Wednesday, November 18, 2009

November 18, 2009

Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)


Yesterday felt like Sparkle Season in Greater Rockford, Illinois.

That's Pittsburghese for December holidays that forget the reason for the season in a secular kinda way.

This would be a good time to scroll down to Kathie's clip about keeping you know Who in you know what.



Guided by some spirit between pastoral calls to Barnes & Noble, I found it: Sarah Palin's Going Rogue.

Because I haven't overcome the consequences of residual plastic sin (aka no new van for wifey, no Hawaii trip for Kathie/hubby, no really big donation to our church's expansion, no new golf clubs for over a year, no on sale football/mule-mounting-when-it's-freezing pants at McSports, no golf memberships for 2010, and, crapola (Italian synonym), no Road King remotely near the horizon...), I picked up a copy from the cheesy display, went to the coffee bar and asked for a cup of water, sat down between a young tart who kept interrupting me with the toxic smell of her perfume that would knock over a bull at fifty paces every time she moved and an older guy and younger woman who had clearly connected through one of those online dating services because they were laughing at everything the other said so nauseatingly, and read it.

Don't be impressed.

It's 413 pages of really, really, really easy reading.

Of course, I went right to the pictures before plunging into the narrative; and except for a soft picture of Sarah with her son Trig that I'll get to later, I was, uh, well, geez, surprised/disappointed because there were no pictures of plunging, uh, anything.

Kinda like the book.

While Sarah is really hot in so many ways, I was thinking vivacious/vixen while reading while surfing reviews late last night kept saying vindictive/vacuous.



Parenthetically, in a real stretch to relate Sarah's possibilities apart from pictures to the current political scene which may be why the partisan elephants and jackasses are spending so much time trying to destroy someone who they pretend is no threat to their continuing power/control, I've got to update the pseudo-prophetic prognostication of 11/14 (scroll down).

If PBHO doesn't start connecting the dots of Fort Hood's bad religion and/or any of those 9/11 Muslim devils get off on some kinda technicality now that someone is sucking up to someone in the name of perverse PC in the name of appeasing authentic Islam while dissing the integrity of war/military trials and/or there's a terrorist act in the big apple (trial) or windy city (Gitmo transfers), he's gonna make the Gipper's trouncing of the peanut farmer way back then look like another sequel to Back to the Future.

Americans care more about the national economy than national security until they care more about the national security than national economy.

That may be why those entrenched elephants and jackasses in D.C. are so nervous about Sarah's, uh, appeal.



Unlike the current resident on Pennsylvania Avenue who takes every opportunity on foreign soil to apologize for America's whatever, Sarah is a syrupy sounding patriot.

She's God and America through and through; and, sorry but you know it's true, unlike the incumbent, you don't have to guess how she really feels about God or America.

While her book is merely a memoir of growing up up there, finding her true love (Todd), rapid rise in politics, walking the talk of her faith (Trig), and the ups/downs of being a mother and professional woman rather than some kinda treatise/manifesto/dissertation, she does take some well-deserved jabs at McCain's staffers who stifled her during their defeated campaign against PBHO and, on occasion, uh, throw a right cross like the one directed at Mrs. Heinz (aka John Kerry): "an elitist loon."

Her first chapter opens with a Lou Holtz quote: "I don't believe that God put us on earth to be ordinary."

Deeper in the book, she digs up another gem from the last great coach of Notre Dame (scroll down to the 11/16 edition for more on that): "Motivation is simple. You eliminate those who are not motivated."

I heard it this way on ESPN when Holtz was asked how he motivates players: "I recruit motivated players."

I keep telling colleagues, church officers, and others the same thing: "You can't renew people who haven't been newed."

Anyway, she also takes some well-deserved swipes at "badgering" Presbyterian-church-attending-lowest-rated-news-anchor-today Katie Couric and CBS for "selective editing" of her now infamous interview that prompted those McCain staffers to lock her in an igloo after September 2008.



Truth is people are rushing to look at the pictures - I mean read the book - for clues to Sarah's next move.

Will she or won't she you know what?

She includes a quote from Chuck Heath, Sr. at the end: "Sarah's not retreating; she's reloading."

She quotes a quote often repeated for her children: "God doesn't drive parked cars."

Sounds to me like...

Really, do you know any politician who has run for any high office who doesn't really want the highest office of all?


Calling herself a "Commonsense Conservative" with traditional moral principles with a "fundamental faith in the American entrepreneurial spirit," she is a Reaganite who blasts, "The enlightened elites want to tell you to sit down and shut up. But the way forward is to stand and fight."

That sounds strikingly similar to the marginalized evangelicals of mainline denominations with their battle cry: "Look up! Stand up! Speak up! Act up for Jesus!"

But the greatest peek into her character/heart that is far more important than peeking at anything else in the end is her reimagined letter from God to her Down Syndrome boy Trig.

It will melt your heart; and then you'll know why those career elephants and jackasses are wetting themselves over her possibilities.


Blessings and Love!

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