Citizen Phil

Mr. Potato Head

Hugo Chavez told the world, that President Bush is the Devil. He is determined to undermine freedom in the Western Hemisphere, and is anxious to cozy up to enemies of the United States. All the while, raking in our hard-earned cash in exchange for Venezuela's oil.

Hugo Chavez has earned himself an exemption from my "make-no-fun-of-physical-appearance" policy; because he is such a vile, repugnant snake; feeding on the sentiments of the poor and needy in his country, and our own. I believe that Hugo Chavez is actually Mr. Potato Head, brought to life by some demon, or perhaps by Lucifer himself. What do you think?

Copyright ©2007 by Phil Harris

Gordon Sinclair's - The Americans

If you have read my column on Townhall.com "The Americans, In Review", then you may appreciate this. It is a better link than the one included in my column, as this website also contains the original audio of Gordon Sinclair's broadcast. It is on a Canadian broadcasting history website, run by the Canadian Communications Foundation.

Ronald Reagan loved hearing it, and I do too!

Read the transcript or listen to the original broadcast of:
"The Americans" - by Gordon Sinclair:

http://www.broadcasting-history.ca/news/unique/am_text.html

.:.

A Wise Woman and her Blob

As a follow-up to my “Letters from Blob” article, please read the following letter from a very wise woman. She has a great first-hand perspective to share about her own blob, and the road she traveled to arrive at the truth she knows today.

If we allow scientific thinking as a given, since we live in an enlightened age, surely the mere fact of oxygen entering the bloodstream through the nasal passages rather than the umbilical cord cannot be the key to viable life. That sounds more like magical thinking, doesn’t it.? The magical whiff of oxygen, and poof! …the fetus is a real baby!

When I was in college, back in the 60's, I didn't really know any babies. There was a sexual revolution going on, we had the "pill" and if that failed, abortion seemed like an equally available alternative. I wasn't "religious", and neither were my friends. We were "liberated" women. I thought I had it all figured out.

A few years later, I was married and pregnant, and I felt the movement of a "blob" inside of me. Before I even began to comprehend what was going to happen to me at 9 months, it happened at 7 months. That blob made his entrance into the world early, and his lungs were not ready. He was very small, and in intensive care, and I was stunned to find myself looking at that blob with a heartbeat, somehow shaped exactly like a human, just lying there with tubes and monitors.

The doctors told me he might not make it, and that they might have to do some surgery, which they said more than likely would fail. There is a lot more to this story, but my blob survived and when I looked into the level gaze of his big blue eyes I saw him looking back at me and I recognized him. He only weighed around 4 pounds, but he was that same person that I see today, more than 30 years later. Of course, I don’t think of him as a blob, and he is now definitely a strong, kind, loving son, with a wife and son of his own. I have believed in God more because of that blob.

I didn't see my blob as a human because of magical thinking. He was real, and if for some reason he had been killed before he breathed the sacred air of the outside world, he would not have been less real. I know that with no shadow of doubt. It makes no more sense to kill a child before he breathes the air of our atmosphere, than it would to kill an adult because we find him annoying, like a retroactive abortion. We wouldn’t do that, would we?

I can’t stand to think about what could have happened to the contents of my uterus if I had become pregnant before it was convenient or “right” for me. I could have easily permitted it to happen without even knowing who I had allowed to be killed because he had not yet breathed oxygen.

Very well put!

Copyright ©2007 - Phil Harris

Letters from Blob

Here's something special, just for all of you TotalFarkers. If you are getting such a hoot out of the Blob Letters, perhaps you will like this one even better. Aborted Fetus Sings

Dear Mom,

Well, it’s been almost four weeks. Crazy how time flies, isn’t it? You still don’t know I’m in here yet. The angel told me you’d find out pretty soon, because you’ll be missing something. She said that while you are looking for it, you are going to start thinking about me. I am so excited, and wow, I just can’t wait!

Love,
Blob
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Dear Mom,

I can tell you know about me now, or at least you think you know. The angel said that you have been wondering if I might be in here, but you still aren’t sure. Sometimes, I get a funny feeling, and I wonder if it’s when you are thinking about me. I don’t know what it is, but it seems like things get all tense. Are you okay Mom? Hope you feel better soon.

Love you,
Blob
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Dear Mom,

Why have you been crying? The angel told me that you and Daddy have been yelling at each other. Are the two of you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? I hope not, but I am sorry if I did. Please don’t be mad at me.

