Better Late Than Never

Here is another winning headline.

Kennedy should resign

A pity it was not written 40 years ago when it might have made a difference.

Some Democrats say that Kennedy should resign “as a matter of integrity.” Integrity?

Apparently the Democrats are “keenly feeling the absence of Ted Kennedy.” Well boys, you had best get used to it.

Kennedy is 77 and has brain cancer. He will soon see his Maker and Mary Joe. What a conversation that will be.

The Headline Of The Year

Disturbing in so many ways.


It was a painting of the Virgin Mary. The man stole it from a cathedral. The girl was 14. The man was 39. She was pregnant because he had repeatedly raped her.

Anything left out save for murder? Oh…it would have been murder had the abortion taken place. But it did not.

When Vallerillo-Sanchez took her to a doctor, it was determined an abortion would have been dangerous due to the stage of development of the baby.

Vallerillo-Sanchez was trying to get what is termed a “partial birth abortion” for the teenager in Mexico, a procedure favored and supported by Obama and his party. Vallerillo-Sanchez should have stayed in the US, where it is entirely legal.

And so this tale has a happy ending, sort of.

What a world.

Update: Another winning headline.

Reality TV actor found dead in motel

A reality show contestant wanted for murder in the gruesome death and mutilation of his ex-wife was found dead of an apparent suicide after hanging himself in a secluded motel, authorities said.

The “actor” no doubt had spent too much time watching CSI.

Fiore’s teeth had been pulled out and her fingers cut off, apparently to impede her identification. Investigators used the serial numbers on her breast implants to identify her, prosecutors said.

Breast implants have serial numbers, like guns? Perhaps they can be just as dangerous, though my own experience with them argues the contrary.

Which was the show and which was the reality? Perhaps even he forgot.

What a world, part two.

The Big Mouths Of Our Public Apes

What is it with Hollywood types? Though they earn bucketfuls of money, live lives full of indulging their senses at every opportunity and are among the prettiest folks on the planet, that is not enough. What they really want is to be taken seriously whenever they open their perfectly toothed mouths. They want the world to clap and applaud their opinions as wildly as it claps and applauds their movie roles.

I regret to inform these Beautiful People that such an event will never occur. One can put money on the fact that when a Hollywood type gives some interview about anything under the sun save his own profession, that he will show the world why the words ignorant, imbecile and fool were coined.

The reason is that actors and actresses spend their entire lives pretending to be someone else. It thus becomes impossibly difficult for most of them to truly be a real person. When they do make the attempt to actually live a real life off-camera and beyond the stage, they stumble about in confusion. We see the results of this all through their lives—divorce, adulteries, sexual perversion, genital adventurism, drug abuse, alcoholism and infantilism.

They are living proof that money and fame and talent do not translate into reason, coherence and wisdom—to say nothing of shame and discernment. They are only completely reliable in their ability to play the public ape.

Well we recall the late Heath Ledger of recent Joker fame. He was a perfect example of your Hollywood type, full of talent yet empty of head. After making his pro-sodomy flick Brokeback Mountain he inflicted upon the public these Deep Thoughts.

Personally, I don’t think the movie is [controversial] but I think maybe the Mormons in Utah do. I think it’s hilarious and very immature of a society,” Ledger said in The Herald Sun. “I heard a while ago that West Virginia was going to ban it but that’s a state that was lynching people only 25 years ago so that’s to be expected.”

Hollywood types really enjoy lecturing normal folks about morality, though they themselves indulge in wild abandon, moral nihilism and debauchery. Such a lifestyle killed off Ledger, which had the redeeming effect of ending his silly tirades.

The latest Hollywood imbecile to lecture the rest of us is Daniel Radcliffe, star of Harry Potter. Amazingly, the callow lad is even less coherent than Ledger. He offers his views on that favorite subject of the rich and famous, sodomy.

20-year-old Harry Potter star Daniel Radcliffe has, in an interview with a homosexual magazine, expressed anger and intolerance for parents who oppose education about homosexual sex in the classroom.

He shares with Ledger the same view of anal sex between men, though Radcliffe is a bit cruder on that refined and delicate subject.

Then there’s all this stuff at the moment, which is hateful, about people being up in arms about the idea of gay sex education in schools. Hello!?! Actually for the one or two gay kids in the class, it’s f***ing vital! It really makes me angry…I just loathe homophobia. It’s just disgusting and animal and stupid and it’s just thick people who can’t get their heads around it and are just scared…I’m not just saying that because I’m being interviewed for Attitude. I’d be using a lot stronger language if this wasn’t on tape.

Well, that’s good to know!

To measure the quality of Radcliffe’s ability to reason coherently, I present you with this.

Radcliffe has stated that he is an atheist, as well as that he is “very proud of being Jewish.”

Just for the record, here is an account of that activity praised by Radcliffe. It was by written by a guy named Moses, who was no doubt also “very proud of being Jewish.”

You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination…If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall be put to death, their blood is upon them.— Lev. 18:22, 20:13

Now that I think of it, here is another account that includes that same habit, also written by a Jewish guy.

Do you not know that the wicked will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor homosexual offenders nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.—1 Cor. 6:9–10

In that one paragraph the entire lifestyle of our Hollywood Jet Set is condemned and tossed upon the fire.

So whom to believe? Those old Jewish guys or the esteemed, talented and wealthy Mr. Radcliffe?

Decisions, decisions.

Anyway, Radcliffe might have had a wee bit of a hint that his views were not taken seriously by the real world, so he did what Ledger did: He performed nude in front of the camera. That’ll show ‘em! Radcliffe chose the horse-porn stage play Equus to demonstrate his moral worth, his intellectual seriousness and his marvelous abs.

Enough already. Writing about public jackasses is tiring.

A pity there is no way to get these moral imbeciles to shut up. They will go on and on until they die normally or take the route Heath Ledger took.

The Fate Of The Unarmed

Unannounced and unexpected, the ghastly invades our quiet reality.

On a January day in 2007 Channon and Chris went for a drive to visit friends.


They could not know that it was the last day of their lives.

The next day, the mutilated and burned remains of Chris Newsom were found along a railroad track. Two days later, Channon’s mutilated body was recovered from a trash bin.

If you believed before today that you were well educated in the evil that men do, here is another lesson.

They were taken to a nearby house, brutally gang-raped, mutilated and then murdered. They were subjected to lengthy torture in each other’s presence.

Newsom was raped, his genitals were cut off, and then he was taken to the railroad tracks where he was shot execution-style. The perpetrators soaked his body with an accelerant and burned his body.

Christian was kept alive for a while longer, repeatedly raped, mutilated, had cleaning solution poured down her throat in an attempt to destroy DNA evidence, and then stuffed inside a trash can where she suffocated to death.

Is that enough to qualify as a “hate crime”? If not, then what was missing to make it so?

Here are the beasts. I would hope that the State of Tennessee still uses the electric chair.


Of course the national media ignored this horror. After all, they would never allow anything to challenge their delusion that says that racism exists only in white folk. And now, with a black fellow—actually, a mulatto—in the White House we can safely say that this case will disappear down their memory hole. Soon the only evidence that it ever occurred will be in the cemetery down the road from the homes of the parents of Chris and Channon.

But there is another lesson here outside of the idiocy of our media, and it has nothing to do with race. It is this: Had either Chris or Channon carried a gun, they would both be alive today.

Do not expect any agent of the State to save you, no matter how humane or efficient or dedicated he is. At best he can only arrive in time to place your corpse—or what is left of it—into a body bag. The responsibility for maintaining your life in the face of barbarism is in your hands and only in your hands.

Fathers and mothers, protect your children by teaching them the art of an armed self-defense. If you yourselves are unacquainted with it, learn it and pass it on. Trust not in any government, trust in God and in Smith and Wesson.

Hat tip: The Gunslinger

The Best Thing In The World

School begins tomorrow. One hundred new 8th graders will show up in my classroom. The official title of the class is US History, but the real instruction concerns teaching adolescents how to live. This is difficult, and a teacher must compete with all sorts of noise that diverts the attention of teenagers.

Cell phones for one. Television for another. And of course, the odd desire for teens to congregate at malls and waste their time among baubles, bangles and beads. They tend to gather there in packs and simply roam about. They do not yet understand the concept of opportunity cost. All time spent in frivolity is time that is lost for the better things in life—reading, contemplation and walking alone in God’s creation. Perhaps these will eventually assume a proper place in their lives. But until then the struggle is constant.

I can scarcely remember my own teenage years, lost as they are in the mists of time. I did begin to work when I was 9 years of age, and kept at it all though those years and on into adulthood. I was never unemployed except for my college years, when the GI Bill allowed me to study and read and indulge my senses with little thought about a paycheck. After it was gone I took all sorts of jobs, until on a whim I accepted a teaching post in Costa Rica. I was 36. I had at last found the reason I was put upon this earth.

Tomorrow begins the 18th year of this vocation. I would not consider doing anything else. Besides bartending and playing the Blues guitar, teaching is the only thing I am really good at. Oddly, tending bar and teaching have much in common. Teaching is better, though being good at it requires a great deal of patience. I cannot tell you how times when I was asked by someone what my occupation was, and I responded that I taught teenagers, that the person looked at me with a strange fascination, as if I were a little mad. I am of course—and perhaps more than a little. Perhaps all teachers are.

Last year I was at our assembly that always closes our day at school. In the auditorium were 300 kids, all rustling about, talking and generally behaving as kids do when they are surrounded by their peers. I asked another teacher what it would be like if some person were dragged in from the street and place there with us. Without missing a beat my colleague said, “He would be afraid, and perhaps fearful of his life.” No doubt.

I was once afraid as well. It was my first day of teaching at that little school in Costa Rica. With no teaching experience whatsoever, I suddenly found myself in front of a dozen adolescents. My fear showed, as I had my hands in my pockets and nervously jingled some coins I had in them. But it only lasted a few minutes. I discovered on that day that teaching was going to be a great deal of fun. I have never once looked back.

This new year that starts tomorrow has all the makings of the best of my professional life. But then I always feel this way at the beginning of every new year.

I have been immeasurably blessed, beyond all reason, beyond all comprehension.

Oh How The Godless Babble So!

It always amuses when the Godless gibber about Christianity. They have no idea what they are talking about, though this ignorance does not at all stop them. They naturally consider themselves refined, well-spoken and urbane, but they are in fact little more than apes in trousers. The Carpenter warned the faithful about such men 2000 years ago.

Here is a fine example of the type. His name is Ed Schultz, and he is a media maven and Obama supporter—and pardon the redundancy. With earnest mien and furrowed brow he asks the question, “What would Jesus do about universal health care?” Of course—but of course—Schultz claims that Jesus would be all for it. Observe the fool in action, and try to stomach it for the full 9 minutes.

One could say a great deal about Schultz and his thoughts on Christianity, but such an undertaking would be pointless. Believers would laugh at him. Non-believers would agree with him. So excepting a few things, let us leave it at that for now.

Schultz says that Obama is a Christian. No Christian would ever say such a thing of the man, though the Obama supporters claim this about him all the time. One wonders why they are so intent on making folks believe Obama follows the God of Abraham and Isaac. One wonders why the Godless really must insist that their hero is God-fearing. They must think that Christians are as easily duped as they are about Obama. Sorry to all you Obama boys out there, but we believers long ago took the measure of your little tin god and found him wanting— Mene mene tekel upharsin and all that.

Like all well-schooled and well-fed propagandists, Schultz trots out a couple of poodles to make his case about Christ supporting Obama’s health care package. These poodles he calls Christian pastors, and I have no doubt that they are indeed called that. But being called that and actually being that are quite different things. I have said before that no one who supports Obama can make any logical claim to Christianity. We can safely state that Obama is the most anti-Christian man ever to sit in the White House. Whether Schultz understands this or not is entirely irrelevant.

Schultz is himself a dupe, though he does not comprehend that. He is in fact in the pay of Moloch, and does his bidding. Obama is likewise, though he is a bit farther up the scale of Moloch worship than any mere fool like Schultz. No, Obama is the Real Deal. His worship of Moloch extends to the sacrifice of children and creating a tremendous, ubiquitous and omnipresent State in place of the worship of Christ. His every speech, his every program, his every desire, is to increase the size of his Moloch State and decrease the influence of the followers of Christ.

Men like Obama and his boot-lick Schultz are of course damned unless they repent, though the further along a man is in his sins the less likely he is to repent—or to even recognize the need for it. And to state the obvious of the obvious, Obama is very far along in his sins. He is on his way to Hell, which would be a private matter between him and God, except that as president he can bring millions with him into the abyss.

Perhaps the entire nation. Perhaps the entire world.

Airport Land

I just returned from 12 days in Portland. Traveling to and from meant time spent in a variety of airports. Lots of folks were viewed, scrutinized and wondered about. Some observations…

Americans are fat. Perhaps one out of every ten was reasonably shaped. The remainder had bellies—some of the men looked pregnant—saddlebags, ample padding in the rear and awe inspiring thighs. Muscles were flabby and loose, if they could be seen at all.

Americans eat a lot in airports—which might explain the above. Food courts and their temptations abounded. Many a fellow walked with food in hand, gobbling as he waddled. I could not count the number of greasy hands that were engaged in the placing of food into mouth.

Americans talk on the phone. A lot. Call me odd, but the hearing of a stranger’s conversation annoys. Why would I be interested in his family or vacation or plans? Such conversations used to be private. Some folks had that device that goes in the ear and allows hands to be free while chatting away. When coming upon one of these specimens I always have the first impression that the person is nuts.

I should add here that I am probably the only person in the nation without a cell phone. And I am not going to get one. I scarcely answer the one I have. I cannot imagine taking the damn thing with me 24/7.

American men expose too much of their flesh. Trust me when I say that I have no desire to see your naked legs on public display. Stop wearing shorts, for the love of Heaven. I cannot imagine some strange man wishing to view my naked legs. Of course I do not give them the opportunity to do so.

American ladies expose too much of their flesh. Girls, why would you think that every man has an interest in seeing those parts of your body best observed only by your husband and your physician? Please spare the innocent your naked flesh and cover up.

American men dress as if they were teens. I am at a loss as to why. Men wear shorts, baseball caps and t-shirts. They look like large versions of my 8th grade students. Some grown men were seen wearing capris. Had I had my revolver I would have shot them dead. No jury outside of San Francisco would ever convict me.

Americans take too much carry-on baggage. They stack the things up like Lego bricks and tow them around from plane to plane. They then try to fit the things in the overhead, which always makes for an amusing spectacle. Check your bags at the counter. At least then your hands would be free for eating.

For a snapshot of the way we were, see any movie from the 50s that has a scene in an airport. You will be startled.

We the People were different then. Thinner too.

The One

Les Paul Standard

Requiescat in pace.

Update: The influence of Les Paul upon the guitar is incalculable. The man remained a marvel of the instrument until the day he died.

Some years back there was a club that showcased a variety of guitarists. One night at this club a young man was playing the electric guitar like no one there had ever heard it. His tone, his chops, his fretwork—all were amazing. The audience marveled at the young man’s playing.

In the crowd was an old man listening to the young guitarist. After one particularly brilliant piece of guitar work, the old man approached the young guitarist on the stage. The old man complimented the young man on his playing, and asked to play a short piece himself. The young man seemed annoyed, and so asked the crowd if it wanted to hear some old man play the guitar. The crowd laughed at the old man’s request, but the young man went ahead and handed his guitar to the old man. The crowd ignored the old man, and began to chat, order drinks and light cigarettes as the young man sat down.

Then the old man began to play. His first notes grabbed the attention of every person there. Soon the guitar in his hands became a living thing, full of life and joy and beauty. No one said a word. The club became silent as the old man and the guitar seemed to be one being. Some began to weep at the sounds coming from the old man and his guitar. Even the young guitarist stood there silently, and said to himself, “Oh God, if I could only play like that!”

Finally the old man finished. He handed the guitar back to the young man, told him thanks, and began to leave the stage. Then young man asked, “Wait. Who are you? What’s your name?”

The old man turned and smiled. He said, “My name? It’s on your guitar.”


Art imitates life. Or rather, art imitates Hell.

In Ciudad Juarez, young women are vanishing

Amid the drug war’s bloodshed, the Mexican border city has been shaken by the disappearances of at least two dozen teenage girls and young women. Officials have few leads…The streets of Juarez are swallowing the young and pretty.

Nicely poetic, “swallowing the young and pretty.”

Juarez has long had a problem with “the young and pretty” simply vanishing into thin air.

Two dozen teenage girls and young women have gone missing in this violent border city in the last year and half, stirring dark memories of the killings of hundreds of women that made Ciudad Juarez infamous a decade ago.

“Hundreds of women”? Imagine the outrage and outcry if this happened in an American city. Things are different down Mexico way.

Need you guess what is doing all this “swallowing”? You know the answer already—the drug trade. Women are being taken from the streets of Juarez and forced into international prostitution and drugs. None has yet been seen again.

The disappearances, which include two university students and girls as young as 13, have some crime-novel touches: mysterious dropped calls, messages left by third parties and unsubstantiated reports of the women being kept at a house.

There is no clear evidence of wrongdoing or links among the cases, which have been overshadowed by a vicious drug war that has killed more than 2,500 people in Juarez since the beginning of 2008.

In little more than a year a city that borders our nation has had 2500 murders caused by the drug war. That level of killing rivals the killings in Bagdhad and Chicago.

These girls are just more casualties in this drug war. Mexican girls will continue to be taken into oblivion as long as Americans continue to demand drugs. It is really no more complicated than that.

A drug user is not just a fool. He is an accessory to murder—and should be treated as such.

Ageless Draculas

Waste not, want not.

Women from around the world are traveling to clinics in various locations that are now offering face lifts and cosmetic surgery using tissue from babies who have been killed by abortions.

To produce the treatments, clinics are using tissue from babies killed in abortions from 6 to 12 weeks into pregnancy and stem cells obtained from destroying human embryos to inject into a client’s face. The fetal cells then begin a supposed rejuvenation process that makes the skin look younger.

To obtain the cells, women in underdeveloped nations are paid up to $200 dollars to carry a baby up to the optimum eight to 12 week period when the fetuses are “harvested” for their stem cells which are then sold to exclusive cosmetic clinics.

Do you not love that simply Orwellian term, “harvested”?

And naturally, we expect our lovely president and his new Supreme Court chick to speak out for all those poor women—girls, more likely—who are paid 200 bucks to murder their children. After all, those girls are probably black like Obama or brown like Sotomayor. Those fine Washington types would never, ever countenance the abuse of any black and brown women or the killing of their children, would they?

Think of the literary and cinematic possibilities! Moneyed but wrinkled crones who inhabit what was once indeed the Civilized World venture forth into the nether regions of the globe searching for dark-skinned children to murder. Their corpses are then ground to paste and used to refurbish the skin of the rich, the white and the ghastly.

I hate to spoil the abortion party for all those ghouls who yelp for joy at such a worthy result of the procedure, but the proper word for such a thing as “harvesting” dead children and injecting their tissue into live women is—vampirism.

Elizabeth Báthory would heartily approve.

Update: Here is some news you can use! Maybe “harvesting” is not so bad, since those things being “harvested” are nothing but tumors.

Dr. Warren Hern, one of the last abortionists willing to perform very late-term abortions in the United States, has written published works describing man as a “malignant eco-tumor” destroying the earth.

I always thought and Christ always teaches that once Harry meets Sally and sperm meets egg, a human being is brought into being. In this way God Himself involves us in His creation. Boy was I wrong! Christ too I guess! What is created is an

expanding, invasive, colonizing urban form with highly irregular borders [that] resembles a malignant lesion…Malignant neoplasms have at least four major characteristics: rapid, uncontrolled growth; invasion and destruction of adjacent normal tissues (ecosystems); metastasis (distant colonization); and de-differentiation.

Yuck! I had no idea man was so obnoxious!

Best to sign off on Obama’s health care program and rid the earth of such vermin.

Update: Nancy Pelosi (D-Transylvania) isn’t looking too well these days. Would somebody please hurry up and slaughter a few more children so that she can inject their tissue into her own body?

Either that, or the good and true people on America will have to gaze upon this visage for a long time.

Health Overhaul Pelosi

The Democrat Party is not just the Party of Death, but of the undead as well.

And pass the botox. Lots and lots of it.

Come to think of it, Pelosi has the face she deserves. So does Sarah.