Enough With the ‘Obama is the Anti-Christ” Emails Already, OK?

I don’t want to hear it. Stop it! Just because you disagree with someone, you shouldn’t call them names. Especially nasty names, like “Anti-Christ”.

Oh wait, this is American politics…….!

Rick Moran is glad the American election process takes sooooo long. Otherwise, how would we know who was the bigger fool? Obama is reaching the the pinnacle of lie-man-ship that previously was the exclusive domain of the Clintons. Who are freeloading again, by the way. Does anything ever change?

But back to Obama, for a minute. Three items caught my attention this weekend, that summarize the case against Obama very nicely.

1. Michelle Malkin – on the company “of the cloth” he keeps
2. Neo-neocon – on Obama’s wordsmithing talents, and
3. Gerard – well, just being Gerard (not suitable for work or small children!).

It is gonna be a verrrrrry long summer.

White People Like Book Deals

So here’s a little change of pace, from the usual blah-blah-blah of politics and the Ministry of Truth.

Stuff White People Like, a new blog that has become instantly popular in that weird word-of-word blog way, has landed a pretty lucrative book deal! The blog’s author, Christian Lander, is sitting pretty. And I bet he’s mondo excited, too! Who would have thought that in less than 4 months time, his blog (or any blog for that matter) would have made such a mark.

My bet are on these folks will be next:
Siggy – all things cerebral;
Anchoress – all things divine;
Breath of the Beast – all things needed for a global WARNING
and last, but definitely not least, Fausta – all things Latin and shoes, too!

Earlier in the year, I had noticed that Daniel at DearElena was publishing a book as well. His blog is a touching journal of his (and his family’s) journey through grief. His Elena died just before her 7th birthday. As we read through the days then weeks then months following, we held them all in our cyber-arms and whispered up real prayers.

I’ll be looking forward to reading them both!

Indiscriminate Acceptance

In this world of YouTube beheadings and convoluted tax code and feuding politicians and cars that “choose not to” crank, there are those blogs that can take any daily issue and turn it into something that will make your spray your coffee on your monitor while you snort in hysterical gales of laughter and madly dash to the LGR because you haven’t kept up with your Kegels. “I have to sit down” is one of them. Written by Simcha, a hilarious stay-at-home mom held captive by a herd of children somewhere between the un-weaned and not-quite-driving, plus home-schooling. Give that woman a MEDAL. And the Key to the City. And a Margarita.

Ahem. Anyway, her post yesterday on Coexist with this hit the Multicultural Nail right on its hajibed head. I’ve seen these bumper stickers around for quite a while, mostly on the campus of the left-leaning university where I work or on BMWs in the parking lot of Home Depot (yeah, right….I bet you’d really coexist with the “disturbed youth” who just delivered a pipe bomb in your pizza and blew the new ostentatious double-lighted, leaded glass, non-rain-forest-harvested mahogany front door right off of that house you can’t afford). Ahem. Sorry….I must not have had enough coffee today. Or maybe not enough.

It’s terribly fashionable to take important, very specific ideas and paste them into a collage demonstrating Everythingness. They’re trying to say, “Can’t we all just get along?” without sounding like a punchline.

Well, this is worse than using a picture of child’s face as a mouse pad, which is unseemly. This is worse than using the American flag as boxer shorts or dish towels, which is disrespectful. By using meaningful symbols as mere letters in a word, this bumper sticker subsumes the significant and specific into a suffocating mass of indiscriminate acceptance.

[…] I don’t think it’s blasphemous; I just think it’s dangerously careless. Are you sure you want to just swallow down that soup without checking out the ingredients first? A few of those symbols look awfully prickly.

As they say, read the whole thing. But put your morning liquid of choice down first.

This multicultural, kum-ba-yah crap has got to stop. It is not just destroying America; it is eroding the freedoms in numerous countries across the world. Between churches that deny Christ to Islamic Awareness Month (like we aren’t painfully aware of it all the time, anyway) to the race for “raw materials” to hajibs at Harvard.

