“I have the woman replacement on the $10 bill: Marilyn Chambers. She’d be perfect. I am still undecided on what part of her should be on the front and what part on the back. I guess the obvious is easiest…”
Heh. Good thinking. I mean if we’re going to redo history to suit the politically correct, then let’s go all the way. Umm. So to speak.
Via Mouth of the Brazos.
Posted in Blogosphere, Obamalot, Obsessions, The Culture
Tagged Marilyn Chambers on the $10 bill, Mouth of the Brazos
I realize that most of the so-called greatest generation didn’t pick that moniker for themselves. Not that they were any too humble, mind you, but it was only one of their own, an overpaid talking head, no less, who came up with it.
A far more precise term would be the segregation generation, because theirs was the last American generation to promote and enforce heterosexual white people, particularly heterosexual white males, over everyone else.
Particularly blacks, but also Hispanics, Asians, homosexuals, the disabled and women of all colors. Segregation was the law in every state, supported by custom, politicians and the courts and there was no way around it. Until Dr. King decided to kill it. And did.
And, oh, how the segregation generation fought to try and keep it. And lost. Perhaps the greatest generation is their consolation prize. But it’s absurd.
Posted in Obsessions, South of the Border, Texana, The Culture
Tagged the segregation generation, the whites only generation
It’s very logical, too logical for Frogs and others who insist on their contrary forms of measurement. Fortunately, despite all our Europhiles and their attempts to dissuade us from God’s measuring system, we’re still clinging to logic. And if our own Little Barry tries to force yours on us via executive order, we’ll just ignore his sorry arse.
Face it Froggies, there are those who have used the metric system and there are those who have walked on the moon. And every air traffic controller in the world today, including in Frogland, still uses our measurement for aircraft speed and altitude. And not yours.
Via Instapundit.
Posted in Blogosphere, Obamalot, Obsessions, Science/Engineering, The Culture
Tagged Fahrenheit vs Celsius
This accusation of dual citizenship (U.S. & Israel) of NPR’s “reporter” Diane Rehm against Vermont U.S. Senator Bernie Sanders is an old, old libel against American Jews who support Israel “too much” for the likes of Ms. Rehm.
Notice that she didn’t phrase the remark as a question, but as a statement: “Senator, you have dual citizenship with Israel.” Which Sanders denied, of course, because there is no such thing, as even the dumbest anti-Semites seem to know.
I don’t know if her name is pronounced ream, but it should be. That’s the type of “journalist” National Progressive Radio employs. Your tax dollars at work.
(Just for the record, Diane, I saw on Facebook that you were hired by NPR after losing your hamburger-flipping job at Wendy’s.)
Via Instapundit.
UPDATE: Not only is she part of the progressive left media, and the progressive left is increasingly anti-Semitic, Rehm also is an Arab. Well, that explains it. She’s another Helen Thomas, and just as ugly. BTW, Rehm has apologized, for whatever that’s worth. Not much these days, as every two-bit racist knows. She knew what she was doing, as even TPM notes. She should be fired. But she won’t be, of course.
Posted in Blogosphere, Israel, The Culture
Tagged Diane Rehm, NPR's suspicious Jews, NPRs dual-citizenship libel
I used to use this old line as a joke with Mrs. Charm. Like when she drove up to Fort Worth to visit her mother. I’d say it on the phone. Mrs. C. didn’t understand. Forgiven for what? she would gripe.
I couldn’t remember where I’d gotten the line. Now, thanks to Wikipedia, I can. Sort of. I never saw the play (1950) or the movie (1952) which Rotten Tomatoes’ Tomatometer gave an 83 percent. So I must have heard the line in an ad for one or the other on television. When I was a child of six or eight years old.
I am surprised to find out that Little Sheba was a dog. I don’t think I’ll tell Mrs. C.
Posted in Mrs. Charm, Obsessions, The Culture
Tagged Burt Lancaster, Come back Little Sheba all is forgiven, Terry Moore, William Inge
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