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“No branch of Government may compel any Citizen to participate in Commerce, nor may any Citizen be penalized or taxed for choosing not to participate in Commerce.”
That’s my humble submission for a new Constitutional Amendment.
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So here’s the latest story that is has been making the rounds:
A transgender man made a bold move on Friday during an extravagant White House reception in honor of LGBT Pride Month: he dropped down on one knee and proposed to his partner.
Scout, whose full name is legally one word, popped the question to Liz Margolies just minutes after President Barack Obama addressed the guests, many of whom are leaders in the LGBT community.
I knew there was a reason I didn’t take any Philosophy courses in college – this article could be a stand-alone Final Exam in any grad-level course:
“If a transgender man asks a lesbian to marry him, is she still a lesbian?”
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Well, I guess my mom will soon be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound – she had knee replacement surgery this morning.
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So watch out, world – she won’t be using that walker much longer!
(No word yet on whether the surgeons were able to make her look like this….)
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Get well soon, Mom!
We love you ♥♥♥
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“Constitutional Scholar”, my ass….
I guess Mr. Obama thinks that he is the King of America, rather than the President. Because the last time I checked, the Chief Executive of the United States of America does not have the power to do an end-run around Congress, just because they aren’t doing what he wants them to do.
It matters not to Mr. Obama that Congress already took up the issue of the DREAM Act (in 2001, 2009, 2010, AND 2011), but no legislation has ever made it through both houses of Congress (including the two years when Democrats held a filibuster-proof majority in both chambers).
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Whenever we go to visit Paul’s mom, we know that there is always going to be pie.
Mary has these wonderful old cookbooks filled with recipes from long ago – all of those little “church” and “small town” cookbooks fit into one of her kitchen drawers. All of the recipes that Paul and his siblings grew up on are in that little drawer, and now that all of them are grown, those recipes have been copied and taken to new homes.
While Paul is perfectly happy with just pouring a can of cherry pie filling into a crust and calling it a day, I fell in love with the buttermilk pie that Mary makes – it’s sweet and lemony and oh-so-good.
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What better way to celebrate this day than with a song specifically about the United States flag? Written by George M. Cohan in 1906 – and the first song from a musical to sell over a million copies of sheet music – “You’re a Grand Old Flag” has been popular for over a century:
The original lyric for this perennial George M. Cohan favorite came, as Cohan later explained, from an encounter he had with a Civil War veteran who fought at Gettysburg. The two men found themselves next to each other and Cohan noticed the vet held a carefully folded but ragged old flag. The man reportedly then turned to Cohan and said, “She’s a grand old rag.”
Cohan thought it was a great line and originally named his tune “You’re a Grand Old Rag.” So many groups and individuals objected to calling the flag a “rag,” however, that he “gave ’em what they wanted” and switched words, renaming the song “You’re a Grand Old Flag.”
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About twice a year, Paul and I venture out to visit his family in the wilds of Southwest Texas – for a week or so at Christmas, and for a long weekend (longer if we stop in and visit his Mom) every June for a family reunion.
There is no Internet access at either of these locations.
I have become so used to my electronic tether, that I almost go into withdrawal when I am away from my usual haunts for that length of time. Pretty pathetic, huh?