Sleeping Beauty Awakes....sort of.

Rumors of my demise are greatly exaggerated; I simply ran out of steam. My brother and sister bloggers are prolific in ways I can only dream about. Impressively, the authors listed to the right here are johnny on the spot. They are super sonic when it comes to reporting on our rulers and their Marxist's shenanigans. I marvel at the stamina of my blogging buddies who continue to keep up their spirits in the face on impending bread lines. It takes some moxy...and considerable skill.

While I don't declare myself back from the abyss, I do feel a certain gnawing feeling that I owe the Bamster a verbal whack or two. I just need a proton energy pill or a can of spinach to jump start me back into the mix. Let the games begin...again.

From the outer realms of junk email I found this piece of flotsam. I make no claim to authorship. I have no idea who wrote it, but I like it. I'm sure you've all seen a variation of it at one time or another. The only thing I changed was Democrat Friends to Liberal Friends and Republican Friends to Conservative Friends . The scary thing here is that as parody, a piece like this is losing it's steam. The psycho babble following to my Liberal Friends is not far from reality for many progressives living in these United States of the Perpetually Offended. But the very fact that we now have living amongst us these guilt ridden bird brains, splashing around in a bath of blind moral relevence, well, we have to laugh at them. Even though it is painfully obvious that we are giggling all the way down the road to hell. You know, that same road paved with liberal good intentions. A blessed Kwanzza, or whatever, to you and yourn.

To my Liberal Friends:

Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best
wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible,
low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter
solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of
the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your
choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or
traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or
secular traditions at all. I also wish you a fiscally successful,
personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the
onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2010, but not without
due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose
contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply
that America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the
only America in the Western Hemisphere . Also, this wish is made
without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability,
religious faith or sexual preference of the wish.

To My Conservative Friends:

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

From the nothing to see here move along department:

So the Army says that "religion" had nothing to do with last week's attack at Ft. Hood. Of course, that's what they said about the DC sniper back in 2002. (But he's getting the hot shot tonight for his random deeds.) The message was the same then as it is now: Nothing to see here, just move along.

I suppose all that screaming "allahu akbar!" while murdering his fellow soldiers was just an excited utterance...It doesn't mean anything...nothing to see here, just move along.

Come on people, it is NOT terrorism; in fact, don't you dare call what this guy did terrorism. So what if the perp is a ranting Muslim....nothing to see here, just move along.

So what if the FBI knew this cat was chatting up a radical Islamist weird beard and attended a Mosque known for it's Jihad Johnnies . (HT: Atlas Shrugs). Hell, he was just looking for advice on where to get the best prayer rugs...nothing to see here, just move along.

But there is something to see here and we're not going to just move along. We all know that the PC police are working overtime to white wash this event. How disappointed the left wing media must be that the Ft Hood killer wasn't a white guy. Back in 02, the media profile for the DC sniper was that of an angry white male...and they had him driving around in a white van. Wrong! The killers were actually black men, one named Muhammad, tooling around in a Ford, shooting people from the trunk. Oops, just a slight discrepancy there.

Like it or not folks, our freedom is under assault and our very institutions - from law enforcement to the media - if not leading the charge - are supporting it through their PC stupidity. It is a sad period we live in and, more importantly, a dangerous one. There is a hell of a lot to see here and you just move along at your own peril.

It would truly be funny if...

And what would the world be without some parody at the expense of the Bamster:

But thank Heavens for Barry's diplomatic skills...I get a warm and fuzzy feeling just thinking about his awesome ability to negotiate:

Actually, I'd really be worried if he didn't have a good, strong woman standing behind him...or in front of him, or on top of him, or wherever the hell she stands. One thing for certain, ain't no French bimbo coming betwixt her and her stud muffin:

But as funny as comrade Barry is, the cold hard fact comes down to this:

Sometimes you just have to laugh...before you bend over, stick your head between your legs, and kiss you arse goodbye.

In today's vernacular.....

Chinese men need the "hook up". This Fox News article details the one child policy of Commie China and it's predictable result: Too many men...and not enough women.

Mark Steyn commented on the glut of Chinese men in his blockbuster expose' America Alone (page 30):

Unless China's planning to become the first gay superpower since Sparta, what's going to happen to these young men? As a general rule, large numbers of excitable lads who can't get any action are useful for manning the nuttier outposts of the jihad but not for much else. So, given Russia's own imbalance - between sickly men of low life expectancy and long-lived robust women - it's not hard to see some mutual advantage in a bilateral mass hook up for Slav women and Chinese men, even if the boys are a bit callow and the chicks somewhat long in the tooth.

Heh, heh, heh.

And just what causes Russian men to die early? - for the non Muslim Russian man life expectancy is 58.9: Aids, hepatitis, tuberculosis and alcoholism is taking care of business. However, Ruuskie women tend to live into their 70's. Too many candlesticks and not enough candlestick holders to loosely reference Mark Twain.

Ain't socialistic countries grand? The Chicom's one child policy has resulted in parents aborting their female babies in pursuit of sons - hence the lack of lasses; and the trampling of individualism and it's accompanying drag on the human spirit in Lenin Land has so depressed Russian males that they're drinking and drugging themselves to death.

Given the Marxists crowd running things in America today, it's not too hard to conceive of a similar future for us: Coming soon - a population control czar, a food and drink czar, a house size czar, etc. And the hell of it is that half the population can't wait for it to happen.

Race Card Alert! He's a grits eater.....

Of course, it old news now, but my thoughts at the time went something like this:

He's gotta be a card carrying member of the Klan....righhhhhht?

How dare Joe Wilson desecrate the hallowed decorum of Congress? Just who does he think he is?

I'll tell you who he is. He's a South Carolinian. A natural born pain in the posterior.

As for Maureen Dowd, Carter and the other sycophants: Leave it to intellectually vacant gas bags like them to resort to the race excuse. Elitist Liberals such as Maureen tend to fast forward to that position when confronted with explaining their ideology. And it's a seductive path to follow. Liberals can't for the life of them defend the notion that higher taxes and regulations work to progress mankind; hence, when asked to explain, they get flustered and whip out their trusty, dog eared race card. It's the perfect cover when you have no rational argument to make.

You question how allowing an unaccountable entity like the US government could possible run health care when you can't find one example of where said type health care efficiently works anywhere else on earth....You must be a racist.

It's almost funny if you think about it. It's a parody of Jeff Foxworthy's you might be a red neck routine. You might be a racist if...

You wonder why, especially after 9-11-01, our southern border is left virtually unguarded, and that tens of millions of people are allowed to wander in, promised amnesty and allowed to rabble rouse unrelentingly about their "rightful" ownership of the land. Meanwhile, those who immigrate legally, stand in line to take the oath and actually desire to become Americans are swept aside and marginalized.

You think affirmative action, while crafted with good intention, has become a millstone around the necks of black people; or if you think that the thug culture so associated with black (and white) youth and mainstreamed by the media is really stupid.

You mistrust a government that seeks to control every aspect of life or you question the motives of a president who campaigned as a moderate, but who has more socialist, anti capitalist pals than Brezhnev. Tea Partiers get special notice for their blatant racism.

Truth be told, you might be mind numbed moron if you read Maureen Dowd.

Hi Ho.

A shovel ready job for Teddy

So the liberal "lion " of the senate has assumed room temperature. Pardon me while I do a back flip or two. All of the liberal news pundits are lauding his merits ad nausem until I'm more than a bit nauseous myself. The ugly truth is that no one has done more to harm the people of America than this spoiled, narcissistic bag of pickled pig guts. His policies have led to the dumbing down of our children, the weakening of our military and our border, all of the tax increases as far as the last thirty years, and the gradual but steady chipping away of our rights as citizens. And lest we forget Chappaquiddick and the cowardly drowning death of Mary Jo Kapechne. He was also involved in assault on a waitress along with the equally morally bankrupt Cris Dodd. Not to mention his aiding and abetting of his nephew in a sexual assault on a guest in his West Palm Beach mansion. For these and many other sins I think he may be getting one of those "shovel ready" jobs the "last Kennedy brother ( Barrack Obama) was talking about. However this job will be stoking the hellfire in the pit. Satan probably should stand back when Teddy gets to close to the fire.

Going, going...

I never tire of watching it. I've watched it probably twenty times...or more. Even Glenn Campbell's awful performance fails to detract me when it comes to True Grit. With T.G. I've become something like Mel Gibson's character in Conspiracy Theory who is compelled to purchase copies of Catcher In The Rye: When TCM or AMC show True Grit, I have to watch...even if it's in the middle of the night...like last night. Though fighting to stay awake, at two a.m. I found myself chuckling at the fantastic exchange between Mattie and Col. G. Stonehill after Mattie had out haggled and brow beaten Stonehill.

Mattie: Do you know a Marshal Rooster Cogburn?
Col. G. Stonehill: Most people around here have heard of Rooster Cogburn and some people live to regret it. I would not be surprised to learn that he's a relative of yours.

There are too many great lines to recount. John Wayne was born to play Rooster Cogburn. Hell, he played him in one variation or another in nearly every movie he made. But Rooster is special. He operates out on the fringe. He's a rogue cop that gets results. He's out taking care of things we'd rather not entertain. It was his "grit" that attracted Mattie to him for the task of finding Tom Chaney.

Judge Parker he's an old carpetbagger, but he knows his rats! We had a good court going on here 'til them pettifogging lawyers moved in!

And it's the "grit" that keeps me up in the middle of the night watching; because I know that that kind of "grit" is fading away in America. The Rooster Cogburns of the world have become marginalized in the great metrosexual revolution. It's not much of a revelation to say that the American man ain't the man he used to be. And, even worse, he's been usurped by a kindler, gentler man; a man glued to gadgetry and the promise of a gravy train from womb to tomb. But there's a nagging thought in every yankee's mind: He knows he's a soft man, nestled in his air conditioned world, and he looks at himself and wonders if he could survive if either hell or high water came his way.

So, at the end of True Grit, as Rooster Cogburn, reins in teeth jumps Mattie's four rail fence, I calm myself with the thought that, come what may, I would eschew the modern man, that I would stare into the face of impending disaster, and with the help of God All Mighty, say, "fill your hands, you son of a bitch!

But for fewer and fewer of us, it is only a fantasy.

Another Cluster*%#@ brought to you by Barry Obama:

For those of you who believe in the benevolence of our dear leader(s), get a load of this bend over and grab your ankles waste of taxpayer money brought to you by Obamanation. A tid bit from the article:

Here's how it works: If you're eligible, the government will pay to weatherstrip your doors, insulate your walls and ceilings, fix your windows and, in some cases, buy you a new refrigerator and heating system -- all for free. You just have to sign up with a local community-action group (bold - mine...ACORN anyone?), which will send over workers to do the repairs.
It's proving a rip-off -- the government is spending a fortune for each household that benefits. A quarter of the money is squandered on a vast bureaucracy of regulatory field staff, administrators and training (imagine that?). Also inflating the costs are prevailing-wage mandates and provisions that encourage states to spend the most money on the fewest homes. With $400 million, New York state intends to repair 45,000 units, or nearly $9,000 a home.

Of course, lefties everywhere will opine that this Titanic waste of taxpayer's money - is a good thing because Bush lied and people died, Bush wiretapped people (Of course Bammy is still doing it, but it's OK now), Katrina, etc, etc!

Idiots!

Read the whole nauseating thing here.

Boy, it sure is bright out here...

