Tuesday, August 30, 2011

First Car

Emily's first car. Freedom. She wants to live in her car. It would be more spacious than her bedroom, and she wouldn't have to do the dishes.  2 kids down...two to go.

Vile Manipulators of Perception

Oh, the heartache. The pauvre innocent! He only got 7 cents, and the judge wants to make him a felon....or so the headline says.

Syracuse 15-year-old gets two to six years for 7-cent robbery

Published: Monday, August 29, 2011, 12:28 PM
Updated: Monday, August 29, 2011, 1:25 PM
By Tim Knauss / The Post-Standard 
SYRACUSE, N.Y. -- A 15-year-old Syracuse boy will spend the next two to six years in juvenile detention and the rest of his life as a felon as a result of his sentencing today for a robbery that netted him and an accomplice seven cents.Onondaga County Judge William Walsh rejected a defense lawyer’s request to treat Anthony Stewart, of West Onondaga Street, as a youthful offender. That means his felony conviction will remain on his permanent record.Walsh said he might have ruled differently if Stewart had pleaded guilty, as did his accomplice, Skyler Ninham, 16.

Earlier this month Walsh sentenced Ninham as a youthful offender to one and one-third to four years in state prison. Stewart, who is not old enough for prison, will be sent to a juvenile detention facility.

Both Ninham and the 73-year-old robbery victim identified Stewart as a participant in the crime, Walsh said. “And yet you still denied it,” Walsh said to Stewart. “Well, that cost you.”

Stewart was convicted by a jury of first-degree robbery in July, two days before Ninham pleaded guilty. According to prosecutors, Stewart and Ninham ran up behind the victim Dec. 22 and knocked him to the ground. Ninham kicked the victim and Stewart punched him in the face, breaking his glasses, before the victim handed over the seven cents in his pocket, prosecutors said. The two teens had handguns, which Stewart later said were BB guns, prosecutors said.
Lawyer Laurin Haddad, who represented Stewart, said afterward that she was disappointed by the judge’s decision to deny youthful-offender treatment. In a presentencing report, a probation officer also recommended treating Stewart as a youthful offender.

“For seven cents, now you’re making someone a felon for the rest of his life,” she said.

Someone please inform both the headline writer and the lawyer that he wasn't made a felon for a mere seven cents. That was all that his brutal and remorseless crime netted him....that, and a nice sentence  to remind him that crime does not pay. 

Monday, August 29, 2011

What Eye Hath Not Seen...


The Haunting Beauty of NGC 3190 —A Deadly Supernova Factory
This magnificent galaxy inspires us, again, to ask: does advanced life  exist there? The fact that we have no proof of intelligent life  elsewhere in the universe may simply mean that intelligent civilizations  have all too finite lifetimes. NGC 3190 is a spiral galaxy of  unbearable beauty in the constellation Leo. It was discovered by William  Herschel in 1784. In 2002, astronomers uncovered one supernova in March  in the southeastern part and then another team uncovered a second  supernova on the other side two months later -sure destroyers of  vicinity-based life.
The spectacular image below is the “Trio in Leo.” There is actually a  fourth member of this group which not shown- but the group also goes by  another catalogued name of “Hickson 44.” These galaxies are estimated to  be 60 million light years away. The galaxy furthest to the left is an  elliptical galaxy (NGC 3193) and is fairly devoid of detail. The top  center of the image features NGC 3190. 
(via dailygalaxy)

Richard Dawkins looks at this and says, “There is no God!” The creation yawns, and in the blink of an eye, there is no Richard Dawkins.
This magnificent galaxy inspires us, again, to ask: does advanced life exist there? The fact that we have no proof of intelligent life elsewhere in the universe may simply mean that intelligent civilizations have all too finite lifetimes. NGC 3190 is a spiral galaxy of unbearable beauty in the constellation Leo. It was discovered by William Herschel in 1784. In 2002, astronomers uncovered one supernova in March in the southeastern part and then another team uncovered a second supernova on the other side two months later -sure destroyers of vicinity-based life.
The spectacular image below is the “Trio in Leo.” There is actually a fourth member of this group which not shown- but the group also goes by another catalogued name of “Hickson 44.” These galaxies are estimated to be 60 million light years away. The galaxy furthest to the left is an elliptical galaxy (NGC 3193) and is fairly devoid of detail. The top center of the image features NGC 3190. 
(via dailygalaxy)
Richard Dawkins looks at this and says, “There is no God!” The creation yawns, and in the blink of an eye, there is no Richard Dawkins.

