Google searches

I'm always disappointed by google searches leading to my blog. They all seem to be about Natalee Holloway (I posted about her in August 2005).

Johnny Virgil is getting all the good ones. A sample:

Good size for a ho train platform -- Another tough one. My feeling is that you're going to need a pretty big platform if you're going to start up a working ho train. I would suggest something at least three times the normal platform size and comfortably soft, since people will most likely be lying down rather than standing up. I would also suggest something that is easily hosed off. I am leaning towards vinyl padding, but I'll let you know which way I go once the project comes together and I make my first cross country run. You'll be able to get pre-sale tickets and investment information at www.hotrain.com when I finally get it up.

JV is really good. I always enjoy his site.

Princeton gets largest gift ever

Newsmax reports:

Peter Lewis, chairman of auto insurer Progressive Corp. and a major backer of Democratic causes, has pledged $101 million to Princeton University - the largest single gift in the school's history.

When I read stuff like this my mind wanders to irrelevant topics, like:

Why do rich guys always donate some strange sum, like $87 billion and 35 cents? How do they calculate that? A jerk like me would give in multiples of ten. Like I would not donate $9.97 to my alma mater, I always spring for $10.

Why 101 million? Why not an even 100, or even 99 million? Is it because the previously largest gift was 100 million, and Lewis wants to top that? Or did his accountants decide that 101 million was the exact amount Lewis had to give in order to reduce his total tax liability to $387.21?

These are subtle matters, which require deep thought.

The sweetheart of Hamas

Mark Steyn describes a typical member of the Hamas government:
... I'd like to believe this was a vote for getting rid of corruption rather than getting rid of Jews. But that's hard to square with some of the newly elected legislators. For example,

Mariam Farahat, a mother of three, was elected in Gaza. She used to be a mother of six but three of her sons self-detonated on suicide missions against Israel. She's a household name to Palestinians, known as Um Nidal -- Mother of the Struggle -- and, at the rate she's getting through her kids, the Struggle's all she'll be Mother of. She's famous for a Hamas recruitment video in which she shows her 17-year-old son how to kill Israelis and then tells him not to come back. It's the Hamas version of 42nd Street: You're going out there a youngster but you've got to come back in small pieces.

It may be that she stood for parliament because she's got a yen to be junior transport minister or deputy secretary of fisheries.

Jewish mothers want grandchildren. Hamas mothers want martyrs.

Really special gifts

Need a gift idea?

I needed a few small gifts for some people I acknowledge, and I was panicking. What to do? The gifts had to be exotic (but cheap) and small (yet enchanting). They had to be exquisite, but economical. Voguish, but bargain basement. So I bought some fancy boxes from Fancy Boxes Et Cetera and I filled them with Raisinets. Then I printed out some gold decals that said:

“Here at Piffen Kruk, we start with the finest natural Pif from the ancient Krukken Flyyen forest of Jaffjkkok. We remove the Kruk Flut by hand and roast the Pif kernels to perfection. Then we swirl the freshly roasted Pif into a bed of sweet dark goat whey, creating the perfect blend of creamy, viscous Piffen Kruk that generations of Jaffjkkokers have grown to rather care for.”


So far, the response to my gifts has been outstanding, and in return I have received three job offers, two marriage proposals, and a black aluminum double-matted Successories print depicting a golf course at dawn. “EXCELLENCE IS NEVER AN ACCID-,” it declares. The rest of the quotation seems to have been scratched off or damaged in transit, but it’s the thought that counts.

NPR has great coming attractions

Yes, I've been listening to NPR in the car. The lack of a classical music station drove me to it. And NPR has some great programs. The only problem is that none of them are playing when I am actually listening to the station. A typical announcement:

Victor Davis Hansen and James Carville will debate whether the President is a scumbag. Don't forget to listen to this show, Saturday night at 12 am. The second coming of Jesus Christ, covered live on All Things Considered, at 6 am, should be interesting and provocative. Coming right up, after the news, how to cut your cat's toenails.

