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ABOVE: Mark Steyn addresses Cornell conservatives
Ever alert to the siren call of European riots, Mark Steyn is at it again over at America’s Shittiest Website™, using the riots as an opportunity for him to bash both Muslims and al-Beeb at the same time. Those Allah-worshipping jihadists at the BBC, you see, failed to point out, in language clear enough to be understood by Steyn’s semi-literate enthusiasts, that the riots are the work of dusky youth of the Islamofascist variety:
Swedish City Hit By Youth Riots
Let’s take a wild guess here. Would the “Swedish city” happen to be “Malmo”? Why, amazingly, yes:
Dozens of youths have rioted in the southern Swedish city of Malmo for a second consecutive night, setting cars on fire and clashing with police.
While we’re on a roll, would it happen to be the part of Malmo known as “Rosengard”? Why, right again!
People stand near a burning barricades on the main road in the immigrant-dominated suburb of Rosengard…
“Immigrant-dominated”, eh? Is that a way of saying it’s the most heavily Muslim neighborhood of Sweden’s most Muslim city? Ah, well, let’s not go that far. All the BBC is prepared to say is that the otherwise non-specific youths’ riotous activities were “linked to the closure of an Islamic centre”.
Well, of course, the reason for the BBC’s reticence here might just be that some of the rioters were blond-haired, blue-eyed, white Christian Swedes:
Police spokesman Charley Nilsson says no injuries have been reported, but several trailers, containers, garbage bins and at least two cars were set ablaze in Malmo, Sweden’s third largest city. One person was arrested.
The violence has escalated every night since Monday, when police removed squatters protesting the eviction of an Islamic group from their basement premises in an immigrant neighborhood. Nilsson says leftist activists from other parts of the city have joined the protests.
Oddly, Steyn also has nothing to say about the recent riots by Greek Orthodox youth in Athens.
The twit can’t even copy+paste Malmö correctly.
When you have to turn to Malmo to find your Islamofascism of the week, you are slinging big-time weak sauce.
Oh, and speaking of riots – er, of course I mean “domestic unrest” (because it’s perfectly reasonable to recognize any condition that does not include full on rioting to be “rest”), y’all might wanna have a gander at this:
http://phoenix.bizjournals.com/phoenix/stories/2008/12/15/daily34.html
Apparently, the authoritarian instinct is fully prepared to make lemonade…
mikey
From Mikey’s link:
U.S. Sen. James Inhofe, R-Okla., and U.S. Rep. Brad Sherman, D-Calif., both said U.S. Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson brought up a worst-case scenario as he pushed for the Wall Street bailout in September. Paulson, former Goldman Sachs CEO, said that might even require a declaration of martial law, the two noted.
Fuck.
From Mikey’s link:
U.S. Sen. James Inhofe, R-Okla., and U.S. Rep. Brad Sherman, D-Calif., both said U.S. Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson brought up a worst-case scenario as he pushed for the Wall Street bailout in September. Paulson, former Goldman Sachs CEO, said that might even require a declaration of martial law, the two noted.
Fuck.
I’m just speechless. I want to kill that motherfucker Paulson.
I for one am shocked that Steyn missed a chance to denounce the traitorous, Islamophile Left. Is he slipping?
In my “free speech” crusade up in Canada, I’m frequently lectured by lazy cliche-recyclers that there’s no freedom to shout “Fire!” in a crowded theatre. But in a burning city feel free to shout “Nothing to see here!” for another decade or three.
First, anyone still trafficking in the notion that “the liberal media” treats Muslims with kid gloves has no authority to bitch about “lazy cliche-recyclers.”
Second, free speech must be alive and well in Canada because apparently you can say any damn fool thing you want, Mark Steyn, and do.
Third, what the fuck?
At least two cars, you say, Mark? That constitutes a burning city?
Motherfucker, I’ve seen worse fires after the local sports team won a game and the fans decided to celebrate. These Swedish Muslims and leftist youths ain’t got shit on a Chicago Bull fan.
Illuminati Muslamo-Heebs are the source of all rioting everywhere. This can only be stopped by bringing racial purity laws back to the BBC and all networks in order to bring balance back to news broadcasts. That and stopping the fluoride chemtrails.
The fact is, you liberals hate free speech if it is what you don’t like. Steyn and Powerline and the Corner are all for free speech, and indeed, let anyone with reasonable arguments and logic respond in their forums, well you leftists delete comments you disagree with and do not seriously engage in logical debate with us, you just hurl insults and think you’ve won.
The fact is, Muslims are ALL terrorists. And you love them. Which makes you the same.
All the BBC is prepared to say is that the otherwise non-specific youths’ riotous activities were “linked to the closure of an Islamic centre”.
So, basically, what we have is this?
…you liberals hate free speech if it is what you don’t like.
Baldfaced lie or tautology? You decide!
do not seriously engage in logical debate with us…Muslims are ALL terrorists
QED
The fact is, that I’m a girl, and I wear ribbons in my hair, and I like to kiss all the terrorists, I mean, boys.
GARY!
You said you would never kiss and tell.
You wouldn’t like it very much if I told everyone about your whole “poop” thing…
On behalf of all Canadians, I apologize for Mark Steyn. You have enough crazied without our exports. I also apologize for his stupid fucking “beard”… just because.
The fact is, even my mother tried to have me deported and I smell of wee.
The fact is, that I’m a girl, and I wear ribbons in my hair,
I’ve long suspected that you were the elderly lady on the Free Credit Reports. com commercials, in which case, you and me got some serious lovin’ to attend to.
The fact is, hubba hubba.
Oddly, Steyn also has nothing to say about the recent riots by Greek Orthodox youth in Athens.
Maybe it’s because the Greeks gave western civilization drama, culture and the first gay bathhouses. All we ever got from the Muslims was algebra and better living through plant pharmacology! And we have every right to carry a grudge.
Can we secretly put in the paper work to change Mark Steyn’s first name to Jizz?
-GSD
Eh, kids today! Whatta ya gonna do? They’re either on your lawn or they’re out setting cars on fire. By the way, why don’t roving gangs of rioting Amurrikan youth get a clue from those Greeks and do something useful like burn down a few credit-report offices in this country? I’d think that should count as community service.
Can we secretly put in the paper work to change Mark Steyn’s first name to Jizz?
-GSD
I’m game.
With regard to dogs in the street, may I point out at this juncture that trolls are like strays: Feed ’em and you never get rid of ’em. The life of this thread is at risk of being strangled in its infancy.
Are you saying there’s something inherently funny about my name?
Oh, wait.
and NEVER highlight the correct street thugs.
The life of this thread is at risk of being strangled in its infancy.
Trolls are objectively pro-infanticide. TEH BAYYYBEEEEESSSS!!!111!
The newspapers are so politically correct they never want to point out what even the dogs in the street.
I would guess that a conga line of pavement rollers would even the dogs in the street.
OT: Sometimes Andrew is a wanker, but this post, in which he nominates as an alternative Person of the Year a US soldier who called out the military leadership on abusive interrogations, is worth a read.
I’ve long suspected that you were the elderly lady on the Free Credit Reports. com commercials, in which case, you and me got some serious lovin’ to attend to.
I thought he was the old “I got $600 for my scrap gold!” lady in the free gold kit commercial.
From the YouTube page
Seems about right.
…
Fixd.
I’m confused – I thought the wingnut line was all about tolerating intolerance. So why is Steyn upset that these alleged Muslims are showing intolerance? Shouldn’t he be applauding their displays of intolerance and pointing to them as exemplars of intolerant behavior?
Fixd accepted, Simba.
Where he earns his name:
“Jizz” Steyn’s message to liberals
FYWP
again:
Jizz Steyn’s message to liberals
Is Steyn supporting Pammy’s run for Senate like he is her blog?
Shorter “The Shorter”: oh, how I wish I could read for comprehension!
In my “free speech” crusade up in Canada, I’m frequently lectured by lazy cliche-recyclers that there’s no freedom to shout “Fire!” in a crowded theatre. But in a burning city feel free to shout “Nothing to see here!” for another decade or three.
Well, haven’t wingnuts been doing that for years?
No alimentan los trols.
(imagine it as Japanese)
Can we imagine it as any particular phrase in Japanese, or did you have a specific one in mind?
I like “Maho no Pantsu”
Yes, we’ve long established WordPress’ preference for the Roman alphabet.
Jizz Steyn’s message to liberals
He seems so honest! Who could possibly doubt this earnest man?
Everybody wank tug tonight.
When Fred Phelps and his neoreactionary lackeys disrupt a military funeral, does the american media go out of their way to mention the peckerwood, ghostface, gwailo, gaijin, bolillo, chickenskin, honkey ethnicity?
OK ckc (not kc), what did you post in Japanese, that ended up looking like ????????
I shudder to imagine why youths in Kansas acting up are not referred to for their ofay character.
OK ckc (not kc), what did you post in Japanese, that ended up looking like ????????
ckc (not kc) told you to imagine, so imagine.
I ran ???????? through google translate and I got !!!!!!!!
Didn’t help me a whole lot.
Trouble near Malmo?
It’s them damn Danes. Bad people, wild people. The original Bad Vikings who burned and pillaged. They infest that part of Sweden.
Everyone knows the the BBC is secretly run by the Worldwide Danish Conspiracy (WDC -if you know the secret signs, it is everywhere, trust me). First they will foist their destructive socialist ‘flexisecurity’ on us, ban our transfats, take away those little Danish cookies, then they will invade our homes and take our women.
Any fool can see it.
I love how he boasts that the news caption PROVES his claim that “ambulances refuse to respond to calls without a police escort.”
The caption? The fire department didn’t want to send its personnel into a riot zone.
F’in idiot.
(It was just “don’t feed the trolls” run through Google’s translator – at a brief glance it wasn’t very convincing…)
<i.(It was just “don’t feed the trolls” run through Google’s translator – at a brief glance it wasn’t very convincing…)
Makes sense.
