Saturday, March 31, 2007


Congratulations to for keeping up with the times. The top entry in
the post is "Word of the Day" and for Saturday, March 31, it reads:
"Today's word is...sedition."


Over at Drudge, today's word is that Speaker of the House San-Fran-Nan Pelosi, currently soiling the Holy Land with her presence, is set to pop across the border and visit Secondary Axis of Evil Lifetime Member Syria, in defiance of official U.S. diplomatic policy and the urgent personal behest of the current administration.

Let us all be charitable and hope that the worst thing that happens to Mrs. Pelosi during this heinously unnatural act is that she has made crystal clear to Mr. and Ms. Ordinary American her gargantuan arrogance, her contempt for her country, and her boundless stupidi

Also to
be found at

trea·son [tree-zuhn] –noun
1. the offense of acting to overthrow one's government or to harm or kill its sovereign.
2. a violation of allegiance to one's sovereign or to one's state.
3. the betrayal of a trust or confidence; breach of faith; treachery.

[Origin: 1175–1225; ME tre(i)so(u)n <>traïson <>trāditiōn- (s. of trāditiō) a handing over, betrayal. See tradition]

1. Treason, sedition mean disloyalty or treachery to one's country or its government. Treason is any attempt to overthrow the government or impair the well-being of a state to which one owes allegiance; the crime of giving aid or comfort to the enemies of one's government. Sedition is any act, writing, speech, etc., directed unlawfully against state authority, the government, or constitution, or calculated to bring it into contempt or to incite others to hostility, ill will or disaffection; it does not amount to treason and therefore is not a capital offense. 2. See disloyalty.


Wednesday, March 28, 2007


American military prepares for
Operation "Valley Forge"

Congress to the troops:
"No shirt? No shoes?
No problem!"

Recently-Purchased Congressional Votes on Military Funding/Surrender:

HOUSE -- (voting to fund the war, stuff the cash-boxes of greedy lawmakers' pet projects, and provide the enemy with a date-certain surrender)

Self-loathing Spineles
s Yellow Jelly-fish Party -- 218 Yay

Apologetic Impotent Paralyzed Mute Party -- 212 Nay

SENATE -- (voting to fund the war and the pet projects but strip out the commitment to a date-certain surrender)

Self-loathing Spinel
ess Yellow Jelly-fish Party -- 50 Nay

Apologetic Impotent Paralyzed
Mute Party -- 48 Yay

The literally life-and-death questions of whether, over the next year
(a) when American military personnel reach into their packs for an ammunition clip, they will find one at hand,
(b) when one of them falls on the field of battle there will be anyone to step into the gap in the line,
were proposed this week in the American national legislative assemblies, right alongside questions of whether (among other things) spinach, peanuts, shrimp, Christmas trees, and political conventions will be beneficiaries of special subsidies.

Once u
pon a time, not long ago, the consumate symbol of political pork-barreling was the infamous "Bridge to Nowhere" in Alaska. Clearly the new Bridge to Nowhere is much closer to the nation's capitol-- apparently one crosses it on the way up the steps to the front door. Never, since the brainless meddling of King George III, has the American nation been so ill-served by those responsible for its government and well-being.

Hugh Hewitt has aptly dubbed this the "Kung Pao Congress" (that's "Gung Bow" to you mandarin-speakers) owing to its inexplicable loyalty to the ingredients of a good stir-fry.
"Given the pork spent today on shrimp, spinach, and peanuts, this seems like the right way to refer to the new House majority. (Special Secret Ingredient: chicken -- ed.)
Keep reading and keep weeping: the whole miserable Congressional Pork Pie is available for perusal at the Victory Caucus.


to my personal representative, Oregon Republican Senator Gordon Smith for continuing his bold course of selling out the troops.
I will be giving special consideration to arranging for his defeat in '08.

Should Republican turncoat Chuck Hagel give up his laughable bid for the Presidency and decide to stick to trying for another term in the Senate, I'll be on that case too. Defeating him for President? Yeah, right. Next question.



