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Thursday, April 30, 2009

All The World Is Their Stage

H/T Kim at Cal State ACTIVE.

Posted on by Scipio

 Writing of the ruling classes of Latin America dulls the senses in the same way that writing of the ruling classes of this nation dulls the senses. After a while one craves a rest from all the idiocy and sham. But not yet.

It is an error to equate the rulers with the ruled in any case. Just as it is laughable to hear some Latin American despot proclaim his “love of the people” and then watch as he strips them of liberty and wealth, it is laughable to hear some American politician say he was elected to do “the peoples’ work” and then take cash and favors from special interests. The mentality is the same.

It is also an error to think that when our ruling classes travel abroad they are going to investigate differing views and so increase their own knowledge of the world. Not so. They travel abroad and spend time with those who possess exactly the same opinions as they have. Some US senator will spend a few days in some Latin American capital and then boast that he understands how Latin Americans think—all 400 million of them no less—when the reality is that he talked to those with the same world view as his own. His increase in knowledge is exactly zero. But the food was great.

This is really nothing but narcissism, and most internationally known politicians and intellectuals practice it. Their travels abroad are just a form of self-love. This is the point of all those UN conferences, all those Davos meetings, all those IMF affairs, all those World Bank get-togethers—they exist solely to give the ruling classes of the world a place where they can hobnob with their own kind. One would think with all their education, all their experience, all their speaking tours, all their scholarly articles and all their published books that they would actually be able to solve some of the world’s problems. But no, the problems go on and so do all those overseas gab fests of the ruling class.

As for the actual people of those foreign lands, they exist as just another backdrop for all that yakking and pontificating and socializing that go on at those international events, all of which claim to speak for “the people of the world.” The reality of the thing is that “the people of the world” have no voice whatsoever. It is entirely absurd when these intellectuals babble with presumed authority about Cuba or Africa or about any foreign land outside of what was once called “Western Civilization.” In reality, Cuba and Africa are mere geological expressions. When one speaks of Cuba in the context of current affairs, one is really speaking only of one Cuban, Castro by name. When one speaks of Africa, one is really speaking of a few thousand noisome members of the ruling classes there. The same is true of Latin America.

So very few of the world’s ruling classes know any common people at all, and at any rate these rulers came to power with no input from what was once called “the masses.” That phrase itself reveals much about the mentality of the ruling class. It sees all the world’s teeming billions as just some undifferentiated glob of humanity, and that there exists a few above them who can speak for them and who have the right to rule them. Such higher life forms are called “the vanguard of the proletariat” in Leninist phraseology.

Certainly Obama and his clique are of this type. All of their ideas are shared among their sorts here and abroad. There is nothing—absolutely nothing—new or unique among them. Obama himself admits to this, but in ways he cannot understand. He read and studied exactly those things in college that are read and studied by the intellectual classes of the world—all those Marxist “critiques” of this and that and all those books by Frantz Fanon and his type. Obama listened to that same nonsense spewed forth for 20 years at the feet of Jeremiah Wright.

His life has been fully marinated in the world view of those who hate capitalism, call the US the source of much of the world’s evil, believe the Jews to be the main problem of the Middle East, see themselves as most qualified to govern “the people”, equate opposition with heresy and despise traditional religions and values. They are absolute and total creatures of government and could not survive outside of it. Indeed, this is the reason why all of their proposals involve government. The greater the size of government, the more power they have. The fact that liberty is reduced for the citizenry is irrelevant, since the ruing classes will always have the freedom to do what they wish.

Obama and his sorts exist in some bounteous ether where taxes, small cars, high gas prices, reduced incomes and the toil of daily life affect only those who do the actual work of the nation. They award themselves beautiful homes, large and fancy automobiles, excellent food and citizen subsidized foreign travel. Indeed, their entire lives are subsidized by the taxes they impose upon the masses. And with the increase of government—which really is an increase of job prospects of the ruling classes and their families—the numbers of these types will increase, as will the taxes imposed to maintain such sumptuous lifestyles of these rich, famous and powerful.

The only creative thing—if that is the correct term—about Obama is that he is a particularly feral man. He is without shame, demonstrates no particular honor toward anyone or anything and has no use for the truth. It is remarkable that he can say X on one day and deny the next day that he had said X—and all the while working to impose Y. Naturally his media and intellectual audience clap and cheer, for Obama is only doing what they would do had they his competence and ferocity. Obama is at once their hero, their lover and their god. They see in him their own reflections writ large.

The grand design of all these teeming intellectuals all over the globe is to create a world system where they and their type sit at all the tables of governance, control all the levers of power and distribute all the world’s wealth. Obama sees himself at the head of this motley throng. It is obvious that these types have no particular loyalty to any particular geographic area. Obama himself has nothing particularly American about him. Search all you like but in him you will find no Jefferson or Madison. He is really a citizen of that transnational body of intellectuals that imagines the entire world as its proper stage and the rest of us as mere bit players in its grandiose drama. The members of this elite regard the entire earth as part of their rightful inheritance and desire a world government composed of themselves.

And they just might get one. There are three things that could stop them—the US military, American citizens with guns, and the people who belong to the God of Christ and of Abraham. Naturally the transnational elites hate all three of these. Thus their work to prosecute US military personnel; thus their desire to impose gun control across the globe; thus their spreading of abortion in every corner of every land; thus their promotion of anti-Jewish hatred at every forum.

It does not surprise those with eyes wide open that Obama is behind every one of these movements. He may not be “the one we have been waiting for,” but he is one of those men whose very existence prepares the world for a being whom the Christians most certainly have been waiting for.

We have been warned.

1) the US military,
2) American citizens with guns,
3) and the people who belong to the God of Christ and of Abraham.

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New Book Coming Soon!

Cross-posted from the Pray For The Hostages blog.

New Book Coming Soon!

I am pleased to announce the completion of my first book, A Pastoral Letter to the Captives, and other works, an anthology of historical hostage accounts from the late 17th century, the peak of the Barbary Pirate era. It includes a Foreword from our Chaplain, Pastor Ed Boston of Do the Right Thing and co-host of the Pray for the Hostages daily radio show. It will be available in May from Exagorazo Press, the publishing division of the As A Matter of Faith online ministry.

In this book I present letters and reports from the late 1600's, but the parallels to the modern piracy crisis are striking. Here is an excerpt from the Preface:
Imagine the scene: the crew of an unarmed merchant ship looks on in horror as their vessel is approached and boarded by a gang of pirates, guns blazing. The pirates herd their human cargo into smaller boats and head for shore, where the crew members will languish in slavery while they await rescue or ransom or death.

This was a common scene 300 years ago, when the Barbary Pirates ruled the seas, and it is a scene that has changed little in the past three centuries. Where ships once dreaded passing through the Straits of Gibraltar from the Atlantic Ocean to the Mediterranean Sea, modern mariners now face a similar situation in the Gulf of Aden and the Indian Ocean, vital waterways for vessels traveling between Asia and Europe and North America.

In the late 1600s, Moroccan King Moulay Ismail oversaw a reign of terror that included the abduction of more than 25,000 Europeans, mostly unarmed merchant seamen, who were then used as slaves to build his new capital city, Meknes. Today's pirates are not necessarily state-sponsored, as were the Barbary Pirates, but are rapidly approaching that status as they funnel money from ransom payments into armed insurgencies in weak states like Somalia.

In this book, we present hostage accounts from the late 17th century, including the story of an arduous escape from Moulay Ismail's brutal captivity. We also see the encouraging letter American preacher Cotton Mather wrote to a group of captured New England seamen, and the joyful sermon he preached to celebrate their release five years later. Although the hostage narratives describe the horror and desperation of this terrible condition, they also speak of the strong faith that enabled the captives to survive their ordeal. It is this hope and faith that we wish to emphasize, particularly the power of prayer to sustain the hostages and to bring them their eventual deliverance.

For more information, check out our Facebook group or visit the blog. We are now taking preorders at the As A Matter of Faith website. While you are there, you can also sign up to be on our mailing list for future announcements. I hope you will check it out soon!

Written by Vicki

Symptoms of Swine Flu

Biden Talks - Gibbs Explains What VP Meant

As I post this, Gibbs is doing a press conference letting us know what Biden meant to say! CP

Updated at 1:37 am Friday:

Updated at 3:28 Thursday: Mass Transit Upside with Fearmongering - http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2009/04/30/airline-subway-officials-say-travel-remains-safe-despite-bidens-statement/

Biden: Avoid Planes, Trains, Automobiles

The vice president says if a family member asked him about traveling, he'd advise staying away from public transportation to avoid swine flu.

President Obama may be warning Americans not to panic over the flu outbreak that is spreading across the world, but Vice President Biden didn't tamp down the hyperbole Thursday, saying he would tell his family not to get on a plane right now or go in any confined space.

Speaking on NBC's "Today," Biden, a longtime Amtrak rider who has commuted for decades daily from Delaware to Washington, D.C., said he wouldn't advise family necessarily against going to Mexico, the source of the H1N1 outbreak, but he wouldn't tell them to get into any small area like a subway car, automobile, classroom or airplane.

"I would tell members of my family, and I have, I wouldn't go anywhere in confined places right now," Biden said. "It's not that its going to Mexico, it's that you are in a confined aircraft when one person sneezes, it goes everywhere through the aircraft. That's me."

He added that his advice is offered as a means to slow down the spread of the flu, which has now resulted in infections in 11 states and 100 schools being shut down around the nation.

"I would not be at this point, if they had another way of transportation, suggesting they ride the subway. From my perspective, it relates to is mitigation. If you're out in the middle of a field and someone sneezes that's one thing. If you're in a closed aircraft, a closed container, closed car, a closed classroom, it's a different thing," Biden said.

Click here for a list of Biden's more memorable remarks.

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Continued: The Amazing Adventures of Border Boy and Cyber Pastor

The beginning of the story is here. NJ and Dean are the authors of this spoof that we are featuring on our Friday Night Follies show on Do The Right Thing Radio.

The year is 2009 and our great country has been taken over by the radical Agents of Chaos. However, the evil empire is about to learn that a super secret organization known as Freedom Village is working behind the scenes to preserve truth, justice and the American Way of Life.

Border Boy and Cyber Pastor are supported by a highly trained squad of black operatives known as Stanger’s group. Stanger’s is one of several black ops groups used for any and all clandestine missions requiring stealth and mission precision. They operate independently but frequently assist our heroes when not elsewhere on the world stage.

BB and CP needed to get off the WH grounds and rendezvous with The Conservative Trucker who was to be parked in his big rig on the corner waiting to complete the extraction. CP frantically reaches for his offering plate before AGENT SMOKER is aware of their absence. CP has a newly improved offering plate which has anti-gravity hovering capabilities and for just the few seconds they needed, could lift the two of them over the fence.

Cyber Pastor shot the plate into the air while our duo gripped the cable that extended from it. The anti gravity technology is still very new, and they hoped it could not only lift them but carry them in the right direction to be over that fence before it failed.

Gripping the cable with one hand each, CP and BB felt their feet leave the ground way too slowly for BB’s nerves. As CP whispered a prayer, BB whispered something not so prayerful. [chuckle] The plate’s lift was only getting them up about 3 feet up and there it stayed….what the heck is going on BB gritted his teeth in total frustration… and then reached up with his other hand and yanked-hard….it seems a peace dove escaped from a cage that some hippie code pinker brought to the party; and the bird found the hovering offering plate a nice place to perch. Yanking on the cable did not budge the bird so BB pulled out his revolver and all CP heard was the sound of the silenced pistol. It was kind of cool though, seeing all those pink feathers go “poof”. The offering plate immediately regained lift and they were over the fence and on the ground. As CP recovered the offering plate, not wanting to leavetheir technology in enemy hands, they took off running for TCT’s truck..

