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Merle Haggard Merle Haggard Merle Ronald Haggard (born April 6, 1937) is an American country music song writer, singer, guitarist, fiddler and instrumentalist. Along with Buck Owens, Haggard and his band The Strangers helped create the Bakersfield sound, which is characterized by the unique twang of Fender Telecaster and the unique mix with the traditional country steel guitar sound, new vocal harmony styles in which the words are minimal, and a rough edge not heard on the more polished Nashville Sound recordings of the same era. more » Year: 2011 2:50 119 Views Playlists: #1 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons! You know Dasher and Dancer And Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid And Donner and Blitzen. But do you recall The most famous reindeer of all Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer Had a very shiny nose And if you ever saw it You would even say it glows All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say Rudolph with your nose so bright Won't you guide my sleigh tonight Then all the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer You'll go down in history Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer Had a very shiny nose And if you ever saw it You would even say it glows All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say Rudolph with your nose so bright Won't you guide my sleigh tonight Then all the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer You'll go down in hi-sto-ry The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: Written by: Johnny Marks Lyrics © Roba Music Verlag GMBH, DistroKid, ST. NICHOLAS MUSIC INC. Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind Citation Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography: Missing lyrics by Merle Haggard? Know any other songs by Merle Haggard? Don't keep it to yourself! The Web's Largest Resource for Music, Songs & Lyrics A Member Of The STANDS4 Network Watch the song video Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer more tracks from the album Country Christmas [Sony] #1#1#2#2#3#3#4Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer#4#5#5#6#7#9#10#11#12#7#13#14#15#16#18#19#20#21#22#23 Browse Our awesome collection of Promoted Songs » Quiz Are you a music master? » What is AC/DC's most popular song according to Spotify? A. Back in Black B. Thunderstruck C. It's a Long Way to the Top (If You Want to Rock 'n' Roll) D. Highway to Hell Merle Haggard tracks On Radio Right Now Powered by Think you know music? Test your MusicIQ here! Movies in which is played Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer » Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

[Verse 3] Then how the reindeer, they loved him, yes they did As they shouted out with glee, oh yeah Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer I'm telling you you'll go down in history [Outro] Hey Rudolph

Editor’s Note: This is the second story in the series “Tragedy of The Wolf.” To read the first story “The Big Bad,” click here. “So I take a lighter to the Pigboy Magazine,” says the wolf, “and lob it into the treehouse.” The group around the sorting table breaks into laughter and mock indignation. “Den what happened?” asks Boris the senior mail clerk, an overweight grizzly bear wearing a pair of old wire frame spectacles. “Well, someone musta seen me. Next thing I know, a cop shows up at our front door, says I better follow him back to the station. So I go with him, just a cub in a ragged sweatshirt and a baseball cap, not the faintest idea of the world of shit I’m in. They let me off with a warning. Made the next day’s papers though.” Another round of grunts and chortles. Boris takes a long swig from a beer bottle. “So how’d you end up in this dump?” asks Donner, one of the older reindeer around the table, with fur speckled with grey. “I never did see those three pigs again. Heard they’re down in the valley now. Lawyers, finance-types, who knows. Assholes is what they were. Ma died a couple years later, so I drifted. Worked on a farm. Met a girl. Followed her around for a while.” “Well, Terry from Woodsville,” says Donner, “I’m sure glad we’ve got an extra pair a’ hands around—“ An eighth reindeer bursts into the mail room, its gait awkward and exaggerated. Donner and the other reindeer scatter, doing their best impressions of busy people diligently inspecting parcels, holding them to the light, weighing them, and then sorting them into bins. Boris lumbers around double-checking parcels nonchalantly, a beer bottle-shaped bulge showing through the fabric of his oversized trousers pocket. “Ey!” says