This past January 22nd, over three hundred
thousand people gathered for the March for Life to commemorate the insidious 1973
Roe v. Wade decision which codified infanticide as an acceptable law.Since the legalization of abortion we
have butchered eighty million innocent human beings.The crowd was so vast and so tight that during the rally
which preceded the March it took me over an hour to go two blocks.
The March for Life is not only a
Catholic event.There are people
from a variety of religious professions and the March itself actually begins
when a rabbi blows a Horn of Atonement.The Catholics are the most numerous, however, and capacity and overflow
Masses are held all over town to accommodate all the marchers.Thousands of people including several
Cardinals and bishops as well as hundreds of priests gathered the night before
at the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in
Washington for the annual Vigil Mass for Life.Most prominent in these events are the thousands upon
thousands of young people in high school and college who come to let their
voices be heard.
Despite the fact that this is, nearly every year, the
largest protest in the Capital City the event garners minimal publicity.Annually, the Washington Post and
several similar left-wing, mainstream media outlets will give the event minimum
coverage and perform the usual media malpractice of announcing that, “both
sides of the abortion debate gathered in Washington today” despite the fact
there were hundreds of thousands of Pro-Life demonstrators and a handful of
abortion advocates.Needless to
say, the photos are well selected to show the handful of “Keep Abortion Legal”
signs to the best advantage.
The video below illustrates the powerful discrepancy between the truth and what the media reports.
Many people forget or don't realize that the Pulitzer-prize winning columnist as well as Fox News contributor, Charles Krauthammer is really Dr. Charles Krauthammer. Krauthammer is a graduate of Harvard Medical School as well as a board-certified psychiatrist. Before leaving his practice to work in the Carter Administration, Krauthammer was a Chief Resident in Psychiatry at Massachusetts General Hospital where he and a colleague identified a "form
of mania resulting from a concomitant medical illness, rather than a
primary inherent disorder, which they named "secondary mania"" Plus they published a paper on " the epidemiology of manic illness". (This would be at least two more papers than Obama published the entire time he was head of the Harvard Law Review) In fact the standard textbook on Bipolar disease contains 12 references to Charles Krauthammer's work on the illness.
So now knowing Dr. Krauthammer's full background, watch all of this. It's worth it.
"After
Coakley's defeat, Obama pretended that the real cause was a generalized
anger and frustration "not just because of what's happened in the last
year or two years, but what's happened over the last eight years."
Let's get this straight: The antipathy to George W. Bush is so enduring and powerful that ... it just elected a Republican senator in Massachusetts? Why, the man is omnipotent.And the Democrats are delusional..."
Here Dr. Krauthammer was being very kind to a very sick man in need of his medical care, our president. It wasn't the Democrats who said this, it was our president, President Obama who said this. President Obama is delusional. And the Democrats and their parasites in the MSM are enabling him with his delusion.
Here's an prima facie example of the bipolar opposite to Krauthammer at Fox News; Howard Fineman at MSNBC on Keith Olberman show last evening:
HOWARD FINEMAN, NEWSWEEK: If presidential leadership were only about
giving speeches, the jackhammers would already be at work on Mt.
Rushmore. I thought the guy dominated the room, used humor, occupied
the middle ground. It was both theatrically very good, playing in the
hall much better than it read on the page, tactically quite smart.
Keith, this was one of the most conservative speeches that I, leaving
aside the fact that the tax, some of the Bush tax cuts will lapse, some
of the other features in there. By and large, talking about tax cuts,
stressing tax cuts, spending freezes, talking about the virtues of the
econ, free enterprise and the economy. In many, many ways, this is one
of the most conservative speeches that a Democratic president has given
since I think the middle of Bill Clinton's time. And it was tactically
quite smart on the President's part. And his tone, which was all sweet
reasonableness, designed as Rachel said to force the Republicans to
stand up as they eventually did, I thought it was, it was very, very
well done, and really left the Republican governor of Virginia very
little to say. He didn't have much to say to begin with. [Howard, more than your bias is showing]
Fineman's idea of Obama being "all sweet reasonableness"
Bitch slapping the Supreme Court conservatives for a decision he didn't like.
Clearly at this point the our Mental-Patient-in-Chief Obama, the former Constitutional law professor was channeling his inner Bill Ayers. What is so splendid about this presidential moment is that it made Sen. Durbin happy. (Bye-bye Durbin) Durbin is seated right behind Justice Alito. Watch Durbin jump up and clap with delight as Obama openlylies to America that this will lead to foreign corporations being able "to spend without limit in our elections". The Supreme Court ruling was on American corporations, only. Our Mental-Patient-in-Chief is beyond understanding facts but even Sen. Durbin ought to still be able to understand that FEC laws prevent foreign corporations from being involved with our elections right now. Nothing in the Supreme Court's ruling changed that.
Of course, Obama's bitch slapping of the Supreme Court made me laugh as it was only yesterday I was chatting with Rush (Limbaugh) about this wonderful ruling. People don't understand that the John Roberts' Court by handing down this decision is the only legitimate branch of government that has given America the chance for real job creation in the next 6 months. With corporations freed up to be involved in elections, ad budgets will be increased. MBAs will be needed as will more ad people, directors, voice-over talent, actors, edit studios, musicians and whatnot and if that were not enough hot oil and grease to get our economy rolling, media will be bought and placed all for hefty fees. Once again the Supreme Court beautifully illustrates the inextricable relationship between freedom and prosperity. Anyhoo, my conversation with Rush prompted him to say this -just about 6 hours before Obama's STOTUS:
RUSH: Obama's mad. I got a couple sound bites -- not sure if we'll get to them today -- but he's mad at the Supreme Court on the McCain-Feingold ruling. I'm wondering, you know, we always get the cabinet at the State of the Union show. Well, are we going to get the czars? Will the czars be there? Perhaps he could disinvite the Supreme Court because he's mad at them and seat the czars, and then make an example of the Supreme Court as divisive and destroying our democracy and so forth.
No Rush. Obama chose to make an example of them using the Chicago way. So much for David Brook's claim of Obama's First-class temperament. Hahahahahahhahahahha. But forget Rush, and forget Fineman (if you can), we've got MSNBC's Chris Matthews to examine.
Chris is not completely delusional. He or his bosses realized he had once again gone a rhetoric too far. Within the hour they had him back out before the camera trying to clarify his remarks. Bad idea. His clarity was to call us racists, not him.
Retiring Rep Marion Berry told us President Obama's belief as to why the 2010 Congressional elections won't resemble the 1994 Congressional bloodbath:
Berry recounted meetings with White House officials,
reminiscent of some during the Clinton days, where he and others urged
them not to force Blue Dogs “off into that swamp” of supporting bills
that would be unpopular with voters back home.
