Thursday, April 30, 2009

A pearl beyond price

That is, an actual, bona-fide, THINKING Saudi Arabian.

Imagine: Actually giving credit to Western Civilization for most (if not all) of the comforts we enjoy today. To the expense of narrow-minded Islamist thought.

IN SAUDI ARABIA. The cradle of narrow-minded Islamist thought.

Please, God: Don't let him be killed. Let his ideas be fruitful, and multiply.

(via Covenant Zone)

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

GOP's precipitous decline ...

... is due to losing sight of humanity.

Not to say this is an exclusive Democratic enclave; only that modern times are leaving old demagoguery behind.

Truth is, life is accelerating faster than we can keep up with. Today, "values" are "old hat."

Well, sez me ... "values" are the same as they ever were. They're as good a currency as I'll need, in days to come.

'Stop Globl Waming'

"Gee Al, you cheating bastard, I believe you have uber-lied and continue to lie right now, so that your personal wealth could go from 2 million dollars of flab in 2000 to 100 million mega fattening dollars today. And plenty more to come, eh? Yummy. Hey Fat Albert! Gobble gobble up that thick rich gravy from the Super-Sized Global Warming Gravy Train! Free money. Yay!"

That's the Colonel, on Fat Albert.

Seems like he -- albeit in glorious hyperbolic excess -- sez it all.

Once and for all:




Going back to the title of this post, check THIS abomination coming from Australian schools regarding the foothold "global warming" has established.

"Globl waming" indeed.

Baa, baa, baa, little sheep.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Oh, Baby!

Okay, so I'm obsessed with the growth and development of Baby Hidey (the eaglet being raised on the campus of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service branch in West Virginia) --

But, jeeze. Just look at her.

If you read the fun facts below the video screen, you'll find that at about 11 weeks old -- roughly what Baby is now -- they start flapping their wings preparatory to learning to fly. Mom and Dad will teach her, very soon now.

*Jealous,* me :)

This is just, frikken, RICH

You know that bonehead stunt the White House pulled with Air Force One buzzing Manhattan and terrifying thousands of people?

Guess why they did it?

"Sources said the chief reason for the panic-inducing flight was to create souvenir pictures of Air Force One flying over the Statue of Liberty to be given out - like a presidential tie clip - to family, friends or supporters."

But wait! There's more --

"Air Force One has done flyovers of historic sites and monuments like Mount Rushmore and the Golden Gate Bridge for PR glam shots - at taxpayer expense."


KT in comments notes that Obama was "outraged" by the action undertaken. Well, all I can observe is this:

IF the action was undertaken with Obama's blessing, that is BAD.

IF the action was undertaken WITHOUT Obama's blessing, that is WORSE.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Apologies for light blogging lately ...

Working on proofreading a doctoral dissertation. I'll come up for air eventually.

In the meantime, enjoy EagleCam (link at right) for the latest in our national symbols bringing up baby. He or she is getting pretty big these days!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Sunday, April 19, 2009

The sun shines on command

Take a look at this item. What do you think it is? Trust me -- if you're not familiar with orgonite, you'll never guess.

What this is, is a field generator. That is, a unit designed to transmit energy. What it also can do is change the weather.

Take note: Official weather reports for our part of PA for today, April 19, 2009, called for rainy, cold, nasty weather. The actual weather: Mild, sunny and beautiful.

Karmasurfer made the above unit the other day, and then hooked it up to a cloudbusting cannon he made just recently. The result?

BEAUTIFUL weather on April 19, 2009 (today). Coincidence? I think not.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Tea Party in Wilkes-Barre, PA

So here I am at Public Square in downtown Wilkes-Barre with my homemade sign. All credit to Karmasurfer for the idea. (He snapped this pic, and the others on this post.)

It was a nice crowd. There was a mix of traditionalists, who are simply angry about taxation, on up to real radicals like me, who want an end to federal government as we know it. (Get rid of the IRS, ditto Federal Reserve, maintain a skeleton federal structure and turn everything back to the states.)

What some signs said:

- "Repeal the pork or your bacon is cooked"

- "Term limits NOW"

- "Our Congress is a toxic asset"


- "Where is John Galt?" (for those who don't know, read "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand; spells out how self-destructive socialist parasites destroy civilization.)

An amusing footnote to the last sign: Karmasurfer went up to the lady holding the sign and informed her that HE is John Galt, and that her quest ended here! She laughed, and said her husband back home in Virginia is a big Ayn Rand fan, and would be greatly interested to know she had met his hero :)

Public Square turned out to be an interesting venue for the protest; it's surrounded by banks. Seems we free-floating viruses may just have stuck a pin into enemy tissue. The weather was partly sunny and mild, just right. Perhaps Greedy Bank Monster Host was lulled into a false sense of security before WE came on the scene and zapped it with stealth antigen zest.

There were a few speakers, whom most people couldn't hear, on account of the one bullhorn someone brought put out anemic sound, at best. They weren't celebrities; one was an Army chaplain, another a veteran of Iraq, and yet another a lady who has pursued, and held, various local offices. All were heartfelt, all passionate. Choruses of "America The Beautiful" and "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" were sung, though there was a sense that no one really knew why. (And I found that something to ponder.)