Looks like everyone’s out shopping or something.
Because they have lives or some crazy thing like that…
..shopping = a life?
..shopping = a life?
A half-life, maybe… or maybe I just feel a bit guilty that I am not doing my last bit of shopping now.
Because they have lives or some crazy thing like that…
I don’t recommend it. I needed a bottle of wine, so without thinking I just toddled off to the wine store I prefer. Now it happens to be attached to The Great Big Fucking Suburban Shopping Mall™, and this is the last weekend before christmas.
Holy. Shit.
The tension and hostility in the air was palpable. There was at least a thousand cars trying to park and zero available parking spaces. It was tears and madness, hatred and envy, fear and anger.
I’m no longer that fearless young man with piss and vinegar in my veins, and I did the only reasonable thing.
Retreat. Drink another day.
Yikes…
mikey
ckc (not kc), may I ask, where are you geographically?
I’m in Chicago. Holy shit is it cold.
tears and madness, hatred and envy, fear and anger
…ah, the festive season!!
Yeah. I’ve been finding that Christmas is pretty tense this year, for a lot of reasons.
I actually love the cheery lights and everything, but the shopping not so much.
I’m mostly rioting with my Swedish-Islamic brethren – but I occasionally take a little time out from the street fighting to shop for ceramic poodles, which make tasteful gifts for all the anarchists on my list.
It does not occur to Steyn that, perhaps the BBC figures that their readers can put 2 and 2 together, about the racial/religious identity of the rioters?
(and I’m in the frozen north – 2° N of Chi – but in another country)
Shorter Mark Steyn: Muslim Mulsim Islamic BWAH!
ckc (not kc)
Ahh, I see I’ll get no sympathy from you about how freezing it is!
Looks like we’ll put the plastic on the windows early this year. I could feel the cold pouring in from the living room earlier today, as the temp. fell.
Muslim Mulsim Islamic BWAH!
Wait, what?
He gave the Islamic Muslims an air kiss?
‘Cause that’s just creepy…
mikey
..no sympathy from you about how freezing it is..
It’s a winter wonderland! (Seriously, I like it – as long as I can afford the gas to keep the furnace running!)
Temperature being completely relative, I will note that it has recently dropped to UNDER 40°F overnight here!!
Down here in the glorious Southern border state it’s supposed to get down to 16 degrees tonight. That there’s Yanqui-type weather. Breaking out the longjohns and the scotch.
mikey, may I just point out how lucky you are to live where the liquor stores are actually open on Sundays. Here in the Bible Belt they’re closed because you should be in church, you sinful sinning person. Likewise you cannot buy beer in the grocery stores, which don’t stock wine anyway, who knows why, go figure, or even get a drink in a restaurant (no bars-only here; food must be served where alcohol is served) until after noon on Sunday because you should be in church, you sinner who is destined to burn in hell.
On the ironic hand, during these rough economic times I’m glad my son-in-law works for a local liquor distributor — surely a recession/depression-proof industry if there is one.
Oh, and Mark “The ‘Human'” Stain can tj my sb. What a creepazoid.
Temperature being completely relative… so what’s this absolute zero thing I’ve been hearing about?
M.Bouffant, I think maybe it’s just gonna be a cold winter, wherever you are.
Did you say you’re basically indoor as of this point, now?
Minus 2 F here in the capital of Ioway, and going down to 12 below tonight, with a wind chill of about 25 below. I have to run my kid over to a friend’s to pick up his guitar. I hope the car starts. It might be a good night to shop, if I had any money. Sixteen dollars doesn’t get one very far in the old shopping mall.
I don’t mind the weather. I hope we get a blizzard this week, so I’ll have an excuse not to drive to Ottumwa to visit my relatives. Not in the mood. Ah, hell, I take that back. I know other people will be miserable if they can’t travel. I’ll just have to think up a good excuse.
liquor distributor — surely a recession/depression-proof industry if there is one.
depression-proof. Git it?
Hell, everything being relative, let’s examine the numbers.
Dozens, do you hear? Dozens!! That could be as many as 24, or even 36 youths! Dozens!!
And yet, Mark won’t mention not only the brave Greek youth resisting murder, but Americans complaining that their “rights” or something (Whatever it is, it’s the moral equivalent of an “Islamic centre.”) have been taken away from them.
Double standard, anyone?
(Maybe Mark’s reticence is due to his being a gay Greek, if that’s not redundant.)
Yeah. I’ve been finding that Christmas is pretty tense this year, for a lot of reasons.
One of the reasons around here is that whenever a cashier says “Merry Christmas” I shout “HAPPY HOLIDAYS HAPPY HOLIDAYS HAPPY HOLIDAYS”
And when they haul me out the door I scream GOD BLESS PRESIDENT OBAMA
But then, I live in a Red State. This might not work in your neck of the woods.
depression-proof. Git it?
Candy: I do indeed! At deep discount.
Minus 2 F here in the capital of Ioway, and going down to 12 below tonight, with a wind chill of about 25 below.
