David Huntwork

The Little Boy and the Magic Snowman
Preparedness: Hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst
Wikileaks War
The Rise of the Tea Party
Why I Signed The Manhattan Declaration
Boycott The One
Into a Twisted Future with Gary Wolf
We Shall Not Go Quietly Into The Night
Dancing Under the Ugandan Skies - A Book Review
The 99 Most Memorable, Interesting and Outrageous Political Quotes of 2008
Obama's Natural Born Problem
The Giggle Monster Lost His Giggle (A children's story)
Victory at any Price
The History of the Huntwork Clan
Palin and those "scary" Christians
Our "Little Barracuda"
Civility at Saddleback
The Top Ten Reasons Obama Should Not Be President
The Coming Fascist State
You're to Blame for Everything
Hillary's Close Call
The Jerry Springer Party
Christianity, Obama, Identity Politics and Liberation Theology
Tis the Season to be PC
I Am NOT An Animal
The Sad Saga of Amanda Marcotte
The Left attempts to define Political Correctness
In Defense of Blackwater and the Modern Day Merc
Some Thoughts on the Senate Sleepover and the Iraq War
The Salt Lake Shooter and Sudden Jihad Syndrome
Successes and Setbacks in the "Long War"
The Rise of the Anti-Jihadists
The Little Boy and the Magic Snowman (A Children's Story)
Exploiting Children in the Name of Climate Change
Workshop of the Second Self: A Book Review
The Mystery of 9-11, Dr. Graham and Jamal Khan
2996: A tribute to the victims of 9-11
Myths (and Truths) of the Illegal Immigration Invasion
Out of Control Teacher Reinstated after Anti-US Rant
Alternating Worlds: A Book Review
Defending Christmas
The Execution of Terri Schiavo
The Saga of SpongeBob SquarePants
Civility at Saddleback
Embedded Reporters: A Bad Idea
Death of a Monster: Yasser Arafat
Immigrations Unarmed Invasion
Post 47 and RAthERGATE
September 11th: Lives Lost and Lessons Learned
An Alliance of Evil
The Holy Land - A Book Review
The Nature of the Enemy
The Embracer: A Book Review
Final Battle of the Culture Wars
They Say Trevor Made a Mockery of MLK Day
Did You Lie to Your Kids at Christmas?
The Twists and Turns of the Jessica Lynch Story
Valley of the Dry Bones
Rush and Race
What's Wrong with the Caucasion Club?
The Seductive Temptress
A Just War
Living the Bill of Rights
The Institutionalism of Liberalism
Triumph of the Bush Doctrine
New Alliances for a New Century
The Real Reason for the Iraq War
The Family Historian
There Once Was A Little Brown Bug (A Children's Story)
Happy Birthday Ronald Reagan
The U.N. Agenda
Powell the Pacifist

A Children's Story




As he was eating dinner one of his front teeth, which had been loose for a long time, finally came out. His mother said “Billy, don’t forget to put your tooth under your pillow so that when the tooth fairy comes she can wave her magic wand and turn your tooth into some money.” Billy said “yes mom” and the put the tooth into his pocket for safekeeping.


After dinner Billy put on his boots, coat, gloves and hat so that he could go outside to take one last look at his new snowman friend in the front yard. As he stood looking at his snowman, and thinking what a great job he had done, he remembered the tooth that was still in his pocket. With a smile he took it out and stuck in under the snowman’s red cowboy hat.  “Now we’ll see how smart the tooth fairy really is,” he said. “I bet she won’t find it there.”


Then Billy went inside, brushed his teeth, and went to bed.


Right after midnight a bright shining light came down and hovered in the little boy’s front yard. It was the tooth fairy. She went straight up to the snowman and smiled as she shook her head. “That Billy, doesn’t he know that you can’t fool the tooth fairy?” Then she waved her magic wand and a cloud of fairy dust came down on the snowman’s head where Billy’s tooth was hidden under the red cowboy hat. In a bright flash of light, the tooth was turned into a new shiny quarter and the tooth fairy was gone.


But then something amazing happened.


The snowman was suddenly very surprised, and very excited, to find out that he was alive. The magic fairy dust had turned him into a living snowman. For the rest of the night the very happy snowman played in the snow and thought about how wonderful it was to be able to move and play just like the little boy that had made him. He had a great time. But as the morning came and all of the people in the neighborhood started getting up he once again held really still like regular snowmen do.


As the winter sun started to shine into his room Billy jumped up, got dressed, and then ran out to see his new snowman and whether or not the tooth fairy had found his tooth.


