Mainstream dhimmi media has a differential diagnosis for the "lone wolf" shooter whose motive is LIKE TOTALLY SO UNKOWN!
Depression.
And those condolences?
They should be told to shove them up their arses.
PS: DISGUSTING.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Friday, July 17, 2015
The Liberal-Lefty-Jihad Convergence
In a nutshell:
"Of course you have noticed that politics makes strange bedfellows"
"Its always the Leftist Neo-Commie Jew haters running the flotillas to Palestine. It seems a bit awkward that Atheist Liberal Commies supporting Islamic Terrorists"
"So this week the arrest of Alexander Ciccolo demonstrates the same convergence in a single person. Liberal Hippie activist turns Islamic Terrorist."
(In case you missed it-link here.)
"I guess because if you're going to hate Jews the Islamists take it to a whole 'nother level."
INDEED.
"Of course you have noticed that politics makes strange bedfellows"
"Its always the Leftist Neo-Commie Jew haters running the flotillas to Palestine. It seems a bit awkward that Atheist Liberal Commies supporting Islamic Terrorists"
"So this week the arrest of Alexander Ciccolo demonstrates the same convergence in a single person. Liberal Hippie activist turns Islamic Terrorist."
(In case you missed it-link here.)
"I guess because if you're going to hate Jews the Islamists take it to a whole 'nother level."
INDEED.
Glick: Obama's Age of Nuclear Chaos
The great Caroline Glick and her sage advice and wisdom:
"Just as Obama’s nuclear capitulation to Iran has destroyed his influence among our Arab neighbors, so his ability to force Israel to sit on the sidelines as he gives Iran a nuclear arsenal is severely constrained."
"How will he punish Israel for defying him? By signing a nuclear deal with Iran that destroys 70 years of US nonproliferation strategy, allows the Iranian regime to grow rich on sanctions relief, become a regional hegemon while expanding its support for terrorism and develop nuclear weapons? Years from now, perhaps historians will point out the irony that Obama, who loudly proclaims his goal of making the world free of nuclear weapons, has ushered in an era of mass nuclear proliferation and chaos."
("How could we have possibly known?!?!")
"Israel can ill afford the luxury of pondering irony."
"One day the nuclear Furies Obama has unleashed may find their way to New York City."
"But their path to America runs through Israel. We need to ready ourselves to destroy them before they cross our border."
"Just as Obama’s nuclear capitulation to Iran has destroyed his influence among our Arab neighbors, so his ability to force Israel to sit on the sidelines as he gives Iran a nuclear arsenal is severely constrained."
"How will he punish Israel for defying him? By signing a nuclear deal with Iran that destroys 70 years of US nonproliferation strategy, allows the Iranian regime to grow rich on sanctions relief, become a regional hegemon while expanding its support for terrorism and develop nuclear weapons? Years from now, perhaps historians will point out the irony that Obama, who loudly proclaims his goal of making the world free of nuclear weapons, has ushered in an era of mass nuclear proliferation and chaos."
("How could we have possibly known?!?!")
"Israel can ill afford the luxury of pondering irony."
"One day the nuclear Furies Obama has unleashed may find their way to New York City."
"But their path to America runs through Israel. We need to ready ourselves to destroy them before they cross our border."
Is the Jihad Getting You Down? Need A Break From The Feeling That We're Close to the End of the World??
This post is going to be light and fluffy because jeeezzzzussss effing hell on earth I am tired of talking about and posting about and reading about the barbarians.
So here's a bunch of random stuff that is NOT about the head choppers, leftist morons and whatnot.
First of all, in doing some work-related research, I happened upon a delightful article about dress codes for women in Victorian era Prince Edward Island. There were rigorous codes of etiquette surrounding fabric, colour, patter and style, and of course everything had a MESSAGE.
There was also a very strict code of rules on making calls to family, friends and acquaintances, where to leave your calling card, how to leave it, etc..
I actually learned about the expression 'kid gloves' because they had a picture of a woman with her "kid [leather] gloves" and I had never put two and two together before. DUH. Kid gloves!
Anyway, the best part about it is that they had an extensive little bit about the language of fan communication. Now, not "fan" like FAN JEW MIDDLE-AGED ZIONIST GIRL you know like ME AND MARK STEYN.
*waves*
This was all about how women practiced the secret language of communicating with their fluttering, hand-held fans!
Dammit, I think we need to go back to fans!
