Under the USA Today editorial praising the 'Gang of Six' offers balanced approach to debt reduction, Jim Jordan gives an opposing view I very much agree with.
"If this bad deal sounds familiar, it should. In 1982 Congress and the president agreed to cut $3 of spending for every $1 of tax increases. The tax hikes were real but the spending cuts vanuished into thin air. The same thing happened again in the 1990 deal, and there is no reason to expect anything different this time."
Rep Jim Jordan R of Ohio is Chairman of the
Republican Study Committyee, which is devoted to advancing a conservative agenda in the house.
Go with the 'Gang of 234', not the dastardly 'Gang of 6'.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
1950's ... Thanks Sarah Rapp!
SamKat apologizes not to have the illustrations of the original email.
version of an E-Mail I
have no idea who put this together, but it is
wonderful!!
Long
ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of
Camelot. There lived a race of innocents,
and they were you and me,
For
Ike was in the White House in that land where we
were born, Where navels were for oranges,
and
Peyton
Place
was porn.
We
longed for love and romance, and waited for our
Prince, Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no
one's seen him since.
We
danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger
Lee' And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land
That Made Me,Me.
Only
girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too
many, And only boys wore flat-top cuts,
except for Jean
McKinney.
And
only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
A boy named George with Lipstick, in the
Land That Made Me,Me.
We
fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so
nice, And when they made a movie, they never
made it twice..
We
didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and
Three, Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land
That Made Me, Me.
Miss
Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a
limp, And Reagan was a Democrat whose
co-star was a chimp.
We
had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T, And Oprah
couldn't talk yet, in the Land That Made
Me,Me.
We had our share of heroes, we never thought
they'd go, At least not Bobby Darin, or
Marilyn Monroe.
For
youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made
Me,Me.
We'd
never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be
Dead, And Airplanes weren't named
Jefferson
, and Zeppelins were not Led.
And
Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived
in trees, Madonna was Mary in the Land That
Made Me,Me.
We'd
never heard of microwaves, or telephones in
cars, And babies might be bottle-fed, but
they were not grown in jars.
And
pumping iron got wrinkles out, and 'gay' meant
fancy-free, And dorms were never co-ed in
the Land That Made Me,Me.
We
hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the
lag, And microchips were what was left at
the bottom of the bag.
And
hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from
a flea, And rocket ships were fiction in the
Land That Made Me,Me.
Buicks
came with portholes, and side shows came with
freaks, And bathing suits came big enough to
cover both your cheeks.
And
Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the
knee, And Castro came to power near the Land
That Made Me,Me.
We
had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no
Hill
Street
Blues, We had no patterned pantyhose or
Lipton herbal tea Or
prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the
Land That Made Me,Me.
There
were no golden arches, no Perrier to
chill, And
fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not
called Bill
And
middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three,
And ancient were our parents in the Land
That Made Me,Me.
But
all things have a season, or so we've heard them
say, And now instead of Maybelline we swear
by Retin-A. They send us invitations to join
AARP, We've come a long way, baby, from the
Land That Made Me, Me.
So
now we face a brave new world in slightly larger
jeans, And wonder why they're using smaller
print in magazines. And we tell our
children's children of the way it used to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made
Me, Me.
If
you didn't grow upor
live in the fifties, you missed the greatest
time in history, Hope
you enjoyed this read as much as I
did. If
So, PLEASE FORWARD...
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version of an E-Mail I
have no idea who put this together, but it is
wonderful!!
Long
ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of
Camelot. There lived a race of innocents,
and they were you and me,
For
Ike was in the White House in that land where we
were born, Where navels were for oranges,
and
Peyton
Place
was porn.
We
longed for love and romance, and waited for our
Prince, Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no
one's seen him since.
We
danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger
Lee' And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land
That Made Me,Me.
Only
girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too
many, And only boys wore flat-top cuts,
except for Jean
McKinney.
And
only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
A boy named George with Lipstick, in the
Land That Made Me,Me.
We
fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so
nice, And when they made a movie, they never
made it twice..
We
didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and
Three, Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land
That Made Me, Me.
Miss
Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a
limp, And Reagan was a Democrat whose
co-star was a chimp.
We
had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T, And Oprah
couldn't talk yet, in the Land That Made
Me,Me.
We had our share of heroes, we never thought
they'd go, At least not Bobby Darin, or
Marilyn Monroe.
For
youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made
Me,Me.
