Politics: Congress Warms to Public Option, Weighs Compromise Proposals

After raucous town hall meetings appeared to discourage moderate lawmakers from pursuing a government-run health insurance plan, both chambers of Congress are starting to warm to the idea once more.

A compromise is emerging in the Senate on a government-run health insurance plan that would give states an opportunity to either opt out of, or opt into, the program.

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Weapons: Newspapers Gush Over Bloomberg's Latest Gun Control Escapade

...As Bloomberg's report on the stunt openly admits, his "investigators" attended gun shows only "in states . . . that supply crime guns trafficked across state lines at the highest rates," only in neighborhoods with the highest incidence of "federal prosecutions for straw buying and trafficking, and proximity to urban areas experiencing gang violence," and ultimately focused their attention on only 47 individuals who, based upon their comments and actions, seemed the most likely to violate a gun sale law.

...And, since the day of fair, hard and objective reporting has apparently passed into journalism's history, newspapers went along with Bloomberg's charade like shills at a carnival game of chance, reminding us why public confidence in "the press" has dropped to 15% in annual polls.

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Grace Gems: The lamentation of a new-born soul

by John Newton

"Behold, I am vile!" Job 40:4

O Lord, how vile am I,
Unholy and unclean!
How can I dare to venture nigh,
With such a load of sin?

Is this polluted heart
A dwelling fit for Thee?
Swarming, alas! in every part,
What evils do I see!

If in Thy Word I look,
Such darkness fills my mind;
I only read a sealed book,
And no relief can find!

Thy gospel oft I hear,
But hear it still in vain;
Without desire, or love, or fear,
I like a stone remain!

Myself can hardly bear
This wretched heart of mine!
How hateful, then, must it appear,
To those pure eyes of Thine!

And must I, then, indeed,
Sink in despair and die?
Fain would I hope that Thou didst bleed
For such a wretch as I!

That blood which Thou hast spilt,
That grace which is Thy own,
Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt,
And soften hearts of stone!

Low at Thy feet I bow;
O pity and forgive!
Here will I lie, and wait till Thou,
Shalt bid me rise and live!

Grace Gems