“I’ve been doing that with this White House, and they just don’t seem
to give it any credibility at all,” Berry said. “They just kept telling
us how good it was going to be. The
president himself, when that was brought up in one group, said, ‘Well,
the big difference here and in ’94 was you’ve got me.’
"You've Got Me" was Obama's answer? Cue to Sonny& Cher :
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So, where did "you got me" get Sonny& Cher. Let's take a look, shall we?
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Sonny & Cher
with their daughter, Chasity, circa 1972:
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Sonny today:
(Felled by a tree on an Aspen ski slope)
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Cher :
(She's got Wynonna Judd's hair.)
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Chastity :
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(Now called Chaz. Is undergoing a sex change and currently dating Jennifer.)
"After Coakley's defeat, Obama pretended that the real cause was a generalized anger and frustration "not just because of what's happened in the last year or two years, but what's happened over the last eight years."
Let's get this straight: The antipathy to George W. Bush is so enduring and powerful that ... it just elected a Republican senator in Massachusetts? Why, the man is omnipotent.And the Democrats are delusional..." - Charles Krauthammer"
"It wasn't the Hindenburg or the Titanic. It was the Hindenburg crashing into the Titanic."
That's how Michael Graham describes Martha Coakley's "absolute disaster of a campaign.". I suppose it's poor sportsmanship to put the boot in after the fact, but I have
to say, when I saw the pictures of the Coakley supporters in mourning, I
thought of Mrs P., whose motto, after Alice Roosevelt, is, "If you don't
have anything nice to say, come sit next to me."
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Oh, the crocodile tears were flowing. Say, Jawn, what did the bartender say
when the horse walked into the bar?
The returns looked bad from the start. The taste of their beer to Emily's List
members was as ashes in their mouths.
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Woe to the Progressive School Headmistresses for Coakley.
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And among the Episcopal Divinity School Priestesses for Coakley there was much
gnashing of teeth.
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Well, the people had spoken. Think the Dems got the message?
Perhaps the most surprising thing about Mr. P when we first met was what an absolute toff he was. To his credit, he wasn't an insufferable toff or we never would've gone out on a date. After taking some time to get to know him I realized why he was a toff. He hadn't been born a toff. He had been educated into a toff. As the poet Frost said, and that has made all the difference.
Mr. P's toff really came out when he talked about art or music. When we first discussed the subjects I recall thinking this guy places way too much emphasis on the importance of this but he's really cute so whatever but saying aloud, "Hey Mr. P, may I have another Bass?" Mr. P, in true toff form, was probably thinking, she's listening to me obviously captivated by my superior wit and intelligence as she's still smiling and is even asking for another drink - splendid. What we have here is a TRUE meeting of the minds." but aloud he said, "Of course you may have another Bass Ale." Actually, in the 20+ years of knowing Mr. P I can say with absolute confidence that the word splendid has ever crossed his lips or mind. I'm also quite convinced Mr. P was more focused on meeting things other than my mind that night hence why he was so pleased to buy the Bass Ale. Never forget there is very much the locker room aspect to Mr. P. After all, he did make varsity on the fencing team.
So when less than a year later Mr. P and I decided to join our bachelorette and bachelor households together for life, Mr. P told me certain items from our previous lives had to go. Certain items like Mr. P's little black book and my entire music collection. Mr. P did say it was a fair trade as both were, as he called them, exercises in exceptionally bad taste. I could see -instantly in fact - that Mr. P was wrong -very wrong- about this being a fair trade. It was not. We are speaking of a (vinyl) collection containing Billy Joel, The Alan Parsons Band, REO Speedwagon, Steely Dan, U2, Bruce Hornsby, Kate Bush, Madonna, The Rolling Stones, Simon & Garfunkel,Crosby, Stills&Nash, Barry Manilow, The Partridge Family and The Monkees weighed against his little black book. To say the balance was tipped in my favor isn't really saying it. At first I thought the man was demented. But then I realized he wasn't demented. He was a toff. And to a toff this was a fair trade. "OK, if they must go, I guess they can." I said. "They must.", he answered firmly. "Would you take them to the dumpster for me?" I asked with downcast eyes. "Of course I will." he answered. Mr. P then placed his little black book on top of the milk crate of my albums and off he went to the dumpster like the very good brand new husband he was. And off to the kitchen I went to reward my perfectly wonderful husband with one of his favorite dinners.
From that day onward I never looked back. What girl needed The Monkees when she had Mr. P? This past Monday, RKFDIL (our 10 year-old daughter) and I were strolling down memory lane on Youtube when The Monkees crossed our path. We were looking at all sorts of old clips when we came across Davy Jones' appearance on The Brady Bunch. We clicked on it and I fell right in line singing along with Davy "Gull luk whut yuu've done to meay, meay and my whole wawld, gull."
RKFDIL eyes grew as big as sawsirs as Davy would've said. "Who is he?" she asked.
"Oh," I sighed. "That's Davy. He's from The Monkees. He's cute but Mickey was even cuter."
"Mickey?"
"Yes Mickey. Do you wanna see Mickey? He was the drummer." Through the magic that is called Youtube, it was just a matter of seconds before she saw Mickey and all of the rest of The Monkees.
"They're so much fun." she said.
"Aren't they? I used to have their records but Dad made me throw them out when we got married."
Her eyes grew even bigger. "Dad made you throw out their records?"
"Yes," I sighed. "He did. The Monkees aren't good music. They aren't bad music. They're just fun. Dad wasn't into fun back then."
"But he married you?"
"I think he thought that was all the fun he needed."
It was at the dinner table that night when RKFDIL told her dad we had been watching The Monkees on Youtube. He nodded along, listening to her. When she said, "I can't believe you made Mom throw out her Monkees albums" his head jerked up. "I never made her throw out her Monkees albums."
"Yes, you did." I said, very gently.
"I did?"
"Yes, you threw out all of my music." Little Bertie who had been out of the picture until now, started laughing.
"I did? Why?"
"You hated it."
"I did. You had awful music."
"Yes, so you told me."
"I did?"
"Unhesitatingly."
"I did?"
"Most definitely. I knew exactly where I stood."
"Well good for me, then."
When she's old enough, RKFDIL will learn how Mr. P's little black book rode on top of the crate of albums containing The Monkees that went into the dustbin that fateful day. Later that night, I reminded Mr. P of this most salient fact.
"I equated The Monkees with my little black book?" he exclaimed.
"And The Partridge Family."
"Argghhh!!!" he said in his best Charlie Brown imitation.
"Don't worry dear," I said giving him a kiss. It wasn't you that did it. "It was your silly education."
"Argghhh!!!"
"It could be worse."
"How? Tell me how could it be worse?"
