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Home of Lone Star Beer...

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... and strangely enough, Rosie the Riveter.

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January 1, 2009

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Since my main subject of study is America, I'm going out to do some urban, suburban, and rural anthropology for a bit. Posting will be a sometime thing.

In the meantime, here's a selection of traveling music. Take it away, Bob.

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Into the Silence

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1.
The last sound heard before the silence
Wrapped around my flesh in wisps,
Was the shriek of frozen ambulances
Carved in sharp, revolving red.
Then two holes in my skull sealed shut,
And on my tongue I heard the tang of brass.

At first a ringing whine rose high and faded far,
Then bells began, each dun and laced with smoke,
And merged with walls of wind on water raised,
Bloomed high in white, white only, drifts
Of softly falling snow that falling softly
Blurred beneath all shapes of sound and speech.

Music's memory remained, and moving lips
Became the only signs of sound that I could see
And all my mind stormed not with silence,
But with a dark brushed on deeper dark
Within which all stars died, and dying threw
A single trace of song beyond all song.

It moaned and chittered, groaned and sighed.
It grinned at me, inscrutable and blank
As shells evicted by the sea are spurned
By waves and parch above the sand,
Polished first by dust, then honed by rain,
Into white basilicas of bone.

2.
Made new, I loved large gestures.
Marked furrowed face and curl of lip.
Memorized the signing hands that stripped
My half-guessed comprehension bare,
And learned at last to wait upon a glance,
Upon small words scratched on slate.

As days to years enlarged their rule,
All records writ within my skull were smudged,
All songs and music drifted off to send
Pale emblems of their realms as tribute
To that stone that once had formed a throne,
Crowned now with unsensed pleasures shrugged.

All treasure spent, all gems decayed,
All metals melded into dust, all trace of walls
Where once the filigreed firebird sang,
And drums of heroes' skins were stunned,
Were now but shadows strewn as faint
As lines of light on planets seen from space.

And then, with time, all that too ... erased,
And sands and seas swarmed over all,
And ruled at last alone a globe of frost,
Of ice, of snow, of sheaves of glass,
Until along that farthest strip of polished shore
One distant crystal glinted, gleamed, and chimed.

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5-Minute Arguments

As if you didn't have enough to worry about...

A New Kind of Mind

When this emerging AI, or ai, arrives it won't even be recognized as intelligence at first. Its very ubiquity will hide it. We'll use its growing smartness for all kinds of humdrum chores, including scientific measurements and modeling, but because the smartness lives on thin bits of code spread across the globe in windowless boring warehouses, and it lacks a unified body, it will be faceless. You can reach this distributed intelligence in a million ways, through any digital screen anywhere on earth, so it will be hard to say where it is. And because this synthetic intelligence is a combination of human intelligence (all past human learning, all current humans online) and the coveted zip of fast alien digital memory, it will be difficult to pinpoint what it is as well. Is it our memory, or a consensual agreement? Are we searching it, or is it searching us? - Kevin Kelly -- The Technium

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The Only 2008 Wrap-Up You'll Ever Need

VIA: Cassandra

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Myths & Texts

"ALL I HAVE IS A VOICE / TO UNDO THE FOLDED LIE"

SEPTEMBER 1, 1939
JANUARY 1, 2009

by W.H. Auden

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the January night.

Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.

Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.

Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Terrorism's face
And the international wrong.

Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.

The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.

From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
'I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,'
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the dead,
Who can speak for the dumb?

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.

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Fish Barrel Bang

Change and Hope for 2009

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I don't look back. So here's a look forward from the precipitous cliffs of the two biggest buzz words of 2008: "Change" [1,360,000,000 Google Hits] and "Hope" [Running far behind at only 617,000,000 Google Hits].

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Wednesday, December 31 (Updated)

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TerrorWar

On the Most Ancient Virus to Infect the Soul

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Left, San Francisco, August 2006. Right, New York, December,2008

Anti-semitism is not a sign, a symbol, a bullet or a gas. It is a Virus. It is the oldest known virus to infest the human soul. In those infected, the virus is clever enough to mask it's existence by renaming itself as "anti-Zionism." Through the renaming of this ancient disease as a “political problem,” infected souls can transmit the virus to their friends, families. They can spread their disease at their schools and in their their community, church, or nation. The virus is also transmitted by exchanging infected fantasies with infected ideologues. By changing it's name the disease made it possible for many to deny that they have contracted the virus, and that their souls are chancre-ridden and rotting. This facilitates the current outbreak.

