in the hills of tuscany
enjoying this
and this
Friday, July 31, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
raphael saadiq
wonderful
caught him late nite on the telly and this guy is fantastic!!! i have been dancing all night and the cat is scared!
caught him late nite on the telly and this guy is fantastic!!! i have been dancing all night and the cat is scared!
what is an american
from the free state of PIG
What Is An American?
This first appeared a year and a half ago, as a Top Story. Since then it has gathered dust in my private archive, until today. With an America hating Marxist in the Oval Office, doing everything in his power to destroy this once great nation, it's much too easy to lose touch with our national identity. Being an American means something, and it's about f-ing time that we cut the crap, shake off our politically induced lethargy and reassert ourselves by proudly proclaiming: "I am an American, so back the hell off, Commie Asshat Sparky."
What is an American? The answer to that depends on whom you ask:
Osama, Mahmoud al-Gilligan, and all their Jihadikaze home boys will tell you that an American is evil personified. They will insist that an American is a demon who inhabits the Great Satan, their term for the United States of America.
Messiah Al’s disciples will tell you that an American is a carbon-spewing, energy swilling junkie who is callously destroying Mother Earth.
Hugo "Skipper" Chavez and his Marxist cohorts will tell you that an American is a capitalist exploiter who is enslaving the underclasses.
Cindy Sheehan class peace punks will insist that an American is a war monger who won’t rest until he has trampled defenseless nations underfoot and enslaved the denizens of those nations.
Before we can get a meaningful answer to our question, we need to seek the answer to another, equally important question: What is it that defines a national identity like "Italian", "Canadian", or "American"?
Ethnicity: Many national identities (Japanese, for example) are based, in part, on a shared ethnicity. That’s a viable standard, but it won’t work for America, because Americans can, and do, come from any/every ethic group. There is no ethnic/racial litmus test that will exclude someone from becoming an American.
Culture: Another common criteria for a national identity is a shared culture that stretches back centuries or millennia. That won’t work for Americans who have a propensity for remaking their culture on the fly. Americans, routinely, borrow elements from other cultures, especially when it comes to foods, fashions and terminology.
Geography: Being an American isn’t tied to a certain portion of the North American continent. It’s not the land itself that makes someone an American. An American is an American, no matter where he, she, heshe or it lives.
Longevity: In some instances, a national identity is based on how long a group of people have lived in a certain place. Excluding Siberian-Americans, those most commonly identified as Americans have only been living in the New World for 400 years, at most.
Obviously the usual traits that define a national identity don’t seem to apply to ‘American’. The ‘American’ identity isn’t limited by ethnicity, culture, geography and longevity. We need to dig deeper for the answer to this question.
What is an American? It’s not the vile things that our critics claim and it defies the conventional criteria for a national identity. The essence of being an American was shaped by this land, but not defined by it. The essence of being an American was, and is, enriched by the many ethnicities that inhabit this land conceived in liberty but isn’t limited to any one of them. The essence of being an American is demonstrated by, not defined by, American culture.
The traits that define an American aren’t anything tangible. Being an American is an attitude, a singular mindset, that we carry inside each and every one of us who are proud to state "I’m an American". The central fact about Americans is that their national identity was created, from scratch, by those rugged individuals who made their home here.
We are, as the open borders crowd insists, a nation of immigrants. Each new wave of immigration has put its own mark on the American character, redefining what it means to be an American, in the process.
The first immigration wave to the New World was undertaken at least 10,000 years ago, in the waning days of an ice age. Leaving the world they knew, those original immigrants - those individuals I call Siberian-Americans - gazed upon the land bridge spanning the Bering Straits and boldly began a long journey into the unknown. They were the embodiment of that classic human trait that makes us seek the answer to the question: "I wonder where that leads?" They started out on a dangerous journey into unknown territory to face its dangers head-on. Why did they risk it? Because it’s a primal human impulse to find out what’s around that next turn in the road, beyond that hill on the horizon, or across that dangerous stretch of ocean.
The next wave of immigration began when determined individuals in Europe started out on their own dangerous journey in boats that were barely up to the challenge of a notoriously unforgiving stretch of ocean. They landed on the new world and began to populate its eastern shores with men and women who dared to dream of a bold, untried form of government. Many of those who started that journey never lived to finish it. Some of those who completed that dangerous passage, didn’t survive the rigors that the New World imposed on them. Those who emerged from that trial by an unflinching Mother Nature laid the ground work for that singular individual we call an American.
Americans are, by nature, innovators, risk takers. An American is an individual who wants to test, his, her, hisher or its personal limits. An American wants to see how far, how high, their intellect, talent and hard work can take them. An American seeks "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" without Nanny State interference.
That seems to explain why people around the world spend years jumping through bureaucratic hoops, and surmounting countless hurdles for the right to become an American. Many of them understand what it really means to be an American better than most native born Americans. In many cases, these newest Americans put us to shame with their classically American work ethic, their determination to build their lives from scratch, and make their mark on the world, without Nanny State assistance.
There’s a lot we can learn from these legal immigrats who work so hard to enter America through the front door. They have much more to offer than exotic foods, fashion trends and new terminology. They are a badly needed lesson, a warning, that we are allowing the Nanny State and its social safety net to strip all the real meaning from an American’s national identity.
It’s my considered opinion that too many native born Americans have lost their way. The Nanny State’s siren song of artificial rights and safety nets that ‘spare’ us the essential, character building, life lessons is destroying us. Those life lessons, those blows, that the Nanny State absorbs, are vital, when it comes to forging the American character. We have become fat, lazy and much too complacent, while the Nanny State chips away at our birthright of inalienable individual liberty. We are, in short, our own worst enemy, when it comes to the erosion of that rugged individualism that is the solid foundation which gives being an American its unique meaning.
We’ve lost our way, but the situation isn’t hopeless. Many - perhaps most - of America’s legal, front door, immigrants harken back to the essence of what it means to be an American. They don’t want a handout. They don’t want a safety net. All they want is their chance to become that self-reliant, that self-made individual, an American.
What is an American? If you still don’t know, ask any legal immigrant. Ask any of those determined individuals who walk that long, torturous, path that ends at a ceremony where they are sworn in as a certified American. Ask those eager immigrants who dip their toe into those teeming capitalist waters with that donut shop, convenience store, dry cleaners or gas station. Ask that endlessly patient individual who is on that years long waiting list, ready, willing and eager for permission to realize that dream of becoming an American.
What is an American? An American is a dreamer, an innovator, an arrogant, swaggering pain in the butt, who dares to tell the rest of the world: "I’m living proof that there’s a better way."
What Is An American?
This first appeared a year and a half ago, as a Top Story. Since then it has gathered dust in my private archive, until today. With an America hating Marxist in the Oval Office, doing everything in his power to destroy this once great nation, it's much too easy to lose touch with our national identity. Being an American means something, and it's about f-ing time that we cut the crap, shake off our politically induced lethargy and reassert ourselves by proudly proclaiming: "I am an American, so back the hell off, Commie Asshat Sparky."
What is an American? The answer to that depends on whom you ask:
Osama, Mahmoud al-Gilligan, and all their Jihadikaze home boys will tell you that an American is evil personified. They will insist that an American is a demon who inhabits the Great Satan, their term for the United States of America.
Messiah Al’s disciples will tell you that an American is a carbon-spewing, energy swilling junkie who is callously destroying Mother Earth.
Hugo "Skipper" Chavez and his Marxist cohorts will tell you that an American is a capitalist exploiter who is enslaving the underclasses.
Cindy Sheehan class peace punks will insist that an American is a war monger who won’t rest until he has trampled defenseless nations underfoot and enslaved the denizens of those nations.
Before we can get a meaningful answer to our question, we need to seek the answer to another, equally important question: What is it that defines a national identity like "Italian", "Canadian", or "American"?
Ethnicity: Many national identities (Japanese, for example) are based, in part, on a shared ethnicity. That’s a viable standard, but it won’t work for America, because Americans can, and do, come from any/every ethic group. There is no ethnic/racial litmus test that will exclude someone from becoming an American.
Culture: Another common criteria for a national identity is a shared culture that stretches back centuries or millennia. That won’t work for Americans who have a propensity for remaking their culture on the fly. Americans, routinely, borrow elements from other cultures, especially when it comes to foods, fashions and terminology.
Geography: Being an American isn’t tied to a certain portion of the North American continent. It’s not the land itself that makes someone an American. An American is an American, no matter where he, she, heshe or it lives.
Longevity: In some instances, a national identity is based on how long a group of people have lived in a certain place. Excluding Siberian-Americans, those most commonly identified as Americans have only been living in the New World for 400 years, at most.
Obviously the usual traits that define a national identity don’t seem to apply to ‘American’. The ‘American’ identity isn’t limited by ethnicity, culture, geography and longevity. We need to dig deeper for the answer to this question.
What is an American? It’s not the vile things that our critics claim and it defies the conventional criteria for a national identity. The essence of being an American was shaped by this land, but not defined by it. The essence of being an American was, and is, enriched by the many ethnicities that inhabit this land conceived in liberty but isn’t limited to any one of them. The essence of being an American is demonstrated by, not defined by, American culture.
The traits that define an American aren’t anything tangible. Being an American is an attitude, a singular mindset, that we carry inside each and every one of us who are proud to state "I’m an American". The central fact about Americans is that their national identity was created, from scratch, by those rugged individuals who made their home here.
We are, as the open borders crowd insists, a nation of immigrants. Each new wave of immigration has put its own mark on the American character, redefining what it means to be an American, in the process.
The first immigration wave to the New World was undertaken at least 10,000 years ago, in the waning days of an ice age. Leaving the world they knew, those original immigrants - those individuals I call Siberian-Americans - gazed upon the land bridge spanning the Bering Straits and boldly began a long journey into the unknown. They were the embodiment of that classic human trait that makes us seek the answer to the question: "I wonder where that leads?" They started out on a dangerous journey into unknown territory to face its dangers head-on. Why did they risk it? Because it’s a primal human impulse to find out what’s around that next turn in the road, beyond that hill on the horizon, or across that dangerous stretch of ocean.
The next wave of immigration began when determined individuals in Europe started out on their own dangerous journey in boats that were barely up to the challenge of a notoriously unforgiving stretch of ocean. They landed on the new world and began to populate its eastern shores with men and women who dared to dream of a bold, untried form of government. Many of those who started that journey never lived to finish it. Some of those who completed that dangerous passage, didn’t survive the rigors that the New World imposed on them. Those who emerged from that trial by an unflinching Mother Nature laid the ground work for that singular individual we call an American.
Americans are, by nature, innovators, risk takers. An American is an individual who wants to test, his, her, hisher or its personal limits. An American wants to see how far, how high, their intellect, talent and hard work can take them. An American seeks "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" without Nanny State interference.
That seems to explain why people around the world spend years jumping through bureaucratic hoops, and surmounting countless hurdles for the right to become an American. Many of them understand what it really means to be an American better than most native born Americans. In many cases, these newest Americans put us to shame with their classically American work ethic, their determination to build their lives from scratch, and make their mark on the world, without Nanny State assistance.
There’s a lot we can learn from these legal immigrats who work so hard to enter America through the front door. They have much more to offer than exotic foods, fashion trends and new terminology. They are a badly needed lesson, a warning, that we are allowing the Nanny State and its social safety net to strip all the real meaning from an American’s national identity.
It’s my considered opinion that too many native born Americans have lost their way. The Nanny State’s siren song of artificial rights and safety nets that ‘spare’ us the essential, character building, life lessons is destroying us. Those life lessons, those blows, that the Nanny State absorbs, are vital, when it comes to forging the American character. We have become fat, lazy and much too complacent, while the Nanny State chips away at our birthright of inalienable individual liberty. We are, in short, our own worst enemy, when it comes to the erosion of that rugged individualism that is the solid foundation which gives being an American its unique meaning.
We’ve lost our way, but the situation isn’t hopeless. Many - perhaps most - of America’s legal, front door, immigrants harken back to the essence of what it means to be an American. They don’t want a handout. They don’t want a safety net. All they want is their chance to become that self-reliant, that self-made individual, an American.
