Thursday, July 31, 2008

Andrea Mitchell wants to have Barack Obama's Love Child (Update: Newsbusters has more)

Well...either that or she is one horseshit biased "journalist":

H/T: Hot Air

Update... Mark Finkelstein at Newsbusters:

Thank you, Andrea Mitchell. No, really, I mean it. Thank you for providing some of the clearest evidence yet of just how much the press corps following Barack Obama has blinders on for its man. Mitchell has let it be known that "the people covering the campaign" don't think Obama played the race card with his currency crack.

Newsbusters has more video...

What promises from Barack Obama are worth (Update: John Edwards feeling not so charitable all of a sudden)

As it turns out...NOTHING:

Conservative bloggers aren’t waiting for The One Who Is The Change He Seeks. No, they’re doing it for themselves.

Doing what, you ask?

Doing the job Barack Obama wasn’t willing to do: Helping out a little school in Kenya that bears Obama’s name and which he promised to assist.


With the all of the blessings of wealth Obama has, he couldn't throw these children a few pencils or books?

"Sorry...I'm too busy to care..."

Maybe it's because Michelle Obama has been struggling to make those student loan payments...

Of course it's probably because Obama is waiting to become president so he doesn't have to personally do it...he'll do it with tax money. Because personal charity isn't in his blood unless it's politically expedient.

Want to help, since Barack and Michelle Obama won't? Go here to make a donation...I'm sure even $5 would be appreciated and go a long way.

Update...from Are We Lumberjacks:

Which points up the problem with "hope". Even when specific promises are made, "hope" is just a word. You can't deposit hope. It doesn't earn compound interest, it won't buy a water pump, a desk, or a chalk board. Hell, it won't buy chalk. Obama was happy to give the school hope. Why wouldn't he be? It cost him nothing.

Update: From Moonbattery, now that John Edwards has wrecked his political career, he's decided one of his "Americas" isn't so important now.

DPUD has the money quip:

Note to prominent Democrats, if you're going to promise children and their families all this great charitable aid, you may want to, oh, I dunno, follow through? Kinda makes you look like a total dick when you don't keep your promise.

Those Sneaky Chinese!

"They gonna wait until it gets dark...and they're gonna bring out their dragons!":

Be sure to stay through the Harold and Kumar spot at the end for some bonus analysis of the joys of gymnastics.

White folks to blame for the effects of Global Warming on minorities

Via Modern Pharisee, this comes from LaShawn Barber:

Have you heard about this? In a 59-page report titled, A Climate of Change: African Americans, Global Warming, and a Just Climate Policy in the U.S. (PDF), the left-leaning Joint Center for Political and Economic Studies tries to make the case that global warming disproportionately impacts black people...

...I grabbed the bait, and now I’m stuck on the hook. Help!...

...“African Americans are thirteen percent of the U.S. population and on average emit nearly twenty percent less greenhouse gases than non-Hispanic whites per capita. Though far less responsible for climate change, African Americans are significantly more vulnerable to its effects than non-Hispanic whites. Health, housing, economic well-being, culture, and social stability are harmed from such manifestations of climate change as storms, floods, and climate variability. African Americans are also more vulnerable to higher energy bills, unemployment, recessions caused by global energy price shocks, and a greater economic burden from military operations designed to protect the flow of oil to the U.S.”

LaShawn wasn't making that report up:

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Killing in the name of "honor" (updated with commentary from Mark Steyn)

I took a little heat this weekend for an ill-timed...well...let's just call it "stupid" comment on Michele's post about the troglodytic cretin who opened fire on a Tennessee church on Sunday.

Mea culpa.

Do I hate Muslims? No. But I want to make it clear...I cannot stand their "religion" for various reasons...and I wonder why the Islamic community isn't all up in arms about this:

The rest of the program is here at Stop the ACLU.

Sting once asked the question, "do the Russians love their children too?" So I ask those who would defend Muslims love their children too?


Because anyone who kills children (or wives and sisters for that matter) for "honor" is an especially twisted and sick **** ...and a religion which allows for this is evil.

And if this isn't "true Islam", then why the hell aren't Islamic leaders standing up and shouting about this?

Do Muslims love their children too? OK, what about this? Where is the outcry for teaching children hate and love of martyrdom before they even start school?

If I am bigoted for asking this question...then I am bigoted. I'll live with that.

h/t Rusty at The Jawa Report

Update: I've been reading America Alone by Mark Steyn...last night flying home, I caught this passage:

What we still don't know as the years drift by since September 11, is how deep the psychoses of jihadism reach within Islam in general, and the West's Muslim populations in particular. How many are revolted by the slaughter of those Beslan schoolchildren, or the beheading of Daniel Pearl and other hostages, and how many are willing to rationalize it? More to the point, of those Muslims who are affronted by what is done in the name of their religion, what percentage are prepared to do anything about it? How many Western Muslims have formed "Not in Our Name" groups and marched to protest the bombings of their fellow citizens in New York, Madrid or London? How many have joined "Islam Against Suicide Bombing" or banded together to force jihadist imams out of their mosques? How many are prepared to stand up and say they didn't come to America or Europe to raise their children as Saudis?

Hello? Anyone out there?

Monday, July 28, 2008

Dear Achmed, do you know where your goat has been?

Well, now you don't need to worry...thanks to the boys at TNOYF:

Yeah...I know. I'm an insufferable bigot for posting this...

A Note On Hate Crime

First let me say that the root of a lot of justifiable defensiveness by conservatives is rooted in the constant name-calling directed our way by lefties. We want to make a point about gov. overstepping, or affirmative action and we hear racist! homophobe! troglodyte! hate-monger! woman-hater! Peppered with profanities, I might add. We know these things aren't true about rational minded people with conservative points of view. The sad truth is that there are racists, homophobes, hate-mongers, and woman haters, who proudly wrap themselves in the banner of conservatism. We don't accept them. Just as there are many on the left who don't care to be lumped in with folks like Ward Churchill and don't accept him as a voice for their cause.

But conservatives see somebody committing what we worry may be a "hate" crime, and we put our armor up. Oh crap. Another nut who thinks I've got his back. Another nut that is going to be used as a caricature in movies to define me.

Who decides what it is proper to think? The people who hate us? Who hurl "fuck you" as a debating technique?

That being said, I may depart from the commonly held conservative belief that prosecuting something as a hate crime is entirely Orwellian.

