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It’s a bad day to be a peace-at-all-costs moonbat: Iraq Archive Document Describes bin Laden Meeting. But …but …I thought we just knew that Iraq had nothing at all to do with al Qaeda?!

BZZZT. Try again.

I know what can get you back on track you zany lefties — oppose legislation that gets tough on employers who hire illegal immigrants! I mean, illegals are just like us, right? They should have access to all the perks of American life that we do, right? Run with that — that’s sure to endear you to those red and purple states! Go for it! BONUS: publicly talk about the “dangerous incompetence” of a sitting President while we’re at war. The heartland will no doubt rally to your cause.

That’s right: a daughter. Even after having predicted — no, known — all these long weeks, to finally have it confirmed is just …crazy. And, unexpectedly, it makes the whole “we’re having a kid” thing so much more real; now “it” is (officially) a “she”. On the way to dinner tonight, Nichole and I were discussing how this is one of those few turning points in life: a point where your life is one way before, and quite another way after. Never again will we not know what our first child will be, and never again will our first child be anything but our daughter.

And to think: just 370 days ago I was proposing to Nichole.

More to come… :)

Well, today was a landmark day as well. Today we had the 20-week ultrasound, and at least two people on earth already know if we’re having a boy or a girl. Those two people aren’t us, however — they are 1) the ultrasound tech who wrote the gender down and enclosed it in an opaque envelope (along with the telltale pic from the ultrasound), and 2) the checkout girl at Babies R Us who opened the envelope and wrapped the appropriate 5-pack (deal!) of onesies (pink or blue).

This Saturday night, Nichole and I will open the mysterious gift-wrapped onesies and discover which one of us is right and which one of us is …mortified at the ribbing that will be endured for being sooooo sure, and sooooo wrong. Fear not, intrepid reader(s): the triumphant one will no doubt make a post in these very pages…

Ultrasound pictures >>

Today, a bridge crossed: I felt the baby move. Nichole, of course, has been feeling the baby move for some time and had reported that the baby’s movements had recently gotten more vigorous. Then, this morning, she calls me over — “right here, she’s kicking right here..”

Incredible. My kid, the first time she’s ever made “contact” with me. Some things change you forever, and you don’t even realize it at the time…

[Ed. note: I keep saying “she” since I’m convinced “it” is a “she”. The guessing will be over this Saturday when we find out for sure :)]

That’s the first word that came to mind when I read this:

“I was told that an entry level person at Wal-Mart, who works his or her entire career at Wal-Mart, would make as much as the CEO makes in two weeks. A lifetime of work versus two weeks in the executive suite — this is not America, this is not fairness, this is not the basis of a strong middle class that is essential for our democracy. We must change that in our country.”

That’s House Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi, kids. Re-read that again, in particular the “..this is not fairness..” part. Want a Democrat in the White House? Representing your House district? This is what you’ll get: fairness. Previous “fairness”-inspired crusades have yielded us such enduring gems as the Sixteenth Amendment. There’s another word for this kind of a system: socialism. WAKE UP, AMERICA.

Reagan, of course, had it right: what makes America truly special is that we have the freedom to pursue whatever we so choose, not the right to whatever we want. Modern Democrats — and their apparently clueless base — do not get this.