Old lady tells off insensitive jerk

From always right, an e-mail:
There were protesters on the train platform handing out pamphlets on the evils of America. I politely declined to take one.

An elderly woman was behind me getting off the escalator and a young (twentyish) female protester offered her a pamphlet, which she politely declined. The young protester put her hand on the old woman's shoulder as a gesture of friendship and in a very soft voice said, "Lady, don't you care about the children of Iraq?"

The old woman looked up at her and said, "Honey, my father died in France during World War II, I lost my husband in Korea, and a son in Vietnam. All three died so you could have the right to stand here and bad mouth our country. If you touch me again, I'll stick this umbrella up your ass and open it!"


Let's hear if for grandmas! We are invincible!

What's the difference between Hamas and Fatah?

Nothing to get your panties in a bunch. They are both assemblies of thugs and murderers. Better to compare the fine points between Hitler and Goebbels. None of these differences should matter to us Jews.

Both have founding documents which call for the elimination of Israel. Clinton played a game of Let's Pretend with Arafat, trying to win a peaceful solution and a Nobel prize, and was completely snookered. Arafat made a monkey out of him. Hamas is the same old, same old with a religous twist.

One group want to kill Jews because they are pigs and dogs, and the other wants to kill us for Allah. The operative word is "kill."

We'd be just as dead either way.

Hillary's chances?

Voters don't seem to like Hillary.

But I wouldn't take too much solace from these polls, if I were an anti-Hillary person. It depends who she's running against. You can't beat somebody with nobody. Never underestimate the stupidity of Republicans. Bill Clinton might have been beaten for a second term if the Repubs hadn't put up Bob (it's my turn) Dole, Senate hack and Viagra shill.

H is a good campaigner, and better than most Demos on the war. I can envision a scenario where a vote for Hillary would be the wisest choice. There are some awfully dumb Republicans out there.

It's none too early to get ready to blog naked

Naked bloggers day is coming soon.

Well, to those of us who need time to get in shape, it's pretty soon.

How to get ready:

Start working out three times a week;

Walk the dog (or a houseplant, peferably a portable one) for 20 minutes five times a week.

Get a nice big towel to protect against drafts.

You have nothing to lose but your flab!

There's a hole in Al Gore's tin hat...

and transmissions from aliens are coming through, loud and clear:

Former U.S. vice-president Al Gore has accused the oil industry of financially backing the Tories and their "ultra-conservative leader" to protect its stake in Alberta's lucrative oilsands.

And we benighted Americans thought the Canadians were capable of running their own affairs. Just like the Palestinians.

Hat tip to Don Surber.

metamorphing

Last week I was a slithering reptile--all of a sudden I'm a flappy bird. This is an awful thing to endure. No-one understands that the process of metamorphosis is extremely upsetting to the system. It's hard on a worm to change shape--no less a human being. Pains in the chest, muscle spasms, and a slight feeling of nausea accompany these changes, and I don't know how long I can endure it. I have a delicate constitution.

Just a suggestion--how about making me a large mammal, and leaving me there?

Some poets whose names sound familiar--sort of

Maybe you've heard of them?

AS jobs program for Mexico

The Mexican government is distributing road maps for illegal immigrants.

Old age in literature

You can figure out an author's age by his descriptions of his characters:

Though over thirty, she still retained some remnants of beauty.

She was thirty-nine, but remarkably well-preserved.

A kind, grandfatherly old guy, around fifty, offered me a drink.

At forty-five, most of his life was behind him. Old age and the grave beckoned.

Let's all get together and buy this twit...

a one-way ticket to Cuba.

Let's be friends

Trouserquandreveals information on conciliatory overtures by the terrorists:

In a Video released to the Al-Jolsona TV network yesterday, Wheelie Bin-Liner, the self-proclaimed 'leader' of the so-called 'terrorist network' Al-kohliks directly addressed the American president, proclaiming 'You're my best mate, you are.' In a grainy, poor-quality video that often slipped in and out of focus, the Al-kohlik mastermind, further added 'Listen we both had a few, you know, some things were said, a few things got out of hand and a few things happened which we all regret now. So, how about it then?'

