Sunday, February 28, 2010

Surprise, surprise

Islamists infiltrate British Labour Party.

Duhhhhh ........... gol-lee geez, never woulda thunk it, Labour iz on AR side, yeah, uh-huh.

You know what, Labour Britain? AND Yank Democrats? Ah, never mind.

Brace yerselves.

Happy 22nd, Lambie :)

(Credence Deconstructed -- original art: Dana Osburn)

My Dana is 22 today -- more creative, stronger, more loving, and more beautiful than ever.

I love her.

It's tea (party) time in Blighty!

(image credit:

Hey, Britain: It took a couple hundred years or so, but now you're finding out how much fun it can be to put on the war paint and dump despotism in the harbor, eh?

I'm so excited about this I could turn cartwheels! --

"It was standing room only at the Boston Brighton Tea Party organised by the Freedom Association early this evening at which Dan Hannan was guest speaker. He said that it was time to 'bring sanity and order back to the public finances' and that had to be done by reducing expenditure rather than increasing taxes."

People ... this is HUGE.


Okay, having lived in Britain (specifically, Chesham, England) for three years back in the '80s, I came in for my share of anti-American sentiment. (I didn't live safely insulated on an American base -- but rather in a beautiful little Victorian semi-detached smack in the middle of small-town Buckinghamshire.)

I shopped at the local Sainsbury's supermarket. Without fail, little old ladies let me know in subtle but no uncertain terms just what exactly what they thought of Americans. (As only the British can.) One of my favorite stunts: Getting my ankles gently, but unmistakably, bumped from behind with someone's cart while waiting for checkout. (bump ... bump ... bump ... Me, turning around: "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" She: *staring off into space as if I didn't exist*)

Just before I moved into the house, the landlords held a small dinner party to welcome us there. Four other folks, besides me and my ex-husband. One dude, a supercilious David Warner lookalike named Julian, acidly inquired whether I had heard that the city of Liverpool was buying American garbage to disintegrate. (The general idea: Decadent American slobs have to offload their detritus onto the poor, long-suffering ally stepchild.)

Well, thanks for the hospitality, Cuz. I'll ring up my rich corporate pig overlords straight away and have that nasty rubbish removal subcontracted to the French, instead, shall I?

Then there was the conversation with some weedy chick who couldn't be bothered to wash her hair much more often than once a month. She launches into me: "You Americans and your McDonald's -- ruining our culture."

I lost it.

I said: "Look. No one is forcing Britons by the thousands at gunpoint to eat there. The food tastes good. People like it. They buy it. Maybe if 'British cuisine' wasn't such a joke, you wouldn't NEED Mickey D's."

And I said: "You Britons used to rule the world. Your goods used to set the gold standard for quality. It's not MY fault you voted in a bunch of bloodsucking, ideologically poisonous Labour idiots who flushed your economy down the toilet. You started to get it right with Thatcher, but then you pissed it away AGAIN. So don't cry to ME about supply and demand."

And then ... I'm not proud of this (well, actually, I AM): "Anytime you guys want to become our 51st state, say the word. At least you'll enjoy a good feed."

Well, that was then. This is now.

After decades of EU-driven emasculation, Britons are waking up to realize Nanny does NOT know best. In fact, Nanny is the evil demon of darkest nightmares. C.S. Lewis's White Witch.

The nation that gave the world Sir Isaac Newton, the Magna Charta and Adam Smith -- and our own Founding Fathers -- is beginning to reclaim its mind, its soul, its essential Britishness and its future and its happiness -- back.

No real Briton ever, EVER lets someone do his/her thinking for them. Never has, never will. The post-Thatcher interlude was just a bad dream. Dawn has broken.

Welcome back, friends. Drink lots of tea. It's the original British pastime, after all :)


(P.S. For each of the nasty Britons I encountered, I met -- and made friends with -- many, many more. Mrs. Badcock and the ladies of the Chesham church ... God bless you, my dears, and your families. Jane and Andrew, you kooky, loving and caring hippies ... I hope lots of people are buying your veggies at market. Dr. Kathleen S., you sweet Scot: Thanks for helping my Maggie come safely into the world.)


Britain is awakening. So is the rest of Europe, if this is any indication. Praise God.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

'Every man is a sex addict'

"As Tiger Woods undergoes treatment, T. Byram Karasu—the University Chairman of the Department of Psychiatry and Behavioral Sciences at Albert Einstein College—says medicalizing normal human behavior doesn’t help anyone."

"Sex addiction is simply a new name for the old evolutionary concept—the innate urge to impregnate as many females as possible. In this sense, every man is a sex addict or was one at some point in his life."

Yep. Totally agree.

"Look at sex addiction as existing on a curve of normal behavior over a man’s lifespan: The addiction begins around the pubertal age, and peaks by his early 20s. It then plateaus until the 40s before descending along a downward curve in his 60s. It eventually fizzles out altogether, either because of age-related atrophy of the testicles or, more abruptly, by a prostate operation."

AAAANK. Beg to differ. At this point, it's mind over matter, B'rer Shrink.

Okay, granted, age slows reaction time a bit. And, also granted, us girls ALWAYS had a slow reaction time, compared with you guys. Call it evolutionary spin, "ooh, foreplay," whatever.

BUT -- just once let into your MIND how LOVELY it is to feel and be felt, it's a no-brainer. Literally.

And the operative word here is "let." Not "put in" -- Let. That is ... hit the "thinking" switch off, and the "feeling" switch on, for once. Lie there, let it, and enjoy.

The girl may be a magazine-type "10." She may be 50 years old, and not airbrushed by youth or by design, but she still feels GOOD. (And so, she may say, do YOU.)

Which brings us back to "sexual addiction."

You can't "let" yourself, sexually, unrestrained all the time. After awhile, you see how shallow that is. At some point, yer brain "thinks" about right place, right time, and the whole self-discipline thing. As in, you are in charge of your own self and how you think AND feel.


Karasu goes on to say:

"A single man with sexual addiction can carry on with many partners, and no one, except those involved with him, would really care about his addiction.

"He is rarely bothered by that until the need for emotional intimacy (the whisper within) catches up with him."

There's the rub, as Bill Shakespeare sez. Guys are, after all, human, regardless of the impulse to sexually, addictively, evolutionarily procreate like rabbits.

But chew on this:

Why can't we all just enjoy sex with our significant others, without "sex addict," "worn-out prostate," "I don't wanna be TRAPPED" mind games?

AND answer "the whisper within?"

Truth is, we can. If we want to.


"People are about as happy as they want to be." -- Abraham Lincoln

Muslim Babes of the Day!

Well, not strictly speaking.

But intolerant Muslim dudes, as well as Euroweenies, and, well, dudes in general -- NEED this.

(Via Tim Blair)

Mr. Obama, tear down this wall!

(image credit: staff photo by E. Skylar Litherland)

"OSPREY [Fla.] - Stephany Fournier, an 11th-grader at Pine View School, did not want to punish her fellow classmates, but it had to be done. They defied the law.

'"I'm normally a nice person, but I have to be really firm with these people," Stephany said. "They must come in, sit down and write this line on paper, front and back.'

"The line: 'I will serve the glorious East German state American Government better."' Mmm-mmm-mmm.'

"The students copied it repeatedly after watching a propaganda film depicting the evils of Western culture."


Okay, so I inserted a little snark into the quote -- but how tempting a parallel is this school exercise with where our country is trending!

The comparisons are too delicious to ignore:

"Students, with the help of a local landscaping company, erected a nearly 100-foot paper replica of the Berlin wall, complete with graffiti. It stood across the middle of the campus to mimic the concrete wall that separated communist East Germany from capitalist West Germany from 1961 to the end of 1989. ...

"Propaganda posters with phrases like 'technology is unnecessary and degrades intelligence' ...
[BOW before your Climate Change Overlords! Back to the cave! *whipcrack!*]
lined the hallways, and gazebos and other recreation areas were marked as 'unnecessary installations.'"
... [Whaddya mean, 'what's recess?', you smart-mouth first-grader! Back to the books! *kerr-ACK!*]

"As an East German general, Stephany gathered intelligence from other officers and handed out punishment to enemies of the state.

"She looked the part, wearing a black business suit and black stockings, heels and dark eyeliner. Hundreds of other students wore military jackets -- and sometimes complete uniforms -- with red arm bands signifying their communist allegiance.

"'I looked up "communist women's fashions of the day" online,' Stephany said. 'The women all had pale faces and red lipstick. You had to look cold and imposing.'"

[Ya mean like this?]

"'Although we really can't show them exactly what it was like, we want to show that the east was more strict,' said student Marine Robbins, who commanded a checkpoint. 'We've had quite a few people that have been belligerent and just don't agree at all with the simulation.' [Cue the mainstream media: "Ignorant tea-baggers!"]

"Marine said some students protested the project, including setting up Facebook pages to rally the opposition.

"But Marine said the protests actually simulated similar efforts during the real German struggle and made the entire exercise more authentic.'

[Gee ... ya think?]


There's hope for today's edumication yet!

Monday, February 22, 2010

'Redesign the hot dog!' ... (WTF?)

The venerable hot dog poses a choking risk, so its shape must be redesigned, say Nanny Fascists, er, health officials

“We have laws and regulations that require warning labels on toys that pose choking hazards,” said Dr. Gary Smith of Nationwide Children’s Hospital, the lead author of the policy published in the current issue of Pediatrics.

“There are no such regulations on high risk foods, and children are much more likely to put food in their mouths than a toy.”

Well, now. A little common sense, you say?

Janet Riley, president of the U.S. National Hot Dog & Sausage Council, told The Associated Press she agrees with the need for education, and points out more than half the hot dogs sold in the United States have warnings to parents to cut them into small pieces.

“As a mother who has fed toddlers cylindrical foods like grapes, bananas, hot dogs and carrots, I 'redesigned' them in my kitchen by cutting them with a paring knife until my children were old enough to manage on their own,” Riley says.

Ah, but that doesn't fit the socialist/totalitarian agenda:

Smith disagreed. “Just telling people to be careful or blaming the parents is an uninformed approach.”

The pediatricians are calling for
[among other things]:

• The establishment of a nationwide food-related choking-incident surveillance and reporting system

(via Blazing Cat Fur)

Play dat funky music, white boy ...

... Or else just shut up.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I WISH I was making this up ...

Daycare for Dingoes -- missing and/or death toll, 100 youngsters and counting.

"This is a well-conceived, well-funded program,” Mr Garrett told parliament during a heated question time. “If some of the dingoes we have placed in or near preschools have not been muzzled properly, that is a result of shoddy workmanship by individuals acting outside the guidelines.”

So, let me get this straight: It's some idiot worker's fault that dingoes weren't muzzled properly and killed kids. (I dunno about you, but I'm pretty sure wild dog-muzzling isn't part of the daycare job description.)

And let me further get this straight: The idea was for the wild canines to eat up the candy and food careless toddlers left behind on the playground. (Um ... correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't eating kind of difficult while muzzled? Just askin'.)


(Via Tim Blair)

Monday, February 15, 2010

Muslim babes of the CENTURY

OKAY, most of my regular visitors are well familiar with my Muslim Babe of the Day feature.

(Very, VERY popular, as I can tell from my hit statistics the next day. Especially from you Muslim guys, wink-wink -- although quite a few Western guys don't seem to mind!)

Speaking of hit statistics, I've noticed a LOT of hits from Iran, of late. That prompts me to devote an entire post to an entire subset of Muslim babes, namely the brave and beautiful women of Iran.

