Over the years I’ve always made sure to purchase the September issue of Vogue and did so for more decades than I care to admit. I finally dropped Vogue in favor of Harper’s Bazaar when women of my age started disappearing from Vogue’s acknowledgement as savvy fashion consumers to be replaced with fashion-masquerading pro-leftist commentary. The conspicuous consumption and luxury-addicted Vogue never did catch on that the romance of revolutionary thought was just a façade to hide a grasping, murderous and rapacious political system based on greed and envy. In fact, the editors of Vogue still haven’t figured it out and even Harper’s Bazaar is guilty of it although to a lesser degree. At least with Harper’s, I can still find “women of a certain age” held up as fashionable icons but that’s about it.

However, women’s magazines in general and fashion commentary in particular are a surprisingly accurate means of forecasting who will be the winners in political elections. I’ve often written that if you want to know who will win American elections, look to the catwalk and check out the zeitgeist of the collections. When I saw even Madonna picking up the Wild West vibe of the runways by sporting her cowgirl hat and boots before the November 2000 elections, I knew George W. Bush would win despite the frantic efforts of the Al Gore camp to continue challenging the results until enough fraudulent votes could be manufactured by Democratic operatives.

It didn’t take a genius to discover that Obama was destined to win the 2008 elections either. All you had to do was see all the pro-Obama message tees on the runway to figure that one out. It was so blatant, it was depressing. The runways right now for Fall 2010 are full of Post-Apocalyptic wear featuring rips, tears, disjointed and mismatched patterns, and hard, funnel-necked leather jackets vying with cantilevered, architectural reinterpretations of the human form in such a way that has not been seen since the Mannerist fashions of the first Queen Elizabeth.

The models seem mostly to be sporting blackened, smoky eyes and ratty, messy hair. It’s like fashion has lost its collective mind and is simply waiting for the conservative triumph at the voting booth bombs to drop for the final touch to Mad Max fashion wear just right for that Saturday night punch-up in the parking lot behind Democratic Party headquarters.

A presage of what we can expect in November 2010 will be the elections over in the UK where Tory Party leader, David Cameron, will beat the pants off Labour Prime Minister, Gordon Brown in May of this year. How can I be so sure? Well, my fashion radar picked up a little blip the other day from the style magazine, Tatler, where David Cameron’s wife, Samantha, beat out France’s former high fashion super model First Lady, Carla Bruni Sarkozy in a celebrity survey for the best dressed woman in politics category. Evidently Tatler is picking up on the extreme disgust Brits have for the grotesque and ruinous mishandling by New Labour of the country over the past 12 years to the point where ex-Prime Minister Tony Blair’s “Cool Britannia” has now morphed into “Cruel Britannia”.

And, let’s face it: when an iconic and hip magazine like the Tatler titles an article, Is it rude to vote Labour…& other social dilemmas resolved, in its January 2010 edition, the jig is definitely up for the Red Rose socialists of the Labour Party.

However, don’t let the interchangeable title of Tory and conservative fool you for David Cameron. As much as the UK would be better off with a real conservative as Americans understand the term, Tory/conservatives in the UK are more akin to center-left Democrats here in the US. Occasionally the British version of a blue dog democrat within the Tory Party might sneak into office but if anyone is hoping for the return of principled men and women in the Thatcherite mode, well, leisure suits will make a fashion comeback before they will.

Cameron is an eco-greenie character responsible for switching the Tory Party’s traditional hand bearing the Torch of Liberty to a politically correct Ecology tree. His elitism is such that he refused a reporter’s request to use his powder room after his interview was over because he didn’t want the reporter to “dirty” the facilities. He’s all for the harsh Nanny State type legislature currently ruining Brits’ lives and thinks the most pressing thing facing his country is not the unrestrained and refusing-to-assimilate masses of hostile immigrants hitting UK shores but AGW.

Like Brown, Cameron will also be hamstrung by EU rules and regulations coming out of Brussels so if Brits think that things will change for the better under the Tories, they will be in for a sad disappointment. Disappointment is the name of the game in politics on either side of the Atlantic when you put, “…your trust in princes” as American conservatives learned when Republican Scott Brown’s Massachusetts election to the US Senate wasn’t even days old before he announced that he wanted to act in a bipartisan manner.

