Who indeed? Seems that some scientists - trying to cure gay male sheep because, well, they don’t tend to breed more little sheep with their penchant for buggary, have been told “Hands off, you hateful, homophobic, bigoted breeders!” by the Gay Lobby.

Seems the Homos are worried that, say, if someone finds the genetic marker for their “born that way” behavior, they might find a cure for it - or at the very least, abort the potential little boys they might want to sodomize when they grow up (to one degree or another) later.

I have always said that a gay will get a lot more traction with me if they use the “I choose to have this kind of sex” line of reasoning, then with the “I can’t help myself” line, mainly because the latter is patently untrue. This is a case in point. Imagine someone saying “Would I choose this living hell?” If they meant it - would they not jump to avail themselves of a “cure?” If it is a misery for a gay child - well, abortion does solve that problem. These people do walk hand in hand with the pro-abortion crowd.

Seriously - I may not choose to bust my leg, or get strep throat, or any of a myriad amount of ailments - but if I decline treatment, I sure as hell “choose” to remain that way. If I start up “Parents and Friends of Gimps Hobbling Around on Improperly Healed Fractures” and start pissing and moaning about parents who choose to have their kids broken legs set, well, what does that say? I mean, Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick.

You know, I may think gay sex is deviant as hell. And I do. But most gay sex is a heck of a lot less “sick” that beating someone for sexual p0leasure, or urinating, or defecating on them - or being the recipient thereof. Yet I don’t devote my time decrying the Potty Sex lobby. Hmm - wonder why that is?

Oh, yeah. That would be because there isn’t one, mayhap? Maybe I don’t say diddley because they aren’t marching in the streets, copulating in public, desecrating churches by tossing condoms about, pushing for laws to give them extra protection, or expressing their peculiar brand of affection in a public display. I guarantee, though, if some Kinkmeister went and whizzed on his girlfriend as a PDA, or was being flogged by his girlfriend on the street corner - or in front of the class of 10 year olds he was teaching - I’d probably bitch a bit. Maybe that is because the Kinks keep their shit discreet and in the privacy of their homes, and behind their bedroom doors instead of making a spectacle of themselves. Maybe they say “We choose to be this way, live this life, keep it private - so mind yer own business.”

Hmmm. Nah - obviously I’m just a hate-filled breeder.

In Goddamn Insane - I mean, Saddam Hussein’s - case, I will make an exception.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.  Thankfully that waste of flesh will no longer be using up valuable oxygen.

Twas the night before Kwanzaa
And all through the ‘hood,
Maulana Karenga was up to no good.

He’d tortured a woman and spent time in jail.
He needed a new scam that just wouldn’t fail.
(”So what if I stuck some chick’s toe in a vice?
Nobody said revolution was nice!”)

The Sixties were over. Now what would he do?
Why, he went back to school — so that’s “Dr.” to you!
He once ordered shootouts at UCLA
Now he teaches Black Studies just miles away.

Then to top it all off, the good Doctor’s new plan
Was to get rid of Christmas and piss off The Man.

Karenga invented a fake holiday.
He called the thing Kwanza. “Hey, what’s that you say?

“You don’t get what’s ‘black’ about Maoist baloney?
You say that my festival’s totally phony?

“Who cares if corn isn’t an African crop?
Who cares if our harvest’s a month or two off?
Who cares if Swahili’s not our mother tongue?
A lie for The Cause never hurt anyone!

“Umoja! Ujima! Kujichagulia, too!
Collectivist crap never sounded so cool!
Those guilty white liberals — easy to fool.
Your kids will now celebrate Kwanzaa in school!”

And we heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight:
“Happy Kwanzaa to all, except if you’re white!”

Hat tip to “The Curt Jester”

Luke 2

1 And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.

2 (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)

3 And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.

4 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)

5 To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

6 And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

7 And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

8  And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

9 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

15 And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.

16 And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.

17 And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.

18 And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.

19 But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.

20 And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.

For those who asked, here is a picture of my inking from last weekend.

Dead sexy, eh?

Well, it has been a tough fall and early winter for me.

It’s been slow news - since the damn elections, the only things to write about have been trash or trashy.  No, I don’t care if Britney is showing her goodies.  And what Donald Trump and the Foul-mouthed dyke  called Rosie O’Donnell have to say to each other concerns me not.

Nifong/Nodong has decided not to press rape charges because it never happened.  But he is perfectly willing to consider ruining three young men’s lives to keep face.  It’s people like him who are the reason we have such concepts as “Tar and Feathers.”

The ACLU?  Screw you and the horses you rode in on, you syphilitic gang of bigots.  I have a manger scene.  On my property.  And guess what, assholes?  I am not being inclusive, either.

