I Had The Privilege Of Living Most

I Had The Privilege Of Living Most Of My Life In A Small Town.

The America I Know And Love Is Not One In Which My Parents Or My Baby With Down Syndrome Will Have To Stand In Front Of Obama’s ‘death Panel’ So His Bureaucrats Can Decide, Based On A Subjective Judgment Of Their ‘level Of Productivity In Society,’ Whether They Are Worthy Of Health Care. Such A System Is Downright Evil.

I Didn't Really Had A Good Answer, As So Often -- Is Me. But Then Somebody Sent Me The Other Day, Isaiah 49:16, And You Need To Go Home And Look It Up. Before You Look It Up, I'll Tell You What It Says Though. It Says, Hey, If It Was Good Enough For God, Scribbling On The Palm Of His Hand, It's Good Enough For Me, For Us. He Says, In That Passage, 'i Wrote Your Name On The Palm Of My Hand To Remember You,' And I'm Like, 'okay, I'm In Good Company.'

I Told The Congress, 'thanks, But No Thanks,' On That Bridge To Nowhere.

Mr. President, When It Rains It Pours, But Most Americans Hold Their Own Umbrellas