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Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Condi The Crybaby
is. Is pissed off and pouting over the racial makeup
of diplomats. Shut up and thank affirmative action
that you are a where you are Condi. For without it
you wouldn't even be qualified to be a secretary
of state.
"I want to see a Foreign Service that looks as if black Americans
are part of this great country," Rice told a gathering of black
colleges and universities in Washington.
"And, as a matter of fact, I can go into a whole day of meetings at
the Department of State and actually rarely see somebody who looks
like me, and that's just not acceptable," she added. ( Isn't that a
racist thought crime under Politically Correct thought
codes ? If she was White it surely would qualify as such.)
Here Is A Story That Reflects A Utopian World For Cultural Marxists, And A Dystopia For The Rest
Marxist Political Correctness- fightinghard to make a story like the one below
a reality one day !
Harrison Bergeron
I'd like you to read this famous story and think
about whether Nietzsche wasn't on to something
when he criticized the naive idea of human equality.
THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren’t
only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which
way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better
looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than
anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and
213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing
vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.
Some things about living still weren’t quite right, though. April, for
instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it
was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and
Hazel Bergeron’s fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away.
It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn’t think about
it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which
meant she couldn’t think about anything except in short
bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above
normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was
required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government
transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would
send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from
taking unfair advantage of their brains.
George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on
Hazel’s cheeks, but she’d forgotten for the moment what they
were about.On the television screen were ballerinas.
A buzzer sounded in George’s head. His thoughts fled in panic, like
bandits from a burglar alarm.
“That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did,” said Hazel.
“Huh?” said George.
“That dance – it was nice,” said Hazel.
“Yup,” said George. He tried to think a little about the
ballerinas. They weren’t really very good – no better than
anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened
with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were
masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or
a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in. George
was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn’t
be handicapped. But he didn’t get very far with it before another
noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts.
George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas.
Hazel saw him wince. Having no mental handicap herself she had
to ask George what the latest sound had been.
“Sounded like somebody hitting a milk bottle with a ball peen
hammer,” said George.
“I’d think it would be real interesting, hearing all the different
sounds,” said Hazel, a little envious. “All the things they think up.”
“Um,” said George.
“Only, if I was Handicapper General, you know what I would do?”
said Hazel. Hazel, as a matter of fact, bore a strong resemblance
to the Handicapper General, a woman named Diana Moon
Glampers. “If I was Diana Moon Glampers,” said Hazel, “I’d have
chimes on Sunday – just chimes. Kind of in honor of religion.”
“I could think, if it was just chimes,” said George.
“Well – maybe make ‘em real loud,” said Hazel. “I think I’d make
a good Handicapper General.”
“Good as anybody else,” said George.
“Who knows better’n I do what normal is?” said Hazel.
“Right,” said George. He began to think glimmeringly about his
abnormal son who was now in jail, about Harrison, but a twenty-
one-gun salute in his head stopped that.
“Boy!” said Hazel, “that was a doozy, wasn’t it?”
It was such a doozy that George was white and trembling and
tears stood on the rims of his red eyes. Two of the eight ballerinas
had collapsed to the studio floor, were holding their temples.
“All of a sudden you look so tired,” said Hazel. “Why don’t you stretch
out on the sofa, so’s you can rest your handicap bag on the pillows,
honeybunch.” She was referring to the forty-seven pounds of
birdshot in canvas bag, which was padlocked around George’s
neck. “Go on and rest the bag for a little while,” she said. “I don’t
care if you’re not equal to me for a while.”
George weighed the bag with his hands. “I don’t mind it,” he
said. “I don’t notice it any more. It’s just a part of me.
“You been so tired lately – kind of wore out,” said Hazel. “If there was
just some way we could make a little hole in the bottom of the bag,
and just take out a few of them lead balls. Just a few.”
“Two years in prison and two thousand dollars fine for every ball I
took out,” said George. “I don’t call that a bargain.”
