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Someone Inspire Me, Please

Contrary to what you may have thought, I’m not dead.

I did, however, sink into a deep blue funk that gradually turned into the blackest depression. It was the depression of a man gradually becoming convinced that he was the only sane man left in a world gone stark raving mad. I have written elsewhere that my defining characteristic is my patriotism, the only non-conflicted message I received from my utterly incompatible parents. As a patriot, I knew that my country was rife with people who were Americans in a technical sense only, having entirely missed the point of the country. With gut-wrenching despair, I look around and it seems as if those are the only kind left. It sometimes seems as if those Americans who  thought and felt as I do were only a mirage. I feel so terribly alone. I am surrounded by people who look at the swarthy madman with unthinking adulation that goes beyond worship. At first, I was merely angry because I believed it would take at least 20 years to mop up the mess he would make. Now I am terrified for my children and grandchildren because I realize I was too optimistic. In a couple of months the madman has done more damage to my nation  than I had assumed was possible in a 4-year term, and he seems to just be getting started. Occasionally, people try to console me by saying that control of Congress will change in 2010 just like it did in 1994, and Obama, like Clinton, will be kept on a short leash. People, I fear that if elections are still permitted in 2 years, they will only be show elections with Acorn providing the oversight.

My usual sources of consolation, talk radio, Fox News, and certain blogs, no longer do the trick for me. They continue to preach “reasonable” measures: debate, education, pressuring elected officals with calls, letters, the ocassional well-behaved protests, and others. People, those measures are no longer adequate. That ship has sailed. Instead, these pundits and commentators bitterly denounce the people who, like me,  believe it is time to take the next step, to take a page from the enemy’s playbook and prepare ourselves  for the likely violent reaction from those that now hold a monopoly on power. We are ruled by raving lunatics that expect us to provide the fuel for our own immolation, and to be grateful for the honor of doing so. I fear that we are not just doomed as a nation, we are just doomed…period.

Someone convince me that I’m wrong. Someone convince me that there is hope.

Where to Start?

Well friends, it’s here. Like you, I had hoped America could dodge this bullet one more time but, alas, it was not to be. Instead, the bullet has struck Uncle Sam at high velocity directly in the center of his forehead. The hysterical, irrational cheering of the assassin’s supporters will probably drown out the thud as the nation’s body hits the ground.

I didn’t blog for a while because I needed to know how this election would turn out in order to know what needed to be said. After that, I didn’t blog because I was too sick to my stomach to do it. After that, the most significant reason of all. I just didn’t know where to start.

I didn’t know where to start not because of a lack of things to say. Rather, I was stumped by the plethora of things that needed to be said and all needing to be said first. My indecision censored me more effectively than Obamafascism ever will. So I decided to follow some old advice I got so long ago I’ve forgotten the source or the exact words, but to paraphrase: If life gives you more than you think you can chew, stick your fork in somewhere and start chewing.

The current Messiah and future Pariah’s election is a swift kick in the crotch of the nation. By the time the gullible realize what they haved done, it will be too late. The One will have 2 or 3 years left on what we all hope will be his single term. Yes, things will get worse before they get better. That was a foregone conclusion anyway. But now, things will be much, much worse before they get better in a much more distant future.

There is one Pollyannaish high point though. I’ve often felt adrift and without a overarching purpose in life. Not because there weren’t lofty goals and worthy battles to be fought, far from it. It just always seemed that the loftiest goals and worthiest battles had all been fought and won. B. Hussein Obama gives real Americans just one gift. The gift of a worthy cause. If The Pariah accomplishes even a tiny fraction of his agenda we will have a multitude of fresh villainies to struggle against, along with all the old ones he will gleefully and ignorantly bring back.

Don’t submit. Don’t succumb to despair. Don’t go quietly into that good night. The Pariah’s mind is poisoned with toxic ideology. He is too arrogant and self-absorbed to see it coming. Be vigilant for every bit of exposed vulnerable flesh in his hide, then latch on like a rabid Pit Bull and never, never let go.

For those of you that love this country. For those of you that love and admire its founding principles. For those that adore this child of the Enlightenment. Where to start? Anywhere you can find an opening.

I swear by my life and my love of it that Der Obamaführer will not prevail.

Liberal Democats: Welcome to the Conservative Republican World

Reading the Washington Post article started with a certain giddy delight. That feeling turned into pure unadulterated schadenfreude when I read this:

That’s how it goes in the Heath home, and how it has always gone. It’s a household that explains much about Palin, 44, and how she acquired her set-jawed, swaggering demeanor, one that her mother first noticed “about the time she started to walk.” Above all, the house suggests how she came by her dissident, out-of-category feminism, a code by which she tackles old-boy networks relentlessly, while remaining blank if not unsympathetic on traditional women’s issues with a capital W, such as sexism in the workplace.

“I’m a little absent from that discussion, because I’ve never thought of gender as an issue,” she told Alaska Business Monthly after being elected governor in 2006.

All of which reminds me of a favorite Ann Coulter quote which I’m likely paraphrasing: “When we solve a problem, we lose an issue.” All of which may explain why professional grievance-mongers can convince the droves of voters with short memories to vote them back in to deal with problems they caused in the first place.

Welcome to our world, leftists of all kinds. You work feverishly to solve a problem, then along comes another generation of voters who didn’t grow up with the problem and—voilà!—everything that was traditional is radical again. Such as the hard-working professional woman who dreams of the day that her husband makes enough money that she can stay home and raise their children. “Blasphemy!” they shrieked.

