After all, they could make us violent. Well, I guess they could make some kids violent. But then again, with our multi-cult society, I would guess some of the kids in Ontario are pre-disposed to violence. Like the kids from Pakistan...

The Parkdale-High Park Conservative riding association is having its annual general meeting tonight. Come out and show your support.

Join us for the Annual General Meeting of the Parkdale-High Park Conservative Riding Association; Tuesday, February 28th, 2006 at the Loyala Arupe Centre, 1709 Bloor Street West, Toronto, ON M6P 4E5 at 8pm in the downstairs hall.

According to my statistics, I get several dozen hits from Arizona every day. So this one is for y'all - don't you feel special?

I wrote about Randy Graf when I was at CPAC (well, technically that post was an excuse to put up a picture of the hot guy on his campaign team, but I digress...). Anyway, I just got an email from Randy's campaign.

We hope you will make plans to attend the Grand Opening of our Tucson Graf Headquarters. The open house will be held this Saturday, March 4, 2006, from 10:00 a.m. until 3:00 p.m.

The new Headquarters is located at 5739 E. Speedway Blvd. This is about two and a half blocks east of Craycroft, on the north side, right next to Blackjack Pizza. Refreshments will be served!

Arizona's 8th Congressional District is getting a lot of attention due to the retirement of Jim Kolbe, and the race to his seat. It might be worthwhile for those in the 8th District to get out on Saturday and meet Graf.

Sir Trevor [Phillips] told ITV1's Jonathan Dimbleby programme: "What some minorities have to accept is that there are certain central things we all agree about, which are about the way we treat each other.

"That we have an attachment to democracy, that we sort things out by voting not by violence and intimidation, that we tolerate things that we don't like."

[snip]

He also rejected the idea of Shariah law in Muslim communities in the UK.

"We have one set of laws. They are decided on by one group of people, members of Parliament, and that's the end of the story.

"Anybody who lives here has to accept that's the way we do it. If you want to have laws decided in another way, you have to live somewhere else," he said.

Give this guy an award or something, wouldja? Just for having the chutzpah to come out and say what we're all thinking.

He was called the Gentle Giant, a majestic creature that did his job with aplomb, had a horse's sense of humour and was always willing to please.

Yet in the line of duty, Brigadier, an 8-year-old prize-winning Belgian cross with the Toronto mounted police unit, was violently struck in what police are calling a deliberate hit-and-run in Scarborough on Friday.

In an emotional and heartbreaking scene, the emergency task force unit was called in to shoot the animal after it suffered two broken legs and lay on the road in excruciating pain.

Police say Brigadier took the brunt of the vehicle's impact and in all likelihood saved his rider's life.

I cried when I watched this on the news last night, because they were showing the men holding Brigadier down as he thrashed and flailed in agony. It makes me wonder if the age of mounted police might be over, given what traffic is in cities like Toronto. Not to mention the high incidence of traffic accidents we have - many hit-and-runs - by our enormous immigrant population who likely never learned the rules of the road while forcing their way through bazaars and around cows.

Even my own husband, a British national, usually hands the keys over to me in heavy traffic or inclement weather, due to the whole "wrong side of the road" thing. In stressful situations, it's better to have someone who went through the training in those cicumstances.

Dirk Sankersingh, 42, is charged with dangerous operation causing bodily harm and failing to remain at the scene of an accident. He made a brief appearance at Old City Hall courthouse yesterday. Dressed in an orange detainee's jumpsuit, the burly, tired-looking man conferred occasionally with his defence lawyer, Al Hart, from the prisoner's box.

At his lawyer's request, the court granted medical treatment for Sankersingh and remanded him in custody until tomorrow. Hart said Sankersingh suffers from a pre-existing bleeding ulcer and also has "an unspecified mental condition."

Is "asshole" a pre-existing medical condition?

Kathleen Parker writes for Townhall.com:

Other justifications for the sale appear to be reasonable — not least that Dubai Ports World is reputedly competent at managing ports — and might be convincing if only someone bearing the title President of the United States would articulate those reasons in a spirit of respect rather than as a dismissive parent managing an impudent child. We're at war, remember? We're fighting terror. We're staying the course and holding fast. You're either with us or against us. Americans got all that and the part about taking down Saddam Hussein in case he had weapons of mass destruction. They also got the part about planting seeds of democracy in hopes of changing hearts and minds that are stalled in the 12th century. Check.

At the same time, Americans have gamely tolerated interminable airport lines as old ladies got frisked and terrorist look-alikes strolled through magnetometers. They're mostly cool, in other words. But they're also watching the news and seeing a world gone mad over a few political cartoons and wondering whether it's such a good idea to increase even administrative traffic between "over there" and here.

These are not the xenophobic ravings of a fevered populace. Rather, they are a few reasonable questions, to which President George W. Bush replied: "I want those who are questioning it to step up and explain why all of a sudden a Middle Eastern company is held to a different standard than a Great British (sic) company."

Not to be a smart aleck or anything, but does "Duh" work for anyone?

Duh, indeed. Though MustControlFistOfDeath has weighed in on the ports deal, I have not. (Although, as an aside, I did receive a fake email asking me my opinion from someone in the Middle East trying to get me to respond for my IP address. Nice try, but I got yours first.)

