Thursday, March 30, 2006

Breaking News of No Particular Importance!

Well, today was Rachel's birthday. There wasn't a party, so to speak. Rachel is rather shy, and doesn't have a lot of friends at school. So we just had her younger cousin Abigail, and my brother Stauche and his wife, Lisa. Rachel turned nine uneventfully, and got lots of presents, which Abigail didn't get a chance to play with, and as a result there was a tense moment of nearly crying on the part of Abigail, but the crisis was averted when Lisa told her she could play with Rachel on the weekend.

Rachel received the following gifts, not that there will be a quiz.

She received 2 My Little Ponies™,
a set of markers™ and marker drawing paper™,
a virtual girlfriend™, who, if you ignore her, will get lippy and cop an attitude.
She received various Barbie™ products, including a movie and Barbie™ action figure, (keeping in mind, that when I say 'action', I mean, hold the Barbie™, and gently move her in an up and down, semi-walking kind of motion)
and a PlayStation™ game... Madagascar™
and some bobble-head™ cats...whatever they are,
and sidewalk chalk™
and bubbles™.
Oh, and clothes, from Old Navy™ - all in various shades of pink and purple.

We had a cake made with the Rachel In the Corn picture, and Rachel had the privilege of eating her own face. I don't recall being able to do that on my birthday ever, and I am not sure that I want to find out what it means to eat one's own face. It is psychologically disturbing to some degree.

We had Domino's™ pizza ... cheese and pepperoni, and assorted crap™ to eat. The crap™ was good, though I speculate that crap™ isn't good for you overall, so we didn't eat too much crap™. Rachel had face cake AND crap™, so generally speaking, a good time was had by all. Well, enough about me, how are all you guys doing?

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Happy Birthday, Dear Popcorn Eater!

Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday dear Rachel! Happy Birthday to You!

On March 30th, 1997, you were born on a lovely Easter Sunday. Later that evening, there was a comet in the sky and a total eclipse of the moon! That is a lot of interesting things to happen to a new little person on the first day of your life, so try not to get too stressed out about it, m'kay?

Monday, March 27, 2006


Take a look at this goofy little girl. Awkward, noisy, bouncing off the walls, and cross-eyed. A truer specimen of silliness there isn't. All throughout her young life she was gawky, clumsy and damn near blind. Oy! And such a little temper in a teapot. Mary, Mary, quite contrary...born with a full scream in her throat...or as my brother called her: the screaming ball of fat. Always clinging to momma's hip. Scared to leave my lap til the ripe old age of five...and then, gangbusters! She was Fearless Fosdick. Jumping off the high dive by 7, swimming without waterwings by 10 she was delivering the paper on rollerblades....and well, by 14, something delightfully strange happened. Something that can't be explained by puberty. The duck was gone, and the swan was moving in....and I was just getting comfortable with the tomboy, and then, THIS young lady ruint everything!

Now just look at her! No longer the short awkward tomboy, she shot up, tall and graceful, with a honey-soaked whiskey voice that few teenage girls have or have ever heard...and walking like a runway model. I mean, heh, I was only joking with my young piano student about Mary becoming a model, but since his mom is a modelling agent, and a rather good one at that, with a solid reputation, I thought, what the hey, maybe she will become the next great IT girl. And since she got that picture above taken, she has actually done some jobs. Last summer, she modelled for a teen clothing store and got paid a nice sum for washing a pooch. It's just that she looks and sounds strangely familiar, as though I've seen her before. In some other wayback time and space continuum, perhaps:

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Hey Kufrs, We are Accepting Apologies at this One-stop, Convenient Location

Hey, Keeds! A new controversy is brewing! Just in time for the Spring Rampages! Just in time for the weekly Rioting in the Streets Because We are Offended as directed by Our Imam Last Friday. Oh, how the embassies will burn, you kufrs!

Get ready for it. Here it comes! What am I talkin' 'bout? The latest Offense to Muslim sensitivities, that's all! TEXTBOOK FEVER is about to take the 7th century by storm, and where will you be, when it is YOUR turn to apologize abjectly, for the sake of appeasing and pacifying the Perpetually Offended Offendi Protestors (POOP)?

