Friday, May 27th, 2005


…for someone else’s blog
 
Kris, of Anywhere But Here, has a very good “journal-type” blog with interesting posts and some newsy things as well.  And every now and then she pops in one of her out-of-the-way internet discoveries that are just pure fun.
 
Here’s one such post pointing to a comprehensive answer to that age-old question: Why did the chicken cross the road?
 
Check things out over at Kris’ place.  You might decide it’s one to blogroll.  I did.
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You might have thought, reading some of my posts about schools, congresscritters, Islamic jihadists, etc., that I’m a right-wing extremist of some sort.
 
Nothing (except assuming me to be a flaming anarchist 🙂 could be further from the truth:
 

Not a surprise to folks who know me well, perhaps. I’m just about as centrist as can be. (Although I have some libertarian leanings the test did not ask particular questions to uncover. heh 🙂 
 
Take the test yourself and see where it marks your political compass.  As these things go, it seems to be better than most.
 
By contrast to my scores, Ted Kennedy would likely fit in the far, far upper left-hand corner (slotting in by his soul mate Joseph Stalin), George W. Bush would fit about midway in the upper right hand quadrant, close to Margaret Thatcher, and Jean Fraud sKerry would be wandering aimlessly around the upper left hand quadrant (with furtive and abortive forays into uncharted territory in the upper right hand quadrant), depending upon the latest wind—and accusing some Secret Service agent of pushing him around the compass.
From the depths of my most charitable being I offer this sympathy card to the wounded Abu Musab al-Zarqawi…
 
 
To: Abu Musab al-Zarqawi
(I’ve addressed this to you in Malawi,
Cos I hear you’re running
From folks who’re gunning
For you, for a lark on safari.)
 
Your wounds may be sorely pressing,
And even, perhaps, quite distressing,
But I take hope in this,
You insufferable piss-
They’ve poisoned your surgical dressing.
 
So, as your wounds fill with puss,
We’ll charter a big Grehound bus
To haul in the tourists
(We need no jurists)
To jeer as you whine, moan and fuss.
 
Your passing will leave us distressed,
For really, in case you’ve not guessed,
We all think it fitter
You suffer long, bitter
Agonies; yes, that is best.
 
(Yeh, it’s doggerel. What? I’m going to spend time polishing actual poetry for that scabrous, mangy dog?)

Whoa, there, fellas! Let’s hold our horses!
 
The picture below might wrongly offend some folks.  Wrongly, because in order to take offense they’d have to be historical illiterates.
 
Let me backtrack a bit…
 
As often happens with me, several disparate thoughts crowded into the narrow space between my ears and began duking it out. One was the relatively recent (in blogosphere “years” 🙂 brouhaha over senate rules regarding filibusters.  Senator Robert C. Byrd waxed eloquent (well, as eloquent as that cracker—with my apologies to illiterate crackers everywhere for associating your ilk with that slimy _____ —ever gets) about senate traditions and respect for minority positions, yadayadayada  Complete and utter B.S.
 
Let’s take a trip in the Wayback Machine and let Mr. Peabody clear the record a bit.
 
It’s June 10, 1964, and “…Senator Robert C. Byrd completed an address that he had begun fourteen hours and thirteen minutes earlier. The subject was the pending Civil Rights Act of 1964, a measure that occupied the Senate for fifty-seven working days, including six Saturdays.”* And what, pray tell was the context of Byrd’s address? Oh, it was a Democratic filibuster against the Civil Rights Act of 1964!  Yep.  Just as the Democrats had filibustered against the Civil Rights Act of 1957, they did again, led by Byrd this time, in 1964.
 
Byrd’s filibuster was just the capstone to 57 days of Democratic stalling.
 
So much for giving minority voices a hearing. 
 
Indeed, had not Republicans strongly backed the bill, Hubert Humphrey, the putative Democratic hero of the story, would never have been able to overcome defecting Democrats to obtain a 67-vote cloture.
 
And yet, despite steady Republican support and even leadership in genuine Civil Rights issues (as opposed to phony issues like assuring the patronizing and racist quota system—otherwise known as “affirmative action”), the Democrats still have an apparent lock on the Black vote.  Keep ’em on the plantation, eh, Byrd?
 
Disgusting racists.
 

A troubling sight… 
 
So, the lawn “jockey” pictured above… There’s a long (and disputed by recent arguments, all from a perspective of “feeling” that historical accounts must be wrong, rather than from facts) story behind these things.  I’m leaving that aside for now.  Just look at the picture of the one above as dispassionately as possible, for just a moment. This is one of the early ones, dressed not in jockey attire but in the common clothing of an 18th century slave. 
 
That picture above, quite frankly, my friends is what Robert C. Byrd sees when he looks upon a black person: Property of the DNC.  What gain to be free of chattel slavery if one is simply to sell onself into political, economic and social bondage for a pottage?
 
Robert C. Byrd, indeed the entire racist, race-baiting DNC is beyond disgusting. And the blacks who have sold out to the DNC and work to keep their brothers in chains are worse.
 
OK, so I’m a white boy and have no right to say these things?  Wrong. Read the First Amendment again, bubba.
 
There.  Confused are we now?
 
My daughter—who just happens also to be my “blogdaughter”— (gee, how did that happen?) has also responded to the quasi-not-so-meme-ish music “meme” with “My music is… “
 
From Josh Groban to Strong Bad: She’s a chip off the old block when it comes to ecclectic tastes in listening.  (Yeh, Meg, I put the Groban album pic there just for you. heh)
 
 
 
 
That makes four, now… waiting to hear from the hinterlands…
 
 
 
 
Thanks to IMAO  (and Carnival of Comedy) for the link to…
 
Thumbnail Guide to Revenge of the Sith
 
If you don’t have the time or even the remotest desire to see the movie, but do want to be able to discuss the movie intelligently, then this may fill the bill for you.
 
Warning: if you are a rabid fan, this may be a bit much.  If you are a fan and plan to see the movie soon, spoilers are abundant.
 Keith Thompson describes his journey from wilfull blindness to the reactionary nature of modern “liberalism” to…
 
…to what I might call idealistic empiricism, or genuine liberalism that is quite similar to the liberal, progressive views of… George W. Bush… or our Founders and Framers.
 
…A left averse to making common cause with competent, self- determining individuals — people who guide their lives on the basis of received values, everyday moral understandings, traditional wisdom, and plain common sense — is a faction that deserves the marginalization it has pursued with such tenacity for so many years.
 
All of which is why I have come to believe, and gladly join with others who have discovered for themselves, that the single most important thing a genuinely liberal person can do now is walk away from the house the left has built. The renewal of any tradition that deserves the name “progressive” becomes more likely with each step in a better direction.
 
Just go read it all. Then send Keith Thompson an e- welcoming him to the land of those who choose to see.
 
Oh, and a big tip o’ the hat to Alan Woody of Woody’s News & Views.

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