Those who live in glass houses...

Pennsylvania Democrat Babbette Josephs has a problem with the whole idea of making women get an ultrasound before permitting them to murder their unborn children.  She has a major problem with the women in their state congress that introduced the law, calling them "men with breasts."

I can only assume she doesn't own a mirror.  This is Representative Josephs. 

I don't know what the representatives she was mocking look like, but at worst it can only be a case of the pot not realizing that it's made of the same cast iron as the kettle.

I don't have a problem with honest debate that doesn't call names or cast aspersions on the other side's supporters.  Unfortunately, it seems that no one is capable of debate that uses more logos than pathos, or logical fallacies such as straw men and ad hominem attacks. 

Call it the composition teacher in me, but I begin to think that part of the political process should be the required reading of Aristotle's On Rhetoric before an individual is allowed to toss their hat in the ring for any office.

Hey, stupid...

That "white man's law" you're so contemptuous of?  It's the only thing keeping most of the freakin' country from shooting your worthless ass, and that of every other jobless, entitlement-minded, speshul snowflake sucking the life out of the productive taxpayers.  With the exception of the mainstream media, leftist politicians counting on your vote to keep you enslaved, and your thuggish, worthless peers, everybody wishes you would just stop breathing.

And when I say "everybody" I do mean everybody: white, black, red, brown, and yellow. 

Oh. My. F***ing. God.

I've heard some stupid stuff trying to get butts in the pews come Sunday morning, but this went way beyond stupid and bulldozed directly into criminal assault. 

A youth group staged a fake raid and "kidnapping" of its members (mildly injuring one fourteen year old girl, who wisely pressed charges).  Complete with "an off-duty police officer who was allegedly using a real, unloaded gun." 

Um...safety violation there.  At least two, if not all four rules, were broken, if that was the case.

I certainly hope somebody at least winds up on probation, if not in jail for a while, over this.

Would you call it a cliche or a meme?

It's no longer just the Obamas blaming a Bush for everything from how much gas costs to how fat the First Wookie's ass happens to be.  Now, news network hosts are getting into the action.  Granted, it's not the same Bush, but it's beginning to get a little tiresome.

In the same category as suing McDonalds for having hot coffee...

Someone needs to tell this lady that what she wants to sue Apple over is less grounds for a lawsuit, and more grounds for failblog. 

Amen to that.

I've waited to weigh in on the Zimmerman/Martin thing, mostly because the first reports made it seem like cold-blooded, race-motivated murder, perpetrated by a CCW permit holder.  

Yet the cops didn't make an arrest, and the DA didn't charge.  As a CCW holder myself, that made me suspicious.  Most people in law enforcement hold us to a higher standard than they do people who do not have a concealed carry permit.  We are told--repeatedly and loudly--that we must deescalate potential conflicts, that we cannot take offense at things like we would like to, that we should not engage in arguments, because if we argue, and then someone pulls a knife, we may be justified in drawing a gun, but we're also possibly open to charges of manslaughter for inciting a fight that we end with a kill.

Was Zimmerman stupid for following a suspicious black kid after the 911 dispatcher told him not to?  Yes.  Was he even more stupid for getting out of his vehicle because he couldn't see the kid anymore?  Absolutely.  Does that take away his right to defend himself from a younger, fitter, larger, stronger, and more aggressive adversary, one that already had him down and beating him?

No.  He's going to regret his stupid decisions for the rest of his life, but he had every right to defend his life with deadly force.

So why all the frothing at the mouth?

I can see a few reasons: first, Zimmerman was portrayed as a mall-ninja cop wannabe, just waiting for his chance to kill a bad guy, rather than a concerned individual on a neighborhood watch that just happened to have a concealed carry permit.  And they're trying to paint us all with the same brush.

Second, Zimmerman was portrayed as a white man shooting a little black boy.  This could be used to flog the racial tension up to the flash over point (as it has--the New Black Panthers have put a bounty on Zimmerman).

Unfortunately for the mainstream media outlets spinning the story to try to create a crisis for our less-than-benevolent-overseers to take advantage of, we are no longer limited to the information they distort and try to spoon feed us.  We have access to, and the ability to use, the internet to find the actual facts the mainstream media try so hard to bury. 

However, there is still a preponderance of idiots that buy what the media is selling, and get outraged about it.  And that permits race baiters like the Reverend Jesse Jackson, and the Reverend Al Sharpster--er, Sharpton (sorry about that), to whip up their extralegal supporters into placing a bounty on the head of an American citizen.

That is not a good precedent.  Especially if someone takes them up on that bounty, and gets a slap on the wrist.

So, what do we do?  Simple.  Reply in kind.  An Ordinary American proposes that

a bounty be put on the head of every single active member of the New Black Panthers. And if a member of the black community itself turns one of these racist alpha-hotels in, then I propose the reward be tripled.

Never forget that such groups like the New Black Panthers, the Ku Klux Klowns, Aryan Nazikooks and other race-baiting hate-groups exist to divide--not unite.

I think he is spot on in what should be done, and why.  What he did not explicitly state, but is implicit in the proposal, is that this is spawned and reinforced by tribalism, and by the predator/prey mentality that understands nothing but retaliation in kind, with enough escalation to discourage future stupidity, as well as cash incentives to break free from that tribal mentality.

On the nature of faith...

I do not believe God exists, nor do I believe He cares about us, nor yet that He sent His only Son to die to cleanse our sins so that we may go back to Him when we die.

I don't believe any of that.  I know it.  I know it to the depths of the damaged soul I have. 

And my soul is very damaged.  I am not a good person.  I am not a civilized person.  I do not understand the "rules," not on an instinctive level like most understand them.  I have to think about a situation, think about the rules, and think about how and why the rule works in the situation in question.  I never quite understand why other people act the way they do, not in moral or "Good Samaritan" situations, where someone is helping or protecting a complete and total stranger, or their belongings. 

I fully understand the morals and motivations behind the criminals that prey on others.  I share them, in large part. 

Let me explain: I do not look at people who I do not know and love as brothers and sisters in Christ.  I can't.  I've tried.  I tend to judge them by how I think they'll react in certain situations.  I'm glad to be off campus because most of my colleagues are sheep--they're kind, for the most part, but think that evil doesn't exist, think that sociopaths can be reformed, and think that no matter what crime was committed, once jail time is served, the person should be released with no restrictions (except for that nasty one about gun ownership--and they tend to think that everyone should be restricted, there.  It works so well in Chicago, and in Washington, D.C.).  In a campus shooting, they'd either huddle down and hope the shooter doesn't go looking for victims, or they'd be running around like headless chickens and getting in the way of first responders, during and after the emergency. 

They're weak.  Prey, even.  I tend to sympathize more with the predator--I'm a high-functioning sociopath (meaning I at least understand what I don't understand, and can follow rules when they make sense intellectually), and a lot of predators aren't.  They don't understand anything but strength and weakness. 

Many of my friends are the same.  I like many of them, but look at most and consider how much punishment they could take before ceasing to function as self-propelled sandbags.  They're prey.  Not predators.  Not even sheepdogs. 

This is not a Christian world view.  I remember being different when I was very small--before the family courts handed my sister and me to our abuser, gift wrapped and tied with red tape.  I wasn't born damaged, but broken young.  God did not make me this way.  I don't blame Him for my shortcomings.

Sometimes, though, I can't help but blame Him for letting it happen.

Most people who've been abused lose their belief in God and His love.  I certainly understand why they do.  I lost my belief.  Like I said earlier, I know He's there.  I never would have survived my childhood without Him holding me in the palm of His hand.

The Bible speaks of faith, and how holding your faith in the face of trials is difficult, at best.  It speaks of that faith as being the foundation of the grace of forgiveness.  It speaks of how you're no less forgiven if you can't quite hang onto that faith, but without faith, you tend to turn away from that forgiveness. 

Sometimes, I'm not sure that the knowledge that He's there and cares is good enough.  But I keep trying--not to be a good person, because that I can't do, but to follow His rules.

What the f***ing hell???

Okay, I can see the city approving a permit for a new strip club.  That neither surprises me nor bothers me.  Nor does it surprise or bother me that they licensed it for right next door to a convent/school--I'd imagine that most of the operational time would not be during school hours.

What shocks the hell out of me is that the owner/builder/investor thinks it's a good idea to build there.  I mean, how much business does he think he can afford to lose?

Judging by those of you who've clicked on that blue follower button (thanks again, everyone!), about 2/3 of my readers are guys.  Say you were the type to visit strip clubs.  Say you were excited about a new one opening up.  Say you went to go check it out.

Would you be willing to actually go into said strip club under the eyes of disapproving penguins?

I'm neither a guy, nor Catholic, but I can't help but think that would put a damper on any possibility of festivities.     

It really takes a lot of courage to taunt people whose entire job is protecting them.

No, really--do you know how many dog attacks are caused by people taunting them?  What makes this bunch of ground apes think that the cops they're taunting (really?  really??  a donut on a stick and string?  can they be any less original in their mocking?) won't wind up turning on them?  Yeah, they may not own a car right now, might not even have their drivers' licenses...but all the cops I've ever known have long memories for insults, and most people like that tend to ignore traffic laws.  I wonder if someone can be driven into bankruptcy by repeated traffic violations tickets?

In the meantime, I wonder how many emergency calls that particular pack of ground apes make, and how long it's going to start taking to get a response?  I wonder how quick cops will respond to calls made on them? 

And I wonder how long it's going to be before the nightsticks come out.

Electable?

Only by a Fluke.  No one on earth would take the stupid bint seriously.  I mean, really--adults provide for their own contraception.  Children expect their parents or other people to provide for them.

FFOT: Pests...

You know, I was never one of those kids that took the magnifying glass outside and focused it on ant hills.  I thought it was cruel.

I begin to understand and sympathize with the sadistic little bastards that do, now.

(Warning:  LOTS of F-bombs below the fold)

Behold...

The North American Ground Ape.  

• I'd be willing to bet that the reason this one wasn't flinging her own feces at the professor and classmates was because she was constipated.

• This one did what monkeys tend to, climbed on top of something high, and screeched and screamed down at people below him.   

• And, like all social animals, the group tries to bully individuals it perceives as members into following the group's mores. 

• We've already established that the North American Ground Ape tends to sh!t where they eat.  

Note that most of these were of the Fishbelly Variety of North American Ground Ape, rather than the Chocolate Variety.

Yet another lesson Occupidots need to learn:

Don't sh!t where you eat.  Literally--the van used to transport it had also been used to haul food.

What does Islam and the Occupy movement have in common?

Both lie through their teeth when they claim to be peaceful movements.

I would bet that the main difference is that the Occupidiots individually have less physical courage when it comes to personal martyrdom than do the sand lice that inhabit the Middle East.

Note to self...

No cheap, knock-together, Wal-Mart special bookcases around small children.  Mine yanked the shelves down on themselves, and wound up nearly pulling it apart.  In less than 24 hours.

They do, however, make great pantry-style storage in kitchens.

Speaking of such...has anyone ever seen a dining table where the drop-leaves are on the long sides?  I have Odysseus's grandmother's dining table.  The thing is about six feet long, and a bit shy of four feet wide.  With the leaves dropped, it's about two feet wide.   It doesn't just dominate our thirteen by fourteen foot kitchen, it takes up most of the space in it.  Add in a drag-it-to-the-sink dishwasher, and the kitchen seems even smaller.

At least, it does until you try to de-clutter and clean it.  I've been working on it for about five hours straight, and it's still not quite done, though it is far better than it was. 

Tomorrow's project?  The living room.  It's a toddler-created disaster area. 

Spring Break?  What's that?  Oh, yeah...time to catch up on the housework I let go while I was working on grading my two classes, and one of my colleague's two online classes.  And chasing children. 

I think it's time for a drink.  I've bloody earned it. 

"But all the cool kids have one!!!"

Seriously, why else would the IRS need a SWAT team?  Tax evaders don't tend to be the most violent of criminals--rather, they tend to serve in Presidential cabinets. 

About time these dimwits got slapped down for infringing on private property rights.

Average citizen 1, EPA 0. 

It's about time these sanctimonious rectally-invasive trespassing bureaucrats got slapped down for telling people they couldn't build on their own property. 

If the EPA wants to block a build, they need to be required to purchase the property at twice market value.  They should not be allowed to issue enforceable injunctions against building on private property.

Only in Chicago...

Best advice for individuals living in Chicago: LEAVE!!!  RUN for your very LIVES!!! 

Why?  Because the place is becoming backwards-land, where people can't stop to offer help for fear of scaring the people they're trying to help into calling the police.  True quote: "Police maintain that if Peterson was worried about the welfare of the girls, he should have called 911."

