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Former Alaska governor Sarah Palin has responded to criticism surrounding a recent gaffe when she said the United States must "stand with our North Korean allies" by listing some of President Obama's misstatements.

Palin made the mistake on conservative host Glenn Beck's radio program. Beck corrected Palin's mistake moments later and Palin went on to identify South Korea correctly. But the gaffe fueled a wave of criticism from Palin's detractors. In response, Palin took to her Facebook page and cited a number of President Obama's gaffes.

In the post titled "A Thanksgiving Message to All 57 states," Palin lines up Obama's misspeaks in paragraph form -- including one in which the president mistakenly said there were 57 states. Each gaffe is linked to a YouTube video.

"Of course, the paragraph above is based on a series of misstatements and verbal gaffes made by Barack Obama (I didn't have enough time to do one for Joe Biden)," writes Palin. "Obviously, I would have been...impressed if the media showed some consistency on this issue."

Got that? Palin made a slip of the tongue.

Now, let's admit that it may not have been a slip of the tongue. After all, McCain's people tell us that, as they prepped her for her VP debates, she was not aware that there had been a war in Korea and she had no clue as to the differences between N and S Korea.

However, just for the sake of argument, let's say she made a simple slip of the tongue.

She took a little shit for it. Then, what did she do?

Whine, whine, whine.

Instead of shaking it off, chuckling at it, and moving on, she took a day to compile a list of Obama's gaffes complete with YouTube links, then she posted a long list to her Facebook page that is essentially a "poor, poor, pitiful me" -- "Everybody hates me, no one loves me, I think I'll sit in the dirt and eat worms!!"

Her performance in this affair should show everyone exactly what this airheaded ditz is made of -- NOTHING.

Palin needs to understand something: If you put on the pads and step out onto the field, and a big-ass defensive lineman knocks you on your ass, you have two choices:

1. Get up and get back into your stance, or,
2. Quit.

Note that WHINE, WHINE, WHINE is not a choice.

But that's what she wants to do. She wants to throw stones, hide behind Fox and Facebook -- but let someone return fire -- and it's poor, poor, pitiful me.

Memo to Sarah: Get in the game or get in the stands.

Senate Republicans are the reason you are being groped and fondled at the airport

That's right, folks. Senate Republicans are the reason you are being
groped and fondled at the airport or being required to go through the full-body scanner.

In the “Aircraft Passenger Whole-Body Imaging Limitations Act of
2009” -- HR 2027 -- the U.S. House of Representatives passed
legislation that said:

"Whole-body imaging technology may not be used as the sole or primary
method of screening a passenger under this section. Whole-body imaging
technology may not be used to screen a passenger ... unless another
method of screening, such as metal detection, demonstrates cause for
preventing such passenger from boarding an aircraft."

Got that? The House passed legislation that said you can be
subjected to full-body scan ONLY if something else -- e.g., metal
detector, something funny in your carry-on baggage, etc. -- causes an

However, Senate Republicans did what they did to all legislation from
the House -- they blocked it because they did not want to pass
anything proposed by the Obama administration.

So -- if you are forced to go through the full body scanner, or, be
groped and fondled, thank the Republicans.

Southern History is repeating itself -- moonlight, magnolias, the Lost Cause

The Old Redneck was born in the piney woods of SW Mississippi in 1944. He was born a Southerner, a Baptist, and a Democrat. Later, he learned to read.

He is still a Southerner and a Democrat.

For some years now, Old Redneck has been deeply conflicted concerning the course of his beloved South. He has swung wildly from pessimistic to optimistic. Now, he is profoundly pessimistic.

In 1927, William Faulkner -- a contemporary of my grandfather -- submitted to his publisher a novel that he titled "Flags in the Dust," a chronicle of the deterioration of the Sartoris family from a grand old planter family through three generations to dust. The damnyankees at his publisher, not understanding the South, severely cut the manuscript and published it in shortened version as "Sartoris." Faulkner later paid for the full manuscript to be published and today "Flags in the Dust" can be found through sellers of old books. The Old Redneck has a signed first edition thereof that cost damn near six months pay.

In "Flags In the Dust" Faulkner described the ethos of the Southerner when he wrote this, one of the most magnificient sentences in the English language:

"Then together they spent the afternoon going quietly and unhurriedly about the grazing meadows and the planting or harvesting fields and the peaceful woodlands in their dreaming seasonal mutations -- the man on his horse and the ticked setter gravely beside him, while the descending evening of their lives drew toward its peaceful close upon the kind land that had bred them both." - - William Faulkner, Flags In The Dust

The Old Redneck was born in 1944. As I was growing up in Mississippi in the 1950's, when someone spoke about "the war," they were NOT talking about WW II -- which had ended only a few years before -- or the unknown war in Korea that was going on. No, they were talking about the Civil War.

