John Kriesel back on the frontlines for us

I've written about Sgt. Kriesel a couple of times, and I think about him often.

After having had the honor of meeting John, and having looked the man in the eyes I'm not surprised at all to find that he has picked up the weapons available to him back at home to continue the fight against our enemies, foreign and domestic.



As long as we have men like John on our side, we've got nothing to worry about. Honest to God; watching this guy tackle life humbles me to the core.

Keith X Hakim-Ellison quotes St. Mark

I was alerted to that Keith X Hakim-Ellison (D-CAIR) has created a “spiffy new website” recently, so of course I headed on over to see what I could see.

While immersing myself in Hakim’s platitudes I noticed a link to a sermon that Hakim had given to the parishioners of St. Joan of Arc Catholic church.

Now, I’ve written about the goings-on at St. Joan’s several times in the past, so it’s not the simple fact that they would invite the likes of Keith X to lecture them on Catholic morality; heck, I wouldn't have blinked an eye to learn that Hakim had been wearing a Bishops hat and fishnet stockings at the lecturn. And it’s not the content of X’s sermon that brings my fingers to keyboard; it is mostly a rehash of the same platitudes that his website is filled with.

No, what caught my eye was that Hakim chose to close his sermon by quoting St. Mark (capitalization in the original).

"I WANT TO CLOSE WITH THESE WORDS FROM Mark Morford, San Francisco Chronicle columnist"

Yes, dear friends…he means that Mark Morford; patron saint of KY jelly and butt plugs. Have I gotten your attention? Good.

Let's do a little quiz game, shall we?

Which passage do you think that Hakim chose to regale the good Catholics at St. Joans with?
Was it St. Mark on dildos?

I cannot imagine not being able to walk into a nice clean well-lit store staffed by friendly funky well-informed employees with interesting haircuts and walk out with an armful of friendly dildos.

I cannot imagine not being able to walk right in on any given Christian Sunday to Good Vibrations here in the City (or Toys in Babeland in Seattle or the Hustler store in LA or any number of other such clean 'n' decent 'n' prurient storefronts around the land) and stock up on sex lotions and potions and gadgets and gizmos on a whim, on a second date, on a weekend, before Valentine's Day, on Easter, on Christmas, just for the hell of it or because the SO winkingly suggested it or the giddy carnal urges demanded it or because I needed to buy sexy birthday gifts or just because my supplies were running low and I have yet to install that in-bedroom three-gallon
Astroglide wall pump.

Was it St. Mark’s concern for children?

Which is to say, what if our schools, from kindergarten on, from our earliest textbooks and curricula and chalkboard diagrams, contained unashamed and unembarrassed and all-natural and healthily playful and (as time and age permitted) deeply informative and honest and raw and real information about human sexuality, all woven naturally into the curriculum much like math and reading and biology and revisionist world history and all those lies about World War II and Vietnam and Communism and religion? I mean, can you imagine?

And what if said information was designed to be all about natural, respectful, consensual sexuality, as honest and fleshy and complicated and potentially harmful but as ultimately gorgeous and peculiar and raw as human sexuality is so stickily wont to be?

In other words, would a relaxed, sex-positive education planted like a hot seed from a very early age not affect a gradual and rather luscious sea change in the overall sexual attitudes of the culture, much the way you can slowly train the ear to hear nuances in music in or the eye to see the divine in nature the tongue to taste God in a bottle of Lagavulin 16? You're goddamn right it would.

Or was it St. Mark’s famous love thy slut passage.

Sluts are good. Sluts make America proud. The world needs more sluts. I contend
this without shame or conflict. God bless America.

So, then, let's put it this way: You know what the world needs? More sluts. Not the limited ones and not the judged ones and not the ones that little dink-monkey rabbis get to point a scraggily little finger at and go, icky icky icky. Rather, we need more of
the self-defined sluts, luminous or divine, ugly or silly, egregious or
annoying, regularly nonjudged sluts who can do whatever they want and sleep with
whomever they want and who don't have to worry about what the hell "progressive"
men or "enlightened" columnists or gum-snapping bimbo "Bachelor" bait have to
say about it.

There. That is indeed, truly, what the world needs. Also, world peace. And lots of free lube. And less religious puling. Is that too much to ask?

Ah, but wait. St. Joan’s calls itself a Catholic church…Hakim probably chose St. Mark of the See.

Verily, isn't it about time the world, not to mention God herself, let this one remaining Roman Empire crumble into dust?

No, it wasn’t any of those. The passage that Hakim chose to quote speaks to nothing if not to what a Morford scholar Hakim really is. If you dared follow the link, you know that Mark Morford is the Prince of Perversion, the King of Kinky, the Supreme Spewer of hatred towards everything that put America on the map.

Somehow, Keith X Hakim-Ellison found a paragraph from Morford that does not express his love of dildos, or butt plugs, or felching, or Prince Albert’s or anything sticky at all (forgive me my candor, I have just had to spend half an hour reading Morford’s archives and I’m a little woozy). And it didn’t contain one word of Morford’s white hot hatred of Republicans, or white men, or Christianity, or the Catholic Church, or self restraint of any sort.

Yes friends, through years of study, Keith X found what has to be the single example of St. Mark Morford’s writings that didn’t contain a single offensive word.

Who says Keith X doesn’t know his bible? Oh yes, he knows it well.

In fact, that is my point.

Before Keith Ellison's conversion to the Nation of Islam, he was raised a Roman Catholic. One has to wonder how in the world he managed to stifle his laughter as he quoted Mark Morford to a Catholic church congregation.

Does anyone think he would have chosen that quote while speaking in a mosque? Are you fucking high?

This was nothing by a sly way for Keith Ellison, US Representative from Minnesota, to wipe his ass on the Catholic Church, and don't you ever doubt it.

UPDATE: Yes, Ellison was speaking to the congregation during mass.

Thursday union bashing!!

Yeaaaaa! It’s that time again kids…let’s light up my favorite example of where a union career will get you, that loveable lump of goo we call Da Wedge, like a candle shall we?

Alriiiighty then.

The screed we will amuse ourselves with is written, you will recall, by an unkempt, fat, lazy Communist wannabe who parlayed a failed college education into a career on a tire assembly line, then morphed himself into an especially ugly secretary who will type up your resume for you, but will only blow you under the desk if your name is Markos Mouilitsas Zuniga.

Just because he now spends his days in a crappy little apartment wearing thrift store couture doesn’t mean Da Wedge has forgotten his glory days as a union tire builder, no indeed!

Today, Da Wedge has a case of the red-ass over the UAW’s capitulation

Check it out

Hmm. I think the time is coming when a change in war plans may be necessary. If labor keeps winning battles in this fashion, radical members will be justified in saying WTF? and going with the ISO plan.The ISO plan? When I was involved in the divestment movement at the University of Iowa, the International Socialists Organization could always be counted on to push for more radical agendas. Their hope was to ensure defeat, because they did their best recruiting when activists were despondent over a defeat.

Yeah, the unions need to get radical. But they damn sure don’t need the ISO to ensure defeat any more; union goofs routinely settle for less than the original offer these days after a week or so on the line. And these days, there aren't even any hookers to be had..

In their case that meant getting laid by one of the ISO hooker-recruiters, but in labor's case that strategy is translated as burning down facilities, beating people up, trashing scabs' cars and engaging in general terroristic activities. (Note: I'd call it "labor unrest," but our in-the-bag newspapers will surely call it what the Bushies say to call it.)

Corporations and large institutions no longer fear labor. Reasonable people may think that's a good thing, but reasonable people forget that when you hold a worker's family hostage by controlling their access to healthcare, you're nothing more than a fucking terrorist.It's all in how you define things. How is letting a child with cancer die for lack of timely treatment less reprehensible than smashing someone's face for crossing a picket line?

Heh.

You know, I LOVE crossing picket lines. Loooove it. Hell, if I happen to pass a picket line, I’ll sometimes stop to visit a business that I have no business with if it means I can drive through and wave.

It used to be real fun.

Back in ‘86, I had the opportunity to engage in my playful nature while visiting a Coca-Cola plant in Richmond, CA to fix a bottling line. The engineering manager had told me to drive through the back gate to get in, so I did.

To my joy, I was greeted by three pitiful looking fellows sitting around a fire in a 55 gal. drum (thinking back, I wonder if they could see their futures in flames). As I drove through, one fellow jumped up and spit…yes spit, on my window.

I figured the guy had meant to wash it (the strike had been going for a couple of months, he could no doubt have used a couple of bucks by then), but couldn’t find a clean rag to finish the job with. Being the helpful fellow I am, I jumped out and showed him how his hair could be used to bring that window to a high gloss and tossed him a buck. Thanks buddy!

As I recall, that polishing lasted the rest of the week (quality union work indeed!), and I was happy to have the opportunity to thank that fellow for the rest of the week as I finished my job…good times.

And then there was that time at the 3M plant in Allentown, PA...ah, but that is another story, and it doesn't matter any more; that plant is shut down tighter than Kelsy's nuts now.

These days though, porking a picket line isn’t as much fun, even when I’m lucky enough to find one. I don’t think I’ve heard a peep from anyone for years…guess things changed after Da Wedge went to ground.

You know, it seems to me that the UAW has learned its lesson, and may be for the first time in its existence, actually acting in the best interests of its membership…but that’s just crazy talk isn’t it Wedge?

Today, the MOB celebrates the birthday of an American Hero.

Today, the MOB celebrates the birthday of American Hero Paul R. Smith, who joined that most elite of all companies on April 4, 2005..

The President of the United States of America, authorized by Act of Congress, March 3, 1863, has awarded in the name of Congress the Medal of Honor to

Sergeant First Class Paul R. Smith
United States Army

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty:

Sergeant First Class Paul R. Smith distinguished himself by acts of gallantry and intrepidity above and beyond the call of duty in action with an armed enemy near Baghdad International Airport, Baghdad, Iraq on 4 April 2003.

On that day, Sergeant First Class Smith was engaged in the construction of a prisoner of war holding area when his Task Force was violently attacked by a company-sized enemy force. Realizing the vulnerability of over 100 fellow soldiers, Sergeant First Class Smith quickly organized a hasty defense consisting of two platoons of soldiers, one Bradley Fighting Vehicle and three armored personnel carriers.

As the fight developed, Sergeant First Class Smith braved hostile enemy fire to personally engage the enemy with hand grenades and anti-tank weapons, and organized the evacuation of three wounded soldiers from an armored personnel carrier struck by a rocket propelled grenade and a 60mm mortar round.

Fearing the enemy would overrun their defenses, Sergeant First Class Smith moved under withering enemy fire to man a .50 caliber machine gun mounted on a damaged armored personnel carrier. In total disregard for his own life, he maintained his exposed position in order to engage the attacking enemy force.

During this action, he was mortally wounded.

His courageous actions helped defeat the enemy attack, and resulted in as many as 50 enemy soldiers killed, while allowing the safe withdrawal of numerous wounded soldiers.

Sergeant First Class Smith’s extraordinary heroism and uncommon valor are in keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and reflect great credit upon himself, the Third Infantry Division “Rock of the Marne,” and the United States Army.

Sgt. Smith, who would have been 39 today, is survived by his wife Birgit, and their children Jessica, and David.

We should be proud that our country is still capable of producing men of Paul's character and unselfishness. And we should honor the sacrifice of such men at all times. Paul left his family with an enduring honor and the gratitude of every American.

Happy Birthday Paul..and thank you.

ps: Thanks to Chief at FreedomDogs for the excellent graphic artwork and for his enthusiasm in joining in to honor Paul.

More Star&Sickle crew jumps aboard the SS Soros

Former Star Tribune edotorial page moonbat in charge Jim Boyd is the latest in a string of shitcanned out-of-work leftists that have traded in their "journalist" credentials to be reinvented as freshly minted George Soros sock puppets.

I think it is entirely fitting that they do so, and I'm sure they'll do a great job at MiniMoni. After all, these moonbats have spent an average of 10 years collecting a paycheck for spewing socialist pap while claiming to be neutral journalists....now they don't have to lie about their motivations, just who is providing the paycheck.

Seems like a pretty fair trade-off to me.

Best of luck Jim, we look forward to many years of side-splitting amphigory from you and your team!

Good bye, and good riddance.

What else is there to say about a "Republican" that gets a weepy farewell sendoff from the Star&Sickle, to say nothing of every moonbat screed on the internet.

For conservatives, this is a win\win situation any way you cut it. Chances are that well get another Republican in there to replace the rammer...and who knows, maybe Phil Krinkie has a cousin living in the district.

But even if a Democrat were to win (fat chance), we'd be better off with a full-blown moonbat than half a moonbat wearing a GOP lapel pin.

The left reacts to President Bush's speech

The local leftwing blahgosphere reacts to the Presidents speech last night with their usual calm, thoughful commentary....



Don't forget to wipe that spittle off mom's computer Jeffey

Shorter Wedge: “I’m a fucking idiot, been one all my life!”

Ya gotta love this idiot…

Back in my freedom loving days (before I let Karl Marx into my heart and began studying all His works and His ways) I was a conservative prick too. I got thrown out of high school for writing an underground newspaper [every conservative has written an "underground newspaper at one time haven't they?~ed.], and had to apologize to some people before I could come back.

Hero of the Counterrevolution? No, just a mean-spirited little shit who made fun of a
retarded classmate and wrote a rude story that played on how well "stacked" another classmate was. Later on in college [which he never completed~ed.], I was silenced again when I used the word "nigger" in a classroom discussion.

I had learned the word from Mark Twain [is that what you called your daddy?~ed.] and couldn't imagine that there was anything wrong with using it in an academic discussion [probably true...hell, he couldn't spell academic before spellcheck~ed.]. For that too I was brutally oppressed. (People looked at me funny.)

Well it’s good to know that the Wedge has changed his ways…as a self described student of Marx, today’s Wedge, is no longer "little" in any sense of the word.

He has been remade into a blob of steaming goo that slouches it’s way down to the 331 bar in Minneapolis each Thursday to swill down a beer or ten and reminisce about his golden days as a semi-literate union goof on a car tire assembly line. (See kids? That's why you don't quit school!)

He never, hardly ever, uses the pejorative "N" word to describe black Americans, and has long since almost stopped mocking mentally retarded people.

As to noticing how “well stacked” a woman is, well, it appears that those days are long gone too…today’s Wedge is all about the “package”.

Conservative? Heh.

No Wedge, you were never a “conservative”…you’ve just been a very confused asswipe all of your life; and trust me here pal, people still look at you funny.

Credit where credit is due.

Democrat candidate for US Senate Mike Cereci has unequivocally denounced a full page ad purchased by George Soros astroturf group “Moveon.org” that suggested US Army General David Petraeus is a traitor (Orwell is surely spinning in his grave).

General Petraeus should receive the gratitude of the nation for his service. Attacks on his veracity and patriotism have no place in the critical debate that Congress must have on Iraq. There never has been any question of our military’s ability to achieve the “military objective” of dampening down violence as a result of our troop surge. Indeed, the nation’s resolve in going after terrorists is an objective supported by all Americans.

I don’t respect what Cereci has done to accumulate his wealth, and I don’t respect his politics, but I do respect his candor. Noticeably absent from this discussion is any sign of discomfort with Moveon at the Franken campaign cave.

Leftists are rarely on the right side of anything. Indeed, this is the first time in a very, very long time I’ve heard or read anything from any Democrat that I find in any way honorable and I’m happy to give credit where credit is due.

One cannot help but wonder what the crew of our local astroturf enterprise (Minnesota Monitor) will be thinking when they cash their weekly Soros paychecks. One thing is certain, we will never see them cast aspersions, nor disagree in any way with their fellow employees at Moveon.org.

Surely sir, you jest....

We interrupt our continuing coverage of the public employee strike at the U of M to bring you this amusing bit of news....

Nuclear warheads mistakenly flown on B-52
Colonel Homer Simpson relieved of duty.

A B-52 bomber mistakenly loaded with at least five nuclear warheads flew from Minot Air Force Base, N.D, to Barksdale Air Force Base, La., on Aug. 30, resulting in an Air Force-wide investigation, according to three officers who asked not to be identified because they were not authorized to discuss the incident.

The B-52 was loaded with Advanced Cruise Missiles, part of a Defense Department effort to decommission 400 of the ACMs. But the nuclear warheads should have been removed at Minot before being transported to Barksdale, the officers said. The missiles were mounted onto the pylons of the bomber's wings.

I suppose we should be grateful that they weren’t attached to the fuselage with duct tape.

Air Force spokesman Lt. Col. Ed Thomas said the transfer was safely conducted and the weapons were in Air Force custody and control at all times. However, the mistake was not discovered until the B-52 landed at Barskdale, which left the warheads unaccounted for during the approximately 3-1/2 hour flight between the two bases, the officers said.

So, how do you follow that act? Why with the best non sequitur of all times...

"Air Force standards are very exacting when it comes to munitions handling," Thomas said.

...and he's not done yet!

"The weapons were always in our custody [so far as we know~ ed.] and there was never a danger to the American public [so far as they know~ed.]."

At least they haven't shown up on E-Bay yet.

Breaking News!

Star Tribune photographer captures public employee breaking a sweat!



AFSCME drone Bob Jones is caught on film with a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead as a fellow member looks on in agitated disapproval.

Film at 11:00

UPDATE: PO'D has just learned that the disapproving party watching Bob break his historic sweat was not a fellow AFSCME member, but is in fact the business agent from local 188 of the Brotherhood Of Strike Sign Staplers (BOSSS) who was sent out on a tip that there was cross-trade stapling occurring at AFSCME headquarters.

The unidentified agent was quoted as saying "I'm not sure which outrages me more, Bob stealing work from his brothers or the sweat. If this gets to management we will all lose our sweat disability coverage; something has to be done."

Story at 11:00

Faced with difficult circumstances, Governor continues to show real leadership.

Governor Tim Pawlenty has given over an olive branch to a Democrat led legislature that is too busy chopping down the tree from which it came to notice.

Flood relief, increased taxes, increased investment in our transportation infrastructure, all things that the DFL peanut gallery claims the state to be in dire need of are back on the table. In return, the Governor asks that the Democrats restrain their zeal for outright confiscatory rape of the taxpayers and stick to the agenda they themselves have outlined.

Perhaps the Governor remembers the special session called by Jesse Ventura in 2001 which ended with millions of dollars in new spending that had been voted on and turned down in the regular session brought back from the dead.

(As an aside, it is interesting to note that then Senator Carol Molnau took the opportunity to try and redirect motor vehicle taxes back into roads and bridges.)

In any case, one might think that the glaring hypocrisy of the left might begin to wear on some of the more reasonable Democrat legislators, but as of now it appears that the Democrat tolerance for ruthless pandering remains insatiate.

It is fortunate that we have such a dedicated and thoughtful man to guide the state through such tumult.

A lesser leader might be tempted to succumb to the hue and cry of such reliable leftist muckrakers as the Star & Tribune’s editorial staff and deliver us into the chaos of an unscripted special session led by a group that cannot even trust it’s own membership as far as it can be thrown.

Instead, we see a man who is determined to throw a wet towel on Democrat plans to open the public treasury to unchecked pillage for as long as it takes to wear down opposition.

Stay the course Governor; we’re with you on this one all the way.