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Anyone who has ever been a part of a team knows that success requires discipline. Success requires a clearly defined mission and absolute preparedness. Success requires sacrifice and exhaustion but more than any of those things, success requires trust. No matter what the endeavor, the success of a team requires that all the moving parts trust one another. In business this is true. A CEO will carefully select each and every member of his or her executive team. Each member will be selected based upon their specific skill set and what the CEO sees as a unified vision where the company itself is concerned. It doesn’t matter what color their skin may be, or what TV shows they like. It doesn’t matter what school they went to or where they grew up. All that matters is that they know their individual assignment. They have to know their role and understand how their role fits into the overall mission. In sports, it’s the same way. In order to win a football game, every man on that field must know his individual assignments and execute them flawlessly. Not only that, but they have to trust each other. They have to trust that the man next to them has worked just as hard as they have worked themselves. Take away that trust and the rhythm of the game is disrupted. Resentment toward the unprepared teammate festers and grows as the game progresses. Blame becomes apparent and eventually, the team walks quietly back into the locker room, heads hung low, shoulders slumped, and defeat emanating from their pores.

Nowhere is the inherent trust of a successful team more important than within the ranks of our United States military. Precision, attention to detail, and focus are the difference between life and death. Hesitation or doubt is significantly more dangerous than any enemy or weapon could ever hope to be. When the difference between success and failure is measured in microseconds, doubt often results in death. Soldiers follow orders because they trust the chain of command. They trust the man delivering the orders to them just as that man trusted the man who delivered them to him. The mission is never questioned. Orders are executed and assignments are clearly defined. This does not always insure victory but it sure as hell hasn’t led to defeat. What happens if our military starts to distrust the orders they are given? What happens if the orders themselves start to be questioned?

We’ve seen it a million times in sports. The aging quarterback we’ve followed for years, hangs on one season longer than he probably should have. Our last memory of a once noble warrior is a slow, weak knee-kneed, interception riddled performance in which he simply seemed to be out of his element. The game itself has simply passed him by. Perhaps it was the competition adjusting for his greatness over the years, but most of the time it’s just a stubborn need to compete that sends him out there despite doubt among those depending on his input. The backup quarterback waits patiently on the sidelines, just waiting for his chance. The newspaper and sports shows start running more and more stories about the backup quarterback until finally, a legend’s career ends with a towel over his head, sitting on the bench, listening to the roar of the crowd as they applaud the heroism of his younger, more effective replacement. Those players who truly value team over self will display one, last act of public heroism as they stand on the sidelines and cheer sincerely for the success of the team. For someone who is truly committed to the mission, victory is more important than personal glory. Strategy is more important than selfish agenda. Of course they would rather be out there on the field, but they would much rather see a victory celebration.

Barack Hussein Obama is not your teammate. Barack Obama is the quarterback who hasn’t completed a pass yet, hasn’t even gotten a grass stain on his crisp, gleaming, white jersey but he somehow has a multi-year contract and several big endorsements. Barack Obama is the quarterback who shows up late, refuses to participate in practice, and blames every mistake on someone else. Barack Obama is the quarterback that throws seven interceptions in the first half but as he runs off the field at halftime, tells a reporter “these receivers gotta get open and our defense has to stiffen up.” Well guess what, partner…..your defense (Republican led Congress) didn’t throw the ball (Taxpayer Money) to six different defensive backs (1. Solyndra 2. A123 Systems 3. Chevy Volt 4. Ener1 5. ObamaCare 6. Unions) for 42 points ($5 TRILLION in debt).

The United States of America is a team. When you are part of a team, your concern is not with the opinions and off-the-field decisions of your teammates. What matters is that when they show up to play, they are one hundred ten percent focused on the mission at hand and the execution of their own specific responsibilities. His Barackness is committed to one mission and one mission only. That is the mission of the liberal agenda. He will sacrifice each and every one of you if that is what it takes to see his vision come to fruition. The victory celebration he sees in his mind will be just as grand whether you’re there or not. His vision is very different. Whereas America the team pursues victory for itself, Obama only sees victory as the possession of those who follow him. He’s charming. He’s eloquent. He has actually managed to convince several (millions) of our teammates (fellow citizens) that victory can be achieved without effort or sacrifice. At least not ‘their” sacrifice. He’s managed to convince several of our teammates that victory can be obtained without strength. His Barackness believes himself to be bigger than the mission of the team. In fact, His Barackness believes that he should be the mission of the team. He believes that the team needs him more than he needs the team and he has clearly shown that opinion at every opportunity. His mission is to perpetuate his own image and his own success. If America won’t deliver it to him, he’ll accept it from another source, but he will be granted the world he believes is owed to him.

It’s time to bench this showboating diva before he ends our season in training camp. I’m not ready to say that America is in her fourth quarter, staring down the barrel of playoff elimination. No. I believe America is just getting warmed up. Barack Obama will not be our starting quarterback as we head into the regular season. Barack Obama will be traded to another team and our new quarterback will be more focused on the success of the team than his own advancement. Our next quarterback already has the lucrative contract and the successful track record. He’s not flashy. He’s not going to get a lot of quotes pasted up on the chalkboards of other team’s defensive locker rooms. He’s quiet and sometimes shy, but when it comes time to fire the ball, he never hesitates. That’s what this team needs right now.

Re-electing Barack Hussein Obama would be the equivalent of letting Jerry Jones (Owner of the Dallas Cowboys) manages the Philadelphia Eagles’ Draft Day decisions. Sure, Jerry is smooth enough to make us all believe that his actions would be fair and in the best interest of the entire Eagles organization but his picks would surely benefit the Cowboys more than the Eagles. Each and every one of Obama’s “picks” have benefited himself, his friends, his supporters, or his ideology. Each and every one of Barack’s “picks” have served to further illustrate the fact that America is his opponent in so many ways. The trade deadline is rapidly approaching, folks. Make the deal before we suffer through another horrendously heartbreaking season.

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J Robert Giles

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Tuesday, April 10, 2012

More Out Of Touch Than Cooties…..

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“Getting rid of a delusion makes us wiser than getting hold of a truth.” - Ludwig Borne

This particular date on the calendar always brings about that special kind of morbid nostalgia in my life. Every year, I’m taken back to a special yet terrifying point in my life. A point that led to a few of the beliefs to which I currently cling. I was just a kid so a lot of the grown-up world was confusing and left up to my own interpretation. Those interpretations were often made through the lenses of youthful innocence.

