the press conference

Dammit Mr. President.  STOP telling me you "inherited" this or that.  STOP.  I don't care what you inherited.  It is your deal now.  Man up and own it.  

Updated:  Stop it..."it was here when I got here."  God almighty, just own it.  What in heaven's name have we elected?  

I think I'm going to have to turn off the tv.  I've been watching for all of 30 seconds.

Some reading, Lenten and otherwise

I'm deep in the start of Sugarfoot Yarns...that blog is over here.  But life goes on.  Read something briefly this morning so true, so simple and direct and right, though, that I needed to share it.  

I'm against government funding of embryonic stem cell research.  It is wrong, and I think it is dangerous.  God didn't intend for us to meddle in our mortality like this.  But P.J. O'Rourke has made a beautiful argument against it here.  He has cancer...if anyone could "justify" this, he could.  But he doesn't.  Read it.  Obama is wrong, dangerously so, and unfortunately the "least of these" will be the ones to pay for his ignorance.

I didn't give up anything for Lent, but I tried to take on a Lenten discipline of reading a book.  So for me it is Seven Storey Mountain by Thomas Merton.  I'm only a little into it, but so far it is excellent.  I'll share more later, but I'd encourage you to pick it up.

Too far?

Has he gone too far?  A trillion here, a trillion there, that's just money between friends, right?  But this, trying to negotiate with that guy up there by LETTER?  God help us all.