Communication between men and women is just so freaking complicated nowadays. If all these idiot millennials, and emasculated men and masculine women would just take a step backward to simpler times, we all would be so much better off.
To wit:
You want something happy? This cake is totally happyville, man.
Seriously, it's the best chocolate cake I ever made. I made one this morning. The secret Zionist twist is also adding two heaping teaspoons of instant coffee into the batter, which brings out the chocolate flavours like you cannot imagine!
HAPPY CAKE.
And, if this is true, it makes me very happy.
So, enjoy yourself. Coz it's impossible to be worrying about civilizational collapse 24/7. And it's impossible to watch the Jackson Five and listen to disco and feel bummed out.
If you've still got the blahs after this, well, sorry-you're hopeless.
So here's a bunch of random stuff that is NOT about the head choppers, leftist morons and whatnot.
First of all, in doing some work-related research, I happened upon a delightful article about dress codes for women in Victorian era Prince Edward Island. There were rigorous codes of etiquette surrounding fabric, colour, patter and style, and of course everything had a MESSAGE.
There was also a very strict code of rules on making calls to family, friends and acquaintances, where to leave your calling card, how to leave it, etc..
I actually learned about the expression 'kid gloves' because they had a picture of a woman with her "kid [leather] gloves" and I had never put two and two together before. DUH. Kid gloves!
*waves*
This was all about how women practiced the secret language of communicating with their fluttering, hand-held fans!
Dammit, I think we need to go back to fans!
Communication between men and women is just so freaking complicated nowadays. If all these idiot millennials, and emasculated men and masculine women would just take a step backward to simpler times, we all would be so much better off.
To wit:
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| I LOVE THIS STUFF. WE NEED MORE FAN CULTURE. |
You want something happy? This cake is totally happyville, man.
Seriously, it's the best chocolate cake I ever made. I made one this morning. The secret Zionist twist is also adding two heaping teaspoons of instant coffee into the batter, which brings out the chocolate flavours like you cannot imagine!
HAPPY CAKE.
And, if this is true, it makes me very happy.
So, enjoy yourself. Coz it's impossible to be worrying about civilizational collapse 24/7. And it's impossible to watch the Jackson Five and listen to disco and feel bummed out.
If you've still got the blahs after this, well, sorry-you're hopeless.
In Case You Missed It: From the "There is No Joy or Fun in Islam" File
So funny.
.@anjemchoudary That's fucked my plan to open a gay porn cinema where you can order a pint and a bacon sandwich to be brought to your seat.
— Louis Barfe (@LFBarfe) July 16, 2015
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Do You Hear That Sound?
That's the sound of a thousand Mainstream Media Dhimmis furiously screaming FIRE UP THE LONE WOLF STORY GENERATOR: STAT!!!!!
"Muhammad Youssef Abdulazeez is the name of the suspected gunman who shot at two military-related facilities in Chattanooga, Tennessee."
President Obama is apparently calling a press conference shortly, to bemoan the state of workplace violence in America.
"Muhammad Youssef Abdulazeez is the name of the suspected gunman who shot at two military-related facilities in Chattanooga, Tennessee."
President Obama is apparently calling a press conference shortly, to bemoan the state of workplace violence in America.
I Love You America, But Your Police Are Out of Control
Yes, blue lives matter and yes, the large majority of law enforcement officials are good eggs.
But when there is a bad egg, he or she needs to be punished.
I'd even go further.
There should be a ripple effect on the given force even if their colleague retires or is shoved out quietly.
There should be shaming. Shaming works.
There always need to be consequences for bad behaviour. Always.
Often, there are no consequences whatsoever for the bad behaviour of those whose chosen vocation is serving as an armed protector of civilization with the full might of the state behind him or her.
Yes, it is dangerous work and yes, it should be very reasonably compensated.
There is still no excuse for a policy of no consequences.
This woman and her daughter are bloody lucky they didn't end up dead.
And if that's what makes them "lucky", Houston-we have a real problem.
But when there is a bad egg, he or she needs to be punished.
I'd even go further.
There should be a ripple effect on the given force even if their colleague retires or is shoved out quietly.
There should be shaming. Shaming works.
There always need to be consequences for bad behaviour. Always.
Often, there are no consequences whatsoever for the bad behaviour of those whose chosen vocation is serving as an armed protector of civilization with the full might of the state behind him or her.
Yes, it is dangerous work and yes, it should be very reasonably compensated.
There is still no excuse for a policy of no consequences.
This woman and her daughter are bloody lucky they didn't end up dead.
