Who Will Stand?

We have no sense of outrage anymore.

I’ve written about this topic before, but let’s face it: Some Americans obviously aren’t getting the message. Woody explains it very clearly.

Two US Soldiers were captured in Iraq. They were tortured and killed in the most inhumane abuse of human beings that I can recall in recent history. These men were beaten, their arms contorted, their testicles cut off, their penises cut off and stuffed in their mouths, their eyes gouged out, their hearts cut out and were beheaded. If reading that shocks or disgust you let me take this opportunity to say that I’m glad to offend.

America needs to get pissed off. America needs to know that it’s media would rather lull it back to sleep than wake it up with the truth. America needs to tell it’s leaders to get serious about the war on terror before it’s too late. America needs to rise up and wipe Islamic terrorism from the face of the earth. America needs to tell anyone who would gripe and complain as we do this to fuck off. America needs to tell anyone who would obstruct us in doing this that they are next. This is what needs to happen if we are to live in peace and freedom in the twenty first century.

Damn right I’m outraged. Why aren’t you?

Sneakeasy agrees:

There is a window of opportunity here to educate ( There apparently WERE WMD’S in Iraq ) the American public about the nature of this fight we are in, the threat Militant Islam poses to us all, and the need to go all out in that battle until the final victory is won.

Get MAD America!

Appeasement, Politiical Correctness, and all that other Make Nice with the ( Radical ) Muslims, Anti-American, Anti-Western Civilization, crap, needs to be called the Bullshit that it is.

Tell the rest of the world to GO FUCK ITSELF!

He’s right, you know. When we have animals torturing our boys overseas, the time is long gone for caring whether France likes us or thinks we’re meanies. Who cares if some pussified EUroweenie country screams that “Americans are arrogant”?

This is not a damn popularity contest. This isn’t a tea party. This is about our country, our defense, our way of life, and our God-given right to be free and safe. Hell, at this point it’s about our right to be alive. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?

Sneakeasy has a good point. This is a tremendous opportunity for us to educate our countrymen, to call for the taking up of arms and defending what is ours. All through our history, we have had to stand and fight for what we believe in. Why are we not doing it now? Why are we so complacent? Why is the brutal torturing of two American servicemen no more than another news item, buried beneath the latest follies of Angelina Jolie? Why are we not screaming angry?

Stand up, America! Put your latte down and remember who you are. Remember where you came from, and the men whose courage paved your way. Remember the blood that bought you this dream and the continuing sacrifices that sustain your freedom here. Remember the truths that we hold to as Americans, the knowledge that without freedom, life is nothing. Remember the words of Jefferson, who said that the tree of liberty must be watered from time to time with blood: the blood of tyrants and patriots. We are those patriots. We are the ones who hold our future and our children’s future. We are the only ones who can stand up against this evil and vanquish it from the world.

Islam is a cancer; a diabolical, murderous, depraved ideology that will bear any burden, traverse any land, and bear any burden only for the express purpose of seeing you dead. Will you lay down and let it roll over you? Will you sit idly by and watch for fear of offending someone? I’ll be honest with you: I don’t give a damn about any other country above my own. America FIRST.

The time is long past for spectating. We MUST stand and defend our nation, or it. will. fall. We MUST rise up and do as our forefathers did. We MUST. If we as a nation do not stand in the face of this evil, then we are cowards and deserve the horrifying fate that will absolutely and certainly befall us.

Each of us must make our own choice. As for me, I refuse to lay down. I refuse to fall victim to a bunch of primitive animals who offer nothing to the earth but bloodshed and depravity. If I can, I will wear a uniform again. If I can’t, then I will find some other way to serve. But no matter what happens, I will stand - as a free citizen - as an American.

Who will stand with me?

The Ditzy Twits, Ditzier Than Ever

Why do we even bother talking about them?

Easy. It’s fun pointing our fingers at the little bleached bimbos, laughing at their misery and mocking their moronitude beyond all decency. Like when they say “patriotism? Who needs it?”