In most violent acts there is intent to harm an individual. There is a perpetrator and a victim.
Hopefully there is an investigation and a trial. Someone is sentenced, and that's it.

With what our lawyers would call a hate crime, the crime is not only is what the person was thinking when he or she committed the act, but the crime is an attempt to instigate a riot. Not only was a person victimized, a social wound was salted. People on both sides start rifling through their mental gun closets looking for the right weapons and ammo, because there's a bogeyman out there, and both sides are trying to fight it. We scramble around in the dark with no flashlight and shoot each other.

I agree we should let the facts come out. But if this ends up being a hate crime against gays, perpetrated by a nut in red white and blue who thinks I've got his back, then I think we should do what my grizzly mountain man paw-in-law likes to say he would do. Cut a little slit in his stomach, pull out his intestine, hammer the end to a tree and force him to walk around it. When he collapses, cut off his eyelids and piss in his eyes. Then we should do what Preston says.

That's my 2 cents.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

The This Goes to 11 Broadway Review: Jersey Boys

It's ****ing good.

No pics allowed inside:


Whilst in New York, I did what I always do...I went to Zabars to get a pound of Colombian and a pound of Zabar's blend...

The This Goes to 11 movie review: The Onion Movie


(The trailer in case you are interested)

My dinner with Cranky...

...and family.

Many thanks to the wonderful family of Cranky from Six Meat Buffet who treated me to some good old suburban hospitality and a terrific meal:

Cranky has a wonderful wife and two exceptionally-talented kids...his daughter is a terrific artist who certainly has a future in blogging, and his son can absolutely shred on a skateboard.

Cranky also introduced me to his toad pond, with the understanding that I keep its occupants anonymous:

Shooting at Knoxville Church

I went to this church in high school, when I was a little hippie chick trying to find myself. I left it for reasons obvious to conservatives and traditionalist Christians. I know a lot of people from this church even today. The mother of my high school sweetheart, two college friends, and a whole bunch of homeschooling families.

I was just writing a post about the right to carry.

I think the sicko entered this church during a children's play. 7 were wounded. No children were reported injured.

Pray for them.

Update. There was a hero. He was a foster dad.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Resume for a Stay-at-Home Mom

I wrote this resume for a friend who was concerned about the 11 year empty space in her work experience due to Mommyhood. Since the position was a part-time job for a pet sitting agency, for which she's highly overqualified, we thought it would be nice to entertain them.

Here it is.

(Yes, she got the job.)

To Whom it May Concern,

Many may wonder about the glaring empty space in my employment over the past 11 years. I have often puzzled over the question myself. What am I doing exactly? Am I competent in any pursuit outside that of my laundry room? So I decided to make a list of my current responsibilities for which I receive no pay. Let's just agree to call this little piece of prose a "resume".


Job History and Qualifications:

First of all I am what is commonly referred to as a Domestic Engineer. I handle all responsibilities associated with a home based, not- for- profit domestic social experiment (NPDSE). In this capacity, I handle all of the bookkeeping. I also manage the complaint department, in which I moderate all disputes and grievances between 2 or more parties with the goal of speedy and fair resolution. This is a job in which I am on-call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, even while on vacation (I also serve as travel agent for the NPDSE). I schedule events, fund raisers, handle ALL incoming calls, insurance claims, appointments, utilities, and mortgage payments. I have been on call when the NPDSE requires an organic gardener, nutritionist, landscaper, and/or home renovator. When these responsibilities fall outside the scope of my physical abilities, I co-ordinate and subcontract them.

I am also a home educator. I have chosen to take on the important role of schoolteacher that most reasonable people traditionally trust the local school system to fill. I prefer to bear the suffering of the ceaseless whining and lack of appreciation associated with schooling my children because although public schools may deserve such a cruel and unusual punishment, my children shouldn't have to suffer unduly while administering it. I teach Math, Reading, History, Spelling etc. We also volunteer once a week at Young Williams Animal Center to teach the children the responsibility of community service, compassion for God's creatures, and advanced poo-picking. My oldest has also volunteered at Lile's Acres, an organic vegetable and Llama farm in Maryville. She has also volunteered at a local animal hospital. I have been sure to co-ordinate physical education lessons for my daughters. My youngest is an accomplished gymnast in her level, who spends at least 10 hours per week upside down, bent in half, and otherwise risking her life for which I pay an exorbitant sum of money and time. My eldest swims about 6 hours a week, and has papered her walls with a rainbow of ribbons. I'm very proud of both of them.

Mostly I am a caretaker. When I am not being a life coach, a medic, a personal assistant, and the operator of a crisis management hotline, I am a motivational speaker. I have encouraged people to do their personal best, and make good choices. I have lectured to small unappreciative audiences in locations all over North America, in several languages.

Personal Qualifications Specific to Animal Care:

I have four dogs, three of which are rescues (as is husband). Over the course of being their keeper, I have let them outside at least one thousand and ninety five times per dog per year, except for poor little Sally who needs to be carried down the stairs every day, since she's blind deaf and lame and refuses to be a ground floor animal, and sometimes has to be carried upstairs when the lights are out. I have fed my dogs seven hundred and thirty times per year per dog, counting Scooby who thinks he's a billy goat and eats off the dinner table when we're not looking. I clip nails, brush teeth, administer medication, clean mysterious dribbles off the kitchen floor, bathe, cuddle and play with them. I could do the per-day-per-year calculations if you'd like.

I also have birds, which belong to my eldest and are her responsibility.

I have a good relationship with a friend's cat, I could include him as a reference but he's not good on the phone.

Real Life Job Experiences BC (Before Children)

In High School (88-89) worked as a veterinary technician.

Psychiatric Counselor for a crisis stabilization unit in Bartow FL.

Worked as an office manager for a neuropsychiatrist in Tampa FL.

EMT/PCA on med/surg floor and ER.

Hospital Manager for medical records company in Macon, GA.

Traveling rehab assistant for nursing homes. Occupational and physical therapy.


Received my EMT certificate in 1992, and took pre-requisite nursing courses from 1991-1993.

Personal references

upon request.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Gratuitous 70's Post...and my deepest apologies...

...for what you are about to see.

Driving between Baltimore and Philadelphia today, I had the blessing (and as it turns out, curse) of my rental car being equipped with satellite radio. Of course there was a 70's channel...and of course I was listening.

And then came a song that I had not heard since I was in 4th grade. What was amazing is that the words all came back to me:

"No NO like!"

