Great Quotes

It does not take a majority to prevail... but rather an irate, tireless minority, keen on setting brushfires of freedom in the minds of men. ~Samuel Adams

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Moving, Waterboarding and "John Wayne" Cheney


My life is consumed with one thing. Moving. I've been packing for a month, yet still, there are things EVERYWHERE. Can I burn them? Just set fire to it all and walk away? That's what I really want to do. Today is moving day, and like a good wife, I'm hiding in the basement of the new place blogging while my husband grunts and sweats and does all the heavy lifting back at the old place. When I say I would rather be water boarded than move, it's not a joke. Strap me to the board and start the waterworks. If I can come out of it to a fully furnished and unpacked new home...I'M IN. If you ever feel as if you don't have anything, just try packing up everything you have. Your perspective will change.

To make matters worse, we are simply moving into temporary space while we try to buy a house. Our budget being what it is we will be attempting to buy a foreclosed house to fix up. Listen to this idiocy. So far we've attempted to put offers on two listings, both in serious need of repair and both vacant. The first kept us hanging for 3 months while they tried to negotiate with the bank and the 2nd is being handled by a nitwit who isn't doing his job properly. It appears that no one really cares that these empty properties are simply going to decay even though there are people who can afford to fix them. So if you're wondering why the foreclosed home on your block has been sitting there empty for months, it isn't because no one wants to buy it. They probably are being roadblocked at every turn.

So now we're homeless. Pregnant and homeless. Is that not some sort of minority group I can get sign up for? I guess we're not technically homeless because my gracious parents have taken us in. But I'm still very pregnant, very cranky and have about as much patience as a dog waiting for a steak bone.

The one thing I have found consolation in this week was Dick Cheney's AWESOME speech. He made Obambi look like a whiny child in a debate against Abe Lincoln.

So if you're looking for something with which to procrastinate (like me), this speech deserves a second listen. One of the best parts of the speech is the cremation of the idea that building Guantanamo recruited more terrorists. This is like saying, "having federal prisons creates more crime." Gee, I don't know, I think if there's a bad consequence to lawlessness, lawlessness might recede. But then again, everybody knows Guantanamo was a jihad paradise complete with religiously appropriate meals and aerobics time. So maybe its existence did recruit more terrorists....who were tired of living in caves with no plumbing or fresh water. The only people coming out of Guantanamo Bay with PTSD are our soldiers who weren't allowed to even defend themselves against attacks from prisoners.

This idea that America is somehow "above" torturing our enemies (and I wouldn't call water boarding torture considering Mancow is about to have it done to him on the air) is ridiculous. Let me get this straight. You people think we should avoid intense interrogations to the point of losing our country? Because that's the choice we face. It isn't between torture and peace. It's between torture, and wearing a burqa. So you decide. If you really think Versace is going to make you a flattering burqa that you can dance the night away in (in your blackened-windowed room where no one can see you), then be my guest and keep up your whining about torture by fuzzy caterpillars posing as "stinging insects". I, on the other hand, say GO GET 'EM BOYS because I like my jeans and my SUV and I like being able to drive without a male escort, and I like being able to show my very attractive ankles and I like not having to bow down 5 times a day to some evil moon god, AND I LIKE AMERICA. I don't think we should have to treat our enemies who have killed thousands of us in cold blood with kid gloves and fancy lawyers. @#?! the lawyers and string these guys up for all I care. How is it possible that you can shoot them dead on the battlefield but you can't trick them into thinking they're drowning to find out who the next victims of their jihad are???

This idea that America is always this shining beacon of light because we don't torture people is absurd. It's because we don't torture our own CITIZENS. Not our enemies! What kind of beacon of light could we be to an oppressed world if we won't go after, kill, torture or maim forever their oppressors??? You know how they say America is a "strong" nation? You don't get that reputation by making nicey-nice with dictators and brutal killers. You get that reputation by wiping dictators and brutal murderers off the face of the globe so that the peaceful people on earth can live in peace.

The American symbol is the bald eagle. Much like the woman who jumped into the polar bear tank expecting a warm welcome and got mauled instead, an eagle is not an animal you would want to tangle with. The eagle has talons like switchblades and is a lethal killer. It is no mistake that our nation chose it as our symbol of strength, power, ruthlessness and superiority. You cannot have a country without the will to defend itself and defend itself by all means necessary. And the president of this country had better get on board with the likes of the men who came before him who were willing to make those decisions to ensure the sovereignty of this nation. (A lot of them Democrats, I might add.)