Once the speakers were done, people seemed loath to leave right away. Knots formed here and there of people sharing opinions. Karmasurfer and I found ourselves chatting with Audrey, who is involved with the local tax-assessment outrage (a LOT of seniors in Luzerne County are about to lose their homes because property taxes have just been tripled), and Eric, a native of New York who is simply observing the train wreck that government is rapidly becoming. We all exchanged addresses.

Vernon joined us after a bit. He's black, and he most definitely does NOT approve of the first black president. Obama, he says, is pulling the rug out from under his very life. Turns out Vernon was caught in the crossfire of some drive-by shooting, and disabled. He works, as and when he can, because he has a strong ethic that way, but body pain prohibits him from being able to do most things. The little he receives under Social Security is under threat, he says.

Mike joined us briefly, wearing a tricorn hat, a la the first Tea Partiers. Mike is a traditionalist, but he was willing to listen to our belief that radical measures are necessary in order to return this country to the way our founding fathers envisioned it.

I left with two feelings: One, a profound sense of satisfaction that I actually put my money where my mouth is, belief-wise. Talk truly is cheap, and, unless one physically and visually shows others one is willing to do whatever it takes to protect a principle, one is a wuss. Worthy of sinking to the bottom of the moral cesspool, there to decompose unlamented.

The other was an unsettled wondering where this whole anger will go. To begin with, it's not clean, coming as it does from many discontents. And it's still undefined, really. It's taxes, and Big Brother, and chicanery; but how to galvanize it, and how to go forward?

It could be argued (and I have) that all will be moot, very soon -- 2012 being indicated by the Mayan Calendar, but dates are fluid things. Regardless, life as we know it is changing, and rapidly.

Our connection

If we think, so.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

'Warp your room, not your mind'

Check out this cool illusion.

(H/T to Angelzwyld for turning me on to a cool new blog)

One lump, or two?

Sorry for the delay in posting about the Tea Party Karmasurfer and I attended in Wilkes-Barre -- Karmasurfer Photo-shopped some pix, and e-mailed them to me, but Yahoo isn't letting me in tonight, for whatever reason, and I don't want to post at length without pix.

I'll post ASAP. Suffice it to say, it was GREAT to be among like-minded ~revolutionaries.~ Though only about 100-200 people showed up, all of us were on Cloud 9 knowing we were at least standing up, even if we knew it may ultimately be futile.

Stay tuned.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

The Ettes


Sorry for inaccuracies ...

... especially in my own family.

Turns out that my step-great-grandpa is NOT Robert Peary but Oliver Hazard PERRY. (You know: We have met the enemy, and they are ours.)

Ugh. Imagine going through life believing one family story, only to discover it was the wrong one. Well, okay. So it was wrong.

"Family," as such, isn't the same, anymore. We are disassociated from one another; links get severed.

I am embarrassed that I didn't know my own ancestry. But not so embarrassed to find that the one ancestor wasn't so much different from the discovered one.

Oliver H. Perry was credited (wrongly) with "damn the torpedoes" -- along with other quotes.

Well ...


I'm quite proud to claim ancestry EITHER from Peary, or from Perry (my true ancestor).

But, learning the truth about Peary vs. Perry, I must say this:

Perry was a Naval officer, thus confronted with life-affecting conflicts. (Versus Peary, who was a Naval officer, confronted with life-forwarding conflicts, quite worthwhile, it is true.) (LOL)

I like that I share descendancy with Oliver H. Perry, whether he "damned the torpedoes" or not.

Truth is, he stuck to his guns.

And that's good enough for me.

I am sorry I mistook my own family history. I think this is going to be par for the course for us all, until time ends (very soon). Still, I apologize.

Gotcher right-wing extremists right here

According to the Department of Homeland Security, anyone who believes in the Constitution is a right-wing extremist.

Count ME in.

It's not too late

Go to a Tea Party tomorrow.

I'm getting my sign ready tonight (will post pix of it, as well as tomorrow's protest in Wilkes-Barre, PA, which Karmasurfer and I will be attending).

Man, it's looking like this thing is gonna be HUGE.

'Pauline Potts'

Meet Susan Boyle, who's never been kissed.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Is nothing sacred?

Turns out, my step-great-great-grandpa, Robert Peary, may NOT have been the first to discover the North Pole.


I like to think he did, though. Mostly because his granddaughter, my step-grammy, was a wonderful human being in and of herself, in her own right.

This was a lady educated at the New England Conservatory of Music, who, in the Great Depression, had to help the family income by giving piano lessons at 50 cents an hour, but who fed and sheltered any number of roaming "tramps." Who worked herself to the bone, with never a complaint. Who never spoke an ill word of anyone. Who, in time, listened to the earth-stopping woes of a certain 12-year-old (me) with sweet gravity and understanding, and died very much too soon. Beautiful of face, beautiful of heart. Plus, the mother of my own special step-mom.

Maybe it was Grammy who really discovered the North Pole.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

'The Whitest Guy Around'

"He's Ned Flanders minus the funk."

(image and link via Tim Blair)


Let's see how the Lamestream Media dodges and twists out of covering THIS. Thus far, they've been pretty successful at keeping the Tea Parties under the radar. But just look at that map. That's a lot of people heading out to protest unfair taxes/fascist legislation, folks.

Me, I'll be in Wilkes-Barre, PA, with sign in hand, on April 15.