Hugh Fitzgerald is paving the glorious path of grovelling and servitude at the Racist, Islamophic Website of Truth and Knowledge with this post and this one, too.

Learn, you filthy kufrs, just what it means to say "I am sorry," over and over, til you truly mean it. And then...say good-bye to your useless heads. I believe I will demonstrate for you the proper way to offer up a sincere, heartfelt apology for doing the vilest of infidel things: Take note, and follow my example.

"I am the most wretched of najis and kaffir women, Hugh. I am worse than a fornicatrix, worse than a jewmonkeypigapedog. Vile, I am. For I teach little children how to play the piano. Boys. I teach little boys and girls, and I actually place my hands over the boys' hands to correctly place them on the haram instrument of Shaytan. I also sing, too. Allah who once commanded the Jews to praise Him on the harp, with singing and dancing and with thanksgiving and praise, has abrogated his command and forbidden us to engage in that which once was the clean thing, which is now the vile thing. I am ashamed, Hugh, for secretly I listen to The "Seven Last Words of Christ," sung in Latin, an unholy language that is not pure and sinless as is the Holy Arabic. Woe is me, for I am unable to help myself. I profess a secret love, one that I can barely utter, it is most putrid....I...Oh Allah forgive me, oh Prophet Mohammed, (pbuh)...BRAHMS!...There. It is out. For all to see. Is there a more pitiable wretch than I, Hugh? Okay, Condoleezza Rice is worse off, for she plays the confounded messenger of the Jinn herself, and she does it way better than me....beeyotch."

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Voices of Iraq

I had the privelege of watching an extraordinary film with my Iraqi neighbors. A director gave out 150 video cameras to Iraqis and gave them the instructions to film whatever happened, to say whatever they felt like saying. That in itself is remarkable, when you consider what the Iraqis might just say, but even more remarkable is the fact that the American press and Hollywood have for the most part snubbed this film. I guess it shouldn't surprise anyone, really, since America - and Hollywood, in particular are of short attention spans and not particularly interested in what Iraqis might think or have to say.
Is it because the media wants to keep fanning the flames of Bush hatred? Perhaps, but the fact that this film has widely been ignored is telling as the film itself.
I sat in their house and watched their expressions as much as I watched the film. The opinions of ordinary Iraqis varied from man to child to woman, but listening to my neighbors reminisce about the woes they experienced under Saddam Hussein told me one thing. The Iraqi people have genuinely suffered, and the great majority of them want their freedom. And they want democracy.
Even more amazing is the quality of Iraqi women. Compared to women around the muslim world, the Iraqi women are advanced in ways their muslim sisters can only hope to be. Articulate, eloquent....millions of Wafa Sultans....and the one thing they truly want is the right to be equal to men in the eyes of the law. They have so far to go, and they are blazing a trail that men would do well to either step aside and let them, or join with them in blazing it. Either way, Iraqi women are not going to go the way their Iranian sisters did ignorantly.
Is a civil war inevitable? Perhaps. Perhaps it is a necessary thing. If tyranny in the form of a corrupt and brutal theocracy should ever take place, it will only come with the assent of the women.
Another amazing interview was with a man, furiously playing his piano. The thought of a man with a piano in the middle east is almost incomprehensible to me. Unless of course, you are talking about Israel. But the sight of a muslim Iraqi man playing a grand piano in his home completely startled me.
There are so many serendipitous moments in this film. I can write all night and day, and not list them all, but the most serendipitous moment is looking at the joy on the faces of ordinary people. The look of momentary surprise when a bomb in the distance goes off, and the resumption of life when the dust settles.
There are all kinds of people in this film. Shias, Sunnis, Christians, Kurds, children, women, men, religious, secular. Highly educated, uneducated, rich, poor and in between. If democracy succeeds, it will be because the Iraqis so desperately want it to, and if it fails, it is because their neighbors, and our fifth column in academia, the press and in the Democratic party want it to fail even more desperately.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

The Unaverage Tales of Sean Gleeson

I am not a big fan of social workers, per se. But after having worked with them as an interpreter, I can tell you, their job isn't easy. However, nothing hurts worse than being turned in maliciously to the social workers guild, and Sean Gleeson writes agonizing little cliff hangers about the social workers' visit that will make you want to tear your eyelashes out!
UPDATE: Sean Gleeson has the final disappointing installment of Social Worker, Tool of the Fat Realtor, and it's a rather happy ending. No shootout with police, no high speed chases, just reasonableness all around. I really wanted to see FatRealtorGuy get justice in the end... one can only hope.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Okay, you crybabies, grow up, already!