(An aside. Can you imagine the PC horror that would occur if someone tried to put that song out now?) can I post that without posting this classic?:

The Community Organizer and his "Respect" for the troops (updated...see bottom of post)

Barack Obama's recent trip to the Middle East included stops in Iraq and Afghanistan. Obama dared to put his own feet on the ground where 2 wars have been fought with our nation's greatest enemy, Fundamental, Radical Islam. Obama has been criticized by many for not actually going to Iraq and Afghanistan to meet with the Generals, and the Troops to see the progress that has been made over the past several years since we went to war with the Taliban and one of the most brutal, tyrannical Dictators since Adolph Hitler. Besides making the long journey to waste the time of General David Petraeus and General Jeffrey Schloesser and defecate on their analysis of a troop surge in Iraq and a counter-offensive against the Taliban, Barack Obama said he was making the trip out of respect for the troops. So how does an anti-war, anti-military Junior Senator, former Community Organizer, and current Presidential Candidate show this respect? I'll let an Army Captain that is serving in Bagram, Afghanistan put it to words:

Hello everyone, As you know I am not a very political person. I just wanted to pass along that Senator Obama came to Bagram Afghanistan for about an hour on his visit to "The War Zone". I wanted to share with you what happened. He got off the plane and got into a bullet proof vehicle, got to the area to meet with the Major General (2 Star) who is the commander here at Bagram. As the Soldiers were lined up to shake his hand he blew them off and didn't say a word as he went into the conference room to meet the General. As he finished, the vehicles took him to the ClamShell (pretty much a big top tent that military personnel can play basketball or work out in with weights) so he could take his publicity pictures playing basketball. He again shunned the opportunity to talk to Soldiers to thank them for their service. So really he was just here to make a showing for the Americans back home that he is their candidate for President. I think that if you are going to make an effort to come all the way over here you would thank those that are providing the freedom that they are providing for you. I swear we got more thanks from the NBA Basketball Players or the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders than from one of the Senators, who wants to be the President of the United States. I just don't understand how anyone would want him to be our Commander-and-Chief. It was almost that he was scared to be around those that provide the freedom for him and our great country. If this is blunt and to the point I am sorry but I wanted you all to know what kind of caliber of person he really is. What you see in the news is all fake. In service, CPT Jeffrey S. Xxxxxx Battle Captain TF Wasatch American Soldier

Not to be outdone in demonstrating his new found respect for our troops, Barack Obama had to omit a planned visit to Landstuhl Regional Medical Center while playing Worldwide Messiah to the white flag-waving masses in Germany.

Hope... Change... Respect?..

Update 2:24pm Nigel: Sue from Beggar's Shot Glass was on the ball on this one...and points out that she has seen a few variations of this e-mail already and suspects it is fake.

She's right.

Sue, you are hired now to be This Goes to 11's fact checker...even though you have liberal leanings. We're fair here.

Oh. And why didn't we scrub the site clean of our boo-boo? Because that's what a liberal would do. I'd rather just admit we messed up.

And no...I'm not going to play the "fake but accurate" libtard excuse either. This pissed me off when I first read it, but then again, not even Barack Obama could be that callous as to visit a military base and not press flesh with the enlisted.

Even though he can ignore some wounded soldiers so he can work out and make a campaign speech in front of 200,000 non-voting non-Americans. That part of this post is true.

At least we know what Barry's priorities are.

Where's Nigel?

Here I am:

That's the harbor in Baltimore. Last night I had a terrific was my view:

And here's what I ate:

The carnage:

The sunset:

Tonight I will be dining with a one of my favorite bloggers. Since I am in Baltimore, perhaps it's Michelle Malkin?

Yeah, right. I wish.

No, actually I will be traveling a little north to have dinner with a friend who is well known for clinging to his guns and religion (and his toads).

Michele and's all yours...

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Squelching Debate So We Can Mow Down Babies With a Clear Conscience

I rarely visit far left sites. I don't believe what I do because I'm reacting to the "progressives". I've simply come to my conclusions about the issues by looking for the truth. So why make myself angry? I was just doing a little internet research for a project I'm working on, and I found myself over here.

Seems Woman of Abomination stepped into it today. Deep liberal doo-doo. The whole abortion debate, mixed in with the free speech issue. The post itself is juvenile, and hardly worth Woman's time of course, but the comments! Oh my!

Apparently reason, logic, and free-speech are not allowed in these circles unless they support the "correct" (meaning "progressive") way of thinking.

Simply put, the left has decided to use Nineteen-Eighty-Four techniques, to bring about their Brave New World. Pretty scary.

I knew all of this of course, I just never actually had the stomach to go to one of these sites and jump in.

Blechh. I feel like I'm about to barack on my keyboard I'm so wound up.

Update: (Getting deep here:)

"So much of life is about understanding our differences and being open to perspectives that our vastly opposed to ours."

Yes Romi! I was thinking on this before I even rolled out of bed this morning. What we have with the internet is a unique ability to interact and exchange ideas like never before, all over the world and from every human spectrum. We could ring in the neo-Renaissance by interacting in an adult way, but so many times we choose to spit on each other like kids in a sandbox. It's truly sad that we've chosen to take this amazing opportunity and profane it by turning it into a tacky shock jock show.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Time to take down John Murtha

Anyone else sick of one of the most disgusting pigs ever to "serve" in our congress? Michelle Malkin highlights a candidate who could unseat John Murtha:

A jaw-dropping political miracle may be on the horizon. No, I’m not talking about the second coming of the Obamessiah. I’m talking about the long-deserved comeuppance of troop-smearing, pork-feasting, scandal-tainted Democratic Rep. Jack Murtha of Pennsylvania.

The 18-term congressman’s challenger, staunch conservative Republican newcomer William Russell, raised nearly $670,000 in the second fundraising quarter. Earmark king Murtha scraped together a measly $119,000. Russell’s underdog campaign bested Murtha without the perks of incumbency, national name recognition, big PAC donations or mainstream media support.

Even more amazing: The 45-year-old Russell, a Desert Storm veteran, former Army lieutenant colonel and Army reservist who survived the Sept. 11 terrorist attack on the Pentagon, was not even publicly campaigning during the quarter. He is on active duty with the Army until after Aug. 1 and is barred from actively campaigning until then.

Russell is a real military hero, unlike these two fools:

Want to help? Go here to make a contribution to Russell's campaign...I just did.

