Saturday, October 03, 2009
Power Line - Does A-jad have a secret?
Power Line - Does A-jad have a secret?: "Was Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad born Jewish? Today's Telegraph reports that a photograph of A-jad holding up his identity card during elections in March 2008 clearly shows his family has Jewish roots, and that a close-up of the document reveals he was previously known as Sabourjian -- a Jewish name meaning cloth weaver. Martin Solomon comments, among other things:"
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Eternity Road
Eternity Road: "kak�is�toc�ra�cy (kăk'ĭ-stŏk'rə-sē, k�kĭ-) pronunciation
n., pl., -cies.
Government by the least qualified or most unprincipled citizens."
n., pl., -cies.
Government by the least qualified or most unprincipled citizens."
Home On the Range
Home On the Range: "If she could have sat with me that night, I would have told her how much that the years had brought me. Despite the struggles, I would have told her how much she taught me, how deeply sorry I was for the impatience of my youth, how unappreciative I may sometimes have seemed to what she brought me., the tools she gave me to construct a good life. I would say that I hope wherever she was, that she she had the happiness she brought us, as my tears mingled with the sweat of my work.
Salt and truth."
Salt and truth."
Sunday, September 27, 2009
The Skeptical Optimist
The Skeptical Optimist: "Harvard Law Prof. Charles Ogletree told how Mr. Obama spoke on one contentious issue at the law school, and each side thought he was endorsing their view. Mr. Ogletree said: 'Everyone was nodding, Oh, he agrees with me.'
The reason I have never forgotten this article is its last sentence, in which Al Gore's former chief of staff Ron Klain, also of Harvard Law, reflects on the Obama sensation: 'The interesting caveat is that is a style of leadership more effective running a law review than running a country.'"
The reason I have never forgotten this article is its last sentence, in which Al Gore's former chief of staff Ron Klain, also of Harvard Law, reflects on the Obama sensation: 'The interesting caveat is that is a style of leadership more effective running a law review than running a country.'"
Mostly Cajun, All American and Opinionated � More Humour of the Vilest Sort…
Mostly Cajun, All American and Opinionated � More Humour of the Vilest Sort…
A bear walks into a bar in Billings , Montana and sits down. He bangs on the bar with his paw and demands a beer.
The bartender approaches and says, ‘We don’t serve beer to bears in bars in Billings ‘
The bear, becoming angry, demands again that he be served a beer.
The bartender tells him again, more forcefully, ‘We don’t serve beer to belligerent bears in bars in Billings ..’
The bear, very angry now, says, ‘If you don’t serve me a beer, I’m going to eat that lady sitting at the end of the bar.’
The bartender says, ‘Sorry, we don’t serve beer to belligerent, bully bears in bars in Billings ‘
The bear goes to the end of the bar, and, as promised, eats the woman. He comes back to his seat and again demands a beer.
The bartender states, ‘Sorry, but we especially don’t serve beer to belligerent, bully bears in bars in Billings who are on drugs.’
The bear looks at him quizzically and says, ‘I’m not on drugs.’
(You’re gonna love me for this…)
The bartender says, “You are now. That was a barbitchyouate”
Friday, September 25, 2009
VDH's Private Papers::Sleeping Through Speeches
VDH's Private Papers::Sleeping Through Speeches
While Obama was praising the U.N., the U.N. was showing America why most of us don’t want much to do with it. The Gaddafi and Ahmadinejad rambling hate-filled speeches were lunatic and nutty; but, remember, they are typical, not unrepresentative of the sort of leaders that the world outside the West so often produces these days. A Chavez, Kim Jong Il, Assad, or Mullah Omar would say about the same. Why would Obama wish to brag of returning to the human rights council given the creepy regimes on it? Watching the U.N. watch Ahmadinejad, I was reminded of Europe circa July 1941. As Hitler swept through Russia, suddenly a Spain, a Sweden, a Turkey, a Romania, a Hungary, etc. as both Axis allies and as neutrals, all in varying ways were horse-trading with Nazi Germany for various trade deals, land grabs, and general profiteering. That the Wehrmacht slaughtered Jews by the thousands the day it entered Russia, mattered not at all; the Nazis looked like winners and it was time to cut deals. By 1944/5, the opposite was true: neutrals and formal allies were bailing and claiming they had been coerced, duped, had no choices, and were now our friends if not allies, after all. Take away oil, and Ahmadinejad and Gaddafi would be written off as two-bit psychopaths that no legitimate body would let in the service entrance.
While Obama was praising the U.N., the U.N. was showing America why most of us don’t want much to do with it. The Gaddafi and Ahmadinejad rambling hate-filled speeches were lunatic and nutty; but, remember, they are typical, not unrepresentative of the sort of leaders that the world outside the West so often produces these days. A Chavez, Kim Jong Il, Assad, or Mullah Omar would say about the same. Why would Obama wish to brag of returning to the human rights council given the creepy regimes on it? Watching the U.N. watch Ahmadinejad, I was reminded of Europe circa July 1941. As Hitler swept through Russia, suddenly a Spain, a Sweden, a Turkey, a Romania, a Hungary, etc. as both Axis allies and as neutrals, all in varying ways were horse-trading with Nazi Germany for various trade deals, land grabs, and general profiteering. That the Wehrmacht slaughtered Jews by the thousands the day it entered Russia, mattered not at all; the Nazis looked like winners and it was time to cut deals. By 1944/5, the opposite was true: neutrals and formal allies were bailing and claiming they had been coerced, duped, had no choices, and were now our friends if not allies, after all. Take away oil, and Ahmadinejad and Gaddafi would be written off as two-bit psychopaths that no legitimate body would let in the service entrance.
Bullying the Open Thread - Atlas Shrugs
Bullying the Open Thread - Atlas Shrugs
Bob Dylan nee Zimmerman :)
Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man,
His enemies say he's on their land.
They got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
He's criticized and condemned for being alive.
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin,
He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
He's wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
He's always on trial for just being born.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
He's the neighborhood bully.
He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Every empire that's enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no one's command.
He's the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health.
He's the neighborhood bully.
What's anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin', they say.
He just likes to cause war.
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed,
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed.
He's the neighborhood bully.
What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
Running out the clock, time standing still,
Neighborhood bully.
Emigre with a Digital Cluebat
Emigre with a Digital Cluebat
Quote of the Day
"An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself... A murderer is less to fear." --Marcus Tullius Cicero
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Mostly Cajun, All American and Opinionated � Joe Wilson
Mostly Cajun, All American and Opinionated � Joe Wilson
Yeah, THAT Joe Wilson, the one who called Obama a liar. Even the republican “leadership” was shocked.
Kind of speaks volumes about republican “leaders”.
What about “decorum”? Who was talking about decorum a few years back when the story about the kiting of checks from the congressional post office? Or when Barney Frank’s weiner du jour was running a gay prostitution ring out of their joint (heh) apartment? Or when the besainted Teddy Kennedy and Chris Dodd made the waitress sandwich? To ascribe ANY amount of “decorum” to congress is akin to gift-wrapping a bag of dogshit.
Our Imperial Congress, both sides, regularly meets and acts like they’re playing games. They have quaint little rules and traditions that they wrap themselves in to differentiate themselves from us hoi polloi. And at the end of the day, they go away, having put forth changes that affect MY daily life.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Francis W. Porretto - Eternity Road
Francis W. Porretto - Eternity Road: "THE STRANGER within my gate,
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk --
I cannot feel his mind.
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
But not the soul behind."
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk --
I cannot feel his mind.
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
But not the soul behind."
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