September 3, 2008 – - Video Of Speech And Open Thread: Share Your Thoughts And Ignite Discussion About America’s Iron Lady, Sarah Palin
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1:53 A.M.
A background adjunct to “A Brief Story Of The Voice”
Three days before my perfectly healthy 32 year-old sister died, I asked her what she would be doing three days into the future. “Dying” she told me. This was the first of two experiences that cemented my certainty in the existence of a God as I understood him.
What actually happened with my sister was this. We worked at the same small company. I was 24. It was the end of the workday, Friday July 1, 1988. I looked up from my desk and caught sight of Ann, arms laden with a giant leather bag full of screenplays, a purse, what have you, as she was about to walk out the front door. She seemed a little frazzled. Being that Monday was the 4th of July, right as she opened that glass portal, I shouted to her, “What are you doing on Monday?” Inexplicably and unexpectedly, she seemed startled by the queston. “Sleeping” was her one-word answer. And with that, she was out the door and gone, never to speak to me again. She was killed on that Monday the 4th of July, a novice equestrian thrown from an unbroken horse onto concrete. “Sleeping.” She could not have told me what was going to happen in a simpler or less jarring way, such a gentle but terrible whispered revelation.
This was the first “freakishly coincidental” moment in my life that I could not simply write off to coincidebce. This time, my guts woldn’t allow it, even if my brain would. I felt the hand of God, perhaps grabbing me gently on the shoulder a minute , and I felt it to a point beyond almost all doubt. To me, when she said sleeping, her voice was God’s. And from time to time, many of us speak that voice, The Voice of God, without ever having any idea that we are.
In Iraq, in the story I started relating today, “A Brief Story Of The Voice”, i had the second experience that closed the books on my doubts about the existence of God.w
This time it was the voice of an angel, a very human one, but a woman when known only by that voice, for all intents and purposes, is indeed no more, no less, than an actual angel from the heavens. The angel was delivering me a very large message, while haunting me to the core by an experience that will guarantee that one of the greatest stories ever told of the United States Marine Corps will be told in the true bittersweet glory it deserves to be told in, on the silver screen, a story even more weighty than “Black Hawk Down”. The irony of the fact that she is singing a song written and instrumentally performed by a gay, anti-war leftist named Moby, is swept away by the knowledge that Moby’s primary goal as a musician is to inject his songs with an inspirational awe for God Above. As unlikely as it would seem from a limited perspective, he was in fact the perfect messenger, especially since the song in question was the only one in existence that could so perfectly convey the message.
I will complete the story and post the song in question tomorrow. For now, I’ll put up today videos of his music which I think very clearly display the sonic undercurrent of the power of God, and his reverance for God, not necassarily blatantly but very, very clearly.
I didn’t and still don’t know this guy-who I’d like to strangle for a lot of what he has said – from Adam. But like all good tales, this one grows even weirder. Shortly after arriving back to America, shortly after the heroism and tragedy I witnessed and was foretold by this man, I was introduced to the 12th American I actually exchanged words with. It was Moby. And it was just too much for me to tell him at that moment, and I was just too stunned by the eerie coincidence that I simply said hello, and then reached for a cigarette and pretend to melt away into the hubub around us.
I found myself in several vehicles that others died in either while I was also in them, or shortly after I’d been in them, or in one case, didn’t board at the very last minute. After a few times of this, it bothered me a little, and this song reminds me a bit of how i felt about that after it happened a few times. It was a feeling I’d shake quickly, I’ve never been one much for survivor’s guilt. If I was supposed to be dead, I’d be dead. It’s not by my own hand that I’m still alive. This song actually reminds me much more about Iraq than that. It reminds of what I’d learned that caused me to say to my wife an hour after getting back the second time “Now I know the truth about every body”. I’m still not positive why I said that and what it meant – it just came out- but I think its because I’ve seen what men will do, when they can actually get away with it. What a man is, when he is free of earthly laws. It’s not all an ugly story about men in those circumstances, but it is mostly.
So yeah, I hate Moby too. But when he’s telling me the future in such an indisputable way, and when he’s created a moment that I relive every single day of my life and has put me on fire to tell the feature film story of great American Marine heroes, many dead, I’ll take the warnings, the inspiration, and the help from whatever source it’s given to me by.
2:07 P.M.
