For this reason God sends them a powerful delusion so that they will believe the lie (2 Thessalonians 2:11)

Jun 29, 2009

Jim Demint on Hannity

He just said that we need to do more in standing up for freedom. One of the suggestions was to WRITE A BLOG! Damn right Jim!

Maybe we were touting the wrong South Carolinian all along.

Jun 24, 2009

A little wickie wackie woo in South America

So I chose freedom
Running around, trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it to

Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance

Hiking the Appalachian Trail huh Mark?

Mark Sanford's admission that he is having an affair with an Argentinian dolly pretty much puts the brakes on his alleged presidential aspirations. Well, as a South Carolinian, I wasn't all that convinced of his political ability in the first place...and his business acumen even less. I agreed with his stance on not taking the so called stimulus money (no state should have) - it will almost certainly mandate federal government programs that SC taxpayers will forever be on the hook for; long after the government faucet stops flowing. And he seemed like a sincere guy, but I just never got the warm and fuzzies for his leadership style.

His Eva Peron stunt is just one more nail. His true down fall came with his inability to sell South Carolina's friendly business climate to potential investors. No large job creators came to SC during his administration, and several that considered the state bypassed it for better terms elsewhere. Governor Sanford instead chose to spend his two terms provoking the the good old boy infested State Legislature - the real seat of power in SC - at the expense of the traditional rainmaking duties of the SC governor. And when he did get involved in business it often had unpleasant results. Interjecting himself into a project going on in Greenville, he nearly wrecked the whole deal and did ultimately cost the city an automotive wind tunnel that would have nicely complimented the area's growing reputation in automotive research. The wind tunnel idea went to Charlotte instead. The Clemson University Automotive Research Center (built in conjunction with BMW) did eventually come to fruition, but no thanks to Mark Sanford.

I suppose we can view his dalliance and the likely fallout as political natural selection. Only the strong survive crooned Jerry Butler during the hey day of Motown: Governor Mark Sanford isn't looking all that strong...and it remains to be seen if his political career or his marriage will survive.

Jun 10, 2009

Tales of a Home Grown Jihadi...

I first got myself locked up for shoplifting when I was thirteen years old . Then as the years went by I added grand larceny, burglary, simple assault, and then later, arson. But that arson charge was crap! I just happened to be in the apartment when it got set on fire, and as fate would have it, I just happened to know the cat that set it on fire. I'd barely got out the door when they pinched me. They figured it had to be me when they took a look at my priors; so, they convicted me of something I didn't even do. I reckon it all evened out though. I did a lot of other things that I never got caught for. I suppose I had it coming. So I did a stint in the joint...and that's where I learned about the jihad.

I'd been locked up for about three weeks when I met Calvin Jones, aka, Akmed Madullah. Akmed kind of took me under wing, seeing that I'm biracial and that all the skin heads stayed on my ass so much. Before I got locked up I'd never had any problems with the white boys. In fact, some of my biggest scores as a thief came with a guy named Bubba Holliday from a place called Possum Kingdom, South Carolina. But in the hoosegow it was different. They didn't take to my Afro-Asian appearance as well as they did on the outside, so I ended up hanging with Akmed, Mohmmad, Tariq and the boys just to keep my ass out of a sling. And it worked.

Akmed presented me with my first Koran 4 months to the day that I started my 10 year sentence. Before long I was getting instructed daily on infidel hating and Christian bashing. Well, needless to say I was not prepared for the Prophet's teaching, so I just gave lip service in order to keep Akmed happy and to preserve my protection from the crazy white men. But before long, the boys started requiring that I chime in when the berating of the Great Satan began. Again, I faked my way through for the aforementioned reasons. I got pretty good at screeching out Allahu Akbar! I warmed up to the role eventually and started rolling out what I considered to be some damn fine anti American tirades. "Death to the dogs of decadence and impurity! May the breath of Allah forever devour their lands and slaughter their women and children"! Akmed beamed with pride when he heard my screeds. I noticed that the boys really got worked up when you threw in some "kill their women and children" stuff; so, when it was my turn to rant, I incorporated a fair amount of that kind of thing into my performance. It was about that time that Akmed told me that he had a mission for me on the outside. 3 and 1/2 years had sped by and I was up for parole.