1979 was a confusing year for a curious six year old kid. What the heck is inflation and why are so many people obsessed with it? It’s all I heard on the TV. I saw the word on the front of those fake newspapers they sold at the checkout lines in the local Albertson’s grocery store. I heard grown-ups complaining about the price of gas and the fact that we seem to be running out of it. Why can’t we get more gas? My parents assumed I was ignoring the stories I heard as they watched the news because I sure as heck ignored their instructions to do my chores on a regular basis. The truth is that I heard all those stories, I just preferred to interpret them on my terms.

I remember Three Mile Island. I couldn’t comprehend the concept of radiation, but I did understand the fact that there had been an accident at a place with the word “nuclear” in it’s title. To me…..”nuclear” meant “blowing up the world” so I just assumed it was time to make peace with those I had wronged. At dinner that night, I ate my vegetables without being told to do so. Another frequent topic in the news those days was President Carter. The man seemed to invoke facial ticks in my father. Despite my young age, I too believed that Jimmy Carter was a wimp. He used that southern charm to convince people bad was good. He sounded like Huckleberry Hound but in reality, he was just a big old bushel of weakness. The President was supposed to be strong, powerful, and able to defeat all enemies. Everything I knew about kings, leaders, and great military men of history was that they had all performed some kind of heroic deed. My dad was the benchmark as he had just finished flying fighter jets for the Air Force. Heroes were men who had fought wars, won fights, explored uncharted lands, or defeated a determined enemy. Carter was none of those things. When the story of Jimmy Carter and the Swamp Rabbit hit the airwaves, all hope was lost. The man was a wimp.

America needed a leader. They needed a man who would lead, not follow. They needed a man who was slowly but surely starting to make waves on the campaign trail. I got my first taste of what leadership really means on this date in 1979. It was mid-afternoon in Wichita Falls, Texas and my Mom was two and a half hours away in Dallas for a class. My grandparents were coming into town the next day, so my Dad had run up to the bakery at the end of Fairway Boulevard to get some of the Cinnamon Raisin Bread my GrandBob loved so much. My brother and I were watching Popeye and eating a TV dinner when the programming was interrupted.

The sky was black. Not black like it is at night, but black like it would be if someone threw a thick blanket over the sun. There was a certain hue of temporary to the odd colors surrounding our house. A grayish luminescence alerting me to the fact that the calm afternoon I had been enjoying at recess earlier that day was long gone. The trees were bowing to the incoming force and all their leaves were turned over exposing their lighter colored underbellies as if shielding against an attack. As I stood looking out our sliding glass door into the back yard, the landscape was completely unfamiliar. I watched a large bird struggling to fly against the force of the wind. I remember wondering why the bird didn’t land and protect itself……and then BAM…..something big struck the bird and abruptly ended its ill-advised flight. Then it stopped. The debris dropped from the sky and there was an eerie calm in the air. The wind stopped. The hail stopped. The sirens stopped. It seemed like any other day except for the fact that every hair on my arm and neck were standing at rigorous attention. Goosebumps covered my flesh. This was the kind of calm a convicted killer feels in the seconds before the switch is thrown. A tornado was coming.

My little brother Ryan and I had been taught early and often in the Texas School System that preparation saves lives. We had dragged our mattresses into the hallway just as we had been instructed to do. We were under them but staring down the hallway at the TV. Woody Woodpecker had just started but its flickering images provided only a focal point to keep us distracted during the terror. The sounds that followed will never be forgotten. I hugged Ryan tightly as what sounded like a fleet of runaway locomotives hovered over our heads. The electricity went out and Ryan began to cry. He was only 3 at the time and this was one of the few times in his life where he ever shown fear. It was the first time in my life I ever felt like Ryan’s protector. The glass around the house began to shatter and sounds I hope to never hear again began to fill my ears just as Dad came bursting through the front door. He ran immediately into his own bedroom and dragged his own king sized mattress into the hallway. It was then that I noticed the two strangers he had brought with him. Two strangers that needed shelter and were offered such by my father when it would have been just as easy to fly past them and worry only about his own safety. They survived an ordeal that would have most assuredly ended their lives had it not been for the budding Giles family. Dad’s presence and enveloping arms allowed me to cry and panic like the terrified six year old I truly was. All hell officially broke loose in those moments. It wasn’t like it is often portrayed in the movies. There were no distant screams from unfamiliar throats. There were horrific, indescribable sounds. The sounds of brick, metal, glass, and wood being ripped apart by an unstoppable force. It was horrifying.

Then, just as quickly as it started, it ended. The sounds could still be heard, but there was a saddening and yet comforting distance in their tones. The sounds were now being injected into the lives of people in distant, unfamiliar neighborhoods. We slowly emerged from the protection of our mattresses. I half expected to find open sky over my head, but our home was mostly intact. The rest of the town and even some of our direct neighbors didn’t fare so well. But we survived. The leadership came in the following days. By the way, we still have no idea who those strangers were.

Leadership came in the form of the people who weren’t afraid to face the task at hand. The sounds of chainsaws and hammers filled the air for weeks. With no power and the primitive communications systems of the late seventies, clean-up was difficult but hard work triumphed over tragedy as it so often does. Those who waited for someone else to come take care of them got back to normal at a much later date than those who were willing to get in there and get their hands dirty. Those who gathered in cowardly circles and leveled their collective blame against someone else for what nature had delivered missed some terrific life lessons. Until that storm hit, I had been under the delusion that my world was insulated from the horror I saw on the news. Suddenly, my world was the news. I saw the strength of men and women not ideology and charm. I saw the resolve of a community working together, not one suckling at the teat of handouts and unjustified expectations. I saw REAL hope and change on the horizon as our country waved goodbye to one of its weakest leaders and all of the broken promises, failed expectations, and empty facades of accomplishment he left in his wake. I cheered with all the understanding my youth would permit as the rebuilding of Wichita Falls, Texas coincided nicely with the rise of one of our country’s strongest leaders.

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Flash forward to today: History truly has a way of repeating itself. I believe our current President is just as weak as Jimmy Carter, but the similarities don’t end there. The lessons I learned in the nightmare of Terrible Tuesday, as it has come to be known in Wichita Falls, reached far beyond the destruction of that powerful storm. Where I had interpreted weakness, Terrible Tuesday delivered examples of strength. Those who sat back and waited for someone else to fix the problems delivered by that storm are the ones who would vote for His Barackness in November. The people who climbed up on their roofs with a hammer and some shingles while waiting for the insurance company to get to them…..those were the ones with a clear vision of reality. Those were the ones with a sense of personal responsibility. Those were the people who realized that it is NOT the job of government to run their lives. Those people had no room for fairy tales…..they lived in reality.

Just this past Friday, while speaking at what the White House is calling the “Forum on Women and The Economy,” Obama stated that after his daughters were born, he and Michelle – both Harvard Law graduates – couldn’t afford the “luxury” of having her stay at home with the children. Just so we’re clear…..Michelle Obama made $316,000 per year in those days. Obama was earning $168,000 from the US Taxpayer. He went on to say that he knew Michelle “felt guilty” when she was at home with the girls because she wasn’t giving enough time to work. She had a heavy “burden” in those days because of the busy travel schedule of His Barackness.

Are you kidding me? Are we supposed to take this nonsense and believe that the life of a Senator and a highly paid University of Chicago Medical School “Executive Director of Community and External Affairs” somehow relate to the struggles of a normal family? Barack Hussein Obama is so far out of touch with reality, he reminds me of that bird I watched struggling against the wind as that tornado rolled into Wichita Falls 33 years ago today. He believes the nonsense that flows from his mouth just as much as that bird believed he would outrun the storm if he just flapped his wings hard and fast enough. He ignores the reality that surrounds him and believes his ideological instinct will overpower any opponent’s so called “logic.” In reality, the American people are heaving big old pieces of debris into the wind. Obama has skillfully avoided them thus far, but he has suffered some “structural damage” along the way. He’s bruised, but determined. We tossed the debris of his birth certificate into the air, but it only scratched him. We tossed Solyndra into the spiraling nightmare, but it only grazed his wing. We launched the Fast and Furious case, consistently “adjusted” jobs numbers, and the incineration prone Chevy Volt at him but he navigated his way through their debris trails with only superficial wounds. The Supreme Court may soon deliver a rather crippling blow if they strike down Obama’s legacy, but the big piece of flying debris that will knock His Barackness and his ideology out of the sky forever will be the will of the American people on November 6, 2012.

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J Robert Giles

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Monday, March 12, 2012

Illegally Entitled…..

By: J Robert Giles & Jacqueline Corner

“It is discouraging how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.” - Noel Coward

Elvis Presley wasn’t fat, he was just a “Jelly Doughnut Enthusiast.” Charlie Sheen isn’t street-rat crazy, he’s “suffering.” People who sneak into our country, exploit loopholes in our laws, tax-code, and generosity are not illegal immigrants, they’re “undocumented workers.” To make things easier, illegal immigrants will be referred to as “illegal immigrants” throughout the rest of this article.

Over the weekend, my attention was captured by three different stories in which our own laws and political confusion are allowing illegal immigrants to simply steal a better life from our great country. Before you liberals who, for some reason continue to read my articles, get all worked up and start accusing me of the heinous crimes of racism, patriotism, conservatism, or Americanism, I would ask that you share those opinions with someone who will actually give them credence. That person is not here, I assure you. I’m sick of giving away benefits that I don’t even know about to people who should not be entitled to them in the first place. Our laws have been written, rewritten, and manipulated to the point where the people breaking the laws have a better understanding of them than the people who write them. Here’s a few examples.

The first story is based in Internal Revenue Service code, as so much of the confusion in our country seems to be. The Additional Child Tax Credit is an IRS code that allows people who don’t have any taxable income to receive a refund. The steps by which illegal immigrants are benefiting from this American generosity is elaborate and shows a Illegal Immigrant Crossing concerted effort to take more money from people who have very little left to give. In other words, our country is broke, yet last year we paid out over $4.2 BILLION to illegal immigrants who have discovered a way to claim and receive benefit from the credit. Illegal Immigrants simply obtain an Individual Taxpayer Identification Number by following methods actively marketed within their communities. I’ll say that again…..the methods by which illegal immigrants obtain legal, United States Taxpayer Identification Numbers are actively advertised among communities of illegal immigrants. The liberal response to such an accusation is usually to discredit the source of information, so you do your own search. Type ‘Immigration Attorney’ into your search engine and see how many ACLU-ish looking websites you get in return. Illegal immigrants are not entitled to the federal benefits granted the people who pay into said system. The vague language of the law itself provides an additional incentive for aliens to enter, reside in, and work without authorization in the United States. We are over $15 trillion dollars in debt and the left is defending a program in which $4.2 billion is given to people who don’t even have the legal right to be inside our borders, let alone to receive benefit from a pool of money to which they have not contributed. In 2007, we paid $1 billion to illegal immigrants via this loophole. Barack Hussein Obama’s 2009 stimulus package expanded the benefit so that 2.3 million people took advantage of it in 2010. They’re now “looking into it” to see if payments through this loophole should be stopped. Yet, I’m a racist?

Our next story is about an illegal immigrant from Guatemala who invaded our country and earned enough money to buy an American lottery ticket. He won $750,000. That was in 2010. It turns out that a man who lives and works in our country illegally can’t just go out and post his resume on Monster and join the American rat-race. As Jose Antonio Cua-Toc learned, you just can’t trust the network of sleazebags who take advantage of the vulnerability of immigrants. As disgusting as it is that we paid out so much money Jose Cua-Toc in tax refunds to people here illegally, it’s even more disgusting to hear tale of the treatment many of these people endure while searching for their piece of the American dream. Honestly, you can’t blame the immigrants for taking advantage of a loophole in our laws. If it’s there, someone will take it. Immigrants, for the most part, come to America for the same reasons today as the ones arriving on Ellis Island in the early 1900’s. They want a better life for themselves and their loved ones and they believe our freedom and generosity will lead them to it. Most are terribly appreciative and loyal. Most work their tails off to engulf themselves in the history, tradition, culture, and hope of the American spirit. What they often find instead are people like Erick Cervantes of Georgia. When Cua-Toc asked Cervantes, his boss, to cash the ticket for him out of fear of reveling his “illegal” status, Cervantes agreed. Cervantes then kept the money and started to spend it. He kept it as his own and Cua-Toc understandably lost his mind. He threatened to kill Cervantes and his wife. Probably a little over the top but it’s the situation in which so many immigrants find themselves. Backed into a corner with threat of exposure keeping them from the defense and authority we take for granted as citizens. Anyway, a court finally ordered that the money be handed over to Cua-Toc, plus $207,000 in legal fees and expenses, plus $25,000 in punitive damages. He now faces deportation over the criminal act of threatening death, plus the whole being here illegally in the first place thing. Let’s see, after the IRS takes their cut, let’s assume Cua-Toc returns to Guatemala with $650,000 USD. One United States Dollar exchanges at 7.703 Guatemalan Quetzal, so he’s sitting pretty in that regard. Pictured below are several views of a home that would only require a small fraction of Cua-Toc’s newfound wealth. I’d say he got his American dream, but his actions have prevented him from enjoying it in the country that gave it to him.

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The last story in today’s trinity of illegal entitlement takes a look at the controversy over whether or not an identification card should be required for voting. The always logical and fair NAACP is taking their opposition of the voting laws in several states to the United Nations. Is there ANY chance we can get the doors to the U.N. locked on the day this Voter ID ridiculous argument is being heard and only unlock them when the building and all of it’s occupants have been moved to a country that gives a darn about their opinions? That would probably produce a few jobs, don’t you think? Like I was saying, the NAACP feels that any law requiring a proof of identification in exchange for entry into the United States election process infringes upon human and civil rights by suppressing the minority vote. Should I translate that one, or can you all pretty much read between the lines? I ask you, what kind of “minority” is having their vote suppressed by being asked to show a form of identification? People with the right to vote should have no problem providing some form of acceptable identification. A driver’s license, passport, military I.D…..do you know anyone who doesn’t have at least one of those things? Now go into the back of your favorite restaurant and ask that same question. How about a landscaping crew? How about a Latino gang? A prison yard? The actions of the NAACP are simple ploys to attract attention and will no doubt be used in some future “fact”, but the United Nations has absolutely zero authority over the states or their legal systems. The only people who would be impacted by the requirement of identification at a voting center would be those who should not be voting in the first place. If you can’t prove that you have the right to be there casting your vote, but are still allowed a voice, then democracy has failed. Doubt me? Feel free to go cast your vote in an Iranian election. How about Mexico? You think you would be allowed a voice in the election process of those countries?

You liberals can throw all your accusations of racism and insensitivity at me that you want to, but the fact remains that I’m right and you’re liberal! No one on the right is saying that we need to close our borders and put up signs around America that say “No Vacancy” but we are asking that you start treating our country like you treat your home. There is a door to your home for a reason. That’s the entry. That’s the filter by which you decide who gets to come inside and who gets left on the front porch to plead NOT Ellis Island their case. If a gang-banger with identifying tattoos on his face knocked on your door, he would probably be asked to leave. If a family knocked on your door and then spent fifteen minutes praising the history of your home and honoring you as a gracious host, you might be willing to invite them in. You would invite them in as strangers and would not grant access to your banking information, your insurance policies, or your tax refunds, but you would let them into your house. Once trust has been earned, you might help them secure those things for themselves. I love the “melting pot” history of our country, but our compassionate laws and political correctness have led to a reality in which more people are taking from that pot than are contributing. People who do not value the history or importance of that pot are desecrating it. People who have not fought for that pot are dictating it’s future. The people who came here in the early days of this country…..they risked everything. The ones who sneak in here today risk nothing. Once they’re in., they are taught to exploit and steal their way to prosperity. Healthcare, jobs, education…..it’s all free and it’s all provided by that great melting pot. Well, dammit…..that’s MY pot! Back off. If you would like to come into my home and honor the traditions of my family as a grateful guest, you are more than welcome to do so. If you would like to work your butt off as those people in your ever-mentioned “melting pot” of the early 1900’s did, then you will one day be able to call yourself an American. If that is not something for which you express great personal hope, then enjoy your temporary visit and feel free to come back when you’d like to embrace our laws, language, history, tradition, and freedom. When you can accept the concept that your freedoms end when they limit mine, you are welcome to call yourself an American. This country was not founded and defended so that you could come here and secure a better life for your family illegally. Accept ownership in this great land and humbly contribute to the reduction of its debt. Show our flag the respect it deserves and we’ll share with you everything under it’s protective cover.

As always, thanks for playing…..

J Robert Giles

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Friday, February 24, 2012

You’re Grounded…

“Humility and knowledge in poor clothes excel pride and ignorance in costly attire.” - William Penn

What keeps you humble? What is it within your brain that allows you to defend against the inevitable embarrassment that would surely come from exposing the majority of the half-baked plans, ideas, and decisions that pop into your head throughout each and every day? It’s humility. It’s the fact that we are not insulated like we were when we were DSCN1655 kids. Last night, I had the distinct privilege to be slapped across the face with a bit of reality that had somehow gone unnoticed in my own life. Unnoticed may be a bit harsh. Perhaps…..”selectively ignored” would be a better way to describe my flight from the reality that my beautiful Jackie and my terrific kids are what keep me grounded.

That may seem like simple and quite common sense to most of you, but allow me to explain. Last night, my seven year old son, Aidan took part in his school’s Black History Night. While the majority of the kids in his school are not black, the event was organized in such a way that skin color was not the accomplishment being celebrated. The celebration was about the accomplishments of the women of Gee’s Bend, Alabama. All of the expected clichés were used to make the correlation between the quilts made by the freed slaves of Gee’s Bend and the diversity of our nation today, but the kids themselves, at least the younger ones like Aidan, couldn’t have cared less about any of that. Last night’s performance was an undeniable example of the fact that racism is something taught. The kids on that stage were untainted by the stresses and temptations of adulthood. Their world is insulated by their limited exposure and the result is unbridled happiness. They have yet to experience the concept of prejudice, so they sing happily with all of their friends. They could care less about subjects like net worth or income levels, so they laugh with all of their friends. Sadly, the majority of the stress they feel in their young lives is the direct result of parental deflection, so they find comfort in all of their friends.

Unfortunately, we are not afforded the same luxuries of innocence in adulthood. We must face challenges that simply can’t be confronted with childish ideology. Consider anything that requires a minimum age for participation as proof of this fact. Drinking requires an attained age of 21. Voting requires an age of 18 (but proving it is apparently up for debate) as does military service. Driving calls for an attained age of 16, generally speaking. These age restrictions were put in place for a reason. It was the general consensus that unless you had reached the specified age, the emotional, physical. or intellectual requirements of these tasks would simply be too daunting.