My great-great-grandfather owned slaves -- over 100 according to the 1860 slave census of Wilkinson County, MS. My great-grandfather was a senior official in the county KKK. I grew up working in my grandfather's cotton gin and listening to tales told by Aunt Kitty -- born a slave, now living out her last years in a little house behind my grandparents' home.

At age 14, I had an epiphany while working in Granddad's general store. One day, a little black girl came into the store. She was around 9-10 years old, dressed in rags, leading two younger children by the hands. They were dressed each in a single old T-shirt -- that's it. I recognized them as the children of a local sharecropped who "traded" with Granddad. She had in her hand a dime. I was working behind the meat counter. She asked for "A nickel's worth of pepper sausage and six soda crackers." We sold crackers each. Pepper sausage was salami that came in long tubes which we sliced depending upon the order. I sliced six thin slices of salami, weighing them to ensure they came to a "nickel's worth." Those six slices of salami and six crackers were the only thing these three children had to eat all day. God only knows where she got the dime.

A few days later, the scene was repeated almost exactly. Only it was an 11-year-old white boy with his baby sister in tow and a dime in his hand. They purchased 10 cents worth of cheese and crackers and sat on the concrete steps in front of the store and slowly ate what to me would have been but a snack.

And suddenly it hit me: There is no difference between the poor whites and the poor blacks. They both are wretchedly poor. Both suffer from malnutrition. Both drop out of school to work fields that long ago played out from too much of the same crop. Both drag cotton sacks behind them in August, picking cotton until their fingers bleed, hoping they can get a bale an acre and pay what they owe the landowner for rent and furnish. (What is "furnish?" Here.)

To this day -- I am now 66 -- I marvel at the ability of the white power structure to keep poor whites and poor blacks from joining forces against them. As I grew older and continued my education I realized that the true split in the South was NOT between black and white, but between rich and poor. Elite and working class. Sartoris and Snopes.

But white Southern politicians kept themselves in power by telling the white masses that the black man wanted their jobs, their land, and their women. And the white masses fell for it.

As a college student in Alabama in the 1960's, I marched in the crowd behind John Lewis and Martin Luther King in Selma and Montgomery and Birmingham. For this, I was threatened with expulsion by the Dean of Students of the small Alabama liberal arts college I attended -- and graduated from.

After graduation, I served 30 years in the Army, returning to my beloved South from time to time where I witnessed the agony of my grandparents and parents, friends, and relatives as they struggled with the changes wrought in the '60's.

After one visit home, I was optimistic that white and black in the South would move forward together. On the next visit, I wondered if anything had changed from slavery.

When Ronald Reagan chose Philadelphia, Mississippi, to make his first speech as a Presidential candidate, I knew the South was marching backward and was being led by the Republican Party in its retreat into the Lost Cause and magnolias and crinolines -- the never-never world of "So Red The Rose" and "Gone With the Wind."

Today, I feel now that the South continues its march backward led by demagogues cut from the same cloth as Theodore Bilbo, Strom Thurmond, the Kingfish, Orville Faubus, and Lester Maddox -- all of whom appealed to the most base instincts of humanity.

From this vantage point, the Old Redneck looks at the lunacy that now grips his beloved South -- Rick Perry; Bobby Jindal; Bob McDonnell and his Attorney General Ken Cuccinelli; Haley Barbour; and the barbaric horde of legislators who support them. These demagogues prey on today's white masses who are fuming over high unemployment, an influx of "Mexicans," a black man in the White House, and Sharia Law, all of which is fueled by Fox, Beck, Limbaugh and the usual suspects.

In my native Mississippi, the schools are still segregated. The public schools are all black. White kids attend "academies," most of the "Christian academies." I made the mistake last year of referring to the "academy" attended by my cousin's children as a "private school" and I heard the most tortured explanation possible of why this is not really a "private school" and, well, it really is open to everyone. But it's lily-white.

I doubt if any Kossacks are familiar with Charles S. Sydnor. He is a premier Southern historian whose intellectual and personal journey sounds a warning for today's South. Here is his story.

Charles Sackett Sydnor

Charles Sackett Sydnor, Southern historian, was born 21 July 1898 in Augusta, Georgia. His father, a prominent Presbyterian minister, modeled the virtues of elite leadership which would in time inform the son’s scholarly themes. In the course of a tortuous intellectual quest, Sydnor progressed from his peer’s neo-Confederate apologetics to more insightful interpretations of the South’s social dynamics.