Sorry, but I don't ever want to live in a place like that.  What if I actually needed help?  Potential Good Samaritans would be too afraid I'd call the cops on them to help me.  And even if they called the cops, it would more than likely be too late for me, given their draconian and unconstitutional view on concealed carry. 

So...what is "proper procedure" in a case like that?

Officer Dion Anthony, of the Memphis Police Department (if they'll still claim him) was caught having sex in his squad car.  He somehow managed to broadcast his...recreational activities...over his radio.  According to a department spokesperson, "In this instance it‘s possible [Anthony] didn’t follow proper procedure."

What exactly is proper procedure for that?  Negotiating the act before engaging?  Maybe making sure the prostitute knows that he'll release her afterwards?  Maybe putting a casing on the sausage, first?  Finding the right orifice before getting started, so that his happy-fun-time doesn't get broadcast to anyone with a police scanner?

Or maybe, I don't know, not having sex in the squad car while he's on duty???

The Underpants Gnomes model to nationalizing economic prioductivity

1.  Draft an executive order on a Friday afternoon.

2.??????

3.  Declare martial law and seize private corporations for "national defense...stuff," leading to... A SOCIALIST UTOPIA!!!


Oh, you think I'm exaggerating?  There are provisions to

assess on an ongoing basis the capability of the domestic industrial and technological base to satisfy requirements in peacetime and times of national emergency, specifically evaluating the availability of the most critical resource and production sources, including subcontractors and suppliers, materials, skilled labor, and professional and technical personnel;

In other words, who's got the biggest production lines, and is making the most money?  Who would be best (most profitable) to seize first?  And what have they got that the government can seize?

"But HH, what has that got to do with nationalization?  And socialism?"

From the horse's rear's mouth, this is supposed to "provide for the central coordination of the plans and programs incident to authorities and functions delegated under this order, and provide guidance to agencies assigned functions under this order, developed in consultation with such agencies..."  Central coordination and economic planning = socialist market.  In other words, the market isn't allowed to be responsive to what consumers want.  You can have what Big Brother tells you that you can have.

"But HH, aren't you being a little alarmist and extreme?  Surely they wouldn't go that far..."

Again, yes, they would.  There are plans in place, articulated by that executive order that was carefully scheduled to be overlooked by the media, to restrict everything from basic necessities to medical care to luxuries to travel to energy usage.

(1)  the Secretary of Agriculture with respect to food resources, food resource facilities, livestock resources, veterinary resources, plant health resources, and the domestic distribution of farm equipment and commercial fertilizer;

(2)  the Secretary of Energy with respect to all forms of energy;

(3)  the Secretary of Health and Human Services with respect to health resources;

(4)  the Secretary of Transportation with respect to all forms of civil transportation;

(5)  the Secretary of Defense with respect to water resources; and

(6)  the Secretary of Commerce with respect to all other materials, services, and facilities, including construction materials.

"But HH, how in the hell can anyone restrict and ration our access to all that?  This is a big country, after all..."

Tell me this doesn't sound like raising a private army that isn't bound by the Posse Comitatus Act:

Sec. 501.  National Defense Executive Reserve.  (a) In accordance with section 710(e) of the Act, 50 U.S.C. App. 2160(e), there is established in the executive branch a National Defense Executive Reserve (NDER) composed of persons of recognized expertise from various segments of the private sector and from Government (except full time Federal employees) for training for employment in executive positions in the Federal Government in the event of a national defense emergency.

(b)  The Secretary of Homeland Security shall issue necessary guidance for the NDER program, including appropriate guidance for establishment, recruitment, training, monitoring, and activation of NDER units and shall be responsible for the overall coordination of the NDER program.  The authority of the President under section 710(e) of the Act, 50 U.S.C. App. 2160(e), to determine periods of national defense emergency is delegated to the Secretary of Homeland Security.

To translate from bureaucratese, this basically says that the President can create a federal branch of the Reserves from people with training in critical areas, for deployment by the President and by the Secretary of Homeland Security.  And yes, there will be recruitment, and training, of said reserves.  I would assume that a "national defense emergency" means whatever the President says it does. 

"But HH, if they're talking about recruitment, doesn't that mean it's a voluntary organization?  Won't that mean people will know what's going on and just...I don't know, not volunteer?"

You'd think that, wouldn't you?  However, there also seem to be provisions for keeping an eye on the labor pool, with a possible eye toward drafting anyone Big Brother deems necessary:

Sec. 601.  Secretary of Labor.  (a)  The Secretary of Labor, in coordination with the Secretary of Defense and the heads of other agencies, as deemed appropriate by the Secretary of Labor, shall:

(1)  collect and maintain data necessary to make a continuing appraisal of the Nation's workforce needs for purposes of national defense;

(2)  upon request by the Director of Selective Service, and in coordination with the Secretary of Defense, assist the Director of Selective Service in development of policies regulating the induction and deferment of persons for duty in the armed services;

(3)  upon request from the head of an agency with authority under this order, consult with that agency with respect to:  (i) the effect of contemplated actions on labor demand and utilization; (ii) the relation of labor demand to materials and facilities requirements; and (iii) such other matters as will assist in making the exercise of priority and allocations functions consistent with effective utilization and distribution of labor;

(4)  upon request from the head of an agency with authority under this order:  (i) formulate plans, programs, and policies for meeting the labor requirements of actions to be taken for national defense purposes; and (ii) estimate training needs to help address national defense requirements and promote necessary and appropriate training programs; and

(5)  develop and implement an effective labor management relations policy to support the activities and programs under this order, with the cooperation of other agencies as deemed appropriate by the Secretary of Labor, including the National Labor Relations Board, the Federal Labor Relations Authority, the National Mediation Board, and the Federal Mediation and Conciliation Service.

 (b)  All agencies shall cooperate with the Secretary of Labor, upon request, for the purposes of this section, to the extent permitted by law.

In other words, Big Brother is saying, "Be good little proles and volunteer, or we'll fucking draft you."

My dear brother and sister citizens of the United States of America...we are well and truly fucked.  Executive orders stand until subsequent executive orders rescind them.  I cannot see either Romney or Santorum rescinding this order.

Looks like a probable win for the Underpants Gnomes.

ADDENDUM: Let me make a request of all who read this (few though there are): even if you don't link my blog post, please link and make noise about the executive order.  The only reason this was signed and issued on Friday is to make sure it wouldn't catch public attention.  Let's at least make sure he can't accomplish that much.

Another argument against drugging children into somnolence

Apparently, those children who are easily distracted have minds and memories that work on a higher level than their peers, according to recent studies.

So, instead of drugging them into shambling sleepwalkers, how 'bout we admit that some children need harder, faster curricula than their peers?  How about we give them that challenge, and see if we can take all (or most) of the ADD/ADHD diagnoses and turn them into the next Tolkien or Bronte or Milton.  Or possibly Tesla or Einsteins or Smith .

Hell, I'd be thrilled with another Sowell, Williams, Hanson, or Regan.

But no--that would be suggesting that some children are sub-par, and/or that some parents aren't doing right by their children.  It might well not be possible with the current trend of public education to not only cater to but actively recruit the lowest common denominator to teach our children.  I suppose it probably isn't possible for a teacher to adequately challenge a child that is far smarter than the teacher. 

I think "privacy" is an outmoded concept, anymore.

According to this, the only true anonymity is in the absolutely massive amount of information that the linked together data sources.  I think the sheer mass of data points to sort through would overload the analysts, computer sorting program or not. 

Thank God for the Bill of Rights protecting us from being harassed by government bureaucrats criminalizing our actions to be allowed more power over us!

Wait...

Home again...

Odysseus took the imp to meet his grandparents at the halfway point, yesterday morning, to hand him over for an overnight visit.  They didn't even go back to their house first--they took him straight to the park.  From what I gathered, except for meals, naps, and bathroom breaks, the imp has been going full-tilt outside for the past two days.

We went to visit them (and pick the imp up) today.  Adding the pixie into the mix outside was really cute.  The grandparents still have Odysseus's little red wagon that every child used to have,* and we got some pictures of the pixie sitting in it.  For some reason, the imp flat refused.  But he did pull the wagon and give his baby sister a ride.

So, we got home about two hours ago, fed both of them, bathed both of them, and now the imp is in bed (and the pixie is strongly and loudly protesting being in bed).  I'm about done in.

But it was a good day.

*Forgotten earlier, but does anyone realize how much a new, metal, red wagon is?  HOLY CRAP!!!  

Recommended Reading

A couple of years ago, I wrote a review of Tom Kratman's A Desert Called Peace.  As you can tell by the link, it's now on Baen's free library site. 

It isn't comfortable reading, but it is an extremely good read, and it does provoke thought.  I strongly recommend downloading it.  I can't promise you'll enjoy it, but I can promise that it will make you think.  Hard.

FFOT: BONUS!!!

Warning: the following is going to be rather full of invective, and language even I don't usually use.  Then again, the...individual to whom this post is dedicated has earned that, and an after-birth abortion for lacking humanity and empathy.

FFOT: To the Darwin Award contenders out there...

TinCan Assassin suggests that, if anyone doubts the existence of a loving God that cares for and protects his people, that they need to work in customer service for a while. 

Don't blame God for all the stupids out there.  Blame government regulating everything until our kids are turned into starfish by protective equipment before being sent out to play.  Blame government for protecting the stupids from the consequences of their own actions. 

Like this.  I do see the point in wearing safety equipment when operating dangerous machinery.  I wear my seatbelt--but I would anyway, because I'm smart enough to know what might happen if I don't.  I do not, however, think the government should mandate that people must wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle, or a seatbelt when riding in a car, or that airbags must deploy fast enough to save someone not wearing one (which, incidentally, causes injury). 

Government regulations protecting stupid people from the consequences of their own stupidity can fuck off.  Let Darwin work.  Or we wind up with muppets running the country.

Homophones can be hilarious.

Joe Biden called the MOTUS* the man of "steel"--or at least, that was what reporters heard.

I'm betting it's more like "steal," given what he's been doing to us for the past three and a third years.

Wait...what?

"You've got to eat"?  I thought the First Wookie was against that for us fatty-fat-fat proles. 

Long damn day.

Grading's done, though.  'Til Saturday, at least. 

Got a lot accomplished, today.  Took the frame jumper that's been taking up an entire corner of the living room (seriously--the thing's footprint was at least a square yard) for the last three years apart, and slid it under the pixie's crib.  When my new claimed-kin nephew is old enough for it (he's a bit over a week old, now, born a week ago Monday), we're going to pass it along to his family, with the understanding that it's a loan. 

In place of that is a blue wing-back chair.  And we brought one of the recliners out of the pixie's room, since I no longer have to worry about having a place to sleep in there.  The other recliner (a rocker recliner) will need to stay where it is until she doesn't need rocked and nursed to sleep anymore. 


Odysseus works, tonight.  Lucky jerk.  The kids decided this afternoon was perfect to stage a running bicker-fest that didn't pause except when the imp was on the potty or in his high chair, despite being separated by the hall gate, and didn't end until bath time.  Then, when the pixie started trying to pick it back up, I took her and put her cranky butt to bed.  Half an hour after that was the imp's bedtime.  I spent about an hour staring into space, then went and spent another hour in a tub of hot water. 

As for now?  Yeah, I'm thinking a bourbon.  I think I've earned it.  Yeah, definitely a bourbon and some blog catching-up. 

See y'all tomorrow. 

STFU. Everybody.

Warning: this post is kind of personal, and kind of graphic.  There's some pretty frank talk about erotica, porn, the differences or lack thereof.  It was inspired by RobertM's post here. Do NOT click to read more if you don't want to know.  And if you do it anyway, don't say I didn't warn you.

Wow...

A Moroccan girl killed herself because the case's judge forced her to marry her rapist.  What would have happened if, like me, her rapist had been her father? 

And is the judge going to be punished for this?  'Cause, in my opinion, forcing the girl to continue to be victimized to the point that suicide by rat poison looked like a better idea is tantamount to murder.

Getting frustrated

I spent the bloody morning grading three papers.  And one of them was an A quality first draft, so I've spent the morning actually reading and grading two papers that are so bad that I can't figure out where to start telling them to fix the paper. 

This bodes ill for getting all 17 (found two turned in to the wrong email address) graded before my 72 hour deadline is up.

I didn't think the paper was all that hard.  Or that this semester's incoming freshmen were that ill-prepared to read and follow instructions.

And it really doesn't help that today's a beautiful day, and I'd rather be outside playing with the kids.

Thin on the posting for a few days

We spent most of today up at my mother's place for the obligatory birthday visit.  My younger sister made an absolutely scrumptious cherry pie for the occasion (I couldn't help it.  I had two pieces.) 

