This should never happen to any guy. Ever. I only hope Mr. Cook doesn't have recurring nightmares from his encounter with Evil Twin Daughter #2. Of course, she had no idea that it was HIS elbow she was licking, (oh hell, how do I explain this?)
*Note the reaction of the beautiful lady in the upper left hand corner of the photo.
ET# 2 is an actress at the Kansas City Renaissance Faire, where she is playing The Hag. She's the one in the lower right hand corner with the dreadful locks and rotten teeth. Julia's job as fulsome wench is to be as disgusting as possible without violating any state or federal laws.
So, as she told me, not even knowing who he was, she idled up to the unsuspecting Mr. Idol and LICKED his elbow. And when, in utter shock he turned around, speechless, seeing the Vile Thang what licked him, she explained, cackling, "I needed some man essence to pollinate with." And then he bust out laughing, himself! It was only later that some one told her who he was.
Just you try and find a reason to say that to a complete stranger. Only at a renfaire.
Here's another perfectly useful Hag Line, should your conversation need some air: " 'Ey luv, 'Ow'd yer like to test drive a Slattern? I 'ave lots uv leg room, and there's even a plice to putcher fammerly jewels!"
...not that she actually looks like the hideous apparition in the photo.
You see? She is quite attractive. So much so, in fact, that when she went to her Iraqi-American girl friend's house to hang out, her mom was on the webcam with her younger brother, an interpreter for the US Army in Iraq. Immediately seeing Julia with his niece, he declared his undying love for her and announced that he would be marrying her, and that she had no say in the matter. Well, Julia laughed it off as a rather silly joke, but girl friend's mother explained, that when a Muslim man becomes fixated on a girl, it's all over for her...unless the brothers of said girl get wind of it, and then it's probably over for the both of them. It was actually a mini crisis, and I explained to the family that Julia was not going to be marrying a Muslim, sorry, but she's a Christian, and the answer is no.
Since he was in Iraq, and I believe this is what saved her from a desperate fate, he had no way of contacting her, and his sister quite emphatically persuaded him to find a nice Iraqi girl to settle down with. (Oddly enough, whenever her own daughter acts up, mom threatens to send her to Iraq to be his wife, and she immediately straightens up.)
Oh well, happy ending for him, he married his nice Iraqi girl...actually a young woman in her 20s. Having said that, I will be happy when he has all four wife slots filled with other nice Iraqi girls, so that my daughter will be completely out of the running. Whew!
Now then, while David Cook sang the song well, no one sings it better than Roberta Flack, and if you'll ignore the initial blip in this video, you will have to agree. No one sings it better.
From the Daily Mail (with added snark in parentheses from moi.)
By Tom Harper Last updated at 11:41 PM on 30th August 2008
Hardline female ‘preachers of hate’ are radicalising Muslim women at one of Britain’s top mosques. (who says women can't preach? Light years ahead of the Baptists, I tells ya!)
The Saudi Arabian preachers were secretly filmed ordering women to murder gays and ex-Muslims. (Note to gays: walk away FAST from any woman approaching you in a hijab or burqa)
Undercover reporters from Channel 4’s Dispatches recorded the lectures in the women’s section of Regent’s Park Mosque in London.
An unnamed Saudi woman is seen mocking other religions – labelling Christianity ‘vile’ and an ‘abomination’. Another, known as ‘Angelique’, claims Britain is a ‘land of evil’. (tell me, why then do you come here? Oh yes, for a better life. Remember to tell the authorities that when you apply for asylum)
The investigators attended lectures for two months at the mosque, which had promised a clean-up after another Dispatches probe just 18 months ago exposed it for spreading extreme Islamic views. (see picture above)
During one sermon, a woman called Um Amira says: ‘He is Muslim, and he gets out of Islam...what are we going to do? We kill him, kill, kill.’ (that's your answer to all lifes' problems, it seems)
In the programme, to be screened tomorrow, she adds that women adulterers should be stoned to death and people who have sex before marriage should get ‘100 lashes’. (Remember, girls: It ain't rape unless you have 4 male witnesses to agree with you)
Regent’s Park Mosque is one of the biggest and most prestigious Islamic institutions in the UK. Opened in 1944 by King George VI, it can hold up to 5,000 worshippers. (It can also hold up to 30,000 hand grenades, 1803 IEDs, 6 SAMs, 4 lashing chambers, 3 stoning pits, a preschool class on assembling and wearing a suicide bomb belt, and 173 Qassams)
After the 2007 Dispatches investigation, which also looked at mosques in Birmingham, West Midlands Police and the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) claimed Channel 4 had distorted sermons and tried to press charges. (the new down with crime tactic now being used by the British police: Prosecute victims of crime for slandering those who rob, beat, rape and violate them 7 ways from Friday)
But watchdog Ofcom dismissed their findings and Channel 4 won six-figure libel damages from the police and CPS. (Next time, there won't be a next time)
This time, Dispatches returned to Regent’s Park Mosque to find exactly the same extremist books on sale there and the female preachers spreading radical Wahhabi Islam. (No oppression of women, here. Go back to your lives, people)
One Saudi woman, who mocks other religions, says: ‘We feel nothing sometimes going past the church. What they say with their tongues is so vile and disgusting, it’s an abomination.’ (Things like, Love thy neighbor as thyself, and blessed are the peacemakers and their ilk)
Another female preacher, Um Saleem, says it ‘breaks her heart’ to see Muslims ‘working in banks, wearing short sleeves...and make-up’. (Invite them to Mosque on Friday, and lure them into the lashing booth for a quick 85 reminders of modesty)
Dr Al Dubayan said he did not know the preachers in the documentary and claimed the mosque ‘does not support or condone extreme views’. (To quote another Dubbayan, George Dubya, that is: Islam is a religion of peace. Islam is a religion of peace)
Well, it seems that women are finally making progress in the Land of Happy Concubines. Nice to see that they are getting out of the house. Actually, they are able to take their 'houses' with them, since the tent is now a fashion MUST-HAVE! Welcome to the Dhimmicratic Kingdom of Londonistan!
If there is anyone who could get my husband to vote with enthusiasm, it would be her. Def. In. Itly.
And really, what's not to like? She's a gun owner and eats caribou. Yummy yummy venison. She rides a motorcycle. She's like Ted Nugent, only gubernatorial and female. And purdy. Hippies could love this woman, too. Here are her kids names and ages: Track, 19; Bristol 17; Willow, 14, Piper, 7, and baby Trig. If those aren't Woodstock names, I don't know what is. Poor Hillary. Quo vadis, Demonatrix? Off seething somewhere, I imagine. Total coolness in the utmost! Ah yes, I was going to talk about dinner. Tonight's ham haramfest.
Now, it has been several years since I had a decent smoked ham. Uncured, smoked ham. The reason being is this person:
Yes, my number one child, 21 years of age HATES HAM! This is the face she would make if I said, "Emily, we are having ham, tonight." The thought of eating it repulses her. Oh, she won't give you some PETA lecture as to why it isn't good for you eat ham, but she will consult her internal thesaurus for an endless stream of antiham invective that would make veal blush. And she is lactose intolerant, so she has to drink soy milk. which I haven't really developed a taste for, yet, but I try, I really do. AND she is allergic to cats, so we won't be eating any of those any time soon, either....heh. Well, Oldest child has moved out and got herself a house with two night owls who don't understand why she needs to go to bed so early. (She works at 5 am.) So I get lots of whiny calls, sometimes, and others, I get to talk to an adult! It is really nice to be able to talk to an adult for a change. And tonight I made a mustard brown sugar glazed ham, which was enjoyed by three of the six people who used to eat dinner together. The leftovers will make a ham pot pie tomorrow night. Rachel loves ham, really really loves ham, and I figure, it has been at least 5 years since we had any ham at the dinner table for no reason, not even Sunday dinner. In Irksome Middle Child News, we turned her phone off....she still thinks curfew laws are merely suggestions, and so, while texting something reeeeeaaallly reeeaaally important, the Hubster called AT&T and had them turn off her phone. It was a pleasure to see her with her comatose phone, unable to get it to do her bidding. Scowls and stomping ensued, with slamming doors, but, afflicted with Schadenfreuditis, we enjoyed watching her suffer from yak yak withdrawals. Mayhap we will turn on the phone sometime soon, mayhap we won't. I'm leaning toward the mayhap we don't.
Well, next week is more convention madness, from Lake Woebegone. Garrison Keillor must not be thrilled with the Army of Hateristic Racism and Oppression of Womyn everywhere. And meanwhile, the City of New Orleans has preemptively accused the Republican Party for whatever damage happens with hurricane Gustave. Are we surprised? Oh well. They never learn. At any rate, I hope there is minimal damage, if any at all. Mayhap it will just be a load of rain, and mayhap it will be something worse. I thought about putting a Cat Scratch Fever Youtube video here, but I'm too damn tired. I'll think of something later.
Glenn Beck, I curse you! I can't get the song out of my head. Thanks a lot, guy.
Words:
All Hail the Messiah! Obama, Obama! The Path to the New Socialist Motherland Our Savior! Our Savior! Obama, Obama! The leader more famous than Lindsay Lohan Bow down and praise the One. Give him your money and your guns. Give us a country that makes your wife proud! Lord Barry heal the bitter ones. White and clinging to faith and to guns. Vote for the change of the hope of the change!
So. Very catchy. Yet, I like. Let's see if there are any other catchy Obama songs out there. I have hightlighted Building a Religion, and here it is again:
I imagine you must all be hungry for something more substantive than Spaghetti -Os. Here's what's up for din din:
A lovely, pulled pork barbecue sandwich, with broccoli slaw and baked, sweet and spicy sweet potato french fries.
First, the pork: Starting early in the day, I seared a large pork butt and seasoned it with salt, pepper and herbes de Provence. (Like Italian seasoning with added lavender.) After browning on all sides in a few tablespoons of butter, remove the roast to a roasting pan that has a tight fitting cover. Pour 2 cups of apple juice or apple cider into the pan to get all the brown bits up and pour over the roast. Add a little more apple juice and cover. Roast in a 225 degree oven for 5 to six hours. If you have a crock pot you can do this in the morning and do it for 8 hours. After braising, remove the roast to a plate and let set til a little cooler. Pull apart with a fork, set aside in a warm bowl, and ladel about 2 cups of the broth from the roasting pan into the pulled pork. This will keep it moist, and it will give the picky eaters something other than barbecue sauce to eat on their sandwiches.
Next: Broccoli slaw. This is too easy. Broccoli slaw is sold by the bag with other shredded vegetables added, like carrots and purple cabbage. Mix 1/2 cup of mayo or salad dressing with 1/2 cup of poppyseed dressing. Mix the broccoli slaw and refridgerate for several hours while the meat is braising.
Serve the meat on sliced kaiser rolls with slaw on the top or on the side.