But it must be a paradise on earth for you to live there anyway, right?
It might be a good night to shop, if I had any money. Sixteen dollars doesn’t get one very far in the old shopping mall.
That just makes me sad. And angry. Nobody who’s not righteously strung out should ever have to try to figure how to divide up sixteen fucking dollars.
God dammit.
mikey
I’m indoors like a declawed cat, as I’m now on the gummint nut rolls, & pissing my retroactive benefits away staying in a motel. Which is a bit on the dumpy side, but has the ever-popular Hi-Speed Wireless for my laptop. Too bad I don’t drink enough these days to make it worth it, but there are two bars w/in walking distance of the motel.
Thanks for asking, but don’t get me started. I can’t stop, though I know it’s boring.
I wish I could be Candy’s Secret Santa. You know those folks who go out every year at Christmas and just randomly hand $20 or $100 bills out to strangers? That’s what I do. Screw corporate charities and Jeezoid missions with their bullshit overhead and proselytizing, respectively. Whatever I spend on my friends and loved ones I give out an equal amount to strangers on the street. It eases my conscience a bit over the ridiculously privileged existence I have.
Oh, man.
If the government says you’re a wacko, I very much welcome you to walk flank security for me.
Fuck every single cheap stupid measure they can identify, every stupid bubble they ask you to color in with a number two pencil, and every “evaluation” they make you sit through.
They don’t know who you are, and they can’t understand where you’ve been.
But hey, a fellah needs a roof, right.
Charlie Mike, Bouffant…
mikey
You guys are Teh Greatest Evah!
I made the choice to become a full-time student. The partner and I had it all worked out, financially, and then his dad got cancer and dealing with that took the partner away from his work and well, we just came out really short. I figured to be working in my paralegal internship by now but even the law offices are feeling the pinch, and recessions don’t usually hit the legal sector that hard.
Oddly enough, mikey, I love Iowa. I never thought I’d hear myself say that. Although I loved living in Seattle for the brief time I was there and there are things I miss I really don’t have complaints about Iowa, or Des Moines at least. Very liberal place and I like the turn of the seasons. I admit this weather is a bit chilly for my taste, though! 😉
Venturing out now.
Well, I told the gummint I was a wacko, & a little incident w/ a gun convinced them.
Now I’m “retired,” & my income can’t go down!! Hoping for quick deflation, in other words.
And mikey, what’s “CM?” “Compos mentis?”
I’m in a motel, too. Also with wireless, although I’ll need to put air-quotes around ‘high-speed’. Last day of bush work in northern Alberta before holiday break. -37 Celsius here this morning. Flying to Quebec in the morning where a foot of snow is falling.
37°C? That’s as hot as two mean motorscooters, isn’t it? Oh, oh, wait, shit, MINUS 37!!
You win the temperature internet. Forever. That’s colder than Butte!
You guys ever hear of a ““Sourdough Thermometer“? That’s where you a series of bottles with different ingredients on the windowsill outside and estimate the temperature based on which ones are frozen. The last one to freeze at -70 was a bottle of the day’s “cure all” painkiller, which was mostly booze and opioids.
I would like some of that.
That’s colder than Butte!
All the brass monkeys hereabouts have lost their balls.
Empty bottle ?
Charlie Mike is Airborne Infantry radio speak for “continue the mission”.
It means keep on keeping on.
Or even more simply, it means “Don’t quit”.
It means fight every motherfucker that stands between where you are and where you’re going…
mikey
Thanks mikey, for the inspiration & the explanation.
There’s nothing stopping me now. (Manic phase, meaning I’ll go for hours w/o a nap.)
You liberals need to pick a fight you can win, like
the 2008 elections.
I would like to stick these people out on a windowsill in -70 weather. These paragons of human moronitude sacrificed greatly in order to support Prop. 8, including giving up watching Days of Our Lives for a month.
The fact that we lost to such terrible people makes it that much more painful.
Bookmark this, liberals. My prediction track record, unlike the record of the Teflon Fraud and that black wife of his, who got into school when it should have been me, dammit, it’s not fair, is perfect, so I have come to tell you liberal droogs that I actually have a date tomorrow night, with a real person. That’s right, you liberal droogs wish you could score with hot conservative bitches like I can over at Hannidate. I have used my excellent track record to choose one FuckCardCheck69, who assures me that she’s completely balling. While you liberals will be whining about your Teflon Fraud and that black wife of his who sucks, I will be getting my awesome swerve on with FuckCardCheck69, who has informed me that she would like to see my penis. I’ve gotten Bob Owens to tell me what exactly to do in this situation, so you liberal droogs better believe that I’m gonna be all up in that, ahh yeaah.
Oh wait, my in-car satellite television just informed me that lower temperatures are actually just as much proof of global warning as higher temperatures would be.
Junk Science! Junk Science! Al Gore is such a stupid-head.
The world is 6000 years old and when God wants everything to be warmer he breathes on it with His sweet Breath and when God wants everything to be cooler he pops it into His Refrigerator for a little bit.
