Monday, August 31, 2009

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

One stand-up journalist

(Copyright Michael Yon)

... possibly the last. Of course, he's independent.

His name is Michael Yon, and he's been covering Iraq and Afghanistan for years now, on his own dime. Well, the dimes of readers who support his dispatches; because he is not owned by any MSM sellout whore outfit. He depends on reader donations -- but let me tell you something: YOU GET REAL FACTS FROM HIM. You get outstanding reading, AND photos, that the MSM gave up long ago.

Check out his latest dispatch, "Bad Medicine."

He was embedded with a British unit in Afghanistan up till yesterday, but they've dissed him. No one knows why -- he didn't give away any operational secrets that I could see. It's nice to see Brits are standing up for him.

So, after reading him, consider hitting the tipjar. He's the last real journalist -- or one of the last, telling it like it is.

Please consider it.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Muslim Babe(s) of the Day

As an answer to the previous post, I just HAD to get a Muslim Babe of the Day post in.

Because this link is definitely Not Safe For Work (NSFW), yer just going to have to get yer dose by clickin'. Enjoy! *wink*

'Burquini' battle


Oh, frikken, brother.

Kind of reminds me of this:


Which went out in, you know, the 1900s?

Go, France.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Your mom's the Mob


"You’ve heard a lot about this crazy, scary, vicious mob on some shadowy GOP payroll. By the way the DNC, Rachel Maddow, and President Obama talk, you’d think it was a motley crue [sic] of Hell’s Angels.

"Let me introduce you to the mob: (via Dana Loesch)


Friday, August 7, 2009

This is for you, my love

O my luve's like a red, red rose.

That's newly sprung in June;

O my luve's like a melodie

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will love thee still, my Dear,

Till a'the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun:

I will luve thee still, my Dear,

While the sands o'life shall run.

And fare thee weel my only Luve!

And fare thee weel a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

-- Robert Bruce

Monday, August 3, 2009

Britain's downward spiral accelerates

Big Brother is putting families on constant surveillance and police oversight.

From the comments:

"In some sense UK society is totally messed up in a deeply and profoundly negative way."

You're just now figuring that out?

Plus, now faith-based schools are racist.