Sunday, April 30, 2006
It's Christmas for the Aardvark menage! We have computer to replace, and a local company that does primo work, so come Monday, we put in our order! An MP3 player for the Dread Dormomoo, a birthday present for her sister (The D.D. sez: "If you've gotta buy a present for someone, buy it on Monday!".) Whatever odd bits you need or want and can afford, BUY 'EM MONDAY!
Defeat Aztlan economic terrorism!
Saturday, April 29, 2006
"Introducing the next wave of Star Wars TRANSFORMERS – vehicles and mechs that are MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE!"
Kinda gives you chills, du'nit? I mean, Stan Freberg himself would be hard pressed to out-do the screamin' obvious.
I hate Star Wars. This from one of the Krelboyne horde that saw the original scores of times in college. Rather, I hate what Star Wars became, twisted to the Dark Side from the original vision of the creator. How allegorical. And now this: Star Wars Transformers. Luke and Co. are both characters AND mechs.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Iran? Frankly, I believe that their president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad may be the smartest man on earth. Yup, that's what your Aardvark said. The prexy is quoted as saying, regarding UN foofery about Iran's sovereign national right to pursue whatever energy -or weapons- policy it so chooses:
"Those who want to prevent Iranians from obtaining their right, should know that we do not give a damn to such resolutions."
As I said...a smart man, one who recognises the utter impotence of that august body. One does not need to be a rocket scientist to figure out that with it's proudly jutting tower, the UN must be compensating for something.
We need a smart man in the White House, one who recognises that America's Nanny State does not have authority nor ability to babysit the rest of the planet. The Pax Americana is not happening.
FYI, the newspaper quote above was the first one that Google popped up. I am not in the pay of My Zionist Masters. Oooh...did I say "my"? Silly slip of the tongue.
Israel is a secular state. Nothing more. AD 70, which Jesus foretold, put an end to the Mosaic covenant. No temple...no sacrifices...no need. The Sacrifice Lamb was slain once for all, fulfilling the Law and the Prophets.
Stop reading Hal Lindsay, and Tim LaHaye, and PLEASE stop watching Jack and Rexella, and read the Word. With your brain engaged. When Jesus said "This generation" he meant "THIS", the one to which he was then speaking. Grammar is not all mystical and gooey in the Bible.
I hope that this does not cost me reader, but I'm just tired of it. I became a Christian during the heyday of "The Late Great Planet Earth" in the mid-70s, and was in the thick of Rapture this, and antiChrist that, and I could never quite make it jive with the Bible.
Hmmmm...could be...because it didn't (unless of course you are using a Scofield).
Yet otherwise orthodox and Biblical people have this great whopping blind spot where End Times are concerned. And all this Eschatological musical chairs game is a late-bloomer historically, perhaps as early as the late 1700s, thogh one source quotes:"Then my own research indicated that it was Emmanuel Lacunza, a Jesuit Catholic priest, who in the 1812 book The Coming of Messiah in Glory and Majesty, first taught this theory." (there's a seal of approval!). with the doctrine gaining ground in the 1800s, with both the Plymouth Brethren, and later the Bible Conference movement in the States. Otherwise non and even anti-charismatic believers gloss over the fact that the "Rapture" idea was popularised by a putative prophetic utterance by a girl in a prayer meeting, NOT from the Bible, which only speaks of the Resurrection, and that precisely and explicitly.
I'll grant you that in newspaper parlance, the whole AntiChrist scenario as propounded by Lindsay, et.al., is sexy. It sure sells books!
Now, I am a free market guy, except for where the Gospel is concerned. Jesus taught it for free.
The apostles did not charge their hearers a fee for preaching. I teach for free. Consequently, when I see "Vital Christian Teaching" being flogged in the book stalls, sorry, but it makes me wonder which model these teachers are following.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
"We can't deport millions of illegals because, well, we just can't!"
There seems to be no problem detaining and transporting multitudes of, say, recreational marijuana users. " If we don't stop them, they may bring about the Dreaded Twinkie Shortage! Use some of that will and manpower to fight a true menace to our society.
Lest I sound like Johnny One-Note (no kin to Symon!) allow please this Aardvark to offer a word of encouragement. There is a May Day protest coming up. Many of the hard-working, peaceful, and "we are here just to work and support our families" avatars of light who are scurrilously referred to as "illegals" are about to indulge in a massive oct of economic terrorism.