What better example than its own words and actions on the Palin situation can there possibly be to illustrate the unimpeachable progressivism, enlightenment, tolearance, intellectual superiority and humanism of the Left? Champions and defenders of those poor souls who may have fallen into some ill behavior or repute (usually due to some white man who works for a living’s fault), judged too harshly by the intolerant neanderthals on the right who just don’t understand that teens who get pregnant are essentially blameless, and need our love and assistance not scorn, yes, yes, dear souls these are the great enlightened class of the American Left who would NEVER do anything to hurt or smear the unfortunate and struggling amongst us, so very especially a young teenage girl who just made a mistake and needs our help, not scorn.
Maybe the Dems should just rename themselves the New Pharisees Party. Oh, but that would upset their base of perverts and freaks, you know, the good sinnners, not the evil ones llke the daughters of Republicans.
2:57 P.M.
Remember that horrific video of that teenage Yazidi girl being stoned to death by the villagers for dating a Sunni, or whatever haaji Sect of Shit her boyfriend belonged to? That’s exactly what I feel like I’m watching whenever these Dem politicians and media go after this Palin girl from the same moral highground.
3:43 P.M.
7:25
Ho Lee Shit….Rudy is ripping Hussein and Bi-Dem a new one, let me tell you. Live now. Gotta say, Rudy still looks like he would’ve been best for the job…
7:35 P.M.
Brit Hume summed it up best, and maybe served to remind us of something important, when he immediately said after Giuliani’s speech as the roof was coming down… “Rudy Giuliani! Not so much criticizing Obama as ridiculing him”.
Which is exactly what McCain did to Hussein for a solid week with that rush of “Celebrity” and “The One” type ads, a week which ended in McCain for the first time surpassing Hussein, and even in his best polls, Hussein had still lost 50% of his lead. Being that Hussein is not a serioius man of serious policy who in any way merits the nomination of a responsible political party let alone the job itself, maybe it’s best to not respond to him as if he were a serious anything, outside of a serious mistake. And it always seems to hit a nerve with the country when Hussein is mocked. And that only happens when the mockery speaks more truth than the mocked.
7:49 P.M.
She put the in’ jet on ebay!
7:51 P.M.
I don’t know about you, but this Palin chick does not look to me like anyone to with.
Jesus I’ve just been listening to Palin deliver what sorta feels like the most important political speech since maybe Bush’s before the Surge. There’s just something in the air that telegraphs the importance of this woman, at this moment in time. On Barack: “This is a man who can give speech about this war and never once use the word “victory” unless referring to his own campaign.”
and “This is a man who has already written two memoirs, and not one piece of legislation”. She’s just hitting the most important nail on the head, and it’s not that Barack lacks experience. It’s that BaracK runs for office only to help himself, never his constituents.
8:19 P.M.
You know I just get top ed up in the head and the heart sometimes when a speech in this campaign will invoke those who have served this country at risk to their lives, under fire, to just….I just know what that’s like and I know the value of these men and those who will march into the same immortal struggle with their own souls, the souls of every one of their countrymen, and with the full force of the enemy, and to imagine a walking human stick who literally cares for no living thing on this planet other than himself and understands the value of nothing other than his own satisfaction, and who will never face what those men of the armed forces have faced, and are likely to face over the nest eight years, to imagine this leech with legs as their commander in chief, fills me with a feeling that I don’t believe a word has yet even been invented for.
From Bash:
Sarah Palin’s best quote…”The difference between a Hockey Mom and a pitbull? Lipstick.”
This woman…
She sold me on her resume.
She sold me on her ability to spot and attack the bull in The Washington DC system.
She sold me on McCain.
She sold me, with class and dignity, yet with the feistiness necessary, on the idiocy of Barry Insane Obama, and that Joe Biden represent stale smoke, not fresh air.
She sold me on her ability to govern.
She sold me on the fact that she is not only smart, but wise.
She sold me on the fact that she was able to use the stupid remarks of Obama and Biden and use them to gain Undecided and Independent votes.
She sold me that her character is good, just, upright, and moral.
She convinced me that she is “one of us”…and by that I mean NOT a politician and NOT an elitist.
She sold me that she couldn’t give a rat’s ass what the media has to say about her, she doesn’t serve at the beck and call of the media, but she serves The People.
She sold me that she is a mom and wife who truly loves her family.
Here, my friends, is the greatest speech I have heard since Ronald Reagan’s…well, pick one.
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