For the record, I think it's a bad idea. Perhaps if we weren't in the amorphous "War on Terror" that has no clear opponent, it wouldn't be so bad. For now, we are in this war, and the opponent is only defined as the "Islamic Threat". Put it this way, if we were directly involved in that sectarian mess in Northern Ireland, instead of just reading about it on the International pages, then perhaps the United States wouldn't have been so willing to have P&O there, either, because it was just too easy for the gun runners. If another country - one not involved in the WoT - wants to use Dubai Ports World, they are welcome to do so. But right now, at this time in history, it just doesn't make sense for America.

I wrote about Suzette Boler last year. For those of you who don't remember, she is the lady who lost her job after seeing her husband off to training camp for service in Iraq. After missing an extra day of work, which she warned her employer might happen, she was called by the HR department to come in and gather her things. Since then she has been fighting for more rights for military families.

She sent me this little poem by email this morning.

Military Families Are Soldiers Too!!

The American military is much more then just those who go to fight.
It’s also their loved ones at home who pray for them day and night.

They very often go unnoticed and are content for that to be.
They wait in the shadows hoping that their soldiers soon they will see.

The life of a soldier's family is not an easy cross to bear.
Most do it with pride hoping to be treated fair.

I would like to help you understand from that of a soldiers wife.
What military families go thru and what our daily life is like.

We wake up every morning without our loved ones being there.
And know they are far away and hope they are not lonely, hurt or scared.

The unknown is our enemy, not knowing what's in store, and time is it's weapon passing more slowly then before.

We live and breath for news from them; to tell us they are fine. And then go about our day counting the minutes of time.
Keeping busy seems to be your only friend, so your mind doesn't think of the place they are in.


We feel so totally helpless to the circumstances at hand.
We hope that those around us will somehow understand.

We need the support of others to help us make it thru.
The families of our soldiers is an important job to do.

We listen to the daily news always frozen in fear,
And then give a sigh of relief when there is no news to hear.

There were no soldiers killed , there were no MIA'S
There were no injuries from a roadside bomb, which means their all OK.

Another day is over and their bodies are fine,
But do we know that what they've seen will not effect their mind.

We then go to bed at night without our loved ones there.
Again with prayers of protection, placing them in Gods amazing care.

Americas Military is the best there is; your freedom is the proof.
Military families are important to. They also sacrifice for you.
Military families are also fighting a war.
Fighting for the courage and strength that they have never had before.

And then there are those we have to face that choose to make it hard.
They put themselves on pedestals and choose to disregard.

Their unkind words and unkind deeds prove to be their way.
They have no heart for our soldiers or the price their families pay.

So remember when you hug your child and tuck them in at night.
That there are children without their daddy's because they went off to fight.

Remember the many families that have piece's missing from their life.
Their sons and daughters are missing from the table, mommy's not there on Christmas night.

Remember the wives of our soldiers, without their husband to kiss them goodnight;
And the husbands of our soldiers that are terribly missing their wives.

Remember them as you go about your day,
running your business and at work and at play.

They deserve some consideration for what they go thru,
So you can walk around freely, and live the life that you do.

Our soldiers deserve respect for the job that they do, and military families are soldiers too.

They don't dodge bullets, or patrol dangerous streets, They don't guard convoys from military humvees.

But they are the loved ones of those that do.
So help keep the families going for our soldiers to come home to.

Suicide bombers attack Saudi oil facility

London mayor suspended over 'war criminal' remark

And a really sweet story: Autistic Teen's Hoop Dreams Come True

Read George Salus' reasons for Islamophobia.

So I ask a simple question. Does a person who holds citizenship in Europe or the West, who ostensibly agrees with and follows Western law... yet privately upholds Sharia law as the ideal and follows it as closely as possible within the realm of home, community and mosque...does he sound like a real citizen of the West? Does he sound like a compatriot? A neighbour with only slightly different political views? Or does he sound Westophobic, Christianophic, Judeophobic? Does he sound like a traitor?

I shouldn't have read it before going to sleep last night. It made me so angry - I nearly threw the book across the room! And that was only the first chapter.

Tony Blankley's The West's Last Chance infuriated me. His first chapter was a hypothetical - a worst case scenario - of life in Europe and America in 2007. Blankley was prescient when he wrote the book in 2005, because in his hypothetical, the instituting of Sharia law in Europe was a direct result of protest against 'religiously offensive art.' Wow. Seeing as the book went to print in July - before the cartoons first appeared in the Jyllends Posten - it's quite impressive that he included such a similiar idea as part of his opening chapter.

If I were a conspiracy theorist... but I'm not.

He writes:

The results of these deliberations were presented as a reasonable series of compromises. Permanent, multi-denominational commissions were established to review current and proposed artwork in public venues, with a view toward removal of those considered offensive to the public taste, or to a substantial minority of the public. Many of the statues that had been removed from public streets for protective reasons never reappeared. In their place, municipalities put abstract statuary, including new works freshly commissioned from Muslim artists.

Most museums were reorganized so that Muslims could enter and view works of interest, such as landscapes and Islamc exhibits, wihtout being exposed to idolatrous or sacrilegious art. In the process, many seconday paintings, primarily of interest to scholars and connoisseurs, were simply never rehung or displayed. They quietly disappeared into storage, where only serious researchers were permitted to see them.

Some extremists remained unsatisfied with these measures. They pressed for further restrictions, with seperate days for men and women to attend museums and cultural events.

This is just a small part of it. I am eagerly awaiting my lunch break to devour not only a sandwich, but at least a couple more chapters of this intriguing book.

Beginning early next Wednesday morning, my tongue will be out of commission for 40 days (Yes, that is my tongue. The picture was taken at a party I held in 2000 entitled "Jello and Handcuffs - It's Not What You Think").

Anyway, back to my tongue. My family never observed Lent. I didn't even know the term until I was about ten or so. This is the first year I will attempt a Lenten observation. My friend M. regularly gives up Diet Coke. Some women give up chocolate, and people often set out a course of Bible study for themselves as an observance of Lent. I, RightGirl, will give up that thing which has been so near and dear to me throughout my life: I will give up swearing for 40 days. I will penalize myself for any infraction, and all proceeds (and I assure you, there will be proceeds) will go into the collection plate. This is going to be unbearably hard, because I speak as if I were raised by Teamsters.

I considered giving up blogging for 40 days, but there's no way. You might as well ask me to give up breathing.

So, in the spirit of getting it all out of my system, I am planning, for the next week, to undertake the project of writing obscenity-laced haiku and other short poetry. I will post them sporadically in the next seven days. Feel free to suggest a theme in the comments or via email.

Obviously I'm no fan of Islam. I put up one of the cartoons, I report daily on abuses by the Religion of Peace. I get occasional hatemail (but not much). I check my stats all the time to see who's reading me and lately I've been getting a spike in hits from Saudi Arabia, The Islamic Republic of Iran, Iraq, and UAE, and it has made me quite nervous. As it turns out I really have nothing to worry about. The people are more of a threat to themselves under these regimes than they will ever be to me. Invariably, they find me through searches with lines like:

hot+arab+girl
vagina+inside
escort+to+fuck+around+world
hot+girl+fuck
iraqi+girl+orgy

Yes, I am a provider of smut to repressed men in Muslim regimes. Or so it seems. Bless their repressed sexuality - no wonder they're so angry all the time!

I wonder what Allah would think...

It's like Saturday Night Drunk-Blogging, only it's Tuesday and I'm sober. But other than that, it's exactly like it!

Diana Ross - Love Child
Nancy Sinatra - Boots
Suzanne Vega - I'll Never Be Your Maggie May
Addicts - You'll Never Walk Alone
Animotion - Obsession
Human League - Don't You Want Me
Payolas - Never Said I Loved You
Elvis Costello - Oliver's Army
Johnny Cash - When the Man Comes Around
The Cure - Killing an Arab
Frank Sinatra - The Lady is a Tramp
Space - The Female of the Species
Patsy Cline - Your Cheatin Heart
Nina Simone - Forbidden Fruit
Simon & Garfunkle - America
Bad English - Don't Walk Away
Patti Loveless - Blame it on Your Heart

And like Saturday Night Drunk-Blogging, you can track it back if you want.

It's that time again, ladies and gents. The Cotillion is up! Cassandra at Villainous Company has done a gorgeous job with the graphics this week. I'm jealous - I'll never be one of those hot little Stepford Wives. Nothing short of a terminal disease will make my waist shrink that much. Oh well.

This is friggin funny. Edith Bunker never saw this coming, that's for sure!

Wikipedia has posted the cartoons. I'm impressed.

Also, a University of Toronto student newspaper has printed a controversial cartoon of Jesus & Mohammed kissing. Oh the horror. Somebody get me a scimitar. Oh wait - I'm not a mad killer seeking vengeance on behalf of a god or prophet too wishy-washy to fend for himself.

Good for both of these sources for having the guts to do the unpopular thing.

With all the hullaballo over the Western Standard's decision to publish the cartoons, Chapters-Indigo has decided not to stock the "offending" issue (which is no great loss, really, because everytime I walk into any of their stores, I'm lucky if I see a 2 month old issue hanging around). It led me to think about the amount of book-buying I do, and from where. Generally, I use Amazon or Barnes & Noble.com, and I will place a large order all at once. In a pinch I run to the Chapters down the street to grab what I need. I try to stay out of Book City, since much of what they sell is commie/Atwood sort of stuff. America = bad, socialism = good. The world does not need another bookstore extolling the virtues of Mao.

So I've decided to vote with my wallet as they say (whoever "they" are), and switch the bulk of my book-buying to the Conservative Book Club. I know WonderWoman is already a member,and I'm sure a lot of my readers are, too. And now so am I.

Although, just to be annoying to Reisman, the last book I nipped into Chapters to buy was the Bible. Heh.

Dr. Helen puts things in a perspective that I hadn't even realized before. It is a perspective that has entirely put me off my brunch this morning, that's for sure:

Bawer points out that in Denmark, Muslims make up only 5% of the population but receive 40% of welfare outlays. Many of these immigrants are told by their leaders that Muslim law gives them the right to "cheat and lie in the countries that harbor them." They are told to view the benefits they receive as jizya--the tributes that "the infidel natives of Muslim-occupied countries are obliged to pay to Muslims in order to preserve their lives."

It never occured to me that we're already paying the Dhimmi.

An Iranian group that claims its members are dedicated to becoming suicide bombers warned the United States and Britain on Saturday that they will strike coalition military bases in Iraq if Tehran's nuclear facilities are attacked.

Mohammad Ali Samadi, spokesman for Esteshadion, or Martyrdom Seekers, boasted of having hundreds of potential bombers in his talk at a seminar on suicide-bombings tactics at Tehran's Khajeh Nasir University.

"With more than 1,000 trained martyrdom-seekers, we are ready to attack the American and British sensitive points if they attack Iran's nuclear facilities," Samadi said.

"If they strike, we have a lot of volunteers. Their (U.S. and British) sensitive places are quiet close to Iranian borders," Samadi said.

But of course, as any good apologist (dhimmi) will tell you, these are just a few bad apples. Really. They don't represent a whole religion whose holy book is based on killing and violence. No, they're just a few rogues.

Click the picture to be taken to the site that placed the "Sharon drinking blood" ad on Al-Jazeera. They ask the question "Offensive or Freedom of Speech?" It is in fact both, but my question to them would be "How is this new? You all have been doing this type of propaganda for a loooong time - long before the Danes put paintbrush to paper."

The site also has this quote:

Muslims are generally good people who believe too many conspiracy theories.

What does that mean? That they are idiots? Or perhaps that they are violent and looking for an excuse? If the apologists are looking for a way of painting the religion in a good light, they will have to do better than making them out to be conspiracy theorists. It's belittling to most, and is just plain false when talking about the rioting hordes.

Perhaps I should go bomb something. Or maybe I'll just go to church instead.

I stand corrected Feb 21/06: I think I was supposed to know this already (from the comment below):

you neglect to mention that aljazeera.com is not the satelite network based out of Qatar. aljazeera.com is a web magazine.

Important note: Aljazeera Publishing and Aljazeera.com are not associated with the controversial Arabic Satellite Channel known as Jazeera Space Channel TV station whose website is Aljazeera.net.

Aljazeera Publishing disassociates itself from the views, opinions and broadcasts of Jazeera Space Channel TV station.
from: http://www.aljazeera.com/about.asp

The genuine al-Jazeera that we hear about all the time in the Western Media, their english webpage is found at http://english.aljazeera.net/HomePage
Antigonish_Tyler | 02.21.06 - 8:05 am | #

Honest mistake (although it explains why I could never find that logo on any of the pages), and I do apologize.

I wonder if the Koran has any inspiring words regarding copyright or intellectual property.

Ishmaeel Haneef, from the committee, said the demonstrations were continuing because "the provocations have not stopped".

"These things are still being republished across the world," he said, using the example of an Italian minister wearing a T-shirt depicting the cartoons.

He said the way to "get back to being a civilised world" was to "give the copyright [of the cartoons] over to the Muslim community".

First they want to kill the artist (there's currently a bounty of $25k US and a car riding on him), now they want his IP? Uh, no. Could you imagine what the world would be like if the church had grabbed up the early tracts being printed on that new-fangled printing press thingy? Or if every monarch who had gotten angry over something written had buried the writings along with the writers? Sorry, but it simply isn't done. Men die - it's a fact of life. But their work should remain for as long as the people - the masses - want it to remain.

No, Mr. Haneef. You can take our lives, but you can never take our cartoons.

From Camp Katrina:

The US military is diverting a naval vessel taking part in war games in the Philippines to help the victims of a landslide that buried an entire village, the US embassy said.

I also want to give a shout out to a young man who emailed me during the thick of CPAC last week. He has gone from liberal Democrat all the way over to the right and will be heading off to boot camp with the Marines just after Christmas this year. Not bad for a journalism student. Welcome to the blogroll, Danny.

It's a slow day at my desk - all my taskmasters are out plying their trade elsewhere - so I've been going through the various news sites, hoping something would catch my eye. Seems things are slow in the news world, too (Dick didn't shoot anyone today). Well! What do you know?!

A man running for state representative acknowledged that he once worked as a prostitute but said he's turned his life around and doesn't regret his past.

Tom Malin, who has also sold Mary Kay cosmetics and now markets electricity, conceded that his illicit past could cost him the nomination in the March 7 Democratic primary.

"I've made mistakes in my life, and I've stood before my creator and I've accepted responsibility for my behavior," Malin said in Friday's Dallas Morning News.

On his campaign Web page, Malin said he is "committed to giving our families a voice in Austin, with a focus on education, the economy, and restoring a 'spirit of ethics' to our State House."

He said he would stay in the race.

Except for the whole he's-a-Democrat thing, the similarities are striking. After all, I too sell Mary Kay. Oh, yeah, and I've been an escort.

Perhaps I may run for office after all. Good for you, Tom. I still hope you lose, but I'm proud of you nonetheless. It takes guts to do what you're doing. I just pray (Can one pray for a Democrat?) that the mudslinging will be kept to a minimum. He's obviously been through enough, and Texas can be a bit unforgiving.

The only difference between these two images is that the first portrays helpless Muslims as victims of sadistic treatment, at the hands of Americans. While the second (rightly) makes a statement on the volatile and violent manifestations inherent in Muslim culture today -- which has been aptly proven by endless rioting, arson, and frequent beheadings.

See?

Americans bad. Islam good.

WonderWoman compares the images of the long-suffering TERRORISTS at the hands of Americans, vs. the sketches of Mohammed as a terrorist himself. Why is the media so quick to splash the former across the front page of every paper for weeks on end, but buries the latter under a pile of fear disguised as politically correct sensitivity?

This cartoon thing is getting out of hand. Even people who wouldn't normally give much thought to the insanity that springs from Islam in the name of Allah are getting pissed off.

Last night I got a phone call from a friend of mine. She's somewhat conservative, well-enough informed (she's not a news junkie, but she keeps herself apprised), and frankly spends far too much time with me for my right-wingedness not to rub off. Anyway, she calls last night and yells in my ear for about ten minutes before wishing me a Happy Valentine's Day and hanging up. It was like a bloody whirlwind.

Her issue? The riots in Pakistan over the stupid cartoons, and the apoplexy that people are having with Ezra Levant of the Western Standard. Her question is that if people want to cover up cartoons that are the center of a major controversy that is costing lives, then perhaps we should abandon all news in general. After all, everytime a Palestinian suicide bomber blows himself up in Israel, the news upsets Jews around the world. Everytime we hear about Piss-Christ and the Virgin Mary made of elephant dung, it upsets Christians. We should just not hear about it. Ignorance is bliss. And why stop at religion? Those attack ads from the Liberals during the campaign? They really upset me as a Conservative. We shouldn't be allowed to criticize our politicians. It might offend those who voted for them. So from this day forward, let's not say anything bad about Martin, Harper, Bush, Shot-gun Dick, or anyone else for that matter. And we should stop printing Garfield comics, too. Garfield eats pork.

Welcome to Dhimmitude. Now, what are we going to do with all the out of work newscasters? My suggestion is to make them part of the Mutawa.

Update: Now Michelle Malkin is getting poorly written death threats. Judging by the grammar and punctuation, they are from angry five year olds.

Darleen is hosting a hot dance for today's Cotillion. Go check it out on the main page. I'll be the one with the rose between my teeth, waiting for you.

My ticket may have cost me $425, but I walked out with a fortune worth of books, shirts, and other swag.

First, I picked up a new t-shirt from Brian McCarthy of Che-Mart and The People's Cube. The one pictured is not the one I got (although Kathy Shaidle has one); mine says

My ultimate goal as a socialist was to have my face plastered on the t-shirts of rich white kids. ~ Che Guevara

Brian is awesome. Go buy a shirt.

Books! Oh my god, there were books! So many books, so little luggage space. WonderWoman and I wound up having to buy extra duffel bags from the airline to cart all this back across the border.
Size Matters by Joel Miller; Disinformation by Richard Minter; Something for Nothing (appropriate!) by Brian Tracy; Uncle Sam's Plantation by Star Parker; The West's Last Chance by Tony Blankley; Blog by Hugh Hewitt; The Enduring Revolution by Major Garrett; plus dozens of magazines I haven't even looked at yet. I don't think I'll need to go book shopping anytime soon.

In addition, I purchased Glenn Reynolds' An Army of Davids, and Michelle Malkin's Unhinged. I had both Glenn and Michelle sign my book to RightGirl. Isn't she tiny? I'm like Gulliver next to her! My husband swiped her book from me the moment I walked in the door, "That's the cute Oriental girl, isn't it? Gimme that." Well, congratulations Michelle, you managed to do what I've never been able to: You made him really angry. He was up half the night last night railing about how utterly insane Democrats are, and how he had no idea before (because, of course, why would he have listened to me say it all this time???). At least you brought him fully on-side. Now he'll understand what I'm talking about when I yell at the TV news every night.

Another book that had previously made an impression on my beloved was Mark Smith's Official Handbook of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy. I got that one signed, too. For obvious reasons, I was in no mood to stand in line for over an hour to have Ann Coulter sign Must Control Fist Of Death's copy of Treason.

Little Melissa comes home from first grade and tells her father that they learned about the history of Valentine's Day.

"Since Valentine's Day is for a Christian saint and we're Jewish," she asks, "will God get mad at me for giving someone a valentine?

Melissa's father thinks a bit, then says "No, I don't think God would get mad.

Who do you want to give a valentine to?"

"Osama Bin Laden," she says

"Why Osama Bin Laden," her father asks in shock

"Well," she says, "I thought that if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give Osama a valentine, he might start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit.

And if other kids saw what I did and sent valentines to Osama, he'd love everyone a lot.

And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore."

Her father's heart swells and he looks at his daughter with newfound pride.

"Melissa, that's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard."

"I know," Melissa says, "and once that gets him out in the open, the Marines could blow his ass away."

Happy Valentine's Day, y'all. RightGirl loves ya!

