Monday, May 22, 2006

Bloody Intermission from the Games (click title)

I couldn't let this story go without commenting. If you have never visited Gates of Vienna, please do so now. Stop reading and go directly to the Fjordman Report.
I wrote about the curious case of Stockholm Syndrome plaguing Swedish Police
awhile back, but Fjordman's reports are sterling. He reports and says what those in the Drive-By Media refuse to report or say.
The reason I find his reports so troubling, is that I know a Swede. He lives next door with his lovely wife. He is young, and proudly Swedish, but if you were to ask him about the situation of immigration and crime in Sweden, where he visits his family often each year, you would think things are going swimmingly. And maybe they are, for lemmings. But when I ask him to comment, he gets fearful, and he is in deep denial. I pray for his country. It is hard not to love the Scandinavians, given that so many have settled in Infidelphia and made her a great nation, and given the fierce warriors from whom they are descended. It would be tragic to see Scandinavia become extinct. We may pretend to laugh at the demise of France, but there are French who are not taking it anymore. They are beginning to fight back. It remains to be seen, however, how successful the French will be, since they have a long and lustrous history of capitulation and fraternizing with their enemies. Sweden, Norway, and to a lesser degree, Denmark, all seem to think the problem is THEIR racism. And this couldn't be further from the truth.
Fjordman's article is long, often difficult to read, but it is full of eye witness accounts. Overall, a bleak outlook. Take the time and read it carefully.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

The Games People play

Video gameplay is the topic of the day. The video game is a microcosm of a greater reality. The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are being fought with the technnology developed by game designers. Predator Drones fire missiles at targets in Iraq from stations in Nevada. That is, in the parlance of today's youth: "Like, Totally Freakin' Awesome, Dude."

I have had the pleasure of talking to a young man named Daniel. (College-girl's love interest.) A student of architecture at a Florida university, Daniel's fear is being stuck in a cubicle designing strip malls and housing developments. So he works on designing computer games.

While I have never met Daniel face to face, I am struck by his depth of thought and his concern for the wider world around him. He incorporates all this thoughtfulness into his games. From the plot and narrative, to the characters and the environment which they inhabit. He is their Creator. He cares about his stories and outcomes. And he creates them to be guided by players to do their bidding.

Some games are witty and clever. Others are mindlessly vulgar and violent. Daniel's games have unexpected thrills and turns. Danger lurks in corners, possible death can leap out at any time. Through it all, his games are architectural in nature. They have foundation, scope and open spaces. Depth and breadth. Every angle is covered in his game creations. He includes many variables in the kinds of choices a player may make. So not only must he be a writer and artist, a sculptor and architect...he must be psychologist as well. He must anticipate the mindset of every kind of player.

Now having said that, I don't think anyone can anticipate every possibility, because to do so is to be omniscient, and no matter how gifted Daniel is, he knows he is not God, and he respects his place a little lower than the angels.

There are constants in video game reality, and one of them is this: If you kill someone, no matter how much blood gets splattered, no matter how gruesome the death, the body of your kill will simply melt away and leave behind a present, usually a life extending potion, or a highpowered assault weapon (or gun clip). Death is not realistic. It isn't the same as looking at the carnage of Columbine, or Auschwitz or a Jerusalem bus bombing. There is no grief or tragedy. No horrors. So when you kill someone in a game, it has no tang of conscience. You are not attached to the virtual participants as you would be your own life. Killing is an easy thing, then. Racking up the kills is easy as well. When you run out of lives, you simply restart. Your existance is limited to the reality in the computer screen.

I am the only one in my family who doesn't play the sorts of interactive video games that my husband and children play. I prefer puzzles and solitaire games. Mahjjong, Collapse, Tetris and card games.

Not my husband or kids. Much too lame for them. Take the husband, for example. He enjoys slaughtering aliens. And Nazis. Even better, is if the Nazis are Aliens With Many tentacles. His favorite weapon of choice is the Super High Powered Magnetic Object Retriever and High Velocity Thrower Gun. With this beaut you can magnetize heavy objects made of mostly metal, and hurl them against an enemy at high speed. Great for knocking advancing alien Nazi soldiers down a flight of stairs with a hurtling footlocker or conference table. Paint cans are handy weapons as well. And when they die, they leave you lots of useful presents, like an extra life, or handgrenades.

College Girl likes the Midieval games with Elizabethan speech and hijinks. Her plots usually involve stealing gold and trying not to get caught. These games are story intensive, with lots of characters and dialogues. No Nazis.

College Girl's Twin likes the Japanese Realm of gaming, and that usually involves samurai or ghosts and Japanese School Girl With Annoyingry High Pitched Voice Armed Onry with Camera and Rittle Boy Ghost. The music tracks in the Japanese games alone, are worth it.

Sweet Rachel likes all things harmless and pretty. Like this happy place of eternal cuteness. Her favorite games involve...Barbie! in her perpetual quest for cuteness and ponies. Barbie rides happily along wide, uncluttered trails with only the Giant Floating Gold Coins to Collect On the Way to the PONY! The only dangers she faces in Barbie World are the occasional skunks that cross her path or else the pony's depression meter might get too high, and then it will need a bath and a carrot or a pat on the nose. Barbie's only agonisme consists of choosing her pony's colors and saddles, and whatnot.
Occasionally, Sweet Rachel will play Star Wars, but that involves shooting things and mostly running, and since Rachel doesn't like to actually be mean, she simply runs around in circles and jumps over things til the clock runs out.

Then there is Mary....(to be continued)

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Another Reason to quit giving our money to Hollywood

I have always respected Mel Gibson. To me, he always was the lone, levelheaded man of vision, whom everyone denounced as a fanatic, a fool or worse.
I hate to say it, Mel, but the love affair is over...not that you would care what a middle aged hausfrau thinks, anyways. You have now joined the league of Loco Left-Wing Moonbats who are suffering from Terminal Bush
Derangement Syndrome.

Read on:

Mel Gibson Compares President Bush to Barbaric Mayans

Film star and director Mel Gibson has launched a scathing attack on President George W. Bush, comparing his leadership to the barbaric rulers of the Mayan civilization in his new film Apocalypto.
The epic, due for release later this year, captures the decline of the Maya kingdom and the slaughter of thousands of inhabitants as human sacrifices in a bid to save the nation from collapsing.
Gibson reveals he used present day American politics as an inspiration, claiming the government callously plays on the nation's insecurities to maintain power.
He tells British film magazine Hotdog, "The fear-mongering we depict in the film reminds me of President Bush and his guys."

Where to start? Okay, let's look at the Mayan kingdom, its slaughter of thousands of inhabitants as human sacrifices. To whom are you comparing Bush? Do you mean to tell us, Mel, that the invasion of Iraq and Afghanistan is comparable to the human sacrifices committed in Mayan history? Is that what you mean?
What would you call those Hamas rulers, then, who send out children to detonate themselves for the glory of Palestine and 72 hot chicks and Allah? Did Bush call for that? How the F*CK can you compare what we face in the armies of Allah to Bush as Mayan High Priest Virgin Slayers?

I hope like hell the above article is misquoted, or not even true. In the event that it is, Mel, let me just say: YOU SUCK, and I am never watching another of your movies again. I really hope that what you say is all taken out of context. I know that people say you are a Jew Hater, that your father denies the holocaust, and I have always felt you were a man who held himself up to a higher standard than most of his peers in the movie making industry. That is why I can't for the life of me understand why you would say such a lowlife thing. Our President is nothing like a genocidal madman. Our troops go out of their way to save lives, rather than just destroy.

