Yolo Cowboys turns lefty

That's right, with the hypocrisy parade within the global warming community swelling it's ranks, I have decided to contribute. More on that later, for now lets look at the newest hypocrisy bandwagon jumper, John Travolta.

Is this the humble dwelling of an environmental champion? You bet it is, and this is just one of Travolta's houses. But thanks to Scientology, he's not worried, L. Ron has it all figured out.

Clocking up at least 30,000 flying miles in the past 12 months means he has produced an estimated 800 tons of carbon emissions – nearly 100 times the average Briton's tally.

Travolta made his comments this week at the British premiere of his movie, Wild Hogs.

He spoke of the importance of helping the environment by using "alternative methods of fuel" – after driving down the red carpet on a Harley Davidson.

Travolta, a Scientologist, claimed the solution to global warming could be found in outer space and blamed his hefty flying mileage on the nature of the movie business.

But his appointment as a "serving ambassador" for the Australian airline Qantas doesn't seem to have much to do with the movies. Nor does a recent, two-month round-the-world flying trip.

"It [global warming] is a very valid issue," Travolta declared. "I'm wondering if we need to think about other planets and dome cities.

"Everyone can do their bit. But I don't know if it's not too late already. We have to think about alternative methods of fuel.

"I'm probably not the best candidate to ask about global warming because I fly jets.

"I use them as a business tool though, as others do. I think it's part of this industry – otherwise I couldn't be here doing this and I wouldn't be here now."

What about the outer space solution John? Dome Cities? Where were your handlers from the Scientology church? You know they get upset when you start telling the world about the Thetans, that's the stuff you keep inside the castle dude.

Back to my turn twirling the baton at the hypocrisy parade.
This blogger, meat eater and cattle rancher is telling you not to eat meat.

It's terrible, it's murder, you are eating fear!

Do I sound credible? Do I sound courageous?

Nope. I just sound like a braying jackass, like Al Gore.

By the way, where is my Award?

Happy Ceasar Chavez day!

So how did I celebrate you ask? I bought a couch! Two actually, pretty cool huh?


I know I should have participated in a march for illegal alien rights or protested the working conditions of farm workers in the Imperial valley, but I really need new sofas. The microfiber sofa and love seat we have are eight or nine years old and the kids have wrung all the life out of them you could expect.

Why do we celebrate a socialist labor union organizer on the last Friday in Mach? It must be the great need for new sofas. Happy CC day.

Is this why concrete prices keeps going up?

I know the Chinese like to build big things, but check this out.

A 21-KILOMETER concrete dragon, considered to be the longest in China, is being built by private investors in central China's Henan Province.

The structure will eventually wind its way along the ridge line of the Shizu Mountain in Xinzheng City, according to a local newspaper report yesterday.

Investors are aiming to cash in on the influx of tourists they believe the giant beast will draw.

The dragon's head will be nearly 30 meters tall, and its body will be nine meters high and six meters wide, the report said.

The project is expected to be completed before October 1, 2009, to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The Maloofs should give me floor seats

It has been a while since my son and I attended a Sacramento Kings game, so when our friend Debbie asked if we wanted to go, I jumped at the chance. With tip off at 12:30 we went to the servants service at church.

It is a great idea for those who are the set up and tear down team at churches. Just a simple thirty minute service about an hour before the regular service. If you have ever been on a setup team or helped with daycare, been an usher or parking patrol, you know that you miss most if not all the sermon. So at 9:30 my son and I sat in the first few rows with fifteen or so others and listened to Pastor John talk about how every day things that seem like mundane rituals can be transformed into opportunities we can use to practice patience, service, humility and compassion. All the things we should strive towards as we put God in front of ourselves. Good message, great time.

Feeling refreshed, we headed to Arco for the Kings game.

Here is the part where I should say that I knew the Kings would beat the Pacific leading Suns, but that would not be true. I told more than a few people that I expected the Kings to loose by twenty points. I have always had a soft spot for the Suns, even though they now have Steve Nash, the Canadian. Did I ever mention that I hate Canada? I do, it goes back almost twenty years so I should be over it, but I'm not.

Anyhow, when they announced that Brad Miller would be out for the game my hopes grew. Without the 7 foot granite statue playing the Kings might have a chance to run with the Suns and defend the quick and powerful front line of Stoudemire and Marion.

As the game wore on and Bibby started knocking down threes in the fourth quarter, I actually believed the Kings would win, and win they did. 107 - 100

So Joe and Gavin, if you need a good luck charm for next year, I am availble for most home games. Judging by the empty seats in your 'sold out' arena, you could use a little Yolo Cowboy mojo.

Sad goodbys and rough days

It has been a very rough past two days for my wife. Her old Border Collie Ben, had to be put down on Thursday. Ben must has been deaf for years now, but recently his hips gave out and it was time to put him down. The same day our vet came by to take x-rays of my wife's horse Dan B. and the prognosis wasn't good. My wife has owned her longer than she has known me, by about six months.

Dan B's real name is Rosanne, or at least that is what her papers say. She was born 1986 and SNL was big in the 80s. If your an old curmudgeon like me you know who Rosanne-Rosanna-Danna is. So Rosanne, became Rosanna Danna, then my father in law, who has a habit of slaughtering names with regularity, started calling her Rosanna Banana and then Danna Banana and somehow the horse became Dan B.

She was a Quarter Horse of uninspired breeding, but good looking. She was a 14.3 hands tall sorrel with a flaxen mane and tail. She was basically unbroke when my wife bought her and so I volunteered to ride this short ornery horse to score points with my future wife. Bad Idea. I am not sure if there are city horses, like there are city people, but this horse was terrified of cows. She took one look at those smelly four-legged-horse-killing cows and said no thank you, I'll be over here eating hay if you need me. I learned this the hard way as I was in hot pursuit of a rather fast bovine who decided to make a run for the gate at the other end of the pasture. I whirled Dan B around and off we went, hoofbeats and dust flying up behind us as I took a direct line for the gate to beat the wayward cow and foil her escape.

It was tie, and just like in baseball, the tie goes to the cow, or the runner, I always get those confused.

Moments before our tie, I was thinking this could be a pretty good horse, she runs fast and she doesn't seem to mid the cattle anymore, just then Dan B. looked over and saw the object of the chase, a cow, and not just any cow, a fast mean cow. I thought we had beaten the cow to the gate when I looked down and found I had no horse under me. In a move that would make Michael Jordan proud, she did a crossover dribble and turned 90 degrees in one stride leaving me suspended in the air traveling at a high rate of speed. This seemed to go on for three or four seconds, but I am sure it was no longer than the time it takes for an airbag to deploy, and mister, let me tell you how I wish I had one right then.

I landed on the point of my hip and rolled four or five times in flailing ball of boots, chaps and Wranglers. I had torn off most of my shirt and had a double handful of dirt and gravel down my pants. My wife to be and my father rode up and asked how I was, I lied and said I was fine and was just going to ride back to the house.

The next day I had classes over in Sacramento but I could make it. I had a really cool and oh so painful bruise on my hip for two weeks. It started on the outer ring as the normal purple color you are familiar with, and then an inner ring of black and in the center was a bullseye about a silver dollar size patch of yellow.I still don't have any feeling in that spot to this day.

That was my first ride on Dan B. but not my last. She turned out to be good horse and she hauled both our kids all over the ranch. She has been a pasture ornament for the past few years, just eating and doing horse things, she deserves it.

When the vet called back Thursday night and said that both her coffin bones were completely rotated, I had to tell my wife that Dan B. would have to be put down. My wife is usually off on Fridays and I work, but I told her to go to work and I would handle everything. I am the one who takes the old dogs into the vet to be euthanized or the one who has to get a pistol if there is an emergency on the ranch. I know this is my job as the husband, but sometimes it gets to me in a bad way.

I spent the rest of the morning cleaning the house. I started in our bedroom, and I mean clean, windows, baseboards, mini blinds, the whole deal. I just wanted my wife to come home to a clean house and dinner ready. It worked for a while until our daughter drew a picture of a horse under blue sky with the words 'Remember Dan B' over it. My wife broke down in tears and sobbing asked our daughter to put it up on the fridge, She said it looks great.

Rough days are part of the package, you can't feel really good on a good day unless you've known the pain of really bad one.

Three words for you

Star Trek Karaoke

Almost back to normal

Well, not that I have ever been close to anyone's definition of normal, but with my new hard drive humming along and not too many glitches reloading my operating system and all my programs, I have a fully functioning computer again.

Just to give you another friendly kick in the butt, back up your data. Tonight.

So what did I miss?

Al Gore preaching his gospel of doom, I mean testifying in front of his worshipers in DC?
Saw that. Those poor penguins drowning. I wonder what they did when the earth was much warmer during the middle ages? Damn oxen powered SUVs.