Some Things are better left uneaten

Baby James had to try the leaf. Aunt Em told him he wouldn't like it, but did he listen? No, he did not.

(No babies or leaves were hurt in the taking of this picture.)

Famous World Ideologies, as explained by references to Cows

Feudalism: You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.

Pure Socialism: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else’s cows. You have to take care of all the cows. The government gives you all the milk you need.

Bureaucratic Socialism: Your cows are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The government gives you as much milk and eggs the regulations say you should need.

Fascism: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them, and sells you the milk.

Pure Communism: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.

Real World Communism: You share two cows with your neighbors. You and your neighbors bicker about who has the most “ability” and who has the most “need”. Meanwhile, no one works, no one gets any milk, and the cows drop dead of starvation.

Russian Communism: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk. You steal back as much milk as you can and sell it on the black market.

Perestroika: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the Mafia takes all the milk. You steal back as much milk as you can and sell it on the “free” market.

Cambodian Communism: You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you.

Militarianism: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.

Totalitarianism: You have two cows. The government takes them and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.

Pure Democracy: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.

Representative Democracy: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to tell you who gets the milk.

British Democracy: You have two cows. You feed them sheeps’ brains and they go mad. The government doesn’t do anything.

Bureaucracy: You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows.

Pure Anarchy: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to take the cows and kill you.

Pure Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.

Capitalism: You don’t have any cows. The bank will not lend you money to buy cows, because you don’t have any cows to put up as collateral.

Enviromentalism: You have two cows. The government bans you from milking or killing them.

Political Correctness: You are associated with (the concept of “ownership” is a symbol of the phallo-centric, war mongering, intolerant past) two differently – aged (but no less valuable to society) bovines of non-specified gender.

Surrealism: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

Source: Alien Times

Of course, this is all well-known...but what if you have TuCows?

Then of course, that's a horse of a different color.

Please Explain the Point of This Contest

Hmmm.  It says if I enter, I may win  $3,500 toward the purchase or lease of a new or used vehicle. That is hardly enticing. Gee Willikers, Batman, a chance to go further in debt. But now here's the kicker: No purchase necessary. Lemme get this straight, there's no purchase necessary to enter a contest where I might win something that will make it necessary for me to....purchase something. Win-win! I think?

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Wake Up, Damn you!

Tiberge, of GalliaWatch has been documenting the rapid and precipitous decline of France.

Of course, there's the romantic notion we ignoramuses have of what we'd like to believe goes on under the skies of Paris...

...and there's the much-needed reality check.

I thought I would give you all a graphic demonstration with the lyrics of one of my favorite songs: If you don't speak French, no worries. Just click the link above the video to see the translation and let the pictures here do the actual talking.

Sous le ciel de Paris
S'envole une chanson hum hum
Elle est née d'aujourd'hui
Dans le coeur d'un garçon

Sous le ciel de Paris
Marchent des amoureux hum hum
Leur bonheur se construit
Sur un air fait pour eux

Sous le pont de Bercy
Un philosophe assis
Deux musiciens
Quelques badauds
Puis les gens par milliers

Sous le ciel de Paris
Jusqu'au soir vont chanter hum hum
L'hymne d'un peuple épris
De sa vieille cité

Près de Notre Dame
Parfois couve un drame
Oui mais a Paname
Tout peut s'arranger
Quelques rayons
Du ciel d'été
L'accordeon d'un marinier
L'espoir fleurit
Au ciel de Paris

Sous le ciel de Paris
Coule un fleuve joyeux hum hum
Il endort dans la nuit
Les clochards et les gueux

Sous le ciel de Paris
Les oiseaux du Bon Dieu hum hum
Viennent du monde entier
Pour bavarder entre eux

Et le ciel de Paris
A son secret pour lui
Depuis vingt siècles
Il est épris
De notre île Saint Louis
Quand elle lui sourit
Il met son habit bleu hum hum
Quand il pleut sur Paris
C'est qu'il est malheureux
Quand il est trop jaloux
De ses millions d'amants hum hum
Il fait gronder sur nous
Son tonnerre eclatant
Mais le ciel de Paris
N'est pas longtemps cruel hum hum
Pour se fair' pardonner
Il offre un arc en ciel.

Your governments have disarmed you, have made speech and thought crimes punishable by character assassination, fines and even jail or banishment,  have made defending your lives, your property and your loved ones a crime for which you can be imprisoned. Europe has embraced, once again, genocide. It's own mass extinction. Suicide. Cultural, and literal.