While we were there, I had no internet access until about an hour or so before we left, so I got none of my grading done.  That means I still have fifteen comp I papers to grade.  And I'm too tired to do any of it tonight. 

On the upside, next week is Spring Break.

I can't believe I'm saying this...

Hillary's right, in a way, that extremists want to control women's lives and health choices.  What she's wrong about is which side the extremists lay* stand on.  It's not the right--not even the religious right.  It's the left.

I can't even remember how many of my colleagues (all leftist females) have either spoken of the Duggar family in tones of mocking horror or disgust.  If you have more than bare minimum replacement for yourself (and maybe your husband, if you're feeling generous), they mock and make fun of you, or they treat you with contemptuous pity.  A student I had once (seven children of her own, with two step children) said that when she got pregnant with her last one, she was constantly told "You know, they know what causes that, now," almost like they were speaking of a disease, rather than a miracle.

(I loved her response: "Yeah, I know.  And, obviously, I like it!")

The left wants to limit our freedom to have families as big as we want to have (unless, of course, you're on welfare and food stamps, and vote Democrat). 

We are supposed to bow with humble, forelock-tugging gratitude, beneath their demands that birth control be covered by all health insurance.  We're supposed to be profoundly grateful for the option to brutally murder unborn children (and look the other way when they refuse counseling before rushing our daughters off for abortions behind our backs as parents).  We are supposed to immediately apply for government aid to buy food once we become parents (WIC), and supposed to believe that we're entitled to it because we had a child.**

We are supposed to not notice that the majority of abortions are perpetrated on black women, and that these women are not told that they can offer their unborn child a better life by placing them for adoption.  We are not supposed to notice, or care, that the majority of pro-abortion advocates are young, single men who don't want any responsibility for where the seed they spray like a firehose lands.

We're not supposed to notice that, once contraceptives become mandatory for insurance companies to pay for (on the taxpayer dime, of course), they'd likely start pushing to make it mandatory for prescription after giving birth.  (Despite the fact that some of us breastfeed, and cannot use hormonal contraceptives, and despite the fact that some of us would like to have a large family, with the kids close together--or maybe because of it.)

And, once we've navigated all of that horror of pregnancy and childbirth, we're supposed to be happy to hand our spawn off to go back into the work world.  "I am woman; hear me roar,"*** and all that.  And, if a mother prefers not to go back out of the home to work because suddenly, she realizes that she has a far more important job than the one she left when she gave birth, she's vilified as betraying the sisterhood, setting women's issues back a hundred years, knuckling under to the patriarchy, or similar twaddle.  And that's just if she's not derided as an overbearing, overprotective, micromanaging tyrant in the making.  Or else, a lazy bitch that just wants to watch soaps on the couch.  Or both at once.

I am no exception.  I have not stopped earning my paycheck, but I gave up my classroom because I truly believe that my children are far more important than what I prefer.  And believe me, I've heard about it from my female colleagues:  "When are you going to come back to work?  You're teaching online?  Well, that's not really working--when will you be back in front of a classroom?"

I am sick to death of the feminazis telling me that I have the right to choose how I live my life--until I choose something other than what they think I should have.

No, it isn't the religious right trying to control my life and my reproductive/health choices.  It's the sacrilegious left.




*I changed my mind--most of the extremist feminists are kind of like the Carrie Nation prohibitionists in the top photo here: most unlikely to actually need contraceptives, because they're not being laid.


**Again, I had people pressuring me to apply for WIC when I got pregnant with the imp.  Hell, I had people pressuring me to apply for food stamps because I wasn't getting paid a lot working part time.


***More like "I am woman; hear me whine."

Lysistrata only works if your men want to sleep with you.

I think these Liberal 'Ladies' Who Lunch will find out the painful way that there is absolutely no way that their attempt to reenact the classic Greek comedy will have the results they're hoping for.  Basically, they're throwing a tantrum on the same level as a toddler's "I'll hold my breath until you give me what I want!" 

Let me speak to the men possibly (though unlikely) involved...if she'll cut you off because she doesn't want to pay for her own contraception, she might cut you off for any reason.  Or no reason.  Think about it.  Do you really want to stay with someone who's willing to cut off her own nose to spite her face like that?  Believe it or not, most women enjoy it as much as men do...if the man involved is at all considerate. 

To the so-called "ladies" of the group: go ahead.  If any of you actually are dating men, go ahead and cut 'em off.  A week won't make a difference to them.  Yeah, maybe they're not getting to enter your "holiest of holies" (actually, "dustiest of dusty" places might be a better term, since I doubt you actually have a boyfriend that's willing to f*ck you, anyway), but that doesn't mean they won't be able to gratify themselves.  All they need is, as Odysseus said, a good, fast internet connection. 


Go ahead.  Drive whatever man is willing to put up with your shit away.  I'm sure he'll discover that there are still women out there that won't demand he hand his balls over as the price of entry.  And many of them are in the opposing political camp, and better-looking anyway.

And I think your idea that men can be controlled as simply as a video game is really sexist and insulting, both to men and women. 

Too much Disney

I've been watching The Lion King way too often, lately. I've had this song stuck in my head for over a week.



And the sad thing is just how Barack Obama's message was articulated in full in this video, the results of his policies were clearly illustrated at the end of the movie (the lands nearly ruined, and the herds moved on, leaving the pride and the pack of hyenas to starve) fifteen years ago, and the age group that watched and loved The Lion King are the bunch of hyenas making up the occupidiot movement.

Random musings

It's raining, here.  Peaceful, dim, and cool without being cold.  A rain that whispers that spring is coming, if not here already.  I love it after a good, spring rain.  The way it turns the earth so dark, and makes the air smell so good.  It's like the colors are a little more vivid--then again, it could be because I grew up on a dirt road, and a rain washed the dirt road dust thrown up by people driving way too fast off of everything.

Why is it that, when you get a little one put back down after a morning feeding, they go back to sleep for an hour or less?

The pixie is starting to really talk.  Her vocabulary has exploded like you wouldn't believe.  Her big brother, the imp, is really starting to put ideas together and talk to people.  He answers questions, and asks them, carrying on a pidgin conversation.  I can't express how relieved I am.  His frustration level is far less than it was this time last year.

Odysseus and I agreed to take $200 each of our tax refund and spend it as we pleased without having to account to the other one for large purchases.  I made two large purchases: a new coffee pot, and a tablet PC.   I ran out of the last of the bag of ground coffee this morning.  Tonight will see me setting up the coffee pot with whole beans--makes me look forward to coffee tomorrow morning. 