More on Bill Russell:

Update: Cranky at Six Meat Buffet interviews David Cuddy who is seeking to unseat another pork king, Alaska's Ted Stevens.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Cat fight!

Sad to see the ladies beginning to act like NBA thugs:

Testing My Fear of Heights

I'm sure everybody is just dying to hear what I did on my summer vacation to Colorado. But you may actually be entertained, so stick around for a few minutes and read this little post.

Let me first give you some background. When I was a baby, my dad threw me up in the air like most dads do...once. And he caught me too...once. After my father caught me, I grabbed on to his chest hairs with my itty bitty fingers. Dad said he believes I may have sprouted claws on my toes as well because I was stuck to him with all fours like some kind of marsupial clinging for dear life. I'm sure he got a nice patchy waxing when he finally disengaged me. So folks just didn't toss me when I was little unless they wanted to get a thrill out of torturing a baby. And some did. I guess even before I could walk, I had a keen instinct about the proper placement of the human foot upon the ground, and that G-forces were not my friend. I haven't changed. I have always hated the feeling of falling. For a while I hated being called a chicken but I got over it.

I wouldn't have been such a fun passenger for my Uncle Ralph, who had been quite a fighter pilot in Vietnam, when he used to take family members up in his plane for kicks. This week he told the story of how he took my cousin and her husband on strafing runs on their wedding day. Basically he took the plane high, turned, then dropped them drastically, buzzing innocent civilians on the ground. One farmer even took cover under his truck after my dear uncle got a little too close. He said at one point he forgot he was in a small plane, and was back in his fighter jet in Vietnam. He took it straight up until he felt like it was beginning to drop back, realized where he was, and had to figure out how to correct the plane before they plunged to their deaths. My cousin was totally pumped from the adventure. Her husband didn't last long. Never met him. I needed a paper bag to breathe into just hearing the story.

This same fear kept me from climbing 100 feet to the top of Bishop's Castle (which you just have to see).

And I didn't scramble up on the rocks when I met with Stacy (yay) at the Garden of the Gods either.

While visiting discovered we have two things in common. You can see in the picture above that we both have freckles on our necks where a charm should be. What you can't see is that we both share a terrible fear of falling.

So we ambled around on the concrete path, and stood far back on the high balconies overlooking the cliffs.

So why did I get on that helicopter to take my family on a scenic trip over the Royal Gorge? Because I figured with two little kids, and a tight seat belt I was safe. I also thought you had to pay extra for the special post-traumatic-stress-disorder ride.

Here I am in blissful ignorance. Sitting with my back to the pilot, who is also a Vietnam vet, with a face full of burn scars to prove it. I had no idea I was about to do a helicopter pilot's remake of the Uncle Ralph Flashback.

After this picture was taken, I hear in my headset "Let me know if this gets too intense for anybody, and I'll take it down a notch." A half second later, he takes the chopper up 45 degrees, banks to the right, and drops us at a 90 degree angle into the gorge. It's amazing how quickly one's ability to speak can become hampered by involuntary bloodcurdling screams. Coincidentally, I believe it may be exactly one half second. Of course I wanted to tell him "Excuse me sir, but this is a bit too intense for me, and I would like for you to take it down a notch, please." But instead, I clenched my eyes shut, and screamed until I ran out of air, reloaded, then screamed until I ran out of air again. My family tells me I did this three times. Hubby actually had time to make the decision about whether move the mik on my headset or to take a picture while I was in the midst of this deafening hysteria.

That is one hell of a deep gorge.

No, he didn't get the photo. He decided to save everybody's ears, and move my microphone. I've never screamed like that in my life.

Yes, Colorado was ridiculously beautiful.

Thankfully, I got to see the rest of it from a steady upright position.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Is Barack Obama gutless?

Well...I guess we will find out.

Barack Obama had the "audacity" to call out Sean Hannity. From Noel Sheppard at Newsbusters:

On Wednesday, presumptive Democrat presidential candidate Barack Obama blamed his wife's high negative ratings on "the conservative press—Fox News and the National Review" as well as "rants by Sean Hannity."

He also said, "And you know, the problem is that rarely do these folks have the guts to say it to your face."

Hannity's response:

Now of course Obama can duck any reporter, pundit or political commentator he wants...and use the excuse that he simply doesn't have the time to appear on every show.

But since Obama made it a point to call Hannity out for his criticism, don't you think if he has the chops to be President that he could handle an unabashed conservative like Sean Hannity?

Imagine the points the Obama campaign could score if Barack went on Hannity's show and put him in his place. Libtards think Obama is brilliant and Hannity a this would seem like the perfect opportunity to prove that.

Friday, July 18, 2008

What's wrong with this picture?

Would you believe...these women are starving?

I'm not making that up.

Because according to NPR, these women are malnourished thanks to rising food costs and a poor Ohio economy:

The rising cost of food means their money gets them about a third fewer bags of groceries — $100 used to buy about 12 bags of groceries, but now it's more like seven or eight. So they cut back on expensive items like meat, and they don't buy extras like ice cream anymore. Instead, they eat a lot of starches like potatoes and noodles.

Damn. Maybe that Atkins guy was on to something...

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Blowhard hypocrite of the decade?

C''s gotta be Algore (PBUH):

Update: The Moron-in-Chief has a better characterization of Algore (PBUH)

And Moron Pundit blogging over at DPUD has another...

Michelle Malkin has more...

Headline of the week

Great find by Howie at The Jawa Report...give the editor a "raise" for this one.

TJR has video.

News Flash...Central California is a shitty place to live

And now it is official:

WASHINGTON — Poverty, poor health and plenty of school dropouts have put the San Joaquin Valley's 20th Congressional District dead last in a new national scorecard that ranks the overall well-being of residents.

Even notoriously grim Appalachia fares better than the congressional district that sweeps in Fresno, Kings and Kern counties, the study, which was released Wednesday, shows. The assessment of health, education and income ranks the district 436th out of 436 districts nationwide.

Hmm. Any guess at what dynamic might be in play here that would cause such a low standard of living?

Sure, the San Joaquin Valley is California farm land, but that alone would not cause abject poverty and low educational and medical standards.

Let me see...I just can't seem to put a finger on it. What could the reason be?

In 2003 in Stockton, California, 70 percent of the 2,300 babies born in San Joaquin General Hospital's maternity ward were anchor babies, and 45 percent of Stockton children under age six are Latino (up from 30 percent in 1993). In 1994, 74,987 anchor babies in California hospital maternity units cost $215 million and constituted 36 percent of all Medi-Cal births. Now they account for substantially more than half....