In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act. George Orwell
"And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?... The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin's thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If...if...We didn't love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation.... We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward."  Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn


Hurricane Irene woke me up in a wonderful way. The sound of the wind howling and the fan blowing was just enough to make me snuggle down and close my eyes again, til my bladder had other plans. So, taking advantage of the 'cane and the fact that I'm now awake, thought I would post on what the weather brought in. Landsharks are now no longer a Saturday Night Live sketch. They're real, they're frightening to girls and small children, and they're amazing.

Land Shark
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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Play Wif Me!

Guess what I'm thinking.

Nope. Not even close.

I'm still hungry. Bring me more stuff to eat.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Speaking Truth to Parody

I wish I had some psychological disorder that would require me to see Dr. Zo on a regular basis, and mayhap I have one: Voyeuristic tendencies, demonstrated here:


See if you can tell the difference:

 I couldn't tell the difference, either.

Monday, August 22, 2011

The Mill and The Cross

This is a film I really want to see, even if only on my television....a 47 inch vizio, which is actually better than a movie house, since I don't have to worry about all the clutter and distractions that come with going to the movies, an ordeal I have come to hate, with a passion.


Here is the review at Libertas, and also one at Variety, with a nice tip o' the hat to Rickety Click for posting it.

By Joe Bendel. 
Pieter Bruegel the Elder was a truly subversive old master. Known for his paintings of the Dutch peasantry as well as Biblical episodes, his five hundred character masterwork The Way to Cavalry depicted the Spanish Militia then occupying Flanders as the Roman soldiers crucifying Christ. While Bruegel’s commentary on the Spanish occupation is inescapable, the painting is rife with hidden signifiers, which the painter himself explains in Lech Majewski’s unclassifiableThe Mill & the Cross, a painstakingly crafted cinematic recreation of The Way to Cavalry, which had its world premiere at the 2011 Sundance Film Festival.
 Employing state-of-the-art computer generation, scores of seamstresses and artisans, and an enormous 2D background recreation of Bruegel’s celebrated work painted by the director himself, Majewski brings the great tableaux to life on the big screen. Amongst those five hundred characters are Brueghel and his friend a collector, Nicholas Jonghelinck, to whom he explains his projected new painting, The Way to Cavalry.It is impossible to hang a pat label on Mill. Though it screened as part of Sundance’s New Frontier track for more experimental work, such a rubric really does not fit Majewski’s film. It certainly is not non-narrative filmmaking, since it encompasses the greatest story ever told. However, it completely challenges linear notions of time, incorporating Christ’s Passion and the world of 1564 Flanders, in which Bruegel and Jongelinck are simultaneous observers and active participants.
 Years in the making, Mill is an extraordinarily ambitious undertaking. Majewski represents the social continuum of Sixteenth Century Flanders, recreating the mean living conditions of the peasants, the clean, unadorned quarters of the relatively middle class Bruegel, and the privileged environment of the well-to-do Jongelinck. Majewski’s visuals are often arresting, like the scenes of art director Stanislaw Porczyk’s towering mill, which resembles the enormous set pieces of Terry Gilliam films. Perhaps most stunning are the wide shots of the Cavalry landscape, with the figures literally coming alive on Bruegel’s canvas. Yet, Majewski also captures moments of both tender intimacy and graphic torture, rendered with powerful immediacy.

Indeed, the wealthy collector clearly serves as the conscience of the film, decrying the capricious religious persecution that was a fact of life for Flanders under the Militia. Despite the almost overwhelming visual sweep of the film, Michael York gives a finely tuned performance as Jongelinck that really sneaks up on viewers. Rutger Hauer (worlds away from his other Sundance film Hobo with a Shotgun) also brings a forceful heft to the rather mysterious artist.
A personal triumph for Majewski, who also served as producer, co-cinematographer, co-composer, and sound designer, Mill effectively blurs the distinction between film and painting, yet it is more of a “movie” than nearly anything ever deemed “experimental film.” A unique, highly recommended viewing experience, Mill had its European premiere at the Rotterdam Film Festival yesterday (1/30) and will have its French premiere at the Louvre on Wednesday (2/2). There are worse reasons to travel to Europe on short notice. Indeed, it was one of the standouts at this year’s Sundance, which concluded yesterday (1/30) with the festival awards ceremony.