In TCT's truck is the main uplink for the satellite along with various weapons such as plasma guns used to turn the Agents of Chaos into glowing heaps of dust, a high power EMP (Electro Magnetic Pulse) device which could be deployed from inside the trucks trailer and used to shut down electronic systems, dart guns used to incapacitate but not kill various players like innocent civilians, grenade launchers, rocket guns to blow big holes in things, and what has become known as the discombobulator gun or the DC "No Forensics" Gun.

That one shoots out a pulse of microwaves 10,000 times more poweful than a kitchen microwave. It literally fries anything in it's path and if it hits a human it turns them into little bubbly nuggets like fried chicken. Although rarely used, actual results are not well known so just about anything is possible. If shot at a helicopter for instance the helicopter completely disintigrates into molten pieces of metal and the bubbly chicken nuggets. Quite spectacular but very deadly.

CP and BB have the digital recording devices stored in the heels of their shoes with all the recently obtained data. The recording devices are very small. Not much bigger than a quarter. About the same size as a computer motherboard batteryand able to store massive amounts of data.

CP and BB had arrived at the truck. All that remained was Stanger's squad to launch the Diversion. "Where in the heck is that guy?, asked BB about TCT?

“Yeah, why would he just leave the truck” asked CP? “This doesn’t make sense.”

They jump in the cab only to find an illegal alien in the process of hot wiring the truck to steal it at that very moment. TCT is nowhere to be found.

BB looks at the Illegal and says "who the hell are you?"

The illegal says: [something in spanish] And who did you expect? Taco Bell?

CP says: Border Boy please don't kill him!

Several minutes later the illegal alien is dressed in BB's server outfit and is unconscious hanging by his collar from the fence just inside the white house grounds with a note that reads: "Dear Secret Service, You see what I did to that dove, wait and see what I do to the president."

Border Boy returns to the truck:

CP: Where the heck is TCT anyway?

BB: I have no idea but we need to get this rig moving RIGHT NOW.

CP: "You don't think Chaos has him do you?"

BB: "At this point I'm not sure what to think."

"He certainly wouldn't have let a bunch yahoos from Chaos sneak up on him. And I don't believe he would have gone down without a fight."

CP: "Yeah. Good point. We didn't see any evidence of a struggle."

BB turning to CP: "You think he just wandered off lookin' for a cup o' coffee or something ?"

CP: "Nah. Not TCT. He knows how important this mission is."

BB: "Well when Stanger and his guys show up we better go look for him. We ain't leavin' nobody behind."

CP: "Amen to that BB. But where could he have gone?"

TCT has been kidnapped by a large group of women calling themselves the Pink Ladies. These females are headed to a convention for hookers and just happened upon TCT standing outside his rig stretching his legs. They injected him with some kind of drug while standing there talking to the ladies, most likely Love Potion No.12LUV. Skantily clad, TCT was completely mesmerized by them as any man would be, making it easy to get close enough to give him the dope.

The Pink Ladies, laughing and twittering like a bunch of school girls, hustled ol' TCT off for a night of unknown events in the nearby convention center. Lucky guy....or perhaps not.

CP and BB are gonna be pissed.

Meanwhile the alarms had not yet gone off on the WH grounds.

Things were quiet but that was about to change when Agent Smoker discovered the two servers were no longer outside...they could not be found anywhere. More guests were arriving and AS needed his servers.

Stanger, standing in the shadows about a block away was ready with his squad of operators to begin the diversionary strike. That, set to begin when the WH alarm system went active.

CP and BB get the rig going and set off to the GPS coordinated rally point. That is the point where all operators would get aboard and the operation would then proceed to the extraction point not far away for pick up by helicopter.

As they began driving all hell broke loose on the WH grounds when the illegal was found hanging on the fence, still quite unconscious.

When BB puts somebody to sleep they stay that way for a very long time...haha.

Agent Smoker is going nuts screamimg, "This isn't who I'm looking for dammit!" The agents of Chaos were in disarray at the moment with all the big shots arriving, stretch limo's pulling in and out, high brow ladies in all their finery strutting like over ripe peacocks up the steps to the WH grand ball room and everybody smiling for the hundreds of cameras lighting up the night with flash bulbs.

At that moment Stanger begins 'Operation Diversion'. Shooting pulses of EMP at those expensive limo's as they drove out causing them to stop dead in the road. Major traffic jams ensued causing more confusion and chaos. Grenade launchers lobbing large explosives filled with noxious gas that smelled of burned chicken feathers and shooting multi-colored sparklers off in every direction on the WH lawn.

Many of the party goers just thought it was part of the welcoming until the odor got to their nostrils.

"Oh look Martha, rainbow sparklers. How wonderful" one guest exclaimed. "Yes Harold. Very thoughtful indeed but that odor is just disgusting. Peee-uw," Martha said.

Little did they know that the noxious gas was actually a concentrated form of nitrous oxide, laughing gas, that some speculated came from earthworm flatulance. The actual harvesting and processing of this gas was a very well kept secret.

Agent Smoker was a nanosecond from having major conniptions by this time. All he could do was run around in circles muttering something about 2 lost servers, a Mexican assassin and a dead peace dove. Poor Agent Smoker, in the midst of the havoc which was flawlessly executed by Stanger's group, he just kept saying: "Black Moon is going to have my balls for breakfast."


In the next episode.....





Sen. Specter 2001 Rule to Prevent Party Switching

I guess you can just insert Specter's name every time he says Jeffords!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The Amazing Adventures of Border Boy and CyberPastor

The Amazing Adventures of Border Boy and Cyber Pastor

"rules to the audience" 1. No killing our superheroes, 2. No ideas will be used that puts the heroes out of character (i.e. putting CP in a strip joint....although...undercover not a bad story idea --- ok no I don't want him to lose his job). The killing of any character is strictly the perogative of the executive editors, Dean and NJ.

Names abbreviated:

BB -- Border Boy

CP -- Cyber Pastor

TCT -- The Conservative Trucker, aka CT or Conservative Trucker

JTA -- Joi The Artist

AB -- AnnieB

DR -- Desert Rose

WP -- Wild Phil

Note: The Pink Ladies of DC are a group of high class call girls, likely unionized. Not you garden variety street walkers and not to be confused with the Code Pinko skags.



Our story opens in the White House at one of the huge Obama parties. Stars glitz and glamour everywhere, as the evening wears on the Secret Service is clearly hard at work keeping an eye on the myriad of libtard guests.

Servers are scurrying around waiting on the elitist guests hand and foot. There are 2 servers who seem a bit awkward though. ….

Yes, you guessed it, Those 2 American patriots, Cyber Pastor and Border Boy (super hero music) working hard filling champagne glasses and serving expensive oer d’ovres. But of course, They are part of a mission, like the many other missions they have executed, only this time the white house is not their friend.

Border Boy, clearly uncomfortable waiting on the Obama Obnoxious Elite; makes his way over to CP and mutters “So help me if Beyonce orders me to fetch her one more thing I’m going to Beyonce her right off that wall. CP says, "geesh don’t blow your cover now BB, we’ve gathered the intel we came for." Getting into Rohm Emmanuel’s computer was so much easier than they’d expected. Problem is they can't uplink to the satellite until they are outside the WH grounds. The two must escape the confines of the White House to be able to send the digital information.

Outside there are patriots standing by in the dark recesses to provide diversions and render assistance but the two operatives must get out of the building and off the grounds at all costs.

Border Boy: "Come on CP we have to get the hell out of here now!"

CP: "Right. You lead the way. We have everything we need. Let's go!"

As servers they are pushing carts with trays of food and other goodies walking casually so as not to make themselves conspicuous. It will get testy when they arrive at the WH kitchen to make their way out the back door. Besides the cooks and assistants, there are agents inside watching every move . Outside in the walkway are two Secret Service agents watching for anything that might be unusual or threatening.

Can they make it past the guards?

Still in the kitchen Border Boy says: "We could say we need a smoke break. Afterall there is no smoking inside the WH and we would have to go out the back to do it right?"

CP: "Clever. You have cigarettes?"

Border Boy: "Uh. Nope."

CP: "Well, let's ask one of the guards. You know. Bum a smoke and a light?"

Border Boy: "Yeah but we better pray one of them smokes....hehe." Border boy looks at CP and gives that classic grin and chuckle only he can deliver.

"This could get real intersting real quick."

CP: "Dadgumit Border Boy! This ain't no time for jokin' around."

Border Boy: "Alright. Let's do this thing."

CP mutters a prayer: "Oh dear God help us."

Border Boy: "Dittos. Well here goes."

Border Boy has spotted one of the guards standing near the back door of the white house kitchen. An expert and highly trained at reading body language, Border Boy thinks this one may indeed be the smoker they're looking for.

CP: "You be careful now."

Once again that classic Border Boy grin creases his face.

CP immediately begins praying. "Please Father...."

Slowly but resolutely Border Boy approaches the guard.

Border Boy: "Excuse me sir."

Agent Smoker: "Yeah? What is it?"

Border Boy: "Um, well my friend over there (pointing at CP who is fervently involved in praying) and I wanted to know if we can go outside for a smoke break."

Agent Smoker: "Sure. Why not?"

Border Boy: "Um, well you see both of us left our smokes at home and we wondered if we could get a couple off of you?"

Agent Smoker: " A couple of moochers eh?"

Border Boy: Grinning at the agent he says, "Nah. We'd be more than happy to pay you for them."

Agent Smoker: "Oh for cryin' out loud. Here!" Agent Smoker hands two cigarettes to Border Boy saying,"Go shorten your lives but be quick about it. We have more guests arriving soon."

Border Boy: Looks at CP and gives him a nod motioning to come on.

CP makes his way to the door and along with Border Boy starts to open the door when,

Agent Smoker: "Hold up there you two."

The agent begins walking toward them. CP and Border Boy look at one another quizically.

Agent Smoker: "You two numbnuts have a light for those smokes?"

With more than a little relief, Border Boy says: " Geez, you know what? We don't. Can you help us out there?"

Agent Smoker: "Jesus H. I s'pose you'll be wanting a kick in the chest to start them next."

CP cringes at the profanity

"Er...um. Sir would you mind not using that name?"

Agent Smoker: "What? You mean Jesus H.?"

"What are you some kind of religious nut?"

Border Boy: Elbows CP in the ribs and says; "Come on. It's ok. No problem sir."

CP: Stands there looking at the agent deciding on whether or not to say anything else and says, "Hey, no problem sir. No offense."

Agent Smoker: "Alright then. You two hurry the hell up. I’ve got other things to do tonight other than babysit the two of you.

CP: mutters to himself, "Yeah. Ain't that the truth."

Agent Smoker: "Huh? You say something?"

CP: "No sir."

Agent Smoker: "Alright hurry it up then."

Once again Border Boy and CP go to the door, opening it and step outside closing the door behind them.

The two agents guarding the walkway have moved further up and begin walking away from the area.

Border Boy: "Quick. Now's our chance. Let's haul ass."

CP: "Right behind you."

To be continued......