Somewhere In Kenya A Village Is Missing An Idiot

2009 Report Card

A B+?  Talk about grade inflation and an ego that knows no bounds!!!  This guy is quickly becoming as bad as that peanut farming hillbilly from Plains, Georgia.  Can you get worse than F-?

Which Is It Janet...Did The System Work Or Not...Make Up Your Mind

Do all feminazis look like a man in a bad dress?

A Decision I Can Live With Happily

Ford Motor Company Kept Workers Who Praised 9/11 Employed for 3 Years

Posted By Debbie On December 28, 2009 @ 2:09 pm In Blog Posts

By Debbie Schlussel
Last week, Ford Motor Company finally won a suit by a former employee, Arab Muslim Saleem Shariff, who cheered the 9/11 attacks and high-fived fellow Arab Muslim employees on the day of the attacks.  Three others–Khalid Ali Alward, Abdul Mohamed, and Saleh Mohamed Omar–also Arab Muslims, participated and did the same thing:  they cheered and high-fived the 9/11 attacks.  And they all sued when they were not hired for permanent employment, but only Shariff appealed after losing at the trial court level.  The Michigan Court of Appeals, in an unpublished decision (which I obtained and you can read here), decided in Ford’s favor.

This case is yet another refutation of the mainstream media claim that Muslims in America didn’t cheer the 9/11 attacks and were upset like every other group of Americans.  That simply wasn’t the case.  And Saleem Shariff and his three buddies weren’t the only Muslim U.S. residents (AINOs–Americans in Name Only; pronounced:  “Ay-Nuhss”) who celebrated the mass murder of thousands of Americans.
I’m glad Ford won, but only kinda glass-four-fifths-empty glad.  You see, I’m perplexed as to why a major American automotive manufacturer with a name brand to protect, would keep in its employ four employees who cheered the wholesale murder of nearly 3,000 Americans.  Ford didn’t fire Shariff or the others until 2004, three years after he cheered and high-fived the attacks. Why not?  There is simply no excuse for it.  And it’s basically saying, well, yes, we’re a company based in America, but we’ll tolerate employees who cheer the mass murder of Americans, because we have no backbone and worship at the altar of political correctness and uber-tolerance.
Part of the problem is the union–the UAW, which also didn’t have a problem with these schmucks praising the attacks on America, and pressured Ford to keep them on.  But, certainly, this behavior would have constituted just cause for firing, even under the UAW collective bargaining agreement.  I believe Ford simply didn’t care enough to fire them immediately and stick to its guns.
Here’s a sampling of why I’m so ticked off by this and why I see the ghost of Hitler fan Henry Ford in the behavior of officials at the company he founded.

Plaintiff was a temporary employee at defendant’s [Ford's] engine plant on September 11, 2001, and was perceived, along with a coworker also of Arabic descent, as exhibiting signs of celebration when the World Trade Center was attacked [DS:  he high-fived and cheered; that ain't perceived--it's quite blatant].  Dave Allen, one of defendant’s labor relations employees, and the plant’s union agreed that plaintiff would be allowed to finish his temporary employment, and thereafter would be considered for further employment with defendant only at other locations. . . .
Plaintiff asserts in his brief that his conduct was misinterpreted “because he is Arab.”  This constitutes speculation whether laughing and exchanging high-fives after learning of the deadly terrorist attack would have been deemed acceptable if he had belong to another ethnicity. . . . Moreover, we find it illogical to suggest that the determination whether such conduct is appropriate is determined by the ethnicity of the person engaginf in the conduct, rather than the conduct itself along with the circumstances under with it occurs.

Three cheers for Michigan Court of Appeals Judges Pat M. Donofrio, David H. Sawyer, and Donald S. Owens, all of whom had the good sense in their opinion that Ford Motor Company lacked in continuing to employ these scumbags for three years after they praised attacks on America and mass murder of nearly 3,000 Americans.

Major Ballou's ENTIRE Letter...Thanks To Val From NW Wisconsin

The words and deeds of noble men are awe inspiring and humbles me to no end.

Major Sullivan Ballou's Last Letter to His Wife

A week before the Civil War Battle of Bull Run Sullivan Ballou, a Major in the Second Rhode Island Volunteers, wrote home to his wife in Smithfield.