Cristobal Silverio emigrated illegally from Mexico to Stockton, Calif., in 1997 to work as a fruit picker.

He brought with him his wife, Felipa, and three children, 19, 12 and 8 – all illegals. When Felipa gave birth to her fourth child, daughter Flor, the family had what is referred to as an "anchor baby" – an American citizen by birth who provided the entire Silverio clan a ticket to remain in the U.S. permanently.

But Flor was born premature, spent three months in the neonatal incubator and cost the San Joaquin Hospital more than $300,000. Meanwhile, oldest daughter Lourdes married an illegal alien gave birth to a daughter, too. Her name is Esmeralda. And Felipa had yet another child, Cristian.

The two Silverio anchor babies generate $1,000 per month in public welfare funding for the family. Flor gets $600 a month for asthma. Healthy Cristian gets $400. While the Silverios earned $18,000 last year picking fruit, they picked up another $12,000 for their two "anchor babies."

In fact, the increasing number of illegal aliens coming into the United States is forcing the closure of hospitals, spreading previously vanquished diseases and threatening to destroy America's prized health-care system, says a report in the spring issue of the Journal of American Physicians and Surgeons.

In addition, the report says, "many illegal aliens harbor fatal diseases that American medicine fought and vanquished long ago, such as drug-resistant tuberculosis, malaria, leprosy, plague, polio, dengue, and Chagas disease."

You mean that an invasion of illegal aliens undocumented immigrants would lower wages, bring new disease and medical costs and the inability (or desire) to speak English might cause economic depression, a failing medical system and low educational results?

Who knew?

Of course this study fails to mention the illegal alien undocumented immigrant issue at all:

"We have significant issues in the Valley that reflect rural inequality," said Adela de la Torre, a University of California at Davis professor and adviser for the new study. "The Valley has always been an area that's underserved."

Oh Adela? And what are those issues? I guess the taxpayers just don't serve the San Joaquin Valley enough...

"We have difficult challenges; there is no doubt," acknowledged Rep. Jim Costa, the Fresno Democrat who has represented the 20th Congressional District since 2005.

Costa, echoing de la Torre, stressed that "we lag in terms of dollars spent in the Valley, compared to other parts of the United States." The non-partisan Congressional Research Service likewise noted in a December 2005 report requested by Costa and other Valley lawmakers that the region "received fewer federal funds" than other parts of California or the United States overall.

Yup. That's exactly it. We simply don't sink enough money into Central California. There are no other causes. None at all.

If only...

...congress was actually this efficient, maybe we'd have a solution to our high gas prices:

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Oh yeah? Or what?!?!

The opening paragraph of this story made me laugh out loud:

THE HAGUE (Reuters) - The World Court ordered the United States on Wednesday to do all it could to halt the imminent executions of five Mexicans until the court makes a final judgment in a dispute over suspects' rights.

And if we don't?

Michelle Malkin has more...

Roger...just give up

When reading about the Roger Clemens story, I am reminded of the OJ Simpson murder trial juror who said that the reason she voted for Simpson's acquittal was that there was just too much evidence against him...nobody could have that much evidence against him without it being planted.

(that was a paraphrase)

So does Roger Clemens think we are all as dumb as OJ Simpson murder trial jurors?

NEW YORK -- Convicted steroid distributor Kirk Radomski handed over shipping receipts to federal investigators for a package of human growth hormone that he claims he sent to Roger Clemens' home in Texas in 2002 or 2003, the New York Daily News reported late Tuesday night on its website.

Clemens, the seven-time Cy Young Award winner, is under investigation for perjury after telling Congress he never used steroids or human growth hormone. Brian McNamee, Clemens' personal trainer, told Congress that Clemens used performance-enhancing drugs and that he provided them to the 300-game winner.

The Daily News reported, according to sources with close knowledge of the investigation, that Radomski is also believed to have provided the government with new information and receipts for drug shipments to other players.

Radomski is a former New York Mets clubhouse employee whose allegations formed much of former Senate majority leader George Mitchell's report on steroid use in major league baseball. Radomski was sentenced to five years of probation in February after cooperating with government investigators.

McNamee's allegations about Clemens in the Mitchell Report led to Senate hearings with Clemens.

The Daily News reported, according to the sources, that the package Radomski sent was addressed to William Roger Clemens, in care of Brian McNamee. The Daily News' sources said McNamee did not sign for the package.

OK, so now that's TWO trainers who have provided evidence that the Rocket was in receipt of performance-enhancing drugs. But...uh...we are supposed to believe that Roger never touched the stuff:

According to the sources, the timing of the shipment to Clemens' Houston home coincides roughly with the dates when Clemens' wife, Debbie, used human growth hormone in preparation for her participation in a pictorial in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. They also expect the evidence to corroborate McNamee's claims that Clemens was behind his wife's use and was present when McNamee injected her just after the drugs arrived at the couple's home.

Clemens' attorney, Rusty Hardin, said he wasn't aware of the government receiving the receipts from Radomski.

"I can't imagine that there's any truth to that at all," Hardin said. "We'll find out one day Roger never received or took the stuff."

Hmm. Well, I don't know. But I'm kinda inclined to listen to two guys who are much smarter than me when I consider the Roger Clemens saga. Roger, I think you are a:

Reaching across the aisle...

...for a maxi-pad to wipe the tears away. This is sickening. Resident Senate"Balladeer", Orrin Hatch (R-UT) recently penned a song honoring the Bootlegger's Boy from Taxachussetts, Ted Kennedy (D-MA). As we've all stood by this past year and watched the "distinguished Senator" battle a brain tumor with the assistance of only the finest doctors and specialists that a public, universal healthcare plan could provide, Senator Hatch wrote a song titled "Headed Home" for his "Special Friend". Here's just a sample of this reach-around for Teddy:

"Sailing home, sailing home. America, America, we're headed home at last." "Just honor him, honor him, and every fear will be a thing of the past."

