A Scottish Tradition, the first foot through your front door at new years brings luck for the house. My Grandmother always said it should be a tall dark stranger. Just at midnight grab a nice bottle of single malt and present yourself at your neighbors front door. State your purpose by yelling "Hogmanay" (hog-man-nae) Once inside, the pleasant women of the house are obliged a sweet kiss and each gentleman a dram of the single malt scotch. If you've made it through this ordeal without being arrested proceed to the next neighbors home and repeat.
Happy New Year Eveyone!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
NJ Gov Chris Christie (R) to NJ Teacher Union President (L)ibtard
Wait for it, He makes his point at about 1:50.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Was a Hot One ... Hope it holds till the weekend!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Commentary Fails Me at the Moment!
via The Linkiest
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
And So It Comes To This!
Dave_in_PB Sez: Can someone please tell me what's going in my home town?
FOX NEWS:School Officials in Mass. Town Won't Let Students Recite Pledge of Allegiance
When Sean Harrington entered his freshman year at Arlington High School, he noticed something peculiar: There were no American flags in the classrooms, and no one recited the Pledge of Allegiance.
So Harrington enlisted the aid of his fellow students, and now, three years later, they have succeeded in getting flags installed in the classrooms. But the pledge still will not be recited.
The Arlington, Mass., school committee has rejected the 17-year-old's request to allow students to voluntarily recite the Pledge of Allegiance, because some educators are concerned that it would be hard to find teachers willing to recite it, according to a report in the Arlington Patch.
Harrington had presented school officials with a petition signed by 700 people, along with letters of support from lawmakers including Sen. John Kerry, D-Mass., and Sen. Joe Lieberman, I-Conn.
But the request to have the pledge recited failed when the committee's vote ended in a 3-3 tie.
"I was really heartbroken," Harrington told FOX News Radio. "It's hard to think that something so traditional in American society was turned down."
His fight has received quite a bit of support from the community. "When I was going to school, it was an honor and a privilege to pledge allegiance to the flag," Francis De Guglielmo, 55, told the Patch. He called the ban an "absolute travesty" and a "disgrace."
Harrington, who will be a senior in the fall, said he will continue to fight. "I'm not a person who quits and I don't back down. It's a very righteous cause and needs to be followed through until the end."
Some committee members voiced concerns about forcing people to do something that might violate their beliefs – including religious beliefs. Among the no-votes was committee member Leba Heigham.
"Patriotism is a very personal thing for all of us, but I do not think it is in the school committee's best interest to mandate that any of our employees recite the pledge," she told the Patch.
Harrington said the recitation would have been strictly voluntary.
"If we can't find one teacher who is willing to say the pledge, then the system we have is cracked," he told FOX News Radio, noting that a number of teachers signed his petition.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
That's One Way to Fix It!
via Bob on FB
HP Printer Problem...How this Marine fixed it in Iraq.
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Saturday, June 26, 2010
Here's Something You Don't See Everyday!
As West Valley City police Capt. Tom McLachlan said, "This was an episode that is out of the normal."
And that's an understatement.
A man was pulled over, posting business signs on the side of the road. Sylvina Beagley pulled up next to him and got out of her car.
"Unique thing about that was that, uh she was not wearing any clothes," McLachlan said.
Then she decided to steal his car, driving north toward West Valley City.
The man jumped into her abandoned car and followed Beagley, while dialing 911.
At 5300 South, she crashed into a gate on ATK property and ran. Officers eventually caught up with Beagley, but they couldn't quite physically catch her.
"She did have blood on her body from the initial crash. She was hot and sweaty, dirty, and very slippery. She managed to escape the grasp of the two officers," McLachlan said.
And she was off again! This time she got into a squad car and drove away, only to crash into another gate, hit a burm and soar 50 feet in the air.
Beagley didn't stop there either. She ran from the totaled car and scaled a barbed wire fence.
Officers realized a Taser was necessary to stop her, and so it ended.
"It's an unusual story. It'll pique the interest of a lot of people," McLachlan said.
I got nothing else to add!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
via Ragin Dave at 4RWW's
GEN McChrystal allowed the Rolling Stone report to occur. He set in motion the events that allowed that report to be published. And he did it because Obama is a fucking idiot, and has put even more brainless fucking idiots into Afghanistan, and McChrystal can't win so long as Obama is keeping those fucking idiots in place.
Look, McChrystal knows all about OPSEC, or Operational Security for you civilians out there. For the love of Pete, he ran the SPECIAL OPERATIONS COMMAND. The man wears the "Tower of Power" on his left arm, and that's not just baubles they hand out for showing up. So how could he do something so stupid as to allow a Rolling Stone reporter access to his staff and have unedited comments given?