All needling-of-intolerant-and-Neanderthal-Muslim-guys aside: These babes just might save an entire country from Hell.

Dig it:

"As you peruse the images coming out of Iran from all over, remember this: when you see a woman with a tunic above her knees, red fingernails, an extremely loose headscarf and a protest sign, try to look beyond the "pretty". Those things are also a symbol of what an Ahmadenijad regime would deny (and, in some cases, has denied) her the right to be."

See? The women are being pretty, because I'm-A-Dinner-Jacket and his jack-off buddies say pretty is WRONG. (How wrong is that!)

Guess what, Sports Fans. Pretty is IT. Pretty is natural. Pretty is human. Pretty is WHAT WE WANT IT TO BE. We are ALL pretty.

(Except for the extremely unattractively hirsute Jacket One.)

N'est-ce pas?

Thursday, February 11, 2010

His Popitude just might have a point

Via The Anchoress:

"It brought to mind something I read yesterday, though, out of Benedictus -that excellent collection of excerpts from the writings of Pope Benedict XVI:

We should see that human beings can never retreat into the realm of what they are capable of. In everything that they do, they constitute themselves. Therefore they themselves, and creation with its good and evil, are always present as their standard, and when they reject this standard they deceive themselves. They do not free themselves, but place themselves in opposition to the truth. And that means that they are destroying themselves and the world. This, then, is the first and most important thing that appears in the story of Adam, and it has to do with the nature of human guilt and thus with our entire existence. The order of the covenant – the nearness of the God of the covenant, the limitations imposed by good an devil, the inner standard of the human person, creatureliness: all of this is placed in doubt. Here we can at once say that at the very heart of sin lies human beings’ denial of their creatureliness, inasmuch as they refuse to accept the standard and the limitations that are implicit in it. They do not want to be creatures, do not want to be subject to a standard, do not want to be dependent. They consider their dependence on God’s creative love to be an imposition from without . . . Human beings who consider dependence on the highest love as slavery and who try to deny the truth about themselves, which is their creatureliness, do not free themselves; they destroy truth and love. They do not make themselves gods, which in fact they cannot do, but rather caricatures, pseudo-gods, slaves of their own abilities, which then drag them down."

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

N'Ollins gone wild!

Courtesy of my own beautiful Maggie, who's a freshman at Tulane University, come these great pix from the par-tay after the New Orleans Saints' historic Superbowl win, and pooches at the all K-9 Mystic Krewe of Barkus (Bacchus) marching in a Mardi Gras parade:

Here, Mags and a couple of good-looking pals ham it up for the camera in one of the city's many packed-like-sardines sports bars, shortly before the Saints rocked da house;

... as unrestrained joy broke out ...

And here, proud mutts on the march.

And, being the shamelessly proud maternal unit, I can't resist sharing one last snap of my beauty girl, who landed herself in one of the world's most unique cities, at a most historic moment:

(Birds gotta swim, fish gotta fly, moms gotta brag)


Sunday, February 7, 2010

Who sez Canucks are boring? ;)

I've heard of eateries with live entertainment, but this takes it to new levels.

(From The Toronto Star)

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

She's BAA-aaaaack .....


Check it out:

New computer is actually custom built, WITH ... wait for it ... 200 gigs of RAM, with plenty of room for more -- TWO, count 'em, two dual-core processors -- the complete Microsoft Office suite -- Avast anti-virus -- all Zeus components -- other bells and whistles galore -- ALL for $325!!!

Lucked into an awesome computer guy who works from his home. Rock 'n' roll! Lock 'n' load! Phi Slamma Jamma!


Housekeeping note:

Must go back to moderating comments, alas. A TON of spam built up in my absence. Too tedious to clean it all out just now, but to prevent same in the future, have reinstated moderation. Don't worry! I'll post ALL stuff from legit folks, regardless of disagreement with the management :)

Back soon!