Now, let's just examine the Left and ITS eternal fear mongering, in its desperate bid to grab power, by hook or by crook:
Who is it who shrieks about the Earth overheating? My cure for global warming....get more air conditioners and ice machines. It's hot....especially in the summer.
Who keeps saying we are responsible for the destruction of the Earth's resources?
Who are the REAL fearmongers in our midst, and how many times must we hear them scream 'WOLF' before we just yawn, and go back to sleep?
How many of us could care less if the WOLVES did descend on Hollywood and eat every last wretched slut actress and pimp actor? Not me. Not anymore. As far as I am concerned Mel, we're through....not that you care. Good Riddance.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Dear Mr. Ahmadinejad

Mahmoud, if you act within 30 minutes, you'll get $11.4 million, and a date with one of 72 lovely bints But time is short. Act NOW!

From: "Jauhara al Kafirah"
To: Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
Subject: Confidential Investment Proposal
Date: Friday 12 May 2006 14:03:47 -0000
X-MSMail-Priority: Normal
X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 4.72.3110.1
X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3

Dear Mr. Ahmadinejad, (May I call you Mahmoud?)
First, I must solicit your confidence in this transaction, this is by virtue of its nature as being utterly CONFIDENTIAL and TOP SECRET. Though I know that a transaction of this magnitude will make any one apprehensive and worried, but I am assuring you that all will be well at the end of the day. We have decided to contact you by e-mail due to the urgency of this transaction.

Let me start by first introdusing myself properly to you. I am Miss Jauhara al Kafirah, a Manager at the Union Bank Nigeria PLC, Lagos. I came to know of you in my private search for a reliable and reputable person to handle a very confidential transaction which involves the transfer of a huge sum of money to a foreign account requiring maximum confidence. I am not too really sure if you are my long lost contact whom I am trying to reach, but in anyway, please do take this message with a good heart and report back to me if you are not the person I think you are. I would explain more latter.


A foreigner, former US President Jimmy Carter, who was also an Oil Merchant / contractor with the federal Govenment of Nigeria, until his disappearance from public six years ago, banked with us here at Union Bank PLC., Lagos, and had a closing balance of USD$38.M ( Thirty Eight Million, Five Hundred Thousand United States Dollars) which the bank now unquestionably expects to be claimed by any of his available foreign next of kin or alternatively be donated to a discredited trust fund for alms and yellow cake production at a military war college here in Nigeria.

Fervent valuable efforts are being made by the Union Bank to get in touch with any of the Carter family or relatives but all have proved to no avail.

It is because of the perceived possibility of not going to be able to locate any of former Pres. Jimmy Carter's next of kin (either his "known" wife and children) that the management under the influence of our Chairman, board of directors, Retired Major General Kalu Uke Kalu, that an arrangement for the fund to be declared "UNCLAIMABLE" and then be subsequently donated to the Trust Fund for Alms and Yellowcake production which will further enhance the courses of war in Iran and the world in general.

In order to avert this negative development, myself and some of my trusted colleagues here at the bank now seek for your permission to have you stand as late Pres. Jimmy Carter's next of kin so that the fund, USD$38.5M would be subsequently transferred and paid into your bank account as the beneficiary next of kin. All documents and proves to enable you get this fund have been carefully worked out and we are assuring you a 100% risk free involvement.

For your assistance, your commission would be 30%. 10% has been set aside for expenses while the rest would be for myself and my colleagues for investment purposes in your country.

If this proposal is OK. by you and you do not wish to take advantage of the trust we hope to bestow on you and your company, then kindly get to me immediately via my e-mail furnishing me with your most confidential telephone, fax number and exclusive e-mail so that I can forward to you the relevant details of this transaction. Thank you in advance for your anticipated co-operation.


Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Its Gonna be Just like the Boston Tea Party, only with Bricks and Fake money and Postage stamps! Postage Stamps!!!