Just in case you had any doubts about the true nature of the
effigy-burning thugs of Portland, Oregon, you can watch them in action here and listen to their creative chants while the stuffed camouflage is immolated. Try these on for size:

(Musical interlewd)


To close out their little dog-and
-pony show, the incendiaries took up a mysterious chant about the electoral process:

Who should pick up a gun? The soldiers (BOO!)? O
r the anarchists (YAY!)? Which candidates? Which ballots? The ones cast in the three Iraqi elections? The charge of the Pelosi Brigade in ’06? The butterflies of Florida 2000? I’m so confused.

But one thing at least is clear, and it’s nothing
new. That nasty element who HATE the soldiers who fight in the war did not die with their victory at the ignominious evacuation of Saigon. They’re still here, they still spout their righteous venom.

Some things have changed, however: they no longer try to hide their hatred behind the flower-power mush of Donavan’s version of “The Universal Soldier” (composer Buffy Sainte-Marie’s version had less popular play, but was more forthrightly caustic). It’s all up front.

What they do hide these days are their faces. Notice how the brave souls who speak the unspeakable feel they must mask themselves in order to pull it off on a Saturday and go back to class on a Monday.

At least the ‘Nam-bashing hippies were willing to put their own faces on their vile pronouncements. We have the photo evidence to prove it. (spot the future Presidential candidate on the left)

Well, sort of. (spot the future Presidential candidate below)

On the other hand, there was some bare-faced protest in Portland that would have been better hidden, especially from the eyes of nearby children. One fine specimen of American youth em-bare-assed himself when he dropped his drawers and laid his personal PEACE MOVEMENT atop an already desecrated American flag. There are many reasons why such things take place (and without interference)-- if you had to narrow it down to one primary reason it would be that no matter what ordinary citizens, police, or civic officials might wish or think or do, no court in the land will ever punish creatures like this in the name of public decency.

SPEAKING OF HIPPIES (Old/Wrinkled Division)

Res Ipsa Loquitur

Department of ETERNAL YOUTH

Bill Bennett has been soliciting support-the-troop lyrics via his radio show. One creative wag named Tony contributes this:

[hat-tip: the Corner at National Review Online]

The Mission-Plan
(abject apologies to Dr. Suess, Mrs. Geisel, and all the little Geisels as ever were)

That mission-plan!
That mission-plan!
I do not like
that mission plan!

Do you like
The soldier-man?

I do like
the soldier-man!
I just don't like
the mission plan!

Would you like it
here or there?

I do not like it
here or there.

I do not like it

I do not like
the mission plan.
But I like
the soldier-man.

Can you see
the jihad-man?

Can you see him
in Iran?

I cannot see him
in Iran.

I cannot see
the jihad-man!
And if I saw him
in Iraq,
I?d have to take

my protest back!
I do not see the jihad-man,
I do not like this mission-plan!

Would you fight him
in St. Paul?
Would you oppose
jihad at all?

Not in St. Paul,
nowhere at all!
Not in Iran,
Not in Iraq!
I will not fight him here or there,
I will not fight him anywhere.
I still support the soldier-man,
although I hate the mission-plan!

Would you? Could you?
Cut the funds?
Take the money,
and then run?

I would not,
could not,
cut the funds!

You may cut them.
You will see!
Take the cash for

I would not, could not cut the funds.
Nor give the cash to anyone!

I need to get elected soon.
I cannot cut the money, loon!
I do not like this mission plan,
but the voters are big fans!
al-Sadr left his cozy house,
bin Laden's hiding like a mouse!
The mission-plan is working well!
My strategy may go to hell?

A vote! A vote!
A vote! A vote!
Could you, would you,
take a vote?

Not on the floor, nor in committee,
A vote right now would be a pity!

I could not vote now to de-fund,
Two thousand eight is all but won!
I will not criticize Barack,
Or Clinton?s vote to hit Iraq.
I do not like the mission-plan.
Or the ignorant soldier-man!
Whoops I didn't say that right,
please don't quote me, I was tight!

In the dark?
You're in the dark?
Did you just make a dumb remark?

I will not comment
on that remark.

Would you, could you, on the news?

I would not, could not,
on the news!
I support the soldier-man!
I just don't like this mission plan!
I do not see jihadi-man,
in Iraq or in Iran!
I did not say "I don't respect?"
I told a joke, to bad effect.
The Right can all just go to heck!

You do not want
to win the war?

I do not
want to,

Won't you fight the
bad jihadi?

I'm afraid
of Sadr's

Do you want to
flee right now?

No, let's "redeploy" somehow!
I cannot vote to cut supplies—
voters prize our soldiers' lives.
But I so hate the Bushie-man,
that I need to have a plan!
I?ll say I love the soldier-man!
Really, truly, I'm a fan!
Just 'cause I don't want to pay him,
Does not mean I'm seeking mayhem...
Since I cannot cut the money,
I'll try to make the PLAN look funny.
(And also call the Prez a dummy)

I do not like
this mission-plan!

But I do love the

You love the soldier-
man, you say.
Then support him,
every day!
Read the plan again, I say.

If you will let me be,
I will read it.
You will see.

This is a groovy plan!
This plan could make a better land.
This surge-y plan, this "take and hold,"
Could make jihadis much less bold?

I will not support it, though!
My party says it has to go!
Two thousand eight is near, we'll win it;
I can't switch parties, like Bill Bennett.

I do not have the courage to,
defeat's my only happy news.
And I will focus on the bad.
And I will make Iraqis sad.
I will not fight jihadis there.
I will not fight them ANYWHERE!

This is Bush's
I can't
support it?

until Hillary flip-flops and says it was hers.

Friday, March 23, 2007


topped with
monomania sausage, Guiness cheese, hair-trigger hot peppers, and magic healing-Mass mushrooms, with an extra large glass of Monaghan’s Ol' Fashioned More-Catholic-than-the-Pope Kool-Aid and a side order of Insular/Oedipal emotional-blackmail slaw.

Dominator’s Pizza magnate Tom Monaghan’s latest chess-move in his micro-management of that Floridian Portmeirion

known as Ave Maria University has been to fire Provost [professor of theology & philosophy, promoter of good liturgy, founder of Ignatius Press, all-round “can-he-really-be-Jesuit?” Catholic shite-disturber] and FOB [friend of Benedict] Fr. Joseph Fessio

only to rehire him 24 hours later, albeit in some truncated capacity.

I’m not to
tally up to speed on the finer points of the AMU chronicle, beyond the general awareness that it is hemorrhaging students, faculty, and public good-will (and probably financial support) as Monaghan seems increasingly determined to create this new Catholic World in His Own Image (something done earlier, better, by a whole Trinity of talented Persons), and to have a ready answer for that nagging Portmeirion question, "Who is Number One?"

Not content with personally molding all the statues in his Catholic Town / Higher Education theme park (click here, and be afraid, be very afraid), scuttlebutt is that Monaghan has finally exerted sufficient pressure on the more established and more successful (owing to its being more independent) Ave Maria School of Law to force closure of its Ann Arbor, Michigan, campus, and kit-and-kaboodle-transfer to the AMU Naples, Florida, campus. (“See Naples and die”?) (see “hemorrhaging” above)

Massive weeping and
gnashing of teeth greeted the surprise (you-have-24-hours-to-clean-out-your-desk) firing of Fr. Fessio, especially on the part of students. It took only a day for Monaghan and Corp. to rescind the FIAT, and offer Fessio an “association” which will see him permitted to attend commencement (and lunch afterwards????), deployed on the Florida campus in the summer with high school students, surveying AMU’s European campi during the regular term—[not so bad: Austria and Rome]-- and possibly wedged into the teaching schedule for next spring as a player to be named later.

University President Nicholas Healy described the recent events as “the separation of Fr. Fessio from the University’s
administration.” To my knowledge Fessio was neither married to nor physiologically conjoined with the University administration, nor was March 21 the date of his divorce proceedings and/or surgical detachment-- separation? say again?

I leave all this to wiser, better-informed, and more wickedly funny people than me to make sense of [ here and here ]. My parting shot is that a reformed and revivified Catholic Church must surely be added to that long list of things that Money Can’t Buy Me—Everybody Tells Me So—No No No NO.

