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It seems Pope Francis needs to brush up on his Tertullian!

It has been reported (in The ChristLast Media, I must note) that the current Pope does not like the phrase "lead us not into temptation...

"Let no freedom be allowed to novelty, because it is not fitting that any addition should be made to antiquity. Let not the clear faith and belief of our forefathers be fouled by any muddy admixture." -- Pope Sixtus III

Friday, September 03, 2010

Ol' Jug Ears to the little people: Time to die. You cost too much.

Agent Orange Cases Expanded; Added Costs Raise Fiscal Concerns

Benito Insane Okhrana uses Alan Simpleton [a well known Repansycan psychopath from days gone by] to deliver the glad tidings of hope and change.

Washington's Other Newspaper [I know, I know, but it is fun to watch these cretins justify anything in the name of left-fascist power.] "reports":

Hundreds of thousands of Vietnam War veterans are receiving disability compensation for diseases normally associated with aging - not combat - because of the possibility of a link Agent Orange exposure. The diseases in question range from diabetes, for which 270,000 veterans receive Agent Orange-related checks, to erectile dysfunction. "And taxpayers may soon be responsible for even more: VA said Monday that it will add heart disease, Parkinson's disease and certain types of leukemia to the list of conditions that might be connected to Agent Orange." The total cost of these new payments are estimated at $42 billion over 10 years. Budget watchers say the evidence is too thin to spend so much money on the possibility of a connection.

"The irony (is) that the veterans who saved this country are now, in a way, not helping us to save the country in this fiscal mess," said Former Wyoming Sen. Alan Simpson, himself a veteran and the former chair of the Senate Veterans' Affairs Committee. Simpson now co-chairs President Barack Obama's deficit-reduction commission.

Way to provide bi-partisan cover to the commie killers, Alan.

SEX IS DEATH. (Ho-Ho-Ho)

From CBS 47 in Fresno:

Bakersfield Doctor Suffocated in Chimney

The Kern County Coroner says 49-year-old Jacquelyn Katarac died of asphyxiation.

Police believe she tried to slide down the chimney to get into a home to confront a boyfriend she was having problems with.

Police believe she got stuck in the chimney Wednesday night but her body was not discovered until late Saturday night. Firefighters had to take the brick chimney apart to get Dr. Kotarac out.

Investigators say the boyfriend was out of the country at the time and there is no evidence of foul play in the woman’s death.

As you well know, kiddies, there is foul play and then there is foul play.

From Bakersfield.com:

Estranged boyfriend of doctor found in chimney speaks out

Dr. Jacquelyn Kotarac was a very intelligent, attractive woman and a gifted doctor, estranged boyfriend William Moodie said.

That's awfully nice of him.

In fact, her attention to detail and connections within the medical community resulted in Moodie getting a new heart valve, Moodie said Wednesday evening. She listened to his chest, noticed something was wrong, and drove him to UCLA Medical Center to meet with the chief of cardiothoracic surgery.

That doctor agreed with Kotarac and the heart valve was replaced, Moodie said.

"She was absolutely brilliant as a doctor," he said.

Brilliant!

Kotarac's badly decomposed body was found Saturday wedged in the chimney of Moodie's house. Bakersfield police believe she had been there about three days, since trying to force her way into the house on the evening of Aug. 25.

With all due respect, does anyone ever decompose well? Was she well-accessorized?

Wait a minute...What? She tried to force her way in?

Kotarac, 49, showed up at the house that night and Moodie, not wanting a confrontation, slipped out the back door when she arrived, police said. [Smooth. - F.G.] She apparently used a shovel to try to force open the back door of the home in the 4300 block of La Mirada Drive, police said.

With all due respect, doesn't she sound like a stalker? Or worse? If she was a guy trying that shovel trick, she would have been shot and killed.

Moodie, 58, spent the night someplace else, according to police.

Where he hid from his brilliant, compassionate, on-again, off-again sex partner.

At some point, Kotarac used a ladder to get to the roof, removed the chimney cap and slid down the flue feet first, police said. Her body was found stuck near the bottom of the flue. [So close and yet so far. - F.G.] The coroner's office reported she died from being unable to breathe and her death was an accident. Police said Moodie was never a suspect.

Moodie declined to talk about his relationship with Kotarac or what their status was as a couple when she showed up that night.

Golly, I'll bet she just wanted to talk about their relationship. And the shovel.

But he's tired of people saying negative things about her and said it's time to leave her alone.

It is much easier to respect the dead. For one thing, you don't have to worry about them breaking into your house and caving your melon in with a shovel.

"She made a horrendously bad decision and paid for it with her life," Moodie said.

Just one bad one, Billy? Was it the chimney decision? Or possibly the shovel one? Maybe it was refusing to fall out of "love" with you.

He remembers Kotarac, whom he knew for three to three and a half years, as a tremendously giving person who even provided free medical service to some people. Kotarac, a 1991 graduate of UCLA Medical School, was an internal medicine doctor who worked out of an office on San Dimas Street.

As far as hobbies, she was a lifelong fan of equestrian events and owned horses when she was younger. Moodie said he and Kotarac attended a horse jumping competition in Las Vegas, and she often went to see horses race.

Horsies are pretty.

Although her busy schedule often didn't allow it, Kotarac also loved to travel, Moodie said.

Police said Kotarac had an airplane ticket to go to Amsterdam with Moodie the Friday after she went missing. [On again. - F.G.] Moodie and an office assistant of Kotarac's searched his house Thursday and reported her missing to police because her car and purse were there.

Definitely off. Again.

Moodie spent the night at his home Thursday and then went on the trip. Police searched the home Friday evening, but found nothing.

Memo to all you murderers out there: You have approximately three days [somewhat longer in colder climes like Canada] before the local constabulary can smell your rotting victim.

It wasn't until a woman checking on Moodie's fish tank noticed a foul odor Saturday and inspected the chimney flue that Kotarac's body was discovered.

Fishies are pretty, too.

That smell is going to linger, kiddies.

Moodie said he's been staying in hotels since returning to Bakersfield and he won't live in the house. He said he'll have it repaired -- the chimney had to be dismantled to remove the body -- but he imagines there will be some issues selling the home with the notoriety it now has.

Huh. Imagine that...lower property values.

Moodie said it's been a difficult time, and Kotarac's death has had an enormous impact on him.

Not as enormous as she probably wanted to have. [See shovel part of the story, above.]

"I feel this incredible sense of loss," he said. "It's very hard to accept the fact that she's gone."

He said, with a sigh of relief.

World War II continues apace.

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WWII Navy transport spurs memories

From Pittsburgh's other newspaper:

LST 325, a Navy transport that saw action at Normandy in 1944, arrived in Pittsburgh Wednesday morning on its first visit to the city where many of its sister ships were built during World War II.

As they have all along the ship's route from its home base in Evansville, Ind., crowds turned out to greet her as she cruised up the Ohio and moored near Heinz Field, where she will remain from Thursday through Tuesday for tours from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m.

Before the ship docked, LST 325 drew alongside the USS Requin, the submarine permanently moored outside the Carnegie Science Center.

The two World War II relics saluted each other with blasts from their deck guns.

The LST -- short for Landing Ship, Tank -- is among the last of its kind in the world and normally a floating museum in Evansville. But twice a year she goes out, and this time her journey took her to Pittsburgh, which has a special connection to LSTs.

Although LST 325 was built in Philadelphia, several hundred of the massive crafts were built by Dravo Corp. on Neville Island and by American Bridge Corp. in Ambridge.

"As a young boy, I saw one being launched," said Gary Augustine, 71, a historian from Leet who served aboard LSTs in the 1960s and is writing a book about them.

During the war his family lived in Ambridge and his father worked there briefly, helping to build LSTs. American Bridge built 123 of the 1,051 assembled for the war effort.

"They were literally building these ships while they were still designing them," said Mr. Augustine. "The idea was British, the design was American."

And the result was a decided victory for the allies, as LSTs ferried troops, tanks and equipment to far-flung battlegrounds in Europe and the Pacific. LST 325 participated in the invasion of Sicily in 1943 and was off the Normandy coast on D-Day. All told, she made 44 trips between England and France, shuttling supplies and men to the beaches and transporting wounded soldiers and German prisoners back to England.