I haven't blogged for a while now. It seems I experienced a raging case of information overload. One day I just shut off the tube, the computer, the phone and the lights and crawled into the broom closet. There I assumed the fetal position and stayed that way for 2 weeks, taking only intravenous feedings. Looking back, Id say the tipping point was the whole Gates affair. When highly regarded (and paid) black men, men of great fortune I might add, morph into ghetto banging, head wagging victim mongers, its time to go comatose. So, there in my closet, which strangely resembles my house in shape, size and comfort, I gave up on the blitzkrieg of elitists talking heads groveling before the king...that is, until I stopped drooling and was able to feed myself. Which, in reality, took about two hours.

Actually, I took advantage of a few much needed business opportunities and, just to spice up life a bit, added two daughters, one son in law, a granddaughter, three cats and a dog to the mix in the Three Ball Dead household. So, I've been doing the family thing: meals (the S.I.L. can cook!), picking up, dropping off, going to church with the whole family....wow. Mr's TBD and I had been an island of two for some time; hence, going from library quiet to Grand Central Station loud has taken some adjusting to...to say the least. But it's a glorious time to be alive; and so it could be said that living life took me away from the blogosphere. As an aside, while I convalesced, I think I downloaded the entire Beatles catalogue to my IPOD (or is that uploaded?). I played the lads at high decibels too: It was a yeah, yeah, yeahfest all throughout the house for days...and all at the expense of (or more aptly for the benefit of) my high school aged daughter and her shaggy boy friend. Lord knows they need some music education...know what I'm saying dog?

But one can't hide from the world forever; and as Barry continues his relentless push to cloth us in those drab Soviet pajamas while waiting for our hip replacements, and to force us into those Not So Smart Cars, I had to suck it up and get back in the game. There's corrupt, hypocritical, sniveling, elitists, limp wristed (think Barry's All Star Game first pitch), Marxist bureaucrats to rant and rave about. There's freedom to defend, legs to break and minds to change. With some of the Obmatrons I've met, the leg breaking option has far more appeal. Their minds are too far gone for them to be of any use...they may as well limp in pain as they line up to bow before the One. Hi Ho.

Big ears and bigger mouth

So the dumbo in chief is having a beer in the rose garden with his racist friend and the man his racist friend accused of a being a racist. Blacks always say that they cannot be racist because whites have the power. While that is a dodge lets assume their viewpoint. Who is more powerful than the president of the U.S. ? He took up the side of his friend supposedly without knowing the facts and called the friend's arresting officer , performing the duty he was intrusted with doing, acting "stupidly". While I have no doubt that Obama is a racist and that his professor friend is one also, I do not believe that the officer in question is a candidate for this label. He was sent on this call by his "black " superior because of his being a instructor in racial sensitivity. Upon arriving at scene and attempting to do his job in a cordial manner he was subjected to a lowbrow assault by a highbrow professor. And after great forbearance arrested the professor for causing a disturbance. The professor was warned repeatedly before the arrest. I, myself, would have tased his dumb ass. However I am not deceived by the president's reaction. This was not about his friend's arrest. Obama was attempting to use the race card to elevate his sagging poll numbers. It backfired in a big way. Hence the beer in the rose garden. Drink up Dumbo.

Nobody nukes Obamanation like VDH!

Victor Davis Hanson should be mandatory reading for the minded numbed masses of Obama voters who still cling to the idiotic notion that any of this Bolshevik crap is going to work.

From his excellent work:


Americans are waking up to the fact that their president says, promises, and does things that simply do not make sense, at odds with what they know of human physics — with the predictable nature of the way humans have conducted themselves for centuries: Borrowing is debt, not “stimulus”; serial apologies soon sound insincere or become counterproductive; blaming someone else becomes tiresome; scapegoating leads nowhere; taking responsibility for failure is as necessary as being praised for success; people can be fooled only so many times by sonorous, ego-laced rhetoric.

Read the whole thing here.

Philanderers, serial killers and bad drivers oh my!