Women have had, and still do have, legitimate grievances that need to be addressed, but not so many as feminists have frantically tried to have us believe. For instance, the average woman’s attitude about the right to be drafted and sent into a combat zone consists mostly of: Would you butch bitches please stop helping us? In the 60s and early 70s I lost count of the number of women who said that, other than equal-pay-for-equal-work, feminism offered nothing that they wanted.

I’ve pondered the issue for years and I think that, for the majority of real-world women, feminism should be a process of “adding to” as opposed to the elitist feminists “substituting for”. That means that many women wish to keep what they’ve traditionally had as women while adding to it certain things which were unfairly denied. The sisters of the latter-day feminist movement have insisted on a throw-out-the-baby-with-the-bath-water approach. Then they affect amazement and hurt when most women balk at the idea of being penisless men.

The Left may succeed in destroying Sarah Palin. I hope they don’t, purely on the basis that the words “President Obama” frighten any rational person to the point of incontinence. But it is possible they can destroy her— temporarily. The plucky gal didn’t have much time to prepare for this ordeal, but her razor sharp mind can absorb a lot in 4 to 8 years. Then we’ll be treated to the sight of Katie Couric running from the interview room in tears.

Step Up and Meet Henry A. #2: Master Logician and Keen Military Mind

Next on the Henry A. hit parade is a brief conversation that occurred while on the bus coming home from the work site. The topic? Our shiny new president, Ronald Reagan, and the policies he was implementing

Henry, of course, was convinced that the bowels of Hell had rent asunder and vomited Reagan out upon an unsuspecting Earth. He very likely would have said that Reagan was the very quintessence of evil, if Henry had know what the word quintessence meant.

Henry was heartsick about the welfare reforms that were going down. Mr. A. is one of those tragic folks that doesn’t realize that the phrase “vital social programs” is oxymoronic. President Reagan was killing that stuff, Henry insisted, “Just as it was starting to work.” And no, Henry didn’t see the irony of mega-expensive programs that had been in place for over 50 years just beginning to work. Which we all know that they weren’t, but that’s beside the point.

I reasonably pointed out that we could no longer afford to waste money on programs that either did nothing to solve the problem, or actually made it worse. Henry protested that those programs could easily be funded by eliminating or reducing unnecessary government expenditures. His top candidate? The military, whose funding he proposed reducing by 99%. All of which led to the following exchange:

Me: But we would be attacked by our enemies.

Henry (rolling eyes): Ain’t nobody gonna attack us.

Me: Why wouldn’t they.

Henry: ‘Cuz we got the biggest military.

Me: But you just reduced it by 99%!

Henry: “Cuz we didn’t need it.

Me: Why didn’t we need it?

Henry: Ain’t nobody gonna attack us.

Me: Why not?

Henry: “Cuz we got the biggest military.

It actually continued on for several more cycles, but I won’t inflict that on you. Just know that after I jumped off the merry-go-round. I criticized his logic, for which comment I was informed, “White people just don’t get it.”

My point? This is an example of what lies behind the multicultural BS that’s killing us. This is a man from a culture that is notorious for exalting “passion” over logic and reason. A culture that has failed dismally and yet is still regarded as superior by those born into it. A culture that honestly believes that the only reason they can’t have two mutually exclusive states existing side-by-side is the “Man’s” narrow-minded thinking or outright oppression of them.

Another point: There is no point trying to bring people like this on board. When they get to this point, they either save themselves or they don’t get saved at all. When a human being makes it all the way to adulthood with beliefs like these festering in his brain, he is pretty much beyond redemption. I grieve for all the time, effort, and money wasted trying to redeem the irredeemable, as you should.

Step Up and Meet Henry A: Purveyor of Fine Racist Bile

Many years ago, in my hardhat-wearing days, I had the opportunity to meet one of the finest examples of a hate-mongering minority racist. I was glad to have met him, even though an hour of talking to him was like a year in some kind of intellectual Hell. I was glad because I learned things from him that more taciturn and thoughtful minority racists would never say to a WASPy blue-eyed devil such as me. He was not my usual partner, but because we usually worked in isolated two-man teams and I worked for that company for six years, I can honestly say that I had to spend literally weeks of my life with the man. He would often be friendly, but stated explicitly that we weren’t friends and that he held my race, my culture, my nation, and my religion in the utmost contempt.

I’ll just shorten his name to Henry A.

Henry was a Mexican, not a Mexican-American, by his own declared convictions. As deplorable as all good Americans find the dreaded hyphenated American, Henry was worse. He didn’t want the good name of Mexico sullied in such an association. Even though his family had lived in the US for generations.

Henry had an ex-wife he liked to badmouth. She was a black woman of similar attitude and they produced one child who looked just like the curly-headed kid in the old Oscar Meyer commercials (“My bologna has a first name…..”) After a session of particularly vitriolic denunciations of her, I asked him how the hell two such incompatible people had ever gotten together in the first place. He looked at me as if I had lost my mind and told me they had plenty in common. Naturally, I asked what, to which he replied condescendingly, “We both hate white people.” Of course, if I applied that logic to my life my dating pool would be restricted to the Aryan Nations or some such unsavory racist groups. Logic was not Henry’s strong suit, and he considered consistency to be a tool of white oppression.

