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From The People's Cube via Gallia Watch

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  Stained glass window by John Piper Gerard, may all your days be graced by Love, Truth and Beauty from here, to Eternity, and beyond! Ode To Sir William Sidney On His Birthday by Ben Jonson Now that the hearth is crowned with smiling fire, And some do drink, and some do dance, Some ring, Some sing, And all do strive to advance The gladness higher; Wherefore should

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So now the Anglican Church, the State Church of Great Britain, is teaching the Christmas story to their dwindling membership from the Koran. I really hope that they festooned the church with decorations that don’t inflame the anger glands of those surly practitioners of The Religion of Peace™. In other words, I hope they’ve Decked the Halls with white flags of surrender outside all the

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1. Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. 2. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away; change and decay in all around I see; O thou who changest not, abide with me. 3. I need thy presence every

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I went to the grocery store, yesterday, with the intent of leisurely shopping for my meatloaf dinner. That was my intent, but the popular culture has become so dreadful and hideous that the whole Stepford Wife experience was wasted, and I quickly gathered the bare minimum of things and went to the checkout. Then Bruce Springsteen started singing: I looked to her face to see any kind

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We forget so soon. Perhaps we need to begin manufacturing more mill stones.       I don't know why I'm posting this now, except to say that Evil always goes after the children. From the beginning of time, Evil always seeks to murder the innocent. We don't seem to know how to tell the difference, anymore. The most naked aggression and vile act can be dismissed as a psychological aberration. Meh

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You should always play in such a way to make elephants weep for joy.

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Parents Sue D.A. for Charging Their 6-Year-Old Son With a Felony After He Played Doctor With a 5-Year-Old Girl Jacob Sullum | November 23, 2011 Last week the parents of a Wisconsin boy sued Grant County District Attorney Lisa Riniker for charging their son with first-degree sexual assault, a Class B felony, after he played "butt doctor" with a 5-year-old girl. He was 6 at the time. When the

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I have no idea what she did, but it required two of New York's smiling Finest to take the second born Evil Twin in for "questioning". "I've found this camp to be a blessed site,"  saith the protester in Occupytopia. The squatters camp is right across the street from the Pennsylvania College of Art and Design and adjacent to the Lancaster City Police Department. It's got to be tough sitting

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Never underestimate the strength of willpower.

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I really like this man. He looks just like my little brother. The language he's speaking is Unglish, but the subtitles are all in English. Enjoy.

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Aw, cut the man some slack. It's hard to be the former president of the United States, God, a prison convict driving some old biddy around, all the while raising the baby grand daughter. Not to mention working for the hated electric company. How's the man to get to a tea party with all that going on, anyway?

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That was last week. I guess they got the message and decided to amp it up this time around.  You would think that after years at the university, these protest junkies would have learned something more useful than chanting in unison and banging the drum all day. Really, guys? Is that all you can do to express your rage? Hell, is that even how you define rage? Watch for the moment when the

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Cut Poison Burn from Nehst Studios on Vimeo. Two words never to say to your doctor: Alternative Treatment. If you think that the government knows what's best for you, think again. The crisis never ends. The Cancer Industrial Complex, the Birth Defect Industrial Complex, they make far too much money in keeping the crises going. To understand best what is so evil about statist crony capitalism,

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Amerikanischers, you know NASSSSINK!  Here, let the professionals show you how it's done. You're almost there! You've got the color part down, now fix the scheming part! This film is in 14 parts at Youtube. Watching it is surreal from the outset, because we see people like ourselves, ready to confess to crimes that aren't crimes, who are ready to spy on their neighbors, all while

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There are days when the 911 troothers and history revisionists in the Looking Glass just get to me. These are people whose intellects have been nourished on episodes of The X-Files.  I just can't take all the trooth and history. But here it is, as it is posted on tumblr. Without Muslims you wouldn’t have: Coffee Cameras Experimental Physics Chess Soap Shampoo Perfume/spirits

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I wanted to write something about this anniversary, but I feel so very very small and inadequate to the task. All I can write is this constant thought I have had since that day: The man showered, dressed sharply, combed his hair, his shoes were polished. The reservations for dinner had been made, everything in order. A beautiful day, and it felt good to be alive. He greeted his fellow

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Translation: "We come in peace. We mean you no harm. Resistance is futile. My diaper needs changed. Let me bite you some more."