It doesn't come as trippingly off the tongue as lions, tigers and bears, but it does describe the current situation in the Palmetto state. Hell, Oz couldn't be much stranger than our little state. And yes, I included "bad drivers" in my unholy paean to Dorothy and the crew; mostly to fill out the bill, and partly because, if you've had the pleasure to visit our beautiful little corner of the world by auto, you probably noticed the precipitous decline in driving IQ the moment you crossed the border. There's granny in the passing lane doing 50, and frickin' Richard Petty passing her on the right, shooting the finger and questioning her lineage. But I digress.

What more can be said of our love struck governor? You know, he of the sophomoric email composed along the Argentinian trail. Mark Sanford may not be Edward the VIII and Maria Chapur may (or may not be) be foxier than Wallis Simpson , but Three Ball Dead believes that Markie boy is likely to spread on a little Clearasil and bolt for South America: giving up the governorship, the run for prez and his beleaguered wife's tool money. Nobody ever accused us Carolinians of great judgemental abilities. See the beginning of the Civil War.

And finally, a serial killer stalks the fine people of Gaffney (which down here could be a guy named Bubba with a Glock, going through a messy divorce that ends with the beleaguered wife - see above -getting custody of the F150). So far he's randomly killed 5 seemingly unrelated people in this town of 10,000. As we go to press, word has it that Gaston County NC police (twenty miles north of Gaffney) killed a man this morning during a burglary attempt. The man apparently matches the description of the killer...and so does his vehicle. Too bad a Gaffneyian with good aim didn't get the opportunity to clip this hump.

Many thanks to my compatriots for commenting while I vacated this past week. Meanwhile, I return completely unrested and, in fact, on the very verge of exhaustion. Here's to my Vera Wang mattress and the friendly confines of home sweet home.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I just had a Charles Schulz moment...

I took the opportunity this morning to listen to our dear leader's latest whine fest on Gitmo. Amongst the brilliant things the TOTUS had to say was that (I'm paraphrasing), our "values" are what keep us safe and that holding the head choppers in Gitmo "compromises national security".

Neither of those declarations make one bit of sense. First, "our values" are precisely why radical Islam has a bulls eye on America to begin with. Our values, or what used to be our values, of individual freedom, religious freedom, economic freedom, etc, etc, are a direct contradiction to the ass backward, Western civilization killing tenants of Islam. Come on Mr. President, have you crawled so far down the multicultural hole that you see no differences between the culture of death and human misery and that of life and human liberty?

As for national security: how in blue blazes does detaining the mass murderers of an evil cult cause us to be "less safe"? I mean, seriously Barry, you must have toked up a ton of that Maui Wowee during your formative years. By your standards, we would be "safer" if Charles Manson was still roaming the streets. It is the same no deterrent argument that those opposed to capital punishment love to make; but it defies reason. An extra crispy mass murderer ain't causing any problems; and neither is a deranged Mohammedan facing east from his cell at Gitmo. And we've already seen the recidivism rate of "detainees" returned to their clans. Furthermore, this particular brand of Islam, you know, the brand that wants to kill free people, would still be plotting destruction whether Gitmo was in business or not. It seems that according to Barry, it simply has to be our fault that they hate us and want to kill us.

As his speech meandered along, I realized that President Obama, despite the accolades attributed to his speaking abilities, has all the engaging qualities of Charlie Brown's school teacher: wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah; and not nearly the intellectual depth.

The Backdrop of Reality...

If you think borrowing and printing trillions of dollars is a really dumb idea, especially after the last Prez tanked the economy by borrowing (from China) and spending too much (education, illegal immigration, Medicare Prescription Program, Fannie, Freddie, etc) , you're right. If you view closing Gitmo (instead of making it bigger) a sign of weakness before the sworn enemies of Western Civilization, you're right again. If you think increasing US outlays to the United Nations to 54 billion by 2010 is madness, again, you are correct. If you think imposing massive taxes on Americans based on a quasi religious environmentalism is beyond stupid, you may not deserve a medal for astuteness, but you are right again. If you think genuflecting, apologizing and promising to disarm America is a strategy devised by imbeciles, you may not be MENSA material, but you are at the very least awake.