“If you could just take a few out when you came home from work,”
said Hazel. “I mean – you don’t compete with anybody around
here. You just set around.”
“If I tried to get away with it,” said George, “then other people’d get
away with it and pretty soon we’d be right back to the dark ages
again, with everybody competing against everybody else. You
wouldn’t like that, would you?”
“I’d hate it,” said Hazel.
“There you are,” said George. “The minute people start cheating
on laws, what do you think happens to society?”
If Hazel hadn’t been able to come up with an answer to this
question, George couldn’t have supplied one. A siren was going
off in his head.
“Reckon it’d fall all apart,” said Hazel.
“What would?” said George blankly.
“Society,” said Hazel uncertainly. “Wasn’t that what you just said?”
“Who knows?” said George.
The television program was suddenly interrupted for a news
bulletin. It wasn’t clear at first as to what the bulletin was about,
since the announcer, like all announcers, had a serious speech
impediment. For about half a minute, and in a state of high
excitement, the announcer tried to say, “Ladies and gentlemen – ”
He finally gave up, handed the bulletin to a ballerina to read.
“That’s all right –” Hazel said of the announcer, “he tried. That’s
the big thing. He tried to do the best he could with what God gave
him. He should get a nice raise for trying so hard.”
“Ladies and gentlemen” said the ballerina, reading the bulletin. She
must have been extraordinarily beautiful, because the mask she
wore was hideous. And it was easy to see that she was the strongest
and most graceful of all the dancers, for her handicap bags were
as big as those worn by two-hundred-pound men.
And she had to apologize at once for her voice, which was a very
unfair voice for a woman to use. Her voice was a warm, luminous,
timeless melody. “Excuse me – ” she said, and she began again,
making her voice absolutely uncompetitive.
“Harrison Bergeron, age fourteen,” she said in a grackle squawk,
“has just escaped from jail, where he was held on suspicion of
plotting to overthrow the government. He is a genius and an
athlete, is under–handicapped, and should be regarded as
extremely dangerous.”
A police photograph of Harrison Bergeron was flashed on the
screen – upside down, then sideways, upside down again, then
right side up. The picture showed the full length of Harrison
against a background calibrated in feet and inches. He was
exactly seven feet tall.
The rest of Harrison’s appearance was Halloween and
hardware. Nobody had ever worn heavier handicaps. He had
outgrown hindrances faster than the H–G men could think them
up. Instead of a little ear radio for a mental handicap, he wore a
tremendous pair of earphones, and spectacles with thick wavy
lenses. The spectacles were intended to make him not only
half blind, but to give him whanging headaches besides.
Scrap metal was hung all over him. Ordinarily, there was a
certain symmetry, a military neatness to the handicaps issued
to strong people, but Harrison looked like a walking junkyard. In
the race of life, Harrison carried three hundred pounds.
And to offset his good looks, the H–G men required that he wear
at all times a red rubber ball for a nose, keep his eyebrows
shaved off, and cover his even white teeth with black caps at
snaggle–tooth random.
“If you see this boy,” said the ballerina, “do not – I repeat, do
not – try to reason with him.”
There was the shriek of a door being torn from its hinges.
Screams and barking cries of consternation came from the television
set. The photograph of Harrison Bergeron on the screen jumped
again and again, as though dancing to the tune of an earthquake.
George Bergeron correctly identified the earthquake, and well he
might have – for many was the time his own home had danced to
the same crashing tune. “My God –” said George, “that must
be Harrison!”
The realization was blasted from his mind instantly by the sound
of an automobile collision in his head.
When George could open his eyes again, the photograph of Harrison
was gone. A living, breathing Harrison filled the screen.
Clanking, clownish, and huge, Harrison stood in the center of the
studio. The knob of the uprooted studio door was still in his
hand. Ballerinas, technicians, musicians, and announcers cowered
on their knees before him, expecting to die.