When finally coaxed out from under the Oval Office desk after receiving assurances that 'the naughty man had all gone away now', the US president said, 'Let him come and try, if he thinks he's hard enough', while the Secretary of State pulled him back by the arm saying, 'Leave it, G.W., he's not worth it!'

Ann Coulter posters?

Ann Coulter is the Maureen Dowd of the right--only uglier.

Positive thinking

Someone has sent my husband a subscription to a magazine called Positive Thinking (it came with a bill, so it is not a gift). The idea of my husband inhabiting the same universe as Positive Thinking is hilarious to anyone who knows him. You could say he has a Tragic View of Life. Lugubriousness is Him. If a light bulb burns out, he thinks it is the end of electricity as we know it. One drop of rain is enough to rain on his parade. List all the cliches about doom and gloom and woe is me, triple them, and you have his outlook on life. Life's a bitch and then you die more or less sums it up.

I, however, am willing to give Positive Thinking a shot, especially since it is sitting on the coffee table and I have nothing else to read. It is full of helpful hints and cheery advice. One particularly helpful hint:

...[W]alking your dog for 20 minutes five times a week helps you lose more weight than the leading diet plans.

Wow! Sounds good. I am always willing to utilize Positive Thinking to improve my daily life. Unfortunately, I don't have a dog.

Suppose I took a houseplant for a walk? Would that work?

More libraries

Of all the libraries in the world, The British Library is the best.

But I must admit, Trinity College, Dublin, has the Book of Kells, which is also kind of nice.

This just in...

Republican dentists have been inserting radio transmitters inot the teeth of prominent Democrats. If you don't believe me, click this link.

Solving the Iran problem

What to do about Iran:

Victor Davis Hanson sees four options in dealing with the increasing threat of a (crazy) nuclear Iran. Ignore and hope it just goes away; increase the international condemnation; allow Israel to take care of it; or take care of the problem ourselves with a few weeks of strategic bombing.

What I would like to see, right now, is for liberals to start stating exactly how they think we should solve this problem [of Iran]. Too often, they remain silent and then criticize whatever is attempted. The fourth option might be the best one, yet I can already imagine the howls of protest, and front pages filled with images of injured ba
ies.

Couldn't we just arrange for Ted Kennedy to take Ahmadinejad for a little ride? Perhaps around Cape Cod, somewhere. Yeah, that might work.

African leaders need 4.5 cars each

From the Telegraph:

How many cars does it take to drive 53 African Presidents around town? The answer, revealed in Sudan’s official press, is an extraordinary 1,244.

This vast convoy has been set aside for the African Union summit in Khartoum which kicks off in earnest with the arrival of the cavalcade of Big Men on Monday.

The city is already echoing to the wail of sirens and the screech of motorcades. The cost of ferrying around the portly, arrogant and pompous leaders of the world’s most impoverished continent must be astronomical.

Of the 1,244 cars, 237 are reserved for the presidents themselves – so they have 4.5 gleaming black limousines each. Another 669 have been set aside for their assortment of flunkies and no less than 338 are being held in reserve – because you never know when you might need another car if you have a mere 4.5 at your personal disposal.

All this is revealed with an air of triumph in "Sudan Vision", a risible official daily capable of carrying headlines like "Africa Chockfull of Amusing Cultures". Such a colossal waste of resources is an absolute scandal.

From the comments:

What sickens me about this is that these luxury vehicles, particularly in the case of countries such as Swaziland and Zimbabwe, are funded by international aid money which should be going towards feeding the starving and providing drugs for the sick. The reality is that evil and despotic leaders are fattening themselves and their bank accounts whilst their people are dying by the thousands.
Posted by Mike Preston on January 21, 2006 11:34 PM

You, too, can be a millionaire

From Teahouse Blossom, some tips:

I've been reading a lot of financial books lately....


