Gee, thanks Mom and Dad!

So lets say that your 18 year old daughter just graduated from highschool. Let's say she got straight A's all the way, 4.0 GPA, valedictorian, ect., ect., ect. What are you going to get her for a graduation present?

A car? A few grand to get her started in college? Money for books? A vacation to Bermuda?

A set of fake tits?

I don't think anyone says it better than Steve:

Congratulations on a fine trend, parents. What better way to confirm an adolescent girl's suspicion that the only important things about her are riding on her chest and hidden between her legs.

For a lot of these girls, that's probably true.

I can think of no better way for a parent to say, "Honey, get out there and get pounded from behind on a series of motel balconies in Fort Lauderdale, because that's all you're good for."

The story says something like 11,000 eighteen-year-old girls in the US got prosthetic breasts last year. These boob-stiffening, often-asymmetrical bags of water are popular graduation gifts. Yes, you wasted four years improving your brain. Now it's time to drop the charade and work on what really matters.

But remember, according to the Left it's us EEEEEEEEEEVIL Republicans who create a sexist society. Yeah. Right. Sure.

If any of my readers are parents of little girls, make sure that they read my next few words before they turn eighteen, OK? Cause here's a clue: I hate fake tits. And 99.999999999% of the guys I know hate fake tits. Nothing says "I'm a stupid plastic bint" quite like a set of fake knockers, OK? There's no better way to prove that you're a shallow, bubble-headed slut than getting a boob job. Show up with your Mattel®-made breasts, and the first thought going through a guy's head is "Oh yeah, she's easy!" Because if you have such a low opinion of yourself that you think your breasts are the most important part of you, then you will be correct. Hell with conversation, look at my tits! Who cares what I think, look at my tits! I don't need a functioning brain, look at my tits! Tee hee, tee hee! Look at my tits!

And all that attention you get with your instant boobs will last for about ten to fifteen years. Yep, cheap shallow guys ogling your expensive breasts might last for a decade or so, although by the end of it you might get a little tired of guys just wanting to get you in the sack, thus confirming their theory that you're a cheap shallow Barbie-wanna be. But when you hit 35 or 40, you'll see that while your body changes, silicone doesn't. And forty year old women with softball shaped tits that hang down to their belly-button don't get too much action, unless you want to delve into the seriously defective end of the gene-pool. Oh, and from what I've heard, trying to breast-feed a child when you have fake boobs isn't the most pleasant experience. Your tits have already stretched out to their max due to this bag of chemicals you've had stuffed in there, so trying to produce milk, which causes swelling, can get a bit painful. By the way, the surgery to REMOVE the fake tits is just as painful as the surgery that put them in, possibly more so. Enjoy!

There are quite a few valid reasons to get a boob job, I'm not denying that. Breast cancer surgery would be the first reason to pop into my head. But as a graduation present?

Maybe the parents just want their little angels to be as shallow as they are.

The American Peace Movement rears its hideous head

FrontPage magazine has a nice pictorial presentation of the Peaceable People.

Two of my favorites:

 

Oy!

Found on Right-Thinking

UPDATE: Also, Lee has a good little piece regarding how facts are making Michael Moore look like a lying sack-o-dung.

Again.

Cover their eyes!

The AMA wants to protect children from seeing people smoke.

The resolution, offered by the AMA's California delegation, demanded "that our American Medical Association encourages the motion picture industry to apply an 'R' rating to all new films depicting cigarette smoking and other tobacco use."

"Making these movies carry an 'R' rating is the right thing to do," said Dr. Melvyn Sterling, an internist in Orange, Calif. In California, he said, there is no smoking in the workplace, in stores, in restaurants, and yet teenagers are still experimenting with cigarettes. "The only place they see people smoking is in the movies. Their heroes, their heroines, the good guys and the bad guys -- anyone who has attributes the children will emulate are smoking."

Doctors seek 'R' for smoking in movies

Terminal Ballistics

Kim du Toit links to a site that people intrested in self-defense might want to take a gander at. Shooting Holes in Wounding Theories: The Mechanics of Terminal Ballistics

The short short version: The guy is an engineer who goes into bullet wounds and lethal wounds with great detail. Knowing just how your bullet works is pretty damn important if your life is going to depend on it. It's a long read, so pull it up at home when you have time, or print it out at work when your boss isn't looking and then read it later.

You call that Camouflage?

I call it ugly.

The thing doesn't look like it would hide much of anything. What was wrong with the woodland camo? I can understand some required design changes due to new equipment, but the actual camo pattern scares the daylights out of me. Where the hell are you supposed to conceal yourself in that monstrosity? A snow storm?

Good camouflage is supposed to break up the lines that give you away. This junk doesn't break up anything except the cones and rods in the back of my eyeballs.

Although the new "no polish" boots are going to make some troops very happy. A spit-shined pair of boots might look good in uniform, but once you're out in the field, it goes to hell pretty quick. However, ten bucks says that some sergeant is going to find a way for new recruits to polish them.