Oh, and remember that Tatler survey about the best dressed women in politics? Michelle Obama and her boob belts didn’t even place and if that isn’t a sign of things to come, I don’t know what is.

On the Culture Wars front, the British supermarket chain, Tescos, struck a blow for sartorial dignity in its St. Mellons in Cardiff, Wales branch by posting a “Customer Dress Code Policy” banning shoppers coming in clad in pajamas, barefoot and/or both.

Signs saying, “To avoid causing offence or embarrassment to others we ask that our customers are appropriately dressed when visiting our store (footwear must be worn at all times and no nightwear is permitted).” have been placed at the entrance to the store in what Americans will recognize as a variation on our “No Shoes, no shirt, no service.” domestic stores policy although here in open-carry Arizona, “no weapons allowed” signs give a regional variation that must make the Nervous Nellie crowd feel better.

Back at the St. Mellons Tescos, outraged customer, Elaine Carmody, was actually turned away when she tried to buy cigarettes because of her sloppy and routine PJ bottoms and slippers wear.

Calling the banning of PJs as “pathetic” and “ridiculous”, the 24 year old, said, “If you’re allowed to wear jogging bottoms, why aren’t you allowed to wear pajamas in there, that’s what I don’t understand? I think it’s stupid really not being allowed in the supermarket with pajamas on.”

“It’s not as if they’re going to fall down or anything like that. They should be happy because you’re going to spend all that money.”

Carmody added, “It’s not as if you’re making a show, if anything they should be happy because you’re spending your money in their shop, but obviously they’re not because you’re not allowed in with pajamas. So they’re going to lose their custom with people going to other shops to buy stuff and they’re allowed in with their pajamas on.”

Clueless shoppers like Carmody show a disturbing confusion between “the customer is always right” and a complete lack of personal self-respect and discipline. They are exhibiting, broadcasting actually, carelessness about themselves and ultimate contempt for others.

It used to be that whoever roamed about in their PJs was usually an escapee from a lunatic asylum. Now it’s SOP for slobs in the US and it’s worrying to see that the fad has spread to the UK. In fact, in California, they have “Come to School in your PJs” day which immediately makes one think that the school principal involved is a pervert of some type.

Our American TV version of What Not To Wear constantly takes on the PJs-as-outer-wear phenomena and the fashion disaster du jour routinely whines about how they, “…want to be comfortable.” Show co-host, Clinton Kelly, always snaps back with a, “…but we have to look at you!” comment about respecting one’s self and the venue one is in.

Jogging, track wear and sweat suits do show up as inappropriate Sunday wear in US churches and even at special occasions like Baptisms and funerals. While it can be argued that as long as you are in prayerful mode, God is pleased but the pastor and the rest of the congregation certainly aren’t. They are keenly aware of the insult even if the wearer is blithely ignorant of the message of disrespect that they are sending.

Going anywhere barefoot is just plain unhygienic and dangerous especially considering the preponderance of discarded hypodermic needles left by junkies at beaches and playgrounds. Broken glass is everywhere including the interior of supermarkets. Considering that many people do not bother curbing their dogs or scooping up the feces afterwards, an unshod romp in the park and stroll through the produce section afterwards is enough to gag a maggot.
No doubt multi-culti fanatics will start squealing in outraged defense of the national wear of Pakistan, a.k.a. “Pakistani pajama” outfits falling into the nightwear category but seeing foreign dress on residents of the US, UK or any other First World Western nation is a loud and clear indication of refusal to assimilate. And that is a whole different front in the Culture Wars.

Coakley witnessing McCormack's assault by Meehan

Upon leaving a Democratic fundraiser at a bar in Washington, D.C. on Tuesday evening, January 12^th, Massachusetts Attorney General and Senatorial candidate Martha Coakley received what may be a fatal body blow to her campaign when her bodyguard pushed hard to the sidewalk an accredited Weekly Standard reporter, John McCormack, for daring to ask tough and probing questions when he had the chance.