Response to the LST's trip has been overwhelming. Crowds of people, young and old, have turned out along the route since she left Evansville, snapping pictures and taking videos. About 10,000 people toured the ship in Wheeling, W.Va., and more than 1,000 showed up to greet her in East Liverpool, Ohio.

And when the ship arrived at the Emsworth Dam Wednesday -- the last of the locks on the 800-mile journey -- a crowd had already gathered despite the fact that it was 5:30 a.m.

"This," said one man watching yesterday on the North Shore, "is history."

Wow...67,000...Boy, that goofy-eared (Or is it Dumbo?) dictator of ours is a swell guy.

Companies add 67K workers, but jobless rate rises

WASHINGTON (AP) – Private employers hired more workers over the past three months than first thought, a glimmer of hope for the weak economy ahead of the Labor Day weekend. But the unemployment rate rose because not enough jobs were created to absorb the growing number of people looking for work.

Where do we line up for the free processed cheese product?

Speaking of Washington's other newspaper...

Washington Post columnist suspended over Twitter hoax‎

Golly, if only he was a Catholic trying to blow up a "women's health clinic", Keith Ubermensch could have reported this story.

James J. Lee, environmental militant, slain at Discovery building after taking hostages

From Washington's other newspaper:

James J. Lee divided the world into good and bad. According to his writings on a Web site he created, people were bad, especially "parasitic" babies.

If only he had used his genius to kill babies instead of defenseless cable channels!

Animals and bugs were good, Lee wrote. But war was bad, along with global warming, pollution and international trade.

No! War good! War kill omnivores!

As for civilization?

The environmental militant who was killed Wednesday at the end of a tense hostage standoff at Discovery Communications headquarters in downtown Silver Spring, termed it "filth."

Lee, 43, who once threw money to bystanders as a protest along a Silver Spring street and who believed that the world would be better off without people, was shot by police after the almost four-hour standoff. Police have not publicly named Lee, but several local and federal law enforcement sources identified him as the gunman.

Lee held a grudge against Discovery, viewing the network as a purveyor of ideas he considered environmentally destructive and staging protests outside its headquarters, according to authorities and court records. Yet he got little farther than the lobby of the vast complex while the company alerted its thousands of employees and urged them to stay in locked offices and then evacuate using a designated stairwell.

Lee, whose environmental creed was spread across the Internet in manifestoes and blog posts, was killed at 4:48 p.m. after he stalked into the building with a handgun, took three hostages and later pointed his gun at one of them, said Montgomery County Police Chief J. Thomas Manger.

The incident, in the headquarters of the global television corporation just outside Washington, sent hundreds of employees streaming for safety into the afternoon heat without their purses, wallets and other personal items. It snarled traffic and riveted media audiences. [I'm glad the America-Last Media has its priorities straight. - F.G.] Police said Lee had four makeshift explosive devices strapped to his body, and was wielding a gun. He entered the building about 1 p.m.

Police worked through the night searching the complex at Colesville Road and Georgia Avenue, trying to determine whether two backpacks and two boxes that seemed to have been carried into the building by Lee also were bombs.

Thursday morning, the building was given an all-clear, Montgomery County police said. Police spokeswoman Angela Cruz said officers were still at the complex, gathering evidence as part of their investigation.

About 1,900 people work at the Discovery building.

Cruz said Wayne Avenue remained closed to traffic Thursday morning between Ramsey Aveue and Georgia Avenue. Pedestrian access was restricted on the sidewalks on the Georgia and Wayne avenue sides of the Discovery building.

Yes! Yes! We want to hear more about the effect the death of this Obama voter had on suburban traffic!

Here's something the Washington Ghost conveniently neglected to mention.

Green terror

From Andrew Bolt of Australia's Herald Sun:

Who awakened Lee to his mission?

Lee said he experienced an ‘‘awakening” when he watched former Vice President Al Gore’s environmental documentary ‘‘An Inconvenient Truth.”

If you really think humans are wilfully murdering the planet and all life upon it, well, what must you do?

Indeed. If the Gorehound had a decent bone in his body, he'd ritually disembowel himself on the Okra Whingefree show.


Thursday, September 02, 2010

THE CZABE IS BACK!

That's right, kiddies, the only morning drive show run by sports fans for sports fans is coming to the Sporting News Radio Network on weekday mornings from 6 to 9 AM Eastern. The clown who "replaced" him on Fox Sports Radio, noted racist Screaming A. Smith, just got whacked by my local Fox station and probably won't be on the network much longer.

From Czabe's blog:

It is indeed a new and beautiful day in sports radioland.

I'm back.

After an 8 month hiatus from the nationally syndicated sports radio airwaves, I am back. And the boys are coming with me. Scotty, Solly, and the dearly departed Al are all back from the radio dead.

See? That wasn't so bad, was it?

Sporting News Radio, as a subsidiary of Mission Media Group of Scottsdale, Arizona, has hired me to host their morning drive shift from 6-9 a.m. from our Washington D.C. area studios.

Oh yeah, football season is going to be fun again kids.

I'd like to say that I just knew it all along. That I was certain this would happen within a year's time, and that the show was just "too good" to not get snapped up by somebody.

But I didn't know that. And I had to assume, that perhaps my run had simply ended.

You guys did have faith, however. Yes faith in me, with perhaps a splash of naivete in how ridiculously stupid the sports radio industry can be sometimes.

As you know, I don't preen at myself in the radio mirror much. I take sports seriously, not myself. I know I am good, but lately I have wondered if "good" really matters any more in our industry.

So when the programming genius at FSR decided 7 years of unmitigated success from me and the guys was all he could handle, I wasn't all that heartbroken. It's the business, what can you do? I did my best. I was proud of the show, and our run lasted a pretty good long while. So truth be told, I was looking for a new lifestyle, and some new opportunities.

Then, I got everybody's emails. That's when things changed.

It wasn't just the sheer volume of emails from you listeners, it was their staggering depth. I am talking about 1500-word-plus emails describing just what it was that made the show so meaningful to them.

You guys remembered a billion more details of segments we did, or moments we had, than I ever could.

The scope of people who wrote to me, was amazing. Age ranges all the way up to 80, and a surprising number of people who claimed they were not even sports fans in the least!

It certainly changed my mind a bit. This wasn't just about me losing a job. Millions of YOU were losing their ride-to-work buddies. It was truly traumatic to many of you.

I was even shocked by some industry calls I got as well. The great Steve Sabol of NFL Films called personally. As I had missed his original call, I returned his call on a break. It rang through to his assistant. I waited on hold. Then, the booming voice of NFL films came bursting through. "Czabe! What the HELL is going on down there!?"

He said he had heard they canceled the show, but just NEEDED to find out directly from the source. I had a chat that bordered on un-seemly manlove because of how much I admire Sabol's work and genius. He concluded the call, by saying matter of factly that I won't be off the air very long. It was very kind.

But I also thought: "Yeah, but what the hell does HE know? I work in this business! He doesn't!"

So as I settled in to being a morning sports radio consumer myself, I quickly began to appreciate how dreadful the national landscape is in that regard. The guy who replaced me is, well, how shall I put this: he's there... for now. And that's all I'm going to say.

And the two other guys on the Disney Sports Channel? Holy regurgitated sports facts, Batman!

I would listen and think: "Do these guys realize, that NOBODY TALKS LIKE THIS when they are talking about sports?"

Which is my only core philosophy about the medium. Good sports radio, is a CONVERSATION. And the more honest, probing, funny, interesting, lively, and no-bullshit you can make that conversation, the better.

That's it. It's that simple.

When I broadcast, I just try to talk to my guys, and talk to the audience, and let the microphones melt away into nothing. Like they aren't even there.

So here we go again. I am so, so, so pumped for this chance. The fellas are equally charged up. They are my faithful engines of creative brilliance. And we're going to do all of what we did before, and then some.

As you may know, Sporting News Radio was once upon a time, One On One Sports Network based out of Chicago.

I got my national radio start there. I remember it like it was yesterday. I rolled into Chicago on August 12, 1994. The day of the F'ING BASEBALL STRIKE that would kill the World Series.

I didn't know a SINGLE PERSON in the city of 6 million. I was rooming temporarily with a friend of a friend I had never before met. My Honda Accord was stuffed to the ceiling with all the crap I owned and could drive in from my parents place in DC.

