By a vote of 15-12, the DNC committee meeting in DC just rejected a motion to seat all of Florida’s delegates to the nominating convention. An unhappy audience interrupted the proceedings to chant “Denver!” for about two minutes.

An alternate motion to divvy pledged delegates by awarding one half vote for each is still under discussion, but drew loud hisses from the crowd.

Meanwhile, one committee member just said, “Do you like Democracy? Well, this is the next best thing” about the compromise.

Peanuts! Popcorn! Cold beer!

Oh, here we go: the count is in: unanimous (27 for, with one committee member from Florida unable to vote). The DNC will count each Florida delegate as one-half vote.

Now the same motion is under discussion for Michigan.

Fasten your seatbelts: Here’s Harold Ickes, who rises “in opposition” and “finds it inexplicable that this body … is going to fly in the face of … fair reflection. This motion will hijack, hijack, remove four delegates won by Hillary Clinton and (negate the votes) of 600,000 Michigan voters… This body is going to substitute its judgment for 600,000 voters, now that’s Democracy!” He is stunned at “the gall and chutzpah.”

He’s arguing that you can’t violate “fair reflection,” citing its inclusion in the DNC charter. A vote for the half-vote motion would strip his candidate Hillary Clinton of four votes.

“Mrs. Clinton has instructed me to reserve her right to take this to the credentials committee” at the convention, he says. The crowd chants “Denver! Denver!” again.

I think Ickes is going to vote against the motion. Hard to tell, he’s so coy about his feelings.

In the end, I predict each state will get half its delegates. I guess the DNC could only afford a six-inch ruler with which to swat knuckles!


7:16 pm EDT: Indeed, Fla & Mich are now DNC demi-states.

6:10 pm EDT: Barack and Michelle Obama have just terminated their church membership in the Trinity United Church of Christ, CNN is reporting as breaking news. There is no story posted yet on its web site, but here’s one link that reports the same thing. Offical updates to come…

6:30 pm EDT: Here ya go, official confirmation.

Will this be enough to appease the ugly Americans who still think he is Muslim because his first name ryhmes with Osama and his middle name is Hussein ? And what if he were Muslim? Wasn’t America founded for freedom of religion?



Now that this racist clown’s name is becoming well-known, how many other videos will surface? And will Obama once again say he was never in attendance when this “good friend” of Trinity did his thing?

Click here to view another fantastic sermon at Trinity Church.

Rupert Murdoch, new US citizen, and trumpeter of Fox News, declared that Barack Obama would easily defeat John McCain this November. Stating since that the population has become less and less pleased with the Republican administration, and that since John McCain has been too long in the Senate to any longer stand for anything, he predicted that Obama would become the next president. Murdoch even hinted that he might vote for Obama. No truth to the rumor that Al Franken is expected to announce his support for McCain.

Despite what some think, my prediction is that the Democrats will put an end to the three ring circus that is the race for their party’s nomination to bed sooner rather than later.

The endgame starts on Saturday, when the DNC’s Rules and Bylaws Committee, a group that has about as good a decision-making system as Eliot Spitzer, will meet to settle the dispute over the Michigan and Florida delegations.

Clinton wants the full delegations from both seated, Obama wants none of them. A compromise is more likely, with half of the delegates from each state seated. Now while a majority of these delegates would be pledged to Clinton, but it would not put a significant dent in Obama’s delegate lead.

Some that support the Clinton campaign knows its dead, and now they feel it is just trying to make the corpse look pretty for the viewing.

One Clinton supporter on the rules panel, who asked not to be named in order to be able to discuss the matter candidly, conceded that there was virtually no outcome in the committee that could lead to a Clinton victory.

“It’s not going to make a difference,” the Clinton ally said. “At the end of the day, what we do on Saturday is not going to change the fact that Obama is going to win the nomination.”

Clinton is crying a river that the votes in Florida and Michigan need to be counted, but oh my, what would happen if the shoe was on the other foot? You can bet that she would be fighting every effort in the world to have them sat at the convention. The fact that she’s losing is just an inconvenient truth. (Sorry Al).

And then there is this quote:

Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz (D-Fla.), a Clinton supporter, said in an interview that there would be “varying degrees of disappointment” if Florida wound up with less than a full delegation. “Anything short of that is pointless,” she said. “The nerves in Florida are still very raw when it comes to the question of counting our votes.”

Disappointment Representative Schultz?

That disappointment should be laid squarely at the feet of your own party’s state committee, who told the DNC to shove it up their rear end and broke the rules to schedule their primary earlier in the nomination process. The ironic part of their inane, childish and plain old stupid efforts to make themselves more relevant in the process is if they had follow the policy set up, they never would have lost their delegates and likely would have played a significant role.

Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get over it.

Part two of the endgame is Sunday, with the biggest remaining prize of the primary season taking place in Puerto Rico. No, they can’t vote for president, but they sure can help pick the nominee, as was already discussed on PD.

Clinton is likely to win this contest, win a couple more delegates than Obama and declare that the will of the people have spoken, and that she should obviously be the nominee.

Next stop on the endgame train is Tuesday for the final two primaries in Montana and South Dakota, where you can pretty much anticipate par for the recent course – Obama and Clinton basically split the delegates evenly.

Which brings us to the coup de grace.

Nancy Pelosi is already setting up machinations to end this mess. She has said for some time now that she would support the candidate with the majority of the elected delegates at the end of the primary cycle, which we will see in Montana and South Dakota. Pelosi brings her superdelegate vote, along with a mess of others, that is very likely to put Obama over the delegate count he needs to win.

Clinton is desperate, but she isn’t stupid. Once Obama has surpassed the delegate threshold, for the good of the party she’ll fold up the tents.

Samantha Power knew the score. See, when the former Barack Obama advisor told a Scottish newspaper that Hillary Clinton was a “monster” who is “stooping to anything” to try to win the Democratic presidential nomination, she wasn’t fooling. Still, in a swirl of trumped up controversy, Power resigned from the Obama campaign and apologized for the comments.

But two months later, Power’s assessments ring true, don’t they? Reeking of desperation, Clinton has squandered an opportunity to exit the presidential race graciously. But the past few weeks, Hillary Clinton has developed a horrible case of Hoof-In-Mouth Disease. From race-baiting to raising the specter of assassination to playing the sex card, Clinton has moved beyond grasping at straws. In fact, she’s more like that charming, charismatic, brilliant, but ultimately underachieving college student who blew off class most of the semester, but asked the professor for a reprieve during the week of finals (lousy Professor Gamble. No one cared about your Geology 101 class, dude).

But I digress.

To paraphrase Don Rumsfeld, we are in the last throes of Hillary For President, and by “last throes,” we mean “yeah, right.” It doesn’t matter that Obama by most media tallies is less than four dozen delegates away from securing the nomination. Still, Monster Clinton will take the DNC’s Rules and Bylaws Committee to the mat Saturday over Florida and Michigan in an effort to legitimize illegitimate primary results. And it looks like no matter what, she already has saved up the gall necessary to try to broker the Democratic Convention come August. If the Monster’s antics scare the electorate and prevent the Democrats from taking the White House, then Clinton wouldn’t have burned her political bridges – she would have napalmed them.

And yet, the Monster is not going to stop. You thought her mentioning Robert Kennedy’s assassination in 1968 was reprehensible? Wait till she alludes to what a sniper’s bullet did to the last eloquent, popular black guy who ran for president (who cares that it was fiction?) You think her yelling at the top of her lungs that she’s got the white vote is repulsive? Wait till she mention that her “opponent” (Have you noticed that Clinton doesn’t even utter Obama’s name anymore, signifying her absolute disdain for the Democratic frontrunner?) has a last name that rhymes with “Osama.” And you think that her race-baiting throughout the campaign has been abhorrent? Wait until she climbs up the town bell tower, a la the town idiot in Mel Brooks’ “Blazing Saddles” and shout Obama’s race from the top of her lungs.

(See, in “Blazing Saddles,” the town idiot is perched atop the bell tower to get the first look at the new sheriff riding into town. But when he recognized the sheriff is black, the idiot resorted to name calling. “He’s a (racial epithet)!” he yells to the townspeople below, but gets drowned out by the ringing of the bell every time he tries to get out the racial slur.)

Oh no. We aren’t in the last throes of anything. Hell, it’s even possible the Hillary Monster will still be on the campaign trail after the general election November 4.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.


Regular PD reader Bruce sent along an interesting piece from The Politico that some GOP pundits think that (brace yourself for this) Hillary Clinton may be right and that McCain could beat Barack Obama by a margin greater than Dubbya beat John Kerry in 2004.

Among the 10 strategists interviewed by Politico for this story, there was near-uniform belief that had any other Republican been nominated, the party’s prospects in November would be nil.

“No disrespect to the other candidates,” said GOP pollster Glen Bolger, “but if anyone else had been nominated we’d be toast.”

Whoda thunk it?

