Watch and feel the nausea rise in your soul.Continued...
Wikileaks, something for everyone, a comedy tonight! SUBJECT: LIFESTYLES OF THE KAZAZHSTANI LEADERSHIP
7. (C) In 2007, President Nazarbayev's son-in-law, Timur Kulibayev, celebrated his 41st birthday in grand style. At a small venue in Almaty, he hosted a private concert with some of Russia's biggest pop-stars. The headliner, however, was Elton John, to whom he reportedly paid one million pounds for this one-time appearance. (Note: The British Ambassador relayed a slightly different story, with an unknown but obviously well-heeled friend arranging and paying for Sir Elton's gig. End Comment.) There have been separate reports that Nelly Furtado performed at the August 2007 birthday bash for Kulibayev's wife, Dinara Nazarbayeva. Kulibayev also appears willing to spend his fortune on others. According to Turkish diplomat Isik, when the Kempinski group recently built luxury villas in Bodrum, Turkey, Kulibayev bought up a number of them -- at a cost of 4-5 million dollars each -- and doled them out as gifts to friends and family.
Elton John. He's not just for Rush Limbaugh anymore!
The First Thanksgiving, 1621
“Our harvest being gotten in, our Governor sent four men on fowling, that so we might after a more special manner rejoice together, after we had gathered the fruits of our labours. They four in one day killed as much fowl as, with a little help beside, served the Company almost a week. At which time, amongst other recreations, we exercised our arms, many of the Indians coming amongst us, and amongst the rest their greatest king, Massasoit, with some 90 men, whom for three days we entertained and feasted. And they went out and killed five deer which they brought to the plantation and bestowed on our Governor and upon the Captain and others.” --Edward Winslow - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
A Proclamation of General Thanksgiving, 1789
By George Washington, PRESIDENT of the United States Of America
WHEREAS it is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favour; and Whereas both Houses of Congress have, by their joint committee, requested me "to recommend to the people of the United States a DAY OF PUBLICK THANKSGIVING and PRAYER, to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness:"
NOW THEREFORE, I do recommend and assign THURSDAY, the TWENTY-SIXTH DAY of NOVEMBER next, to be devoted by the people of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being who is the beneficent author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be; that we may then all unite in rendering unto Him our sincere and humble thanks for His kind care and protection of the people of this country previous to their becoming a nation; for the signal and manifold mercies and the favorable interpositions of His providence in the course and conclusion of the late war; for the great degree of tranquility, union, and plenty which we have since enjoyed;-- for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enable to establish Constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national one now lately instituted;-- for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge;-- and, in general, for all the great and various favours which He has been pleased to confer upon us.
And also, that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech Him to pardon our national and other transgressions;-- to enable us all, whether in publick or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually; to render our National Government a blessing to all the people by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed; to protect and guide all sovereigns and nations (especially such as have shewn kindness unto us); and to bless them with good governments, peace, and concord; to promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and us; and, generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best.
GIVEN under my hand, at the city of New-York, the third day of October, in the year of our Lord, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine.
Give us one or two inches of blowing snow in Seattle and it all grinds to a halt. A rolling, sliding, slowly colliding halt.
[2008 stupidity now being repeated across city.]
Then, if it doesn't melt away on it's own by the morning, the entire city calls in dead.
Meanwhile, the Seattle PI, once a proud newspaper and now just a web site with a bad attitude, has it's way with those few Seattlites who still look to it for news and local color:
Yup, once those old-fashioned journalistic ethics and standards go away they never come back.
A moving moment that is something other than it first appears: "When I look at these photographs... When I look at these photographs... it's definitely not yesterday. It's long ago."
In Fall 2007, Princeton Architectural Press published "Minka: My Farmhouse In Japan," the memoir of retired AP foreign correspondent John Roderick. Moved by the story of this remarkable house and the memories it contained, and with seed funding from the Graham Foundation, we began work on a documentary film about John, his adopted son architect Yoshihiro Takishita, and the 250-year old house they shared. John died in March 2008 at the age of 93. "Minka" is a meditation on place, architecture, memory and the meanings of home.
Charles Bronson Kills Hipsters.. and... when you least expect it...
The Chinese are training engineers and scientists, while in deepest darkest California Americans are training useless children to design dresses, and speak perfect neuter.