"If you had graduated 10 years later, you would've thought my Madonna albums were on the same level, artistically speaking, as Shakespeare."
"That's it! I've had it! This time I really mean it.
"Yes dear?"
"The kids are going to trade school."
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Patum Peperium will be on holiday for the next two weeks. Enjoy the time off. When we return I plan on discussing how the Democrats' business model is as broken as GM's. Until then, enjoy this:
Scott Brown’s victory is—and ever will be—utterly astonishing. As a state senator representing a Boston exurb and bearing the standard of party that commands the loyalty of eleven percent of the state’s voters, he defeated a statewide office holder who represents the dominant party in Massachusetts politics. He did so a little more than fourteen months after Massachusetts gave almost 70% of its votes to Barack Obama. He did so after being 30 points down in most polls a month before Election Day.
As John F. Kennedy observed after the Bay of Pigs, defeat is an orphan and victory has a thousand fathers. I won’t be surprised, therefore, if innumerable members of the Republican Party’s establishment in Washington, D.C., start claiming some share of the credit for Brown’s victory and patting themselves on the back for all that they did to ensure his win.
Not so fast, ladies and gentlemen. The reality is, of course, that Scott Brown and his team deserve all of the credit for the victory. Brown refused to adhere to conventional wisdom and mount “a feisty challenge” (editorialists’ lingo for a forlorn hope). He sensed he could pull off the upset, went out among the voters (many time alone with a few signs and some leaflets), and brought his campaign right to them. When he hit the airwaves, he kept it cool and kept it positive (often, we discount the power of likeability in politics). He was a quintessential “happy warrior.” This meant that by the time Martha Coakley and the Massachusett(e)s Democratic Party finally took him seriously and tried to demonize him, this positive image already was cemented in the minds of many voters. Therefore, the negative ads just rolled off him.
Please don’t forget that many of the people in the Republican establishment who will sing Scott Brown’s praises and bask in the reflected glow of his victory are the ones who wrote him off earlier, who viewed his chances of winning as slim to none. Recall, too, that they are the members and the leaders of the same GOP establishment that governed and campaigned in a way that lost them majorities in the Senate and the House and, so, subjected the country to the leadership of Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi. Suffice it to say, therefore, that there is every chance that these men and women will mistranslate Brown’s victory as an indication that voters have forgiven them for past record of lackluster leadership and chronic mismanagement by voters and their return to the heady days of the 1990s and early 2000s is just months away.
What these “Potomac Village Republicans” need to do, after finishing making the rounds of the news shows, is to study how victories were won in Massachusetts, Virginia, and New Jersey, how energetic, imaginative candidates managed to revive the fortunes of the Republican Party in their states, and how they often managed to do without the “assistance” of the national GOP establishment. They must do so calmly and diligently, but, more important, they must do so humbly because, unless they are willing to admit that a lot of the damage done to the GOP over the past seven years can be put down to them, even the Democrats’ growing disarray--and voters burgeoning dismay with them—won’t be enough to reestablish the GOP as a natural governing party.
They're really losing it over Ted Kennedy's seat in Massachusetts. It couldn't happen to nicer folks. To wit,
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"I can see no alternative scenario but a huge - staggeringly huge -
victory for the FNC/RNC machine tomorrow. They crafted a strategy of
total oppositionism to anything Obama proposed a year ago. ...This is a
nihilist moment, built from a nihilist strategy in order to regain
power ... to do nothing but wage war against enemies at home and
abroad. What comes next will be a real test for Obama. I suspect
serious health insurance reform is over for yet another generation."- Andrew Sullivan
"I'm no stranger to hard fought campaigns, but what we've seen in the past few days is way over the line and reminiscent of the dangerous atmosphere of Sarah Palin's 2008 campaign rallies. This is not how democracy works in Massachusetts," - the Senior Senator of Massachusetts, John Kerry
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“I think that there are a number of factors here. It’s not quite as black and white as it may seem. First of all Scott Brown is a hunk. And, I think that the fact that he posed semi-nude for a magazine gave him a huge advantage in public recognition.” - Sally Quinn
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“In Scott Brown we have an irresponsible, homophobic, racist, reactionary, ex-nude model, teabagging supporter of violence against woman and against politicians with whom he disagrees.”- Keith Olbermann
"But this election’s interesting. I don’t even know what
religion–religion seems to play no role in this election, which is so
unique in Massachusetts. Brown is a Protestant. Nobody’s even mentioned
it—I guess I just did. And Coakley’s I guess a Catholic, although I
don’t think that she sort of squares away that way in terms of her
politics. So I mean it’s just so interesting: it’s sort of
post-tribal."- Chris Matthews
“Now, you better check under the hood .... So, look, forget the ads. Everybody can run slick ads. Forget the truck. (Laughter.) Everybody can buy a truck. (Laughter.)” - President Barack Obama
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Obama knows all about running "slick ads" -from The Guardian:
The campaign that drove Barack Obama to victory in the US
presidential election has claimed two top awards at the Cannes Lions
International Advertising Awards.The campaign, submitted by Obama for America, has been hailed as a
masterful combination of new media, door-to-door and community grass
roots campaigning with a clever tactical use of traditional TV
advertising. The campaign won two grands prix in the Titanium and Integrated Lions categories. To win the Titanium grand prix, a campaign must involve a breakthrough
idea that is "provocative, challenges assumptions and points to a new
direction".
"She's kind of aloof," the Democrat says. "There are people who
will vote for her who don't really have a sense that they like or trust
her. The Kennedys aren't really fond of her. She basically announced
her campaign the day Ted died, and didn't give Vicki the opportunity to
think about [running to replace her husband]. From the Kennedy side of
the ledger, there's no great love for Coakley. They look at her as kind
of a predatory politician."
One unidentified Democrat gets it:
“We lost independents in Virginia, we lost independents in New Jersey and we’re losing independents in Massachusetts,” said one Democratic campaign strategist. “The only thing those three states have in common is Obama.”
The Scott Heard Round the World [Mark Steyn]
Well, as a wintry election day dawns in Massachusetts, I'll believe it when I see it. If all but one of those polls are right, Scott Brown now has a lead well beyond the margin of error. But, as that Boston Globe "Dead Heat!" headline suggests, it's not necessarily beyond the margin of Acorn, the margin of lawyer, and the margin of Franken-style recounts. On the other hand, if you're minded to (as MSNBC's electokleptomaniac Ed Schultz recommends) steal the vote, you don't really want to have to steal it big, on a Mugabe-esque scale.
However things turn out, the Dems have got a fright. I would be surprised if many candidates in November are quite the same spectacular combination of gaffe-prone stupidity and arrogance as Martha Coakley. But, granted that, I was surprised at how incompetent the Democrat machine was. On Sunday, the president veered between dull and really, really lousy. He did what he did with his Olympics pitch in Copenhagen — he took the extraordinary step of flying in to save the day, and then when he got there thought he could wing it. He, or at any rate his minders, should know by now that his rhetoric is seriously underperforming — "incoherent without his teleprompter and a bore with it." Yet his staff allow him to stagger around as the last believer in his own magic.What sort of functioning pol would be so careless as to say "Everybody can own a truck"? He should talk to any New England dealership about that. As it happens, I bought a new truck* last month and I've never seen the place so empty.
At the start of this campaign, the issues were health care and the economy. After "Ted Kennedy's seat" and "Curt Schilling the Yankees fan" and "only the little people campaign at Fenway," the genius Dems succeeded in making their own assumptions about one-party rule a very potent secondary issue. Very foolishly, Obama both underlined the regal hauteur of the Massachusetts machine — and simultaneously nationalized the election by portraying it as a referendum on the Hopeychange. If Martha now loses, he can't plead it's nothing to do with him.
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A toast to Scott Brown, thanks for making politics fun again.
Martha Coakley, center, performs a skit in the aptly named "Banned in Boston" Improv, 2008
As Martha Coakley staggered into the last weekend of what was supposed to be a pro forma campaign for the U.S. Senate, reports abounded that Democratic “strategists” have started to offer a common explanation for what could be a stunning victory by Scott Brown. As occurred in the aftermath of Virginia gubernatorial election last November—when the Democratic candidate was utterly drubbed—it is meant to squelch speculation that somehow, some way, Americans aren’t too keen on what the Democrats have been doing with their Congressional majorities or that President Obama has lost his luster. The explanation is simple: “Our candidate was a bad candidate who ran a bad campaign.”
As much as I dislike giving the current Democratic establishment anything of a pass, I will agree with this explanation—in part, at least. Martha Coakley *is* a lousy candidate. She lacks any type of pizzazz. She has a tin ear politically, is inept at thinking on her feet (as her recent comments about Catholics’ proper place in health care loudly attest), and spouts hoary bromides. Thus, she has a marked inability to generate any excitement. Even the endorsement from The Boston Globe –normally full-throated cheerleaders for any and all Democrats—was, well, whelming.
This hardly should be surprising, however, considering Massachusetts’ status as a one-party state. Almost uniformly, one-party states produce politicians of little stature and scant excitement (although often of boundless entertainment value). They foster a class of politicians who contentedly work within the apparat, paying their dues, and patiently waiting their turn for a chance to move up for the next better job. The one-party state doesn’t foster any real principles beyond gaining and maintaining power; therefore, it routinely moves the goal posts on its members, and most of them uncomplainingly accept their new position. Those who object are seen as eccentrics to be tolerated or threats to be crushed.
People who rise through such a system do not so much lead it as they serve it. On their way up, they don’t challenge the party’s thinking because doing so will queer their chances to move up. Once on top of the heap, they see no reason to change the system as their prominence is proof positive that it works just fine. Cronyism, sweetheart deals, and jobbery as well as an occasional instance of truly bald corruption are tolerable, just the price of doing business. The system is as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
It should be no surprise, therefore, that the Massachusetts Democratic Party ended up the political equivalent of a bowl of cold oatmeal that is Martha Coakley as its candidate for the U.S. Senate. She dutifully came up through the system—one cannot get more “inside” than in Middlesex County—punching her tickets and preparing to run for the next better job. Finally, she considered the nomination to be tantamount to election. So, it has been with no little peevishness that she now fights for what years of experience told her was rightfully hers.
If Scott Brown wins the Democrats can assign—rightfully—a large portion of the blame to Martha Coakley and her ineptitude as a candidate. However, they would be better served if they also admitted that she was the logical creation of the system that they have maintained for almost 50 years.
Martha even gives the creeps to the woman who willingly shared Ted Kennedy's bed.
Liberals of the world unite!
Be proud.
A honest liberal is
running for Senator in
Massachusetts.
Do Not Buy The Spin That She's A Bad Candidate.
Martha is an Honest Liberal.
Great (Rare and Creepy) Moments of Liberal Honesty:
From NewsBusters:
"Martha Coakley is the front-runner for the Dem nomination for Ted
Kennedy's old Senate seat. In a recent debate, asked about her lack of
foreign policy experience, the first credential Coakley offered in
response was that "I have a sister who lives overseas, and she's been in England and now lives in the Middle East.""
From Hot Air:
I think we have done what we are going to be able to do in Afghanistan. I think that we should plan an exit strategy. Yes. I’m not sure there is a way to succeed. If the goal was and the mission in Afghanistan was to go in because we believed that the Taliban was giving harbor to terrorists. We supported that. I supported that. They’re gone. They’re not there anymore.
From National Review:
"If I don't win, 2010 is going to be hell for Democrats . . . Every Democrat will have a competitive race."
From The Boston Globe:
"There is a subdued, almost dispassionate quality to her
public appearances, which are surprisingly few. Her voice is not hoarse
from late-night rallies. Even yesterday, the day after a hard-hitting
debate, she had no public campaign appearances in the state.
"Coakley bristles at the suggestion that, with so little time left,
in an election with such high stakes, she is being too passive.
"“As opposed to standing outside Fenway Park? In the cold? Shaking hands?” she fires back, in an apparent reference to a Brown online video of him doing just that.
"“This is a special election. And I know that I have the support of Kim
Driscoll. And I now know the members of the [Salem] School Committee,
who know far more people than I could ever meet.”"
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Coakley watches as a DNC operative, on her behalf, knocks to the ground a Weekly Standard reporter
From National Review:
“I know there were people following, including two from the Brown
campaign who have been very aggressive in their stalking,” Coakley
said. “I’m not sure what happened. I know something occurred, but I’m
not privy to the facts.”
From National Review:
Ken Pittman: "Right, if you are a Catholic, and believe what the Pope teaches that any form of birth control is a sin. ah you don’t want to do that."
Martha Coakley "No we have a separation of church and state Ken, lets be clear." [ Nice use of one of Obama's favorite phrases]
Ken Pittman: In the emergency room you still have your religious freedom.
Martha
Coakley: [. . . stammering] The law says that people are allowed to
have that. You can have religious freedom but you probably shouldn't
work in the emergency room.
But Coakley explained to Pittman Thursday night that such commitments really shouldn’t be a problem in the United States, because “we have a separation of church and state.” By which she did not
mean that we should let the religious hospital be loyal to its mission,
or the faithful Catholic not be a party to that which violates his
conscience. She argued that those with such conscience issues ought to stay away from the ER.
One might be inclined to dismiss this as a campaign flub. But she is the Massachusetts attorney general — someone who has a responsibility to know a thing or two about law.