What is an American? If you still don’t know, ask any legal immigrant. Ask any of those determined individuals who walk that long, torturous, path that ends at a ceremony where they are sworn in as a certified American. Ask those eager immigrants who dip their toe into those teeming capitalist waters with that donut shop, convenience store, dry cleaners or gas station. Ask that endlessly patient individual who is on that years long waiting list, ready, willing and eager for permission to realize that dream of becoming an American.
What is an American? An American is a dreamer, an innovator, an arrogant, swaggering pain in the butt, who dares to tell the rest of the world: "I’m living proof that there’s a better way."
how is that hope and change working out for you?
justice ;)
my carshare partner keeps me from yelling out the window when i see a car plastered with not only the obama/biden stickers, but all the other facist crap, "so this is what stupid looks like"
my carshare partner keeps me from yelling out the window when i see a car plastered with not only the obama/biden stickers, but all the other facist crap, "so this is what stupid looks like"
Sunday, July 26, 2009
rhubarb
one of the things i miss alot about scotland is the ability to buy rhubarb yogurt. it is positively my favourite yogurt flavour. so i bought a couple of stalks and some plain yogurt with the hopes of somewhat recreating the delictable treat i miss. the problem is.. i cannot find a receipe to cook rhubarb without adding sugar. a lot of sugar. does anyone know if cooking rhubarb on its own will produce a taste that is worth adding to the yogurt?
thanking anyone in advance
thanking anyone in advance
a little sunday humour
I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.
FOR EXAMPLE:
One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, 'I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me.'
I said, 'WHAT??!! What was that?!'
So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear...
'You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.'
She responded to my puzzled look by saying, 'Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?'
Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.
The very next day I opted to take the day off work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfit s. She couldn't decide which one to take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said, 'Lets get a pair for each outfit.'
We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis
I think I threw her for a loop when I said, 'That's fine, honey.' She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, 'I think this is all
dear, let's go to the cashier.'
I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, 'No honey, I don't feel like it.'
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled, 'WHAT?'
I then said, 'Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.'
And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, 'Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?'
Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that bitch knows I'm smarter than her.
FOR EXAMPLE:
One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, 'I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me.'
I said, 'WHAT??!! What was that?!'
So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear...
'You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.'
She responded to my puzzled look by saying, 'Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?'
Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.
The very next day I opted to take the day off work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfit s. She couldn't decide which one to take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said, 'Lets get a pair for each outfit.'
We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis
I think I threw her for a loop when I said, 'That's fine, honey.' She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, 'I think this is all
dear, let's go to the cashier.'
I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, 'No honey, I don't feel like it.'
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled, 'WHAT?'
I then said, 'Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.'
And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, 'Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?'
Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that bitch knows I'm smarter than her.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
my days are numbered
i sent an email to the our esteemed president telling him his healthcare overhaul was bogus, so i am sure that my days here on a blog are numbered. if you hear about some redhead's blog being deleted.. oh well
i said my piece
and i am laughing!
i said my piece
and i am laughing!
Sunday, July 19, 2009
a little bit of my life
through facebook a man i dated found me. he is jordanian and has been in this country since he was 13, so quite americanised. and a catholic as most palestineans who were located to jordan are. (bad sentence structure.. sue me) his family left jordan for the US because they saw that the plo was busy inducting and indoctrinating their sons.
when we dated, it was quite fun. i met a lot of interesting friends of his. one was a member of the "esteemed" pflp. actually "P" was quite amusing.. a big guy who thought he was gods gift to women. but he respected me.. in an amusing way.
i learned to belly dance as well.. and not the belly dancing that is popular with america.. the real stuff. i also learned to cook some fabulous arabic dishes
my best friend and her husband (i ended up working for him) were orthodox jews.
so here i was, dating a jordanian, with radical palestinan friends, working for orthodox jews.
oh and by the way, i am a christian who believes that those that support israel are blessed by god.
a sprititual war went on in my heart
i didn't marry him
so now he is working for homeland security.. he applied after 9/11 because he loves this country.
so a little bit of my life
when we dated, it was quite fun. i met a lot of interesting friends of his. one was a member of the "esteemed" pflp. actually "P" was quite amusing.. a big guy who thought he was gods gift to women. but he respected me.. in an amusing way.
i learned to belly dance as well.. and not the belly dancing that is popular with america.. the real stuff. i also learned to cook some fabulous arabic dishes
my best friend and her husband (i ended up working for him) were orthodox jews.
so here i was, dating a jordanian, with radical palestinan friends, working for orthodox jews.
oh and by the way, i am a christian who believes that those that support israel are blessed by god.
a sprititual war went on in my heart
i didn't marry him
so now he is working for homeland security.. he applied after 9/11 because he loves this country.
so a little bit of my life
my democratic friends were right
stolen from my favourite pigs - from the free state of PIG
Juan McCain
As much as it pains me to say this, I have to admit it, my Democrat friends were right.
