Under the Oak

President Obama is alleged to spend time reading 10 letters from ‘ordinary people’ each morning, and sometimes writes a couples sentences back!. Shocking!

I know. I know. Presidents can’t read all the mail. Ten letters is probably pretty good for someone who is so busy ‘changing’ the foundation of our country every day. I suppose it is the article itself that irks me. I seriously doubt that O’Donnel, who uses words for a living as I do, accidentally implies that Barack Obama is something other than an ‘ordinary person’. I couldn’t help but chuckle at this short paragraph:

He enclosed a photo of his dad. It was returned in a sealed plastic bag with Obama’s reply, he said.

This mentality is part of the reason I don’t believe that Communism is where we are headed after our pitstop at Socialism. In Communism, there is at least the vocabulary of equality (Comrade Obama doesn’t have near the ring that Mr. President does). Fascism is more likely.

Thomas Jefferson and John Adams would weep.

Of course, the first thing I see after reading that sickening article is another in which we are informed that the elites wish to have the federal government ‘rescue’ a failing industry – the newspaper industry.

A helicopter makes a successful emergency landing in an Iraqi field only to be surrounded by armed Iraqis – the good kind. (via Michael Yon)

They’d been on patrol, saw the helicopter go down and come over to see who’d dropped in. Should’ve seen their faces when they found out one of the pilots was Iraqi. Instant collective confidence boost. Iraqi flags popped up on the vehicles and the troops spread out to secure the area until the cavalry — in the form of one of our mechanics — arrived.

I confess that in the thick of it I had doubts about how Iraq would turn out. Granted, they aren’t out of the woods and I don’t foresee them loving us such that they’ll be applying for statehood anytime soon, but it is nice to see the progress that has been made in that nation all the same.

A shame we never hear about it.