The Procession to Calvary, Pieter Brueghel the Elder, 1564. (seen at Blogging With Beddingfield

Alas, my search for showtimes is in vain. The movie will be playing in September in Los Angeles, but that only means it might never show up in the hinterlands of Lititz PA at all, so I guess I will probably see it, as I have with so many other movies too complicated for the plebes, on my television or computer screen. Not that I'm complaining. If the movie theaters don't want my business, I will happily oblige them by watching at home on a superior screen, with far better sound, and no criminal excessive charges for candy and popcorn.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Extremely Haram Hamfest for Sunday, August 21

My dear sweet sister-in-law and my beautiful, all grown-up niece and her boyfriend  are coming for dinner. Turns out, his name is James, and he's a baker! Win all around, I say. Choices, choices. I either go with Paula Deen or Meatloaf:

Looks like it's going to be Meatloaf, Mashed Potatoes with Duxelles, Sesame Green Beans and Banana Cream Trifle.

6 strips of bacon, cut into p'tit lardons, fried til crisp, removed from pan and set aside
1 diced onion or three shallots, diced
1 8 oz container of button mushrooms, diced
salt, pepper, tarragon, thyme
a splosh of brandy or Cognac

Sauté onions and mushrooms in bacon fat 'til caramelized. Add seasonings and herbs. Add liquor and set it on fire. Add the bacon pieces back into the duxelles.  Serve over mashed potatoes. Thank me in the comment section below. This is much, much better than gravy. Really. Trust me.

Mashed Potatoes
Also, the secret to making the best tasting mashed potatoes: Yukon golds, German or French butter, heavy cream, and heavily salt the water you boil the potatoes in. Chives or  parsley: Optional. 

Sesame Green Beans 
1 lb or more of fresh green beans, steamed, drizzled with toasted sesame oil, salted and sprinkled with sesame seeds.

Jewel's Banana Cream Trifle
2 small boxes of Jell-O Cook 'n' Serve Vanilla Pudding, cooked
6 Bananas, sliced into rounds
1 large tub of Cool Whip
1 package of Oreos, crushed into small pieces.

In a glass trifle dish or large, clear, glass bowl, layer pudding, bananas, Cool whip and cookies 'til you run out of stuff. Like a lasagna, but with bananas, cookies, pudding and whipped topping.

As for the meatloaf recipe, I change mine all the time. It is never the same, twice. I  haven't decided how I'm going to make mine.

Hat tip to Ann Barnhardt for the video.

Friday, August 19, 2011

I need this

The words don't mean anything to me. But unintelligible as they are, they spark a bit of  joy in hearing them sung with such exuberance. Watching Matt dance all around the world with other happy dancers joining him, even if only briefly just makes me happy. I need happy right now. Otherwise, I  might just spend the whole Friday crying. I need a good cry, too. Effin' hormones.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Ratatouille à la Bijou

Mary went to Root's the other day and brought me a small eggplant, a zucchini, a yellow bell pepper, a tomato and some mushrooms. As she unpacked her cheap finds, raving about the prices, I started cooking in my mind.
"So, what can you do with these veggies?"
"Only one thing. Ratatouille."
"Like the movie?"
"Yes, but without the rats."

So, that's what I treated myself to, while Husman took the family - all 11 of them, to the beach. Sorry guys, NOT interested. This time. Maybe when the weather is better, you know, when it's too damn cold to get in the water.

Ratatouille is a rustic Provençal stew made of summer vegetables; squash, eggplants, tomatoes, peppers, onions and garlic, usually. Here's my recipe:

1 large tomato, diced
1 large zucchini, diced
1 small eggplant, peeled, diced
1 bell pepper, red or yellow
1 large potato, peeled, diced
1 head of garlic, cloves all peeled but whole
olive oil
pesto sauce (jarred is good)
salt and pepper
grated Parmesan cheese

Set oven to 425. Mix vegetables with olive oil and pesto sauce, salt and pepper. Lay out in a shallow baking pan. Sprinkle a generous amount of Parmesan cheese over the top and roast for 30 minutes broiling the top for browning an extra five minutes or so.
That's it. Simple thing of delicious beauty.  Beats the taste of sand, any day of the week.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Happy 21st, Borderline Sociopathic Girl

Mary is a good singer. Always has been. One of those rare birds that just sings, just cuz. Kinda like this kid who's been floating all around the etherspheres and interwebs. Found him at Ka-Ching, and tracked him back to  The Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys who stated:
"The True Borderline Boy Learns Early How Cruel Women Are, Even Though The Only One He Knows Is His Mother, Who Gives Him Cookies"...