Answer: It wasn't a mistake. It was done on purpose. I'm willing to bet that McChrystal weighed the consequences of his actions, and he chose to let events unfold as they did. Because to follow Obama's so-called "leadership" in Afghanistan means letting more Americans die needlessly. And the only way to change course was to embarrass Obama publicly. Like with an article in a widely read international publication.
I don't know if I agree with Michael Yon about GEN McChrystal, and if I had to bet my paycheck, I would say that this was a deliberate act. You don't get to be the commander in Afghanistan by allowing stupid, easily preventable accidents such as this one. Since Obama doesn't feel the need to communicate with his military commanders, this was a pyrrhic act by McChrystal to change the course of Afghanistan.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Advice for Little Girls and Boys - Mark Twain
Mark Twain Sez: Advice for Little Girls
via The Complete Works of Mark Twain
This one is self explainitory.
If you have nothing but a rag-doll stuffed with sawdust, while one of your more fortunate little playmates has a costly China one,you should treat her with a show of kindness nevertheless.
And you ought not to attempt to make a forcible swap with her unless
your conscience would justify you in it, and you know you are able
to do it.
Unless you're sure you can get away with it ... Just be nice!
You ought never to take your little brother's "chewing-gum" awayfrom him by main force; it is better to rope him in with the promise of the first two dollars and a half you find floating down the
river on a grindstone. In the artless simplicity natural to this time of life, he will regard it as a perfectly fair transaction.In all ages of the world this eminently plausible fiction has lured the obtuse infant to financial ruin and disaster.
The last time I found 2 and half dollors at the river was never
If at any time you find it necessary to correct your brother, do not correct him with mud--never, on any account, throw mud at him, because it will spoil his clothes. It is better to scald him a little,for then you obtain desirable results. You secure his immediate
attention to the lessons you are inculcating, and at the same time your hot water will have a tendency to move impurities from his person,and possibly the skin, in spots.
If your intent is to rile the monkeys, do not be suprized when they start flinging pooh. If you start flinging pooh back, well, you're just another monkey.At the end of the school year it's ok to just say goodbye to your friends without the painful dramatic metaphor of Oedipus Rex
If your mother tells you to do a thing, it is wrong to reply that you won't. It is better and more becoming to intimate that you will do as she bids you, and then afterward act quietly in the matter according to the dictates of your best judgment.
I know a couple of kids that have this down perfectly!
You should ever bear in mind that it is to your kind parents that you are indebted for your food, and for the privilege of staying home from school when you let on that you are sick. Therefore you ought
to respect their little prejudices, and humor their little whims, and put up with their little foibles until they get to crowding you too much.
Good little girls and boys always show marked deference for the aged. You ought never to "sass" old people unless they "sass" you first.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Sunday Morning Reads
By Mark Twain
Marion City, on the Mississippi River, in the State of Missouri--a village; time, 1845. La Bourboule-les-Bains, France --a village; time, the end of June, 1894. I was in the one village in that early time; I am in the other now. These times and places are sufficiently wide apart, yet today I have the strange sense of being thrust back into that Missourian village and of reliving certain stirring days that I lived there so long ago.
Last Saturday night the life of the President of the French Republic was taken by an Italian assassin. Last night a mob surrounded our hotel, shouting, howling, singing the "Marseillaise," and pelting our windows with sticks and stones; for we have Italian waiters, and the mob demanded that they be turned out of the house instantly--to be drubbed, and then driven out of the village. Everybody in the hotel remained up until far into the night, and experienced the several kinds of terror which one reads about in books which tell of nigh attacks by Italians and by French mobs: the growing roar of the oncoming crowd; the arrival, with rain of stones and a crash of glass; the withdrawal to rearrange plans--followed by a silence ominous, threatening, and harder to bear than even the active siege and the noise. The landlord and the two village policemen stood their ground, and at last the mob was persuaded to go away and leave our Italians in peace. Today four of the ringleaders have been sentenced to heavy punishment of a public sort--and are become local heroes, by consequence.
That is the very mistake which was at first made in the Missourian village half a century ago. The mistake was repeated and repeated--just as France is doing in these later months.
In our village we had our Ravochals, our Henrys, our Vaillants; and in a humble way our Cesario--I hope I have spelled this name wrong. Fifty years ago we passed through, in all essentials, what France has been passing through during the past two or three years, in the matter of periodical frights, horrors, and shudderings.
In several details the parallels are quaintly exact. In that day, for a man to speak out openly and proclaim himself an enemy of negro slavery was simply to proclaim himself a madman. For he was blaspheming against the holiest thing known to a Missourian, and could NOT be in his right mind. For a man to proclaim himself an anarchist in France, three years ago, was to proclaim himself a madman--he could not be in his right mind.
Now the original first blasphemer against any institution profoundly venerated by a community is quite sure to be in earnest; his followers and imitators may be humbugs and self- seekers, but he himself is sincere--his heart is in his protest.
Robert Hardy was our first ABOLITIONIST--awful name! He was a journeyman cooper, and worked in the big cooper-shop belonging to the great pork-packing establishment which was Marion City's chief pride and sole source of prosperity. He was a New- Englander, a stranger. And, being a stranger, he was of course regarded as an inferior person--for that has been human nature from Adam down--and of course, also, he was made to feel unwelcome, for this is the ancient law with man and the other animals. Hardy was thirty years old, and a bachelor; pale, given to reverie and reading. He was reserved, and seemed to prefer the isolation which had fallen to his lot. He was treated to many side remarks by his fellows, but as he did not resent them it was decided that he was a coward.
All of a sudden he proclaimed himself an abolitionist-- straight out and publicly! He said that negro slavery was a crime, an infamy. For a moment the town was paralyzed with astonishment; then it broke into a fury of rage and swarmed toward the cooper-shop to lynch Hardy. But the Methodist minister made a powerful speech to them and stayed their hands. He proved to them that Hardy was insane and not responsible for his words; that no man COULD be sane and utter such words.
So Hardy was saved. Being insane, he was allowed to go on talking. He was found to be good entertainment. Several nights running he made abolition speeches in the open air, and all the town flocked to hear and laugh. He implored them to believe him sane and sincere, and have pity on the poor slaves, and take measurements for the restoration of their stolen rights, or in no long time blood would flow--blood, blood, rivers of blood!
It was great fun. But all of a sudden the aspect of things changed. A slave came flying from Palmyra, the county-seat, a few miles back, and was about to escape in a canoe to Illinois and freedom in the dull twilight of the approaching dawn, when the town constable seized him. Hardy happened along and tried to rescue the negro; there was a struggle, and the constable did not come out of it alive. Hardly crossed the river with the negro, and then came back to give himself up. All this took time, for the Mississippi is not a French brook, like the Seine, the Loire, and those other rivulets, but is a real river nearly a mile wide. The town was on hand in force by now, but the Methodist preacher and the sheriff had already made arrangements in the interest of order; so Hardy was surrounded by a strong guard and safely conveyed to the village calaboose in spite of all the effort of the mob to get hold of him. The reader will have begun to perceive that this Methodist minister was a prompt man; a prompt man, with active hands and a good headpiece. Williams was his name--Damon Williams; Damon Williams in public, Damnation Williams in private, because he was so powerful on that theme and so frequent.
The excitement was prodigious. The constable was the first man who had ever been killed in the town. The event was by long odds the most imposing in the town's history. It lifted the humble village into sudden importance; its name was in everybody's mouth for twenty miles around. And so was the name of Robert Hardy--Robert Hardy, the stranger, the despised. In a day he was become the person of most consequence in the region, the only person talked about. As to those other coopers, they found their position curiously changed--they were important people, or unimportant, now, in proportion as to how large or how small had been their intercourse with the new celebrity. The two or three who had really been on a sort of familiar footing with him found themselves objects of admiring interest with the public and of envy with their shopmates.
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
Obama Busting a Rap!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Allman Brothers ... Little Martha
Nothing else to add. Duane Allman, Butch Trucks, and Dicky Bets. It's worth a listen!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
After 2,276 days, 4,936 blog posts, and more than 1.3 million site visits, the time has come to close up shop here at No Looking Backwards and hang up my blogger's hat. When I started writing what was then mAss Backwards back in March of 2004, I had no idea how long it would last, or how many people would find it the least bit interesting.
My name is Bruce MacMahon and I am hereby (as of 3:15 this afternoon) declaring my candidacy for New Hampshire State Representative in District 10 of Rockingham County.
Monday, June 7, 2010
That's What I'm talking About!
Not much of a back story from the link but is Awesome on it's own!
Via Billy on Facebook and Da Mihi Animas
God Bless America!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
66th Anniversary of the D Day Invasion of Normandy
"One of the greatest speeches ever given, in my humble opinion, commemorating the D-Day invasion, was that made by Ronald Reagan on this day in 1984. Take a moment and read it on this, the 67th anniversary of the D-Day invasion to liberate Europe from the Nazis":
"We're here to mark that day in history when the Allied armies joined in battle to reclaim this continent to liberty. For four long years, much of Europe had been under a terrible shadow. Free nations had fallen, Jews cried out in the camps, millions cried out for liberation. Europe was enslaved, and the world prayed for its rescue. Here, in Normandy, the rescue began. Here, the Allies stood and fought against tyranny, in a giant undertaking unparalleled in human history.
We stand on a lonely, windswept point on the northern shore of France. The air is soft, but forty years ago at this moment, the air was dense with smoke and the cries of men, and the air was filled with the crack of rifle fire and the roar of cannon. At dawn, on the morning of the 6th of June, 1944, 225 Rangers jumped off the British landing craft and ran to the bottom of these cliffs. Their mission was one of the most difficult and daring of the invasion: to climb these sheer and desolate cliffs and take out the enemy guns. The Allies had been told that some of the mightiest of these guns were here, and they would be trained on the beaches to stop the Allied advance."
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Sunday Morning Reads
By Nathaniel Hawthorne
Young Goodman Brown came forth at sunset, into the street of Salem village, but put his head back, after crossing the threshold, to exchange a parting kiss with his young wife. And Faith, as the wife was aptly named, thrust her own pretty head into the street, letting the wind play with the pink ribbons of her cap, while she called to Goodman Brown.Read the whole thing
"Dearest heart," whispered she, softly and rather sadly, when her lips were close to his ear, "pr'ythee, put off your journey until sunrise, and sleep in your own bed tonight. A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts, that she's afeard of herself, sometimes. Pray, tarry with me this night, dear husband, of all nights in the year!"
"My love and my Faith," replied young Goodman Brown, "of all nights in the year, this one night must I tarry away from thee. My journey, as thou callest it, forth and back again, must needs be done 'twixt now and sunrise. What, my sweet, pretty wife, dost thou doubt me already, and we but three months married!"
"Then God bless you!" said Faith, with the pink ribbons, "and may you find all well, when you come back."
"Amen!" cried Goodman Brown. "Say thy prayers, dear Faith, and go to bed at dusk, and no harm will come to thee."
So they parted; and the young man pursued his way, until, being about to turn the corner by the meeting-house, he looked back and saw the head of Faith still peeping after him, with a melancholy air, in spite of her pink ribbons.
"Poor little Faith!" thought he, for his heart smote him. "What a wretch am I, to leave her on such an errand! She talks of dreams, too. Methought, as she spoke, there was trouble in her face, as if a dream had warned her what work is to be done tonight. But, no, no! 'twould kill her to think it. Well; she's a blessed angel on earth; and after this one night, I'll cling to her skirts and follow her to Heaven."
With this excellent resolve for the future, Goodman Brown felt himself justified in making more haste on his present evil purpose. He had taken a dreary road, darkened by all the gloomiest trees of the forest, which barely stood aside to let the narrow path creep through, and closed immediately behind. It was all as lonely as could be; and there is this peculiarity in such a solitude, that the traveller knows not who may be concealed by the innumerable trunks and the thick boughs overhead; so that, with lonely footsteps, he may yet be passing through an unseen multitude.
"There may be a devilish Indian behind every tree," said Goodman Brown to himself; and he glanced fearfully behind him, as he added, "What if the devil himself should be at my very elbow!"
His head being turned back, he passed a crook of the road, and looking forward again, beheld the figure of a man, in grave and decent attire, seated at the foot of an old tree. He arose, at Goodman Brown's approach, and walked onward, side by side with him.
"You are late, Goodman Brown," said he. "The clock of the Old South was striking, as I came through Boston; and that is full fifteen minutes agone."
"Faith kept me back awhile," replied the young man, with a tremor in his voice, caused by the sudden appearance of his companion, though not wholly unexpected.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
John William Finn has Passed Away
Dave_in_PB Sez: John Finn had been America's oldest surviving recipient of our Nation's Highest honor. He had been awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions during the attack on Pearl Habor. Mr. Finn passed away the other day, May 27th 2010. He was 100 years old.
Mr Finn, Sir, That was one fine life, well fought and rightly won. RIP
By December 1941, Finn was stationed at Naval Air Station Kaneohe Bay on the island of Oahu in Hawaii. As a chief aviation ordnanceman, he was in charge of twenty men whose primary task was to maintain the weapons of a PBY Catalina flying boat squadron. On the morning of December 7, 1941, Finn was at his home, about a mile from the aircraft hangars, when he heard the sound of gunfire. Finn recalled how a neighbor was the first to alert him, when she knocked on his door saying, "They want you down at the squadron right away!", he drove to the hangars (seeing Japanese planes in the sky on the way) and found that the airbase was being attacked, with most of the PBYs already on fire.
His men were trying to fight back by using the machine guns mounted in the PBYs, either by firing from inside the flaming planes or by detaching the guns and mounting them on improvised stands. In 2009 Finn explained one of the first things he did was take control of a machine gun from his squadron's painter. "I said, 'Alex, let me take that gun'...knew that I had more experience firing a machine gun than a painter."
Finn then found a movable platform used for gunnery training, attached the .50 caliber machine gun, and pushed the platform into an open area, from which he had a clear view of the attacking aircraft. He fired on the Japanese planes for the next two hours, even after being seriously wounded, until the attack had ended. In total, he received 21 distinct wounds, including a bullet through the foot and an injury which caused him to lose feeling in his left arm.
"I got that gun and I started shooting at Jap planes," Finn said in a 2009 interview. "I was out there shooting the Jap planes and just every so often I was a target for some," he said, "in some cases, I could see [the Japanese pilots'] faces."
Despite his wounds, he returned to the hangars later that day, after receiving medical treatment, and helped arm the surviving American planes.
For these actions, Finn was formally presented with the Medal of Honor on September 14, 1942, by Admiral Chester Nimitz. The ceremony occurred in Pearl Harbor on board the USS Enterprise (CV-6).
During the remainder of World War II, he served as a Limited Duty Officer Ensign and eventually as a Lieutenant with Bombing Squadron VB-102 and aboard the USS Hancock (CV-19). He retired from the Navy in the rank of Lieutenant in September 1956.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Sunday Morning Reads
Gascoigne, Bamber. “History of [HISTORY OF JOAN OF ARC ]” HistoryWorld. From 2001, ongoing. link
Insistent voices: AD 1428-1429
A sixteen-year-old peasant girl, growing up and tending the cattle at Domrémy, has for some years been hearing voices. She sometimes sees the speakers, and recognizes them as St Michael, St Catherine and St Margaret. But in this winter of 1428-9 they have been giving her a very specific instruction. She must raise the siege of Orléans so that the king of France, Charles VII, can go to Reims to be anointed in the cathedral. The girl is Jeanne Darc, known in English as Joan of Arc. Her voices reflect a shrewd political perception which no one but she, it seems, has appreciated.
This perception relates to the common people's idea of their king. Thanks to a long tradition, much fostered in the previous century by Charles V, it is believed that each French king acquires a divine quality once he is anointed with the sacred oil from the Sainte Ampoule at Reims.
At present, in the middle of the Hundred Years' War, there are two rival claimants to the French crown. One is Henry VI, the young king of England, whose forces - in alliance with the Burgundians - control the entire north of France, including Reims itself. The other is Charles VII, king by rightful descent but a weak figure, confined to the region round Bourges.
Neither of these claimants has been anointed - Henry VI because he is a child of seven in England, Charles VII because he cannot get to Reims. Joan sees with the clarity of passionate faith that if Charles can fight his way to Reims to be consecrated, France will have a king again. This becomes her mission. But first she must reach Charles himself. Dressed in a man's clothes, with six male companions, she travels for eleven days to Chinon. It is two more days before her request to see Charles VII is granted. (He is often still referred to as the dauphin at this stage; he has been crowned at Poitiers in 1422, but Joan does not yet consider him a proper king).
Joan's reputation as a woman possessed must have preceded her. Charles conceals himself among his courtiers, as if to test her powers. She immediately identifies him, telling him that she wants to make war against the English so as to open his way to Reims. For three weeks Joan is examined by leading churchmen. They recommend to Charles that he use her services. He provides her with the household of a knight. She has her own squire and pages, her own painted standard and banner. She has armour and a sword, miraculously found - it is said - behind the altar in a church where she sends men to seek it.
From Orléans to Reims: AD 1429
Joan and her soldiers reach Orléans on 29 April 1429. The city has been besieged for seven months by the English, holding various fortified positions around the town. Joan's presence among the French troops - armed like a man, fighting at least as bravely as a man, famous already as possessing special powers - proves as demoralizing to the English as it is exhilarating for the French. One by one the English positions fall. By May 8 their army is in full retreat from Orléans. They withdraw to three other towns on the Loire, where they await reinforcements.
The French have driven the English from one of the three towns when reinforcements arrive in mid-June - 5000 men under the command of Sir John Fastolf. With Joan's encouragement (and the advantage of a larger army) the French overwhelm this English force at Patay on June 18. Joan now persuades Charles VII to move northeast towards Reims, about 150 miles away. Summons to the forthcoming coronation are sent out on June 25, even though the entire country as far as Reims is still ostensibly in English or Burgundian hands. The attitude of the fortified towns on the route is uncertain.
But Joan's magic continues to work. The gates of almost every town are freely opened to the coronation party. One notable exception is Troyes, where the treaty was signed in 1420 diverting the French crown into English hands; but when Joan in person leads an attack on the city, the inhabitants rapidly change their minds. Reims is reached on July 16. The city opens its gates to Charles. Preparations are made for an immediate consecration in the cathedral the following day. As Charles is anointed with the holy oil, Joan stands nearby with her banner. Then she kneels before him, and for the first time calls him her king.
Capture and trial: AD 1430-1431
For the next ten months Joan continues to campaign against the English and the Burgundians - usually with considerable success, for her reputation is now itself a powerful weapon. Paris is her one failure, in September 1429. The capital city resists both her assaults on its walls and her passionate pleas to the defenders to surrender to their rightful king. Joan's misfortunes begin in May 1430. In a skirmish against the Burgundians at Compiègne she falls from her horse and is captured. Over the next few months her fate as a captive is hotly contested. The university of Paris, shamelessly partisan for the English cause, demands that she be handed over to the Inquisition for trial as a heretic.
By January 1431 Joan is in English hands at Rouen, where she is questioned by France's deputy inquisitor. In March she is placed on trial. The most serious charge is one of presumption in claiming divine revelation and in placing more reliance on such supposed revelation than on the authority of the church; at a more frivolous level Joan is charged with immodesty in wearing male clothes and inaccuracy in suggesting that saints speak French rather than English. The charges, if proved, amount to heresy. It is important to the English that Joan is shown to be a heretic, so that doubt is cast on the consecration of Charles VII at Reims. But it is not essential that she dies.
Several attempts are made to persuade her to recant. The records of her trial and interrogations survive, revealing the sturdy commonsense with which she maintains her position. In the face of this obstinacy, she is handed over for punishment by the civil powers - a sentence of death. Hearing this, she finally yields. She is then told that she can live, but in 'perpetual imprisonment'. Three days later she retracts, maintaining once again everything that she stands for. On 30 May 1431 she is burnt at the stake as a relapsed heretic.
The death of the saint in Rouen (Joan is finally canonized in 1920) comes less than thirty months after the departure of the 16-year-old girl from her village home in Domrémy. During that short spell the political face of France has been transformed. The English in northern France, dominant during Joan's childhood, are cleared out of the country during the next few decades. And the French king, Charles VII, whom Joan coaxes and chivies to seize his destiny, reigns with great success for thirty years after her death. No other story in history, so reliably recorded, can match Joan of Arc's as an example of the power of inspiration.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Key Al Qaeda Figure Dies of Embarressment and Unexpected and Hugely Explosive Fireball, But Mostly the Unexpected and Hugely Explosive Fireball
A man whom the U.S. described as a key figure in Al Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula accidentally blew himself up, U.S. military officials told Fox News.
The officials say Nayif Al-Qahtani was "messing with a bomb" when it went off. U.S. officials had been watching him, but Fox News' sources insist the U.S. had nothing to do with his death.
Al-Qahtani was "a vibrant guy linked to ongoing operations planning, and his death will have an impact," one official told Fox News.
An Al Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula newsletter was the first to announce his death a week after the United States put terror sanctions on him. The newsletter did not say when it happened but said Al-Qahtani died in Yemen's Abyan province in the south of the country.
The State Department recently described al-Qahtani as "a liaison between Al Qaeda cells in Yemen and Saudi Arabia." It said he manages Al Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula's operations in Yemen and receives financial support from abroad to launch attacks in both Yemen and Saudi Arabia.
Al Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula is recognized for its connection to the failed 2009 Christmas Day airline attack in Detroit. Since then, Yemen's government has increased airstrikes on the group's members within its own country using intelligence support from the United States.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Troops Returning Home to Suprised Loved Ones!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Some Music ...
Me: Sup Eric? How about Hell on the Heart
Eric: Sure thng David, and say Hey to your friends for me!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
An explaination ... to a kid
My son posted the other day on facebook, a question along with the phonetic curse "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot" He knows I don't like it when he posts using foul language and he deleted the post. The question, However, is valid. "Why is it when you get an A on a test you grade increases by 1.4% and if you fail a test you get a 43% hit on your grade?" They don't teach kids in California anymore. Teacher's job is to collect performance data so they can prove their own worth to the union /system. In California you get cursory concepts on a given subjet and let go to learn on your own.
Let me try to explain this liberal fantasy of an algorithim for you. Every kid should know this!
1 If you blow off the entire semester (because you're bored) but, Ace the final, Its a fail, beacuse you did not provide teacher with appropriate performance data to prove his/her ability to teach.
2 If you blow off half of the semester then Ace the final, Its a pass, You provided teacher with some data that can be used to prove he/her can teach kids to learn something.
3 If you work hard, do the work and ace the test, you will have your "A" because you have provided Teacher with appropriate performance data on his/her ability to teach.
The last Teacher I had that actually taught me anything was Mr. Hagar 7th Grade American History. Lecture ... daily and collect notes for grading I learned to appreciate our US history as well as the value of personal responsibility. Maybe it's just that we wait for that one influance to push us further.
Have a teacher you want to remember?
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Shoe Bomber Goes Down!
I didn't do the Sunday Morning Reads this week ... This one is well worth the time. No video as it's federal court.
btw: No virgins for you either!
[Judge William Young to Mr. Richard C. Reid] This is the sentence that is provided for by our statutes. It is a fair and a just sentence. It is a righteous sentence. Let me explain this to you.
We are not afraid of any of your terrorist co-conspirators, Mr. Reid. We are Americans. We have been through the fire before. There is all too much war talk here. And I say that to everyone with the utmost respect. Here in this court where we deal with individuals as individuals, and care for individuals as individuals, as human beings we reach out for justice.
You are not an enemy combatant. You are a terrorist. You are not a soldier in any war. You are a terrorist. To give you that reference, to call you a soldier gives you far too much stature. Whether it is the officers of government who do it or your attorney who does it, or that happens to be your view, you are a terrorist. And we do not negotiate with terrorists. We do not treat with terrorists. We do not sign documents with terrorists. We hunt them down one by one and bring them to justice.
So war talk is way out of line in this court. You’re a big fellow. But you’re not that big. You’re no warrior. I know warriors. You are a terrorist. A species of criminal guilty of multiple attempted murders. In a very real sense Trooper Santiago had it right when first you were taken off that plane and into custody and you wondered where the press and where the TV crews were and you said you’re no big deal. You’re no big deal.
What your counsel, what your able counsel and what the equally able United States attorneys have grappled with and what I have as honestly as I know how tried to grapple with, is why you did something so horrific. What was it that led you here to this courtroom today? I have listened respectfully to what you have to say. And I ask you to search your heart and ask yourself what sort of unfathomable hate led you to do what you are guilty and admit you are guilty of doing. And I have an answer for you. It may not satisfy you. But as I search this entire record it comes as close to understanding as I know.
It seems to me you hate the one thing that to us is most precious. You hate our freedom. Our individual freedom. Our individual freedom to live as we choose, to come and go as we choose, to believe or not believe as we individually choose. Here, in this society, the very winds carry freedom. They carry it everywhere from sea to shining sea. It is because we prize individual freedom so much that you are here in this beautiful courtroom. So that everyone can see, truly see that justice is administered fairly, individually, and discretely. It is for freedom’s seek that your lawyers are striving so vigorously on your behalf and have filed appeals, will go on in their, their representation of you before other judges. We care about it. Because we all know that the way we treat you, Mr. Reid, is the measure of our own liberties. Make no mistake though. It is yet true that we will bear any burden; pay any price, to preserve our freedoms.
Look around this courtroom. Mark it well. The world is not going to long remember what you or I say here. Day after tomorrow it will be forgotten. But this, however, will long endure. Here, in this courtroom, and courtrooms all across America, the American people will gather to see that justice, individual justice, justice, not war, individual justice is in fact being done. The very President of the United States through his officers will have to come into courtrooms and lay out evidence on which specific matters can be judged, and juries of citizens will gather to sit and judge that evidence democratically, to mold and shape and refine our sense of justice.
See that flag, Mr. Reid? That’s the flag of the United States of America. That flag will fly there long after this is all forgotten. That flag still stands for freedom. You know it always will.
Custody, Mr. Officer. Stand him down.
REID: That flag will be brought down on the Day of Judgment and you will see in front of your Lord and my Lord and then we will know. (Whereupon the defendant was removed from the courtroom.)
YOUNG: We’ll recess. All rise.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Some Music for Saturday
Zac: Sure David, Glad to do it!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
The Difference Between US Says a Lot!
David Horowitz is a founder and the president of the David Horowitz Freedom Center, edits the conservative FrontPage Magazine, and writes for Christopher Ruddy's conservative website NewsMax. Horowitz founded the right-leaning activist group Students for Academic Freedom.
YaKnow ..... There's nothing but Eggheads and Hippies at UCSD and apparent Terrorist sympathizers! FrankJ would make a day of punching hippies right in the face If she had been American you may have seen my shocked face : But it's the MSA on campus. I am not a bit surprised. Just because you can say anything you want doesn't make it right. I bet her parents moved here so their children would be shielded from that terrorist crap. A privilege it is to attend a school like UCSD (btw, my own nephew could not get in) and her statement is screw you! Horowitz shut her down at once and no one says a word. It's just sad.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Why Does Obama Scorn Israel and Mr Netanyahu?
What a buckethead!
But the main reason for Obama's ire, according to a senior administration official, who asked not to be named, was that Biden had gone to Israel specifically to deliver a message to Netanyahu: the main issue is now Iran and its nuclear program, and we can't allow ourselves to be distracted by other issues or to jeopardize the emerging alliance against Tehran in support of tough sanctions—an alliance which includes most of the leading Arab states. In particular, Netanyahu—who campaigned for office himself on the primacy of the Iranian nuclear issue—can't afford to allow Israel's leading defender on this issue, the president of the United States, to look as if he's weak or lacking influence. (Haaretz's Aluf Benn first suggested Biden's secret message in an essay for NEWSWEEK last week.)"
Monday, May 10, 2010
A Perfect Game
Suck it AROD!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
The Dryer Went Out Again
1 Thermal Fuse = 10 Bucks
1 Thermostat = 20 Bucks
1 New Kenmore Coil Element =40 Bucks
Clean Clothes = Priceless
Sunday Morning Reads
via Library of America
An Interview with Mark Twain Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936)
From The Mark Twain Anthology: Great Writers on His Life and Works
(Note: The “Robert” to which Mark Twain refers during his conversation with Kipling is Robert Elsmere, an 1888 novel by Mrs. Humphrey Ward.)
You are a contemptible lot, over yonder. Some of you are Commissioners, and some Lieutenant-Governors, and some have the V. C., and a few are privileged to walk about the Mall arm in arm with the Viceroy; but I have seen Mark Twain this golden morning, have shaken his hand, and smoked a cigar—no, two cigars—with him, and talked with him for more than two hours! Understand clearly that I do not despise you; indeed, I don’t. I am only very sorry for you, from the Viceroy downward. To soothe your envy and to prove that I still regard you as my equals, I will tell you all about it.
They said in Buffalo that he was in Hartford, Conn.; and again they said “perchance he is gone upon a journey to Portland”; and a big, fat drummer vowed that he knew the great man intimately, and that Mark was spending the summer in Europe—which information so upset me that I embarked upon the wrong train, and was incontinently turned out by the conductor three-quarters of a mile from the station, amid the wilderness of railway tracks. Have you ever, encumbered with great-coat and valise, tried to dodge diversely-minded locomotives when the sun was shining in your eyes? But I forgot that you have not seen Mark Twain, you people of no account! . . . Read the whole thing
Friday, May 7, 2010
Music, .... Maestro, if you please!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tomatoes and Sweet Corn
In reality its just Tomatoes and Sweet Corn on the front Porch
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Probably Some Ignorant Racist Teabagger
“If I had to guess, twenty five cents, this would be exactly that,” Bloomberg said. “Homegrown maybe a mentally deranged person or someone with a political agenda that doesn’t like the health care bill or something. It could be anything.”
Basicly saying "I hope its a nasty racist anti Obamacare teabagger" Yea ... Thanks for that Mr. Mayor
This Azzclown of a terrorist is the one that fell asleep during his al Queda 101 Class
"[Faisal Shahzad of Shelton, Conn.] A 30-year-old American immigrant from Pakistan was taken off a plane bound for Dubai [final destination, Pakistan] late Monday at John F. Kennedy International Airport and arrested in connection with a failed attempt to detonate a car bomb in Times Square, Attorney General Eric H. Holder Jr. announced. through his tears."
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Some Days are Just Like This
Friday, April 30, 2010
Just a Lie
June 2nd 2009
"And one of the points I want to make is, is that if you actually took the number of Muslim Americans, we’d be one of the largest Muslim countries in the world,"
Largest Muslim Population in the world? Not! Lie and not the first
"Now, I think it’s very important to understand that one speech is not going to solve all the problems in the Middle East," Mr. Obama said. "And so I think expectations should be somewhat modest."
Hey Mr. Bucket Head
More than a few Mr. Presidents have done what what you"re tring to do with the Middle East. Are you kidding me ? Amature
Yes Bucket Head Actually Said It
Stupid list via FrankJ at IMAO
Obama has said a lot of stupid things lately. Here's a list of some other stupid things he's said that aren't getting much press coverage:
"We don't have to worry about the cost of my federal programs because at my last visit to Long John Silver's I got a map to pirate treasure.
"I'm mayor of the U.S.!"*
"My favorite type of pie is devil's food.
"My grandfather was a ninja turtle.
"My middle name will help me in foreign affairs because it will make other countries think I have a bushy mustache.
"Ow! Fire hot!"
"People also reportedly thought they heard Obama misidentify Minneapolis as a state, but he actually said nothing stupid at that time. He was just misheard since his head was stuck in a bucket.
To be honest, I made most of that crap up, the one about the bucket though is true, but not a single thing that has happened in the United States for the last 18 Months can be blamed on the previous administration as the left like to do so often. ... Its Bush's Fault Syndrome .... Its Horsecrap ... all of it
750 Billion in bank bailouts? A trillion dollar Health Care bill that is now law where clearly a majority of Americans opposed. Government Motors takeover now run by UAW union thugs? He called out the friggin Swat team the other night on some granny Tea Party in Missouri when he was visiting there. He's so desparate he is for an altercation to make real americans look like racist buffoons and then compare the non violent granny tea party to the extreme leftist open boarders anarchists whom actually are really violent. Now he says he knows when someone has made enough money How could that possibly be true? Why yes it is. Bucket head actually said it.
Obama: "We’re not, we’re not trying to push financial reform because we begrudge success that’s fairly earned. I mean, I do think at a certain point you’ve made enough money. But, you know, part of the American way is, you know, you can just keep on making it if you’re providing a good product or providing good service. We don’t want people to stop, ah, fulfilling the core responsibilities of the financial system to help grow our economy."
Seriously, This man will stop at nothing. Barrak Obama is not good for America.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
More Hump Day Music and Hotness
Music for the Hump Day
Its just the way she says it "Amerikin Hunay" Awesome! It just makes you melt
Sunday, April 25, 2010
This Just Has The Awesome All Over It!
We Will Remember from Republican Governors Association on Vimeo.