In 1918, Sydnor graduated from Virginia’s Hampden-Sydney College and five years later earned his Ph.D. in history from Johns-Hopkins University. Following a brief tenure at his alma mater, he chaired the University of Mississippi’s Department of History from 1925 to 1936 and then taught at North Carolina’s Duke University from 1936 to 1954. One of his generation’s premier historians, he was elected president of the Southern Historical Association in 1939 and appointed Harmsworth Professor of American History at Oxford University in 1950.

Sydnor’s Mississippi years proved critical to his intellectual development.

His early historical works evidenced a comfortable scholar little inclined to challenge contemporary social values.

Sydnor’s textbook Mississippi History (1930) was replete with the Negrophobic, anti-Yankee tone typical of southern school literature of the period and his more substantial Slavery in Mississippi (1933) projected a paternalistic image of the peculiar institution.

Governor Theodore Bilbo’s attacks upon the University of Mississippi in 1930 altered Sydnor’s perspectives. A fiery leader of the state’s downtrodden masses, the governor challenged the school’s aristocratic traditions, firing its president and about one-fourth of its faculty. Appalled, Sydnor developed a keen sensitivity to the struggles between the South’s intransigent elites and the restive under classes which found voice in the demagogic Bilbo.

Influenced by these events, Sydnor produced his Gentleman of the Old Natchez Region: Benjamin L. C. Wailes (1938), finding in his subject an individual congenial to his own values. Admiring Wailes’s promotion of education and cultural uplift in frontier Mississippi, Sydnor also appreciated his courageous stand for the Union in 1861. Just as Wailes had stood up to “reckless and unprincipled politicians” bent on secession, Sydnor determined to critique the roguish leaders of his own South. No longer confident of academic freedom at the University of Mississippi, he departed for Duke University’s more friendly environs.

Sydnor emerged from Mississippi a substantial scholar whose historical writings mirrored his growing concern that modern southern politicians and the system which bred them failed to serve the nation in general and the South in particular. In 1948, his The Development of Southern Sectionalism, 1819-1848 decried the qualitative decline of southern leadership from the nationalism of Washington and Jefferson to the unbending sectionalism of John C. Calhoun.

Sydnor’s historical writings had come to mirror his concerns with modern-day southern politics. Personally alarmed by the state-rights, segregationist rhetoric of South Carolina Governor Strom Thurmond, Sydnor turned next to an exploration of what he considered the more sagacious political traditions of colonial Virginia. His Gentlemen Freeholders: Political Practices in Washington’s Virginia (1952) was a thinly veiled allegory suggesting that Virginia’s cultured, well-educated elites combined the best of aristocracy and democracy to produce a political climate far superior to the destructive partisanship characteristic of the modern South.

On 26 February 1954, Sydnor spoke before the Mississippi Historical Society meeting in Biloxi. It was his unintended valedictory, hours later he was struck by a fatal heart attack, succumbing on 2 March.

Months before, Sydnor had written with disdain that the current “fad for displaying Confederate caps and flags” and appealing to “the ancient shibboleths of states’ rights, of race, and of Southern tradition” bode ill for his native region. Prepared as remarks before Louisiana State University’s Walter Lynwood Fleming Lectures, they were never uttered. Death had stilled his call for Southern moderation.

Read that last paragraph again:

Months before, Sydnor had written with disdain that the current “fad for displaying Confederate caps and flags” and appealing to “the ancient shibboleths of states’ rights, of race, and of Southern tradition” bode ill for his native region. Prepared as remarks before Louisiana State University’s Walter Lynwood Fleming Lectures, they were never uttered. Death had stilled his call for Southern moderation.

That was 1954.

And today . . .

"I've seed de first en de last. . . . I seed de beginnin, en now I sees de endin." Dilsey to Frony in Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury, April Eighth, 1928

Republicans are turning the USofA into a third-world banana republic where a few people control all the wealth

Republicans, starting with Ronald Reagan, have put into place economic and tax policies that have turned the US into a third-world banana republic where the few people at the top control most of the wealth and the rest of us are left with the droppings.

Here are clips from some editorials of 18 November 2010 that illustrate my point.

But there is also a larger question: What kind of a country do we aspire to be? Would we really want to be the kind of plutocracy where the richest 1 percent possesses more net worth than the bottom 90 percent?

Oops! That’s already us. That’s already us. The top 1 percent of Americans owns 34 percent of America’s private net worth, according to figures compiled by the Economic Policy Institute in Washington. The bottom 90 percent owns just 29 percent.

That also means that the top 10 percent control more than 70 percent of Americans’ total net worth.

The tycoons can relax. Two White House economic officials told me this week that fixing the carried-interest loophole is probably dead, for this Congress and the next. It was hard enough to beat the big guys. But once they successfully hid under the cover of the little guys, it was impossible.

That political legerdemain is making America more unequal every year, and the polls show people are mad as hell at Wall Street and Washington, both. And yet the popular chorus continues: Save the tax breaks for the rich.