Other Senate stalwarts like John Kerry, George Voinivich (pussy!) and Stenny Hoyer shed tears as big as horse turds over this slow-tempo ed, beltway opus. The Kopechne Family was unavailable for comment, unfortunately. Now there are plans to air this steaming pile of fecal-ity at the DNC in Denver next month. Just imagine how many times the tools from the mainstream media will try and shove this whole musical saga down the collective throat of those that dare tune in for the People's Party Message.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

I've Been a Very Bad Girl

Dear Mom,

I just realized that the last time I spent any time alone in your home, I was about 16 years old. Way too young (and too straight edge) to actually raid the liquor cabinet. You see, I've only been in your lovely home for two hours and already I have had two rum and cokes, given myself a manicure with your nail stuff, showered with your wonderful bath gels and shampoos, drenched my hair with your mousse, and used your perfume. Next I will dry my hair and put curlers in it. After that I'm going to stuff my face with Oreos, and dance around singing all the songs from Grease at the top of my lungs. Then I'm going to see if you have some frozen peas so I can stuff them up my nose and shoot them at the kids. This is so rad!

Your Loving Daughter,

P.S. I'm so glad you don't read this blog.

P.P.S. And Nigel thought this place needed a girl's touch. Ha.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Gratuitous 70's post

Comes courtesy of Preston at Six Meat Buffet...

Casting Aspersions

My apologies if you are a Detroit Lions fan:

Team owner Bill Ford had put together the perfect team for the Detroit Lions.

The only thing missing was a good quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges and even the Canadian and European Leagues, but he Couldn't find a ringer who could ensure a Super Bowl victory.

One night while watching CNN, he saw a war-zone scene in Afghanistan.

In one corner of the background, he spotted a young Afghani soldier with a truly incredible arm. He threw a hand grenade straight into a window from 80 yards away. Then he threw another from 50 yards down a chimney, and finally hit a passing car going 80 miles per hour.

"I've got to get this guy!" Lurie said to himself " He has the perfect arm!"

He brings the young Afghan to the States and teaches him the great game of football ...sure enough the Lions go on to win the Super Bowl.

The young Afghan is hailed as a hero of football, and when the coach asks him what he wants, all the young man wants to do is call his mother. "Mom," he says into the phone, "I just won the Super Bowl.

"I don't want to talk to you," the old Muslim woman says. "You deserted us. You are not my son."

"Mother, I don't think you understand," pleads the son, "I've just won the greatest sporting event in the world!"

"No! Let me tell you," his mother retorts, "At this very moment there are gunshots all around us. The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and I have to keep your sister in the house so she doesn't get raped!"

The old lady pauses then tearfully says,

"I will never forgive you for making us move to Detroit!

H/T: Occasional Reader DK.

The B.Hussein Obama electorate

How intelligent do you have to be to support Obama for President?

This intelligent:

H/T: The Jawas

Sunday, July 13, 2008

A dream come true!


The guys at Six Meat Buffet know the affinity I have for Cynthia McKinney. And I suspect that her and Brian had something going once, but that is only a rumor...

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Blues for Tony

It blows my mind how some people can accomplish so much success in their lives. Snow was a TV newsman, a radio show host, White House Press Secretary, and he played a mean flute.

Here he is playing the blues. I sure wish I could have found the footage where he's playing alongside Ian Anderson.

He also played saxophone, trombone, piccolo, accordion and guitar. Dang.

Must have been a time-bending accordion.

Nigel: Anyone want to hazard a guess at what the reaction is going to be among libtards?

(Update: Yup.)

(2nd Update: This is really Michele quoted in the comments, how can people be so can people be so cruel? )

(3rd Update: Finally, a liberal with a more fitting tribute to Tony)

Friday, July 11, 2008

Thanks a lot, A-hole!

Thanks to this moron, I was unemployed this week.

It was temporary. Our division was sold off immediately afterward and I'm back to work.

Still...didn't need the stress.

Update: I sent ole' Chucky a letter expressing my admiration for his finance acumen. Somehow I don't think he'll respond and I'm pretty much hoping the FBI doesn't come knocking on my door. Can that happen if you call a sitting US Senator an "A-hole"?

Thursday, July 10, 2008

I'm sure there's something better I could be doing...

But I can't stop making Obama posters.

Here's one of mine.

Ooh! And another:

Somebody please stop me:

Well...shit! What do we do now?

Seriously. I am cooking in this freakin' 62 degree heat this morning.

I have long stopped using hairspray because I was told that the propellants in it were harming the ozone layer and polluting our skies.

(Oh...and because I am now bald, but mostly because I didn't want to pollute our skies)

And I've stopped using fireplaces...because I was told all of that smoke contributed to global warming.

(Oh...and because I no longer live in a home that has a fireplace, but mostly because I didn't want to contribute to global warming)

Now what?

GOODBYE air pollution and smoky chimneys, hello brighter days. That's been the trend in Europe for the past three decades - but unfortunately cleaning up the skies has allowed more of the sun's rays to pierce the atmosphere, contributing to at least half the warming that has occurred.

Since 1980, average air temperatures in Europe have risen 1 °C: much more than expected from greenhouse-gas warming alone. Christian Ruckstuhl of the Institute for Atmospheric and Climate Science in Switzerland and colleagues took aerosol concentrations from six locations in northern Europe, measured between 1986 and 2005, and compared them with solar-radiation measurements over the same period. Aerosol concentrations dropped by up to 60 per cent over the 29-year period, while solar radiation rose by around 1 watt per square metre (Geophysical Research Letters, DOI: 10.1029/2008GL034228).

"The decrease in aerosols probably accounts for at least half of the warming over Europe in the last 30 years," says Rolf Philipona, a co-author of the study at MeteoSwiss, Switzerland's national weather service.

I give up. Living as a California Eco-Weenie is just too freakin' hard...and too damn competitive.

(HT for all of the green hilarity to Hot Air Headlines)

Undocumented Prostitutes boinking Johns American prostitutes just won't boink

For all of you racist immigrant haters out there...where will we find Americans willing to fill these jobs?:

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Molly's got a brand new "do"

And I am digging it!:

My Alter Ego wants to " hank allyou"

There are some basic rules for alter egos.

If you are a buttoned down sort of person and lead a very conservative personal life, then perhaps your psyche will create an alter ego that is more adventurous and creative to balance your inner yinyang.

Or maybe you're a pretty nice girl who worries about offending people, or coming off as a sanctimonious prude, so you end up with an alter ego who is a vicious and verbose vixen with really nice lingerie, and a healthy ego.

What I'm saying is that there should be special emphasis on the word "alter" in alter ego.