Meet Cecilia Cassini (Fashion Designer) at "Picnic-In-The-Park" World Premiere of "Tinker Bell And The Great Fairy Rescue" at La Cienega Park in Beverly Hills,Ca.
HT: Morgan who observes: Hey, look! She’s got communication skills far beyond her years, and she’s sociable! Exactly what parents and teachers cherish most nowadays — now you get to see what it all looks like.
Now meet China, and the students of China, in the very near future:
How can Nancy Pelosi continue to use up oxygen on the political scene? You must look at her base and degraded base; at the low dregs of humanity that form the foundation of her political support. Is it any wonder that, with supporters such as these her perverted political notions prevail?
I've been here before in The Black Hole of San Francisco @ AMERICAN DIGEST
"These days, the streets of San Francisco resemble the streets of Calcutta." -- Cinnamon Stillwell "Homeless by the bay"
San Francisco, America's top open-air exhibit of failed social policies, never fails to illuminate the lies of social utopianism. Although large sections of this city still retain their charm at a distance -- the swooping helicopter pan shot in from the Golden Gate; the brightly painted Cable Car cresting against sunset -- most soon lose all charm in close-up. Instead, strolling through this city has become like taking a long walk through an endless parking lot at The Homeless Depot.
Scene: A clear and crisp dawn in a small side street near Laguna and Hayes. Plantings in all the window boxes on fussily painted facades. A few very small well-kept front yards. Clean curtained windows. All in all a pretty and quiet moment in the city's morning.
Then, between two of the cars on the street and a bulging shopping cart on the curb, I notice a man who has obviously slept rough for at least 200 consecutive days. He is, like some haggard Tai-Chi dancer, turning in a slow pirouette and gazing intently at the ground. Then he lowers himself delicately down into a squat between an Audi and an SUV.
Seeing no real reason not to stroll past, I do and see that the man, pants to his ankles, is slowly relieving himself onto the curb. I note that he has no plastic bag which dog owners use to deposit the deposit. I was to see this behavior twice more in a single day in San Francisco.
And I was in the better neighborhoods.
But now Zombie brings it all back with
Nancy Pelosi's San Francisco
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An American, one of the roughs, a kosmos,
Disorderly fleshy and sensual . . . . eating drinking and breeding,
No sentimentalist . . . . no stander above men and women or apart from them . . . . no more modest than immodest.
-- Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1855)
“I am not an American I am THE American.”
-– Mark Twain
Remember when Hillary Clinton, during her last attempt to bite the apple, stopped calling herself a “liberal” and rebranded herself as a “progressive?”
It was the Hill's attempt to crawl out from under the vast heap of crap that the “liberals” had piled on themselves
– notably during her own husband's administration.
And who wanted to have that old liberal ball and chain around her thick ankles?
By 2007 “Liberal” had come to have such extraordinary baggage it started to seem like they could only get rid of it through “rebranding.”
The new/old brand name chosen was 'progressive.'
And it worked for them and for Obama just long enough to get them elected by a credulous public who had seemingly never heard "progressive" before.
“Progressive...” it sounded so, well, hopeful.
After all, who can be against “progress?”
Who, that is, except the vast majority of Americans who had seen the wreckage that the progressives' “progress” had wrought wherever it touched down on the American landscape.
Still, the recloaking of ye olde “liberal” wolves inside of the “Progressive Sheeps' Clothing” worked well enough.
It really caught on because it junked “liberal” but didn't say “socialist” in so many syllables.
Now of course, “progressive” as a brand has become synonymous
with cheats, control-addicts, the walking brain-dead, and the power junkies that want to tell you all about the bad Happy Meals in condom chewing San Francisco.
As a brand, Progressive is as dead as Hitler's charred corpse smoldering in a ditch outside the bunker on Pennsylvania Avenue.
But “progressives” don't know they're crispy critters because they can't entertain any ideas that were minted after 1965 in the Soviet Union.
So let's let them keep it.
Let those bitter aging boomers cling to their Darwins and their "progressive" programs and labels.
What we need to do is a little “rebranding” of our own
in order to blunt the brain-dead attacks that keep coming from the attack poodles of the left.
If you look at these attacks they all come back to the label “Conservative” or “Republican.”
