The everlasting fame of Oklahoma Lives on in names of men she claimed her own. Some were right, and some were wrong In history’s pages, roll, and song. All hail them now, for they all belong To the everlasting hills of Oklahoma.

That song gives me chills every time.

We had a great time in Guthrie. It was a picture-perfect, cloudless day. I hope to have a post and some photos up tomorrow.

I have been blessed by God to live in the greatest city of the greatest state in our Republic. That would be Oklahoma City and Oklahoma. Folks here are the same type who conquered the plains and who win our wars.

We have so little in common with the people of California and New York. True, they despise us and call us ‘fly-over territory.’ Yet we revel in their hatred, as this insures that they will never come here and bring their moral corruption and obscenities with them.

And I recall that when the towers fell it was Oklahoma Boy Tommy Franks who got vengeance for New York.

Here it is God, Country and Family—-in that order. Not for nothing are we called ‘the Buckle of the Bible Belt.’

I hear that they spit on the American flag in San Francisco and Portland. They of course would never try such a thing here.

We send Inhofe and Coburn to Congress, rather than put our trust in such grotesque flotsam as Kennedy and Kerry.