Is there anything more galling than seeing a bunch of lily-livered liberals sitting around a TV studio denouncing everything from orange jumpsuits to Waterboarding as torture? Ask 100 people the random question, “Do you support torture?” and 95 would most likely answer, “No.” Ask those same hundred folks whether they would support Waterboarding on a terrorist who has information that could save thousands of American school children from a horribly violent death and the percentage of those who answer, “No,” is bound to drop drastically.

Yet liberals continually lump all discomfiting interrogation methods into one basket, which they’ve imperiously named “torture.” Muslim terrorists are not of the liberal-American mindset and torture is definitely relative to mindset.

Understanding Islam is the key to understanding the Muslim mindset and you won’t get there via the Bible, Hip-Hop, the U.S. Constitution or Sesame Street. You won’t get there by constantly repeating the mantra, “Islam is a religion of peace.”

African Muslims in Somalia recently lopped off one hand and one foot - without anesthesia — from each of four young men found guilty of stealing. This action was considered justice, not torture. It was carried out to great fanfare in the public square. Now, take a man fully accustomed to this kind of “justice” and place him in foreign custody. It is most unlikely that any American, save the most malevolently insane, could devise a torture half as brutal as the ones this man has already seen perpetrated against his own countrymen.

In the Muslim world, women are caned and lashed with bullwhips for wearing anything from nail polish to pants. A woman can be stoned to death in public for adultery. A man, even suspected of being a homosexual, can be summarily hanged. The modern Western mind can barely conceive of such things. Yet in the Muslim world they are quite commonplace and carried out by established governments.
Al Qaeda terrorists are accustomed to even greater brutality and, in fact, seem quite comfortable with such.

Although it was given scant establishment-media attention, in the spring of 2007, U.S. military personnel raided a safe house in Iraq, which evidently served as an Al Qaeda version of GITMO. There, our military found a manual with instructions for extracting human eyes, drilling through hands, severing hands and feet, dragging victims behind cars, blowtorching exposed skin, suspending victims from the ceiling and slowly electrocuting them, binding, beating and breaking bones to restrict breath. Detailed drawings accompanied these instructions. Also found were the actual tools of the genuine-torture trade: meat cleavers, whips, sledge hammers and the like, along with a few very scarred survivors.

Putting this into the context of CIA interrogations of prisoners in the wake of 9/11, is it not reasonable to assume that if an electric drill were spun in the vicinity of a detainee, without his full understanding that this drill would never be used by an American official, said detainee might indeed spill every little bean he had. If a man has seen Al Qaeda actually drill human hands and knows little about his own interrogators, it would seem only natural for him to be quite amenable to negotiation over the use of said drill.

Waterboarding, roundly considered torture by liberals, seems to me one of the best psychological warfare methods ever devised. You take a man, fully entrenched in archaic methods of genuine torture, a man who has perhaps even employed these himself against enemy combatants, and you subject him to an action, which you know full well will not kill him, will not even cause him the slightest physical injury and is something with which he has had no experience whatsoever, and you’re likely to garner a whole lot of valuable information that might save thousands of innocent lives. What’s not to like?

Even if we wanted to, we simply couldn’t out-brutalize Muslim terrorists. We must outsmart them, using their mindset against them.

The CIA knew stuff like this. Liberals still don’t get it. And putting myopic liberals in charge of our own national security is rather akin to giving your house keys to the starry-eyed girlfriend of a local gang leader when you pull out of the driveway for summer vacation.
It’s bound to end badly.

Anyone who ran a business the way this president runs his administration would have been standing in line at a soup kitchen six months ago. Honestly, watching this president make one brazen decision after another, without so much as asking those who’ll have to do the heavy lifting whether they’re on board, before he goes on record with another speech has been just plain painful.

News came out today that the president has asked the Justice Department to find other possible venues for the 9/11 plotters’ civilian trials. New York’s mayor Bloomberg, the New York governor and just about every Democrat pol in charge up there have finally convinced these incompetent administrators that the people of NYC do not want, nor are they going to stand for the shenanigans of a terror trial blocks away from the 9/11 attacks. Both Republican and Democratic congressmen have mounted a strong effort to refuse funding - predicted to be in the tens of millions — for this foolhardy trial, too.

I’m plum sure cities from coast to coast will be lining up for the honor, aren’t you? Cities fighting 10% and rising unemployment, cities faced with melting revenues, cities already stretched to the max with this president’s foolish economic policies are just going to be jumping at the chance to spend millions they don’t have to put on civilian trials for people who don’t deserve them. Right.

What CEO makes a grandstanding decision like this one without first getting everyone involved fully on board? None.

Which is just another reason why people with postage-stamp sized resumes do not become CEOs.

Now, I wonder how long it’s going to be before the good people of Illinois stand up in open rebellion against this administration’s plan to send Gitmo terrorists to a rural Illinois prison. As much as liberals and their bands of anti-everything-Bush demonstrators have denounced Gitmo, they seem to have utterly failed to understand the realities involved. If one does not have Gitmo, safely separated from the American mainland, then those terrorists have to go somewhere.

And, just like the NYC terror trials are proving to be, closing Gitmo has posed dire problems, evidently completely unanticipated by our teleprompted movie star in the Oval Office. The only way he has been able to get any other country to take handfuls of these terrorists is to bribe them with US aid dollars.

Now, Obama plans to send a couple hundred of these terrorists to rural Illinois, but hasn’t thought through what that will mean for the citizens there. Jack Kemp has a very insightful essay on what kinds of hardships Illinois citizens will soon be facing if this foolhardy plan of the president’s goes through. Like in Israel, whose citizens face this kind of thing every day, American towns will see armed guards on their playgrounds, armed guards in their grocery stores and restaurants, and will face having their homes with round-the-clock bull’s-eyes painted on them, just waiting for the rogue jihadist who wants to shake things up in the little town hosting his imprisoned pals.

Kemp knows all about this kind of life. He spent years in Israel.

Read all about his predictions on what we can expect once Obama brings terrorists to our own backyards. It’s an eye-opening account.

http://www.projectshiningcity.org/fp106.php

Once again, nobody with a grain of common sense thought this harebrained scheme through to its logical conclusion.

Unbelievable.

A bunch of highly educated fools are running this Country. Hold onto your hats and load up on ammunition.

Reader Beware! This article is for adults only. It’s not for the timid, squeamish or otherwise easily offended reader either. It contains explicit, graphic sexual descriptions. Any reader who objects to such subjects in the public forum should send a special note of complaint to mainstream media outlets and liberal politicians, as they are responsible for making this discussion absolutely necessary for the protection of our children.
Public commentators with huge, primetime audiences now use the phrase, “tea-bagging,” with utter impunity. Formerly respectable newspapers print columns by liberals using the phrase with perverse humor. NPR has even used donor dollars to produce a video making fun of the language of “tea bag.” The president of the United States has had the unrivaled depravity to joke about “tea-bagging” protesters. Senator Chuck Schumer (D-NY) has called political adversaries by the epithet.

Some conservatives have suggested adopting the phrase and turning it on political opponents.

I wonder whether any of these adults have considered a far uglier ramification.

Using sexual innuendo and double entendres is very tricky, quite risky business. And all grown-ups ought to know that anything sexual, which has been done between adults, has also been done to children.

Pedophilia has become nearly downright epidemic in this culture. We are living in a society saturated by unbridled sex. A new generation of pedophiles is now ginning up and getting all possible encouragement by a media and body politic drunk with power.

If so-called decent people and organizations wish to continue using the phrase, “tea-bagging,” in formerly respectable public forums, then they ought to know exactly what they are doing and how much grievous damage it is causing to those of us who have actually been “tea-bagged” by our pedophilic tormenters.  And how much damage they may be doing — at this very minute — to children being “tea-bagged” by sexual predators in the present.

You see, “tea-bagging” is the pedophile’s very best friend and ally.  I know this because it was used against me.  I’ve studied the issue of childhood sexual abuse and know that this vile deed against children is not as uncommon as some believe.  In fact, according to the most recent findings, about one in every four American women was sexually abused in some fashion as a child.  About one in five American men were as well.  Few of us talk about it openly; I’m sure you can understand why.

Now, let’s examine “tea-bagging,” which has become the liberal punditry’s favorite insult against conservatives.   Are they, in reality, encouraging pedophiles?

For those, who still remain blissfully unaware, “tea-bagging” is the homosexual slang for a man placing his scrotum in the mouth of another man. It’s meant to demonstrate domination and has sadomasochistic overtones. Perhaps the term itself did originate among adult homosexual males, but the act is, in reality, the pedophile’s diabolical delight.

Writing as one who was, as a child, repeatedly “tea-bagged” by a bisexual pedophile, I can honestly say that every time I read or hear the expression, I still - to this very day - tremble with fear and self-loathing.

“Tea-Bagging” is scathingly brilliant in its tri-fold purpose.

First, the act defiles natural human sexuality and removes the beauty with which God imbued it.

Second, the act renders the victim immediately silent. The victim’s best defense against a sexual predator is speaking the truth to alert other adults. The simpleminded act of “tea-bagging” quite reliably squelches a child’s screaming and calls for help. The victim’s only ally is her mouth; “tea-bagging” is the pedophile’s perfect solution to this thorny problem.