We'd
never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be
Dead, And Airplanes weren't named
Jefferson
, and Zeppelins were not Led.
And
Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived
in trees, Madonna was Mary in the Land That
Made Me,Me.
We'd
never heard of microwaves, or telephones in
cars, And babies might be bottle-fed, but
they were not grown in jars.
And
pumping iron got wrinkles out, and 'gay' meant
fancy-free, And dorms were never co-ed in
the Land That Made Me,Me.
We
hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the
lag, And microchips were what was left at
the bottom of the bag.
And
hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from
a flea, And rocket ships were fiction in the
Land That Made Me,Me.
Buicks
came with portholes, and side shows came with
freaks, And bathing suits came big enough to
cover both your cheeks.
And
Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the
knee, And Castro came to power near the Land
That Made Me,Me.
We
had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no
Hill
Street
Blues, We had no patterned pantyhose or
Lipton herbal tea Or
prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the
Land That Made Me,Me.
There
were no golden arches, no Perrier to
chill, And
fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not
called Bill
And
middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three,
And ancient were our parents in the Land
That Made Me,Me.
But
all things have a season, or so we've heard them
say, And now instead of Maybelline we swear
by Retin-A. They send us invitations to join
AARP, We've come a long way, baby, from the
Land That Made Me, Me.
So
now we face a brave new world in slightly larger
jeans, And wonder why they're using smaller
print in magazines. And we tell our
children's children of the way it used to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made
Me, Me.
If
you didn't grow upor
live in the fifties, you missed the greatest
time in history, Hope
you enjoyed this read as much as I
did. If
So, PLEASE FORWARD...
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Psalm 109:8 ... Thanks Sarah DuPuy Rapp!
Everyone, start praying ! ! ! ! !
Psalm 109:8
I was in slow-moving traffic the other day and I was stopped behind a car that had an unusual Obama bumper sticker on it. It read: "Pray for Obama. Psalm 109:8".
When I got home I got out the Bible and opened it up to the scripture. I began to. I couldn't believe what it said.
Psalm 109:8 ~ "Let his days be few and brief; and let others step forward to replace him."
At last -- I can honestly voice a Biblical prayer for our president! Look it up -- it is word for word! Let us all bow our heads and pray.
Brothers and Sisters, can I get an AMEN?
Psalm 109:8
I was in slow-moving traffic the other day and I was stopped behind a car that had an unusual Obama bumper sticker on it. It read: "Pray for Obama. Psalm 109:8".
When I got home I got out the Bible and opened it up to the scripture. I began to. I couldn't believe what it said.
Psalm 109:8 ~ "Let his days be few and brief; and let others step forward to replace him."
At last -- I can honestly voice a Biblical prayer for our president! Look it up -- it is word for word! Let us all bow our heads and pray.
Brothers and Sisters, can I get an AMEN?
Wow! ... Dr. Hovermale hits another out of the park!
Subject: Patriotic Maxine
Minorities
We need to show more sympathy for these people.
* They travel miles in the heat.
* They risk their lives crossing a border.
* They don't get paid enough wages.
* They do jobs that others won't do or are afraid to do.
* They live in crowded conditions among a people who speak a different language.
* They rarely see their families, and they face adversity all day ~ every day..
I'm not talking about illegal Mexicans ~
I'm talking about our troops!
Doesn't it seem strange that so many are willing to lavish all kinds of social benefits on illegals, but don't support our troops?
Wouldn't it be great if we took the $360,000,000,000 (that's billion) we spend on illegals every year, and spend it on our troops!!!
Please pass this on; this is worth the short time it takes.
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his/her life, wrote a blank check made payable to˜The United States of America for any amount, up to and including his/her life.
Minorities
We need to show more sympathy for these people.
* They travel miles in the heat.
* They risk their lives crossing a border.
* They don't get paid enough wages.
* They do jobs that others won't do or are afraid to do.
* They live in crowded conditions among a people who speak a different language.
* They rarely see their families, and they face adversity all day ~ every day..
I'm not talking about illegal Mexicans ~
I'm talking about our troops!
Doesn't it seem strange that so many are willing to lavish all kinds of social benefits on illegals, but don't support our troops?
Wouldn't it be great if we took the $360,000,000,000 (that's billion) we spend on illegals every year, and spend it on our troops!!!
Please pass this on; this is worth the short time it takes.
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his/her life, wrote a blank check made payable to˜The United States of America for any amount, up to and including his/her life.
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