the reindeer. “Ey! What is this? You fools ain’t being paid to sit around. We’re on the clock here!” He taps his watch as one would their feet: obnoxiously, that is. The reindeer has a narrow face and a long snout that culminates in a large bulbous nose and flared nostrils. His grey suit jacket is half a size too large and hangs shapelessly off his lanky shoulders. “Sorry Rudy,” says Donner, “just getting to know the new guy.” He nods at Terence, who smiles meekly. “Getting to know the new guy. Getting to know—oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt you guys? Can I offer you some cheese? Some crackers? A glass of champagne? No? You sure?” Rudy pauses to adjust his tie. “Because if I catch anyone one of you slacking off again—there’ll be hell to pay. You get me?” “Sorry Rudy—“ “Excuse me?” “Sorry— sir?” “Good. And new guy,” says Rudy, “get the fuck back to work.” He turns on his heels and strides through the double doors. “Who the hell was that?” says Terence. “Rudy. Used to be just some guy who worked here in the mail room,” says Donner. “We never got along with him. Never liked him. Just something about him, you know?” “Real prick,” says Boris. “Then one day he comes in to work like he’s about to have a coronary. Says he was having a smoke in the parking lot the night before and heard noises coming from an old Mercedes parked in the corner. He went over to check it out, and lo and behold: it was The Chairman. Mister-fucking-Claus himself, in the back seat doing the dirty with his secretary.” “Then what happened?” says Terence. “Well, the next morning management promoted him to Mail Room Assistant Supervisor. The Chairman even came down here to congratulate him. Now he thinks he’s the shit,” says Donner, “Just— you know, play along so he can lay off our backs.” “Yeah, total douche,” says Boris. Jiksun Cheung is a brand strategist and a postcard designer. He and his wife share their home in Hong Kong with two boisterous toddlers and enough playdough to last a lifetime. His work appears in SmokeLong Quarterly, The Molotov Cocktail, The Daily Drunk, Flash Fiction Magazine, and others. Find him at @JiksunCheung and

Lyrics to Harry Connick Jr. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer: Hey Kids! You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen But

Illustration is an engaging marketing modality. Its execution at Christmas-time has gifted many successes to America’s biggest can forget A Charlie Brown Christmas? The 1965 animated television special decried the “anti-commercialization” of the holiday. Little kids, including me, were sold on Charlie Brown’s angst about promoting the real meaning of Christmas among friends caught up in the distractions of the season. Dolly Madison, the series’ corporate Snack Cake sponsor leveraged our fixation to sell something to us as well. No “Good Grief” about that creative tactic! In addition to the association with the annual TV appearance, Dolly Madison incorporated Peanuts characters in their advertising and packaging during the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s. Regarding commercialization, “Why do we have to have a holiday season to emphasize it?,” pleads Charlie Brown. Lucy responds, “Look, Charlie Brown, let’s face it. We all know that Christmas is a big commercial racket.” Illustration promotes teaching moments and moves products. Ask Dolly “shining” example of the power of illustration in holiday marketing came in 1939 from Robert L. May, a Montgomery Ward copywriter. He was tasked with writing a poem for a free children’s coloring book giveaway intended to engage families and improve store traffic. Drawing on his own childhood experience with bullying, May created the character of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, a little buck ostracized for his shiny nose. Rudolph was a huge hit. Wards distributed million free copies of the story that initial year. The character also made its way into cards, songs and an animated series of his own. Again, the power of illustration to promote commercial sales!Illustration is central in many retail and product sales campaigns and in memorable safety, environmental and wellness Ignition Creative Solutions for your next campaign. It’s time to position your products and services to make lasting impressions. They may even “go down in history!”1. Then how the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer You'll go down in history Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say "Rudolph with your nose so bright Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?" Then how the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer You'll