Monday, May 30, 2011


[Thanks, as ever, to Michael Ramirez.]


Capt. Kyle Van de Giesen, USMC

1st Lt. Jared Landaker USMC

1st Lt. Travis Manion USMC
Lt. Brendan Looney USN


And all those who "sleep in Flanders fields", wherever those fields may lie.

Friday, May 20, 2011



The Anointed One, President Barry Hussein Obama, came down from the mountain-top and delivered his hopes and changes, for the Middle East in general and Israel/Palestine in particular, to a waiting world. There was some of this:
A lasting peace will involve . . . Israel as a Jewish state and the homeland for the Jewish people, and the state of Palestine as the homeland for the Palestinian people.
Sounds lovely. Going to get a little awkward when it dawns on him that there is no such thing as a "Palestinian people" -- those who currently squat in a place called Palestine (yea, unto the third generation) are ethnically tied to Jordan, and have national origins there, or Syria, or some other where. Hey, funky moderns, if you think GENDER is a social construct, it ain't got nothin' on being Palestinian.

There was lots of other fun stuff about building two neighbour states, one of which (Israel) will consist of a little bowl whose rim is packed solid with people craving its destruction. Remember
Bill Cosby's old routine about what would happen if the coin-toss that starts a football game were transferred to other historical conflicts? Custer comes to mind. As Cosby put it:
Cap'n Sitting Bull says that you and your boys gotta wait down at the bottom of the hill, while him and all the Indians in the world ride right down on ya.
That's what you get when you give up the Golan Heights, etc.

And, of course, the pre-1967 borders which Mr. Obama, in his boundless genius, has set as a pre-condition for negotiations, would basically hand over Jerusalem to the Palesto-Muslimite-Fatahamas peoples. That just can't be good.

As the Gateway Pundit reminds us, look how well they took care of the Church of the Nativity when they had it for a month -- now we want to give them Golgotha? Great plan, Oh Great One.

This, by far, my favourite passage from the speech. This is what a private prep school, Occidental/Columbia undergraduate, and Harvard Law School education gets you:
The fact is a growing number of Palestinians live west of the Jordan River. Technology will make it harder for Israel to defend itself. A region undergoing profound change will lead to populism, in which millions of people, not just one or two leaders, must believe peace is possible. The international community is tired of an endless process that never produces an outcome. The dream of a Jewish and democratic state cannot be fulfilled with permanent occupation.
Say wha'?

Hugh Hewitt gets it right: "incoherent...Five sentences, five different subjects, none of them unambiguous, all of them pregnant, and ending with the declaration that what we have now if permanent occupation."

Another money quote:
The full and phased withdrawal of Israeli military forces should be coordinated with the assumption of Palestinian security responsibility in a sovereign, non-militarized state. And the duration of this transition period must be agreed, and the effectiveness of security arrangements must be demonstrated.
Professor Hewitt: "... and we must have unicorns."


How 'bout a little fairy dust too?

The best
part is that, while the Anointed One was rolling out the cups and tablespoons and pinches of surrender in his recipe for Israeli immolation, he was simultaneously embracing the Bush Doctrine of Missionary Democratizement among the Heathen -- the apex of which was [Allah be praised] the success of the democratic experiment in IRAQ.
In Iraq, we see the promise of a multiethnic, multisectarian democracy. There, the Iraqi people have rejected the perils of political violence for a democratic process. . . . Iraq is poised to play a key role in the region.
Does this guy have brass 'nads, or what?

Not that I'm arguing with him on this point. I'm just slapping myself upside the head to make
sure I heard right.

Tip o' the hat to Bush 43? Yeah, sure.

Didn't take Israeli President Benyamin Netanyahu too long to ride into town, sit down the in the guy's own office, and spit right back at the O-man that he was having none of it, thank you.

There's more substance in this 6-minute clip than in 6 of Obama's speeches.

Said it in
2008, sayin' it again: I don't know how any Jew could ever vote for this man. [Obama, not O-Bibi]

But they will, in 2012 -- many, many of them will
do it again. I don't get it.

Unless, of course, by November 2012 there is a smoking crater where Israel used to be. Then they may think twice about it.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011


The Republican field of had-beens and side-show fire-eaters is blessedly narrowing: Huckster Huckabee declines, Trump opts for tinsel and tap-dancing, Romney and Gingrich stay technically in the race, but choose political calculation over principle and assume kami-kaze mode.

The day is fair, the plain is wide and green -- look to the high ground, and see where the young lions cast their eyes across the expanse, in anticipation of sauntering down the hill through the tall grass and into the fray: Ryan, Bachman, Christie, Rubio, West, go forward to nudge their noses up against the waiting Pawlenty and sharp-toothed Cain -- amid Palin's roars of encouragement and zeal issuing from the Alaskan heights [above and to the left on the map, but standing shoulder to shoulder and to the right among the Party].

