July 17, 2008

Poor, unfortunate souls

"To imply that one person is homeless, destitute, dirty, drunk, spaced out on drugs, unemployable, and generally miserable because he is 'less fortunate' is to imply that a successful person - one with a job, a home and a future - is in that position because he or she was 'fortunate.' The dictionary says that fortunate means 'having derived good from an unexpected place.' There is nothing unexpected about deriving good from hard work. There is also nothing unexpected about deriving misery from choosing drugs, alcohol, and the street.
If the Liberal Left can create the common perception that success and failure are simple matters of 'fortune' or 'luck,' then it is easy to promote and justify their various income redistribution schemes. After all, we are just evening out the odds a little bit. This 'success equals luck' idea the liberals like to push is seen everywhere. Former Democratic presidential candidate Richard Gephardt refers to high-achievers as 'people who have won life's lottery.' He wants you to believe they are making the big bucks because they are lucky. It's not luck, my friends. It's choice. One of the greatest lessons I ever learned was in a book by Og Mandino, entitled 'The Greatest Secret in the World.' The lesson? Very simple: 'Use wisely your power of choice.'"

--From Neal Boortz's Texas A&M Graduate Commencement Address

I'm not a huge fan of Neal Boortz. Usually when I listen to him on the radio I have to turn it off because I get so mad. But I read his entire commencement address and couldn't agree more. I think he told those students who had been sitting under the teaching of Liberal professors for so many years exactly what they needed to hear.

On a less political note: It's Thursday! Which is just fine by me because I have the day off tomorrow.
It will officially kickoff Josh and Janean's Wedding Weekend, and I'm so excited. I mean, the wedding is great an all, but I'm also pretty darn excited about getting all gussied up: getting a manicure tomorrow, decorating for the rehearsal dinner, doing something fun with my hair for the wedding. And I have these killer shoes that I cannot wait to wear. Even if my feet are bleeding by the end of the night.
Oh, the sacrifices we women make to be fab-u-lous.
Plus it will be a great opportunity for me to practice taking pictures. Of people, no less. I have issues with my indoor picture-taking because I'm not a big fan of the flash, and I'm still learning how to get the settings right. It usually takes a few practice photos.
I'll be trying to take a few pictures this weekend. A lot of the family will be in town, and I think we're going to have a grand ol' time.

I don't know if I've ever mentioned this, but I totally love my friends. In particular: Christi and Courtney. Last night we "had coffee" for about four hours, and I had the time of my life! I've been so busy lately, it felt like I hadn't seen them in weeks...in fact, I don't think I had...
Anyway, more fun to come: Christi and I are going to see Mamma Mia tonight at a super-nice theater in CP, and I am SO excited.
What? You don't like ABBA?
The Dancing Queen was totally, like, my theme song! I was counting the days until I was seventeen so I could sing that song and dance and jive, having the time of my life. See that girl? Watch that scene! Can you dig it?
I must say, it's going to be interesting seeing Colin Firth (Mr. Darcy!), Meryl Streep, and Peirce Brosnan in a musical. My expectations are, shall we say, not the highest. But it should be fun anyway. Those ABBA songs are just so upbeat and fun, how can it not be one big singing, dancing party?!

Hopefully I'll get the chance to write more before the weekend is over (heck, I might write more today...it's pretty early still!), but I'm not going promise you the world unless I can deliver!



  1. Oops.
    You were right.

  2. and i just commented on the post previous post.

  3. Man! I knew I should have bet money on that!!!

    I don't want a picture on my profile because I like to preserve SOME anonymity. Don't you understand?