go down in Tekst piosenki: Rudolph the red nose reindeer Had a very shiny nose And if you ever saw it You would say it glows All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Rudy Join in any reindeer games Then one foggy Christmas eve Santa came to say Rudolph with your nose so bright Won't you guide my sleigh tonight Then how the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee Rudy the red nose reindeer You'll go down in history Rudolph the red nose reindeer Had a very shiny nose And if you ever saw it You would say it glows All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games) Then one foggy Christmas eve Santa came to say Rudolph mit your nose so bright Won't you guide mein sleigh tonight Then how the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee Rudy the red beaked reindeer You'll go down in history Dodaj interpretację do tego tekstu » Historia edycji tekstu ^{Then how the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer You’ll go down in history” Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Had a very shiny nose And if you ever saw it You would even say it glows All of the other reindeer Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games}

I’m not usually one to do an about-face in my opinion of someone that I dislike without a face-to-face encounter with them. I have a really hard time disliking people that I’ve spent time with…unless they’re just genuinely bad people. But, that happens very rarely, almost never. Once I’ve met you, even if it takes some Indiana Jones style archeology, I can find the good in anybody or at least a really compelling rationalization for the bad. It’s sometimes very hard to reconcile my relativist tendencies with my staunchly Christian personal values. For instance, I’m a 30-year-old virgin, because pre-marital sex is destructive, distracting, and wrong. As a matter of fact, if I never get married, I solemnly swear to die a virgin. No hail-Mary, deathbed tryst with a prostitute for me. However, if I see that’s the direction I’m headed, I may have to recant my disavowal of masturbation sometime in my late forties. Yes, it’s TMI, but as a blog subscriber you’re reading people’s innermost thoughts, so plan on occasionally coming across stuff that should have stayed more inner. But, I digress from my original digression vis-à-vis I’m a relativist. I can stand on the promises and the prohibitions of the Word of God, because I have His Spirit living inside of me. If I know that you don’t have His Spirit, I’m not looking to you to live up to Jesus’ standard. I’m just praying you can stay alive long enough to meet Him. Because, even though I am a Christian and have the Holy Spirit, my “stand” can sometimes bear a striking resemblance to “hanging on for dear life.” This reality can be, in the words of Dave Chappelle, a little flimsy. And, forget what you heard: being a Christian can sometimes make it harder. I couldn’t imagine trying to do this by myself. If it weren’t for God, I would be dead, dumb, crippled, crazy, or some combination of the four. But, because of God, I have the assurance that I’m never alone and never without love and EVENTUALLY things will work out. So, I have joy and peace before, during, and after the bad times, and I have a lot of really great times and great things due entirely to God. Those people who are trying to go it alone have my utmost sympathy. And if every once in a while, you need some sex or some drink or a puff of something or an extra slice of cake, I’m not mad at you. Again, it’s destructive, distracting and wrong, it won’t be me and it doesn’t have to be you, but I my relativist worldview, there’s almost a separate spectrum for politicians. There’s good to bad for regular human behavior, then there’s so-so to abominable for politicians. That’s why when Christian Conservatives started acting like Clinton was The Anti-Christ for having and lying about an extra-marital affair, I was more shocked by them. There was all this talk of his leading children astray by modeling dishonesty and sexual immorality, and misrepresenting our nation’s Christian values before a world audience. My first thought (after I realized they were serious and stopped laughing) was, if your children are using a politician as a moral compass, you need to climb down off that soapbox and go pray about your parenting decisions. Like Chris Rock said, “He’s not Reverend Clinton.” And even if he was, our example of how to live is supposed to be our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Bill Clinton is cool people, but he’s not BE CONTINUED…Tune in next time, when I’ll continue to meander slowly toward a point.