The tablet should arrive sometime between next Wednesday and a week from Monday.  I plan to look for game apps suitable for toddlers--like matching, alphabet identification, and other things like that.

I'm getting really tired of the imp watching the pixie until she picks something up, hyperventilating, and running over to knock her down and take whatever she just picked up. 

I turned 33 this morning, while I was feeding the pixie.  It doesn't feel much different from 32--I'd say it didn't feel much different from 25, but I didn't have kids, then, and wasn't nearly as chronically short on sleep. 

I need some range time.  I wish I could find a good, trust-worthy babysitter so Odysseus and I could go shooting together.  I miss that.

Is there a check-box for "fuck off?"

Because any form that asks for your sexual orientation--not biological sex, but your bedroom preferences--deserves no other answer.

I do not know what got into the heads of those that run admissions in the University of California, but I think I can safely say that it's not a legal question to ask.  I mean, if employers can't ask it, what right does a university have to ask? 

So, anyone want to bet that the individuals in that system's administration won't mandate that straight, white males must wear a symbol warning women that this individual may commit a sex crime against them, and warning gay men about possible homophobic hate crimes? 

What do you think the symbol will be?  Maybe a triangle colored depending on political/religious views?

In case you can't tell, the whole idea seriously irritates me.  First off, what business is it of a state university who sleeps with whom?  Second, doesn't anybody fucking study history anymore?  How can people not see that this is step one to "re-educating" undesirables in "special camps"? 

I'm really beginning to be afraid for my profession.  If universities keep doing things that offend the people who pay for their services, those people are going to look at the crap their kids are being spoon-fed, look at the tuition and fees they pay for their kids' constitutionally protected rights to be violated (while they're brainwashed to believe it's for the best), and decide that it's seriously not worth it.

And, in the larger, research-based institutions that rest on their reputations without making sure they're still deserved, I can't say that it is worth it.  The problem is that most of the smaller, teaching- and student-focused colleges and universities are undeservedly tarred with the same brush.

Lunch tomorrow...

...has gone in the crock-pot tonight. 

We went to pick up the pixie's refill on her Zantac syrup on Monday or so.  Sam's Club is awesome--her generic Zantac in the dose size and strength she takes would be around $50 per month, but for one of their incentives.  Sam's Club offers two tiers of memberships to regular non-business customers: their $40 per year membership that we held for almost nine years*, and the upgrade membership for $100 per year.

That upgrade in membership took the pixie's prescription acid blocker from $50 per month to $30.  Well worth the difference in cost--it paid for itself in three freakin' months.

We've also scored some pretty good deals on the rest of their incentives, like $4 off a package of roast, $2 off hamburger (which is a $1 cheaper per pound for the 90/10 we get than Wal-Mart sells their 80/20 for).

Last deal wasn't one of the incentive deals, but was one I could not walk past.  Chuck roast for about ten cents more per pound than Wal-Mart's current price on 80/20 hamburger meat. 

So, I grabbed a package.  Had two 2 1/2 lb roasts in the package.  I wrapped one up and dropped it in the freezer, and put the other one in the crock pot, on low, on a bed of potatoes and sweet potatoes, with a package of dry onion soup mix rubbed into the top.  It should be done around lunch time tomorrow.

And the leftovers are going to make great sandwiches.

*I highly recommend a membership in either Sam's Club or Costco, or some other big warehouse club store. Then, figure out what you'll use and what you won't, and make sure you figure out unit costs so you don't buy a name brand from your club that is more expensive but not better than your local grocery store's house brand.

FFOT: the special snowflake self-esteem movement. Oh, and government efficiency.

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GAH!

First, they neuter their own men, and now they want to spay conservative women?!?  What, are they scared that we're going to outbreed them?  I wouldn't doubt it, given how many avoid pregnancy like it's a disease rather than a gift, and how many more murder their unborn babies. 

Get your freakin' ideas off my ovaries, you hypocritical, leftist cunt!!!

Herding cats...

The pixie has been a right pain, today--rebellious, and insistent on getting into things she knows she's not supposed to be getting into.  She's also been pushing her brother around, then crying the second it looks like he's going to try to retaliate, so that she can get him into trouble (caught her doing it--she didn't get away with it).  That doesn't count the temper tantrums when she can tell she's not going to get her way, or when Mommy picks up the laptop because the baby girl is across the room and playing with one of her baby dolls.  And she's down to one nap per day, now, unfortunately.  I can't wait for bedtime to just get her out of my hair for a while.

The imp has been a little whiny--then, after he ate lunch, he told me his tummy hurt.  And then gagged.  He didn't throw up, but it seemed like a near thing.  He felt a little warm, so I checked, and he is running a very low fever.  I'm hesitant to give him a fever reducer, because I don't want whatever is making him sick to linger longer than it has to.  It's been nearly impossible to keep him still and quiet--he's three, and even sick, he's so full of energy that it makes me tired to watch him.  It doesn't help that he's hungry, but is still so queasy that he doesn't want to eat.  I've gotten some canned pears, a little bit of peach yogurt, a few Cheese-Its, and a few Veggie Straws* down him, but other than that, he won't take anything but orange juice.  His bedtime is an hour after hers, and I sincerely look forward to then, too.

*I really recommend trying Veggie Straws if you haven't--they're no better than potato chips, nutritionally, but they're not as greasy, and they taste better than plain potato chips, in my opinion (and my kids').

Easy way around that...

In Orson Scott Card's novel, Ender's Game, the title character, Ender (or Andrew Wiggin) was an anomaly: a third child born to a family, and given the same government benefits that were almost always cut off after two (ex., free public school, access to health care, etc.). 

When I read Ender's Game in college, I thought that was ridiculous, especially for a family that lived in the United States of America (or, what once was such).  I don't think it's so ridiculous anymore, not with the current anti-human sentiments in government, and not with the onset of Mandatory Medicaid coming up.

I'm apparently not the only one to see the possibility, even though I hate to admit having something in common with Bachmann.

However, unlike Bachmann, I see an easy way around that possibility: don't rely on government funding.  Our current insurance doesn't cover maternity care.  We paid cash.  Got one hell of a discount, too.  We never applied for food stamps or WIC--we didn't need to, because we budget for stuff.  And we give up things we want to pay for things we need, like food, shelter, and health insurance.  If we need health care that isn't covered by our insurance, we pay for that, out of pocket.  We save money for that purpose.  If we choose to have more children, we'll pay cash for that, too. 