It seems the boys had gotten hooked up with some real Muslims on the outside and they had promised them that a recruit from within would carry out a mission in Washington DC once he got sprung. Well, it wasn't going to be Akmed, Mohammad, Tariq or any of the other boys in the Muslim brotherhood, because all of them were in for life without parole. That pretty much left me as the mission boy. I must say that when Akmed gave me the details about the mission, I immediately began having reservations. The plan, if that is what you can call this turkey, was for me to put on a dynamite ladened vest, waltz into a shopping mall, and blow myself to smithereens. It dawned on me then that just maybe these guys were taking this whole jihad thing a little too far. I mean, I tried to sympathize with their inner demons, but in reality I never really caught on with the whole scene. As I said, I went along just to survive the joint, but truth be known, all that death to America chatter didn't make a lot of sense to me. Hell, I was born in the Florida panhandle, I like beer, movies, cigarettes and blonds. And I never told the boys, but more than once I talked to Jesus when the chips were down. His salvation plan sounded a whole lot better to me than blowing myself up in Macy's.

The real trick was to shake the guy who picked me up the day I was released. I thought about tipping off the cops, but I put the kibosh on that idea. I figured, the recidivism rate being what it is, I'd likely get caught doing something stupid, sent back to the clink, and right into the arms of the jailhouse jihadis that I ratted out on the way out the door. So, I decided to keep mum and give my escort the slip once I was free. And that's what I did, but it wasn't easy getting away from my handler, a guy name Sahib. He checked us into a Red Roof Inn where he showed me the vest and drilled me on what to do once I got to the mall. He told me that he would be nearby and that he, or someone, would kill me if I attempted to chicken out. So, after the evening prayer, and some particularly rancid Chinese food, Sahib went to the toilet...and I bolted with his Glock, a box of condoms and a quart of whiskey he had stashed in his backpack. I dyed my hair blond (Like I said I like blonds), shaved my beard and headed for South America. I've been on the lamb now for three months.

I have to say, one lonely night back in the joint with Akmed, I really started thinking about those 72 virgins I'd cash in on once I did my thing in the mall, and it began to sound pretty good. But I snapped out of it. With my luck I'd get to heaven and find out that it wasn't 72 virgins, but 72 Virginians, and instead of lolling around with curvaceous Islamic beauties, I'd spend eternity getting my ass whipped by George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, James Tyler...

So I came to my senses...and God bless America! I hope to come back some day if the heat dies down.

Jun 3, 2009

Have you paid your Jizya today?

The Jizya is a tax levied on non Muslims living in an Islamic state. That's right, you infidels who haven't gotten it together with the local Sharia authority, and who are still worshipping that Jesus fellow (or somebody or something other than Islam), will pay a tax to the ruling imams. The Jizya represents your acceptance of second class citizenship under Islam. Oh, but of course, that couldn't happen here, that's just some fairy tale constructed by neocon warmongers in which to enrich Dick Cheney. Oh yeah, checked out Europe lately? How about Britain? They're building a 70,000 seat Mosque near the 2012 Olympic site...and look who is coughing up the pounds to get it done.

This bloke reveals a UK that is swirling around the multiculti hole...and is possibly only one generational flush away from disappearing from sight forever. The jizya is not a far fetched idea for a secular leaning, non breeding society which ignorantly throws open the borders to a culture that doesn't share their western traditions. You know, traditions like English common law, religious freedom and all the other mundane annoyances which mark free men and women.

To our deluded bothers and sisters here in America: While you blindly play the part of Chicken Little in Al Gore's hysterical enviro tragedy, our president, you know, the guy with the MUSLIM name, is printing money, taxing achievement, confiscating private industry and stealing your economic freedoms right out from under your noses. He's got you worried about environmental disaster, all the while he's clearing the way for a cultural collapse that will mean your end. And he's doing it with your blessings. Your chortling over spreading the wealth and making the rich guy pay will ring awfully empty when your boss pink slips you. It will suck huge when the nanny government you yourself ignorantly chose cap and trades your company out of existence.

And worse still, the void left by the death of the country in which you disdainfully gave over to Obama style moral relativism may very well be filled by the same barbarians that are intimidating the Mother Land as we speak. The same barbarians that Barack Hussein Obama intends to release from Gitmo. The same barbarians that Barry just morally equivocated to American patriots. The same barbarians that fly planes into buildings, implode themselves in Iraqi police stations, who murder US Army recruiters and who shoot at people pumping gasoline. Where are the moderate voices of Islam, passionately calling for their brethren to stop the barbarity? Exactly...crickets.

Unless we start teaching and preaching and defending freedom, the Jizya will be the least of our problems.