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Rumspringa (also Rumschpringe or Rumshpringa, derived from the German term "herumspringen" or short "rumspringen" (meaning "jumping around") and the Pennsylvania German term "Rond Springen" or "running around")[1][2] generally refers to a period of adolescence for some members of the Amish, a subsect of the Anabaptist Christian movement, that begins around the age of sixteen and ends when a youth

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“Res Ipsa Lipitor!” cried Mme Scherzo, as she delved into the deep dish, foot high, banana and coconut cream pie. The proper thing to do would have been to dive heedlessly with the fork, but she wanted to slowly plumb the sweet and milky depths for every golden banana coin in that coconut cream sea on the tender and flaky shores of the pie crust, ‘neath that warm and toasty meringue sky.

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Some people hand out tracts to the unwashed and unsaved, others use their vehicles. I’m sure they meant well, but I’m willing to bet none of the passengers on that bus would actually go to Darfur to save someone. Like the environmentalist who indulges in ‘carbon credits’, he will ‘donate’ the necessary funds to people who are also too cowardly to go over to Darfur and save anyone, but with the

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Via The Leading Tone: Saint-Saëns - Le carnaval des animaux XIII. Le cygne (“The swan”) Clara Rockmore, theremin This, undoubtedly Saint-Saëns’ most high-mileage melody, was the only movement of The Carnival of the Animals he allowed to be published in his lifetime. Rockmore makes handling the theremin look simple—but her playing is masterful, and her control of the instrument

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In spite of the day being my birthday, it is a day heavy with dark and painful memory. A date that lives in infamy on at least two occasions in the 20th century: The beginning of the Second World War, and Beslan. via Gates of Vienna SEPTEMBER 1, 1939 by W.H. Auden I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest decade:Waves of

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Photo by SanFranAnnie @ Flicker And the hores do mone, so says I.  Coming out from Carrabba's after picking the tiny bits of meat off'n the agrodolce ribs from the casuale menu, I felt slightly let down. I always do when we eat out. But only because I know I can make the damn thing better in my own kitchen for a fraction of the extortion. The husband stopped and looked at the Lotus in the

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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.

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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

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moderation: 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

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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.)

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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Guess what I'm thinking. Nope. Not even close. I'm still hungry. Bring me more stuff to eat.

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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: Heh. See if you can tell the difference:  I couldn't tell the difference, either.

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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

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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. Duxelles 6 strips of bacon, cut into

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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.

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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

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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

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The Ten Commandments I  Thou shalt have no other gods before me.  II  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

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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

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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

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

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Visit msnbc.com for breaking news, world news, and news about the economy 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

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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

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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.

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I tremble, when I consider that our youth are going to be making life and death decisions in the near and desperate future. They aren't able to process logic, or to look with a gimlet eye at lies being passed off as facts. Malleable fools, all. They think with their emoticons and not their brains. How is it that some made up statistic can induce such anger in women? Take, for example the

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Tonight, I woke at 11 pm when the Irksome Middle Child called to say she wanted to talk. Rats. I didn't want to talk so late at night, especially when I had to be at work in a half hour, so I told her that my mind was still in a cryogenic state and to call at a reasonable hour....and I hung up and then I remembered, "Ah, our bakery is closed on Sundays....no work for me, tonight, and I drifted

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One of the sillier movements in the swirling of the mind shit at the bottom of the toilet known as academia is the 'gender neutral' fetish. Surely the end of the ages is upon us. Consider the bromide I found at tumblr while holding your nose: Pronoun question. I need your opinions. anythingnonbinary: I try to refer to everybody with gender neutral pronouns because I feel it’s time the world

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Well, now, color me surprised most serendipitously, to have stumbled upon this fella, since most Islamic scholars regard music as an evil, and in the more rigid Sharia-controlled regions of the Middle East, music is barely tolerated. From the website Sunni Path: Music and Singing?  The case with music and unlawful singing is the same. It has been decisively prohibited in Shariah, as the

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Rusty Shackleford (no relationship to this person) almost gets it right about the murderous madman Anders Breivik. I am going to pick a wee, bitty nit with him in the definition of Islamophobia. He says, "I've always hated the term 'Islamophobia'. It seems so .... imprecise. These people are irrationally afraid of .... Islam? I don't know about that. Perhaps Muslimophobe works better? It just

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Dance Me to the End of Love Alas, I will  never know such fleet-footed litheness, for dancing is just a bit of foreplay for me and my man.  And this is musical foreplay, to be sure. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, Husman, that the tykes will all be out of the house by lunch time, tomorrow, and should they read this, they'll take the hint and be gone.

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Via View from the Right: Monday, July 25, 2011To: Friends & SupportersFrom: Gary L. Bauer Norwegian Terrorist No Christian Both the Washington Post and the New York Times have run headlines labeling Anders Breivik, the Norwegian mass murderer, a "right-wing Christian." These are the same two newspapers that go to great lengths to avoid using the word "Muslim" to describe Islamist murderers

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This, of course, is the way the story should have ended before Disney ruined it.

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My husband took the family To spend a day beside the sea. We brought umbrella, towels and spade, I sat with Kindle in the shade. The sultry air was still and dense. The shade offered no recompense. I listened to the siren’s song And wandered through the noisy throng. My charming husband took my hand, Together waded out from land. We rushed up hillocks, down in dells With foaming

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I'm sure I'm not the only one who saw this, but here it is. I think I'm going to start saying what I really think in this blog. I've tried conventional thought, hoping for the best, but yeah, I'm done with that. My first inclination to fixing the problem is to start with fire: Fire the government, everyone. Cleanse it all out with fire. Let's start with the public schools. Burn them all to the

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This is why there is no hope of government reform. Only the wrath of God or the people. We shall see whose wrath is kindled first.

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I would like to wish Sir Patrick Stewart a very happy birthday on this, the first day of his 71st year! I think you will agree, watching this video, that he has avoided the pitfalls of being typecast that come with becoming an iconic figure on Star Trek: Congratulations to you, Sir, for not hoisting yourself on your own Picard! You deserve a nice virtual birthday cake.

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The Insidious Rapacious Suckers of American blood (IRS) have graciously extended the deadline for filing our taxes by three days. How kind of them. In celebration of the harvest, I am posting this timeless essay.     BY WM. BROUGHAM 1.  Permit me to inform you, my friends, what are the inevitable consequences of being too fond of glory. Taxes – upon every article which enters into the mouth,

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Eat my heart out, IRS man. Income Tax Time – The Ides of April Beware the Ides of March, Caesar, Brutus and the Senate will depower you by killing you. You will breathe your last, never again to hear someone ask, “How’re you?” Beware the Ides of April, taxpayers, when the IRS will devalue you. The tax collector whacks layers from your wealth – so much so, ye’ll cry: Boo-hoo! Take me

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For Stony, who sent me the video:  From January of 2008. There are many great stories about how certain tasty dishes came about, and one of my favorite food myths is the history of the croissant. From the Accidental Hedonist: Food Stories: The History of the Croissant by Kate Hopkins It's the summer of 1683 and the city of Vienna is under seige. The Ottoman Empire has asked that

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This is a rehashed post for Stony, who sent me a most awesome video. Meanwhile, watch this a while. H/T Thousand Sons @ Discarded Lies Here are the players in this Epically Historical Mediterranean Food Fight: Tabouleh Baba Gannouj Tatziki (cucumber dip) Gyros Falafel Baklava And Zorkmidden recounts how her great-grandfather was killed in that battle by the evil Imam Bayildi: Imam

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Via Mme. Scherzo's tumblr

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There is so much to hate about this commercial. Where to even begin? Is it the nasty-faced, thankless pampered brats being strolled by mommy? These children wouldn't know what a recycled shirt looked like if their older siblings handed it down to them, complete with chocolate pudding stains and all. It couldn't possibly be the foul hypocrisy of outsourcing their labor to sweatshops in the

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Forewarned is forearmed. 

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After a lovely complaint letter from a kind reader that offered three choices: Come back. Come back, or Come back, being the options. I've decided to. Come back. Redecorating the place now. Working on a couple of stories of no importance, except that they are eating away at my little ear lobes, begging me to write them. Later, all.

