Aside from the good news yesterday that the offensive IFC (International Freedom Center), proposed to be built on the World Trade Center site, was stopped by Gov George Pataki. And today’s news that the IFC will not build anywhere and go out of business, I came across an interesting blogger who analyzes how the San Francisco Chronicle conveniently hid elements of a recent “anti-war” rally by cropping photos to make the moonbats and their agenda more palatable to reasonable people. From the looks of it (see the Washington DC moonbatfest), it seems that communism is the dominant theme here….well, besides comparing our President to Hitler and Satan, claiming 9/11 was a US Government plot, and holding up placards with the inventive saying “f**k Bush”.
Make sure and check out the photos and, ignoring for a moment the fact that they’re hygienically challenged (after all, so are lots of Raider fans), decide for yourself if these people speak for you?
I was so fortunate that a job opened up for me in central Virginia when I finished my stint in England. We’re at the feet of the Blue Ridge Mountains here in Charlottesville and, outside of the hideous Route 29 commercial corridor, it’s quite beautiful. It’s the current home of Raider Hall of Famer Howie Long and the hometown of the Dave Matthews Band. Last weekend, our good friend JP visited and we went on a short hike just off Skyline Drive. We had purchased a Shenandoah National Park
pass earlier this summer and wanted to begin taking advantage of it. We decided on a 3.4 mile roundtrip hike to the 42 ft Jones Run Falls
in the Loft Mountain Area.
It was our first time out on a trail and, with Eleni in a Baby Bjorn, we didn’t want to over do it. The trail was surprisingly steep and was a pretty good work out for us geezers, especially the uphill return hike. Thankfully, it was a gorgeous, cool afternoon. Got to buy an aluminum framed backpack to hold her for future trips though. And maybe something to repel the bears. At work this past Friday, we were all sent an email warning that a black bear was wandering around the back gate to our facility.
I, like most others, was disgusted by the scenes in and around New Orleans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. In some instances, I think taking staples for your family’s survival is justified, but most of what I saw was “shopping” for TVs and electronics. There was even video on Countdown with Keith Olbermann where New Orleans police were shown “shopping” at Wal*Mart. These scenes and others like them were telecast all over the world and brought on the predictable you-got-what-you-deserve statements by our euro and asian friends. One numbskull woman was quoted as saying that it was our comeuppance for what we’re doing in Iraq. Then what was Mother Nature’s revenge motive for the Tsunami that ravaged mostly Muslim countries? I’m confident that Americans will band together and donate millions to help the victims. Time will tell.
Even a single dollar, if given by, say, two thirds of our population, would help immensely. But what about the people with all the money? I’m talking about the big-headed, overpayed celebrities? That idiot Spicoli went to “help” with his personal photographer there to chronicle his undoubtedly life-saving efforts, only to have his boat sink. Hilarious! Hey dude, why don’t you just stay home and send a small percentage of your millions of dollars? Oh, I know why….it wouldn’t bring you as much pub. If he gathered a few of his pinko friends and got them to give up even 1% of their annual income, that would do so much more for the victims of Katrina. We don’t need their political statements or self-aggrandizing actions, just their money. Bill Whittle has just written an excellent essay entitled Tribes that mentions these people that we foolishly worship:
What kind of money could Barbra and Martin and Tim and Susan and Gwenneth and George and Steven and Viggo and Linda and Harvey and Brad and Angelina and Ben and all the rest? How much could they really put together, if they actually believed what they say? Not to mention the cash available to the Malodorous Michigan Manatee of Mendacity? What kind of check could they write? $500 million would be less than 10% of every outspoken celebrities’ combined wealth. That money could take every poor person in LA county and put them into much nicer apartments than the one I live in. They could, at a stroke, shame the President, the Congress, and the evil NeoCon warmongers by putting every displaced person in New Orleans in a Marriott for a year. They claim this is the kind of better human they have evolved into.
Why don’t they do it?
They don’t do it because that Tribe worships the golden statue of themselves, that’s why. A church-going pharmacist in Des Moines would be ashamed of herself for giving only 10% of her modest salary. But Sean Penn can take himself, an entourage and a personal photographer – that’s three or four people in a four-person boat – and show us all how incredibly big and down-home he is by sailing off a few feet to rescue people, before the boat sinks from the incompetence of failing to put in the drainage plug.
There’s much, much more than just the criticism of the egomaniacal celebrities. The title of this post will become clear once you read it. Read the whole thing.