Even I, however, never fully grasped the depths of illogic and unreason that lurk in the minority racist’s mind and soul until Henry showed them to me. One day Henry was “treating” me to a diatribe about the injustice of American society that compelled him to live an impoverished lifestyle in the scummiest part of town. Then, to my shock and horror, he invoked me as an exemplar of that injustice. Of course, I demanded to know what he based that on. My offense, as it turns out was that I owned my own home (and I had since I was 19), lived in a good neighborhood by the river and the biggest park in town, and worst of all I drove a new car. Henry, on the other hand lived in the slummiest neighborhood in town with a sky-high crime rate, few amenities, and he drove a 10-year old car. Since we both worked the same job at the same rate of pay for the same number of hours and lived such disparate lifestyles, he proclaimed that disparity as ironclad proof of the viciously unfair nature of American society.

I probably just should have pointed out that dozens of Latinos at the company lived as well or better than I did and dropped the issue. But no, I had to try to help the guy out. It was obvious to me; Henry had no clue about the real reason that he was poor. So I started asking him questions.

I asked him if he and his woman drank, then smoked cigarettes, then snuff, then smoked marijuana, used other drugs, and if they gambled. All of which questions were answered in the affirmative along with angry demands to know why the questions were relevant. Henry daily drank beer, tequila, and whiskey. He smoked multiple packs of cigarettes a day and “dipped” snuff as well. He and his wife smoke numerous ounces of marijuana per week, along with other drugs as availability permitted. He also enjoy losing a few bucks at the card table.

I had Henry right where I wanted him, I thought. I was sure my logic would show him the error of his ways and he would either change, or at least stop being such an insufferable bigot. I questioned him about the price associated with each of his “hobbies” and he reluctantly gave them to me. When he was done, I added them all up and came up with a figure I was certain would prove my point. The combined costs of his and his woman’s vices alone were higher than my first and second mortgages, car payments, all utilities, and food and gas costs—combined. I happily announced that he could live as well as I did in my neighborhood if he quite drinking, doping, smoking, dipping, and gambling as I had done. What did I get for my efforts? The following statement:

“That’s just like you peckerwoods. Always trying to tell us people of color how to live.”

Naturally, Henry doesn’t speak for his entire demographic group. Doubtless, not even the majority of it. But he does hold and speak the thoughts of millions of people that live in this country. It is bad enough when we have people who can’t understand that having your cake and eating it too are mutually exclusive. It is worse when we have people like Henry who believe, and demand, that he have his cake and eat it too. Also, that you make the cake, deliver it to him, feed it to him, and then apologize because the cake wasn’t chocolate. My point? Once again it is simply this:

I’ve put forward this example, and will put forth others, to illustrate that America’s false reverence for compromise and accomodation need to end. Certainly we should try to come to a mutually beneficial agreement (not compromise or appeasement) whenever possible. If, however, it isn’t possible then you must strive to win the conflict, or you’re an idiot. Six years of reasoning with Henry A. never availed me of anything, except unnecessary stress. In the end, his heart and mind were as rotten with hate as when I started. Henry A., and others of his ilk, can only be beaten. If we don’t fight them now, we’ll be obeying them later.

Upcoming Opportunities to Be Offended

Memorandum

From: Memo Writer
Topic: That Burning Sensation in Your Ears Is the Truth

Abstract: The management intends to begin a series of posts dealing frankly with race, ethnicity, nationality, culture, religion, and other topics only liberals are allowed to talk about. Over the last several years management has reluctantly modified his position on these issues and reassessed what needs to be done in the best interest of the United States. Management will illustrate his positions and reasons for them with detailed anecdotes of personal encounters he has had. It has been the experience of management that liberals whine when confronted with similar views, with the exception of minority liberals, who squeal like stuck pigs and threaten bloody violence. Therefore, management would like to preface these posts with the following position statements:

Item 1: The Memo Writer was pro-minority rights before being pro-minority rights was cool.

Item 2: When the Memo Writer asks a group of liberals for a show of hands as to who has dated a person of another race, his hand is usually the only one in the air.

Item 3: The Memo Writer’s best friend, and best man at his wedding, is half Mexican

Item 4: The Memo Writer once had his heart broken at the loss of a child he was fostering, a 3/4s black girl left by an in-law.

Item5: When he was in the Navy, the Memo Writer treated the Filipino women with the utmost respect, even the bar girls, for which they often expressed gratitude.

Item 6: The Memo Writer likes all women, but admits that he finds exotic women particularly compelling and has always dreamed of taking a special such woman for his wife, though fate has always frustrated him in this goal.

Item 7: The Memo Writer must admit he is baffled when people  warn him about the mixed-race children that would result from a union such as in Item 6.

Item 8: What many people interpret as racism in the Memo Writer is, in fact, culturalism. The Memo Writer scoffs at the idea that any race is significantly better than any other on a genetic basis. He does, however, acknowledge the fact that all men, women, and especially cultures are not created equal. That some cultures, especially Western Civilization, are vastly and demonstrably superior to others.

Item 9: The Memo Writer’s pro-Western and pro-American beliefs do not mean he thinks his ethnic group is genetically superior to yours. The Memo Writer does not derive his sense of identity from his race. He derives it primarily from his nationality

Item 10: The Memo Writer believes that anyone can dump the garbage that was their old culture, take up the mantle of Americanism, and be his equal, possibly even his superior, in any endeavor.

