Why Inga Barks Is A Gold Ingot In The Golden State

Inga Barks

If you happened to tune in to Mark Levin’s radio show today, you might have momentarily thought you’d gone to the wrong station when instead of the great one you heard a honeyed, soothing and unmistakably feminine voice. Right station, different host than usual as Levin took today off while winging his way to California, where tomorrow he’ll be giving a speech at the Reagan Library for some lucky folk. Standing in for him today was, coincidentally, a resident of California named Inga Barks. I hope you listened, because if you didn’t you missed living proof that not all in the Golden State have bent their knee to liberalism.

Ms. Barks is a talk show host on KMJ in Fresno, where she holds fast to the conservative faith for two hours each evening Monday through Friday. Her style is plainspoken yet never prickly; she seldom raises her voice. Instead, the first impression is she’s never spoken above a normal conversational tone in her life, which given how she’s the mother of three boys is somewhat doubtful.

A sweet voice is no substitute for knowledge, and Ms. Barks possesses this in abundance. She expertly holds forth on matters of the California body politic, dissecting the failed policies and philosophies behind them to which the Democrats stubbornly cling. She is not afraid to call out Republicans as well when they stray from conservatism. As a resident of the Central Valley, Ms. Barks is all too aware of how thick-headed addiction to environmental causes without just cause have wreaked havoc on the farmers who populate the valley, creating intense economic misery among them and the farm workers Democrats claim to champion. The best advice one can give to a liberal when it comes to Ms. Barks is do not start in with her as you will never win. She doesn’t bark, but her truth and reason will bite the head off of your silly little talking points.

Ms. Barks is no one’s victim; she is a gritty, gutty survivor. Last year she became a widow far too soon, and she stood up to sexual harassment at a previous job. Despite these, she has pressed on; a gold ingot in the Golden State speaking truth and not suffering fools lightly.

No, we’re not all wackos out here. God bless Inga Barks for being a shining example of this.

ADDENDUM: Thanks to Twitchy for the link.

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Heard It On The Radio, Now Available Online

Pete Da Tech Guy has posted a copy of his radio show yesterday on WCRN in Worcester, Massachusetts — he’s there every Saturday from 10 AM to noon Eastern — on which he was gracious enough to have yours truly make an appearance talking about the book. Go to Da Radio Archive and select Show 67. I come in at the one hour and twenty-five minute mark, but you should listen to the show from the beginning.

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Rock The Nation One Final Time

Last week was rough. First Andrew Breitbart died unexpectedly, leaving behind a wife, four children and a legacy of conservative activist journalism many, including myself, have pledged to carry forward. Then this morning, I learned that Ronnie Montrose passed away yesterday after a lengthy bout with pancreatic cancer. For those not familiar with the name, a brief introduction.

Montrose burst onto the music scene in 1973 with the eponymously titled debut album by his hard rock quartet, which bore his last name. It was vinyl heaven for hard rock fans, loaded with sledgehammer riffs and the then-unknown Sammy Hagar’s powerhouse vocals. Oddly enough in an era of guitar heroes, Montrose’s signature wasn’t his soloing. Rather, it was the songs themselves and the ferocious textures of distortion and feedback that carried the day; inspiration for thousands of garage rock bands across the land who traced their musical roots directly back to Montrose’s thunder. To this day, songs like “Rock the Nation,” “Bad Motor Scooter,” “Rock Candy” and “Space Station #5″ are playlist staples of classic rock stations aware that rock’n'roll didn’t start with Boston and “More Than a Feeling.”

Montrose recorded only two albums with Hagar before he went his way, with Montrose himself making his music less immediate and more layered as the years progressed. He embraced prog rock with his 1978 instrumental album Open Fire, dabbled in arena rock with his band Gamma, and followed his muse wherever it led, occasionally revisiting the hard rock for which he was first known. He could have easily stayed on his original and certainly most profitable path, but he decided to let the music grow and take him wherever it led regardless of its commercial impact.

Personally, while I enjoyed his later work it was his first two Montrose records that most stay with me. The sheer hard rock power of those songs touches the primeval musical soul. At least, it touches mine.

Godspeed, Ronnie Montrose.

 

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Heard It On The Radio

Pete Da Tech Guy was kind enough to have me as one of the guests on his weekly radio show this morning, talking about the book. It was fun. Hope to do it again!

If you missed the show, Pete makes them available as podcasts. I’ll post a link as soon as it’s up.

P.S. The station is actually in Massachusetts, but I couldn’t resist:

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The Battle Does Not End When A Single Soldier Falls

A few thoughts on the passing of Andrew Breitbart.

One can only pray that people follow the lead he set when he spoke at this year’s CPAC:

Sadly, so many, including some of his employees, seem bound and determined to tear apart the very unity he espoused. Perhaps now they will change their ways.

My sympathy and prayers go out to his family and friends.

As noted in the title, the battle does not end when a single soldier falls. We all need to embody his legacy by confronting the lies and deceit that surrounds us.

And, a reminder of what, or Who, is truly important when it comes time for looking up to someone:

When the house fell asleep
There was always a light
And it fell from the page to the eyes
Of an American boy

In a storybook land
I could dream what I read
When it went to my head I’d see
I wanna be a hero

But the practical side
Said the question was still
When you grow up what will you be?
I wanna be a hero

Hero
It’s a nice-boy notion that the real world’s gonna destroy
You know
It’s a Marvel comic book Saturday matinee fairytale, boy

Growing older you’ll find
That illusions are bought
And the idol you thought you’d be
Was just another zero

I wanna be a hero

Heroes died when the squealers bought ‘em off
Died when the dealers got ‘em off
Welcome to the “in it for the money as an idol” show

When they ain’t as big as life
When they ditch their second wife
Where’s the boy to go?

Gotta be a hero

Hero
It’s a nice-boy notion that the real world’s gonna destroy
You know
It’s a Marvel comic book Saturday matinee fairytale, boy

When the house fell asleep
From a book I was led
To a Light that I never knew
I wanna be your hero

And He spoke to my heart
From the moment I prayed
Here’s a pattern I made for you
I wanna be your hero

ADDENDUM: Thanks to That Mr. G Guy and Conservative Commune for the links.

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Whatever Happened to the Mutual Admiration Society?

You know… the one where conservative bloggers and pundits actually praised each other?

First, this morning there a lengthy and thoroughly unpleasant Twitter exchange between John Podhoretz, editor of Commentary magazine and columnist for the New York Post, and Dana Loesch of Big Journalism fame. It started when Mr. Podhoretz wondered aloud:

I note that a certain anti-Romney tweeter is calling Romney supporters “prog lites.” She supported Romney in ’08. Why was that?

To which Ms. Loesch, she who is loathe to acknowledge supporters but will fight to the death anyone who looks at her cross-eyed, replied:

I made a differentiation that you apparently chose, either by accident or obtuseness, to ignore.

The response:

You mean the distinction between your support for Romney in ’08 and your detestation of him in ’12? I missed that.

And it was on, with Ms. Loesch repeatedly accusing Mr. Podhoretz of name-calling and other assorted crimes against nature for reminding one and all that Ms. Loesch did indeed support Romney in ’08. She, in-between temper tantrums, insisted it was solely because she disliked John McCain so much she found Romney to be the lesser of two evils. Which may well be. But you still supported him, Ms. Loesch.

Maybe it’s me, but I’m thinking a simple, calm “yes I did support Romney in ’08 and here’s why” rather than striking a pose as the put-upon, perpetually outraged, poor poor pitiful me, “I’m just a girl” girl. But no. We must be outraged! We must defend our virtue (no comment)! We must attack! We must maintain our carefully contrived… er, controlled image as the mucha macha sexxxy albeit unavailable sista! Or something.

Later in the day, Ms. Loesch PMS’d with Ace, who has been known to do the same. This time, it was in reference to an interview with Romney. From the looks of it, he misunderstood, or misheard, the reporter’s question in regard to the Blunt-Rubio amendment, which would insert into Obamacare an exemption for organizations whose principals prohibit artificial birth control methods from being forced to provide said artificial birth control methods, through whichever health care plan they offer, to their employees. First Romney said he was against the bill, then said later in the day he was for the bill.

In dashed Dana, flicking spittle every which way as she railed against Romney’s obviously fatal flaw and/or deliberate disingenuousness. Ace, who was on the Rick Perry bandwagon until it finally crashed and burned, then jumped aboard the Romney ride, was quick to defend his chosen one. Naturally, given the two participants it wasn’t long before they butted heads on Twitter.

And I thought I could be contentious.