I have posted this information over at the website of the Communist Blockheads. I have written to Michelle and Charles. I have done my level best to try to let people know that there isn't an evil Google conspiracy to destroy Parody. All to no avail. No answer from Ms Malkin or Mr. Johnson, I understand that, they are quite busy folks. I won't hold my breath...But really!

Disappearing my comment from The People's Cube Forum, after they have gone to such lengths in crying "FOUL" to Google's supposed censorship, when all I did was to show them how to do a simple search on Google's search engine, is WAY beyond the pale. So now it's time to do the adult thing. Please follow the instructions carefully.
Go to Google and copy and paste this into the search bar and press SEARCH. Can ya do that? Gooooood:
If you did this correctly, you would have seen this:
Now, let's do another search. Having worked in a newspaper library, I can tell you a simple truth, no secrets here: There is more than one way to do a search! You can use DIFFERENT WORD COMBINATIONS! Wow. Who'da thunk? Please, children, type the following words into your handy dandy Google Search Bar: The People's Cube
What did you see? Something like THIS I hope. So Has Google really gone out of its way to censor The People's Cube? Yes. And here is why: SPAM. The idiots at the Peoples Cube have hidden text within their CSS code: From an expert on the topic:

Which brings us to this point: It's always something ELSE. Try to remember that, kiddoes.

UPDATE: It is something elser! The hidden text within the People's Cube pages are mostly links to....get this...People's Cube pages! In addition, there are sites that were designed by the designer of the People's Cube, and he felt that he had a right to embed his own webpages within HIS OWN SITE! I don't really have a problem with this, either. One more thing... Matt Cutts, expert sited above, is a Google employee. It isn't just TPC's url that was delisted; others have had pictures expunged, or text removed. I think it may be best just to go with accoona's new search engine.

Monday, March 13, 2006

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Saturday, March 11, 2006

Time for a Two-Fisted Fisking

Photo by J. Emilio Flores for The New York Times
Article by John M. Broder

Where to begin with this New York Times piece about Wafa Sultan, inarguably one of the bravest women to stand up in Arabic to a hate-spewing cleric in his own lair. On television. According to the Middle Eastern Media Research Institute, there have been more than one million hits on their website to watch Dr. Wafa Sultan dish her J'accuse out to an imam, embarrassing him nearly into silence, and defending the rights of women, Jews and Christians with well-aimed, articulate verbal weaponry, the likes we rarely see coming from the Arabic-speaking world.

Let's look at this article, beginning with the headline:

For Muslim Who Says Violence
Destroys Islam, Violent Threats

This is an inexcusable error. She is not a muslim, she is a non-religious humanist, a secularist, as she made abundantly clear in the Al Jazeera video, posted on 2/21/06.

Quote: "I am not a Christian, a Muslim, or a Jew. I am a secular human being. I do not believe in the supernatural, but I respect others' right to believe in it."

By identifying her as a Muslim, the headline makes it possible for a fatwa to be carried out against her. I realize that this is nitpicking, since she is a self-declared apostate, but NO Muslim, who believes as a Muslim believes, would actually say the things Wafa Sultan has said publicly. She should have been identified as a secularist in the headline.

The point of this article is that Wafa Sultan is now very much in danger of losing her life as a result of making blasphemous statements against Islam. But what does the NY Times do to help her cause, which is the cause of women's rights, the cause of free speech and the right to one's own cherished beliefs? Why, it is to tell the whole world where she lives, who her husband is and what he does for a living, and where her children go to public school! In addition, the

intrepid Times reporter lets us know what sorts of clothes you might be able to find Mrs. Sultan wearing at any given moment.
From the article:

Dr. Sultan, who is 47, wears a prim sweater and skirt, with fleece-lined slippers and heavy stockings. Her eyes and hair are jet black and her modest manner belies her intense words...