If I ever had any enthusiasm for the enthusiasms of Tom Monaghan (and I have to admit I once did), it all came to an end when I got a look at the GOD-AWFUL design his administrative star-chamber had passed for gajillion-dollar cha
pel at his Catholic Town campus. SWEETE JESU!!!!!

Apparently it was generally considered such a gross-out that the design was revised. Oh, this is MUCH better!

The Curt Jester feels that the Church of Monaghan has actually come full circle and re-instituted
the whole concept of radio-based revivalism. Look out, Aimee Semple McPherson, your day has re-dawned!:

The Jester proposes an interior design which could start a whole new communications revolution called “AMU-Tube”.

Comments at the Jester’s include the dedication of this edifice as the "Shrine of Saints Amos and Andy”.

Provosts come and go, staff gets hired and fired, but arc
hitectural crime is forever.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007


Heard today at congressional hearings on Globull Warmitude from Veep-that-was Al Gore:

"The planet has a fever," Gore said. "If your baby has a fever, you go to the doctor."

Good news, Al! The Doctor is IN!!

And we're so grateful!

Meanwhile, back in my old home town of Portland, Oregon, there are some folks who are at least more honest in their wartime enthusiasms than the average Washington Democrat and his/her willing accomplices on the Lower Left Coast:

LAND OF THE FREE, we salute you.

Monday, March 19, 2007


Some days I spend a whole day crobbling
together a post for this blog. Other days there is absolutely no point, sometimes for the good reason that someone else has done it, said it, so much better than I could ever hope to.

Today thanks are due [a "hat-tip" hardly says it, a 21-gun salute might begin to cover it] to JULES CRITTENDEN at Pajamas Media and Forward Movement (via Hugh Hewitt), who has put together a post that should sear itself into the mind of every person who will express an opinion and/or cast a vote mindful of the state of our union anytime in the next two years.

Read it, watch every video (if you can bear it), and weep.

Weep for the busloads of cowards, traitors, drunks, frat-boys, shrikes, whores, monomaniacs, saccharine grannies, bloated bores, pocket-stuffers, pimps, pederasts, panderers, gropers, drowners, pasty-white-flabby-assed Monday-morning hangin' judges, posturing nit-pickers, onanist pig-counters, and assorted self-sodden mediocrities whom we routinely elect to the highest positions of power-- perverters of law, of language, and of the truths of history-- denizens of the political pond from the scum at the top, through the toxic larval wigglers in the middle, to the slithering bottom-feeders.

And then stand
in awe and wonder that there were ever people of courage, principle, and eloquence as those celebrated on this post, in such abundance as to have lived and written the history that brought us all into being.

And then
say a prayer that something short of a cloud of anthrax and radioactive fallout, and an acre of severed heads, gives enough of us the wake-up slap to be conscious of what, on our best day, we might be capable of doing for each other.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

TWO DAYS AND COUNTIN' till we toast old St. Paddy (Patrick, Padraig, Poric, O’Whatever).

Big plans in a certain local Irish household, which may include my annual pummeling of the Bodhran.

Anticipated Events of the Green Day:

(And I don’t mean these people)


will face off with Jihad Jane Fonda and friends:

What: Gathering of Eagles

When: March 17th, 2007

0700-1600 (7 AM to 4 PM)

Where: The Vietnam Veteran's Memorial Wall, Washington D.C.

Why: To stand silent guard over our nation's memorials, in honor of our fallen, and in solidarity with our armed forces in harm's way today. Read our mission statement.

Leftist activists who march to the Pentagon [on Saturday March 17] will discover that their path won't be as clear as it has been in the past.The group, led by Cindy Sheehan, Jane Fonda, Ramsey Clark and their ilk, plan to gather March 17 at the Vietnam Memorial Wall to begin a march to protest America's involvement in the Iraq war. The date marks the fourth anniversary of the war's beginning. This time, however, protestors will see objectors if they spit on Iraqi veterans again, or throw paint on a war memorial. This time, they will encounter a buzz saw of Vietnam veterans and supporters who will gather to protect the Wall, and show their support for U.S troops. The counter-protestors are calling themselves the Gathering of Eagles. [hat-tip U.S. Vets Dispatch ]

P.S. Apparently Rolling Thunder, the brigade of bikers who are dedicated to keeping Veteran/MIA issues on the front burner, will have an official presence (minus the bikes) at the Gathering of Eagles. The Patriot Guard Riders—another briga de of bikers who travel far and wide to protect the dignity and privacy of military funerals from being disrupted by monster Fred Phelps of the Westboro “Baptist Church” and his bizarre spawn—do not take an official stand on the GOE, but invite their membership to attend, in colors, if so inclined.

