Liberalscum Buster

March 15, 2008


Filed under: BARACK OBAMA, Bush, Christmas, hillary clinton, life, mideast, news, politics, war — gasdocpol @ 7:23 pm

WHAT COUNTS WHAT WHAT KIND OF DECISIONS SOMEONE MAKES USING WHAT HE (SHE) HAS LEARNED FROM THAT EXPERIENCE. Some people like Obama are smart enough and have enough common sense withgout years and years of “experience”.

Both Hillary and McCain decided to support the Bush/Cheney ill-conceived, ill advised, ill- executed dumb, counterprocuctive, costly, humiliating , evil preemptive invasion of an oil rich Arab country that had not attacked us and was no danger to us.

With foresight Obama clearly stated that the war was a very bad idea.

With hindsight Hillary now admits theat the war was a bad idea.

Blindly McCain insists that we must continue throwing good money and lives after bad for the next 100 years if necessary.

Foresight is better than hindsight which in turn is better than no sight at all.


February 20, 2008


Filed under: BARACK OBAMA, Bush, Christmas, life, mideast, news, politics, war — gasdocpol @ 2:43 am


NO !

We need a Commander-in-Chief who would have said in October 2002

“But I also know that Saddam poses no imminent and direct threat to the United States, or to his neighbors, that the Iraqi economy is in shambles, that the Iraqi military a fraction of its former strength, and that in concert with the international community he can be contained until, in the way of all petty dictators, he falls away into the dustbin of history.

I know that even a successful war against Iraq will require a US occupation of undetermined length, at undetermined cost, with undetermined consequences. I know that an invasion of Iraq without a clear rationale and without strong international support will only fan the flames of the Middle East, and encourage the worst, rather than best, impulses of the Arab world, and strengthen the recruitment arm of al-Qaeda.

I am not opposed to all wars. I’m opposed to dumb wars.”



January 25, 2008


Filed under: BARACK OBAMA, Bush, Christmas, life, medicine, mideast, news, politics, war — gasdocpol @ 2:16 pm

Hillary’s Rezko Humiliation Photo
Oooh comin’ back to bite
By Ericka Andersen Posted in 2008 —
After her calculated attack on Barack Obama earlier this week during the Democratic debates, Hillary Clinton is now suffering from the effects. Even 10 years ago, such a bitter boomerang may not have come back to bite like this.

During the debate, Clinton told Obama, “I was fighting against those ideas when you were practicing law and representing your contributor, Rezko, in his slum landlord business in inner city Chicago.”

She spoke the words slowly, with a practiced poise to inject at the right moment. And it was. It was the most lifted line from the debate and she has been criticized for using a term that would resonate with black voters — “slum.”

This morning a photo surfaced of Bill and Hillary Clinton smiling with Tony Rezko. She was forced to answer to the photo this morning on the Today Show, saying only that she didn’t remember meeting Rezko and that her comments to Obama were merely a “counter attack.”

“I don’t know the man, wouldn’t know him if he walked in the door, I don’t have a 17 year relationship with him…” she told host Matt Lauer.

Of course the First Couple is photographed with many people they don’t actually know so it’s quite possible she doesn’t actually know the man. However, it’s pretty ironic this picture would surface. No reports have discovered where the photo came from and Hillary must be humiliated. Ahh, the fun of the campaign trail.

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When was the photo taken? What was the occasion? And what did Mr. Rezko do to be at the function where the photo was taken? Answer those questions, and we’ll have a better idea of what Ms. Hillary (who never remembers a single event that casts negative doubt upon her – cattle futures, WH Travel Office, Vince Foster, etc. etc.) really knows, just doesn’t want to discuss openly.

January 22, 2008


Filed under: BARACK OBAMA, Bush, Christmas, life, mideast, news, politics, war — gasdocpol @ 11:12 am

From last Sunday’s NY Times

Published: January 20, 2008

With all the sniping from the Clinton camp about whether Barack Obama has enough experience to make a strong president, consider another presidential candidate who was far more of a novice. He had the gall to run for president even though he had served a single undistinguished term in the House of Representatives, before being hounded back to his district.


Another successful president scorned any need for years of apprenticeship in Washington, declaring, “The same old experience is not relevant.” He suggested that the most useful training comes not from hanging around the White House and Congress but rather from experience “rooted in the real lives of real people” so that “it will bring real results if we have the courage to change.”

