On June 7,2012, "Mitt Romney ran a great campaign!" said Rick Santorum on Sean Hannity Radio Show as a call-in. Yes..he was asked if he wanted VP...which Santorum said was Romney's decision. After Santorum met with Romney for about 1 1/2 hours discussing topics, Santorum decided to back Romney via endorsement. Santorum praised Bill Clinton for admitting that Obama was wrecking America for wanting tax hikes during a three year and counting...recession. Santorum convinced public will rally for Romney and America will rebound from the brink of socialism doom path for capitalism. Fed up with platitudes, a commencement speaker told assembled grads that,"They are nothing special". English teacher David McCullough Jr. of Wellesley High School in Boston used a different style called brutal honesty. Many long-time graduates agreed on a radio show in a major city that "it was a wake-up call" and the lady felt she and her class MIGHT have benefitted from a "reality speech" like that one. (1) Transcript here: http://www.theswellesleyreport.com/ Dr. Wong, Dr. Keough, Mrs. Novogroski, Ms. Curran, members of the board of education, family and friends of the graduates, ladies and gentlemen of the Wellesley High School class of 2012, for the privilege of speaking to you this afternoon, I am honored and grateful. Thank you. So here we are… commencement… life’s great forward-looking ceremony. (And don’t say, “What about weddings?” Weddings are one-sided and insufficiently effective. Weddings are bride-centric pageantry. Other than conceding to a list of unreasonable demands, the groom just stands there. No stately, hey-everybody-look-at-me procession. No being given away. No identity-changing pronouncement. And can you imagine a television show dedicated to watching guys try on tuxedos? Their fathers sitting there misty-eyed with joy and disbelief, their brothers lurking in the corner muttering with envy. Left to men, weddings would be, after limits-testing procrastination, spontaneous, almost inadvertent… during halftime… on the way to the refrigerator. And then there’s the frequency of failure: Statistics tell us half of you will get divorced. A winning percentage like that’ll get you last place in the American League East. The Baltimore Orioles do better than weddings.) But this ceremony… commencement… a commencement works every time. From this day forward… truly… in sickness and in health, through financial fiascos, through midlife crises and passably attractive sales reps at trade shows in Cincinnati, through diminishing tolerance for annoyingness, through every difference, irreconcilable and otherwise, you will stay forever graduated from high school, you and your diploma as one, ‘til death do you part. No, commencement is life’s great ceremonial beginning, with its own attendant and highly appropriate symbolism. Fitting, for example, for this auspicious rite of passage, is where we find ourselves this afternoon, the venue. Normally, I avoid clichés like the plague, wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole, but here we are on a literal level playing field. That matters. That says something. And your ceremonial costume… shapeless, uniform, one-size-fits-all. Whether male or female, tall or short, scholar or slacker, spray-tanned prom queen or intergalactic X-Box assassin, each of you is dressed, you’ll notice, exactly the same. And your diploma… but for your name, exactly the same. All of this is as it should be, because none of you is special. You are not special. You are not exceptional. Contrary to what your soccer trophy suggests, your glowing seventh grade report card, despite every assurance of a certain corpulent purple dinosaur, that nice Mister Rogers and your batty Aunt Sylvia, no matter how often your maternal caped crusader has swooped in to save you… you’re nothing special. Yes, you’ve been pampered, cosseted, doted upon, helmeted, bubble-wrapped. Yes, capable adults with other things to do have held you, kissed you, fed you, wiped your mouth, wiped your bottom, trained you, taught you, tutored you, coached you, listened to you, counseled you, encouraged you, consoled you and encouraged you again. You’ve been nudged, cajoled, wheedled and implored. You’ve been feted and fawned over and called sweetie pie. Yes, you have. And, certainly, we’ve been to your games, your plays, your recitals, your science fairs. Absolutely, smiles ignite when you walk into a room, and hundreds gasp with delight at your every tweet. Why, maybe you’ve even had your picture in the Townsman! And now you’ve conquered high school… and, indisputably, here we all have gathered for you, the pride and joy of this fine community, the first to emerge from that magnificent new building… But do not get the idea you’re anything special. Because you’re not. The empirical evidence is everywhere, numbers even an English teacher can’t ignore. Newton, Natick, Nee… I am allowed to say Needham, yes? …that has to be two thousand high school graduates right there, give or take, and that’s just the neighborhood Ns. Across the country no fewer than 3.2 million seniors are graduating about now from more than 37,000 high schools. That’s 37,000 valedictorians… 37,000 class presidents… 92,000 harmonizing altos… 340,000 swaggering jocks… 2,185,967 pairs of Uggs. But why limit ourselves to high school? After all, you’re leaving it. So think about this: even if you’re one in a million, on a planet of 6.8 billion that means there are nearly 7,000 people just like you. Imagine standing somewhere over there on Washington Street on Marathon Monday and watching sixty-eight hundred yous go running by. And consider for a moment the bigger picture: your planet, I’ll remind you, is not the center of its solar system, your solar system is not the center of its galaxy, your galaxy is not the center of the universe. In fact, astrophysicists assure us the universe has no center; therefore, you cannot be it. Neither can Donald Trump… which someone should tell him… although that hair is quite a phenomenon. “But, Dave,” you cry, “Walt Whitman tells me I’m my own version of perfection! Epictetus tells me I have the spark of Zeus!” And I don’t disagree. So that makes 6.8 billion examples of perfection, 6.8 billion sparks of Zeus. You see, if everyone is special, then no one is. If everyone