Thank God

Looks like they caught the animal who killed Anne Pressly.

DNA evidence from her murder scene linked him also to a home-invasion and rape six months ago in Marianna (an Arkansas town not far south of Memphis). 

No prior prison record, but he is suspected in a string of burglaries in Marianna (some in homes of single women), and was known to loiter in people’s backyards, peeping into houses. 

Yep. 

If they hadn’t caught him, another woman would’ve been raped and murdered within six months.  If the DNA evidence truly is conclusive, I hope they fry the son of a bitch.

Fathers, Guard Your Daughters

Went to see Metallica last night, and first things first, let me tell you that it was incredible.  Absolutely incredible.  Blew my freakin’ mind, as well as my vocal cords: I can barely talk today.

I witnessed something else at the show that blew my mind, but in a distinctly non-awesome way. 

I went to the concert with my brother, whose first child–a baby girl–just arrived in September.  On the row right in front of us was a pre-teen girl, her teenage brother, and their dad, who had on a t-shirt with a Proverbs verse on it and was clearly loving and protective enough to be there with his kids, yet cool enough to take them to a Metallica show and do a little bit of rocking out himself.  The girl, who we later found out was 13, looked to me to be about 12.  Short and petite, obviously innocent, flat as a board.  When she first arrived, it flashed through my head that she looked very much like Polly Klaas.

During the show a few times, I noticed that the girl turned her head and was smiling sweetly at someone behind me.  I figured there was a teenage boy back there.

During one of the encore songs, my concentration was disrupted by a cell phone being passed in front of me to the girl, who entered a number on it and then passed it back to a guy on the row right behind me.  Very attractive guy, but I thought, he looks a little too old for her.  At this point, I was paying attention and trying to figure out how old he was–it’s hard to tell sometimes, but I thought he had to be at least 18.  Definitely too old for her.  She was standing in front of me, grinning at her phone and taking a picture of herself, which she sent back to him, and he returned one of himself.  I watched this whole little photo transaction take place, and could see each of their pictures on the other’s phone screen.  Starting to get agitated and disturbed at that point.  The guy and his friend got out of there fast.

The concert ended, and my brother–God bless him–got the dad’s attention and said, “Sir, I have a brand-new daughter, and I just think you should know that a guy back there just got your daughter’s cell phone number, and he has a wristband on so he is definitely over 21.” 

!!!  I had not seen the wristband. 

The dad was shocked, and said to my brother, “She is only 13 years old.”  The girl made a lame attempt to pretend that she didn’t know what my brother was talking about, but she was clearly in for it later (or so I devoutly hope).  My brother leaned over to her and said, “He looks like a douchebag to me.  You shouldn’t talk to a loser like that.”  As I said, God bless him.

What chilled me was that this was done right under her father’s nose.  While he was standing right next to his daughter, whom he obviously loved and wished to protect, a sexual predator got her phone number and a picture of her.  And believe me, this child did not look a day over 12, and could pass for 10 or 11. 

Dads, guard your daughters.  Don’t be afraid to scrutinize their cell phone and computer activity.  And to everyone else: please, please, please be vigilant and don’t be afraid to intrude when you see this type of situation.  If it weren’t for my brother, the dad would’ve never known what was happening. 

Sweet dear Jesus, there is nothing safe or sacred in this world.

Well, Eff You Too.

I just deleted the post I wrote attempting to present an argument for gay civil marriage.  Seen this yet? 

One of many recent, similar incidents. 

You know, I’m not really inclined to support the creation of a new “right”–one that has never existed in all of human history–on behalf of a people who so easily take up the mantle of thuggish oppression as soon as they are given space to do so.  Does anyone (idiots and liars excluded) really think that teams of police would be required to escort gay couples safely out of neighborhoods full of violent Mormons screaming death threats?

By the Way. . .

. . . I am only warming up and waiting for the false messiah to be inaugurated.  Then he will be my primary target.