The bodyguard in question wasn’t just your average Democratic rent-a-thug either. He is none other than Michael Meehan, a highly placed operative within the Democratic National Party and the communications expert for the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee (DCCC), and Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee (DSCC). He was an advisor to Senators Kerry and Boxer, was Chief of Staff to Senator Cantwell and was a political director for former Senator Daschle when he was Senate Majority Leader. Now Meehan, besides currently acting the goon for Coakley, is an Obama-appointed nominee to the Broadcasting Board of Governors (BBG) whose stated mission is to provide, “an example of a free and professional press” to the world at large and which oversees the Voice of America and Radio Free Europe.

The Associated Press immediately aided the Democratic thuggery and hypocrisy of the situation by misreporting the incident as McCormack “stumbling” and claiming that in photos and videos, which clearly show Meehan’s push and subsequent body blocking of McCormack as, “Photos and video show Coakley aide Michael Meehan trying to help McCormack up.”

Coakely herself is seen in photos and videos as an eye witness to the assault, barely breaking stride as she swept past the prone McCormack. Despite the hard evidence, she said, “I’m not sure what happened. I know something occurred, but I’m not privy to the facts. I’m sure it will come out, but I’m not aware of that.”

She is also blaming her Republican Senatorial rival, Scott Brown, for the incident, claiming that McCormack was a “Republican stalker”.

According to McCormack, “She saw me get knocked to the ground and kept walking. “I wouldn’t say I was surprised. … She’s decided she’s entitled to the seat without answering questions on issues that are of national importance.”

As a state Attorney General, Coakley is required by law to report the assault that she witnessed no matter who did it. By actively denying photographic and video evidence, which clearly shows her witnessing the assault, Coakley is not only shielding but aiding and abetting violence against the press, which is a thuggish tactic of win-at-all-costs despots throughout modern history. If that is the case then her earlier regrettable campaign ad misspelling “Massachusetts” is going to be the least of the Bay State’s worries if their Secretary of State William F. Galvin, who is notorious for rushing through Democratic wins, makes good his threat to delay the seating of a winning Republican in order to maintain President Obama’s 60 Democratic seat super majority for the upcoming Obamacare Senate vote.

Blame it on my British husband for turning me into a fan of Guy Ritchie as a director but I just love his movies! Sure, they’re violent but so is the news and if what is being done to the US Constitution by our ruling elites doesn’t qualify as excessively brutal, I don’t know what is. So, what can a maturing director, whose movies have convoluted plots and Dickensian characters, do but combine 1892 Victorian London and the greatest fictional detective of all, Sherlock Holmes? The mix works and it is magic. Sherlock Holmes is director Guy Ritchie’s masterpiece of grit, grime and gigantic characters all grinding together in an exciting mystery adventure film complete with ersatz occult magic hinting at New World Order trickery.

Sherlock Holmes is a feast for the eyes and a real workout for the educated. You’ve got clues galore, fantastic urban archeology, great costuming, your usual satanic cult, your “dead” rising from the grave, your decadent aristocrats, your gruesome deaths, bare knuckle fighting, scenes in slaughterhouses, crazy contraptions ala Jules Verne, allusions to Cecil Rhodes’ desire to reunite America to Great Britain, the disastrous and premature launching of a sailing vessel, the construction detailing of London’s Tower Bridge being turned into a rough justice gibbet and Escher moments on stairwells.

Already up for a Golden Globe Nomination, Sherlock Holmes stars Robert Downey Jr. as a bohemian Holmes tormented by his brilliance, unconcerned about social niceties and reckless of his personal safety, able to function at any and all levels of society. Jude Law is his Dr. John Watson, but a Dr. Watson, who is more of a physical equal, brave as a lion yet prey to gambling and a desire for normalcy that constantly plays second fiddle to the adrenaline rush of accompanying Holmes on his dangerous missions.

Thrown into this friendship is the disturbing Irene Adler, played by the tepid Rachel McAdams, the only woman to have ever bested Holmes in a game of wits in Sir Author Conan Doyle’s A Scandal in Bohemia. Watson finds Holmes obsession for Adler a great weakness and Holmes considers Watson’s love for his fiancée, Mary Morsten, boring. However, the tension between the two over their personal lives takes back seat to their hunt for and ultimate thwarting of the formerly executed, newly-resurrected Lord Blackwood, a black magic murderer determined to take over the world by first bringing down Parliament by poison gas.

Normally, when modern authors seek to “improve” or extend storylines on long dead authors, they fail miserably since they totally disregard the spirit of the original stories in favor of our currently crude and ahistorical culture poisoned through and through with political correctness. But the coordination of the screenplay by Michael Robert Johnson, Anthony Peckham, and Simon Kinberg with the screen story by Lionel Wigram and Michael Robert Johnson is everything Sir Author Conan Doyle could have wished and then some. In other words, Sherlock Holmes: Nazi Hunter, this ain’t.

Guy Ritchie regular Mark Strong plays Lord Blackwood with all the malevolent energy of a Victorian Dracula and Eddie Marsan plays the unenviable role of Inspector Lestrade. Kelly Reilly is the wine flinging, long suffering Mary Morsten. The only sour note I found in the character portrayals was Geraldine James ‘, Mrs. Hudson, who is alternately sneered at and insulted by Holmes. Previously, Holmes was the soul of respectful courtesy towards Mrs. Hudson but Ritchie’s movie Holmes has a familiarity-breeds-contempt nastiness in the relationship.

At the end there is the hint of a sequel with the unmasking of Irene Adler’s mystery boss, Professor Moriarity, but I would like to see Cate Blanchett cast as Irene Adler. Unlike Rachel McAdams, with Blanchett, you not only know but can see that there is intelligence behind those icy, calculating eyes.

Sherlock Holmes is a must-see movie and a great way to start off your 2010 viewing season. Parents: Whatever you do, make sure to drag your teenagers to this movie. They need to be exposed to some of the greatest characters of English literature ever invented. The movie itself is really too intense for preteens and young children but get them reading Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s original stories, which are perfect transitional reading from kiddie to young adult literature. I discovered Sherlock Holmes at age eight and the very first story I read was The Speckled Band. It not only scared the delicious bejeepers out of me but I couldn’t sleep without a night light on for weeks afterward. Then one day I realized that I didn’t know anyone, who had been to India, and could finally turn off the light for a good night’s sleep.

It’s such a little AP notice; hardly more than a blip on the news ticker but, as of January 4, 2010, Immigration and Customs Enforcement will no longer detain asylum seekers to the US if they can prove a credible fear of persecution in their home countries. ICE Director, John Morton, under the orders of the Obama Administration, said that if asylum seekers can meet certain conditions then they can temporarily enter the US.

At time of entry, the asylum seeker must be able to prove their identities, not be a danger to America, not be a flight risk and must fear for their lives or physical safety if they return home. As it stands now, any asylum seeker without documentation is deported immediately while many of the documented are detained until processed.

As with any so-called “improvement” by socialist dominated regimes in once free Western countries, it is always important to go beyond what looks good on their paper to see what such programs look like in practice in other nations. In spite of President Obama’s best efforts to totally alienate them, one need not look any further than our still closest ally, Great Britain.

Because of its overly generous, easy-to-obtain welfare benefits, asylum seeking has been the favorite sport of immigration fraudsters in the UK for nearly a decade now. Immigrants from China, Africa, the Middle East, the Balkans, South America and even blacks from the United States have all hit the UK’s shores claiming persecution in their home countries. Even though 97% of the claims are proven false, EU restrictive human rights laws, unscrupulous lawyers and liberal judges make it almost impossible to deport those making bogus claims. In 2006 alone 80,000 bogus asylum seekers were granted amnesty by the UK government because their caseload was too great and the majority of them had simply melted into the general population.

Asylum seekers in the UK get preferential treatment over native Brits and it is not unusual for bogus asylum seeker families to go right to the head of the line for social housing, medical treatment, job training and educational slots. Add the bogus asylum seeker numbers to the illegal immigration and human trafficking going on in the UK and the UK has for all intents and purposes lost complete control of its borders.

It is also not unusual either for bogus asylum seekers in the UK to game the system while maintaining their ties to their native countries through property and bank holdings. As an example, just this past month UK welfare officials discovered that a Dubai property owning Muslim woman bearing a Dutch passport had for seven years collected the equivalent of $116, 900.00 while passing herself off fraudulently as a Somali asylum seeker. Plus the woman claimed an additional $50,400.00 by saying that her husband and she were no longer living together when, in fact, they were. She also bore three children during this time and claimed national welfare benefits for them too.