When it comes time for them to start school, either I will teach them, or we'll pay for private school. 

I do not rely on the government for anything I need that isn't required of them by the Constitution.  And I deeply resent it when someone tells me (or even implies) that I should. 

Relief

My writers' block seems to have resolved itself.  I sat down night before last and wrote a 2,000 word story in about an hour.  I was right in my speculation about what was wrong--I was trying to force the story in the wrong direction.  Athena didn't want to sit through a graduation ceremony and watch the stupid college kids playing with their smartphones instead of paying attention to the speaker. 

I've got three or four more stories planned in the first draft of the anthology with the Greek gods.  I'm considering blending it with the anthology I'm planning to write with the Norse gods--kind of depends if I think it will blend well, and if it would be too long or not if I do.  Right now, the Greek anthology looks to be somewhere around 60,000 words or so, total.  I have no idea what the Norse one will look like. 

After I finish this collection, I'll start on the next closest to finish--my take on the Arthurian legends. 

It feels so good to be writing again.  Not being able to get the stories out feels...well, kind of like being mentally constipated.

Thanks, and Welcome

North of both North and The Gun Blog Black List clicked that follower button sometime today.  Thanks, and make yourself at home.  I've got cookies, chocolate cake with Bailey's flavored frosting (combination St. Pat's and my birthday), and coffee, tea (hot [orange, lemon, peppermint, catnip, Earl Grey, or plain ol' Liptons] or cold), cocoa, generic cola, bourbon, scotch, some Irish Creme, and Seagram's Dark Honey.  Tell me what you want to drink and/or snack on.

Let 'em join the Girl Scouts.

The shrilly vocal homosexual lobby has its knickers in a twist over the head of a conservative Christian group chosen to lead a prayer at an annual prayer breakfast by the mayor of Kansas City, Missouri.

Okay, girls: first thing right off the bat--it's a prayer breakfast.  A conservative Christian function.  Conservative Christians don't typically approve of your lifestyle (and in fact can and will quote bible verses to support their position).  Of course the leader of a conservative Christian group, such as the Boy Scouts, will be the one chosen to lead the prayer.  Who did you think they'd get, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad?

Wait...were your tender little feelings hurt that you weren't permitted to stay in the Boy Scouts when you realized you'd rather screw your troop mates than the Girl Scout troop in your town?  Poor little misunderstood drama queens.  I guess nobody told you that the Girl Scouts would let you come play with their makeup kits.

The tree of liberty needs watered...

"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances." U.S Constitution, Amendment I. (emphasis mine)

 And in a new resolution, quietly passed, but not yet signed into law:

“Whoever knowingly, and with intent to impede or disrupt the orderly conduct of Government business or official functions, engages in disorderly or disruptive conduct in, or within such proximity to, any restricted building or grounds when, or so that, such conduct, in fact, impedes or disrupts the orderly conduct of Government business or official functions…”

By failing to include the term “willfully,” the statute apparently changes the definition of Section 1752 of title 18, United States Code  in such a way that one only has to be in a restricted area — with or without prior knowledge of that fact — to violate the law. This is arguably a change required in the mens rea (state of mind) necessary to commit the crime covered in the new statute.

So if you plan to protest at the next Obama, Romney or Santorum speech, you could unwittingly violate the statute and be thrown in jail for standing in a place the Secret Service deems specially protected.

I'm getting a little tired of all the lawyers in Washington, D.C., that are demonstrating a horrifying lack of reading comprehension, or else are willfully ignoring the rules by which they are permitted to operate by the people they serve.

I somehow strongly doubt that, should it come to the absolute worst case scenario (i.e., our troops deployed against our civilian citizens), that our troops will do more than the absolute minimum, if that.

They take their oaths to protect and defend the Constitution a lot more seriously than do the political class.

Race, my ass.

First off, I'd like to say I'm impressed with the girl's ability to read and comprehend Frederick Douglass's biography at thirteen years old, after having been educated in public schools in general, and inner city schools in specific.  Jada Williams is one young lady who's going to get a good education, no matter what she's offered--she won't accept less. 

Second, she's right.  The system is welding shackles onto the students it's supposed to serve.  If a student is unable to read, the only way to fail them at the early stages is to not fail them.  In passing students on with their peer group instead of holding them back until they've learned the materials, the educational bureaucracy is dooming the students to falling further and further behind--until they give up and accept that they "can't learn."  Same with math. 

And third...actually, I was wrong.  It is about race.  According to the party that runs the Department of Education like its own personal fiefdom (and populates the same), they own the pickaninny that wrote this:

“My advice to my peers, people of color, and my generation, start making these white teachers accountable for instructing you. ... They tooled this profession, they brag about their credentials, they brag about their tenure, so if you have so much experience then find a more productive way to teach the so called ‘unteachable.’”

And her teachers' reactions--harassing and bullying her out of school--are almost exactly the same as any slave owner's was to their slave learning to read.  In Douglass's own words:

I have had [my mistress] rush at me with a face made all up of fury, and snatch from me a newspaper, in a manner that fully revealed her apprehension. She was an apt woman; and a little experience soon demonstrated, to her satisfaction, that education and slavery were incompatible with each other.

In short, the current progressive party cannot afford to have their major voting bloc educated.  They cannot afford for black students to learn to read, to comprehend what they're reading, and to learn to think for themselves.  Black students grow up into adults, and voters.  And the voting bloc would be useless if they realized exactly what slavery they were stepping into, and what they were setting their children, great grandchildren, and great great grandchildren up for.

Don't believe me?  Look at how Walter E. Williams, Thomas Sowell, Alan West, Herman Cain, Star Parker, and even Bill Cosby are treated.  Listen to what Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton and all of the other race baiters call them: oreo, house nigger, race traitor, et. al. 

Tell me that that's not the overseer trying to force the slave back into the field.  Convince me that it's not trying to keep other blacks uneducated enough to be happy in their slavery.

And then convince me that the Department of Education isn't trying to do that to every child except their own.

I guess it's not just a race issue, after all.  It just started there.

I'm gonna get sick of The Lion King

I introduced my imp to Disney, recently.  Actually, my mother-in-law introduced him to Disney with Bambi.  And she's paying for it--every time we go visit, he begs to "watch deer?  P'ease?  Watch deer on TV?" 