Sure wish I could be there – think I’ll buy a set of armbands for the family.



I’d be surprised if quietly determined Veterans' advocate Gary Sinise were to be seen on hand with the Gathering of Eagles on Saturday, since he tries to remain above politics as he carries out his tireless work on behalf of American military personnel, and of the Iraqi children whose lives have been impacted not just by four years of war but by a two-generation-long reign of Baathist terror. [Besides, it’s his birthday on Saturday-- happy 52nd, ya big kid.]

In addition to touring his incredibly accomplished Lt. Dan Band for the USO, and maintaining (with screenwriter Lauren Hillenbrand) the work of his foundation Operation Iraqi Children, Sinise is now the official spokesman for the American Veterans Disabled for Life Memorial

a project underway to erect a memorial to all disabled veterans, near the National Mall in Washington D.C.When I first heard about this project, I had a moment’s hesitation. Supporters are seeking $65 million to design, build, and maintain the memorial.It’s only natural to wonder whether that money might be better spent on the needs of the veterans themselves, especially as we are finding out more and more about the degree of bureaucratic negligence our wounded veterans are enduring as they try to access medical care.

On the other hand, there are many different kinds of wounds, and as many ways to salve them: while it is unconscionable to cut corners on pragmatic needs like facilities and therapy, official recognition, appreciation, and evidence of history’s remembrance offer something very real to the veteran who has given some portion of the prime of his life in service to his fellow man, and must carry with him the scars and confined horizons of a permanent disability. We are all of us body and soul, and both must be nourished.

I can’t say that I am completely knocked out by the memorial’s design, as proposed— it seems to have borrowed a lot from the Vietnam “Wall” without having learned the lessons which made it necessary to add Frederick Hart’s brilliant sculpture “Three Soldiers” to the Vietnam site;

nor has it been guided by the success of the deeply evocative Korean War Memorial,

and the failures of the cold, Soviet-bland National World War II Memorial.

Perhaps one can hope for some re-thinking of the planned site before it comes into being. My advice: lose the “branding/logo” look of the little star, and don’t be afraid to go “heroic”—it works for the Marines across the river.

Anyway, kudos to the CSI:NY birthday boy for his continued hard work, always minus the Hollywood-style grand-standing. Hope my fellow Chicago native spends some part of the day enjoying his green beer.


That’s “If you want to live in peace, be prepared for war” – or something like that. (My Latin starts to flag after the Credo and the Salve Regina.)

It’s also the name of the weblog of Iraq vet Rusten Currie, whose sentiments about his work in the Big Sandbox I highlighted here back in February 2006. He doesn’t write a lot since he’s been home, but I occasionally drop in for a visit, and this one yielded something interesting, datelined last February. Currie received a communication from “an NCO in Afghanistan" whose thoughts of the moment echoed Currie’s own when he was in theatre. Apparently that NCO is really TIRED of a whole lot of things about this war—money quotes:

I am tired of Democrats who tell me they support me, the soldier on the ground, and then tell me the best plan to win this war is with a "phased redeployment" (liberal-speak for retreat) out of the combat zone to someplace like Okinawa...

I am tired of the Democrats whining for months on T.V., in the New York Times, and in the House and Senate that we need more troops to win the war in Iraq, and then when my Commander in Chief plans to do just that, they say that is the wrong plan, it won't work, and we need a "new direction."...

I am tired of senior officers and commanders who fight this war with more of an eye on the media than on the enemy, who desperately needs killing....

I am tired of the decisions of Sergeants and Privates made in the heat of battle being scrutinized by lawyers who were not there and will never really know the state of mind of the young soldiers who were there and what is asked of them in order to survive....