What about Valerie Plame testifying that she was indeed a super secret under cover agent who's cover was blown by Scooter? And did you know that she had no role in sending her hubby to Niger?
Saw that too. She may want to go back and either ask the special prosecutor why he didn't indict anyone for blowing her super secret cover, or maybe she should re-read the memo she wrote recommending her Bush hating husband be sent to look into prewar intelligence?

I covered the non story about the 8 US attorneys.

All this gets me thinking, and you know how dangerous that can be, was I this blood thirty to get President Clinton during his time in office?

Maybe I was, but I don't think anywhere near the crazy, 'invent a scandal' mindset the left and the media is in today. With any luck the country will grow tired of these artificial non-scandal scandals and dump the Democrats in 08'.

I hope Dennis Kucinich will try to impeach the President and the republicans can sweep back into power.

So here is my wish list for today, impeachment in 07' and Fred Thompson in 08'.

I told you it's dangerous when I start to think, or maybe it's the four hours of sleep I have had the past few days.

Is it bad when your Bios doesn't recognize your hard drive?

My freaking hard drive went Tango Uniform as my Air Force friend says. That would be t!t$ up for us country folk. If you need further definition, any animal you find on the ranch with it's utter up in the air, that's real bad.

You can all get in line to chastise me for not backing up my critical data. I believe it was over a year since I backed up my photos and other docs. Dang it.

I told my wife I am going to buy life insurance tomorrow. Loosing your data forever, unless the data recovery people can get mine back for $400, is very painful. Kind of like dying without the proper amount of life insurance. Backing up data, getting a full medical check up and having life insurance is something we always mean to do, but it is so easy to put it off until tomorrow or next week.

There is nothing more expensive than regret.

How many drafts do you have?

This has been a busy week for me. At work I am on a construction project that has us going up 30 feet on scissor lifts and we are short handed so its up and down all day. We are working early hours so I have been getting up at 5:00 and with the time change last weekend, I'm pretty beat. Add to this another foal born Sunday, three down and one to go, and then coming home last night to find a seventeen year old girl with no driver's license had driven her car into the ditch in front of my house. Needless to say I have not found the time to blog.

I have started a few posts this week and just couldn't finish them. I saved them as drafts. I now have a dozen or uncompleted posts in my draft folder. I started a post on the 8 US attorneys who were fired, pointing out that Bill Clinton fired 93 of the 94 US attorneys when he came to office, and wondering just what part of 'I serve at the pleasure of the President of the United States' people don't understand?

If I finished the post now it would seem like flogging a dead horse, the people who are interested in the story have seen this information and to those who hate Bush so much, little in the way of facts would sway them . Oh what the heck I will post it anyway.

Bush fires US attorneys because he is a bad person.

Thats it for the news, now over to Connie with our weather. How is our weekend shaping up Connie, can I plant my spring flowers yet?

That seems to be the way the networks cover the news. All headlines, little or no perspective.
Lets look at what you get from the MSM.
There is this story.

U.S. attorney inquiry reaches White House-

The House Judiciary Committee on Friday sharply broadened its investigation into the firing of eight top federal prosecutors, calling on the White House to provide legal documents and make present and former senior officials available for interviews -- including former White House counsel Harriet Miers.

OK, I will give the MSM and Chuck Schumer the benefit of the doubt, Bush fired these attorneys for political reasons. So, flippin what? These people are appointed, let me repeat that, appointed by the President. They serve at the pleasure of the President. (HT ABP)

3-2.120 Appointment United States Attorneys are appointed by the President with the advice and consent of the Senate for a four-year term. See 28 U.S.C. Sec. 541. Upon expiration of this term, the United States Attorney continues to perform the duties of the office until a successor is confirmed. United States Attorneys are subject to removal at the will of the President. See Parsons v. United States, 167 U.S. 314 (1897).

Where was the hue and cry from Chuck Schumer when newly elected Bill Clinton told Janet Reno to fire every US attorney, that was all 93 of them, and appoint his own people to fill those positions?

Upon taking office, in an unexplained departure from the practice of recent Administrations, Miss Reno suddenly fired all 93 U.S. attorneys. She said the decision had been made in conjunction with the White House. Translation: The President ordered it.

Why not give the American people a little perspective? Ooh, Ooh, I know, I know,,, because that wouldn't make Bush look bad, and we can't have that now can we?