"The Cappuccino Factor - stop buying coffee in the morning and you'll save $10 million by age 30!!"

"If you bring your lunch to work every day, and invest it in a stock that has an annual yield of 48%, in 10 years you'll have $500 million for your retirement!"

"All you have to do is put your change in a jar at the end of each day. Doing that, you'll have $1 million by the time you turn 65, assuming a savings account with a 64% interest rate!"

Unfortunately, Teahouse is unable to abandon her profligate, spendthrift ways:

These books have me convinced that saving every penny possible can have a huge financial impact on my life 50 years from now....

In the meantime, I haven't gotten around to buying any 2 cent stamps for the postal rate increase...
I still have some 3-cent stamps from the previous postage rate increase, a couple of years ago. I've been using those to make up the extra rate.

So technically, I'm overpaying each letter I send by 1 penny.

According to the people who write these financial books, as a result of sending out 10 letters last week, I've already screwed myself out of approximately $486,254.58 in retirement funds.

I might as well start stocking up on the dog food now.

Remember real Democrats?

Like FDR?
Or Harry Truman?
Or maybe Henry Jackson?

People who wanted to promote democracy and were willing to fight for it?

For instance, John F Kennedy?--who was actually the brother of that bag of guts, Ted?

He actually said:

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.

Comparative literature

Vote early and often, Canadian division

Elevator chitchat

Don't do these things to a library book

or a librarian will kill you.

Just remember: We know where you live!!!

Mixing up the metaphors

Creative misuse of language. A sample:
There are a lot of drawbacks, some good, some bad.


These are too good to be true; fake, but accurate.

The sex life of a shopping cart (aka shopping trolley)

This is how they reproduce, as reported by trouser quandary:

After mating with other trolleys using the lock and chain arrangement, a shopping trolley will wander off down a supermarket aisle on its own, acquiring the necessary shopping needed for the next stage of the breeding cycle. When the trolley feels it has enough shopping, it will just stop in the centre of the aisle and will remain there seemingly unattended and abandoned, but in reality it is a kind of pupae stage.

A few days later, the trolley and its shopping will seem to have disappeared. In its place will be a small herd of shopping baskets

For a learned and scholarly explanation of these phenomena, read the whole thing.

Libraries I have known and loved

Our local library is the Brandywine Hundred Library:. Built in 2004, it has the look of those Catholic Churches built in the '70s--you know it's a public building, but you don't know what it is. A post office? Too big. Corporate headquarters? Too small. It could be a school--wait, there's a sign outside proclaiming it as a public library.

I'm not saying it isn't a good library. All libraries are good, if only because they employ librarians, who would otherwise turn to anti-social and perhaps criminal activities. No, truly, there is no such thing as a bad library, although some are better than others.

But it does not aspire to grandeur. Now the Wilmington Library, in downtown Wilmington, does, or did when it was built. In those days, learning and culture were taken very seriously indeed.

From its history:

During the early 20th Century... Pierre S. du Pont spearheaded a campaign to provide a larger building and improved services. Mr. du Pont donated the property for the current building, chaired the art committee which supervised the architectural development of the building and chaired the campaign to raise funds for the new building. He was instrumental in attracting the support of public funds and also $300,000 from 3,000 individuals for the completion of the new Library. The Library was dedicated in 1922 and remained physically unchanged until 1970 when the interior was extensively renovated. Pierre du Pont's influence and leadership within the Board of Managers has long been perpetuated by subsequent Boards. The du Pont family's interest in the educational and cultural welfare of the community is well known.

And what a building. It could never be taken as anything but a library. It celebrates being a library in stone and concrete. The carvings on the exterior of the building proudly proclaim it as a beacon of knowledge. The circulation desk is surrounded by a frieze which was cast from the original Elgin marbles.
Truly an unexpected sight.

