Wednesday, December 31, 2014
For several years now, Doug Ross has presented his Fabulous 50 Blog Awards recognizing blogs and websites “which have worked tirelessly to promote conservatism, free market capitalism, fiscal sanity, the sovereignty of the individual and otherwise protect America from the cockroach-like Statists.”
As is the case every year, your humble hobbit has somehow been overlooked. Perhaps it can be traced to the fact that I lack literary flair, a charming attitude or animal magnetism to the opposite gender. Whatever the reason, there are still those who regard my work as worthy of a modicum of praise.
Doug Hagan, proprietor of The Daley Gator, put a smile on my face when he honored me with “The 50 Blogs You Must Follow In 2015.” Doug praised this blog saying it was “one of a kind.” He made my day, my month, hell, even my year.
They say humility is divine. I’m in pretty good company in Doug’s list. I will try to be humble. Thank you Doug and thanks to everyone for their readership. I hope you will continue to stop by in the coming year.
I encourage you to visit Doug’s blog and check out the entire list.
Monday, December 29, 2014
Sunday, December 28, 2014
I watched with great interest the interview on CBS’s Face the Nation this morning as Chief White House Correspondent, Major Garrett, was sitting in for Bob Schieffer.
Garrett began the interview with former NYC Mayor Rudy Giuliani by saying, “Let’s clear one thing up. You said a while ago that President Obama contributed to a rhetorical atmosphere about hating American police and The Washington Post fact-checked you on that. I cover the president every single day. I’ve never detected anything that comes along the line of propaganda urging the country to hate police. Do you want to recast that or take that back?”
Giuliani said, “Oh, not at all. I think you missed one very important point.”
Watch as he eviscerates the Rev. Al Sharpton and his association with The World’s Most Dangerous Community Organizer and current mayor Bill de Blasio.
I make no secret of my respect for Mayor Giuliani.
The Panthers went two full months, from October 6 to December 6, without a win. Today, the 6-8-1 “Angry Kitties” clash with the 6-9 Falcons in the Georgia Dome at 4:25 PM ET. The game is airing on CBS.
This is a “must win” for Carolina or they can kiss the post-season goodbye.
Running back DeAngelo Williams is slated to start today after being benched with a broken bone in his right hand which he suffered in the Cats’ loss to the Vikings on November 30th.
For Carolina to win today, they’ve got to stop Atlanta’s Pro Bowl receiver Julio Jones who can be a nightmare to defend. If Carolina fails, it’s going to be a long day.
The oddsmakers put the Panthers as 4-point underdogs. They are fighting for the last remaining playoff spot in the NFC. I hope Coach Rivera has the good sense to put in backup quarterback Derek Anderson if Newton isn’t getting the job done.
And because no football post would be complete without some pom-poms, please enjoy these Top Cats in their Santa outfits.
Saturday, December 27, 2014
|Ceremonial flag presented to widow of slain NYPD officer Rafael Ramos|
FULL TRANSCRIPT OF NEW YORK CITY POLICE COMMISSIONER’S EULOGY FOR OFFICER RAFAEL RAMOS
Every time I attend a cop's funeral, I pray that it will be the last. But I know it won't. As I watch the casket carried past all those salutes, I wish it weren't real. But it is. And as I look into the faces of the loved ones left behind—whose worst fear has been so suddenly realized—I silently hope, "never again." But here we are.
My first police funeral was 44 years ago. On September 24, 1970, Boston Police Department Patrolman Walter Schroeder was ambushed by a violent group of anti-war extremists, shot in the back as he responded to a bank holdup.
In 1970 Boston, like America, was a tumultuous place: protests for civil rights, anti-war demonstrations, anti-government demonstrations; anti-police demonstrations. Divisive politics polarized the city and the country.
Maybe that sounds familiar. The murder of Officer Schroeder shook the foundations of City Hall and the Boston Police Department. It sowed doubt and fear among officers and citizens alike. We mourned, we vowed never to forget, and we moved forward. And here we are. Here we are to celebrate the life of Police Officer Rafael Ramos, and to honor him. To memorialize the sacrifice he made with his partner that day—with his partner for all time—Officer Wenjian Liu.