They are going to abstain from buying from American businesses onn May Day (the same date revered by Communists worldwide...I'm just sayin'...I'm not a John Bircher-shoot, I don't even have a birch tree, nor a canoe.). This is four days before Cinco de Mayo, the Mexican holiday celebrating welching on international loans. Read your history. The more you know...
Anyway, the peaceful Immigrants from the South, these Apostles of Aztlan, are going to flex their fiscal muscles and boycott American business, to show their combined economic might.
"By goo, the Americans NEED us."
Ummm, no, we don't.
Listen, people, if you choose not to vote, fine.
If you never write to your Congressman, well and good.
If you think that the System is corrupt and broken beyond repair, I understand.
There is one thing you choose to do with great regularity: SHOP.
You buy stuff. You go to the Dread Mart of Wal, or Tar-zhay, or the Dollar Store.
You definitely go to the grocery store, I mean, come ON...have you looked at yourself?...sorry, I looked in a mirror...
Lookit. It's simple: come May Oneth, (pronounced "wunth") GO BUY STUFF. Maybe you don't wave a flag, or listen to talk radio, or blog, or other useful, productive things like that, but you can GET STUFF!
- Buy that lawn sprinkler.
- The kids are graduating, you really need a new camcorder for that.
- Grocery shop on May 1, and double up on staple items.
- Go to a fruit stand, and get the first fresh watermelon of the year.
- Johnny S, come home and buy summat!
- If you can use two of a thing, buy two.
- Go here, and order a case of the paperback FairTax book to give to friends, family and co-workers. Or just a few. But order. On May 1
- On May 1, do your American Duty and BUY STUFF.
- Fill your gas tank.
That's the plan.
Part 2: On Cinco de Mayo (May 5) DO NOT indulge your taste for fajitas and margaritas at the local Mexican bistro.
This is a game two can play.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
The eclectic A.M. Siriano is taking a rest, and getting his nails done. One of his contributors, the redoubtable Johnny D. has thus been cast adrift, flotsam on the aetheric waves. He washed ashore, having nothing better to do than respond to an attempt at humor on my part. He commented on my brief Sunday post, but there are those who do not bother with the comments section, so I share his insights below. Besides, I'm not above a braglet:
Johnny D Symon said...
It’s funny how one thing can lead to another in life, and life with all of it’s twisting and wending of ways leads one to places and things that otherwise might not be experienced. And that’s why I’m here! It’s in response to your comment on “Albert of Europa” that I finally managed to visit your site ... Great words and great art too.
I don’t think ergot is so common with corn, but there is that little thing called huitlacoche ... corn truffle, and I love it. I use it when I make fresh pasta, and in soup, and as a burger sauce etc. Though I somehow doubt that it contains hallucinatory properties, but they say Mexicans dance on their hats, so maybe corn truffle is behind that!
Both A M and I are on short sabbatical. But we spoke recently when I visited his home town. His neighborhood and his neighbors look like an exact replica of a Jimmy Neutron stage set; A M was sitting down against a tree trunk, hands folded behind his head, and staring up at the sky, (for that's what poets do) he remarked that, “It’s code,” I said, “Surely you mean cold,” but no, he meant code; Computer code that is. He’s real busy ... we both are. And our busyness has coincided with some interesting events both in the States and in Europe;
The Italian election result was announced on the same morning that a certain Mafia head whom the authorities weakly claimed to have been looking for for forty years, was finally captured. He’d been living in his home town all this time, and no one had apparently noticed! What a coincidence. I wonder what names will turn up at his plea-bargaining session. Now we all can sit back to watch Prodi obliterate the Italian power industry. I wrote about Prodi and his “power plans” back in July, 2004, in “Crème de la Kremlin” when I said,
“In another speech, June of this year, Romano Prodi spoke of a meeting and a signed agreement which concluded the “bilateral market access negotiations for the accession of the Russian Federation to the WTO,” signed by EU Trade Commissioner, Pascal Lamy, and the Russian Economy Development and Trade Minister, German Gref.
Romano Prodi went on to state, “This includes a commitment that the price of gas for industrial users covers costs, profits and investment needed for exploitation of new fields. Russian gas prices to industrial users would be gradually increased from the current $27-28 to between $37-42 by 2006, and $49-57 by 2010.”
Those goals could never be guaranteed without removing private sector control over oil and gas in Russia.”
And that’s what Prodi is about to do in Italy. The EU Commission recently stated that “community power interests must replace national power interests” or words to that effect, because several of the EU hoods have said the same thing in several different ways recently. Communists still can’t come to terms with that thing called “nationalism” ... the apiary thing. They believe that we’re all the same under the skin, and through political winding and weaving the individually minded homo sapien will come round to their way of thinking, and adopt their scheme of things.