Picture: Getty. It was written by songwriter Johnny Marks, and was based on the 1939 story Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, by Robert Lewis May. The story introduced the idea of Santa's 'ninth' and lead reindeer, famous for his nose which lights up red to light the way for the sleigh on Christmas Eve. May was Marks's brother-in-law, and so Marks

Ladybug was rather proud of herself as she raced across the Paris rooftops on Christmas Eve. Her visit to the children’s hospital had been a complete success, and since she had made arrangements to surprise her parents with a romantic night out of dinner and the theater she didn’t even have to worry about anyone noticing her absence. It was a shame Chat Noir had been unavailable. It might have been nice for the two of them to hang out during her unexpected free time. Oh a whim she headed over towards the Eiffel Tower, thinking perhaps it might be nice to put in an impromptu public appearance while she enjoyed the holiday decor. However, she paused when she saw a lone figure slumped against the interior wall of the Agreste mansion. Her heart sped up as she changed directions to take a closer look. Sure enough, her instincts had been correct. Leaning against the stonewall was a tuxedo clad Adrien Agreste. He looked tired, his expression drawn. She doubted he had been outside long, given his lack of coat and how cold it was outside. He seemed consumed by the shadows of the barren courtyard with its unforgiving stone marble, a stark contrast to the bright light pouring from the windows of the house. The sounds of the party echoing in the distance- the strains of a small chamber orchestra, the chatter of guests and the soft chiming of glasses as the wealthy and elite of Paris celebrated another year of prosperity. Adrien stood, alone and silent, lost in his own thoughts. She landed quietly on the snow covered ground behind him. “What are you doing out here?” she asked. He turned around, surprised and alert. “Ladybug! I wasn’t expecting…” he trailed off, giving her a slow head to toe glance and clearly biting back laughter. “I um, like your outfit,” he said holding a hand in front of his mouth to hide his grin. It was in that moment that Ladybug remembered that she hadn’t bothered to change out of the themed costume she had made for her hospital visit. Her eyes widened in horror. The Red and white trimmed capelet frock coat complete with holly embroidery and silver bell accents might have been alright on its own, but she wasn’t sure how she was ever going to live down knowing that her crush had seen her sporting large, bell covered reindeer antlers. “It was for charity,” she blurted, positive that her blush was visible even with her mask, “Chat dressed up last year, but he couldn’t go this time so I figured I should keep the tradition alive.” Adrien’s smile morphed from one of amusement to one of infinite fondness. “I think that your partner would feel very honored if he could see you right now.” “So,” Ladybug said hoping a change of subject would distract her flustered emotions, “you didn’t answer my question.” “What question?” “What are you doing out here?” “Oh. That. I’m hiding actually. These Galas are extremely boring if you are under the age of 40.” “They can’t be all bad.” “The last conversation I had was with a 75 year old dragon woman about the decreased stock value of Florentine lace and whether or not it was time to bring ruffles back into fashion.” “And what did you say to that?” “I said, ‘I’m not sure, what do you think father?’ and then snuck away when he started pontificating about the shocking overuse of A-line silhouettes in bridal wear.” Ladybug laughed. “Well I can see why you would want to escape from that.” “Besides, the company is better out here anyways.” “I’m flattered,” she said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear and grinning. They stood for a minute in companionable silence, both looking at up at the sky while sneaking glances at the other. “So-” “So-” They both began, laughing at their shared reaction. “You go first,” Adrien said bowing slightly and waving his hand for her to speak. “What all do you do at these famous Galas?” “You mean aside from hiding?” Adrien teased. “Mostly it’s just a lot of idle gossip and empty flattery. Sometimes a drawn out political debate if you are particularly unlucky. The food is usually excellent though, so I highly recommend sticking close to the buffet tables if you ever have the misfortune to attend.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Ladybug laughed. “Of course now I will be scared to come even if I did get invited.” “Oh, well in that case I take it all back. These parties are the highlight of the season, full of the best and brightest- please come save me from my boredom, I am begging you,” Adrien said clasping his hands together dramatically and giving her an exaggerated pout. “Well with an endorsement like that how could I refuse?” she said, her eyes sparkling. “No,” Adrien sighed even as he fought back a smile, “as much as it pains me, I will be the bigger person. Run away. Run away and save yourself.” “Come on, I am sure it wouldn’t be so bad. Unlike you I’ve never been to one of these elaborate parties. It might be nice to get to dress up in a beautiful gown and dance and drink expensive Champagne.” “You would be stunning,” Adrien said softly. Ladybug felt her cheeks flush as her eyes locked on his. “Why… why do you say that?” she breathed. “Well, if you look this amazing with antlers on your