Third, the act of “tea-bagging” has the rather remarkable effect of rendering the child victim immediately submissive. First, there is the physical size differential. The large, adult male scrotum in the delicate, small child’s mouth (and usually, covering the nose as well) gives the immediate impression to the child that she is being smothered. The torment and defilement of the act, perpetrated upon an innocent child, veritably ensures that the child will remain acquiescent to the predator’s future actions.

And there you have it. This is hardly the stuff of jokes.

The pedophile uses “tea-bagging” to bring another innocent to the dark side, her only defense - her voice - silenced in shame.

Shame.

It stalks its victims for their whole lives. No matter where we go or what we do or how much we accomplish, the memory of defilement by the tormentor’s “tea-bag” never leaves. These memories are recorded, along with the trauma, in the senses and remain entrenched. The shame seems nearly imbedded in the cells, as though it has become part and parcel of one’s soul, not to be completely extinguished until one’s passing from this life.
Shame on our Country for allowing this kind of perversity to enter the public forum. Shame on every enabler of this evil, whether on the public airwaves or in print media. Every decent American ought to be fiercely outraged by this blatant encouragement to pedophile perpetrators.

You see, the pedophile plays adroit mind games with his victim, always attempting to persuade him or her that these acts are not only acceptable, but fun. Victims, both former and present, are now being doubly abused by this public spectacle.

Nightmares. Flashbacks. Difficulty eating. Difficulty speaking. Self-imposed solitude, the result of our everlasting fear of people. These are just some of the milder, most personal trappings of adult life for the survivors of childhood sexual abuse.

For the little child victims, who now - at this very minute — are being subjected to the torture of “tea-bagging” by sexual predators, I can only pray and weep. And speak out on their behalf.

As so-called adults continue to joke about these children’s agonizing torment on television, these young victims are being doubly abused - now. Just imagine the anguished confusion of an eight year old victim of a sexual predator, who accesses Urban Dictionary, identifies with the secret deed, then hears commentators joking about it on TV. The child understands it is no joke, but looks to adults for clarification and understanding. When adults joke about this kind of torment, the resulting confusion in the child sows seeds for later mental breakdowns, drug abuse, life-threatening promiscuity, suicidal thinking and acts, sexual criminal activity. And on and on the list goes.

Children are being victimized every day under our very noses.

Right here. Right now. Perhaps even behind the closed doors of the lovely home next door. Pedophiles are found in every race, creed and socio-economic group. They cross all boundaries and are often those whom one would least suspect of the heinous crime. A teacher. A priest or minister. A father. A scout leader. A neighbor. An uncle. A brother. A coach. A TV personality or movie star. Pedophiles thrive in darkness and prey on the most vulnerable among us, our precious children.

Sadly, some children who are thusly defiled, grow up to identify with their abusers. Some of the very people making the most fun with this sexual slang were quite likely child victims, who now attempt to hide their shame in either joking about it or actually perpetrating the crime on a new generation. There is no way to know for sure. Only about 3% of those who commit sexual offenses are reported and eventually convicted. It is a crime that thrives in secrecy. And pedophiles always know that these odds are on their side, not their victim’s side.

At the very, very least, these liberal enablers must be apprised of the true extent of grievous injury they have brought - and continue to bring — to scores of victims through their adolescent insensitivity. And no conservative ought to even consider adopting the phrase, for in truth, its use defiles not the intended butt of the joke, but the perpetrator.

Anyone who thinks “tea-bagging” is a cute joke, needs to think twice. Anyone who thinks calling his political foes “tea-baggers” is funny, might want to reconsider.

For, in reality, pedophilia is no laughing matter.
For more information on childhood sexual abuse, here is a good website:
http://www.leadershipcouncil.org/1/res/csa_myths.html

And another: http://www.advocatesforyouth.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=410&Itemid=336

The State of the American People:  Angry.  The Scott heard round the world demonstrates America rising.

Great video says it well:

Here we go again. Even before the Thanksgiving turkey made it through the leftover cycle, the now-annual, national Christmas squabble began.

Neighbors in a stew over a manger scene in somebody else’s front yard; call the ACLU. A store won’t call their evergreens Christmas trees; it makes the evening news. A company’s catalog says “holiday” instead of “Christmas”; a boycott is announced. Somebody get out the volume of Supreme Court rulings labeled, “Christmas,” so we’ll know which way the Christmas winds of justice are blowing this year; it’s all capricious nonsense. This bickering is downright sacrilegious.

Time to plan the little tykes’ holiday pageant; Santa is fine but Jesus is banned. Santa brings sugar-laden candy; call the AMA. Now that you mention it, he’s too fat; call Jenny Craig. Put the reindeer on hold and call the PETA; animals are people too. Santa says “ho”; cover the children’s little ears. Please, does it get any sillier than this?

We’re not really celebrating Christmas on the right day. Jesus wasn’t born in the winter. It’s mostly recycled pagan ritual anyway. They didn’t even celebrate Jesus’ birth until a couple of centuries after. The Church just co-opted a bunch of Roman stuff and made it conform to Christianity. Who really cares? A symbolic feast is a symbolic feast is a symbolic feast.

Christmas is too commercialized. It’s not commercialized in the right way. Don’t dare misappropriate our holy day for ghastly profits. Buy, buy, buy or the retailers and their families will suffer. How dare they put a Coca Cola in Santa’s hand? What, you prefer Pepsi?

My teacher said, “Merry Christmas”; I’m scarred for life. No red and green this year; it says “Christmas” loud and clear. No, it’s really a holdover from a way, way, way bygone year. Just another pagan thing, you know. Hang a wreath; don’t hang a wreath. Only a live evergreen will do. Artificial trees are more ecological. Get some mistletoe and kiss yourself.

Good gracious, who cares!

I’ve had it up to my neck with the squabbling, the nit-picking, the analyzing and every other little bit of scrooging and religiosity. None of this bickering comes across to me as even coming close to the joy-to-the-world Christmas that I believe God intends it to be.

I take my Catholic faith very seriously; it defines my life. But I’ve never been a form-over-substance person, so I can’t get all worked up over what appear to be insignificant details. And it seems to me that when we take our eyes off Christmas’ meaning and get caught up in the details instead, we hurt God much more than any societal slight ever could.

I think it just might be time we get down to brass tacks on the matter and ask ourselves simply:

Whose Christmas is it anyway?

Christmas, as defined by the Church, is supposed to celebrate God’s supreme gift to mankind for all generations, past, present and future. As Christians, we believe that Jesus, born in Bethlehem in the land of Judea, is the Messiah, foretold by the prophets.

And we believe, according to our sacred Scripture, that when he was born, an angel appeared to the shepherds guarding their flocks in the fields, and proclaimed: “Do not be afraid; for behold, I proclaim to you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For today in the city of David a savior has been born for you who is Messiah and Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was a multitude of the heavenly host with the angel, praising God and saying:

“Glory to God in the highest! On earth peace, good will toward men.”

Luke 2:10-14 (New American Bible)

Just how we got from that idyllic scene of glory, peace, good will, good news and joy for all, to the current state of squabbling over every little detail, is a 2,000 year up, down, right, left, east, west and every which way story. But the bottom line is that Christmas belongs to God.

His idea. His Son. His angels. His manger. His gift.

Truth be told, if God were anything at all like Santa Claus, and he had asked us humans first what we wanted, most humans would probably have opted for a gift quite different than the babe in the manger who was supposed to hold the promise of internal soul-peace that surpasses understanding.

I don’t intend to give up a minute of that peace this Christmas paying any attention whatsoever to a single squabble. Everywhere I go, I’m going to share Christmas in a smile with everyone I encounter.

As for my husband, me and our house, we will shut the door tight this year against the cacophony of Christmas squabbling, and seek the peace of Christ in our own way.

We’ll hang the wreath on the door and not worry over whether a pagan ever did the same to honor some other made-up god with a wacky name. We’ll don the tree with the all-white lights, because to us, they most resemble the star of Bethlehem, and as we gaze magically upon them in our darkened living room by the fire, we will also be reminded that we know Jesus as the light of the world. We’ll hang our ornaments one by one, old and new, and talk about the year our little ones pulled the tree over and broke every single breakable object in sight. We’ll remember that Santa, to us, has always represented the spirit of sacrificial giving, and we’ll try to play the merry ole fat guy for each other. We’ll put up the dozen golden angels over the mantle, and spread our collection of crèches all over the house. We’ll spike our eggnog, roast our turkey, and enjoy our friends, both Christian and non-Christian alike.

We’ll rejoice in the freedom to worship our God in joy and song and dance, not only in sacred liturgy. We’ll try to rekindle warmth with our neighbors and look for any who might be alone or neglected. We’ll buy gifts for the children of strangers just for the happiness of the smiles we won’t even see.

We’ll stay up late for midnight Mass on Christmas Eve, and as our hearts are lifted to the heights of heaven on the majestic chords of the Gloria, we’ll imagine that we were there on that starlit night, and heard the angels sing. And we’ll know - yes, we’ll know - that nothing else matters one little bit.

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight.”