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My last post was a simple good-bye, but somewhat bland and vague. After making my daily pilgrimage to "Cost of Discipleship", I came across this very beautiful poem, which encapsulates best all that I am feeling about blogging here, and thought it would be a better sign-off: Silence by Edgar Lee Masters I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,And the silence of the city when it

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I thank you all for reading and commenting. I just have little to say. I am posting things at Tumblr, but it is slapdash - paintings, brief thoughts and nothing serious. I'm just through. I'm leaving the archives up, for those who feel interested enough to read. Have a Blessed Easter, all of you, or a Happy Passover. I will check back every now and then to see if there is anyone commenting, but

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From Crossway: The Life and Mission of St. PatrickPatrick was raised in a nominally Christian home in Britain during the collapse of the Roman Empire. At 16 he was captured by Irish pirates and taken to the west coast of Ireland. The trauma of slavery turned him to the Lord, and he strove to spend each day in communion with God. Six years later he escaped and returned to Britain. After a time

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We have a beloved family in Yokohama. They contacted everyone through Face Book to let us know that they are all right. Yokohama is south of Tokyo. Damage there was minimal. Here are links to live streaming news coverage, first person uploads and an incredible photo slide show.: YokosoNews on UStream NHK World Live (English) Gizomodo Live Uploads NYT Before and After Photos

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Lent is most often associated with cutting out certain foods. For people struggling with their weight, Weight Watchers has always made actually watching what you eat the basis of their organization. Its point system is both a carrot and a stick for encouraging self-control. They even have their own low calorie versions of high fat, high calorie foods, like cakes, pasta and other things which

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If you are looking for the café known as Tasty Infidelicacies, it is closed for Lent. Instead, I shall be paring down, reassessing, and walking a different kind of trail for awhile. Necessary things always intrude to make you decide what is important and what isn't. Right now, all the pretty adornments, the goo-gaws that tell me who comes here and who reads, how many visits and the various noises

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The world is getting crazier and crazier. I am not going to finger-point or make any judgments about the people in this story, because I had this toddler once, a very persistent and mischievous little girl who liked to sneak out and walk everywhere....in the buff. I wonder if any of the people involved have regrets.

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In light of Border's recent announcement that it is declaring Chapter 11 Bankruptcy, I am posting a link to Bernie's article on why it is a good thing for Borders Books to close, and a re-post of why I essentially thought the same thing. Hopefully, all the links are still good. Via The New Individualist: Here's the most cogent fisking of Borders' decision not to permit the April/May edition of

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Via American Digest and Legal Insurrection "An eco-maniacal opera, inspired by Elmer Fudd with music by Richard Wagner. Any resemblance to the classic "What's Opera Doc" with Bugs Bunny is entirely intentional. "The incandescent light bulb is, in fact, scheduled to become unavailable in the US at the end of 2011. "Ride of the Valkyries and the Tannhauser chorus have been desecrated before, but

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From The American Thinker: By Beverly Gunn In the early fall of 1980, our family was stationed at an Army Post named Ft. Huachuca, Arizona.  The town next to the base was Sierra Vista, Arizona.  The teachers of Sierra Vista schools became a testing ground for collective bargaining by the NEA, in one of their early excursions into union control vs taxpayers.  But a strange turn of events happened

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I have been watching with growing anger, the protests by 'teachers' in Madison, Wisconsin. Andrew Breitbart sums it up: The proglodytes can muster their supporters, bus them in, dress them all in royal purple, but at the end of the day, there is nothing so awesome and terrifying to them as the American taxpayer, roused from his comfortable slumber by the cold and relentless winter of the

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For a limited time, watch it for free.

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When they think no one is looking, the neighbors come calling. Locked doors mean nothing to the evil neighbor that covets your very life. And just found this out from The Muqata. Update: Beaten and Released. One of my favorite blogs is The Rantings of a Sandmonkey. The blogger is unabashedly pro-Israel, pro-American, and conservative. AND he doesn't care what anyone thinks about it. His

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My cousin Kelly wanted to make dinner for her 8th birthday. My Aunt wasn't home from work, yet, and Kelly wanted fried chicken. She'd seen her mother make it many times. But the problems she faced when desire met reality were threefold: She was short, only 8 years of age, and had never cooked before. But she hefted the iron skillet, turned the flame on, and put in the shortening to melt. Kelly

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Today's School Lunch Choices: Barmecide Feast or Whatever the President says we gonna have, via  Iowahawk Psst: The Barmecide Feast is much better tasting and is more filling. And much, much better for you. Of course what is school lunch but a series of unfortunate leftovers? Boy, are you lucky! Now shuddup and eat your jell-o. Put Prayer Back In the Closet, Please (first published 2002) In

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In one of the finest arguments against the aborting of your off-spring comes this moving and poetic indictment from Timothy Dalrymple: Why we have children Why do we have children? The question lies beneath social and political issues we confront today, from abortion and adoption to declining fertility rates in developed nations and the relative virtues of "eastern" and "western" forms of

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You cannot possibly remain in the Slough of Despond after watching these two videos. "Intimidator" from Jim Quattrocki on Vimeo. It wouldn't surprise me to know that he is one of the best auto mechanics around. And in a heartbeat...hire this guy to give your kid high diving lessons. After watching these guys, I feel less inclined to complain. About anything.

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From Rachel Lucas: What mad genius mashed Barney and Beyoncé, I can't say, but it works. Like Bacon on Cake, it works!

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Today's interesting search engine request comes from Puyallup, Washington (ahhh, lovely memories I have of the fair and strawberry festival, but I digress.) Puyallup, Washington arrived from ask.com on "Tasty Infidelicacies: If it moves, Grill it!" by searching for Is the Pepperidge Farm Layer Cake in Islam Is It Haram or Halal?.  I never thought about it, before. I shall ponder and get back

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Hat tip to iOwntheworld: Nice Deb has a good round-up of articles on Gosnell, and Ace of Spades mocks the "It's not about abortion, but criminality" meme. This story just gets uglier and uglier, especially when we find out how the Pennsylvania Department of Health purposefully ignored complaint after complaint after complaint. Why would they do that, we wonder.

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This is not for the faint of heart. Via The Anchoress At least the press is covering this fairly and accurately....not. They promised us a generation ago, that abortion wasn't about the murder of babies in the womb. They assured us that the baby was just tissue. Non sentient, unfeeling tissue. A fetus, a clump of cells. They promised it wouldn't hurt us, that it is a woman's body, a woman's

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Sippican has some very interesting things to say about the Voldemorticians of Hire Education. And this is my presponse: (First published 2000) Like a frog relaxing comfortably in slowly heating water, I forgot to pay attention to certain things around me, and now that I feel the heat, it isn’t so comfortable, anymore. I keep looking for an escape, but there’s none to be found. So, I’ll just

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Hat Tip to Tanis, who saw it and posted it on facebook. Pass it around. Thanks, Gerard!

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Facebook is ingenious for connecting people of like minds and wits. This is how I met MizzE, also known as Tanis. I love this lady, though we've never met, and primarily because we have the same wicked sense of humor. So I dug this one out of the archives for her, just because she posted this on facebook: From August 20th, 2008. Aaaah! The things you can make from marzipan! It almost seems a

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I downloaded Oscar Wilde's Ballad of Reading Gaol to my Kindle. Along with the ballad is a collection of his finest poetry, and this sonnet leapt off the electronic page: On the Massacre of Christians in Bulgaria Christ, dost Thou live indeed? or are Thy bonesStill straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre?And was Thy rising only dreamed by HerWhose love of Thee for all her sin atones?For here

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Many years ago, I worked the late shift at a newspaper. I started off working in the mail room and worked my way out of that dirty and muscular job into the composing room, where I made color overlays, pasted news type to grid sheets, made ads and composed the classified section of the newspaper. It was a fast-paced job that was constantly integrating new technologies. First came half page

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How many variations on a theme of evil are there? One more unraveling of the world. This is Islam, where girls are unwanted trash. Women who survive girlhood are virtual prisoners. Bartering chips. In Pakistan, as in Bangladesh and Afghanistan, women are victims of acid attacks, too. Beautiful women disfigured for any and all reasons and for no reason other than they are women. That is the

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Once more, my life is filled with baby. Baby noises, baby smells, baby needs. It's hard having to share the little guy with so many other people. He's a lucky so 'n' so, that's for sure.

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I didn't watch Obama's Tucson Memorial speech, for the sole reason I don't watch any of his speeches: He's a liar. Period. No other reason but that he is a liar. I have had it up to my eyeballs with liars. Many people noted what a great speech it was, but I couldn't get past these images: Hardly the kind of thing you should see at a memorial service for the dead, now, is it?  Cilla answers

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