What we have allowed to happen, instead of facing the challenges as a family, is that we have changed the challenges. We have pretended that they don’t exist by putting limitations on our children. Competition is too hard for one kid so instead of encouraging him to work harder or to pursue those things for which his abilities will allow him to excel, we change the rules to accommodate the weak. Those kids grow up to demand what is not realistically theirs. (i.e. Occupy Anything) We thought we were protecting them, but instead we were rendering them incapable of performing in the world that awaited them. How can you be grounded when reality delivers the exact opposite of what you were promised?

Our politicians, celebrities, and pro-athletes are a lot like those insulated kids. They live in worlds where the only opinions they hear are the ones that will make them happy. TonyRomo Anyone who is famous, regardless of reason, is insulated. Do you really believe that Obama surrounds himself with people who will tell him “gee, Mr. President; I don’t really know if stubbornly ignorant is the way to go on this one.” or do you think he’s surrounded by a nest of little, yelping, Carneys who blindly support any decision he makes? Do you think anyone has had enough courage to tell Nancy Pelosi that her patented “I think I just farted” look is starting to greatly reduce the effectiveness of all that plastic surgery? No! Of course not. These people are surrounded only by those who will tell them what they want to hear. That’s not how a team works. A team wins and loses as a unit. If the NFL was run like American Politics, Tony Romo would be allowed to believe that he has won six Lombardi trophies and was the MVP of eight different Super Bowls, two of which he was awarded while in High School. No, a team requires preparation for battle with a common enemy. Each member of the team is assigned a position and prepares so that their contribution will lead to overall victory. When inevitable defeat smacks the team around a bit, they heal together and they prepare for the next battle with the added advantage of having learned the indelible lessons imparted only in defeat.

Compare that to the world in which Barack Hussein Obama lives. Every decision he makes is made only after consulting with several public opinion polls first. He’s basically spoon fed his opinions by those with which he chooses to surround himself. In that regard, he can never be truly grounded the way a man who is part of a real team will be grounded. A real team accepts defeat as an opportunity to improve. Obama accepts defeat as someone else’s mistake. He lives his entire life trying to be the man the latest polls tell him he should be. He’s left, like so many others who never figure out how to stick to their convictions, without an identity. He’s left, for lack of a better comparison, like the grown up version of those kids on that stage last night. Happily ignorant of the real world around them. Obama is fed only the information that will support the agenda of those who provide his platform. That’s only half the reality of the country he’s asked to lead. Guess what, Mr. President….Romo hasn’t won a single Super Bowl and your record is not nearly as impressive as your teleprompter would have you believe.

We, as a people, need to remain just as grounded and faithful as those kids on that stage last night. They found themselves shielded from the frightening reality of public speaking by the strength of their innocence. We must resolve to have that kind of faith in our position as conservative, Christian, right-wing, red-state, God-fearing, Church-loving, breeding, patriots and stand together in the face of twisted polls, veiled promises, and outright deceit that is surely coming our way over the next 8 months. Obama will continue his chameleon game, shifting his shape and political color to fit the latest demand of him. We cannot be that way. We must remain steadfast in our belief that if Obama’s given another four years, this country will be nothing more than a final exam question in a future History class.

As always, thanks for playing and have a great weekend!

J Robert Giles

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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Somebody To Lean On….

“Individuals play the game but teams beat the odds.” - US Navy SEALS

It would take you less than a millisecond to identify an example of moral decay in the world around you. It’s sad, and it’s something about which we all complain, yet the problem persists. Things and topics Disrespectful once considered to be off-limits for public discussion are now acceptable without question. We consider ourselves to be adults yet we have all allowed ourselves to fall prey to the old “well, he did it first” policy for our lives. Attention is heaped upon those who dare to smite the Word of God. Those who openly and happily share their Faith are considered weak by those seeking a life free from the restrictions of purity. Bullying is condemned when charity dollars are in play, but praised via YouTube far more often. The horrendously disrespectful behavior of our children is treated as a medical condition for which pity and telethons are required. We have officially become the most arrogant herd of sheep in the history of the planet.

Why is this so true? Why is it that we continue to allow decay where reinforcement is so readily available? The sad, simple answer is that we are a nation of cowards. Don’t bother sending me a bunch of stories about bravery and courage from generations past. I’m not saying there are not brave individuals within the borders of this country. I’m not saying that America is scared of other countries. What I am saying is that the wrong teams seem to be more and more attractive to us now than they were in other parts of our limited history. Each and every one of us are players on at least a dozen different teams. Our families can be our team, but they are often the hardest ones to lean on when leaning is needed. I would take an 8 second inhale inside Hillary Clinton’s sweaty gym socks if it spared my brother from that same terror. The same can be said, perhaps more eloquently, of any of the ‘teams’ to which you have pledged allegiance. The problem is that in order to reap the benefits offered by our teammates, admission of weakness is usually required. Pride keeps us from admitting weakness to those we look up to. We allow ourselves to believe we can “fix it” on our own before a member of the team must lend support. You can’t. History has proven time and time again that the greatest victories are those that you share. The same can be said of defeat if there is such a thing as a great one.

Comparably, that huge team we all play for……the one to which we have pledged allegiance with hand over heart……we’re losing that tournament badly. We’ve settled rather than confront so many of the issues promoting our demise. We’ve accepted immorality rather than question the fame of Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, and all the other panty-averse celebrities out in the land of Pelosi. Their team is ‘sexier.’ (Despite the fact that Pelosi’s image has been successfully tested as an immediate antidote to Viagra.) We accept the notion that questioning Obama’s leadership makes us racist. Their team is more ‘progressive.’ The once powerful guidance of religion and morality has been overrun by science, sin, and opinion. Their team is ‘louder.’ To live your life in a conservative, Christian manner is to follow the lunacy of Westboro Baptist Church, but to point out the fact that every single one of the cowards that downed the planes on 9/11 was of Middle Eastern descent means you are intolerant. We now live in a world where moderation is penalized and limits are constantly challenged and adjusted to accommodate lowered social standards. Negativity is the expectation, conflict is the tone. The elected leaders of this flagship team we call America have lost their way. But we allowed them to do so. We cast more votes for the “feel-good” story; the eloquent speaker; and the myriad empty promises because we got caught up in the temporary hype of another team.