Sweet potato fries can be bought in the frozen food section. McCains and Alexia are both good brands. Up the temperature of the oven to 400 degrees after removing your roast. Line a broiler pan with foil and spray with nonstick spray. Layer the fries, spray with the nonstick spray and toss them with the following mixture: 1/2 teaspoon of kosher salt pinch of black pepper 1 teaspoon of cumin 1/2 teaspoon of cayenne pepper 2 tablespoons of brown sugar 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon Bake for 20 minutes. No need to turn over. They have a nice sweet and spicy taste.
And when you're done eating, you can clean up with this handy-dandy wiper-upper tool! For the glory of the hole! (4 cylinders inside at ONE TIME!!!) Feel us while soft!
"I don't know, WWLD? That is, what would Leni Riefenstahl recommend? A little Wagner? Interestingly, there is no question whatsoever that she was a gifted artist. But look at the mesmerizing effect Hitler had upon her will -- and she is hardly alone in this regard. Van Vrekhem relates story after story of how strong men -- generals, diplomats, artists, and journalists -- were reduced to Jello in his presence. He clearly transmitted a kind of supernatural power to which many individuals attested. Is there an "artist" in Hollywood, or a celebrity journalist, who hasn't fallen under Obama's spell? Yes, a few, but only a few. .
Obama clearly has a similar kind of power, at least over the susceptible -- for example, his vaunted ability to make Chris Matthews' pasty thigh tingle. Obviously it can't be Obama's ideas, which are so banal, nor his accomplishments, which are nil. As was very much true of Hitler, Obama's words often make no literal sense on paper, and yet, he personally has this undeniably potent persuasive power. And he especially has this power over people who are not inoculated by genuine religion. In other words, he has a "religious effect" on the secularized mind. Deepak could be speaking of Hitler when he writes of how the Annointed One will bring about a "quantum leap" in human consciousness. How could anyone believe such utter sacred cow manure?
This is going to be an intensely interesting and entertaining election year. If anything, we well may elect a man who is nothing more than a Potemkin Village Idiot. Or we will elect a man who doesn't know how many houses he owns or how many of the landscapers and maids are illegal aliens, for that matter. I am not hopeful, either way. It is all so very very strange.
This Cult of Personality and all the evil that it produces is definitely lost on these acolytes of the Messiah™, which makes them all such tempting, great, big, fat targets of ridicule and satire. They will not be pleased, but now the fun isn't limited to comics and editorial cartoonists anymore, so I intend to take full advantage of the mirth that is to come. I won't be the only one, either!
Yesterday was the irksome middle child's birthday. She is officially an adult - which in her mind means she can do anything she wants and consequences? Damn them and bring on the booze. We have tried, tried tried to instill a sense of responsibility and right and wrong, only to see our efforts flung back in our faces. Keeds. They only hear what they want to hear. When I told my newly fledged adult that she had established patterns of behavior that would lead to failure in life....note how carefully I chose my words...she went ballistic and begun sulking ever so loudly, with lots of added profanity. So loudly was her pouting, in fact, that I had to roll up the car windows so as not to offend the patrons of Haydn Zug's (a historical eatery in our town, and expensive, too). All Unit #3 heard was that I thought she was a failure. "Well, tell me. What are you are doing right now that could be considered successful." $&%*#(@($^!!!!!" "Aside from that, I mean." "Eff-effin'- eff-eff!" "So you agree, that you haven't really tried." *pouting movements* "Does sleeping in late and not working make you successful in life?" >:( "Does drinking and hanging out with your friends get you an income?" {: O "Okay, then. You are now 18. And that means if you do whatever you want, you get to own it! It will be all yours. Not me, not your father will bail you out. Not out of your bills, not out of jail. Got it?" "Effin' effity-eff-effin' effer!" ..... >: @ "Oh yeah, and Happy Birthday." *sulk* It is really hard to slap a child while driving, so please do NOT lecture me. I have this fear of running someone over while angrily smacking my child, and then, while smacking the fartling some more, backing over the poor pedestrian and running him over again, just for good measure. It's called 'Transferrence' in Psychospeak. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Though she clearly did not deserve it, Dad took her out and let her get her nails done, which means we have to open her soda cans for awhile. And she got some little things, that she liked, like some cologne and some baubles and make up. We went out for her special dinner at Macaroni grill. She wouldn't eat anything more than a piece of fried cheese. And then she went out to celebrate with her friends. She didn't want a cake. She didn't want much from me. At 2 am, I called her and again at 4 am, but nothing. I wanted to worry my head off, thinking she may have been drinking, and whatever other horrors follow from that, but she came home this afternoon, as though nothing happened. And then she asked if she would be getting more presents. *nonplussed*. Sigh. School starts next week, and she must be drug tested, abide by a written contract and other adult realities. We shall see how long she lasts before she moves out.....and then back in.
Here she is at her most very beguiling, courtesy of Christian Behr: (click the link, and let the music play....it's definitely Ms. Vexatious Minx's style.) She has much potential. To lead or to be a follower. Boys beware. Miss Trixie is back in school. Someone's gonna learn a lesson, that's for sure.
The first time I had "Zo" at the joint, here, I fell immediately in virtual love with the man. His voice and smile just make me laugh. And he is completely disarming and charming. Now he has a new You Tube movie out ....and John McCain: if you are really for shizzle about winning the election, get the divine Mr. Rachel on board!
Don't EVEN think about calling him UNCLE TOM, Beyatches!
At what point do people begin to realize they have been had, and that they have had enough of being had? Consider Iraq, where Al Qaeda was having a successful reign of terror against their Sunni brethren by kidnapping their children; torturing and killing them if they refused to pledge fealty. Of course, Los Qaedistos would argue that they were protecting their Sunni brethren, but that is too nuanced an argument for an infidel like me. I am but a woman.
And for awhile that was pretty successful. Even the rumored kidnappings and killing of children and serving them up to their parents roasted for potluck Fridays seemed to keep the population somewhat quelled. Of course, the surge has certainly helped with cleaning up the rack and ruin Al Qaeda left in its wake, and making the locals to rethink about who is really on their side, but what caused the Sunnis to finally say "Khalas!" and begin to turn on their terror lords and masters?
Al-Qa'eda in Iraq alienated by cucumber laws and brutality
Al-Qa'eda is losing support in Iraq because of a brutal crackdown on activities it regards as un-Islamic - including women buying cucumbers.
Besides the terrible killings inflicted by the fanatics on those who refuse to pledge allegiance to them, Al-Qa'eda has lost credibility for enforcing a series of rules imposing their way of thought on the most mundane aspects of everyday life.
They include a ban on women buying suggestively-shaped vegetables, according to one tribal leader in the western province of Anbar.
"They regarded the cucumber as male and tomato as female. Women were not allowed to buy cucumbers, only men."
Other farcical stipulations include an edict not to buy or sell ice-cream, because it did not exist in the time of the Prophet, while hair salons and shops selling cosmetics have also been bombed.
Most seriously, Sheikh al-Hayyes said: "I saw them slaughter a nine-year old boy like a sheep because his family didn't pledge allegiance to them."
Such tactics have triggered a backlash among Sunnis, whom Al-Q'aeda had claimed to be protecting, the sheikh and military leaders said.
Lieutenant-Colonel Tim Albers, an American intelligence officer, told the news agency: "Al-Qa'eda's very heavy-handed killing of civilians backfired on them. The Sunnis just wouldn't stand for it any more.
"The self-described protectors of the Sunni community now kill more Iraqi Sunnis than anyone else."
Yes, it's always the little things which pull the blinders off people's eyes. Savor the moment.
If not for the brave bloggers reporting from Iran what the situation is like there, we'd have to rely on Diane Sawyers coyly interviewing a tyrant while seductively draped in a head scarf, and listen to her ask Dumb Blond Morning Television questions. Which is why I don't watch Dumb Blond Morning TV. The following story is a case in point:
We all heard how the vice chancellor of Zanjan University, Hassan Madadi, was caught on camera, by students of Zanjan university, while abusing his position and trying to sexually assault a student girl who was due to appear before the university disciplinary committee.
A brave female student went against all the threats and intimidations of the so-called disciplinary committee and university authorities and refused to give in to their demands and instead helped gather evidence to prove the corruption and abusive action of the university vice-chancellor Hassan Madadi. The vice chancellor's demands for sex was caught on mobile cameras by the students who had been alerted by the female student and who burst into Madadi's office to save her. Tens of thousands of people saw the mobile phone video posted on YouTube showing students seizing him, turning him over to the authorities and demanding that he be charged. (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=01NPJ5McQW4)
The news outraged Zanjan university students and 3,000 took part in protests. A flood of solidarity and support came from other university students. The university authorities, who were in a weak position at the time, tried to end the protests by giving false promises to meet the students’ demand
Any where else in the world, the vice chancellor would have faced the most dire punishments and would have probably lost his job and his university career would have ended for good, but not in the Islamic Republic, which presents itself as the flagship of morality to the unaware admirers of itself.
Any where else in the world, the female student and the other students who stood up to the abuses of the vice chancellor, would have been commended, but this is the Islamic Republic of Iran, where thugs and criminals are in government and the 'useful idiots' around the world can't admire enough the meaningless rhetorics of these 'anti-imperialist' tyrants.
After the demonstrations ended and the university closed for the summer holidays, the Zanjan prosecutor announced that 'exposing a sin is worse than the sin itself!' and the woman student who dared expose this abusive official was herself arrested and accused of having an unlawful affair. The university Vice Chancellor has now been promoted and there is talk of whether the Sigheh, Shiite temporary marriage where a man can marry a woman for as short as an hour, prayer verses were read or not before the sexual demands were made by the chancellor.
Four of the students who took part in videoing the abuse and rescuing the girl, Payam Shakiba, Hassan Joneydi, Arash Rayeji and now Bahram Vahedi have also been arrested.
Similar events in other Islamic Republic universities of Sahand and Kermanshah have also resulted in the arrest of the students instead of the authorities who were abusing their position. This is the Islamic Republic!
I was speaking to a war veteran friend of mine in Iran recently, he was telling me he was going along with his daughter to the university to collect her loan cheque, 'I have to accompany her everywhere, you can not even trust the academics in this regime, we never thought our country would come to this when we were fighting the Iraqis'.
This is what used to happen, in Stalin's Gulag Paradise, where people disappeared for any reason or no reason at all. If you went to the police to file a missing person's report, you would find yourself missing, too. If only there were bloggers, back in the day. And cell phones. And Youtube. In spite of all that, however, the insanity of the University continues. In Iran, AND here.
