Well I Never

Jon Voight: anti-Obama column writer. Man, I never in a million years expected to read something like this from him:

Sen. Barack Obama has grown up with the teaching of very angry, militant white and black people: the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, Louis Farrakhan, William Ayers and Rev. Michael Pfleger. We cannot say we are not affected by teachers who are militant and angry. We know too well that we become like them, and Mr. Obama will run this country in their mindset.

The Democratic Party, in its quest for power, has managed a propaganda campaign with subliminal messages, creating a God-like figure in a man who falls short in every way. It seems to me that if Mr. Obama wins the presidential election, then Messrs. Farrakhan, Wright, Ayers and Pfleger will gain power for their need to demoralize this country and help create a socialist America.

The Democrats have targeted young people, knowing how easy it is to bring forth whatever is needed to program their minds. I know this process well. I was caught up in the hysteria during the Vietnam era, which was brought about through Marxist propaganda underlying the so-called peace movement. The radicals of that era were successful in giving the communists power to bring forth the killing fields and slaughter 2.5 million people in Cambodia and South Vietnam. Did they stop the war, or did they bring the war to those innocent people? In the end, they turned their backs on all the horror and suffering they helped create and walked away.

I agree, I just never thought I'd hear it from this guy. Go figure. Link from Ace.

The Horror

If you've eaten recently, you may not want to expose your central nervous system to this, or this. I tried to warn you.

Delightfully Violent

Cool video below:



From here, which I found because I was looking for Clancy T. Bachleratt and Jackie Snad's album, featured in this video:

Spaceships, Toddlers, Model T. Cars & Jars of Beer

While You Enjoy Your Air Conditioned Home

I hadn't heard much about the big fight in Afghanistan that killed nine US Airborne warriors, but here's the Stars and Stripes story about it. Amazing story:

When the attack began, Stafford grabbed his M-240 machine gun off a north-facing sandbag wall and moved it to an east-facing sandbag wall. Moments later, RPGs struck the north-facing wall, knocking Stafford out of the fighting position and wounding another soldier.

Stafford thought he was on fire so he rolled around, regaining his senses. Nearby, Cpl. Gunnar Zwilling, who later died in the fight, had a stunned look on his face.

Immediately, a grenade exploded by Stafford, blowing him down to a lower terrace at the observation post and knocking his helmet off. Stafford put his helmet back on and noticed how badly he was bleeding.

Cpl. Matthew Phillips was close by, so Stafford called to him for help. Phillips was preparing to throw a grenade and shot a look at Stafford that said, "Give me a second. I gotta go kill these guys first."

Why do I have to go all the way to Stars and Stripes to get this stuff? The only thing I had heard before this was the US body count, and how it meant we were losing the war again. This next part will be laughed about by the participant one day:

The insurgents then started chucking rocks at Gobble and Stafford’s fighting position, hoping that the soldiers might think the rocks were grenades, causing them to jump from the safety of their fighting hole. One rock hit a tree behind Stafford and landed directly between his legs. He braced himself for an explosion. He then realized it was a rock.

I would feel no shame in peeing my pants during that experience. Must be invigorating to not be blown to smithereens when you fully expect to do so.

Link from Ace.

Sweet Thing

Sabrina walks up to me while I'm laying on the couch after dinner, slaps my belly and says "You're fat, Daddy. Daddy, you're fat. You're fat, Dad." And so on. I know it will only encourage her to insult strangers, but that cracks me up like a Dennis Miller special on HBO. I can listen to it all day long. I'd like to apologize in advance to the next portly person we come across at the park or the pool.

You Decide

What's wackier: this story, or this video:



Came across the latter when I decided to see what would constitute one of the "gayest videos ever" on the Logo Channel. They weren't kidding. Frankly, I find it refreshing to hear the word "faggoty" in a song without it being a hateful rap reference. Not that I've actually heard it in that context, but I would have bet a considerable amount of money that it would sooner have come up there than here, where it's not just unashamed but exuberant. You go, um, girl.

Sure, it's almost superhumanly gay, but watch the whole thing. It's pretty catchy and inordinately hilarious.

More Ammunition

Another body blow to the anthropogenic global warming crowd over at Ace's. When you take your feelings out of the equation, the alarmist arguments don't hold up worth a damn.