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Myths & Texts

Only By Fire is Fascism Finished

" The victim gasped loudly as blood poured from his neck.
His killer held up the head at one point,
and placed it on top of the body. "

-- The killing of Eugene Armstrong, American

Year upon year in this world's dark woods
Heaped at the foot of the trees,
The tangles and bundles of dead brush increase
Which sunlight can never seize.

The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by book, chant and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.

The ash that descends in the clearest of skies?
The leapers that swam down the stones?
Best answered by bombs from mid-heaven at prayer,
Bringing fire which hollows the bones.

The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by book, chant and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.

If their gods decree war, war shall prevail.
This lesson is carved into stone.
No dreams will defer, nor wishes erase,
The hate that's inscribed in the bone.

The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by book, chant and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.

Only by fire is fascism finished.
This sin is demanded that your line may live.
Only through fire is freedom reborn.
Each generation pulls the sword from the stone.

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Tuesday, December 30 (Updated)

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  • Financial organizations to track: Vulture funds VIA Archinect

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    Memo from Israel to Palestine

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    [First published in 2003. The Palestinians have yet to "get the memo." Maybe this time. Probably not. They seem to be a people with an intractable "learning disorder." ]

    To: The Palestinian People
    From: The People of Israel
    Re: Final Notice Before the Termination of Our Relationship
    Date: "To Be Determined"
    (To be filed in your "Permanent Conduct Record")

    AS YOU KNOW from our repeated meetings over many years, we have repeatedly done our best to accommodate your incessant demands regarding employment, compensation, housing allowances, health benefits, and other items of mutual interest as we have endeavored to work together on "Project Peace in the Middle East."

    We have, with your agreement and assurances of a better performance, given you time, money, professional help, medication and a more than reasonable offer of land for you to live in while you work out "your issues." In the course of these meetings we feel we have been more than forthcoming in our attendance to your "special needs."

    From time to time we have accepted your written word that, given adequate resources, you would be working internally to resolve "your issues." We note, for the record, that at no time has your word proven to be worth the paper which we both so ceremoniously signed. Indeed, it has been our bitter experience that the working out of "your issues" most often involves explosive episodes on the streets of our country.

    It has come to our attention, through a continuing rain of the body parts of our citizens onto our streets, that "your issues" do not seem to be resolvable through considered and mutually agreeable negotiations. The outcome of these 'negotiations' in the recent past seems to us to be one of we give and you take and then you kill us. We have decided that this is not a peace project that we wish to continue.

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    Monday, December 29 (Updated)

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    David Warren's selection for "Man of the Year 2008" is: Sarah Palin. Mine Too.

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    Myths & Texts

    The Man Who Loved Not Wisely But At Least Twice

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    Watch out! You might get what you're after.
    Cool baby! Strange but not a stranger.
    I'm an ordinary guy,
    Burning down the house!

    -- Talking Heads

    1.
    Call him "Carl."

    Many, many years ago I founded and ran my second magazine in San Francisco. In time, I sold my share out to my partner and, flush with cash for the first time in my life, decided to move to New England with my then live-in love whom I shall always think of as "The Socialite." The Socialite's family was one of the 500 and, although fallen on hard times, they retained their position within high Eastern society because of their illustrious name. Their family seat was in Newport, Rhode Island, and The Socialite would, years later, live there with her husband and their daughters. I think about her from time to time and saw her once five years ago. She'd turned into her mother -- slim, patrician, and slightly nuts.

    But this is not about her, or those white nights, or even the oh-so-social summers at Bailey's Beach. This is about Carl, the most unwise lover I ever met. I'm telling you about him because by doing so it makes me feel less stupid about love and that's a feeling that's far too rare for me these days.

