Ann Coulter on Barbara Olson
Ignorant, sadomasochistic, bigoted faux-intellectual.
I’ve gotta get into Journalism if this woman is the Gold Standard for writers.
She is ready and willing to go out and start deporting, bombing, and killing people. And her vauge references don’t hide who she is talking about.
listen bitch:
we
do
NOT
know
who
did
it
.
Dozens of countries have agreed to strike down any country or individual who turns out to be responsible. These people will pay, one way or another. The Taliban has even agreed to turn over Osama Bin Lauden should we present proof he was responsible.
No one is going to get away with this.
But before we start shooting anyone who wouldn’t fit in at a Klan meeting, may I request that we actually find the true responsible party(ies)?
Cause when we start slaughtering Afghani men, women, and children, only to discover this was the result of some hick, redneck militia from East Bumpafuck, USA, we’ll prove ourselves to be the very monster we are currently decrying.
Maybe Ms. Coulter needs to take her hood off in church so she can hear better. Like the lines about “Judge not lest ye be judged” and “thou Shalt not Kill”. And if that doesn’t move her, she should keep in mind that this “murderous cult” she is referring to happens to be the fastest growing religion in the world, with millions upon millions of members. It doesn’t do to tease the lion when you’re in his cage. (And all this goes without mentioning the fact that Islam has far stricter moral and societal codes than Christianity or Judaism).
Go back to the Dark Ages, Ms. Coulter. We have no more Japanese internment camps. We aren’t out for playground justice. And we don’t need people like you playing off the basest, most vile aspects of human nature.
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awww Christ.
Thirteen Metro Police square cars just went by, with all lights and horns flashing, at high speed, headed east.
The presidential motorcade doesn’t get 13 squad cars.
This is the kind of shit that makes me nervous.
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The rescue workers in New York are using Magic Markers to write their names and social security numbers on their limbs. They know they are risking their own lives to save people who are most likely dead.
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Reagan Airport ‘Too Close’ to D.C.
funny… National Airport is still closed, although it is the only local airport the terrorists would NOT have used, since it does not allow transcontinental flights.
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(washingtonpost.com)
Ah… a rush of ego to my brain and other bodily extremities.
To be quoted, in the Washington Post. And not just any quote, but to wrap up the entire article.
I’m ready, Mr. Demille.
Edit: The article has since been taken down. But they interviewed me in the park behind the white house the day after the Sept 11 attacks.
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It is 7:30 in the morning. looking outside you couldn’t tell a damn thing happened. not now anyway. But just 22 hours ago, I was standing in front of this very computer, when a loud bang outside was followed by a vibration that shook the building.
It was assumed that the president’s home was so much rubble now. Or at least the OEOB.
When I made it to the street, an area that had been crowded with normally jaded downtown workers watching the fire crews race around town just 2 minutes before, the street was empty.
You live in this city knowing you are ground zero for any war that might happen. But I never expected the sky to fall. That was everyone’s reaction yesterday morning. You just didn’t know what was going to happen next. That was the scarey part. No one worries about a nuclear war, since you’ll never see it coming. But this was gruesome.
Americans are strange people. I left the shell shocked downtown for safer destinations. And I passed people having lunches at sidewalk delis. I came back to work to find client called about work, since they weren’t sure if we were going to stay here. In the suburbs people where discussing it in the street like yesterdays Redskins game.
Fifty thousand people worked in the World Trade Center towers every day. Twenty three thousand people work in the Pentagon every day.
This was no symbolic strike at american culture. These weren’t milatary targets, cultural landmarks, or transportation centers. These were probably the two biggest concentrations of people on the east coast. This was simply about wholesale slaughter.
And nothing we do is going to make it all better. There is no justice in a situation like this.
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Okay, I’m in no mood to post, but I can’t leave that feel good crap of my last post just sitting there for people to read. My family and friends will start thinnking I’ve gone soft.
I guess work was good for a Monday. Didn’t wanna drag my butt out of bed this morning. Which means I was runnignb behind and never got my exercises done on my ankle. And here I sit again, puttin them off untill I fall asleep.
Ambition is a wonderful thing. I’ll have to try it someday.
The boss is back from vacation tommorrow and I am trying to decide if that is a good or bad thing.