This morning I was attacked by the Mean Reds.

Churchill had his black dog, but my dog is the red-headed stepson of a real sonofabitch.

From Breakfast at Tiffanys:

Holly: You Know those days when you get the Mean Reds?

Paul: The Mean Reds? You mean, like the blues?

Holly: The blues are because you're getting fat or it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of.
Don't you ever get that feeling?

Well, due to the excitement, alcohol consumption, and sheer exhaustion of the past few days, I woke up this morning with a full-scale Mean Red panic attack. For those of you who've never had a panic attack, let me just say how debilitating it can be. I have actually lost jobs, friends and lovers in the past becuase I was crippled by one of these motherfuckers. On a scale of 1-5, this morning was a 3.5. A 5 is nuclear, and the fallout can last for years.

I was so tired, so completely wiped out, all I wanted was more sleep. But then the paranoia set in. What about my name? Was I going to lose my job because of some of the things I wrote being linked back to my real name? What about the cost of the trip? I couldn't really afford it, but I made do. When you want something bad enough, you'll do just about anything to get it. And back to my name - I joke about a fatwa, but that doesn't mean I actually want one! These are the things I was worrying about, along with a host of others. I say worry, but that's not really the best word. The Mean Reds go well beyond worry - you are depressed, crying, needy, scared to death, and trying in vain to get out of your own skin. When I rolled over to Mr. Right and said "Baby, just talk. Talk to me." he kew we were in for another one.

We talked about whether I should go to work or not. I didn't want to get in trouble for taking an extra day. But we weighed it out: Was staying home an extra day better or worse for my career than going in and cracking up in front of my boss and colleagues. It was true that I probably wouldn't even make it through the subway ride. So in the end, I slept till noon. Did the Mean Reds go away? No, but I have a bit more energy to deal with them right now. And Mr. Right will be home soon.

Well, we're leaving DC in a few hours, and I have had a wonderful time. I want to thank WonderWoman for keeping me sane and helping me find all my crap every morning. And for taking such great pictures of Dick.

(This post will be left intentionally blank in honor of the very good time we have all had in Washington DC. Shock on!)

In between all the cups of coffee and free meals (not enough of them, by the way), I actually met and talked to some wonderful, intelligent and brave people.

I was particularly impressed with Jim Gilchrist, founder of the Minuteman Project. He was being rapidly hustled past Bloggers Alley, and I managed to get a quick second with him. A truly horrified look came across his face when I told him about the porousness of the Canadian border, and how it leads to stories like this. Stand on guard for thee? I think not. Canada could take a lesson from a man like Jim Gilchrist.

Lt. Col. Greg Parke (USAF) is running for the Senate in Vermont. He came by the booth to shake hands, and was pleased to find a Canadian gal - his wife is Canadian, too. I wanted to talk to him about the Cashman decision, and how it's playing out in Vermont. He says there's backlash, and he is confident that the backlash will help induce residents to vote for better government and better legislation. Sure enough, within hours of having spoken to him, I read this. Shameful. Vermont isn't the only place that needs better legislation.

Anyway, we had a good long talk about a lot of things, including border issues and immigration. And he taught me a little basic Arabic. Very cool guy (he even left me his extra set of batteries for my camera), and I hope to see him again next year, when with a little luck I'll be able to address him as Senator Parke.

Another Senatorial candidate I was able to spend a bit of time with was George Johnson of Morgantown, WV. Mr. Johnson was my seat mate for the Presidential Banquet where we heard Dick Cheney and George Allen speak. Thanks to the crowded tables, everytime WonderWoman reached down for her camera, I had so lean back to far that there were moments when I was practically in the man's lap. How very Blaze Starr of me. I apologized profusely, and we spent the rest of the evening cracking jokes. We had the misfortune at that dinner of hearing Pat Boone get up and sing "Under God" (if he's not singing Enter Sandman, I just don't want to hear it), so George and I joked that we'd get up, comandeer a mic, and sing the Johnny Cash/June Carter duet "Jackson." Believe me, it couldn't have been any worse than Under God. George has serious issues with the kind of tax being paid in West Virginia. Residents are taking home less and less every year, and it's time something was done about it. Eminent Domain is also very near and dear to his heart. From his website:

Though running for the first time, George has run local political races and contributed to campaigns with his marketing skills over the past 2 decades. In 1999, George and his father, Darwin, were forced to take on the state government, which threatened to fund an unnecessary and costly multi-million dollar inland port in Morgantown. This inland port would have destroyed the local dock economy and would have sunk the Johnson's private docking business. The Tennessee Valley Authority eventually came in, sided with the Johnsons, and stopped the project. As a result of this experience, fighting for his family's small business, Johnson has a renewed respect for small businesses everywhere and what they face daily just to stay in business.

George has always been an avid reader of political theory and practice and has developed a deep understanding of and appreciation for the U.S. Constitution. Senator Byrd's complete lack of willingness to actually follow the Constitution on behalf of West Virginians for the past 50 years, along with this summer's controversial Supreme Court ruling of Kelo v. New London, prompted George to throw his hat in the ring against Byrd.

We bumped into each other several times throughout the conference, including after the Ronald Reagan banquet last night (I love Washington - walk into any hotel bar, anytime, and you're bound to find someone running a tab - in this case it was Mike from Red State).

I will leave it at that for now. I spoke to so many people that to put them all in one post would not only be too long, but it would be unfair - I wouldn't be able to give them the attention they deserve.

I totally agree with Robert McClelland.

Ah, dear Ann Coulter. She reminds me of an aging porn star who, as her beauty fades, must resort to increasingly depraved sexual acts in order to turn a buck. Ann is at the stage where she's doing beastiality.

Posted by: Robert McClelland | 10-Feb-06 8:47:44 PM

Well, my beloved Jon F. may have left DC just a few hours after I arrived, but just look at the goodies that blew into town the next day:


Nice.

That handsome fellow is Constantine, from the campaign of congressional Candidate Randy Graf from Arizona. WonderWoman and I had the opportunity to hang with them on Thursday night, along with a whole Canadian contingent which included Stephen Taylor.
(Update: I forgot, and was reminded by Mr. Handsome himself, that he is also an excellent pool player. And ladies, sitting on the sidelines watching him bend over to take a shot ain't half bad, either)


Randy Graf

I had called Mr. Graf over to Bloggers Alley to talk to him about one of the talking points on his campaign literature: Fighting Militant Islam. He also opposes the Worker's Amnesty proposal, and wants to see tighter border security. Except where conservative Canadian girls are involved, of course.


Stephen Taylor of the Blogging Tories


This is how WonderWoman and I are planning to repair the damaged relationship between America and Canada. One end of the table was Americans, the other end was Canadian. WonderWoman and I were in the middle, brokering the peace. And getting them all to buy us drinks.

And he's working the coatcheck. Now that's power on our side.

Okay, okay, I assume it's pronounced Hey-zeus, but still... it's nice to see Jesus hanging with his homies.

Now do you see why we adopted him?

Boy, a title like that will certainly drive up traffic!


LaShawn Barber and Glenn Reynolds


Mr & Mrs Instapundit


Aaron, our mascot. WonderWoman and I adopted him yesterday. An absolute darling.

Later today will be Michelle Malkin, which I am greatly looking forward to.

Pleased to make your aquaintance. Tomorrow is the second anniversay of Girl on the Right. It is also the weekend where I will top 100 thousand hits. I have recently been "outed" as to my identity due to the CPAC conference (where I am currently sitting with LaShawn Barber and just had my picture taken by Mrs. Instapundit - life is grand), so I thought I should come clean to those who knew me first and know me best. It's only fair.

So I want to thank you all for your visits, your comments, your emails and your time. I look forward to many more years of this fabulous addiction of mine. If I don't suddenly get fatwa'd now that I have a name.

I'm sitting across from the Americans for Limited Government booth. They have a sign on a big tub of candies:

Warning:
The government loves warning labels.
Chocolate is very, very, very bad for you.
We think you should have a piece anyway.

I just stocked up on gear from Dark Side Conservatives.

I am a Proud Infidel.



Well, it's lunchtime. I think I'll go get a Danish.

BTW, I got you something, Kathy.

Today was a great success. Our flight was effortless and bordering on perfect, and the weather in DC is great. There was a briefing scheduled for 1;30 this afternoon at the Eisenhower Executive Building that WonderWoman just made it to after lunching with Little Miss Atilla (who is conveniently staying down the hall).

This briefing was like policy porn - wonks galore! Sara Taylor, White House political director, got us started with a look toward the mid-terms later this year. The top issues will be the War on Terror/Iraq/NSA, the economy, health care and values. Polls are showing that 56% of Americans support the NSA's wiretapping of overseas calls to Al Qaeda cells. Betcha won't read that in the New York Times.

Bill Ludy, a security wonk, gave us some very interesting numbers regarding Iraq:

Inflation is 1/4 of what it was pre-war
Unemployment is 1/2 what it was pre-war
Per capita income is up 30% from pre-war
Freedom is growing: there are currently 75 independent radio stations, 44 independent TV stations, and 180 independent newspapers

Why don't we ever hear this stuff on the 6 o'clock news? When asked to comment on how the current situations in Syria and Iran affect Iraq, he described those two countries as "two evil bookends." Well put, Sir.

Keith Hennessy, an economist and a very energetic speaker, gave some great numbers that prove the coutry has not gone to hell in a handbasket under the reign of George Bush, despite what the left is telling us:

4.7: the current unemployment rate, as well as the number (4.7 million) of new jobs under Bush
3.5% growth of productivity last year

He talked about health spending, and HSA's, which are becoming very popular. A year ago, 1 million people had Health Spending Accounts - today over 3 million people have them. Also, systems are being put in place that will allow people to change jobs and take their health insurance with them, "You don't have to change car insurer if you change jobs; why should you have to change medical insurers?"

Claude Allen came in to talk about domestic policy, but I have to admit to getting distracted and tuning the poor man out. But you will have to forgive me for it - Karl Rove walked in and sat down not 15 feet from me.

Tell us, Mr. Rove: Have you been working out?