You see, if you are a bat-sh*t crazy drug using pseudo-celebrity whose alter ego is a bat-sh*t crazy drug using non-pseudo celebrity...well, some of us just wonder if there are any stairs going to your bat-filled belfry anymore. If there ever were. It's like she jumped into the phone booth to make a quick change and came out with a totally different crack pipe. Wow! I could hardly recognize her!

Another thing. If you have an alter ego, it's an excellent opportunity to give yourself a truly clever name. Cherry whuh?

I guess she created Cherry Koo Koo Bananas so she could backpedal all over her, sounds like the kind of performance that often leads to a red face and trauma to the tailbone.

Well at least in those that have any shame.

But I do like this song.

I know you won't believe this, but I couldn't find a really skanky photo of Courtney Love to go with this post. Either the woman is a major testament to the magical effects of cosmetics and photo airbrushing, or she threatens a fate worse than death upon any paparazzi that shoots her bad side. I'm thinking the latter.

Update from Nigel...Hey Mee-shell, let me hook a sistah up...for fun, submit your favorite Courtney Love is a skank photos in the comments section...we'll put them up.


Michele can only class this blog up a little as long as Yiddish and I are still around.

My submission:

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Global warming causes Mt. Shasta glaciers to grow

Nope. Not another one of my snarky and ironic headlines, nor a sarcastic post. Some dilweed academic weenie actually says that global warming is causing ice to grow on Mt. Shasta:

While it's not California's tallest mountain, the tongues of ice creeping down Shasta's volcanic flanks give the solitary mountain another distinction. Its seven glaciers, referred to by American Indians as the footsteps made by the creator when he descended to Earth, are the only historical glaciers in the continental U.S. known to be growing.

With global warming causing the retreat of glaciers in the Sierra Nevada, the Rocky Mountains and elsewhere in the Cascades, Mt. Shasta is actually benefiting from changing weather patterns over the Pacific Ocean.

"When people look at glaciers around the world, the majority of them are shrinking," said Slawek Tulaczyk, an assistant professor of earth sciences at the University of California, Santa Cruz. "These glaciers seem to be benefiting from the warming ocean."

Sorry...that loud piercing sound you just heard was my global warming bullshit detector going off.

So the AP (and no, screw you AP, I am not paying you for your material...send me a freakin' bill) claims that global warming is the cause for MORE ice, and the most qualified scientist they can find to back this claim is some assistant professor at the most liberal college in California?

Yeah, yeah...he is totally qualified because this yutz has been studying ice his entire life. Anyone want to hazard a guess at whether Slawek has been receiving any global warming grant money?

I mean, Slawek, do you actually have any data to back that stupid claim up (other than ice is growing on Mt. Shasta, and we know that our earth is warming, so it MUST be benefiting from it), or did you just pull that theory out of your ass?

I mean, what else could have changed his tune from back in 2002 when he and his partner were mystified at Mt. Shasta's refusal to let manmade global warming reduce its glaciers?

Authored by Ian Joughin, a geologist with the Jet Propulsion Laboratory at the California Institute of Technology and Slawek Tulaczyk, a professor of earth sciences at the University of California Santa Cruz, the study found that the ice sheet is gaining 26.8 billions tons of ice a year.

Much like Doran, Joughin sounded almost regretful about his scientific findings, recognizing that it contradicts the global warming orthdoxy.

"It could be this part of the ice sheet is not necessarily sensitive to global warming," he said.

Or better yet, it could be that you're just full of shit.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Write a Soldier Today

(by Michele)

Why? It's not the 4th of July, or Memorial Day or Veteran's's just July 7th. Well, because it's hotter than hell in Baghdad today, and because I said so, that's why.

I was out in the garden this morning picking over the wilted squash, and the crispy pea plants (still learning), and sweating through my sundress. It was already 90 degrees before lunchtime.When I came inside to park myself in front of the computer, thinking how grateful I was that God created air conditioning, I thought about my soldier, the one we've been writing to for a while, because I've had her letter sitting next to keyboard for a while and I have been meaning to write to her. I met her through Your letters and packages go to a soldier who doesn't get much mail, which is too bad because she writes lovely letters that end with Blessings, Love and Light and things like that. I just never know what to say to her, believe it or not, so I have the kids make cards and I send magazines and stuff. When I do write a longer letter I keep it casual.

Today I wondered how hot it was in Baghdad. Last time I looked, at 7pm Baghdad time, it was 97 degrees, with blowing dust. In a few days there will be a delightful high of 114 degrees. I doubt she's wearing a light cotton sundress covered in daisies while she's kicking butt in the hot sun.

Let me digress a bit here. I've been wasting my time lately fuming about a particular miserable apathetic ass I know who likes to spout off about our country, the war and especially Christians. He told me if he had a last name like mine (very Christian) he would have to change it. But I know, the only reason he can be as cynical and dismissive about God as he is, is because he has 28 different kinds of toilet paper with which to wipe his pampered ass, 20 different kinds of toothpaste to clean his filthy mouth. When he gets up in the morning he can shuffle groggily into the kitchen in his Fruit of the Looms, and decide whether he wants Crunchberries or Chocolate Fudge Pop tarts for breakfast, and if he doesn't want those, he can go to the store and live on Oreos for the rest of his life if he wants to. He's in a place where he's safe to think it's up to him to decide if there's a God or not, and free to decide whether he agrees with the way we're fighting for the freedoms and rights of others. He can even choose to check out and not care, because nobody is holding his sister hostage or bombing his street.

He never did anything to protect anyone's freedom. He's a force for least not anything worth anyone's precious time. Sadly, he's made himself a placeholder.

So I got positive, and wrote to a woman who is not dismissive when it comes to God and is doing something. A woman who will never be just a placeholder. I told her how very much I appreciated her in as many ways as I could.

I feel lighter. I hope she does too.

California: The state of the eco-weenie...

Everytime I ask myself, "Can this Global Warming thing get any dumber?", sure enough... it does:

OAKLAND, Calif. -- California is making it mandatory for cars to be labeled with global warming scores, figures that take into account emissions from vehicle use and fuel production.

The law requiring the labels goes into effect at the start of next year for all 2009 model cars, though its expected the labels will be popping up on cars in the coming months.

The labeling law forces cars for sale to display a global warming score, on a scale of one to 10, which is based on how vehicles in the same model year compare to one another. The higher the score, the cleaner a car is. The score takes into account emissions related to production of fuel for each vehicle as well as the direct emissions from vehicles.