Here we are to remember. We remember what it means to take "the Job." No other profession will give you as much, or sometimes, take as much. The job can reward you like no other, but one day it might demand from you everything in return. For the Ramos family today is that day. And here we are.
We're in a city struggling to define itself, where people are searching for what they stand for and why, where people claim to know best what it's like to be everybody else. But we know who we are, because we know who Rafael Ramos was. He was a father, a son, a brother, and a husband. He was a New Yorker. He was a New York City Police Officer. And he was—he is—a hero.
His sister, Sindy, told me that because his dad died when he was an infant, he took on the father-figure role for the family as he grew. Cops who served with him said you could see that in the way he worked.
Justin, Jayden—you got the chance to know your dad, the way he didn't get to know his. You got to learn from him, the way he taught others. Your aunt said your dad knew a little bit of everything, and he was willing to let you know it. Your mom said he was the type of man who, if he set his mind on something, he went for it and did it. Other cops said the same thing: he came on the job older, a family man, street smart. He knew how to handle people, and the younger guys looked up to him. He never shirked a task and he never complained. You should be so proud of him, as we all are.
But over the last week, you've seen that the memorials and this funeral have been about more than just your dad. I know how strange it is. So comforting on the one hand, to have the whole Department in mourning with you, to feel that solidarity, to know that we will never let you be alone again, that we are your family now, just as we were your dad's. But a burden, too, having something so private for you be so public at the same time. Because here we are.
We're here because your dad was assassinated. That's a different word than murdered, which is awful enough. It speaks of the prominence of the person killed; it makes the crime intentional and symbolic. Your dad was assassinated because he represented something—and that's true, he did. He represented the men and women of the New York City Police Department. He was the embodiment of our motto: "fidelis ad mortem," "faithful unto death."
He represented the blue thread that holds our city together when disorder might pull it apart. He represented the public safety that is the foundation of our democracy. He represented the best of our values—as anyone can see by looking at you, and at your family. But he was also your dad. A good man, who tried hard, and sacrificed, and had a desire to serve.
When DHL closed one employment door, that desire led him to a new door with our School Safety Division—where he was assigned to the Rocco Laurie Intermediate School, named for another officer slain with his partner, Gregory Foster, nearly 43 years ago. Like Rafael Ramos and Wenjian Liu, these officers were killed for their color—they were killed because they were blue. And that desire to serve led him to enter the Police Academy at 37 years of age.
Your mom said he'd come home pretty tired, competing with all those younger recruits. But he passed with flying colors, wearing the gold braid for being in the top of his class. No small feat. And that desire to serve led him to study to be a chaplain. And I'm privileged to be able to tell you that today I'm making him a Department chaplain—a posthumous member of that family within our family, that ministers to us in time of need.
Rafael Ramos was assassinated because he represented all of us. Even though, beneath the uniform, he was just a good man. And he was just your dad. And maybe that’s our challenge. Maybe that’s the reason for the struggle we’re now in—as a city, as a nation. Maybe it’s because we’ve all come to see only we represent, instead of who we are. We don’t see each other.
The police, the people who are angry at the police, the people who support us but want us to be better, even a madman who assassinated two men because all he could see was two uniforms, even though they were so much more. We don't see each other.
If we can…If we can learn to see each other…to see that our cops are people like Rafael Ramos and Wenjian Liu, to see that our communities are filled with people just like them too. If we can learn to see each other, then when we see each other, we'll heal. We'll heal as a Department. We'll heal as a city. We'll heal as a country. But as Ecclesiastes teaches, there is a time to every purpose under the Heavens.
Today, it is time for us to mourn Rafael Ramos. Today, it is time for us to remember Rafael Ramos. And in a few days, we'll be here again, in a different place that is the same, to celebrate the life of Officer Wenjian Liu. That will be a time for sadness, too. But someday the tears will end. The memories will not. We never have and we never will forget.
Last Sunday at Saint Patrick's, Cardinal Dolan spoke to the police. His cathedral thundered with prayer and he asked me to tell my officers "we love them very much, we mourn with them, we need them, we respect them and we're proud of them and we thank them." I'm proud of them, too. And prouder of none more than Police Officers Wenjian Liu and Rafael Ramos, both of whom I promote today to Detective First Grade. Please let us rise and applaud the lives of Detective First Grade Rafael Ramos and Detective First Grade Wenjian Liu, so they can hear us in heaven.
