New York Post Online Edition:: "Other times, a nom...

New York Post Online Edition:: "Other times, a nominee becomes an occasion for a senator to perform a holier-than-thou tap-dance. Such was the case yesterday with John Bolton and the Republican senator from Ohio, George Voinovich, who insulted and attacked Bolton without ever having bothered to attend one of the committee hearings in which Bolton testified."
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Bullies are despicable people. Power attracts bullies, who delight in running over people. This is the reason that power attracts some of the most depraved of human beings. A good man reluctantly exercises power over another--the bully delights in it.

Oh! That Makes It Safe!

"We should not pay attentoin to fears of murders and conspiracies...becasuse we can require concurrence from both physicans and officials of the state." Dr. Herbert Schlossberg Idols for Destruction, page 290. Dr. Schlossberg was talking about euthanasia, or the mercy killing of the old and the infirm, which even in 1980 was being called for by people like Francis Crick, who wanted a "new ethic" that would insist on mandatory death for all person over eighty years of age.

The humanistic state wants to meddle in every affair of life to promote fairness and "justice." When it fails, it seeks solution in the death and dismemberment of its citizens. Prime witness: Terri Schaivo.

Hanoi Jane's Confession:

Jane: I don't want to offend anyone. But I believe people have different ways of approaching The Word. For me, it's metaphor, written by people a long time after Christ died. And interpreted by specific groups. I read the gospels that aren't included in the Bible. These make me feel good about calling myself a Christian. What we are seeing today are policymakers who say they're Christians. New York Post

The Girl, the Baby, and the Blind.

The following is a parable.

In my dream I saw a little girl carrying a baby doll. It was obvious that she was very much in love with the doll, for she carried it everywhere and worked very hard to take care of it.

Also in my dream there were many people standing around. They were all blind.

They heard the sounds that the little girl made when she was caring for the doll baby. They heard her speak words of endearment to it. They heard her coos and kisses.

They marvelled at her love. "What a loving person she is. She really loves that baby," they said to each other. They willingly gave her money and other goods because they recognized that she was doing such a good thing.

They thought the baby was real.

The little girl accepted all the good things that were given to her. She piled the goods about the doll. She was very happy as she continued her pretend game.

Soon she came to demand more and more from all the blind people. They could not refuse her tears when she said that her "baby" needed more and more of their goods.

The blind people wept over her kindness and love and care for the baby. They did not know that the baby was a doll, a fake baby. Because they were blind they could not see that the little girl was living a fantasy that seemed real to her.

Then in my dream I saw an old man. His eyes were dim, but he could see faintly. He wondered at all the wealth being showered on the doll. "That doll is not alive," he said. "It will never live. The girl does not love; she is just pretending."

The poor old man. The last thing he saw before he was torn to pieces by the blind men, was the painted smile on the face of the doll.

He that has ears to hear, let him hear.