This is actually a two-fer:

Faye T. sent me a letter asking me to let as many folks know about the project to let our representatives (Those Bastards!™) in Washington D. C. know how you feel about our unsecured borders. Send-a-Brick has all the details, while The Cero Peso Campaign is busy counterfeiting
special money for funding the reelection campaigns of your elected officials (Those Bastards!™) Let 'em know that you won't be sending them any REAL money to go a-campaigning with until they secure our borders. All it takes is, oh I dunno, A friggin' WALL, maybe?

Muchas Gracias to Faye T. and The Gathering Storm for the excellent, witty ways to protest.
Might I suggest, that when you send your brick, you attach a Cero Peso with it!. Click on the Gringo Peso above and print it out. Easy Squeezy!

I only WISH I could write like this

A hat tip to Faye T. for yet another great idea for me to post. I don't think I have laughed so hard as I laughed when I read her letters. This is actually the second letter she sent me. I only WISH I could write like this.

*CAUTION* Not work safe....if you are reading this blog from a monastery that has a strict code of silence, then be prepared to snicker very quietly. Try picturing these as film-noir narrations, it is even funnier.
The Management

Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their
collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays.
These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across
the country. Here are last year's winners.....

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently
compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like
underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy
who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those
boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high
schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those
boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was
room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just
before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of
his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly
surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling
ball wouldn't.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled
with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie,
surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy
comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry
them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the
grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left
Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19
p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picke t fences that
resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had
also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one
that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this
plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating
for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a
real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg
behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, l ike fathers chasing kids around with
power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if
she were a garbage truck backing up.

Thanks Faye for the hilarity

Monday, May 8, 2006

El Himno Nacional Nuevo and Imrovedo!

Hola, Gringos from all over el planeto. Bienvenidos a Infidélfia! Muy feliz that you could come! Don' chu tiene no preoccupados, because I ang here not to turn you in to the police. No pasaportes here, only amigos!
Now, Let us sing el Himno Nacional nuevo and muy improvedo:

El Himno de Infidélfia
by Jauhara, Presidente por toda la vida
Premiered first at El Cubo de la Gente, GO THERE NOW INFIDELES! Ahora mismo!
(If you are drunk enough, you can see the bouncing ball, so just sing along with the leetle red bouncing ball.)


Himno Nacional de Infidélfia

José can ju sí, por la Cerveza Light?
Juan con mierdo aquí, el trabajador's swimmin'.
Cujo's dientes are sharp
Tras la peligrosa noche,
sobre el río we cross
con el minuto men waiting.

Y los raquetas muy roja glare.
todas las bombas en el aíre.
Made fools of el Left,
cuando we pasa por el estraique.
José does not el Gringo flag yet burn so well?
En la tierra del Chimichanga, and The Taco de Bell?

Wednesday, May 3, 2006

It's Like Jazz on Paper

The amazing thing about the internet is not just the immediacy with which stories are told, but the nature of the stories, themselves. The internet can link absolute strangers together and enable the kind to be kinder still, the entrepreneurial to be even more entrepreneurial.
Take the case of Gary Musselman. I am not going to tell his story here, because I don't even know him. I would like to. After reading his story, I know that you will want to know him and share his story as well. The person to whom I must give credit is The Advice Goddess, Amy Alkon, and to Amy's friends who have given help and support to Gary. While this is no spoiler for the story, let's just say, a little help goes a loooooooong way!

Progress by Gary Musselman

Now, for a taste of Gary's art. I am only posting one of his pieces, because I would like you to go to his site and see what else he does. Words. Word art. I absolutely love this piece. As Amy aptly puts it, it is like Jazz on Paper. I have a special fondness for jazz art, because my father is both an abstract artist and a jazz musician. I grew up with the smell of linseed oil in my nostrils and Oscar Peterson in my ears. I hope the best for Gary in his newfound venture, and I offer praise to women I have never met for helping him without stooping to condescension. Kudos and Best Wishes to all around!