I am tired of senior officers and commanders who are too afraid for their careers to tell the truth about what they need to win this war to their bosses s
o that the soldiers can get on with kicking the ass of these animals....

I am tired of Code Pink, Daily Kos, Al-Jazzera, CNN, Reuters, the Associated Press, ABC, NBC, CBS, the ACLU, and CAIR thinking that they somehow get to have a vote in how we blast, shoot and kill these animals who would seek to subdue us and destroy us....

I am tired of hearing soldiers who are stationed in safe places talk about how hard their life is.

And my personal favourites:

I am tired of begging to be turned loose so that this war can be over...

I am tired of Rules of Engagement being made by JAG lawyers and not Combat Commanders. We are not playing Hopscotch over here. There is no 2nd place trophy either.

There’s more – visit retired intel officer Currie’s SVP,PB site and lap it up. (Consider going back and reading on from his first post – I haven’t read them all, but what I’ve seen would give the, LIE to the Kerry/Rangel/American Friends Service Committee meme that only the hopeless and clueless join the military. Would love to see Rangel trying to tackle all the Latin that keeps popping up through Currie’s posts. Duh-h-h-h-h…….)


AN elite group of Native American trackers is joining the hunt for terrorists crossing Afghanistan's borders.

The unit, the Shadow Wolves, was recruited from several tribes, including the Navajo, Sioux, Lakota and Apache. It is being sent to Tajikistan and Uzbekistan to pass on ancestral sign-reading skills to local border units.

In recent years, members of the Shadow Wolves have mainly tracked smugglers along the US border with Mexico.

Everywhere you chase this story it seems to originate at The Australian – odd that no America-based, Ward-Churchill-loving, Friends o’ the Earth types seem to have picked it up—guess they just can’t bear to see that among today’s aboriginal folks are some who have eschewed the call to Professional Victimhood and have embraced a long-standing heritage as proud (if not always particularly well-treated) members of the American military, dating back to the Civil War.

Initially I thought this might just be a “stunt”—have we noticed that the Bush administration is not above doing things that are downright silly in the face of deeply SERIOUS challenges? (F'rinstance, sending horse-faced muffin-mom Karen Hughes out to cheerlead for her Dubya amongst the far-flung Islamistas—God help us.)

However, a little judicious research [here and here], and one realizes that the use of these trackers is a move (like so many others) long overdue, one that a really serious war-president would probably have made some time ago. Interesting stuff, this.


At the movies: WILD HOGS

You gotta love it – Hollywood (and those Canadians & Europeans) fall all over themselves trying to be deep and significant, wallowing in the ever-metastasizing delusion that they are capable of re-making the world into a model of simple, peaceable, non-materialistic Care-Bearing (one that they themselves could never manage without private jets and an entourage), and who is it who connects with the film-going public?

A bunch of mid-century men with thickening torsos and creeping crepe-necks who set off on motorcycles on a journey of self-discovery on which they discover that free-spirited, irresponsible rebels are jerks, and it’s okay to be, on the whole, kind of boring as long as you keep a spark of fun tucked away here and there. It was dumb and silly. A packed theatre (with a disproportionate presence of male-pattern-balding in attendance) laughed happily all the way through, and burst into warm (not wild) spontaneous applause when the trick ending wound up.

TAKE THAT, you Blood-Diamond/Syriana/Day-After-Tomorrow/
Manchurian-Candidate/Jarhead/Death-of-a-President -
thumping artistes du cinéma.

Nice try. Touchstone Pictures is laughing all the way to the bank.

Interesting stats at Yahoo movie site:

14 critics from major papers – average grade D+

"The contempt of Wild Hogs for its audience is so glaringly self-evident it's sickening."

Over 9000 viewers who spent the money – average grade B (with many giving straight A’s)

Get a grip, critics! Did anybody buy a ticket thinking this was going to be screenplay by Noel Coward?!

P.S. Google "Wild hogs -- images" and be astounded at how many pages and pages there are of pictures that have NOTHING to do with the movie of the same name.


If you pray for anything in St. Patrick's name, please let it be that the day of this ghastly holy card art dominating Catholic taste will some day meet its well-deserved apocalypse.