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24Dec/100

Chicago Dogs

You could read the WSJ's write-by-the-numbers piece, or you could go read something worthwhile on the subject of Rahm's mayoral candidacy from Jay Tea. Up to you, really.

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24Dec/104

And a time to f*ck that sh*t.

--Ecclesiastes. Google it.

On Wednesday, the ACLU sent a letter to federal health officials urging the government to force Catholic hospitals in the U.S. to perform abortions in violation of their core moral commitment to protecting the lives of the unborn. They’re counting on sympathetic Obama rationing czar Donald Berwick — a recess appointee whose radical views on wealth and health redistribution were never vetted by Congress — to dictate which religious principles hospital operators can and cannot follow.

The ACLU reiterated its call for a federal probe — read: fishing expedition — of Catholic hospitals nationwide that refuse to provide “emergency” contraception and abortions to women. In practice, of course, every request for abortion is an “emergency” to the left.

I distinctly remember saying on numerous occasions that this would be the inevitable conclusion of government controlled health care, and being sneered at for an alarmist. Repeal it all. Every single bit.

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24Dec/106

A time to be charitable

Well, at least for the next day or so...

Believe me, there's been plenty of recent action that has me wanting to get my rant on; indeed, my lovely wife has been subjected to snippets of rant previews over that same time.  Whether it was the truly awesome cram-downs and capitulations of the ruptured lame-duck session, the ever-expanding regualtory state courtesy of executive fiat orders, Big Sis Napolitano's blackshirts using law enforcement to intimidate an airline pilot who merely pointed out the obvious-something seen by any traveler paying attention, at any airport , on any given day in the U.S., or President Obama's smug self-congratualtion on the most awesomely awesome lame-duck session EVAR! during a press conference the other day (gee, I hope he didn't injure his elbow patting himself on the back) suffice it to say that much has transpired to get my dander up...

But, you know, it's Christmas.  A time of joy, cheer, family, friends, fellowship, and true comity; a time to hope and pray for peace on earth to all men, and to try more than usual to extend God's unconditional love to others.  So I'll spare you all my usual political rants; at least until early next week :)

Until then, I wish all our readers a joyous holiday season, regardless of whether you're celebrating Christmas or Chanukah, and hope that you enjoy the fellowship of gathering with friends and family.  Imbibe in your favorite appelation, or maybe try this recipe for mulled wine from Cap'n Lex if you want something new and unusual (just keep it below 150°F or the alcohol will evaporate off!); whatever you choose; above all, spread the good cheer.

Oh, and if you're blessed with young children, they might be interested to know that NORAD tracks Santa's progress.

So remember, we'll always have politics to argue and Obama to kick around; well, hopefully only for the next two years :)

But Christmas, well, that only comes once a year.

May God bless us all, and may He continue to bless the United States of America.

My warmest regards.

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24Dec/103

Today’s Offensive, Sexist Post: Things Men Dread Seeing Women In

The form of conveyance known as a huff.
A snit.
A tizzy.
One of those moods.
High dudgeon.
Cahoots.
Dignant.
Does this make me look fat?

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24Dec/106

Christmas… For Sinners

I Love you this much...

I think I posted something similar last year or the year before. But it is worthy of repeating.

Why did God come to dwell among us? The answer is fascinating.

God is Eternal. The Holy Immortal One is Pure Goodness. Pure Holiness. Infinite Goodness.

A sin against God - even the slightest - is therefore infinite in nature. An offense demanding reparation - of infinite magnitude.

But man is finite. And his sacrifices are not limitless. Oh, he may sacrifice a pig, a cow... he may even sacrifice everything he owns... all of his wealth in order to reconcile himself to God who he has offended. But it is impossible to wash away the stain of even the smallest offenses to Pure Goodness, Pure Holiness, Infinite Purity.

Yet, the offense demands one of two things: Mercy on behalf of the offended or Justice for the offender.

When we say that by becoming flesh, God reconciled Mankind to Himself... When we say that God so loves us that he gave His only begotten Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, over to us... we begin to comprehend the nature - the orientation of God Himself.

Mercy is what is provided us in this act of Love.

Emmanuel (Jesus) is "God among us." Mary, the Virgin Host to be, abides the Will of God, letting be done unto her as God requests. And by the Holy Spirit, the Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity of Jesus, this Holocaust to be, is substantially present in her womb. He is born into this world - a world of His own making - among creatures of His own making - and at the first we see Him placed in a "manger" - a trough. The Baby Jesus has no place to rest among  His very own people.

The Messiah - Emmanuel - God Among us. The SINGULAR offering will suffice to reconcile Mankind. Only this UNIQUE and Infinite Sacrifice will do. Justice demands that in order to reconcile sinner to Infinite Goodness an Infinite Sacrifice be made. To balance the ledger of even the tiniest offense against God requires that an equally Infinite Holocaust be offered to Him.

There is only one such in the Universe: God Himself.

In order for Justice to be had - for Reconciliation to occur - for the Cosmic Equilibrium to be restored - God comes to us as Lamb to slaughter. All God All Man. Jesus.

We know the rest of the story...

But this is why we celebrate Christmas. It is the very beginning of our very salvation. The Birth. Of a helpless Infant. To our Mother. In a Manger. Among animals.

Without this SINGULAR act of Mercy, all of us would be literally doomed and without hope.

But with the Birth of the Christ - the Holocaust to be - we have real reason to celebrate: God's love for us, so ill-deserved, exceeds description. To a sinful and unrepentant people He hands Himself over. And in that Act of Love, we sense what He is ultimately after in return.

Lord, we are not worthy to receive you. But only say the word and we shall be healed.

Merry Christmas! Our Saviour is here!

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24Dec/102

The POWIP “Evils of Islam” Poster Contest Update

So far, the only graphically realized entry is this, by Zero Fence:

Enoch's got one, too, but he's ineligible:

Dion entered a concept that has merit.

Blazing Cat Fur makes the point that these really ought to be addressed to Muslim firebrand/asshole Anjem Choudary, and so they are: Merry Christmas, Mr. Chouderhead! Heck if I can figure out how to link to the post, but Kathy Shaidle also linked (on 12-22), and between the two of them that post has enjoyed enormous (by POWIP standards) traffic, especially from the United States' enormous hat.

Kathy posts over at NewsReal, too, but she's got a point when she says she really ought to have a well paid column somewhere, after all the dues she and her husband have put in.

I've got an idea for a post regarding the FCC, later today, but I'm working on deadline with SunAnt's people on a project, so I'm liable to be scarce around these parts for a bit. The McCain-Christopher-Tarkov-Assange-Feminist thing is still going on over at Stacy's, and there's an interesting and balanced thread at Little Miss Attila's. Da TechGuy weighed in, too.

If, after all that kerfuffle, you find you need a spiritual palate cleansing, there's Jerry's latest. If you need a laugh, I recommend this.

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23Dec/105

My Jesus and Mary Chain

This is my Pundit League post for the week, which is just a reposting of my Christmas post from last year, which was a copy and paste job from something I wrote for an advent booklet for my mom's church.  (My mom will publish me!)

I’m phoning this Christmas week post in just like I’ve phoned in Christmas in my personal life.  Our plates are full preparing for some major, positive life-changing transitions that will happen this year.  I wrote the following during Christmas week last year, but it includes points I needed to remind myself of this week.  Funny how that happens.

My relationship with Christ has wavered a lot in my life, but one thing I have always understood is that every life, no matter how it looks from the outside is plagued with challenges, tribulations and circumstances that just aren’t fair.  Everyone has a cross to bear, EVERYONE.  Our hearts break to see a cancer patient, disabled person or anyone with an obvious physical challenge in the grocery store, for example.  They receive instant compassion, and rightly so.  But we should remember the “normal looking” person right next to them may be bearing an equally devastating burden we can’t see.  Addiction, mental illness, abuse or a million other things.  Sometimes the invisible crosses are just as heavy as the ones we can see.

While doing press for ”Passion of the Christ”,  Jim Caviezel was asked if he was concerned the controversial role would ruin his career in secular Hollywood (paraphrasing).  His response was simple and has stuck with me.  He said, “In life everyone has a cross to bear, and you can either pick it up and carry it or be crushed by the weight of it.”  I’ve shared this with non-believers on several occasions as well, and even they could see the truth in it.  Lucky for believers, we take comfort in the knowledge we never bear our cross alone.  The greatest Christmas gift was the first one.

Clearly, the core message of Christmas is that out of God’s unconditional love for us he sent compassion, forgiveness, mercy, hope and most importantly, salvation in the form of a truly perfect little baby.  God invented symbolism, and he is really, really good at it.  I love that He used the international symbol of innocence, a child, to conquer sin.

There can be no greater gift than salvation, but Christ also comes with another gift.  A gift I can’t imagine walking through this world without.  Strength.  With Christ we have the strength to bear ANY burden that is placed on us.  We also have the assurance that no burden will ever compare with the one He bore for us.  I don’t know about you, but that knowledge gives me truckloads of peace.  That peace everyone is looking for is right underneath our noses.  It’s in our hearts.

How can we begin to thank God for the greatest gift of all?  I think by picking up our crosses and carrying them, and maybe opening our eyes to the burdens our brothers and sisters are bearing as well.

But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God, who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God.  John 1:12-14

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23Dec/107

Rahm Gets Green-Lighted To Run

You didn't really think that the Chicago Elections Board was going to worry about the law, did you?

Yesterday, after days of pointless testimony kabuki, they decided that, in this case, Rahm's intention to return to Chicago (certified among other evidence by his having kept his wife's wedding dress in his basement rather than bringing it to DC with them) was the same thing as his actually having resided there for the year leading up to officially filing his candidacy for Mayor. On the other hand, if you're a conservative looking to vie for the same position, you're SOL if the elections board loses your filing documents:

The Chicago Way is under way…again. This week, a Chicago mayoral candidate and opponent of Rahm Emanuel, a successful businessman named Tom Hanson, was removed from the ballot. Why? Because the City of Chicago lost his Statement of Economic Interest. According to Hanson, who previously ran against Rahm Emanuel for Congress, he even has the Chicago Board of Elections’ receipt of filing. Regardless, a hearing on Monday determined that he cannot be reinstated. (Are you laughing in absurd amazement yet?) Did the mainstream media even say “boo” about this? No. Not one word. Not one peep.

In all but 20 minutes, Hanson’s 14,000 signatures were tossed in the trash can. What was the Chicago Board of Election’s response to Hanson’s argument that “they were the ones who lost” his Statement of Economic Interest? Their response was and I quote: “Tough luck.”

Hanson is no slouch. He is the head of Hanson Commercial Real Estate in Chicago, which has developed more than $550,000,000 in commercial properties. He is also on the board of directors for a number of not-for-profit foundations that help struggling inner city schools and kids. He is planning to file an appeal. But with Hanson knocked off the ballot due to the Chicago Board of Elections’ error (yes, I just said that), it’s more good news for Rahm.

Any candidate with an ounce of decency would have spoken out against the Board's ruling, considering that the error was on their part, especially when they're bending over backwards to blow off the letter of the law to make one a candidate. Then there's Rahm.

You know what, Chicago? If you can't make any noise about this travesty, I'm not going to worry about your impending pension implosion or any of your other problems. I think there are a lot of other people out here like me.

Bail you out? Tough luck.

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23Dec/1013

Public Pensions: When the Money Runs Out

O HAI NYT! Thanks for getting around to covering the Prichard situation! These people haven't gotten any pension checks since Fall 2009, by the way:

This struggling small city on the outskirts of Mobile was warned for years that if it did nothing, its pension fund would run out of money by 2009. Right on schedule, its fund ran dry.

Then Prichard did something that pension experts say they have never seen before: it stopped sending monthly pension checks to its 150 retired workers, breaking a state law requiring it to pay its promised retirement benefits in full.

Prichard first came on my radar back in October 2009. We first saw Prichard on this blog back in April, and had updated on their status in October:

What I want to know is if there’s any money in the pension funds at all. Pensioners seem to think they’ll get paid, but who knows how long that will last. One quoted said that there’s at least 600K in the fund.

Uh, that’s not a lot of money if you’ve got over 100 pensioners to pay for the rest of their lives.

In any case, the pensioners of NJ, IL, and CA should keep an eye on this. Because their time will be coming, too.

So hello the rest of the world. The obvious lesson to other underfunded pensions is mentioned as well:

“Prichard is the future,” said Michael Aguirre, the former San Diego city attorney, who has called for San Diego to declare bankruptcy and restructure its own outsize pension obligations. “We’re all on the same conveyor belt. Prichard is just a little further down the road.”

So yeah guys. Those arguments that the government is gonna have to pay all those benefits? If there isn't anything there to prepare to fulfill that promise, I wouldn't count on it.

So, for those pension plans that haven't fallen off the cliff yet (and let me say - not all plans are dire. It just so happens the largest ones are in a very bad place), perhaps there's still time. But I believe it's a little late to be waking up to reality.

Ask the pensioners of Prichard. The warnings had been there.... and nothing was done. And now nothing is what they have.

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23Dec/107

The Un-Friended Man (Frienemy) – a List of Self-Accusations

The phenomenon of being un-friended is a fascinating one. One that has received more attention than ever - entirely due to the advent of social media. But I am here to tell you that being un-friended has been going on for years - long before the intertubes. I know because I am perhaps the most un-friended man on earth.

In the wake of my dear friend James's death, I have had a lot of time to think about the nature of our friendship. What I have said many times, both before and following his death, is that we were perhaps the only two people who could stand each other. I said this jokingly - to some extent... but always knowing that there was a sliver (if not more) of truth to it.

Of course nothing can replace a really close friendships interrupted by death.

But the fact remains that I have been extremely blessed throughout my lifetime to have had many fine friendships.

The key word here is "had."

1) I am a bad correspondent - I will confess it. Most of the people I have felt kinship with are similarly poor correspondents. So there's that. This is not to say I am not there when one gets in a jamb. Or that I am unable or unwilling to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with my compatriots when the going gets rough.

2) I am a flake - I forget birthdays. I don't like large groups - so while the thought of going to a party is interesting, I would much rather stay at home. This goes for weddings and parties too. It's not unusual for me to say I'll be at someone's event... only to not show or back out at the last minute. I wonder if I have a sort of agoraphobia.

Even so, being the most un-friended man in America can't be solely accounted for based on being a bad correspondent and somewhat of a flake.

3) I am opinionated - I've gotten better over the years, as I have matured. I am learning to keep my mouth shut... This is something of a feat given my family's propensity to shoot off at the mouth. I have, in retrospect, been too open about my opinion with my friends. Becoming comfortable with them and presuming open and honest conversation is not only permitted, but desirable.

4) My expectations are too high - I am kind of old school in the sense that I value loyalty. I perhaps expect too much from people in this sense. Or, maybe, I overestimate their opinion of our friendship. I need to stop doing this. I can't tell you how many times I expected back-up of some sort from "close friends" and none came to me.

5) I am an interesting drinker-thinker - I like to argue/debate. I like to talk politics, religion, philosophy. It's very much fun for me to explore another's mind and thought patterns.

6) I am mean/harsh - as loving as I can be (I think), as supportive as I try to be (I feel like I am), as quickly as I rush to defend or assist those in need, I am mean. Unforgiving. Cruel. And occasionally, when I become disenchanted with a friend's behavior, I say so. And I tell them why. This is often seen as unnecessarily judgmental. I am not, for instance, okay with a friend cheating on his wife. Or somesuch similar thing.

7) I am argumentative and like to tease/badger. I have an ability to stay clamped on an issue/discussion over months/years.

The Frienemy made me do/say it...

There are other faults of mine that I probably am blowing off. Suffice to say, as many great friends as I have had, I have lost.

Perhaps the price for being my friend is too high.

But I am not a smothering friend by any means. I don't call anyone ever. Really. I don't email or forward silly emails. I don't expect anything like for people to remember my birthday (which I have to be reminded of myself). I don't do these things. I occasionally arrange to have a beer with 3 or 4 people after work. Albeit, these days I can only count maybe 4 people I could have a beer with that would likely be willing.

Just thought of another one:

8 - I hold grudges - even against people I once considered more or less close friends. Maybe especially toward them in the wake of feeling betrayed or let down or disappointed. Or slighted.

9) I write people off - I think another problem I have is my ability to write people completely off when there is a skirmish among us. I shouldn't do this. In a weird way, I am deeply loving but also incredibly unsympathetic to the same degree as it relates to friends and former-friends.

I appear to have some concept of friendship from yesteryear (an unrealistic expectation of loyalty and solidarity). I am stunned at what passes for true friendship these days. And what fails to qualify. Drinking buddies are best when they are friends first. Because drinking with someone for whom there is deep affinity is more fun than drinking with someone you only know vaguely.

A current good friend of mine says I "have a tendency to rub people the wrong way." I think it is both my personality (which of course I always think leans toward charming and entertaining (my mom thinks so too)) and my inability to keep my thoughts to myself. I think this is what this friend means. I don't know when to shut my pie hole. Or that I attack too vigorously this friend's position on this or that subject or that friend's actions with regard to this or that situation. But I "go there" always thinking I have earned the liberty of doing so (based on long-standing friendship and shared history). That is, I feel free to speak up (nay, am obligated to speak up) based on a responsibility to said friend and the sense I have earned the right to be open with them.

It is so that I am the most un-friended man in America. It is sad on the one hand. On the other hand, my dad and brothers and at least one sister are the same way.

To those of you who are my friends - I say to you I appreciate your friendship and care for you - if not love you - very, very much. But I will probably blow it. If that happens, just know I probably didn't mean to offend you (although maybe I did) to the quick. More likely, I was just playing. Or maybe felt an obligation to speak directly in a way that perhaps other, better friends of yours were unwilling but required nonetheless to so speak. So, I ask for your forgiveness in advance for the day when I step on your toes, go to far, push the envelope of your sensibilities, say something outrageous, etcetera.

To those of you whom I considered dear friends and who are no longer in my life, I say to you: I am sorry for having offended thee. I probably still care for you a great deal. I probably overestimated the depth of our friendship. I shouldn't have done/said the thing(s) I did and/or said. I probably acted badly. I was probably unduly harsh or direct. And I shouldn't have been. In some cases, I probably mourn our friendship.

To those of you I haven't met - it's probably best to steer clear.

Your (former/current/future) friend,

Enoch

ps.

10) I am a bad apology issuer, because I always feel the need to explain why I did/said what I did/said - I mean, I always feel the need to rationalize my harsh words and actions. So, before I say, "I am sorry. But..." I'll just stop writing.

11) I am sort of relentless.

12) I can be annoyingly sardonic.

13) I like saying/thinking "outrageous" things.

14) ...

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