Rick and Reagan: Game On!

by Hobbert Ryde    

     Oh, man!


     Don't you love that new Rick Santorum song, "Game On!"?  If you haven't heard it yet, you've got to stop and listen to it right now!  I've got to say, it really rocks! 



     I'm going to write down those lyrics right here.


   


Game on!
Join the fight!
We finally got a man
Who will stand for what is right!


Game on!
Victory's in sight!
We've got a man who understands
That God gave The Bill of Rights . . .


Oh there is hope
For our nation again
Maybe the first time since we had Ronald Reagan


There will be justice for the unborn
Factories back on our shores
Where the Constitution rules our land.
Yes I believe Rick Santorum is our man!


Game on!
He's got the plan!
To lower taxes, raise morale,
With the power in our hands


Game on!
Changes ahead!
Faithful to his wife and seven kids
He'll be loyal to our land!


For there is hope
For our nation again
Maybe the first time since we had Ronald Reagan


There will be justice for the unborn
Factories back on our shores
Where the Constitution rules our land.
Yes I believe Rick Santorum is our man!


Oh, it's been crazy
What's been slipping through our hands
When we the people, still supposed to rule this land --
Rick understands!


So there is hope
For our nation again
Maybe the first time since we had Ronald Reagan




There will be justice for the unborn
Factories back on our shores
Where the Constitution rules our land.
Yes I believe Rick Santorum is our man!
Yes I believe Rick Santorum is our man!
Yes we believe Rick Santorum is our man!


Game on!


     I don't know how Ima Gine and I really missed it, but we hadn't heard about it until Lyz, Ima Gine's church friend, came over last Sunday.  She said, "Have you heard Rick Santorum's new song?"


     Ima Gine said no we hadn't, yet, and Lyz just laughed and raised her hands right there in our living room and looked at us and said, "It's anointed!  I'm telling you.  I think it's anointed!"


     Well, of course, you've got to know Lyz.  That's how they talk at her church.  She didn't really mean that she thought it was inspired or anything like that, exactly.  But she thought it was good, anyway.  (Later, she told us that at the end of their church service, right after their closing prayer, some of their Praise Team got right up there on the stage and played it!  It sort of tickled everybody, and I have to admit that I kind of wish I'd been there.)


     So I got busy and looked it up on You Tube, and there it was!


      It's great, isn't it?  I mean, all those kids dancing and singing, and even old guys like me joining in.  I felt good for a change.  It was just like old times, just like the song says.


     I hope Goofy over at Sycamore Three hears it.  I hope he notices that it mentions Ronald Reagan three times!


     (To be honest with you, I think Reagan is over-rated.  There he went through eight years of military build-up but kind of chickened-out at the last and started cutting deals with the Russians.  I mean, what's the world's greatest military for if you're not going to use it??  It took some real Bush men -- and I mean, father and son -- to have the courage to take all our enemies and just let them have it like they deserve.)


     And when Goofy's listening to the song, I hope he notices that it doesn't bother with R-n P--l and all his moaning about ending wars and ending the Fed and all of that stuff.  Which is a d--ned distraction, as far as I'm concerned.


     I'm telling you, I just hope he can see that we just need to get back on track with the Constitution and everything.


    Anyway, who cares what he thinks or anybody thinks.  I like the song!  I really do!


    "Game on!"  I haven't felt this good since Todd Beamer and George W. Bush said "Let's roll!" like they did on 9-11.


     I'll be honest with you, 9-11 really did something for me.  It was like we were finally going to stand up and give the rest of the world what they d--ned well deserved and have been asking for for a long time.


    I'm for the Constitution!  And I'm for giving it to the whole world.  With both barrels!


     Game on! 





-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -

For fun, this was     

Aye of Newt

     I'm sticking with Rick Santorum and God.


     But I've got to tell, you, it really tickled me the other night when Newt blew out the totally liberal CNN media when they attacked him with that below-the-belt question, if you know what I mean, about his ex-wife.  I mean, he really threw it back in their faces, didn't he?  And I was glad to see that all those Christians in that audience didn't let that liberal media get by with a darn thing.  Who are they, to bring up some phony character issue?