The Liberal Lexicon: “G” Words and Phrases

The Fine Art of Liberal to English Translation

Contrary to popular belief, Liberals do speak a form of English. Their dialect, though strange, is quite similar to American English. In fact, the vocabulary, grammar, syntax, and even the accents are identical. So what accounts for all the heartache and confusion that plagues Libero-American relations? The answer is semantics, the linguistic field of word meanings. The concepts identified by the same words are often quite different between Liberal and American English. As a token of my desire to bridge this gap I humbly submit these translations.

The Definitions

1. Gay—A term that formerly meant “very happy” but now designates someone who engages in male-on-male sex, while feminists find this undesirable because it makes not one but two men happy, it is still pretty nifty.
2. Germany—a formerly fierce European nation that is gradually becoming more effeminate than the French.
3. Girl—future victim of male exploitation.
4. God— the planet Earth, which we are not fit to walk upon.
5. Greed—An antisocial desire to keep money one has earned.
6. Gridlock— when conservatives don’t roll over and play dead.
7. Gulf War, First— A Republican temper tantrum resulting in the death of hundreds of thousands of Iraqi social workers who were just visiting their neighbors.
8. Gulf War, Second— A childish attempt by a son to impress his father by invading a sovereign country, killing innocent foreign tourists, and deposing a kindly stateman who had been duly elected by 100% of eligible voters.

Infants in Hell

Recently, we’ve all been treated to the spectacle of pro-abortion protesters screeching spittle-laden bile at calm and somewhat befuddled pro-life protesters. I’ve avoided the issue of abortion in my blog because life has taught me it is a totally polarized, and polarizing, issue. As such, there really is no winning a debate on the topic if you define winning as persuading someone against abortion. I’ve found that it is very rare for someone to actually switch sides. When it happens, it is usually because the person involved has finally realized that there are things more important than their short-term best interests and convenience, as many women made infertile directly or indirectly by the procedure can attest.

My oldest child was conceived while I was a Senior in high school. I was astounded by the almost universal reaction to this event. Almost to the last person, the question asked was, “Have you scheduled the abortion yet?” This was done by future in-laws (ironically, all good true-believing Catholics), friends, our teachers, the school counselors, medical people, and especially people at the clinic. When we announced our plans to keep our child, the near universal response was a groan, an eye-roll, and the exasperated words, “Oh, God!” You might say we made the wrong choice, but that “potential human being” is about to turn 30 years-old, is my only son, is a journeyman electrician, and has given me 3 totally awesome grandchildren. Sure, my life was harder, but I have no regrets, and I sleep well at night.

Not to say I didn’t waver from time to time in my opposition to the practice. While I would never consider the practice myself, I was occasionally partially persuaded by the arguments of the “pro-choice” crowd. (I hate that euphemism. What’s next? Will murdering an adult become “retroactive choice”?) I could never go totally over the line because, no matter what my mind said, my heart just kept screaming, “Hell no!” I bounced around like this for several years until about 25 years ago, I happened to be reading a book by Ayn Rand. I was reading an essay on human rights, human worth, and human dignity. It was very compelling. Finally, I read something that clicked in my mind and I said, That’s it! That’s why abortion is wrong!” To my horror, when I resumed reading the very next sentence stated that what I had just read was why the right to an abortion was absolute! Talk about cognitive dissonance. This all goes back to what I said about polarization and the difficulty of actually persuading someone by rational argument.

It is one thing to argue with someone who had his facts wrong, or has misinterpreted the facts, or some other issue relating to getting the true facts. The problem lies when people have the same facts, do a legitimate analysis—and come up with exactly the opposite answer than you did! You and your adversary have placed value judgments on the same data and come up with tragically opposite positions. I have come to believe that the pro-abortion stance isn’t so much immoral as it is amoral. In my conversations, and arguments with pro-abortion people, I don’t feel that something is wrong with them so much as I come away with the queasy feeling that something is missing.

The take home lesson there is that these people will never, and can never, be persuaded appeals to morals, ethics, logic, or reason. They can only be, and must be, defeated. To do otherwise is to waste valuable time while people die.

I’ve heard arguments that we should let the pro-abortion crowd have their abortions. That since they tend to be hard-core leftists they will weed themselves out of the gene pool. A good theory, but it breaks down in practice. Leftists import people from other countries to breed the dim-witted left-wing voters they are too lazy, or gay, to breed themselves. Besides, I think that is a rather cynical way to look at it. A newborn is innocent until it can make a conscious choice to do wrong. You have to give them a chance. They might decided to rebel against their parents by putting down the crack pipe and going out and getting a job.

Even the leftists claim that there is a responsibility, or even a duty, to watch out for and protect the weak, innocent, and vulnerable. What is more weak and innocent than an infant? What is more vulnerable than a weak and innocent infant trapped inside its murderer’s body? That truly is an infant in Hell.

Public Education Must Die! #2

Reason Online once had an intriguing article by John Stossel on American education. He discusses an ABC Special Report that he did entitled “Stupid in America”.

As I’m sure that I’ve mentioned at some point, I’m a recovering public school teacher myself. A career that I committed myself to in a moment of altruistic weakness. I know, it’s a horrible thing for a individualistic, scientific, capitalistic, Objectivist, Age of Reason-loving man to do to himself. But after years of meeting and dealing with working teachers I began to feel a calling.

I realized that many of those kids probably went days at a time without hearing a rational voice, or without having their spirits and rational yearnings crushed, either by the teachers themselves of the pack animal-like mentality of their fellow students. I decided that I could make my contribution in that way.