Monday, May 1, 2006

Little Girls In Dar el Islam are never too young to learn that they are worthless

Isaac Schrödinger is probably one of the best commentators on all things relating to Islam on the web. He is a murtad, like Ali Sina, of course, and thus, someone whose words of warning ought to be taken literally.
*sigh* Never gonna happen.
Here is an example of why I will never, ever become a Muslim, and why I will fight like hell those gutless misogynists who wish to convert me, or else just rape or kill me or my children.
The only crime this child is guilty of, is tripping over the edge of the imam's prayer rug while he was praying, after which, he stood up, and bollixed her in such a manner as to leave both eyes blackened and her nose broken. She is only six. How long it will be before one of her male relatives or even her mother has to slit her throat remains to be seen. But she got the message: Allah hates girls. Allah hates ME. It wasn't just the Imam pounding her sweet visage into a black and blue paste, it was Allah, commanding him to...Why is it the poor imam must endure such vile creations of Allah? Why Allah, did you make so many people for your righteous sons to hate? It is a taxing, all day thing, you know, hating is. So many people to convert and kill, why do they hate us righteous sons of Allah so? It is for their own good. I guess....
If I say, as Isaac has said, "Do not allow private schools for muslims to open in the West, because this is what will happen to the children, especially the girls in these schools", will anyone with the power to decide these things listen?
*crickets chirping*

UPDATE: Via Religion of Peace and Western Resistance.
(Be sure to link back to the original article and follow the links!)

Pakistan: Muslim Council Will Kill Those Who Report Honor Killings
Dir is a region in North-West Frontier Province Pakistan, lying north of Peshawar and adjoining the border with Afghanistan. In 1996, Dir was split in half into two administrative regions, Upper Dir and Lower Dir.
Upper Dir is, socially, backwards beyond belief, and the roles of women are, as in other tribal regions, no better than chattels. It was recently reported that the literacy rate for women in the agency is only 6%. The overall literacy rate is only 21% in the region. Only some children attend school, and in 2001, a child was given the death sentence in Upper Dir. Ali Sher is now 15, and still in jail.
The local culture continues in spite of the national government, and often in defiance of its rulings. The most extreme example comes in a report from Pakistan's Daily Times. In Nihag-Dara district, Wari, as in many tribal areas of North-West Frontiier Province, the local law is upheld by elders of the Muslim village council, or jirga. 15 days ago, the jirga of Nihag-Dara, Upper Dir, announced a decision which said that honor-killing was a permissable act.
The Wari police state that 150 people attended this jirga, called by members of the Painda Dhel tribe. However, Malik Faiz Muhammad, one of the jirga members, claims 4,000 people, representing the entire region, were present. Some union council representatives also attended the jirga.
Nationally, honor-killing was outlawed officially a year ago, as we reported earlier, along with "compensation marriages" called vani in Punjab province, and swara in North-West Frontier province.
The Pakistan Human Rights Commission (HCRP) recently stated that about 1,000 women are killed every year in Pakistan in these honor-killings, but such cases rarely get reported.
The announcement of the fatwas made by jirgas, such as those concerning swara (vani) marriages, where girls are given away in forced marriages as a compensation for a crime committed by a male relative, has created a reaction of disgust in the more civilised parts of Pakistan. The decision to condone honor killings has taken national reactions into consideration, as it also allows the killing of anyone who reports on a jirga decision on honor-killing.
Yesterday, Malik Faiz Muhammad said: "We stick to our verdict that honour killing is permissible and those who commit it will not be liable to any punishment. We will also not allow the aggrieved party to report the case to the police or file the case before a court. We will kill those who will violate the jirga verdict."
Muhammad said that the jirga itself would do its investigation of cases which would merit homor-killing, and would carry out the punishments without outside interference. He claimed that members of the jirga were prepared to sacrifice themselves to uphold the verdict.
The federal government has asked the North-West Frontier provincial government to investigate the jirga's decision. The senior policeman for the Upper Dir district said the government would not accept the "illegal" verdict of the jirga, and saying all similar cases would be registered and dealt with under federal law.