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Archive for December 6th, 2006

Jor-El? What is that, some kind’a Muslim name?

Posted by scott on December 6th, 2006

For those who can’t get enough lame serials in their diet, Ivan from Thrilling Days of Yesteryear (one of the earliest adopters of Wo’C) is doing a weekly rundown of the 1948 Superman chapterplay, and finding some remarkable parallels to our present situation in Iraq.  Here’s a sample:

JOR-EL: Derision and disbelief are not new to men of science…for centuries they have combated the skepticism displayed…
FIRST COUNCIL MEMBER: Give us facts…
Jor-El makes a game try of trying to explain to these ward heelers that Krypton is slowly being sucked into the orbit of its sun, but his warnings are interrupted with cries of “Ridiculous!” and “Bullshit!”
RO-ZON: Gentlemen…gentlemen… (To Jor-El) Assuming for a moment that what you say is true—how can we avoid this disaster?
JOR-EL: It cannot be avoided…it is a natural evolution of nature…a force that even we supermen are powerless to prevent…
RO-ZON: We are powerless?
JOR-EL: Yes…but we can use our great ability elsewhere…we must flee Krypton…
Oooh…big mistake…suggesting that everybody get the hell out of Dodge on some series of giant space arks is not going to pacify these neoconservatives, who clearly see that suggestion as “cut-and-run.”  “So this is how you plan to solve the dilemma you created…by flight…spacecraft?” scoffs one Council member.  (You tell him, Councilman!  Stay the course!)

Click here for the rest.  It’s good stuff.

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As My Mom Would Say, “If THAT’s All You Have to Worry About, Consider Yourself Blessed”

Posted by s.z. on December 6th, 2006

Speaking of annoying whiners, Dennis Prager has a new column out.  In it, he tries to justify his previous column “America, Not Keith Ellison, Decides What Book a Congressman Takes His Oath on,” and then asks for our sympathy because all decent people (well, the ones who’ve heard of him, at least) now think that he’s a hateful jerk.

As a public service, here’s a shorter version of Dennis’s “response to my critics”:

“I never said that Keith Ellison should be legally forced to swear his oath of office on the Bible, I merely said that he, like all Americans, should pretend to be a Christian in public – you know, for tradition’s sake. Oh, and to all you stinky liberals who said bad things about me, the truth is that there is NO WAY that I could be bigoted against Muslims, because I am a JEW!”

Anyway, here are a few passages from Dennis:

In addition, there was widespread coverage [of l’affaire Prager] on left-wing blogs, which, with no exception I could find, distorted what I said, charging my column and me with, for example, racism (see below), when race plays no role at all in this issue or in my column. For the record, because I deem this a significant statement about most of the Left, I found virtually no left-wing blog that was not filled with obscenity-laced descriptions of me.

For the record, we have never filled World O’Crap with obscenity-laced descriptions of Dennis, because, frankly, he’s never done anything to merit filling an entire blog with descriptions of him.

Aside from the immaturity and loathing of higher civilization that such public use of curse words reveal, the fury and hate render the leftist charge that it is the Right that is hate-filled one of the most obvious expressions of psychological projection I have seen in my lifetime.

See, if you used bad language when discussing Dennis’s column, it doesn’t mean you strongly disagree with Dennis’s expressed views or object to his wordsl no, it means you hate higher civilization. Oh, and you are also suffering from some kind of psychological problem, because only a crazy person wouldn’t agree with such reasonable thoughts as, “If you are incapable of taking an oath on that book [the Bible], don’t serve in Congress.”  In case, when western civiization falls, I’m pretty sure it will all be TBogg’s fault. 

Later, Dennis defends himself against charges that he is “Islamophobic”

All those who write that I “compared” the Koran to “Mein Kampf” are lying — deliberately lying to defame me rather than respond to my arguments. I simply offered a slippery slope argument that if we let everyone choose their own text at swearings-in, what will happen one day should a racist decide to use “Mein Kampf”? A slippery slope argument is not an equivalence argument.

Except when Rick Santorum is talking about homosexuality and man-on-dog sex, of course.

Anyway, let’s consider the question which Dennis posed in his previous column:

Devotees of multiculturalism and political correctness who do not see how damaging to the fabric of American civilization it is to allow Ellison to choose his own book need only imagine a racist elected to Congress. Would they allow him to choose Hitler’s “Mein Kampf,” the Nazis’ bible, for his oath? And if not, why not? On what grounds will those defending Ellison’s right to choose his favorite book deny that same right to a racist who is elected to public office?

Dennis, honey, when an open member of the Nazi Party is elected to Congress, I think the fabric of American civilization will have already been so damaged that cermonial books will be the least of our worries. But until the day when Congresman Lott announces that he’s actually a Nazi (and a Sith Lord) and asks to use his sect’s sacred text at his next swearing-in, I don’t think we really need to worry about this slippery slope.  I believe that if a member of one of the major world religion wants to use his own religion’s sacred text when he is sworn into office, American civilization is going to be able to handle it.  I guess I just have a little more faith in America than Mr. Prager does.  

(But I also believe that Christianity will survive even if Best Buy uses the phrase “Happy Holidays” in its advertising instead of “Merry Christmas,” so maybe I’m hopelessly optimistic.)

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Warring on Christmas is Almost as Hard as Presidenting

Posted by s.z. on December 6th, 2006

I don’t know about you, but I had a hard day warring on Christmas today. First, I visited a lady with cancer who is currently undergoing chemo, and made arrangements to take her to the nursing home tomorrow to see her husband who is suffering from Alzheimer’s. We laughed together over her new hairstyle, I commiserated with her over her nausea and weakness, and we talked hopefully about better times in the future.  She thanked me for the visit and for the little Santa teddy bear I had got her from the Dollar Store. Then I punched her in the gut because she didn’t wish me a “Merry Christmas.”

Next, I went to Sam’s Club and bought a large bag of Meow Mix for Shirley’s cats.  Shirley, who lives across the street from my parents, is on welfare and has been having some serious health problems for a while.  Her cats, which live outside and prowl the neighborhood, have been looking kinda thin and raggedy lately.  So, to make me feel better, I spent $9 to buy them some food.

After ringing up my purchase and taking my money, the cashier smiled and thanked me for shopping there — but she didn’t wish me a “Merry Christmas,” so I slapped her.

After exiting the store, I gave a few bucks to the college students who were there collecting for the community food bank. They didn’t wish me a “Merry Christmas” either, so I decked them.

Then I went to Shirley’s house, put out food for the cats, and visited with Shirley for a few minutes. She was clearly touched that somebody cared about her and her cats, and thanked my several times for the cat food – but she didn’t wish me a “Merry Christmas, so I broke her thumbs.

On the way home, I stopped to see drop off some cookies I had bought for my neighbor Linda at the new Mexican bakery in town (of course, nobody THERE said “Merry Christmas” to me, so I was forced to torch their business). Linda has lost control of much of her body due to the ravages of MS, and finds it hard to speak. She did manage to tell me a little about her black cat, to tell me about what she was watching on TV (“Little House on the Prairie”), and to thank me for the cookies, but … well, you can guess the rest.

Then I came home, scooped out litter boxes, refilled water bowels, and took the dogs for a walk. I considered feeding the creatures, but they attacked me viciously by failing to say anything to me about my most cherished holiday, so they can all starve until the give me my props!

Finally, after reading Scott’s eloquent post about Annti and Lee, I did what he suggested and sent a few dollars to help Lee. While it took me only seconds to do, and was a really easy way to help someone who truly deserved it, the PayPal receipt did NOT even bid me a Festive Noel! I still haven’t decided now to avenge this act of war.

However, a visit to the Save Christmas In MA from Brad at Sadly, No! site brightened my spirits.  It seems that Catholic Online did an update on the Marley brother’s efforts (“‘Scrooge stores’ hit by Coalition to Save Christmas,” and the story included this amusing passage:

Philanthropist and real estate developer Thomas J. Flatley of Milton, Mass., called to offer his help.

“I think they’re very courageous,” Flatley said in an interview with The Anchor, the Fall River, Mass., diocesan newspaper. “I’d be thrilled to have my name affiliated with anything that has to do with Christ. Why do you think this country has never had a Stalin or a Mussolini?”

Um, because our country is called “The United States of Jesus”?  Or is it because we believe in Christ, unlike the pagan Russianns or heathen Italians?

A bit later in the piece, we learn about the kind of take-charge leaders we have here in America:

“I’m always telling my kids not to cave into peer pressure,” said Mr. [Robert] Marley, who describes himself as a “field marshal type” organizer.

His marching orders to consumers: “Don’t sit back and complain. It takes five minutes. Pick up the phone, go online, find a company’s CEO and barrage him with emails.”

After all, that’s how Mussolini got the trains to run on time.

However, the best thing I learned from visiting the SaveChristmas site tonight is that people in high places are now possibly checking out Bob’s web site, seeing his endorsement of World O’Crap, and reading our blog.

Here’s how Bob broke the good news to his followers:

Today 12/05/2006 we made International News Click link

http://www.catholic.org/international/international_story.php?id=22234

Look to the right of the story and click #6 for another story. We are getting more attention than we ever dreamed. The Pope must be aware of our crusade.

Yes, he certainly must — I’m sure he has nothing better to do than to read little stories in “Catholic Online” about guys in MA who are fighting Toys ‘R Us for Jesus.  (I bet the Pope is even considering canonizing these Christmas Crusaders for the great work they’ve done on behalf of Christendom by pestering mall supervisors with their greeting demands). But thank heavens this Pope hails from Germany or Mr. Flatley might be in trouble for his crack about how we Americans are way more Christian than those godless Italians.

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Jesus: Friend of Tax Collectors, Whores, And Delightfully Profane Chicks From New Orleans

Posted by scott on December 6th, 2006

As the Christmas Warriors take the Battle of Seasonally Correct Nomenclature to Fox and Friends, a few habitues of this blog have adopted a more old-fashioned, if less media-savvy approach to the holidays.  Among them would be Wo’C founder s.z., who is well known as the Mother Theresa of abandoned, semi-domesticated beasts, and our friend Anntichrist Coulter, who, while recovering from extensive and painful back surgery, is leading a fundraising effort to save a friend afflicted with a life-threatening brain tumor.  In today’s political and social climate their efforts may appear as quaint as a Charles Wysocki print, but then, Jesus seemed to care a bit more about healing the sick and caring for the poor and helpless then he did about which color napkins were issued at his birthday party.

Dorothy put it better than we could hope to in the comments:

Anntichrist’s rant is much less bizarre if you know that she and her “evil, Christmas hating cohorts” have spent the past year travelling back and forth to New Orleans to bring aid to Katrina refugees, gut destroyed homes, and rebuild broken lives and the past several weeks trying to raise hundreds of thousands of dollars to help a cancer victim without medical insurance get a life-or-death operation.

Meanwhile, The Christmas Warriors dedicate all their time and effort drumming up support, donations, and media time for a meaningless publicity stunt propped up by rumors and lies and bigotry…and they get to lay claim to “the real spirit of Christmas”?

And longtime friend of the program D.Sidhe, in her usually whip-smart and eloquent way, adds the delightful cherry on top:

The Christmas Warriors who skip in here and whine that we can’t know anything about God or Christmas are an insult to the people here who I’ve watched donate time and money to all sorts of causes, often on the basis of only a few paragraphs from someone they’ve never met. And when these sorts of comments come from people who clearly believe that it’s more important to have people saying the right things than doing the right things, the contrast couldn’t be more marked.

Jesus told a story, as I recall, about a man with two sons whom he asked to work in the vineyard. One refused, but later felt bad and did it anyway. The other agreed, but never did. Possibly you learned this in a Sunday School class somewhere along the way, but the lesson, you might remember, is that it is more important what you do than what you say.

By which definition, many here must be far more pleasing to a god some of them don’t even believe in than the Christmas Warriors who worry more about what’s on an ad than who’s in a shelter. It’s a category that absolutely includes Anntichrist Coulter, however put off you may be by her chosen nick or her way of speaking, and I’m delighted to count myself among her friends.

Also, I like limericks.

I heartily endorse her remarks in every respect, except for the limerick part.  Because anyone with even a cursory grasp a demography must realize that we are already dangerously taxing the finite supply of men in Nantucket.

So anyway…This holiday season, instead of giving money to fund the insurgency of seasonal semantics, consider giving a few dollars to keep a young woman alive.  Because if we can be judged by the quality of the people who love us, then Lee must be a remarkable person indeed.

And Happy Holidays everyone.

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