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Saturday, February 17. 2007
Sister Mary Katherine entered the Monastery of Silence. The Priest said, "Sister, you know that this is a silent monastery. You are welcome here as long as you like but you may not speak until I direct you to do so."
On her 15th anniversary at the monastery, the Priest again called Sister Mary Katherine Into his office. “You may say two words today.”
“I quit,” said Sister Mary Katherine.
“It’s probably best," said the Priest, "you’ve done nothing but bitch since you got here.”
Posted by Bird Dog in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 09:24 | Comments (4) | Trackbacks (0)
The paragliding story - just incredible. My nightmare.
How Edward Said made it impossible to speak the truth about Islam and the Middle East. New York Sun
Sissy shares our views of PC and threats to free speech.
Womens' work spaces dirtier than toilet seats. Sheesh.
Good advice, for bloggers and for everyone, from Wizbang:
Friday, February 16. 2007
A quote from a Duke prof about what he learned from the so-called rape case (from an excellent summary piece at Durham in Wonderland):
That profound, nuanced, deeply historically-informed cultural critique must have been xeroxed from the Cultural Marxism Handbook for grades K-2. Hmmm. That ain't what I learned from the story.
What I learned is that there are more psychotic, deluded, ignorant, propaganda-ist, hateful, arrogant, and embittered paranoid-psychotic folks teaching at our expensive universities than I had ever imagined. I always thought that colleges, these days, were evolving into kindergartens, but I did not realize that they were voluntary asylums where wackos have their delusions reinforced by an equally insane community, and get paid for it (probably to keep them off the streets).
Thanks, Duke, for clearing that issue up for me. Now, o wise prof, explain to me what "transphobia" is? Fear of trains and planes, or what?
Image: An oasis of sanity at Duke.
A great blog post - as opposed to a "check this out" post - is succinct, non-rambling, fact-filled, gracefully-written, minimally self-referential, and pulls together disparate themes and unusual facts to shed fresh light on a subject, or to make a random subject interesting. That is to say, a great blog post is a good brief essay, ideally well-salted with links. When I post, I rarely
Here's a good example of a fine blog post by Never Yet Melted about deer coursing in Scotland.
Posted by The Barrister in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 19:36 | Comments (6) | Trackbacks (0)
As I have said before, the "war" in Iraq has evolved into a large-scale police action with the goal of supporting the establishment of a humane, civil society which does not support Moslem terrorists. I see no reason why anyone would oppose such a benign effort in a part of the world which is not only strategically important to America, but has also been a source of terrorist attacks. It's called "draining the swamp." It might be successful, and it might fail. But why oppose it?
Why? Purely for political reasons. But it's a big gamble for the Dems: Now they need to cross their fingers and pray that we fail, and they need to do whatever they can to cause us to fail, for their political strategy to succeed. If the past is any guide, they will give this kind of "victory" all of their energy, and will ignore the real issues in the world. All about power and '08.
It is painful to watch this sort of thing happening in my country. Bush must feel like Lincoln, dealing with the Copperhead Dems who never quit opposing "Lincoln's war."
Also, need I mention that I believe that the reason for the opposition to the "surge" is that it might be successful?
What do black votes cost? Ask Hillary
Iran's economic house of cards. Shulman at American Future
A parrot with a 1000 word vocabulary. BBC
Castle Doctrine spreading - now to TX
The Politically Incorrect Guide to Global Warming
Warming is our friend. Tyrrell at Am Spectator
Antarctica defies warming fears. Still quite cold down there.
Bangkok Street Dogs. There's a site for everything.
William and Mary, No to cross, yes to hos. Not my America. Sign a petition. Powerline
This urgent item came in over the transom:
Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out. While the kidney story was an urban legend, this one is not. It's happening every day in America.
My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Who would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years? Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose. Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again.
My ass was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear end to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. I couldn't believe that my new ass was attached at least three inches lower than my original. Now, my rear complemented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.
It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated as the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced one section at a time. How clever and fiendish.
Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is supposed to creep up, unnoticed, something like maturity. No, I was being attacked repeatedly and without warning. In despair, I gave up my T-shirts. What could they do to me next?
My poor neck suddenly disappeared faster than the Thanksgiving turkey it now resembled.
That's why I decided to tell my story. I can't take on the medical profession by myself. Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee. That really isn't plastic that those surgeons are using. You KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don't you? The next time you suspect someone has had a face "lifted," look again. Was it lifted from you?
This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every night.
WARN YOUR FRIENDS!
P.S. I must say that last year I thought someone had stolen my breasts. I was lying in bed and they were gone! As I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept.
Now I keep them hidden in my waistband where no-one can find the,.
Image: Photo of the author of the above warning, prior to theft of body parts.
Good update by Jules C. What will the Dems do and say if this surge is effective?
Good old Moonbattery informed us about HR 254, sponsored by the esteemed Shirley Jackson-Lee. HR 254 proposes to create federal "hate crimes."
HR 254 is creepy. The bill fits right in with the Cultural Marxism piece posted yesterday.
What makes it worse to assault someone for their sexual proclivities than to assault someone just because you hate their guts? The proposed bill, as Moonbattery points out, could be extended to "hate speech" laws, such as they endure in Europe.
For the record, we hate this bill, and we hate the perennially enraged Shirley for having the horrible, oppressive, and idiotic idea. Furthermore, we will hate anything and anybody we feel like, and we will happily say so until someone hauls us off for regrooving.
The Master said, "Yu, have you heard the six words to which are attached six becloudings?" Yu replied, "I have not."
From the Analects of Confucius (h/t, a commenter at One Cosmos)
Thursday, February 15. 2007
Shamelessly stolen from Villainous Company. I hope Cassandra doesn't mind, but this was too good to pass up. Can guys assume that this is what is going on when a lady has a smile in the line at Starbucks?
Posted by Bird Dog in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 20:34 | Comments (12) | Trackbacks (0)
I wish one of us had written this piece. Cultural Marxism, by Kimball at Am. Thinker. A quote:
Read it all. It gives the history of almost everything we view as subversive and destructive to the values we hold dear. I am just not sure how Freud fits into this, though.
"They were laying new power cables which were strung on the ground for miles. The moose are rutting right now and very agitated. He was thrashing around and got his antlers stuck in the cables. When the men (miles away) began pulling the lines up with their big equipment, the moose went up with them. They noticed excess tension in the lines and went searching for the problem. He was still alive when they lowered him to the ground. He was a huge 60 inch bull and slightly peeved !"
Hey Al! It's 14 degrees this morning up here, and a Wooly Mammoth is stalking me. I can just barely see him through the trees. I am going inside to start a fire and meditate on Aussie nude surfing babes since I was without a girlfriend on St. Valentine's day - as usual. Summer down there, isn't it?
Speaking of which, Nor'easter road rage is good!
Valentine's Day flowers - in Egypt?
How many Moslems does it take to screw up a country? Ace. And speaking of those sneaky jihad Moslems, take a look at how Jihad-apologist CAIR is trying to insinuate itself into the mainstream. Atlas. Via PBS, of course.
FARK shut down our "Prayers for Global Warming" piece, so it didn't even appear on Total Fark, which almost everything does. A bit humorless over there at Fark, when it comes to Planet Catastrophe? Bird Dog thought they might enjoy it. I did.
Truly bad taste. Do not look. Free Market Fairy Tales
French plan lovefest for Fidel. Hmmm. I thought they were proud of murdering their King. Maybe they prefer Commie Kings? Difficult to understand French psychology. But why bother? They have sexy babes, and that's what is important.
Did you know that Bush was the first president to fund embryonic stem cell research? Willisms. I guess it doesn't fit the narrative.
Giant squid blind their prey with light. Cool.
Old? Get out of our way. Brit national health
Where's Mookie? On vacation, of course. Michelle. Terrorists need vacations. Just like Osama. Seen him lately? No, he's at Sandals in Jamaica, which is full of virgins.
Don't send my boy to Harvard. Horsefeathers. Bunch of Kool-Aid drinkers over there.
Cleopatra needed a nose job? AOL news
We are all on welfare now. Who did this to us? Viking. This is not the proud Yankee way of life. But isn't co-dependency a lovely thing? We all care so much about each other. Kumbaya, man. Crikey.
