So, Obama chose Timothy Geithner to be his Treasury Secretary. Here is a guy who will be running the IRS, and yet he didn't pay his taxes? Talk about the fox guarding the hen house!
It amazes me that from an ethics standpoint, Obama hasn't asked him to withdraw his name from consideration, but why should I be amazed? So, if Obama doesn't have the wisdom to ask for him to withdraw, would you not think that Geithner himself would withdraw? Of course not. Obviously, ethics and values mean nothing to this administration. It's a total free for all!
With the tax "issues" that Geithner has had, the IRS would be prohibited from hiring him. Yet, he now will become the head of the IRS thanks to our "wonderful" congressmen and senators, not to mention King Obama....I mean President Obama (it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth).
I can't believe that there isn't a "qualified" individual out there who could be the Treasury Secretary, but I guess Obama isn't looking for qualified. What's next? Will he put a child molester in charge of the school system?
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Gaffes run in the Biden Family
Well.....I don't watch Oprah (and don't plan on starting), but I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the clips on the news where Joe and Jill Biden were on Oprah this week. Jill Biden told the world that Obama offered Joe "either the Vice Presidency or Secretary of State". I guess Hilary was second choice?? You can see it on You Tube - Joe is trying to shut her up, but she keeps talking. It's hysterical. I guess Joe's "open mouth, insert foot" traits have worn off on Jill. I can imagine the conversation after the show....Joe saying...."next time honey, just sit there and smile pretty....please don't open your mouth."
The Obama camp tried to deny the story, but it's pretty obvious that Jill was telling the facts. If you don't believe me, see it for yourself: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iS-hu_LgwLs&feature=related
The Obama camp tried to deny the story, but it's pretty obvious that Jill was telling the facts. If you don't believe me, see it for yourself: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iS-hu_LgwLs&feature=related
Inaugural Poem
Here is the transcript from the poem written by Elizabeth Alexander and read by her at Obama's Coronation (I mean Inauguration). The first word that comes to my mind is.....HUH???? But, maybe this was intended to somehow make Obama's speech sound good compared to this???
Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other’s
eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.
All about us is noise. All about us is
noise and bramble, thorn and din, each
one of our ancestors on our tongues.
Someone is stitching up a hem, darning
a hole in a uniform, patching a tire,
repairing the things in need of repair.
Someone is trying to make music somewhere,
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum,
with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky.
A teacher says, Take out your pencils. Begin.
We encounter each other in words, words
spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed,
words to consider, reconsider.
We cross dirt roads and highways that mark
the will of some one and then others, who said
I need to see what’s on the other side.
I know there’s something better down the road.
We need to find a place where we are safe.
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
Say it plain: that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,
picked the cotton and the lettuce, built
brick by brick the glittering edifices
they would then keep clean and work inside of.
Praise song for struggle, praise song for the day.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.
Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,
others by first do no harm or take no more
than you need. What if the mightiest word is love?
Love beyond marital, filial, national,
love that casts a widening pool of light,
love with no need to pre-empt grievance.
In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,
praise song for walking forward in that light.
Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other’s
eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.
All about us is noise. All about us is
noise and bramble, thorn and din, each
one of our ancestors on our tongues.
Someone is stitching up a hem, darning
a hole in a uniform, patching a tire,
repairing the things in need of repair.
Someone is trying to make music somewhere,
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum,
with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky.
A teacher says, Take out your pencils. Begin.
We encounter each other in words, words
spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed,
words to consider, reconsider.
We cross dirt roads and highways that mark
the will of some one and then others, who said
I need to see what’s on the other side.
I know there’s something better down the road.
We need to find a place where we are safe.
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
Say it plain: that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,
picked the cotton and the lettuce, built
brick by brick the glittering edifices
they would then keep clean and work inside of.
Praise song for struggle, praise song for the day.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.
Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,
others by first do no harm or take no more
than you need. What if the mightiest word is love?