As Billy ran up to the snowman he suddenly looked around and realized that something was different. There were funny tracks all over the yard in the snow and the snowman was in a different place than where he had been the day before. He walked slowly up to the snowman and got really close to the snowman’s face. And right at that moment the snowman sneezed really loudly!


Billy jumped way up in the air. He was really surprised, and a little scared.


“You can’t be alive!” he shouted.


“Are you sure?” said the snowman rather nervously. He felt kind of bad for having sneezed and for scaring the little boy.


“A snowman can’t talk, or sneeze, or anything.” said the little boy.


“Well, if you say so” said the snowman. He then lifted up the old red cowboy hat and picked up the shiny new quarter. “By the way, I think this is yours".


“You are alive!” shouted Billy. He could hardly believe his eyes. As he took the shiny new quarter from the stick hand of the snowman he smiled the biggest smile he had ever smiled. “It was the tooth fairy, she must have done it!” And he gave the snowman a big hug. “This is great, now I have a real live snowman to play with.”


So Billy took the snowman by his stick arm and led him around to the backyard to play. They decided it was probably best to play only in the backyard so no one else could see them. They thought it was probably a good idea to keep this exciting news a secret, at least for now.


For the rest of the winter the snowman and the little boy played every day from morning until night. They had more fun than any little boy and his snowman had ever had.


Finally, spring came and it began to get warmer and warmer until one morning when Billy ran outside to play the snowman was nowhere to be seen. There was just the old red cowboy hat laying in the yard.


What do think happened to the snowman?


Let’s find out.


When he picked up the red cowboy hat he found a little tiny snowman! The snowman had melted until he was only about the six inches tall. “Billy!” he cried, “you’ve got to help me.”


So Billy carefully picked up the now little snowman and ran into the garage. Inside the garage was a big freezer where the little boy’s mom kept the extra turkeys she bought on sale after Thanksgiving. He quickly put the snowman in the freezer and before he closed the lid he heard the little voice of the little snowman say “thank you Billy”.


The little snowman stayed in the freezer all through the spring, summer and fall until winter came and it was cold enough for him to come out again and play. And every spring, when it got warm, back into the freezer the little snowman would go before he started melting again.


And the little boy and the little snowman lived happily ever after for years and years and were the best friends ever.


That is, until the day Billy's dad found a six inch lump of snow in the freezer one hot summer’s day, thought it was ice cream, poured chocolate syrup on it and ate the little snowman all up. But that’s a story for another time.



The End

"Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free."

- President Ronald Reagan

 ”I will not cede more power to the state. I will not willingly cede more power to anyone, not to the state, not to General Motors, not to the CIO. I will hoard my power like a miser, resisting every effort to drain it away from me. I will then use my power, as I see fit. I mean to live my life an obedient man, but obedient to God, subservient to the wisdom of my ancestors; never to the authority of political truths arrived at yesterday at the voting booth. That is a program of sorts, is it not? It is certainly program enough to keep conservatives busy, and Liberals at bay. And the nation free.”

—William F. Buckley Jr.

"Liberals want to regulate just about everything: where we live, what fuels we use, what car we drive, whether we can drive or be forced to use government mass transit, where we send our kids to school, what doctor we see, and even to what extent we express our approval or disapproval of others’ lifestyles. It’s hard to find something liberals don’t want to regulate. Is that a world you want to live in?” 

"At such a time in history, we who are free must proclaim anew our faith. This faith is the abiding creed of our fathers. It is our faith in the deathless dignity of man, governed by eternal moral and natural laws. This faith defines our full view of life. It establishes, beyond debate, those gifts of the Creator that are man’s inalienable rights, and that make all men equal in His sight. "

Dwight D. Eisenhower

"And if we elect a government that subverts or weakens or ends our war against terrorism, we can count on this: We will soon face enemies that will make 9/11 look like stubbing our toe, and they will attack us with the confidence and determination that come from knowing that we don’t have the will to sustain a war all the way to the end."

- Orson Scott Card

"In response to skyrocketing gas prices, liberals say, practically in unison, 'We can’t drill our way out of this crisis.”' What does that mean? This is like telling a starving man, 'You can’t eat your way out of being hungry!'  'You can’t water your way out of drought!' 'You can’t sleep your way out of tiredness!' 'You can’t drink yourself out of dehydration!' Seriously, what does it mean? Finding more oil isn’t going to increase the supply of oil? It is the typical Democratic strategy to babble meaningless slogans, as if they have a plan. Their plan is: the permanent twilight of the human race. "

-Ann Coulter

"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."
-Samuel Adams