Yet the woman and her husband did not go to jail for fraud nor was she deported. The Somali lawyer, who advised her to create a false identity, was not punished nor deported either. The lax enforcement of immigration laws and the incredible ease with which bogus asylum seekers and all immigrants, legal or otherwise, get access to British welfare has earned that country the nickname, “Soft Touch Britain”.

The native British population is horrified at what is happening to their country but any debate is killed by playing the race card. Since 2000 charges of gross incompetence against the Labour Government have been leveled but recently it came to light through actual admission from civil servants and advisors, Andrew Neather, who worked for Tony Blair and Jack Straw and Jonathan Portes, a former speech writer for Prime Minister, Gordon Brown, that the decision to flood the UK with immigrants of any claimant status was to demographically and multi-culturally change the UK through diversity and to use the race card to humiliate the Tory Party if they objected.

Mr Neather commented on Labour’s Open Door Policy by saying, ‘I remember coming away from some discussions with the clear sense that the policy was intended - even if this wasn’t its main purpose - to rub the Right’s nose in diversity and render their arguments out of date.’

While Labour is congratulating itself on importing millions of new Labour voters, tens of millions of Brits are hardening in attitude against the Labour Party and it is expected that in the UK’s next General Election, tentatively scheduled for May 2010, Labour will be thrown out of office and kept out for at least the next decade.

Perhaps the Obama Administration, in its eagerness to emulate “Soft Touch Britain” by easing America’s asylum rules in order to demographically secure votes and wield the race card against Republicans and conservatives, should seriously take into consideration what happens politically in the UK in May 2010. While it would be nice to see the US Socialist Democrats out of power for at least the next decade, if not permanently with our 2010 and 2012 elections, far too many bogus asylum seekers will crash up unto our shores and be set loose starting on January 4 until someone with some patriotic, political sense closes the flood gates in 2012.

The Copenhagen Climate Summit imploded on its second day over the lethal ‘Danish text” leak of the draft agreement, which further empowers First World nations over the developing and undeveloped nations, sidelines the UN and dumps the Kyoto Protocol. As the screaming developing nations let off CO2 like weenies on a grill amidst all the limos and private jets of the attendees, the Northern hemisphere is gripped in Winter’s snowy embrace while it is still Fall. Global warming is dead and it’s too late to switch back to the Global Cooling of the ‘70s. The only control freak Globalist thing left on their humanity hating agenda is Climate Change with which to bludgeon us into shivering serfs.

The Summit started off with the usual political correct nonsense of Christmas trees being banned since it is a socialist rich, post Christian environment where nothing as crass as trees sacrificed for bourgeoisie sentimentality is allowed. To paraphrase C. S. Lewis’ The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, in the bizarro world of the socialist, it’s always Winter and never Christmas.

On the national level, the cultural obliteration of Christmas and its traditions proceeds apace with the First Family sending out Seasons Greetings’ cards, which makes one wonder about the contents of their spice cabinet. Then Frosty the Snowman has gone adult with risqué sexual content over at CBS. So…are Frosty’s snow gal pals frigid? The ubiquitous and smarmy “Happy Holidays” is enough to make one ralf, so anxious is it not to offend anyone’s exquisite cultural and religious feelings. Why can’t the politically correct just snarl, “Bah! Humbug!” and let everyone know how they really feel about Christmas instead?

This has been pointed out before but needs to be asked again: Weren’t these politically correct, elitist slobs at one point children? And didn’t they enjoy Christmas as much as the next person?

What happened to them? Did they go mental or something when they found out that Santa and his reindeer sleigh were part of the sweet mythology of Christmas?

BUT and here’s the REAL secret of Santa: Once you know about Santa, you then BECOME Santa yourself when it comes to gift giving. When a child is old enough to learn about Santa, it is time for them to go from, “Me-me-me! It’s all about me!” to, “What would Mommy and Daddy and Sissy like for Christmas? Do I have enough saved up to surprise them on Christmas? ”

Quite frankly, if children learned THAT lesson about Santa and budgeting for Christmas, there’d be a lot less bitter, socialists/atheists in this world. They’d learn that it is more blessed to voluntarily give than to receive, they would think of others first and they would learn self-discipline rather than immediate, selfish gratification. (Yes, I know a spoiled brat of a child that went from being nominally Christian to atheist because, to them, if Santa didn’t exist then God didn’t exist!)