I tried to use my Brandywine Hundred library card at the downtown library, but was told that it was not part of the New Castle County system. The county system has its own database, the city has its database, and neither talks to the other. What a waste of resources! Both of them could learn a thing or two from New Jersey, most particularly from Robert White, Director of the Bergen County Library System, BCCLS, known to one and all as Buckles.

Nickie Goomba closes his blog

He will be missed.

A jobs program for pedophiles

From the telegraph:

Amazingly,... ministers have cleared an unknown number of men with a tendency to paedophilia to work in schools. The Government is evidently unable to understand that protecting children is incompatible with leaving them with paedophiles.

No intelligible rationale for this bizarre policy has come from the Government. The Education Secretary, Ruth Kelly, has merely said the whole issue should be "looked at seriously", and promised a new law amalgamating the various lists that identify those guilty of offences against children.

How has the Government managed to get itself into the position where it cannot recognise that protecting children is incompatible with exposing them to men known to harbour the desire to have sex with them? On behalf of the Government, it has been claimed that the European Convention on Human Rights has tied the Government's hands. That Convention, it is alleged, stipulates that no one can be deprived of "the right to work" without a fair hearing - which means that even paedophiles have to be individually assessed for their suitability to work with children, and must have a real chance of being cleared to do so.

After all, pedophiles have rights, too. Not giving them jobs teaching kids might hurt their feelings.

The sock drawer theory

Left behind child passes on a tip from a writing teacher:

[M]y writing instructor ... said that you should take whatever you write and put it in your sock drawer, and then later, much later, read it again. If you can stomach it, then start editing, cause you got it to good....
She didn't say what to do if the writing merely smelled of fabric softener after its month-long exile.

How about putting it in with your dirty socks? It won't smell of fabric softener, anyway.

The joy of humdrum sex

Can people enjoy sex after marriage?

Usually it is the thought of all the work getting ready for sex that puts me off. You know, are my legs shaved (chances are they are not)? Have I “freshened” up? Are the hedges trimmed and pruned? And then the actual sex. The sex part is way cool, but the getting up to that part seems too time consuming and overwhelming sometimes. Not overwhelming, but you know what I mean. Like, ok can’t we just go straight to orgasm because I have laundry to do, I would like to watch a little boob tube and I need to get up early for work tomorrow.

Full frontal teen-age lesbian sex orgy

Coming to a theater near you.

James Frey--criminal or liar?

The smoking gun has published an expose of the rather shabby lies of James Frey, author of "A Million Little Pieces." Frey doesn't even bother to deny his exaggerations, which mostly concern his boasts to being a big, bad criminal.

None of this matters except the book has been taken up by Oprah Winfrey, making Frey the equivelant of a literary rock star, and incidentally a millionaire.

I read and enjoyed "Million." Its raw power captivated me and swept me away, suspending incredulity. Frey can certainly write, when he wants to, and "Million" is a tour de force.

But his new book, "My Friend Leonard," casts doubt about its predecessor. I can believe six impossible things before breakfast, but I cannot believe in Leonard, as he is presented in the book; half racketeer, half saint, and 100 percent fairy godfather. Leonard has quasi-adopted young James, addressing him as "My Son," and granting his every wish. Need $30,000? Just ask Leonard. Want to get out of jail free? Leonard is your man. All difficulties are swept aside when Leonard is on the case.

"Friend" is a lame book. It outlines the career of James after leaving the rehab, with good old Leonard showing up once in a while to take James and all his friends out for a magnificent dinner, described in exhaustive detail. Almost every dinner is the same, featuring steak and creamed spinach mostly, and one wonders why these meals have to be cataloged so meticulously. Coudl it be that the author is just filling up space, padding his book to make it longer? Hmmm.

"Friend" is improbable from the get-go. Frey describes the prison he is sent to as a place for "violent and felonious offenders" who were always watched over by five to seven deputies." This hardly seemed possible to me--a three-month sentence to a prison for the highly dangerous? No way!