And it was raining.

Welcome to the big city, kid.

At the time, One On One Sports was the only real "network" doing 24/7 sports programming. ESPN Radio did nights and weekends, but hadn't yet ramped up fully into a round the clock deal.

Over the years, ESPN grew into the beast that it is, and then Fox Sports Radio appeared around 2000. One On One got marginalized a bit, and sold to Sporting News. I think it's fair to say, they became the 3rd horse in the national network race.

Recently, however, long time radio executive Clancy Woods got some investors together to purchase the radio portion of Sporting News. His clarity for the industry, and appreciation for talent is tremendous. I couldn't be luckier to work for a guy like this, because I know he "gets it" like you and I "get it."

This network is going to be a force. You can book that one.

Clancy likes to say that he is "distribution agnostic" about the network and its properties, of which I am now one. By this, he means he'd like to get the longform spoken word product out there in as many ways as possible.

Of course, terrestrial radio affiliates are primary, as is satellite radio, but other distribution channels are here and growing. Things like internet radio and direct audio streaming from websites like, well, www.sportingnewsradio.com.

I can't say for sure, where my show will be heard right away, but suffice to say I will be keeping you posted on all that stuff as I get my facts straight.

On satellite, a bizarre twist remains from the XM/Sirius merger. Apparently - and don't take my word for it, because I may be wrong - if you have an original XM receiver and buy the "Best of Sirius" package, you STILL can't get Sporting News Radio. However, if you have a Sirius package, you CAN get Sporting News Radio on Channel 127.

What does that mean for those of you like me, who have an Acura TL with a WELDED IN XM brand receiver? I don't know, but it doesn't look good right now. Maybe it means I'll have to buy a new car with Sirius installed, and one that doesn't have deer guts all up in its radiator.

I'll have to do more legwork on how and when you could get SNR on an XM unit.

If you have a Sirius receiver and kept it - like I said you should back in January - congrats. We'll see ya'll in September.

In the meantime, we hope to loop back and try to scoop up as many of our excellent market partners we had under the "old" mothership. And I'm talking Richmond, Baltimore, Pittsburgh, et al. We want you back. We're going to do whatever it takes to make that happen.

I even hear rumblings that we might add the show in the DC market. It might just be scurrilous rumors, but then again it may be happening. Stay tuned on that one too.

Thanks again for your most genuine letters and thoughts, and bear with us as we get everything ramped up at our new home.

Like Jack Buck said: "Go crazy folks, go crazy!"

Monday, August 30, 2010

Logos Of The Day

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A tiny glimmer of hope in Lancaster, PA...

Delving into the classical core of learning
New diploma program for home-schoolers builds to the study of college-level Latin and Greek
by Daina Savage - Lancaster Sunday Screws


Of course, studying the classics does not mean you will learn how to think properly, but it sure beats earth sciences, "women's studies", and bully management.

Don't tell Sawyer Neale that Latin is a dead language.

The 14-year-old home-schooled scholar from Elizabethtown is an enthusiastic reader of ancient texts, eager to point out how useful, and alive, they are in everyday life.

"Even in this conversation we're having now, most of the words we're using come from the Greek and Latin," he said.

In an animated classroom at the Lancaster Center for Classical Studies, 910 Marietta Ave., between declining Latin nouns and reciting the Greek alphabet, Sawyer and his peers extolled the virtues of delving into the study of classical languages.

These home-schoolers are part of a rigorous new diploma program at the center, which culminates in college-level coursework in Latin and Greek.

"Besides the fact that they help you with learning any other languages, including English, they are especially helpful with problem solving," said 16-year-old Rowan Byrne, of Lancaster. "And reading about the history of Rome, their customs and politics, you can compare it to current events and see that often they made more sense."

Sawyer and Rowan? Really, people? Really?

"They make learning everything a lot easier," agreed Laura Cray, of Mount Joy, who is now in her sixth year of study at the center and eager to apply her skills to deciphering and mastering Arabic and Mandarin.

For centuries in Europe, and in colonial America, the mark of a well-educated person was a deep knowledge of the classical languages and texts.

Just colonial America? Methinks La Savage needed to do some research before writing that sentence.

That has fallen by the wayside, as many schools today may feel more pressure to prepare students to ace the SAT than to lay the foundation of a true liberal arts education.

Heck, most schools have given up on reading and writing.

Center founders Peter and Laurie Brown are combating this superficiality with a new diploma program aimed at re-establishing substantive study of the classics to the heart of a curriculum in order to develop critical thinking and foster a love of lifelong learning.

"We don't want Greek and Latin studies to be looked at as a foreign language or an enrichment on the side," Peter Brown said. "We see it as the vibrant core of a whole educational program: central and rich and limitless in possibilities."

"There's no question that the study of Latin and Greek supports every other area of study," Laurie Brown added. "It's almost impossible to understand English literature without understanding its origins, or to understand the New Testament without reading it in its original Greek, and then reading it again in Latin and observing the difficulties of translating it. This education builds a complexity of thought that you can't achieve otherwise."

The Browns said they believe the study of Greek and Latin serves to cultivate a student's powers of observation, analysis, reasoning and method.

"The most original and decisive works in the broad fields of history, literature, mathematics, science and religion are products of the Greek and Latin languages," Peter Brown said.

Exactly.

The Browns have developed a demanding, progressive course of study embraced by parents as it inspires their children.

"I enrolled my kids at first because I thought Latin would open doors for them and help train them for the SATs, but soon I realized it will help them with their whole lives," said Nikki Byrne, of Lancaster, whose home-schooled children, Rowan and Declan, have taken classes at the school for years.

"Studying Latin and Greek is so rich in how they make you think and conceptualize," said Claudia Helman, of West Hempfield Township, whose sons Christopher, 14, and Benjamin, 9, are enrolled at the center.

Although preparatory studies in grammar can begin as soon as a child can read well, usually by the fourth grade, the program begins in earnest at the start of seventh grade with a curriculum translating Vergil [Acceptable, but uncommon in American English. Hmmm... - F.G.] and Sophocles, Homer and Plato. Throughout their studies, students re-enact scenes from "The Illiad" in dramatic readings, debate the politics of Cicero, reflect on the histories of Plutarch, and compare and contrast biblical translations.

The Browns developed the state-sanctioned diploma program in part as a service to home-school families intent on demonstrating their rigorous studies to prospective colleges.

"Our students have typically been accepted at the college of their choice, where they often find themselves better prepared than their classmates," said Peter Brown, who after earning his doctorate in Greek and Latin was a postdoctoral research fellow at the Catholic University of Louvain, Belgium. Laurie Brown's doctoral work was also in Latin and Greek, and she did research as a Fulbright fellow.

Both have taught at the college level and at lower levels for years before founding the center in 2000. They were home-schooling their own children when other home-schooling parents asked them to teach theirs as well.

Approved by the Pennsylvania Department of Education as a home education association with the ability to issue a state-recognized diploma, the center requires its graduates to, at minimum, complete the full Latin curriculum of seven courses, in addition to the state's graduation requirements.

A typical Latin or Greek course meets for an hour, twice a week, for 30 weeks. Students are expected to devote three hours of work at home for each hour of class time. Students who begin Latin in fifth grade are typically ready to begin reading Vergil or Caesar by the beginning of eighth grade. Upper level courses in Latin and Greek are college-level.

Students enrolled in the diploma program are charged tuition for the core curriculum Latin and Greek classes, as well as for various optional supplementary courses.

Complementary curricula in classical literature, writing, speaking, history, geography, mathematics and natural science are developed in close relation to the core curriculum. Further instruction in these topics may be provided by parents or other sources.

"We see this diploma program as the culmination of what we've been doing all these years, brought together in a final meaningful way before our daughter goes on," said Jane Cray, whose daughter, Laura, has been a student at the center for six years.

"Her classes here have become the bedrock of our home-schooling curriculum. Somehow its fingers reached into all educational areas — history and mathematics — not just language. The discipline that you learn is applied to everything that you are studying."

Katcha Neale, of Elizabethtown, whose sons, Sawyer and Saben, are in their fourth year at the center, says the new diploma program is a way to integrate all of their coursework, "plus it puts a light on Latin and Greek that they deserve."