Coakley betrays a prevalent tendency of the liberal mind: If we go by what she said to Pittman, Coakley believes
that religious liberty is not something endowed by our Creator, but
something the law allows, something the state can change depending on
who is in power, or what’s polling well. If she were his student,
Richard W. Garnett of Notre Dame’s law school has a few questions he
would want to ask Coakley: Is religious freedom a concession by the State?Or is religious freedom really about the fact that government is limited in its scope and competence, and that some realms of life stand outside the circumscribed authority that a free people is willing to grant its government?
In
some respects, Martha Coakley actually deserves points for honesty.
“Religious freedom” appears to have a limited value for her, as it had
a limited value for those in the Massachusetts statehouse who voted for — and voted down the exemption amendment — the bill that would mandate that all BayState hospitals provide emergency contraception to rape victims. As it does for senators and congressmen
who insist that taxpayers should be funding abortion as part of their
“comprehensive” health-care legislation in memoriam to Ted Kennedy. But at least she admits it.
Martha Coakley is effectively saying that faithful Catholics can’t workin emergency rooms, whether in public or Catholic hospitals. She is saying that faithful Catholics cannot be pharmacists. She is saying that “do no harm” is out the window in the age of Roev. Wade. She is saying what the U.S. Senate just said: that
an American should not have the freedom to choose whether or not his
tax dollars will fund abortions. They will be so used, consciences be
damned.
Whether or not Bay Staters realize it, the issues they’re grappling with now are national issues of conscience, ones in which the very concept of freedom is up for debate and, even, sale.
PP is not an insensitive or uncaring blog, just a politically incorrect blog. So, before we begin our daily game playing, let us first acknowledge the devastating blow an earthquake was able to render to the poorest nation in our hemisphere, Haiti. (Until I saw the photos I believed, most firmly too because Algore told me so, that Haiti's biggest environmental threat was man-made global warming.) Here is an excellent article on the political toll the earthquake could have on Haiti. But the human toll is far more important -especially in the next 48 hours as so many are still trapped alive (and wounded) under the rubble. After about 72 hours without water, the body begins shutting down and the damage to the system is generally irreparable so it's crucial to get those people out now. If you would like to help, considering that Haiti is about 80% Catholic*, this might be the most effective Faith-based way to go about it. (The Pope announced yesterday that all money donated to Catholic Relief will be directed to Haiti) There's also another excellent Faith-based charity, Food for the Poor. And then there's Clara Barton's old operation, The Red Cross. I haven't been able to locate Algore's Haitian Relief Effort yet, so in the meantime, you can buy carbon credits to offset the earthquake's carbon footprint here.
Alright, some levity is needed. But for it to occur dear readers, I must ask you to contemplate the unthinkable. Well, I don't know if it's unthinkable to you but we all know it's unthinkable to the Democratic party as well as unthinkable to an unthinkable percentage of women in this country. The last Kennedy brother with the exception of the "light-skinned" with "no Negro Dialect unless he wants one""brother" in the White House who is just as "articulate","bright","clean", and "good looking" as the rest of the Kennedy clan is dead. This would be the Scion of the Senate- I mean- the Lion of the Senate, the always thinned-skinned- think "Robert Bork's America"- Ted Kennedy.
For the sake of the game, you must suspend belief and believe it was an incurable brain tumor that ended Teddy's life, not tertiary syphilis. Also you must suspend even more belief and believe the "light-skinned", "clean", and "articulate" "last Kennedy brother" in the White House's approval rating, less than a year into his Presidency, is not at the expected 70% but somewhere around 46%. And, more importantly, 50% say they'll vote against him next time. We know this is asking a lot of you but you can do it. Besides to play the game you have to do it. More than that, you have to do even more. You must suspend even more belief and believe that in Massachusettes, a state where Democrats outnumber Republicans by about 3 to 1, the Republican candidate is, one week before the election, is anywhere from 8 to 2 points within beating the Democrat candidate selected by the Democrat party machine. (Rules do allow players to drink Teddy's "life-sustaining liquid" Chivas Regal should they need it, like Teddy must have, to aid in suspending belief.) And if that Republican wins, he will vote no against the Ted Kennedy Memorial Health Care Bill because, as the Republican candidate once said, "It kinda stinks," Then in his debate with your candidate after he pounded sand down David Gergen's throat, he expounded upon the stink theme by saying "this bill is not good for Massachusettes. It's going to cost us jobs. It's going to cost us very real jobs at a time when we cannot afford it." Oh wait, you've also got to believe it is the Republican in the race who knows how to spell Massachusettes and that it is the Democrat who doesn't.
So players, you're a high level campaign adviser for the Democrat party machine in Washington D.C. -I mean- Massachusettes . You want your big political break. This race has gone national. If you can come up with the tactic that will send the Democrat into the Senate, keeping the seat for Ted, then instead of going to Disney World, you are going straight to the White House. You will be coffee fetcher for Rahm Emanuel until he departs to run for Mayor of Chicago. You want to be coffee fetcher for Rahm Emanuel as that is as prominent a position since the days of coffee fetching for Ted Kennedy. You are taking over from the previous adviser who blew it on several accounts. After absorbing the destruction, set fire to your computer to destroy the evidence but not before typing your cunning plan to win Teddy's seat in the comments section below.
Then a UPI photo of the incident was released. That is your candidate who is "not privy to the facts" in the lower left looking at the facts. The reporter is the one with feet in the air. The goon is in the other guy still in forward motion. Your predecessor's brilliant response was to have the goon issue a statement where he apologizes for helping the reporter to his feet after the reporter caused himself to fall.
I got the message below from Ted Kennedy’s widow, Vicki, and I wanted to make sure you saw it.
Martha Coakley is running to fill the rest of Ted Kennedy’s term, and her opponent is a far-right tea-bagger Republican.
It would be bad enough to lose this seat — and Democrats’ sixtieth vote in the Senate — right before the final health care reform vote. But it would be even worse for the decisive “no” vote to come from Ted Kennedy’s old seat.
4. He allowed the following to be included in the Kennedy Family House organ, The Boston Globe's endorsement of your candidate: “Coakley wasn’t the most forceful or visionary candidate in the Democratic field, but her measured approach won broad support.”
5. Something that your predecessor did not do, but your candidate did do has come back just in time to haunt her, I mean you. The victim is credible making your candidate less credible. It also makes her more immoral than Ted Kennedy.
6. The last thing your predecessor did was to ring up the White House and ask for an emergency visit from the "light-skinned" and "articulate" "last Kennedy brother" to help get out the African American vote. The Republican candidate heard about the plans and said "Stay away.". He said stay away to the last living Kennedy brother. No one can believe that audacity of hope. The Republican candiate's parting words, which should be enough to fill Teddy's pants- I mean -seat were,
“It’s me against the machine,” he said. “And it always has been.”