Bertrand Russell held, in his day, the qualities of being both a genius and an idiot at the same time. But sadly the latter quality as regards his vision of the forthcoming NATO and UN entities and their workings became the dominant factor. He believed that if the world had a supreme governmental force with the only military and navy, all others abolished, peace would be quickly forthcoming in the world! I refer your readers to his work entitled, “Political Ideals” because if you have any who hold pro-UN/EU leanings, they’ll soon drop ‘em after reading that book! I guess, in hindsight, my use of the term idiot to describe Bertrand Russell, was misplaced; Dullard is a better term. Here’s how the Devil’s Dictionary defines the condition ...
“DULLARD, n. A member of the reigning dynasty in letters and life.
The Dullards came in with Adam, and being both numerous and sturdy
have overrun the habitable world. The secret of their power is their
insensibility to blows; tickle them with a bludgeon and they laugh
with a platitude. The Dullards came originally from Boeotia, whence
they were driven by stress of starvation, their dullness having
blighted the crops. For some centuries they infested Philistia, and
many of them are called Philistines to this day. In the turbulent
times of the Crusades they withdrew thence and gradually overspread
all Europe, occupying most of the high places in politics, art,
literature, science and theology. Since a detachment of Dullards came
over with the Pilgrims in the _Mayflower_ and made a favorable report
of the country, their increase by birth, immigration, and conversion
has been rapid and steady. According to the most trustworthy
statistics the number of adult Dullards in the United States is but
little short of thirty millions, including the statisticians. The
intellectual centre of the race is somewhere about Peoria, Illinois,
but the New England Dullard is the most shockingly moral.”
OK, after reading that, I’m still avoiding any reference to that “State” called Palestine, and Russia’s dogged funding of it’s terrorist activities! But I’ll say this at least ... The fact that Bertrand Russell could foresee the beginnings of the New World Order was in itself interesting, but for me of greater interest was his complete lack of reference to Islam, Mohammed or Mohammedism. He formed his one-world vision from a communist mindset, and did not foresee the rise of Islam and it’s world-domination plans! Which is a common trait amongst socialists and communists, for to believe that all of us are the same under the skin is a denial of the events leading up to the Tower of Babel.
Communism is “ignorance is bliss” gone wrong; There’s good ignorance, bad ignorance and indifferent ignorance. The bad and indifferent are apt descriptions of our modern day communists and liberals. I might be described by that film title, “The Good, the Bad and the Ugly”, for it’s all true, but indifference is not part of my makeup ... and it ain’t yours either Aardvark. Keep them thoughts comin’ ... Johnny D
Thanks, Johnny. You are welcome on my beach anytime!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Darling, I have no wish to contradict you, at all, at all. I am not a Public Policist. But, if I may, I wish to offer a bit of perspective.
The going wage rate in Mexico, the last time I lived there, was 50 pesos a day. This converts to just under five dollars. A day.
The going types of available jobs in Mexico consist primarily of things like breaking rocks with a blunt axe, working in chemical factories with no safety controls which occasionally explode and blow people's legs off, housecleaning for the ladies, and very little else.
There are no such things as 'business loans,' credit cards with which to start one's own business, unemployment insurance, or investments.
Any human being with intelligence and initiative who is born to the campesino class in Mexico is across the border by the time he or she turns twenty-one. These people accept the first minimum-wage or sub-minimum wage job they can, and send the vast majority of their wages back home to sustain their 6 or 7 younger siblings, while their parents continue to break rocks and clean houses.
Some of them eventually manage to save enough money to get an education and start their own business. The ones who make it do so because they work very, very, very hard, with morals and integrity.
It has been my empirical observation that individuals such as these contribute, in real terms, a great deal more to the American economy, in taxes and productive labor, than they extract from it in social services. Most of them are too frightened of deportation to attempt to collect 'benefits'; they're here to work.
Of course it would be best if they all obtained green cards. I do not know if you have ever attempted to navigate the labyrinth of constantly shifting bureaucracy that this requires. Suffice it to say that it is difficult, capricious, highly liable to failure, and too time-consuming for an individual whose family is likely to starve in the meantime.
Obviously, it would be best for all concerned if the Mexicans in Mexico did something about their corrupt and abysmal economy. Unfortunately there are many reasons why this is slow to happen, none of which we, as Americans, have much control over.
