Let's see what's shakin' today...
For the life of me, I can't understand how the Democrats can sleep at night.
According the the Washington Times, The House yesterday passed legislation that would require voters to show a valid photo identification in federal elections over the overwhelming objections of Democrats who compared the bill to segregation-era measures aimed at disenfranchising Southern blacks.
What???
The bill was written to decrease, if not entirely eliminate, voter fraud. But Democrats, siding with groups that work on behalf of minorities and illegal aliens, called the bill a "modern-day poll tax" and said it would place an insurmountable burden on voters and infringe upon their voting rights, according to the article.
Look, the only thing that upsets the Dems is the fact that the bill will stop illegal aliens from voting. Any, and every, legal citizen has the right to either a driver's license or a state issued I.D. To compare it to segregation-era measures only serve to stir up bad memories and dilute the horrors of segregation.
The unbashed hypocrisy of the Democratic party is beyond the pale. GOPers may have their moments, but at least it's not as obvious (or as out of touch with the average American).
Hugo Chavez has left NY. But not before he came up with a wonderful idea - moving the UN to South America. I can't tell you how much I would enjoy that. My first thought was to move it to the top floors of the new Freedom Tower, but moving it out of the country entirely?
As Lundberg would say, "that would be great."
Chavez calling Bush the devil reminded me of a comment made by former Dallas Cowboy star running back, Duane Thomas. Thomas, a gifted athlete who let drugs, anger and bad advice destroy what could have been a Hall of Fame career, made some very critical comments about then-Cowboy General Manager Tex Schramm, calling Schramm "sick, demented and completely dishonest" Schramm retorted, "That's not bad. He got two out or three right!"
Speaking of the Dallas Cowboys, On Monday, I passed the 33rd anniversary of former All-Pro offensive lineman John Niland's breaking into (or attempting to break into) my house. For those of you who do not know the story, Niland - at the time one of the best linemen in the game - went on a bad "trip" late one night and started running down the streets of North Dallas, searching for his wife, Irene. In the book, Cowboys Have Always Been My Heroes, Peter Golenbock - famed author of Red Sox Nation and Ball Four, quoted Niland, saying that while he was running, he had an "out-of-body" experience and knew he had to find his wife, in order to share it with her.
Ironically, as he was becoming "born again" (his words, not mine), he turned down a small street and pounded on the door of the second house on the right. At the time, he was somewhat incoherent and was screaming for his wife.
My father answered and immediately recognized the behemoth of a man. After the initial shock, he directed him to a house across the street (why that house, I'll never know), and when he left, called the community Co-of patrol. My father reasoned that he didn't call the Dallas police because as a huge Cowboy fan, didn't want Niland to get into anymore trouble then he already was in.
Within minutes, the patrol car arrived to find the neighbor pointing a rifle at Niland to keep him from getting closer (this was Texas after all). The police eventually arrived and escorted Niland away in a paddy wagon.
A couple of days later, Niland again showed up at our door - this time composed. He wanted to apologize and explain himself. He told us that he had this vision from G-d that sent him to our house. When he found out my father was a Rabbi, he broke down and cried. He realized that had he gone to any other house, he may have been shot. When it was time for him to leave, he asked my father what he could do to make it up to us. My dad, being the sly politician most pulpit Rabbis are, suggested that he should attend the upcoming Selichos service (a midnight service on the Saturday night before Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year). Since the purpose of this service is to usher in the season of teshuva (repentance), his appearing at this service would demonstrate his regret.
As much as that was a good idea spiritually, my father admitted that he rightly figured he'd get a record turnout to the otherwise lightly attended service. So, Niland was there as where about 200 kids from the (at the time) small orthodox community.
If you ever want to read the story in full, check out Golenbock's book.
For the life of me, I can't understand how the Democrats can sleep at night.
According the the Washington Times, The House yesterday passed legislation that would require voters to show a valid photo identification in federal elections over the overwhelming objections of Democrats who compared the bill to segregation-era measures aimed at disenfranchising Southern blacks.
What???
The bill was written to decrease, if not entirely eliminate, voter fraud. But Democrats, siding with groups that work on behalf of minorities and illegal aliens, called the bill a "modern-day poll tax" and said it would place an insurmountable burden on voters and infringe upon their voting rights, according to the article.
Look, the only thing that upsets the Dems is the fact that the bill will stop illegal aliens from voting. Any, and every, legal citizen has the right to either a driver's license or a state issued I.D. To compare it to segregation-era measures only serve to stir up bad memories and dilute the horrors of segregation.
The unbashed hypocrisy of the Democratic party is beyond the pale. GOPers may have their moments, but at least it's not as obvious (or as out of touch with the average American).
Hugo Chavez has left NY. But not before he came up with a wonderful idea - moving the UN to South America. I can't tell you how much I would enjoy that. My first thought was to move it to the top floors of the new Freedom Tower, but moving it out of the country entirely?
As Lundberg would say, "that would be great."
Chavez calling Bush the devil reminded me of a comment made by former Dallas Cowboy star running back, Duane Thomas. Thomas, a gifted athlete who let drugs, anger and bad advice destroy what could have been a Hall of Fame career, made some very critical comments about then-Cowboy General Manager Tex Schramm, calling Schramm "sick, demented and completely dishonest" Schramm retorted, "That's not bad. He got two out or three right!"
Speaking of the Dallas Cowboys, On Monday, I passed the 33rd anniversary of former All-Pro offensive lineman John Niland's breaking into (or attempting to break into) my house. For those of you who do not know the story, Niland - at the time one of the best linemen in the game - went on a bad "trip" late one night and started running down the streets of North Dallas, searching for his wife, Irene. In the book, Cowboys Have Always Been My Heroes, Peter Golenbock - famed author of Red Sox Nation and Ball Four, quoted Niland, saying that while he was running, he had an "out-of-body" experience and knew he had to find his wife, in order to share it with her.
Ironically, as he was becoming "born again" (his words, not mine), he turned down a small street and pounded on the door of the second house on the right. At the time, he was somewhat incoherent and was screaming for his wife.
My father answered and immediately recognized the behemoth of a man. After the initial shock, he directed him to a house across the street (why that house, I'll never know), and when he left, called the community Co-of patrol. My father reasoned that he didn't call the Dallas police because as a huge Cowboy fan, didn't want Niland to get into anymore trouble then he already was in.
Within minutes, the patrol car arrived to find the neighbor pointing a rifle at Niland to keep him from getting closer (this was Texas after all). The police eventually arrived and escorted Niland away in a paddy wagon.
A couple of days later, Niland again showed up at our door - this time composed. He wanted to apologize and explain himself. He told us that he had this vision from G-d that sent him to our house. When he found out my father was a Rabbi, he broke down and cried. He realized that had he gone to any other house, he may have been shot. When it was time for him to leave, he asked my father what he could do to make it up to us. My dad, being the sly politician most pulpit Rabbis are, suggested that he should attend the upcoming Selichos service (a midnight service on the Saturday night before Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year). Since the purpose of this service is to usher in the season of teshuva (repentance), his appearing at this service would demonstrate his regret.
As much as that was a good idea spiritually, my father admitted that he rightly figured he'd get a record turnout to the otherwise lightly attended service. So, Niland was there as where about 200 kids from the (at the time) small orthodox community.
If you ever want to read the story in full, check out Golenbock's book.
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