Quote of the Day

Ari Shavit at the Haaretz.com wrote:

Chutzpah has its limits. You cannot lead an entire nation to war promising victory, produce humiliating defeat and remain in power. You cannot bury 120 Israelis in cemeteries, keep a million Israelis in shelters for a month, wear down deterrent power, bring the next war very close, and then say - oops, I made a mistake.

Must I state the painfully obvious?

The fight for Human Life is a fight to the death.

And when I say Human Life I do not mean a mere physical existence. I mean life as a rational person who is fully in charge of his or her own life. Life as a slave, to exist as hominid livestock to be used by self-appointed superior beings, is valueless. And contrary to the feelings of pacifists, peace for a slave is an abomination.

(I could go on about what I really think of peace activists but I'll keep it short by paraphrasing Keith Richards: I don't have a problem with shooting peace activists, I only have a problem with the police.)

Hezbollah exists for a single purpose, to commit mass murder. It has no rights. It cannot be negotiated with. It can only be destroyed, it must be totally erased from the face of the Earth.

Hezbollah are nothing more than vermin fit only for extermination. There is simply no other morally valid alternative.

We must remember that government is force. It should exist solely to protect the Life, Liberty, and Property of the citizens and legal residents of the nation. Government is not a platform for someone to strut about and feel good about themselves. And anyone who cannot make the effort to permanently eliminate the voluntary walking hazards to Human Life has no business standing for ANY public office. None whatsoever.

We can only hope that Prime Minister Olmert steps aside as soon as possible, and that Hezbollah violates the truce so that the Israel Defense Forces can go ahead and finish the necessary task at hand.

What are your questions on this block of instruction?


A hat tip to His Imperial Majesty, Darth Misha I

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Oh Really?

Over at The American Thinker we discover that:

Castro has managed to create a financial sinkhole. Castro owes US$36 billion in hard currency to global creditors. The entire annual GDP of Cuba is generously estimated to be US$16 billion. That makes Cuba’s debt ratio a massive 225% of GDP!

Now who in Hell was stupid enough to loan money to a Communist Dictatorship?

For that matter, who in Hell was depraved enough to believe that they could collect interest off of the products of slave labor?

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Just Memories

I remember that when Joe Lieberman was originally elected to the U.S. Senate he had been endorsed by William F. Buckley in the National Review (I was a subscriber at the time) over the paricularly vile RINO holding the seat at the time.

Joe got 48% of the vote in a closed (registered Democrats only) primary and he should win reelection as an independent. Republicans and independents are, contrary to the wishes of the Krazy-Kos-Kiddies, allowed to vote in the general election. And I wouldn't be surprised if some folks suddenly have second thoughts about voting for the rich retty-boy candidate that is backed by openly antisemitic Kos and his trust-fund-kiddy followers.

Of course I zink Kos und hiz Kiddiez should ve taken to ze river at dawn.

Vhat?

Oh, just memories...
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Quote of the Day

James Lileks on Fidel Castro:

"Eventually it will come down to this ... History will note that the people in the American jails at the tip of this island ate better than the average Cuban."

El Numero Uno should be appearing a on a milk carton ... shortly ...
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Happy Nagasaki Day.

Today we have another thousand words on the future of Islam:



What are your questions on this block of instruction?
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That's Interesting

There is a movie which has a scene where a character played by Yoko Ono was run over by a car.

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Rant for the Day

For those of you who are reading this blog for the first time my name is Les and I deliver pizza for a living.

As a rule I try to perform my delivery runs as quickly as possible, this does not necessarily mean that I take the physically shortest route but instead I usually use a route that has the least amount of interruptions, such as stop signs and traffic lights. The route I like to use to reach the northeastern edge of the delivery area is the West River Road on eastern edge of South Minneapolis. This road runs alongside the Mississippi River and has only one stop sign between Lake Street and 46th Avenue.

There is one problem with this route.

It is the assholes on bicycles.