So - on this chill December night, I want to wish all a Merry Christmas.  I’m Christian - it’s my tradition.  If you celebrate something else, more power to you, but I can hardly wish it to you if it isn’t mine to wish, can I?  So in that case, on December 25th, have a hell of a day.  Dance around your cash register and sing “What a Friend We Have in Jesus” if the spirit so moves you.

And for those who resent the Holiday wish, fine.  DON’T have a Merry Christmas if it makes you feel better.  I’ll trade you - you can have a day of my meds and my moods, and I will have the happy feelings, ‘kay?

This goes out to all the spammers out there…

When you send out your variation of the Nigerian scam, sending it from one address, with a “reply to” from a different address, a third e-mail addy in the body of the message, and coming from a location (yes, I know how to look at full headers) that has no resemblance to the first three - Well, not real bright.  What say that this particular con has reached saturation point, and find something new, m’kay? Seriously.  I mean how many people can be falling for it - with enough money to make it worth your while - these days? There are skits about it, for pity’s sake.  It’s so common as to be trite and cliche.

Just an idea.

Okay.  “Maximize your height?”  You have got to be kidding me.   Hello?  Seven feet tall?  “Want larger breasts?”  Well, not on me, that’s for sure.  And I don’t know that I would recommend it for the woman in my life right now.  It’s always been my opinion that anything over a handful goes to waste - and I have big hands.
Marketing, people, marketing!  A little market research will pay off real big.

I went to the store last night for a late night meal.  I’m not doing too well with crowds as of late, so I try to do any shopping then.  Anyway.  Saw a student of mine, or should I say, a former student of mine.

Little background - I used to teach some computer classes at the community college, mostly for people re-engineering their careers.  “Anne” was one such student.  She had left a truly abusive relationship with her ex-husband - not one where he said “No” and it was abuse, but I am talking black eyes and split lips.  I knew her and her husband before then - in fact, I reccommended she go to the college.

(Yes, there are bad men.  Never said there wasn’t, just that the case is way overstated, and that there are also many false accusations.  Because it does happen, doesn’t mean every pronouncement is true.)

Anyway,  Anne had issues with independence, and like many women, she got sucked into a lesbian relationship, defending it with “I’m sick of being abused by men; a woman would never do that to me.”  She just couldn’t live alone, and take care of herself.  So, she found a woman to be her man.
So what did Anne have?

A black eye.  A swollen nose.  A cut lip. Bruises up and down her arm.  And all done by “Mary.”  And not for the first time.  Seems Anne had fallen into the same trap - and now couldn’t get out.  Or, rather, didn’t think she could get out.  And all my urging for her to just leave was for naught - just like with Bob.

As nice a lady as Anne can be, like too many women, Anne has issues.  She sees herself as a perpetual victim, and a spectator in her own life, and has trouble coming to grips with the fact that she is a participant in her own life.  She is a passive woman, and seeks out a controlling and dominating person who will run her life.  Then, when she feels comfortable, she rebels a bit, chafes under the control - and winds up with the controller -well - exerting control.   She is afraid Mary will out her.  She is afraid Mary will collaborate with Bob to take her kid away (With good reason, too - Mary has threatened just that).  She doesn’t see her participation in her own abuse, as it is easier to just blame someone else - in this case, men - for her own victimization.

She’s not happy with Mary.  She even told me that they have had fights because she winds up drunk and having sex with men, which really drives Mary batshit - last time, Mary broke a couple ribs and raped her (even though Anne didn’t call it “Rape” - though I’d say forced sodomy with a - um - “sex toy” does qualify).

But, Anne is determined to be a Lesbian, and determined to continue the cycle, and  determined to be in denial, and determined to be a victim.  And I have seen this play out over and over.  Lord have mercy.  So what could I do but tell Anne “Good luck” and go to the check out?  Saving someone from themselves is a waste of time in these days - it’s impossible.  And as bad as Bob was - and he was a drunken shitheel who deserved his testicles revoked - she was better off with him than Mary.  Mary is an emotional terrorist, on top of everything else.  And Bob never beat Anne as bad as Mary does.  Bob Left bruises.  Mary breaks bones.  Anne had to wear sunglasses with Bob, but now she accessorizes with slings and Ace bandages.  Bob pretty much kicked Anne to the curb when she left him.  Mary stalks Anne, and Anne goes back out of fear Mary will run her down or something.  Bob never forced Anne to have sex - he just went out and got it somewhere else.
It’s a great disservice we do in the way we teach the baloney propaganda that females are “Sugar and spice.” This is what Anne, and many other fall victim to, that “A woman would never do that, especially to another woman.”  May I be first in line to call “Bullshit?”  Fact is, any woman who seeks out a lesbian partnering to escape “violence at the hands of men” is living in a dream world.  Any DV shelter will grudgingly admit that the incidence is as high, and that there are even some additional hurdles such women face.  And a lot of studies place it even higher (Though I’m not going to play the cite game, so put a cork in it.  We can counter all day and it won’t get us anywhere).  Fact is, when feminist sinkholes like DV advocacy groups “grudgingly” admit to an incidence at least as high, there is smoke.  When they start hemming and hawing about “nuances” and “dynamics” you are not just smelling smoke, but seeing the haze.  We have a fire, folks.

Newsflash:  Indeed, women are people too.  Which means that they can be just as nasty and brutal as men.

Nastier, too.  One of the dynamics cited by many people that play into such things is the tendancy for social workers and law enforcement to view lesbian violence as a mutal thing, and police are as likely to either not make an arrest at all as they are to arrest both.  In most states lesbians can’t get a domestic restraining order, because such orders aren’t given out against women - period.  This isn’t just the states that limit it de jure, but what is de facto.  That is right - your feminist “Sistahs” who have campaigned against men so hard to paint women as perpetual victims are the ones who have made it impossible to protect yourself against another woman.

And for any lesbian reading this - you really think your “breeder” sisters are going to give up their privilege to be immune from prosecution on DV for your sake?  C’mere - I have some farmland in Florida for cheap that you and me have just GOT to talk about…

Saddest thing about it, too - things won’t change until it is perceived as “hurting women.”

Still fighting the depression.

Seasonal affective disorder, my own holiday blues, and the depression - talk about a one-two-three combo.

I suppose the meds are helping - haven’t contemplated ending it all lately, though it is still a dark place I live in. Every now and again I have moments, but it is bittersweet because usually the despair rolls away to be replaced by anger or something else that is negative.

It’s hard to get in the spirit of the season. It has been really forced this year, so much weighing on me. I am distinctly uninspired when it comes to gift-giving and buying. A lot of people are getting gift cards, I am afraid. Everything looks so cheap and trashy.

I hope the holidays of all my readers are going better.

Referenced from this story HERE.

Wrong on so many levels.  Where to start?

Any child has a right to their own natural parents - and barring abuse, such people are the first and best choice to raise those children, especially in an intact family.  Anything less is at best, second best.  Every credible study agrees with this, that such children have such a leg up in the world it is mind-boggling.

Yes, parents die.  Yes, there are unfit parents.  The list is legion, and they are all tragic.  In some cases nobody can be blamed.  In some cases one or both the parents can be blamed.  Because I know someone is going to raise hell about “My baby daddy was a drug user, and got himself shot” or something.  Did you do that?  Did you choose that?  No?  STFU, then.  That ain’t you, is it?
However, to choose - absent extenuating circumstances - to deprive a child of their right to one of their parents - is monstrous, and as far as I am concerned is child abuse.  Abandon your child, be a “move-away” parent, deny that child the right to have that other parent in their life, engender a child with no intention of having yourself and/or the other parent involved - it makes you a horrible human being.

Having a child is a responsibility, and it is not about your life, your fulfillment, and so on, and so forth.  It is THEIR life.  You are just a caretaker, and for a short period.  Leaving them without a parent, especially when that parent is fit and able - it is wrong.  It is wrong for you to walk away, and wrong for you to walk away and take them from the other.

Media Shows Irrational Hysteria on Global Warming

“The Public Has Been Vastly Misinformed,” NCPA’s Deming Tells Senate Committee

12/6/2006 5:57:00 PM

To: National Desk

Contact: Sean Tuffnell of the National Center for Policy Analysis, 972-308-6481 or sean.tuffnell@ncpa.org

WASHINGTON, Dec. 6 /U.S. Newswire/ — David Deming, an associate professor at the University of Oklahoma and an adjunct scholar with the National Center for Policy Analysis (NCPA), testified this morning at a special hearing of the Senate Environment and Public Works Committee. The hearing examined climate change and the media. Bellow are excerpts from his prepared remarks.

“In 1995, I published a short paper in the academic journal Science. In that study, I reviewed how borehole temperature data recorded a warming of about one degree Celsius in North America over the last 100 to 150 years. The week the article appeared, I was contacted by a reporter for National Public Radio. He offered to interview me, but only if I would state that the warming was due to human activity. When I refused to do so, he hung up on me.

“I had another interesting experience around the time my paper in Science was published. I received an astonishing email from a major researcher in the area of climate change. He said, “We have to get rid of the Medieval Warm Period.” “The Medieval Warm Period (MWP) was a time of unusually warm weather that began around 1000 AD and persisted until a cold period known as the “Little Ice Age” took hold in the 14th century. … The existence of the MWP had been recognized in the scientific literature for decades. But now it was a major embarrassment to those maintaining that the 20th century warming was truly anomalous. It had to be “gotten rid of.”

“In 1999, Michael Mann and his colleagues published a reconstruction of past temperature in which the MWP simply vanished. This unique estimate became known as the “hockey stick,” because of the shape of the temperature graph. “Normally in science, when you have a novel result that appears to overturn previous work, you have to demonstrate why the earlier work was wrong. But the work of Mann and his colleagues was initially accepted uncritically, even though it contradicted the results of more than 100 previous studies. Other researchers have since reaffirmed that the Medieval Warm Period was both warm and global in its extent.

“There is an overwhelming bias today in the media regarding the issue of global warming. In the past two years, this bias has bloomed into an irrational hysteria. Every natural disaster that occurs is now linked with global warming, no matter how tenuous or impossible the connection. As a result, the public has become vastly misinformed.”

—

“The sky is falling! The sky is falling!”

I had always heard that to be ignorant is to not to know, to be dumb is to not be able to know, but to be stupid is an act of will.  “We have to get rid of the Medieval Warm Period.”  This is an act of will.  This is the soul of the vapid stupidity of “Political Correctness.”  Be damned that fact that something is factually incorrect.  Ignore that, because it is “correct” politically.

And further proof that someone who embraces and defends such an intellectually vapid position can be dismissed and further ignored no matter what they say.

I have said before - and I will say again - Had there been no pearl Harbor, there would have been no Hiroshima.

Fewer people died at Pearl Harbor than at the WTC on 9/11/01.  And Pearl Harbor was a military target which resulted in Hundreds of thousands dead in WW2, and culminated in two atomic Bombs.  Now we whine about defending ourselves.

Just to consider as a matter of perspective.

Representative Elect Ellison, from Minnesota, is the first Muslim member of congress; and he is expressing his desire to be sworn in on the Koran, for which he is being roundly attacked by many people.

 

Let me say this, then, for the record: Let him.  His Koran today, my Bible tomorrow.  It’s that simple of a principle. 

 

Let’s also get another thing clear, too:  If you want to call it “bigotry” I am fine with it, but I don’t like Islam or Muslims.  I would never have voted on him – solely because he is a Muslim.  I won’t live next to, hire, or associate with Muslims.  I won’t do business with them. And the last time I had to deal with one at a company picnic, I made it a point to have a plate of barbequed pork and a beer.  I’d disown my son and heir if he converted.  I wouldn’t do that if he became and avowed Satanist.

 

By my own definition I am a bigot about Islam.  I think it is an inferior religion, and even satanically inspired – more so than Satanism itself.  I question the morality and intelligence of anyone who claims to be educated and doesn’t leave it.

 

So, I’m not soft on Islam.  And the fact that Americans have elected one to congress, of all places, both disgusts me and fills me with despair.  This is a religion which has declared war on the west, where so-called moderates are a fringe group, and which has no respect for the ruling principles our country was founded on.

 

Nonetheless, duly elected, in a duly constituted election.  Take your seat, Congressman.  Do note that the microscope is up your arse, and I am frankly hoping you fail.  I can’t lose either way – if you vote as a “good Muslim” it will be most entertaining to see your good buddies on the left defend you as I do the “Told ya so!” dance – if you don’t, it will be my pleasure to call you sixteen kinds of hypocrite.  I have read the Koran, you see, and I know that to be true to Islam, your beliefs are incompatible with any flavor of democracy.

 

I don’t like you, Rep. Ellison.  Because you are Muslim.  But I don’t have to in order to accord you rights under our constitution.

 

I tend to believe these rights near absolute.  Near.  I’m a fervent gun-rights supporter, but I believe people can piss away that right by abusing it.  Same with religion.  I don’t think Islam has forfeited that right.

 

Yet.  But ya’ll are doing your damndest, ain’t ya?  Not quite yet, though.  You will, I have no doubt, eventually.  I don’t believe your – how did your Rev. Farrakhan put it? – “Gutter Religion” will be long to show its true colors, like you did in Canuckistan when it lobbied for Sharia law.  So, I have faith in you.  Sooner or later you will cheer the murder of  “Joos” and all but your most ardent of the “Hate America First” crowd on the left will abandon you.  My confidence in you to live down to my lowest expectations knows no bounds.

 

Until then, though, I welcome you to participation in civilization.  We shall see how successful you are in aping your betters.  Until then, though – go ahead and swear on that Koran.

 

You’re being watched, though.