A game: Name that Party! Surber
A fine MSM update. Driscoll
Dems work hard to plan our Iraq defeat. RWNH. May I ask why they do this? Is it perhaps political? Naw, they'd never do that. Or would they? AP admits Dems undermining war. Do many Dems hate America and the freedom and opportunity and can-do spirit and independence it stands for? No doubt. And it's a shame: it didn't used to be that way. There is a cancer in this country, eating its soul and spirit, which is I why I take the time to post with my friends at Maggie's Farm.
Taliban copying the Palestinians, and using children as shields. Singleton. Heroic freedom fighters.
Al Gore and global coldening. Blair. Quit it, Al. I am freezing.
Obama is famous because he's black. SDA. Hillary is famous because she has female genitalia (supposedly), and was married to a President. Where would these two be if they were white men? Fairly average-bright nobodies, like all the rest of us guys.
Brit Anglican moonbats try to salvage the Anglican Church. It won't work, because everyone knows they are Moonbats.
I'll Remember You
I'll remember you
Entire lyrics here.
Everybody is linking to this piece, Protector of the Free World Deserves Better, by Albrechtson in the Australian. One quote:
So will they love us if our economy shrinks towards the catastrophe of France, and we shut down our military? And why should we care? Those arrogant Europeans should be reading Maggie's if they want to learn about evil, ignorant, uncivilized, oafish, boorish, disgusting Americans.
An honest man was being tailgated by a stressed-out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just in front of him.
He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.
The tailgating woman hit the roof--and the horn--screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection.
As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer.
The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police station where she was searched, finger-printed, photographed and placed in a holding cell.
After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door.
She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects. He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Follow Me to Sunday School' bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk.
Naturally, I assumed you had stolen the car."
Posted by Gwynnie in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 06:18 | Comments (6) | Trackbacks (0)
Wednesday, February 14. 2007
Friends of Maggie's Farm have given us exclusive inside photos of the exhaustive -- and we daresay, exhausting--interview process that the son of the south uses when trying to find people from one America ready, willing, and able to savagely attack the other America without them noticing. Our old pal Iowahawk has the resume of one of the last sterling candidates for the job. You can read it here, if you're not faint of heart when hearing strong Anglo-Saxon words.
It's OK. The court says so. And where are you going to meet appropriate people anyway - at Guido's Pizza and Lounge? From Meyerson at WaPo. A perfect Valentine's Day item:
Posted by The Barrister in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 18:30 | Comment (1) | Trackbacks (0)
Weenies. Yes, we have snow and sleet in Yankeeland. What's the big deal? What do you expect in February? Go outside and enjoy it before Bush makes it melt and kills all of the Polar Bears.
Bent Skovmand died. You don't know who he was, but he did a great thing. He created the Weed Bank. The future will be grateful to him - seriously.
Could be a QQQ. Giuliani:
"In the business world, if two weeks were spent on a nonbinding resolution, it would be considered nonproductive," Giuliani told the lunch crowd, setting off a burst of laughter.
Quote from a Norwegian, in a piece at No Pasaran - about Americans:
Roosevelt Admin nixed visas for Anne Frank. NYSun
As we predicted, it's the Incredible Disappearing Rape Case at Duke. In this case, an alleged rape by a person of no ethnicity upon another person of no ethnicity. Victim female, though, apparently. Duke profs silent.
A war on Toyota-ists? Don Surber. Too damn bad, Michigan. If you build it, they will come.
When a cigar is not just a cigar: Ellison calls the cops. What a schmuck. But, I ask you, how come congressmen can smoke in their offices, and I cannot? Do any laws apply to them?
More on Mr. Sun and cosmic rays. Gates of V.
"...it's obvious that environmentalism is a new incarnation of modern leftism."
Vaclav Klaus, President of the Czech Republic
Quoted from Amerisearch:
Thus a Saint's Day on which to remember the lengths to which sacrificial love can go.
The secularized version of this Saint's Day has eliminated the example of Christ, and the faith of St. Valentine, and retained only the tradition of the clubbing to death to which all fellows can be subject if they do not please their wife and/or girlfriend(s).
Posted by Bird Dog in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 05:04 | Comments (3) | Trackbacks (0)
Tuesday, February 13. 2007
So Mookie's decided to boogie all the way to Iran.
Apparently the real Surgin' General is named Petraeus.