Snarl, stalk, pounce.

Anybody seen Fred Thompson?

Thursday, May 12, 2011


Uh, yeah. Right.

After years of odious behaviour with women, this was the topper. Remember it.

I am quite prepared to believe that Newt's conversion to Catholicism is sincere, as far as it goes. Or perhaps I would believe more deeply in it if it were accompanied by a realization that, as a fitting embrace of humility, it is his time to develop his talents as a historian and withdraw from the corrupting life of politics and public attention -- he has much, MUCH to atone for privately, and it is time for a more private life.

That he is prepared to welcome the full spotlight of a presidential run, and all that it will illuminate in his catalogue of personal sins, makes one wonder whether he has cultivated a sufficient sense of sin to consider his conversion complete. Let's remember his first response the first time he was questioned [for which he should have been amply prepared with an answer reliant on the Christian vocabulary of contrition], politely but pointedly, by a Christian journalist, about his dingy moral history. It was pathetic.

Newt Gingrich will never be President. The fact that he can't see this is evidence enough that he is still seeing through a glass darkly, and has a long way to go on the road to conversion. It's a road he should walk in solitude, not in the glare of public adulation. Sad.

Post-script: It is, of course, important to note that, by all accounts, Gingrich's personal history is pale compared to that of, say, Ted Kennedy, and it is flagrant injustice that Gingrich past sins will be illuminated with as much intensity as Kennedy's were hidden by a complicit press. But, at the end of the day, we must note that, after Chappaquiddick, everybody knew that Kennedy would never be President either, and, despite his best efforts, he never was. Despite the decades-long shielding by the complicit press, the American public did not forget, and Kennedy's fate was sealed at Martha's Vineyard -- thank God. If he'd been elected, I'd have had to move to Canada.

Oh wait. I did that anyway. But it was an apolitical, rather than political, move. That's my story and I'm sticking to it -- cuz it's true.

If I may quote myself:
Step out of the way, Newt. If it was ever your moment (and I doubt that), it has most assuredly passed. Make way for the New Kids on the Block (Kantor, Ryan, Rubio, even Palin. No Newt, no Mitt, no way. That's it.)

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


New York Times Magazine runs an anti-military hit-piece as its cover story a week before the Navy Seals become national heroes for giving Osama Bin Laden some old-fashioned high-velocity "lead poisoning". Obviously not bothered by the fact that it's a re-hash of Rolling Stone's recent anti-military hit-piece. Heck, when your professional soldiers are drooling homicidal maniacs, one can't cover the same piece of news too often.

Nice cover.

Interestingly, the article appeared on the same weekend I took this picture. Here's how my son the Marine-beast passes his off-hours.

What a psycho.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


Radio guru and tart-tonged funny-man Dennis Miller recently suggested that someone should write a parody of "The Night Before Christmas" to cover the Mother's Day events in Abbottabad, Pahkeestahn. On the fly he tried to name it, and came up with "Twas the Night Before Monday."

Here is my entry. Miller did not choose to post it. Epic Fail, if you ask me. See what you think.

Twas the night before Monday,
And all through the yard,
Not a creature was stirring
Not even the guard.
My turban was hung
On a hook by the closet,
And I’d put on that bathrobe
With its secret cash deposit.

The children were nestled,
Three or four to a bed,

While visions of goatburgers
Danced in their heads.
And mama in her bed-socks

And pink silk chador
Had just settled down
With one eye on the door,

When up on the roof
There arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed
To see what was the matter.
Then away from the window
I ducked like a flash
And wondered if someone

Was stealing my stash.
The moon on the breast
Of my new teen-aged wife

Gave me major incentive
To cling to my life.

When what to my wondering
Eyes should appear
But a camouflaged hulk
In a mountain of gear,
With a bunch of his comrades
So lively and quick,

I just about pee’d
And I thought I’d be sick.
More rapid than eagles
To the rooftop they came.
And they grunted and shouted
And called me by name.
“You Bastard, you raghead,
You murdering f#ck --
You’ve bombed your last building
And humvee and truck!

So mumble to Allah,
‘Cause the last thing you’ll see
Is one bullet from New York,

And one from D.C.,
And then Pennsylvania,
And then we’ll be done.
You got nowhere to hide,
You got nowhere to run.”
They had hovered above,

Down their ropes they had shimmied.
They came in from all sides,
Everywhere but the chimney.
As I rubbed my red eyes

And collected my hat
They had filled up the bedroom
And cornered their rat.
They had night-vision goggles
And great big-ass guns,

And scared me so bad
I developed the runs.
Their rifle-sights glinted
And fixed on me tight.

Their cheeks were all green
And their teeth gritted white.
The beard on my chin
Turned as white as the snow,
And I knew I was done for,
With no place to go.

