Free In Idaho!

I’ve bumped into this tidbit a couple of times lately, but can’t seem to find much else about it, especially from our “most trusted news sources”.  This is one of those things that make you go hmmm.  From Barack Patriotic Obama’s pre-Fourth of July speech in Denver last week

“We cannot continue to rely only on our military in order to achieve the national security objectives that we’ve set,” he said Wednesday. “We’ve got to have a civilian national security force that’s just as powerful, just as strong, just as well-funded.”

Civilian national security force, eh?  Just as powerful as the military?  Cool.  I wonder if he knows what he said, or if he just read it off the teleprompter?  I’m having trouble finding more details on this though.  He’s got plenty to say about volunteerism, and even goes so far as to propose tying federal education funds to specific levels of student volunteer hours.  He was not specific about the “national security objectives that we’ve set”.  And this line about a civilian security force just hangs out there… forgive me for thinking ‘jack-booted thugs’. 

Something tells me he doesn’t mean the militia though.  Have to keep a sharp eye on politicians who talk like this.

One of the places I saw this was Free Republic.  Great graphic in the comments

Sunday Music this fine day is “How Great Thou Art”.

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: “My God, how great Thou art!”

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!