Rather than thinking of these languages as dusty and ancient, Neale said they serve to illuminate vitally and vibrantly all areas of study.

It's exactly the idea the Browns wish to impart. Their mission statement says that a "classical education has nothing to do with the idea of 'antiquity' " but rather "it is concerned with eternity … [preparing students] for every eventuality."

Amen to that.

Neale said she believes her sons are discovering just that. "This program speaks to what I think education is all about," she said. "This discipline hasn't crushed their love of learning, but instead served to enhance their thinking and understanding."

• For more information about the Lancaster Center for Classical Studies, contact Peter and Laurie Brown at 397-3223 or lccs.org@verizon.net.

The writer's daughter has taken after-school Latin classes at the center.

Note that disclaimer.

The bottom line remains the same, kiddies: Get your young 'uns out of the Government Indoctrination Centers before they start writing love poems to the Great High-Yellow Father.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Slow Eddie Rendell is what's wrong with America. [Totalitarian Pennsylvania Update]

PA's lameass lameduck gov has vomited up another pant-load of classic left-fascist bile designed to further enslave us simpletons.


Pittsburgh Tribune-Review: Opposition mounts to Rendell's transportation funding plan


Opposition mounted quickly yesterday to Gov. Ed Rendell's proposed increase of motor-vehicle fees and taxing of oil companies' profits to generate up to $1 billion a year for highway and bridge improvements and mass-transit agencies.

Republican leaders described Rendell's proposal as a "quick fix" unlikely to gain approval before his term ends in January, and oil industry trade groups said what he wants to do is simply "illegal."

Yet, Sen. Jay Costa, D-Forest Hills, ranking Democrat on the Senate Appropriations Committee, said the proposal is a step in the right direction and inaction to repair deteriorating highways and bridges would "not only be putting Pennsylvanians in jeopardy but putting our financial future in jeopardy as well."

Will anybody ask this cretin what his Party of Blasphemy, Buggery, and 'Bortion has done to maintain our roads and bridges over the last...oh, I don't know... five decades? Don't hold your breath, kiddies.

PennDOT Secretary Allen D. Biehler said state leaders "can't afford to wait" to find ways to plug a $472 million hole created when the federal government shot down the state's plan to impose tolls on Interstate 80 and use proceeds for transportation projects. Even that money, however, would fail to meet transportation needs, according to a Transportation Advisory Committee study suggesting the state needs an extra $3.5 billion a year to do so.

"I don't think the price tag is too high," Biehler said before a bipartisan meeting of House and Senate members.

Under Rendell's proposal, the state would levy an 8 percent tax on the profits of oil companies doing business in Pennsylvania and bar them from passing along the increase to consumers. [Emphasis mine. That's the illegal part, kiddies. But all you need is a couple more Okhrana Supreme Court appointees to fix that. - F.G.] Also, the state would increase more than 60 license, registration and vehicle fees to reflect the inflationary increase since their last adjustment. Some of the latter fees haven't been increased since 1977.

The oil tax would generate an estimated $576 million a year for transportation, and the vehicle fees would raise $434 million, officials said. Of that, 70 percent would go toward highways and bridges. Thirty percent would go toward public transit and, among other things, "allow the Port Authority of Allegheny County to avoid precipitous service cuts," Biehler said.

For those of you unfamiliar with how things work here in the Keystone Gulag, let me assure you that nowhere near 70% of that money will be used to repair roads and bridges. PA kleptocrats have for generations promised exactly the same thing and our infrastructure continues to crumble into dust.

The first thing the power-mad clowns in Harrisburg will do with the money is buy reelection by funding "mass" transit boondoggles in Philly and Pittsburgh. If there is any left it will go to enhance security at the memorials they are building [with our money, of course] for their criminal brethren, Senator Brain Damage and the late, unlamented John "Bad Mutha" Murtha. [And believe me, they will need security, kiddies.]

Note to the secret police: That's not a threat. I'm a political satirist. Kind of like Senator Unfunny-Moron-Who-Steals-Elections-With-The-Votes-Of-Felons from Minnesota. [No, I didn't know he was an Indian either. He must belong to Ward Churchill's tribe.]

Officials from two oil trade groups -- the Harrisburg-based Associated Petroleum Industries of Pennsylvania and the Pennsylvania Independent Oil & Gas Association in Wexford -- disputed the legality of the proposal. No other states have a similar tax, they said.

Rolf Hanson, executive director of the Associated Petroleum Industries of Pennsylvania, said it would violate the interstate commerce clause of the Constitution that "prevents states from imposing a tax which discriminates against interstate commerce by providing an advantage to local businesses or by burdening out-of-state businesses."

Preventing companies from passing on a related rate increase to consumers in Pennsylvania would harm consumers elsewhere, Hanson said.

Rendell spokesman Gary Tuma said the administration thinks it has "a strong case" to enact the proposal.

That's because nobody in their administration [talk about using a term loosely] has ever had a job, owned or managed a business, or met a payroll.

None dare call what America has become a Kafkaesque nightmare, kiddies. Except for your humble narrator, that is.

Under the proposal, the four-year driver's license fee would increase from $21 to $25, and the annual registration fee for a passenger car would increase from $36 to $49, the governor's office said. The fee for a certificate of title would rise from $22.50 to $31.

The average motorist would face an increase amounting to 33 cents per week, Rendell said. He pointed to polling data that said people support raising vehicle fees, 48 percent to 45 percent.

Golly, I wonder who had to do the math for him.

"Fee increases tend to be more palatable to motorists since they are a one-time expense, as opposed to a gas-tax increase that affects motorists every time they go to the pump," said AAA spokesman Brian Newbacher.

Senate Transportation Chairman John Rafferty, R-Chester County, said the Democratic governor's plan is unlikely to win approval before Rendell leaves office.

"It'll be up to leadership, but I don't see anything on the horizon," Rafferty said. He called the proposal a "quick fix."

Although House Appropriations Chairman Dwight Evans, D-Philadelphia, predicted eventual passage, he said: "I won't tell you we will do it before the (November) election."

"This is all political theater," said Rep. Tim Krieger, R-Hempfield.

Kafkaesque nightmare, kiddies, Kafkaesque nightmare.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Bill Millin, Requiescat In Pace.

Bill Millin: The 'Mad piper' who piped the allied troops ashore on D-Day


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Bill Millin was the "Mad Piper" who played allied commandos ashore under heavy German fire at Sword Beach in Normandy on D-Day, on the extreme eastern flank of Operation Overlord.

He was the only piper to lead allied troops into battle that day following a War Office ban which said pipers would attract sniper fire. But his commander, Brigadier Lord Lovat – Simon Fraser, hereditary chief of the Clan Fraser – was a law unto himself. "Ah, but that's the English War Office, Millin," Lovat told him. "You and I are both Scottish so that doesn't apply."

Ahh...the Scots could produce a few men back in the day...

Millin recalled: "Lord Lovat said this was going to be the greatest invasion in the history of warfare and he wanted the bagpipes leading it." On the landing craft sailing out of the mouth of the River Hamble in southern England, "he said I was to play and he would worry about the consequences later."

The "Mad Piper" label came from both Millin's own comrades and the German defenders of Sword Beach at Colleville-sur-Mer, who said after capture that the only reason they didn't shoot him is that they thought "he must have gone off his head."

In the First World War, the Krauts called the Scotsmen "the ladies from Hell" because of their kilts and the number of Germans they slaughtered.

Although one man was shot dead alongside him on his landing craft, and he saw many of his comrades floating face down in the surf, he said the sound of his pipes drowned some of the gun and mortar fire. "I didn't really notice I was being shot at myself," he said. "The water was freezing. The next thing I remember is my kilt floating in the water, like a ballerina." He launched into one of Lovat's favourites, "Hielan' Laddie", as he waded ashore. Lovat, firing his old non-service issue Winchester rifle and brandishing a walking stick, gave him a thumbs-up.

Amen to that, Brother.

On the beach, in the heart of the battle, Lovat asked him, "Would you mind giving us another tune, Millin? How about 'The Road to the Isles'?" Millin half-jokingly replied: "Now, would you also want me to walk up and down, Sir?"

"Aye, Millin, that would be nice. Aye, walk up and down."