I suppose this description is for those of us as shallow as typical Times reporters, fashion and celebrity being one of the few things they actually care deeply about.

In response, clerics throughout the Muslim world have condemned her, and her telephone answering machine has filled with dark threats. (Emphasis mine) But Islamic reformers have praised her for saying out loud, in Arabic and on the most widely seen television network in the Arab world, what few Muslims dare to say even in private.

So what does Mr. Broder say in response to the actual threats issued against her? Read on...

...and the Sultans and their two children (they have since had a third) settled in with friends in Cerritos, Calif., a prosperous bedroom community on the edge of Los Angeles County.
After a succession of jobs and struggles with language, Dr. Sultan has completed her American medical licensing, with the exception of a hospital residency program, which she hopes to do within a year. David operates an automotive-smog-check station. They bought a home in the Los Angeles area and put their children through local public schools. All are now American citizens.

Well now, Mr. Broder, you have been very helpful! Shukran jazeelan! Are you hopeful that the dignitaries of the Religion of Peace™ manage to find her alive and well in her LA area home? They will be able to identify her from her television appearance, I am sure, but she will probably be the lady in the
prim sweater and skirt, just in case they don't recognise her.

I suppose I am nitpicking, after all. The Times doesn't actually hand out an address, but it seems to go out of its way to identify unnecessary things! There is much good in this article. It gives us a better picture of who Wafa Sultan is. Was the Times wrong in giving out so much info about this woman and her family? Consider the times we are forced to live in:

First of all, we are in an asymmetrical war. There is no particular frontline behind which we can safely hide. We face an enemy who has no uniform. We face an enemy who is anonymously singular, and very nearby, smiling at us from the driveway next door, or vocally loud and menacing from afar, miniaturized safely on our television screens. This is a war of attrition. This is a war of propaganda and psychological assault. Those who would stand against this enemy must often cry out against him alone, or, in the words of Oriana Fallaci, "as crying Cassandras the West refuses to listen to." It may be years before we can actually fight against such battle-seasoned warriors effectively. Our enemies have ingested war from their mothers' breasts. They have been raised up for violence, and see it as a wonderful thing. They have enslaved every citizen of every culture they have successfully waged war against, and most importantly, they have long memories. They are still fighting the lost battles from hundreds of years ago. They are still seeking revenge for actions taken against people who are long dead by people who no longer are alive. And meanwhile, who is our enemy fighting? He is fighting cultures with superior intelligence and technology, armies with superior weaponry, with superior tactics....but timorous people with short memories and a low threshold for loss and discomfort. I am not talking about our typical, well-trained soldier. I am talking about the thankless citizens he defends with his very life, I am talking about the demagogues in parliaments and governments who would like Western Civilisation to be over and done with. I am talking about those malpractitioners of higher education, who brainwash our children into believing lies instead of the truth, I speak about those preachers and rabbis who, instead of boldly proclaiming with confidence the true words of God, seek to appease His enemy, Satan.

The NY Times may have illuminated for us who this brave woman is, but it would have been better to know nothing about her, than know about her what her enemies know. When writing this, I wonder, did the reporter think about revealing too much, did he even care?

What can you expect from a newspaper whose reporters think nothing of spilling state secrets, who deliberately skew the news in favor of bloodthirsty savage barbarians, and never miss an opportunity to revile the very soil on which their building stands?

If Mrs. Sultan dies as a result of the things she said, will the NY Times give an eloquent eulogy or relegate her death to a single graf in the obit section? I guess we must wait and see.
In the meantime:
Does anyone even remember STEVEN VINCENT?!

I will never forget him, whom I never met.
Here is the letter I received from him just a few days before he was abducted and murdered in cold blood:

Tue, 26 Jul 2005 16:28:23 +0000

Hi Jauhara --

I wanted to drop you a line and thank you for recent kind words about ITRZ. I also read with some amusement your comments on the site and your dispute with Frank. You go girl!
I hope you find my latest post to your liking. Let me know what you think.
Thanks again for reading and writing and giving me a nice boost. It can get a little lonely here in Basra, so I appreciate your comments.
Yours from the banks of the Shatt-al-Arab,

Steven Vincent

Maybe I should write a letter of encouragement to Wafa before she meets a similar demise. If you want to do likewise, don't bother contacting the Times for her address, you may contact her here.
UPDATE: Israpundit has posted letters to Wafa Sultan!