My skinny old face
And my lazy-boy belly
All shook when they laughed,
Like a bowlful of jelly.
I gave a weak smile

And a ‘whatever’ shrug.
The last thing I remember
Was the 45 slug.”

Then up to the house-top
These warriors blazed,
Jumped into their choppers,
And skyward they raised,
With a sh#t-load of hardware
From Osama’s hut

And a body-bag ready
For his sorry butt.

And back home in Washington,
Deep under the White House,

All the President’s men,
And one President’s spouse,
Were all taking notes
[with a few variations!]
To spread to the press
And the rest of the nation.

There was one basic theme
On which there was agreement:
That Obama, like Beowulf,

Had gone after the demon.
Like Leonidas, Caesar,

King David, or Patton,
Like Joanie of Arc,
Or that genius Saladin,
He’d pounded his fist
And said “It’s a go!”
Then they gave him a footstool

To sit on for the show.
He had raced off the golf course
To watch it go down,
And the nation was grateful
He'd managed to be in town.
He spoke not a word
While the Seals were at work,
In fear that, beside them,
He’d look like a jerk.
But I heard him exclaim,
As they choppered from sight,

“Hot-damn! Who’d have thought it?
I guess Might can do Right!”

Saturday, May 07, 2011


Wednesday, May 04, 2011



Self-embedded journo J.D. Johannes sends reactions from Helmand Province, Afghanistan. No dance of jubilation here.


Acerbic journo Christopher Hitchens (peace be upon him, plus a miraculous cure of his cancer through the intervention of Blessed John Henry Newman.....) weighs in on the Bin Laden take-down. Can't argue with anything here.

This just in:

A caller to Rush, in a dandy New York accent, just described us as "a nation of milksops". Well, not the whole nation. Just the shrinking violets in this photo -- that's not everybody, mind you. Who's the smallest, most pouty-looking guy in the room? :

Rush just now asks the $64 billion question: if the Navy Seals had put women's underwear on Osama's head, would the administration and Dick Durbin have demanded the release of the photos?

Rush -- such a tease.

This just in:

Some IDIOT REPUBLICAN -- Mike Rogers, House Republican Intelligence Committee Chairman, speaks on 60 Minutes this Sunday.
Imagine how the American people would react if Al Qaeda killed one of our troops or military leaders, and put photos of the body on the internet.




Two words for you, Representative Rogers: Menchaca and Tucker.

Think I'll send Mr. Rogers an email to his Beltway neighborhood.


A slight exaggeration, but only that. According to "White House Insider" this was not so much a "gutsy decision" on the President's part, but a decision forced down his guts by E.T. (Leon Panetta, resident grown-up) and others with a better-developed sense of world affairs. And the ditherer-in-chief still took 16 hours and a nap to make up his mind about it. We have that from Britain's Daily Mail -- and aren't we tired of hearing top-line U.S. stories only from people overseas?

White House Insider is an unidentified internet source, with a long history of exposing chaos and incompetence inside the Obama administration, whose reports are published on a few different third-party sites. He or she is apparently a big Hillary Fan, so not some plant from Fox News or other Traitors to America (/sarcasm on).

I just discovered him/her only yesterday, and can make no claims for validity, but have since found that someone as savvy and sage as
Roger Simon pays serious attention, and has urged the dude/dudess to come out of the shadows.

Some background here. One to watch for, I'm guessing.


Again from the Brits, at Sky News.

We report, you decide.

Oh say can you see
Muslim sensitivities,
Which so proudly we hail
Facing east on our knees.

Tuesday, May 03, 2011



I'm embarrassed to admit that, with all the other events of this weekend, personal and global, I have neglected to devote any time to watching or reading about the Beatification of Pope John Paul II. But how wonderful that the events of his life, death, and growing hagiography have changed forever the complexion of "May Day".


Blessed John Paul would approve of my excuse: just too busy gathering with the fam in sunny So-Cal to witness as new granddaughter was welcomed into the Body of Christ, waking up just long enough to "WAH!" her assent. A truly beautiful blossom on the family tree.


Felicitations to the once and future King William of What's Left of the Empire, and future Queen Katherine. We wish them the best, despite the fact that it was a case of "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to join in Holy Matrimony this man and this woman who have been shacked up together for at least three years that we know of, and undoubtedly making the beast with two backs for years before that....."

Considering the colossal marital failures of his immediate family, especially the tragic exploitation of his child-bride mother, one can hardly blame Prince Wills for creeping a slow and twisted path toward the altar of glaringly public commitment.