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    Friday, December 26

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    Thursday, Christmas

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    Giotto, The Nativity, 1304-1306 (Detail)

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    Grace Notes

    Hanukkah Candles on Christmas Eve

    for Justine

    Throughout the night, the cold drew close,
    And wrapped our home in shrouds of frost.
    Within, four candles lent us light,
    Returning to us what was lost.

    Around us, all our village slept.
    Our children safe, their breathing slow.
    Four candles gleamed beside the tree,
    Their flames burned long, burned low.

    Then all fell silent round my house.
    The snow shown blue, the shadows, slate.
    You could almost hear the planet turn.
    I stood bereft beside my gate.

    Behind me, those I loved slept warm,
    Protected by God's endless grace.
    Below me lay the village streets,
    Clad in shadow's chill embrace.

    The darkness waned, the morning loomed,
    Within my house the fire grew bright.
    But still I walked on fragile snow,
    And prayed for greater light.

    As a child I'd lived in dreams of stars,
    Of peace on Earth --life's golden seal--
    And this night seemed, of all our nights,
    The one when all such dreams were real.

    Tonight I know this is not so.
    The world is not as we would wish,
    But as we make it, day by day,
    And this the mystery and the gift.

    The candles whisper of His gift.
    The stars reflect them high above.
    The gift is given to us again,
    That we remember how to love.

    -- Mill Hill Drive, Southport, Connecticut, 1990

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    Wednesday, December 24

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    In principio erat Verbum et Verbum erat apud Deum et Deus erat Verbum.

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    My Back Pages

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    Memphis, Tenn., Aug. 16. I could be in the driver's seat.

    Tag? I'm it? Okay, I'll play.

    The Anchoress prays unto the Lord, as she will, Lord, how dull I am!, because self-abnegation is a way of life! (Hair shirt? Check. Scourge? Check. Communion Wine? Make it a double.) And then she passes on this virus to me.

    “It’s simple. Just list all the jobs you’ve had in your life, in order. Don’t bust your brain: no durations or details are necessary, and feel free to omit anything that you feel might tend to incriminate you. I’m just curious. And when you’re done, tag another five bloggers you’re curious about.”

    Fine. I'll do it, but only because the Anchoress is Sister Mary Nunsense in my book and I don't want my knuckles slapped with her ruler.

    My jobs, in order, were:

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    Science Made Stupid

    Seattle Stupidity By Design

    Every time I think I have seen just how deeply the pinheads of Seattle can suck, they yet suck more deeply.

    Seattle refuses to use salt; roads "snow packed" by design | Seattle Times Newspaper

    The icy streets are the result of Seattle's refusal to use salt, an effective ice-buster used by the state Department of Transportation and cities accustomed to dealing with heavy winter snows. "If we were using salt, you'd see patches of bare road because salt is very effective," Alex Wiggins, chief of staff for the Seattle Department of Transportation, said. "We decided not to utilize salt because it's not a healthy addition to Puget Sound."
    We note for the enlightenment of Mr. Wiggins, aka "Putz," that Puget Sound is 1) vast, and 2) composed entirely of salt water.

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    Analog World

    Fear of Fritterware: The Nightmare Before Christmas

    Last night I had one of the most frightening dreams a man can have. I dreamt that someone, who hated me very deeply, got me a new computer for Christmas. I woke up screaming, but the dream persisted. The horror! The horror!

    A new computer! I could just see it. It had everything: a processor so fast that it was measured in googlehertz rather than megahertz, more ram than the entire sheep population of New Zealand, a hard drive bigger than the Great Plains, and a megaplex sized-monitor capable of displaying 2.5 trillion ordinary colors at warp six and with such a blistering intensity that your eyes boiled in your skull. A broadband connection so huge it could suck the Library of Congress dry in a nanosecond. The CPU was covered in sable. The keyboard fashioned from rare woods. The wireless mouse was surgically implanted in my finger tip so all I had to do was gesture mystically.

    It got worse.

    This Christmas puppy came loaded with Fritterware. It had Pantless OS, BrokenWindows 2010, HomelessOffice 2004, Internet Destroyer, Fretscape, Opensource Godzilla, iEverthingEverywhere and Pong. The Paperclip was back as the host of a computer training program aptly named RageMaker. When I opened the box in my nightmare my first impulse was to rip open all my other presents in hopes that someone had given me a gun so I could just shoot myself.