Friday, March 10, 2006

What are the kids learning today, I wonder

From Cox & Forkham

Swedish Cops are Suffering from Stockholm Syndrome

From Sweden via Democracy Frontline.
Soon, the police in Sweden will be getting new, culturally sensitive headgear. (See above image for details). Such a comfort it will be for a Muslim woman to call the cops in Malmö, knowing that a sympathetic, properly attired Muslim gendarme will show up and dutifully take her report, should the need arise. Picture the following scenario, if you will:

"I received a call about a domestic disturbance. What seems to be the problem, ya Sayid Ahmad?"
"It is my third wife, Samira, officer. Today has just been awful! I had to drive an unveiled pregnant kufr woman to her doctor's appointment today, and she was not accompanied by any male family member, and when I rebuked her, she laughed and said that she didn't NEED any man in her life, that her baby was conceived in a DISH! HARAAM, I told her."
"Indeed she is lucky you didn't give her a good raping, Insha'llah, she will be, if she is ever on my watch. So, why have I been called here?"
Well, ya Sayid Officer, I was so angry with the righteous anger of Allah, who is merciful and compassionate and He knows best, that I came home and slit Samira's throat!
"Perfectly understandable. How old was she?"
"Aaaaaah, now I understand completely. She probably had a saucy little mouth on her, right?'
"Yes, ya Sayid Officer. And she burned the chickpeas, because she was too busy watching Oprah. "
"Well, you did the right thing. We'll send someone out in a half hour to take her off to the dump, How would you like to have us report this?
"A stove accident."
"Very well, then. Will do. If I can be of further assistance, ya Sayid Ahmad, just call the station."
"I will, Brother. See you at the mosque on Friday. Ma'a Salaama."
"Ma'a salaama."
Thanks to D.T. Devereaux for his powerful and fantastic artwork!

Wednesday, March 8, 2006

Three Arrests made in Church Burnings

UPDATE: A third suspect was arrested in the Alabama church arsons. From Squidoo: This was the Morning Star Baptist Church. This church, along with 9 others was burned to the ground. Ten churches. All Baptist. All in Alabama. This morning 3 men, Ben Nathan Moseley, Russell Lee Debusk and Matthew Lee Cloyd were arrested for arson. Amy Maxwell posted some rather hilarious and amazing photos on her site, I got a question: Why is it, whenever someone from the South is arrested, his middle name usually turns out to be LEE? I mean, my middle name used to be Lee, now its Al.
When I first heard the breaking news, I was listening to FOX Radio News, always insightful, ahem, which added this thoughtful ponderance: "The churches were Baptist, while the suspects in the arson attended Birmingham Southern College (and here, the announcer stresses the possible religious aspects, NAY, motivations of the story) which is a Methodist College."
Well, of course! Duh. There! You have it! This was a religiously motivated series of arsons, committed by seething Methodists against their apostate Baptist brethren. Sorta like Shias and Sunnis, you know.
I will keep posting on this, because speculation was that the Mohammed Cartoon Controversy™ may have played some part in this. It may turn out that these were just a couple of firebugs looking for a headline or two. Or maybe there is something more sinister. Maybe a zealous new convert, wanting to please his masters in the Religion of Peace™. UPDATE: Apparently, these brain trusts thought it would be a great joke! Yeah, what's the harm in a little Christians burning at the stake? You wonder what influence inspired them to burn Christian Churches. Who knows. Who cares. Let them be forgotten on "The Farm".

Kudos to !
Amy Maxwell took a picture of a message that we all would like to see coming out of our sleeping churches these days:

Tuesday, March 7, 2006


I received my popcorn popper today. She's a beaut. Requires little oil. Going to try her out now. Soon, the movies, the popcorn, and then...the reviews.