First Lady of Angrytown

I don't know much about Barack Obama, and less about his wife. But this pretty well condenses what I have heard:

Consider the case of Michelle Obama. She was raised in a two-parent, middle-class family. She applied to one of America's top universities, Princeton, and was admitted. Of this experience, Michelle says on the stump, "All my life I have confronted people who had a certain expectation of me. Every step of the way, there has been people telling me what I couldn't do. When I applied to Princeton, they said: you can't go there, your test scores aren't high enough."

Which is all very moving, except that her test scores weren't high enough. Michelle Obama is part of the affirmative action generation of above-average but far-from-stellar performers who were granted preferential admission to America's most elite institutions.

Michelle notes that she graduated with honors in her major. Again, the problem is that her undergraduate thesis is on the web. You might expect that she wrote about Shakespeare's sonnets or the political evolution of W.E.B. Du Bois. Well, no. Essentially Michelle Obama wrote about the problems of being a black woman at an Ivy League university.

Here is a typical passage: "By actually working with the Black lower class or within their communities as a result of their ideologies, a separationist may better understand the desparation of their situation and feel more hopeless about a resolution as opposed to an integrationist who is ignorant to their plight."

Alas, the grammar is all wrong here. More than once, the tenses are garbled. People are ignorant "of" the plight of the lower class, not ignorant "to" their plight. And"desparation" should be spelled "desperation." To wreak so much havoc on the English language in one sentence, without conveying anything of substance, is perhaps deserving of a prize. Is this what her professors were thinking when they granted her honors?

I think Laura Bush may well be right when she defends Mrs. Obama's statement that she's only recently proud of her country (Mrs. Bush says she misspoke, and meant "more proud"), but the tone of her speeches is a bitter one. I don't understand that, considering her own fairly privileged life. D'Souza's best paragraph is this one:

One might expect that the reaction of someone who gets so many privileges to be grateful to a society that makes them possible. But no. Michelle Obama thinks that her very success is an example of white oppression. By a bizarre twist of logic, she converts "you're not good enough, but we'll take you anyway" into a message of "they said I wasn't good enough, but I proved them wrong."

Maybe it's a case of identifying with her husband's base, I don't know. I just know it comes across pretty nasty and ungrateful considering how well she's made out.

Sweet Little Monkey

My wonderful sister Genie took this one, seems likely to be at a park somewhere but I don't know which one. What a darling she is for taking it and emailing it over. Sabrina is just too photogenic for words, and I worship her.

Sweet Child O' Mine

I've been pretty mangled lately, my neck's been in a state of unpleasantness that is extraordinary even for me (I'm pretty used to being screwed up spinally and enduring it without much complaint, but this last month has been extra nasty), and my daughter has been very sweet about it. Today I was holding her hands as she bounced on an exercise ball, not supporting her weight but steadying her so she wouldn't fall, and she suddenly dropped to bounce on her bottom. I wasn't expecting it, and the sudden drop just killed my neck, upper back and head with a lightning bolt of death. I squealed "OW OW Ow ow ow ow ow" and dropped her as soon as she could safely land on her feet, and then I kind of went fetal and moaned for a while.

Sabrina immediately started patting my neck and upper back gently, and said "It's OK, Daddy, you're OK," very softly over and over again. She stayed with me for a long time, leaving for a minute to tell Mommy about Daddy's booboo, and then she came back to take care of me some more. I don't think I've ever been comforted by a child before, and certainly not my own child, so through the miserable pain I could only think of how proud I was of her, and how grateful I was to have her there. I don't know where she learned that, but I'm again struck by what an amazing little girl she's turning out to be.

Work It, Girl. And Boy, for That Matter

If I had been smarter, I would have found a way to be an EU Parliamentarian instead of working for a living. They really know how to get paid for doing nothing at all. Meanwhile, I'm in the office sweating from showing property outside in late June in Austin, with stabbing pain in my neck, upper back and face that won't go away no matter what I do. Silly me . . .

Wow

Amazing. Dirty naughty objectionable site, but an amazing play in a minor league baseball game. By the ball girl. Seriously, check it out.