gets a trophy, trophies become meaningless. In our unspoken but not so subtle Darwinian competition with one another — which springs, I think, from our fear of our own insignificance, a subset of our dread of mortality — we have of late, we Americans, to our detriment, come to love accolades more than genuine achievement. We have come to see them as the point — and we’re happy to compromise standards, or ignore reality, if we suspect that’s the quickest way, or only way, to have something to put on the mantelpiece, something to pose with, crow about, something with which to leverage ourselves into a better spot on the social totem pole. No longer is it how you play the game, no longer is it even whether you win or lose, or learn or grow, or enjoy yourself doing it… Now it’s “So what does this get me?” As a consequence, we cheapen worthy endeavors, and building a Guatemalan medical clinic becomes more about the application to Bowdoin than the well-being of Guatemalans. It’s an epidemic — and in its way, not even dear old Wellesley High is immune… one of the best of the 37,000 nationwide, Wellesley High School… where good is no longer good enough, where a B is the new C, and the midlevel curriculum is called Advanced College Placement. And I hope you caught me when I said “one of the best.” I said “one of the best” so we can feel better about ourselves, so we can bask in a little easy distinction, however vague and unverifiable, and count ourselves among the elite, whoever they might be, and enjoy a perceived leg up on the perceived competition. But the phrase defies logic. By definition there can be only one best. You’re it or you’re not. If you’ve learned anything in your years here I hope it’s that education should be for, rather than material advantage, the exhilaration of learning. You’ve learned, too, I hope, as Sophocles assured us, that wisdom is the chief element of happiness. (Second is ice cream… just an fyi) I also hope you’ve learned enough to recognize how little you know… how little you know now… at the moment… for today is just the beginning. It’s where you go from here that matters. As you commence, then, and before you scatter to the winds, I urge you to do whatever you do for no reason other than you love it and believe in its importance. Don’t bother with work you don’t believe in any more than you would a spouse you’re not crazy about, lest you too find yourself on the wrong side of a Baltimore Orioles comparison. Resist the easy comforts of complacency, the specious glitter of materialism, the narcotic paralysis of self-satisfaction. Be worthy of your advantages. And read… read all the time… read as a matter of principle, as a matter of self-respect. Read as a nourishing staple of life. Develop and protect a moral sensibility and demonstrate the character to apply it. Dream big. Work hard. Think for yourself. Love everything you love, everyone you love, with all your might. And do so, please, with a sense of urgency, for every tick of the clock subtracts from fewer and fewer; and as surely as there are commencements there are cessations, and you’ll be in no condition to enjoy the ceremony attendant to that eventuality no matter how delightful the afternoon. The fulfilling life, the distinctive life, the relevant life, is an achievement, not something that will fall into your lap because you’re a nice person or mommy ordered it from the caterer. You’ll note the founding fathers took pains to secure your inalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness–quite an active verb, “pursuit”–which leaves, I should think, little time for lying around watching parrots rollerskate on YouTube. The first President Roosevelt, the old rough rider, advocated the strenuous life. Mr. Thoreau wanted to drive life into a corner, to live deep and suck out all the marrow. The poet Mary Oliver tells us to row, row into the swirl and roil. Locally, someone… I forget who… from time to time encourages young scholars to carpe the heck out of the diem. The point is the same: get busy, have at it. Don’t wait for inspiration or passion to find you. Get up, get out, explore, find it yourself, and grab hold with both hands. (Now, before you dash off and get your YOLO tattoo, let me point out the illogic of that trendy little expression–because you can and should live not merely once, but every day of your life. Rather than You Only Live Once, it should be You Live Only Once… but because YLOO doesn’t have the same ring, we shrug and decide it doesn’t matter.) None of this day-seizing, though, this YLOOing, should be interpreted as license for self-indulgence. Like accolades ought to be, the fulfilled life is a consequence, a gratifying byproduct. It’s what happens when you’re thinking about more important things. Climb the mountain not to plant your flag, but to embrace the challenge, enjoy the air and behold the view. Climb it so you can see the world, not so the world can see you. Go to Paris to be in Paris, not to cross it off your list and congratulate yourself for being worldly. Exercise free will and creative, independent thought not for the satisfactions they will bring you, but for the good they will do others, the rest of the 6.8 billion–and those who will follow them. And then you too will discover the great and curious truth of the human experience is that selflessness is the best thing you can do for yourself. The sweetest joys of life, then, come only with the recognition that you’re not special. Because everyone is. Congratulations. Good luck. Make for yourselves, please, for your sake and for ours, extraordinary lives.(2) (1)http://blogs.babble.com/strollerderby/2012/06/08/you-are-not-special-teachers-brutally-honest-commencement-speech/ (2)http://www.theswellesleyreport.com/ Breathes There The Man (Excerpt from “The Lay of the Last Minstrel”) by Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832) Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land? Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d, As home his footsteps he hath turn’d, From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell. High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor’d, and unsung.(1) "I hold the maxim no less applicable to public than to private affairs, that honesty is always the best policy." - George Washington -

Time To Vote Romney

Gingrich: Yeah, Romney Will Likely Be the Nominee, But...will he lose better than I would?

Chris Christie: I'd Be Much More Ready (to hose away a nomination)in 2016 (as just another **expletive** RINO.)

In Maine, President Obama Accuses Republicans of 'Madness', you expected an accusation of sanity? The GOP chooses lackluster candidate, tells Karl Rove to back him to make Bush's disgruntled masses suspect him of not being a conservative, Ann Coulter poor-mouths Mitt Romney until something happens or somebody tells her to give in an eat the excrement sandwich like all the other Republicans.

Obama is so "PUMPED UP" by seeing Romney, that he dares to challenge the authority of the Supreme Court BEFORE they FLUSH his healthscare nightmare down, down, down.
Two Obama appointees are CRAZY for healthcare by Obama and Ginsberg even shares Obama's hatred of the US constitution and made a trip to Africa to disparage it and say "other constitutions" were MUCH better.

Recycling Romney appears to be a promise kept to Romney, made to get him to back McCain who was not exactly a strong candidate either. Recall his choice of an unknown woman from a state with low votes. Recall how disappointed he was when SHE was more popular and pulled in lots of votes. McCain soon announced his vote approval of most notorious liberal SCOTUS person, Ruth Bader Ginsberg. Bader than whom we all said. She had allegedly chosen several dozen Jews ahead of more qualified assistants and most people were astonished and surprised and a bit disgusted when she got the Supreme Court appointment. Wouldn't be a obvious BIGOT count to disqualify her...Hell no, McCain drooled all over himself trashing millions of votes by declaring his admiration for her. What was that all about? Losing votes, obviously. McCain was such a poor actor, he almost WON against the sorriest, most inexperienced lawyer **expletive** the Democrats had ever promoted.

Everything we DID know, was all bad. We underestimated John McCain's will to LOSE.

Romney has a "scorched earth policy" that leaves his fellow Republican frontrunners
and all their voter followers...put upon if not downright angry at all his expensive attack ads. Romney seems to act like his voters will ADMIRE his ruthless style.

Most Republicans scratch their heads and wish Romney and his Romneycare had been a Democrat and a Democrat program. Then somebody wanted or at least favored as a bit of a conservative would be the nominee.

Many wanted to win the mega $640,000,000 so they could donate $100,000,000 to Santorum to save the country. What good is $600,000,000 after sky-high taxes and more sky-high taxes and a RUINED COUNTRY for one's children to be looking for a job and priced-out of college in? Most of 315,000,000 Americans have seen their homes, jobs, and savings shot to hell under socialist tyranny with NO END IN SIGHT!

Joe the Plumber even coaxed Obama into admitting his sick, demented communist objective to "spread the wealth." That is...spread the MISERY!

Has the world not seen enough of "spreading the wealth" with poor Greece and other countries having trashed economies because of socialist utopian "dreams" of somebody's "father".

Even the Supreme Court is giving Obama a pass on his citizenship rather than address his "Love Child" two American parent status! The US Constitution plainly states that BOTH parents SHOULD be born in America and the SCOTUS is very aware of Frank Marshall Davis being an American. It is obvious to anyone who notices that a male African American should be altogether much darker if he is half pure black African...not one shade darker than all the Republican candidates.

But the time is nigh for all Americans to vote out the fake "Kenyan". Let us all vote to insure Obama's defeat so that he will get Ayers to write yet another "expose".

The time for Republicans fighting and staying home in disgust are OVER!

Nothing but a landslide will insure that all the tricks of the tricky including renamed ACORN, union thuggery that is Supreme Court OKed for officials up to and including murder (Evers Act or another crapola Law), and other items. SCOTUS Blackmun has gone to his reward for authoring Roe v Wade and causing the deaths of millions of innocent babies and a shortage of Democrat voters they would have grown up to become.