Unfortunately, this was not to be so. When I started out I figured the easiest way to be a good teacher would be not to do all the stupid things my teachers did while I was growing up. All this accomplished was a greater appreciation of what my favorite teachers went through. It seems that half the stupid stuff my teachers said or did was district policy, the other half was state law. Maybe this is why administrators view innovation as equaling insurrection.

So we Americans pay more for education than any other nation on Earth and then get the following from Stossel’s article:

…we gave identical tests to high school students in New Jersey and in Belgium. The Belgian kids cleaned the American kids’ clocks. The Belgian kids called the American students “stupid.”

We didn’t pick smart kids to test in Europe and dumb kids in the United States. The American students attend an above-average school in New Jersey, and New Jersey’s kids have test scores that are above average for America.

The American boy who got the highest score told me: “I’m shocked, ’cause it just shows how advanced they are compared to us.”

We start off with a reminder of a peculiarly American phenomenon. The more time American kids spend in school the less they seem to know.

At age ten, American students take an international test and score well above the international average. But by age fifteen, when students from forty countries are tested, the Americans place twenty-fifth. The longer kids stay in American schools, the worse they do in international competition. They do worse than kids from countries that spend much less money on education.

This is a similar phenomenon to the one that Michael Barone wrote about in “Hard America, Soft America: Competition vs. Coddling and the Battle for the Nation’s Future“. It famously asked how a nation that produces so many spectacularly incompetent 18 year-olds can simultaneously produce so many extraordinarily competent 30 year-olds. In a nutshell, Soft American coddles them until they are 18 or so, then dumps them unprepared into the clutches of Hard America which rapidly separates the wheat from the chaff. A civilian baptism of fire if you will.

I find it interesting that Barone chose those two ages to compare. They are 12 years apart; the same amount of time it takes to earn a high school diploma. One might say that students spend 12 years getting their diploma and 12 years getting over getting it.

I have personal experience with this. I was fortunate (unfortunate?) to be smart enough to skate through public school. I could learn by “osmosis” as some people say, or as I liked to call it, the sit and “soak method”. Except for math, I could passively absorb enough information to pass my tests. I was the kind of student who got an A on almost every test, but a zero on almost every homework assignment because I rarely turn any in. It usually averaged out to a C and I could keep concentrating on “important” things, usually the bosom on the girl sitting next to me.

Going to college was almost as easy–at first. My coursework as an underclassman was pretty breezy too. Then I hit my upper division classes and found myself losing the battle against organic chemistry. I completely lacked the self-discipline necessary to tackle that course. Up until that time I had considered having to study 2 or 3 hours a week to be an outrageous burden. Nowadays, when I’m taking classes, I feel guilty if I don’t study 2 or 3 hours a day

Stossel’s article puts the blame on a cause familiar to card-carrying capitalists the world over:

This should come as no surprise once you remember that public education in the USA is a government monopoly. Don’t like your public school? Tough. The school is terrible? Tough. Your taxes fund that school regardless of whether it’s good or bad. That’s why government monopolies routinely fail their customers. Union-dominated monopolies are even worse.

And I would suspect that union-dominated government monopolies, like public schools, are the worst of all.

Tell Einstein to Sit Down and Shut Up

We’ve all seen it. That bumper sticker with the Albert Einstein quote: “You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.”  Usually it is seen on the back of a poorly-maintained 20-year-old vehicle that belches smoke like a 19th Century smokestack. Liberals love it. One of the most brilliant physicists who has ever lived agrees with their position on war and the military. But that’s the problem now isn’t it? He was a brilliant at physics and not much else. Albert would have made a good poster child for the concept of multiple intelligences if it had been circulating back then. Few things he believed, and said, are more absurd that the quote above. It shows a profound lack of understanding of basic human nature. In fact, there is a quote from another person that says exactly the opposite: “If you would live in peace, prepare for war.”

My point? Precisely this: The world is filled with people that are bright, or at least cunning, in some area and they mistakenly believe that intelligence or cunning in one area necessarily translates into intelligence in all other areas. For instance, I have an ex that was good at math, but if you put a dollar sign in front of the numbers she couldn’t add, subtract, multiply, or divide to save her life, and her check book proved it.

My advice? Generally, don’t base your assessment of other people’s intelligence on their own assessment of it. Bear in mind that it’s quite common for someone to be a genius in one area and a blithering idiot in another. Make them prove themselves in areas outside of their expertise before you rely on them.

Specifically, my advice is to bear this all in mind until the November elections. Now that His Royal Smugness is the presumptive nominee we can expect to be treated to a display of just that sort of behavior. He is obviously bright in some ways, but the few positions he has dared to take openly show him to be incapable of learning from history, even recent history. Be vigilant, and keep an eye on the gullible around you.

The Memo Writers’s Observations on Life #2

Students at the Michael Moore Elementary School proudly display their winning entry in the Independence Day banner contest. By the way, God created dirty words so liberals wouldn’t be mute.

