God has something to say to you, Gov. Palin
Seein’ as how you’re so religious and all, Gov. Palin, I thought you might want to hear what the Word has to say about your recent behavior:
24 A malicious man disguises himself with his lips,
but in his heart he harbors deceit.25 Though his speech is charming, do not believe him,
for seven abominations fill his heart.26 His malice may be concealed by deception,
but his wickedness will be exposed in the assembly.
Now…I know it says “man”. But it applies to women too. And it even applies to mavericky straight-talkin’ wolf-shootin’ witch-chasin’ women like you. Cuz after all, Gov. Palin, if you’re such a straight-talker and all, you should know better than to tell lies like you’ve been telling.
But you know you can tell lies and get away with it, don’t you? That’s the fault of the ignorant, booing, cheerleading pompom-wearing idiots who like their facts covered in a big pile of bullshit tailor made for their appetites.
What you and your war-hero-turned-dishonorable-demagogue running mate need to know is this: When you incite threats, hate and violence by telling lies, God doesn’t like it. He’s not inclined to be on your side.
When you and your hate-mongering dishonorable running-mate say things like this:
“This is not a man who sees America the way you and I see America,” she told the Clearwater crowd. “I’m afraid this is someone who sees America as imperfect enough to work with a former domestic terrorist who had targeted his own country.”
…you expose your wickedness in the assembly.
God’s got some stuff to say to you, but I doubt you’re listening, Governor Palin. So my friends and I are going to say it instead, as plainly and straight-talky as we possibly can. Only, we have the sense to leave the hate speech at the door.
Here’s what my Twitter friend Zik says:
When you drive a crowd into a racist froth, and incite them to want to kill the next president you don’t get to seperate yourself from them.
That’s right, gun totin’ gal. You don’t. And let’s be clear — you and your dishonorable running-mate associate yourself with some of the most destructive domestic terrorists of our time. Not just associate — SUPPORT.
That’s right, Governor Palin. Your running-mate voted to PROTECT domestic terrorists.
Let’s be clear on where I stand on this:
When you and your dishonorable running-mate look the other way when death threats, slander and hate speech are shouted out at your rallies, it is the same as doing it yourself. There is no difference.
when you and your dishonorable running-mate choose to tell outright lies about Senator Obama in an effort to stir up hate and fanatical nationalism, it is the same as if you had done it yourself. There is no difference.
When you and your dishonorable running-mate make sly racial references intended to send a dog whistle to the hate groups in this country that you are willing to be as racist as they, you ARE as racist as they. There is no difference.
IF you and your dishonorable running-mate succeed in whipping the frenzy to such a state that violence is threatened or carried out against Senator Obama or anyone associated with his campaign, volunteer or paid…
I will. not. rest. until I have done everything in my power to make sure you have no power ever again. Or that anyone associated with you has any power ever again. I will not rest until I have found a way to reach as many churches as I can and convince them to denounce your unpatriotic, dangerous and violent acts of treason on our country with your lies, malice and ‘abominations’. I will spend every last dollar I have making sure that the truth comes out about you and your dishonorable and dishonored running-mate.
Those things I will do because I’m human. God, on the other hand, may hold you accountable. You have one option to mitigate that.
Repent.
Today.
Repent.
Turn away, confess how wrong you are, and…
Make it right.
Otherwise, you’re accountable and responsible, and I will exercise my right as a citizen of this country to hold you responsible.
Sphere: Related ContentFannie Mae’s Rise and Fall
Interesting history of the pressures and difficulties of being Fannie Mae from the New York Times.
Shortly after he became chief executive, Mr. Mudd traveled to the California offices of Angelo R. Mozilo, the head of Countrywide Financial, then the nation’s largest mortgage lender. Fannie had a longstanding and lucrative relationship with Countrywide, which sold more loans to Fannie than anyone else.
But at that meeting, Mr. Mozilo, a butcher’s son who had almost single-handedly built Countrywide into a financial powerhouse, threatened to upend their partnership unless Fannie started buying Countrywide’s riskier loans.
Mr. Mozilo, who did not return telephone calls seeking comment, told Mr. Mudd that Countrywide had other options. For example, Wall Street had recently jumped into the market for risky mortgages. Firms like Bear Stearns, Lehman Brothers and Goldman Sachs had started bundling home loans and selling them to investors — bypassing Fannie and dealing with Countrywide directly.
“You’re becoming irrelevant,” Mr. Mozilo told Mr. Mudd, according to two people with knowledge of the meeting who requested anonymity because the talks were confidential. In the previous year, Fannie had already lost 56 percent of its loan-reselling business to Wall Street and other competitors.
“You need us more than we need you,” Mr. Mozilo said, “and if you don’t take these loans, you’ll find you can lose much more.”
Then Mr. Mozilo offered everyone a breath mint.
Read the whole thing, and then see whether you think it was Fannie Mae or the greedy managers of Wall Street who drove Fannie into the mud.
Sphere: Related ContentA Personal Note About Assassination and Murder
Defined: The act of assassinating; a killing by treacherous violence.
Hillary Clinton’s remarks hit me in a place too close to home. Not only from a political standpoint, but from a personal standpoint. Those who know me, know that I don’t look forward to Memorial Day weekend, because my grandfather, my father’s father, was murdered in downtown Los Angeles close to Union Station on Memorial Day weekend, 1971.
To this day, we’re not 100% certain of who actually did it, though LAPD closed the case and tied it to a black guy on a rampage (presumably over drugs, though that isn’t known for sure because the archived files were destroyed. In a murder case, go figure.) The problem with the LAPD theory is that their file was incredibly thin, so thin, in fact, that they could not put the man on trial for my grandfather’s murder. He was convicted on the murders of two others, one of which had an eyewitness.
My grandfather was shot once on the right side of his neck at point-blank range, and once on the left side at point-blank range, then stuffed into the trunk of his car and left for the police to discover 3 days later.
Assassination usually applies to political killings. My grandfather was simply murdered. Whatever verb is used, it is an ugly, horrible memory. Invoking that on Memorial Day weekend sent shivers up my spine.
I generally crawl into my own self on Memorial Day and come out the day after. The only difference this year is that I’m inclined to do it a couple of days early.
If she were standing in front of me with that self-righteous shake of the head, I’d have to suppress the urge to slap her, while asking what exactly she meant through clenched teeth.
There are some things never forgotten. I don’t need an ambitious, cynical candidate to magnify them. If that’s how I feel, how much more must it have stung the Kennedys and those who lived through that horrible night when RFK was assassinated in LA? And why the dig at California?
The sooner she crawls back under her rock, the better.
On this 37th year of the murder of Charles G. Hayes, we all still remember.
