Wonders Never Cease! SCOTUS Upholds Texas Voter ID Law

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What a pleasant pre-college football Saturday this has turned out to be.

In an unsigned 6-3 decision, the SCOTUS has “ordered” that the voter ID law be allowed…for now.

For an extensive explanation of the order and the future standing of the ID law is HERE.

I have no idea how the ID law will fare in further court actions, as the federal judge(appointed by President Obola) is determined to prove the law is unconstitutional, which the SCOTUS did not address in this order.

In any event, it is a happy day knowing that for at least this federal election(early voting in Texas starts Monday the 20th) voters that make an appearance at polling stations will have to identify themselves. This gives legal voters more certainty and confidence that their vote actually means something.

At least for this election, the race-baiters and other libturds that would weaken the election process are pushed back.

Cronyism Kills

Remember 2009?

The Obama regime promised a miracle economic recovery if only Congress would pass their mammoth economic stimulus bill.  Shovel-ready jobs.  Green, renewable energy.  Smart Policies.  Yada, yada, yada.

ebola=nurseThis occurred to me as I saw some of the new Democrat ads blaming the GOP for Ebola.  “Cuts Kill,” or something.

Some $80 BILLION in the stimulus package was devoted to green energy, much of which was directed to campaign donors and other friends of the regime.

In short order, many of those same companies began to fail.  As Ashe Schow notes:

So far, 34 companies that were offered federal support from taxpayers are faltering — either having gone bankrupt or laying off workers or heading for bankruptcy.

 

If you’re keeping score:  almost $8 Billion of the 2009 Obama stimulus bill went to campaign friendly green energy companies which are either failing, or in bankruptcy.

That’s enough to fund the CDC entirely for 15 months.

Cut’s Kill, my ass.

 

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NCAA Football: Beat The Hell OUt of Texsa

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This rivalry began in 1900 and today’s 109th meeting will mark the 86th consecutive game played in Dallas…at the Cotton Bowl…in the middle of the State Fair.

Rankings and records don’t matter much, it’s like a Bowl game in the middle of the season.

Former Sooner Gabe Ikard(last year’s NCAA football Academic All-American of the year) penned a wonderful article about what this annual grudge match means, it’s a good read from a player’s perspective.

Everyone must realize how rare of an opportunity it is to be able to wear SOONERS across your chest against Texas. It takes someone a lot more intelligent than me to figure out the odds of a guy playing in the Red River Showdown. I feel extremely blessed to have been able to play in four of them. There is no feeling like it. Unfortunately for the fans, it is nearly impossible to describe the feeling of coming out of that tunnel. The best way I can describe the feeling is to tell you to imagine having to work extremely hard to watch the movie scene that gives you Goosebumps every time you see it and then add 90,000 passionate screaming fans in the mix. For me, that’s like putting in serious work to watch the hospital scene in Remember the Titans when Julius Campbell and Gerry Bertier exchange the “left side, strong side” while a stadium is yelling at me. So if the “you had me at hello” scene in Jerry Maguire gets you or Russell Crowe’s speech to the emperor in Gladiator tickles your fancy, imagine working as hard as you can to get to that point and then add all the yelling people.

The following video is the “tunnel experience” for OU, with Ikard(#64) as one of the captains in the 2012 game. I recommend a full screen and high volume.

The Sooners are coming off of a disappointing loss last week and in Coach Stoop’s previous 15 seasons OU has lost back to back games only once. In addition, the inexplicable loss to Texsa last year still rankles the returning players from that squad. Bragging Rights matter in this game, especially when it comes to recruiting and OU being the home team this year will have approximately 25 recruits from the 2015-2017 clases attending as OU guests.

I will close with one of my favorite quotes from an OU all-time great Brian Bosworth(home town Irving, Texas):

Burnt orange makes me puke.

*Post script* If you don’t understand the “Texsa” spelling, click HERE.

OU Football: We Call Him…Moneycutt

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His proper name is Michael Hunnicutt, but the former walk-on kicker and now R-Sr. is the all-time scoring leader for OU, surpassing Demarco Murray’s career points total of 390 points with the kick in the above photo. Moneycutt now has 392 points for his career, with at least nine more games to be played.

While most football fans would prefer their kicker only appear for the point after, too often a games outcome is determined by this seldom used player. Each weekend there are games decided by the failure or success of team’s field goal kickers.

Moneycutt became the OU starting kicker his R-Fr year after the third game of the season at Florida St. when OU was ranked #1. This kick is what propelled Moneycutt into the kicker’s job and he has been excellent since.