Bush-Hate has its very own category in the Multicultural Pantheon. Forget respecting the Commander-in-Chief (of this country, or any country for that matter) – let’s get him just because we hate him!!!! Even former officials fall victim to this dibilitating disease. As she attacks the country she formerly served as Secretary of State, I can’t help but wonder what Maddy Albright would like in a burqua. Where would she put her brooch? Why can’t the Dhimmicrats see that by politicizing the survival of this country, they are playing into the jihadist’s hands?

Yes, indeed, it is all very prickly.

UPDATE: Found this over at Sippican Cottage on the perceived “coolness” of having nothing in your head that could be considered an original thought.

I see a lot of very insulting and condescending epithets hurled at those who exhibit simple religious piety. It is generally rained down upon the meek believers by persons who cannot bring themselves to forgo anything that might bring them a moment’s pleasure or amusement out of hand. Abstract right and wrong as a method to govern your life is assumed to be dead. Even worse than dead; it’s not cool.

[…] The world is full of compelling and competing superstitions. I guess it’s just up to us to choose a pleasant one. Or not.

Gerard liked it so much, he immediately cranked out a book about it. Heh.

Defend Our Freedom

What say you, Hillary, Obama and McCain? Will YOU defend our freedom?

(h/t Michelle Malkin) Watch Geert Wilder’s Fitna, while you can. (Sorry, can’t get the embed to work here)

I will not submit!

I will not submit. Will you?

UPDATE: LiveLeak caves and pulls the video. Atlas Shrugs and Jawa have versions. Gates of Vienna has a list of sites showing the video.

UPDATE II: Mark Steyn says that if our media had been doing their job and not cowering behind the sheers of PCness …

…a film such as Fitna might not even be necessary were the western news organizations not so absurdly deferential toward Muslim sensibilities that they go out of their way to avoid showing us anything that might cause us to link violence with Islam. Even that footage of those depraved West Bankers jumping up and down in the street and passing out candy to celebrate 9/11 appears to have been walled up in the most impenetrable vault of the archives these last six years. Both CNN and the BBC could only bring themselves to show the Danish cartoons by pixelating Mohammed’s face – the first time this technique has ever been applied to a drawing, as if the Prophet had entered the witness protection program. At one level, they make Wilders’ point for him, but, at another, they make it less likely anyone else will step forward to try to make the point next time.

UPDATE III: And now, Fitna is back up at LiveLeak!

Walk the Walk

You know he can’t do it. He’s a smooth talker, but the words are empty. He speaks to an elite few, hoping their influence and subsequent worship fixation will push his numbers over the top. When the anointing finally arrives, he will bow his head, that pious little head full of WrightHate and accept it ooooh so humbly. Then his drones will go forth over the land, like body-snatchers, proclaiming his (second) coming that gives every single American hope and change. Share…that’s right, brothers and sisters, share your personal conversion testimony. It’s soooo easy, man. Kum Ba Yah… and all that.

Yes, it is that scary.

Lost in Space

The Obama Speech and Subsequent Harmonic Convergance is still spinning away, out there in vapid space. Sometimes I am just amazed. On Sunday’s Face the Nation, Politico’s Roger Simon said,

Obama really won over his base, he won over the American media. They loved that speech.

His Base. THE Media. This is getting uglier by the minute. He seems so enamored of himself – to the point of forgetting that the office is not about the man (or woman), it is about the NATION. George Washington once called it “The Arduous Trust.” The framers and founders of America used the tenderest words and phrases in describing the young nation – similar to those you’d use with a new wife or a newborn infant.

And Obama wants to change it all. Even while his true stripes are being uncovered, one at a time, he continues to play the politically expedient Pied Piper.

Lionel Chetwynd sums it the speech hype quite nicely:

… the teaching opportunity I hoped you would evoke: not explaining Wright’s outrage to me, but explaining his outrageousness to him. That’s how we’ll reach the postracial era: by no longer justifying ourselves with what was, instead speaking to what now exists. Not deny the past, but recognize that’s what it is: past.