Former leaders of this nation have been willing to use this,



And Obama isn't even willing to use this.





You do the math.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

McDonald's: Glamorizing the Ghetto

About a week ago, I bought my preschooler a Happy Meal at McDonald's. The new toy is a Kidz Bop music CD. Cool! Something we might actually use and not throw out. Genius. For those of you who don't know Kidz Bop, it is pop music with the questionable lyrics taken out, replaced by acceptable ones and sung by kids. It is supposed to allow your kids to listen to popular music without the junk. It's a brilliant idea. All kids love pop music, but most parents don't want them listening to it because of the cultural rot. Answer? Kidz Bop. Well, until now. After allowing my daughter to listen to it at least 5 times before I paid attention to the lyrics, I caught one line that made me sit up and gasp. "I'm known in the ghetto....welcome to the slums."

I've dissected the lyrics for you that are on the CD in the Happy Meal. (It's disc number 1, song one, "Take You There")

we can go to the tropics,
we can party in the sun,
chill and have fun,
shorty i can take you there
we can take a trip to the hood
it's no problem girl it's my city
I can take you there...
so just roll with me in a hurry
I can show you where

as long as you're with me baby
you'll be alright
i'm known in the ghetto
just stay by my side
or we can leave the slums
go to paradise, babe it's up to you

shorty come wit'me there's no worry
you come by my place
you can have your friends come with you
it'll be okay
don't be scared of the West Indies
It's Jamaica where i'm from
if you see something you're not used to
welcome to the slums!


What?????

Here's the best part. I called McDonald's corporate office today in Oak Brook, IL (1-800-244-6227, EMAIL here) to voice my concern about the glamorization of the crime-infested, drug infested ghetto to our unsuspecting children (whether in Jamaica or here, it doesn't matter. A ghetto is a ghetto is a ghetto.) The customer service agent I was transferred to was, quite obviously, a black man. Don't everybody gasp at once. I'm saying it because it is what it is and it's relevant. If any of you want to cry RAAAAAACIST because I can discern a "black accent" when I hear one, then I will call you a liar for claiming not to hear our different dialects. We've all been schooled in "Ebonics" have we not?

Fo' shizzle.

So I told this gentleman my concern that the lyrics of this particular song glamorize the ghetto and the slums and that it is inappropriate for children to start fantasizing about going to a place that is riddled with crime, violence and drugs. The customer service agent started arguing with me. A big mistake. Instead of writing down my concern and sharing it with his supervisors he told me that it was a good song and didn't mean anything except that the singer is telling his girlfriend about where he comes from and that I didn't understand the ghetto. I assured the rep that living in Chicago (quite near a ghetto and at times actually in one) that I know exactly what a ghetto is and I don't want my children to go there! Ever heard of Cabrini Green? Well, I've been there. Many times. Long story. Don't ask. It's not a nice place. It's not a safe place. It isn't a place that even the residents would stay in if they didn't have to. It was so bad that most of it has been torn down now because of the horrible crime and desperation that comes with slums of all kinds. So I said this to the rep and he said, "You're stereotyping."

This is what political correctness has done for us. We are no longer allowed to call blue, blue, if it could be considered "stereotyping" (which is just another word for RAAAAAAACIST) we aren't allowed to say it...even if it's true. Folks, I'm here to tell you a truth right now. The ghetto is a bad place. It's a dangerous place, full of crime, drugs and horror. Are there people there who live decent lives? Yes. If they could live anywhere in the world, would they pick that slum? You answer that one.

And more importantly, do you want your daughter going to a ghetto with a boy from the hood who can "protect" her? You know what that means...he's connected. He's in a gang. So what we have here is McDonald's encouraging your daughters to date gang-bangers. I don't care what color you are, but if you're in a gang and are "known in the ghetto", stay the hell away from my daughters. You won't be taking them anywhere. But McDonald's thinks it's responsible to paint rosy pictures of slums and ghettos in your preschoolers' heads. Or maybe we should blame Kidz Bop...but McDonald's should have listened to the music before mass distributing it to millions of children.

I researched the song and found the actual lyrics too. They are below. Clearly, even the artist knows how bad the ghetto is. He tells us in the lyrics that "killas get hung" and "gunshots" are fired...how good could that be? But according to the "customer service" rep at McDonald's, I don't know what a ghetto is and it's just another name for a neighborhood. Yeah, okay. Why does this remind me of Global Warming vs. Climate Change? We'll just call it something else so no one notices the stink. Good plan. After asking to be transferred to his supervisor (and getting left on hold indefinitely) I hung up, called back and got an actual supervisor who understood her job, agreed with me that those lyrics are clearly disturbing and promised to get my complaint to the marketing department.

I really want to move past all this racial tension baloney. But as long as there are people out there more interested in defending cultural idiocy than they are in the truth, then we will always be divided. Just keep on making excuses for your ghettos and your slums and see how far that gets you. Keep protecting the gang-bangers and glamorizing the drug dealers and see if it protects you from the stray bullets. Keep buying the records made by criminals and misogynists and allowing your little children to have those values imprinted on their brains. Keep devaluing education in your home keep staying away from parent's nights at school. Keep doing these things and it will never change. Everybody wants change CHANGE CHANGE...but no one is willing to make changes in their own lives to stop this insanity called "culture". Really, who is proud of the gang culture? Who is proud of young men who want bullet scars? Of neighborhoods too dangerous to walk in at night? What is wrong with this country? All I know is, while I'm still free to say it, I'm saying it. IT'S WRONG AND IT'S KILLING A GENERATION. We are losing millions of kids to gangs and violence and drugs and all you people can worry about is "STEREOTYPING!"

You know what the kicker about a stereotype is? It's usually true. Ask me how many Irishmen I know who like to tie one on and sing in bars (Maureen, I'm talking about you), or how many blondes I know who can be ditsy (okay, that's me), or the Polish folks I know who put way too many chochkys on their lawns, or the Italians I know with inflated macho egos, or the black folks I know who like fried chicken and bbq, and don't forget the rednecks I know who have gun racks in their trucks and use the exclamation, "yeehaw!".

Don't tell me that a "ghetto" isn't a dangerous, poverty-stricken, crime-infested slum. I've seen them with my own eyes. But liberals insist that you ignore your own eyesight, like when Obama bowed to the Saudi King I was supposed to believe he was simply bending over to talk to him face to face....not bowing and scraping before a brutal dictator even though there is photographic evidence. They insist that you ignore what is plainly before you and accept their explanations of victimhood and slave-mentality and disenfranchisement, colonialism and big bad whitey being the source and cause of every law-breaking minority.

My grandmother happens to be an ex-British citizen, born and raised in Jamaica until the age of 17 when she married an American and became one herself. I asked her if the ghettos and slums in Jamaica are somehow different than the ones we have here, just in case I could be wrong. She confirmed they are even worse. Ruled by the kings of the machete they are killing fields. Most of my family has fled Jamaica because the violence and crime is so bad and my Grandmother stopped visiting her birthplace years ago for the same reason. All fear the machete. Here's a recent blurb from the AP wire about Jamaican slums printed yesterday.


Jamaican police say street gang members tossed gasoline bombs into houses in a troubled area of the island's capital, setting them ablaze and killing an elderly woman. About 30 people are now homeless.

Police Superintendent Altimorth Powell says four masked gunmen randomly fired shots in the Grants Pen community of north Kingston early Tuesday and then set fire to several ramshackle homes. He says the body of Beatrice Campbell, 85, was recovered in one of the charred buildings.

There have been no arrests.

Gang violence is a regular occurrence in Kingston's slums.














Don't tell me a slum is not a slum and a ghetto is not a ghetto.

Take You There
by Sean Kingston

[Chorus]
We can go to the tropics
Sip piƱa coladas
Shorty I could take you there
Or we can go to the slums
Where killas get hung
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya...)
I could take ya (I could take ya...)
Shorty I could take you there
You know I could take ya (I could take ya...)
I could take ya (I could take ya...)
Shorty I could take you there

Baby girl I know it's rough but come with me
We can take a trip to the hood
It's no problem girl it's my city
I could take you there
Little kid with guns only 15
Roam in the streets up to no good
When gun shots just watch us, run quickly
I could show you where

As long as you're with me
Baby you'll be alright
I'm known in the ghetto
Girl just stay by my side
Or we can leave the slums go to paradise
Baby it's up to you,
It's whatever you like