Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Now, for a little Cease Fire Entertainment!


On account there's a ragin' cease fire under way, I expect we has us a couple of hours to blow on a double feature!


First up, Song of the South.While it has been released in Europe and Asia by Disney, (cuz there ain't no chance no how there's gonna be any sorta race riots over showin' it privately in your own home) you are S.O.L. if you try to purchase it from Disney in the States, due to its politically incorrect and cruel insensitivity towards African Americans in the post bellum reconstructionist South.

The following is from a series of emails I sent to the Eloquent Mr. Lifson, with whom I have been corresponding on all things typographically erroneous. I have not put in his responses, out of respect for his privacy, but I will post what I wrote him, because I think it would make a great article:

To The American Thinker Editor:

Yes, they were ugly, but not appallingly so. Way off topic, i (sic, just sic) thought I would share this unnecessary insight of a movie I bought.

It was a pirated copy of Disney's Song of the South, and a mighty excellent copy of it, too, I must say. I bought it, not only because it was one of my favorite movies growing up, but I thought it was rather condescending of Disney to refrain from putting it out due to any PC concerns the company has about its naïve portrayal of blacks during the Reconstructionist era of the South.

So I sat watching my illegal booty, and what should come to mind but this: I loved Uncle Remus. I loved his wisdom, and his compassion and his wit. I didn't care if he was black. I didn't care if Aunt Tempie was black, either. When I watched the movie, the memories of wanting to be with them were overwhelming. I watched my niece who is 7 and my daughter, who is 9 watch Brer Rabbit try to get out of the tar baby, and how they laughed! But I didn't hear once that it was a racist cartoon, or that the whole portrayal of blacks in Hollywood was, well, you know, yada yada yada.

So I watched them as much as I watched the movie, and you know what? I feel no guilt whatsoever.

~Response from Mr. Lifson here~

From me:

If you try to buy Song of the South on ebay, you might pay throught the nose. If your computer has a dvd burner, you can copy it. The copy I have, while not completely flawless, is still quite a good copy, given the age of the movie.

I Googled 'Song of the South', and found all sorts of sellers for this movie.

I purchased my copy from http://www.songofthesouthdvdremastered.com/ for $18 plus S&H, and altogether it was less than $25.00.....and others sell it for even less...try buying Fantasia all nice and legal, and it will cost at least $35.00. So, legal or not, Song of the South is really worth having.

I read at wikipedia that the powers that be at Disney, having reviewed the film themselves (after being repeatedly asked by shareholders to release the movie) have decided on behalf of us all, that it is simply not a good movie for people to watch, due to its inaccurate portrayal of black share croppers in the Post Bellum south, which begs this question:

Why is this movie, released in 1946, deemed not worthy of viewing, while Gone with the Wind, released in 1939, is?

Don't expect any satisfactory answers, but somehow this ties in with many issues of the day. Hypocrisy being the number one export of the Hollywood elites. (We now import hypocrisy, thanks in large part to Reuters and AP, and all the other press vermin.)

Song of the South was released after WWII, and Gone with the Wind was released before the war started. I am not sure what point there is in noting that, but how we portray ourselves and how we see those with whom we are at war, both past and present, through the prism of popular culture is interesting in that the newsmedia - recorders of history and currently in total meltdown, are trying to convince people through manipulation of imagery, of truths that are not true, and villifying the innocent who merely wish to defend themselves.

Yet, in Song of the South - made at a low point of racial relations in this country - we see a priviledged white boy seeking a father figure in Uncle Remus, befriending a little girl whose class is well below his estate. If anything, this is a positive, healing sort of film. Uncle Remus is trusted by both black and white alike, and even by the boy's grandmother...so his worth, his dignity and equality are firmly and quietly established from the very first moment of the film. Uncle Remus is the Man, regardless of his humbled estate, regardless of his race. Perhaps it is unrealistic how black sharecroppers are portrayed, but look at the way the present is portrayed by the media.

Today, we get a glut of movies that unrealistically portray the races in continual struggle, seething hatred and constant warfare.

Class is pitted against class, often violently. But are these images any more truthful in their depictions of minorities and people of low caste? Are they any less divisive and controversial? One common element blatantly woven throughout today's media it this theme: In the culture of the Righteously Angered, Downtrodden and Oppressed, the victim may indeed get vengeance, but he will never be the Man.

Lastly, Disney doesn't seem interested at all in going after the purveyors of this pirated movie. I find that comical. Listen to all the howling from the movie industry about losing billions of dollars...