You say you are devoted to Reverend Wright because he brought you to Christ. I can only imagine how powerful a relationship that forges. But, my imperfect understanding of the Christian Faith tells me you can do him an equally magnificent service: You can help bring him back to Christ. Show him redemption and salvation lie not in the satisfaction of doing little dances in a pulpit while you slander good and decent people. Teach him that great leadership and Christian love abjures the very filth – and I pick that word deliberately – that he spews on an apparently regular basis. After all, Senator, you know our government did not invent the HIV virus to kill African-Americans. You know, Senator, this is not the United States of KKK America. You know the truth of 9/11. At least you should. Both you and Michelle have benefited mightily from the new spirit that has come to America in the last two generations. I thought you were part of that. I thought you were post-racial.

But in your silence, in your justifications, in your facile instruction to contextualize, you seem just a more presentable version of those dreary self-promoters, Sharpton, Jackson, Bakewell and the rest. Surely this is not you. Please, Senator, be brave. Lead. From a position of honesty where context is our daily reality, not drawn from bitter memories, no matter how justified they once might have been. Deny Jeremiah Wright your comfort of “context”. Be Presidential. To all Americans.

Obama, I’d bet the farm you won’t do it. Your allegiance to your race trumps your allegiance to your country. And THAT is why, if you are elected POTUS, you will fail. And the dream of freedom will fail with you.

A Tuesday without Twisters

Seeing as I’m on the mend, here’s quick round-up of items that caught my (bobbing) eye.

PajamasMedia has a neat, new look.

The Clinton Lie Machine is at it again. But this time it takes the form of a horrid old memory of a horrid old coat. Honestly, that looks like something one of the old haggy aunts would have worn in James and the Giant Peach. Where are the fashion police when you need them? UPDATE: Michelle’s take is Hillary is suffering from “Truth Deprivation.” End UPDATE

GeorgiaSportsBlog is bemoaning Cinderella. Personally, I’m over it.

Atlanta continues to patch and paint and plant.

New Yorkers wonder – how exactly is this guy better than the first previous guy?

Here’s the money shot: Equal Rights.

Honestly, folks, I don’t make this stuff up.

Chicago! Chicago!

Down for the count today, with a sinus headache that makes me feel with one of the ‘toons from Roger Rabbit. Every head movement makes that “A-OOOOO-GAH” sound-effect in my head and I feel like I need to look for my eyeballs on the floor. Ahhhh, spring in the South.

Thank the heavens above I don’t live in Chicago. I would surly be incarcerated by now.

Exhibit A. Easter churchgoers attacked and squirted with fake blood, during mass.

Exhibit B. “Wright was lynched.”

Evidently, they did not read The Anchoress’ homily for this Easter at PJM.

And that is what Easter is — the long-term view — the answer to day-to-day bleakness. A review begins on the night before Easter, as Orthodox and Eucharistic churches chant out — through the eyes of faith — the whole history of the world; from creation to awareness, to covenant, to exile, to suppression, to oppression, to unthinkable incarnation and finally resurrection, salvation and sustenance, all woven together into a marvelous whole, and bound with the message, “I am with you always.”

On Easter Sunday, upon the resurrection of Jesus, the Christ, death was cast aside as a mere moment in the “marvelous whole” of eternity, and there we learned that days of bleakness and shadow are overcome. A light may pierce darkness, but darkness may never pierce light, and so light is ever dominant, ever powerful. Christians believe Christ is that light, and that his love, his lessons, his sacrifice and his resurrection illuminate even our darkest corners with hope, and thus fullness of redemption, even from ourselves.

More later, my eyes hurt.

He is Risen!

