RINO Hunt: Colin Powell and Arlen Specter

I’ve been hearing quite a few Republican squishes whine that Colin Powell isn’t getting a fair shake and that Arlen Specter is such a great loss to the party. I submit that neither one of them was ever in the party. A person can only be so far to the left on the political spectrum and still be a Republican/Conservative. These two are so far over that they’ve always lived in downtown Democratville.

Barack’s Intelligence

Various conversations I’ve had, as well as numerous media talking heads I’ve heard,  have made me realize that most Americans don’t understand that there is a difference between intelligent and well-educated. Barack is well-educated. That’s why he never had the time for a real job.

Hate Speech

Hate Speech = Free Speech that Liberals/Democrats don’t like and can’t refute.

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.

Multiple Intelligences’ Evil Little Brother

I’ve got to tell you, Barack Obama has impressed me.  The man is no piker. I knew that the Obama administration would be a train wreck. I was so upset about what was coming that I literally got sick to my stomach, as I’ve written elsewhere. As I told my son during an anti-liberal bitch session, he’ll most likely be a one-termer, but afterwards it’ll take at least 20 years to mop up the mess. Little did I know that he would do in 30 days what I had assumed it would take 2 or 3 years to accomplish. Most amazing of all, the friggin’ Obamatons are still cheering. I’ve reluctantly accepted the fact that there might not be any way of cleaning up after the Gypper.

“How can people be so stupid?” my son rants. I just smile because it has only been a few years since he was part of the problem. Still, I enjoy seeing the passion of the convert in my boy. Much like Bill Clinton, I feel his pain, and I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it. I think at least part of the answer lies in the Multiple Intelligences theory that I learned during my brief and ill-advised spasm of altruism in the public school system.

Multiple Intelligence theory, to paraphrase, states that there is no single, integrated intelligence in human beings. Rather, there are a multitude of, say, subintelligences and some can be rather low while others are relatively high all in the same person. In a flash of inspiration I told my fellow education students that that concept brought in the concept of Multiple Stupidities through the back door, which they admitted had to be true.

I propose that there is an intelligence that has never been mentioned in this context: Political Intelligence. This would explain how a person could have superlative Intelligences in physics, mathematics, and langauge, but be an absolute complete friggin’ moron in the political realm. Their positive intelligences are offset by their political stupidity.

You know the politically stupid types. For instance, they’re the ones that get enormous earmark-based funding to research projects in fields that no one cares about. If you give these wizards millions of dollars, a staff of hundreds, and unlimited access to a super computer, in only 30 years they will arrive at the obvious. Don’t fret your lost tax dollars, that’s not the important thing. The important thing is that they cared.

Going John Galt

I’ve been delighted to see some activity on the Net from people who are interested in taking a more proactive approach to the Obamageddon situation. Rather than just sit around passively and wait for people to come to their senses, something I’ve discovered never happens, they are talking up means of choking off the lifeblood of Leftist ideology, stolen money.

To that end, they’ve suggested “Going John Galt”. John Galt being the main, but rarely seen hero of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged who breaks the back of an oppresive socialist government by convincing the productive people of the world to stop producing.

There are three flavors of “Going John Galt” that I’ve heard of so far:

1. The John Galt-Intentionally reducing one’s income so as to fall to a lower tax bracket and thus reduce tax revenue to the government.
2. The John Galt in Place or Static John Galt-If one can’t reduce one’s income and survive, then steps are taken to ensure that income remains static. That way a person remains in the same tax bracket and produces no additional taxable income thereby reducing tax revenue to the government.
3. The Reverse John Galt-Those who can live off of the coming government benefits stop producing altogether and make themselves an additional burden to the social welfare system, thus draining revenue that would be sucked up by the Exploiters and Moochers of the Left, and thus hastening the collapse of the untenable system.

These are just three ways we can revolt against what’s coming. I’m sure you can think of more. The gist is, do everything you can to choke off renenue to the government and everything you can to increase expenditures.

Let Atlas Shrug

I’m sure many of you feel a vague sense of unease about how Obamageddon will proceed. Relax, that vague sense will soon turn into a stomach-wrenching and very specific dread. If you really want to get a feeling for what the Obamanoids socialist Nirvana will be like to live in, reread Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. If you’ve never read it, slap yourself in the face and get busy correcting the oversight.