Never mind the fact that the park board has thoughtfully provided separate bicycle paths off of the automotive traffic lanes. These assholes are a bunch of superior beings who have to ride their bicycles in the auto traffic lanes. Often they will ride side by side if they ride in groups of two or more, making it more difficult for automotive traffic to safely pass them. (Another sign of their superior being status are imitations of bicycle racing team uniforms that many of them wear. (Ayn Rand had a special term for such folks...but that's another story.))

Some of these superior beings will even ride their bicycles on below-zero (on the Fahrenheit scale) days in January in order to generate that warm-fuzzy feeling that comes from not using fossil fuel propulsion systems. (Never mind the fossil fuels that had to be used in the process of creating their sacred two-wheel transportation system.)

So anyway, around 5 PM today one of these superior beings got himself killed by a component of the local mass transit system.

Of course in order for this mishap to happen several things had to first occur. The first being the construction of the Light Rail Transit system by our glorious (and unelected) Metropolitan Council. The Light Rail Transit system, being far more expensive than simply building decent roads and buying new cars for the poor, serves primarily as a monument to the power of socialist planners and the local pork barrel politicians. Its secondary function is, of course, to oppress those freethinking souls who still insist on using private automobiles instead of joining the hominid herd riding on (what I privately call) the socialist toy train set.

How does this oppression occur?

It starts in the design and construction phases when, instead of building it above or below street level, the bulk of the trackage is laid at ground level to maximize interference with ground traffic. (There are also three bridges and one underpass across local freeways, a bridge across Lake Street, and a tunnel under the airport. There apparently are some limits to allowable interference.)

At all ground level crossings outside of Downtown Minneapolis there is a standard set of railroad crossing lights and alarms, and a set of safety arms that lowers in order to block the path of oncoming traffic. The operators of the trains will also blow the standard railroad horn that is mounted on their trains in order to warn of their approach to every intersection.

It was, of course, all of this light and noise, the clamorous warnings and physical barriers created for his benefit, that the aforementioned superior being on two wheels had to willfully ignore and evade in order to get himself splattered all over the tracks.

My lack of God, what a fucking idiot.

Perhaps we should just think of it as evolution is action.
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Thought for the Day

Here's a thousand words on the future of Islam:



Either Islam dies or Humanity dies.

Happy Hiroshima Day!
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Behold!

Morons with more money than brains.

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Just A Reminder

This is what happens when barbarians take over a civilized nation.

I think I will disobey my doctor and have a beer when that long-winded murderer finally enters Hell.

Meanwhile, over at ATTACK CARTOONS:

FIDEL: I'm not dead!
MEDIA: 'Ere. He says he's not dead!
RAUL: Yes, he is.
FIDEL: I'm not!
MEDIA: He isn't?
RAUL: Well, he will be soon. He's very ill.
FIDEL: I'm getting better!
RAUL: No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment.
FIDEL: I feel happy!

We should hear a "thunk" pretty soon. Right?

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Busted Thought Process

There are those who believe something so strongly that the belief utterly warps their perception of reality, for example, the creator of this abomination which is now being shown at the Display of Depravity:


What does the boizoid in question have to say for himself and his creation?

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE- New York, NY- July, 26 2006--- A presidential bust of Hillary Clinton is set to be unveiled at the Museum of Sex on August 9, 2006 at 10 am. Accentuating her sexual power and bolstered by the presidential seal, The Presidential Bust of Hillary Rodham Clinton: The First Woman President of the United States of America will be officially open for public viewing on August 9 for a limited six week run.


Artist Daniel Edwards describes this new sculpture as capturing Clinton "with her head held high, a youthful spirit and a face matured by wisdom. Presented in a low cut gown, her cleavage is on display prominently portraying sexual power which some people still consider too threatening."..

Hillary has no sexual power to speak of. It's the death squads that normally accompany the rise to power of such Marxist trash that rational people usually come to fear.