Since that kick Moneycutt has been the man, averaging 85.8% field goals made in that time. His stat sheet can be found here.

For us Sooner fans we will be pulling for him to break the FBS record for most points by a kicker(FBS: 459 – Dustin Hopkins, Florida State, 2009–12) and/or most points in a career(FBS: 500 – Montee Ball, Wisconsin, 2009–12). Based on his totals for the past three years I think he has a real shot at breaking the kicker’s record.

In any event, Moneycutt is non-plussed about all of this, he alread has his B.A. and is working on his masters in Administrative Leadership.

He is a proud life-long Sooner and now a Sooner all-time Great.

He also has a great sense of humor.
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Happy Birthday Stevie Ray

It’s a cool, rainy day in Mississippi.

 

Big storm front came in last night.  Bet it was flooding in Texas.

 

 

17 years ago

luke woodhamIt had slipped my mind until I saw my cousin’s FB post:

Praying for the memories etched in our hearts and minds 17 years ago at Pearl High School……..PRAISING GOD  for the 17 years since then….

Her son was wounded by a ricochet that morning.  But for the Grace of God, this would have turned out much differently for our family.  But, he recovered fully, and is leading a life that makes us proud.  Father of two.  Recent Master’s degree from MIT.  Born again christian.  Yep, he turned out all right.  Part of God’s grace that morning in Pearl was revealed in the actions of Vice-principal Joel Myrick.  I am re-blogging his story today.


THEY DON’T TALK MUCH ABOUT JOEL MYRICK

On October 1, 1997 at Pearl High School in Pearl, MS, 16-year-old Luke Woodham  killed two students and injured seven others. Before the shooting at began, Woodham stabbed his mother to death in their home as she was about to begin her morning jog.  The shootings shocked the country.  It was said many times, if this can happen in Pearl, it can happen anywhere.  Unfortunately, over the years, this statement has proven to be true.

The shootings at Pearl High School was the first of the modern-day rash of school shootings.

But it could have been much worse.  But for the actions of vice-principal Joel Myrick, and the grace of God, it would have been.

The moment Joel Myrick heard shots, he ran to his pickup truck, removed his Colt .45 from its case, removed ammo from another case, loaded his gun and went looking for the killer. He could have confronted Woodham much sooner, but for the fact that Federal law prohibits anyone but a police officer from having a gun in or near a school.  “I’ve always kept a gun in the truck just in case something like this ever happened,” said Myrick.

By the time he confronted the Woodham, 2 students were murdered, and 7 others were wounded.   Woodham was trying to make his get-away to the nearby Middle School to continue the carnage.  Woodham’s lever-action 30-30 is an effective deer rifle.  But it takes time to chamber each round, point, aim and fire.  Precious time.  Time that Joel Myrick could have used to stop the shootings, but for gun laws.

Myrick foiled Woodham’s plan. He saw the killer fleeing and positioned himself. Woodham, seeing the gun pointed at his head, crashed the car. Myrick approached the killer and confronted him. “Here was this monster killing kids in my school, and the minute I put a gun to his head he was a kid again,” Myrick said.

Myrick’s actions stopped the shootings and saved lives.  But the MSM doesn’t talk much about him, do they?  President Obama says it’s time to have some gun control talk.  Well, OK.  Let’s just remember to talk about Joel Myrick.

see also:  <a href=”http://lubbockonline.com/news/101297/LA0540.htm”>Lubbock online</a>;
<a href=”http://www.davekopel.com/2a/othwr/principal&amp;gun.htm”>A Principal and his gun</a>; <a href=”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_High_School_shooting”>Wikipedia</a&gt;.

Just a football game? Yeah, but what a game!

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I haven’t had the words to describe the feeling of the Saturday night massacre at Death Valley.  Hearing the “Maroon-White” cheer coming loud and clear over the death rattle of the record 102,000+ fans in tiger stadium was just excellent.  I suppose we will have to wait a few weeks to see how good or bad LSU really is before any final placements of this victory in the MSU annals, but for now, it’s pretty sweet.

I ran across this article by Kevin Armstrong in the NY Daily News that captured the moment, and gave some insight into the star qb from MSU, Dakota Prescott.

 

BATON ROUGE, La. — In between the hugs and the hallelujahs, the falling tears and players pulling up turf from the Tiger Stadium field, Nathaniel Prescott, a car salesman from Vinton, La. and father of visiting Mississipi State’s victorious quarterback, nudged an East Baton Rouge Sheriff’s officer.

