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Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb bomb Iran!

Now more than ever.

Iran deliberately enters Iraqi territorial waters, intercepts a British vessel during an inspection, takes the British sailors hostage, brings them back to Iran, and plans to charge them with espionage?

That’s balls, my friend.   Balls as big as the Lord himself.

The time for the proper answer is, of course, long past.   What should have happened immediately after the taking was announced should have been a very simply worded communique:

“President Ahmadinejad - you have sixty minutes to return the sailors to Her Majesty.   Failure to comply will result in the annihilation of Tehran.”

Followed immediately by the moving of every British (and possibly American) ship in the Persian Gulf   to within a mile of Iranian territory, with guns trained and missiles locked.

This is hardball, folks.   And Ahmadinejad just threw the first strike.

Good-bye, Cathy.

Cathy Seipp has passed beyond the veil.   Aged 49, she succumbed to lung cancer after five years.   Cathy possessed none of the traditional risk factors for lung cancer, but it got her anyway.   I only “knew” Cathy from her writings on her blog, at NRO, and her appearances on the short-lived Dennis Miller show.   She was funny, witty, and did not suffer fools gladly.   She leaves behind a daughter, Maia, who she lived long enough to see off to college.

Good-bye Miss Seipp.   You will be missed.

I finally have a living room.

And I was able to watch TV in it tonight. And a DVD. The surround speakers aren’t in yet (hell, I don’t OWN them yet), but that should be dealt with in short order. I’ll concentrate on new furniture later on. For now, it’s usable space.

Surprisingly, for a long narrow room it sounds damned good. Which was kinda unexpected. I guess the carpet really softened it up acoustically.

This house has come a long way in 5 months. And it’s almost done. Just need to paint the dining room and hang the ceiling fan.

And then find some new projects to do. Later.

Engrish!

NOTE: Please make sure we have to plug the socket 1, otherwise the system can’t boot, also please make sure the DIMM socket 1,2 and 3,4 should be the same size, otherwise the capacity will not correct.

From the Hewlett-Packard US QuickSpecs for the Proliant ML150 G3 server.

Things noticed on a Friday morning in March

Which, incidentally, happens to be the last Friday before the vernal equinox.   That’s the first day of Spring, for those of you in Rio Linda.   You know, when it’s supposed to be warm, and sunny, and trees blossom, and flowers bloom.   Except when it’s snowing.   Like it is now.

Why is it that eggs will stick to everything but my fork?   My shirt would like an answer to that question.

Bananas are good.

Did I mention the snow?

Oh, and another thing about that Courant article

One other student, a young man named Chris, said “the misunderstood are feared and hated”.

What he fails to comprehend is that if the truth about Islam was taught, and not the carefully massaged and propagandized message authorized by CAIR, people would understand.

And that understanding would bring more hatred than he could possibly comprehend in his young mind.

Cultural Relativism strikes close to home

(via LGF)

Colchester, CT. A high school decides to teach an object lesson in “diversity” by having some girls “volunteer” to wear the burqa for a day. They then note (with help from CAIR, natch) the “hateful and abusive” comments directed at her by other students. Why does this whole thing smell staged?

The very worst part of this is that the lesson the school hopes to impart is precisely the opposite of the lesson that should be taught — what the burqa truly represents.

I find it disturbing in the extreme that the heirs to the women who were only forty years ago burning brassieres as instruments of male oppression are now preaching tolerance of a garment whose sole reason for existence is to oppress women. The social movement that decries pornography for the objectification of women celebrates the garment that serves to do nothing more.

An entire portion of our society seems to have fallen prey to the idea that all cultures are precisely alike in value and virtue. The truth behind the nature of the burqa should put the lie to that belief. But for some reason it does not. As though finding any fault with the other is somehow unthinkable. And this is what I do not understand.

When I read about this, the only thing I wanted to do was tear the hood from this brainwashed child’s head and shout the truth of what it represents to her. We believe that women have a right to self-determination. This hood is the product of a culture that believes that women are merely meat. We believe that women have the final say in what happens to their body. This hood is a product of a culture that believes that women’s bodies belong to their fathers or their husbands.

In this country, we get things like the Violence Against Women Act. The burqa is the product of a culture for which that law is heresy. The burqa is the product of a culture that believes that a girl should be killed rather than marry the man of her choosing. That believes a woman ought to be killed if she is raped.

And we want to teach our children to be tolerant of this culture? Well, at least Caitlin already knows how to wear a burqa.

How I know that Anthropogenic Global Warming is a hoax

I’ve always believed that if you want to know whether or not a particular threat is real, you need to look at the underlying motives of the people pushing the alarmism.

In the case of Global Warming, the solution is always the same, and the same as it was thirty years ago when we were facing a Global Ice Age. The complete destruction of Western liberal democracy and industrial capitalism. The replacement of those with a totalitarian ruling elite dictating to the serfs how they shall live and die.

And articles like this are all the proof I need. When the followers of the revolution start calling for the excommunication of heretics, and begin threatening to kill the unbelievers then you need look no further. When the first response of a belief system to any criticism is death to the critic, then the belief system is a sham that the believers themselves place no faith in.

Stinky Wizzleteats goes mainstream!

I’m watching Good Eats on the TiVo. Skipping past the commercials with the 30-second skip, so every time I push the button, I get just a little sound. And I see the words “The joy of eating”, and hear this little guitar riff that my brain immediately recognized. And I says to myself “no. fucking. way.”

Back up, it’s a Sara Lee commercial - and they’re playing The Happy Happy Joy Joy Song from Ren & Stimpy.

My brains hurt.

But he’s such a nice guy!

I’m sick to death of hearing about how nice Barack Obama is.   Sure, he’s young, attractive, well-spoken, hits all the talking points just so.   It doesn’t make him any less a socialist, and it doesn’t make him any more attractive to think about as President.   The man is just not president material.

But he’s such a nice guy.

So was Jimmy Carter.   And look at what that got us.