Voting Tip for Tuesday: "D" Stands for Disaster

As a recovering liberal, I recall being a slave to the mantra of the left when it came to voting decisions. Although it is painful to admit it, the truth is that I used to automatically punch a hole next to the candidate with a D next to his or her name.

That was it. My civic responsibility had been fulfilled for another two years.

With the exception of paying property, state, local, and federal income taxes that is. And the oddest coincidence changed my voting habits forever: My taxes got higher and higher in direct proportion to the number of Ds I voted for!

Eventually, I achieved a more sophisticated understanding of the D effect. I now realize that:

Ds are a disaster on national defense and homeland security.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to supporting the uniformed men and women who fight for freedom and democracy.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to defending the unborn.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to border security and illegal immigration.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to Supreme Court nominations and other judges.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to tax policies.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to education.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to overall economic policy.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to traditional moral values.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to law and order.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to affirmative action and other PC issues.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to freeing America from dependence on foreign oil.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to the size of government.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to taxing and regulating private U.S. enterprise.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to America’s heritage of religious faith.

Ds are a disaster when to comes to tort reform.

Ds are a disaster when it comes to defending the U.S. Constitution.

All in all, astute voters should heed the following advice when thinking about voting for a Democrat: Don’t!

John W. Lillpop
San Jose, California

John W. Lillpop is a recovering liberal, ‘clean and sober’ since 1992 when last he voted for a Democrat. Pray for John: He lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, where people like Nancy Pelosi are considered reasonable!

Happy Indian Summer from 'Frisco!

Those of us who live in California have grown accustomed to a unique weather phenomenon that occurs each year as the traditional summer season winds down.

In September, October, and even as late as November, California has what is called “Indian summer.” The term refers to the final blast of hot, dry weather for the year.

To the best of my knowledge, Indian summer has no racist connotation nor is the term meant as a derogatory slam against Native Americans–or even summer for that matter.

Still, in the politically correct mental asylum otherwise known as San Francisco, there are liberals who cannot sleep at night because of neurotic concern that “Indian summer” is divisive, non-inclusive, un-American, and most especially, “Not San Francisco.”

Of course, these are the same out-of-touch lunatics who believe that the American flag, heterosexual marriage, full-time employment, organized religion, and all Republicans are “Not San Francisco.”

When you stop to think about it, being called “Not San Francisco” is a huge compliment!

Besides being completely harmless,”Indian summer” is much easier to spell and pronounce than “Indigenous People summer,” or “Native American summer.” But logic and common sense are rarely obstacles to San Francisco moon bats intent on amusing the rest of the planet with the greatest PC absurdities imaginable.

There are even liberal wordsmiths who would like to make it a major offense to refer to smelly, unkempt beggars, with all their worldly possessions in stolen shopping carts, as “Homeless.” The preferred term is “Displaced victims of the jobless Bush economy.”

But the greatest violation of PC protocol in The City occurs when one uses the truncated and barbaric term “‘Frisco” in reference to San Francisco. ‘Frisco is not considered a cute or clever expression here, and may actually be dangerous to one’s health.

As for me, I live about 50 miles south of San Francisco and feel relatively safe in wishing you and yours a “Happy Indian summer from ‘Frisco!”

John W. Lillpop
San Jose, California