This Borderline Sociopathic Boy begs to differ.

Anyway, our happy little borderline sociopathic girl has a boy of her own, and he's good to her, too.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

A Helpful Reminder to Looters and Lawbreakers

The Ten Commandments

Thou shalt have no other gods before me. 

Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. 
Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me;  And shewing mercy unto thousands of them that love me, and keep my commandments. 

Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain; for the LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain. 

Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.  Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work: 
But the seventh day is the sabbath of the LORD thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates:  For in six days the LORD made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the LORD blessed the sabbath day, and hallowed it. 

Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee. 

Thou shalt not kill. 

Thou shalt not commit adultery. 

Thou shalt not steal. 

Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour. 

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour's.

Hat Tip to Bookworm Room: Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother while Dennis Prager explains.

Green Eggs and Hamlet

Via You Can Fly
Green Eggs and Hamlet
I ask to be or not to be.
That is the question I ask of me.
This sullied life, it makes me shudder.
My uncle’s boffing dear sweet mother.
Would I, could I take me life?
Could I, should I end this strife?
Should I jump out of a plane?
Or throw myself before a train?
Should I from a cliff just leap?
Could I put myself to sleep?
Shoot myself or take some poison?
Maybe try self-immolation?
To shudder off this mortal coil,
I could stab myself with a fencing foil.
Slash my wrists while in the bath?
Would it end my angst and wrath?
To sleep, to dream, now there’s the rub.
I could drop a toaster in my tub.
Would all be glad if I were dead?
Could I perhaps kill them instead?
This line of thought takes consideration -
For I’m the king of procrastination.

Baby at the Piano

James will be 8 months tomorrow. His Irksome Maw will be 21. Here he is, playing the Pounding Headache Concerto for Piano and Plastic Woodwind Pain Stick.  Please note the mentholated eye drops next to the pain stick.  Mo' pain, mo' pain, MO' PAIN! Clearly, there is not enough pain at the piano on that hard, cruel bench.
 A few notes into his aural screed he began doing  the "Second" Movement  (number 2) which would make this piece a  Concerto Gross-out.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

I Know You By Heart

Such a lovely piece of music for a beautiful sunrise on a beautiful morning.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

A Portrait of George Soros

Hero of the cult of Alinsky, behold the man. If you can. Hedging your bets is a good thing, but what happens when you ruin every nation's currency? What do you bet with, then? Goats? Canned goods? Your pa's watch?

One wonders what his portrait mouldering in the attic must look like.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Two Recipes for Counteracting a Blood Libel

These last few weeks have been very hard for several people on the internet I admire very much. Among them are the Baron and Dymphna at Gates of Vienna, Fjordman, Robert Spencer at JihadWatch and Pamela Geller at Atlas Shrugs. I have been reading their blogs from the time they began blogging. They have all been cruelly slimed by an incurious and gullible press as being the source of inspiration for Anders Breivik's mass murder. It's Sarah Palin and Tucson all over, again.

Daniel Greenfield has written a powerful essay on what our response should be when we are slandered this way.  Personally, I as a blogger have not been accused of contributing to Breivik's slaughters, largely due to the fact that I have only a dozen like-minded readers, and I keep a low profile, spending wasting a great deal of time leaving snark all over the comment boards at blogs better than mine.

Perhaps the most egregious example of false linkage is the case of Fjordman, who has been demonized in the Norwegian press and "interviewed" by the police who have also confiscated his computer. He has quit writing his beautiful essays and gone into hiding. This, in a democratic, free nation. I have been reading Fjordman's essays from the very beginning. He is a thoughtful, well-researched and very knowledgeable writer whose topics are widely varied, not just covering Islam and immigration in Europe, but everything from music to the origin of beer. Never once will anyone earnestly looking for a link to crazy man find a scintilla of violence in his essays. Except where he notes Islamic violence. One of his most poignant essays is about rape and the cover-up by the police and the press of  the victims (almost all natives) and of the rapists (almost all Muslim immigrants). And while on this topic, it is worth noting that just before Breivik began his one man war on his fellow Norwegians, a young woman was raped on the steps of the Norwegian Parliament in full view of security agents, who watched safely from their digs via security cameras. Not only did they not help her, but they shrugged it off as "a slow news day," when questioned by the press, which is the only reason why the press would bother questioning them.