Now I am sitting here in July with a sweatshirt and socks on because it is a blistering 64 degrees outside...thinking to myself: Since I am in the market for a new car, let me just say right now that I will not be purchasing anything with a score higher than 3.

And I want the vehicle to come with a trailer hitch just so I can pull along some burning trash as I drive.

Anything to drive my long-haired, lost-in-Haight-Ashbury, hippie-freak neighbor crazy...

Gratuitious 70's flashback

Yeah, I know. All I do is post videos. Indulge me anyway...:

Sunday, July 6, 2008

The entire Barack Obama candidacy...

...can be summed up right here.

Sharia no longer creeping into British schools...

...this is more like stomping:

Two schoolboys were given detention after refusing to kneel down and 'pray to Allah' during a religious education lesson.

Parents were outraged that the two boys from year seven (11 to 12-year-olds) were punished for not wanting to take part in the practical demonstration of how Allah is worshipped.

They said forcing their children to take part in the exercise at Alsager High School, near Stoke-on-Trent - which included wearing Muslim headgear - was a breach of their human rights.

When will the Brits ever stand up and reject this bullshit? Soon their entire Parliament will be facing East and praying five times a day...

The Headmaster artfully passes the buck:

Deputy headmaster Keith Plant said: "It's difficult to know at the moment whether this was part of the curriculum or not. I am not an RE teacher, I am an English teacher.

"At the moment it is our enterprise week and many of our members of staff are away.

"The particular member of staff you need to speak to isn't around. I think that it is a shame that so many parents have got in touch with the Press before coming to me.

"I have spoken to the teacher and she has articulately given me her version of events, but that is all I can give you at the moment."

Saturday, July 5, 2008

What this blog needs... a female's touch.

Or at least a chick who can whack Yiddish and I upside the skull when we get too male pigdogish...

So I've invited Michele from Cutting School and The Music Chamber (and rumored to be affiliated with Woman of Abomination) to post here whenever she feels the motivation. She will certainly add some class and...uh...actual writing talent to this P.O.C. blog.

And she's got great legs too:

Union Trib uses 4th of July to tell us what's wrong with America

Because, you know, they don't tell us the other 364 days out of the year...

I didn't see the OP/ED page of yesterday's San Diego Union Tribune until this morning because I just didn't feel like having my pride in my country crapped on by the local fishwrap. Because I just had that feeling, ya know...

Sure enough...

Today, we celebrate 232 years as a nation.

As usual, the Fourth of July weekend is one of those holidays we seem to enjoy more than others. Of course, we will have our family barbecues, fireworks displays, parades with marching bands, some chest-thumping, too, I suspect.

But all is not well in the land of the free.

Reporters without Borders, a research and advocacy organization that defends journalists and media and keeps tabs on press abuses around the world, ranks the United States 48th in the world in terms of press freedom...


Are you freakin' kidding me?! FORTY EIGHTH? Anyone with with half of a brain (which of course eliminates most liberals) can instantly deduce that ranking is utter bullshit.

Want some proof? OK...Reporters Without Borders ranks Canada 18th. Yup, Canada...whose press is SO free that a publisher might just find himself in front of a monkey court if he just so happened to offend a bunch of ragheads in print.

You know...Sand Monkeys. Terrorists. Jihadists.

Every single term I just used could be printed in this country without the writer worrying about being sued.

But not in Canada.

Considering John Eger's background , it is surprising to me that he neglects to tell the readers of his drivel that Reporters Without Borders is funded largely by European governments and George Soros. I wonder if there is any reason to scrutinize RWB's evaluation of America's journalistic freedoms.

Eger goes to great pains to point out other ways in which our country is not so free:

According to the International Centre for Prison Studies at King's College in London, the United States currently has the largest documented prison population in the world, both in absolute and proportional terms. mean we actually lock our criminals up? In other words, America must not be so free if we actually imprison criminals to protect the freedoms of law-abiding citizens. Because we all know that in a libtard's brain, criminals deserve all of the same freedoms as the rest of the citizenry.

The Pew Research Center, which does a comprehensive annual survey – taking the pulse of 47 nations around the world about their attitudes toward major powers, particularly the United States – reported: “the precipitous rise in anti-Americanism is startling. Where once it was considered the champion of democracy, America is now seen as a self-absorbed, militant hyperpower.”

Now that rise in anti-Americanism wouldn't have been fueled in any way by our FREE PRESS that blames America first, would it? Just sayin'...

So listen up you unenlightened rubes...this weekend is NOT about celebrating the Land of the is about feeling guilty for living in this once-great country:

This Fourth of July, we should take time to ask ourselves the tough questions about our wonderful nation, and do what we must to change public perceptions worldwide, but more, to right the ship of state and once again be the greatest experiment in democracy the world has ever seen.

Sheesh. Can't I just have a freakin' hot dog and watch some fireworks?

Friday, July 4, 2008

The Greatest Blog Post...Ever?

Or does linking to this post make me the biggest male pigdog ever?

A cut most unkind


BUCHAREST — A court has ordered a Romanian surgeon to pay $795,000 in compensation to a patient whose penis he accidentally severed during an operation.

In July 2004, Naum Ciomu made a surgical error while operating on the man's testicles, severing the penis instead of making an incision to the testicle.

I'm guessing that doc had to be some kind of careless. Is $795K enough for pecker whackage? Can the man have some sort of penile transplant surgery?

A piece of muscle from the man's arm has now been attached to where his penis was, but its function is aesthetic.

'You don't have to be an expert to realize that the 33-year-old victim does not have a good state of mind,' said Mihai Olariu, the victim's lawyer.

You know, after reading stories like this, let's just say I am...uh...usually extra, extra grateful for what I have.

And that's all I have to say about that.

(Anyone seen Laurie Kendrick around here lately? I shudder to think what she could do with this info...)

A poll Michelle Obama did not take part in

Proud to be an American:

Americans are the most patriotic people on the planet, according to researchers at the University of Chicago's National Opinion Research Center who quantified and compared the national sense of pride in 34 countries.

The United States is at the head of the list, followed by Venezuela, Ireland, South Africa, Australia, Canada, Chile, New Zealand, the Philippines and Israel rounding out the top 10.

Respondents were asked to rate exactly how proud they were of their nation in 10 areas, including politics, history, diversity and culture. The U.S. was ranked highest overall, particularly in pride in democracy, economy, political influence, science and the military.

Well...that's a far cry from this: