Here we are again celebrating the self-acknowledged worst posts in the Blogphere or the Online Magazines to use the newer buzzword, in the only carnival never to have been Instalaunched proving even Glenn has standards. While everyone else was out ce…

The battle for liberty and freedom marches on. I’m guessing the moonbats you mention have always been around. Keep up the good fight!

The Fourth of July means a lot of things to a lot of people. Traditionally it has meant baseball, and lots of it. For many it means backyard grilling with family and friends. For still others, especially the children, it’s

We can’t allow ourselves to permanently slip into the national indegestion funk you’ve so perfectly described, though. Not when the future of America, the future of our children, is at stake.

That’s sure as heck why I’m blogging. Depresses me sometimes… often, lately. BUT…

If even one mind is given pause by what we write about. If even just one more dollar is raised to help thwart the cancerious powers from within that mean to undermine everything on which our country was founded (read: ACLU). If even just one vote in congress is changed by the pressure we help put on our elected representatives.

What little dent we can make, let’s go for it. (OK, grumpingly if we must.)

Cheer up! Eat a brat! Happy Fourth!

PS I’m going to a Memphis Red Birds minor league game with my extended in-law family today… After some great BBQ on Beale St. Can’t wait! Minor league is the best for family fun and patriotism. (And, it hurts less when your team loses.)