Jezuz, update your references, people…
Joe Scarborough has offered a scathing simile for the new-’n-improved Obamacare website. On today’s Morning Joe, he likened the site to the set of a Hollywood Western — pushing back the facade reveals that there’s nothing behind it”
As John Podhoretz clarifies bracingly:
…the back end IS the website…
We give political speeches altogether too much attention, but at least this one was entertaining:
I have it on good authority that some women find Boris Johnson irresistibly attractive.
Now, the Brits are a comparatively homely race of people, but I’ll admit to finding some Englishmen pretty damn sexy, even a few categorically ugly ones (a lingering side effect of my punk-rock girlhood). God in His mercy gave Englishmen those accents to distract the female of the species from their teeth; it’s proven to be one of His more successful brainwaves.
But Boris Johnson looks like a melting snowman that got raped by an albino sea anemone. Sure, he’s successful and reasonably witty. Normally, like most (sane) females, I value such attributes more highly than good looks. That said, I still can’t get past all those photos of London’s mayor wearing a hideous bicycle helmet (is there any other kind?)…or hanging impotently from a zipline in front of millions of onlookers, or basically almost any photograph with Boris Johnson in it, actually. Sorry.
Daryl, incidentally, nearly got bit by a walker earlier and we were left hanging on that until he reappeared later. Not funny, Walking Dead!
He skillfully mined the language of social justice, racial equality and anti-sexism in an era in which disillusion with the possibility of freedom from institutional oppression ran high. He touted a liberation theology ethos (which he dubbed apostolic socialism) which married the “best” parts of the Christian social gospel with a vision of communalism and egalitarianism that more closely aligned with his inherent atheism. Initially this rhetoric was actualized in an array of social welfare programs (such as free community meals, housing and health care) for church members. It would be perverted through a systematic pattern of paranoia, abuse and persecution fueled by Jones and his inner circle
As many survivors have stated, Peoples Temple was initially an uplifting experience because of its ability to unify members around the common cause of social justice. Its message of racial harmony and cultural diversity resonated with white counterculture folk, aging white radicals, progressive Christians looking for an alternative to the insularity of mainstream traditions like the Black Church and people of color from all walks of life. (…)
In many regards, Jones became the charismatic white Jesus father figure that so many black women are besotted with today.
Jonathon Van Maren contacted me last week and we had a nice chat.
Note: I was a bit distracted because I hadn’t planned on being interviewed and was still working on this in my head. Luckily I wasn’t reduced to quoting song lyrics (I don’t think.)
It’s nice to know that the pro-life movement is in better hands now than it was. He’s only 25, so off the air I told him some hair raising stories about the bad old days outside the Mortgentaler Clinic, where you could get called a “slut” by crusty, grimy old men. Good times!
Enjoy FREE audio highlights from the week in conservative talk radio, including:
- Glenn Beck’s holiday message
- Michael Savage on why church attendance is down
- Rush Limbaugh’s reaction to the Pope’s declaration
So almost everything we were told about the Brixton case has turned out either to be untrue or to have been wildly exaggerated or dramatised. These were not slaves. They were not held captive. They were not denied contact with the outside world. Rather, what we seem to be dealing with is, quite simply, a very, very eccentric household, in which various people came together, did and believed very strange things, developed an obsession with Mao and conspiracy theories about the British ‘fascist state’, and then ended up regretting it all – well, three of women seem to have regretted it. And so they left. Voluntarily. Without a struggle. It sounds like it was all very unpleasant; it seems clear emotional manipulation was involved and possibly physical force too (but let’s allow the courts to decide that). But slavery? Fritzl-style abuse? Hell, horror, unimaginable brutality? There is nothing remotely resembling evidence to show that anything like that occurred.
So why did the media, politicians, feminists and campaigners lap up this half-cooked, shrill, mostly baseless fantasy about slaves stuck in suburban jails in London? Because it spoke to their already existing prejudices; because it seemed to confirm the darker thoughts that lurk in their heads, about wicked men, vulnerable women, and the unspeakable things that happen in ‘ordinary houses on ordinary streets’; because it allowed them to feel, temporarily, like history-making moral crusaders against evil, and to hell with anything so pesky as a fact.
We all actually believe much the same thing.
America (and the West) is “divided” because half of us believe, well, what we believe — and half of us perform elaborate, bizarre social-status-enhancing rituals to pretend we believe something else.
Now: Which side sounds “insane”?
The “right” MUST stop placating the obviously hypocritical crazies on the “left” and just start expressing what we believe in public.
Realize this: The “left” believes much the same thing, deep down.
They are furious and jealous when you dare to be braver than they are by admitting it aloud.
Why do you live your life fearing the hysteria of angry, envious people whose every behavior indicates that they don’t even really disagree with you?
And I agree:
Always tip in cash — otherwise the server may never get it, or if they do, they’ll get it a week later after the credit card is processed.
Gavin McInnes writes:
As you sit there poring over the menu like any of this matters, we are fantasizing about ripping your head off. You don’t go to a drug den and order strawberry heroin, so stop asking questions about some stupid pumpkin ale.
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Everybody knows this story: