Words (and actions) mean something

The smell of fear is in the air.
In a barn at the state fair in Terre Haute, Indiana

His shirtsleeves are rolled up higher, his tone is a bit more biting. Stirring up supporters at a fairground's show barn here with a sharp critique of John McCain, Barack Obama looks and sounds like a candidate who realizes time is running out.

And after days of tiptoeing around Palin, Obama even took his first direct swipe at the Alaska governor: “I know the governor of Alaska has been, you know, saying she is change,” Obama said at a town hall here. “But when you [have] been taking all these earmarks when it is convenient and then suddenly you are the champion anti-earmark person. That is not change, come on. I mean, words mean something. You can’t just make stuff up.”

“Tiptoeing around Palin”? They been watching the same Obama campaign that I’ve see this past week and a half?

And as Governor, shouldn’t she be fighting to get as much of her constituent’s money as possible returned to them from the federal government? She took them “when it is convenient” because it was her job to do so as the representative of her people. And when the money got there she correctly used it to the benefit of all the citizens and not—as so many of our Congressmen and Senators do—for friends and family only.

Being against earmarks means the federal government would spend less of taxpayers’ money and, therefore, tax people less. Obama doesn’t get this. McCain does. He’s never asked for any earmarks (And has probably gotten hell from his constituents about that!)

The fact that Obama feels the need to challenge/rebut Palin shows some desperation. She is the VP nominee, after all.

And the last sentence from Obama above: “I mean, words mean something. You can’t just make stuff up.”

At last, something I can agree with.
Yes, Barry words do mean something.
You can’t say one thing in a stop in Pennsylvania and something totally different in San Francisco.
You can’t propose new gun control regulations while a state senator, propose “reasonable” controls on the residence of Washington, D.C. and then say you don’t want to take away the people’s right to own firearms. Especially when you try to qualify that with something like, “Besides, I wouldn’t have the votes from Congress to do so.”
You can’t claim executive experience and then try to block access to papers of the only job (the Chicago Anneberg Challenge in which you actually had any executive decisions to make.
You can’t propose programs (Universal Health Care for example) that will cost billions of dollars and then provide no reasonable source of funding. (Sorry, closing a few loopholes in corporate tax laws won’t do the job.)
You can’t listen to a man preach at your hate-filled church for 20 years and claim him as one of your mentors before suddenly saying “Oops, I don’t really believe any of that stuff.”
You can’t get your start in politics with the help of unrepentant domestic terrorist Bill Ayers and work with him and for him for several years and then claim he’s 1- just a regular guy whom 2- you hardly know.
Words and actions mean something, alright.

More from the article:

Continuing to eschew the arena rallies that marked his primary campaign, Obama appears in small settings, usually at a workplace where he can tell a story about the economy, aides said. Wearing safety goggles, he tours a factory floor in what amounts to a photo opportunity before sitting down with employees in public town hall settings.

You trying to prove you’re just one regular guy aren’t you, Barry. Interesting that these “town hall settings” don’t seem to include many questions from the gathered citizens. They seem to be far more lectures or sermons to me. I can’t blame you for trying the small-sized-crowds thing after the debacle of Germany. That didn’t help your image here at home at all, if you know what I’m saying. Besides, if you go for the small settings, then it’s harder for people to notice when the crowds are getting smaller. If you know what I mean.

By the way, careful where you step there, sunshine. Your words and the cow flop are equally scattered about that barn floor.