They told me if I voted for McCain, the nation's hope would deteriorate, and sure enough there has been a 20 point drop in the Consumer Confidence Index since the election, reaching a lower point than any time during the Bush administration.
They told me if I voted for McCain, the US would become more deeply embroiled in the Middle East, and now, tens of thousands of additional troops are scheduled to be deployed into Afghanistan.
My Democrat Party friends told me if I voted for McCain, that the economy would get worse and sure enough unemployment is approaching 8.8% and the new stimulus packages implemented recently have sent the stock market lower than at any time since the Islamic Terrorists attacks of 9-11.
They told me if I voted for McCain, we would see more "crooks" in high ranking positions in Federal government and sure enough, several recent cabinet nominees and Senate appointments revealed resumes of scandal, bribery and tax fraud.
They told me if I voted for McCain, we would see more "Pork at the trough" in Federal government and sure enough, 17,500 "Pork Bills" showed up in Congress since January 2009.
I was also told by my Democrat friends that if I voted for McCain, we would see more deficit spending in Washington D.C., and sure enough, Obama has spent more in just 30 days than all other Presidents together - in the entire history of the good ole USA.
Well I voted for McCain in November and my Democrat friends were right... all of their predictions have come true!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
So, when will white America be off the hook for sins of the past?
A very ugly thing is going on in America. Due to a lack of education regarding our history, the Constitution and what has made America great, politicians are extremely successful spewing divisive rhetoric, entitlement, victim-hoodism and class envy. "Hate the rich! Hate Whitey! Vote for me! I'll give you their stuff! I'll MAKE them do right by you!" Totally disgusting! This is NOT my America.
Lloyd Marcus, Singer/Songwriter of the "American Tea Party Anthem", is President, NAACPC (National Association for the Advancement of Conservative People of Color).
sense at last from the naacp. click on lloyds name and read the rest of the post .. found via founding bloggers
correction: it is not the naacp- they are evidently still stupid. Mr. Marcus is from the naacpc.
Lloyd Marcus, Singer/Songwriter of the "American Tea Party Anthem", is President, NAACPC (National Association for the Advancement of Conservative People of Color).
sense at last from the naacp. click on lloyds name and read the rest of the post .. found via founding bloggers
correction: it is not the naacp- they are evidently still stupid. Mr. Marcus is from the naacpc.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
wishing everyone a happy independence day
a must read: washington's farewell address
Of all the dispositions and habits, which lead to political prosperity, Religion and Morality are indispensable supports
Thursday, July 2, 2009
the reason for racism in america
“Michael Jackson made culture accept a person of color, way before Tiger Woods, way before Oprah Winfrey, way before Barack Obama. Michael did with music what they later did in sports and in politics, and in television. And no controversy will erase the historic impact,“ Sharpton said.
the perpetual myth of racism in america comes from the so called black leaders
before michael jackson, may i remind you, idiot sharpton, there was
bb king, nat king cole, sammy davis jr, sidney poitier, and the entire roster of motown, to name just a few.
yes, there were stupid laws before the 60s but those laws did not have an impact on the great musicians and actors of the 50s and 60s. we honky white folk did love our black music..
you stupid ignorant (words i cannot type)get a real job and maybe you can gain some credibility
the perpetual myth of racism in america comes from the so called black leaders
before michael jackson, may i remind you, idiot sharpton, there was
bb king, nat king cole, sammy davis jr, sidney poitier, and the entire roster of motown, to name just a few.
yes, there were stupid laws before the 60s but those laws did not have an impact on the great musicians and actors of the 50s and 60s. we honky white folk did love our black music..
you stupid ignorant (words i cannot type)get a real job and maybe you can gain some credibility
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