Getting back to the scarcity of Christmas trees at The Copenhagen Climate Summit, we just got our tree from only one of two (count ‘em, two) Christmas tree lots in an entire 25 mile radius! When the attendant was asked why there weren’t more tree lots, she replied that the environmentalists had convinced city officials not to grant permits for tree lots plus the Forest Service was not allowing as much culling of pines this year. National forests are where most tree sellers here in Arizona get their stock!

My reaction? I blurted out, “#*^& those stupid environmentalists!” and the tree lot attendant, a woman in her late ’60s, started laughing in agreement then handed us extra candy canes from sheer and conspiratorial good will. So a 2009 Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. Extra snaps to you if you get a clerk in a corporate store to wish you “Merry Christmas” right back.

On Wednesday, November 24, Iranian demands that female nurses don the hijab in response to Iran’s providing $1.2 million for funding of the new El Alto city hospital in Bolivia sparked a national outcry among women’s rights advocates within Bolivia. In an international teleconference in La Paz held between Bolivian President, Evo Morales, and Iranian President, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, to celebrate the hospital’s opening, nurses were shown wearing hijabs as part of their new uniform regulations.

This imposition of political Islamic pseudo-religious attire from another country is causing a rift within Bolivian political ranks. Even though the Morales administration is the profoundly socialist MAS party, the Iranian demand is still seen as an affront on Bolivian cultural integrity especially in a country with a Roman Catholic majority.

Lourdes Millares, the Deputy for the Democratic and Social Power Party called the Iranian hijab demand, “…an assault on the dignity of women…” and excoriated Morales for, “…submission to the rules of another government.”

Millares went on to state, “We must make clear to the Iranian government that that hospital is Bolivian territory. They have made their money is one thing but this is Bolivian territory.”

Although Millares finds it hard to believe that the hospital would willingly impose the hijab, the government run newspaper, Cambio, states that the hijab reflects, “…health, cleanliness and respect for the culture of Iran.” However, Health Minister, Ramiro Tapia, also called the new hijab regulation an, “…assault on women.” His office is under heavy demand by outraged Bolivians for an explanation of the veil, which is not an Islamic religious requirement, but a visible manifestation of aggressive Islamic political conquest much like secular clothing and colors represent gang territorial boundaries.

Started as a visual method of approval for their fundamentalist male counterparts in the early ‘70s among female university students in Egypt, the hijab had been banned in Turkey and Egypt until recently. It is still banned in Tunisia and was recently banned in public venues in France. It is not an Islamic religious requirement nor is it mentioned in the Koran or hadiths. The hijab’s sole purpose is as a political and cultural tool thereby designating it as veiling resistance.

Unfortunately, the experience of the Bolivian nurses is not unique. Even though the hijab is not universal attire within the Muslim world, it is being used to wage relentless warfare on women by forcing its wearing and thereby submission to fundamentalist Islam on moderate Muslim and non-Muslim women alike. In the UK recently a Tory Muslim Peer, Baroness Warsi, was egged by fundamentalist Muslim men for not wearing the veil as she walked in Western dress within her constituency. Christian women in France, who must travel through heavily populated Muslim sections of their towns and cities, routinely don the hijab for safety’s sake.

There are so many truly awful things going on the world today that it is easy to get overwhelmed and downhearted. For one thing, it seems that no matter how much We the People protest against the socialist agenda juggernaut going on in our nation’s Capital, all our respective representatives-turned-dictatorial-lawgivers snort is “Whee! The people…?” This last being squealed as they lift their snouts from the public tax dollar trough in disgust at our kicking and screaming as we refuse to be robbed further or be dragged into their nightmare version of a command economy.

Then there are the leftist cultural and institutional attacks on Christianity, the shredding of the US Constitution, the governmental corruption and lawlessness, the voter fraud, the rapidly devaluing US dollar, the crumbling of the housing market, our devastated economy, the unemployment, the loss of our manufacturing base, illegal immigration, domestic spontaneous jihad syndrome attacks, you name it!