The piper recalled the tremor of mortars in the sand as he walked up and down Sword Beach three times amid thick smoke and dead and wounded comrades yelling for medics. "When they heard the pipes, some of the lads started cheering but one wasn't very pleased and he called me 'the mad bastard'. Well, we usually referred to Lovat as the mad bastard but this was the first time I had heard it referred to me."

Millin, whom Lovat had appointed his personal piper during commando training at Achnacarry, near Fort William in Scotland, was the only man during the landing who wore a kilt – it was the same Cameron tartan kilt his dad had worn in Flanders during the Great War – and he was armed only with his pipes and the ceremonial Skean Dhu dirk sheathed inside his right sock. His exploits on that day, 6 June 1944, were immortalised in the star-studded 1962 Hollywood blockbuster The Longest Day, which showed his character ignoring sniper fire to lead Lovat (played by Peter Lawford) and the commandos of the 1st Special Service Brigade (1 SSB) over the Bénouville bridge, later renamed the Pegasus bridge. "It seemed like an awfully long bridge," Millin recalled. Lord Lovat was badly wounded six days later, ending his war, but he lived until 1995, when Millin played at his funeral.

I had always thought that scene was just Hollywood being Hollywood. The truth is more magical than fiction, kiddies.

Lovat's 1 SSB, including the Free French green beret commandos, had landed in support of British paratroopers of the 6th Airborne Division, who had landed by glider earlier and were involved in close combat with the bridge's defenders. In the film, one paratrooper says to another: "Listen ... I thought I heard bagpipes." "Don't be daft," his buddy replies before the "Mad Piper" marches across the bridge playing "Blue Bonnets over the Border". Contrary to many reports, the part of the piper was played not by Millin but by Major Leslie de Laspee, an official piper to Buckingham Palace at the time.

Born in Regina, Canada on 14 July 1922 to a father of Scottish origin who returned to Glasgow as a policeman when William was three, he grew up and went to school in the Shettleston area of the city. He joined the Territorial Army in Fort William, where his family had moved, and played in the pipe bands of the Highland Light Infantry and the Queen's Own Cameron Highlanders before volunteering as a commando and training with Lovat at Achnacarry along with French, Dutch, Belgian, Polish, Norwegian, Polish and Czechoslovakian troops.

Millin saw further action with 1 SSB in the Netherlands and Germany before being demobbed in 1946 and going to work on Lord Lovat's highland estate. In the 1950s he became a registered mental nurse in Glasgow, moving south to a hospital in Devon in the late '60s until he retired in the Devon town of Dawlish in 1988. He made regular trips back to Normandy for commemoration ceremonies and a 10ft bronze statue of him and his pipes is being completed in Colleville. He donated the famous pipes to the Pegasus Memorial Museum in Ranville, close to the Pegasus bridge, and France awarded him its Croix d'Honneur for gallantry. In 2006, a Devon folk singer, Sheelagh Allen, wrote a song about him, "The Highland Piper".

How cool is all that?

Millin, who suffered a stroke in 2003, died in hospital in Torbay. His wife Margaret (née Dowdel, from Edinburgh) died in 2000. He is survived by their son John.

William Millin, soldier and registered mental nurse: born Glasgow 14 July 1922; married Margeret Dowdel (died 2000; one son); died Torbay, Devon 18 August 2010.

Have mercy on your mad piper, Lord, and all his comrades in arms.

Can a Hail Mary a day [or a billion for that matter] help Cristobel Hitchens find his way?

Christians pray for cancer-stricken atheist Christopher Hitchens

By TERRY MATTINGLY, Scripps Howard News Service



One of the last things Thomas Peters does each day is face the Cross of St. Benedict that hangs over his bed and says his evening prayers.

Shouldn't that headline read "Catholics"?

The sobering final phrases of the Hail Mary prayer have recently taken on a unique relevancy: "Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen."

A month ago, the conservative Catholic writer challenged readers of the American Papist website to join him in praying one Hail Mary a day on behalf of the iconoclastic atheist Christopher Hitchens, who has been stricken with esophageal cancer, a disease that leaves few survivors.

To me, he's been "Cristobel" ever since his sick commentary at the death of Mother Teresa. [In case you don't know, kiddies, on her worst day Mother Teresa did more for humanity than Hitchens could even if he lived a thousand years.]

"I am going to begin praying ... for the salvation of his eternal soul," wrote Peters, "that God will be with him 'at the hour of his death,' that God will help his unbelief in this life, and that those he has led away from God will come back to His infinite love and mercy. I am in no way praying for him to die, I am praying for him to live eternally."

Amen to that, brother.

Peters is not alone and Hitchens knows it. While some believers hope that he suffers and dies, post haste, the author of "God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything" told CNN that he has been surprised that others -- who are "much more numerous, I must say, and nicer" -- are praying for his healing, both body and soul.

Where are all his concerned atheist friends? Perhaps they'll send him some "medical" weed.

This has been one of the strangest side effects of Hitchens' journey across the "stark frontier that marks off the land of malady." This is a zone in which almost everyone is politely encouraging, the jokes are feeble, sex talk is nonexistent [WTF? - F.G.] and the "cuisine is the worst of any destination I have ever visited," wrote Hitchens, in a Vanity Fair essay. The native tongue in "Tumorville" is built around terms such as "metastasized," phases such as "tissue is the issue" and quotes from the writings of Elizabeth Kubler-Ross.

Seriously, kiddies! What is up with that? No sex talk for the dying guy? You'd think one of his leftard friends would buy him some Larry "No Feeling Below The Waist" Flynt porn or dial a 900 number for him. Or a hooker! There must be hookers who specialize in the terminally ill...I'll check the Obamakill plan and see if our Fearful Leader can kill a couple of extra WWII vets to save enough cash to pay for a "tumor job".

Most of the inhabitants also do quite a bit of praying -- for themselves, for their loved ones and even for suffering people they have never met.

Hitchens told evangelical broadcaster Hugh Hewitt that he remains convinced these prayers "don't do any good, but they don't necessarily do any harm. It's touching to be thought of in that way."

Holy crap! The God-hater is touched? I'm guessing that is a PR ploy. In his heart - oops, I mean in his rational mind - he's snickering at those he sees as deluded rubes and simpletons.

The bottom line, explained Peters, is that his faith asks him to "pray for everyone, even those who hate us. ... Hitch just happens to be a famous public enemy of the faith, so more people know what is happening in this life, so more people are talking about why it's good to pray for him."

While it is "absolutely horrible" that anyone would pray for Hitchens to suffer and die, he added, many believers may find it hard to do more than pray for "God's will to be done." That is the "safe prayer" that is always appropriate.

Amen, again.

Meanwhile, a quick Internet scan reveals that some believers are, predictably enough, praying for Hitchens to be converted to Christianity for the sake of his own soul. Others are specifically praying that the scribe who -- with Sam Harris, Daniel Dennett and Richard Dawkins -- is called one of the "four horsemen" of the New Atheism will not only convert, but also become an apologist for faith.

That happened decades ago with an atheist named C.S. Lewis, after all.

Maybe he should talk with Anne Rice...or read something by that great convert to the One, True Church John Henry Newman [who will soon be canonized]...or perhaps Malcolm Muggeridge would be more suited to his taste.

"Ultimately, I simply will pray that Hitch has a good and holy death," said Peters. "I really do not care if he has a public conversion. I care that he, somehow, has a private conversion and that he will be reconciled to God."

This is our faith in action [no pun intended], kiddies.

As much as believers love these kinds of "foxhole conversion" stories, Hitchens is convinced he will not surrender. However, should rumors spread that he has "hedged his bets," the writer has made several public statements warning his admirers that if such cry to the Almighty were to take place, they should ignore it.

With admirers like that, who needs Satan?

"If that comes it will be when I'm very ill, when I am half demented, either by drugs or by pain and I won't have control over what I say," he told CNN. "I can't say that the entity that by then would be me wouldn't do such a pathetic thing. But I can tell you that -- not while I am lucid. No, I could be quite sure of that."

Poor dumb bastard. I am not permitted to believe in invincible ignorance, but there is such a thing as willful ignorance.

(Terry Mattingly directs the Washington Journalism Center at the Council for Christian Colleges and Universities. Contact him at tmattingly(at)cccu.org or www.tmatt.net)

I hereby pledge to say a Hail Mary for La Hitchens each day until he learns The Truth, whether he learns it the easy way or the hardest possible way.