I’d say it’ll all be better once a candidate is finally selected, but no. The lessons of 2010 about continuing the fight the primary after it’s over by trashing the person the voters in said primary selected (ask Christine O’Donnell how that feels) have not been learned. Regardless of who wins the nomination, or if it comes to a brokered convention who is selected, the friendly fire will continue unabated. And if the Republican nominee loses in November, woe be unto his or her supporters as the rest of the right will vent their full fury against them for, as they will be accused, single-handily condemning us to four more years of Obama.

ADDENDUM: Thanks to Conservative Commune and The Daily Beast for the links.

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Insert Appropriate “Going To The Dogs” Joke Here

Glad we’ve got everything else in California solved so we can focus on the important stuff:

The new bill, SB 969, proposed by state Sen. Juan Vargas, D-San Diego, would establish licensing standards for dog groomers and dog grooming schools under the Veterinary Medical Board. Violations of the regulations could result in fines of $500 to $2,000 and/or imprisonment of 30 days to a year in jail.

The bill would establish minimum age and education requirements for potential licensees (18 years old and at least a 10th-grade education), impose licensing fees and charge the licensing board with developing standardized written and practical demonstration tests for applicants. In addition, it would require an inspection of every licensed pet groomer in the state each year and mandate that licensees maintain detailed records for two years (“including a list of any chemicals used while performing the services and any medical conditions discovered during the performance of services”).

Forget the budget deficit — make sure Fido’s groomer meets government standards! Because THEY KNOW BEST, doggone (pun intentional) it!

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Love, California Politics Style

You can’t make this stuff up. You just can’t.

First, meet the cast. This is Bill Lockyer:

Mr. Lockyer is the State Treasurer for California. It’s debatable how difficult a job this might be, given how the only thing he has to keep track of is how much money California has. That would be none. Unless he also has to track the state debt, in which case he’s a very busy man.

Mr. Lockyer is a career politician. He was in either the State Assembly or State Senate for more than 25 years, following which he was elected State Treasurer after exhausting his eligibility for the legislature and then serving a stint as State Attorney General. (As an aside, whenever people scream that term limits are the key, remind them that California has had them in place since 1990. See what a great job they’ve done returning power to the people? But I digress.)

Now, let’s meet Nadia Lockyer (she’s the one on the left):

No, Nadia Lockyer isn’t Bill Lockyer’s daughter. She’s his wife (third one, to be precise). Thirty years his junior. They have a child together who must have been born seven months premature, since they had been married only two months when the little tyke made his appearance.

Now, in 2010 Nadia Lockyer decided she wanted to be an elected official just like her sugar daddy… er, beloved husband. So, she decided to run for a seat on the Alameda County Board of Supervisors. As it so happened, among her opponents was one Liz Figueroa:

Ms. Figueroa is a former State Senator… who just happened to be an item with Mr. Lockyer before the current Mrs. Lockyer arrived.

Since all is fair in love and politics, Mrs. Lockyer accused Ms. Figueroa of not living within the district she sought to represent. Naturally she protested this, but she was running against Mrs. Lockyer whose campaign was financed by Mr. Lockyer, who in his decades of devoted service to the people of California without a thought of self-advancement had nevertheless accidentally managed to accumulate more money than your average zillionaire. Mrs. Lockyer won the election. Ms. Figueroa is currently the California VP of Public Affairs for Planned Parenthood.

Alas, despite her political triumph all was not well with Mrs. Lockyer. She was a slave to demon alcohol, and entered rehab for this in the same year she won her seat on the Board of Supervisors. It was during this time she met one Stephen Chikhani.

This is where things get complicated.

Apparently, or allegedly if you prefer, during their time together in rehab — Mr. Chikhani was seeking relief from assorted chemical (i.e. drug) dependencies — he and Mrs. Lockyer decided to engage in some mutually beneficial physical therapy. Now, Mr. Chikhani has a reputation as something of a ne’er-do-well, one constantly in trouble with the law. It would seem that should the story be true Mrs. Lockyer found this to be something of a roguish charm.

We now descend into a rather odd world of he said-she said-he said. The first he is Mr. Lockyer. He accused Mr. Chikhani of stalking and harassing Mrs. Lockyer. Mrs. Lockyer said much the same thing, and asked the strong arm of the law to intervene. Said arm took a look, yet found a different tale than the one being told; evidence on Mrs. Lockyer’s computer indicated her relationship with Mr. Chikhani was both ongoing and consensual.