     Okay, he's had three wives.   (Oh, I know, Ima Gine is a little bit ticked -- well, actually, plenty ticked -- about that.  But she has sense enough to hold her tongue on this one.)  Well, I say, just speaking personally between you and me, well, Rush Limbaugh has had four, and is anyone holding that against him?  So this is all just another liberal double standard, if you ask me.


     Wasn't it Newt, after all, who led that courageous impeachment fight against Bill Clinton?  That right there ought to tell you everything that you need to know about Newt's character.  And hey, if you want to hit below the belt, CNN, I can tell you that old Newt can do a little bit of that himself, so watch out, little boys, because Newt can really show you how the game is played!  Just like he did the other night.


     And then all those Christians went out and put Newt right over the top of everybody -- Mitt and everybody!  Wasn't that a sight?  I could almost hear God telling Rick, "Step aside for just a moment, Rick.  This is important.  Watch Me just stick it in their liberal eyes!"


     Talk about Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory -- it was like seeing the Armies of the Lord rise up to send them a message, if you know what I mean.  (I'm talking about the liberals here, now.  I'm not saying anything against Romney, per se.)


     Speaking about the Lord, I noticed that Goofy's big favorite, R-n P--l, came in a poor fourth in South Carolina.  Do you think maybe the Lord is trying to tell him something?  Like, if you can't win the race, get out of the kitchen?


     I mean really.  Watching R-n P--l shamelessly playing his "Jesus card" with that silly business about the Golden Rule.  I was glad to see that the real Christians there saw through that obvious play.  No wonder the Lord punished him with a fourth place finish -- after Rick Santorum, I might add.


     Which brings me back to Rick.  I've been thinking about what God said to the Christian leaders who met "at the Summit" in Texas a couple of weeks ago.  Notice that He said, "It's Rick."  He didn't say, "It's Rick for President."  I've been thinking, maybe, He meant it's Rick for Vice President.  I'm okay with that.


     That leaves plenty of room for Newt.  Or even Mitt.





-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -

For fun, this was

What???

by Hobbert Ryde

     You'll never believe it.


     I saw it myself and I don't believe it.  On FOX News, no less.


     Here I was, sitting at my computer ready to talk about how things were unfolding after South Carolina, and Ima Gine calls me into the living room to watch FOX tonight.  Who should be on but Mike Huckabee -- I like Mike Huckabee and frankly, I thought the Lord missed a great opportunity with Mike four years ago -- And he was interviewing R-n P--l!


     Well, I know they've got to give him -- that's Doctor R-n P--l to Goofy over at Sycamore Three -- they've got to give him a little face time on Fox, or he'll be whining that the media is trying to shut him out, same old poor-me poor-us stuff that makes you know he's just another bleeding heart liberal.  Well, it makes you know it IF you have half a brain in your head, as Rush likes to point out.


     So I know they have to have R-n P--l on every once in a while just to shut everybody up, so that wasn't what bothered me.


     What bothered me was that Mike Huckabee was treating R-n P--l like he was some kind of legitimate candidate.  I went,  Wha-att?? On Fox??  right in front of Ima Gine.  Here, click on the video right now and watch it, if you don't believe me.


     Well, I never should have gone, Wha-att?? right in front of Ima Gine.  She kind of glared a little bit and sniffed.


     She said, "What are you worrying about?  Didn't the Lord say it was Rick just ten days ago?  Where is your faith?  You stood right here this time last week and heard what everybody said, including Lyz, and we're standing firm.  What's wrong with you?  This is all a part of His Plan."


     Well, she had me there all right, because to be honest, it shook me a little that the Lord's choice, Rick Santorum, came in third after a M--mon and a, well, I don't know what he is, I mean in a state that stood foursquare with God's own Senator Lindsey Graham, who I think is a cousin to Franklin Graham, if not his old man.


     I just had to shake my head at Mike Huckabee, smiling like he was hearing R-n P--l for the first time.  I could have told him, "Mike, it's just the same old same-old."  The old man never gets tired of riding that old horse, "End the Fed," and all that talk.


