I’m Really Tired of This Mosque Thing…But…

this bears repeating. The blogosphere’s favorite atheist has an interesting post up at Slate. It all boils down to this:

Let us by all means make the “Ground Zero” debate a test of tolerance. But this will be a one-way street unless it is to be a test of Muslim tolerance as well.

Already know the answer to that one, now, don’t we?

(h/t The Anchoress)

Presidential Ice Cream Order – No Green Sprinkles Please

Sorry so quiet – fighting the usual brutal-humidity-and-heat-inflames-chronically-rotten-sinuses-syndrome. At least I don’t have the feverish misery like poor Elizabeth. I just feel like one eye is going to pop out and ants are holding a disco party in my ears.

You don’t have to look very far back in American history to find a President as weak as the current occupant of the Oval Office. His ineptitude continues to boggle the mind. Note Jimmie’s spot-on tweet regarding the Presidential non-Rose Garden love-fest today:

Reading the transcript of today’s press conference, I can not understate how pusillanimous the President was on Iran.

If you can’t stand up for the most basic of human rights, how can anyone expect you to step and speak out against genocide on a national scale by scheming, corrupt, murdering mullahs? Fausta has an excellent three-parter (here, here, here) on how the French President has one pair more than Obama when it comes to stopping sharia creep in its tracks. I bet Sarko doesn’t take sprinkles on his low-fat, low-cal frozen yogurt. He’ll eat the real stuff – fat grams be damned! Because he’s a real man, a real president and as such, sees the REAL DANGER ahead. Double-thumbs up to my girl for connecting the Dots! (Yikes, yet another ice cream pun.)

His Yogurtness is so double-dipped in Chicago thugery, he just doesn’t understand he is now on an international stage and dealing with some pretty evil people. People who would have his boys back home for lunch. Literally. With no dessert. He may think he wants to negotiate with these goons and parcel out pieces of America, but they will trample over him like they do their own people. Andrew McCarthy observes

The fact is that, as a man of the hard Left, Obama is more comfortable with a totalitarian Islamic regime than he would be with a free Iranian society. In this he is no different from his allies like the Congressional Black Caucus and Bill Ayers, who have shown themselves perfectly comfortable with Castro and Chàvez. Indeed, he is the product of a hard-Left tradition that apologized for Stalin and was more comfortable with the Soviets than the anti-Communists (and that, in Soros parlance, saw George Bush as a bigger terrorist than bin Laden).

Because of obvious divergences (inequality for women and non-Muslims, hatred of homosexuals) radical Islam and radical Leftism are commonly mistaken to be incompatible. In fact, they have much more in common than not, especially when it comes to suppression of freedom, intrusiveness in all aspects of life, notions of “social justice,” and their economic programs.

While the fawning media spins and spins the Iranian Protestor Murders into something so fine and frothy he could use it in his next Dipper Dan presser, Stacy is up in DC, asking the right questions about yet ANOTHER Inspector General “retiring.” We a big room with a big white board to map all this out. And Timothy Geithner (Obama’s Treasury appointee with all the tax problems) is smack-dab in the middle of it. Be sure to click over and see the extra special image of Geithner in Volunteer Orange. Rick sees a pattern developing, and honey, it ain’t Fudge Ripple.


Remember how the Iranian protesters adopted a beautiful dark green as their symbol of freedom? During last week’s World Cup qualifier against South Korea, Iranian soccer players wore green armbands. In actions reminiscent of Uday Hussein, now these players have been permanently “retired” from professional play. Hopefully they won’t be tortured (or worse). Prisoners in their own country, they are trapped within closed borders under a murderous regime, along with millions of their countrymen.

Did Obama ask the ice cream scooper to take out all the green sprinkles? Did he order a waffle cone? Will we ever know, what with all the transparency of this administration?

All puns aside, my heart is breaking for Iran and those fighting for liberty. Keep them in your prayers.

Welcome Troglopundit and Daley Gator readers! Pull a chair up to the tailgate and take a look around!

It’s Friday, So What Tha….?

Random links, just because…

“These are not the droids you seek.” Jimmie relates the current administration to the cantina at Mos Eisley, with a chaser of Dune. SciFiDoubleWhammyBooYeah!