Yet, in spite of all that doom-and-gloom, it is vital to remember that we have much to be thankful for and what better day to remember what blessings we do have but that most American of holidays, Thanksgiving? The original 17^th Century pilgrims gave thanks to God for ultimately letting them survive their first few hardship winters in the Plymouth Colony. Every US President since Abraham Lincoln, who declared Thanksgiving a national holiday in 1863, has come out with a Thanksgiving Proclamation acknowledging the debt we, as a nation, owe God for our survival.

So before the big Zero in the Oval Office does his professional courtesy, photo op death-sentence-commuting of the other White House turkey, I’d like to thank God for the following blessings:

• That I have been given the gift of Life by God, that my eternal soul has value in His eyes and that his Son, Jesus Christ, is my Lord and Savior,

• That I am blessed with an incredibly happy marriage to the great love of my life, my husband, John Huggett, who means everything to me,

• That I found out through diversity, who my real friends and true family are,

• That I have a roof over my head, food on the table, and that we moved out of that insane asylum a.k.a., California, and to the high desert of Arizona where the people, the patriotism, the starry night sky, the ability to open carry and the scenery are incredible.

• That the America that I know and love is awakening slowly but surely to the present danger that she is in from the socialist thieves, criminals, fraudsters, thugs and seditious traitors that currently have control of the three branches of our government.

• That there is real hope and real change in the air as the US shifts to conservatism in all fifty states.

• That average Americans are heartily sick of Political Correctness and are beginning to reject it in favor of Reality, which, unlike Political Correctness, won’t ultimately get us killed.

• That more and more Americans are figuring out that Liberalism really is a mental disorder,

• That Americans are rediscovering the joy and strength of Christianity by understanding that just because we are admonished to,”…turn the other cheek.” it does not automatically make us into punching bags.

I could go on and on but I bet by now you are adding your own blessings and observations to the above list. Let’s just say that it is easy to forget all the good because we are constantly bombarded by the bad so it’s vital so share this national day of Thanksgiving first with God then with each other. For we are all the American family gathered around our tables, praying, eating, laughing, vying we each other over the wishbone, taking seconds, grateful for what peace and plenty we still have left, and determined to recoup what we have lost and move forward as a nation to that Shining City on a Hill that President Reagan envisioned for us.

Oh, and PS: Since we won’t be together this Thanksgiving, I’d like to personally thank the following conservatives for all the love, fun and camaraderie that we’ve shared in cyberspace in 2009: Warner Todd Huston, Lynn Gehling, Patricia Nordman, Marie Jon, Fred Hutchinson, Stephen Stone, “LB” Neal, Sandi Ree, Gary Schneider, Bob Parks, Selwyn Duke, “Redhat” Rob Shearer, Carol Jensen, Bill & Marie Bellew, Trent Duff, Ken Marrero, Sharise Parviz, Toby Westerman, Anita MonCrief, Mike Gaynor, Frank Hyland, and Mike Cutler.

And even though she’s not in cyber space but always physically underfoot demanding attention while I’m trying to write or do my web editing, my wild child of a cat, Siouxsie.

I’m not given to laughing at inappropriate moments in movies, especially when it’s literally the end of the world, but no one warned me that within the current disaster mega hit 2012 there lurks such utter and impossible physical lunacy that all you can do is laugh. When 2012’s sneak peek trailer was released earlier this year, it went viral on the web precisely because the trailer defied belief what with it’s violent upheaval special effects, star John Cusak’s crazy limo driving and Tom McCarthy’s sudden ability to segue from inexperienced student pilot to a Millennium Falcon flight jockey thanks to a massive overdose of adrenalin form which he probably is still recovering…recovering that is if his character hadn’t gone into the meat grinder gears of a later day Noah’s Ark right towards the end.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. The official 2012 web site has a synopsis so it’s worth quoting if only to get the minimal divorced-daddy-who-still-secretly-loves-his-wife-and-kids-saves-them-against-all-the-laws-of-physics-and-current-boyfriend-of-ex-wife-and-lives-happily-ever-after human interest subplot. To wit: Never before has a date in history been so significant to so many cultures, so many religions, scientists and governments. “2012″ is an epic adventure about a global cataclysm that brings an end to the world and tells of the heroic struggle of the survivors.