Maritza, Justin, Jayden, Julia, Sindy here we are today surrounded by a sea of blue. Our family will always be with yours. We don't forget. We are here for you and for this city.
God bless the New York City Police Department. And God bless you and God bless Rafael. In life he guarded the streets of this city; in death, he guards the Heavenly Gates. Grant him rest. Grant his peace.
Friday, December 26, 2014
A wounded city is about to lay to rest one of its finest on Saturday. The other officer’s funeral awaits the arrival of his relatives from China. Some 20,000 to 25,000 police officers and law enforcement officials from across the U.S. and Canada are expected to attend the funerals of Wenjian Liu and Rafael Ramos.
For months we have witnessed the disintegration of civil society stemming from the death of a young black man in Missouri to the chokehold death of a black man selling loose cigarettes on the streets of New York. In both cases, a grand jury returned a “no true bill” of indictment against the officers involved in those deaths.
During a press conference New York’s mayor Bill de Blasio brought up his son, Dante, who is of mixed race and implied that he was concerned that his son might be the victim of police misconduct from the NYPD:
“I've said very, very clearly in these last days, let's be clear this is not based on decades of racism, this is based on centuries of racism.”
"So I've had to worry over the years. Chirlane's [de Blasio’s wife] had to worry. Is Dante safe each night? There are so many families in this city who feel that each and every night. Is my child safe? And not just from some of the painful realities—crime and violence in some of our neighborhoods—but is safe from the very people they want to have faith in as their protectors.”
“We’ve had to literally train him, as families have all over this city for decades, in how to take special care in any encounter he has with the police officers who are there to protect him.”
The ravings of protesters spurred on by racial huckster Al Sharpton and the incendiary remarks following the grand jury announcement in the Eric Garner case saw two police lieutenants attacked by a City University of New York adjunct professor and an organizer for the Service Employees International Union on the Brooklyn Bridge.
de Blasio callously praised the protesters even as some chanted, “What do we want? Dead cops! When do we want it? Now!” The mayor said the attack was “an incident in which a small group of protesters allegedly assaulted some members of the NYPD.”
Someone at The New York Daily News offered a powerful suggestion that the injudicious mayor “bring his teen son Dante to the funerals of Ramos and Liu to witness firsthand the tragic human side of the police experience. Let Dante meet Ramos’ teenage son. Have Dante greet the shattered families, weeping cops mourning fallen brothers in blue. Let Dante understand the unspoken fears of a son every time his dad puts on his blue uniform and goes out to protect high-crime neighborhoods filled with kids who look a lot like Dante.”
This is a suggestion that I wholeheartedly admonish him to consider. If Dante would exhibit even a fragment of character, he would tell the world his dad was wrong to associate with Al Sharpton and he was wrong to tell him to fear a civil society. His words might sway those who have hardened their hearts and degraded the value of human life and incited violence. He would know that each killing, whether black or white, hastens the next killing.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Christmas means a Spirit of Love.
A time when the Love of God
And the love of our fellow men
Should prevail over all hatred and bitterness.
A time when our thoughts and deeds
And the spirit of our lives manifest the presence of God.
Sophie, my little furkid, and I hope this Christmas brings happy memories and abundant joy to you and your family.
By Kevin Duffy
A nervous child approaches a homeless family in the hope that they will be pleased with the only thing he has to offer: some simple music played on his little drum.
It is a strange idea that this event would be cause for celebration—we might even consider the scene to be nothing short of pathetic. In its very simplicity and humility, "Little Drummer Boy"—perhaps the most underrated of all Christmas songs—captures the essence of what is so very revolutionary and compelling about the Christian message.
We know well the setting of the manger on Christmas night—most of us can instantly and fondly picture the comforting scene of the loving family amongst the gentle animals and amazed shepherds. In fact, the scene was much harsher than that: the family lived in poverty, they were outcasts in their own society, they feared their government and they had no shelter in which to give birth to their baby. So, in the cold of winter, found themselves in a stable.
The plain-spoken Drummer Boy calls our attention to the poverty of this situation as he addresses the infant Christ, simultaneously asking permission to play his drum and apologizing for the inadequacy of his gift. He not only exhibits remarkable humility, but an inherent understanding of the very thing that makes this infant "King" so very different than any that had ever been imagined, and very much like all of us: "I am a poor boy too."
Even as the song brings to mind the simplicity of the scene on Christmas night, it also foreshadows much of what will happen in the brief life of the infant Jesus. That baby, whom the Drummer Boy identified with that night as another poor boy like him, would go on to address the masses in the most important speech ever given, saying among other things: "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven". The mother who gave the Drummer Boy permission to play his song, the mother in whose arms the infant rested, would some thirty-three years later hold her child again, cradling the dead body of a man who had been tortured and executed in the manner of a common criminal, challenges us to imagine her clean and untouched infant again, rather than the destroyed body of the grown man.
Every bit of the Christian story, in the context of its time, was profoundly subversive. Poor boys were not to be kings. Salvation was not to be found in death. Humility was not to be celebrated. A world-devouring empire executed a minor nuisance that was meant to be the end of the matter. Christ changed everything, broke every rule, shattered every pretension.
In his own way the Drummer Boy does something similar: he shows a different and more moving way to give of ourselves, to do what we can, without pride or worldly ambition: "I played my drum for him, I played my best for him." His simple reward is fitting of the humble scene: "Then He smiled at me."
So, on hearing "Little Drummer Boy" each Christmas, we should be reminded that the very birth we are celebrating is a call to poverty of the spirit. To be poor in spirit, as Christ asked of us on the Mount of Beatitudes, is to admit our weaknesses, our insecurities, our shortcomings. In recognizing these in ourselves, we are able to feel compassion when we find them in others, and we are moved to act on their behalf.
This is the best of Christmas and the Christian message: to say, in the manner of a scared young boy before the most unlikely of Kings, in the cold of an often harsh world, "I am a poor boy too."
Monday, December 22, 2014
Sunday, December 21, 2014
My buddies Proof and Woodsterman have watched their 49ers eliminate themselves from the playoff picture and the 5-8-1 Carolina Panthers have played so horribly this season that their chances of going to the playoffs is statistically weak despite their two-game winning streak.
The 6-8 Saints are sitting pretty right now. If they beat the 5-9 Falcons it’s over for Carolina. If the Saints lose and the Panthers win there’s still a chance to make it to the playoffs, but that’s a pretty tall order.
The Browns will start their snot-nosed brat at QB and I had seriously given thought to buying a ticket on the visitor’s side of Bank of America Stadium (there were still seats available behind the Browns’ bench) expressly for the purpose of berating Manziel. I decided instead to yell at the TV from the comfort of Casa de Curmudgeon at the little twerp. I hope the fans who are sitting near the Browns’ bench give him hell. After all, in the game where little Johnny was totally dominated in their 30-0 loss to Cincinnati, the Bengals players mocked him with his own obnoxious “money sign” after mercilessly sacking him and picking off his passes.
The latest reports from the Panthers organization is that Cam Newton will start for the Panthers. I don’t like that decision. I’ve pushed playing back-up QB Derek Anderson for a long time now. He ably demonstrated he can lead the Panthers to victory. Anderson deserves to start against the team that cut him after the 2009 season and because Newton did nothing during most of the season to help his team have a winning season.
And because no football post would be complete without some pom-poms, here’s a picture of a bevy of Top Cat beauties.
Friday, December 19, 2014
CNN’s Brian Stelter reported that Sony execs got a little something in their emails Thursday night. It seems the hackers who have whipsawed them for about a month decided to take a victory lap:
"It's very wise that you have made the decision to cancel the release of The Interview. It will be very useful for you. Now we want you never [sic] let the movie released, distributed or leaked in any form of, for instance, DVD or piracy. And we want everything related to the movie, including its trailers, as well as its full version down from any website hosting them immediately. We still have your private and sensitive data. We will ensure the security of your data unless you make additional trouble."
How humiliating it must be to surrender to a half-pint tin pot dictator of a hermit state.
You humiriate Grorious Reader no moor, okay?