The current headline on the Huffington Post, in large red block letters, reads simply the following: SEVEN DAYS. Intrigued, I clicked on the headline, only to learn that the SEVEN DAYS refers to…

a.) The number of days that remain on Earth until the Middle East finally self-combusts?

b.) Or the number of days that remain until the entire human population is destroyed by an asteroid the size of a very large asteroid?

c.) Or the number of days that remain until an awkwardly large percentage of society comes together in a nation-wide mass suicide, due to the second place finish of David Archuleta?

Of course not. Let’s not be mostly ridiculous. The SEVEN DAYS on the Huffington Post refers to the number of days remaining until the Democratic primaries are officially over.

And if you think you’re hearing legions of angels singing the “Hallelujah” chorus, you are correct.

While Hillary will most stay likely stay in the race until Arbor Day 2009 (or until all the trees disappear from the planet, whatever occurs first), the fact that the Democratic primaries are over in only a week is kind of a big milestone. Now true, the primaries occur once every four years, and in theory the ending of the primaries shouldn’t be a big deal. But like that one Christmas in 1986 which you spent with your annoying in-laws, this particular year seems much longer than most years.

I have to admit that with the primaries over, I feel a little bit of loss. Sure, now that the primaries are over we can move on to a little something called “the general election.” Nevertheless, I don’t know if I’m quite ready for them to be over yet. They’re like an inappropriate alcoholic uncle who visits twice a year… we’re not necessarily fond of him, but we’ll undoubtedly cry at his funeral. I feel as though I grew up with the primaries, which isn’t that big of a stretch considering that the current primary began while Larry King was going through puberty.

I’m going to miss the 9/11 days of Rudy “9/11” Giuliani. I’m going to miss comparing Dennis and Elizabeth Kucinich to Gollum and Mrs. Way Too Hot for Gollum. I’m going to miss Mike Huckabee’s hidden Christmas card cross, Mike Gravel’s presidential candidacy announcement video/art student project, Chris Dodd’s chance in hell, and Ron Paul’s enthusiastic supporters (only half of whom have actually claim to have been abducted by aliens).

It’s now down to Barack Obama and John McCain. While most Americans are happy to have the primaries over, I will publicly and embarrassingly admit that I’ll miss the circus that has been the primaries. I know I’m in the minority, but like that inappropriate alcoholic uncle, I’m just not sure that I’m ready for the primaries to die yet.

Wait, what’s that? There’s been ANOTHER kerfuffle concerning Hillary and supposed politically incorrect comments about assassination?

I changed my mind. I was ready for these SEVEN DAYS to be over yesterday.


Here’s an excerpt from Obama’s Memorial Day address given in New Mexico:

On this Memorial Day, as our nation honors its unbroken line of fallen heroes — and I see many of them in the audience here today — our sense of patriotism is particularly strong. (Emphasis Added)

Powerline’s John Hinderaker has the details and, in answer to the obvious question, the aformentioned quote was the high mark of the speech. It pretty much degenerated into indecipherable sound bytes from there.

So much for Obama’s “soaring, hopeful” rhetoric.


Thoughts On Memorial Day


Filed Under General on May 26 

The origins of Memorial Day can be traced back to the 1860s when it was designated as Decoration Day – a day to decorate the graves of fallen Civil War soldiers both Union and Confederate. About a century later it was changed from May 30th to the last Monday in May and renamed “Memorial Day”.

Since that time it has marked both a day of remembrance and the opening of the Summer season. On this day much merriment will be made, sales will be made, and barbeques will be lit. In addition – and no doubt more importantly – honor will be rendered to those who have given the last full measure of devotion to their country. It is, to paraphrase Abraham Lincoln, all together fitting and proper that we should do this.

I spent the first twenty years of my life in and around the United States Army. Father Cordeiro was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant shortly after I was born. Because of the nomadic existence inherent in the life of a soldier’s family, for all intents and purposes I have no hometown. When people ask me where I’m from, I simply reply, “I’m from the United States Army.” Thus, though I have not worn my country’s uniform, those who do and have are and always shall be – to me anyway – family.

On the National Mall in Washington DC there is a beautiful monument dedicated to those of the Greatest Generation who fought in the last truly Global War. The World War II Memorial is truly a stunning piece of architecture and symbolism. The centerpiece of the monument is a field of 4,000 stars upon which is inscribed this simple phrase:

Here We Mark The Price Of Freedom

Each of the 4,000 stars represents 100 soldiers, sailors, airmen, or marines who died in World War II. To save you the math, it equates to roughly 400,000 lives. That was the price paid for freedom some six decades ago. About two years ago I took my family to that memorial. As I watched my then three-year old daughter Corderinha toddle across the ground in front of the star field it made me realize just how big a price freedom really is.