My goal in life used to be having a fatwa issued against me by the Religion of Pieces.  I still aspire to that goal. but it’s now a close second to being persecuted for speaking against Obama.  I thought no one would ever knock radical Muslims out of the top spot on my enemy list, but Obama, the potential destroyer of all things truly American, has managed the trick nicely.   Traitors trump foreign enemies every time.  Oh, but wait—what am I supposed to say?  Obama might a truly great President (in spite of his stated lifelong beliefs and objectives), so may he lift us all into the light of perfection!

So I’m anxiously awaiting Inauguration Day!  Then, the fun begins.

People Who Need to Be Bitch-Slapped

Two today:

(1)  Lily Allen, for vomiting out this foul monstrosity: her remake of Keane’s “Everybody’s Changing.”  I give it three bitch-slaps and a roundhouse kick to the face.  What a talentless, insipid twat.  All I can say is, if she messes with the masterpieces of my Rufus, I’m hopping a flight to London and delivering a beatdown.

Here’s the original, which is fabulous and one of my favorite songs of all time, even though it is only a few years old:

(2)  Barack Obama.  Why?  Because socialist, appeasing race-baiters suck.  For that and so many other reasons, King Zero deserves a pop to the noggin and will likely be the only individual appearing on every list of People Who Need to Be Bitch-Slapped.  I give him two bitch-slaps, a double-drop kick, and a slap to the nads.  Well, if he had any.

Movies I LOVE. And, the Watchmen cometh.

Have you noticed all of the Black Family Movies that have been coming out like crazy the past few years?  Diary of a Mad Black Woman and the Medea movies by Tyler Perry, Beauty Shop, and Roscoe Jenkins are a few examples.  I LOVE these movies. 

I am a white girl, but I grew up in a Mississippi Delta town and had an extraordinarily level of exposure to black folks.  Because I grew up seeing their best, worst, and everything in between, every single day and right close up, I’ve never been susceptible to the fawning romanticization of blacks or (on the other side of the coin) their demonization by racists.  I have always noticed and relished, however, their incredible vigor, high spirit, and irrepressible sense of humor–traits that show up in them, as a people, in completely unique ways.  I love, love, love the Black Family movies because I believe they truly honor and encourage black people.  The families in these movies struggle with the everyday problems that blacks deal with, and which they frequently tell us about, but they overcome those problems with love, loyalty, and integrity.  What you don’t see is the glorification of violence, promiscuity, and misogyny that exploit black people and drag them down for the sake of profit.  So I will definitely be going to see This Christmas, a Black Family Movie coming out well, this Christmas, starring Chris Brown.  I hope everyone will! 

Now on to the Watchmen, coming out March 6.  This sonofabitch looks INCREDIBLE: just watch this sweet-ass trailer. 

Movie Pick: The Strangers

The indomitable Ace at Ace of Spades (see Blogroll) totally scooped me on what I planned to be tonight’s post: my review of The Strangers.  Well, no one is reading my blog yet, so I’ll just plow ahead anyway and try to leave out as many duplicative comments as I can.

Everyone who knows me knows that I am a bona fide horror movie nerd: I can’t get enough.  Very, very, very few horror movies–even ones that are actually good–ever scare me at all, and the most I can usually hope for is to be creeped the fuck out.  The highest compliment I can give a horror movie is to say that it was difficult to watch (i.e., made me squirm).  The Strangers managed that quite nicely, so I give it four bloody machetes: the highest rating on my Scale of Scare.

Several things make The Strangers particularly effective:

1)  I truly liked the main characters, Kristen and James, and sympathized with them throughout the entire movie (even when they made bad decisions).  They’re the only real characters in the film, and you’re right there with them the whole time: you are permitted no distractions from these two people and their predicament.  Perhaps the only horror movie I’ve seen where the viewer is truly just an eyewitness to the story, standing invisibly in the room.