Anyway, lovely show (if musically under-served -- pretty boring choices on the whole -- "Jerusalem" all the more outstanding by comparison). And sincere hopes that the good side of Diana -- the one that enabled her boys to physically embrace the dark-skinned, the down-and-out, and the diseased, and to scrub toilets in Patagonia or eat dust in Afghanistan, and to wait in line behind the "commoners" at McDonald's -- will aid them both, toward transforming yet preserving the British monarchy for generations to follow.



There have been scores of brilliant headlines in the past 48 hours, many of them via the always brilliant Instapundit. This may be my favourite:

Team Six: From Cheney's Secret Assassination Squad To Obama's Super-Awesome Clean-up Crew

Team Six is the elite pocket of the Navy Seals that carried out the 40-minute raid that ended ten years on the hunt for September 11 Master-mind and Sugar Daddy, Osama Bin Laden.

The headline says it all: how every corner of political left in America, from the raving street-mobs to the cosmetically "civilized" denizens of federal congress, took one position while George W. Bush was President [an official position which, we hasten to add, they maintained aggressively during the Obama campaign of 2008, and during the formative years of the Obama administration], and took the totally opposite position, at least for one week in springtime, in order to support and praise a military mission ordered by President Barack Obama.

Let us be clear [as Rush Limbaugh has just now pointed out -- I paraphrase]:

The assassination raid which killed Osama Bin Laden was made possible ONLY by the kind of interrogations carried out years ago, during the Bush presidency, for which Obama and many others now wielding power in Washington D.C. would happily have prosecuted and at least impeached, if not imprisoned, the former President, Vice-President, and members of their administration.

And, had this assassination been carried out during the Bush administration, Obama and the voices of the left would have made the case that such an act would inevitably create and incite more terrorists, and make the world less safe.
No rational and/or literate human being can deny this. The record is the record.

[I suspect that Limbaugh will be putting his monologue up on the site this afternoon. Audio's of the past two days are on his Facebook page. Nobody can lay it out better.]

The record is the record. Or is it?


What colour is the sky in your world, Mr. Gregory? Does it hurt your brain to engage in contortions too extreme for Cirque de Soleil?

[hat-tip Breitbart TV]

As one of my military family once put it (can't remember which one -- possibly the nephew), we went in there to win hearts and minds: one to the heart, two to the mind. Waitin' for the photos.

By the way....


Of course not. That was the point -- the point of releasing it when a third of the entire planet (literally) was preparing to watch Wills and Kate get married. The Prime Directive of political PR is that, if you have bad news, release it on a Friday when everybody's focused on their weekend fun. The Birth Certificate came out on a Wednesday, but heck, with the wedding on Friday, the excitement at fever pitch, and the pre-game shows in full swing, the weekend really started on about Wednesday, so timing was perfect......




Even if you believe the certificate is genuine, and Barry Soetero was birthed on Oahu [and I'm quite prepared to believe it -- though I was equally prepared not to, in which case I preferred it not be discovered], the issues surrounding Obama's childhood and the phony biography he has been selling for years [I'm not talking about Dreams From My Father -- that's just a symptom] are still an albatross, and not the sort of thing the President wants floating to the surface as he prepares to run in 2012.

It's still a mystery as to why Obama has spent nearly three years and a rumored $2 million resisting the release of the certificate. If his calculation was that the longer the birthers boil over about it, the more foolish they look, and the 2 mill is a small price to pay for keeping them in this condition -- well, that's actually a reasonable political strategem.

But maybe it's still risky to have them on the fringes of the campaign in the summer of 2012, so better defuse it earlier on, especially as fund-raising is gearing up. So release the certificate -- which shines a light on the fact that his mother was a gormless teenager at the time, and his father a 25-year-old itinerant student who may or may not have married her -- and do it well enough ahead of time, at a moment when it would be swamped by other news, and you have the best possible scenario for putting the matter to rest. Game, set, match. Advantage Obama.

That was the theory. Subsequent efforts by the Mainstream Media (and Obama himself) to paint the President as the bold captain who forged the plan to take out Osama, and who stood alone in that crossing-the-Delaware moment as he gave his manly utterance "Get 'er done" to cue his well-muscled death squad er, Special Ops team, are designed to make the swamping seem complete.

Good luck with that, scribblers. At the end of the day, there is way to much fibre optic cable lying around to allow you to stuff the inconvenient truths down the memory hole.


Let's not forget one of the other famous deeds of Navy Seal Team Six. Our friends on the Left cheered and jeered when the Seals were subject to Court Martial for punching one of the world's most wanted terrorists, and giving him (ooooh) a bloody lip in the process of apprehending him, alive, for prosecution. All were exonerated, of course, because it was 100% B.S. Where were their fans in the sycophantasmic media then?

A peaceful and uneventful next weekend to one and all.

P.S. Last night Canada voted in a Conservative majority government, and despatched the Liberal Party (Canada's Natural Rulers, if you ask them) into political Siberia. Spring is here.