— Conservative Lesbians —
- Pearl Harbor and the Price of Isolationism
- A Thanksgiving Truism from Pat Sajak
- The Thanksgiving Trick: Look Who’s Coming to Dinner
- Veterans Day
- Just What Is the GOP Mandate?
- GOP Wins, But Will it Deliver?
- Vote Republican!
- 9/11 Memorial Anniversary: Remembering What It ISN’T
- Flipping America the Bird, British Style
- The Ferguson Race Baiting Festival (In Tweets)
- America The Movie: Challenging Ameriphobia
- Happy Independence Day, America!
- A Mother’s Day Reminder
- May Day: Victims of Communism Day
- Stamps Celebrating Gay SadoMasochism—No Licking Required
Explore All Posts
We should give thanks that our country still stands…despite the number of turkeys we’ve voted for over the years.
Amen to That!
Ding-Dong! The Illegal Freeloaders Are Here!
After spending way too many hours of my life yesterday listening to the hysterical Negative Nellies of Conservative Talk Radio spew out their obsessive mandate madness, I’ve decided to toss my hard-earned two cents worth of wisdom into this debate.
Rush Limbaugh is excoriating the Republicans and the conservative media in general for not running with what he perceives as the glorious political mandate given to Republicans after their massive nationwide victories on Tuesday. And that mandate, according to the Rules of Rush, is simply Stop Obama: Stop Amnesty, Stop Obamacare, Stop the Progressive/Socialist agenda. Period!
Well, Mr. Limbaugh is correct, yet incorrect. Yes, the GOP has been given the Stop Obama mandate, BUT—yes, there is a BUT. The GOP has also been handed a second, contradictory mandate. And that one goes like this: Get on With Governing: Stop the Confrontations, Stop the Gridlock, Stop the Drama.
To deny that the electorate is sick and tired of the DC drama, to deny that Tuesday’s election had anything to do with good governance is sheer fanatical obtuseness. For gosh sakes, how obvious can it be that the Republicans have been placed in the driver’s seat by the American people to lay the groundwork for good governance—to move the economy forward, to ease tax burdens, to submit a balanced budget, to secure our borders, and to serve as a counterweight to the unconstitutional antics of Barack Obama. And yes, good governance also includes putting a stop to amnesty and Obamacare.
The worst approach Republicans could take in January is to come roaring out of the senatorial gate with an aggressive in-his-face confrontational agenda. Charles Krauthammer is correct—the GOP needs to be smart and disciplined. They need to put forth their vision for America and they do that by consistently pushing legislative bills that have broad American appeal, then sit back and let the Progressive shill in the White House veto himself into utter irrelevance. Any and all confrontation must be initiated by Mister Left-wing. Obama must be the sucker caught in the glaring spotlight of obstruction and ideological fanaticism, NOT the Republicans.
To begin their tenure in 2015 by initiating a full-stop Beltway battle is, in my humble opinion, suicidal for the Republicans. And the Screaming Meemees of Talk Radio who are clamoring for an all out frontal attack against Obama and his policies are too egotistically stupid to grasp the strategic failure of such an approach. You don’t defeat the Obama hydra with a trumpet-blaring, drum-beating charge of the Light Brigade and expect to hold the high ground of public opinion. Instead, you kill the monster with a thousand cuts inflicted by the legislative pen of the oh so reasonable and oh so sensible Republican Senate.
Yep, the bloody battles and confrontations will surely come. But that Big Lame Duck on Pennsylvania Avenue will find himself quacking away at a general public that has become so utterly disgusted by him, his party, his policies, and his panderers. And by A. D. 2016, the Democrats will discover that their progressive party has traveled from the magical land of majestic pseudo-Greek columns to the burnt and charred wasteland of political Armageddon in just eight short years.
Today, let us enjoy this sweet, sweeping victory. The Republican Party made great gains last night, not only in the Senate and House races, but also in Governorships within states that are very very Blue. With the sad exception of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, that forward thinking cross-the-aisle fortress where only unionized government employees can sell you a bottle of booze, the GOP radically kicked Democrat butt.
All eyes are now on Mitch McConnell, that daring dandy from the state of Kentucky, who supposedly will lead the Senate in its heroic charge against the Left-wing brigade of Barack Obama. Hmmm. Forgive me though if I find the image of Mitch-Is-Their-Bitch McConnell courageously slicing and dicing the Democrats a bit of a barely believable fantasy. But today is not the day for such speculations, although the Conservative Talking Heads are already piling on with the Doomsday doubts, the divisive despair, and the neutered negativity.
At least for the next few days, let us hold in our minds eye, jaundiced though it may be, that powerful perspective of a reinvented warrior. Let us envision our Majority Man Mitch as a Ninja Nightmare ready to wreak havoc in the halls of the capitol building. Well, try anyway.
Here in Pennsylvania today, I’ll be casting my ballot for Can’t-Do-Much-of-Anything Corbett, the pathetic Republican schmoe running for a second term as Governor. The big lummox is behind in the polls, so my vote will be in vain but I do my duty despite the despair. I can only shake my head in frustration and disgust at the Republican Party’s ability to continually dig up such no-name, do-nothing dinosaur dolts. Thanks to their ineptitude and stupidity, Pennsylvanians will be saddled with an Obama-loving, Left-wing loon. The good old Republican party, shooting itself in the foot once again.
But across the nation, much bigger issues are at stake. So even if you have to hold your nose to vote for the Republican senatorial candidate in your state, take a deep breath, squeeze hard, then cast that ballot, pull that lever, push that button for the Republican!
It Isn’t OUR Fault
It Isn’t Just a CRIME
The 9/11 anniversary is a time to remember the atrocities committed against us in the name of Allah and also an opportunity to focus on the folly of Islamic appeasement, a deluded political ploy that has conspired to make Americans even more unsafe than ever. How can we defend ourselves against those who would harm us if we are blinded by the idiocy of a ‘progressive’ ideology hell-bent on obfuscating reality? How can we protect ourselves against a barbaric horde when globs of politically evil eyewash are rubbed into America’s visual consciousness by the tolerance toadies and the status-seeking self-hating haters of all things American? For make no mistake, it is the contemptible parasites within Western Civilization, all those smug self-righteous pacifists, those deluded deniers, those minions of multinational nirvana, all those cultural cockroaches that infest our colleges, our government, our media, and our kids’ classrooms—these are the creepy-crawly vermin of American Armageddon.
As the 6th century Chinese military strategist, Sun Tzu, proclaimed way back before the birth of Christ, If you do not know your enemies nor yourself, you will be imperiled in every single battle. America’s primary enemies are not the Allahu Akbar-screaming meemies of Mohamedism. Far from it. Our arch enemies are the home-grown mealy-mouthers of modern society snugly cocooned within flimsy wisps of multicultural cotton candy.
Obviously, we can’t take our eyes off the frightening threat of semi-human Orcs swarming across the global landscape. But we better not lose sight of the self-serving egotistical Sarumans and the slimy gutless Wormtongues seeking to consume us from within.
Apparently, if you’re a British diplomat serving in the United States and feeling a bit overshadowed by your bigger and better ally, you simply bake a creepy cake celebrating the destruction of your hated friend’s capitol building and then tweet a commemorative photograph of this governmental goodie to all and sundry. Just a little Monty Python humor to shore-up those flagging members of the British diplomatic corps. Nudge-Nudge, Wink-Wink.
The British Embassy sent out the following tweet to the American public the other day that went like this:
Commemorating the 200th anniversary of burning the White House. Only sparklers this time! pic.twitter.com/QIDBQTBmmL
— British Embassy (@UKinUSA) August 24, 2014
Some American citizens, including myself, did not take kindly to the British government making a joke out of a wartime attack perpetrated on American soil by our now supposed friend and ally. And we certainly let the British Embassy know how strongly we felt. So within hours of their Happy White House Destruction tweet, the dimwitted diplomats apologized.
But in the wake of that stiff upper lip apology came a slew of withering criticisms from various Talking Heads and commentators, conservative ones included, on how ridiculously politically correct our culture has become. Why should anyone be bullied into apologizing for engaging in lighthearted free speech. It was a Joke! Get Over It! Enough already!
Here’s an example of the kind of chest-beating cris de coeur to be found in the blogosphere from Tim Bevan at RealClear Politics:
Our suffocating political correctness and hypersensitivity to all manner of perceived offenses are among the most tiresome features of modern American culture. We all profess to want to get along in perfect harmony, but these days any joke or quip that is even remotely controversial will get you shipped off to (Chinese style) reeducation camp. Which is why both the British Embassy and Harry Reid buckled under pressure and immediately issued formal apologies. For trying to be funny.
Well, I beg to differ. We’re not talking about an individual, representing no one but themselves, making satirical comments that some people might find offensive, comments that touch on wartime violence and racial stereotypes. We’re talking about a branch of a foreign power, and in the case of Harry Reid, a major US government representative, making questionable public remarks and displays in their official capacity. If an individual diplomat working for the British Embassy had sent out that Ha! Ha! We Burned Down the White House! tweet using his/her personal Twitter account, I wouldn’t like it, but I also wouldn’t expect them to apologize for it nor to grovel to my personal sense of proper public discourse.
Heck, if they’re going to shove ‘funny anecdotes’ about past military prowess into the communal faces of those nations who got smacked with it, then how about the British embassy in Germany tweeting about celebrating the firebombing of the city of Dresden. That’s sure to get a lot of laughs. What?? That’s in poor taste you say? Really?? The firebombing of Dresden occurred almost 70 years ago—maybe the Germans need to get over it already. That episode still resides in recent history and is totally taboo you say? Well then, how about a little jocularity over the hanging of Nathan Hale during our Revolutionary War. Now that would be a hoot. After all, his execution was well over 200 years ago and celebrating the stringing up of an American patriot and then tweet-slamming it at the American public would be nothing more than British comedic kitsch. Turn up the laugh track, America.
Bottom line, the tweet was in poor taste—the British Embassy represents the British Government and they should have known better. Their tweet was….let’s see, what’s that word…oh yes, UNDIPLOMATIC.
But come on folks…we all know why the British Embassy went to the bother of baking a celebratory cake over the burning of the White House by British troops in 1814 and then tweeting out a photo of this cocky confection to the entire world—it was just another of many moments of small-minded, petty, petulant, and public school boy jealousies directed at their little American brother who has grown so much taller and so much stronger than their own puny body politic.
As the UK slips into its sunset years, their snotty ruling elite need to find some vestige of past glory to rub in the face of their once-upon-a-time protégé. After all, us American Yahoos did whip their butts in 1814 and then saved their rear ends in two World Wars. That’s got to be real tough for their Oxbridge brains to process especially when their whole British persona is based on a pretense of cultural superiority.
So British Embassy, here’s flipping the bird right back atcha….
#Ferguson ‘Teenager’ Couldn’t Possibly be a Threat? How Would You Feel if this Thug Came at YOU?
White Bubble Boy Seeking Solidarity with
#Ferguson Thugs Gets Attacked. And the Only Right Response is…
They despise the country upon which they feed. They loath the principles upon which their nation was founded. They disparage and condemn their home and hearth for daring to adapt so damn successfully, discounting the momentous accomplishments of the Great American Experiment while loudly shrieking out its faults and failings. They hold but one race of people, and the advanced cultural infrastructure it has created, to an outrageous standard of perpetual perfection while denying the contextual authenticity of its evolutionary struggles. And of course, in their smug self-flagellating frenzy, they naively excuse the brutal acquisitiveness and crippling cultural inadequacies of every other race and tribe on the planet under the gullible guise that these decelerated losers in life’s never-ending modernity marathon must be in some way the innocent and child-like victims of Euro-American meanness.
Yes, we all know who THEY are. They are the canker carriers, the Typhoid Mary types spreading their anti-American pathogens throughout the nation’s body politic. They themselves thrive and prosper enjoying affluent and status-powered lives as they feed upon their hated American host, all the while pumping their rabid disease into our country’s cultural bloodstream. Ameriphobia is the Number One threat facing the nation today.
So this July 4th weekend, get yourself inoculated. Face head-on the insidious infection eating away at America’s future and take a preventative shot of patriotic empowerment. Let Dinesh D’Souza’s America provide a healing cultural recovery by exposing the poisonous anthropological rot sapping the health and welfare of the world’s best hope.
Push Back Twice as Hard!
God Bless America!
Kate Smith, We Need You!
God bless America,
Land that I love,
Stand beside her and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above;
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans white with foam,
God bless America,
My home, sweet home.
God bless America,
My home, sweet home!
Motherhood Begins in the Womb
“When we consider that women are treated as property, it is degrading to women that we should treat our children as property to be disposed of as we see fit.” Elizabeth Cady Stanton
“The so-called right to abortion has pitted mothers against their children and women against men. It has sown violence and discord at the heart of the most intimate human relationships. It has aggravated the derogation of the father’s role in an increasingly fatherless society. It has portrayed the greatest of gifts–a child–as a competitor, an intrusion and an inconvenience. It has nominally accorded mothers unfettered dominion over the dependent lives of their physically dependent sons and daughters.” Mother Teresa
“I certainly supported a woman’s right to choose, but to my mind the time to choose was before, not after the fact.” Ann B. Ross
Happy Mother’s Day!
80 to 100 Million Murdered
Visit the Global Museum on Communism to get an in-depth understanding of the massive horrors committed by these ideological tyrants and their bureaucratic toadies, all in the name of The People.
You would think that the mass murder atrocities committed under this banner of collective oppression would be common knowledge today. But instead, the Commie Kitsch curriculum taught in our universities and the Commie Cool culture that allows perennially adolescent idiots to strut around in Che Guevara T-shirts dances to the tune of totalitarian revisionism. Such brainless brats, cocooned in the financial warmth of capitalism, need to be smacked in the face with the revolutionary realities of communism. I think a two-year internship living and working as one of The People in either Venezuela or Cuba so as to better imbibe the sordid dregs of Marx’s maggot-ridden manifesto would be more than enough to provide an anti-communist consciousness-raising experience for these spoiled pseudo-activist poseurs. Don’t you?
And let us not forget that there’s an ex-KGB thug attempting to revive the Soviet-style ‘glory’ days using the marching jackboots of an old-fashioned 19th century expansionism.
This year’s Victims of Communism post gains added relevance due to recent events in Russia and Ukraine. The ideology of Vladimir Putin’s regime is authoritarian nationalism, not communism, and its misdeeds are orders of magnitude smaller than those of the Soviet Union. The threat it poses to the West is likewise far smaller than that of its predecessor.
Nevertheless, it is significant that Russia’s current ruler is a former KGB colonel, and a longtime apologist for communism who has called the fall of the Soviet Union “the greatest geopolitical catastrophe” of the twentieth century. If a former Gestapo or SS colonel became chancellor of Germany and began repressing opposition media, persecuting gays and lesbians, annexing territories that Germany lost in World War II, and calling the fall of the Third Reich the greatest geopolitical catastrophe of the twentieth century, there would be a great outcry. The Volokh Conspiracy
May Day is a day of remembrance, a day of sadness, a day of mourning for those millions of men, women, and children, slaughtered by a mindset that disdains human dignity and despises human individuality. We must never forget that The Collective can only breed cattle; it can never give birth to the God-inspired miracle that is man.
Apparently nothing personifies high culture like a little sadomasochistic ‘erotica’, especially if it’s of the gay male variety. And seemingly nothing can proclaim a society’s sophistication and cutting-edge savoir faire like a little sexual dominance dynamic slapped across a democracy’s governmental postage stamps.
Finland, the country that withstood the horrors of Nazi oppressors and struggled under the bully boy tactics of Soviet Russia, is now celebrating a disconcerting concept of diversity by giving decadence a front-and-center pride of place. In a national tribute to the late Finnish illustrator, Touko Laaksonen aka Tom of Finland, whose illustrative cartoons graphically depict the gay male BDSM scene, the ruling elites in the Land of the Midnight Sun strongly support a play party pornography that portrays “a sensual life force and being proud of oneself”.
Yes, indeedy do! The Jackboot is back and cruelty is now cultural kitsch. Certainly, when there’s a ‘sensual life force’ at work, who are the oh-so-hum-drum drones to stand in the way of such highbrow governmental self-expression, especially when the ‘life force’ at work is emanating from a Finnish queer dear. And it surely goes without saying that ‘being proud of oneself’ is the penultimate goal of a cock-obsessed, thrill-seeking sub-culture that is sadly so very shop-worn and tatty. Hells Bells! A gay male ass with its Dominant Daddy’s puss peering through its muscled legs is the perfect symbol for a boorish bourgeois culture awash in the dysfunctional dregs of homosexual hype.
Something tells me though that if the submissive beauty boy in this power-over illustration was replaced by a whimpering female figure over-arched by a hulking he-man, the oh so wonderful ‘sensual life force’ of such a depiction would not be bearing the Finnish government’s stamp of approval.
The stamps are self-sticking and do not require any licking. For many Finnish folks, that small mercy serves as a gigantic relief. But for some queer dears and their gallivanting groupies, such a slight will be yet another sign of their continued oppression at the heavy hands of the heteros.
Just couldn’t resist. Compliments of Kid Creole and the Coconuts (1982).
Love the Zoot Suit!
Here’s a glimpse of what’s going on in Nevada at the ranch of Mister Cliven Bundy and on the grazing lands his ancestors have used for their cattle long before any federal Bureau of Land Management was created. This is what occurred as the BLM started confiscating Bundy’s cattle.
Senator Dean Heller of Nevada said he told new U.S. Bureau of Land Management chief Neil Kornze in Washington, D.C., that law-abiding Nevadans shouldn’t be penalized by an “overreaching” agency.
Republican Governor Brian Sandoval pointed earlier to what he called “an atmosphere of intimidation,” resulting from the roundup and said he believed constitutional rights were being trampled.
Heller said he heard from local officials, residents and the Nevada Cattlemen’s Association and remained “extremely concerned about the size of this closure and disruptions with access to roads, water and electrical infrastructure.”
The federal government has shut down a scenic but windswept area about half the size of the state of Delaware to round-up about 900 cattle it says are trespassing. CBS Las Vegas
It has been reported that Militia members from across the country have inundated the Bundys with pledges of support.
And where oh where is Senator Slime Ball, Harry Reid, in all of this commotion? Does he not represent the good old state of Nevada? Perhaps the Rag-and-Bone Man of the Silver State is just too darn busy demonizing the Koch Brothers to get involved in home turf cowboy business.
All of these strong-arm tactics from the federal government under the pretext of ‘protecting’ the desert tortoise. One man and his family facing the federal behemoth.
I used to be a very big Firefox fan—really loved this nifty little browser. But wouldn’t you know it, just when I had the whole bloody thing laid out exactly the way I wanted it—SLAM! The marching goosesteps of the Mozilla Technocrats come storm-trooping their way from the Silicon Valley right into my humble little home! Well, the Sieg Heils may be reverberating throughout Lefty La La Land, but here at The Lesbian Conservative, such sycophantic go-along-with-it salutes can not be tolerated.
So after testing out several alternatives and finding all of them to be annoying, stripped, confusing, cumbersome, loaded with liberal links, and/or just nowhere near as useful and comfortable to use as Firefox, I finally tripped over a recommendation for Pale Moon. And let me say, if you’re looking for an identical replica of the Firefox features and lay-out, Pale Moon is the answer to your browsing prayers.
Give it a shot….once you download Pale Moon, you will be prompted to also download another little feature that will automatically load all your Firefox bookmarks, etc. If you used any Add-Ons on the Firefox browser, you will need to click on Tools/Add-Ons and reactivate them.
Pale Moon, Identical to Firefox but without the Fascism.
After getting hassled by Kickstarter, an online fundraising platform, for daring to list the horrific crimes committed by Kermit Gosnell in their TV movie fundraising proposal, the producers of this daring documentary decided to move their project to Indiegogo rather than knuckle under to Kickstarter’s manufactured non-starter ‘guidelines’. At Indiegogo, the Gosnell film project has raised just under $500,000 in just a matter of days. The financial goal here is to raise a total of $2,100,000 within the next 34 days. If the funding goal is not reached, all donations will be returned to the donors.
You can donate as little as $1.00 to help get this important film project up and running. The video below is an introduction to the filmmakers, Ann McElhinney and Phelim McAleer, and explains why they have chosen the Gosnell Horror for their next project. These are the same film folks who produced FrackNation. To contribute to the campaign, click on the Gosnell Movie link.
Help Take Back our Culture from the Hollywood Heavies
Breitbart is taking California by storm! Yep, you heard me, CALIFORNIA. Yesterday, Breitbart News Network announced the launch of Breitbart California, the latest effort in this conservative news organization’s national and global expansion strategy.
For years, California has been written off by conservatives as too far past the point of return, but the truth is every single day there are stories worth telling about the successes of the conservative movement in California and the failures of the left-wing establishment,” said Breitbart News Executive Chairman Stephen K. Bannon. “Breitbart California is about telling not just those stories but showcasing the impact and influence the Golden State has in our culture, technology, and economy. From the growing libertarian movement at the heart of Silicon Valley to a Republican win at City Hall in San Diego, there is a fundamental shift taking shape and Breitbart News will be here to chronicle it. Breitbart
But not everyone is dancing with hilarious happy feet over Breitbart’s aggressive news incursion into the Land of Left-over Marxists. Nor are all of God’s Grown-Up Children thrilled at the Big B’s street-wise advertising campaign. Certainly, the Plastic Surgery Shrew, aka Nancy Pelosi, is not too pleased at her portrayal in one of Breitbart’s posters which are plastered all over her home turf. And not to wonder, the tag line over her sexually-posed, contorted (make believe) body reads: West Coast Politics, Because You Can’t Make this Shit Up.
It’s time for us Conservatives to do a little language manipulation, a little deconstruction and a little reconstruction of the crucial linguistic elements employed in our political public discourse. My gosh, The Collective has been engaged in this clever type of word-smithing for decades now, leaving us naive folks here on the Right to furiously bat away at each and every politically corrupted syllable and phrase.
Win the War of Words
Remember, language shapes the context of any argument. And over the years, the Left has successfully prostituted words in service to The Collective, effectively turning the English language into its camp-following whore.
So let us commence to coin our own useful soundbites. Certainly, after the firing of Mozilla’s CEO, Brendan Eich, for exercising his Constitutional right to take part in the political process, there is no word in more need of a radical makeover than Firefox. So let’s start our wordsmith efforts with that two-syllable proper noun describing the most well-known Internet product put out by the software mavens of Mozilla and Company.
To Be Forced Out of a Job for Participating in the Political Process
Example: Brendan Eich was firefoxed from his CEO position.
Keep the heat on Mozilla. Make them feel our pressure. Make them understand that the progressive bubble they inhabit in that Happy Land of Unicorns within the State of California is going to burst. Link the name of Mozilla’s most popular product with the dishonorable character of its leadership and the discriminatory practices of its corporate culture.
Hopefully, Brendan Eich is now seeking the advice of counsel and weighing his prospects of winning an employment discrimination lawsuit against his erstwhile employer. And based on California employment law, his prospects of successfully suing Mozilla are quite good.
Having been hounded from his new position of CEO at this non-profit web organization best known for its Firefox browser, Mr. Eich has been demonized as the global poster boy of hate. The political and cultural extermination of anyone (other than Muslims, of course) who fail to embrace homosexuality and its claim of normality, is hiding behind the happy smiley face of Tolerance. But the Tolerance that is being touted here is cleverly defined as acceptance and this special brand of Tolerance flows in just one direction—and we all know which direction that is. Interestingly, the last time I checked, Tolerance had nothing to do with the carte blanche acceptance of other people, situations, or opinions. Tolerance is about putting up with other people, situations, or opinions that we might find strange, annoying, or even downright disgusting. Conversion is not part of the definition.
The Collective is on the move and ever ready to obliterate any human creature who fails to figuratively fondle the political genitals of Gay Incorporated. You can hear a smug sense of mission accomplished in the comments of that 3rd rate actor, George Takei, who declared on hearing of Eich’s resignation: “Mozilla is now a hate-free zone”. Yes, Mr. Eich has been literally expurgated from the corporate coven. So rejoice, all ye faithful! Mozilla’s workplace has been cleansed and the skulking contaminate of a traditional marriage virus-carrier has been identified, isolated, and neutralized. Of course, our psychological insecurity and obsessive self-doubts have nothing to do with this pathological need to viciously search and destroy ‘unrepentant’ heterosexuals. Right, of course not.
But back to reality….Along with the myriad categories of protected classes covered by California employment law, it is also illegal in California for employers to discriminate based on political activities or affiliations. From my seat here in the peanut gallery, it seems that Mozilla’s leadership team and some of their employees made public declarations about Eich’s previous political activities and either urged him to resign or clamored for Mozilla to fire him. We can whinge on and on about an employee’s right to free speech, but it’s California’s employment discrimination law that has the final say. Eich’s political activities are protected under California law and any workplace pressure, harassment, or constructive discharge based on his political affiliations or activities would be illegal.
Let’s be clear here, Eich didn’t come under fire because of actions in the workplace. He wasn’t accused of harassment, discrimination, or creating a hostile environment against gays and lesbians. Instead, he was the victim of such treatment. The argument that an employee’s opinions, thoughts, or personal political activities concerning gay marriage, or any other issue, are tantamount to creating a hostile hateful workplace is intellectually and legally ludicrous. Under such a dictum, no worker would be safe from such charges and everyone’s job would technically be in jeopardy for daring to express a political viewpoint contrary to his/her colleagues.. There would be no end to the workplace purges and witch hunts.
Until we push back and push back hard, this form of political oppression will continue. Until someone has the cahonies to challenge this form of discrimination in court, employers will continue to truckle to the Gay Gestapo and their progressive hoards—those trendy self-important little sheep who have latched onto the gay fad phenomenon because it’s IN (for now).
A brief cruise around the Internet offered several interesting as well as a few lame articles on the Mozilla nonsense. What I found most intriguing was the support for Brendan Eich from many liberal quarters. Here’s a few pro and con opinion pieces. And don’t forget to check out the comment sections—from what I read, the assimilation process has a long way to go:
Why Mozilla’s CEO Had to Resign (New York Times). Written by some jerk named Farhad Manjoo. Mister Manjoo gets thoroughly cuffed in the comment section of this Lefty rag.
Mozilla’s Gay Marriage Litmus Test (The Atlantic). Authored by Conor Friedersdorf.
The New Torquemadas (National Review). Written by Charles C.W. Cooke.
If You’re Against Gay Marriage, You’re a Bad CEO (Slate). Authored by Will Oremus. Where do they get these guys? But even here at Slate, the liberals are having a hard time buying into the repressive methods of their progressive cousins.
And as an after thought, here’s a couple of small little steps you can take to partially break free from The Collective:
Don’t Use the Firefox Browser. Or if you just can’t do without it, don’t use any of the default Search Engines that come with it. Mozilla gets 90% of its revenue from its contract with Google. So every time you do a search from a Firefox browser using Google, you help to keep Mozilla in business.
Dump Google. Use StartPage as Your Search Engine. StartPage interfaces with Google so you don’t have to. This means you get Google search results without Google tracking you. Check out StartPage–no tracking, no data collection, full commitment to privacy.
Dump Comcast. I understand that for many folks this is almost unthinkable. But maybe it’s time to rethink the unthinkable. Remember, Comcast owns NBC Universal (NBC and MSNBC) and is in bed with the Democrat Party and the Obama Administration. Comcast is the epitome of crony capitalism. Find an alternative.
There’s a hell of lot more to be done, but give the above a try. Remember, the Capitalist Cronies and the Progressive Bureaucrats need your active participation. When the zombies start to unplug, The Collective disintegrates.
It’s March 20th—Spring has arrived! It’s been a long, long winter down here in the lower 48 and us pampered pansies have complained non-stop about the cold, sharp winds and the plague of ice and snow. But stop your whining, all you weenies, cause up in Sarah Palin country….
It’s 40 Below!
She’s Back! Sarah Palin returns to reality TV to host a brand new program entitled Amazing America. Premiering on Thursday, April 3rd on the Sportsman Channel, the Mamma Grizzly of the conservative movement will be on hand to show what manly men and womanly women like to do in their spare time. The show is slotted for 8 PM, so not to worry, the Pajama Boys should be tucked into beddy-bye by then and won’t get scared by the sight of those big burly brutes and those gun-toting gals. Mommy will leave the light on.
“It takes a certain kind of pizzazz for a politician to make the move into reality television,” said Jeffrey McCall, professor of communication at DePauw University. “Harry Reid, for example, could never find a reality television platform that would catch on. The Sportsman Channel, however, has found a great fit with Sarah Palin. Palin has a special attraction for her fans, many of whom are likely viewers for Sportsman Channel.” Washington Times
Egad! A reality show for Harry Reid. Now that’s a repulsive reverie if there ever was one. Gee, what kind of true-to-life program would fit the personality and character of that walking corpse? How about Embalming America or Bowel Movements of the Century or how about Losing the Senate in 2014? Hey, I like that last one—now that reality show would be a great big hit with the majority of American viewers. How about we all make sure that Losing the Senate in 2014 wins an Emmy?!
What could be more exciting than a run-for-your-life romp through the tourist-packed byways and buildings of one of Italy’s most artistically beautiful cities? And what could be more deflating than to discover that the supposed good guys in this modern-day Medieval/Renaissance thriller are all a bunch of illiberal paternalistic White Progressives hell-bent on saving the planet from its people?
If you fantasize about financially well-off White men with Ivy League credentials who gad about the globe on gossamer wings of ethereal righteousness saving civilization from the selfish preoccupations of the moronic masses, then you’ll probably feel a few choice tingles run up your hairy legs on reading Dan Brown’s progressive version of the coming Apocalypse.
Yes, once again, Dan Brown’s Harvard hero, Robert Langdon, is gallivanting around Western Europe and this time out he’s running for his life through the historic alleyways of Florence, the ancestral home of the medieval poet, Dante Alighieri. Struggling with amnesia, our cerebral Harvard celebrity attempts to unravel the meaning of a cryptic message encased in a biohazard cylinder. With the help of Botticelli’s modified masterpiece, Mappa dell’Inferno (Map of Hell), and with Langdon’s flawless ability to recall every nook and cranny of every twist and turn ever to be found in Florence’s Old City, Inferno’s plot whips the reader along on a ham-fisted mystery tour of the art and architecture of this Medici metropolis.
As Langdon and his ultra intelligent female companion, Sienna Brooks, attempt to save humanity while simultaneously saving themselves from getting blown to oblivion by the US government, the Italian constabulary, and a blonde bimbo assassin working for an evil for-profit consulting firm, the reader is endlessly pummeled with not-to-be-believed plot contrivances, corny literary devices, clichéd central characters, and an undisguised Progressive propaganda agenda grandstanding for the Gates Foundation and the World Health Organization (WHO).
Inferno’s main theme goes like this: The planet is faced with its greatest foe, the horrid human species. And if something drastically isn’t done to curb the breeding habits of these loathsome beasts, the earth will collapse under the weight of their collective chaos and the total economic disaster that surely will follow. Enter the World Health Organization ably represented by Elizabeth Sinskey, the older, wiser, white-haired, White woman doing her damnedest to sterilize those dark-skinned people on the African continent. Think Kathleen Sebelius. And no, Madam Sinskey is not one of Inferno’s bad boys—she’s one of its heroines. The not-so-bad bad guy turns out to be Bertrand Zobrist, yet another super intelligent White Progressive who has developed an airborne virus that can sterilize at least one-third of the world’s population. Can this not-so-evil genius be stopped before his planet-saving virus is released upon the stupidly unsuspecting masses?
Spoiler Alert! Nope, our handsome Harvard hero, along with his trusty Progressive allies, fails to stop the release of the virus and one-third of the world’s people end up sterilized. But of course, there’s a sunny-side to this not-so-terrible outcome. In the words of Kathleen Sebelius aka Elizabeth Sinskey: “I may disagree with Bertrand’s (Zobrist) methods, but his assessment of the state of the world is accurate. This planet is facing a serious overpopulation issue. If we manage to neutralize Bertrand’s virus without a viable alternate plan we are simply back at square one.” In other words, folks, Hooray for Bertrand!
Brown’s book, which runs to 104 chapters, not including the prologue and epilogue, is nothing more than a wasted read. The ‘heroes’ are attempting to stop another ‘hero’ from committing an act that they actually, when all is said and done, support—yes, creating a virus is a bit over the top, and rest assured that the Gates Foundation, the WHO, and all the other wonderful Progressive agencies would never ever contemplate such a drastic move. However, now that the deed is done, let’s secretly offer our thanks to good old Bertrand for having the balls to do what us guardians of all that is grand and good really really wanted to do.
The last section of this Progressive handbook on Armageddon doesn’t hold back on the propaganda. The Sebelius character trashes the Catholic Church for meddling in the WHO’s population control efforts in Africa. Meddling, hmmm….so the Gates Foundation can march all over Africa as it tries to stop Black people from breeding, but the Vatican is meddling when they push their own agenda there? Of course, we all know that a rich White computer geek from the USA is absolutely qualified to manipulate the breeding habits of Black people in Africa and indeed wholly justified in violating the cultural sovereignty of African nations. After all, Mister WhiteAss is saving the Planet! Nuff Said!
Onward, Rich Progressives, marching as to war;
With the cash of cronies going on before.
Gates, the royal Master, leads against the foe;
Forward into battle see his condoms go!
Mr. Brown quotes the illustrious and devoutly religious Dante at the end of this long, long progressive saga: “The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.”
Apparently Danny Boy thinks that Dante’s aphorism serves as a green light for Progressive politicos to act upon the masses as if they were mere cattle, all in the name of yet another ideological world-saving secular orgasm. By some egotistically warped brain spasm, Herr Brown and all the other We-Know-Best Jackbooters have failed to factor the obvious—that the moral aspects of any crisis arise out of the methods and means we use to solve those challenges, not out of the challenges themselves.
Sorry, Dan-O, but Dante Alighieri would be the first to point the finger of moral condemnation at the likes of you and your book.