In fact, as a good Catholic, I'll go one better. I will continue to pray for him even after he croaks, on the off chance he lands in Purgatory for a few million years. [Quit your whining, you prods. You knew it was coming.]

Sunday, August 22, 2010

If you ever wondered where those surplus Nazi buzz bombs went...




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Iranian President Hungadunga on Sunday inaugurated the country's first domestically built unmanned bomber aircraft, calling it an "ambassador of death" to Iran's enemies.

The 4-meter-long drone aircraft can carry up to four cruise missiles and will have a range of 620 miles (1,000 kilometers), according to a state TV report -- not far enough to reach archenemy Israel.

"The jet, as well as being an ambassador of death for the enemies of humanity, has a main message of peace and friendship," said Hungadunga...

Don't worry, kiddies, our jug-eared Commie-In-Chief can decipher that sentence. He'll keep us safe by talking ol' Hungadunga into sanity.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Left-fascists are not only rapers and mutilators of the Constitution, they're also hypocrites.

Who knew? Obviously, Ann Coulter did. Once again, Ann proves she is smarter than almost anybody out there. She's even smarter than Charlie Rangel and Maxine Waters combined.

From Human Events:

"Nativism in American politics has become so rampant that it is considered scandalous in Republican circles for a judge to acknowledge paying any attention to foreign courts and their legal rulings." -- New York Times editorial, Aug. 3, 2010

The New York Times runs this same smug editorial every few months -- at least I think it's the same editorial -- to vent its spleen at conservatives who object to American judges relying on foreign law to interpret the U.S. Constitution.

But when it comes to anchor babies, The New York Times and the entire Democratic establishment plug their ears and hum rather than consider foreign laws on citizenship. (For more on this, see "Mexican immigration law versus U.S. immigration law.")

Needless to say, America is the only developed nation that allows illegal aliens to gain full citizenship for their children merely by dropping them on U.S. soil.

Take Sweden -- one of the left's favorite countries. Not only is there no birthright citizenship, but even the children of legal immigrants cannot become Swedish citizens simply by being born there. At least one parent must be a citizen for birth on Swedish soil to confer citizenship.

(Applicants also have to know the lyrics to at least one ABBA song, which explains why you don't see groups of Mexicans congregating outside Ikea stores.)

Liberals are constantly hectoring Americans to adopt Sweden's generous welfare policies without considering that one reason Sweden's welfare policies haven't bankrupted the country (yet) is that the Swedes don't grant citizenship to the children of any deadbeat who manages the spectacular feat of giving birth on Swedish soil.

In Britain, only birth to at least one British citizen or the highest class of legal immigrant, a "settled" resident with the right to remain, such as Irish citizens, confers citizenship on a child born in England. And if the British birthright is through the father, he must be married to the mother (probably a relic from Victorian times when marriage was considered an important institution).

Even Canada, the country most similar to the United States, grants citizenship upon birth -- but excludes the noncitizen parents of anchor babies from receiving benefits, such as medical care, schooling and other free stuff given to Canadian citizens.

After MSNBC'S favorite half-black guest, professor Melissa Harris-Lacewell, made the dazzling point last week that "all babies are anchor babies" because "I certainly know my 8-year-old has anchored the heck out of my life," thereby winning this week's witty wordplay contest, she claimed to be stumped on how citizenship could possibly be determined if not by location of birth.

"I want Americans to pause for a moment and ask themselves," Harris-Lacewell said portentously, "on what basis would you determine citizenship, if not based on where a child is born?" (Luckily for Harris-Lacewell, U.S. citizenship is not granted on problem-solving abilities.)

Harris was off and running, babbling: "Do you have to have two parents who are citizens? How about grandparents? How about great-grandparents?"

I don't know -- how does Sweden do it? How about Denmark? Maybe we should check the laws of every other country in the universe -- especially the ones liberals are relentlessly demanding we emulate!

Or is Ms. Lacewell one of those chest-thumping, nationalistic nativists who becomes hysterical when anyone brings up foreign law? Where is The New York Times when we need it?

The Times' editorial denouncing "nativist" conservatives ended with this little homily: "(Republicans) might want to re-read James Madison's description in the Federalist Papers of the ideal legislator: 'He ought not to be altogether ignorant of the law of nations.'"

Of course, conservatives' objection to judges looking to foreign law is that they're judges, not legislators -- least of all "ideal legislators."

Judges are supposed to be interpreting a constitution and laws written by legislators, not legislating from the bench. Hey, whose turn is it to remind The New York Times that the legislative branch of our government is different from the judicial branch?

As the Times' own august quote from James Madison indicates, he was referring to "the ideal legislator," not "the ideal Supreme Court justice."

In its haste to call conservatives names, the Times not only gave away that they think judges are supposed to be "legislators" -- a point they've been denying for decades -- but also provided a ringing endorsement for ending birthright citizenship.

Not being an easily frightened nativist like Harris-Lacewell, I think we should look at other countries' laws, then adopt the good ones and pass on the bad ones.

For example, let's skip clitorectomies, arranged marriages, dropping walls on homosexuals, honor killings and the rest of the gorgeous tapestry of multiculturalism.

Instead, how about we adopt foreign concepts such as disallowing frivolous lawsuits, having loser-pays tort laws, and requiring that both parents be in the U.S. legally and at least one parent be a citizen, for a child born here to get automatic citizenship?

Or (to paraphrase my favorite newspaper) has nativism in American politics become so rampant that it is considered scandalous in Democratic circles for a legislator to acknowledge paying any attention to foreign countries and their laws? If so, then Democrats might want to re-read James Madison's description in the Federalist Papers of the ideal legislator: "He ought not to be altogether ignorant of the law of nations."


Ann Coulter is Legal Affairs Correspondent for HUMAN EVENTS and author of "High Crimes and Misdemeanors," "Slander," ""How to Talk to a Liberal (If You Must)," "Godless," "If Democrats Had Any Brains, They'd Be Republicans" and most recently, Guilty: Liberal "Victims" and their Assault on America.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

SEX IS DEATH (If you have to buy a boner, you may be a goner)

Hee-hee! SEX IS DEATH is back, kiddies! I know the truth about everybody's favorite playtime activity hurts, but zoo sex with anybody or anything that's handy will kill you.

WGN: Enzyte linked to heart arrhythmia


The study showed heart patterns were affected when some of the patients took the supplement.

One doctor said Enzyte has the properties of the most powerful heart controlling medicines that's available with a prescripiton.

Supplements do not follow the same safety guidelines and oversight of prescription drugs.

Under U.S. law, dietary supplements are "presumed safe unless proven to be otherwise."

Supplement makers also do not have any obligation to provide proof that they work.

Doctors in this study are warning their patients not to use Enzyte and similar products that don't have more information available on their safety.

It is now time for you ladies to tune out. And you little girls too. Go on, git!

All right boys, it's time for some straight thinking. Did you ever wonder why every guy [even those of Italian descent!] seems to need boner pills these days?

It could be chronic onanism:

5 Things You Didn't Know About Masturbation from WebMD:

Certain forms of masturbation can lead to sexual dysfunction

Experts warn that men who frequently stimulate themselves in ways that don't simulate sex with a partner -- for example, stroking very rapidly or with great pressure or friction -- can develop retarded ejaculation. That's a type of sexual dysfunction in which it is difficult or even impossible to climax during partnered sex.

Golly, Huge Hefner never warned us about that!







World War II continues apace.

From the LA Times and the AP, more evidence that life on earth is brutally unfair, even if you change the name of your country.

Myanmar's Karen veterans of World War II remain all but forgotten

"Colonel Peacock, Major Hogan, Captain Bower … Shoot from the hip! Quick march! Right turn!" The names, ranks and barked commands of World War II British officers officers tumble from these old Asian soldiers' memories as if it all happened yesterday.

But the war never really ended for the Karen tribesmen who fought alongside the British to drive the Japanese out of Burma, and who now live as refugees in jungle camps astride the Thai-Myanmar border or inside their ravaged homeland, impoverished and driven from their homes amid a brutal insurgency.