What's your next move?
...
Update I : Your next move just got trickier. Scott Brown's own words from the Kennedy Family House organ, The Boston Globe,
My plan for the economy is simple:
an across-the-board tax cut - in the tradition of John F. Kennedy - for
families and businesses that will increase investment and lead to
immediate new job growth. More tax increases will hurt our recovery.
That’s why I have taken a no-new-tax pledge. My opponent will raise
taxes.
Amid all our
domestic challenges, our nation is still at war with radical Islamic
terrorists determined to destroy our way of life. The Christmas bombing
attempt on a Northwest Airlines
plane is a wake-up call. But instead of being interrogated by military
professionals at Guantanamo, the plane bomber has been given
taxpayer-funded lawyers in a US courtroom. Because he’s been granted
constitutional rights, he’s invoked his privilege to remain silent.
Would-be killers should be treated for what they really are: enemies of
a country at war, not ordinary criminals.
My
opponent would accord such terrorists all the rights our Constitution
grants to citizens. I will treat them as enemy combatants who should
face military justice.
As
this special election draws to a close, the enthusiasm from everyday
citizens has been remarkable. To those who have lost faith in their
elected leaders, I say: Don’t lose heart. One-party dominance in our
state has led to bad decisions and a culture of corruption, but we can
restore people’s faith by restoring balance to our political system.
They
call me a long shot. But I’m betting that a new day is coming in
Massachusetts. I am running in the name of all independent-thinking
citizens, whether they are Democrats, Republicans, or unenrolled, to
take on one-party rule, and the Beacon Hill bosses, and their machine,
and their candidate. With your help, I intend to win.
Update II: Your predecessor's last minute attempt to rescue the campaign just hamstrung it. It drew out the Ham himself, the "last Kennedy brother":
5 key phrases that you will now have to overcome:
"Not long ago Massachusetts cast a resounding vote for change."
He opened it talking about himself.
"It's clear now the outcome of these and other fights will probably rest on one vote from Massachusetts.
If you're not a supporter of Obama and his policies, then he just gave you the single most important reason to vote against Martha Coakley in one bright, clean, and well-articulated sentence.
"She'll be your voice and my ally."
In other words, she'll do exactly what Obama tells her to do.
"The opponents of change are pouring in money into your state"
Fearmongering. Very presidential. Also, Martha was just in D.C. for a major fundraiser so it's ok for the proponents of change to pour money into your state.
"But a lot of people don't even realize there is an election on Tuesday. Or why it is so important."
Ending on an insult to the people. Classy.
Then the logo used is not the Coakley campaign logo but his presidential campaign logo with "Organizing America" which feeds nicely into 2 serious criticisms of Obama - a.)he hasn't stopped campaigning and b.) he's only a community organizer.
Update III: How do you spin this? Especially when the last Kennedy brother made some of the very same points?
Update IV: from The Corner: The momentum is still breaking for the Republican:
Coakley Internals Show Her at +2: 'May Be Too Far Gone' [Daniel Foster]
Independent journalist Steve Kornacki said just a week ago that Scott Brown didn't have a chance. In a post today in which he reverses course on that prediction, Kornacki has quite the juicy tidbit:
Coakley's internal poll last night, I've been told, showed her
barely ahead, 46 to 44 percent. The momentum clearly favors Brown, and
one very smart Massachusetts Democrat I know told me this morning that "this may be too far gone to recover."
Update V : Now friends of the Republican are using Youtube to mock your campaign:
Put together by friends of Scott Brown to mock the Democrat machine. And David Gergen.
UpDate VI -from The Corner: Your candidate did the unthinkable, she spoke the truth. But not to power, to a radio host. This will play well with the progressive -especially the atheist and paleo-feminist vote- but you've already got that vote. You need to recoup Democrats and Independents -who are really into civil liberties. How do you spin this to get them back?
Meanwhile, there’s another great gaffe from Coakley in heavily-Catholic Massachusetts, suggesting that nuns should not work in emergency rooms:
Ken Pittman: Right, if you are a Catholic, and
believe what the Pope teaches that any form of birth control is a sin.
ah you don't want to do that.
Martha Coakley: No we have a separation of church and state Ken, lets be clear.[ Nice use of one of Obama's favorite phrases]
Ken Pittman: In the emergency room you still have your religious freedom.
Martha
Coakley: [. . . stammering] The law says that people are allowed to
have that. You can have religious freedom but you probably shouldn't
work in the emergency room.
That odd sound you just heard was from The Other Side : Rose Kennedy just walloped Teddy.
Update VII: Last night your candidate attempted to make a funny,
"A Coakley spokesman said the candidacy comment was a ""very, very deadpan"" joke."
Update VIII :
Schilling responds: "I've been called a lot of things...but never, I mean never, could anyone make the mistake of calling me a Yankee fan. Well, check that, if you didn't know what the hell is going on in your own state maybe you could..."
Liberals don't have to know what is going on in their won states. Hell, Obama didn't even have to know what was being said in the church that he attended for 20 years or what his friend, Bill Ayers had done or how many states there were in the United States. Liberals get a pass -on everything, think Mary Jo Kophecne- because they are liberals.
Forget all this "bad candidate" spin. It's a trick.
Plain and simple.
Martha Coakley is a great candidate.
She's a liberal. Plain and simple.
Her beliefs are no different than Obama's.
The only difference between her and Obama
is that Martha is honest.
She's the most honest liberal
to run in years.
*Yes, voodoo exists in Haiti. It's not beyond the realm of possibility to think there are (a lot of) Catholics in Haiti who dabble in voodoo. Giving a donation to Catholic Relief will not be used for voodoo purposes. Also, this Sunday I understand ALL Catholic Churches in the U.S. will have a special collection for Haiti.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, sometimes we just have to wonder is the Home Office more obedient than Catholic bishops?
Pope wants crucifix at the centre of ALL westward-facing altars during Mass, says papal MC.So why do our bishops ignore him?
Monsignor Guido Marini, Benedict XVI’s master of ceremonies, this week strongly underlined the Pope’s recommendation that when Mass is celebrated facing westwards, the priest should place a crucifix at the centre of the altar. This was to make clear that the celebrant was not “facing the people”, but facing Christ.....
