My collegiate mentor and friend Dr. Susan Fillippeli has written an interesting post on Obama’s new “rhetoric of fear.”

Since the inauguration, what has become of Obama’s message of hope?  Quoting Dr. Fillippeli:

It is no accident that Obama’s rhetoric has shifted significantly from one defined by hope to one defined by crisis. It has nothing to do with worsening economic conditions or with any discovery that upon assuming the presidency he has found things to be even worse than he thought. This is a planned rhetorical shift necessitated by the size and scope of the changes that Obama seeks to implement.

Upon reading this, I thought of the “ridiculous” idea of taxing drivers per mile—something Transportation Secretary Ray LaHood called an idea “we should look at.” The Obama administration has since dismissed the idea.  However, I suggested to fellow blogger nhfalcon that this could easily be a “float,” designed to mine the worst of the public’s shock and skepticism now, to better prepare the way for it later.  Gas is $2, or just under, right now.  When it gets back to $4, Obama could easily point back to his earlier dismissal as appropriate for the time, but now we have a real problem, and we must do something.

To those opposing the hard-left ideologue in the Oval Office:  remain principled, firm, and unceasingly attentive.  Now is the time for hope—real hope—but it must be bolstered by a practical understanding of the conditions on the ground.  I fear we face a brutal and sustained assault on common sense, and the power of the aggressor to package his socioeconomic poison as necessity must not be underestimated.

Obama’s rhetoric hasn’t changed for nothing.

 

I had thought about blogging this, though I see I’ve been beaten to the line.  Hell, I’ll blog it anyway.  Maybe Habit and Antonio Joli can tour together.

This sounded lame as I started reading it on Facebook, but by the time I was done I decided it was one of my favorite viral “surveys” I’d ever seen.  You get an artist name, album title, and cover artwork, smash it together, and there you go.  Dig:

  • Your artist name is the title of a random Wikipedia article.
  • For your album name, go to this page, scroll to the bottom, click New Random Quotations, and take the last four or five words of the last quote on the page.
  • Now the Facebook note tells you to go to Flickr for the artwork, but I’m uncomfortable with that, for reasons Saintseester has already gloriously detailed.  So I used the eighth photo in the eighth subfolder in my main photo directory.  Do that, or do whatever sensibly randomizes your selection in your hierarchy.

Stick the three components together in Photoshop, Paint Shop Pro, or whatever, and voila!  Your presence in the bargain bin has a visual identity!

album

 

Well, Lea just opened her third 40-oz. Colt 45, the boys are in the garage trying to get an old chain saw running, and I’m sifting through the softcore on the DVR, deciding what to keep.  It’s a fairly typical Sunday night around here.

Heh.  Actually I’m semi-aggressively ignoring the Oscars and trying to think critically about my time online.  Several months ago I read an article about a hyper-connected suburbanite who unplugged completely from the Internet one day per week.  The idea keeps popping up in my head.  One day a week?  I could do that.  What could happen?  Most of the things I can think of would be positive.

noconnectIt seems Lent is almost here, and I’ve decided I’m going to have “unplugged” Sundays for the duration—no email, no blogging, no news and opinion, no Facebook, no anything.  I haven’t decided yet whether writing a post ahead of time to automatically appear on Sunday violates the spirit, but I’m leaning toward thinking it does.

So this is probably my last Sunday post for at least several weeks.  If anything interesting happens to me as a result, I’ll let you know.

 

Today, I:

  • Watched my son sink three baskets in his Upward basketball game, and thought to bring and use the video camera to boot.
  • Removed the training wheels from my son’s bicycle, and watched him take off unencumbered the very first time he tried.
  • Started and extinguished the first kitchen fire of my life.  Let’s talk adrenaline, boys and girls.
  • Reconnected on Facebook with both one of my main buds from little boyhood and the very first girl who ever had my heart, from way back in 1976.

I had no idea this day would be this day.  I was pleased to be here for it.

 

We drove north a piece to Isom’s Chapel UMC for Nathan’s Upward game this morning, and that kid lit it up today!  Here’s his third of three goals:

Nathan’s dad is loud.

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