I know. I know. You’ve got a thousand excuses. All of them lame. “But it’s 1000+ pages of small print! I just don’t have that much time!” you say. Nonsense, there’ll be plenty of time while you’re unemployed. “But I don’t like to read!” you protest. You better learn to like it. Chances are it’ll be all the entertainment that those outside of Barack’s Aristocracy of Pull can afford. “But it’s hard!” you complain. So is starvation and being a foreigner in your own land. “I tried to read it once, but people who saw me said mean things!” you whine. Suck it up you whiny bitch and be a man (or alpha woman).

Afterward, you’ll know what to expect and will know Directive 10-289 when you see it.

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.

Who’s Costing Who the Election?

I’ve just seen—for the gazillionth time—some pseudo-objective pundit asking the question: “Is Palin costing McCain the election?” It makes me want to tear my hair out. The sad and unspeakable truth is: McCain is costing Palin the election. The pundits gravely question what her selection says about his judgment, all the while fighting with each other to be first in line to lick Obama’s boots.

The Left, and its wholly-owned subsidiaries—the Democratic Party and the mainstream media—would have the gullible believe that McCain is a right-wing firebrand and our beloved and passionately embraced nominee. How soon they forget. McCain became our nominee by virtue of being the only semi-corpse still twitching on the battlefield after the primary bloodbath. In that overly crowded field, McCain was my second-to-last choice for the nomination. Only Ron Paul made my stomach queasier.

In fact, and virtually without exception, candidates for the GOP nomination were eliminated in order of my preference for them. George Allen goes down in flames for saying macaca? It’s pathetic that the Left saw fit to seize upon this bit of harmless on-the-spot word coinage as a weapon to bring him down. It is a biting indictment of the limp-wristedness of our society that it instantly caught traction. My choice for the nomination was Tom Tancredo. He was aligned with my political philosophy to the tune of 90-95% overall, and dead on with the issues that mattered most to me. He went early as well. Mostly for the sin of telling the truth.

For most of us, McCain was a double whammy. He has long been the most wishy-washy Republican in the senate, well deserving of the epithet RINO. He has had a long history of sacrificing his own party and constituents on the pagan alter of bipartisanship. Many of us thought it would be better to elect an honest Democrat than to exalt a fake Republican.

So why do we support McCain now? The reason is the classic political reason: He is the lesser of two evils. Those of us still capable of rational thought are astounded at how quickly and enthusiastically our entire nation began guzzling the Obama Kool-Aid. Logic and reason were tossed out with the garbage and an appallingly bad choice for a presidential candidate now is known as The One, The Savior, The Messiah, etc.. Obama’s only truly amazing achievement in life is making John McCain the best available choice for president of the United States.

All of which leads us back to Sarah Palin. Why the outpouring of admiration, affection, and support? Because she is the one we kept hoping for during the primaries. The one that never came. She is here now, even though we’re disappointed it’s in the number two spot, but still here. The Left has showered her with unprecedented—and unjustifiable—vitriol and bile. They don’t do it because they fear her. To say so would be to do Sarah an injustice. They do it because she fills them with gut-wrenching terror. More than anything else, the Left fears the appearance of another Republican with the effectiveness and political invincibility of Ronald Reagan. The Left knows, even if we don’t, that Sarah Palin is a Ronald Reagan that looks good in heels and a skirt.

Let’s just all pray for the sake of the nation, and our own sakes, that McCain doesn’t cost this wonderful woman the election.

The Liberal Lexicon: “I” 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.

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The Definitions

1. Indoctrination—Sunday School.
2. Interest—Theft, when collected by a private lending firm. Investment (see below), when collected by a government entity.
3. Intern—a mobile humidor.
4. Internal Revenue Service—the only law enforcement agency not staffed entirely by fascist criminals.
5. Intolerance—insisting on standing by your original position even though a liberal has whined about how it makes him feel.
6. Investment— confiscatory taxation.
7. Irrelevant—describes information or evidence that proves a liberal’s guilt beyond a reasonable doubt.
8. Islam—The only truly peaceful religion, thus the only one allowed and expected to use swift and blinding violence to prove it.
9. Ivins, Molly— hideous woman who never quite got over George Bush standing her up at the prom.

Sarah Palin: Feminist Icon—Not!

I’ve been both annoyed and amused by the spectacle of feminists thrashing around on the floor and frothing at the mouth in the midst of their Palinileptic fits. I’ll invoke the timeless old adage that “Actions speak louder than words.” We can reasonably conclude that the stated goals of the latter-day feminist movement are not their are not their actual goals.