1. People shouldn’t drink and vote.
2. Voting for Democrats is nothing to be ashamed of, as long as you do it in the dark and wash your hands afterwards. (Apologies to Robert A. Heinlein.)
3. To liberals it will always be 1969.
4. Fifty-year-old men shouldn’t wear pony-tails.
5. Public schools have turned into giant under-staffed day care centers.
6. Left-wingers keep shrieking the same old tired talking points for the same reason that skydivers keep yanking on the ripcord of a parachute that has failed to open.
7. Why aren’t more open-border proponents studying Spanish and Arabic? They’re going to need it.
8. Liberals deeply resent the religionization of Christmas.
9. Feminists hate women.
10. Children don’t want freedom as much as they want parents.
11. Liberals think failure is a virtue.
12. Real life lesbians don’t look like the ones in the movies.
13. Most university professors have lost their key to the clue locker.
14. The concept of an objective reality makes liberals wake up screaming at night.
15. The French still think they’re significant.

Do Liberals Ever Listen to Themselves? 2

Check out the video of the Denver abortion clinic protest. It’s pretty typical fare for the pro-homicide fanatics, but towards the end one of the loons makes some fairly ironic comments. He yells at an opponent, “Run your life, not your mouth! Run your life, not ours!” This is more evidence that among the lefties the absolute freedom of speech is only absolute for the proper people—themselves. If you dare disagree, you must be silenced.

Then, of course, there is the whole issue of running our own lives. Haven’t we been demanding that, in vain, since God-knows-when? Aren’t they the ones who have imposed upon us laws that say we can’t discipline our own children, that force us to send those children to schools who don’t teach but rather indoctrinate, that force us through taxation to support charities and government programs that actively work against our most deeply held values, and that try to disarm us—sometimes successfully—so that we cannot defend ourselves against the criminals whom they let roam the streets? I don’t smoke, but I find it galling that some lefties believe they have the right to tell smokers that they shouldn’t be allowed to smoke in their own homes or cars.

The sad truth that the idiot in the video doesn’t get is that they have been gleefully trying to run our lives for decades, sometimes successfully, sometimes less so, but always trying with maddeningly insane persistence. The problem for them is that this is an issue the non-lefties have decided is just one step too far, and they have dug in their heels on this one. I find it very illustrative that when confronted pro-abortionists throw a temper tantrum reminiscent of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar and desperately trying to distract from the issue at hand. If you’re not doing anything wrong, then why do you act so guilty?

I could go on, but you get the point.

Who Are All These People and Why Are They Cheering?

Years ago in my nebulous past I saw or read an item that claimed the Austrians, much like Lucy Ricardo, had “a lotta ’splainin’ to do”. Many people commonly assume that the Nazi’s annexation of Austria (the Anschluss) back in World War 2 was just another in a long line of fascist outrages from the era. No doubt that was true for many, but the fact remains that when Nazi troops marched into Austria they met, to their surprise, no resistance. Rather, they were treated to throngs of cheering locals giving fascist salutes, waving Nazi flags, and throwing flowers. The event has been referred to as the blumenkrieg-the war of flowers. The author of that long-ago piece wanted an end to the Austrian silence about those days. Most of all, he wanted to ask those cheering throngs: Exactly what were you cheering about?

I find myself asking that same question about my fellow Americans as we skip and dance blithely toward Obamageddon. An ocean of warnings about the man have gone unheeded, if not unnoticed. In a nutshell, they reduce to, “We know almost nothing about this man and the little we know is bad.” I watch my fellow Americans react to the Obamessiah and I see orgiastic scenes of my national brothers and sisters foaming at the mouth with mindless, virtually orgasmic ecstasy. I must admit, I truly didn’t realize how bad it was until an exchange I had with my best friend of nearly 30 years. I made a casual, and mild for me, comment about Obama and was shocked and astounded when he nearly bit my head off in anger. He is the most intelligent man I know. If he was sucked-in to the madness, what chance do we mere mortals have?

I have my theories about why this is, and I hope they’re all wrong. I’ve already been forced to revise my opinion about my country downward too many times already. For a man virtually defined by his patriotism, to do so is pure torture.

There have been any number of atrocities committed throughout history: the Holocaust, the Reign of Terror, bloody purges of all kinds, and so on. I’ve heard thoughtful people look back at history and ask: “How can an entire nation simply lose its mind?” I fear they soon we have all the empirical evidence that they will ever need.

The Memo Writer’s Observations on Life #1

1. Women will always hack off their hair and switch to frumpy clothes after you marry, then claim they just wanted to look nice for you.
2. Auto mechanics will always think that you’re an idiot.
3. Liberals will club you in the head repeatedly in you refuse to join their peace protest.
4. Radical Liberals abhor violence and are willing to commit any act of violence to prevent it.
5. Environmentalists firmly believe that by burning SUVs, multi-million dollars homes, ski resorts, industrial sites, and other places of employment constitutes helping their fellow man.
6. Liberals who successfully sue tobacco companies will celebrate by firing up a joint and holding the smoke until they faint.
7. Cashiers at fast-food restaurants can’t speak English.
8. Cashiers anywhere are not hired for their math skills.
9. Complaining about cashiers does no good because the manager can’t speak English.
10. In California you can entered into a long-term intimate relationship with a goat but adjusting the fast idle screw on your carburetor will get you the death penalty.
11. Celebrities are unimportant people who make their living pretending to be important people.
12. People who violently oppose petroleum drilling, transportation, exploration, pipelines, tankers, storage facilities, and refineries bitch the most about high fuel prices.
13. People who live in states with the most punitive anti-business laws attribute their unemployment to corporate greed and government conspiracies.
14. Nobody will ever live long enough to see an unscrewed-up order at a fast-food restaurant drive-through.
15. Liberals will always believe that the only justification for having a military is as a jobs program.
16. Drivers in New Mexico have their turn-signal levers welded in the off position.
17. Women with large breasts want small ones, those with small breast want large ones, medium-sized women can go either way, and they all want you to pay for the surgery.
18. Men will never end their quest for a virgin nymphomaniac.
19. Ex-wives will still call you and demand that you do chores around what used to be your house.
20. Cars only break down when you take a short-cut through the most dangerous part of the city.