I, personally, do not begrudge these heroic people any job in this country that they can earn and perform to their employer's satisfaction. You are perfectly free to disagree with me.
The Aardvark sez:
Y'know, PL, you should start a blog!
I mean, your comment is longer than most of my posts! And excellent to boot! Thank you.
Understood, my sweet, and there are a myriad of injustices in the world at which to tilt. The US is number one in charitable giving, private and government. How much more must we do? (I know the answer; I am Waxing Polemical.)
My concern is law. Without law there is mass rapine, and riots in the streets, and people breaking in and stealing Pretty Lady's pretty things. There is nothing to prevent anarchy, nothing to bring the miscreant to book in a just manner. "Oh," you say, "The Goodness of Mankind!". My Calvinist upbringing is ROFL!
That said, I have to turn to Acts.
Yeppers, I'm one of those dangerous guys who sees Public Policy in the wisdom of the Scriptures. (however, since I do not believe the perverted doctrine of the Left Behind books, and see Revelation as largely fulfilled, save for the resurrection of the dead, Christ's return, and the Day of Judgment, you don't have to worry. My finger wouldn't be on The Button, attempting to Immanentise the Eschaton. Historic Orthodoxy is Much safer.)
What's the point? Borders MEAN something, whether personal or national. I presume that you would feel discomfort were I to meet you as a stranger, and insist upon conversing with you virtually nose-to-nose. Personal boundaries are important. National boundaries are perhaps moreso. That these unlawful trespassers are good workers, and devoted to the upkeep of their families is laudable, but this does not change the fact that they have broken the law on our side of the border. It grieves me that the wages are so poor in Mexico (though cost-of-living is also lower), and that the government is so corrupt, but it is their government. We rebelled against England for far less, and won. This is their option as well.
What of NAFTA? I know that MY industry has relocated most of its factories south of the border-and further south still. SOMEONE is sewing the shirts!
The hard work and Family Values are good things. The situation is duplicated by countless multiples in India, yet many of them manage to complete the requisite paperwork to obtain permission to live here, and work, and buy Mom & Pop motels, make money, and enrich their home villages. The Byzantine bureaucracy serves a purpose, to act as a brake, just as the
bicameral legislature acts to slow down hastiness in governance.
This will not make you a happy panda, but it is the way I understand things. I desire the best for these people, but y'know, I have to obey the law. As do you. Why should they, who are NOT citizens, be given a pass, when we are not? The application of adjectives like "heroic" does not remove the geas of obedience to the law. I welcome all the huddled masses who play by the rules. Those who do not set themselves up as enemies, or at least as thinking they are better than law-abiders, because their need is greater. Then there is the issue of Aztlan. Also here.
An activist movement is well at work here in the US. A movement that is counter to our national identity and sovereignty; a fifth column, if you will. I do not brand all as part of it, but a significant portion is.
Another thing: what utter arrogance fuels these marchers, wrapping themselves in the banner of civil rights. The illegals are not citizens; they have no rights to speak of. Does this make me evil or bad, to speak what is true? I do not hate these folks. I just find the chutzpah of this movement to be utterly breathtaking.
Ask the owners and workers of the California E.R.s that have closed bankrupt because of the illegals flooding the medical system with demands for Government-mandated health care if all are as reticent to seek goodies as the avatars of light which you describe.
"Obviously, it would be best for all concerned if the Mexicans in Mexico did something about their corrupt and abysmal economy. Unfortunately there are many reasons why this is slow to happen, none of which we, as Americans, have much control over."
Back to the book of Acts. Part of the reason for borders, for different countries, is to encourage people to seek God "That they should seek the Lord", as NO political system can provide what only God in Christ Jesus can provide. When they find the freedom in Christ, they then have a true template against which to measure their system, and begin to demand change. (Personally, I believe the corruption and lawlessness in the
US of A is a reflexion of the same in the American churches. When we get OUR act together, then we can demand and effect change in the government. Ooooh. I think that is approaching profundity!)
And please, fellow Blog-o-Verse TM denizenry, note that though PL and I are having a disagreement of sorts, we neither of us has descended to the gutter, nor questioned the other's ancestry. This is called Respect, and Breeding. I am honored to have her commentary here, and, well, she makes me want to blog in a tux.
That said, let me add summat:
If we wish to have a powerhouse economy, with other countries' industries relocating HERE, then we MUST enact the FairTax. Go to the site, learn it, and let's get it pushed through. There would be enough work for all, legal or not.