The Insanitizers in this case are women who speak on behalf of Islam. Women like Karen Armstrong and Yvonne Ridley. Armstrong is not a Muslim, but she has the stench of filthy Saudi lucre all over her. Yvonne Ridley is a British convert who speaks glowingly of the Taliban. Yes. They are insane. Women who should be speaking up for Muslim GIRLS, and who won't even bother to speak up for the plight of Muslim women, either. When it comes to the treatment of little girls, they are just too too busy to notice. All the speaking engagements, I suppose. Ultimately, the insanity turns on itself, providing a form of schadenfreuden entertainment for the rest of us. Case in point:
One book I won't be reading, while ensconced on my porcelain throne. Not that I care: From the book: "The novel, for example, includes a scene on the night when Muhammad consummated his marriage with Aisha: "the pain of consummation soon melted away. Muhammad was so gentle. I hardly felt the scorpion's sting. To be in his arms, skin to skin, was the bliss I had longed for all my life." The author, all upset about the cancellation of her insightful tome, said,"I wanted to honor Aisha and all the wives of Muhammad by giving voice to them, remarkable women whose crucial roles in the shaping of Islam have so often been ignored -- silenced -- by historians." That's right. This is a truthful recounting of ahem, "history". Heh. So, I won't miss this book at all. The fact that pedophilia can be made so sighfully romantic is disturbing. On the other hand, one barking moonbat woman squabbling with a clueless whitewasherwoman over the Prophet Who Shall Not be Named is delicious. Feel the hysteria as professor Moonbat defends the Faith:
This time, the instigator of the trouble wasn't a radical Muslim cleric, but an American academic. In April, looking for endorsements, Random House sent galleys to writers and scholars, including Denise Spellberg, an associate professor of Islamic history at the University of Texas in Austin. Ms. Jones put her on the list because she read Ms. Spellberg's book, "Politics, Gender, and the Islamic Past: The Legacy of 'A'isha Bint Abi Bakr."
But Ms. Spellberg wasn't a fan of Ms. Jones's book. On April 30, Shahed Amanullah, a guest lecturer in Ms. Spellberg's classes and the editor of a popular Muslim Web site, got a frantic call from her. "She was upset," Mr. Amanullah recalls. He says Ms. Spellberg told him the novel "made fun of Muslims and their history," and asked him to warn Muslims.
In an interview, Ms. Spellberg told me the novel is a "very ugly, stupid piece of work." Well, You get no argument from me, sister. Meanwhile, the horrid dehumanization of girls and women under Sharia continues, unabated. And you, you spineless, quaking plate of obsequious jell-o, you say NOTHING. In the immortal words of William Styron: "I'd call you a cunt, but you lack the depth and charm." Cue the crickets:
A civil liberties group for Muslims on Friday called upon the Eagan-based company that owns Old Country Buffet to investigate an incident involving a girl who says she was denied a summer restaurant job because of her religious headscarf. The Minnesota chapter of the Council on American-Islamic Relations is asking Buffets Inc. to investigate the incident, offer a written apology and participate in the group's workplace sensitivity and diversity training. H. Thomas Mitchell, an executive vice president for privately held Buffets, which owns and operates more than 550 restaurants across the country, said he couldn't comment on the specific allegations. "We are diligently investigating it," he said. "We are an equal opportunity employer and frankly view ourselves as a strong anchor in the diverse communities we are frequently in," he added. The Council on American-Islamic Relations has become increasingly active on the issue of religion in the workplace. It says it's seeking to educate employers about federal law restricting employment discrimination based on religion. Employers must reasonably accommodate their employees' or prospective employees' religious beliefs unless doing so would cause an undue hardship. Incidents such as the one alleged at Old Country Buffet are not uncommon these days, said Lori Saroya, chairwoman for the group's Minnesota chapter. Religious discrimination claims are among the fastest-growing types filed with the U.S. Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, though they remain a modest percentage of overall claims. In 2007, religion charges grew 13 percent year over year to 2,900.
In the Minnesota incident, Maryam Abdi, 16, who lives across the street from the Old Country Buffet in Fridley, said she interviewed for a part-time job as a cashier in July.
At the start of the interview, she said the manager asked her if she wore her headscarf all the time. Abdi said yes, and explained that she wears the scarf as part of her religion. She said the manager told her it would violate the company's uniform regulations and asked if she'd be willing to take it off for the job. Abdi declined, but said she told the manager she would be willing to match her scarf with the uniform.
The manager ended the interview, Abdi said, telling her to come back if she agreed to take it off. "We live in a nation that says equal rights," she said Friday. "It's not fair ... I don't want any of this happening to any other girls who wear scarves, and I would like to see a change."
Well, boo frickin' hoo. You really want to work for Ye Ole' Chum Bucket? You think you can stomach the oily vomitfest that is the epitome of all that is culinarily bad in The Great Satan? Feast your veiled eyes on this, ya akhti!
This is what passes for edible fare at Old Country Barffet. Now, prepare thyself for a cautionary tale of what happens to pretty uncovered infidel females at Old Country Barffet. This. Is a true story.
