Eva Peron, socialist goddess. The children sang:

Barack Obama, community organizer. The children sang:

It’s Birthday Week once again! On Friday, I will turn 32 for the first time. I may do it again next year - I’m undecided. Anyway, now’s a good time to show your love by getting in my Top Spots or hitting the PayPal button on the right.

I know, the economy sucks. That’s why your little gift will mean oh-so-much to me!

Or, go order me a copy of Tyranny of Nice!

Are you a mouth-breather? Are you idiocratic? Do you believe in democracy in its truest sense? Think Gutenberg did a good thing bringing books to the people?

Well, the National Editor of the Ottawa Citizen hates you.

The Players: AP - Andrew Potter, National Editor; KO’M - Kady O’Malley; SR - Scott Reid (beer & popcorn guy)

AP: What worries me, though, is that we’re seeing the “democratization” of politics, in the most literal sense of the word: The people — the great idiocratic mass of mouth-breathers out there frantically swiping the drool off their keyboards as they Google around for “dirt” — are running the campaigns now. There aren’t war rooms anymore, directed by parties with smart, educated, responsible adults in charge — it’s Hobbes’ state of nature as imagined by Mike Judge.

And Scott Reid thinks all bloggers are hard-up virgins. I think we’d be kinda hard pressed to convince anyone of my virginity, after selling tail in my 20’s. Can I be a born again?

This week our guest is Kathy Shaidle of Five Feet of Fury, discussing her new book about Canada’s Human Rights Commissions: The Tyranny of Nice. This is a subject important not only to Canadians, but to our American listeners, too. This book is required reading before you cast your vote in November!

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It seems that job options for devout Muslims are pretty limited. Or at least, the parasites try to convince us that they’re limited in the wicked West, leaving only welfare (jizya) as an option. I mean really, when you bring your sixth century education over here, you are pretty much left with cab driver or warehouse worker. And only Muslims seem to know how to fuck up even those most simple of professions.

A muslim is suing Tesco for religious discrimination after having to carry crates of alcohol as part of his job.

Forklift truck driver Mohammed Ahmed [How did we know his name was going to be Mohammed?], 32, worked in one of the supermarket giant’s warehouses for eight months before quitting ‘in protest’, an employment tribunal heard.

He claims he was forced to leave because handling beer, spirits and wine is against his strict Islamic beliefs and that he was victimised when he asked the company to give him another role.

Let me tell you how I think this played out.

Mohammed: Work is haaaarrrd!

Achmed (neighbor): This is England. You don’t have to work. The cursed Infidel will pay for you to stay home and pray.

Mohammed: How can this be? They do not pay the jizya here.

Achmed: Yes, they do. They call it welfare. You just have to complain enough so that no one will hire you, and then you get to collect the welfare. It is the Infidel word for jizya. Make the swine-eaters pay!

They may not be smart enough to work, but they are certainly smart enough not to work.

It wasn’t so very long ago that Canada was debating homosexual marriage. During that time, the homosexual lobby was screeching about churches fighting them. The churches had tax exemptions, they said, and therefore shouldn’t be involved in a political issue.

The worm has turned. From today’s Star:

Canada’s interest groups have a lot to say, especially those concerned about poverty, women’s rights or the environment. And rightfully so. Their staff, volunteers and contributors care passionately about their issues. But many advocacy organizations appear to have been stifled from expressing their opinion during the current federal election campaign. That’s unfortunate. Indeed, it could be argued, this is when their views most need to be heard.

The problem is that many advocacy groups are registered charities, and federal income tax rules forbid them from getting involved in partisan politics. These rules are long-standing, but the charities were issued reminders in 2004 (when the Liberals were still in power in Ottawa). They were specifically warned that they could not endorse a candidate, post election signs and or give money to a party.

My guess? The Toronto Star editorial board does indeed think “advocacy groups” should be heard, but that they don’t include religious institutions in their view.

We taped a great interview with Kathy Shaidle today, regarding her upcoming book, The Tyranny of Nice.

Tyranny can be pre-ordered here. Catch the show on Monday!

Boss and I took a two-day road trip through the heartland to pick up a puppy in Wisconsin. Though the trip was way too long as far as I’m concerned, it was really a beautiful drive. Well, except for the blowout on the way there, and this on the way back. And yes, we bought cheese.

Lunch in the Boondocks, Iowa.

Meet Buffy the Coyote Slayer, age 8 1/2 weeks. Cute, huh?

Worth two in the bush. Just found her this morning, bopping around outside the barn.

I’m quite sure that if we had any neighbors out here at the farm, they would have heard the screaming. If there’s one thing I’m real good at, it’s screaming. My lungs - despite recurring pneumonia that began when I was a toddler living in the damp and dirty tenement slums of Montreal - are strong, and my voice is loud. I scared the chickens today.

Very much like my experience in January jumping out of a plane at 14,000 feet, today I faced my fears by learning something new. Keep in mind, though, that I come from a land of concrete. I moved from those dirty slum basement apartments to giant hi-rises overlooking the cities of Montreal and Toronto. Grass, to me, is something to be smoked, not mowed. And so today when I hopped on the zero-radius seated mower and began spinning in wild circles, I was petrified. Chickens and propane tanks made for effective slaloms. Hills and ditches had me moaning on the way up and shrieking on the way down. Beth was highly amused, even though it looks like her lawn was mowed by drunken circus monkeys (that’s not far off, really).

Those of you who have lived in the suburbs all your life are laughing right now, and with good reason. It was hilarious to watch, and I even found myself laughing, too. Mostly out of fear! Where I come from, trees have metal grates around the bottom of the trunk, allowing them to be watered through the sidewalks in which they grow. The word “park” generally means a paved space with a few benches and little shade. City people complain of hay fever without every having come into contact with actual hay. So to say that this morning’s wild circles and arcs were a bit scary is an understatement.

Next stop: The tractor!

View the trailer here!

It opens on my birthday. I think they planned it that way.

What have you done lately to help yourselves?

Or asked for money, or a trailer or anything else.

Dr. Melissa Clouthier talks about surviving hurricane Ike. She includes mistakes that she made that she has learned from. Imagine that! As well as things she did right that she’s glad about.

A back-up generator is not a luxury. When figuring a cost-benefit analysis, the food lost alone (we had a side of beef in a deep freezer), a generator pays for itself after one power outage. So, we need to get a generator. In addition, relief organizations won’t get into the area with ice for at least three days, maybe four. By that time, food is wasted.

We didn’t have enough batteries. I waited until too late to check on how many I had. By the time I figured out we needed more, they were sold out at the store.

Guns and gun training are a must. The police simply cannot be everywhere, but criminals are remarkably effective at being where the cops are not. So, we need to get both.

Full tanks of gas. This is a no-brainer but I was surprised how many people were desperate for gas right after everything hit. Lack of preparation has consequences. We needed the gas because we decided to leave The Woodlands. We were at least 100 miles or so out of the area before there were working gas stations. An empty tank would have left us stuck. Also, I was using the car to charge my cell phone every night. The car is an excellent generator. I’m thinking about electric cars too. Wouldn’t get too far with one of them, would you? Trucks are mighty nice in this situation. Our Suburban could be filled to the gills with kids, dogs and stuff and had a nice big (albeit guzzling) gas tank.

Landline, AT&T and Sprint telephone carriers. At one time or another at least one was working–mostly. That was a relief. Its one thing to be without internet (and at my level of addiction that’s painful), it’s another to be without a way to communicate period.

Thanks to JB Walker for the Twitter Song at the end of the show.

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I haven’t blogged for a few days, and that has left me agitated. Therefore, I thought I would share with you some of the things that annoy the crap out of me. In no particular order:

Billy Mays yelling at me on TV during every commercial break. Why is he allowed to yell? Do people actually buy stuff from him?

Pressing “1″ for English, be it in Canada or the USA.

The fact that my hosting has come due, and I can’t pay it. PayPal button is to your right. **Ahem.**

Margaritas having more than 500 calories. A curse! How else can one prevent scurvy in these troubled times?

The time it takes Twitter to refresh. Too many scripts running the the background.

People who don’t have basic spellcheck. Tabernac, people, why don’t you just download Firefox and let it do all the hard stuff that you never mastered in highschool? (ironically, FF just told me that “spellcheck” “tabernac” and “highschool” are not words. Well, fuck you then.)

That different rules apply to offers and contests for Quebec, Alaska and Hawaii. WTF?

That I am a better American than many Americans, yet I’m not actually an American! And in all fairness, that I am a shitty Canadian, and that there are many good Canadians who just happen to be Americans. Can’t we just swap out under NAFTA? No paperwork required? I’ll stay down here, and Tim Robbins can give up 60% of his Hollywood income in Canadian taxes. Sounds fair to me…

The CBC.

The BBC.

Bill Maher.

Chicken poop. I have reached my level of tolerance for chicken poop. However, I now think I am mastering bulimia because of it… look forward to a thinner me!

Toronto. All of it. Except Kathy.

My latest at LadyBlog, on the mangling of the latest incarnation of Luce’s The Women.

So very, very bad.

From this little slut, Princess somethingorother. (If you can dish it, you’d better take it, dear)

It’s amazing how much “she” sounds like our own Cynic…

Swish of the combable tail to Pony Pal David

Hmmm… Remember, you can denigrate women as much as you want, so long as you are an abortion-obsessed lefty. If you are a conservative, you are merely a cunt.

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I used to hate Sundays. Hated them with a passion. Any Sunday, any time of year, regardless of whether or not I had to get up the next morning.

Yet, here in the country, it just doesn’t seem to be an issue anymore. Sundays are just like any other day: Get up, drink coffee, do some chores, hang out. Make margaritas, go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. Sundays just don’t hurt anymore. I noticed that earlier in the evening, when I had to head into town for a few dinner-related groceries. I was halfway to town before I realized it was actually Sunday. And when I realized it, I didn’t even flinch.

I wrote earlier about the latest celebre du jour duty shirker who ran off to Toronto to hide from his duty in the eeeevil American war.

Well, turns out there’s way more to the story.

Well, let’s start with the basics. First, SPC Jemley is in signals intelligence; despite the fact that he knows Arabic, he will never ever be required by the Army to interrogate anyone. Indeed, without obtaining the Human Intelligence Collector MOS and then certifying, he would be breaking the law were he to try to do so.

The contractor job at Guantanamo that he complains about had nothing to do with his military career. He used his training and security clearance, paid for by the US Army, to get a highly paid civilian contractor job, and then supposedly balked at the requirements. No one in the Army ever required him to go to Guantanamo. No one in the Army could order him to work as an interrogator at Guantanamo. If you are afraid that “coercive techniques” might possibly constitute torture, you probably shouldn’t apply for jobs where you might use them–never mind the fact that the worst you might face is getting fired when you refuse to do so.

Go read the entire smackdown at Sig. He’s in the same unit, under the same commander. An insider’s take on the cowardice that drove Peter Jemley to flee to Canada.

Unmentioned is what would happen if Jemley came back–he’d be re-classed into some other non-Intelligence job and could finish out his enlistment and earn an honorable discharge. Even after deserting, MAJ B was willing to give him a chance. No dice. Unmentioned also is the fact that he will never again be trusted with my nation’s secrets either way–he’ll never be in danger of being called to interrogate anyone. Ever.

Steyn gets in a heap of trouble for saying Muslims are outbreeding us in Europe, and our demography is changing globally. For pointing this out he has had to face the Court of Marsupial Magistrates, the Sock Puppets of Doom, and months of ridicule from the left for allegedly fearmongering. Of course, it turns out he’s right (as usual).

Muslim hate fanatics plan to take over Britain by having more babies and forcing a population explosion, it has been revealed.

The swollen Muslim population would be enough to conquer Britain from inside, they claim.

Fanatics told a meeting of young Muslims on the anniversary of the 9/11 atrocity, that it would then be easy to impose Sharia law on the population, the Sun newspaper reported.

Speaking at a meeting in London, Anjem Choudarry, right-hand man of exiled preacher Omar Bakri Mohammed, said: “It may be by pure conversion that Britain will become an Islamic state. We may never need to conquer it from the outside.”

The only question is how bloody the transfer of real estate will be.