I love you so much,
Blob
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Dear Mom,

I have some really really great news! You know that I’ve been busy in here for twelve weeks now, and guess what. I’m going to be a girl! Yes ma'am, I am going to be the most beautiful little girl any Mommy has ever had. I am getting so big that you just wouldn’t believe it.

Your loving daughter,
Blob
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Dear Mom,

The sweet sixteen is here. Yep, I am sixteen weeks old and I am getting pretty good at stuff in here. My arms and legs are working great. Did you feel it when I poked you with my foot this morning? I hope it didn’t hurt you. It feels good to move my arms and legs.

Love,
Blob
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Dear Mom,

What were you and Grandpa arguing about, and why have you been crying again? I hope Grandpa isn’t mad at me. Did I do something to make Grandpa unhappy? I hate it when you are sad Mom. It makes me feel all icky when you are sad. I haven’t heard Daddy for a long time. Is Daddy okay?

Love,
Blob
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Dear Mom,

You’ve been crying for a long time today. Please don’t be so sad. I know there are lots of people who love you just as much as me, and I’ve only been around for seventeen and a half weeks. Guess what Mom. I weigh almost a whole pound, and I am starting to get my hair, and my fingernails, and…

What’s that scary sound? Are you using the vacuum cleaner? I thought you told Grandpa we were going to the doctor. Hey… something is poking me in here. OH NO! Mommy, my water disappeared, and... Hey, that’s cold. Get that thing away from me. Mom… something is… OUCH! Mom… that cold thing is biting me on the leg, and it… OH, AAAHHH! Mommy… Mommy… Help ME! That cold thing… it tore off my leg! It’s coming back in again! Mommy… it’s biting my head. Stop hurting me… please, my new hair… you’re going to ruin my new hair. Mommy it hurts… it hur….
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Carhart and his Demons Lose in the SCOTUS

I simply do not have time to write a proper article, celebrating the victory today in the Supreme Court of the United States. The court has upheld the federal ban on the Partial Birth Abortion procedure. This is, of course, only a partial victory in the greater war against infanticide in America, but it is a victory, nevertheless.

Here is a snippet from an email broadcast, sent out by Jay Sekulow. His group, the ACLJ, has been an effective advocate in this and other legal battles.

Today we applaud the Supreme Court of the United States for its decision to uphold the national ban on partial-birth abortion and outlaw the gruesome procedure. The ACLJ filed amicus briefs in both cases before the Supreme Court - including one on behalf of some 80 members of Congress and more than 320,000 Americans.

This is a monumental victory for the preservation of human life. By rejecting the lawsuits challenging the national ban, the high court demonstrated that this horrible practice has no place in the medical community. We're delighted and encouraged that a majority of the Justices of the high court determined that it was time to bring an end to what only can be described as infanticide. This decision represents an important shift in the ongoing battle to protect human life and represents a very significant pro-life victory in the abortion debate.

Praise God Almighty for this great news, and in a week otherwise tragically stained with the blood of those murdered at Virginia Tech. Take that, "doctor" Carhart. Too bad, you will no longer get to see and feel the little babies squirm, as you stab them in their little heads and suction their brains out. You will now have to get your monstrous jollies in some other way.

If you are wondering why this was such an important victory, and why I and others hold "doctor" Carhart in such disdain, please read the testimony before Congress of Brenda Pratt Shafer, R.N., included in this earlier article.

Copyright ©2007 by Phil Harris

Monsters in America

(Published Monday, 04/16/2006 at Townhall.com)

I am writing this prior to having any clue about the perpetrator, or his motives in the Virginia Tech shooting horror, but for some odd reason I feel compelled to say something. Can we adequately express our condolences to the loved ones of those killed and wounded? The short answer is that we cannot.

As a nation, these past two decades have given each of us, more than our share of opportunity to use the old adage, "There, but for the Grace of God, go I." We may offer them our empathy though, for that very reason. As more and more of these sick tragedies occur in our various communities, I think most of us have, at some level, prepared ourselves for the day when it will hit closer to home.

What is it that infects these people, and turns them into abominable monsters? They appear to have little to no sympathy for the innocent, and in this case, the killing and wounding was so widespread, that one cannot fathom any possible motive of payback for a perceived wrong. Of course, payback killing is also indefensible, but at least we can look at the process and see, at the very least, a twisted reason.

Bare-Bottomed Democrats on Display

Never have I witnessed a more short-sighted bunch of spoiled brats in positions of leadership, or aspiring for leadership, than we have in the Democrats today. We have the first female Speaker of the House of Representatives. Nancy Pelosi is apparently not satisfied with that job, because she simply cannot keep her hands off of the duties and roles assigned to the Presidency. Just a few seconds of self reflection, should send every one of the usual suspects under their mother's skirts from sheer embarrassment.