Operation Shoe Fly

Sgt. Hook is asking for a lil help from the Blogosphere, folks.

*****

Just about every flight engineer and crew chief has noticed over the course of flying across this place called Afghanistan these past months that a large percentage of the children have no shoes to wear and of course, almost all of the girls are shoeless.

So my esteemed friends of the blogosphere, in the spirit of Chief Wiggles and minding the words of the infamous Steve Miller Band, I announce the beginning of Operation Shoe Fly in an effort to shoe the children, with no shoes on their feet. If you can collect the shoes, used or new, boys' and girls' (age 14 and under), and send them to me, my crewdogs and I will fly them out to the Afghani kids who so desperately need them.

Please send your shoes to:

Operation Shoe Fly
B Co, 214th Aviation Regiment
Bagram, Afghanistan
APO AE 09354-9998

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Seeing as how I don't have any kids, and thus don't have any shoes, it looks like I'm going to have to go buy some from Payless or some store like that. And think about this: Every child who gets a pair of shoes from America may just realise that we're the good guys.

War isn't just won by killing the enemy - it's also won by winning the hearts and minds of people. Something that we take for granted, like shoes, can mean an entire world of difference to someone in Afganistan.

Beaming with pride

I am.

Few things make me feel as good about Four Right Wing Wackos as this.

Bulldozer Politics

No, really.

DANEgerus reports that the UN is admonishing Caterpillar to observe its complicity in human rights abuses in Gaza.

Oy!

"Any way you look at it, it must be a sin."

Stephen Green comments on the six Saudi preachers.

Michael Moore Hates America

There are new trailers at Michael Moore Hates America.

Comments on Comments?

I changed to Blogspot comments.

How do you like them how do you like them?

Sound off so we can decide about keeping them or changing back.

Whites in Basketball

I saw a feature on ESPN last night that explored the phenomenon where there are fewer and fewre white American male playing professional and big college basketball. The first United State Olympic basketball team had several white men on it. This year there will be none. Of the top fifty scorers in the NBA, one is a white American. Twenty years ago, there were eight in the top twenty. Across the board in American basketball, there is a massive underreprentation of white men.

The ESPN piece explored why. Young white men are opting out of basketball, it said, because they see scholarships for hoops as being out of reach, so they playt baseball or football instead. ESPN even put forth the notion that white parents take their kids on vacation so they have less time to practice basketball.

Amazing, eh?

What was missing though was the one word that is ALWAY interjected into a discussion of black underrepresentation in any American arena. When people examine the lack of black Republicans in Congress, this word is mentioned, for it is assumed that there is foul play afoot. When one examines the lack of blacks among Fortune 500 CEOs, this word is mentioned; it is again assumed that the playing field is not level. When the Philadelphia Philles started eight white men in the 1990s, there was furor in Philly. It was assumed that something was wrong.

The word, of course, is "racism".

If corporate boards, baseball teams, or Congressional delegations are "too white", the assumption is ALWAYS made that racism is a factor. But when big money basketball is discussed, well then the reason has to be that white men are opting out. They are choosing not to level the playing field.

Could it be that whites are underrepresented in big ticket hoops because of institutional racism at EVERY level of roundball, so that when a coach has to choose between to equal players to fill his last roster spot, he chooses the black player, assuming that the black player has more potential to be great since most great b-ball players in the past have been black?

Well of course it is.

But that wasn't said. But if corporate boards choose a white man to be CEO because they see him as having better potential to be a great CEO, because in the past most great CEOs were white, well then the "r" word reigns supreme in any analysis of the situation.

"Level Playing Field" is only mentioned where whites outperform blacks.

Nuclear Iran

Am I the only person getting worried about this?

VIENNA, Austria — Momentum is building at a 35-nation conference to take Iran to task for hindering a U.N. probe of its nuclear agenda.

Liberals love to talk about "warmongering" conservatives, while ignoring the fact that the Mad Mullahs of Iran have all but guaranteed a mushroom cloud over Tel Aviv the moment they get their hands on a functioning nuke. You want a nuclear war? Let one of the turbaned terrorist tumblefucks get a nuke.

As much as I like George Bush, I know that he doesn't have the balls to do what needs to be done: Find where the Mad Mullahs have their nuke research facilities, and bomb the living hell out of them. I hope that Israel does it. I hope they blast the hell out of any Iranian leader dumb enough to THINK about pushing the big red button. Because if Iran has their way, Israel is going to be a sea of glass. And you can bet your bottom dollar that if Israel sees nukes headed their way, both Mecca and Medina as well as Tehran are going to be glowing for a long time.

It's not the conservatives that want to see nukes lobbed around like water balloons. It's the J.E.R.M.s that are itching to push the button. If Iran gets a working nuke, you can expect the shitstorm to start about 15 seconds after they aquire it.

And that worries me.

Re: Wonkette

I read with interest the piece from Tiny Little Lies posted by Dave below in tearing into Wonkette for her smarm re: Reagan.