July 14, 1861

Sara Ballou

Washington, D.C.

Dear Sara,
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days, perhaps tomorrow.  Less I shall not be able to write you again, I feel compelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I am no more.
Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure -- and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me.  Not my will, but thine 0 God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready.  I have no misgivings about or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter.  I know how American civilization now leans upon the triumph of the government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the revolution.  I am willing, perfectly willing, to lay down all my joys in this life to help maintain this government and to pay that debt.
But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows -- when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children -- is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?
I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death -- and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.
I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed.
Sara, my love for you is depthless.  It seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but omnipotence can break. Yet my love of country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly with all those chains to the battlefield.  The memory of all the blissful moments I have enjoyed with you come crowding over me.  I feel most deeply grateful to God and you that I have enjoyed them for so long.  How hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes our hopes and future years when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our boys grown up to honorable manhood around us.  I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me -- perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar -- that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed.  If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you.  How thoughtless, how foolish I have sometimes been.  How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm.  But I cannot.  I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.  But, oh Sara, if the dead can come back to this earth and fly unseen around those they love, I shall always be with you on the brightest day and the darkest night.  Always.  Always.  When the soft breeze fans your cheek, it shall be my breath.  When the cool air caresses your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.  Sara, do not morn me dead.  Think I am gone and wait for me.  We shall meet again.
As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care.  Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood.  Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters.  Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them.  O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.
Your loving husband,
Sullivan Ballou
A week after writing this letter, Major Ballou was killed at the first Battle of Bull Run.

And Mark From SW Wisconsin writes...

ISN'T IT REMARKABLE THAT THE PRESS CAN FIND EVERY WOMAN WITH WHOM TIGER HAS HAD AN AFFAIR IN THE LAST FEW YEARS, WITH PHOTOS, TEXT MESSAGES, RECORDED PHONE CALLS, ETC. THEY KNOW NOT ONLY THE CAUSE OF THE  FAMILY FIGHT, BUT THEY EVEN KNOW IT WAS A WEDGE FROM HIS GOLF BAG THAT SHE USED TO BREAK OUT THE WINDOWS IN THE ESCALADE.  NOT ONLY THAT, THEY KNOW WHICH WEDGE!!! THIS IS THE SAME PRESS  THAT CANNOT LOCATE OBAMA'S BIRTH CERTIFICATE ... OR FIND OUT WHAT PASSPORT HE TRAVELED TO PAKISTAN WITH...OR FIND ANY OF HIS PAPERS OR FUNDING SOURCES WHILE IN COLLEGE. TRULY REMARKABLE.


Hey Mark, I've got "news" for you, they don't want to...He is THEIR messiah.  Can't be telling the truth about da messiah.

Superb

The Passing of America

Otis A. Glazebrook IV

One of the most stirring moments of Ken Burns’ Public television classic, The Civil War, was David McCullough’s reading of a last love letter written a week before the first battle of Bull Run by Major Sullivan Ballou of the Second Rhode Island Volunteers to his wife Sarah, at home  in Smithfield.

By simply changing the word Sarah to America, five times, the letter has the quality of a forlorn epitaph, as if looking at the inverse, through a mirror. Sullivan Ballou confronts his own mortality. Major Ballou’s revised letter reminds me of qualities and characteristics of that unique American spirit where love of family and love of country are inextricably intertwined; as I am haunted by the passing of the America I grew up in and loved:

July 14,1861 
 Camp Clark, Washington DC 

Dear America: 

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days - perhaps tomorrow. And lest I should not be able to write you again I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I am no more. 

I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing - perfectly willing - to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this government, and to pay that debt. 

America, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but omnipotence can break; and yet my love of Country [you] comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly with all those chains to the battlefield. The memories of all the blissful moments I have enjoyed with you come crowding over me, and I feel most deeply grateful to God and you, that I have enjoyed them for so long. And how hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes and future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and see our boys grown up to honorable manhood around us. 

If I do not return, my dear America, never forget how much I loved you, nor that when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name... 

Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless, how foolish I have sometimes been!...

But, 0 America, if the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they love, I shall always be with you, in the brightest day and in the darkest night... always, always. And when the soft breeze fans your cheek, it shall be my breath, or the cool air your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. 