Ever heard of the Waco Massacre, asshole?

It was a demonstration on the part of Clinton I (a.k.a. Big Bubba) of the existence of the means to carry out Marxist style state terror and the existence of the will to use it.

Of course some folks don't care about socialist bodycounts. In their minds the rest of us simply exist as tools for their use and anyone who refuses to be a slave is just trash to disposed of. (110 million dead just isn't enough.) So what if their candidate for president is a Stalin-wanna-be? All that matters is that they will feel good about electing the first alledgedly female president.

Of course, I have my own idea of how Hillary's reign will end:

Ian saw that the old bakery building at 22nd Avenue and Washington Street was boarded up again, another attempt to redevelop the property without demolishing the original single storey brick structure had failed.

Plastered all over the structure were posters showing a black and white photograph of a sixty-ish woman, with short fake blonde hair, a standard nine-millimeter service pistol was aimed at her head. The hammer of the pistol in the photograph was blurred as though it were falling on the firing pin.

Over the photograph on the poster in all capital letters was the one word, REMEMBER.

"I'm sorry sir," said the Chief as he pointed to the posters, "but I'm not fully familiar with that bit of Terran history."

"Well," Ian replied, "That's Saint Hillary, a martyr for the holy cause of Democracy. She was just a stupid old bitch who believed that being democratically elected somehow constituted an excuse for abusive and destructive behavior."

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Thought for the Day

I was reading a thread over at LGF when the thought occurred to me:

Islam is not submisssion.

Islam is in fact systematic and nihilistic agression against Humanity and all aspects of Human life.

What are your questions on this block of instruction?
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Someone Else's Thought For The Day

Yes, I am a heartless bastard. So sue me.

-- Emperor Darth Misha I

Better to be a heartless son-of-a-bitch who harms no one then to be a bleeding heart compassionate person who thwarts justice or unleashes destruction upon the innocent.

What are your questions on this block of instruction?
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Someone Else's Thought For The Day

It's actually the thought of a fictional character in a short story that I'm in the process of writing:

We tell ourselves that we send out our warriors not to die but to fight and win, but the fact of the matter is that some of them will die.

-- Dennis Aella Sterling, Nineteenth Emperor of the Flag, Forty-forth Emperor of the Third Imperium.

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Today in Pizzaland

So I walk into the Pizza Hut this morning and the shift manager had the local Radio Pravda Air America station on the radio. I asked him why and he said that he wanted something different on.

I said that difference can be nice but it shouldn't be toxic.
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Thirty-Seven Years Ago Today

Neil Armstrong went out for a walk.
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Quote of the Day

It is in the nature of Stalinism for its adherents to make a certain kind of lying – and not only to others but first of all to themselves – a fundamental part of their lives. It is always a mistake to assume that Stalinists do not know the truth about the political reality they espouse. If they don’t know the truth (or all of it) one day, they know it the next, and it makes absolutely no difference to them politically. For their loyalty is to something other than the truth. And no historical enormity is so great, no personal humiliation or betrayal so extreme, no crime so heinous that it cannot be assimilated into the ‘ideals’ that govern the Stalinist mind, which is impervious alike to documentary evidence and moral discrimination.

-– Hilton Kramer

That a leftist will speak or write a falsehood is as metaphysically certain as the rising of the Sun in the morning.

HT to David Horowitz
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Don't go There!

The bridge to Dimention Zed.

It does actually exist over Interstate Highway 94 in St. Paul.

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Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

A Chinese company has bought the MG brandname and will build an assembly plant in Oklahoma.

Rule Britannia! Whatever!

Update at 1900 hrs CDT:

The London Times online article on this move.

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Quote of the Day

”I have big teeth. I lisp. My eyes disappear when I smile. My voice is funny. I don’t sing like Judy Garland. I don’t dance like Cyd Charisse. But women identify with me. And while men desire Cyd Charisse, they’d take me home to meet mom.”

-- June Allyson

Rest in peace.
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