Obamanation, Obamanism, Obamanomics...it's all right out of a science fiction novel. The double speak, the assault on individualism - are we not living in a Brave New World? We have arrived in the post American period and it is in a word, surreal.

And speaking of Surrealism, this week we celebrated Salvadore Dali's birthday. Dali of course is famous for being a charter member of surrealists painters who's paintings exhibited the "greater reality" of man's subconscious over his reason. Which, is an apt description of the mind numbing policies listed above. Reason be damned! Every half wit in the world knows that compounding runaway government (Bush) with quadruple the effort (Obama) is unworkable, but, like the Dali paintings, we convince ourselves that it's a beautiful thing, and that it all makes perfect sense if you simply suspend rational thought.

But eventually, to quote Barry Obama's fave-o-rite pastor, the chickens will come home to roost; and reason will again...must rule the day. We ultimately run out of money...other people's money to be more exact, and the slavish relativism of utopian dreams become too scary (and expensive) to comprehend, let alone employ. Like Dali's The Persistence of Memory, we're fascinated by the melting watches, but we know that reality is rigid and unrelenting, not given to our flights of political fancy. Hope and change has a nice ring to it, but if you must rob the free man of his life and his livelihood to achieve it...what good have you done? The background of Memory is stark and not surrealistic at all when juxtaposed to the melting watches. Today, Obamism is the melting phantasm in American politics and culture; while working, creative, risk taking, Americans are the rock solid backdrop of reality. Even Dali eventually gave up the rambling subconsciousness of Surrealism and was soon expelled from the movement. I think it's a stretch to expect Obama to shed his surreal Alinski indoctrination for limited government and rugged individualism; but, freedom loving Americans standing persistently in the background will be there to reintroduce the world to reality once the weak engine of socialism sputters and fails. And it will fail.

Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee...

It took a lot of years,
But at last I finally see.

As a thirteen year old boy I became caught up in the hype of the 1971 boxing match between Mohammed Ali and South Carolinian Joe Frazier. The March 8 title fight in Madison Square Garden, billed as The Fight of the Century, was compelling in that both fighters came in undefeated and it marked the return of Clay, now Ali, to the ring. The public backlash to the Vietnam War was fever pitch...and the war weary nation was in a forgiving mood concerning Cassius Clay's conscientious objection (which landed him in jail); likewise, Clay's conversion to Islam raised even fewer eyebrows despite the growing Islamic extremism in the Middle East. So, oblivious to the political and religious implications, I threw in with the media favorite Ali. It took me years to realize my mistake.

Eighteen years later amidst my great re-awakening...I began to reevaluate many aspects of my belief system. First, I crawled out of the existentialist hole in which I had descended and accepted the Grace of God and the gift of his Son. Among the more trivial consequences of my revival was the realization that the John Lennon Song Imagine, reeking of moral relevence, really sucked..., and that Mohammed Ali was a traitor and a coward. Thus, it was a pleasant surprise when I saw this article by the always insightful Victor Hanson.


It seems that all sports journalists subscribe to the same slobbering love for Mohammed Ali...and it grates on me every time I hear or read the fawning stories. I thought I'd vomit the night he lit the torch at the Atlanta Olympics. Now, I view Ali, his boxing skill notwithstanding, as an undeserving huckster who hid his cowardices behind a savage religion. It's about time somebody said so. And it's about time somebody said something good about smoking Joe Frazier. He may not have been as good in the ring as Ali, but he was twice the man. The following is from Hanson's article.


III. There was something to admire about Joe Frazier. I have another confession to make, given that I just saw an ad for a new documentary on the Ali-Frazier fights, a film I will try to see soon. Here it is — I never admired Mohammed Ali. Not that much at all. He was a brilliant boxer, but his megalomania ushered a number of deleterious trends into all sports — the ego-driven gestures (which were to be later manifested in everything from spiking the ball to trash talking the opponent) were all repellent.

A mind unclouded by liberalism is a beautiful thing.