The irksome middle child was thrilled to be getting a job interview so soon after applying at Old Country Buffet. I waited for one hour out in the car while she had her interview, and she came out smiling, happy to announce that she got the job and would be starting Friday at 4 pm. She had her new work shirt and tie, her employee handbook, which was filled with pages of happy, zit-free, cleanly scrubbed teens eagerly serving delicious food in a pristine eating environment. To skinny people. Heh. Friday came, and wanting to make a good first impression, she showed up early by 15 minutes and I went home, hoping that she would stick out a job, any job. I picked her up after 10, eager to hear how her first day went. Silence. Uh-oh, I think, this isn't going to be good. She began to weep, quietly at first, and then with racking sobs, as she put her head on the dashboard. I didn't speak, but rubbed her back sympathetically. I know how hard working in a restaurant could be, especially on the first night....a Friday night....at an all-you-can-eat buffet. We drove home in silence and I followed her as she stormed into the house. "I am NEVER going BACK!" she announced to the living room. "What happened?" "I almost quit at 8, but I went into the bathroom and cried a little bit and then I decided to stick it out. But I can't go back there again, Dad. It was so awful." Then she let us in on the secret recipes of OCB, and how they're made. "First, I was supposed to be trained by this girl who showed up late. And then on top of it, she was totally stoned. And then this fat black woman kept screaming at me to hurry up all the time, and I didn't know where things were, so this girl, she felt sorry for me, and showed me what to do, but she was really busy, too, and, oh my Gaaaaaad, Mom, the place is filthy. Don't ever eat there again. Promise you won't!" Her voice hitched from all the crying, and then she resumed her tale of horrific woe. "This girl took me back into the refrigerator, and Mom, I am not kidding, they have a huge bucket that they scrape all the hot food into and they make stuffing from it! It was so gross, I wanted to throw up! And the manager, Walt, kept hitting on me. He wanted me to go out back with him to the dumpster...." her eyes began to well up, again. "He wanted me to do some blow with him behind the dumpster. Why would anyone assume I would want to DO that? He kept wanting my cellphone number, and I wouldn't give it to him, and he wanted my address, and the Mexican cook kept grabbing my ass. It was horrible! And the place is so filthy. There is filth everywhere in the kitchen. It was so disgusting." Her voice trailed off. "Well, I am proud that you did your whole shift, and no, you don't have to work there, anymore." (Note: people have told us to sue OCB for sexual harassment, and I said, that would presuppose she actually wanted a job there, that her whole meaningful existence required that she work there, and that, being deprived of a harassment-free work at the only job that means anything in the whole wide world, she would settle for hundreds of thousands of dollars in lieu of said job. I don't think we could convince any right-thinking jury that anyone sane would actually want to work there, although we might be able to persuade them never to eat there, again.)
The next day, my cell phone rang. A man's voice: "Is Mary there?" "No, who is calling?" Suddenly, the sounds of a screaming woman with squalling infant could be heard in the background. "Who's that? Gimme the phone! Who is THIS?" "Uh, you called me. This is Mary's mother. Someone called for Mary, my daughter." "Mary?! Who's this Mary? How do you be knowin' some Mary? You better not be talkin' to no Mary!" More infant screaming, overlayed by wifelike screaming, with lame-ass, excuse-mewling sounds coming out of the man. *click*.
An hour or so later, the woman called my cellphone, this time, without the screaming child and emasculated, simpering life partner, and quietly asked, "How does Mary know Walt?" "Does Walt work at Old Country Buffet?" "Yes." "Well, thanks to Walt, Mary will not be going back to work there, again, EVER, and furthermore, I am assuming he is over 21, he hit upon her, and she is only 17, which means she's still jail-bait in this state. And he wanted her to do drugs with him behind the dumpsters! And since she wouldn't give him her address and phone number, I am assuming he went into her files and got that information. So thank Walt for her not wanting to work there, anymore!" The sounds of relief and happiness and cheer greeted my ears, as she said, " Thank you! I will!" And she hasn't worked there, since. And I haven't eaten there, since, either. Neither should you.
These are the words I grew up singing to this lovely little ditty:
La Cucaracha, la cucaracha, ya no puede caminar, Porque no tiene, porque le falta marijuana que fumar. One day when the cook was baking, wondered he what is she making? The apple pie's so appetizing, and the batter's slowly rising. To the side he started skipping, and just then he started slipping. Into the apple pie a-blazin'. Now he's just another raisin. La cucaracha, la cucaracha. Ya no puede caminar. Porque no tiene, porque le falta marijuana que fumar.
I should hook him up with Walt behind the dumpsters at Old Country Buffet.
Women do indeed have it bad under Shari'a. We in the west seem blissfully unaware of it, even when its grisly, unjust practices are in our own backyards. So many think they are being tolerant, when in fact, they are just being cowards. Honor killings. Not a problem. That's THEIR culture. And so, a generation of young women is lost due to the ridiculous sense of pride and shame within the family. And the west just shrugs. Whatever. Not news. Next up, please.
Olympics. In China. This ought to be fun. Remember Mehboba? She has asked for asylum in the west, so that she can continue to train and participate in the Olympics. Without the fear of being slain. I really hope to see her compete, even if she should lose badly. She will have won a victory of sorts. What would really be a victory for her, is if she could just come to America (without a male relative) and train to compete for US. As an American. A victory by her would be stinging sand in the eyes of the Taliban, and more enjoyable than watching Bunker Busters and Daisy Cutters blast away at Osama's caveman camps.
The slick, Madison Avenue marketing of Islam to western women is hideous in its cover up....so to speak... of the realities that women live with under Islamic rule. Thanks to the Middle Eastern Media Research Institute and the internet, however, we can know without excuse those realities. But what to do with this knowledge when you get it. Firstly, it's important to know what you believe, and why you believe it. Secondly, it's important to stand up to those in academia and the press, and the gullible masses, even if you are a lonely voice crying out in the wilderness. Waheja al Huwaidar is one such lonely Saudi voice. From MEMRI special dispatch 1604, June 1, 2007:
"There Are Five Types of Shackles, or Jails, For the Woman - if She Manages to Escape One, She Might Enter Another"
Wajeha Al-Huwaidar: "Saudi society is based on masters and slaves, or, to be more precise, masters and maids, because the masters are the men, and the slaves are the women."
[...]
"The ownership of a woman is passed from one man to another. Ownership of the woman is passed from the father or the brother to another man, the husband. The woman is merely a piece of merchandise, which is passed over to someone else - her guardian. How do you recognize a maid or a slave? The decision making is out of her hands. All the decisions are made by the master. Women today are not allowed to make any kind of decision - not about marriage, work, studies, medical treatment, leaving the house, or traveling."
[...]
"I believe that in general, for the Saudi woman, every day is a new battle. She needs to find ways to live on the face of this earth without colliding with the law, with men, with society, with the religious clerics, or with the political establishment. She is besieged. There are five types of shackles, or jails, for the woman - if she manages to escape one, she might enter another. The first is the tribe, then comes the family, then the religious institutions, the political establishment, and finally, society. Wherever you go, you encounter a battle. What are you to do? Within every Saudi woman, there is a Scheherazade. Imagine Scheherazade trying every night to stay alive until the next night. That's how I see the Saudi woman. Some might say that I am exaggerating, but..."
Interviewer: "Some say your perspective is a bleak one."
"The Woman is Raised to Fear Man and Society"
Wajeha Al-Huwaidar: "It's not bleak. I am being realistic. I know that some of our women live in prosperity and freedom, and I am one of them, but to what extent? To what extent do you own what you possess? Nadine, hypothetically speaking, if whoever gave you that freedom decided to take it away from you - would you have the ability to escape this punishment?"
[...]
"The woman is raised to fear man and society."
Saudi author Khaled Al-Ghanami: "So why does she accept this upbringing?"
Wajeha Al-Huwaidar: "Because she stands to lose a great deal, if she rebels. When a man rebels, he might collide with the political establishment only. But when a woman collides with several institutions. Ultimately... I don't know if you've noticed, but when a woman begins to become liberated, she is not respected by society, but when a man raises the banner of liberation, and calls for equality and liberalism, he is highly respected and is always given prominence. Even the state shows respect for a man who speaks freely, but it shows no respect for a woman who speaks freely. She pays the price on every level - her family, religion, and society. Ultimately, I think women are greatly feared. When I compare the Saudi man with other Arab men, I can say that the Saudi is the only man who could not compete with the woman. He could not compete, so what did he do with her?"
Khaled Al-Ghanami: "Why couldn't he compete?"
Wajeha Al-Huwaidar: "Because he has great fear of the woman. The woman has capabilities. When women study, they compete with the men for jobs. All jobs are open to men. 90% of them are open to men. You do not feel any competition. I'm not competing with you for your job. Saudi men do not face competition from non-Saudi men, who are also considered of lower status. The Saudi is a man who has never known the meaning of exerting efforts in order to realize a dream. That is the Saudi man. I am not talking about all men, but about most of them. If you do not face competition from the Saudi woman, and not from the non-Saudi man, you have the entire scene for yourself. All positions and jobs are reserved for you. Therefore, you are a spoiled and self-indulged man."
The weakness of Muslim societies, and ultimately their downfall is...their men. Their indolent, non challenged, lazy society of tea-drinking do nothings. Women dream, want, hope, for lives that are as fulfilled as womens' in the West, and they can see it. How long will it be til they achieve it, as well?
Please note the use of Whitney Houston's voice in the above video. Powerful. Singular. Female. FREE. Perhaps if Ms. Houston knew exactly just how powerful her voice was in the veiled ears of her Muslim sisters, she might clean up her act and look outside of herself and kick the demons off her back.
On June 12th in Iran, nine women - who had called for a protest against the arrest of their friends - were arrested themselves. This demonstration was to have occurred on the anniversary of last year's mass arrests of women activists who had attempted to collect one million signatures against the anti-women laws in Iran.
For over a decade, the women of Iran have been using every method of peaceful protest against Shar'ia law, the guiding law of the land, even though the protests were stopped every time they began. As Shar'ia applies to women, these laws restrict - in a draconian way - women's mobility and rights. For example, in Iran, the law oppresses women by such indignities as counting women's testimony as only half that of men, and by such barbarity as stoning women to death for adultery. So it is critical that these brave women prevail in their protest against such cruelty and backwardness. But instead of respectfully observing and noting the protests - like them or not - as politicians do in the United States, the Iranian regime arrested the protest leaders in raids to their homes at 5:00 a.m., beat them up and dragged them to Iranian prisons while all the roads to the planned demonstration location (and to the women) were blocked by paramilitary forces.
Iranian women started by voting overwhelmingly for the Mullah Khatami in 1996 who promised them reform but, once he was elected, betrayed them. Since then, these valiant Iranian women have tried every possible path to get their rights back but they have ended up with nothing more than prison terms. Facing the fact that the regime would not reform its anti-woman Islamic laws, and the paramilitary forces would not allow any assembly or demonstration of their demands, a group of women set out to collect one million signatures against the oppressive Islamic laws to make their point.
So on June 12, 2007, a half dozen women started out to collect one million signatures and, by the end of the week, they had hundreds of volunteers helping in the collection of the signatures. In no time, the regime learned about the effort and ordered the arrest of the women and the confiscation of all their collected signatures. The Iranian human rights activists in Western democracies have been petitioning, writing and talking about this issue ever since but there is no response nor, appallingly, is there any support from any Western women's group. It is just as shocking that even the UN Commission on the Status of Women (CSW) has been thoroughly indifferent to this particular offense as well as, generally, to the oppressive regime itself: the Islamic Republic of Iran, which has stripped Iranian women of all their human rights and left them defenseless as underclass and oppressed citizens.
