Bound By Grace

I am late in seeing this, but I thought it would be worth giving others the head’s up, anyway.

Seriously, how much more of this can we take? This delusion-based legislation cuts both into our freedoms and our pockets, and there’s more in the works.

June 26, 2009

Dear Friend of Liberty,

Legislative sources on the Hill have informed me that a vote on “Cap-and-Trade” (Cap-and-Tax) is likely to come around 5 pm eastern today.

Once again, most legislators have no idea what is in the 1,201 page bill about to be put up for final vote.

Passing Cap-and-Trade is a very high priority for the Obama administration, but a procedural vote earlier this morning only produced a 217-205 favorable result. This very tight margin proves your calls and emails are having an impact.

Now is the time to turn up the pressure. Call your representative, Frank A. LoBiondo, at (202) 225-6572 immediately and urge him to vote against this latest tax scheme. (American families could end up paying several thousand dollars a year in higher energy bills as a result of HR 2454.)

Make sure Representative Frank A. LoBiondo at (202) 225-6572 hears from you! For email and fax information, visit our HR 2454 action page here.

In Liberty,

John F. Tate
President

(Organic, of course. I use Bragg’s.)

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Happy Birthday, Dear Husband.

I wish I had remembered when you woke me up while you were getting up for work this morning. I wish I were better at making special days special.

I hope you are in a good mood and have a very good day.

I love you!

I have to say, I think Mr. Grigg makes a pretty good argument:

It’s not difficult to imagine the victims of phony bomb threats fleeing their work areas in panic, making desperate cell phone calls to loved ones, and otherwise experiencing the visceral fear that comes from the thought that they confronted anonymous, arbitrary lethal violence.

We’ve seen an example of how this kind of thing works quite recently — a little more than a week ago, when the White House induced widespread panic in New York City by conducting a still-unexplained “photo op” involving a very low pass by one of its fleet of Air Force One 747s in more or less the same trajectory followed by the hijacked jetliners on 9-11.

A reader sent me the following description, provided by a relative who was on the scene, of the coronary-inducing panic that resulted from the White House’s bizarre, sadistic little exercise:

Our office is in the southern-most building in Manhattan. I mean literally the tip of the island. I didn’t see what was going on, but all of sudden almost the entire floor started sprinting for the stairs. That never happens.

These are people who pretend they are on the phone during fire drills, so they don’t even have to get out of their seats. I didn’t see the plane coming for the building, but when everyone runs for the stairs you run too. We are on the 50th floor, and let me tell you that is a long way to run. To make matters worse, there are people sobbing in the stairways, women falling down because of their high heels, ladders in the middle of the landings, and the floor is so slick that it makes it impossible to run down the steps in shoes with leather bottoms no traction at all - guess we should amend the dress code for sneakers, which is of course what everyone is wearing.

Did I mention the pregnant women trying to run down the stairs?

The worst part was the noise. Thousands of people running down the stairs is deafening. So loud in fact, that people thought it was the plane about to crash into the building.

I thought I was going to die today. I don’t mean maybe, and I don’t mean for just a second. I mean the entire way from the 50th floor down. When I started down from 50, I thought to myself, please, God, just let me make it to 45. When I got to 45, I thought if I can just get to 40 before it hits I have a chance. I did this over and over again until I got to he 1st floor.

The scene outside was surreal. Thousands of people standing around with no idea what they should do. Some people were standing around crying, some were running uptown, some getting in cabs, some standing right under the building, but no one with any idea what to do.

It’s impossible for me to see the moral difference between what the White House and its cohorts did on April 27, and the actions of someone who maliciously phones in a phony bomb threat that sends people scattering from their offices and classrooms. The only substantive differences have to do with the magnitude of the offense, and the costs inflicted on taxpayers and businesses as a result.

Pro Libertate.

Since then, running-shoe companies have had more than 30 years to perfect their designs so, logically, the injury rate must be in freefall by now.

After all, Adidas has come up with a $250 shoe with a microprocessor in the sole that instantly adjusts cushioning for every stride. Asics spent $3 million and eight years three more years than it took to create the first atomic bomb to invent the Kinsei, a shoe that boasts ‘multi-angled forefoot gel pods’, and a ‘midfoot thrust enhancer’. Each season brings an expensive new purchase for the average runner.

But at least you know you’ll never limp again. Or so the leading companies would have you believe. Despite all their marketing suggestions to the contrary, no manufacturer has ever invented a shoe that is any help at all in injury prevention.

If anything, the injury rates have actually ebbed up since the Seventies - Achilles tendon blowouts have seen a ten per cent increase. It’s not only shoes that can create the problem: research in Hawaii found runners who stretched before exercise were 33 per cent more likely to get hurt.

In a paper for the British Journal Of Sports Medicine last year, Dr Craig Richards, a researcher at the University of Newcastle in Australia, revealed there are no evidence-based studies that demonstrate running shoes make you less prone to injury. Not one.

It was an astonishing revelation that had been hidden for over 35 years. Dr Richards was so stunned that a $20 billion industry seemed to be based on nothing but empty promises and wishful thinking that he issued the following challenge: ‘Is any running-shoe company prepared to claim that wearing their distance running shoes will decrease your risk of suffering musculoskeletal running injuries? Is any shoe manufacturer prepared to claim that wearing their running shoes will improve your distance running performance? If you are prepared to make these claims, where is your peer-reviewed data to back it up?’

Dr Richards waited and even tried contacting the major shoe companies for their data. In response, he got silence.

The painful truth about trainers: Are expensive running shoes a waste of money? | Mail Online.

This video is only 8 minutes long. If fluoride can do this to horses, imagine what it’s doing to our bodies. Notice how the horses responded to the fluoridated water: they preferred eating snow and drinking dirty run-off water to the clean-looking water in their water trough.

Take the time to read the warnings on a tube of toothpaste with fluoride.

Get fluoride out of our drinking water!

During the painful years of the Bush regime, we had to endure the slings and arrows of the brown shirts who compose the so-called Republican base. Now that Obama has ascended the throne, the brown shirts of the left are emerging as the more conspicuous barbarians. Thank God it is not the case, as far too many people suppose, that we must be on one of these sides or the other. We can transcend this disgusting political spectrum, placing ourselves neither on the left nor on the right – nor even in the so-called “independent” zone somewhere between them – but rather rising above the entire line and insisting that red-state savagery and blue-state savagery are equally despicable and intolerable. I daresay that the future of our civilization hinges on whether a sufficient number of us will choose this transcendence.[Emphasis mine.]

Midnight in the Garden of My Hate Mail by Robert Higgs.

Warning: he quotes some offensive language directed at him. As he puts it:

Although this foul-mouthed lingo is not the kind of language that my mother taught me to use, I understood it well enough to file it under the rubric of ”strong disapproval.”

I may have to get the book being discussed: