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Where’s The Dawk When You Actually Need Him?

By ATWadmin On July 31st, 2008 at 8:32 am

In the midst of the faux controversy about Obama’s prayer note (did he deliberately release it to the press, or didn’t he), the ever-observant Melanie Phillips points out that there is, as usual, a gaping hole in the media where a fairly major story should be.

One final thought. President Bush was said to be a dangerous
nut-case because he allegedly spoke to God – ie, prayed – from whom he
imagined he was taking instructions. Barack Obama, however, has
actually asked the Almighty – in a handwritten note that he purportedly
imagines will be read by the Divine eyes — to

make me an instrument of your will.

Well now, there’s a point. An accusation by a former Palestinian Authority man and subseqently denied even by the PA themselves that Bush had proclaimed that he had heard the ‘voice of God’ was literally front page news in the Indie, complete with lurid speculation as to the possible mental health of the President. Yet, as Mel points out, there is nary a peep from them or any other MSM outlet when Obama says things like he is going to ‘heal the oceans’ or wishes to be an instrument of God’s will.

Bush’s supposed religious mania has been (no pun intended) an article of faith with the Left ever since that point, yet their great anti-religious champions such as the Dawk and the Indie are utterly silent on the matter, as they are with so many of the utterances of their new political Messiah. No such excoriation for Obama – once again the media proves that it is full of the most blatant hypocrisy imaginable.

God on the White House Lawn

By ATWadmin On April 16th, 2008 at 6:19 pm

Pope Benedict met with President Bush today.  Under a clear blue sky,  the US Army Chorus regalled him with a stirring rendition  of the Battle Hymn of the Republic.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

 

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.

 

I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.