for you and takes a portion of your earnings as his ahhh commission, it that right”? Leticia agreed. “But he still gets his commission when you ahhh, er make the sale without his help too”? Again, she agreed. “And he sometimes avails himself of your … er ah … services without paying”? “You got it, honey.”

“And you have a menu of options from which the customer … er, trick can choose?” “Right.” “And these options have individual prices, but you do offer a … ah uh … volume discount”? “You got it,” Leticia was relieved that the nerd finally got the concept.

“Now, how you gonna “organize” us”?

Barry had never thought of organizing people before. But hey, it just might work. He could organize the girls into size and color, economy or deluxe, mini or super-sized, the list was endless. “Super-size me,” “say, that would make a really keen marketing slogan.”

“Wow,” again – his massive brain was spinning – like slot reels – and the reels were stopping on “Jackpot”. “I’ll do it,” he almost shouted, “I’ll organize you”! Leticia jumped on that, “Not so fast, brown boy, you don’t get no freebies.” Barack quickly explained what he meant.

“I’ll need to know more about your business plan and staffing and how you handle depreciation, budgets, that kind of thing.”

Leticia laughed. “You one crazy dude.” “We ain’t got none of that stuff, we just do as much as we can as often as we can.” Barry was disappointed, but he couldn’t give up. He’d just have to work around it. They needed change and he needed a plan.

He’d create a Blueprint for Change. That’s the answer.

Barry made arrangements to meet Leticia tomorrow at the same time, to go over his plans for change.

Chapter 4. Barack’s Blueprint for Change

He didn’t have much to work with: a calculator, a tired Commodore 64 computer, a beat-up flip chart, and an old Smith-Corona manual typewriter, but by gum, he had a gift for organizing! He was the one the ho’s had been waiting for!

Barry started a list. Working from notes he made while interviewing Leticia, he listed the services and the rates. He did some plain and fancy calculating and ciphering. He compared and analyzed. He even went to the library and contacted an attorney referred by Reverend Rhong. His organizing was working out and his plan was shaping up.

There were six employees in Leticia’s group, managed by a plmp called “Sup Dawg.” Besides Leticia, there was Merrilee Godown, Juana Dumey, Suga Sweet, Amanda Lay, and Geneva Convention. Of course, Barry knew that these were their “professional” names, nom de ho’s as it were.

One thing was clear, Sup Dawg was taking one-third of their earnings for doing little, sometimes nothing, and getting fat on the backs of the girls (so to speak) while the girls were getting the shaft (no comment).

They should have health coverage, child care, educational benefits, and retirement – but management was doing what management always does by nature - being greedy while the employees get screwed (ed. note: er … no … nevermind).

He compiled his Blueprint for Change, converting his hand-written notes into a flip chart presentation. He was ready.

He got to Leticia’s place a little early. This time, she let him in quickly. He set up his flip chart, the top page read simply “CHANGE” in block letters. The other girls showed up right on time and sat down. They didn’t understand why they were there; they only came because Leticia called a meeting. They were skeptical when they saw Obama present – who is the big-eared guy, and why was he here?

Barry introduced himself and proceeded to explain how he had analyzed their operations, their revenue and expenses. He seemed to grasp the realities of their business. They were impressed. Besides, he was “articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy,” (little did they know that one day, a U.S. Senator would describe him that way).

“Are you ready for a change”? Subdued answers all around.

He flipped the CHANGE page up, exposing his title page. It read simply, “Community Therapy Clinic, LLC.” Questioning looks from one to another traveled around the room – they were puzzled.

“I’m proposing that we set up a nonprofit LLP, a Limited Liability Partnership. It’ll be a charitable organization, and we, uhhhh you, will provide therapy services to the male patients.”

He flipped to the next page. “Federal and state grant money will pay for an office, social services will cover all of our expenses, and the cash fees for treatments are tax-deductible to your clients since we’re a 501(c)(3).” “And here’s the cash cow … we’ll bill Medicare for the senior citizens you … uhhh … treat.”

Geneva was first with a comment. “I ain’t doin no old dudes.” “Hold on, Geneva,” Barry responded, “We can bill Medicare $445 for each treatment of an old dude.” “And they’ll need therapy once a week for six or eight weeks. That means recurring income, that’s change you can count on.” “Ooowee, honey, sign me up!” Geneva would learn to be kind to wrinkly old men.

Suga was next, she wanted to know how much she would make in this new clinic. Suga was a small-sized girl and barely legal. Barry would categorize her as a “Therapist, Mini.” Barry happily responded, “I estimate over $80,000 annually for starters.” Smiles and grins all around.

Pointing to the chart, Barry said “Column 1 is your rate structure now.” It showed each girl’s rate for a [bleep]. He pointed to column 2 which showed a flat rate of $60. “You mean that I’m, uh, we gonna charge $60 for a [bleep]”? “That’s right,” affirmed Barry. He went on to explain the other services and the increased rates – the girls were catching on – enthusiastically. “Honey, I’m not sure I’m worth that much,” said Juana, grinning from ear to ear.

Merrilee wanted to know how the patients would find out about the clinic if Sup Dawg wasn’t soliciting for them. “Reverend Rhong has agreed to let us place advertising in the church bulletin and on their website – for a small monthly offering.”

“And, we’ll have Dr. Chris P. Bacon on staff, just to make it legal.” “Dr. Bacon will examine the men and prescribe a series of therapy sessions and we’ll bill social services or Medicare for the treatments.” The money would all come from “Barryland,” where money was plentiful because the taxpayer’s supply was endless.

“Damn, you is smart.” Amamda was of the super-sized persuasion. She would be classified as a “Therapist, Grandé.” She was one of the most “talented” of the stable. It was said, that she had some special talent having to do with a bowling ball and a garden hose (the significance of that talent hadn’t yet dawned on Barry).

Leticia had saved her comments for last. “How can we thank you for organizing our little community of independent contractors?” “You are our Messiah, you are a wonderful man.”