    Nothing is worse than life itself than a fully loaded new computer, and I've been using them for nearly 20 years. Setting up a new computer is like getting ready to French Kiss an elephant; you know it will be a new experience, but you know it won't taste like veal cordon blue.

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    Grace Notes

    The Star

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    Were we led all that way for
    Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
    We had evidence and no doubt.

             -- T. S. Eliot, "The Journey of the Magi"

    Isaiah 41:13-20

    Theirs was the Age of Myth; a world where night was not dimmed by the web of lights that now obscures the stars. Their nights were lit by flaring torches, dim oil lamps, guttering candles; by the phases of the moon and the broad shimmering river of the Milky Way. As the sun declined and night ascended, life withdrew into shuttered and barred homes. Only the very rich or the very poor were abroad in the dark.

    The night sky, now so thin and distant, so seldom really seen, was to them as thick and close as a handful of coal studded with diamonds. They could turn it in their mind's eye even as it turned above them. They reclined on their hill sides, their roofs, or in rooms built for viewing and marking the moon and the stars. They watched it all revolve above them and sang the centuries down. They remembered. They kept records and told tales. They saw beings in the heavens -- gods and animals, giants and insects, all sparking the origins of myth -- and they knew that in some way all was connected to all; as above, so below, "on Earth as it is in Heaven". They studied the patterns of it all and from those repeating patterns fashioned our first science, astrology.

    And, like all our other celebrated sciences since, they looked to astrology to give them hints about the future, about what they should do, what they should expect, what they should become. They looked to their science then, as many look to their science now, to remove their doubt.

    In time stronger, more intricately argued sciences would rise upon the structures of the proto-sciences of astrology and alchemy; sciences that chained demons with data. These new data-based sciences would push the first sciences into the realm of myth, speculation, superstition and popular fantasy. And, as it is with our advertising, promise, big promise is the soul of our brave new sciences.

    The new sciences, you see, are much, much more about "Reality" than the old sciences. They will never be tossed aside as so many playthings of mankind's youth. The authority of our astronomy, our biology, our physics, our chemistry and others is, we fervently believe, as certain as the pole star. Unlike astrology and alchemy, they will never be questioned; they will be built upon.

    It is a central tenet of our faith in science that the new will encompass the old in one endless and eternal conservation of sense and sensibility. In this cathedral we worship a database. We can see outward to the edge of what is, and downward into time was to (almost) the moment of Creation. We can see inward into (almost) the mute heart of matter. We have the proven method. We have the hard evidence. We know that nothing is, in time, beyond our knowing. All doubt has been removed. We are the Alpha and Omega. Our science is now as eternal and as deeply grounded in truth as... well, as astrology was in 5 B.C.

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    Tuesday, December 23 (Updated)

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    American Studies

    The Creche by the Side of the Road

    A cold coming we had of it,
    Just the worst time of the year
    For a journey, and such a journey:
    The ways deep and the weather sharp,
    The very dead of winter.

    --Eliot, Journey of the Magi

    Small moments in long journeys, like small lights in a large darkness, often linger in the memory. They come unbidden, occur when you are not ready for them, and are gone before you understand them. You have the experience, but miss the meaning. All you can do is hold them and hope that understanding will, in time, come to you.

    To drive from Laguna Beach to Sacramento the only feasible route takes you through Los Angeles and the San Fernando Valley. If you go after dark in this season of the year, you speed through an unbroken crescendo of lights accentuated by even more holiday lights. In the American spirit of "If it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing," the decking of the landscape with lights has finally gotten utterly out of hand.

    Airports, malls, oil refineries, the towers along Wilshire and the vast suburbs of the valley put up extra displays to celebrate what has come to be known as "the season." All the lights flung up by the hive of more than 10 million souls shine on brightly and bravely, but the exact nature of "the season" seems more difficult for us to define with every passing year.