Fred Thompson for President in 08?

Run Fred run!
Fred Thompson has been a shoe salesman, a truck driver and a factory worker before he became a lawyer and a law maker. My kind of guy. Spring is coming on fast, so here is my horse racing analogy.

In a strange election cycle where presidential candidates are raising and spending millions of dollars 18 months out, a closer like Thompson can wait for the not so exciting front runners to get locked into a speed duel and tire on the first turn while Fred stalks them from a comfortable distance. By the time people start paying attention to the race this summer and fall, he could be in a perfect position to make his move on the far turn and run past the spent front runners.

But then again, politics has nothing to do with horse racing. Never mind.

Now if this were a NASCAR race, Thompson would be taking four tires and fuel, giving up early track position for a late run on fresher tires.... Oh, never mind.

Run Fred run!

Is George W Bush a closet hippie?

I love the mental twisting and gut wrenching going on inside the green community. Can they put aside their absolute hatred of President Bush to praise his personal example of conservation? A brave few are putting their money where mouth is and giving George a reluctant thumbs up. You may think the guy is Hitler with a Texas accent, but his eco-friendly home is light years ahead of the examples set by politicians who are the supposed champions of the environment. Others cannot seem to get past their hatred.

If George W Bush personally stopped global warming by throwing Laura, his two daughters and Barney the Scottish Terrier into a burning volcano as a living sacrifice, that wouldn't be enough for the hate filled left. They would demand he toss in Cheney and Rumsfeld for good measure, and then would move to impeach him for exceeding his production of carbon units without purchasing enough of Al Gore's carbon offsets.

Look, I don't like certain people on the left because as Samuel L Jackson says, "I don't like you cause' you're going to get me killed". But when they do something worthwhile, I will give them their do. I thought Bill Clinton was a masterful politician, but he was also a very flawed human being and a terrible President. Bill was all about trying to make people like him by saying 'look at me, aint I great'.

If this home belonged to President Clinton, he would be holding all his interviews there, showing Catie Couric the rainwater capturing system and how he uses the grey water from the home to irrigate the small amount of landscaping he has. Bill would be milking this house like a dairy cow. But if George Bush tried that, Catie would ask repeatedly why he owns a home that is green while he is personally trying to destroy the earth?

If the eco politicians and Hollywood lefties want to sell their mansions and move to Crawford Texas were it's 114 degrees in the summer and you can't get good udon noodles, then I will sing their praises. Until then, please keep quiet about the environment. Those who live in 34,000 square foot glass houses should rid themselves of rocks.

A house full of screaming 6 year olds.

I am not sure how to do it, but I think the future of alternate fuels has to be 6 year old girls. If we could harness the bouncing and dancing pent up inside their little energizer bunny bodies, we could tell OPEC to keep their oil. We just returned home from Woodland where our daughter spent the evening at a friend's birthday party. Wow.

The sound of the party was audible from 50 feet outside the home. Ten girls singing and dancing to Hanna Montana, mixed in with a few high pitched screams and giggles is enough to make a grown man wince. My wife and I thanked the mother for inviting our daughter, and while the girls tried to find all the clothes and accouterments one needs to bring to a pajama birthday party, I slipped out the door to 'go pull around the car'. Any excuse to get out of earshot.

I would estimate my daughter burned enough energy to run a 5 horse power lawn mower for three hours in the time she spent there. When I get home from work, I want to sit down and relax. Ah the joys of youth.

"who was drunk,"

That needs a bit more context, but I love that line in a news story. Here is my latest favorite example.

First, the headline-
Man Burns Genitals in 'Jackass' Stunt

Then the description of the event-
Jared W. Anderson, 20, suffered serious burns to his hands and genitals, according to the criminal complaint. Randell D. Peterson, 43, who sprayed lighter fluid on Anderson and lit him on fire, was charged with felony battery and first-degree reckless endangerment Tuesday in Eau Claire County Court.

Then the money quote-
Witnesses told police that Anderson, who was drunk, volunteered to do the stunt Sunday after watching the movie, the complaint said.

I have been 'who was drunk' in the past, it's not something I recommend to anyone. I am now 'who stayed sober and recorded the event'. I don't have a hangover in the mornings and I can usually keep my friends from spraying lighter fluid on each others genitalia, usually.

Cross dressing Taliban leader caught.