In hindsight, much of the material in "Million" is similarly incredible; the crack whore/saint Lilly, who reminds me of one of Dickens' soppier heroines; the incident where James leaves the rehab to rescue Lilly from a crack house and is re-admitted; Frey having several root canals without sedation; Frey being given a coat by a kindly bus driver; the crook Leonard conspiring with a judge to get James' sentence reduced. Take your pick.

I have to say I bought the whole package and now I feel swindled. But Frey joins a long list of serial liars who have penned memoirs, Lorenzo Carcatella and Frank McCourt among them. Their lack of veracity in no way deters their fans, who want to believe every word.

Speaking up for a persecuted minority

I mean the US Postal Service.

I've heard a lot of people complaining about the post office generally, and specifically about the rise in rates and the lack of 2 cent stamps. But I think the postal service is getting a bum rap. How far would you carry a letter for 39 cents?

Postal employees are trying to get rid of their negative image. Our mailman is friendly and courteous, and the people in my local post office are pleasant and helpful, but that's anecdotal evidence. Everyone has a horror story of lost mail, packages not delivered on time, and rude behavior or indifference. However, the postal service carries billions of items, 99.8 percent of which get to their destination in a timely manner.

As for the expression "going postal"; perhaps, in the light of recent events, "going high school" would better desribe someone going berserk.

Back in the '80s, it was different. The town with the library where I worked had a post office with a postmistress called Mrs. Van Hassel. Truly. We were the only library I've ever heard of which was not allowed to send packages library rate. Mrs VH insisted that library rate was only for packages sent to the library. The building was suffused in gloom, and the employees were hiding behind their cages, looking morose when you got their attention.

So kiss your mail carrier and give him a nice tip at Christmas.

Cold too hot

From Mrk Steyn::

...[T]he problem for the Kyoto cultists is that the end of the world's nighness is never quite as nigh as you'd like. Thirty years ago, Lowell Ponte had a huge bestseller called The Cooling: Has the new ice age already begun? Can we survive?

Answer: No, it hasn't. Yes, we can. So, when the new ice age predicted in the '70s failed to emerge, the eco-crowd moved on in the '80s to global warming, and then more recently to claiming as evidence of global warming every conceivable meteorological phenomenon: lack of global warmth is evidence of global warming; frost, ice, snow, glaciers, they're all signs of global warming, too. If you live in England, where it's 12C and partly cloudy all summer and 11.5C and overcast all winter, that dramatic climate change is also evidence of global warming.

News you can use

Good fences

make good neighbors.

Ignorant hillbillies?

Rachel has a good post about the contempt with which the dead miners are treated in some quarters.

I happen to have met lots of people from West Virginia who were clients of my mother, the lawyer. My uncle claimed they had a pipeline directly from West Virginia to her office. They had left West Virginia and its mines for the attractions of factory work in Columbus, Ohio. They often had troubles which required a lawyer, and that's where my mother came in.

They were mainly unlettered people but they were friendly and generous. We often visited their homes and were treated with great hospitality. When my mother's car was in the shop for an extended period, one of these "hillbillies" would drive her in his truck wherever she wanted to go. They visited her when she was ill and brought home-baked cakes. Some were jerks, but some of every group are jerks, not omitting the editorial writers of the Amsterdam News. All of Fred Phelps' group are jerks.

I really resent it when they are considered "unpersons," ignorant rubes unworthy of respect. Black people and Jews like myself who have suffered prejudice know better. They should be ashamed of themselves.

Note: West Virginia became a state when it seceded from Virginia during the Civil War.

Another note: If it weren't for coal miners, some of us would be mighty cold.

Here comes the judge

Vermont judge sentences rapist to six months.

An Oklahoma judge has a good time at work.

Senile judge likens Bush to Mussolini.

The British opposition leader

believe that the most pressing problem in Britain today is... chocolate.

Thanks to junkscience for the heads-up.

Does the mustard go on the meat...

or on the bread? My husband insists that you should apply mustard (or mayonnaise, or ketchup) to the meat in a sandwich. Never, never spread it on the bread. It doesn't taste right that way, according to him. It's okay to open a sandwich, put mustard on the meat, and then slap the bread directly on top. That tastes okay.