These ethnic minority people, who were made promises by the British that were fatally broken, remain virtually forgotten and unrewarded by the outside world as the 65th anniversary of the Allied victory in Asia approaches on Aug. 15. For them, medals, parades and joyous family reunions all ring hollow.

Yet the Karen warriors, all in their 80s and 90s, have forgiven their former allies — and even remember them with stirring fondness.

"As I bent down to pull him away, the bullet hit me here," recounts Sein Aye, pointing to a reddish scar on his neck. The Japanese had ambushed his unit, and the teenage soldier, recruited from a farming village, dragged a gravely wounded British officer to safety under fire.

Simeon U — 91 years old, twice wounded, four times decorated — recalls killing at least five Japanese "with my own hands" and staying behind their lines when the bulk of the battered British force retreated in 1942.

He fought in the hills as a guerrilla with Maj. Hugh Paul Seagrim, a lanky man nicknamed "Grandfather Longlegs."

The Japanese announced that their reprisals would end if Seagrim surrendered, so the officer walked into their camp, only to be executed with seven Karen companions. He remains a legend among the Karen.

"He was a great chap. We trusted him. He inspired the Karen people," says Simeon U, squatting on the floor of a bamboo hut at Mae Rama Luang, a camp embedded in a remote valley housing 20,000 Karen refugees.

When the Japanese invaded, the Burma Independence Army, an armed group composed mainly of the Burman ethnic majority, joined them in hopes of wresting independence from Britain, the colonial ruler. Among their targets were the Karen, whom the British had much favored.

When the British retreated to India, some, like Seagrim, managed to stay behind and later were joined by other British soldiers who infiltrated back into the country. They organized the Karen into a fighting force.

But for the Karen, the war did not end with Japan's defeat. In 1949, a year after Burma gained its independence, the tribe rose in rebellion, having failed to secure a state of its own as the British had promised. It would become the world's longest insurgency.

In 1989 Burma's military rulers changed the country's name to Myanmar, though much of the world still refers to it as Burma.

The struggle has taken a massive toll: an estimated half a million people driven from their homes in Myanmar's Karen state, 150,000 of them living as refugees in Thailand.

The United Nations and human rights groups have detailed widespread killings, rape, torture, forced labor and burning of villages as the regime campaigns to deny the rebels support from the civilian population.

"We had nothing to eat. The Burmese soldiers came and stole our rice. We left with nothing," says Sein Aye. In his late 80s, he lives in a small hut in Mae La Camp, existing on rations from aid groups. He lists his worldly possessions as two sarongs, three shirts and a broken watch.

The veterans' plight was virtually unknown until 1998 when Sally Steen, a British aid worker with ancestral roots in colonial Burma, visited the border and met an 87-year-old ex-soldier who had served with the Burma Rifles. He was caring for a mentally impaired daughter, suffered from severe asthma and was destitute.

"When I asked him what I could do to help, he said, 'I'd like you to inform my officers,' " Steen recounts. "In other words, [he felt that] his officers still had a responsibility."

Steen formed her own group, Help 4 Forgotten Allies, because support was not forthcoming from the British government.

"That is a dead duck. They will not give pensions. … They are adamant," says Steen, who is based in England.

In the past, officials have said the Karen are ineligible because they fought alongside the British rather than in British units.

The Burma Forces Welfare Assn. exists in England to help the veterans and used to give them annual grants of $110. The grants stopped in 2008, but some will be renewed, Steen said. Last year, her group gave about $65 to each of more than 150 veterans and their widows. She admits it was a "miserable sum."

Yet, few of the veterans show any rancor.

"The British government did its best to try to give us our own state," says Simeon U. "Then, I did what I had to do. Now, I want the new generation, my sons, to take over and continue the struggle."

Ka Paw Say, who helped to clandestinely distribute Steen's grants to veterans in Myanmar, said some of those he met imagined the British had come back to liberate them. "They were so thankful for the money, and they wanted some milk and bread, which they had not eaten since the British days," he said.

In the refugee camp, after telling his life story to a visitor, Dwe Maung asks to sing a song. The words, in the Karen language, pour out loud and clear as though he were still a young, eager trooper: "When you hear the sounds of the buffalo horn, the soldiers will gather. … Our flag will rise. We will fight bravely for king and country."

Exiled, widowed, nearly blind and almost penniless, the old fighter waves a dirty, rolled-up towel over his head, and a smile sweeps across his furrowed face.

Next to him, Sein Aye rises from his chair with the help of a long cane. Then he stands, parade-ground erect, and says goodbye to a visitor with a flawless British Army salute.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Sodomy is the new black.

Doogie Howser and the guy with whom he shares a rectum are about to buy two babies from some poor deluded woman. [I don't hear the left-hypocrites screaming about the sacred 14th Amendment in this case.]

Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka Are Expecting Twins
Neil Patrick Harris, who directed the recent Hollywood Bowl production of Rent, and his partner David Burtka (Tulsa in the Bernadette Peters revival of Gypsy) are expecting twins via a surrogate, according to eonline.com.

The babies are due in October. Harris tweeted Aug. 14: "So, get this: David and I are expecting twins this fall. We're super excited/nervous/thrilled. Hoping the press can respect our privacy..."


Never mind the horrific pile of mortal sin here, kiddies, that's just Hollyweird. How about the dumbass expecting privacy immediately after announcing his crime to the world?

Those twins are going to need some serious therapy in a few years. Please remember them in your prayers.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Did you ever wonder what rich, white, stupid, nulliparous, and way past their prime Hollyweird bimbos think about the joys of unwed motherhood?

Nope, me neither.

This cow is actually starting to make Angelina Jolie look like a genius.

Jennifer Aniston: Women Don't Need Men to Be Good Moms

Oh, just in case you aren't rich and stupid, here is a dose of reality for you: 36% of single-parent households live below the poverty line while only 6% of two-parent households do.

Put that in your jug-eared commie and smoke it.

The Sickest Thing Of The Year

From the perverts at Hawthorne Village Collectibles in Niles, IL.


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The mind simply boggles, kiddies. May God have mercy on our immortal souls.

Obamaism means the extirpation of the middle class.

It is no big surprise to those of us who can read and know what to read. Still, it is disturbing to see quite a few marginally reasonable folks acting as if Ol' Dumbo Ears is just another American politician - like Millard Filmore with a tan (racist) - and giving him credit for his "good intentions". Let's just hope he's too big of a pussy to start shooting people who don't jump high enough. [Known in history as "getting his Stalin up".]

Anyway, here's a bit of common sense economics from the Wall Street Journal that Paul Krugman would call "obscurantist fascist racism".



Why I'm Not Hiring

By MICHAEL P. FLEISCHER


With unemployment just under 10% and companies sitting on their cash, you would think that sooner or later job growth would take off. I think it's going to be later—much later. Here's why.

Meet Sally (not her real name; details changed to preserve privacy). Sally is a terrific employee, and she happens to be the median person in terms of base pay among the 83 people at my little company in New Jersey, where we provide audio systems for use in educational, commercial and industrial settings. She's been with us for over 15 years. She's a high school graduate with some specialized training. She makes $59,000 a year—on paper. In reality, she makes only $44,000 a year because $15,000 is taken from her thanks to various deductions and taxes, all of which form the steep, sad slope between gross and net pay.

Daniel Henninger discusses how Robert Rubin and Alan Greenspan agree that Americans should send more of their paychecks to Washington. Also, Fannie and Freddie ask for more cash within weeks of an Obama pledge to end taxpayer rescues.

Before that money hits her bank, it is reduced by the $2,376 she pays as her share of the medical and dental insurance that my company provides. And then the government takes its due. She pays $126 for state unemployment insurance, $149 for disability insurance and $856 for Medicare. That's the small stuff. New Jersey takes $1,893 in income taxes. The federal government gets $3,661 for Social Security and another $6,250 for income tax withholding. The roughly $13,000 taken from her by various government entities means that some 22% of her gross pay goes to Washington or Trenton. She's lucky she doesn't live in New York City, where the toll would be even higher.

Employing Sally costs plenty too. My company has to write checks for $74,000 so Sally can receive her nominal $59,000 in base pay. Health insurance is a big, added cost: While Sally pays nearly $2,400 for coverage, my company pays the rest—$9,561 for employee/spouse medical and dental. We also provide company-paid life and other insurance premiums amounting to $153. Altogether, company-paid benefits add $9,714 to the cost of employing Sally.