Monday, March 6, 2006

The disappearing comments

If you go looking for comments you have left on this blog and you don't see them, it isn't because I deleted them. Haloscan did. I am trying to get my blog noticed and so I went with Haloscan so that I can do trackbacks....I didn't realize that the comments would be erased, and I am sorry they were.
commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

A new definition from the Infidel Lexicon

Mul-ti-cul-tur-a-list: A morally bankrupt and intellectually lazy person who
1. does not wish to think about the consequences of allowing lawless savages into the midst of civilization, and
2. wants to be liked by them.

Friday, March 3, 2006

Trivial Pursuit

I realize that world events, all of which are currently exceeding my comfort levels of madness and mayhem, have taken a back seat to a trivial quest of mine. Popcorn. Yes, that's right. Popcorn. First food of the Pilgrims on their hajj to the New World. You see, it started like this:
Rachel aged 8, received in her Valentine bag a mini bag of microwave popcorn, a substandard product with which I was completely satisfied, until the munchkin decided to be the big girl and pop the corn all by herself.
Now, the mini bag pops in less than half the time a regular bag pops, but Rachel simply hit the popcorn button on the microwave, and proceeded to fill the house with the smouldering smoke and ashes of really. burnt. popcorn.
The microwave was ruint. I seldom use it now. The stench of burnt popcorn still lingers and I can't seem to get rid of it. So, I have been doing it the old fashioned way. On the stove. Except, the Whirly Popper no longer has its lid, and no matter what I do, the corn burns every time, and I have HAD IT!!
What to do?
Quest time!
Go HERE, ye seekers of popcorn in all its glory!
I bought the perfect popper, much like I had when I was growing up, and an assortment of popcorns, oils, salts, it popcorn porn for the soul.
My dear father, who has diverticulitis can now resume eating his favorite food. Hulless Popcorn. Lady Finger White. I can't wait for this stuff to come. I have 2 excellent movies coming from Netflix: Iraqi Voices, and Turtles can fly. When they come, you, dear readers, will get a two-fer: A movie review with a popcorn review as well. Til then...I am off to my mail box to wait. Ciao!

Wednesday, March 1, 2006

Manifesto to the World (sign it, if you dare)

This is important. Read the following statement. INTERNALIZE IT ALL!! Republish it on your blog, pass it around. Make everyone aware of it and goldurnit..SIGN IT! Hat Tip to Charles

Together facing the new totalitarianism

After having overcome fascism, Nazism, and Stalinism, the world now faces a new totalitarian global threat: Islamism.

We, writers, journalists, intellectuals, call for resistance to religious totalitarianism and for the promotion of freedom, equal opportunity and secular values for all.

The recent events, which occurred after the publication of drawings of Muhammed in European newspapers, have revealed the necessity of the struggle for these universal values. This struggle will not be won by arms, but in the ideological field. It is not a clash of civilisations nor an antagonism of West and East that we are witnessing, but a global struggle that confronts democrats and theocrats.

Like all totalitarianisms, Islamism is nurtured by fears and frustrations. The hate preachers bet on these feelings in order to form battalions destined to impose a liberticidal and unegalitarian world. But we clearly and firmly state: nothing, not even despair, justifies the choice of obscurantism, totalitarianism and hatred. Islamism is a reactionary ideology which kills equality, freedom and secularism wherever it is present. Its success can only lead to a world of domination: man’s domination of woman, the Islamists’ domination of all the others. To counter this, we must assure universal rights to oppressed or discriminated people.

We reject « cultural relativism », which consists in accepting that men and women of Muslim culture should be deprived of the right to equality, freedom and secular values in the name of respect for cultures and traditions. We refuse to renounce our critical spirit out of fear of being accused of “Islamophobia”, an unfortunate concept which confuses criticism of Islam as a religion with stigmatisation of its believers.

We plead for the universality of freedom of expression, so that a critical spirit may be exercised on all continents, against all abuses and all dogmas.

We appeal to democrats and free spirits of all countries that our century should be one of Enlightenment, not of obscurantism.

12 signatures (13! Mine's on the bottom)

Ayaan Hirsi Ali
Chahla Chafiq
Caroline Fourest
Bernard-Henri Lévy
Irshad Manji
Mehdi Mozaffari
Maryam Namazie
Taslima Nasreen
Salman Rushdie
Antoine Sfeir
Philippe Val
Ibn Warraq
Jauhara al-Kafirah