I found this part to be most compelling:

I suppose Wonkette is a harbinger of things to come. Two years ago, only web nerds read blogs, and we were ridiculed by a somewhat nervous mainstream press. Then we acquired a sort of cachet. And Wonkette's boss decided to buy his way in. She had instant publicity and therefore instant traffic, and her site looked enough like a blog to fool the stupid. Well, it worked, so now we should probably brace for a tide of similar prefab syntho-bloggers.
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[It's] all over with. We've been discovered. We're like the people back in 1990 who started thinking South Beach might be a cool, inexpensive place to open restaurants.

Now any opportunistic corporate moron who wants a piece of the Blogosphere pie can buy it. Look for new Wonkettes, popping up like spots of mold on a loaf of bread you've kept too long. And look for your own piece of the pie to shrink. Unless you, too, can afford a publicist and land advertisers with real money. And you can't. And because of the pressure we're going to face from these new, Monkees-like, greenhouse-grown wannabes, you probably never will be able to do those things.

I don't know what's worse. How Wonkette got here, or what she's doing now that she has arrived.

Yeah.

Maybe it is the rise of the corporate blog that makes blogrolling even more important - one can help separate the Spirit of Individuality wheat from the "prefab syntho-blogger" chaff.

As time permits, I plant to make the blogroll a bit more prominent here. I also plan to sanitize it. Starting ten minutes ago.

Happy Birthday

On June 14th, 1775, the US Army was first mustered. I am proud to say that I wore that uniform, and I'm equally proud of every soldier, past and present, who has served with honor and distinction. The Big Green Machine, This Man's Army, whatever name given to it by both friends and enemies, the US Army embodies the same thing to everyone of sound mind.

Freedom.



Two-hundred and twenty nine years.... and still going strong!

HOORAH!

Senate Bill 2498

What is it, you ask? It's Diane Feinstein's latest attempt to grab guns away from law abiding citizens.

You might remember that she's tried this before. Feinstein, Kennedy, Kerry, Schumer, they all voted to re-up the Assault Weapons Ban. A ban, by the way, that has done exactly jack squat to prevent crime.

It's real simple, folks. If DiFi gets her hands on your guns, you can kiss them goodbye. Forever. Let your Senators know that you oppose it. You can find contact information for your Senators here.

One other thing you might want to do (just as a nice touch), is to write or email Senator Larry Craig of Idaho. Craig is a big reason why DiFi's little amendment died the last time she tried to pull this stunt. A note of appreciation for his leadership on this issue is deserved, in my opinion. I've already written him a letter, since my "Honorable" Senators will most likely just junk any mail or email I send them. I'm still going to flood their offices, however.

If you have time, send off a note letting your Congresscritters know about your position.

Guns don't kill people.

Gun Control kills people.

Found via The Geek.

Blunt Speech Again

This time from Steve.

I never read Wonkette's "blog" until today, except for one entry on briefly famous, average-looking whore Jessica Cutler. I just took a look, and I see she has spent this week making fun of the Reagan funeral. People thought I was criticizing her earlier, although I was actually criticizing her pal the brainless slut. Well, now I'm criticizing Wonkette.

Corporate sponsors can buy you interns, bandwidth, and designers to put together your pretend blog, but there is one thing they can't buy you: class. Which is too bad, because Wonkette could really use a dose.

The man gave us eight years of his life. He took a bullet for us. He stood up bravely, in the face of criticism from every quarter, and became the single greatest force in ending an oppressive empire that imprisoned hundreds of millions of people. Then an incurable disease, which Wonkette herself may have some day, rotted his brain over a the course of a decade, leaving him a helpless invalid who had to be fed with a spoon. And then he died, and understandably, people were moved.

To Wonkette, this is apparently amusing.

Well, I guess if your best pal is a cookie-cutter, off-the-rack whore with the IQ of an ant and the morals of a goat in heat--a smirking, had-looking tramp who went to college for four years so she could become a fluffer--and if you think good blog content is a collection of smug, jaded paragraphs about your pal leasing her callused anus to pay for IKEA and DKNY, then I guess President Reagan's death is probably a hoot.

I'm with Steve. I know that Tim has Wonkette on the blogroll, but I don't read her anymore. After checking out her so called "blog", I figured out that it was nothing more than smarmy bullshit with a lot of references to "assfucking". Anal fixations made public aren't my thing, sorry. And as for the "Washingtonienne", jeebus... what can be said? She looked like a used up whore on her TV interviews. And when you think about it, a twenty-something ex-congressional staffer who was fired for blogging about getting paid for sex on her lunch breaks is just that: A used up whore. In her mid twenties. Sad.

More Hatred From The Left

Yeah, real classy, isn't it?

The Party of Compassion Classless Hatred.

A few other examples of the left's compassion here.

Reagan's Legacy

Here's one for my little anonymous chickenshit visitor. Perhaps if you spent more time reading the works of people who lived through the communist tyranny and less time guzzling the DU's Kool-Aid, you might learn a little something about Reagan.

But then, you're a Barking Moonbat, so that chance is rather slim, isn't it?

UPDATE: More about Reagan from Pejman Yousefzadeh