Also, the door to his (and my) bedroom must be closed at all times. Even if there is no-one else in the house but me and him. Even if there's no-one in the house but him.

Furthermore, you cannot open a window near his head as it causes him to get an earache. And shouting out of an open window to someone in the street simply isn't done by civilized people.

Luckily, I long since stopped paying attention to any of this, but our children think it is beyond weird. Especially the mustard.

Dear President Bush:

I understand that the war in Iraq is about oil. All the best people and the most prestigious newspapers say so, so how could it not be true? I want you to know that I'm totally okay with that.

What I want to know is, where is this oil? I have to pay $2.25 for gas while Iraqis pay about 64 cents. I would prefer it if I got gas for 64 cents and the Iraqis paid $2.25. So, where's this oil, Mr. President? I never got my shipment.

I bet the money all went to Halliburton. And Ken Lay.

The care and feeding

of moonbats, if you must have them:

The most important staple of any moonbat's diet,... is Kool-Aid --- and lots of it! Lacking self-control, they will usually drink all the Kool-Aid they can find, so it is wise to ration it to keep them from overdosing. A pitcher or two a day should suffice, and alternating flavors for the sake of variety is always a nice gesture.

My computer is back

The computer guy took my computer away to fix it. It was gone for 48 hours and I felt as if someone had taken my eyeball somewhere for a while.

I realized what an incredible amount of time I waste on the computer, specifically Al Gore's little invention, the Internet. I check my bank account constantly, not that the account is going anywhere, or that any new events have occurred, like the Publisher's clearning House electronically transferring a million dollars to my account.

During that traumatic 48 hours, I washed the kitchen floor, put my laundry away, and cleaned my office. I even filed. I hung up all the clothes that someone had piled on the bed. I hated every minute of it.

Kate O'beirne disses feminists

My favorite quote:

I have long thought that if high-school boys had invited homely girls to the prom we might have been spared the feminist movement. We live with the destructive feminist agenda

From right wing sparkle.

Another demo from the "religion of peace" gang

From Two Dogs:

The "Religion of Peace" Strikes Again!
Blood-thirsty Islamic savages detonated a bomb in a crowded market in Indonesia this morning. Eight were killed and forty-five were wounded by nails and ball-bearings from the bomb. There were no Muslims in the market because they sell pork there.

It gets even better. The article goes on to say that "Despite a peace deal, Islamic militants have continued a campaign of bombings, shootings and other attacks on Christians, including market blasts in May that killed 20 people and the beheadings of three Christian schoolgirls in October. No one has been charged in those attacks."

Sounds like that "Peace Deal" is only being observed by one side. At some point in the very near future, sane people will come to the conclusion that there are no "peaceful" Muslims. There is no telling what will happen then.

The idiots who think Christians are being discriminated against because no-one sings Christmas songs in school any more and salesclerks say "Happy Holidays" aught to relax. No-one is killing them because they ate a pork chop.

Here come the other five:

6. Having lived in New Jersey for so many years, I have to include our ex-governor, the "gay American" who hired his sweetie to be Homeland Security Director without inquiring whether the man was a US citizen. Good job, Jim.

7. Since I come from Ohio, it would be remiss to neglect Bob Taft, the first of an old and illustrious political family to publicly disgrace the family name and put the Ohio Republican Party in the dumper.

8. Barbra Streisand: She can't even spell her name right. That doesn't stop her from voicing her opinions, though. Nothing could, short of a bullet to the brain.

9. Sean Penn, last seen sinking his own boat.

10. I was going to mention Janeane Garafolo, but I think honors should go to the entire Air America team.

Honorable mention to: Al Gore; Chuck Hegel; Dick Durbin. Ray Nagin; Kathleen Blanco; Maureen Dowd. They all made a valiant effort to make asses of themselves.

Truly an embarrassment of riches.