head, I can only imagine how spectacular you would look in an actual gown.” “Oooh,” Ladybug moaned even as she blushed, smiling, “you just had to see me in these stupid things!” “It is a sight I am going to cherish to my dying day.” The looked at each other before they both burst into another round of happy giggles. From inside the house the lively music slowed into a melodic waltz. “Would… would you like to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand, his cheeks stained pink and his eyes not quite able to meet her own. Ladybug nodded, her voice caught in her throat as she placed her hand onto his. He pulled her in close, his other hand wrapping around to settle on the small of her back as he swept her into the steps of the waltz. They didn’t speak, simply allowing themselves to be caught up in the magic of the moment. The soft strains of the music seemed to weave with the winter wind as a gentle snowfall sparkled in the sky around them. They danced around the terrace, their matching blushes shrouded in the shadows of the night as they twirled to the soft melody coming from the house. When the song ended, they stood frozen, neither willing to break the moment. A strong gust of wind caused them both to shiver. Adrien chuckled lightly, finally letting go of her and wrapping his arms around himself. “I should probably get headed back inside. I hadn’t meant to be out here this long.” “We certainly don’t want you getting sick,” Ladybug said, smiling shyly up at him and toeing the ground, “although if your nose gets too red I can always loan you my antlers.” Adrien laughed again, a full happy sound that warmed her to her very soul. “Well it’s good to know that even if I am sick you will still come to my aid My…” he coughed, his face flushing again as he turned away embarrassed. “What?” “Nothing.” “No, what were you going to say?” she asked curiously. “I meant to say,” he stammered, “I am glad you will still come to my aid, my- my hero.” “Oh,” Ladybug said, feeling oddly disappointed though she wasn’t entirely sure why. “Well, that is my job. You know, saviour of Paris and all that!” She gave him a lopsided smile. He nodded, turning to look back towards the house as the musicians started up a particularly lively tune. “Well, I should get going.” “Right.” “This was… it was really great to see you,” he said. “Thanks, for stopping by.” “Of course! Anytime,” she said, her hands clasping against the fabric of her coat. He smiled at her again, giving her a quick wave as he turned to head back towards a side entrance into the house. “Adrien?” she called. He turned back questioningly, and before she could over think her decision she ran forward and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. It was hurried and brief, barely enough to feel the sensation of his slightly chilled skin against her lips. She pulled back, ready to throw her yo-yo out and run away as quickly as possible, but she found herself trapped by a hand at the small of her back. Adrien stared at her for a moment, his eyes full of wonder, but before she could utter any sort of explanation or apology he leaned down, and this time captured her lips with his own. Time seemed to stop. Her eyes drifted shut and she leaned into the kiss, feeling the pressure of his mouth- so much warmer than his cheek had been. It was a chaste kiss, neither party brave enough to push for more, but it was still dazzling, breathtaking, everything she had ever dreamed it would be. He pulled away after a few seconds, his other hand coming up to caress her face as he gazed at her with undisguised adoration. “I..I hope that was…” he stammered, “I mean, I didn’t mean-” Ladybug raised a finger to his lips to silence him. “Merry Christmas, Adrien,” she said, smiling at him with every ounce of love and affection she possessed. He grinned back, catching her hand in his own and placing another delicate kiss to the tips of her fingers. “Merry Christmas Ladybug.” Rock it, Rudolph Then one foggy Christmas Eve Santa came to say "Rudolph with your nose so bright Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?" Then how the reindeer loved him As they shouted out with glee "Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer You'll go down in history." Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer George Giuliani, a special education professor at Long Island University in New York, has recently proclaimed that the long-standing cartoon, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (along with the song by the same name) actually promotes poor choices and messages among children. You remember the cartoon, right? Because of his differences, Rudolph is ostracized from the North Pole and joins several other toys, animals and even a dentist-wannabe elf on the Island of Misfits. Eventually, the Misfits are able to return to the North Pole – on a foggy evening - and use their gifts to save Christmas. Of course, they all went down in however, contends that this story sends many sad and unnecessary lessons. One, it teaches children to let bullies rule their lives, as the misfits leave the area instead of standing up for themselves. Two, it teaches children that unless they have an extraordinary gift to offer their peers, they will never be accepted. He also contends that the movie actually teaches children how to bully others. And finally, it teaches children that some people take a harmless holiday classic way too seriously for their own remember vividly getting the TV guide out of the Sunday paper and circling when