Tomorrow night Movie Night is at our home. For our newer readers, or those who have forgotten, Movie Night is when Mr. P and our real life neighbor, Sir Basil Seal get together to achieve their goal of setting Feminism back 50 years. I shouldn't tell you this, as our female readers may consider it treasonous, but they have already met that most estimable goal. Yup, they have. And it wasn't their steady diet of movies made before 1950 washed down with copious amounts of adult beverages and accompanied by great lashings of meals women haven't allowed men to enjoy since 1950 for fear it might shorten their lives. That all helped. But The Hail Mary pass in reaching their goal came a few weeks back when I forgot my place. I spoke to Sir Basil. What's worse is that I spoke to him during the movie. Yup. Mr. P's reaction came just like the thief in the night - instant death. His arm went straight out in a perfect 90 degree angle from his body and it pointed towards towards the basement staircase. He bellowed,
"Go to your room."
"Really?" I queried with big eyes.
"Yes!" he said, nodding his head vigorously.
I did the only thing I could do. I went to my room. Without, as it were, passing Go : I didn't say goodnight to Basil. I discovered later (via The Countess) that Basil had very real fears for Mr. P's safety once he departed our house. But those fears were most unfounded for 2 reasons. The first one being, I broke the No. 1 Rule of Movie Night. This was not a minor transgression but a very grave transgression. The kind of transgression that a man must nip in the bud or before you know it Mr. P and Sir Basil's dinner trays will be lined with doilies, have bud vases, and the entree will contain arugula. The second reason was Mr. P was treating me no different than how I treat our pit bull, The Reverend Sharpton. I love The Reverend Sharpton but when she breaks a House Rule (which happens frequently) my arm goes up at the same 90 degree angle Mr. P's did and points towards whichever staircase we are near. Then I say most sternly, "Go to your room." The Rev. looks at me in that questioning manner pit bulls have down pat. "Yes", I say nodding vigorously to hammer home the point. Off The Rev goes to her room. Which happens to be Mr. P's and my room. Yes, even though Mr. P sent me to my room, we still share a room. More than that we still share a bed. See what I mean about having already reached their goal of setting Feminism back 50 years?
So realizing that another Movie Night is upon us, I thought why not push- I mean- try to take Mr. and Sir Basil even farther back in time than they want to go -I mean- dare to dream? Hey, I've got to have my own accomplishments too. Just because Feminism has been set back 50 years doesn't mean I have to be as well. So, a few days ago, Mr. P and I were relaxing in front of the fire we took to discussing his menu ideas for Movie Night. He puffed on his pipe as I got out the cookbook of historical recipes for the Aubrey/Maturin (Master&Commander) series I wrote about in this space, Lobscouse & Spotted Dog. After flipping through it a bit, under the chapter titled In Durance Vile I discovered a recipe perfect for 2 men of a literary bent.
"Mr. P, I'm going to make you one of Nero Wolfe's favorite things."
"From an Aubery/Maturin cookbook?"
"Yup."
"Corn fritters with bacon and homemade blackberry jam?"
"Nope. Guess again."
"Salad with Devil's Rain Dressing?"
"Not even close...Flummery."
"Nero Wolfe didn't eat Flummery. He used it as an expression. An expression of distaste in fact."
"That still counts."
"What is Flummery?"
"It's a dessert made from heavy cream and Calf's foot jelly flavored with cinnamon and rose water."
"No. Keep looking."
After looking closely at a few pages I asked,"How about Boiled Shit?"
"WHAT?"
"I'm just reading the recipe. It's very simple too. I can make it easily. Listen. Gather 1 ounce assorted seabird guano -that means seagull poop..."
"I know what guano is."
"Gather the assorted guano in a large clam shell. Mix in 1/4 cup rainwater stirring constantly. Set in a hot sun until it boils. Oh...this is where it falls apart. I guess we can't do this."
"Why?"
"It says Do not drink unless absolutely necessary. Too bad."
"Yes it is. A shame really."
Flipping the pages some more my eyes landed on a recipe. "Oh my gosh...Frumenty! I finally found a recipe for Frumenty. I've been looking for one for years. I can't believe it. Frumenty at long last."
"What's Frumenty?"
"What's Frumenty???That's the dish the Mayor of Casterbridge ate at the village fair! It got him so drunk he sold his wife and daughter to a passing sailor. Want me to make Frumenty for you and Sir Basil?"
"Sounds promising. What's in it?'
"Ah, let's see...cracked wheat, milk, sugar, currants, eggs...That's right. They went into the Frumenty tent because the wife was trying to prevent the Mayor of Casterbridge from drinking and she said Frumenty was "wholesome".
"We don't want anything wholesome."
"It turned out not to be wholesome because the old crone selling the Frumenty poured a cup of rum in the Mayor's dish when his wife wasn't looking. Then she poured some more."
"How much rum does the recipe call for?"
"Uhmmn...one teaspoon per bowl."
"ONE TEASPOON!"
"Not good enough, huh?"
"Not good enough."
"I can be like the crone in Casterbridge and add more. A lot more. Then you can sell me to a passing sailor."
"We don't have passing sailors."
"A passing pilot?"
"Stop it. Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't you make Old Clothes?"
"Oh my gosh, why didn't I didn't think of that before? Old Clothes for Basil the Clothes Horse."
"Perfect isn't it?"
"Especially when you tell him I used horse."
"Hah!"
"Just one thing.."
"What?"
"Wait until I'm up in my room before you tell him."
Dear readers, at 10:30 pm last evening our tall, dark, and handsome headmaster called the house. No, it's not what you're thinking. He wasn't, like our previous headmaster, ol' Farm Face herself, ringing Mr. P to inform him of the danger of my driving skills. He was calling to let us know, thanks to the snowstorm we were experiencing, there would be no school this morning. Whoo Hoo! I went to bed with visions of gingerbread men dancing in my head.
Why would that get gingerbread dancing in my head? Let me explain. To do so, we have to travel back some 22 years. When I consented to move from Boston to Detroit 22 years ago to take a giant step forward in my all-important-back-then career, I wasn't really going to be working in Detroit. I was going to be working in Toronto. Our firm had a Toronto office with Canadian accounts and I was to be there, working on those accounts while residing in posh hotels. Except when I had to do the dry cleaning route to a client in Florida - in by nine out by five. Sure I had an apartment in Detroit. Well not actually in Detroit but in one of Detroit's suburbs. In fact that apartment turned out to be just a stone throw's from the apartment of a certain ad guy I now feed from the same crib for life. And they say God doesn't have plans for us, but I digress.
Anyhoo, back to Toronto. I arrived on the scene, all booted and spurred in the best Saks had to offer that season to make a splash on the international ad scene. My partner and I were handed our first big assignment - a 15 second spot set to run for 2 weeks only for a purveyor of auto supplies highlighting a sale on a case of motor oil. We came up with a simple idea. The spot opened with 3 Arab sheiks sitting at a big marble table of obvious Middle Eastern design. The voice over said, "Announcing a drop in the price of oil." At that, the 3 sheiks began sobbing. To make this moment more amusing I had said to my partner,
"Hey, let's put two women in full black chattel behind them continuously passing the sheiks Kleenex." He thought that touch made the spot. So did our bosses and ultimately our client.
