fighting the lack of good ideas

why i won’t – can’t – vote for obama

The list is short, and simple.

  1. He’s pro-death. Anyone who votes to deny medical care to an infant born after a botched abortion is not fit to be a leader. Anyone who is pro-abortion for any reason (not merely in the [uncommon] event of endangering the life of the mother) is pro-death, and I will not vote for anyone who is willing for those who cannot speak for themselves to be extinguished.
  2. He’s anti-2d Amendment, which means he’s already failed to live up to the oath he took when entering office as Senator – to uphold the Constitution. If you want to enact a change, that’s fine, but it must go through the appropriate processes as outlined in the Constitution for accomplishing that.
  3. He’s a Socialist. Anyone who believes the government should be in the business of forcibly taking what someone has justly earned and give it to someone who has not, without their permission, is a Socialist. America is NOT the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics – we are a Democratic Republic. We are Capitalists. If I want to give to charity, that is my prerogative, not the government’s. And for someone who is so concerned about “spreading the wealth”, why does he not give charitably? Why does he not take care, even in some small fashion, of relatives living in squalor while he resides in [relative] resplendent glory?
  4. He wants to raise taxes and spend more. We may or may not be entering an economic recession. But the last time someone proposed to do what he proposes to do, it was Herbert Hoover, followed by Franklin Roosevelt. Hoover proactively worked with Congress to raise taxes and tariffs, and helped catapult us into the Great Depression. Franklin Roosevelt helped hold us in the Depression by starting socialist work programs for political gain.

I want another Calvin Coolidge or Ronald Reagan to appear on the scene that will reign-in government spending and let America do what it does best: be productive.

We were founded by people looking for escape from oppression.

We were founded by people who were willing, ready, and capable of working hard – very hard – and making a life for themselves.

When politicians get the government out of the way, America does great things.

bridge cafe – this time with food

Back in June I went to Bridge Cafe in Manhattan.

I was back on Halloween, and this time brought a guest. My dad took the train from Rensselaer to Penn Station Friday, did some touristy stuff, and I met up with him early afternoon. I’m going to allow him to comment on his lunch choice – either as a separate post, or in the comments below.

When I was there in June, they had had a kitchen fire the night before, and therefore had no food.

This time around: no kitchen fire! I ordered their Chicken Rigatoni special, while my dad got the Hanger Steak.

Before our meals came out, they brought a selection of artisan and snack breads to try. We sampled those, and I enjoyed each of the choices. My favorite was a cranberry-raisin-nut bread which I had a couple slices of.

The atmosphere at lunch time was lively, and even though we arrived after the typical lunch rush, it was still busy, but not cramped or over-crowded. Our waitresses were attentive, and seamlessly switched-off between each other amongst the tables.

When my rigatoni arrived, at first I thought it was a little on the small side. Then I started partaking. While it may have been slightly small in the bowl, it was overflowing with voluminous flavors. Roasted red peppers lightly seasoned with a mix of spices, then doused in a rich, but flowing cream sauce covered the grilled chicken slices and pasta.

After finishing the fantastic pasta, I decided to go a little crazy and get dessert. I thought I wanted a sorbet, but the sorbet of the day was pear; I’m not a big pear fan, so I asked about the gelato.

That was the ticket: they had a malted milk gelato, so I ordered that.

Three scoops of gelato on a warmed cone-like saucer drizzled with chocolate sauce, and topped with a mint sprig greeted us when our waitress set the plate down. We split dessert due to its insane richness. It tasted like a frozen, creamy, super-smooth middle of a Whoppers malted milk ball.

Even sharing dessert, though, wasn’t enough: we left a small remnant on the plate because it was just too much.

I’m happy to be able to add another reason to return beyond just a great bar and friendly staff: the food was the best “American” food I’ve had in a few weeks, and I look forward to returning the next time I’m in Manhattan.