     I'm thinking, Can't R-n P--l read a dollar bill, for goodness sake?  Every one of them has the words "Federal Reserve Note" printed in plain English riding high right there over all the presidents, such as Benjamin Franklin ($100) and Alexander Hamilton ($10) and all the rest, and all of them personally signed and cosigned by the Treasury of the United States.  I mean, this is pure American currency!


     We all know that R-n P--l can't spell USA, but for goodness sake, Doctor, can you spell legal tender?  Sheesh.


     Well, all I can say is that Fox must be having a bad night.  Fair and balanced, yes, but you can take fair and balanced way too far.  Frankly, it just looked like pandering to Dr. R-n P--l, to me.


     Get a grip, Fox.  Get a grip, Mike.  Because here's where I think Ima Gine is right.  You've got to have faith in the leadership.


     Forget making nice with what's probably the oldest politician in Texas.


     Stick with Rick.




PS -- I hope Goofy doesn't see that video on youtube.  He'll make some kind of a big deal over it, just watch.





-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -

For fun, this was

It's Time To Stand Together With Rick

by Hobbert Ryde

     I've got to tell you what happened today right after Ima Gine and I got home from church.  I don't mind telling you, because I think you'll understand, that -- well, I'll just come right out and say it.  It was the closest thing to a sign from heaven that I've seen in my life.


     Now I've got to explain something right off, which you might not understand, which is that Ima Gine and I go to different churches.  (Now don't get ruffled.  There's nothing wrong between us, or between her church and mine.  I can't explain it right now, I'll have to save that for another time, but just rest assured that they are both Godly Republican churches, okay?)  Anyway, that's an important part of the story and what makes it so uncanny, as I'll explain.


     Well for me it started right after the service at my church.  I don't mind telling you, a lot of us guys were standing around talking after the services, kind of feeling bad about Tebow and the Broncos yesterday, what with how things turned out and they lost to New England. (New England!)  That's just when Brother Bob, our minister, came up and joined us talking.  I could tell he was half relaxed, half serious, and had something on his mind.


     I thought it might be about Tebow, because he had mentioned at the beginning of his sermon how God's people can lose some battles sometimes, like Joshua and the Children of Israel did after Jericho, because there was sin in the camp.   Not meaning Tebow, of course.  Just that maybe some of the guys on the offensive line weren't close to Jesus, and that's how Tebow gets sacked sometimes.  Sometimes Satan just breaks through on you.  I could understand that.  It made us all feel a lot better.


     Well anyway, Brother Bob came up and said he couldn't say this in church, because he'd be endorsing a candidate. That could jeopardize our tax-exempt status.  But it was important and he wanted us to know something.  A group of serious Christian leaders, including Doctor Dobson, had met together at a meeting in Texas and prayed about the election, and the Lord directed them that it was Rick.


     Well, I could tell right then, to tell you the truth.  What with Doctor Dobson, and Tim Tebow, and also I mentioned last week right here at this site that I really liked Rick, and I said he had b---s, for which I have apologized to Ima Gine and you, if you need my apology.  (And no, Ima Gine has not discovered this site yet.)  It was like it was all coming together.


     Then I get home, and who's already there but Ima Gine.  I said, "How was church?"  She said, "Just fine, of course,"  but I could sense that she was holding something back.  Then she said that Dr. Bill --that's her preacher -- had also mentioned the very same meeting of those Christian leaders, and how they had met and voted, and it was Rick Santorum after only three votes.


     Then, to top it all off, Ima Gine's friend Lyz dropped by. (I'll have to tell you about her sometime, too, but not now, I've got to stick to the important stuff.)  But Lyz goes to a church where they raise their hands and "hear from God," as they say, and she said that their pastor, Pastor David, had said the same thing.  And none of us had realized this before, how everything just comes together.


          Lyz went on to say that right there in church it reminded her of where in the Bible it talks about the Sign of Jonah.  Later she went and looked it up, and saw that it's right there how the lot fell upon Jonah.  She said it confirmed it, to her, when she got to the part where they cast lots, which she said is just like voting.