America do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for me, for we shall meet again...”

Major Sullivan Ballou was killed a week later at the 1st Battle of Bull Run. (First Manassas.)

Sullivan Ballou’s letter was never mailed. Sarah would receive the letter in question. It would be found later, among Major Ballou’s effects when Rhode Island Governor William Sprague traveled to Virginia to retrieve the remains of Rhode Island’s sons who had given their “last full measure of devotion”.

When Major Ballou died, his wife, Sarah, was 24. She later moved to New Jersey to live out her life with her son. Sarah never re-married. She died at age 80 in 1917.

Sullivan and Sarah Ballou are buried next to each other at Swan Point Cemetery in Providence, RI.

 America was buried yesterday under the tyranny of socialism, we just haven’t felt it … yet.

From Jon In Wisconsin...

From Rudy In New Jersey...

All this guy has done...EVER...is write books about himself.  A lot of it just plain lies.  He did absolutely nothing as a U.S. Senator.  Where was he born?  Why hasn't he released his college transcripts?  Just what was he doing in that America hating church for twenty years?  He was elected for one reason only...the color of his skin...Affirmative Action gone horribly wrong.

I Love It When My Friends Send Me Stuff...From Val And Wayne...Thanks!!!

Principle vs. Pragmatism

The truth of the matter is that when it comes to the most fundamental questions about human society, culture, and government, the middle ground is not a sensible place to occupy. When it comes down to the fundamentals, things are either right or they are wrong; to suggest that they may be right for me and wrong for you is nonsense. Moral relativism comes into conflict with the Law of Non-Contradiction when operating at the level of fundamental values.

There are, as our forefathers recognized, certain universal and self-evident truths. Human beings, for example, have been endowed by their Creator with an unalienable right to life. It is, therefore, wrong to murder an innocent human being, regardless of whether they are in the womb or in a nursing home. The act of murder is wrong regardless of who makes the decision to carry it out (mother, doctor, family) or how it is denominated (abortion, mercy killing, euthanasia). The character of an act is not changed by the rhetoric that accompanies it or the person who performs it. Such an act cannot be both right and wrong right for you and wrong for me. It is either right or wrong period.

There are certain principles that we unwilling to budge on.

Here's just one example: We believe that this earth and everything in it bears the signature of a divine Creator, who so loved the world that he sent His only Son to die on a cross for the sins of humankind. Human beings are created in his image and because of the sacrifice made to redeem them, every individual is of infinite worth, value, and dignity. Therefore, all persons rich or poor, black or white, whole or handicapped, born or unborn?have a God given right to life. That right should be protected by law and respected by society, no matter how "unwanted" or "inconvenient" it may be to others. Government should protect innocent life from the moment of conception until natural death. No public program that uses tax dollars to fund abortion or promote euthanasia should ever be foisted on the American taxpayer.

There are other principles that guide our thinking on marriage, freedom, and the role of government in a free and open society. These principles warrant discussion and debate and critical analysis. But rest assured, we will not yield on these principles no matter how much we are vilified, cajoled, or threatened and regardless of whether leaders in the House and Senate pitch a hissy fit and the pundits rant and rave until they turn blue. And if we lose in the short term, we will continue to advance these principles in the long term. There are, after all, some hills worth dying on.

In short, there are certain issues in life that are non-negotiable, no matter how seductively the siren song of "compromise" may beckon. We understand that the way of Washington, particularly in the game of politics, is to "go along to get along." However, at some point a line must be drawn, lest you find yourself slicing and dicing away at your core beliefs until you are left with nothing to believe in. As the songwriter says, "you've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything." Truer words were never spoken.

2010 Hymn Of The Republic

Mine eyes have seen the treachery of the Dems upon the Hill;
And daily they insist upon another treacherous bill;
The Constitution they do stomp and demonize and kill;
Their lies are marching on.

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
In 2010 We’ll Surely Boot Ya!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Their lies are marching on!

First they started bailouts of the banks that never end;
And then of course the stimulus bill they did indeed defend;
Health Care now appears to be their very closest friend;
Their lies are marching on.

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
In 2010 We’ll Surely Boot Ya!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Their lies are marching on!

“Cap and Tax” and Amnesty will one day get bills too;
No matter what we say to them, they’ll screw both me and you;
Their characters are flawed, and their honor is not true;
Their lies are marching on.

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
In 2010 We’ll Surely Boot Ya!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Their lies are marching on!

The Dems they have forgotten “WE, THE PEOPLE”, have final say;
And plenty of us out here can defeat their arguments all day;
In 2010 election time, from D.C. we will force them away;
Their lies are marching on.

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
In 2010 We’ll Surely Boot Ya!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Their lies are marching on!

In Philadelphia long ago America was made;
But never to be ripped apart by politicians paid;
Instead we will unite and send them home ‘cause we’re enraged;
Their lies won't be marching on.

Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
In 2010 We’ll Surely Boot Ya!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Their lies won't be marching on. Their lies won't be marching on!

Medal Of Honor Recipient Leonard Keller At Final Resting Place

LEONARD B. KELLER
Private First Class, U.S. ARMY Company A, 3rd Battalion, 60th Infantry, 9th Infantry Division

 Leonard Keller had just turned nineteen when he was drafted in the spring of 1966. He completed basic training at Fort Campbell, Kentucky, went on to advanced infantry training at Fort Polk, Louisiana, then joined the 60th Infantry in Vietnam. When he arrived that summer, he experienced culture shock. The sights, sounds, and smells made him feel that he was on a different planet.
 His unit was stationed in the Mekong Delta.
Keller’s days took on a predictable rhythm: going out “into the bush” by helicopter or boat for several days on a reconnaissance mission, then returning to base for a day of rest and relaxation, then out into the field again. But constant firefights with the enemy kept things interesting.
 On May 2, 1967, another U.S. infantry company was ambushed by the Vietcong in an area near the Ap Bac Zone, and Private First Class Keller’s unit went to the rescue. Soon after it was dropped off by helicopter, heavy fire erupted from enemy bunkers and snipers in surrounding trees. The killed and wounded from the other American company were sprawled on the ground. His own unit was also taking casualties. As he heard voices yelling, “Retreat!” Keller became angry and called out, “Let’s go get them!” to an American named Ray. The two of them charged the enemy.
 Carrying an M-60 machine gun and belts of ammunition looped over his shoulders, Keller killed a Vietcong soldier in his path. Clambering up onto a dike with Ray, he began a systematic assault on a series of enemy bunkers. First Keller laid down a base of fire,
and then his comrade lobbed grenades into an enemy position. Then it was Keller’s turn to throw the grenades while Ray provided him with covering fire. After they had taken out three more North Vietnamese positions, they continued their ferocious two-man fight against the enemy despite continuous withering fire. They were able to destroy four more North Vietnamese bunkers before their assault carried them into the tree line beyond the bunkers. There, enemy snipers who had been exacting a heavy toll on the American force climbed down from their firing positions and ran away. Eventually, the entire North Vietnamese force broke ranks and withdrew. Out of ammunition, Keller returned to his unit and helped load wounded GIs onto helicopters for evacuation.
 In the summer of 1968, Keller, now a sergeant, was back in the United States when he was informed that he was to receive the Medal of Honor. However, he left the Army that August having heard nothing more about the medal. He assumed that there had been a mistake or the brass had changed its mind. Soon thereafter he was on the West Coast when a team of Secret Service agents contacted him and told him he had to go to Washington, D.C.
 Leonard Keller was awarded the Medal of Honor at the White House on September 19, 1968. It was a moving occasion for him and for President Lyndon Johnson as well. Keller noticed that tears coursed down LBJ’s cheeks throughout the entire ceremony.

Warm and 'fuzzy facts'

By CHARLES HURT

Last Updated: 5:40 AM, December 7, 2009

Posted: 4:14 AM, December 7, 2009

COPENHAGEN -- Shakespeare's Marcellus was right. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

In this hotbed of homogeneity, where global warming is a sacred assumption for the faithful, 15,000 people will come together from 192 countries to pray for two weeks over what can be done to save the Earth from certain doom. Few places are better suited to handle the throngs of unquestioning believers who will journey from around the globe.

Dissent is not tolerated, and diversity -- in any form other than biodiversity -- is not welcome here.

But it turns out that Denmark's big claim to greenery isn't quite so impressive when you find out that they do not include one of their biggest and dirtiest industries -- shipping -- in calculating their annual carbon footprint.