Then the federal and state governments want a little something extra. They take $56 for federal unemployment coverage, $149 for disability insurance, $300 for workers' comp and $505 for state unemployment insurance. Finally, the feds make me pay $856 for Sally's Medicare and $3,661 for her Social Security.

When you add it all up, it costs $74,000 to put $44,000 in Sally's pocket and to give her $12,000 in benefits. Bottom line: Governments impose a 33% surtax on Sally's job each year.

Because my company has been conscripted by the government and forced to serve as a tax collector, we have lost control of a big chunk of our cost structure. Tax increases, whether cloaked as changes in unemployment or disability insurance, Medicare increases or in any other form can dramatically alter our financial situation. With government spending and deficits growing as fast as they have been, you know that more tax increases are coming—for my company, and even for Sally too.

Companies have also been pressed into serving as providers of health insurance. In a saner world, health insurance would be something that individuals buy for themselves and their families, just as they do with auto insurance. Now, adding to the insanity, there is ObamaCare.

Every year, we negotiate a renewal to our health coverage. This year, our provider demanded a 28% increase in premiums—for a lesser plan. This is in part a tax increase that the federal government has co-opted insurance providers to collect. We had never faced an increase anywhere near this large; in each of the last two years, the increase was under 10%.

To offset tax increases and steepening rises in health-insurance premiums, my company needs sustainably higher profits and sales—something unlikely in this "summer of recovery." We can't pass the additional costs onto our customers, because the market is too tight and we'd lose sales. Only governments can raise prices repeatedly and pretend there will be no consequences.

And even if the economic outlook were more encouraging, increasing revenues is always uncertain and expensive. As much as I might want to hire new salespeople, engineers and marketing staff in an effort to grow, I would be increasing my company's vulnerability to government decisions to raise taxes, to policies that make health insurance more expensive, and to the difficulties of this economic environment.

A life in business is filled with uncertainties, but I can be quite sure that every time I hire someone my obligations to the government go up. From where I sit, the government's message is unmistakable: Creating a new job carries a punishing price.

Mr. Fleischer is president of Bogen Communications Inc. in Ramsey, N.J.

Sunday, August 08, 2010

Hey, the World Cup is finally over. I think...

Thankfully, the quadrennial snorefest did end sometime after it began earlier this year. I guess...

I know it is hard to believe, but it was actually worse than ever. Tens of thousands of morons blew incessantly into cheap plastic horns [google "vuvuzela + brain damage] so real sports fans couldn't even take part in the best thing about soccer - the two hour in-game nap.

But it got even worse than that. The left-fascist white racist elites shouted down opposition to the dopey horns with charges of...What's the magic word, kiddies? Yes, you guessed it: RACISM. You see, kiddies, good sportsmanship is racist and so is making fun of "African culture".

Only a totalitarian could consider a $2 plastic horn that has been around for only a couple of decades a part of anybody's culture. And only white leftist racists could believe there is such a thing as "African culture". Those of us with brains [and without anti-human political agendas] know Africa has thousands of cultures and lying about that is really racist.

You see, kiddies, lefttards say others are "racist" whenever something they have done screws up the life [or ends it prematurely] of someone whose skin is the shade of...oh, I don't know...Benito Insane Okhrana's or darker. It also comes in handy when they want to intimidate their weak-minded opponents.

Sadly, it does seem to work.

Always remember kiddies: "Minds are like rectums. Don't let anyone screw with yours." [The naughty bits have been changed to protect the innocent.]

Los Straitjackets en vivo!

Real music is alive and well, kiddies. On Friday night I had the pleasure to see two great bands.

The opening act was The Eilen Jewell Band, featuring a cute little singer with a big voice and a big guitar autographed by Loretta Lynn, a VERY professional drummer, an honest-to-goodness upright bass, and an excellent guitar player who looked like The Man With No Eyes from Cool Hand Luke. Their set included covers of songs by Them [I'm Gonna Dress In Black"], Agent Orange ["Shakin' All Over"!!!!!!!!!!!!], and several selections from their Loretta Lynn tribute album ["Fist City", "Don't Come Home A-Drinkin' (With Lovin' On Your Mind)"].

After a waaaaaay too short set by Eilen and friends, Los Straitjackets took the stage. Playing masked Mexican Surf 'N' Roll straight out of Memphis, there are no words that can do this band justice. They must be seen to be believed.

These are the kinds of bands we need to support, kiddies. Buy their cds and t-shirts [and Mexican wrestling masks in the case of Los Straitjackets] but most importantly support them by going to see them LIVE.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A: They made sure the trains to the extermination camps ran on time.

Q: What did the intellectual cesspool known as Oliver Stone mean when he said his new movie would put Hitler and Stalin "into context".

Of course, Ollie's apology was quickly accepted by the Hollyweird cretins.

Here's a riddle for you kiddies:

Why is the Jew-hater Mel Gibson's career over while the Jew-hater Oliver Stone will continue to rake in millions?

Because Ollie is a Jew-hater on the right side of history.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

DING-DONG, THE DING-DONG'S DEAD!

Well, politically dead. Ol' Senator Brain Damage will continue to haul his carcass to DC until next January. Intellectually, he never existed at all.
What a joyous day in Totalitarian Pennsylvania! And all The Party of Blasphemy, Buggery, and 'Bortion did was run a Sleestak against Mumblin' Arlen.
Of course, it wasn't just any old Sleestak from Land of the Lost [see 1970's TV, kiddies, not that miserable movie]. Nope, they found themselves a "retired" Admiral Sleestak. Imagine that! A Democrass with an actual war record...
Well, maybe. It seems the U.S. Navy whacked Admiral Sleestak for some sort of misbehavior, but he won't release his records, so we don't know exactly what kind of moron, goofball, or pervert Sleestak is.
HE SOUNDS LIKE THE KIND OF GUY WHO GETS ELECTED TO THE SENATE FROM PENNSYLVANIA!
Get used to hearing "Senator Sleestak" starting in November.

BTW, congrats to Slow Eddie and the Jug-Eared Commie Creep for doing "everything they could" to help poor old Arlen.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Memo To The US Catholic Bishops [and that great example of Catholic womanhood, Rep. Fancy Fakenosy]:

Jesus would establish the rule of law [not men] and property rights in Mexico so her poor and oppressed would stay there. That is what He would do.
[Do not blame me for this translation, blame Babel Fish.]


Jesús establecería el Estado de Derecho [no hombres] y el derecho de propiedad en México así que sus pobres y opreso permanecerían allí. Eso es lo que él haría.
[No me culpe por esta traducción, culpa Babelfish.]

Does Your Werewolf Do The Dog?

That's the title of a song still being written. It is not a ripoff of "Does Your Pussy Do The Dog?" by The Cramps or "Does Your Werewolf Bark?" by The Washington Dead Cats, though it is stylistically and thematically similar.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

What do Renoir and Dos Passos have in common?

...or, what did each man eventually learn?

Kiddies, if you can discover the what and the why, there may be hope for you [and all of us] yet.

Here are a few hints:

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/Renoirs-Controversial-Second-Act.html
http://www.philamuseum.org/exhibitions/359.html
http://www.amazon.com/John-Dos-Passos-Twentieth-Century-Odyssey/dp/0786705272


BTW, all of you good little kiddies who have recently realized that Benito Hussein Okhrana and the rest of The Party of Blasphemy, Buggery, and 'Bortion are in the process of completing a coup d'etat are a bit late. Our Constitution died the moment we let the Supreme Court "interpret" it. That is pretty much our entire history, kiddies. The lesson to be learned is this: You can't build anything good on the foundation of The Endarkenment.

Well, good luck kiddies. I have to get back to hoarding incandescent light bulbs. Those compact fluorescent thingees are a left-fascist plot to ruin our eyes [along with movies, TVs, and the internet] so we won't be able to read books with the truth in them.


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First of all, the word is SEX, not GENDER. If you are ever tempted to use the word GENDER, don't. The word is SEX! SEX! SEX! SEX! For example: "My sex is male." is correct. "My gender is male." means nothing. Look it up. What kind of sick neo-Puritan nonsense is this? Idiot left-fascists, get your blood-soaked paws off the English language. Hence I am choosing "male" under protest.

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