I prayed to President Sarah Palin and she told me all about it (she most certainly IS President but in the future – duh)
Science is EASY the Bible said it I believe it that settles it!
We are effectively snowed in here in Porkland, Ore.
There is maybe a half foot of snow but the wind has been blowing it into big drifts.
And then we had freezing rain, so it’s covered in a half inch of ice.
We are not very used to snow here.
I am warming up with some Black Butte Porter and lasagna and also whiskey.
Why are the right-wingers so happy to point out the riots in Europe…
…While at the same time happy to adopt the immigration laws which make these riots happen?
Cause and effect seems lost on these guys.
Why are the right-wingers so happy to point out the riots in Europe…
“See? Muslims ARE bad, we have to kill them all. And let’s bomb Iran. Faster please.”
That’s why.
Unexpectedly Useful Trivium Du Jour:
-40 F = -40 C
Cold is cold in any langwidge.
OMFG!
“Dozens” of youths, you say?!
We must protect our precious way of McLife from these monsters!
Nuke the site from orbit – it’s the only way to be sure.
Good to know Steyn’s never far from his fainting-couch when it comes to dusky young fellers raising Cain. Pardon me if I don’t immediately rush out to buy a Kalishnikov & 500 rounds. Those riots in Malmo sound about half as hardcore as the aftermath of any Championship soccer game in England in the 80s or 90s.
Little wonder folks are extra-snarly right now … a lot of them are being forced to cut WAY back on their spending for the first time in many years &/or buying overpriced useless crap they can’t really afford, much of which is destined to occupy someone’s closet-space, out of a sense of obligation or peer-pressure. “Come on, citizen, go out there & kneecap your bank-balance – all the cool kids are doing it!”
Just got a massive dump of snow, but at least it was warmer this morning, a mere -2, & it’ll stay that nice all week – whereas on Friday night it was probably about -20 Celsius with the windchill.
Are you people insane? We are a tropical species.
Above does not in any way, shape, or form constitute an offer or invitation to move to the sub-tropical paradise of Southern California. People are moving out of here like there’s no tomorrow anyway. (Because there isn’t!!)
As my pathetic entry in the Misery Sweeps (and yes I know it is pathetic): I am taking a break from snow-shoveling here in Northa Boston where we got TWELVE INCHES overnight on top of ELEVEN INCHES Friday. Which would be bearable, by local standards, if the Spousal Unit (who is now being called by the title of a Dosteyevsky novel & I do not mean ‘Karamasov’) had not decided yesterday (between storms) to get creative with the $600 gas-powered snowblower. So he ran it around the wrong side of the house, despite my good advice, and discovered that the supposedly “indestructible” garden hose stored against that side of the house could actually be destructed, but only at the cost of some vital bolts inside the godsdamned snowblower, which is now a $600 lawn ornament. So he’s out there now with the ancient feeble electric snowblower, which is not going to make any impression at all in the chest-high two-foot-wide ice wall left by the city snowplows at the end of our driveway, which means we’re both going to be out there for some hours yet chipping away so he can get to work tomorrow. And I can’t even give myself the satisfaction of YELLING AT HIM for being a godsdamned airedaling Tim ‘Tool Time’ Allen, because he’s middle-aged & overweight & creaky & I’m secretly terrified he’s going to end up in the emergency room, especially if I draw the attention of the evil spirits. And, hey, there are many hundred people within 30 minutes of here who’ve been without power for 10 days and counting, since the first ice storm of the season….
So, I sit here in my reasonably warm house, listening to my loving spouse cripple himself, and piss & moan about the perfidity of the expensive inanimate objects we’ve been fortunate enough to afford, while I use my new broadband connection & semi-functional PC to eavesdrop on a lot of lovely people who deserve better than they’ve got.
So, you know — Candy, and M. Bouffant, and Mz. Nicky, thank you for reminding me how friggin fortunate I am, and I hope things improve for you soon. And, Mikey, at least you’re not dealing with frozen precipitation between you and the bottle shop. (Yes, I do love New England, but not so much right now.) Off to chip ice, because thinking about you guys has actually made me feel better… or maybe it’s just my feet thawing out.
Happy Hannukah and Merry Christmas, everyone!
Interpret this however you prefer.
KICK OUT THE JAMS MOTHER FUCKERS!!! !
We’ll come in again.
Please do kick out the jams, gentlepeople.
Pft.
Here’s what really gets me about that couple in the link Loneoak posted (and really the entire anti-gay marriage movement in general):
After he was released, he toured the state, telling his conversion story at evangelical gatherings. He met Robbie at a revival in Barstow.
They were married, had three children and then divorced. Ten years ago, they remarried. In the interim, Robbie had married and divorced another man.
The Ferreiras insist their divorces do not make them hypocrites in the fight for Proposition 8 and the preservation of the “sacredness” of marriage. They say it just proves that they are flawed people like everyone else.
“Divorce is ugly. God hates divorce,” Abel said. “We’re all broken people.”