“I am the Emperor!” cried Harrison. “Do you hear? I am the
Emperor! Everybody must do what I say at once!” He stamped
his foot and the studio shook.
“Even as I stand here –” he bellowed, “crippled, hobbled, sickened –
I am a greater ruler than any man who ever lived! Now watch
me become what I can become!”
Harrison tore the straps of his handicap harness like wet tissue
paper, tore straps guaranteed to support five thousand pounds.
Harrison’s scrap–iron handicaps crashed to the floor.
Harrison thrust his thumbs under the bar of the padlock that
secured his head harness. The bar snapped like celery. Harrison
smashed his headphones and spectacles against the wall.
He flung away his rubber–ball nose, revealed a man that would
have awed Thor, the god of thunder.
“I shall now select my Empress!” he said, looking down on the
cowering people. “Let the first woman who dares rise to her feet
claim her mate and her throne!”
A moment passed, and then a ballerina arose, swaying like a willow.
Harrison plucked the mental handicap from her ear, snapped off
her physical handicaps with marvelous delicacy. Last of all, he
removed her mask.
She was blindingly beautiful.
“Now” said Harrison, taking her hand, “shall we show the people
the meaning of the word dance? Music!” he commanded.
The musicians scrambled back into their chairs, and Harrison
stripped them of their handicaps, too. “Play your best,” he told
them, “and I’ll make you barons and dukes and earls.”
The music began. It was normal at first – cheap, silly, false. But
Harrison snatched two musicians from their chairs, waved them
like batons as he sang the music as he wanted it played. He
slammed them back into their chairs.
The music began again and was much improved.
Harrison and his Empress merely listened to the music
for a while – listened gravely, as though synchronizing their
heartbeats with it.
They shifted their weights to their toes.
Harrison placed his big hands on the girl’s tiny waist, letting her
sense the weightlessness that would soon be hers.
And then, in an explosion of joy and grace, into the air they sprang!
Not only were the laws of the land abandoned, but the law of
gravity and the laws of motion as well.
They reeled, whirled, swiveled, flounced, capered, gamboled,
and spun.
They leaped like deer on the moon.
The studio ceiling was thirty feet high, but each leap brought
the dancers nearer to it. It became their obvious intention to
kiss the ceiling.
They kissed it.
And then, neutralizing gravity with love and pure will, they
remained suspended in air inches below the ceiling, and they
kissed each other for a long, long time.
It was then that Diana Moon Glampers, the Handicapper General,
came into the studio with a double-barreled ten-gauge
shotgun. She fired twice, and the Emperor and the Empress were
dead before they hit the floor.
Diana Moon Glampers loaded the gun again. She aimed it at the
musicians and told them they had ten seconds to get their
handicaps back on.
It was then that the Bergerons’ television tube burned out.
Hazel turned to comment about the blackout to George.
But George had gone out into the kitchen for a can of beer.
George came back in with the beer, paused while a handicap
signal shook him up. And then he sat down again. “You been
crying?” he said to Hazel.
“Yup,” she said,
“What about?” he said.
“I forget,” she said. “Something real sad on television.”
“What was it?” he said.
“It’s all kind of mixed up in my mind,” said Hazel.
“Forget sad things,” said George.
“I always do,” said Hazel.
“That’s my girl,” said George. He winced. There was the sound
of a riveting gun in his head.
“Gee – I could tell that one was a doozy,” said Hazel.
“You can say that again,” said George.
“Gee –” said Hazel, “I could tell that one was a doozy.”
http://instruct.westvalley.edu/lafave/hb.html
U.K. Marxists Idea Of "Equality"
Anti-White Mania:
Lifeguarding Course —
Non-Whites Pay 40p,
Whites pay £1
A leisure centre in Grays, Essex, has been forced to withdraw a blatantly
anti-white promotion after it was revealed that whites were being
charged 60 percent more to go on its lifeguarding course than non-whites.
Mike Baden, chief executive of Impulse Leisure — which runs the leisure
centre — admitted his firm was offering 60 percent off the course fee
to people from ethnic minorities backgrounds because it is “committed
to equal opportunities.”
A Thurrock mum, who asked to remain anonymous, spotted the advert
for the National Pool Lifeguard Qualification course, on a noticeboard
at Blackshots Leisure Centre, in Blackshots Lane, Grays.
She had planned to send her daughter, who is white, on the course,
but changed her mind because she could not understand why she
should pay more than someone from another ethnic group.
The leisure centre has now taken down the notice, as the course,
which started in July, has finished.
Baden said: “Impulse Leisure is committed to equal
opportunities. However, people from black and minority
ethnic backgrounds continue to be underrepresented in our
organisation. We have identified we have a lack of employment
applications from black and minority ethnic groups, possibly
because we have basic entry level requirements for job
roles, such as the National Pool Lifeguard Qualification. As a way
of potentially boosting applications from black and minority ethnic
groups, we have a policy of providing discounted rates to encourage
the attainment of this qualification within these groups.”
Why don’t you call or email Impulse Leisure and tell them what you
think of their anti-White policies?
Impulse Leisure, Blackshots: (Head Office) (01375) 375533;
0800 988 7922; (01375) 401234;
Email impulse.marketing@impulseleisure.co.uk
The Deadly Legacy Of Sanctuary Cities
made sanctuary cities for illegals. The
citizens in these cities must be enjoying the
"enrichment" the Bolsheviks have forced
upon them.
Deadly Legacy Of
US Sanctuary CitiesBy Frosty Wooldridge 9-8-8 During the 'War on Terror', four times more Americans died at the hands
of illegal aliens within the United States than U.S. soldiers in Iraq and
Afghanistan over the past seven years. Illegal aliens continue their own
'killing zone' against Americans in every corner of American society.
Three years ago, an illegal alien, after being stopped by police and released
three times, Gomez-Garcia, executed Denver Officer Don Young in Denver,
Colorado. Another illegal alien, Francisco Montero, with 11 prior stops for
drunk driving, killed Dale Englerth in Boulder, Colorado. Yet another illegal
alien killed Officer Brian Jackson in Dallas, Texas last year. Another illegal
killed Officer Nick Erfle in Phoenix, Arizona. Two more illegals ran over
and nearly killed former Colorado University pro-prospect quarterback
John Hessler, sending him into a wheelchair for life with severe brain
damage. Both illegals fled back to Mexico.
Last year, in New Jersey, two illegal aliens executed three black
American college students in the back of their heads as they knelt in a
vacant alley.
Last month, in San Francisco, Edwin Ramos coldly shot Mr. Tony Bologna,
48, and his two sons, Michael, 20, and Mathew 16, while they sat in their
cars in traffic.
What did all those illegal aliens hold in common? Answer: police arrested
every single one of them multiple times. Many sported rap sheets five pages
long with felonies, drunken driving, rapes, burglaries, car theft and
worse. What else did they hold in common? Answer: every single one of
them enjoyed exemption from the law. How did they accomplish freedom
from the law? Answer: every one of them lived and worked in a "Sanctuary
City" within the United States that gave them immunity from arrest and
deportation for their status as illegal aliens.
In other words, our laws do not pertain to them. They could drive drunk,
drive without a license, drive without insurance, work without papers, not
pay taxes and live within the United States totally against our laws. As the
Southwest Airlines ad says, "You're free to move about the country!"
Who stands guilty of all these deaths? For starters, Los Angeles Mayor
Antonio Villaraigosa, San Francisco's Mayor Newsome, Mayor Gordon
of Phoenix, Mayor Richard Daley of Chicago, Mayor Bloomberg in NYC,
and my Mayor John Hickenlooper in Denver, Colorado. Every mayor of
every sanctuary city stands in direct violation of U.S. federal laws and in
direct violation of their oaths of office. Every one of those mayors from
the past and into the future stands responsible for killing thousands of
American citizens.
But last week, the most horrendous of "Sanctuary City" killing crimes
occurred in Denver, Colorado. See story in the Denver Post: "ICE holds
crash driver"
http://www.denverpost.com/news/ci_10401431
An illegal alien from Mexico, with 16 prior arrests, 11 aliases--Francis
Hernandez, 23, drunker than a skunk on a Saturday night, drove his vehicle
into a Baskin-Robbins ice cream parlor-killing Patricia Guntharp, 49, and
Debra Serecky, 51. But more than the two adults who lived two-thirds of
their lives, Hernandez killed a little boy, Marten Kudlis, three years of
age, as he sat on a stool happily licking his ice cream cone.
This story turns your stomach. It sickens your heart. It leaves a sour taste
in your mouth. It grinds at your senses. It bedevils your sense of right
and wrong.
Why do you obey our laws, but our own elected officials refuse their
obligations to serve and enforce our statues? Even Colorado Governor
Ritter gave hundreds of known drug dealers 'agricultural trespass' that
allowed them back onto the streets during his tenure as Denver's district
attorney.
That three year old child Marten never stood a chance against a career
criminal because Mayor John Hickenlooper offers 'sanctuary' for illegal
aliens in Denver. In fact, even more horrific, Hickenlooper owned the
"Cherry Cricket Restaurant" where the killer Gomez-Garcia worked when
he shot Denver Officer Don Young. But it doesn't end there--Hickenlooper
stood by as another young man, husband and father, Justin Goodman died
at the hands of another illegal alien three years ago-by a hit and run illegal
with a five page rap sheet but no deportation. Added to that, Denver
suffers 12,000 gang members, mostly illegal aliens-that Hickenlooper
allows immunity from prosecution via his "Sanctuary Policy".
According to Joseph Farrah, World Net Daily, September 5, 2008, "Though
no federal statistics are kept on murders or any other crimes committed by
illegal aliens, a number of groups have produced estimates based on data
collected from prisons, news reports and independent research.
"Twelve Americans are murdered every day by illegal aliens, according
to statistics released by Rep. Steve King, R-Iowa. If those numbers are
correct, it translates to 4,380 Americans murdered annually by illegal
aliens. That's 21,900 since Sept. 11, 2001.
"The carnage wrought by illegal alien murderers represents only a fraction
of the pool of blood spilled by American citizens as a result of an open
border and un-enforced immigration laws.
"While King reports 12 Americans are murdered daily by illegal aliens, he
says 13 are killed by drunk illegal alien drivers for another annual death
toll of 4,745. That's 23,725 since Sept. 11, 2001.
"While no one in or out of government tracks all U.S. accidents caused by
illegal aliens, the statistical and anecdotal evidence suggests many of last
year's 42,636 road deaths involved illegal aliens.
"A report by the AAA Foundation for Traffic Study found 20 percent of fatal
accidents involve at least one driver who lacks a valid license.
"King also reports eight American children are victims of sexual abuse
by illegal aliens every day a total of 2,920 annually.
"Based on a one-year in-depth study, Deborah Schurman-Kauflin of the
Violent Crimes Institute of Atlanta estimates there are about 240,000
illegal immigrant sex offenders in the United States who have had an
average of four victims each. She analyzed 1,500 cases from January
1999 through April 2006 that included serial rapes, serial murders,
sexual homicides and child molestation committed by illegal immigrants."
All of those illegal alien criminals enjoy "Sanctuary City" protection from
nearly 30 major cities in the United States-all in violation of the U.S.
Constitution. (USC 8, 1374, 274, 275, 276)
What if Mayor Hickenlooper's family members suffered death, rape or
molestation by an illegal? Would he rescind his "Sanctuary Policy" in
Denver? Would Bloomberg in New York City? Would Mayor Gordon
in Phoenix?
A profound depression hovers over me as I write this column. What if
Marten Kudlis had been my son, my only son, as he was the Kudlis' only
child? I find my sense of reason, logic and rational action defeated by
these men in office, not only as mayors of cities, but all the way to the
U.S. House, Senate and President Bush himself. As we suffer invasion
by upwards of 20 million illegal aliens overrunning our communities,
those men in high office do nothing to stop it.
They not only refuse to uphold their oaths of office, they, instead--aid,
abet and assist illegal aliens to kill American citizens and wreak havoc
on our communities and lives. It's beyond comprehension and it's
beyond sickening. Both presidential candidates failed to breathe a
word about it in the RNC and DNC.
We can only wonder if the next victim of an illegal alien kills a daughter
or son of a governor, mayor, senator, House rep or one of President
Bush's family-would they take action for the rest of us who suffer
losses daily?
Ask John Hickenlooper why he continues sanctuary city policy after
all those deaths on his hands?
Mayor John Hickenlooper, Denver, CO: Call him: 720-913-1311 or email
MileHighMayor@ci.denver.co.us
Colorado Governor Ritter: Call him: Ph. 303 866 2471
Why won't he enforce our immigration laws?
Monday, September 8, 2008
Obama Admits His Muslim Faith, Youtube Video Conveniently Is No Longer Available
Islamic extremists areObama: Terror groups have
'legitimate claims'
Asserts U.S. needs foreign policy that 'looks
at the root causes of problems'
JERUSALEM – The Hamas and Hezbollah terrorist organizations
have "legitimate claims" that are being "weakened" by the violence
the terror groups carry out, Sen. Barack Obama recently stated in
largely unnoticed remarks in the New York Times.
Speaking in May with columnist David Brooks, Obama said the
U.S. needs a foreign policy that "looks at the root causes of
problems and dangers."
Obama slips on TV: 'My
Muslim faith'
Presidential candidate drops line in
interview discussing his belief
was talking about what he described as "smears" that were claiming
he was a Muslim when he maintains he is a practicing Christian.
"Let's not play games," Obama stated. "What I was suggesting –
you're absolutely right that John McCain has not talked about my
Muslim faith. And you're absolutely right that that has not come."
Stephanopoulos immediately interrupted Obama, stating,
"Christian faith."
"My Christian faith," Obama quickly said.
Bolshevik Crackpot "Professor" And "Racism" In The 21st Century
Bolshevik "Professor" Ronald Hall* Where do the Marxists in academia find
these people ? If such loonies did
not exist, you'd have to manufacture
them.
Anti-Western tirade begin -
EAST LANSING, Mich. — Contrary to the belief of many Americans,
racism remains one of the nation’s most pressing social problems – albeit
in a different form, according to a new book co-written and edited
by a Michigan State University scholar.
Skin color has come to replace race as an important cause of
discrimination, Ronald Hall, associate professor of social work,
says in “Racism in the 21st Century.” The book, published by
Springer, will be available Friday.
He said discrimination based on skin color – which some
call “colorism” – is a centuries-old product of Western
colonialism. But it has long remained a taboo subject, he said, even
as the civil rights movement of the 1950s and ’60s dominated the public
discourse and ultimately led to significant gains.
“The civil rights movement was successful because we knew
who the enemy was,” Hall said. “This is very covert. I think it’s a huge
problem because it’s so insidious and so subtle. It’s kind of like
that music in a doctor’s office: It’s there but no one really notices it.”
And now enter the Marxists weird fetish
and obsession with interracial couplings -
interracial marriage, we won’t be able to make racial differentiations,” he
said. “You’re going to have people, for example, with Asian facial
features, African hair texture and Caucasian skin tones – and that’s
unprecedented. But the way we’ll continue to assess one another,
unfortunately, is going to be based on the manifestations of skin color.”
E-mail this clown- hallr@msu.edu
http://news.msu.edu/story/5647/