That's because the last great world climate treaty, Kyoto, does not make them include their nasty shipping business in the calculation. No wonder the Danes liked that so much.

Even if President Obama gives away the farm when he arrives next week and signs some drastic pledge, it will be a treaty that must be ratified by the Senate.

His Democratic majority dwindles to basically nothing without members from coal states, heavy-industry states and other states where people generally would like to find a job.

But this crowd gathering here is far worse than just a bunch of hand-wringing Hamlets dithering in Denmark.

Some 40,000 tons of carbon will be spewed getting this crowd together and keeping them in comfort.

That is the amount of carbon dioxide produced by more than 60 of the world's smaller countries in an entire year -- combined.

churt@nypost.com

'Nuff Said

Man-Made Global Warming (AGW)...The Data Does Not Support It

• The Earth’s climate has never been static It has always changed. And nobody—not a soul—knows what an ideal climate is.
• AGW is not the only theory of climate change There are many rival theories, but you have never heard of them. One—or even none—of them might also be true and could be useful in predicting future climates.
• The accuracy of historical temperatures is questionable We do not have direct measurements for most of the Earth’s history, and have to rely on statistics—-God help us!—to impute the missing records. This process is fraught with error and uncertainty. Anyway…
• Historical temperature changes are not direct evidence of AGW Because it was cooler, or hotter, in the past is not direct evidence that AGW is true. Any historical temperature observation is consistent with all known rival climate change theories. Thus, past temperatures are, at best,indirect evidence for many different climate change theories, and not just AGW.
• Statements of what happens when it is hot outside are not evidence that AGW is true If you heard that an iceberg melted when it was exposed to hot air, you have learned what you already knew: ice melts when it is hot. Absolutely no observation of any plant, mineral, or animal is direct evidence of AGW. Thus, every horror story you have heard about small fish whose native waters got uncomfortably warm, about a species of grass that was stressed under the harsh sun, or that a small town in Argentina set a record high temperature on Tuesday, or another in Pittsburgh was especially wet one afternoon, and on and on, are not direct evidence that AGW is true. They areonly statements of what happens when it gets hot out or when it rains or fails to.
• Every statement about what might happen if AGW is true is worthless Horror stories about the evil, wretched future that awaits us once the “tipping point” has been breached are useless as evidence for AGW. They are empty of any kind of proof. “Studies” that claim future awfulness due to AGW are inappropriately and disingenuously used by scientists (and other forms of life) to hint that AGW is true. This is naughty of them. This behavior is equivalent to the Tokyo scientist who solicits his government for a Godzilla-studies grant because of the havoc the old nuclear fire breather couldcause if he were real. This grant is not evidence of Godzilla’s existence.
• The best indirect evidence for AGW is the fit of climate models to historical data AGW climate models can reproduce some of the historical data in some regions fairly well, but they cannot do so in all times or areas. And many of those rival climate change theories fit the historical data equally well. Thus, the ability to reproduce historical data to an arbitrary level of goodness is not especially strong evidence in favor of AGW.
• There does not exist direct evidence for the truth of AGW The only possible direct evidence would be if the AGW models skillfully predicted future climate data. These skillful predictions would tell us that the theory underlying the models is likely to be true. But no AGW climate models have yet skillfully predicted new data. However, some rival climate change theories have. Thus, according to the best direct evidence available, it is more likely that these rival theories are true than is AGW theory.

Class Warfare

"The housing activists at ACORN and similar organizations saw lending discrimination as a form of class and racial warfare; therefore, they saw nothing wrong with using political power to fight what they saw as a systemic form of political injustice.  With crucial aid from fellow-traveling liberals such as William Proxmire and Ted Kennedy, they succeeded in pushing through Federal legislation that put the power of the state behind their activist agenda.  Some years later, of course, the fruits of this socialistic Ponzi scheme would come home to roost and the culprits would adroitly spin around and blame unregulated capitalism.  But, from a purely economic point of view, when you use the power of government to force banks to make loans for political reasons, you don't have capitalism.  You have a system of organized, state-sponsored extortion."  Peter Schweizer

I Am Hoping For More And More Of This...

As people lift up the rock he crawled under from and see the truth.