Now, embarrassed is a funny word when you stop and think about it. It describes a feeling of shame, or a state of existence where one would rather not be. It describes a feeling, where you know critical eyes are watching in disapproval.

Words rarely exhibit such an exquisite construction of components that so accurately describes human emotion as does this word. Think how you would feel if suddenly your pants were to fall down, and you are left standing in public, bare (bottom) hanging out for all to see.

Is it coincidence, or is this how this word came into existence? There are many words that begin with the em- prefix, such as emboldened, which means that you have gained boldness. So then, just to be clear, embarrassed means that you have gained a bare (bottom). This, of course, would be humiliating for most of us.

Deep Thoughts about Imus in Mourning

Editorial Note: A wise man pointed something out to me. Even though many have the same impression of Imus (scruffy, geezer, constipated, etc.), my discussion of issues will be better served, if I refrain from attacking an individual's appearance. On reflection, I have to agree. Some aspects of appearance are under an individuals control, but most are not, and have little to do with attitudes or ideology. I will leave this article as posted, with this note, but in the future I will try to remember that advice.

So... the scruffy old geezer finally went too far it seems. There has been a lot published on this topic already, so I probably will save some finger fatigue and not say too much. One particularly direct column from yesterday was by Michelle Malkin, who wasn't even a little shy about using all those "words" in the title of her piece.

I guess that I am a little bit on the shy side, so I won't be typing those words. However, the meaty part of her point was made by sharing the lyrics of the top six songs on Billboard Magazine's Hot Rap Tracks chart for the week. Every one of the top six "songs" made frequent, front and center use of the "N" word, the "B" word, the "H" word, and all the other "first-letter" words that one can imagine. Therefore, the fact that such an uproar was launched because some "white" idiot said "nappy-haired" and used the "H" word does not really balance out with the real problems of disrespect in the affected community.

From the articles that I have read, no one was particularly broken up regarding Imus's outcome, because... well no one cared for the guy anyway. I could never stand to watch him, because he always looks like he is constipated, and he looks as if he is still trying to "work it loose" while talking into the microphone.

Regardless of Imus's sphincter exercises, and that his offensive words were ridiculous, the most disgusting thing was watching the nauseating, sanctimonious, fart-mouthed grandstanding (once again) by our dear "love-thy-neighbor-unless-he-is-white" friends, Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson. What those two men have done these past twenty or forty years to the black community, is little different in my view from what a pimp does to his working girls. They tell their "constituents" that they are working for their best interests, when in fact, the only interests they have are how much face time they can score in front of the television cameras.

It makes me want to puke, just writing about it [gag-cough].... so I think I'll just stop right here.

Copyright ©2007 by Phil Harris

A word about the Easter Celebration

What is it that we are acknowledging on this day? It is not the remembrance of Christ's horrible mistreatment at the hand of pious men. It is not the sorrow of the friends of Jesus, as they watched him die, and then placed him in the tomb. We celebrate Easter, because it marks the day that sin was defeated for all of eternity.

It marks the day that Christ rose from the dead, as he said he would. It is the fulfillment of the prophesies that the Messiah would come. Christ defeated sin, and thanks be to God Almighty, that he gave his only son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish, but shall have eternal life!

The Old Men (Are) Dreaming Dreams

Do you have a sense that the “other shoe” is about to drop; a sense of impending change; a quickening? The mind can play funny games, no doubt, but I have to admit that something in life seems different, somehow.

If you are not of the Christian faith, then perhaps this discussion will seem odd. If you are atheist or agnostic, you likely have reasoned yourself into believing (or not believing), that such is of little consequence. Nevertheless, I would like to point out that in a world where there are few absolutes, and where knowledge of fact can become yesterday’s mistaken assumption, a wise man will temper his wisdom with perpetual self doubt. If a wise man stands rigidly on nuggets of reasoned wisdom, for rigidity’s sake, that man may find himself standing on lumps of fool’s gold when the new day dawns.

Bible scholars have argued forever about the mysterious book of Revelation, the last book of the New Testament. It was written by the Apostle John., when he was in exile on a small Greek island in the Aegean Sea, called Patmos. The style of the book has been labeled, apocalyptic literature, and it is filled with mysterious and downright frightening descriptions of coming events, revealed to him by Jesus Christ.