The de-Christianization of America is different from mass immigration. They?re coming into a country whose institutions no longer enforce a certain morality. They?re coming into a country, half of which is deeply secularized and says keep your language and your separate institutions and your ethnic entitlements. And the other half is deeply traditional. It?s not just that they?re coming into a country that?s bifurcated. They?re bringing beliefs and ideas and languages in such enormous numbers that that alone would make it far more difficult to assimilate.
— Patrick Buchanan
Why is Pat Buchanan still around? What religion does this man represent? What church does he preach at? Who ordained him?
This man will use any ploy, misrepresent any fact, spin any tale, simply to …
to …
I don’t know. What’s his point? What is he working towards?
He espouses a desire for a more Christian world. And he has all the trappings of a patriotic American. But his narrow, ill-conceieved view of these environments makes me think he is simply in love with his own voice.
I believe he is a very learned man, (though i wouldn’t go so far as to say intelligent). He speaks well, and knows how to spin almost any point to his advantage.
He could be a great leader if he wanted; I’m sure. It’s too bad for him that his head never stays out of his ass long enough to gain much of a following.
This entire interview of hsi is baased upon two flawed facts.
The first one is easy: English. It is not the national language of the United States. It just so happens it is the most commonly used language. Whatever language(s) are in widespread use in this country should be recognized, and not suppressed. By virtue of it’s own momentum, English is the language of business and international power and trade. Any group of people so dedicated to their own cultural sovereignty that they refused to add English as even a secondary language — they will be left behind. This is a very reasonable argument. Unfortunatly, it isn’t the one Robertson chose to make.
Secondly, Pat Robertson seems to have trouble with the word “assimilation”. I believe he has confused it with ‘obliteration’.
This land, from it’s very founding as colonial properties, has been a haven for any person to come and be themself, when they most often cannot be in their original homes. Pilgrims come here to practice their own religion. Haitains come here to live freely without an opressive govermment. A collection of farmers fought here to be able to have control over their own lives and commerce.
We have accepted refugees from every country on earth. We have reached out and help countries being overrun by madmen with ideas of superior races in their minds.
But Pat Buchanan seems to believe that this country cannot survive unless each persons cultural heritage and person beliefs are surrendered to the good of the state. That diversity is the biggest threat to America.
Assimilation, Mr. Buchanan, is not the process of taking something in and utterly subornitaing it to the current standard. That is obliteration. Assimmilation is taking in the new, and adding it to yourself, so that you are something more than you were before.
So we have room for all new ideas, Pat. But your ideas aren’t new. Ignorance and bigotry are very old, and very tired.
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I’ve really got to thank PETA for showing us all that stupidity is it’s own reward.
In case you haven’t met these people, they are basically the Keystone Cops of the animal rights movement, constantly finding the most ridiculous method of protesting animal cruelty.
Yes, I actually had a former employee of PETA tell me they were going to send a complaint to McDonalds because there was a tray of roasted chicken in one of their ads.
I can’t remember exactly where this took place; I just heard the story on the radio this morning. But some town in the midwest, I believe, holds a fairly regular deer culling, to thin the heards before snowfall in hopes of preventing starvation.
Obviously PETA was hot over this. Since all the hunters involved are required to wear those orange field jackets that make them look like construction cones, PETA decided to capture and release about 400 deer, after attaching orange jackets to them. The idea being, that the hunters would think twice about shooting anything in orange.
However, despite what Deliverance might teach you, not all hunters are braindead hicks. And the hunters were armed with shotguns, which required them to hunt from close range. So they had no trouble discerning deer from man.
And with a local shop keeper offering rewards for the return of the jackets, especially with bullet holes in them…
well, lets just say there won’t be any starving deer in one town in the MidWest this winter.
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It’s more than a little fucking sick that with almost every charity in North America suffering severe cutbacks, people are complaining about the money New York City families will recieve if they were involved in the world trade center.
It’s sick.
Absolutly no money will make up for the actual loss of a person.
And yet in all likelyhood, most of the survivors annd families are going to be millionaires once they collect all their checks. And still people are complaining it isnt enough.
Well fuck you.
We aren’t here to rebuild your lives for you. We aren’t here to make you feel good again. All anyone could do is support those in trouble while they rebuild their own lives.
There are people out there every day losing family and friends to murder, starvation, illness, and accidents. None of it is fair.None of them will be driving away from the funeraal in a limo though.
Get over being a victim. If you aren’t strong enough to rebuild your own life, how will you help those around you? As if you cared.
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It’s a miserable day in the neighborhood.
All the forecasted snowstorms are here. Unfortunatly, they mistook rain for snow. It’s a dull gray day with sub-freezing rain covering the City.
I froze my cahones off just going for groceries. I can’t be the only one who’s sick of the weather. The subway escalators sounded like Humback whales today, groaning their way up a 150 feet.
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This is World AIDS Day.
This is a shitty day.
This is they day we cannot allow ourselves to forget the people living and dieing with these diseases.
HIV and AIDS are not pretty diseases, or particularly epic. Your body simply becomes so weak it cannot defend itself from the smalest of infections. You won’t die of AIDS, or anything to dramatic. You will most likely be snuffed out by a common cold.
Death by runny nose.
And there are 40 million people who have experienced this so far.
Forty Million.
That is just an insane number.
Nearly 1 out of every hundred people is infected with at least HIV. That would be like wipeing out all of the Metro New York area, and beyond. This is an epidemic. And it is not going away.
Don’t be lulled into a sense of security by the lack of news reports. These reporters just can’t find a story any more after 2 decades of overindulging themselves on it.
This is a uniquely human disease too. What other species would continue to so rapidly spread a disease that is so hard to transmit. I mean no insult to the people living with AIDS or HIV, but in todays world, you would be hard pressed to not know about it, and how it is spread. Only an radical exchange of bodily fluids.
Of course I am wierd, but it has been a long time since I had contact with a major dose of anyone else’s bodily fluids.
So how do we have 40 million people suffering?
While I hope and dream we find the resources to cure this disease, I am more seriously concerned with educating people to the point where a cure is not so vital.
This brings us to the close of my brief attempt at being someewhat meaningful.
I leave you with a few links, to organizations who deal with AIDS, that I have personally worked with. These are not business people. They generally make little money. And have no hope of curing the disease or making a major difference to the world. But they saw people suffering, and they want to do whatever they can to help. AIDS Nutrition Services Alliance National Episcopal AIDS Coalition National Minority AIDS Council
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Good people are concerned about:
homelessness
the environment
pollution
global warming
AIDS
equality
recycling
violence
corruption
moral decay
the state of youth
sexual deviancy
representation
inflation
servitude
enlightenment
embarasment
speech
nutrition
eloqution
faith
preservation
and the definition of life
Right?
I said right?
How the hell am I supposed to accomplish anything?
Thankfully I am above such things as good and bad. But what about you mere mortals? Can you manage to do more than pay lip service to ‘the list’. Can your consience be satiated by the truley dedicated pursuit of just a single or few of these causes.
Can you put away the soma long enough to do something, no matter what it takes, about anything?
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Apply a little mental energy to this one and tell me what you come up with:
In order to prevent telemarketers from calling you and harassing you, companies are now selling you a devise to erase your number from their systems.
*insert mental strain here*
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okay… just shut the fuck up. We don’t need a world trade center eulogy at the beginning of the freakin Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.
These disasterS (with three s’s) will not haunt our lives because they were especially tragic. They aren’t going away because you won’t shut up about them.
There is a time for all due respect and mourning. But when my family is killed in a car crash, you don’t discuss it with me before everything I do.
You shut up and learn to get on with your life.
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Fuckin hell. I just wrote a long article on filtering software and decided I needed to erase it. Cause it was crap. The whole thing is pretty simple.
Filtering software, and the companies that make it, are lying to you.
I’m not talking about goofy glitches like when CyberPatrol banned part of the WHite House’s web site.
I’m talking about banning access to Amnesty International information. Banning access to human rights articles and web sites. Banning access to religious sites. And even shooting it’s own foot off by banning any web site, from small sites like Peacefire, to huge corporations like Time magazine, when they call into question the effectiveness and ethics of these software packages.
These site’s wont coorupt you’re children or grow hair on your palms. They might challenge you topull your head out of the sand (you thought I was gonna say ass, admit it).
Every major software package in this field claims that every site they specifically ban is first reviewed by a human being to ensure applicability. So who is the warped SOB who decided people shouldn’t know about The AIDS Quilt, the Vatican, youth soccer leagues, and breast cancer research?
And if for some reason mom and dad decided not to be the lazy slobs most corporations assume them to be, and they actually monitor their children’s habits, you may still be blocked from some sites. Because there are now Internet providers who are filtering out some sites before they even get to your computer. (And you thought you were paying for the whole internet, silly rabbit). And these arent small fry providers run by religious zealots in East Bumpafuck, Wisconsin. These are internet backbone companies like AboveNet and Teleglobe, who provide access to potentially millions.
Do yourself a favor. If you are at all responsible for computers in a public space, be it libraries, schools, offices, or otherwise, find out what you’re being protected from. Visit Peacefire.org. Read Access Denied, published by GLAAD. And check out the Internet Free Expression Alliance.
That is, unless some software blocks you from doing so.
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‘My Fellow Americans, Let’s Roll’
You’re a sick fucker, George.
Taking the words of a man who gave up his life, with no training, no orders, and no hope, so that other people wouldn’t die. And using those words to gloss over all the heinous acts the American government has commited in the name of safety and security, in an effort to sustain support for a war on Afganastan. (Does anyone remember any more that Afganastan was not the one who directly attacked us?)
You’re a sick fucker.
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Ah h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h
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I can’t even find any election results for the NYC mayoral race. Pretty sad. Though it’s looking to be another one of those “none of the above” choices.
I saw both of the main candidates on one of the morning culture shows today. I can tbelieve how much utter asshoels they were so openly. One openly admitted to trying to buy the election, while the other excused his downright disgusting attacks on his opponents with “well he’s worse!” and “I’ve been at this for 12 years” (and you still haven’t gotten it right).
Should we really be concerned about two wanna-be politicians who couldn’t get their heads out of their asses long enough to to talk about the issues, when they are simply taking over where a wanna-be Nazi left off?
Guliani, the great white hype. Hideing maniacal power grabs and wet dreams about Big Brother behind the feel-good facade of “cleaning up” NYC (Disney in Times Square?!). Man, what is the city without it’s crack addicts and prostitutes. And don’t forget the crime some people commited of being homeless.
And now the buzz is his move to Washington. Whether in front of the cameras or behind, they expect him to continue his same agenda’s here in the armpit of politics.
“Freedom,” Giuliani argued, ‘Is about authority. Freedom is about the willingness of every single human being to cede to lawful authority a great deal of discretion about what you do and how you do it.”
— New York Times 3/17/94
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What does the end of the world sound like?
Living in a big city, I hear strange noises all the time. Crashes, booms, roars, screams, sirens, and wild sex.
And just as simply, I ussually ignore them. I know living in any city is dangerous, much less DC. Here we all walk around with targets painted on our scalps.
Yesterday I drove by the Pentagon. It was the first time I’ve seen it since it was hit. You just can’t adequatly describe the feeling. It’s a massive building, on scale with skyscrapers and beyond stadiums. And as we rounded the road yesterday, looking at this building, just suddenly a hole appears in the building. Like someone reached in and ripped out a couple thousand tons of steel and concrete (and flesh).
I can’t imagine what the people on 395 South must have thought that morning as they drove parallel to the plane’s flight path, just a couple hundred feet away; and watched it plow into the building, in what must have been an explosion rivaling the World Trade Center itself.
So what does the end of the world sound like?
Every roar outside my window makes me wonder if some fanatic set off the nuke in their backpack. I ussally just look at the wall, waiting to see if it disintegrates. Some morbid interest occasionally drags me to the window to check. But would you really want to see a wall of….
death…
coming at you?
Isn’t this the kind of shit that drives people crazy in movies?
If I get lucky, it would be more like those movie scenes where all you see is an instantaneous white flash, and everything is gone.
It’s not as morbid as it all sounds. At least not to me. Growing up near Sampson Air Base, I’ve had these kinds of thoughts for as long as I understood war and death.
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Okay people. Time to buy you a hat. Seems your brains are frozen again.
The biggest privacy concern this week is Bugs. A little unseen image that sits on a web page and *gasp* reveals all kind of information about your computer. It’s terrible because it may give out your information to people you don’t even know about.
Small detail here.
This is exactly the way every web page and every browser has ever worked. Every file you load in your web browser… every image, every text file, every sound file… every time you load one of these from a server out there on the ‘net, they have access to quite a bit of information about you. Your IP address, what you loaded, the time and date.
And something no one else has mentioned in their reviews of these bugs, they can also see where you just came from, and where you go next.
This is the way it has always been people. This is akin to being shocked that someone is reading a billboard you put up.
The more in depth articles point out that someone could pass ‘cookie’ information on to the bug owner this way. Of course, if you have taken any time to learn about the web browser you are using, you probably set it not to return cookies to anyone except the person who set them. Otherwise you do stand a chance of broadcasting private information to god knows who.
Don’t be stupid people. I know it’s what you’re good at, but still…
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In trying to avoid our friendly neighborhood bullys (a.k.a. Police) recently, I found myself stepping through the looking glass. I simply walked around to the back of one building that I have passed many times. But behind there, it was a whole different city, so it seemed.
Two or three blocks form the Capitol, and the building was the Department of Agriculture. The front is prime tourism grounds. Big buildings with a view of the skyline. A Starbucks on every corner, and a policeman at every crosswalk.
Behing the Ag, it all just stops. The buildings become non-descript. Streets are replaced by commuter highways and on/off ramps.
This isn’t an area you see if you can help it. Tourists would politely run for their lives and brag about it to their neighbors. District residents would never be there in the first place. And with no businesses or important officials in residence, the police could care less.
The only people there are sitting on the stoop of the Homeless Center, the only public building visable in the area. Three men in the dirty brown overcoats and boots with no laces. Three men homeless.
Not the homeless you see on the street normally, who push around a shopping cart while screaming at God, nor the panhandlers who work the corners and Metro stops after work. And certianly not the addicts and conmen (they’re always men) who sometimes give performances so good you pay them just for the quality of their work.
These were men without a home. They do want better, but have no way to get it. No way to get out of the condition they’re in. The jobs they can find hardly pay enough to eat and drink. If you don’t have enough money to improve your own condition, how do you convince someone to hire you for a better job? And likewise in reverse. Without a lot of luck or a lot of help, these men are going to be sitting on that stoop for a long time.
The won’t be lonely. Estimates for true homeless people in the District range from the hundreds to the thousands.
I don’t care how hardened you are. It will get to you when a young woman sits in a doorway to Wendy’s crying. She doesn’t want your money or your pity. She just wants someone to buy her something to eat.
I stood watching the anti-war protestors setting up in Freedom Plaza a few weeks ago. It was wonderfully active. Everyone was making sure they were heard, from the protestors, to the conspirists, to the communists. But off in the corner, on al but empty benches, slept a man. On a frigid windy day, he lay there in his spring jacket and sandles, trying to sleep. Makes it hard to take seriously war protestors seeking justice for every factory worker in Malaysia.
God bless America. This is our Capitol.
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