Love beyond marital, filial, national,
love that casts a widening pool of light,
love with no need to pre-empt grievance.
In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,
praise song for walking forward in that light.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Another Sad Day
I haven't written on my blog for awhile. Between the holidays and work commitments, I haven't had the time or energy to write. Today though, I guess I just need to let off a little bit of steam.
Living in Delaware, home of Joe Biden, has been extremely depressing this past week. The Obama train is coming from Philadelphia to Wilmington Delaware today to "pick up" Joe Biden at the Wilmington Train Station en route to DC. The entire tristate area is in a frenzy awaiting the arrival of the great messiah Obama. Business is at a stand-still. My colleague had to take the Amtrak to NY from Wilmington on Thursday and all the parking garages were closed in the area. Why did they close them on Thursday when he wasn't coming until Saturday? Parking right across from the train station and walking over is unsafe on a good day, so thanks to the closings, my colleague had to park blocks away and walk (which was very scary for her). Bleachers are being installed at a park near the train station for this "historic" event. If I hear the local news media beaming about "his historic journey to Washington" one more time, I think I'll scream.
My husband wanted to go to Wilmington to see Biden off with a HUGE poster saying "Good Riddance Joe" but we would fear for our very lives if we did that. (Of course, we wouldn't really do it, but it is fun to think about).
It is bitter cold in our area today (8 degrees) and the news media is instructing all the "spectators" attending this "historic" event on how to dress to avoid hypothermia. (Well.....I guess those who voted for Obama aren't too bright so the instruction is probably warranted). 30th Street Station in Philadelphia is also pretty much "locked down" today. This is a huge train station and a main stop for the Amtrak trains so I can't imagine how that will impact travel today for "regular folk". But.....all for a good cause......after all......this is a "historic event" before the "coronation" of "the anointed one." Pulllleeeeezzzze - give me a break.
Sorry for all the sarcasm - I'm normally not this sarcastic but I reached my boiling point watching the drive-by media this week - I honestly thought they were going to break out in song with Kumbaya (don't laugh....it could happen).
How many more days until the next election??? (1389 - YIKES). Keep praying!
Living in Delaware, home of Joe Biden, has been extremely depressing this past week. The Obama train is coming from Philadelphia to Wilmington Delaware today to "pick up" Joe Biden at the Wilmington Train Station en route to DC. The entire tristate area is in a frenzy awaiting the arrival of the great messiah Obama. Business is at a stand-still. My colleague had to take the Amtrak to NY from Wilmington on Thursday and all the parking garages were closed in the area. Why did they close them on Thursday when he wasn't coming until Saturday? Parking right across from the train station and walking over is unsafe on a good day, so thanks to the closings, my colleague had to park blocks away and walk (which was very scary for her). Bleachers are being installed at a park near the train station for this "historic" event. If I hear the local news media beaming about "his historic journey to Washington" one more time, I think I'll scream.
My husband wanted to go to Wilmington to see Biden off with a HUGE poster saying "Good Riddance Joe" but we would fear for our very lives if we did that. (Of course, we wouldn't really do it, but it is fun to think about).
It is bitter cold in our area today (8 degrees) and the news media is instructing all the "spectators" attending this "historic" event on how to dress to avoid hypothermia. (Well.....I guess those who voted for Obama aren't too bright so the instruction is probably warranted). 30th Street Station in Philadelphia is also pretty much "locked down" today. This is a huge train station and a main stop for the Amtrak trains so I can't imagine how that will impact travel today for "regular folk". But.....all for a good cause......after all......this is a "historic event" before the "coronation" of "the anointed one." Pulllleeeeezzzze - give me a break.
Sorry for all the sarcasm - I'm normally not this sarcastic but I reached my boiling point watching the drive-by media this week - I honestly thought they were going to break out in song with Kumbaya (don't laugh....it could happen).
How many more days until the next election??? (1389 - YIKES). Keep praying!
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