LA Times

Washington is poised to stop providing extended unemployment benefits despite the huge number of laid-off workers, the paucity of job openings, the high rate of underemployment in every sector of the economy and stubbornly slow economic growth. That's because Republicans in the Senate insist that, unlike the hefty tax cuts they covet for the wealthy, the comparatively slender subsidies for the unemployed must not be financed with borrowed money. This penuriousness is not just hypocritical, it's bad economics.

Here's a message for any rightwinger who happens by this site

After The 8 Years Of The Bush/Cheney Disaster, Now You Get Mad?

You didn't get mad when Bush gave the rich over 5 trillion dollars in tax breaks, and wiped out the middle class, while waging two wars that have cost over $800 million and counting, thus ensuring we would go deeper into debt to pay for them.

You didn't get mad when Cheney allowed Energy company officials to dictate Energy policy and push us to invade Iraq.

You didn't get mad when a covert CIA operative got outed.

You didn't get mad when the Patriot Act got passed.

You didn't get mad when we invaded a country that posed no threat to us.

You didn't get mad when we spent over $800 billion (and counting) on said illegal war.

You didn't get mad when Bush borrowed more money from foreign sources than the previous 42 Presidents combined.

You didn't get mad when over 10 billion dollars in cash just disappeared in Iraq.

You didn't get mad when you found out we were torturing people illegally.

You didn't get mad when Bush embraced trade and outsourcing policies that shipped 6 million American jobs out of the country.

You didn't get mad when the government was illegally wiretapping Americans.

You didn't get mad when Bush didn't catch Bin Laden and finally said he wasn't concerned about bin Laden.

You didn't get mad when Bush rang up 10 trillion dollars in combined budget and current account deficits.

You didn't get mad when you saw the horrible conditions at Walter Reed.

You didn't get mad when we let a major US city, New Orleans, drown.

You didn't get mad with the worst 8 years of job creations in several decades.

You didn't get mad when over 200,000 US Citizens lost their lives because they had no health insurance to pay for needed medical care.

You didn't get mad when lack of oversight of the financial markets caused US Citizens to lose 12 trillion dollars in investments, retirement, and home values.

But -- You finally got mad when a black man was elected President and decided that people in America deserve the right to see a doctor if they are sick.

Just exactly what kind of fool are you??

Is it possible for President Obama to GROW A PAIR OF BALLS?????

Today, 3 November, I watched in horror and disgust as President Obama held his first press conference after the 2 November election in which Republicans destroyed the Democratic majority in the House and almost took the Senate.

Obama's performance at the press conference was disgusting. He showed no fight. He said he wants to "work with Republicans." He claimed he "finally" gets it -- it's the economy.


Maybe you want to work WITH the Republicans -- but they want to work ON you.

Two years ago Jim DeMent said the GOP wanted to destroy your presidency, last night they came close, and they have not changed that goal. WAKE THE FUCK UP, FOOL.

Obama then compared himself to Ronald Reagan and Bill Clinton. The problem is that he is neither Reagan nor Clinton and this is 20-goddam-10, not 1984 or 1994.

If Barack Obama believes the Republicans will work with him, I have some beachfront property in Arizona he might be interested in.

The Republicans HATE Barack Obama. Those good old white boys were SHOCKED that an African American won that office. That is why they are aligned, together to destroy this presidency and send Obama home in 2012.

Barack Obama acted like he just GOT IT, that it was the economy and the joblessness. This alone is un-fucking-believable.

And as if that was not enough, up came Harry Reid, perhaps the dumbest, most spineless piece of shit to ever put on a necktie.

I heard something from Harry Reid about "open to tweaking health care", and "the Republicans may have a point about the new health care being a burden on small business" from Obama.

Then I threw up.

It seems they still have not grasped the lesson.

When you look weak, people vote you out of office.

Responding to the GOP House victory with a meek and wavering tone is not leadership. It’s cowardice.

And I think this gets to the crux of why we can't maintain power very long. Do you think the GOP would ever admit the talking points of the Democrats? Not in a million years. You look WEAK when you do that, and the electorate picks up on that like wolves honing in on a sick moose.

People want you to stand for something. You need to be consistent. Shout your values to the sky, and if you lose, you lose acting and believing in those principles.

Last night and early this morning I was proud to be a Democrat. After hearing the responses of our "leaders," I'm embarrassed and sickened. It was then that I realized our problem is that we do not have a leader who can stand tall and not waver. It's that simple.

Mr. President, this is what the public wants, listen carefully:






Sadly, I'm not counting on President Obama to do anything different.

We need to start the process of dumping him and finding a 2012 candidate with balls. Like Hillary Clinton.