When Maines made her comment on March 10 2003, 10 days before Operation Iraqi Freedom unleashed “shock and awe” over Baghdad, the Dixie Chicks were probably the biggest act in country music. Yet within days, their music vanished from the charts and the airwaves, apoplectic rednecks crushed piles of their CDs with tractors, and the FBI was feverishly monitoring death threats against the trio. It was the most heinous pop-star outrage since Ozzy Osbourne urinated on the Alamo.

“The reaction was as if Natalie had said ‘Death to the President’ or something,” says violinist and vocalist Maguire.

Or maybe it was as if she’d stood up in the middle of a war, on stage, on foreign soil, taking a dump all over her Commander-in-Chief and proclaiming that she was ashamed to even be from the same State as he. All to please and pander to the EUroweenie crowd, of course. In other words, the reaction was one of utter disgust.

“It was the bullying and the scare factor,” shudders banjo and guitar player Robison. “It was like the McCarthy days, and it was almost like the country was unrecognisable.”

The McCarthy days that Robison remembers so very well, having not even been born then. But hey, it’s something that her liberal friends like to scream and bellow every time anybody disagrees with them, so it must be true. Like some secret moonbat mantra or something, right? Whenever a liberal has been babbling for a while, I invariably get the urge to offer them a cracker for some reason.

“McCarthy!” “Squashing of dissent!” “Waaaaah!”

In Iraq, the Iraq that existed before the President that the Ditzy Twits are so ashamed of gave the order to stop the genocide, “squashing of dissent” meant throwing people into plastic shredders, raping little girls to death and feeding their corpses to the dogs etc. etc., so pardon me if the fact that nobody wants to buy your junk anymore fails to make the needle on my Sympathy Meter twitch.

The Chicks can’t hide their disgust at the lack of support they received from other country performers.

Sure. It’s their sacred duty to commit career suicide and piss on their nation’s flag just because you do.

“A lot of artists cashed in on being against what we said or what we stood for because that was promoting their career, which was a horrible thing to do,” says Robison.

Sure. Everything those other artists who stood by their nation in times of war were just doing it to protect their careers because, obviously, they couldn’t possibly disagree with you silly cows, seeing as how you’re infallible and all. Once again it’s proven: Talent is inversely proportional to ego. The less of the former, the more of the latter.

“A lot of pandering started going on, and you’d see soldiers and the American flag in every video. It became a sickening display of ultra-patriotism.”

Pandering? Well, you are an authority on the subject, considering how you could barely wait to get out of the country to pander to the EUroweasels. And nothing sums you airheaded poodles up better than the fact that you find patriotism sickening. Not as sickening as we find the fact that you have U.S. passports, but such is life. It doesn’t always make sense.

“The entire country may disagree with me, but I don’t understand the necessity for patriotism,” Maines resumes, through gritted teeth. “Why do you have to be a patriot? About what? This land is our land? Why? You can like where you live and like your life, but as for loving the whole country… I don’t see why people care about patriotism.”

What can one possibly add to that? It’s basically self-Fisking.

“Sure, we like our lives and we like the place we live, but why should we stand up for it when it’s attacked? It’s not like it required actual sacrifice or hard work to create it in the first place, nor is it going anywhere. It’s just something that we’re entitled to and will always have.”

The “ME!” generation in a nutshell.

Completely and utterly useless, a total waste of DNA, a bunch of lazy, self-centred cowards that could die off tomorrow and nobody would notice that they were gone. They don’t contribute, all they do is demand.

Worthless.

An Unpopular View of Haditha

Heidi and I have been watching the Haditha situation unfold, and we’ve held our tongues until now. However, after reading some of the military bloggers’ comments, and seeing the cover-my-ass-in-case-I’m-wrong crap from some other conservative bloggers, I’ve decided I can’t be silent anymore. Our view is unpopular, it’s untolerant, it’s anything but understanding. But it’s realistic. Take it as you will.

A year ago, we watched Ilario Pantano fight to clear his name of ridiculous charges. The idea of putting a Marine on trial for killing the enemy in a time of war is asinine. Haditha, in my opinion, is no different.