Once the sheiks began sobbing, the two women in chattel, who were holding golden bejeweled boxes of Kleenex, began passing them tissues furiously. The voice over continued with "Motor oil, that is." Then it cut to what is called a product doughnut - a shot of the case of motor oil with the price and all legal mouse type lawyers insist you have to put in. Then we cut back to the still sobbing sheiks and the women were still passing them Kleenex. The voice over said, "Sorry guys!" At that point the sheiks fell apart and took to banging their fists on the table. One even banged his forehead. The women stopped passing Kleenexes and looked at each other.
Because Canada is Canada, back then you had to run all commercials past some section of the government for approval before it could be aired. This spot once it was done, breezed past whatever part of the government it had to. It got the complete thumb's up. It was ready to run.
I was in the Detroit office the day the spot aired and in my office when the buzz came through to get to the head of the agency's office now. On the way there, a colleague stopped me to ask "What did you do?" I hadn't a clue. By the time I reach the agency head's office several people had asked me the same question. Still no clue. Inside his office was every person from the Detroit office who was on the account. The Toronto office was on the speaker phone.
Apparently, some previously unheard of group of Canadian Arabs had managed to catch our 15 second motor oil spot. It was causing them not to go postal but Al Sharpton. Though instead of using a megaphone to make their displeasure known, they were calling a press conference. According to them, this spot was an insult to all Canadians of Middle Eastern descent as it was using inaccurate stereotypes to make fun of a group of people. Because they were mad, so too was the Canadian government even though they had approved the ad. This was making the client even madder even though they too had approved the ad. So, when the agency head asked, "Who's brilliant idea was it to have two women in chattel?" all eyes turned on me.
To make a short meeting even shorter, I was beheaded. The Canadian retailer pulled the spot before lunch, I was drop kicked from the account for employing untrue stereotypes of Arabs, the Toronto office no longer needed my creative services and everyone in Canada proceeded on as if nothing had happened. Nothing at all except the end of the job I had agreed to take by signing a legal contract. The Detroit office was not allowing me to get out of the contract even though the job described in the contract was now gone. I was stuck in Detroit until the contract ran out. Once again proving God is God and Allah isn't, this jihad was not without a happy ending. At this time, Mr. P happened to be need of a partner. Mr. P's Creative Director thought I was perfect for him so he informed me of it. "Sure", I said. "He's really cute." Mr. P, always the more serious type, when he was informed the plan said "Gawd no! She's a horrible Career Nun!" Happily the Creative Director listened to me and not Mr. P. We were paired and we blew our first deadline by talking so much we didn't do any work. Less than 15 months later I handed in my career nun status by agreeing to meet Mr. P at the altar.
So it was some 18 or 19 years later as well as post 9/11 when some group who could have been the ugly stepchildren of that Canadian Jihad- I mean Arab-group that got me beheaded as well as the Canadian government took after a favorite writer, Mark Steyn. I never really even knew what it was Mark wrote. I think it was something in a magazine. One night, Mr. P and I turned on the telly which was tuned into Canadian TV. There was Mark and a few of his accusers facing off on some show. Mark held his ground beautifully, intelligently, and wittily. His accusers came across as intolerant and lacking sense of humors. Well that was it. I went from his ardent admirer of at least a dozen years running to his fellow infidel. Happily Mark was not beheaded but they made his life very difficult for some time. More happily, Mark kept his superb sense of humor throughout and emerged from the ordeal even funnier which only makes him so much more gosh darn attractive.
(Here's where we finally get back to the visions of gingerbread men dancing in my head)
Dear readers, I am going to let you in on a little secret. There is no man that can sing Uh-huh so gosh darn attractively as Mark Steyn. I kid you not. Listen for yourself. Since I've been listening to Mark sing it over and over during the holidays, when our tall, dark, and handsome headmaster called last night to say no school today, I decided to bake gingerbread for my sweet gingerbread men, Mr. P and Little Bertie. Because after a long day in the cold, hard snow, there's nothing like fresh out of the pan sweet gingerbread...
Uh-huh.
...
...
By the by, did you catch these tidbits from my fellow infidel?
Security Alerts Are for Western Union [Mark Steyn]
An Irish reader writes:
Re your post in The Corner, "Who Needs Terrorists?"
about the explosives put in the bag of a traveller from Poprad-Tatry to
Dublin, you might be amused to note that the Slovak airport informed
Dublin airport about it by TELEX.
Who still uses telexes? No wonder the message sat there unread and
unloved, not doubt in some dusty broom cupboard, for three long days
before anyone read it.
I believe Telex is reserved for Code Orange alerts. If it had been
merely a Code Yellow alert, it would have been sent by steam packet via
the Cape of Good Hope.
Elsewhere in travel news, relax. Homeland-security officials were right on top of that Pantybomber situation:
U.S. border security officials learned of the alleged extremist
links of the suspect in the Christmas Day jetliner bombing attempt as
he was airborne from Amsterdam to Detroit and had decided to question
him when he landed, officials disclosed Wednesday.
Given that he was planning to land in 4 million pieces over the
greater Detroit metropolitan area, that's a lot of manpower. I wonder
if the Obama administration understands quite how stupid they sound to
the rest of the world.
But Did He Have a Paperback Book on His Lap? [Mark Steyn]
Boy, those Northwest flights to Detroit sure are popular:
An airline passenger in Miami proclaimed "I want to kill all the
Jews" before police forced him off a Detroit-bound plane, authorities
said Thursday.
Mansor Mohammad Asad, 43, of Ohio, was arrested Wednesday night,
according to a police department statement. Asad was charged with
threats against a public servant, disorderly conduct and resisting an
officer without violence...
The disturbance forced a taxiing Northwest Airlines flight to turn
around at Miami International Airport, according to a news release. . .
. Authorities used a stun gun to subdue Asad on the jet bridge after he
charged at an officer with fists clenched. He also chanted in a foreign
language and threatened officers during a search.
"I'm not afraid of you cops, I've gotten in fights with cops in Ohio
and broke their arms in three places," he said, according to the
affidavit. "I've broken skulls too!"
The affidavit noted that alcohol didn't appear to be a factor during the incident.
Gee, thanks, Sherlock. I wonder why that would be. Speaking of things that aren't a factor:
FBI spokeswoman Judy Orihuela said there were no indications the disturbance was related to terrorism. . . .
Gotcha. So he's not a member of Local #937 of the Amalgamated Union
of Isolated Extremists. For one thing, he's not that isolated:
The Transportation Security
Administration says three of Asad's companions were also taken off the
plane and questioned. The plane departed after a search.
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