UPDATE: And from the parody Twitter account comes this hilarious tweet:
UPDATE: And from the parody Twitter account comes this hilarious tweet:
Culture and Film Minister Roh Nam-Hon warns reactionary film studios of Japan and U.S. to increase respect for DPRK, or face obliteration.
— DPRK News Service (@DPRK_News) December 18, 2014
When Fidel Castro and Che Guevara marched into Cuba in 1959, the communist revolution turned the country upside down.
Via Don Surber:
“If only FDR had normalized relations with Benito Mussolini, Adolf Hitler, and Tojo.”
“What we need to do is normalize relations with Israel, but Obama doesn't like Israel. Never forget that Obama attended a church headed by Jeremiah Wright, an anti-Semite.”
“This is a sad day for America as once again, an American president cozies up to a dictatorship.”
Fans of "Blazing Saddles" will remember Cleavon Little as the sheriff taking himself hostage. That was the impression that first came to my mind after hearing President Obama's plan to normalize relations with Communist Cuba.
But, did the President take himself hostage? Just his credibility (if there were any left!) Step into the Wayback Machine with me to 2009:
President Obama marked his 100th day in office Wednesday by holding a prime-time news conference from the White House. Obama said the Bush administration’s use of waterboarding was torture...OBAMA: What I’ve said—and I will repeat—is that waterboarding violates our ideals and our values. I do believe that it is torture. I don’t think that’s just my opinion; that’s the opinion of many who’ve examined the topic. And that’s why I put an end to these practices.
At the very beginning of his presidency, Obama made known his erroneous and disparaging views on enhanced interrogation, falsely calling it torture, which has specific meaning and connotation around the planet, casting the "land of the free and the home of the brave" as being morally equivalent with nations that practice genuine torture.
There was much public debate about the subject in 2009. A number of reporters volunteered to be waterboarded, (more reporters were waterboarded than terrorists, it turns out!) The lines were drawn. The Left disparaged everything George W. Bush did, so there was no reasoning with them. The furor eventually died down and people were soon inundated with a barrage of scandals, economic malaise and foreign policy debacles unabated by a White House obsessed with celebrities and golf, with an occasional funeral selfie.
Suddenly, after five years of being a non-issue, the lamest of lame duck partisan Senate committees under Dianne Feinstein, felt compelled to revisit the issue. They had to act with alacrity, since in January, adults would take over in the US Senate and such partisan claptrap would never see the light of day.
And then, mirabile dictu, after bringing the issue back into the limelight and into the nation's consciousness once again, Barack Obama announces that despite all the hand wringing and faux outrage shown towards the US for enhanced interrogation techniques, that he would seek to normalize relations with a brutal dictatorship known for torturing and killing political prisoners.
Desperately in search of a legacy, Barack will not let the lack of a consistent and rational foreign policy on his part, or the utter hypocrisy of his positions, deter him from giving aid and assistance to our enemies and their allies.
"Do as I say, or the black dude gets it!"
Original art by John Cox. More at John Cox Art
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
I don’t watch any of the drivel on MSNBC simply because I don’t want my world darkened by liberal hacks with Permanent Anger Syndrome.
The network has a tiny audience, but MSNBC’s The Ed Show has the lowest ratings demo with a negligible 53,000 viewers. So why am I using my bandwidth to write about this schlub who reminds you of every angry drunk you’ve ever known?
Schultz, like the network that employs him, engages in deceptive editing. Examples can be seen here, here, here and here. I’m sure there are scads of other examples, but you get the idea.
While perusing the Intertoobs yesterday, I came across a story that mildly amused me only because I watched the game between the Dallas Cowboys and the Philadelphia Eagles along with 21.8 million others on Sunday. During the game, NBC’s cameras panned over to the luxury corporate box where NJ Governor Chris Christie could be seen high-fiving Cowboys’ owner Jerry Jones.
Christie has come under fire for being a long-time fan of the Cowboys much to the chagrin of New Jersey residents who feel he should be rooting for the Eagles, Giants or Jets.