Slamming Keith Olbermann

I’ve been wanting to do a thorough emasculation on MSNBC’s resident nutjob. Unfortunately, it’s been more difficult than you might expect. The man is beyond parody. Its seems that just about anything that would make for a good skewering has already been done by the smirking fool–and then bragged about.

Do Liberals Ever Listen to Themselves?

I’ve got to tell you I’m a little baffled. Hillary Clinton’s own party is trying to burn her to the ground for a statement concerning her campaign and the assassination of Bobby Kennedy. I despise the woman, and all of Joe Kennedy’s foul creche of demon spawn, but give me break—and her for that matter. At this point, I’m pretty sure the reason they’re ripping on Hillary is that she broke with the sacred texts of liberal protocol and made a coherent, cogent, rational, and worst of all—on topic comment.

Conversely, we have Barack Obama whose every third word is guaranteed to cause the electoral equivalent of the China Syndrome. But yet it doesn’t. Obama has committed scads of verbal gaffes, any one of which should have been sufficient to send him to the card table with the little kids while the grownups continued the campaign. But yet they don’t.

In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’ve been waiting in vain for 57-state-gate to take its toll. It’s bad enough when Lefties have inane beliefs that could negatively impact the country; not believing the Constitution means what it explicitly says comes immediately to mind. But when the presumptive nominee for the country’s largest political party doesn’t know the difference between states, territories, and possessions, or how many of them there are, then something something is wrong in the state of Denmark (rumored to be an island in Lake Superior).

Poor George Allen, one of the most promising early candidates for the Republican nomination had his campaign crumple faster than the French army after uttering a word made up on-the-spot for comedic effect. If you’ll recall, Allen humorously dubbed a spy from a rival campaign “Macaca”, presumably to let both the spy and his supporters know that knew he was there. The non-event immediately became the event of the hour, day, week, month, and year. Strangely, the story vanished overnight after this strong contender was eliminated as a threat to the Liberal Democrat Politburo. We all know the controversy would still be raging if Allen had hung in there until now.

If the opposition and its lap dogs in the media are going to have a double standard, is it too much to ask that you at least try to be sneaky about it?

Open Letter to September 12th People

There can only be peace when they will start to love their children more than they hate us.

Golda Meir

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one!

Charles Mackay

I had an unusual and revealing conversation with a friend back during the days of my horribly misspent youth. It was at the beginning of some momentous Republican shaking and moving, probably the election or Reagan in 1980 or the Gingrich Revolution in 1994, I forget which. During this conversation my friend and his spouse were complaining of the hostile rhetoric that was coming from the Conservative Republican side and the lack of a willingness to compromise. In short, the Right was kicking ass and taking names as we used to say in the military. I asked them if they had heard anything they had thought reasonable and they responded by singing the praises of George Will and William F. Buckley.

Now as fine as those two gentleman are, and I’ve read hundreds of their columns, these are a couple of guys who were “Born to be Mild”. Will and Bill are to politics what your grandfather was to your lifestyle in the 1970s. You remember him? The guy that calmly and rationally explained to you why you shouldn’t drink, smoke, carouse, and be promiscuous? Afterwards you smiled, hugged the man, chuckled at his naive innocence and went out partying. Until your non-rational, non-calm father caught you and royally kicked your ass.

So, naturally I explained to my friends that, though we would prefer civil discourse, we were tired of being a perpetual minority party and had realized that we had to get down in the mud and fight for our beliefs kicking and gouging as necessary. In short, we had to act like Democrats to do battle with Democrats. My friend gave me a horrified look and said, I kid you not, “No! Don’t stoop to our level!”

So, to all of you September 12th people, nice is for peacetime and this is not peacetime. I’ve heard the United States compared to a lifeboat that takes in as many survivors as it can. Well, as as anyone who didn’t go to an urban public school can tell you, if you overload the lifeboat it will capsize, so after a point you have to turn people away no matter how much it breaks your heart. Similarly, if you come to find that someone has an icepick and is poking holes in the lifeboat, you throw his ass overboard, and don’t get heartbroken about it. Now, the problem with liberals and/or Democrats, as you well know, is that they’re all about the guy with the icepick.

I know that these are our fellow citizens, for better or for worse, and that you would rather come to some sort of accommodation with them. Who wouldn’t? Unfortunately, that ship has sailed. Of course one should still be civil where possible, but if civility means compromised national security, then civility is a luxury we can’t afford.

Most people have had any number of epiphanies in their lifetimes. Occasionally, some of these are virtual fist-in-the-face experiences where your realize something earthshaking or life changing, something that you just can’t believe you didn’t see before. It can be any number of things: your girlfriend has been exploiting you, that troublesome spouse never had any intention of changing, your parents have been manipulating you with intentionally bad advice, or maybe just that you were in the wrong career for the wrong reasons. Someone may have warned you along the way, or maybe you even “knew” it, but with a little “k”, on an intellectual, but superficial level. I’m talking about the experience when you finally KNOW it to the very marrow in your bones.