Lets look at Sarah Palin’s feminist bona fides:

1. She was the quintessential alpha female in high school
2. So much so that he was nicknamed, “Barracuda.”
3. Took her opportunity to go to college and earn a degree (not to many years ago that would have raised eyebrows aplenty)
4. Had a brief career in broadcasting in a traditionally male position
5. Saw problems in her town that affected her children and was proactive enough to get elected to the city council.
6. Did well enough on the city council to get elected mayor—as a woman.
7. Did well enough as mayor to get elected governor of Alaska—as a woman.
8. As a young female political newbie she locked horned with the entrenched political establishment in the capital, both Democrats and Republican—and won—as a woman.
9. She has in the past, and still does, enjoy a record setting popularity rating as governor of her state
10. She enjoys, participates, and succeeds in endeavors typically regarded as exclusively in the male domain: hunting, fishing, marksmanship, etc.
11. She CHOSE to get married.
12. She CHOSE to have a large family.
13. She CHOSE  to carry her Downs Syndrome child to term.
14. She CHOSE to take her husband’s name.
15. She bagged the quintessential alpha male
16. She now has that alpha male househusbanding for their family.
17. She got nominated to Vice President of the United States for God’s sake.

As you can plainly see, feminists should be building a statue of Sarah Palin a thousand feet high. As the “prophet” Mohammed said, “War is deceit.”

Palin’s life and career checks off just about every box on the feminist checklist. So why the ubiquitous, shrill, hysterical, desperate, and frankly fearful denunciations of her? Because the modern feminist has another agenda. We can all admit, as I readily do, that women have had some very legitimate grievances from time to time. So why, as those grievances have been eliminated or lessened over the years, do feminists get more angry and shrill? Because their real goals are not being achieved even as their cover is being blown.

You see, if you judge by actions, which are much louder than words, you can see that feminists never really wanted women to “have it all”. They wanted to women to have the bilge water they offered instead. You see ladies, it was one of those wink-nudge situations. You were supposed to be smart enough not to believe their propaganda directed at gullible, insecure males. You were supposed to understand that the government was the only “man” you would ever need. You were supposed to be smart enough to realize that in the chest of every man beats the heart of a rapist and exploiter, that a fetus is a parasite, that children are unfair burdens, that all heterosexual sex is rape, and so forth. But you didn’t realize those things, you silly girls believed the cover story instead. Now your feminist betters are filled with righteous rage at you because, as they often say, “When you demean yourself, you demean us all.” It must be very frustrating to fervently believe an ideology that can only produce happiness if 100% of a gigantic demographic are 100% on board.

Let’s face it, latter-day feminism is a wholy-owned subsidiary of the leftist/collectivist/socialist movement. Any action they take in the name of women is for women only to the extent that it serves their collectivist goals. Should you dare to set one foot off of the feminist reservation, they turn on you like a rabid Pit Bull turning on its master. That is why feminists despise Sarah Palin. She just cheerfully yanked the cloak off of their true motivations.

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.

Just for the Record

Just for the record. If the Obamessiah does win the presidency, I predict a decades-old position of mine will be disproven. For over 30 years I have confidently stated that there will never be a worse president that Jimmy Carter. I expect Jimmy will be bumped to 2nd place all too soon unless Obama can be put on a short leash like Clinton was when the Democrats lost control of Congress in 1994.

The Liberal Lexicon: “F” Words and Phrases

The Definitions

1. F—the grade you’ll get if your poli sci professor sees you at the Young Republicans rally or you speak up in class.
2. Fascist—Republican
3. Family—An outmoded social institution traditionally used by chauvanistic males to oppress and subjugate women and stifle the sexual expressiveness of children.
4. Fatherhood— the status of having sexually assaulted an exploited a woman.
5. Female Conservative —traitorous bitch.
6. Feminist—a pseudo-woman who lives in contstant fear that somewhere, somehow, someway, a man is happy.
7. Finger, Middle— debating technique used by liberals when unable to defend one of their premises.
8. Finger, Purple—an offensive gesture when brandished by ecstatic Iraqis, considered far worse that they middle finger (see above)
9. First Amendment— A supplementary clause added to The Constitution in order to prevent the existence of churches and to allow the use of foul language in front of small children.
10. Food Stamp— a medium of exchange that allows certain people to buy food with other people’s money. Recipients are unfairly prohibited from buying liquor or cigarettes with them.
11. France—What we want American to be when it grows up.
12. Freedom of Association— when liberal women reject men because of their income and height.
13. Freedom Fighter— an enemy of the United States or its allies that hasn’t killed anyone that you know yet.
14. French, The— residents of a European nation known chiefly for eating snails and inventing the military tactic of preemptive surrender.
15. Fully Funded—no fiscal oversight.
16. Fundamentalist—a Jew or Christian who isn’t kidding.

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.