Mediaite noticed that Schultz used a photo from one year ago that depicted the RNC Chairman with Christie and Jones in Dallas not Philadelphia. Schultz, trying to be clever, said that his show’s researchers “noticed what looks like RNC Chair Reince Priebus sitting behind Christie and Jones. We reached out to the RNC and they told us they thought he was at a dinner in Washington, DC on Sunday night.”
So complete was their effort to deceive that they added a “bug” on the screen that read SUNDAY NIGHT PHILADELPHIA and then, for his mind-numbed viewers, circled Priebus’ face.
When the trickery of MSNBC and the host of The Ed Show was noticed by Sean Spicer, Communications Director for the Republican National Committee, he tweeted this:
Moron @edshow shows pic of @reince fr LAST year @dallascowboys game in DALLAS saying it was Sunday in Philly #TeamEdShow #TwoMinuteDrill
— Sean Spicer (@seanspicer) December 16, 2014
That message was promptly retweeted by Priebus, but so far, the official Ed Show Twitter account has remained silent on the matter.
It’s only a matter of time before General Motors is forced to recall Schultz as a faulty airbag.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
PESHAWAR—Shahrukh Khan, a 16-year-old schoolboy, was sitting with his classmates during a careers guidance session at the Army Public School in Peshawar when gunmen wearing paramilitary uniforms burst in and opened fire. He cowered under a bench playing dead as filthy animals pumped bullets into the bodies of his fellow students.
In the aftermath of the massacre the children spoke of the horror they witnessed. One said, “I tried to get up but fell to the ground because of my wounds. When I crawled to the next room, it was horrible. I saw the dead body of our office assistant on fire. She was sitting on the chair with blood dripping from her body as she burned.”
Another boy who spoke of his dramatic escape as bullets flew past his head said, “I saw a few soldiers trying to encircle a young man who was wearing a similar uniform to them. When soldiers tried to approach him, there was a huge blast. The other guy was one of the terrorists. This was such a horrible scene. For a few moments, I couldn't understand what was going on. I saw his body parts flying in the air after the blast. One of the soldiers was badly injured.”
Thirteen days ago, while speaking at Georgetown University, former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton spoke on the subject of “Smart Power: Security Through Inclusive Leadership”.
As she spoke it was blah, blah this and blah, blah that followed by this amazingly naïve bit of dishonest rhetoric:
“This is what we call smart power: using every possible tool and partner to advance peace and security, and leaving no one on the sidelines, showing respect, even for one’s enemies, trying to understand and insofar as psychologically possible empathize with their perspective and point of view—helping to define the problems, determine the solutions, that is what we believe in the 21st Century will change. Change the prospects for peace.”
Our shameful foreign policy does not stem from our lack of empathy and damn you liberals to hell for saying it does. Forgive my political incorrectness, but the second rising of barbarians at the gate can be traced directly to the inauguration of The World’s Most Dangerous Community Organizer.
I hope I do not live long enough to witness another 9/11. May God have mercy on us all.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Photos courtesy: AP and AAP Images
Once again the filthy heresy of Islam has been visited upon the world by a “self-styled” sheik named Man Haron Monis. Born Manteghi Bourjerdi, the 49-year-old extremist left Iran for Australia in 1996 and adopted various names before settling on Sheik Haron Monis. Already well-known to police, Monis was out on bail until February of 2015 for more than 40 sexual offenses. A profile of this animal notes that he claimed to be an expert specializing in astrology, numerology, meditation and black magic.
Monis sent “grossly offensive” hate letters to the families of Australian soldiers killed by insurgents in Afghanistan and was last November accused of being an accessory to murder of his ex-wife after her body was found badly burned with multiple stab wounds.
Thankfully, his demented life came to an end after a gunfight lasting less than two minutes with Sydney police.
Robert Spencer describes the Sydney chocolate shop siege as a possible fulfillment of the threat issued by Islamic State spokesman Abu Muhammad al-Adnani in a September video:
“If you can kill a disbelieving American or European—especially the spiteful and filthy French—or an Australian, or a Canadian, or any other disbeliever from the disbelievers waging war, including the citizens of the countries that entered into a coalition against the Islamic State, then rely upon Allah, and kill him in any manner or way however it may be."
