Redistributive Romance

Well, I must say that Chelsea looked rather lovely in her wedding gown. She ordered up two Vera Wang dresses (one for the wedding and one for the party) whilst the mother of the bride wore an Oscar de la Renta dress. 400 guests, and by most accounts, the bride's father kept his peripherals to himself.

The ballpark figure for the cost of the wedding was reported to be about 2-3 million - that's M-I-L-L-I-O-N, not thousands.

Which of course leads me to ask out loud - how's that redistribution of your wealth coming along?

Truly though, that's exactly the kind of generous spending that's pretty appropriate if you ask me - YOUR OWN. However, that's not the kind of wealth redistribution that these progressives like to hawk ad nauseum - alas, they want to redistribute your (i.e., taxpayer) money.

Well, best of luck to the bride and groom, and God bless the rest of us peons.

Indulging One's Own Self

Why should a writer who writes a movie that totally shreds such obvious history to satisfy his/her own creative penning of a story bother me? After all, history is nothing but a social construct, right?

I just finished watching Quentin Tarantino's Inglorious Basterds. It had the typical - and expected - Tarantino violence - as well as his quirky, boyish, movie-loving schmaltz, but aside from a few interesting performances - er, well one - that of Christoph Waltz, the total rip of history was something I could not overlook.

Boy, I've been hitting a patch of bad movies lately.

I also saw John Wayne in The Train Robbers. Yikes, he just phoned this performance in, didn't he?

The story was supposed to be centered around some convoluted robbery, but really, it was all about watching the stunning Ann-Margaret put on a pair of tight red jeans. Granted, she looks awesome. It seemed everything and everybody else was just gravy.

Aside from a weirdly placed prairie dog scene, the movie was a cookie-cutout western that dragged on a bit too long. Gosh, I think I have about 140 more John Wayne movies to go. Onward!

Papillon.. Schmapillion...

Holy smokes... I just finished watching Papillon with Dustin Hoffman and the gorgeous Steve McQueen. What a disappointing movie!!!

I found it interesting enough - at least up to the point where McQueen's character gets hit by those arrows. Then, the movie totally loses me when he wakes up at the beach camp with all those half naked women. What the hell??!!

I kept thinking he was dreaming again. I sat there waiting for his character to wake up from that farcical dream and be back in solitary confinement or something, but no - the movie kept getting more and more ridiculous. I might also add that even though the Papillon character kept growing a beard, his hair would NEVER grow an inch. Oy!

Any who, I can at least cross that film off my 'classic' list of movies I haven't seen.

Onward!

Who's this guy named John Wayne?

Usually, I would be too embarrassed to say that I didn't know such-and-such about something so terribly obvious (which is actually most of the time), but in this case - I am just glad I finally discovered this treasure. That treasure is the great John Wayne.

I saw Stagecoach a few weeks ago. Wow. My eyes became fixated on this iconic being.

Next, I saw The Quiet Man. Holy hell - I am in love - not just with him but him with the utterly lovely Maureen O'Hara. Then, last night, it was McLintock!

Oh yes! I love this man. Indubitably so.

I am buying the biography John Wayne: American cause I want to learn more about this man. I may grow to love him more, or I may grow to dislike or hate him. But one thing's for sure - I want more!!

God help us

After church, Bruce and I usually take the kids out for lunch to a local kid-friendly restaurant. Well, yesterday as we were walking back to our car, I noticed a bumper sticker affixed to the back window of the car parked next to ours - it read "Keep your laws off my body!" Then, I noticed there was a baby seat in the back seat of the car. Wow. What irony!

I've always had issues with that particular pro-abortion bumper stinker, er sticker. It's a ridiculous statement. The sticker would make more sense if it was referring to something like suicide and not the killing of an unborn baby.

Liberalism a la Survivor

I'm a fan of Survivor. I haven't seen every season - maybe just a handful. But, the times I HAVE seen it - I've enjoyed it. I especially enjoyed the last 2 seasons. Why? Russell.

This guy played the game. He made no excuses - he was who he was and he played them ALL. Did he win? No. Well, he won fan favorite both times, but that's beside the point.

He was called a villain and a loathsome human being by a bunch of folks - including my husband. I liked the fact that he was a villain. He knew it, and he had no qualms about it nor did he ever stray or hesitate.

Russell never pretended he was anything more than a player. That's not to say that I condone his tactics. His techniques may not have been moral or right, but it was just refreshing to see someone put themselves out there - sores and all. Simple. Obvious. Honest.

Rupert, on the other hand, was a "hero". Whatever. He's a liberal. Well, he's a perfect example of a liberal. In his jury address to Russell, Rupert went on a tear and chastised Russell in such a veracious but venomous tone - you could literally feel the hatred.

Rupert then went on to say how he himself lied and manipulated BUT... and therein lies the heart of liberalism - the but. It's not that lying and manipulation is bad per se - in fact, it's kinda evil - it's just that when a liberal adopts those traits - they're justified. Their motives are good - ergo the means justify the ends. The worst part of it is the fact that most folks give that kind of dung a pass. No stink there!

Onward!

The Love is Gone

Sparked by a true interest to get to know you better, I made the first move. The more I learned about you, the more I wanted to know. Every new chapter was a revelation. You made my head spin with all your drama. Every page - a sweet, sweet taste of the real you. Mexico, I was charmed. I was beguiled. I was lusting for the next morsel.

Daily, I found myself adding more and more related Mexican history books to my Amazon reading wish list. Then, with only 100 more pages to go, quite suddenly, the romance was over. Oh, Fire and Blood: A History of Mexico, will I ever finish you now?

Nothing turned my stomach more than the last few weeks of watching the Mexican novela playing out in my beloved United States of America. The disgustingly biased and partisan media - consistently portraying illegal aliens as suffering victims of racist Americanos. It was truly embarrassing and shameful to hear actual Americans lamenting a law that they had not even bothered to read - calling the law nazi and gestapo.

Then, the 5th of May mexi-milieu at Live Oak High School - students getting sent home because they were wearing an American flag. Truly flabbergasting!

Mexico, have you not learned anything from your own history? Have you not learned that you are your own worst enemy? Have you not noticed that your own countrymen are leaving you in droves? You're like that 45 year old heterosexual guy who can't understand why he's still single. The jig is up pal. Take a good look in the mirror. You suck.