     I wasn't too sure about that (you can't always be sure about Lyz), but still it's good to know that it's Rick all right.


     I was thinking back how just last week I had said how we needed a guy like Rick.  Then Ima Gine interrupts my thinking and says that its all well and good that I like Rick, but I still shouldn't have said what I did, she still couldn't get it out of her mind.


     But I got to thinking, maybe those Christian men were seeing the very same thing I was talking about, and that's why they voted for him.


     And then I got to thinking . . . what if Rick Santorum picked Tim Tebow for his running mate!  Rick and Tim standing together.  That might be almost as good as George W. Bush and Dick Cheney.


     Even Goofy over at Sycamore Three might wake up and go along with that.  I haven't heard him say anything bad about Tebow, anyway, so there might be hope for him there.


     Well, I'm probably getting ahead of myself.  But it's good to know that it's Rick after all.  It's time for everyone to Stand Together With Rick!





-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -

For fun, this was

It's Time To Stand Up For The C.I.A.

by Hobbert Ryde

      If you've followed Sycamore Three for a while, as I have, you'll notice that Goofy is -- as he puts it here -- "very hard on the CIA." 


       I tell you, I waded through that post -- and others of his -- and my eyes just glazed over.  It was about 50 percent goofy history, 50 percent goofy politics, 50 percent really goofy philosophy-and-religion, and about 100 percent TOO LONG.

       He acts like he has carefully researched everything and blah blah blah forever.  Read it if you must, but you'll be neck-deep in garbage, so let me do you a big favor and save you a lot of time and unnecessary mental strain.

       Everything you need to know about the CIA is right here, courtesy of me. I've done a little research too, by the way, so let me just mention a few things.


       I happen to have read every Jack Ryan novel that Tom Clancy ever produced, and I have a pretty good memory:  Jack Ryan was CIA, buddy, and that's really all you need to know.  And I'm talking about the real Jack Ryan here.  The first one, the President of the United States of America, if you recall from Executive Orders, which I do, and I don't mean his little kid Jack Junior who shows up in the Teeth of the Tiger.  (Now don't get me wrong.  Cathy Ryan was all right.  I'm just saying:  they can't make 'em like the Old Man.)


       I'll never forget Air Force One, how Harrison Ford played Jack Ryan kicking the -- I'm just going to say it, and I hope Ima Gine doesn't find out -- Jack Ryan kicking the Living Hell out of those lousy terrorists all the way from the Black Sea to Bermuda, saying "Get off my plane!"  My gosh, just thinking about it is like reliving history!  I can remember every bit of it like it was yesterday.  Man, oh man.  Kids today, what do they know.  Hell, what can they know.  It's a shame.

       And you know, all that happened two years before 9-11.  I only have one regret.  I only wish that when it came to be George W. Bush's turn, he would've been on that United Flight 93 with Todd Beamer saying "Let's roll!"  I tell you things sure would have been different.  But I know I'm being unfair.  Things can't always turn out the same.  And besides, George Junior wasn't CIA like his old man.


       Oh well.  I'll tell you something I frankly can't understand, and it's about Goofy.  Honestly I don't think he's evil, per se, if you know what I mean.  But he's just about as stupid as forever.  Let me give you four known facts, and you do the math.


       Fact one.  I know for a fact that Goofy likes Ronald Reagan.


       Fact two.  Tom Clancy dedicated one of Jack Ryan's books to Ronald Wilson Reagan.


       Fact three.  Jack Ryan stands for the USA.

       Fact four.  Jack Ryan is CIA.


       So how can Goofy not like the CIA?  What's not to like?  He's some kind of geek and can't connect four dots??  How long should that take?

       Well, I don't have all day.  It's time to pull a Hank Snow and be movin' on, if you know what I mean.  It's time to stop thinking and start figuring things out.   And that's just what I've done.


       Fact Five:


       The CIA needs our help, because even they have an Achilles heel, if you know what I mean, and here it is:   They can't stand up for themselves because they'd be violating National Security.   They're counting on us to realize this and stand up for them! 


       The clock is ticking.  It's high time to stand up for the CIA.





-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -

For fun, this was

      

      

      

Freedom of Speech, USA!

by Hobbert Ryde

       Well, as I was saying, if you want some good three-letter words, I've got a few myself, like F.B.I. and C.I.A.


       But I'm going to take it right from the top, with that simple three letter word that ought to be the most important word in our lives, in my book anyway.  That's right:  U.S.A.  Just think about that for a minute.


       Here, I'll use it in a sentence.  "God Bless the U.S.A."  What more do you need than that?


       Now I'm going to be the first one to honestly admit this:  sometimes when I'm watching TV and they sing that song, I just feel like I'm part of the audience right there, and it almost brings tears to my eyes.  (You can ask Ima Gine if you don't believe me.)  I don't see how anybody can sit through that song and not want to stand up and die for their country, if need be.


       There is no doubt that the proudest day of my life so far was on 9-11 when there were Congressmen who stood up right there in the rubble at Ground Zero and sang that song.  I bet you can remember it if you were there that day.


       And what was really uncanny, if you know what I mean, I could tell they really meant it.  Including liberal Democrats who probably hadn't used the word God in four years, all standing up there four-square behind our young president, George W. Bush, facing a dangerous unknown future as one.  I tell you, that did something for me.  (Ima Gine said she thought it was probably God's judgment that scared the fire out of them.  Maybe so.)  But I know I never thought I'd live to see the day.


       But I have to tell you that just the other day I saw another day that I thought I'd never live to see.  At that link on Sycamore Three to Doctor Roberts, I saw myself hearing a former member of the Reagan administration -- that's right, the Reagan administration -- trash-talking the U.S.A.  I couldn't believe it!


       Here, I'll give you his exact words:  "The First Amendment is being all but restricted to rah-rah Americans who chant USA! USA! USA!"


       I'll be honest with you, I was pretty ticked off.  I mean, I'm going to stand up proudly and say USA! USA! USA! whenever I hear the call, because to me that's the battle cry of freedom, and if you don't stand with us, you stand against us.


       And in case you didn't know, this isn't just me talking. I'm quoting George W. Bush right here and right now, and in case you didn't know, he was quoting a much Higher Power, and I'd like to see anybody argue with Him, if you know what I mean.


       But as far as I'm concerned, Mr. Roberts loses it right out of the starting gate, as we say around here.  So I'm going to parse it for him.


       The First Amendment was written by Americans.  Right?


       The First Amendment was written for Americans. Right?


       So let's see, Doctor, if you can handle this simple logic:  The First Amendment was written by Americans for Americans.  Get it?  Is there anything else you need to know that I can help you with?


       You say "The First Amendment is being all but restricted to rah-rah Americans."  Well, for my money, what better group to restrict it to, if you know what I mean?  Do you think it was written for liberals and Democrats who are always trying to tear down our country?  Does that make some kind of sense to you?


       I hate to say this, but I'm really ashamed.  I'm ashamed of you for that kind of trash-talk.  I'm even more ashamed of Goofy over at Sycamore Three for linking to it.


       You guys and Ron Paul deserve each other.  As far as I'm concerned it's Dumb and Dumber, if you know what I mean.  You keep talking about freedom of speech.  Why don't you use it and stand up for the USA in her hour of need?


       You act like you don't know that the world has changed while you've been sitting there singing Kumbayah, or whatever you do.


       Well, in case you hadn't noticed, we live in a day when a single religious fanatic in a cave in Afghanistan armed with nothing but a cell phone can call up four planes and attack our freedoms in a single day.  That's the world I live in, bucko.


       I hate to have to say this, but really, get a life.





-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -

For fun, this was

Freedom of Speech, D--n Right!

by Hobbert Ryde

       Mr. Goofy over at Sycamore Three couldn't get it right to save his life.  I was going to say, "to save his soul,"  but Ima Gine would probably get upset.  (She hasn't discovered my blog yet, but she might some day.  Well, there goes freedom of speech right there, if you ask me.)  And she's probably right.  There are some things that are sacred, like remembering to use the right words not to offend anybody.

