Thank a Veteran

If you do not feel you owe a debt of gratitude to veterans of our military who served with honor protecting your liberties, I just don’t want to know you.
 
Lashed by the not-so-thinly-disguised disdain of the Loony Left Moonbat Brigade and the Mass Media Podpeople’s Army, scorned by the Great Unwashed of Academia, our military personnel serve the primary legitimate function of government: protection of its citizens from outlaws and outlaw regimes which would seek to harm us.
 
For that alone—quite apart from the hardships they may endure in service—they deserve our gratitude, respect and clear and unequivocal expressions of thanks.
 
So, to all who have honorably served or are honorably serving in our country’s military, Thank You. And to the families of those who have given their lives so that we may breathe free, no thanks is great enough, no honor is higher than the one bought and paid for by your sacrifice.
 
God bless you one and all.
 
We now return to our regular programming of snark aimed primarily at those in the Loony Left Moonbat Brigade and the Mass Media Podpeople’s Army—you know: those who just won’t “get” the point of this post. Not because they can’t but because they choose not to.

Moi?

So, I’m griping about socks…
 
“I know I put a pair of these in the wash! Now I have one white sock of one kind and one of another,  They’re different shapes, sizes and thicknesses.  Arrggghhh! I’ll be walking around unbalanced!”
 
And Wonder Woman gives me The Lookâ„¢ that says, “So? This is news?” (aieee! My eyes! My eyes!)
 
What?!? Moi “unbalanced”?  Surely you jest!
 
heh

More assaults on truth from the ACLU

From Whizbang!–
 
More deceit from the ACLU, via Whizbang!:
 
The ACLU released a FBI memo that contains a prisoners report of a Guantanamo guard flushing a Koran.

WASHINGTON (Reuters) – An FBI agent wrote in a 2002 document made public on Wednesday that a detainee held at the U.S. naval base at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, had accused American jailers there of flushing the Koran down a toilet.

 
The Pentagon said the allegation was not credible.
 
…The newly released document, dated Aug. 1, 2002, contained a summary of statements made days earlier by a detainee, whose name was redacted, in two interviews with an FBI special agent, whose name also was withheld, at the Guantanamo prison for foreign terrorism suspects.
 

The American Civil Liberties Union released the memo and other FBI documents it obtained from the government under court order through the Freedom of Information Act.

I’ve seen various sites claim that Newsweek is vindicated, nothing could be further from the truth.–Whizbang!
 
Note, in other accounts, that the detainee who initially made the claim has recanted. Well, of course.  Consider the spin-source—ACLU: Any Criminal Lie Used.  See the rest at Whizbang!
 
Crossposted at America’s Third World County/Protest the ACLU

Carnival of the Recipes is up at Fresh as a Daisy

I’ve been looking forward to this one.  A couple of recipes I’ve wanted to see hit the blogosphere’s premier food lovers’ group are in this one…
 
Check it out over at Fresh as a Daisy.
 
My own offering, a CCCCCC recipe (just go; it’s goooooood), a great flank steak recipe, and—oh, just go!  There’s just too much good stuff to stick around here (unless you wanna pick up my Mocking Wussie Waldorf Salads Salad recipe before you leave.  🙂

For those who are confused about ID

That’s “Intelligent Design”
 
Every now and then I run across another wannabe enrollee in the Darwinist Seminary who insists that Intelligent Design scientific theorists are “loony right-wing illiterate wacko creationists.”
 
Just goes to show you that the Darwinist religion is as peopled with sub-literate wackos as the Creationists are.
 
Via Jerry Pournelle, here’s one of the better popular explanations of Intelligent Design thinking I’ve seen: “Intelligent Decline, Revisited” by Mustafa Akyol.  A sample:
 

In a nutshell, Intelligent Design is the theory that argues life on Earth is the product of natural laws, chance and intelligence. Darwinism, on the other hand, accepts only the first two causes, because, according to materialist philosophy, intelligence does not exist unless it evolves over time from mindless matter.

 
There’s more, and it’s all easily accessible and calmly presented.
 
This post/link to the article noted at Whizbang!‘s weekly Carnival of the Trackbacks.  Check it out for some posts/articles/stories that may have slipped under your radar.  And while you’re there, check some of the other posts out, like “When squeegees are outlawed, only outlaws will have squeegees,” “Quote Of The Day – Lay Fatwa Edition,” and others.

A shameless plug…

…for someone else’s blog
 
Kris, of Anywhere But Here, has a very good “journal-type” blog with interesting posts and some newsy things as well.  And every now and then she pops in one of her out-of-the-way internet discoveries that are just pure fun.
 
Here’s one such post pointing to a comprehensive answer to that age-old question: Why did the chicken cross the road?
 
Check things out over at Kris’ place.  You might decide it’s one to blogroll.  I did.