Friday, April 14, 2006
The Aardvark is NOT a rabid racist ideologue.
He has no particular concerns about the color of one's skin.
He does worry about the color of one's card.
As in whether-or-not it is green. And real.
THAT is the point. Legal, NOT racial.
It is Easter weekend. Jesus Christ, or Yeshua ha Mashiach for you Judaisers, is celebrated across Christendom for His death, burial, and triumphant Resurrection from the dead. Praise Jesus! Hallelujah, Messiah! I desire to be a good and faithful servant of the Lamb.
We have been enjoying the new adventures of The Doctor. Fabulous stories, great players, excellent effects, and CHRISTOPHER ECCLESTON shows the dark underbelly of the heroic Time Lord. BILLIE PIPER, well, I would crawl on my knees over broken glass for her smile.
I hope that Sci Fi smartens up, and begins showing older Dr. Who episodes. They would RULE the ratings for geekdom and Brit fans, especially those who will retch if they have to see ONE MORE RE-RUN of Are You Being Served on their local PBS station.
I saw a sadness last night. Ann Coulter was on O'Reilly, and they could agree on little. He wants a border of National Guardsmen. She wants a WALL (and hire illegals to build it. Cheap labor.)
Oh Really is WRONG. Here's the trick: If you have a Guard at point A, and a Guard at point C, an illegal is donna try to get through at point B.
We need a wall. We need it twenty years ago. No other nation on earth is as cavalier about its borders. We must have control over our borders, ond over who may cross them, and for how long.
Monday, April 10, 2006
The endless blather about "immigration" continues apace.
The issue is not pro-or-con immigration.
It is illegal immigration.
One who does an illegal thing is de facto criminal.
Not to mention de jure.
""When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less."
That is one of my favorite Lewis Carroll quotes.
It is also a major tactic in the verbal warfare from the wreckers of our Republic.
It is a great Weariness to me. Language is exceeding precious to me.
The English language, for all its quirks, towers in its grandeur and utility.
People, practise what I preach. Use the language clearly and correctly, and insist upon it from those who claim to inform us.
Friday, April 07, 2006
The burnout, I mean.
As in me.
Some months back I posted about "not suffering fools gladly". I cannot handle arrant stupidity anymore, including (and O how I loathe the term) passive-aggressive posturing. And, given my previous post, this may give some a completely unwarranted "AHA!"...
I simply abhor doing business with women. Especially the sort who place their bad behavior upon me, as though it is all MY fault. I refer to it as "throwing their sex at me" (and not in a good way). The Dread Dormomoo has a handy talent for art. She was an artist for years, and then she discovered the airbrush, and made quite a nice bundle painting upon shirts and surfboards, tailgates, walls, skate cases, and ball helmets. Helmets are the current craze, and DD has quite the crazed and happy following for her work.
Invariably, the Special Jobs, the ones that require Special Handling, and Shoving Ahead of Other Work, these are the stuff nightmares are made on. She had to completely re-color the helmet to a sky blue (we thought the enamel would never dry), and then paint a softball on the front, with lovely pastel-shaded angelic wings trailing on either side of the helmet, and the child's name across the front as well. This is all done freehand, BTW.
The mother in question stolidly walked in with her daughter in tow. The little girl was enraptured. She LOVED the wings. They were the sort of wings one would get if Barbie became an angel. Her Mater was less enthused. "I had something different in mind." I had to fight not to inform her that we both flunked telepathy. Then she told The Lie. She said to her daughter "As long as YOU like them...". I recognised that she had slipped into Impossible To Satisfy mode. She began the Interminable Scan of the helmet. "The name isn't even straight." I gently pointed out that it was following a curve, but she HAD to be right, and pointed out an inconsistency in the freehand script, whereupon I offered to have it re-done, but it would take a few days. "Oh, no, she HAS to have it tomorrow." So I Made a Decision. It is clear that she is unused to having a man Make a Decision. I abruptly said "Well, take it, and bring it back next week." This is a reasonable solution to the problem. She had already decided, though, that she would NOT be satisfied, and that I had NO solution for her. So I told her to just take it. Period. Whereupon she accused me of being rude. Honestly, it had been a beastly day, but my temper was in check; I was merely being sudden in my decisions. No, she said I was rude. No, I said I wanted her to be satisfied. Contretemps. I gave her the opportunity to NOT PAY, JUST TO TAKE IT. She insisted upon dashing off a check, I assume to maintain the Moral High Ground. Then, she would not speak to me, or answer me at all. She took her broodlet to her SUV, and I cheerily wished her safety in the inclement weather coming.