The Spectacle of Obama

Whenever I hear the term “spectacle”, I’m reminded of those old Roman Empire movies. You know, the kind you got to watch in the afternoons when you were home sick from school. Quo Vadis, Ben Hur, The Robe, Sparticus ….you get it. Nero trapping a single tear in a vial to show his remorse over a death, centurions with Cleveland accents (kinda brings back the ‘Kevin Costner was such a wimp’ angle because he couldn’t manage an English accent for Robin Hood, but my six year old could, weird, huh?), Christians thrown to lions, chariots with bad knives for hubcaps and the like.

Since Obama started this, this – whatever it is – spectacle on race relations in America, the question in my mind is – can he really finish it? Can anyone really take him seriously, when the very next day he utters a comment about a “Typical White Person?” Dear Heavens Above. If any white candidate said something like that, they would be drawn and quartered.

The more I thought about the speech, the more I thought about his dodgy semantics. Like a teenager with something to hide, you have to ask laser-guided questions to get the information you need.

For example, [Paraphrase] “I never heard those words while seated in the pews.” Okkkkkk then, where were you sitting when you heard those words? Or maybe you were standing, or riding in a car. Or maybe you were in the pastor’s office. Or in the fellowship hall. Were you in Sunday School? Or a men’s conference? Marriage counseling? The boy’s restroom on the third floor with the nasty limericks? You heard the words, I know you did, because you’ve parroted them back in some form or other over the years. Ok, I’ve had it. Here’s the cup. Pee in it, then we’ll talk after I get the real answer.

Talk about spectacle. For once, Hillary is sitting back, turning down the Shrill-Meter and watching this unfold. According to news sources (sorry – heard on the commute home, so no sites to cite, as of yet), Hillary’s numbers are inching up. If this scenario continues, and the convention finally rolls around – what kind mess will the poor Democrats face? I have this recurring nightmare of the Goracle-Liberace-AlienQueen popping out of some Busby Burkleyesque cake at the Convention….complete with long-legged Vegas show girls with naturally-reclaimed feather headdresses. All worship the Goracle! He will heal the Party, he will heal the Nation, he will heal the World, he will heal the Universe and in the course of his massive mamba-jamba tiny-carbon-footprint-of-the private-jet-set heal-fest, he will make Obama VP and Hillary Secretary of State. The liberals and Democrats will rejoice and kill the fatted calf. America will be screwed.

And the rest of us can run for the hills.

Cinderella Story at THE Dance

Less than one hour to tip off. The Cinderella Dawgs are in DC, at the dance. They play Xavier, from the Atlantic 10; ranked 12th. Whether they win or lose, I’m danged proud of them.

According to GeorgiaSportsBlog, the “Leaky Nip” will be getting a new name soon. And hopefully some decent roof work.

I’m mad that these shirts are already sold out…. The graphic (via Football Fanatics) will just have to do.

Cinderella Dawgs

The real power behind the throne gets a new dress to wear to the dance. (Hey Fausta, it’s RED).

As dear Dr. Fronkensteen (not Frankenstein) once chanted “DESTINY! DESTINY! NO ESCAPING THAT FOR ME! DESTINY! DESTINY! NO ESCAPING THAT FOR ME!”




Go Dawgs!

UPDATE: DawgSports post on “Schadenfreude is just so much more fun when it is geographically appropriate” is priceless.

UPDATE 2: Sigh. We’ll always have that night in the Thriller Dome. And their nets. Go Dawgs!

How to Win Friends and Influence People

America is all abuzz over Obama’s speech on race. Why? Like an episode out of the Twilight Zone, everyone heard exactly what they wanted to hear.

Personally, I think he had a grand opportunity for a “presidential” moment; a time to really upstage his opponents. And he blew it, bigtime.

Gerard brings up a very good point, pre-speech, about racism from pulpits. Where exactly do you hear it? I’ve never heard it from a pulpit – but that’s me and my white-bread southern experience. In his searching about for a church to call home

From my direct observation, these Christian Fundamentalist churches have all — every single one — had congregations composed of all the races. From my auditing of the sermons I have never, not once, heard a message of race hate preached. Neither have I heard race hate promoted in the social meetings after. Not one single time, not even in the whitest of congregations. I have never, not for one instant, felt anything coming from these meetings that is anything other than embracing tolerance and Christian love for mankind. I have never, not for one instant, detected a whiff of bigotry or of anti-Semitism in these gatherings. Being a reformed radical from Berkeley in the 1960s I have keen radar for this sort of thing. Like many of my unreformed cohort I can detect it even when it doesn’t exist.

As they say, read the whole thing. He shares my amazement over Obama’s lack of intestinal fortitude concerning the controversy of Reverend Wright. How can he say he wasn’t aware of some of the things Rev. Wright has preached, when anecdotes of those same phrases and ideas can be found in his books? He may have been playing Hang-Man in the pews, but his wife was sure listenin’. And takin’ notes, too. How can he disown his own grandmother, who took him into her home and RAISED him through his school years? Because she was white? And now white doesn’t count in his campaign logic? Didn’t his grandmother’s unconditional love count for anything in his book? He should have used the example of her life as proof positive that the racial divide he so “perceives” in this “divided” America can be healed. Perhaps, if he hadn’t have been under the spell of this man who spews racist hate under the guise of the Gospel, he might have remembered that he himself had been loved and cherished regardless of his skin color. From Neo:

And I can only hope that Obama’s grandmother, who is still alive, was told about this speech in advance and agreed that it was alright with her. If she did, it’s just more proof of her love for her grandson. If she did not, he’s guilty of one of the most coldblooded political exploitations of a loved one that I’ve ever witnessed.

The Anchoress sees it as crafty, yet disappointing. Even Across The Pond, Melanie Phillips picked up on how Obama threw grandma under the bus.

Allahpundit says that Obama moved the goalposts. Racism is cool, as long as you are the one perpetrating it. Victimhood as a campaign plank is workin’, dude!

If any other politician tried a move this transparently cynical, to nudge the conversation away from his own craven tolerance of racial hatred to some sort of redemption narrative by which to hold that against him is to be, in effect, objectively anti-progress, the media would vivisect him.

Obama uses his magical media pass yet again. The MSM is quivering with excitement. You can always count on Siggy to shrink the head to a laser-beam of truth.

Obama’s speech was remarkable for what he did not say.

He did not make the distinction or explain why Jeremiah Wright’s words were controversial and not bigoted. Why is Black Liberation theology- a belief system that embraces the idea that black people must put themselves in a position to dominate whites- not a racist belief system?

Exactly…replace “black” with “white” in those sentences above (and all the sentences flying through the air this week and EVERY sentence on Revenend Wright’s Highlight Tapes) and what do you have? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Funny how the definition of “racist” is so slippery, isn’t it? But hate is still hate.

“Red and Yellow, Black and Blue,
Jesus Loves Me More Than You.”

Some people believe that a person’s private life is exactly that – their private life. But once a person decides on their own free will to enter the public eye (i.e. run for elected office), they had better have the stones to be able to tolerate a severe examination of their life and family and friends and finances and beliefs and non-beliefs and high-school term papers and crazy relatives and how many pairs of shoes they own, right down to who cuts their hair. Yes, it can be absurd and ridiculous and demeaning and infuriating. But is necessary; painfully necessary. How else can we, the insignificant voters, decide if a candidate is truly capable of the job? Michelle says in her column today:

Well, you can’t pick your grandma, but you can pick your pastor. And Obama picked the wrong one if he aspires to be the president of all America—an America that includes citizens of all colors who cringe at self-serving racial rationalizations masquerading as moral salvation. [Emphasis – Admin]

For a while, I thought he could beat Hillary. The next few weeks will be interesting, indeed. What I have suspected for a while, but was loathe to actually say because I didn’t want to face the flame-spam-wrath of the Obamatrons, has become apparent that he’s just another politician (albeit better looking than most) with a thin resume with a good speech-writer who helps to sell the snake-oil.