Gerard throws in the classic Jabba reference. Scary thing is, well, Wolcott is just scary anyway.

DHS’ hyperdrive is a major FAIL. They must have their stormtroopers helmets on backwards, because they can’t tell who the real enemies are. Me? You? A terrorist threat? Give me a break!

Ok. Enough! Enough! Time for something a little more modern – I really, reeeeeeeealllllllllly wish Jack would torture her. Please. (Via Hot Air – Pleeeeezzzzeee?!?!?)

Tweet of the day (really yesterday) “Fearless prediction: People snarking about “teabagging” will never get babysitting jobs again.” – Pejman

And finally, in totally unrelated news, George Will has been raiding Pat Dye’s closet again. Sissy pants.

My Fifteen Minutes of College Fame

Paul Westerdawg at the GeorgiaSportsBlog has been counting down the days ’til kickoff. Once again the lives of the Bulldawg Nation will be complete, if just until New Year’s.

This morning, back at work and coming up for air after a long retreat combined with an out of town tournament, I’m catching up and what to my wondering eyes should appear but my own Fifteen Minutes of College Fame! The UGA Redcoat band show with the Godfather of Soul, James Brown. I AM ON THAT FIELD. What an awesome day.

Go Dawgs!

Yeah, But Were They Man Enough?

According to The Sporting News, Pat Dye has found his pants. “Stylish” pants, in fact. Big blue and green Madras plaid check pants. That he doesn’t remember losing.

Ahhh Pat. Burned in the searing flames of Bulldawg infamy for saying “Georgia’s not man enough to beat Alabama,” the DawgNation is guffawing in glee, not only that you’d actually wear pants whose pattern might provoke a seizure, but that you lost them in a lake. And you don’t remember.

My guess is that since they were found on the shoreline, washed up after 23 years, the only thought that helped them survive all those years underwater was crawling out of that lake and hitching a ride to Athens, as far away from Auburn as possible. Where EVERYBODY’S pants are Man Enough.

(h/t GeorgiaSportsBlog

Let the Hilarity Begin

“What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!” (Wm. Shakespeare, Richard III)

The State of Georgia, widely known for its deep thinkers and clear heads, has thrown down the gauntlet over our northern border with the Dread Pirate Volunteer. (h/t Peach Pundit)

Truly snort-worthy. Picking at the scab of an almost 200 year old border dispute is a grand way to get Atlanta more water without having to pony up for the costly infrastructure that should have been in place decades ago. The city of Chattanooga, of which I have a great and abiding fondness for, is sending down a peace offering. Or is it a Trojan Horse? What lurks beneath? The border patrol should carefully check out that truck, its “shipment” and the accompanying scribbled ramblings of the City Father.


WHEREAS, it has come to pass that the heavens are shut up and a drought of Biblical proportions has been visited upon the Southern United States, and

WHEREAS, the parched and dry conditions have weighed heavily upon the State of Georgia and sorely afflicted those who inhabit the Great City of Atlanta, and

WHEREAS, the leaders of Georgia have assembled like the Children of Israel in the desert, grumbled among themselves and have begun to cast longing eyes toward the north, coveting their neighbor’s assets, and

WHEREAS, the lack of water has led some misguided souls to seek more potent refreshment or for other reasons has resulted in irrational and outrageous actions seeking to move a long established and peaceful boundary, and

WHEREAS, it is deemed better to light a candle than curse the darkness, and better to offer a cool, wet kiss of friendship rather than face a hot and angry legislator gone mad from thirst, and

WHEREAS, it is feared that if today they come for our river, tomorrow they might come for our Jack Daniels or George Dickel,

NOW THEREFORE, In the interest of brotherly love, peace, friendship, mutual prosperity, citywide self promotion, political grandstanding and all that

I, Ron Littlefield, Mayor of the City of Chattanooga, Tennessee,

Do hereby Proclaim that Wednesday, February 27, 2008 shall be known as

“Give Our Georgia Friends a Drink Day”

Heh. My only concern is if I drink that water from Tennessee, I won’t catch something like this,will I?

Where’s my tentmaker?


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