Marines are trained to kill. Total demolition and obliteration of the enemy is what they excel at. They are not Air Force technicians. They are not Navy radar operators. They are not hostage negotiators. They are killers, trained to win wars by killing the enemy preemptively, NOT reactively. Battles like Iwo Jima were won because Marines are “bold, bloody, and resolute,” not “understanding, tolerant, and merciful.” The Pacific front of World War II was a filthy, gory, stunningly real display of the realities of war. The Marines lived it, breathed it, slept in it for many, many months on end. They did what they had to do to survive, but more importantly, they did what they had to do to win. Were it not for their courage and their testicular fortitude, we would never have won against the Japanese. That means at this very moment, you would not be free.

What the Left (and other worthless institutions like the UN, etc.) are doing is to force Marines–and every other branch of our military–to fight a war as though it were a rough football match, with rules and penalties and punts from their own end zone if they hurt someone during the game.

Here’s the problem: War is not a game, and by its very nature, it demands that people be hurt.

To paraphrase a great saying, “The more brutal war is, the sooner it will be over.” Once war begins, the only option is absolute and total victory. Total vanquishing of the enemy. There can be no in between, no waffling of purpose, no “playing nice.”

It’s easy for you here in the States, fat and happy in your recliner, to say those Marines killed in cold blood. Here’s my response: How dare you? Have you ever talked to someone just before their head exploded? Have you had to wipe your friend’s brains off your face? Have you risked your own life to save someone else? Do you even have a clue how you would react in that situation? I’ll give you a hint: You don’t have a damn idea.

We train our boys–and they are boys, so many of them–to kill the enemy somewhere else so we don’t have enemies in our homes, killing our children. We train these men to do the job that needs to be done because most of America doesn’t have the stomach for it. These boys and men volunteer to do something we can never fathom, and we have no right to tell them how to do their job if we have never stood in their boots, covered in the blood of our friends.

In order to win a war, you must destroy the enemy’s will to fight. This is accepted fact. The terrorists know this, and they are well on their way to destroying our will. Even while they attack our cities and kill our innocents, we scream that “American troops must take the high road! We must not torture! We must not strike the enemy preemptively! We must only react to them if fired upon!”

And then you wonder why we’re still in Iraq.

This war is becoming like Vietnam, but not in the way you think. The media have wanted their My Lai ever since the beginning. They wanted a poster child to parade, someone to play scapegoat for their game of “Pin the war crimes on the military.” The Left is worse, claiming they support the troops even as they call them babykillers and murderers. Even conservatives, normally so pro-troop, are backing away from Haditha like it’s a hot potato. Suddenly no one wants to get caught holding the unpopular bag that says “I support the Marines.” You know, “just in case they really did it.”

So what if they did? Who knows? Who cares?

Remember: The more brutal a war is, the sooner it will be over. We are still in Iraq because our military, our Marines, are not allowed to do the job they were trained to do. War is a contact sport. It’s not golf. Women get killed. Children get killed. Hospitals get bombed. It is heartbreaking, it’s sad, but it’s reality. To ask our men and women to fight a war without hurting anyone is insane. People keep using the phrase “killed in cold blood,” like war is somehow, something other than killing in cold blood. What the hell do you expect them to do? Go over there and only kill in self-defense?

If it comes out that those Marines did kill women and children, I will still support them. Terrorists are everywhere. You all know this, folks, I’m not telling you something revolutionary here. Terrorists can be women, they can be children. There’s no law saying terrorists are only Arab males between 17-30. I have no right to tell Marines in a combat zone that they have to answer to me back here in the States about their actions in a combat zone against an enemy that takes any form, uses any tactic, and breaks every rule. And as much as it may pain you to hear this, you don’t have a right to demand it either.

The military does a dirty, disgusting job so we don’t have to. The very least we can do is let them do it the way they were trained to do it–the way it needs to be done. The sooner the enemy’s will is broken, the sooner our troops all come home for good.

Linked at Cao’s Blog.