Uncle Karl looks as if he's dropped 20lbs in the past few months. I wish he'd share his secret with the rest of us!

I will have more on Karl in a day or two - I taped everything, and haven't transcribed yet. I knew I would be too awed to take notes, so thankfully I brought the dicta.

WonderWoman and I picked up our conference passes and our media passes this evening, along with a great goodie bag which I haven't even opened yet. I was lucky enough to go for dinner with the hottest man in Washington (not G.W., but my beloved Jon F). I have finally had a crab cake in Washongton, which MustControlFistOfDeath insisted I do while I was here. Thanks for the tip, honey - it was great!

Well, the time is upon me. Tonight WonderWoman and I begin our epic journey (whatever we two do together is epic) to Washington DC for CPAC. It's kinda cool, travelling with a superhero.

I have been waiting for this conference, dreaming of it, boring the shit out of my friends about it, since November. And now it's here. Mr. Right can't wait to be rid of me.

Over the next few days (thanks to an unhealthy amount of coffee I plan to drink) I will be bringing you snippets, pictures, book reviews (I'm told there are several already waiting at my hotel for me to arrive and review!), and interviews. Sleeping is not an option.

Officially, I am the only Canadian blogger seated at the conference on Blogger's Alley. Unofficially, I will be sharing my chair with Wonder Woman, so when I collapse from exhaustion, she'll be picking up all the slack. If I can get her away from Oliver North long enough to do any blogging.

You can also look for CPAC related coverage at The Cotillion, and on The Shotgun.

Oh, and the grand prize winner of the "pay me and I'll take you to dinner" award for largest donation to my CPAC fund is Kathy Shaidle. I know I'll be seeing her next weekend, but at some point, I will also be taking her to dinner. Thanks again Kathy!

Why is this getting so little coverage that I actually had to go looking for it?

Rome, February 7 - A Turkish youth reportedly linked to organised crime has confessed to killing Italian priest Andrea Santoro two days ago, according to judicial sources in the northern town of Trabzon .

The 16-year-old student was arrested early on Tuesday morning after a huge manhunt. When police found him at the home of relatives in Trabzon, he was carrying the pistol used to kill the priest .

Father Santoro, 58, was shot dead in his church in the Black Sea town while he was praying after mass on Sunday. His killer reportedly shouted "Allah is Great" before fleeing .

When do Christians start calling for beheadings? When do Christians start calling for HELL TO THE SLAYERS OF PRIESTS, or somesuch?

After confessing to the murder, Akdi said that he had been enraged by the publication of cartoons of the Prophet Mohammed in the European press, NTV reported.

Fucking cartoons. A priest - a man of God - was murdered over cartoons. No apologist, regardless of how clever, can make sense of these monsters.

I've read the Bible (only once, and I do not claim to have any expertise in the area), but I really think our "turning the other cheek" habit is getting out of hand. It's time to stand up for our way of life, our religion, our safety, and our homelands.

I read this quote this morning, and it made me think that it could be said about George Bush (someday).

Asked if he had not paid a high political price for that, Martin said: "Well, in the long run of history, I don't think doing the right thing is ever the wrong thing to do."

Paul Martin is gone. He has said goodbye. Now I can let it go, and return to liking him again.

There was a time when I actually respected the man, before he got high on power. I hope he stays in the background, and gives people the time and space they need to forgive him and learn to love again.

Goodbye, Paul. I wish you well.

And the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

- Suzanne Vega, "In Liverpool"

It's been a hard week. I'm glad it's over.

Bottoms up, y'all.

A Tempest in a Turbin

Anyone who doubts that devout Muslims are utterly insane should check out this British website. They openly display hatred toward non-Muslims, and decry their own people as apostates every two seconds for just fraternizing with the enemy (that's you and me, by the way).

Joining the Police: contribution or apostasy?

Anyone who enters into parliament and gives an oath to respect the man-made constitution and rules, which are non-Islamic - knowing full well what is within the constitution from clear contradictions to the Shari'ah - that is clear Kufr (rejection of his/her faith) and apostasy, whether he was serious in his oath or not serious, whether it was beneficial or otherwise, he has committed the Kufr action knowingly and intentionally.

Great people. Really grand.

Damian has tagged me:

Four vehicles you've owned:

Reliant K. This car had no floor - the dirt was the only thing holding the carpet together. 1985 Chrysler New Yorker named Guy. He spoke French. I took him all across America when I was 19. I fixed his transmission with duct tape. I raced two guys in a blue Ford pickup across Texas. I loved that car, and cried when he died. A 1996 Sunfire. My only "new" car. I bought it with my blood money I got when my dad died. A 1972 diamond black t-top Corvette Stingray. Long, sad story behind that one.

Four jobs you've had:

Florist, escort/dominatrix, recruiter for an oil company, and currently I am a legal assistant. That's just four. There have been dozens.

Four places you've lived:

Montreal, Edmonton, Scotland, Toronto. Again, there have been dozens. I completed move number 23 in May 2004. Not bad, considering I'm not 30 yet.

Four vacations you've taken:

Trans-America, Winnipeg (rock on!), Paris, North Coast of Scotland.

Four people I'm tagging:

No. The virus stops here.