Rudolph would be airing on one of the three channels we got. Then I’d fret and fuss and fume until M*A*S*H went off and Rudolph was finally on. I’d cry when the misfits left, and I’d cry when the misfits save the day. I’d be scared when the Abominable Snowman tried to catch the misfits, then I’d laugh when they were all friends again. This was the routine every single year until high school and I started spending my time bullying other kids since I’d learned how to do it so flawlessly thanks to Comet, the jest, of course, I didn’t learn how to bully from the cartoon. I learned how to bully from bullies!! That’s not to say the cartoon was without its lessons. One year, probably third grade or so, the day after watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, I noticed a boy in my class was standing out on the other side of the tree at the far-end of the playground during recess. I knew in my heart-of-hearts that he must be feeling some kind of sad or he’d be playing with our classmates. I ran out to the tree and looked him square in the face; I told him that he was a good person, and I was so sorry he felt sad and he was a good draw-er (because I’d seen the doodles of cars on his notebook) and I asked him to just come back and play with everyone else instead of running off to the Island of told me to just go away because he was playing hide and seek, and I was giving away his prime hiding I missed the mark in that situation, but the point is that because of Rudolph and the other misfits, I had become empathic (but not intuitive apparently) and I don’t think that’s a bad trait for our kids to have. All of the other, other, other reindeer. Used to laugh and call him names. They never let poor Rudolph. Join in any reindeer games. (Then one foggy Christmas eve) You know (Santa came to say) (Hey Rudolph) You, with your nose so bright. Melvin: Come on, come on, come on, come on and guide my sleigh tonight. Then how the reindeer loved him.

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Generally, I follow politics the way I follow football. I choose a favorite team and become a die-hard fan right around the time of the Superbowl. Sure, it’s a little duplicitous, but how many other fans can say their favorite team plays in the Big Game every single year? If it’s any consolation, I always choose the pretty much the same with politics. Right around the Spring of every presidential election year, I become the consummate Democrat. "Why Democrat?" you might ask. It’s not my penchant for the underdog, as it might appear. Unlike my favorite football team, my political affiliation is unwavering from Big Game to Big Game. Simply put, I’m a Democrat because I’m broke and I’m Black and I’m not a masochist. The Democratic party has historically been the official political party of broke, Black non-masochists. At least, that is, ever since the turn of the century when the Republican party stopped being known as the anti-slavery party. What a difference a day makes…Anyway, like every good Democrat, I was outraged at and a little suspicious of Bush’s first and second term victories. Somehow, the outrage and suspicion never fully dissipated. It would dwindle to an ember, only to be stoked by some incident, speech or of that is a thing of the past, however. Part of the reason that I don’t take more of a day to day interest in politics is that regardless of who is in the White House, God is on the throne. My righteousness, my wealth, my life is not legislated. So, in his own inimitable way, God commanded that if I insisted on blaming the Bible for my lack of concern for "worldly" politics, I should stop paying selective attention to what it had to say on the was reminded that the Bible is clear that it is God alone who ordains who is and who is not to be in leadership. Promotion and demotion come from Him. What’s more, we are to honor, obey, and pray for the people that have rule over us, whether or not it is through any fault of our own that they ended up in that so I knew that stuff was in there, but the part of the brain that protects you from remembering traumatic events, and erases your memory of embarrassing, drunken escapades blocked it out. Unfortunately, I was no longer able to even feign now I am a Bush supporter. Maybe "supporter" is a little strong. It's probably more accurate to say that I am no longer a Bush detractor. It’s all about the baby steps. In any event, I will no longer engage in Bush-bashing or pick apart his every move, decision, and foible. Instead, I will do what I should have been doing all along. I will pray for prayer for George W. Bush is that in his next three years he will become the president that so many voters believed him to be. That he will stand on the principles and standards of his God. That God will give him the wisdom and the courage to make decisions, no matter how difficult and unpopular they may be, based on those principles and standards. That God will protect him from people (like the me of last week) who are wishing and praying him less than well. And, finally, that history will remember him as a great president and an even better you see, along with being a relativist, I’m also a hopeless optimist. But, that is only because God has proven to and for me that He can do the impossible. So, though I am a hopeless optimist, I am a faithful the record, however, I’m still a Democrat. And, my change of heart does not extend to appointees. I had a revelation, not a lobotomy.

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