Things came to a head (no pun intended… well, sort-of not intended) earlier this month when police were summoned to a motel room. In it they found Mrs. Lockyer, suffering from head and neck injuries she said had been inflicted (allegedly) by Mr. Chikhani. The injuries were serious enough to require hospitalization for Mrs. Lockyer.

Now, Mr. Chikhani’s side of the story. In addition to insisting the evidence found on Mrs. Lockyer’s computer validated his assertion of the relationship being consensual, his version of what happened in the hotel room was that he was defending himself from Mrs. Lockyer after she attacked him amidst accusations of his seeing other women. That’s his story and he’s sticking to it. It warrants mention that to date no charges in this matter have been filed against Mr. Chikhani.

A slight backtrack. Mr. Lockyer’s original account of what happened that night went thusly:

Lockyer told the (San Francisco) Chronicle that he and his wife had had a phone argument. After they hung up, he said, she went to the motel to comfort her suicidal ex-boyfriend. “He seems to have a long history of involvement with the criminal justice system,” Lockyer was quoted as saying, “but her only fault is occasionally having one too many drinks.”

Since then, the story has moved more in the “no comment” direction other than to note that Mrs. Lockyer has once again entered rehab for alcohol and drug addiction, also admitting there had been an affair. It would seem the earlier “occasionally” was a tad low in its assessment of the situation.

Oh, and now there’s talk of a sex tape.

And yes, all politicians involved are Democrats.

It’d be funny if there wasn’t an innocent eight year old boy, namely Mr. and Mrs. Lockyer’s son, being victimized by all this.

Like I said, you can’t make this stuff up. You just can’t.

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I Am Three Degrees Of Awesomesauce Today

  1. So, after pestering Peter Ingemi for months to appear on his weekly radio program, he graciously agrees to have me on today to talk about the book

     

    … and I forget.

  2. The California GOP is meeting today in my neck of the woods…

     

    … and I was completely unaware.

  3. Erik Telford from the Franklin Center is at a Citizens Watchdog Training seminar in San Francisco today…

     

    … again, completely unaware.

Like I said, I’m three degrees of awesomesauce today.

This self-defeating feldergarb has got to stop. Like, now.

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And We Are Always Friends

It’s been an interesting past few days. I’m emerging from a bit of a faith crisis, one which found me yelling at God a lot and Him kind enough to not yell back. Well, too much.

I’m beginning to believe there’s light at the end of the job search tunnel. I’m doing some freelance social media work, and there are a couple of good possibilities for a full-time gig in the very near future. Hoping, praying and working.

I’ve been extended an open invitation to join a worship band (and on lead guitar — hoping these past couple of years I’ve spent practicing will start paying off) that, by its members own words, is trying to drag its church into the twentieth century. Eventually it’d like to catch up to today, but first things first.

Yesterday I heard from a beloved friend facing one of those painful situations that make you go “whoa.” I offered as much support as I could. The situation has eased a bit, but there’s a long, difficult struggle ahead.

It reminded me of how in my youthful zealot days I knew — I mean I knew — I could solve anyone’s problems. Learned the hard way I had greatly overestimated my abilities, so I retreated too far in the other direction, believing I was of little use to anyone. Eventually, I learned neither extreme is true.

I read a comment today from a man I know and respect, one who was once a giant of the faith but has recently left it behind him. There was a discussion about a C.S. Lewis quote referencing how, should someone profess faith in Christ yet there be no genuine improving change in him or her, perhaps their profession was words only and not authentic. The man proposed a different view, that being such a person proving the fallacy of there being a Christ or God in any form. It saddened me to see him speak this way. As someone who has gone through periods of deep doubt, yet upon looking back at these times realizing that God was faithful throughout and in the end I saw His hand working through it all, and as someone who has experienced the changing power of His love, making me a better person in spite of my assorted foibles and failings, there is no doubt in my frail heart that God is real, He does love us and there is indeed logic and reason in this befuddled, fallen world. Ofttimes it escapes our ability to understand. It’s there nonetheless.

This ties back into offering comfort to a friend. Sometimes, all you can do is be there as best you can. Yet this is far more powerful than we might realize. There is the bond of true love, the kind known by those who know the Creator of love, that flows between us when we share of ourselves, one to another. It’s the love that says you’re not alone in this, that comforts and encourages and helps us get through the bleakest of moments when it seems like all is lost. It’s never lost, even as those of us who know Christ are never lost. We might wander off the path and pay the price. But no, we are never lost.

And we are always friends.

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