Speaking of which, if you’re looking for music, my recommendation for this month is a band called Boss Hog. They sort of take Blues, and rip it apart and recombine it as Rock and Punk. Well, that’s as close as I can get to a definition. They’re nowhere near as homogenous as most modern rock. Good shit.
Picked up two books tonight on my way home from work — Brave New World by Aldus Huxley and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson. The first was just to fulfill my sick facination with those ‘future gone wrong’ stories ( a la 1984, It Can’t Happen Here, and Farenheit 451. I picked up Fear and Loathing, which was my original intent of the trip, out of a general fascination with the gonzo journalists, especially since I started reading Transmetropolitan.
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Could anyone tell me why this was linked in my browsers tool bar? I can’t even remember the last time I went to macwarehouse. But this link has been there forever now.
Great, now I’m a digitalslob too!
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Hot fuck’n damn.
Got the comments working here in my journal. Means all you people who normally insult my writing to my face can now let the whole world know how you feel by posting your comments right here.
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Okay. So I feel a little pathetic looking back and the two biggest rants Ive had lately were about MTV and Freedom of speech on the internet (AOL no less).
On the scale of importmant issues in the world, these rate somewhere near the level of what’s on TV tonight.
I live in a city where people are gunning each other down in the streets on a daily basis. Where the department of health is located in a building that can’t pass their own inspections. Where the people re-elected a Mayor who had been caught on video smoking pot with a hooker.
This city is the capital of a country where a black boy was recently dragged to death behind a pick-up truck. And another boy was tied to a fence and beat to death for being gay. Where when a young woman disappears from her apartment never to be seen again, the question isn’t “what happened to the girl”, but “who was she fucking”.
The most powerful country in a world where after tens of thousands of years of civilization, our usual solution to international conflict is to try to kill eachother. A world where our greatest advances only come from wars. Where more savagry has been done in the name of God than anyone else.
and I was complaining about MTV’s ideals?
excuse me while I order a labotomy.
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It’s said you cannot slight someone for being what they are.
Bah. Fuck that.
MTV is the crap du jour. Or more precisely, MTV is the crap du jour tout la monde. (that’s “shit all the time” for all the Americans out there)
While they have never held themself to very many lofty standards, their current marketing campaign (not to be mistaken for cultural changes, kiddies) has turned the 900 pound gorilla of contemporary music marketing into a self-consuming cannibalistic shadow of it’s former self.
Did you ever think you’d see the day when VH1 had a better selection of music.
MTVs target demographic has become the same as their sister network, Nicolodeon. Those shows and concepts that haven’t been cancelled and/or outright banned, have been recycled and redone so many times they wouldn’t be fresh if they were sponsored by Right Guard. The stepford children they are passing off as pop musicians are the only fitting accompanyment to the ignorant grunting most of their favorite hip hop and rock groups being passing off as music.
I dunno. I think if I was still a kid, I’d be pretty insulted. The soundtrack to your disenfranchisement is being organized and brought to you, regardless of your race, creed, or color, by planning committee’s and focus groups paid for by a bunch of old white men who only make money if you do exactly what they tell you. (What do you want from a group of businessmen who make Richard Branson look young and wild?)
Turn off your TV. Shave your head. Go out to a club or bar (but I’ll lose all respect for you if they play dance music). If you don’t piss off old people, who will?
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Belfast Blast Rattles Schoolgirls
um. yeah.
In order to protest violence perpetrated by Cathloics, the protestants are shoot and bombing young Catholic school girls.
This isn’t even an eye for an eye (which only leaves both people blind). It’s more like a head for an eye.
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Okay… I seriously need to get my brain checked. I’m just now starting to fully recover from fracturing my right ankle.
So to celebrate I am going tubing down a river that includes Class 3 rapids.
I’m sure it would be easier to just step out into traffic.
*seg*
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Damn, I’m slow. If I don’t watch it, they are going to revoke my pervert credentials. It took me this long to realise how suggestive the name of my journal-of-the-inane here is.
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I cannot believe they (mis)quoted Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. on Sabrina, the Teenage Witch.
Bite me — it’s not like there is a whole lot of intellectual entertainment to be found on evening televion Friday nights. I can’t help it if my remote gravitates towards young, poorly dressed women.
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