Not that It Will Make a Difference

In the way people perceive Bush, that is. You can debunk the fantasy that the administration lied about Iraq to lead us to war all you want (I've been doing so since before the war started), but people will still believe what they want to believe.

Why Am I Not Surprised

What? Chris Matthews and Keith Olbermann are drooling over the late (and great, if you ask me) Tim Russert's Meet the Press gig? I'm shocked.

Happy Fun Movie

Boner alert indeed. I watched Ong Bak and loved it, love Tony Jaa's fighting style and while I couldn't tell you a thing about the plot or even if there was any dialogue at all, it was an amazing film if only for this scene. Now that's what I call a long tracking shot - seven minutes of solid bad guy beatings.

Good Stuff

This is inordinately dirty/profane/gross/icky and otherwise objectionable. I absolutely love it.



I tried to warn you, and you still looked. Don't blame me for your prurient interest. But wasn't it fantastic?

Oh for Christ's Sake

Can we believe in any sport any more? Steroids/HGH/whatever in everything, boxing's been a fixed, faked pile of BS for more than a decade, the Olympics are a bad and boring joke, horse racing is just creepy (the damn horses' legs aren't even fully formed until they're 4 years old, which is the moral equivalent of infants having head-butting contests), the Patriots cheated their way to a number of Super Bowls, and now this?

NBA basketball has bored me since the 1990s, and even then Jordan got away with all kinds of illegal crap and never got called on it. But refs deciding games is beyond the pale. The only thing I buy any more is MMA/UFC fighting. The bouts are rarely decided by the judges, and I've yet to see a sketchy decision. Maybe that's why gladiators were so popular in Rome: it's hard to throw a fight when it means you die.

Mahmoud, You Sexy Bitch

I actually like this song, not to mention finding it funny. Thank God for Samberg and his friends, they're often the only funny thing about SNL these days. Sorry about the ad at the beginning, it's short but I can't find another source for it but the NBC site.



In case this doesn't work, hit this link.

Deeply Unsurprising

Of course war coverage is down 92% since the surge started working. They're using the economy to whack Bush with now, and Scott McLellan.

Memorial Day Madness

What fun we had, and what a little angel the sometimes aggressive Will (or is it Bill nowadays?) was almost the whole time. I hope they can be friends, these two cousins, and when they're left alone they almost always get along. Then the parents show up and they fight. Why is that?

This Will Never Happen

Al Gore will never debate anyone about global warming, much less the president of Czechoslovakia. And that's a real shame.

Link from Skinny Bean aka Timmler.

Yuck

I can't remember when I've been so repelled by a human being:

On Sept. 11, Wurtzel, who usually gets up at the crack of noon, was asleep when her mother called to say a plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. “My main thought was: What a pain in the ass.”

Her apartment was at ground zero, on Greenwich Street, south of Chambers. She could see the twin towers from her window. Or she could have, if she had bothered to get out of bed.

Then the second plane hit, and more people called. Wurtzel finally hauled herself up in time to watch one tower collapse. “I had not the slightest emotional reaction,” she recalls. “I thought: ‘This is a really strange art project.’ ”

Wurtzel takes a tiny bite of monkfish and ponders the worst terrorist attack in New York’s history. “It was a most amazing sight in terms of sheer elegance. It fell like water. It just slid, like a turtleneck going over someone’s head.”

She takes another bite of monkfish. “It was just beautiful. You can’t tell people this. I’m talking to you because you’re Canadian.”

Then her windows blew in. Airplane chunks landed on her roof. Wurtzel crawled into the basement and was later removed from the building. To this day, she can’t understand why everyone else was so upset. “I just felt, like, everyone was overreacting. People were going on about it. That part really annoyed me.”

Wurtzel became hysterical only when she realized she wouldn’t be allowed back to fetch her cat.

Disgusting. I apparently missed this when it happened, she's noteworthy today for her lame and lamebrained attempt to defend Obama's friendship with Weather Underground dickwads Bill Ayers and Bernardine Dohrn. Die in a fire, lady.

I Should Be Ashamed of Myself

But I'm not.

Breathtaking

I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. Picture by one of the other Mommies in Sabrina's Mommy's Day Out group.

I Want One

Geekologie posted this Youtube video today, and I'm stealing it from them:



I'd pay $30 for that.