I keep hearing that the Middle East is all about Male honor, pride and ego, it seems that times are changing. Either that or he is one very progressive Taliban leader. I wonder if he has been stuck in his cave watching too many episodes of Queer as folk on Showtime.

Afghan soldiers have captured a Taliban leader who tried to flee a security operation in the south dressed in a burqa, NATO said on Wednesday.

Tuesday's capture in Kandahar province came as NATO launched a major offensive in neighbouring Helmand to secure a key hydroelectric dam and combat the opium trade.

The man was named as Mullah Mahmood and described as an expert bomb-maker. U.S.-led coalition forces also detained five more suspected militants in eastern Khost this week.

My money is on pure cowardice. Not that I would be any better, if I had NATO forces coming to kill me, I would dress up as Rossie O Donnell or Hillary Clinton if it would get me out of their sights.

Sorry for the mental picture of me dressed up as Rossie, not pretty is it?

Lincoln - Reagan Tribute Dinner date change

The Yolo County Republicans annual Lincoln - Reagan Dinner has been rescheduled to a date in late April. I will post a date as soon as it's firm.

Song stuck in my head part III

I have done this to myself mind you, but I still feel the need to explain how I am being tortured by Sam and Dave.

If you have watched the 1980 film The Blues Brothers you have heard 'Hold on, I'm coming' performed by the duo Sam and Dave.


It was the music playing as they drove through the mall with the police in pursuit.
"Man, this mall has everything"

I love that song, but I have had the horn section intro going through my head for two days now. It is the default sound that my brain plays when ever it has a spare moment. I feel like a detainee at Gitmo, but this torture is self inflicted.

Well don't you ever be sad
Lean on me when times are bad
When the day comes and you're in doubt,
In a river of trouble, about to drown.

Hold on, I'm coming.
Hold on, I'm coming.
Hold on, I'm coming.

I hope I am now just a carrier and you have been infected.

Ron, please retire.

At one time I was a huge Kings fan, now I follow the Sacramento Kings from a distance. When I lived and worked in Sacramento I shared a pair of season tickets with a co worker and we each took 20 games with two seats. I was great. My son and I were on hand to watch game 7 of the Western Conference Finals in 2002. We walked down the steps at ARCO Arena in stunned silence when the hated Lakers crushed every Kings fan's heart. I have never been the same.

Sure, I still watch the games on the Comcast Sports, but I can't stand Grant Napier. He's an east coast loudmouth with a bad temper who speaks the Maloof company line when he should be calling players out. He is too close to the team, he travels with them and can't seem to separate his friendship from his job as a sports reporter. I don't care if you think Brad Miller is a great guy, he is soft, he's a 7 foot cupcake. No amount of passing skills or average jump shooting is going to make up for the fact that he can't jump higher than a beer can, on its side. But enough about Grant and Brad. ( I'll take a case of Hams Beer and a bag of Salsa Verde Doritos for both of them, and I don't even drink beer.)

What to do Ron Artest? Or Ron Re-arrest or whatever fun little name we have for him now. When Artest played for the Pacers I thought he was a immature thug. Now that he plays for the Kings, I still think he's an immature thug. Albeit one who has been on his best behavior for half a year. It is very hard for a person with Artests anger problems to change, but he needs professional help. Artest seems to be a very big, very rich 7th grader. He has not learned how to deal with life yet, I hope for his sake he takes a year or two off to get his life together. Ron always acts contrite and always says he has learned his lesson afterwards, but he just can't seem to stop himself when he snaps. He cannot continue down his current path, that path leads to a tragic death, Ron's or someone else's.

Please Ron, retire. Get some help

Cherokee people, Cherokee Tribe, so proud live, too proud to share their casino money.

Who will the MSM side with in this story. It seems like this reporter wants to side with the Cherokees.

The Cherokee Nation vote this weekend to revoke the citizenship of the descendants of people the Cherokee once owned as slaves was a blow to people who have relied on tribal benefits.

Velie said Saturday's vote already has hurt the tribe's public perception.
....It's throwback, old-school racist rhetoric," Velie said.

"And it's really heartbreaking, because the Cherokees are good people and have a very diverse citizenship," he said.

Miller, the tribal spokesman, defended the Cherokees against charges of racism, saying that Saturday's vote showed the tribe was open to allowing its citizens vote on whether non-Indians be allowed membership.

"I think it's actually the opposite. To say that the Cherokee Nation is intolerant or racist ignores the fact that we have an open dialogue and have the discussion, he said.

I dug a little further and found a piece from down under that told the whole story. It seems like the Cherokees are not very tolerant when it comes to sharing their casino money.

The election has also high-lighted the massive gambling revenues many tribes now enjoy because, as "sovereign nations", they are free to build casinos on tribal lands in a country where gambling is largely illegal.

The vote limits citizenship to those who can trace their heritage to a "Cherokee by blood" list, part of the Dawes Rolls census created by Congress in 1906. Under that census, anybody with a trace of African-American blood – even if they were half Cherokee – was placed on the freedmen roll.

Those with full Cherokee or mixed white and Cherokee ancestry – even if seventh-eighths white – were put on the "Cherokee by blood" roll.

Today about 25,000 of the 270,000 Cherokees are descendants of freedmen, but the tribe is growing rapidly with new citizens enrolling each month. Members are entitled to a share of the $350 million annual budget from federal and tribal revenue, housing and medical support.

Those who want to expel the freedmen have said that, without the vote, thousands more descendants would seek to cash in on the tribe’s revenue and welfare network.

"Don’t get taken advantage of by these people. They will suck you dry," wrote Darren Buzzard in a widely circulated e-mail last year.

"Don’t let black freedmen back you into a corner. Protect Cherokee culture for our children."

Chad Smith, the tribe’s principal chief, said that about 8,700 people had voted in the special election, more than the turnout for the Cherokee constitution vote four years ago.

That sounds very open and tolerant indeed Mr Smith.

Uh, yea, I'll have two double quarter pounders, biggie fries, two apple pies, oh and a Diet Coke, I'm watching my weight

That makes about as much sense as the way the left talks about saving the environment all the while living as though their energy is produced by ferries or elves.
By now you have all seen the examples of hypocrisy the Democrats are showing in their fight to keep us from killing the planet.

Al Gore's glacier shrinking Mansion
John Edwards sprawling estate he is clear cutting into the countryside.
Nancy Pelosi wants a Boeing 757 to shuttle her family and staff between San Francisco and DC.

The list goes on.

If the Democrats want to lead by example, I have an idea. Video Conference Congress. I am serious. Spend one week in Washington every other month and the rest can be done via video conference. It would be a great way to get back in touch with the voters, they could keep their kids in school back home and the thousands of hours of jet travel back and forth every three days would be reduced ten fold. We get to see our congress critters more and we won't be burning a few million pounds of jet fuel. Everyone wins.

Heck, Dennis Kucinich will probably steal my idea before the month is out.


But by what I see from the 'Green Jesus', Al Gore, I am going to buy a coal fired wrist watch, or kerosene powered iPod just to keep up.

New additions

My wife has been busy the last few nights watching the video feed from wireless cameras we installed to monitor the barn and foaling stalls. Her partner in this horse adventure is her mother, she also has a video feed monitoring another foaling stall at her house, with four mares all due within three weeks of each other it makes for long nights. Not a lot of sleep, but the rewards are pretty cool.

Here is the first foal to hit the ground.

Here is the second.

Pretty cute eh?

Ron Nehring to speak at Lincoln-Reagan Tribute Dinner in Woodland

The Republican Party of Yolo County is holding its annual Lincoln – Reagan Tribute Dinner on Tuesday March 13, 2007. The doors will open at 6:00 pm followed by dinner at 7:00 pm. The event will be held at the Heidrick Ag History Center, 1962 Hays Lane in Woodland.


The featured speaker of the evening will be Ron Nehring, the Chairman of the California Republican Party. Since his days as President of his College Republican club almost twenty years ago, Ron Nehring has worked hard to advance Republican ideas and candidates. He managed campaigns for Republican candidates in his home state of New York before moving to Washington, D.C. and working for some of the brightest minds in the Republican Party.

Mr. Nehring is a leader who has stepped up to teach campaign and communications strategy and tactics. He has taught campaign seminars throughout the United States and Canada, and even in such troubled areas as Iraq, Bosnia, the Middle East and Haiti through the International Republican Institute, the Leadership Institute and the Project for California 's Future.

Mr. Nehring will be speaking on “The Power of Republican Ideas”.

This is the Yolo Republican Party’s annual dinner, all republicans and interested persons are invited.

A report on the upcoming elections and activities of the Yolo GOP will also be made.

For more information about the event please visit www.yologop.org or contact Mark Pruner at (916) 204-9097 or Doug Young at (530) 666-3669. For reservations call Mark or Doug.