Now, one of the principles of Christianity is that everyone’s a sinner. You read the Gospels, there are passages where Jesus more or less says that it’s impossible to keep the Ten Commandments. So everyone’s got this taint, right? In Catholicism there are ways to get rid of that – through the rites and through good deeds – but in Protestantism you’re stuck with it. This goes double for these charismatic and evangelical churches, where the members seem almost proud of their checkered pasts as adulterers, addicts, criminals, heathens, etc. (Note the detail languished on Abel’s history as a junkie)
My understanding, then, is that the evangelical principal holds that even after being “saved,” we’re still sinners. So why is being gay the exception? Why is homosexuality this extra-strength taint that can’t be removed? Forget the drug stuff, by getting a divorce Abel made his wife an adulteress, and this was after being saved! Why is it that they can get forgiveness for their sexual improprieties, but a dude who likes other dudes can’t get forgiveness for his?
Oh, and since it seems to be the theme of the day: It’s a balmy -17 C here in the People’s Republic. It’s sunny and calm, so it should feel pretty nice out, actually.
Happy Hannukah and Solstice to all! It is a balmy 11 F here in the northern Rockies with light snow falling. Only going down to -1 tonight (that was our high a couple of days last week). I may actually get in some cross country skiing this week!
Anne Laurie:
Can we call you Princess Myshkin?
Motor City is Burning.
For all you charitable types at this time of yr. (the economic downturn time) don’t think of the children. After all is they don’t have two-parent hetero households, they’ll turn out to be liberal scum anyway.
Think of the animals, stuck here in a world made by humans that they’re lost in. (Most of the humans in it lost too, but they’re supposed to be able to take care of themselves.)
Burn, Motor City, burn.
We’ll have to burn all of civilization to keep ourselves warm, then the greenhouse gases from burning it all down will have us drowning, boiling in our own wastes, etc..
M. Bouffant: You’re a man after my own heart. Have been a donor, volunteer and frequent adopter for many years at our local shelter.
Well, I just grab unattached cats from the street & support them, but it’s pretty much the same thing.
w00t! Anne Laurie is got da broadband! I imagine this means you will be starting a blog soon, amirite? *gentle elbow nudge*
Here in rural northern Connecticut, we are fucking buried in snow. At least we did not lose power or heat here on the mini-farm. The new farmdog, a Parson Russell Terrier, has been doing some serious snow romping, which is fun to watch from inside my warm little flat. Ganesh Bengal Cat has shown some interest in joining her romping, but when he feels that snow on his pads and he realizes that he would have to stand on his hind legs to see over it, he scoots right back inside. He’s pretty fucking stupid, but he’s not Mark Steyn stupid, you know?
Happy Hollerdays of your choice to all y’all. Stay warm and hang tough.
Have been a donor, volunteer and frequent adopter for many years at our local shelter.
You are merely introducing market distortions and encouraging the cats & dogs to make more kittens and puppies. Thomas Sowell told me so.
A half-life, maybe… or maybe I just feel a bit guilty that I am not doing my last bit of shopping now.
Rather than buy $mas presents this year, I had the cunning plan of sweeping up all the cat hair that accumulates around the house courtesy of the three resident cats (plus a shifting population of short-term foster-kits), and supplement it by brushing Mehitabel, and then mat all these cat hairs into a fabric. The Frau Doktorin is sewing the fabric into tasteful geegaws as well as small useful garments.
In other words, we’re making our presents felt.
[/Keats & Chapman]
“Motor City is Boiling in it’s own Wastes!”
That’s a bit tougher, but I bet Iggy could sing it.
Now I wanna be your dog
The tension and hostility in the air was palpable. There was at least a thousand cars trying to park and zero available parking spaces. It was tears and madness, hatred and envy, fear and anger.
mikey, you ain’t alone. I’m a virtual agoraphobe at this time of year, and have been for a long time now. I tell my family every year, “hey, I’ll be glad to get you something you really want or need, just as long as you let me know what it is in time to order from a catalog or online. Because otherwise, you’re getting something from Kroger or the bookstore.” I absolutely refuse to go into a mall or a big box store between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
M Bouffant, Candy, MizNicky, I feel ya – I’m in the same boat. Some of you may remember the epic battle I had with my “boss” (the guy I contract to) back in the summer – well, building is slowing down, and he’s showing his displeasure with the summer unpleasantness by, essentially, breaking the contract and suspending my weekly draws until more projects come in. So I’ve suspended going to the office or communicating with him, and don’t intend to go back. Just ended my first week of non-employment and as I was not an employee, I’m not eligible for unemployment, so it’s a good thing my tax refund came in pretty late this year and I held onto it – because that’s the only way bills are getting paid for January. Fortunately the state green building council is looking for somone to contract executive director services, and seeing how I’m an architect by training with experience in the building field, former executive director of two different non-profits and state board chair of a third for 4 years, and have a lot of experience in politics/lobbying/legislative affairs, I’m thinking I’ve got a good shot at it. It’s only part time (30 hours per week, flexible) but would replace almost 3/4 of my income – at that level, I could find other freelance work to fill in at least most of the rest – or could cut back enough to squeak by. So keep your fingers crossed for me, and I’ll keep mine crossed for you in hoping that you have or soon find a similarly promising opportunity.
Good luck with that green building job, Jennifer. Keep after it.
From my standpoint in commercial real estate finance (specifically, multi-family), I think we’re in for a world of hurt, for a long time to come.
Think of Japan’s bubble and burst as a test run.
Introducing Henry and Lewis.
Both rescue cats and now well-adjusted backyard voyageurs, demanding of treats and personalized schedules. Sometimes we think this furry twosome has it better than we do, but we have no human children so I guess that’s the point.
My partner and I travel too much too much to consider taking in more and we’re lucky La Grande Maman babysits when asked. One day, maybe. I tip my toque, M. Bouffant.
Watched Burn After Reading tonight on the motel room set. Kind of chilly and despondent for a comedy – no sense of spontanaity. It had moments but I was left sad seeing the Coen Bros. phoning in the funny.
Quick entry in the misery sweepstakes from just north of Chitown: 12 inches of direct snowfall on Thursday night, on top of the three or so still sitting on the ground. wait; 12 inches with lake effect (kind of a wind chill for snow) means that we had 18-24 newfall on Friday morning. when we managed to dig that out, an additional two inches fell, which was immediately whipped into nice drifts as the temps fell about 35 degrees. Got all the way up to 6F today, I hear. That wind chill? 18 below. Not Canada tough, certainly; but more than enough for me.
which our 100 year old house just canNOT keep up with, so it’s time to huddle with the dogs and cats, laptop and a Dirty Jobs marathon. Cold again tomorrow; when it warms on Tuesday, more snow…
I’m still marginally employed, but only because I’m self-employed and nobody is hiring architects. managing to keep gas in the car and heat on, but barely.
At least you can buy alcohol here just about anyday; in fact, there’s a store a short block from my front door. So other people got it rougher; definitely; Personally, I like mikey’s advice and tomorrow I am starting to look for the fuckers standing between me and my path.
All I want for christmas is to bookmark Anne Laurie’s blog.
Let’s get to it now.
Weather? Well, as some of you might have noticed, I’ve spent the last forty years west of denver and south of seattle. Weather is something that happens in the mountains, and as you approach the coast it pretty much vanishes as a phenomenon. After watching that silly attempt at football in the emerald city, I’ve been kind of hoping to see something go up from the old Mortician, as that kind of misery is not their bailiwick.
It’s been drizzling and 55F around here today. Oh, that doesn’t keep me from having a fire in the fireplace and spicy food (Pad Thai) for dinner, but the thing that fascinates me is that so many of you are happily accepting of the climatological vagaries of your chosen geography. Seems to me it would be motivation to think about relocation, but I’m a wimp by definition…
mikey
I have just been given the perfect Solstice present. A lovely person in a truck with a front-end plow took pity on my pathetic efforts and moved as much snow in 15 minutes as we would have moved by, well, February. He did not want money but we forced some on him anyway, and I hope he buys something nice for himself with it.
(I also hope the mook in the truck just before that who greeted my attempt to wave him down by coating me with salted slush is rewarded in equal measure.)
It’s a blast watching our little dogs in the snow. Zevon has been channeling his inner wolf, romping through drifts higher than his shoulders. Sydney, who’s still a skinny teenager with no coat worth mentioning, is determined to do everything that Zeev does but can’t figure out when the “fun” starts. And cranky old Buta-Hime-Sama actually forgot her litany of aches & pains long enough to roll around in the fresh snow (and then snarl & stomp inside to sulk when she caught me watching her). The three cats, of course, are appalled — even Demon Kishkan isn’t attempting to go out in *this* stuff.
“You know the coast is the most/Because the surfing’s the best “
The three cats, of course, are appalled
At least somebodies are doing their jobs.
Appalachian cat is displaying appellation.
Your Pretty Face is Going to Hell.
And now time for a sensitive ballad.
Smut: Rather than buy $mas presents this year, I had the cunning plan of sweeping up all the cat hair that accumulates around the house courtesy of the three resident cats (plus a shifting population of short-term foster-kits), and supplement it by brushing Mehitabel, and then mat all these cat hairs into a fabric. The Frau Doktorin is sewing the fabric into tasteful geegaws as well as small useful garments.
I have a very talented cousin who, years ago, saved up the brushings from the family dog. She then washed the hair, carded it, drop-spun it into thread, dyed the thread and wove a tapestry for my aunt for Christmas. I keep threatening to send her garbage bags of cat hair…
Sadly, cat hairs don’t have the right structure to interlock with one another and form a felt, but I am not going to let that stand between me and a bad joke.
The fact that you know from feline fur structure interlockability is bad enough, w/o the puns.
My beautiful Butte is snow white and frozen solid, filled with icicles and road salt. It pains me more than I can say. I blame it on Obama and the LIEbrals that elected a Muslin Maoist as their Shania Lawgiver. Ululate to your precious black J*sus, DEMONcraps…meanwhile, G*d punishes my Butte for your sins!
Richest Hole in Earth Snowed In & Frosty.
It’s them damn Danes. Bad people, wild people. The original Bad Vikings who burned and pillaged. They infest that part of Sweden.
One time in Copenhagen I dragged myself away from the Mouse and Elephant* long enough to take the ferry over to Malmö. And sadly, all this is true.
*Claimed as the smallest bar in Copenhagen. Only one beer on tap but it was Elephant beer. Apparently just closed, buggrit.
Sorry to break into the misery stakes, folks, but it’s been, and apparently will continue to be, about 23C here for days: that’s about 73F. Christmas day is forecast to give us 28 and sunshine (82F).
So although I’m basically skint (although to be fair I have tens of thousands to my name, it’s just that they’re preceded by a negative sign), I’d like to offer you some of our sunshine and warm sea breezes for Chrissy. Maybe if I huff and I puff I can blow a little of it your way.
Dozens of youths have rioted in the southern Swedish city of Malmo for a second consecutive night, setting cars on fire and clashing with police.
You call that a riot? He’s obviously never seen Ohio State after a football game.
Jennifer: I actually was just wondering the other day about your job situation. Sounds like you’ve got a really good shot at ending up with something better — best of luck with that. Hang in there in the meantime.
I quit my job in August for a variety of reasons. By chance I ran into a former coworker at a party this weekend and she told me she’s retiring at the end of the year, and also — what I’d feared — most of the staff is being let go. Our university is suffering unbelievably because of recent $100 million funding cutbacks from the state — tenured faculty laid off and entire programs wiped out. Tough times all around.
henry lewis: Those are two damn fine-lookin’ cats you got there. Extra bonus points for having the black one — shelters are familiar with the black-cat and black-dog syndrome, wherein people tend not to adopt them as readily. Therefore I am lobbying the reticent spouse to adopt a second dog — a black one, to replace my black 15-year-old mixed-terrier who died in June and to make a matched set with the mostly-white mutt I adopted this fall. Tilly (Her Silliness) is available for viewing at my blogsite id page thing, I don’t know how to post individual photos of my animals.
Yeah, I snowboarded to my local bar this afternoon. SEATTLE ROCKS!
Jennifer, I too was just recently wondering how your epic battle had turned out with your boss. Sorry to hear that you don’t now own his company. I too hope that we are all in better shape soon. I fear that good times are probably not around the corner, though.
I’m used to living on the cheap, and don’t have any expensive habits, although I do enjoy some small luxuries from time to time, like occasionally going to a theatre to see a movie. I’d just like to not have to worry about getting the bills paid. Still, I have a roof over my head and probably won’t freeze to death this week, so I’m better off than a lot of folks. The partner should be getting a small chunk of life insurance soon, and my final student aid allottment will come at the end of January. Hopefully I’ll have found some employment by then. Crossing my fingers.
A couple of months ago, we took in a stray kitty who was hanging around my partner’s dad’s garage (much to the vehement objections of our six year old ginger Kitty Cheese). He is a darling little kitty and looks like a purebred Bombay, probably about six months old now. We had him neutered at our cut rate animal clinic, and they supposedly checked him over and treated him for worms and fleas, etc. but he’s acting like he has ear mites and KC is shaking her head too. I also think he may have some sort of intestinal problems because – pardon me if I gross you out – the world’s worst smelling crap. I want to take them both to the vet but it’s going to be a while before I can afford to do so. This is making me very sad.
I don’t have any online pics of the baby cat yet, but he looks just like this
He and the Kitty Cheese play together now, but it’s one of those “it’s all good fun until someone gets hurt” deals. Much hissing and growling on KC’s part. He seems to dominate although KC has about seven pounds on him.
He doesn’t really have a name yet, but I’ve been calling him Inky and/or Stinky. My son calls him Buddy.
Hey, a little holiday spirit, OK? Giving someone shit when she’s too poor to afford care for sick animals is rather uncharitable, if not something more epithet-worthy.
Candy – What are you feeding the cat? I and my coworker have both had problems with the Poop Of Death, and in my case and hers it was solved by switching cat food brands, usually (oddly) from a more expensive brand to a cheaper one. The fancy schmancy organic stuff may be more protein than your little guy’s stomach can take. I have had very good results with the generic cat food put out by Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods (they sell fancy stuff too, but whole foods generic CAT FUD type stuff is around 2-3 bucks for a big bag.)
Nevermind – if you’re hurting for money, you’re probably already feeding him one or another brand of the cheap stuff. Switching it up still might work though.
Bobby the cat likes the dry food.
Gavel Down, I’m feeding them Meow Mix Indoor Formula. I tried a couple of other things, including Kitten Chow, and it seemed to get worse. He does seem to be getting a little better these days. Probably his system is maturing.
I’ve had the ‘cheaper is better’ experience as well. I’ve had at least two cats who categorically refused to eat Iams. They both loved Alley Cat, though. 😉
Kiss our collective ass