“Do not ask for anyone’s advice and do not seek anyone’s verdict. Kill the disbeliever whether he is civilian or military, for they have the same ruling. Both of them are disbelievers. Both of them are considered to be waging war [the civilian by belonging to a state waging war against the Muslims]. Both of their blood and wealth is legal for you to destroy, for blood does not become illegal or legal to spill by the clothes being worn.”
Spencer believes the “siege is a harbinger of things to come not only in Australia, but in Western Europe, Britain, Canada and the United States where we see “Islamic jihadists taking hostages in the West as they have for so long in the Middle East, Africa and Asia.”
Daniel Greenfield reminds us, “Islam has a history of over a thousand years of continuously dehumanizing non-Muslims and identifying peace and their enslavement as one and the same. It is impossible to live in peace with Muslims who think that there can be no peace as long as non-Muslims continue to live independent lives.”
“In the Muslim worldview, war happens because non-Muslims exist. War is caused by the infidel, the disbeliever and the Muslim hypocrite who does not truly commit to the practice of Islam. The Jihad purifies the world of non-Muslims; it eradicates the ‘moderate’ Muslims who have been compromised by Western culture. It is a war of extermination against the un-Islamic.”
We are preached to by leaders with scant knowledge of Muslim scripture that the Islamic State’s hateful ideology has nothing to do with Islam. They espouse the laughable notion that Islam is the religion of peace.
No, Islam is not the religion of peace. These sub-humans’ bloodthirsty interpretations of their pedophile prophet’s scriptures are far too lethal.
Tom Holland opines, “It is not enough to engage with the jihadis solely on the battlefield. They must be defeated as well in mosques, and libraries, and seminar rooms. This is a battle that, in the long run, can only be won by theologians.”
He believes “fighters for the Islamic State might well point out that the Qur’an describes angels decapitating unbelievers with the aim of spreading terror; that the first Muslims are described as harvesting heads on the battlefield of Badr; that Muhammad himself is said to have owned a sword that can be translated as ‘Cleaver of Vertebrae’”.
“It is not enough, within such a context, merely to insist that Islam is a religion of peace, and leave it at that. Muslim scholars have an urgent responsibility to demonstrate in the most painstaking detail exactly where and why the jihadis are wrong. Just as Christian intellectuals, in the wake of the Holocaust, were obliged to confront the evil purposes to which the New Testament had been put, and recalibrate their understanding of it on a theological level, so do their Muslim counterparts today need to redeem their own scriptures from the taint of savagery that is doing so much to blacken the image of their religion.”
With the release of Dianne Feinstein’s so called “torture report” just days ago, one must ask if it has already spawned other acts of violence such as the Sydney siege that may bring harm to Americans abroad.
Senator Feinstein please call your office.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heavenly song?
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Come to Bethlehem and see
Christ Whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee,
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
See Him in a manger laid,
Whom the choirs of angels praise;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
The bumbling Panthers take on the Tampa Bay Buccaneers at Bank of America Stadium today. Kickoff is 1:00 PM ET. Fox is carrying the game.
Panthers’ fans are ready for this season to be over. The NFC South Division is the home of the suckiest teams in the league. The Falcons and the Saints are both 5 and 8. The Panthers at 4-8-1 are only slightly better than the 2-11 Buccaneers.
With the arrogant Newton sidelined with two transverse process fractures in his lower back due to a vehicle crash earlier in the week, fans finally get to see backup QB Derek Anderson take the reins.
The Panthers have been, to say the least, disappointing this year. I blame Coach Ron Rivera and QB Cam Newton. Rivera refused to play 9-year veteran Derek Anderson when it became clear early in the season that Newton was experiencing delusions of grandeur.
Anderson had a great game against the Bucs in Week 1 completing 24 of 34 passes for 230 yards and two TDs. I’ve been begging the Panthers organization to bench Newton and play Anderson instead. He’s proven himself capable of winning and he’s not narcissistic.
And because no football post would be complete without pom-poms, here’s a photo of Top Cat Whitney. Have a great Sunday.
@DAnderson314 25 of 40 for 269 yds. This is what a real QB looks like. #TBvsCAR pic.twitter.com/fTmY96B7pK
— PoliticalClownParade (@Carry_That_Load) December 14, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
On Friday, Twitchy erupted in a call to fire John Boehner and draft SC Republican Trey Gowdy as Speaker of the House. As of this posting there are 2,396 signatures on the website Petition2Congress to remove Boehner and replace him with the fierce Gowdy.