Alas! How they toil and suffer! But you...you thieving little know-nothing, just you try painting a picture of Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck on the wall of your daycare center and see what a pack of snarling Disney lawyerhounds gets released into the play yard.

I close with a review of the book:
"Brand Name Bullies: The Quest to Own and Control Culture (Hardcover) "

From Publishers Weekly
Starred Review. Society’s growing mania to "propertize" every idea, image, sound and scent that impinges on our consciousness is ably dissected in this hilarious and appalling exposé of intellectual property law. Bollier, author of Silent Theft, compiles a long litany of copyright and trademark excesses, many of them familiar from brief flurries of media coverage but, in his view, no less outrageous for it. Music royalty consortium ASCAP sought fees from the Girl Scouts for singing copyrighted songs around the campfire; McDonalds threatened businesses with the Mc prefix in their names; Disney threatened a day-care center that painted Mickey and Goofy on its walls; and Mattel sued a rock band that dared satirize Barbie in song. Nor is it only corporate megaliths that resort to this petty legal thuggery. Martin Luther King’s estate forbids unauthorized use of his "I Have a Dream" speech (but rents it to Telecom ad campaigns), and the author of a completely silent composition was asked for royalties because it allegedly infringed on avant-garde composer John Cage’s own completely silent composition. Bollier is a sure guide through the thickets of intellectual property law, writing in an engaging style that spotlights capitalism and its supporting cast of lawyers at their most absurd. But he probes a deeper problem: as the public domain becomes a private monopoly, he warns, our open society, which depends on the free, collective elaboration of a shared "cultural commons," will wither away. Photos.
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.

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Our second feature is "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" which is supposed to be a satire on Homer's Odyssey.

Now, I reckon there's some o' that in thar, but the great thing about dish heah movie, is its language and musical soundtrack.

The art of story tellin' and tall tales and suchlike is lifted to sublime heights of celestial glory in this movie.

The fun of watching this film is all the quotable lines in it, which is just about every line in the film.

I always manage to come away from watching it with a renewed hunger for hocks and beans and corn pone, and with a lasting southern lilt in my voice, that has a way of plaguing my kinfolk for hours on end...which is like gettin' new toys for a language person, such as myself.

Go thou, brer readers, therefore, and watch these homages to the South, and be quick about it, lest you miss yon renewed outbreak of the Cycle of Violence™ sure to come.

Yours very truly, Brer Jauhara.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Doing it for the children...and the puppies..


To the commentator I mistakenly called "Brett"...let's get real, shall we?

Beckett, you are definitely NOT going to like this, but I am posting it anyway, since this is the reality we all face with the Religion of Peace™ and the Sons of Allah™ and Followers of the False Prophet™. It is a most grim read, but a truer vision of the hell we all face can't be stated well enough by me, so I will let others more knowledgeable do it, instead.



On the Virtues of Killing Children
Posted By Grim


You are not going to like this.

On the demonstrable virtues of not caring if children die, on hardening your mind for war, and other things we can no longer avoid discussing.
Beware that you are ready before you pass this seal.

Let us begin with a debate between a peaceful, gentle soul, and me. The topic could be Israel's war, or ours in Iraq, or -- if they have the heart for it -- the one to come.

The gentle soul -- how I respect her! -- will begin by pointing out how many innocents have died in the recent wars, and especially the children, who are the most obviously innocent. She will point out figures for Iraq, for Afghanistan, for Lebanon, and ask: "How can you justify this? These poor children, who might have been good men, good women, lain in the cold earth?"

We have all had the conversation that far, have we not? We are accustomed to reply:

"But the enemy is the one that targets children. We try our best to avoid hurting children. That makes us better. Furthermore, the enemy hides himself among children. As a result, in spite of our best efforts, sometimes children die on the other side also. But again, it is not our fault -- it is his fault. He endangers them."

She replies: "But how can you justify their deaths? Regardless of how hard you try, will you not kill them? Some of them? Should we not choose peace instead?"

Let us consider that.

What if we asked her, "Let us speculate that our enemy -- say in Iran -- seeks to kill our children. If we attack them to stop it, we may or may not kill any of their children -- and we will do everything in our power to avoid it. If we do not, they certainly will kill ours. Should we attack them or not?"

She will answer: "That is a false example. Nothing is certain, and it is said that hard cases make bad law."

"Fair enough," we reply, "but where will you find the parent who will sacrifice her children for the possibility of keeping another parent's child alive?"