He was standing against the fence in the front row of Section 401, just off a south end zone pylon, and pointed toward his son, Dak, celebrating with teammates in the near distance. He requested the lawman pull his son over toward him.

“Can you get him?” Nathaniel said.

It was minutes after LSU’s last Hail Mary attempt fell to the grass that the Bulldogs chewed up for 570 yards in front of 102,321 fans Saturday night.

The officer stepped in the quarterback’s path to the locker room and redirected him. Father and son embraced, father, his dark shades sitting atop a shaven head, repeatedly patting his son, still in pads, on the back.

They both wore maroon Mississippi State jerseys, the Prescott surname and No. 15 emblazoned on the backs. For 60 minutes, on his home state’s soil, the younger Prescott strafed the Tigers in the air (268 passing yards), stiff-armed them over the Bengal’s eye at midfield (105 rushing yards) and altogether stunned the No. 8 team in the country, to win, 34-29. The son sprinkled impromptu sprints and deep throws into the contest to sustain long possessions. Father likened the Death Valley scene to a dream.

“My heart,” Nathaniel (Nat) Prescott said. “I just want to break into tears. That hug was for me and his mom.”

The late Margaret (Peggy) Prescott never got to witness the win she would have preened about the casino, restaurant and truck stop inside the I-220 Travel Plaza she managed. She walked to work everyday in Tiger country, raising her three boys — Tad, Jace and Dak (short for Dakota) — in a trailer at the Pine Creek Mobile Estates in Princeton, La. Tad and Jace shared one bedroom; for the longest time, Dak and his mother shared the other. Peggy provided for all of them and spoiled her youngest son.

“Every time I looked around it seemed like Dak had a new bike,” Tad said.

Her lasting gift was maintaining a motherly presence, offering a firm-but-fair model after divorcing Nathaniel when Dak was a toddler. Eventually, Nat returned to find Peggy weakened by colon cancer’s metastasis.

Last season, he pushed her around games in a wheelchair, but she died last November, felled by cancer’s toll on the day after Mississippi State’s 34-16 loss on the road against South Carolina. Dak threw three interceptions and lost a fumble against the Gamecocks. He learned of her death over the phone from his father. She died at home. Dak was with Mississippi State coaches in their office at the time, the men his mother entrusted her son’s care with three years earlier.

“I wasn’t burying an ex-wife,” Nat said. “I was burying a best friend.”

Mississippi State (4-0) and Prescott made their moves onto the national scene in sync. The Bulldogs leapt to No. 14 in the polls this week, and Prescott (6-foot-2, 230 pounds) catapulted into the Heisman Trophy conversation. It was the first time Mississippi State had claimed victory at LSU in 14 years, the first time an LSU team lost at home on Saturday night to a team not ranked No. 1 in coach Les Miles’ 10 seasons, the first time the Bulldogs beat a top-10 team on the road since 1986.

Prescott, once recruited by Miles and LSU out of Haughton (La.) High, proved himself at home on the stage, marching 98 yards against LSU on one drive, ad-libbing and dropping off a 74-yard pass, taking off on a read-option run of 56 yards, dodging defenders and diving into the end zone. He absorbed blows, then sped past defenders into the secondary and beyond, collecting yards after contact by the dozen. Father had flashbacks to his son’s childhood.

“I remember Dak playing with his racecars, but not as cars, as football players,” Nathaniel said. “This is what we’ve dreamt of.”

Prescott claimed clairvoyance at the line of scrimmage.

“I pretty much knew everything they were coming with before the snap of the ball,” he said.

Tad made sure his mother’s memory was recalled at Tiger Stadium. He works at Gordon’s jewelry store in Orange, Tex., and had two silver medallions with gold crosses made up recently. The “Lord’s Prayer” is engraved on the front, and his mother’s initials appear on the back. He also formed a second with the words “Fight and Finish” on Dak’s. He gave him the necklace as he got off the team bus Saturday. Dak wore it during the game, then switched with Jace afterward. All three brothers embraced in a darkened tunnel by the visitors’ locker room afterward.

Tad took out a patch of LSU grass from his jeans pocket. His mother, who was cremated, per Native American tradition, told her boys to plant her ashes with a flower once they owned houses. Tad noted that the pairing of his mother’s remains with the turf his brother leveled the Tigers on might make a proper burial site.

“She wanted us to watch a new bloom every year,” Tad said.

 

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