Conservatives are angry at Boehner for playing footsie with Democrats and spearheading the passage of the $1.1 trillion CRomnibus bill—a complicated 1600-page bill designed to prevent another government shutdown. The bill passed by a relatively narrow margin, 219-206. Only 67 House Republicans voted no. Boehner wasn’t one of them.
67 Republicans voted against the Omnibus in the House pic.twitter.com/tYs9uGsv4S
— Jamie Dupree (@jamiedupree) December 12, 2014
Bills like CRomnibus, crafted in darkness and presented as must-pass legislation, allow the special interests to get what they want. A free and open debate on these issues is what this country needs.
Please read The GOP #CRomnibus Catbird Seat
Here’s a palate cleanser I hope you will enjoy.
Conservative Roman Catholic theology says animals cannot go to heaven because they have no souls, but Pope Francis appears to have kindled a new debate on whether there is a place for them in the afterlife.
During a weekly general audience at the Vatican last month, the Pope sought to comfort a grief-stricken little boy whose dog had died saying, “One day, we will see our animals again in the eternity of Christ. Paradise is open to all of God’s creatures.”
The Humane Society of the United States says it has been flooded with e-mails. If Francis does, in fact, believe animals have souls, "Then we ought to seriously consider how we treat them. We have to admit that these are sentient beings, and they mean something to God," said Christine Gutleben, Senior Director of Faith Outreach for that organization.
I have owned many dogs in my life. I remember years ago when my little Pekingese “Chubby” passed away it took me three years before I welcomed another dog into my life.
My best friend emailed me to say that someone she worked with had a dog that needed to be adopted. The dog belonged to an elderly man who was having difficulty taking care of her. Attached to the email were three pictures of her. My friend was concerned that she might be intruding, but knew that I needed someone to polish the rust from my heart.
I contacted the person and made an appointment to come and see the dog. When I arrived at his home the man said the dog had belonged to his father. He led me to the back door where I saw a fluffy dog with feet as big as plates and a face to die for. It was love at first sight. The man said “Duchess” was ten years old. I said I didn’t care. I wanted to take “Duchess” home. He gave me her leash, a bag of dog food and all her papers. He refused to take any money for her.
“Duchess” was part of my life for four years. I came home one night after work to find her in the bathroom. She seemed disoriented. I managed to help her get her bearings and let her out to do what dogs do.
When she did not come to the door to come back in, I went outside to look for her. I called her name and she came. I opened the door for her come in but she had great difficulty climbing the three steps so I helped her up.
I gave her some fresh water and put down her food. She ate and drank a little and laid down next to me on the floor. I fell asleep on the couch only to be awakened by her barking in the bedroom. I went to her and found her walking around in circles.
I was frightened and called the emergency animal hospital to let them know I was on my way. After I hung up the phone, I knew in my heart that she was dying. I immediately called a veterinarian who made house calls. I didn’t want her to be frightened by being placed on a cold metal table facing a stranger in her final moments of life.
While I waited, I laid on the floor with her stoking her fluffy fur and telling her repeatedly that I loved her. The look in her eyes is something I will never forget. She was trusting me to help her.
When the vet arrived about two hours later, he examined her and gave me the devastating news that she was full of tumors.
I asked if he could put her to sleep. Answering “yes”, he went to his car and returned with two needles. One to make her go to sleep and the other to stop her heart. As he gave her the first injection, I placed her head in my hand and gave her a kiss. Then came the second injection. Within moments my pal was gone.
As I write this, memories come flooding back. I was inconsolable and somewhere I read a quote that comforted me. “Gone to fetch the stick that God has thrown; to wag her tail forever and hear the loving words: Good dog. Good dog.”
Friar Jack Wintz believes from the Garden of Eden, to Noah and the Ark there is evidence of God’s fatherly care for his creatures. "Our God is a God of overflowing love, goodness, and beauty who is ready to give over everything to those he loves. Surely the Creator would not suddenly stop loving and caring for the creatures he had put into existence with so much care!"