The good news is that room can always be made for you on any team with which you choose to associate. Maybe you’ve been on a team that promotes an ideology with which you don’t necessarily agree. In it’s infancy, perhaps it appealed to you but through the years the team’s “progress” has taken it to destinations you didn’t intend to visit. Perhaps you voted for a man that charmed the world and dispatched his minions to enhance his appeal but now regret that decision. It’s not too late. Switch teams. Perhaps your contract was recently purchased by a demon you believed to have been defeated years ago. Luckily, we are not restricted by the same shackles of professional sports. Your contract is perpetually for sale and you are your only agent. The team with whom you choose to play says a lot about you as a person. Loyalty can be questioned when it’s bestowed upon categorically unworthy recipients. Collusion is the mistress of popularity and both have found a voice in mainstream media. As if the straightforward attacks weren’t bad enough, they are now bombarding our heads with subliminal weaponry. If you have built a core team around you, no one can truly defeat you. Your personal weaknesses may knock you down from time to time, but there is more than likely someone on your team to give strength where you have none. When I have taken the path with all the shiny appeal, someone on my team has been there to smack me in the forehead with a big hammer of lucidity. A loyal teammate will not dwell on your weaknesses but will instead defend you against the threats you don’t see for yourself. They do so with the belief that you will do the same for them if the situation ever calls for it. Those who now stand with heads hung low under the weight of their Obama-laden vote in the 2008 election must now be protected from the carnivorous monsters who will soon come calling for what they view as their rightful property. We cannot allow them to go.

Here’s another analogy. All year long, we’ve been told of Aaron Rodgers’ and the Green Bay Packers eventual return to the Super Bowl. It was as if the rest of the league was competing for second best. Rodgers. threw for an average of eighteen touchdowns and 750 yards per game according to several of the more loyal announcers on NFL Network. He completed passes to coaches, opposing cheerleaders, commentators, and in one instance completed a game winning pass to the Chipwich guy. So legendary is Rodgers that these stats actually enhanced his numbers for the season. Yesterday, Mr. Rodgers had what we like to call an “off-game.” I am not, in any way, trying to insinuate that Aaron Rodgers is a subpar quarterback. He’s an excellent quarterback. The problem yesterday is that his team put all the responsibility of victory on his arm. When his arm failed him, and the frozen fingers of his receivers dropped almost as many balls as they caught, the rest of the team was incapable of compensating. They had ridden the strength of one man to the playoffs and when that strength failed them, they were exposed. While this example may be terribly painful to the Packer nation, it serves as a poignant reminder that a team, no matter how great it’s superstars, is nothing without an equal effort from each and every member. Had the running game been able to step up and bail Rodgers out, we might be discussing the hated Giants today.

We often do the same things to ourselves. For whatever reason, we allow ourselves to believe that we are bigger than our team. We allow ourselves to believe that all responsibility of victory should be on our shoulders and when we let our teammates down, it’s often devastating to our confidence. The reality is that a true teammate is not Course Correction Required.. disappointed when you think he is. A true teammate hurts for you without judgment. A true teammate will defend you even when the sting of your personal defeat hits them in ways you can’t imagine. A true teammate feels your moments of sadness, loss, defeat, and suffering as they would feel their own but they often conceal their tears to encourage your own well-being. Win or lose, you go down together and you go down swinging. That’s what being on a team is like. Are you part of a real team?

There are many people out there holding unsigned contracts in their hands. They are looking for a team. For some reason or another, none have made them an offer they could stick with and to this point in their lives, they have been wandering. These people need someone with whom they can identify and advance. While the love of a family is unconditional in it’s most accepted depiction, that love is not always the shield we hope it to be. Sometimes the shoulder we want to cry on is not the one being offered, and sometimes the advice we give sounds better passing the lips of another person. Right now, as a country, there are a lot of people who want to cry on the shoulder of the democratic party but that shoulder is not being offered to them. Instead, that shoulder is being used to carry the very source of so many tears. That shoulder is being used to support the very man with whom so many have become disillusioned. Do we shun them away from our mission because of past transgressions? Do we offer them safe haven while they fully absorb the mistake they made in 2008 or do we let them stay home with their vote in a good old fashioned pout-fest? In our families, there are those who have made mistakes. They have suffered what may seem like an insurmountable defeat, yet this is when they are truly loved the most. Scars make us human. If none of us ever made a mistake, this would be a very boring world and movies, sports, politics, and celebrity gossip shows would SUCK!

As always, thanks for playing.

J. Robert Giles

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Monday, January 9, 2012

They’re Counting On the Sheep…..

“I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep, I’m afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.”

- Alexander the Great

As so many of my ideas seem to arrive in my head, so did the launching point for today’s article whilst sitting in Church yesterday. (As did the idea to toss a “whilst” at you from the opening line of said article!) Anyway, during the very well received sermon yesterday morning, Isaiah 53:6 was read……”We all, like sheep, have gone astray. Each of us has turned to his own way.” While I’m sure there have been many more clever ways of expressing the same sentiments over the years, surely none have carried more weight. They're Counting On The Sheep Their impact comes from the truth they carry. We have lost our way, but not just spiritually. Oh no, my friends…..we have a long way to go before we even reach the starting point of a spiritual journey. I’m talking about all the other paths we have chosen to follow as a country. We’re sheep. I know it’s a tired, played out analogy that radio hosts like to throw around amidst annoying sound effects and shameless plugs, but it doesn’t make it any less accurate. We are sheep. Each and every one of us.

Sheep are dumb. Sheep are happily oblivious to the fact that they are being led to slaughter. They are only concerned with following. They willingly walk to their deaths for the sake of being “part of the crowd.” Do we not do the same thing? Again I ask you, if we are not mindless sheep following the ideas and say-so of someone else, then how do you explain Ugg Boots? How do you explain the Mischa Burton UGGs UGG Boots popularity of Chihuahuas? Someone popular did it, so we must also do it. It’s ingrained in us at an early age and sadly, it gets worse the older you get. Sheep are defenseless. Have you ever seen a sheep taking charge and leading the herd? They move as an amorphous blob, with no identifiable leader or direction among them. They are completely dependent upon outside influence. Again, if someone can draw a legitimate difference between the behavior of a herd of sheep and the majority of the US Population then I will gladly hear it. I’m betting anyone with enough intelligence to articulate such a thought also has enough wits to know one would be inaccurate. We follow. No matter how strong a person believes themselves to be, they are following something. There is someone ahead of you that keeps you moving in one direction. You don’t have to admit out loud, we all know it’s true. The rich follow the expense. The beautiful follow the attention. The weak follow the loud. The strong follow the challenge. We all follow something, even if that something is leading us to the slaughter. Sheep are filthy. Dogs clean themselves; birds have bird baths: cats even have the luxury of plopping down in the most inopportune spot and doing that weird, stretchy leg, butt to ankle in one swipe of the tongue thing. (Seriously, it’s creepy!) Have you ever seen a sheep bathing itself? No! Can you imagine wearing a thick, wool suit into the pool? A sheep’s hygiene really has nothing to do with this analogy, I just wanted to put that cat image in your heads. Sorry.

We’ve all been led astray. Those who deny such a claim have been led astray by their own arrogance. There is only one Shepherd’s Call to which our ears should be tuned, but unfortunately that’s just not the way He designed His flock. While living our lives, and running our country, and our homes according to the Word of God would be a terrific American Spirit way of doing things, it’s simply not possible from where we stand today. There are myriad common sense changes we must make just to clear the path to the starting line of a collective spiritual journey, but that’s not to say we don’t get out the machetes and start the revolution. That’s the general feeling I get as we open this new year. Americans are sick of the “doom and gloom” mentality. The world is not going to end this year and we’re sick of being told to prepare as if it is. The United States of America is not too far gone and the people who make up this great country are getting a good old fashioned revolutionary feeling in their bones. It has nothing to do with the horrendous political landscape before us but more to do with the overall attitudes being shoved down our throats. There seems to be a general feeling of community as we look at the months ahead. There seems to be a sense of hope and encouragement no politician could possibly deliver. This is the kind of determined will that only the people of the United States can deliver to the world. It was not a politician that brought about the industrialization of the world. The presidents overseeing the information age have had about as much to do with it as I had to do with the Miracle on Ice. The American spirit brought about the significant ages of our country and the same will hold true in our very near future. We have to take that first step. Unelecting (that’s copyrighted, by the way) our current President will be a good start, but even more important is who succeeds him. Will it be another politician stubbornly loyal to the views of his party or will it finally be another “step back and let America do what America does best” type of leader. (Yes, any kind of ‘leader’ would be an improvement!) The changes we want can only be delivered by us, and I think people are finally starting to wake up to that fact. We need to make some common sense changes, but we are the ones who will make them.

CEO salaries when compared to the average employee are running at a ratio of 320:1. depending on which source you believe. Some list it as high as 475:1 but with the Jack convoluted mess we have allowed to fester in terms of pay structures and stock options and incentives…….okay, I get it! Some changes are needed but to demand a ratio of 1:1 is even more absurd. Everyone in this country is not equal. Everyone in this country could be given the chance to contribute equally to a common goal, but such a dream is centuries away from the world we’ve built around ourselves. Common sense will tell us that CEO’s are taking advantage, in some cases, but not all of them. Do I believe that the guy smoking pot out behind the Jack In The Box up the street from my house deserves to make the same salary as the genius behind all those commercials? NO!! I do not! Changes are needed but they will not be the over-inflated, skewed changes depicted in carefully written political speeches.

Westboro-Baptist-Whackos Morality waved bye-bye to the United States about the time Paris Hilton was given a primetime TV show. Kids in California are being read stories by an active pornstar and driven to same sex wedding ceremonies during school hours because both have been deemed “teachable moments.” You know what; you’ve derailed! America is ready to take back the futures of our children from the catastrophic failure that is our Public School System. PLEASE do not read that as me saying there are no good teachers out there. There are terrific teachers in almost every school in the country. They are sincere in their mission but restrained by the greed of their unions and the system they own. There seems to be movement in the attitudes on that front as well. We’re ready to inject morality back into the lives of our kids who are learning confusing concepts well before the innocence of their youths have expired.

Free speech is a concept worth defending, but America seems ready to take it back from those who use it as a channel for their own lunacy. Yes, you have the right to say what you want, but that does not mean you get to impact the life of my children because your own beliefs are somehow more protected than my rights as a parent. That’s not what the founding fathers had in mind. I will gladly defend the idea of free speech in this country but I believe such a concept gives no shelter to men like the cowards at Westboro Baptist Church. The concept of free speech assumed that the men and women of this country would apply enough common sense to it’s use that law would not have to intervene.

This country is tired of being led to the slaughter by sadistic shepherds. Our leaders spend our money on things we don’t want. They spend our money on things that do absolutely nothing to enhance the future we hope to see. They do all this while we continue to follow one another to the slaughtering house. No more. Like a gawky, teenage boy entering puberty, our collective voices are beginning to change from the timid bleats of the lambs our leaders believe us to be into the intimidating roars of the lions we have always been. We will take back control of not only the political leadership in this country, but also the general direction in which we seem to be headed. Take control wherever you see an opportunity. Demand more from those who call themselves our ‘leaders.’ In fact, demand they refer to themselves as our ‘servants’ because that’s all they are. This idea that an elected official is better than the people they represent has come to an end. This is our year, dammit!

As always, thanks for playing!

J Robert Giles

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Should Be Considered Armed and Dangerous….(PART TWO)

“Trickery and treachery are the practices of fools that have not the wits enough to be honest.”

- Benjamin Franklin

While Mitt Romney may have won in anything but convincing fashion in Iowa last night, the parity among our choices brings to light a potential disaster. I have yet to hear anyone commit to one candidate with whole-hearted passion. No one is backing a specific candidate unless that candidate’s last name happens to be “Anyonebutobama.” This is the same mentality we despised in 2008 when George Soros and the other progressive enlightened’s were blasting Bush and promoting their ideology as superior to anything we could possibly comprehend. We were right to question that mentality in them and we cannot afford to let it corrupt our own thinking now. Our critics are boisterous and they have a stage we will never be able to control. Uninformed men like Warren J. Warren of Alaska who offered his own well spoken opinion last week when he offered the words that seem to encapsulate the cry of Obamanites everywhere. “…..{Conservative devils} believe anything that is untruth about the best man that was electric to the Hopenosis office of the presidency in a long time.” (Yes, it’s true. This is the mail I receive that fuels my rage. These people vote, they breed, they share our resources.)