Okaaaaaaaaaay…So are we all supposed to be making out our Last Will and Testament because some Mayans constructed their celestial calendar to poop out centuries after their own civilization did? Even Nostradamus gave up his predictions at 2005 but we’re still here. I personally think that the day after D-for-Disaster-Day, December 21, 2012. I am going to wake up wondering, “Oatmeal or English muffins?” and “Only 3 more days until Christmas!”

Evidently director Roland Emmerich thinks otherwise. For him it’s a darn magnetic pole shift set in motion by neutron’s heating up the Earth’s core thanks to massive solar flares which disrupts the continental crust thereby getting all of California sliding into the Pacific, massive tidal waves inundating all coastlines, even those without the necessary coastal rise to generate the energy necessary for 1500 foot walls of water, the Yellowstone giant caldera going ka-blooey and unremitting earthquakes toppling every Christian and Buddhist landmark existing world wide but curiously leaving Mecca untouched. I mean, who knew earthquakes would make such dhimmitudinal distinctions?

For those of us, who grew up last century watching such films as Towering Inferno and The Poseidon Adventure there was a saying that, “If it was an Irwin Allen flick, it was a disaster.” Now here we are in the 21^st Century and it looks like Emmerich is picking up where Allen left off. Responsible for such films as Independence Day, Godzilla and The Day After Tomorrow, Emmerich doesn’t leave much standing in his wake. At least Allen only killed off the immediate cast. Emmerich goes for such wholesale human slaughter that he’s probably getting fan mail from Dr. Eric “The Lizard Man” Pianka.

2012 stars John Cusak as Jackson Curtis (probably the luckiest man in the 2012 universe what with his incredible driving, sprinting and diving skills and ability to avoid lava bombs), Amanda Peet as his confused ex, Kate Curtis, Chiwetel Ejiofor (now there’s a mouthful!) as geologist-cum-squishy-humanitarian, Adrian Helmsley, and Thomas McCarthy as the really squishy Dr. Gordon Silberman, who specializes in boob jobs for girlfriends of Russian sugar daddies. The 2012 supporting cast features the scrawny and leaden Thandie Newton as Laura Wilson, daughter of the self-sacrificing US President, Thomas Wilson, played by a very unhappy Danny Glover and can you imagine President Obama selflessly staying behind in an evacuation?

In fact, the only people who don’t really get left behind, the very people, who claim that they’re the ones, who should go forth and repopulate the world, are the exact same ones who need to be buried under ninety feet of silt after the flood waters recede. I’m talking about the US government and all the other world leaders and their cabinets right up to QE II and her nasty little corgis, whom she has stated that she prefers to her subjects. Yes, that’s right: the people may perish but the government goes on and what the heck is it going to take to kill the IRS off anyway?

Speaking of slimy politicians, Oliver Platt as Oval Office head honcho, Carl Anheuser, does a credible imitation of Bill Richardson and bulldog Zlatko Buric as Russian billionaire, Yuri Karpov, pushes everyone around as he and his sons, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, fight for their prepaid seats on the US version of Noah’s Ark. Cusak’s kids are pretty much run-of-the-mill child actors and, quite frankly, all of the yelling that substitutes for acting is the same by everyone except the crazy-as-a-loon character, Charlie Frost, who is played by Woody Harrleson with all the insane wisdom of one, who has listened to one too many editions of George Noory’s Coast To Coast radio show and really, really, really knows the end is near.

If you are shaking your head about now and wondering what type of people would believe this end of the world nonsense, just think of Al Gore, who recently stated that the center of the Earth was as hot as the Sun. Maybe now all this rush, rush, rush by the Democrats and the Obama Administration to tank the US economy and force us into the grinding misery of socialism while they pork out at the taxpayer funded trough suddenly makes sense. Considering how the liberals have destroyed education in this country and plunged us into a politically correct Dark Ages reflective of their own mindset, is it any wonder then that they are acting like time is not on their side? Maybe they really do think the clock runs out for them in 2012 and I am here to tell you right now that they are wrong.

The clock doesn’t run out for the Democrats in 2012. It runs out for them in 2010.