Now we all know that these two categories are not the same.
Not all “Conservatives” are “Republicans,” and – unfortunately for the life expectancy of the Republican party – not all “Republicans” are “Conservative.”
Let's dump both brands.
I don't know about you, but I do not consider myself either a “Conservative” or a “Republican.”
I consider myself to be one thing and one thing only.
I AM AN AMERICAN.
Always have been.
Always will be.
Couldn't be anything more.
To call me a Conservative is to miss the point.
To call me a Republican is to mistake me by a mile.
To call me an AMERICAN
is to know me down to the bone.
I suspect this blunt fact is true of all those who term themselves “Independents,”
who call themselves “Conservative,”
who joined the Tea Party, they and all the others who,
Came from the hills and mountains,
The valleys and the plains
Some were kind and gentle,
And some too wild to tame.
That's who we are and that's who we shall always remain
A single, obvious, and overarching word to cover a wide, wide tent:
regardless of race, color, creed, or national origin.
Let's rebrand ourselves from this point forward:
When you are called a Conservative, you reply,
“No, I am an AMERICAN.”
If someone tries to tar you with the label “Republican,”
you must correct them by saying,
“No, I am an AMERICAN.”
If they say you are arguing from Republican or Conservative views,
point out to them that you are arguing from AMERICAN views only.
Do that consistently and we can all look forward to future disputes and elections to pit
the “Progressives” against the AMERICANS.
I know which way I'd bet.
Today. And every other day.
On the phone today a friend informs me that Macy's is having a sale.
"Macy's? Macy's always has a sale! Things are priced at "full price" there for about two hours and then the dive down to break even begins."
"Ah, but this was a special sale. A sale for gifts."
"Gifts? What about gifts? Who you getting gifts for?"
"Everybody. Don't you know that gifting time has begun?"
"Begun? When? I just noticed that daylight savings time has begun. Don't we get to enjoy the savings before the givings?"
"Not any more."
"God! It NEVER stops!
"Last week, save the effing Republic!
"This week save an hour of daylight!
"In a couple of weeks cook everyone a gigantic meal!
"Then go out and blow about a grand on gifts and get back $200 in gifts! Plus a lot of torn paper with pictures of dwarfs, horned beasts, and an old bearded man hitting on a hash pipe!"
"So, what do you want?"
"What I want is to cut straight to January 1, 2011 so I can get the hangover done with. God! It NEVER stops!"
Watch it. You'll see.
A new way of seeing and hearing this landmark.
Read by Mitch Rapoport.
Design and animation by Adam Gault and Stefanie Augustine.
Sound design by Chris Villepigue | songloft.com
A look inside the San Francisco Fire Department’s ladder factory, the only one of its kind in the United States.
Yes, this one's back from last April because, amazing as it may seem, some people actually voted for DeadOcrats. Why, oh Lord, why? Here are some "reasons."
When your friends can't explain why they voted for Democrats, give them this list. They can then pick a reason.
10. I voted Democrat because I believe oil companies' profits of 4% on a gallon of gas are obscene but the government taxing the same gallon of gas at 15% isn't.
9. I voted Democrat because I believe the government will do a better job of spending the money I earn than I would.
8. I voted Democrat because Freedom of speech is fine as long as nobody is offended by it.
7. I voted Democrat because I'm way too irresponsible to own a gun, and I know that my local police are all I need to protect me from murderers and thieves.
6. I voted Democrat because I believe that people who can't tell us if it will rain on Friday can tell us that the polar ice caps will melt away in ten years if I don't start driving a Prius.
5. I voted Democrat because I'm not concerned about the slaughter of millions of babies through abortion so long as we keep all death row inmates alive.
4. I voted Democrat because I think illegal aliens have a right to free health care, education, and Social Security benefits.
3. I voted Democrat because I believe that business should not be allowed to make profits for themselves. They need to break even and give the rest away to the government for redistribution as the democrats see fit.
2. I voted Democrat because I believe liberal judges need to rewrite the Constitution every few days to suit some fringe kooks who would never get their agendas past the voters.
1. I voted Democrat because my head is so firmly planted up my ass it's unlikely that I'll ever have another point of view.
(Via email from MH)
[Bumped because it is driving up my hit counter in a wicked way.]