Today, I’ll continue to explore the humorous list of accolades listed on Obama’s website. While Obamunism is shouted from the treetops by such experts as Debbie Wasserman Schultz with her confusing accent, tone, and Adam’s apple - the truth falls in a different zip code than the tired rhetoric. She has become the spokeswoman for Barack Hussein Obama’s falsified accomplishments. She, like the rest of Obama’s supporters are long on demagogic rhetoric but short on details. Today, they blast Mitt Romney’s jobs record, dragging up heavily manipulated DWS numbers from a corporate takeover Romney oversaw decades ago. Yes, people lost their jobs in that endeavor, but isn’t that kind of the norm in such events? Ms. Wasserman, I have a question…..did you take the time to look at the real jobs numbers tied to your messiah? They suck. They really suck! Clever deflections like “I haven’t seen anyone back that up with facts” may buy you some credibility among those willing to overlook catastrophic failures but to those of us who know you’re full of crap, it just makes you look even more foolish.

Yesterday we looked at the Jobs / Economy tab of Obama’s Website with utter disbelief. Honestly, if I hadn’t been required to navigate my way through several pages of donation requests and “carefully candid” photos of the First Family, I would have assumed the site was a humorous parody of the President’s track record, but sadly it’s not. Today, I’ll walk you through the accomplishments Obama believes he has made in the areas of education. The trend I noticed is that all of Obama’s so called accomplishments center around our money being given to his supporters. There are no mentions of results in any of the “blocks” of brag-points on his page but there are plenty of dollar figures.

For example, in the very first block, Obamalama brags about spending $12 Billion on his Community College Initiative. That’s it. That’s the accomplishment. The results, Education however are not nearly as pride-inducing. Since the “bold and visionary” incentive was launched in 2009, students are taking longer to graduate. This is a direct contradiction to the stated goal of the initiative. Class sizes are larger but per student budgets are significantly down. Tuition costs are rising despite promises to the contrary. The Delta Cost Project states that “community colleges bore the brunt of cuts in support of higher education.”

In another block titled “Supporting Teachers and Students” Obama again brags about the amount of money he’s thrown at a problem. The fact that the money did absolutely nothing to change the overall landscape of the American Education System is never mentioned. Besides, does anyone else feel like the “and Students” was added to the end of the block title in a sort of “oh, crap! We’d better mention the kids” kind of public relations ploy? After receiving $60 Billion in funding, National Education Association (NEA) President Dennis Van Roekel responded “what’s actually needed is more than they’re willing to spend.” Now, my Dad always tells me to be nice and to avoid personal attacks, but my competitive spirit forbids me to fear a man named Dennis Van Roekel. Sorry, Dad but I want to give this man a life-altering wedgie! Oddly enough, the NEA contributed $56 million to democratic campaigns last year. Again, my money is being spent on things I despise.

The block that literally made my blood boil is the one titled “Reforming No Child Left Behind.” Apparently, we were all too simple to see the glaring weaknesses in this plan as it stood when the benign sovereign took office. When congress wouldn’t rally around Obamunism as the chosen one demanded, he decided he didn’t need Congressional Bribery approval for his actions. Congressional approval is only needed by presidents who lack his superior understanding of all things American. Obama, casting legalities into the same dungeon as his true birthplace, decided that he would revise the act so that he could bribe states to bend to his will and he did so WITHOUT approval from ANY of the necessary authorities. Obama has offered waivers to states that adopt his suggested curriculum. (I’m sure it’s extremely fair, balanced, and truthful.) Seriously, Obama’s education record is written like a bad Chicago crime series. Waivers force mediocrity down the throats and futures of our children, but indoctrination is so vital to the administration that they’re willing to break THREE federal laws to get it done. From the start, No Child Left Behind has given too much influence to government but at least the original version offered accountability. Now, it is simply extortion written with big words and confusing sentence structure.

The Constitution does not give government the authority to affect curriculum. Stop it! Our schools are broken. The unions running them are corrupt beyond imagination. Teachers are not rewarded for results, test scores, or impact in the life of a child. Instead, those without unionized tenure are forced to spend their own, limited income to provide their students with effective teaching implements yet they are still eligible for termination. Those who have met union requirements of tenure can’t be fired, questioned, or held accountable for any of the horrendously under-prepared students they spit out of their classrooms year after year. Examine the voucher system, immediately! We can’t afford another generation of voters educated in such a corrupt, manipulated system. My children’s education is too important to be left to the agenda of any politician or union. The system is corrupt, end it and start a new one. Simple, right?

As always, thanks for playing!

J. Robert Giles

Actual transcript of Facebook conversation with the esteemed Mr. Warren. Can’t think of anything to better illustrate the failings of our education system. These comments were spurred by Part One of this very article. Enjoy!
- Warren J. Warren J, Robert, You are not a real American. Real Americans don't lie. that's wrong. All low life conservatives devil living in the USA, lie daily and much of it. Ain't that right? WWW
  Monday at 3:25pm · Like
- J Robert Giles Warren, please rephrase what I assume you thought was an intelligent question and present it to me again. You're in WAY over your head, moron!
  Monday at 3:33pm · Like · 1
- Warren J. Warren
  J. Robert, You being a man of great understanding even from us morons., let me try again, You are lying about the President. Any moron can understand that. But understandably so, look who you are partition this lying post at; conservative maniacs. They will buy this lie. They believe anything that is untruth about the best man that was electric to the office of the presidency in a long time. As you say, any moron can understand that. Ain't that right? WWW
  Monday at 3:53pm · Like
- J Robert Giles
  What the heck does "electric to the office" mean? I can't defeat someone with a tenuous grasp of the English language but I can sure as heck vote their oblivious leader right into unemployment! I will reiterate, for the sake of ending this conversation; Warren J Warren, you're entering a battle with no weapons in your arsenal. Obama is, BY FAR, the worst President we've ever had. His policies are based in lunacy and liberal fairy tales. You have a limited understanding of government and your defense of the worst president we've ever had is all the evidence I will need. You're more than welcome to support Obama and follow him back to his mother-land when he's freed from the restraints of elected office next year. Take all your well spoken, progressive enlightened's with you! End of conversation.
  Monday at 5:47pm · Like
- J Robert Giles Arguing with Warren J Warren is like beating a baby in a fist-fight. Sure, it's a victory but I can't really be proud of it! I'm still waiting to hear one piece of legitimate evidence that I lied about anything in my article, Warren. "Ain't that right?"
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Thursday, December 29, 2011

There’s a Reason They Call It “Born Again”….