That was BILL CLINTON running in 1992 against George H. W. Bush, who was then trumpeting his own experience over the callow youth of Mr. Clinton. That year Mr. Bush aired a television commercial urging voters to keep America “in the hands of experience.”

It might seem obvious that long service in Washington is the best preparation for the White House, but on the contrary, one lesson of American history is that length of experience in national politics is an extremely poor predictor of presidential success.

Looking at the 19 presidents since 1900, three of the greatest were among those with the fewest years in electoral politics. TEDDY ROOSEVELT had been a governor for two years and vice president for six months; WOODROW WILSON, a governor for just two years; and FRANLLIN ROOSEVELT, a governor for four years. None ever served in Congress.

They all did have executive experience (as did Mr. Clinton), actually running something larger than a Senate office. Maybe that’s something voters should think about more: governors have often made better presidents than senators. But that’s not a good Democratic talking point, because the candidates with the greatest administrative experience by far are Mitt Romney, Rudy Giuliani and Mike Huckabee.

Alternatively, look at the five presidents since 1900 with perhaps the most political experience when taking office: William McKinley, Lyndon Johnson, Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford and George H. W. Bush. They had great technical skills — but not one was among our very greatest presidents.

The point is not that experience is pointless but that it needn’t be in politics to be useful. John McCain’s years as a P.O.W. gave him an understanding of torture and a moral authority to discuss it that no amount of Senate hearings ever could have conferred.

In the same way, Mr. Obama’s years as an antipoverty organizer give him insights into one of our greatest challenges: how to end cycles of poverty. That front-line experience is one reason Mr. Obama not only favors government spending programs, like early-childhood education, but also cultural initiatives like promoting responsible fatherhood.

Then there’s Mr. Obama’s grade-school years in Indonesia. Our most serious mistakes in foreign policy, from Vietnam to Iraq, have been a blindness to other people’s nationalism and an inability to see ourselves as others see us. Mr. Obama seems to have absorbed an intuitive sensitivity to that problem. For starters, he understood back in 2002 that American troops would not be greeted in Iraq with flowers.

In politics, Mr. Obama’s preparation is indeed thin, though it’s more than Hillary Rodham Clinton acknowledges. His seven years in the Illinois State Senate aren’t heavily scrutinized, but he scored significant achievements there: a law to videotape police interrogations in capital cases; an earned income tax credit to fight poverty; an expansion of early-childhood education.

Mrs. Clinton’s strength is her mastery of the details of domestic and foreign policy, unrivaled among the candidates; she speaks fluently about what to do in Pakistan, Iraq, Darfur. Mr. Obama’s strength is his vision and charisma and the possibility that his election would heal divisions at home and around the world. John Edwards’s strength is his common touch and his leadership among the candidates in establishing detailed positions on health care, poverty and foreign aid.

Those are the meaningful distinctions in the Democratic field, not Mrs. Clinton’s spurious claim to “35 years of experience.” The Democrats with the greatest Washington expertise — Joe Biden, Chris Dodd and Bill Richardson — have already been driven from the race. And the presidential candidate left standing with the greatest experience by far is Mr. McCain; if Mrs. Clinton believes that’s the criterion for selecting the next president, she might consider backing him.

To put it another way, think which politician is most experienced today in the classic sense, and thus — according to the “experience” camp — best qualified to become the next president.

That’s DICK CHENEY. And I rest my case.

December 25, 2007


Filed under: Blogroll, Christmas, life, RELIGION, Uncategorized — gasdocpol @ 6:34 pm

The Old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn’t been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away.

It was just another day to him. He didn’t hate Christmas, just couldn’t find a reason to celebrate. As he was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. ‘Thank You, but I don’t mean to intrude,’ said the stranger ‘I see you’re busy, I’ll just go.’ ‘Not without something hot in your belly.’ George said.

He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. ‘It ain’t much, but it’s hot and tasty, ‘Stew ….. I Made it myself. When you’re done, there’s coffee and it’s fresh.’

Just at that moment he heard the ‘ding’ of the driveway bell. ‘Excuse me, be right back,’ George said. There in the
Driveway was an old ’53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. ‘Mister can you help me!’ said the driver, with a deep Spanish Accent. ‘My wife is with child and my car is broken.’