As Gerard says (above), “I’ve been told, over and over, for decades that America is a racist nation. This week I came to believe it. I just never expected to find it in the place where I did.”

Champs o’the SEC and Tornado Hangovers

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Or Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh for those in the know!

What better way to celebrate a championship won under the utmost of adverse conditions than to cut down the NET? And watch monkeys fly? Fly, fly, my darlings!

Ahem. I digress.

Fausta’s Carnival of Latin America is every Monday. And there’s no mention of tornadoes south of the border. Don’t confuse FARC with FART.

Which reminds me of a funny joke…

A man and a woman, who have never met before, but are both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a transcontinental train.

Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly… he in the upper bunk and she in the lower.

At 1:00 am, the man leaned over and gently woke the woman saying, “Ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I’m awfully cold.”

“I have a better idea,” she replied. “Just for tonight, let’s pretend that we’re married.”

“Wow! that’s a great idea!” he exclaimed.

“Good,” she replied. “Get your own f*&%@* blanket!”

After a moment of silence, he farted.

Ahem. There I go again.

Tired. Giddy. Silly. Driving in (in the HORRIBLE traffic caused by street reroutings), I saw a good bit of the destruction in the bright light of morning. There are plenty of pictures on ajc.com. You can see the funnel in the first picture in this series at The Weather Channel (and picture 23, I think). As one friend pointedly noted, Thank God for Overtime. If the Friday night game hadn’t have been in overtime, 20,000 people would have been streaming out of the Georgia Dome just as the tornado hit. Who knows the death and injuries that would have resulted. God is good, indeed.

It will be weeks, maybe months, before all the repairs are made. I’ll just be happy if there isn’t a tornado warning this Friday; because if there is, that would be 3 in a row. That’s tooooo many. We all need some rest.

Some Days You Feel Like Dorothy

Now Massive Storm #4 has rumbled overhead. Our humble little Praxeum is safe once again. Still haven’t gone outside to check the roof, etc. But from the inside, all the windows are intact and there are not leaks that I can see or hear. Some ceiling plaster is on the living room rug, so the roof was rattled a bit. During storm #3, about 2 hours ago, the hail was the size of baseballs. I took pictures and as soon as I can, I will post here. Hubby & the Wee Highlander were off at the men’s store buying a new sports coat and oblivious to my plight. It is just me and the little dog, too. We went to the garage and hid in the car because the sound was deafening. Like hundreds of dumptrucks unloading baseballs on the roof.

The sirens have gone off at least 4 times in the last 24 hours. The storm that went over last night was the same storm that damaged the Georgia Dome, CNN, the Omni Hotel and scores of other buildings in downtown Atlanta. The pictures are astounding. According to one TV station, 2 people died last night. 2 more have died today. The preliminary estimate of damage is now $200 million. We remain on another tornado watch until 7pm tonight. Oh Joy. Rapture.

The SEC Tournament, which was being held at the Georgia Dome, was delayed while the twister blew out part of the roof. The Alabama/Mississippi State game (which was in OT) was suspended for about an hour. They finally finished up. UGA was to play Kentucky next, but that game was rescheduled for today (they won!). The Tourney was moved to Georgia Tech’s Alexander Memorial Coliseum (locally known as the Leaky Nipple) for the remainder of the games.


You figure it out.

Pi Day, v.2.0

Hmmm. Today is anniversary #2 for this little blog. Pi Day – how appropriate. No parades or anything planned…still jet-laggin’ from my trip.

Pi Pie

During this last year I’ve gotten to be better friends with what Fausta calls “FIHMY” (Friends I Haven’t Met Yet). I am still SO bummed I can’t make her party. Please, someone, go in my place and lift a toast to her! Many thanks to her, Siggy and especially The Anchoress for all their warm regards, prayers and linky-love over the last year.

Here’s the anniversary post from last year and the post that started it all.

And lift your fork for a piece of pie – and – another good year for yours truly.

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