       So Goofy had this goofy post -- what else could you expect? -- about the "Outlook For The New Year,"  a title which he blatantly both plagiarized and stole from Paul Craig Roberts who wrote an article at the same time about the exact same thing as he did.

       So Goofy has to pull the "credentials card," as I like to call it, and tell us that Doctor Roberts (probably nothing more than a Ph.D or a chiropractor) has "political credentials," like this means we should listen to him.

       Everybody seems to think that three letters makes a credential.  Like PHD.  Like CPA.  (Heck, even like Ima Gine when she goes on and on about MRS.  Sometimes, I think it's PMS.)

       So, you want credentials?  I'll tell you the kind of credentials that impress me.  Here's one with your precious three letters:  F.B.I.

       Ring any bells?  I thought so.  Everybody knows about the F.B.I.  Some people also remember that it was founded by the greatest living patriot and true American of our time, and his initials happened to be J. Edgar. Hoover.  Capishe, comrade?  Now there was a man's man, and if you don't believe me, you can ask Clyde A. Tolson.  

       Everybody, and I mean everybody, loved that man as if he was the Lord's right hand.  Every president from Wilson to Nixon counted on him to protect our freedoms, and every G-man (yes, I use that term proudly) was a Special Agent to him.  They loved him and he loved them in return.  They would walk on water for him.

       I'll tell you who didn't love him though.  Two kinds of people.  Communists and panty-waists.  He had their number; he really did!  And he'd go after them and lock them up.  Heck, he even locked up that draft-dodging socialist Eugene V. Debs, and threw the key away.  He didn't pussy-foot around.  Heck, I'll bet you Eugene V. Debs would still be behind bars today if he hadn't been pardoned by that pantywaist president Warren G. Harding.  (Who died a couple of years later, incidentally, so a lot of good that did him.)

       And meanwhile J. Edgar Hoover kept going strong for the next fifty years, keeping America safe, strong, and free.  You didn't mess with him, no sir.  And the F.B.I. is still strong today.  It's probably never been stronger.  You want a door kicked down, they can do it.  And they don't need a warrant from some liberal judge, either.  I tell you, I think it's a shame the way the liberals think they can run this country,  I really do.  But then, they've never sacrificed to defend our freedoms the way the F.B.I. has, every blessed day.  This might seem extreme of me, but I don't even think they even care.

       Oh, I know if Robert Heid could get a word in edgewise, he'd bring up the anti-draft protestors and peace-niks like Helen Keller and the Mennonites, like he was making some kind of a point about World War I being a bad idea.  But what he won't tell you is that he's making my point for me.   Hey, I'm good with that.  Because here comes the key, which you have never realized before. 

       What do they all have in common?  Can't guess?  Give up?  Can you spell German?  Can you spell who were we fighting?  The elephant in the room, if you know what I mean, is that there were millions of Germans living in this country.  As farmers, no less.  Can you spell immigrant?  Can you spell control our food supply?  Did you know that they controlled whole states?  Can you spell North Dakota?  Can you spell Bismark?  I didn't think so.

       So here's to my version of freedom of speech.  I have the God-given right as a God-given American to tell any immigrant I want to to get on the next boat and go back where you came from, and I don't really care if you've been here two hundred years.

       And you can call me extreme, but I'll tell you right now that our Sixteenth President, a man of real courage, who single-handedly saved the Union, yes, Abraham Lincoln, told the Africans that very thing, and if he has the right to do so to save our precious Union, so do I.

       I stand proudly with Abraham Lincoln, the greatest president the United States ever had, and the greatest president the United States ever will have.  He brought the Ship of State right through the dark storms of the Civil War, safe into New York Harbor right under the Statue of Liberty beside the Golden Door.

       How about that, Mr. Heid?  Bet he won't answer.  Bet he can't.

-

       Oh, don't worry.  I've got plenty more to say.  But he'll just have to wait.





-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -

For fun, this was