Category Archives: Obsessions

Pol drinks from Pope’s used water glass

The irreligious will find it “kinda weird” as Insty headlines what has turned into a commenter marathon on supernatural religion. And I suppose it is, up to a point.

But Catholics aren’t the only ones who do this. Jews, too, venerate the objects touched/used by famous rabbis, pilgrimage to their graves and pray there. Including the Kotel (the western wall of the Temple Mount) where the old joke is that prayer is a local call.

A joke that’s passing on now that fewer understand what a “local call” is.

Via Instapundit.

Ahmed’s “clock” looks a lot like a bomb

Moreover, despite his multiple, continuous claims, he didn’t invent it at all. He took apart an existing, antique digital clock and rebuilt it in a pencil case that looks a lot like a miniature Hollywood movie bomb suitcase. As explained here.

So the Irving, Texas, high schooler’s arrest was easily explainable without resorting to the usual Islamophobic, racist b.s. Not to mention his father’s probable hand in the whole thing—daddy being a Sharia law “activist.” Plus, according to Mark Steyn, “a perennial Sudanese presidential candidate whose brother runs a trucking company amusingly called Twin Towers Transportation.” Subtle.

Ever hear of an “activist” who didn’t like publicity? Ahmed got plenty of it, once the Democrat snooze media’s weekly outrage bus got gassed up and rolling—plus a nice note from the Hildabeast (who else) a White House invite from our own Barry Hussein (he of the Muslim father and middle name), a new Surface tablet and an Xbox from Microsoft. Plus daddy is planning to sue. Of course he is. Not bad for a little time in handcuffs, eh Ahmed?

Meanwhile, a white kid in Dallas got suspended for wearing an American flag tee-shirt under his hoodie. Under it, mind you. His suspension was later canceled but the kid and his mother are still waiting for the outrage bus and his White House invite to arrive.

Via Instapundit.

UPDATE:  How Ahmed made Barry his dupe. Not to mention the Hildabeast, Microsoft, etc. Meanwhile the mayor of Irving notes that Barry made his invite and praise of the clock “maker” before pix of the device were publicly available. Makes you wonder if he and Ahmed’s “activist” father were in cahoots from the beginning. Staged the whole thing, as it were. Wouldn’t put it past Barry. Certainly not the Hildabeast.

Barry Hussein: abortion ghoul

“It’s not surprising that a pro-abortion president would veto any legislation to defund Planned Parenthood. But you have to wonder what kind of ghoul would oppose the Born-Alive Abortion Survivors Protection Act, which is designed to protect already-born infants.

“The bill, sponsored by pro-life Congressman Trent Franks [an Arizona Republican], ‘would make failure to provide standard medical care to children born alive during an abortion a federal crime. It would also apply stronger penalties in cases where an overt act is taken to kill the abortion survivor.’”

This is right in keeping with his time in the Illinois legislature when, though usually taking no position on anything and merely voting “present,” he voted against any restriction on abortion, including banning late-term ones.

Our Barry Hussein knows it’s those post-21 weeks abortions that provide the most mature organs for the baby chop shop. He’s not only going to save the abortion mill for poor (mainly black) women who (supposedly) can’t afford contraception (or can’t be bothered to use it), he’s going to keep the baby chop shop, ahem, alive and well.

At least the RINOs, knowing they’d probably lose, had the guts to try.

Via PJ Media.

Israel’s 9/11 Memorial

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The Palestinians, along with many other Arabs, danced in the streets on 9/11. Our Israeli friends did not and they used some Twin Towers steel to make this memorial.

Go get ’em, Carly

If there’s one thing the Democrat snooze media can’t stand it’s criticizing their beloved Planned Parenthood, which really ought to be named Preventing Parenthood because that’s the main thing they do.

So when Carly called out PP for selling the organs (including brains) of viable but aborted babies at the GOP dog and pony show last night, guess who jumped all over her? Who else but cBSABCNBCCNNWaPoNYTLAT,etc. And the obedient local snooze sheep who follow their every word, wagging their tails behind them.

They claim she made it up. Mollie Hemingway at The Federalist shows you that she didn’t. Mollie even invites you to watch the video in question, if you have a strong stomach.

Should, as Carly says, PP be defunded? Sounds good to me. What is this abortion conglomerate doing drawing federal tax money in the first place? Ah, you should ask the Democrats. And, of course, their RINO allies.

Via Instapundit.

UPDATE:  House votes to defund PP for one year, while investigating PP’s fetal parts business. One whole year?! Gad those RINOs are gutsy. A pox on all of them.

Never Forget

Has it really been fourteen years?

It seems much less than that. This chilling Israeli (well, at least Hebrew subtitled) video brings it all back.

Via Instapundit.

UPDATE:  An evacuation bigger than Dunkirk: 500,000 frightened people by thousands of volunteer boats from Lower Manhattan in 9 hours. Come on, you need a good cry today.

Waco, circa 1993

You get a lot of stupid assignments in journalism, mainly because a lot of editors have no imagination. They also have a herd mentality, i.e. if others are doing it they have to do it, too. Even if their resources would be better spent doing something original.

Thus I wound up sitting and sleeping in a cold car during much of the February to April ’93 Branch Davidian standoff, in a long line of similar cars on a two-lane back road occupied by similarly bored journalists similarly assigned to be part of the totally similar herd. The only break in the scrum blockaded front and rear by the state police was to leave the car now and then and go hang out with the TV guys in their heated satellite vans.

Fortunately we were too far away from the BD compound to have to listen to Billy Ray Cyrus sing Achy Breaky Heart, which the FBI insisted on loudspeakering into the compound hour after hour in a weird attempt to break the religious fanatics from their biblical fanaticism. Fat chance. We also were too far away even to see the ball of fire and the boiling black smoke when the compound finally went up and killed all those kids who were supposedly the whole point of the federal siege.

Reading this old Larry McMurtry piece brought it all back. The waste of time. The cold. The boredom. The impossibility of learning anything that everyone else didn’t already know. It’s one reason I consider myself a recovering journalist. And gratefully at that.