Cute as that is, she's getting really sick of it.  He saw it for the first time about two or three months ago.  Since then, she's seen it about three or four dozen times--two or three times per day every time he goes to spend the night.

I don't have Bambi.  I've got The Lion King.  So, here at home, he begs to "watch 'ions?  P'ease?" 

He's limited to just before bedtime, when Odysseus is working.  That way, I can take the pixie and nurse her down to sleep without worrying about the imp getting into anything.  And that way, I see it as little as possible.

I think I need to get a few more movies.  One of my favorites when I was little was the animated Disney Robin Hood.  He'd probably also like The Fox and the Hound, but there's no way I'm getting him that one.  I hate that one.  It makes me cry (like Lion King and Bambi are much better).

A candidate...

for Oldcatman's "head up ass" award: the TSA.  For thoroughly humiliating a nursing mother because the agent in question had 1. No understanding of the rules, 2. No understanding of what breastpumps look like (or, arguably, what breasts look like), and 3. No compassion.

I might be able to hold my nose and vote Ron Paul.

No, I don't like his foreign policy leanings--I think he'd cause the stupid goat fuckers to assume withdrawal = surrender = weakness, and launch an attack that would make 9/11/01 look like a fireworks display. 

I do, however, like this: '“I just don’t like the government in this business,” Paul told Piers Morgan. “I’m stronger in believing the market works these things out…”'

Amen.  Now, if he'll just go sane on the stuff that scares the bat crap out of me, he'll have my vote.

Busy day

Graded my teaching assistant work this morning (18 posts x 6 essay/type the quote questions).  Spent the afternoon pecking at my blog grading (18 blogs that did any posts x 2-3 posts for 101; 20 blogs x 1-2 posts for 102, plus comments on both sets of blogs).  Just finished grading the two papers I granted extensions on, and the one I accepted late (she lived in an area that got hit by the tornadoes that hit right around the paper's due date). 

I'm a bit beat.  But I'm done until Monday morning.  I should be back to regular blogging later tonight, or tomorrow morning.

I don't care what religion you follow.

Romney's a Mormon.  So what?  I certainly don't care.  I was raised RLDS.*  It isn't his religion I object to so much as it is the fact that the only beef he has with the current administration's policies is that a) the current administration isn't his party's, and b) he thinks they're taking us where he wants to take us way too fast: evolution, not revolution.

Santorum is a Catholic.  So what?  I certainly don't care.  I agree with his ideas about abortion, if not contraception, and I don't care who wants to sleep with whom, so long as they keep it behind their bedroom doors.  It isn't his religion, nor yet some of his beliefs I have issue with.  It's the fact that he doesn't believe that we, the people, should be in control of our own lives.  Borepatch nailed it here. 

Obama seems to be a Muslim...wait.  No, I do care about that.  Get the enemy out of the White House.  I refuse to bow to Sharia law.

Really doesn't look like we have much of a choice: we have big government RINO, big government nanny state RINO, and the jackass currently infesting the oval office.



*The LDS's retarded little brother church. 

Just a bit of grading left...

I granted two extensions (one of those was turned in), and accepted a late paper from a nurse who lives in one of the areas hit by tornadoes last Tuesday.  I have those papers to grade, the material from the class in which I'm a teacher's assistant, and blogs tomorrow, then I'm done until next weekend.

I am so tired that it's not even funny.  I think I won't be long behind the kids in going to bed. 

FFOT: Earning the title. Again.

Warning:  VERY strong language ahead.  A good friend of mine says that black people aren't born niggers--they have to earn the title.  And the Obamas have done it again.  How?  Here's the First Wookie's contribution.  As for her 6'1" hot-air powered limp-dicked dildo...well..."The Obama administration’s proposed defense budget calls for military families and retirees to pay sharply more for their healthcare, while leaving unionized civilian defense workers’ benefits untouched."

Umm...come again?  I seem to have misunderstood.  Or at least I hope I did.   Did that sonofafuckingbitch just fucking CUT the fucking medical insurance for our soldiers, vets, and families?  While fucking leaving the fucking union benefits the fuck alone?

Actually, that really is pretty much it.  And that means--yep, you guessed it--The Obamoron can fuck right the fucking fuck off.  Bent over a rough cut rail fence with splinters the size of Chihuahuas prodding what bits he may still have, after having had two children with that toothed maw of a thundercunt he married.  With a chainsaw-powered, six inch thick (with an eight inch thick knob on the end), eighteen inch long, jagged glass dildo dipped in rancid habanero nacho cheez sauce for lube. 

May that cock-sucking, camel-munching, jug-eared Muslim ass-muppet twatwaffle pretending to be President wake up to find his fucking fat-assed fucking foodie fucking hypocrite of a fucking used fucking wanking tissue of a she-beast has gotten hungry in the night and eaten what she'd fucking left him of his fucking manhood as a light snack.  May he find that every cup of civet-cat coffee he ever drinks still has the fucking turds floating in it (not that he'd notice, being that he is one himself).  May he find, after he leaves office and loses his Secret Service, that no one wants to kill him because he's just that contemptible.

I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire.

Chime in.  Tell the world what you'd like to tell to fuck off.  With cheese.

Are you freakin' kidding me?!??

Several stories sparked the WTF? reaction this evening.

• Can you believe that the murdering little piece of shit that shot up that Ohio school is likely to be charged as a juvenile?  I'm sorry, but I don't give a flying shart that he was a "troubled teen."  So was I.  I have never--and will never--take a gun into a "gun-free" zone with the intention of finding victims that cannot fight back. 

• How the hell does this guy honestly believe his own BS?  The Holocaust was a lie perpetrated by the Jews?  How does he explain the photographic evidence, the brutally truncated family trees?  The first hand accounts of the Allied soldiers that liberated the camps?  Oh, wait...he's a National Socialist...he probably thinks it was a pity that Hitler just didn't have enough time to finish the job.

• The Israelis have turned Palestine into a nation of prostitutes, rapists, and child molesters?  Have the stupid hajjis taken a good look at their own culture, started by their own beloved prophet (Piss be upon him)?  News flash sand fleas: it ain't the Jews raping Muslim women.  It's an accepted part of your own culture to molest children.  Have y'all ever heard of psychological projection?  'Cause it looks to all of us that remember exactly what Islam is (hint: not a peaceful, civilized culture) like that's what you're engaging in.

Stay tuned for more head 'splodey, rage-y goodness tomorrow morning with your weekly send-off to whatever's pissing you (and me) off.