The Need for Horror in America

UPDATE: The “woman” in the video mentioned is apparently a Nepalese man, killed in 2004. However, I don’t think it really matters. He was killed by Islamics, for being an “infidel.”
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This article is gross. It is disgusting and revolting, but it is necessary. Don’t walk away because you don’t want to be offended. Have the guts to read it all the way through. Hopefully by the end you will understand why. I realize that I will offend people, but I think at this point, it needs to be done.

A few years ago, I was part of a search and rescue mission for the Civil Air Patrol, searching for a downed pilot in the hills of northeastern South Dakota. After three days, we found him. It was beyond anything else I had ever seen two feet away from me: The sight of his twisted, mangled limbs; the marks in the ground near his body where he had tried, unsuccessfully and with two broken legs, to claw his way out of the burning wreckage; the way his face was frozen in an expression of complete and utter terror; the hole in his chest where he had impaled himself on the control stick. Being a part of the search and its result imprinted me like nothing else ever has. Seeing his body affects me even now as a student aircraft mechanic. My mistake could result in someone else lying on the side of a hill in the midst of what was once his aircraft. That was the most horrific thing I had ever seen.

Until yesterday.

I read the articles about the woman being beheaded in a most brutal fashion yesterday, and I was angered, as I always am when reading about what these animals can do to those who don’t agree with their dangerous ideology. I’ve watched several beheadings on video, and even though I find them horrific, I think it’s extremely important to know your enemy, to know what they are capable of and willing to do. However nauseous they make me, they remind me of why we are in this fight.

With this in mind, I watched the video of this beheading. What I saw I cannot even begin to describe to you. The description of the acts on this recording is revolting enough, but (and I cannot stress this enough) they do not even come close to the absolute and utter evil that was carried out against this victim.

The person taking the video zooms in on the woman’s neck as the man stabs her in the throat. Her executioner yanks the knife back and forth from the middle, much like someone would move a shovel back and forth to widen a hole. Her neck opens up in an incredibly horrible wound, but through it all, she is still alive. Perhaps the most disturbing part of it is her attempt to scream. Over and over she makes these sounds that can only be described as keening, a desperate and vain attempt to stop the insanity. Even as your stomach turns, a part of your heart goes out to her, for you know there is nothing this woman could have done to merit this.

The man working his way through her neck stops then, and the camera widens to show another man, stepping on her body, forcing large amounts of blood through the ungodly wound in her neck. Her moans continue, and behind them you hear the now-familiar chants of “Allahu Akbar!” Finally the first man moves back in to finish his work on her neck. I turned it off. I physically could not watch anymore. I was shaking, holding back tears, and more angry than I’ve ever been.

I had an epiphany of sorts at that moment, something that has been brewing in my soul for a while:

We are not doing enough.

These people, these animals who revel in the blood of innocents, who laugh and cheer at the sight of a half-naked, defenseless woman moaning through a half-severed neck, are not just halfway around the world. They are here. They are on your streets, in your neighborhoods. Their children go to school with yours. They work with you. You see them in the grocery store. They are here, waiting, planning. Plotting the destruction of everything your grandfather fought for at Normandy. Seeking the obliteration of the West until it is a bloody carcass, bowed before their primitive but limitless hatred. They are walking across porous borders, applying for college, getting jobs. They are biding their time.

What are we doing about it? We’re taking sensitivity training. We’re teaching our children to “respect” their religion, even though their religion says we all have to die a violent, horrible death. Even if the estimates of liberals were true, and the violent extremists are 1% of the total Muslim population, that is 100 million people who not only want you dead, but are willing to carry that out in the most bloody and brutal manner possible. How many of those are already in this country, listening to their imam call for jihad every week?

With numbers like that, is calling your Congressman once or twice a week enough? Will flying a flag from your backseat car window be enough to stop the tide that is trying desperately to roll over this country? If you say, “I respect your religion,” will it stop them from killing your wife in front of you?

Why are we not lining up outside the recruiter? Why are we not standing to say, “I will go”? Why are we hiding? Do we think that because we write in a blog, we’re doing all we can do? Are we so completely naive?

I told someone last night, “If I could get back into the military, I would go in a heartbeat.” Their response was, “What about your son?” What kind of response is that? Is that the kind of selfish complacency we have come to? How can it be so hard to understand that it is because of my son that I would do this? How can I leave him to be an adult in a world where animals like Islamic terrorists run the show because I stayed home and did nothing? How can anyone in this country look into the face of a fallen soldier’s child and say, “I’m going to stay home with my family”? How DARE we? Did Sergeant First Class Paul Smith’s children need him less? Does HMC Julian Woods’ mother not miss him?

Every one of those fallen heroes is someone’s son, brother, husband, father. They had the courage, the strength, and the integrity to stand in front of an enemy more evil than anything this world has ever seen. In the face of their sacrifice, we say, “But I’m going to college. I have a wife. I have children.”

The media will hide this beheading video. They will say it’s too graphic, too brutal, too horrifying. That is exactly why it needs to be shown. Every American over 18 needs to watch it. They need to see exactly what is on the other side of our troops, what stands ready and willing to destroy us. Our soldiers and Marines face this every single day for us. How dare we impugn their sacrifice? More importantly, how dare we not, if we are able, be there with them? Those who are there go back, time after time, to fight again. Their minds are as wounded as their bodies, but their hearts are true. They go back because so many won’t go at all.

In the HBO miniseries Band of Brothers, one of the aging vets mentions that out of his town, everyone who was able tried to enlist in the days of World War II. Three men from his town committed suicide because they could not go. These people knew the price of freedom. They were willing to not only pay with their lives, but to fight with their lives. The knowledge that they would not be allowed to wear the uniform, to defend what their fathers had earned, was the ultimate shame to them. How can we be so complacent as to think we do not have to give of ourselves for what others bought for us in blood?

Am I saying that everyone who is not in the military is not a patriot, or that anyone who has not seen combat is not worthy? Far from it. I am, however, saying that sitting in your comfortable house and yelling at the news on the TV, or sending a fax to your Senator every so often, or complaining to your friends and relatives is not enough. If you can serve, why aren’t you? Think about your reasons. College? Family? Fear? Are these things worth more than freedom? Is anything?

If you cannot serve, find a way to help support those who can. Help their families. Send them care packages. Do something to make their lives easier. They carry the weight of your future on their shoulders. You owe them more than you will ever be able to pay. If you do not understand this basic truth, then you spit in their faces and take their bloody deaths on your behalf for granted.

Not serving in the military doesn’t mean you will never fight for your life. In fact, the further we travel down this road of entitlement and complacency, the higher the chances are that you will. Beating this evil, depraved enemy once and for all, however, can at least help ensure that you won’t ever hear the sound of your daughter choking on her own blood as a madman saws through her throat in front of a gleeful crowd.

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Linked at Basil’s, Mudville Gazette

The Story Behind the Words

I’ve written about it before, but it’s become pertinent again, with the desecration of our national anthem by people who think they deserve the “American dream” simply because they’re good at sneaking across borders. This has really been bothering me, so I decided to lay it out.

What does the Star-Spangled Banner mean to you? Have you ever really listened to the words? Can you picture the battle for Fort McHenry in your head? For twenty-five hours the British bombarded the fort. Twenty-five hours of rockets and mortars and guns from the ships. Twenty-five hours of the worst possible thunderstorm you could ever think of—and every clap of thunder was designed to kill you. All that stood between the British and their victory were 1000 Americans who refused to be anything but free.

Francis Scott Key waited all night, watching the fight, wondering if this new country could hold its own against the fury of Britain. Imagine it as if you were Key. The thick smoke, the smells, the explosions over and over. Your very life is at stake, but you would rather die in a heartbeat than live one day as anything but free. All night it goes on; you wonder if anything could even be left after this.

At dawn, after what surely has been the most terrifying and gutwrenching night of your life, your heart aches as you look across the water to the fort. How many people have died? Is America defeated? Are you to be a slave to Britain’s empire?

Then you see it. Battered, but never beaten; worn, but not defeated. The red and white stripes, the blue field with white stars. It is there, still waving proudly in victory. In that instant, you realize that you are still free, and your country is intact, stronger than she was before. You realize in a rush that your countrymen have done something beautiful and terrible, all at once, something needed and unselfish and timeless.

Your heart is full of joy, of rapture, complete elation and pride and patriotism. You begin to write, wanting to preserve for all of posterity—for all those who will be born in this free country—what it cost to give them that precious gift, and what their legacy and responsibility will be if they wish their own children to enjoy its blessings.

The Star-Spangled Banner is my song. It is the song of every American who understands the price that was paid for us to be able to sing it. It is the anthem of those who cherish the sacrifice of every man and woman for the last two hundred years. It is not a pop template, it is not something that anyone can twist and change and mold to fit their own agenda.

These people who have made “Nuestro Himno” have cheapened our anthem, they have spit upon its purity, and they have desecrated everything that being an American is. Read the last verse of our precious anthem:

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner forever shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Fort McHenry–and Iwo Jima, and Corregidor, and Belleau Wood, and Midway, and Hue, and Fallujah, and a thousand more–are why illegal immigrants can’t have my nation’s anthem. They already take our jobs, our taxes, in some cases our homes and lives. They can get their own damn anthem. Right after they go home.

Hollywood Strikes Out Again With Polygamy Drama

The show “Big Love” premieres on HBO tomorrow night. Starring Bill Paxton (who I guarantee was way better in Frail and Apollo 13 than he’ll be in this), the show is about a man who has 3 wives and seven children split over three houses in a neighborhood.

Bill is married to all three women, and supporting all the children, while dealing with more than the usual amount of parents, in-laws and responsibilities. Barb meets daily with Nicki and Margene to coordinate responsibilities, disperse money and divide overnight schedules with Bill. Bill goes from house to house, bed to bed, and crisis to crisis like a bumblebee, never staying in any one place too long, and seldom at rest.

Wow! What great fun, right? Um, no.

This reminds me of when I worked as a skiptracing investigator/collector. I would call debtors in the metro Detroit area, and these low-income women would tell me about how Johnny didn’t really ‘live’ there, he “jus’ come by here sometimes.” When pressed, one women finally explained to me that Johnny had children with 4 different women that she knew of. He would go from house to house, staying a week or two with one, then moving on to the next. None of these women thought anything of their man’s complete and utter disregard for anything resembling integrity and fidelity. The only difference between them and this show’s character is that Bill has a job. As my husband would say, “Whoop-dee-freakin’-do.”

That’s not even counting the fact that this is really demeaning to women. Three women, all with children, sharing their husband with each other? No, thanks. My husband is mine, and I’ll be damned if I’d share him with any other woman.

We have shows with just about every aberration from a loving, healthy, mom-and-dad family situation possible. Where are the role models? Not in “Big Love,” that’s for sure.

A Black Man Speaks On The Pimpin’ Oscars

Some men out there don’t believe that I have any right to hold an opinion on the movie “Hustle and Flow”, its song “It’s Hard Out There for a Pimp”, and it’s reflection on black men in general because: a) I’m white, and b) I’m a woman. I guess that makes them: a) racist, and b) chauvinist; since they are so fond of labels. But whatever. Fine. Here’s someone they can’t slap a lable on and dismiss so easily, primarily because: a) he’s black, and b) he’s a man: Darnell.

The filth within Hip Hop has previously taken over music charts and awards. Now it has also made it’s way into getting honors when put into films. This is a terrible sign, that the cancer of “Gangsta Rap” has grown into a malignant tumor and engulfed much of American society. Not to mention this cancer has spread to other parts of the world.

It is the same garbage that people like C. Delores Tucker fought against. When Bill Bennett would go with Mrs. Tucker to speak with music industry executives about the product they were selling to the public, the executives would tell them that it was their “freedom” to sell the trash. The producers of this garbage have taken “freedom” as a rope, that they will hang themselves and others with.

The garbage is written by Blacks, that work with industry executives to sell it to the masses. And the executives at the music labels today that they work with are often Black. The radio program directors that approve it for radio airplay are often Black. And the children most adversely affected by what they learn from the material are often Black. It’s lynching in the 21st century and now Blacks extend the rope for themselves. Yes, there are people of other races involved, but now the people in key positions of approval are often Black.

But regardless of race, the people who market this filth are selling what is proving to be the most profitable -at the expense of society maintaining a hold onto any form of moral compass. And consumers buy more of it than anything that is better. This is proven by the sales of “gangsta rap”. Both producer and consumer have created a growing cycle of death for our society.

More about the movie itself:

The movie “Hustle and Flow” is about a pimp and dope dealer, who partly laundered his money in the music business, in an effort to become a rap star. This story is what many of today’s “gangsta rappers” actually did in order to get their break into the music business. So now they simply talk about what they once did and children use it as an instruction manual, thinking that it might help them become successful as well. And for trash rappers’ efforts, they get awards, money, fame and adoration.

There are other bloggers offering some strong words about this, as they should. Shay at Booker Rising says:

Coonery Wins At The Oscars

My mouth is still ajar in seeing Three 6 Mafia perform “It’s Hard Out Here For A Pimp” at the Oscars last night, and then take home a trophy for best original song. Folks know that the song is from “Hustle & Flow”, which is about a Memphis pimp and drug dealer (played by Terrence Howard) who aspires to be a rapper. I usually root for the black folks in any endeavor, but this was one of the rare times that I was actually rooting for black folks not to win.
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My initial reaction was disgust. Disgust that out of all of the original songs done by black folks last year for movies, this was the song that (1) got nominated for an Oscar; and (2) won an Oscar. My cousin said she was stunned and embarrassed…I had to call my best friend to discuss this “did you see that mess?” moment, and she couldn’t believe it either. When my best friend — who is a proud black leftist — and I agree, you know it’s foul.
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Yes, Terrence Howard was convincing as a pimp in the movie. Yes, Three 6 Mafia’s song accurately describes pimpdom. My issue is the glorification of pimpdom. That’s coonery. So Mr. Howard’s character goes from being a pimp to rapping about pimpin’ (after going to jail for beating down a rap star). No real transformation there, but coonery. And Three 6 Mafia’s song and performance last night was coonery. This is what we want black children around the world - and the Oscars is seen around the world - to see reflective of ourselves? Black folks win when we debase ourselves? No wonder I see so many black youth shamefully going around talkin’ “yeah, I pimped it” or “I’m a pimp”.

At least Sidney Poitier, Denzel Washington, Will Smith, and other black movie stars successfully urged Mr. Howard to not perform the song during the Oscars. According to Eva Longoria (a Hispanic actress who is a good friend of Mr. Howard), Mr. Howard was going to accept the request, but Mr. Poitier said, “Do not get up there and represent the African American community singing about a pimp”. The intervention crew was concerned about the harm to the careers of black actors. I see that Taraji Henson (the actress who sings the hook in the movie) debased herself and joined last night’s performance.

Darnell, again:

She also found another great commentary by a blogger named XYBORG7 at THE AFRISTOCRAT. Be sure to watch the entire video on his blog. He is absolutely right. The cancerous trash in Hip Hop must be removed or the world (not just Black people) would be better off ostracizing it completely. Blacks fully realize how symbols like the Confederate Battle Flag have been turned from a symbol of good (St. Andrews Cross) to a symbol of pure evil (slavery and racism). Hip Hop has fast done the same. With something that once was a good art form, having become a perverted form of expression, dominated by and based on the promotion of sin, evil and death.

Well spoken.

Catching Up

Okay. I’ve been preoccupied the last few days. Trust me when I say I would have rather been blogging than what I was doing. But I’m back, so I’ll take a moment to catch you up on the things you may have missed. Even if you’ve already seen them, they’re still good. Besides, we all know that Heidi and I ranting is amusing. ;) Let’s get started!

Cindy Sheehan got her ass spanked like a lying stepchild the other day by Gold Star Mother Deborah Johns, who has got to be one of the classiest ladies I’ve seen in some time. Cindy was giving one of her patented “Bush is the eeeevul terrorist and he eats babies for breakfast just like the Joos” speeches, and she was just stupid enough to take questions at the end. Ms. Johns, who spits more intestinal fortitude than Sheehag will ever be able to get her disgusting mouth to fake, took her to task quite nicely. That wasn’t the classy part, however. Johns said her piece while in ‘enemy territory,’ at a pro-Cindy rally, while others applauded Sheehag’s lame efforts to insult Johns and told the Gold Star Mother to sit down. She said what she needed to say, she stayed on her points, and she made them well. She had her facts, and she refused to back down. Contrast this with Sheewhore, who babbled things like, “I have not! And you let me TALK!” Personally, I think she’s gone way past the limit God intended for clueless morons in social situations, but that’s me. What a stupid, ignorant, worthless piece of trash she is. Moving on…

Mayor Ray “Chocolate Town” Nagin decided to show up to Mardi Gras dressed as a General in the U.S. Army. I’m just going to sit there and let all the nuances sink in.
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Yeah, that’s what we thought too. Blackfive says “bad taste.”. Of course, Blackfive is a bit more restrained and family-friendly than we are, so we’ll go ahead and say how we really feel. Nagin is such a complete and utter waste of space that every time he opens his mouth, he dishonors his race, his city, and his country. Showing up to Mardi Gras dressed like a soldier - regardless of the reasoning - was just him donning a uniform that he could never be fit to wear. Our troops are far better than Nagin could ever hope to possibly be, and his little stunt was more than just bad taste. It was a completely offensive thing to do, considering the story. (Of course, had he shown up dressed like a suicide bomber or some turbanized Mooslim, it might have been different.) GO see the pics, and tell me he doesn’t look like a freaking idiot. Love the blue shirt, you twit.

So…did you know it was International High Five a Muslim Day on Tuesday? I had no idea, and I’m sorry I missed it.

Also, bloggers who just can’t wait for their very own fatwa have taken matters into their hands. Jeff from Think Sink has decided to go ahead and issue a fatwa on himself. Sean from Shoot a Liberal says, “We must punish this Jeff H. as he is an infidel and a menace to society. Besides, it means we get to burn stuff.” We’re in, Jeff. Death to you. We shall now burn things unrelated to you so you know we think you’re an infidel. Add us to your list. (By the way, folks, Jeff’s Think Sink blog is actually awesome, and you should read it daily.)

Speaking of burning things, I’m guessing the pro-babymurdering lobby is about ready to start. Two states have passed bills nearly banning all abortions, and both governors are inclined to sign them into law, directly challenging the bogus ruling of Roe v. Wade. The bills don’t even have provisions for the rape/incest situations that pro-abortion freaks claim are the reason abortion needs to stay legal. Ballsy, in-your-face, right move. We give it a 10. Congrats, South Dakota and Mississippi.

Next (and definitely least) is the ongoing, neverending, far-past-disturbing-and-now -just amusing saga of Don C. Hall, the craziest and most-morphine-addicted troll to ever get his ass kicked on a blog. He’s been quiet, but we all know that means he’s simply sorting through his many personalities to find the one that will lead the next charge. He’s recently sent emails to the Branson Chamber of Commerce trying to get them to pull their support of Operation Homecoming (which would screw his fellow Vietnam veterans ou of a homecoming party they RICHLY deserve), and he’s been posting comments at Cao’s Blog again. They’re amusing, but we’re checking to see if we can publish the email. More on that to come, but I’m guessing that Don and his wife Annette won’t be contributing to our trip to DC.

We’re still working toward our goal of attending the 2006 Milblog Conference, where we’ve been asked to serve as Official Conference Bloggers, bringing you live coverage of what should be an awesome event. Readers have really stepped up to help us get there, and we appreciate it immensely. We’re almost there, so if you had planned to send in a few bucks, now’s a great time to do it. The donation button is at the top of the left sidebar, and every dollar helps. I will be sending everyone who donated a present, as well. If you’ll be in the Washington, DC area the weekend of April 21st, let us know! We’d love to meet you.