This Memorial Day finds the nation again at war. Soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines have been and will be deployed to fight that war. I’ve sometimes found myself unsure exactly how to thank these countrymen of mine for the service they so gallantly render. Yes, there are military charities like Soldier’s Angels and the Semper Fi Fund that do God’s work for the servicemen and women wounded in the line of duty and their families. I highly recommend both of them to you.

On a more personal level, some time ago as I passed through the cavernous labyrinth that is Chicago’s O’Hare Airport I stopped for an overpriced and under-flavored meal. As I finished my meal and prepared to jog down the terminal hall to board my flight, a soldier sat down in the booth across from me. It was obvious to me he was returning from a deployment, possibly on leave but I didn’t have time to ask. The most I could do at that particular point in time was to buy him another round of Miller Lite – which I did. It wasn’t much, but I hope on that day and in that situation it was enough.

I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, Abraham Lincoln.

Here endeth the lesson.

Did you remember to take a moment at 3 p.m. today? I didn’t. So I will take a moment now to honor all those who have made the ultimate sacrifice for Democrats, Republicans, Libertarians, Greenies, et al.

Take an extra moment, please, for the more than 4,000 lost in Iraq. (Not to mention the innumerable souls whose lives have been irreparably changed by the war, including military families.)

Count your blessings and thank (your deity here) that you live in the United States of America.


From a speech by Leo K. Thorsness, recipient of The Congressional Medal of Honor…

You’ve probably seen the bumper sticker somewhere along the road. Itdepicts an American Flag, accompanied by the words “These colors don’t run.”

I’m always glad to see this, because it reminds me of an incident from my confinement in North Vietnam at the Hao Lo POW Camp or the “Hanoi Hilton,” as it became known. Then a Major in the U.S. Air Force, I had been captured and imprisoned from 1967-1973. Our treatment had been frequently brutal.

After three years, however, the beatings and torture became less frequent. During the last year, we were allowed outside most days for a couple of minutes to bathe. We showered by drawing water from a concrete tank with a homemade bucket.

One day as we all stood by the tank, stripped of our clothes, a young Naval pilot named Mike Christian found the remnants of a handkerchief in a gutter that ran under the prison wall. Mike managed to sneak the grimy rag into our cell and began fashioning it into a flag. Over time, we all loaned him a little soap, and he spent days cleaning the material. We helped by scrounging and stealing bits and pieces of anything he could use.

At night, under his mosquito net, Mike worked on the flag. He made red and blue from ground-up roof tiles and tiny amounts of ink and painted the colors onto the cloth with watery rice glue. Using thread from his own blanket and a homemade bamboo needle, he sewed on the stars.

Early in the morning a few days later, when the guards were not alert, he whispered loudly from the back of our cell, “Hey gang, look here.”

He proudly held up this tattered piece of cloth, waving it as if in a breeze. If you used your imagination, you could tell it was supposed to be an American flag. When he raised that smudgy fabric, we automatically stood straight and saluted, our chests puffing out, and more than a few eyes had tears.

About once a week, the guards would strip us, run us outside, and go through our clothing. During one of those shakedowns, they found Mike’s flag. We all knew what would happen. That night they came for him. Night interrogations were always the worst.

They opened the cell door and pulled Mike out. We could hear the beginning of the torture before they even had him in the torture cell. They beat him most of the night.

About daylight, they pushed what was left of him back through the cell door. He was badly broken; even his voice was gone.

Within two weeks, despite the danger, Mike scrounged another piece of cloth and began another flag. The Stars and Stripes, our national symbol, was worth the sacrifice to him.

Now whenever I see the flag, I think of Mike and the morning he first waved that tattered emblem of a nation. It was then, thousands of miles from home, in a lonely prison cell, he showed us what it is to be truly free.

Hat tip to The Patriot Post

Ron Paul supporters may be in unsure of their next move. Libertarians made up much of the support base for Paul, the Republican presidential candidate who has not withdrawn, despite John McCain having acquired the needed delegates to lock up the nomination some time ago. Despite some support for him within the Libertarian Party – and the fact that he was the party’s presidential nominee in 1988 – Paul had indicated he would not seek the Libertarian nomination in 2008.

At the Libertarian Party convention in Denver, fourteen candidates initially sought the nomination, including former Democratic presidential contender, Mike Gravel – yes, he of the bizarre throw-the-rock-in-the-water ad. After six ballots, former Republican Congressman Bob Barr emerged as the party’s nominee for president. Barr, who left the Republican Party in 2006, was a key figure in the Clinton impeachment proceedings.

NeoPaulitans may be torn between supporting Barr as a third party candidate and supporting Paul, with whatever it is that he is doing.