My most recent experience with that last phenomenon had to be with one of Rush Limbaugh’s favorite phrases. That being, “These people have to be defeated.” The people in question being the Left in general and, in our context here, September 10th people in particular. I’ve heard him say it for years now and I’ve always known he was right, but I knew with a little “k”. I figured if I stayed informed, voted for the best candidates, and had the courage to confront people spreading lies, then I was doing my part. In the years after the horrifying events of that day I’ve suffered from quite a bit of cognitive dissonance from watching the Left take undeniable facts that support no-brainer conclusions and arrive at insanely wrong answers. I just couldn’t understand it. That was, of course, precisely the point.

The rhetoric of the Left isn’t meant to be understood. It only has to confuse long enough for them to accomplish their goals. Logic and reason aren’t goals to be sought and upheld. They are barriers to fulfilling their whims and fortunately, for them, can be circumvented. We have a weakness, we logic, reason, and rationality types. We think that deep down in everybody there is a logic, reason, and rationality person just dying to get out. Unfortunately, the modern Leftist is a creature of pure emotion who genuinely considers a poor sap like you to be handicapped with “rigid linear thinking”, or as you and I call it, sanity. So what’s the epiphany? What is it that you need to KNOW?

You need to know that almost all of these people are beyond reach. You need to know that minds are like concrete, once they’ve set it is almost impossible to reshape them in any fundamental way. Furthermore, the longer it has been since the mind has set the more unyielding it becomes because you’re not just fighting an incorrect idea, you’re fighting an emotional creature that is totally invested in that idea. When people even begin to suspect that the thing they’ve dedicated 30, 40, or 50 years of their lives to is a total sham, the mind slams shut. This is a defense mechanism like the ones you see where the 70-year old scientist who was barking up the wrong tree on his research dedicates all his remaining years to denouncing the 30-year old scientist who saw the mistake. So it is with the Left. Do you really expect someone on the Left to stand up and admit, “Wow! We spent trillions and trillions of taxpayer dollars on antipoverty programs and increased poverty. Man, is there ever egg on our face!”?

So, if you want to live in a world where terrorism and rape rooms are the fault of terrorists and rapists instead of Western Civilization, KNOW this, Liberal Democrats are like zombies, you can’t do anything for them, but you can keep them from eating the brains of other innocent people. To that end I’m planning on going on an indefinite hiatus from just bitching and try to find someplace to actually”do” for the cause. I suggest you do the same thing.

Necromongers

I don’t know how many of you folks out there are science fiction or fantasy fans. If you’re not, I think it’s your loss. Despite what your bitchy old maid English teacher told you in Jr. High School, it’s just as legitimate a literature as any other and asks the big questions about the “human condition” just as well as any other, sometimes better. After all, what’s more important than the future and the genre provides an excellent opportunity for “if this goes on” kinds of stories.

Naturally, the message people draw from these stories depend a lot on what they bring to the story with them. The Lord of the Rings Trilogy is a classic example. It is excellently written with a depth and attention to detail one seldom sees. Virtually everyone who reads the books insists on seeing them as allegorical, i.e. one extended metaphor from cover to cover. I’ve met people who see an object lesson on abandoning traditional values, others who see the Second World War acted out in a commentary on fascism, still other see an environmental angle with the Ents. Lots of us have met hippy folk in the 60s and 70s quite convinced the stories foretold the peace, love, and dope generation. So much so that they insist the Hobbit’s pipeweed is marijuana. The point being that despite the author’s intention a reader may take a totally different message home than the author intended. And no, that admission doesn’t legitimize that stupid deconstructionist crap.

So it is with the movie Chronicles of Riddick starring Vin Diesel, a sorta, kinda sequel to Pitch Black. I enjoyed the movie greatly. I thought it was great story, although many might find it too dark in tone. This wasn’t a problem for me since I like my entertainment a little on the dark side. I’m one of those people that find people who are always chipper and happy intolerable. Morning people are particularly irritating. If you see me chipper and happy go-lucky, it’s probably raining. But I digress.

I’m not going to go all through the movie, so for the 3 or 4 of you who haven’t seen it, grab the DVD. I’m going to concern myself with the heavies in the movie, the Necromongers. I found these blood-thirsty closed-minded homicide machines to be a perfect metaphor for our present day Muslims. Ironically, one of the first people they waste in the film is a Muslim Imam. I know, I know. Muslims in the future? It doesn’t compute, but no movie is perfect.

The Necromonger’s religious beliefs are beyond bizarre, they are demonstrably insane. In order to achieve their paradise, the UnderVerse, they are dedicated to setting things right. Unfortunately for everybody that isn’t one of them, the Necromongers consider life itself to be a cosmic mistake, a tragic accident, a cosmic infestation if you will. They are literally a death cult. They practice what they preach by sterilizing themselves when they become Necromongers to prevent themselves from adding to the problem. Consequently, they increase only by conversion, which is easier than it sounds since the only other choice is to be murdered. Sound familiar? This is their only function. They travel from place to place, planet to planet, and destroy everything the find. Those that will convert are converted into killing machines themselves. Everyone that won’t is killed. Then the process is repeated somewhere else. They are relentless and are too far gone to be reasoned with. They know that their cause is righteous and the only way; they will brook no disagreement. That should also sound familiar.

Satanic Teddy Bears

I can’t really say too much about Gillian Gibbons and the Terrifying Teddy Bear of Death; I’m just too gobsmacked by the whole affair. The entire episode is beyond ludicrous—even for Muslims.