Thousands of women from the Americas, Europe, Africa and Asia gather together every year to discuss violence against women but the real problem is discussed only superficially. The biggest and worst oppressors of women in today's world are Islamic theocratic regimes, yet there is no mention of their gross violations of the human rights of 800 million women throughout the world, and that includes the women of Iran.
Western women have no need for the UN Commission to defend their rights. They are not only fully emancipated and empowered; they are living in the free democratic societies that will allow them to speak up if they so desire. In Iran, it is the opposite.
The singular need and mission for the UN Commission on the Status of Women is to defend and secure the human rights of women who live under the tyranny of patriarchal hierarchies and who have no face, nor any voice. Yet most unfortunately, the Commission - in a shameless and disgusting way - does not deign to defend such suffering. CSW has demonstrated repeatedly that it is not concerned about the women who are deprived of their most basic humanity. No one within the Commission has an interest in discussing the abuse of women by these oppressive laws and, in fact, they all turn a blind eye to the plight of Iranian women.
And then there is the UN auxiliary organization, UNIFEM, whose slogan on their letterhead is, "Say NO to Violence against Women" next to the beautiful face of Ms. Nicole Kidman, their honorary chair.
UNIFEM even goes out of its way to solicit money from the oppressors of women, like the Islamic Republic of Iran itself, even though they know full well that Iran is perhaps the most wanton violator of the human rights of women. Iranian women have been struggling for three decades to get their human rights back from this dreadful Islamic regime, yet they are being ignored by the world.
In an ideal humanitarian world, one would expect UNIFEM to have a list of such immoral governments and indict them in the international arena for their inhumane laws. In an ideal world, UNIFEM and the United Nations would punish and pressure these regimes that oppress women, but instead they solicit bribes from them.
Is it wrong to assume that if UNIFEM receives money from a gender apartheid government, it is expected to be silent about that government's gross violations of women, and also to be silent about their children's rights? Is it logical to believe that if UNIFEM criticizes these regimes, they will not receive that regime's largess the next year around? And if they continue to receive funds from such oppressive regimes, is it logical to assume that UNIFEM must have understood such unspoken expectations?
One thing we know for sure: the Islamic Republic of Iran is expecting reciprocity for the undisclosed large amounts of money that they contribute to the apparently corrupt UN.
How could - or why should - any woman anywhere in the world, whether or not she lives under such onerous oppression, have any faith or any trust in the UN, or in its Commission on the Status of Women, or in its auxiliary organization, UNIFEM? In this question lies the disturbing truth that the UN's disdain for Iranian women threatens women worldwide. The only thing that stands between the fate of any other woman on earth and the fate of Iranian women is the wrong politician, or regime, in place.
Perhaps the reason that no one pays attention to the struggles of Iranian women is because the international organizations and European governments are all choosing their own short-term economic interests over and above the human rights of the women and children of Iran.
And why not? After all, what is the value of a human life compared to that of money?
Western women need to wake up and help, and quit bitching about their "unequal" pay rates. In other words: Put up or shut up.
Once more, in case you didn't get the message. From a real liberator of women:
This is going to be an unnecessarily interesting election year. I am not even sure I'll vote. Pennsylvania is going blue again, this year, and Lancaster County is just an island of Conservatism in a vast liberal sea of Lotto Libertopia.
Please note the side bar tribute to Jo Stafford, and make hajj HERE
Yes, she really can sing. We'll miss her, greatly.
Update: Elder of Zion has encouraged me to submit the roasted chicken with artichokes and olives recipe and lemon potatoes (sans beurre, mais bien sure, oops, pardon my French, I meant, ma certo, con olio d'oliva!)
I made this kosher by eliminating the butter in the potatoes. In fact, I've altered it altogether:
Lemon and Herb Roasted Chicken Stew
1 2 lb. cut up fryer, pieces dredged lightly in flour 3 tablespoons of olive oil, or enough to coat the bottom of a large Dutch oven 4 cloves of garlic, pressed Assorted herb sprigs, one of each, tied into a bouquet garni: Rosemary, thyme, sage, Tarragon, and Dillweed 1 can of chicken broth 2 bay leaves 2 cans of cannellini beans, drained. 2 lemons, (zest and squeeze the juice from one lemon, and slice the other as thinly as possible 1 can of artichoke hearts, drained 1 small jar of sun dried tomatoes, julienned 1 jar of olives (your choice. I like the Burgundy olives which are soaked with roasted red peppers, or the dry cured green olives with garlic, but calamatas are good, too. Just make sure they are pitted. Chopped parsley. 1 1/2 lbs of new potatoes 1 Spanish onion, chopped roughly. Salt and pepper, to taste Red pepper flakes, a scosh. (Just a scosh will do ya)
Brown the chicken pieces in olive oil and remove to a plate. Saute onions and garlic. Add the tomatoes, beans, artichokes, olives and lemon slices, and let them cook together for a few minutesi. Add potatoes, broth, lemon juice and zest with the bouquet garni and bay leaves. Add browned chicken back to the pot and cover with a lid. Roast for 2 hours in a low oven. (325 degrees) Garnish with chopped parsley. Optional: Add 2 cups of white wine. You can also eliminate the fresh herbs by using an Italian herb mix. Both are equally good.
*Note the reaction of the beautiful lady in the upper left hand corner of the photo.