I love my wife (and not just 'cause I'm commanded to!). I love my daughter (ditto). There are many women whom I love, or am fiercely fond of, or look forward to seeing again at the Next Convention; in short, friends. I have no trouble with customer service gals at the various vendors I frequent. I am NOT a misogynist.
I guess that I just cannot abide the ones who have no breeding, no manners, who cannot Maintain the Polite Fiction. Bad behavior disguised as "being honest" Trouble is, there are SO MANY of them, that I worry that I am becoming the "M-word".
I find that I cannot smile and just TAKE it anymore.
We are mailing the check back, with a sweetness-and-light note.
It's worth the $25. I paid Dormomoo out of my pocket, so she's not out; but she has so nailed it.
I used to be able, no matter my humor, to "put on my shop face" and be Mr. Rogers.
I can't anymore. I did not yell at this woman, or behave badly, but she sure picked up my on vibe.
Maybe she didn't flunk telepathy.
As for me, I'm just tired of women who cannot behave themselves in a civil manner. God bless her husband.
If this type of behavior was the norm historically, there would have been no Oldest Profession, and no human race to speak of, either.
Maybe I need some work, too. One thing I know, I am utterly ready to quit.I'm tired of these people.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Work has been worky.
People have been a trial.
Memories have stunk.
The worst part of hell will be the regret. Having to relive over and again the time you ultimately rejected Grace. And the times you made an utter and complete ass of yourself before the watching world.
An unpleasant week.
As to memories, I recall my upbringing, and the seemingly contradictory life I live today. My father was a homosexual, and a drunk. (Spare me the idiocy: "Well, YOU'RE here..." Think of me as an experiment in an alternative lifestyle.) His mother was a moderating-and perhaps causative- influence in his life, and upon her death, when I was in ninth or tenth grade, all bets were off. The charming, genteel, delusions-of-mint-juleps-on-the-veranda disappeared into a bottle. I say drunk because though he did the AA and State Hospital trip, he schmoozed his way through to release. He was charming, and knew how to answer the questions, and after his vacation, he would return to the bottle. Bottles. I lived with him. I know.
Couple this with his degeneration into crudity. The Pop Media Machine seeks to cast homosexuality in a soft-focus shot. Romantic, even. I have seen the Wine and Roses, and it is cheap vodka and tobacco and the twisting of the most innocent comment into sexual innuendo.
I have been propositioned by his pals -how sweet- and pawed at like the farmer's virgin daughter. Sophisticated and cosmopolitan, I'll say. The sheer ruttishness of what he became haunts me to this day, and I avoid my extended family mostly because of all the memory triggers involved. And let me tell you, there is nothing to establish one's self-worth like seeing your dad's exploits on your high school bathroom wall. Suffice to say that I give precisely zero pass to the "lifestyle".
As to my contradictory life, well, I have a surprisingly large number of homosexual friends and acquaintances. Good friends, who love and appreciate me, even with my being a believer, and all. I treasure them, pray good for them, and they know that they can call on me at need. I say this not to do the Pharisee Dance (blow the trumpet, watch me prance...what a GOOD person am I...), but rather to marvel at the redeeming work of Christ. I'm not whole, but I'm a lot less broken! Where hatred could dwell, there is...something better.
I also share this to show that Bad Upbringings can be triumphed over.
Monday, April 03, 2006
The Media Whine Machine is now at a fever pitch, especially since the invaders have marched 500,000 strong waving May-hee-can flags.
How long has the hoary old Greyhound carried people to-and-fro in our great nation? The media mugs are behaving as though you can only make one trip with a bus. (Ohhh! We took a load...we gotta scrap that bus and get a new one.) There is no reason not to deport the illegals. We have the buses, trains, and donkey carts to send all of them back to the NAFTA heaven south of our border.
Just load 'em up at the next protest march. They are foreign interlopers on our soil, waving a foreign flag. Use the National Guard.
But WAIT, there's MORE!
The Dread Dormomoo made an interesting observation.
Many of 'em walked in.
Line 'em up, and march them right back home. Our guys can ride in jeeps.
Your opinions, comments or flames would all be helpful, or at least amusing.
(...perhaps if we ignore him, he'll go away...NO, no, don't make eye contact...Shoot! Now he's coming over....)
Sometimes I feel like the George Costanza of the Blog-O-Verse TM .