And if that's what makes them "lucky", Houston-we have a real problem.
Embers
The greatest and most intense human pain, whether bereavement, loss, betrayal or grief is a normal part of the human experience. Those who realize that it is normal to feel terrible at times, but know that is is not a permanent condition, ultimately have richer and more balanced lives than those who cannot envision a lessening of pain, or cannot see beyond a permanent solution for the temporary agony of spirit.
I say lessening because the most acute pain of human existence is not something that you ever get over, it's something that you only get through and some days are better than others. And some days, the realization that some human issues, your human issues, have no silver lining, is too much to bear, so you cry, and you grieve some more in your own way, where you can, when you can, where you permit yourself to feel.
The most painful experiences and realities of the human condition are most like embers, sitting in your soul quietly for the most part, not too hot, but nothing you particularly want to touch and feel.
Then a gust of memory blows toward you like a gale force wind, and the embers are stoked, and glow hotter and hotter, until you despair. They raise your temperature, take over your mind, and give you no peace for seconds, minutes, or sometimes days and weeks.
Not only is your soul on fire, but your sleep is disturbed, your focus is hampered. Pedestrian tasks become excruciatingly challenging to complete. Mundane comments made by totally innocuous other beings become arrows extracting drops of blood or tears. Songs take on different meanings. Words mean different things. You weep. You wipe away the salty, human drops of mourning. You take a breath, and another and another.
And then, just as mysteriously as the wind blew in, it disappears, leaving absolutely incongruous silence in its wake.
Your house still looks the same, your children smell the same after their bath, you get into the same car, walk down the same street. Your embers dim and give you back momentary peace, allow you respite, and a walkway back toward the normal state of your soul where they are not too hot, not too cold, just always there.
No human life is without its embers.
Those who love you, truly love you will not take on the role of the wind, will provide shelter from the storm, and a reason to wait by your side for the slow, sometimes agonizingly slow cool down. The never permanent cool down.
Everyone has their embers.
Even those who appear the strongest with the most voracious appetite for life and living have something or, in fact, many things that they take great pains to protect from the wind.
Living with your embers is human.
Not playing the role of the wind is divine.
I say lessening because the most acute pain of human existence is not something that you ever get over, it's something that you only get through and some days are better than others. And some days, the realization that some human issues, your human issues, have no silver lining, is too much to bear, so you cry, and you grieve some more in your own way, where you can, when you can, where you permit yourself to feel.
The most painful experiences and realities of the human condition are most like embers, sitting in your soul quietly for the most part, not too hot, but nothing you particularly want to touch and feel.
Then a gust of memory blows toward you like a gale force wind, and the embers are stoked, and glow hotter and hotter, until you despair. They raise your temperature, take over your mind, and give you no peace for seconds, minutes, or sometimes days and weeks.
Not only is your soul on fire, but your sleep is disturbed, your focus is hampered. Pedestrian tasks become excruciatingly challenging to complete. Mundane comments made by totally innocuous other beings become arrows extracting drops of blood or tears. Songs take on different meanings. Words mean different things. You weep. You wipe away the salty, human drops of mourning. You take a breath, and another and another.
And then, just as mysteriously as the wind blew in, it disappears, leaving absolutely incongruous silence in its wake.
Your house still looks the same, your children smell the same after their bath, you get into the same car, walk down the same street. Your embers dim and give you back momentary peace, allow you respite, and a walkway back toward the normal state of your soul where they are not too hot, not too cold, just always there.
No human life is without its embers.
Those who love you, truly love you will not take on the role of the wind, will provide shelter from the storm, and a reason to wait by your side for the slow, sometimes agonizingly slow cool down. The never permanent cool down.
Everyone has their embers.
Even those who appear the strongest with the most voracious appetite for life and living have something or, in fact, many things that they take great pains to protect from the wind.
Living with your embers is human.
Not playing the role of the wind is divine.
Mark Steyn: The Competing Merits of Saudis, Iranians and Canadians
Whole essay of course is excellent.
This nugget?
I'm in love with it:
Steyn:
"All you can do as the weasels and cowards of the fin de civilisation west trade away freedom of expression incrementally day by day is to stand up and use yours as loudly as you can."
This nugget?
I'm in love with it:
Steyn:
"All you can do as the weasels and cowards of the fin de civilisation west trade away freedom of expression incrementally day by day is to stand up and use yours as loudly as you can."
Thin-Skinned President Admits Iran Still A Terrorist Sponsor, And He's Not Counting on Civilizing Iran
Everything is FABULOUS.
"We’ll still have problems with Iran’s sponsorship of terrorism, its funding of proxies like Hezbollah that threaten Israel and threaten the region,” he said."
“My hope is that building on this deal, we can continue to have conversations with Iran that incentivize them to behave differently in the region, to be less aggressive, less hostile, more cooperative, to operate in a way we expect nations in the international community to behave.”
“But we’re not counting on it,” he added.
We're screwed.
"We’ll still have problems with Iran’s sponsorship of terrorism, its funding of proxies like Hezbollah that threaten Israel and threaten the region,” he said."
“My hope is that building on this deal, we can continue to have conversations with Iran that incentivize them to behave differently in the region, to be less aggressive, less hostile, more cooperative, to operate in a way we expect nations in the international community to behave.”
“But we’re not counting on it,” he added.
We're screwed.
Jerusalem Superman Mayor Nir Barkat Strikes Again
This is so Israeli. I love it.
Car in the way? Can't get the bus through? No problem.
Grab strong guys. LIFT CAR. Problem solved.
Car in the way? Can't get the bus through? No problem.
Grab strong guys. LIFT CAR. Problem solved.
Basically, the guy who runs my city is a superhero: Jerusalem mayor @NirBarkat helps lift car, unblocking street - http://t.co/0YmZdPkZld
— Avi Mayer (@AviMayer) July 16, 2015Michelle Malkin: The Wine-Sipping Butchers of Planned Parenthood
Barbarians.
"Hollywood couldn't conjure monsters this chillingly, banally evil."
"This master of murderous euphemism repeatedly referred to an unborn baby's head as a "calvarium" and casually described the tricks and techniques she and her fellow abortionists use to "increase your chance of success." Rotating the babies so they are delivered breech before being mutilated and slaughtered by the practitioners of Planned Butcherhood works fabulously, in case you were wondering."
"Pausing only to swig more luxury libations from her jumbo wine glass, the loquacious death doc explained to investigators posing as fetal tissue company executives how her "providers" use "ultrasound guidance" to target the coveted body parts -- "so they'll know where they're putting their forceps. In a singsong recitation, this lettuce-chomping Mengele in a silk tank top detailed how the "providers" use ultrasound to become "cognizant of where you put your graspers."
"This method is not employed to reduce the pain and suffering of unborn baby and mother, mind you."
"It's to get "good at getting heart, lung, liver, because we know that -- so I'm not gonna crush that part. I'm going to basically crush below, I'm gonna crush above, and I'm gonna see if I can get it all intact."
"When you've recovered from your nausea, ask yourselves this: What kind of country do we live in where law-abiding businesses are fined, threatened and demonized for refusing to bake gay wedding cakes, but barbaric baby butchers are hailed by feminists, Hollywood and a president who asked God to "bless" them?"
"God help us."
"Hollywood couldn't conjure monsters this chillingly, banally evil."
"This master of murderous euphemism repeatedly referred to an unborn baby's head as a "calvarium" and casually described the tricks and techniques she and her fellow abortionists use to "increase your chance of success." Rotating the babies so they are delivered breech before being mutilated and slaughtered by the practitioners of Planned Butcherhood works fabulously, in case you were wondering."
"Pausing only to swig more luxury libations from her jumbo wine glass, the loquacious death doc explained to investigators posing as fetal tissue company executives how her "providers" use "ultrasound guidance" to target the coveted body parts -- "so they'll know where they're putting their forceps. In a singsong recitation, this lettuce-chomping Mengele in a silk tank top detailed how the "providers" use ultrasound to become "cognizant of where you put your graspers."
"This method is not employed to reduce the pain and suffering of unborn baby and mother, mind you."
"It's to get "good at getting heart, lung, liver, because we know that -- so I'm not gonna crush that part. I'm going to basically crush below, I'm gonna crush above, and I'm gonna see if I can get it all intact."
"When you've recovered from your nausea, ask yourselves this: What kind of country do we live in where law-abiding businesses are fined, threatened and demonized for refusing to bake gay wedding cakes, but barbaric baby butchers are hailed by feminists, Hollywood and a president who asked God to "bless" them?"
"God help us."
My Idiot People
There are a lot of wickedly stupid Jews in official positions who try to minimize and deflect the issue of bloodthirsty Palestinians murdering Jews for sport, and for the pleasure of cruelty.
"Our father's blood is crying out."
For shame.
"Our father's blood is crying out."
For shame.
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