I heard you! Yes, we were charging WAY TOO MUCH for shipping on the Mohammed t-shirts. It’s been changed. The shirts remain $19.95, but the shipping is down to $6. Sorry - lesson learned!

Go forth and get one for the infidel in your life.

And if you live in Toronto, I’ll waive the shipping in exchange for Starbucks and hand deliver it to you!

I’ve been out of Kansas and Castle Argghhh! for a little over a week. And today the Castle lost one of the Imperial Guard. Little Girl retired today.

In other feline news, I send hugs to my dear friend Kris, who lost Precious today, too. Precious passed suddenly, in Kris’s arms on the way to the vet.

Perhaps the two furry ladies will meet in another place and befriend each other.

Let them niggras die, right?

Oh wait, maybe not.

In fact it’s the white guys they hate, but they set a very dangerous precedent. Anyone can now challenge this precedent to say that fundraising for anything - from tsunamis to sikle-cell - is too divisive and should be scrapped. Disgusting.

On the birth of his daughter, Autumn.

She is 7 pounds 2 ounces and healthy.

All the best to Mike, Sarah and baby Autumn. They’ve had a long day, but it’s been well worth it!

Man, I’ve been needy this year, haven’t I? Leap years have always been a troubled time for me for some reason.

Thanks to those of you who can help.

Now, another favor, though not for me this time. I figure if you’re in a generous mood, you can help two people. Me, and the other Serf of Argghhh. This is for my American readers only:

Does anyone have or know of a logistics company that needs an OTR driver? Argghhh is currently housing another jobless rescue, but unlike me, this one can actually work in the USA.

Lemme know via email: rightgirl@girlontheright.com

Thanks!

Today is Remembrance - or Veteran’s - Day. At 11 o’clock this morning I was asleep, battling the flu. So be it. So I didn’t get a good post written to mark the day.

Instead, I offer remembrance to Grandpa John (my now deceased ex-grandfather-in-law) who had it even worse than many, and who came through with good grace intact.

And I offer this piece by Fenris, on the state of our nations today. This is NOT what my two grandfathers fought for, and it isn’t what Grandpa John fought for - or even against. God save us all.

I walked out to the barn, well past dark. I knew where to place my feet so as not to trip. Hauling open the door of the barn, it was pitch black inside. I wasn’t afraid of falling, and didn’t reach for the light. I could hear the radio in the background, in Beth’s workshop.

As I creaked open the old wooden door to the workshop, I could make out the words from the radio:

Orson Wells, performing War of the Worlds.

Awesome. I couldn’t have planned a spookier moment.

A Huffington Post writer stabbed her former lover more than 200 times with a screwdriver and then tried to conceal the slaying, PalmBeachPost.com reported.

After committing the gruesome crime, Carol Anne Berger, an election correspondent for the Huffington Post, reported her former flame missing, then fatally shot herself a day later, police told the Web site.

Lt. Gary Chapman said Jessica Kalish, 56, a software executive, was found in the backseat of her BMW on Oct. 23, the Web site reported.

Was it Palin Derangement Syndrome from having to cover the election? Nope.

Kalish had been stabbed with a Phillips-head screwdriver 220 times, he said, with wounds concentrated in the back of her head, back, arms and face. A blow to Kalish’s neck likely killed her, Chapman told the Web site.

Burger and Kalish recently had hired an attorney to sell their house and split the revenue. Kalish had met another woman and spent hours absorbed in cyber-dates with her new companion, PalmBeachPost.com reported.

Ah, hell hath no fury… As that of a scorned woman with a tool belt.

I blame Bush (as it were).

Sometime shortly after I would normally fall asleep, Beth came a-knocking at my door to wake me. It was time to get dressed and go to the Dole Institute of Politics at the University of Kansas. This morning they held a Town Hall event hosted by the local morning radio team, EJ & Ellen. The idea was to get a variety of opinions on the election and candidates. The group between 7-8 (that was us) were “average” voters (’cept for this lonely Canuck). The 8-9 group were students at KU (who mostly came for the free breakfast - hell, that’s why I went!).

Anyway, because it wasn’t to be just another day on the farm, I put on a dress, and slipped my swollen, broken foot into my Nine West butter-soft leather heels I got as a post Christmas gift when I went to Hawaii in January. I love those shoes, and rarely get an opportunity to wear them - black and broken toe be damned! As a testament to my unbelievably high tolerance for pain, I managed to walk despite a) broken toe, b) twisted ankle and c) only one cup of coffee. That last part was a bitch, seeing as it was still the middle of the night, as far as this girl was concerned.

The Dole Institute is absolutely beautiful, if slightly creepy in a mausoleum sort of way. I realize it bears the man’s name, but the shrine to Dole - and it really is a shrine - is a bit unnerving. The staff however are true gems of the Midwest. Some of the nicest people you will ever meet, including their top dog, Bill Lacy. Pundits may remember Bill from the Reagan/Bush Bush/Quayle years. I also got to meet one of the Deputy Directors of the Institute, Lawrence Bush (no relation). He’s a friend of John & Beth, and a really nice guy. Funny, too.

The first crowd - us grownups - was pretty even in terms of who they would voted for. There were three conservatives at our table, and three liberals. Somewhere in the room there was an “undecided” couple, which worries me - how can you still be undecided at this late stage of the game? Have you been under a rock for the last year of campaigning? Subjects covered included racism, ageism (misogyny was ignored) and leadership experience. Mostly though, there were commercials. This is why I hate listening to commercial radio (d’uh). There’s an ad break every 2.5 minutes. WTF? So we sat there for over an hour to have approximately 10 minutes of discussion about the election. For this I got up early, and wore the shoes. Jesus.

Anyhow, when the grownup segment ended, the working crowd left for their respective jobs. One of the libs from our table passed by and leaned down to make a rather creepy comment about my cleavage, while his wife stood next to him. I told him to behave and wished the wife a good day. Democrats - I’ll never figure ‘em.

Beth and I hung around for a while to hear what the future of America had to say for themselves. Ohmygod! America is doomed, with the exception of a few shining students (of both party persuasions) that talked about things like the future, and security, and health. The rest of these whiny brats living off their parents’ dime were focused on only one subject: Themselves. Who will do more for students? Who relates to me the best? Who uses the most technology (newsflash, kiddo: people who don’t work 9-5 in offices really don’t hang out on Facebook that much)? Who is younger and cooler? Doomed, I tell you. we had to leave before our heads exploded. We consoled ourselves in the fact that though students love to preach about a candidate, they rarely get out and vote.

Can I just say that Lawrence, Kansas is an adorable little college town? Love it. I hope we go back again soon. Though maybe I would be more comfortable and fit in better if I wear Birkenstocks.

John Hawkins has a collection of violent quotes from left-leaning individuals. Remember, the left considers itself peaceful.

“If I had my way, I would see Katherine Harris and Ken Blackwell strapped down to electric chairs and lit up like Christmas trees. The better to light the way for American Democracy and American Freedom!” — Democratic Talk Radio’s Stephen Crockett

“If I got (Condi Rice) a** on camera, I would put my Mars Air Jordans so far up her butt that the Mayo Clinic would have to remove them.” — Spike Lee

“Why couldn’t, uh, why couldn’t have (Rush Limbaugh) croaked from it instead of Heath Ledger?” — Bill Maher

“It’s good (Michelle Malkin’s) in D.C. and I’m in New York. I’d spit on her if I saw her.” — Geraldo Rivera

Canada had better make room.

H/t Tammy

The Steyn verdict is coming down today. For real this time. As soon as it’s in, we’ll be recording Monday’s Brass Balls Radio with Pete Vere, co-author of The Tyranny of Nice. We’ll also try to get Mark himself back on again soon.

UPDATE: The BC Human Rights Tribunal threw out the case! It’s over, and Steyn is finally presumed innocent. No word yet from the Sockpuppets.

I’ve had a couple of writing assignments that have kinda clogged up my busy goat-feeding schedule. Because of that, I may not be able to present you with my first e-book on October 17 as previously discussed. I will try, but no promises. Meredith is barking for it, as she read the first half and is dying to know how the story ends. I know, but I’m not telling.

Send money. I had a look at my online account yesterday, and I am so badly overdrawn that I hope one day to reach zero. PayPal button is to the right. Alternatively, go buy me some cheap Ford & GM stock. I just wanna see what it’s going to do over the next 12-18 months. Curiosity killed the Canadian?

ACORN. Jeez, really? They’re getting busted in almost every bloody state, and still The Messiah is ahead in the polls? Is that with or without the Dallas Cowboys voting in Nevada?

We ought to breed these. They’re so goddam cute - and my Chihuahua can play with them!

I took a quick trip through my Google reader this morning, this 7th anniversary of the devastating attack on freedom. The Canadian blogs really intrigued me. Those of us on the right: Shaidle, Dust My Broom, Blazing Cat Fur, Small Dead Animals and more all had tributes to those who died that day.

The blogs of the left: Scott Tribe, Canadian Cynic, Dr. Dawg and Warren Kinsella all write entirely about the Canadian election and why Stephen Harper is eeeevil. Kinsella even adds a very important post about his band’s party tonight - September 11th.

I guess Stephane Dion was right when he said it wasn’t easy (izzy) to make priorities. Rock on, lefties. It must be nice having a childhood that never ends.

Really, really sick. Go elsewhere for your bloggy goodness today.

Today, while on Post at Leavenworth with the Donovans, I was lucky enough to see the Patriot Guard in action. There was a graveside service today for SPC. William Mulvihill. As much as I wanted to, I held back from taking pictures. It was an awesome sight to see them all rolling by behind the funeral cortege.

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Like Paris Hilton. Or Barack Obama.

AIDS in the Western world is not an issue that affects me, except in that I come from a country with socialized medicine into which I pay taxes. I am heterosexual. I use condoms when I engage in sex. I do not practice dangerous sex. I do not use intravenous drugs. No matter how many songs and movies are written about how important the AIDS “crisis” is, I’m afraid it’s not really my problem.

I am a recovering fag hag. And no matter how often I would try to talk some sense into my friends over their unsafe promiscuity, it was like talking to a wall. They weren’t interested. So why should I be? I wasn’t going to sit there and laugh along with them about their latest round of antibiotics for an “oops” at a bath house. Wendy, like God, helps those who help themselves, and if you’re going to continue to ride some guy’s ass bareback, I really can’t keep mustering the sympathy for you.

Neither can Barbara Kay:

Rent was conceived as a postmodern reincarnation of Puccini’s opera, La Bohème. The romantic disease of Puccini’s age was Tuberculosis, at the time incurable, and associated in the popular imagination - as AIDS is today - with a libertine, bohemian lifestyle. Then as now a disproportionate number of those afflicted were artists and their circle.

Since creative types were those best equipped to manipulate the cultural message, TB and now AIDS sufferers have been enshrined in plays, novels and movies as innocent victims, whose moral agency in contracting the disease is brushed aside as immaterial. In fact, casting any blame on AIDS victims for their situation, even though AIDS is 100% preventable (not the case with TB), is, thanks to gay artists and their media minions, culturally unacceptable.

Ayman Al-Zawahiri may have been killed in an airstrike on July 29.

We can only hope (because Obama doesn’t own the rights to hoping).

Happy 20th anniversary to the true pioneer of right wing talk radio - Rush Limbaugh.

Rush is partly responsible for my turn to the right, though in a rather unusual way. After my mother died, I had a lot of trouble sleeping. In the mornings, when Dad left for work, I would get out of bed and curl up on the couch under a blanket with the TV on. I would usually manage to fall back to sleep right around the time Rush came on. Perhaps, by osmosis, much of my righty-ness seeped in during those hours on the couch. All I know is right about the time Janet Reno called for the broiling of innocent children in Waco, I was good and fed up with the Clinton administration.

Anyway, Rush was recently given an unprecedented $400million by Clear Channel to carry on for another eight years, with his wit, his satire, and his common sense.

Happy Birthdy, ElRushbo.