On the other hand, one of the side effects of all this white hot attention to decent bloggers, is that many people are now aware of their sites and are going there to see what the bloggers have to say for themselves. I hope that many people who read those blogs have their eyes opened and compare what the bloggers actually say and what is being said about them in the press. This might be a blessing in disguise.

Here then, is a brave soul....David Wood,who, with others in his church has already been arrested for his faith, so he's got a lot of credibility when he speaks on these topics: Best line in the video:

"Unless our media friends would like us to believe that Spencer and Geller have a time machine powered by 1.21 jigawatts of Islamaphobia, I'd suggest they come up with a theory that at least partially corresponds to reality."
Couldn't say it better, myself.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Coexistence: Another Perspective

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. This is a reaction to the Kumbaya bumper sticker which demonstrates the lunacy of multiculturalism-bumper sticker wishful thinking. There is reality and fantasy. Our current malaise is attributable to the ascendancy of legislating reality and hoping for the fantasies found in the legislators' wishful thinking.  As a result of this insanity, we now have government which denies the existence of Muslim terrorism, but sees terrorists as housewives, husbands, children and all the other members of the Tea Party movement. We, the People are now the Enemy of State. That is why we need our own coexist bumper sticker, rooted firmly in the 2nd amendment. Sure....we can get along....right.

(Stolen shamelessly from Out On A Limb @ Mike Lief.com)

Oh, and one more thing: Please make this video go viral. Thank you
~Mother Effingby

Friday, August 5, 2011

How to Get to America From Japan using Google Maps

Here is the Wisdom of Google with all its technological wizardry at its disposal.

Please note #29 and #40 for very specific instructions.
Hat tip to my Japanese son Ikkei Itoku and congratulations on your nuptials, son. May you and your new bride have many happy years together and little munchkins, too. And also to my sister Malinda who got it from Ikkei and shared it with the rest of the famn damily.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

And the Light Shineth in Darkness

I saw this lovely photograph on tumblr and reposted it here. It gives me great hope and joy.

John 1

 1  In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

 2  The same was in the beginning with God.

 3  All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.

 4  In him was life; and the life was the light of men.

 5  And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

 6  There was a man sent from God, whose name was John.

 7  The same came for a witness, to bear witness of the Light, that all men through him might believe.

 8  He was not that Light, but was sent to bear witness of that Light.

 9  That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world.

 10 He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.

 11He came unto his own, and his own received him not.

 12 But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:

 13 Which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.

 14 And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.

Spoiled News Casters

This is what the press thinks of people who don't agree with them. They put a stamp of authority on it by bringing in psychiatrists. Here is how he thinks of people who simply want their government to stop spending money they don't have. The disconnect with reality is breathtaking. Quelle audace.

Responsible adults are likened by this troll to whiny spoiled children who act out when we don't get our way.  These are the nut cases, not the people of the Tea Parties.

Monday, August 1, 2011

The Only Borrowers Worth Being

When I was in fifth grade, we had many reading projects. From the beginning of the year to the end, we had to have one book read a month. There were at least 12 books and duplicates on a large round table in the front of the class room. They had library bindings and were placed upside down so that you couldn't see what the titles were. You had to pick your book randomly, not knowing what it would be.

Sometimes, you got lucky and picked a thin book with lots of illustrations, and sometimes, very unlucky, and got a thick book written in proper grown-up English and very few pictures.

It was my bad luck to get The Prince and the Pauper, by Mark Twain. I love this book, now, thanks to my enterprising 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Bosh, but at the time, I felt like Charlie Brown doomed to read War and Peace on his Christmas break.

Mrs. Bosh read most of the books to us from that table, which included The Hobbit, Pippi Longstocking and The Borrowers. By far, The Hobbit and The Borrowers were my favorite books to listen to.
Pippi had her own peculiar voice in my head, and hearing my teacher override the sound of my Pippi's voice with her deep and masculine Pippi's voice was not a pleasant experience.

The Borrowers is a great story. Every kid has probably been assigned that book, and now Studio Ghibli, a Japanese animation company, has made its own version of the movie, called Arrietty.

I thank my children for exposing me to the delightful world of Studio Ghibli. Spirited Away was one of the best movies I've ever seen, and Arrietty looks to be as whimsical and wonderful a film, too.

Is the Debt Ceiling Cat Mollified?

Any word, yet on whether or not we've been sold into receivership? (Picture stolen from Jennifer Weber, who got it as a present)

From iOwn the World:

Crimes against the English language require a death sentence that ends in a decapitation mark.