"It would be impossible," she will agree, but add, "However, nothing is that certain."

"Then let us make it conditional," I continue. "Let us say that there is the possibility we shall kill a child -- but we shall do our best not to do so -- and only the possibility that they will kill our child, but it is their aim. Now, should we try to stop them -- though risking their child? Or should we refuse, and take the increased risk that they will succeed in their murder, since no one dares disrupt them?"

"It is always wrong to take the risk of killing a child, whether we do it or they do," she will say.

"Why so?" I ask.

"Because it endangers the innocent," she replies.

"If that is the reason," I answer, "then you are wrong. It is best that we bomb without fear."

Her eyes grow wide. "You are mad," she says. (Read the rest)

Now, look at this photo of Green Helmet Guy...trophy hunter, extraordinaire. Do you know of any EMTs who would pose a child's body this way for the cameras? I know of fishermen who would, but no fireman or ambulance attendant would. This child is mere fodder in Iran's Proxy War.

I hope Salam Daher (Green Helmet Guy) gets a missile up his vile Hezbollah sphincter.

I will say this for Salam, though. He is one masterful son of a bitch, and I predict he will get an Oscar for both best direction and manipulation of the whoring adoring press, as well as best actor in the same movie.

But now, let's look at Lebanon, that innocent people who never did anything to deserve the rain of death falling on their innocent children and innocent puppies.

I could say plenty about this, but as I stated earlier, there are better, more knowledgeable people actually there who are better prepared to comment on what is going on in Lebanon.
Via the evil Elder of Zion and Israel Matzav (Don't forget the protocols. THE PROTOCOLS!)

Michael Béhé: The Most Hypocritical People on Earth.

The politicians, journalists and intellectuals of Lebanon have, of late, been experiencing the shock of their lives. They knew full well that Hezbollah had created an independent state in our country, a state including all the ministers and parallel institutions, duplicating those of Lebanon. What they did not know – and are discovering with this war, and what has petrified them with surprise and terror – is the extent of this phagocytosis.

In fact, our country had become an extension of Iran, and our so-called political power also served as a political and military cover for the Islamists of Teheran. We suddenly discovered that Teheran had stocked more than 12,000 missiles, of all types and calibers, on our territory and that they had patiently, systematically, organized a suppletive force, with the help of the Syrians, that took over, day after day, all the rooms in the House of Lebanon. Just imagine it : we stock ground-to-ground missiles, Zilzals, on our territory and that the firing of such devices without our knowledge, has the power to spark a regional strategic conflict and, potentially, bring about the annihilation of Lebanon.

We knew that Iran, by means of Hezbollah, was building a veritable Maginot line in the south but it was the pictures of Maroun el-Ras and Bint J’bail that revealed to us the magnitude of these constructions. This amplitude made us understand several things at once : that we were no longer masters of our destiny. That we do not possess the most basic means necessary to reverse the course of this state of things and that those who turned our country into an outpost of their islamic doctrine’s combat against Israel did not have the slightest intention of willingly giving up their hold over us. (Read the rest)

And Beckett, so that there is no more misunderstanding who the enemies of humanity are, please take note:

From the Daily Telegraph


Bottle and baby used as bomb
By Fiona Hudson

August 14, 2006 12:00
Article from: The Daily Telegraph

A HUSBAND and wife arrested in the British terror raids allegedly planned to take their six-month-old baby on a mid-air suicide mission.

Scotland Yard police are quizzing Abdula Ahmed Ali, 25, and his 23-year-old wife Cossor over suspicions they were to use their baby's bottle to hide a liquid bomb.

The theory is one of the reasons security chiefs are now insisting mothers taste babies' milk at check-in desks before allowing them to take bottles aboard flights.

The pair are among up to 23 suspects being questioned over a plot to bring down nine airliners over five US cities, killing thousands of people in the air and on the ground. (Read the rest.)

Finally, Beckett, I just don't get you. Are you in Israel? Because, dude, they are finally starting to understand the deadly magnitude of believing the sort of imbecility that intellectual braintrusts like you have been spoon feeding them for the last 20 years, and now they are paying a heavy price for it.

Sunday, August 6, 2006

We are all Hezbollah, now! or...Why Britain is doomed


In case you're wondering why I have put up a picture of
Sir Pat/Locutus of Borg-scroll down , it is because he and his folk are about to become assimilated, and resistance would be futile. Patrick Stewart left the US, not long after Dubya stole the throne from His Epicene Highness Al.

(Apparently, Sir Pat got his tights in a bunch over the Republican coup and left Hollywood in a snit. Not sure what make and model the snit was, but I hear she's gorgeous, and just a scosh over the legal age and even
has a job! Way to go, Sir Pat!)

Let's just take a look at his beloved England to see how things are faring in the future.

Personally, I have little or no hope for this once great culture, since it has developed a severe case of Historical Amnesia.

Where once we had the bastions of rigorous intellect and reason, and a center for reformed Christian thought, we now see Teletubbies and BooBah, and chavs and one-eyed Abu Hamza al Masri and his wives and welfare checks.

Really, blokes, you've brought this on yourselves. You say we're all Hezbollah, well then fine. I'll play the game with you. I will be a Hezbo, too. First thing, come September 11th, I am going to set a Katyusha rocket launcher up on top of the elementary school and fire me some hot Jew hate toward the newly built House of Joooz (synagogue) down the road, a piece.

If and when they fire back, and they almost certainly will, because they are Zionazi Joo baby killers, I will be long gone, and they will kill all the little kindergardeners inside. YAY! Prop-O-Ganda coup! Dude, does it get any better than this?

Oh yeah, because I'm Hezbo, the local press will want sympathetic pics of dead and disfigured tots for the afternoon paper, so they'll send over a pliant photog, who will take pictures where I tell him to shoot, and you know why?

Cuz I'm the beeyotch wearing the orange emergency worker vest and wearing the green helmet. Cuz I'm Hezbo, now.

Well, I doubt things will come to it as badly in the US as they have in the Old Country, but here's a glimpse of their future Utopia in Sharia Paradise:



Yes, we are all Hezbians, now. Hezbian. I like that. Kind of emasculating and easy to say. Hezbians. Rhymes with Lesbians. And looking at some of the femmes in here you can see why I would say that.

Did you hear the Dumb Blonde joke about the Dumb Blonde who was identifying herself as a Hezbian, and therefore really into misogyny, and female genital mutilation, and using children as suicide bombers? No? Well, here's a picture of the punchline for you.




Dollies! Getcher red hot dollies right here, folks! What little girl wouldn't want a bloody amputated doll on Death to Israel Day?


And what red hot dolly would be complete without accessories? Those shoes are to DIE FOR! Really.


If you truly want to see why England is so doomed, look at the Dhimmified Police Farce that is England's. Nothing to see here, folks, move on.



And now the hoisting of the New Improved Union Jack! Not quite as easy to draw as Ye Olde Union Jack, but why dicker about that? As far as I am concerned, Locutus has hoist himself on his own Picard.

All photos were posted at Moonbatmedia.
Except for Locutus. But that's just a matter of time. Heh.

Thursday, August 3, 2006

An Infidel commemorates Tish'a B'av (The Ninth of Av)



Video can be found at You Tube and Solomonia

Today is the Ninth of Av. It is a day of sorrow, fasting, weeping and remembering.

We don't have anything like it in Christendom. Not Good Friday. Not Ash Wednesday.

Tish'a B'av is a day of historical calamities.

Please click the title link for a a definitive explanation of this important holiday.

How do we, in the rest of the world even begin to understand the evil that surrounds Israel? How do we begin to contemplate what their enemies have in store for us, if we don't support the Jews?

We must look at their enemies, because their enemies are children.

An unfortunate truth. A hideous truth.

The cowardly adults have taken their own children and sacrificed them to their evil god of death.

From American Digest




Child Care

Children are easy.
One gun will rule dozens.
Shoot one, the rest will obey.

Children are easy
To keep and control.
No need to water or feed.

Children are easy.
Their tears are quite tiny.
No need to hear them or heed.

Children are easy.
They gather in schools.
It's simple to beat them en masse.

Children are easy.
Their bones are like sticks.
You can snap them in two if you please.

Children are easy,
And much cheaper to kill.
One bullet can blow away three.

Children are easy.
There will always be more
For the bags, for the bags, for the bags on the floor.

And please read this article from American Digest as well.

As non Jews, we have an obligation to commemorate Tish'a B'av:

We must weep for the children who are so callously sacrificed with wicked glee by their evil parents and teachers, and we must weep for the children who were taught, "Thou shalt not kill" whose parents tearfully and painfully must relinquish them to God's care, in order that civilisation and with it the whole world survives.

Pray for those who sacrifice themselves for a greater good.

Pray for their enemies, that God would lighten their darkened and foolish minds, and heal their souls.

Pray for their children.