    For hours the lights surround you as if they have no end. But they do end. In time, the valley narrows and you come to the stark edge of the lights. Then you drive into a dark section of highway known as the Grapevine.

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    Calif. Taxpayers Due Refunds May Get IOUs And next year they'll all get... CARBON CREDITS! You can bet on it.

    Anthem for 2009: "Nobody ever taught you how to live out on the street, but now you're gonna have to get used to it."

    Some say it is all a circle. I think it is more like a gyre.



    Purely as a public service I note Colberg's highly moral and decent expose of A portable toilet company's disgusting 2009 calendar.
    Here in Western Massachusetts, it's only thirteen and a half hours into 2009, and there already is a strong contender for the most revolting photograph to come out of this year.
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    Please note that this is published only as "social commentary" and is not to be confused with the ongoing policy of "Suds, Sluts and Smut" at the depraved Maggie's Farm.

    "Dey wuz robbed!" In which "Co-regents" Tammy Bruce and Neoneocon discover that, in a quest for the tiara, passion and cleavage always trumps nice and measured. Because... well... men are pigs. GayPatriot voters anoint Pamela Geller of Atlas Shrugs as the Grande Conservative Blogress Diva of 2009. Tiara frisbeed to Geller. Shoes tossed at Bruce and Neo. Shoes?

    Ms. Geller Accepting the Award




    Options in Israel: Destroy Hamas or Take to the Sewer Pipes.
    The two young men felt uncomfortable especially when they informed me that Home Front Command was planning on bringing in large sewer pipes. Yes, you read that correctly, sewer pipes, made of thick concrete, for our protection. The pipes would be distributed to each cul-de-sac. When the sirens wail, we would run outside, crawl into our very own sewer pipe and wait five minutes or at least until we hear the explosion. Then we crawl out and return to our cardboard homes.


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    Who says there's no good news? Inspiring Role Models Continue to Eviscerate Music Biz

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    BDS Party Pooper: "He was a very good skiier, but he didn't really fit into the new Aspen...."
    Blanning, 72, walked into two Aspen banks at about 2:30 p.m. Wednesday and left packages wrapped in holiday paper along with notes saying the boxes contained bombs. The notes threatened "mass death" and demanded $60,000 cash, along with criticisms of President George Bush, Assistant Aspen Police Chief Bill Linn said at a news conference.


    First good news of the New Year: 2009: A Year Without Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert - Greg Pollowitz Time Warner is threatening to pull seven Viacom cable properties, including Comedy Central, off the air as of midnight tonight unless a new deal can be arranged.

    Not content with perverting Christmas, the shameless lust addicts at Maggie's Farm have taken the next step in their destruction of traditional American values. Attached to this "news" story, Moslem men don't like T&A, says Reverend they have published this revolting image.


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    This not only degrades the American home, but it also denigrates Australia, womanhood, and the clean and noble sport of surfing. All under the guise of "reporting." I assure my readers, yet again, that this page will never sink so low.

    Work hard, chill harder: The American Way according to Morgan.
    As Americans, we have a long and stalwart legacy of galvanizing ourselves into action as a direct consequence of need. When the need softens, we hibernate like big fat bears. We excel at adapting to the requirement of the moment. Once the zombies are all slaughtered and the mortgage payment is off in the mail and levee has been fixed and the foot fungus has been cured — we, The American People, can sit back the farthest, relax more muscles, flip on that idjit box that fastest, stick out that big ol’ belly the farthest, pop open that beer, and make sure it’s the biggest, coldest one there is…better than any nation, civilized or no, this rock in space has ever seen. That is what we do. We fix things that are busted, and once they’re fixed, we relax to such a masterful extent we practically melt.