My poly-compass…

You might have thought, reading some of my posts about schools, congresscritters, Islamic jihadists, etc., that I’m a right-wing extremist of some sort.
 
Nothing (except assuming me to be a flaming anarchist :-) could be further from the truth:
 

Not a surprise to folks who know me well, perhaps. I’m just about as centrist as can be. (Although I have some libertarian leanings the test did not ask particular questions to uncover. heh 🙂 
 
Take the test yourself and see where it marks your political compass.  As these things go, it seems to be better than most.
 
By contrast to my scores, Ted Kennedy would likely fit in the far, far upper left-hand corner (slotting in by his soul mate Joseph Stalin), George W. Bush would fit about midway in the upper right hand quadrant, close to Margaret Thatcher, and Jean Fraud sKerry would be wandering aimlessly around the upper left hand quadrant (with furtive and abortive forays into uncharted territory in the upper right hand quadrant), depending upon the latest wind—and accusing some Secret Service agent of pushing him around the compass.

Sympathy for the Devil

From the depths of my most charitable being I offer this sympathy card to the wounded Abu Musab al-Zarqawi…
 
 
To: Abu Musab al-Zarqawi
(I’ve addressed this to you in Malawi,
Cos I hear you’re running
From folks who’re gunning
For you, for a lark on safari.)
 
Your wounds may be sorely pressing,
And even, perhaps, quite distressing,
But I take hope in this,
You insufferable piss-
They’ve poisoned your surgical dressing.
 
So, as your wounds fill with puss,
We’ll charter a big Grehound bus
To haul in the tourists
(We need no jurists)
To jeer as you whine, moan and fuss.
 
Your passing will leave us distressed,
For really, in case you’ve not guessed,
We all think it fitter
You suffer long, bitter
Agonies; yes, that is best.
 
(Yeh, it’s doggerel. What? I’m going to spend time polishing actual poetry for that scabrous, mangy dog?)

A troubling sight…

Whoa, there, fellas! Let’s hold our horses!
 
The picture below might wrongly offend some folks.  Wrongly, because in order to take offense they’d have to be historical illiterates.
 
Let me backtrack a bit…
 
As often happens with me, several disparate thoughts crowded into the narrow space between my ears and began duking it out. One was the relatively recent (in blogosphere “years” 🙂 brouhaha over senate rules regarding filibusters.  Senator Robert C. Byrd waxed eloquent (well, as eloquent as that cracker—with my apologies to illiterate crackers everywhere for associating your ilk with that slimy _____ —ever gets) about senate traditions and respect for minority positions, yadayadayada  Complete and utter B.S.
 
Let’s take a trip in the Wayback Machine and let Mr. Peabody clear the record a bit.
 
It’s June 10, 1964, and “…Senator Robert C. Byrd completed an address that he had begun fourteen hours and thirteen minutes earlier. The subject was the pending Civil Rights Act of 1964, a measure that occupied the Senate for fifty-seven working days, including six Saturdays.”* And what, pray tell was the context of Byrd’s address? Oh, it was a Democratic filibuster against the Civil Rights Act of 1964!  Yep.  Just as the Democrats had filibustered against the Civil Rights Act of 1957, they did again, led by Byrd this time, in 1964.
 
Byrd’s filibuster was just the capstone to 57 days of Democratic stalling.
 
So much for giving minority voices a hearing. 
 
Indeed, had not Republicans strongly backed the bill, Hubert Humphrey, the putative Democratic hero of the story, would never have been able to overcome defecting Democrats to obtain a 67-vote cloture.
 
And yet, despite steady Republican support and even leadership in genuine Civil Rights issues (as opposed to phony issues like assuring the patronizing and racist quota system—otherwise known as “affirmative action”), the Democrats still have an apparent lock on the Black vote.  Keep ’em on the plantation, eh, Byrd?
 
Disgusting racists.
 

A troubling sight… 
 
So, the lawn “jockey” pictured above… There’s a long (and disputed by recent arguments, all from a perspective of “feeling” that historical accounts must be wrong, rather than from facts) story behind these things.  I’m leaving that aside for now.  Just look at the picture of the one above as dispassionately as possible, for just a moment. This is one of the early ones, dressed not in jockey attire but in the common clothing of an 18th century slave. 
 
That picture above, quite frankly, my friends is what Robert C. Byrd sees when he looks upon a black person: Property of the DNC.  What gain to be free of chattel slavery if one is simply to sell onself into political, economic and social bondage for a pottage?
 
Robert C. Byrd, indeed the entire racist, race-baiting DNC is beyond disgusting. And the blacks who have sold out to the DNC and work to keep their brothers in chains are worse.
 
OK, so I’m a white boy and have no right to say these things?  Wrong. Read the First Amendment again, bubba.
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