Counterattack

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Well, I really have to congratulate Barack Obama on a clear victory last night. And to all his supporters, especially to black Americans, this can do nothing but make them feel they are a solid part of the American story.


I was dismayed when I saw that McCain lost and was getting close to panicking when I heard two co-workers say it was a landslide. For a couple hours the implications were staggering me. But I looked it up in Wikipedia when I got home and was relieved to find out an electoral landslide was more like Reagan's 489 to Carter's 49, much different from Obama's current 349 to McCain's 161.

Whew, so, America is not giving the Democrats a mandate from the people. They haven't totally repudiated conservatism, the Republican Party and Sarah Palin completely.


Then the fears swirled around in my head: economic ruin, military defeats, no freedom of speech from the fairness doctrine, self-prostituting judges, 24 hour Chris Matthews and a return to partial birth abortions, among others....

Then came the impulse to declare myself as Obama's loyal opposition, veeeery loyal to him and veeeery opposed to his every liberal thrust. That brought me to thinking more and more about the future which caused me to consider the past. What's the best thing to do when losing a battle? Counterattack!


In my opinion, the best response we could take following a disaster of a liberal presidency after he totally tanks the economy- and I'm not talking 6% unemployment and one quarter of economic downturn, like we have now, I'm talking about double digit unemployment, widespread company bankruptcies, quarter after quarter of negative growth, sort of like stagflation under Jimmy Carter, where the whole country is dominated by a general malaise, then it would be up to us to reassert conservative principles into the public narrative.


So, God help us, true Republican reformers in 2012, like Sarah Palin, people who have already KICKED corrupt Republican ASS, can lay into the Republican leadership and the Democrats too, reform government on the federal level and usher in a new Reaganism, that may just provide decades, once again, of freedom and economic prosperity. It could just happen.




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More good news

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Talk about relieved and happy. For years my pulse has been around 100 to 110 beats a minute. Until recently I thought the norm was 60 to 80 and I felt there was something wrong with my heart though, like a typical male, I didn't do anything about it except worry.

Last month I googled about heart rates and found out that the norm was actually 60 to 100, and also that at 110 I may have a slight tachcardia. More anxiety. WELL, this morning while getting that all checked out at the VA Clinic, during my EKG I was happy to find out my pulse was all the way down to 71!!!


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Wow, what a difference! I'm so surprised that 3 or 4 months of running would have such an effect on my cardiovascular system. Can you imagine what getting up to marathon level would do? Right now my longest run has been 9 miles. 26 miles, wow, I will be able to exert myself like a freight train!
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The Gut

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For decades I have been plagued by the Gut. My body shape was inherited from my father. I remember as a child remarking several times to myself how big his Gut was and how it just stopped at his beltline as if all his fat suddenly stopped by a very strong strap of leather.

Well, I was fortunate enough to gain the same body shape. Lovely. I remember a pregnant gal at work who was 8 months along looking at me one day and saying, “You look more pregnant than I do.” A lovely young lady.

Years later another gal, this time a friend of mine, remarked on the Gut, saying, “It seems like it's not really a part of you.” Now there's a truly lovely gal (no irony this time). It's an accurate statement, my arms are very skinny and my legs are nowhere near fat. It's just that this big Gut hangs on the front of me.

Well, now that I've lost 17 pounds and am training for a half marathon, when I see my dwindling Gut in the mirror I say, “I'm gonna get you, sucka!”

In fact, the other night, I was lying on my back in bed and noticed that for the first time my belly was nearly flat with gravity sucking it in. Wow, I can really lick this monumental appendage to my body, I began to think.

Tonight I examined my body's profile in the mirror and saw that instead of bulging in a complete sphere the Gut actually had a flat aspect to it, after the initial bulge. I squinted my eyes at the mirror.

“I'm gonna get you, sucka!”
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McCain's grand slam finale

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I'm going to fight for my cause every day as your president. I'm going to fight to make sure every American has every reason to thank God as I thank him that I'm an American. A proud citizen of the greatest country on earth. And with hard work with strong faith and with a little courage great things are always in our reach.

Fight with me! Fight with me! Fight for what's right with our country. Fight for the ideals and character of a free people. Fight for our children's future. Fight for justice and opportunity for all.

Stand up to defend our country against its enemies. Stand up for each other. For a ++++ beautiful _____ America. Stand up! Stand up and fight! Nothing is inevitable here. We're Americans! We never give up! We never quit. We never hide from history. We make history!

Thank you and God bless you and God bless America.

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Announcing my crazy ambition

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From couch potato to
marathon runner!
Follow my progress on my blog!
www.vegasbaby8.blogspot

Can a fat slob transform himself into a long distance runner???
Is he crazy, obsessed or just plain determined to achieve such a personal milestone?

Well, we're gonna find out. I have always loved long distance running ever since my freshman year in high school where I raced in cross country competitions. In my early twenties while stationed in the Navy in San Diego I ran a 10k race. Then in my late twenties while living 100 yards from the UNLV running track I got up to 6 mile runs.

Then began the long dormancy and now, 27 years later, I am determined to finish the entire 26.2 mile Las Vegas Marathon on December 7! I have jogged for a couple months now to get the kinks out and plan on joining the Las Vegas Roadrunners' training program for the next 3 months.

I am looking for sponsors to help cover the costs of the race, training program, garments and equipment. Will you help?

The race and training program and package is $155.
Garments are approximately $40
Running shoes are approximately $100
Equipment costs are approximately $45
6 Sponsor tee shirts approximately $100

Total cost approximately $440

Any amount you can help me with will be greatly appreciated.

contact me
TimPoet2002 at yahoo dot com
My paypal account username is the above email addy
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A sendoff

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My best friend and roommate's daughter is about to leave for a year of university work in Italy. We are having a sendoff for her this Saturday so I composed this for her:

Katie Kay


She is not a wanderer,
Lo, the young maiden is an adventurer
True soul, quiet and still, so strong.

A woman with a purpose
A young lady soon to stretch her soul
and take residence abroad
To see new sights
Make new friends
To learn
To teach.

And we, all gathered here,
In our love for her,
Bid her godspeed
to Italy
and then godspeed
home.

Katie Kay
Traveler over the seas!
Katie Kay
Beloved of our hearts.

Haste, haste away
and when the year is done
Haste, haste to home!
Where we shall gather again
and drink to your name.
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Today...

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Just got done jogging. 20 minutes non-stop. Gonna make it an hour 3-5 times a week come November. This month's goal is 30 minutes- hell, maybe 45! I am going to take control of my body. I will shape it the way I want it to go. No longer a couch potato!

Likewise, my addiction. I'm going to take control of my lusts just as my body. I will shape my soul into a winner's soul.

Still trying to convince ex I am not a toy, but a man who acted like a boy and hurt her terribly, but still have real feelings and deserve to have those feelings respected.

Be careful when you say you stand, lest you fall....
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