    And so say we all: "Let the Israelis kill them. They've brought only trouble for my people."
    I've been talking to friends of mine, former Palestinian Authority intelligence officials (ejected from power by the Hamas coup), and they tell me that not only are they rooting for the Israelis to decimate Hamas, but that Fatah has actually been assisting the Israelis with targeting information. - A Fatah Friend Writes: I'm Supporting the Israeli Air Force - Jeffrey Goldberg


    The causes of atheism are:
    divisions in religion, if they be many; for any one main division, addeth zeal to both sides; but many divisions introduce atheism. Another is, scandal of priests... A third is, custom of profane scoffing in holy matters; which doth, by little and little, deface the reverence of religion. And lastly, learned times, specially with peace and prosperity; for troubles and adversities do more bow men's minds to religion. - Francis Bacon: The Essays: Of Atheism


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  • Arab unclear on the concept. VIA Israellycool



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    For all those who have ever wondered,
    "Gee, what would Ted Kennedy look like as a psychopathic transexual proctologist on a crash diet during a global Botox and glove shortage?"
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    Who says there's no good news? 2008 was the year man-made global warming was disproved - Telegraph
    First, all over the world, temperatures have been dropping in a way wholly unpredicted by all those computer models which have been used as the main drivers of the scare.
    Secondly, 2008 was the year when any pretence that there was a "scientific consensus" in favour of man-made global warming collapsed.
    Thirdly, as banks collapsed and the global economy plunged into its worst recession for decades, harsh reality at last began to break in on those self-deluding dreams which have for so long possessed almost every politician in the western world.


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    Current head Hamas-Coward-in-Hiding blusters

    Yeah. Right.
    "This Intifada will be peaceful for the Palestinians but lethal for the Zionist enemy," Meshal said, adding that this 'new Intifada,' will "rescue Gaza and protect the West Bank." -- Hamas Political Leader in Damascus Khaled Meshal. [I love that "in Damascas" part of this "hero's" location. Here's hoping there's a bomb or a bullet with his forehead's current address on it. ] After IAF strike kills at least 230 in Gaza, Hamas chief vows third Intifada has come - Haaretz - Israel News

    "Hiding among women and children is evil. Which is why killing these cowards is good." - Don Surber

    President-Elect Man-Child:
    The man-child projects a simultaneous sense of not being comfortable in his own skin and perpetually on display to others. He's twitchy, approval-seeking, and doesn't know when to shut up. He's never been tested to anywhere near the limits of his physical or moral courage, and deep within himself he knows that because of this he is weak. Unproven. Not really a man. And it shows in a lot of little ways - posture, gaze patterns, that sort of thing. He'll overreact to small challenges and freeze or crumble under big ones. - Armed and Dangerous サ Blog Archive サ Where the men are


    Even if you've heard this before, you need to hear it again.

    Luke (Updated) 1 And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Obama, that all the world should be taxed.

    From The Littlest Angel by Charles Tazewell [ Note: I had this on a record as a small boy and I wore that record out. How nice to find it now, Christmas Eve, 2008, so many years later.] Excerpt:
    The Littlest Angel trembled as the box was opened, and there, before the eyes of God and all his heaven;y host, was what he offered to the Christ child. And what was his gift to the blessed infant? Well, there was a butterfly with golden wings, captured one bright, summer day on the hills above Jerusalem, and a sky-blue egg from a bird's nest in the olive tree that stood to shade his mother's kitchen door. Yes, and two white stones, found on a muddy river bank, where he and his friends had played like small, brown beavers, and, at the bottom of the box, a limp, tooth- marked leather strap, once worn as a collar by his mongrel dog, who had died as he had lived, in absolute love and infinite devotion.
    And the voice of God spoke, saying: Of all the gifts of all the angels, I find that this small box pleases me the most. Its contents are of the earth and of men, and my Son is born to be king of both. These are the things my Son, too, will know and love and cherish and then, regretfully, will leave behind him when his task is done. I accept this gift in the name of the child, Jesus, born of Mary this night in Bethlehem.


    “Most of the big shore places were closed now
    and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes - a fresh, green breast of the new world. It’s vanished trees … had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent … face to face for the last time in history with with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby



    The War on Christmas continues in my email! No sooner do I condemn the Perverts on Parade at Maggie's Farm (scroll down if you must) than my own email correspondents start to deluge me with shameful Christmas images such as this.
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    It's email attachments such as this that make me proud, DAMNED PROUD!, that this page would never stoop so low just to pull in a few cheap hits. (PS: Click to enlarge.)

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    Doug Ross: Introducing the all new "progressive" auto lineup for 2010!
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