George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. ‘You Ain’t going in this!
Thing,’ George said as he turned away.

‘But mister, please help ….’ The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside..

He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. ‘Here, take my Truck,’ he said. ‘She ain’t the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good.

George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. ‘Glad I gave ’em the truck, their tires were shot too. That ‘ole truck has brand new to them.

George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. ‘Well, at least he got something in his belly,’ George thought.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He
discovered that the block hadn’t cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. ‘Well, shoot, I can fix this,’ he said to himself. So he put a new one on.

‘Those tires ain’t gonna get ’em through the winter either.’ He took the snow treads off of his wife’s old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn’t going to drive the car anyway.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground.
Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, ‘Please help Me.’

George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention.
‘Pressure to stop the bleeding,’ he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. ‘Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin’,’ he said, trying to make
The policeman feel at ease.

‘Something for pain,’ George thought. All he had were the pills he used for his back. ‘These ought to work.’ He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. ‘You hang in there,
I’m going to get you an ambulance.’

The phone was dead. ‘Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car.’ He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.

He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. ‘Thanks,’ said
The officer. ‘You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area.’

George sat down beside him, ‘I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain’t gonna leave you.’ George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. ‘Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through ‘ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain.’

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. ‘How do you take it?’ he asked. ‘None for me,’ said the officer. ‘Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain’t got no donuts.’ The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. ‘Give me all your cash! Do it now!’ the young man yelled.
His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

‘That’s the guy that shot me!’ exclaimed the officer.

‘Son, why are you doing this?’ asked George, ‘You need to put
the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt.’

The young man was confused. ‘Shut up old man, or I’ll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!’

The cop was reaching for his gun. ‘Put that thing away,’ George
said to the cop, ‘we got one too many in here now.’

He turned his attention to the young man. ‘Son, it’s Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain’t much but it’s all I got. Now put that pee shooter away!

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. ‘I’m not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son,’ he went on. I’ve lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week !

George handed the gun to the cop. Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can.

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair
across from the cop. ‘Sometimes we do stupid things.’ George handed the young man a cup of coffee. ‘Bein’ stupid is one of the things that makes us human.

Comin’ in here with a gun ain’t the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we’ll sort this thing out.’

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to
the cop. ‘Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I’m sorry officer.’

‘Shut up and drink your coffee.’ the cop said.

George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. ‘Chuck! You ok?’ one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

‘Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find

‘GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did
this?’ the other cop asked as he approached the young man.

Chuck answered him, ‘I don’t know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran.’

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each

‘That guy works here,’ the wounded cop continued. ‘Yep,’ George said, ‘just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job.’

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher.. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, ‘Why?’

Chuck just said, ‘Merry Christmas boy … and you too, George, and thanks for everything .’

‘Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems.’

George went into the back room and came out with a box. He
pulled out a ring box. ‘Here you go, something for the little woman. I don’t think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day.’

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. ‘I can’t take this,’ said the young man. ‘It means something to you.’

‘And now it means something to you,’ replied George. ‘I got my memories. That’s all I need.’

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. Here’s something for that little man of yours.’

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.

‘And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You
keep that too,’ George said, ‘Now git home to your family.’

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. ‘I’ll be here in the morning for work, if that job is open.’

‘Nope. I’m closed Christmas day,’
George said. ‘See ya the day after.’

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. ‘Where’d you come from? I thought you left?’

‘I’ve been here. I have always been here,’ said the stranger..
‘You say you don’t celebrate Christmas. Why?’

‘Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn’t see what all the bother was. Puttin’ up a tree just seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin’ cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn’t the same by myself and besides I was gettin’ a little chubby.’

The stranger put his hand on George’s shoulder. ‘But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry.

The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. ‘That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as
good as any man.’

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said.
‘And how do you know all this?’ asked the old man.

‘Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again.’

The stranger moved toward the door. ‘If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big
celebration planned.’

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

You see, George … it’s My birthday. Merry Christmas.’

George fell to his knees and replied,

‘Happy Birthday, Lord.’

With all the holiday rush, try to remember,that sometimes showing a little kindness might be more rewarding than any of us could ever know.

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