2)  The director, Bryan Bertino, has the balls to leave out the usual buffoonery that marks horror movies; i.e., bombastic scare-music, frenetic camera cuts, and the ubiquitous Killer Cam.  Instead, a profound (and increasingly ominous) sense of silence pervades the film.  The atmosphere Bertino created and sustained in The Strangers–which holds even during the most violent scenes–reminds me of Kubrick’s The Shining (that dark, brooding atmosphere was in fact the only thing I liked about The Shining).

3)  The “strangers” themselves.  The doll masks of the female killers made me roll my eyes in disgust when I saw the trailer (Doll masks?  I thought.  Honestly.)  But the masks ruined nothing.  Taunting, merciless, and utterly without empathy.  Why did they do what they did?  Because Kristen and James were home.  Because they enjoyed it.  Just because.  Brrrr.

4)  The shock moments are accomplished with no fanfare or accompaniment, and they are truly unnerving.  I think this movie would be almost as scary with the sound off, and when did we ever see that before?  The answer is never.

5)  The squirm factor.  Like I said, this movie was hard to watch, especially at the very end.  HARD to watch.  I saw it first in the theater, along with a handful of teenagers.  Normally the most desensitized and gleefully voyeuristic among us, they could only attempt nervous laughter and obviously insincere jokes when the rough parts hit.  They were squirming too, and visibly disturbed. 

I won’t go into the minor weaknesses of The Strangers, because they’re minor enough that only a gore snob like me would even notice them (or care).  Well, just one: the film was supposedly based on true events-the Keddie murders, a truly horrific quadruple homicide that occurred in northern California in 1981.  The Strangers doesn’t resemble the Keddie murders at all.  My thought is, why even throw out the “based on a true story” gimmick when your film stands on its own so well?  The Strangers doesn’t need any ominous true-life associations: I predict it will grow into a classic, all on its own.

Hey, Thanks! Will Do.

The folks at Investor’s Business Daily–or as I like to think of them, “Dad”–have recommended that we save their handy checklist of the Obamessiah’s many grand promises, for later checking and (this is from me) mocking.

Here are my faves (it was hard to choose), but they’re all howlers:

*  Give a tax break to 95% of Americans.  Most Americans don’t realize that that when Obama says “95%,” he really only means “95% of Americans who don’t own businesses (small or large) or invest in the stock market in any way (including 401ks) or file jointly with a working spouse.” 

*  “If you make under $250,000, you will not see your taxes increase by a single dime.  Not your income taxes, not your payroll taxes, not your capital gains taxes.  Nothing.“  Being a lawyer myself and trained to spot the wily parsings of the morally bereft in my trade, I read this as saying that I won’t be taxed an extra dime, but everything else–pennies, quarters, and thousands and thousands of dollars–well, that’s fair game!

*  Dramatically simplify tax filings so that millions of Americans will be able to do their taxes in less than five minutes.  Again, this requires a bit of knowledge and some reading between the lines: “millions of Americans” will no longer be required to pay the piddling taxes they once did, and many more millions will still be paying zero taxes, so of course their tax filings will be accomplished lickety-split!

*  Give American businesses a $3,000 tax credit for every job they create in the U.S.”   This one is a real side-splitter.  Does anyone really believe that Obamapaloozi Reid will actually give evil corporations tax credits for the thousands of jobs they create each year?  You might as well believe they’ll hand out free flying unicorns.

*  Eliminate oil imports from the Middle East in 10 years.  ORLY?  That’s a helluva task when you’re against domestic drilling, profitable foreign drilling, the coal industry (which is 50% of our nation’s energy supply right there), and nuclear energy.  But wait!  I forgot the flying unicorns we’ll all get for free–they eat negative energy and crap environmentally-friendly rainbows, so maybe this one is doable after all. 

*  Finish the fight against Osama bin Laden and the al-Qaida terrorists.  Just like that, huh?  Well, I guess complete and abject surrender might effect this one pretty quickly. 

*  Demand higher standards and more accountability from our teachers.  Pure comedy, this one.  Where would the Democrats be without the teachers’ unions?

*  Go through the budget, line by line, ending programs we don’t need and making the ones we do need work better and cost less.  The key word here is “need,” and how the meaning of “need” is determined.  I’m guessing that Obamapaloozi Reid will feel that military defense and intelligence programs will not be “needed.”  Great news for our enemies without (Iran, Russia, China, etc.) and within (welfare deadbeats and illegal immigrants).

*  Slash earmarks.  Now, that is just getting ridiculous.

*  Let the uninsured get the same kind of health insurance that members of Congress get.  I.e., health care completely funded by other taxpayers, who will now have to pay double to get the crappy insurance they already have (because of bloated government entitlement programs that drive up the costs of private and employer-funded insurance).

So, What Now?

Most of America seems to be mindlessly galumphing towards the edge of the proverbial cliff, entranced by the dulcet tones of King Barack the Good.  Most of the galumphers no doubt believe that a hard-Left socialist like Obama can’t really do that much damage in four to eight years.  For the rest of us–those of us who take lessons from history–the 2008 presidential election resembles not so much a slightly risky Spring Break vacation, but more of a diagnosis of Stage IV pancreatic cancer.  Not much Hope to cling to, and all the wrong kinds of Change.

But as the sister of someone who just reached the 5-year cancer-free mark after a diagnosis of Stage III pancreatic cancer, here is the one paper-thin silver lining I can offer: that the American People are still the American People, and will eventually reject, and fight to reverse, the unforeseen consequences of electing Barack Obama.

If that healthy reaction to Obama fails to materialize, I recommend doing the following.  These are the only ways I can think of to stand up and fight back.

1)  Stock up on guns and refuse to let them be taken from you, whether by creeping regulation or by brute force.  How did the old rallying cry go?  Give me liberty or give me death!  It sounds extreme only to a coddled populace that has never had to fight for what they treasure.  As for myself, I decided long ago that I would rather die than surrender to a government that will not allow me to defend my own life.  If they want this girl’s guns, they’ll have to kill her.  Period. 

2)  Study the issues.  It’s amazing how informed you will be if you commit yourself to spending just an hour a day reading news stories, opinion pieces, and blog entries all over the Internet.  The sites on my Blogroll will get you linked up to the kind of informational variety necessary to becoming truly informed.  The people running those sites have devoted themselves to doing what the mainstream media refuses to do: providing a broad cross-section of coverage on any and every pertinent issue affecting our world.

3)  Make your voice heard.  Like #2, this requires some effort.  But people, the days when we could leave our grunt work to the hapless Republican Party are long over.  It’s time for conservatives to jump in and show that we are truly committed to preserving the country our Founding Fathers and forebears left us.  If we don’t, we were never the patriots we claim to be.  So write your Congressmen relentlessly.  Write letters to the editor of your local newspapers.  Send reports of interesting/significant happenings in your community or state to conservative media sources like National Review.  And hey, blog.  Learn to be an articulate and informed advocate for your beliefs.

4)  Formulate a “Plan B,” aka the John Galt Lite.  Should Obama and his Congressional posse do what they’ve promised–i.e., send taxes through the roof and otherwise punish private enterprise and success–ask yourself if you’re really willing to be the government’s field mule, driven up and down the Back Forty for the rest of your life in service to deadbeats and government bureaucrats.  Those who envy your talents and success, and who have no intention of making the sacrifices you’ve made to get where you are, well, those people have figured out how to turn democracy into their own personal organized theft operation.  Are you going to play that game?  I know I won’t.  My “Plan B” is to get the one job I know I can’t get fired from: public school teacher.  Hey, if I’m going to make peanuts anyway, I might as well be in a job that requires little intellectual effort and gives me summers off (plus a smorgasbord of national holidays!).  As a bonus, being a teacher would also give me a golden opportunity to be subversive and teach American values in enemy territory.  Get a Plan B of your own: don’t be the government’s bitch.

5)  Formulate a “Plan C” (or, as I call it, the Doomsday Scenario).  In the event that the lights truly do go out and we descend into Third World-style chaos and dissipation, you might want to think about where your Alamo will be.  Plan C could also be called “the Full John Galt.”

The ability to think ahead and plan for contingencies is what separates us from less intelligent animals and liberals.  So act accordingly. 

P.S.  If you don’t know who John Galt is, well, look it up.  Learn it.  Live it.

The (Sad) State of Our Union

Perhaps the most depressing thing about last week’s presidential election is how blissfully unaware most of the country is with regard to what this election portends for the United States.  It is the inevitable result, I suppose, of short-sighted electorate, stripped of all meaningful knowledge of America’s history and mechanics of government by several decades of crappy public school education (controlled and dispensed overwhelmingly by liberals).

I wish I could lay the blame solely at the feet of the Left, but alas, I cannot.  The Republican party–the only feasible voting option for conservatives–has abandoned its principles and, as a result, surrendered the game.  And now it will be a pox on both our houses, to the dismay of those of us who never gave up on what we believe.  We’re going down with the cultural annihilators and the enabling cowards alike.

I suggest that everyone read this devastating article by Peter Hitchens.  A few excerpts below–if they don’t make you cringe, you’re either extremely drunk or hopelessly stupid.  Or hey, maybe both.

“The swooning frenzy over the choice of Barack Obama as President of the United States must be one of the most absurd waves of self-deception and swirling fantasy ever to sweep through an advanced civilization.  At least Mandela worship–its nearest equivalent–is focused on a man who actually did something.”

True.

“If you can believe that this undistinguished and conventionally Left-wing machine politician is a sort of secular saviour, then you can believe anything.  He plainly doesn’t believe it himself.  His cliche-stuffed, PC clunker of an acceptance speech suffered badly from nerves.  It was what you would expect from someone who knew he’d promised too much and that from now on the easy bit was over.  He needn’t worry too much.”

Yep.

“Perhaps, being a Chicago crowd, [the audience of his acceptance speech] knew some of the things that 52.5 per cent of America prefers not to know.  They know Obama is the obedient servant of one of the most squalid and unshakeable political machines in America.”

Sadly, I think Obama voters knew about his inexcusably corrupt roots and shameless opportunism: they just didn’t care.  Which is even scarier than them not knowing.

“[The Third-World immigrants cheering Obama's election in D.C.] grasped the real significance of this moment.  They knew it meant that America had finally switched sides in a global cultural war.  Forget the Cold War, or even the Iraq War.  The United States, having for the most part a deeply conservative people, had until now just about stood against many of the mistakes which have ruined so much of the rest of the world.  Suspicious of welfare addiction, feeble justice and high taxes, totally committed to preserving its own national sovereignty, unabashedly Christian in a world part secular and part Muslim, suspicious of the Great Global Warming panic, it was unique.”

Wanting to please the anti-American Third World hordes reminds me of the smart kid in school who starts getting C’s–or even failing classes–because the endless envy and vicious taunts of the underachievers finally wears them down.  In other words, the dilemma of achieving black kids in inner-city schools, writ large. 

“These strengths had been fading for some time, mainly due to poorly controlled mass immigration and to the march of political correctness.  They had also been weakened by the failure of America’s conservative party–the Republicans–to fight on the cultural and moral fronts.  They preferred to posture on the world stage . . . . And now the U.S., like Britain before it, has begun the long slow descent into the Third World.  How sad.  Where now is our last best hope on Earth?”

America has always been the refuge and dream for strong and brave people who do not wish to live under the boot of an oppressive statist regime.   There’s nowhere to run now, ladies and germs.