Thursday, August 28, 2008

My thanks

to Faye and Trish and Mike and Grant and Larry and Pete and Bill and anybody I missed for all the neat pictures...I try to do it each time I run one but sometimes I get so excited over the pic that I forget...

Hussien departs

Having blessed the multitude.

Hussein's speech is so

electrifying that Bill Clinton is transformed...

Hussein enters

The anointed one approaches Invesco Field at Mile High....

Hussein's Doctrine

Obama said if elected in November 2008 he would be willing to attack inside Pakistan with or without approval from the Pakistani government, a move that would likely cause anxiety in the already troubled region.

"If we have actionable intelligence about high-value terrorist targets and President Musharraf won't act, we will," Obama said.


That is an act of war. It reminds me of this:

Some have said we must not act until the threat is imminent. Since when have terrorists and tyrants announced their intentions, politely putting us on notice before they strike? If this threat is permitted to fully and suddenly emerge, all actions, all words, and all recriminations would come too late. Trusting in the sanity and restraint of Saddam Hussein is not a strategy, and it is not an option.


The difference is that Pakistan is an ally.

So the Hussein Doctrine.

Don't attack enemies. Do attack allies

I'm in a foul mood today.

I am sick of politics. After listening to bits and pieces of Clinton and Biden last night I felt ill. The truth they know not. And seeing that the race remains tied per Rasmussen, Americans have figured that out. It remains now for McCain to make his case after Hussein disgusts us all with his speech tonight from The Temple of Lost Elections.

I read that it can rise. I assume after Hussein has climbed the mountain to the temple the motors will silently evaluate him above the adoring minions. Those of the sore feet, blisters and heat stroke... Perhaps we will get to see Hussein raise the dead, or three, or at the least provide water and sun block for the thousands.

You think not? Aw, ye of little faith.

I am surprised that they didn't put up a wire system to the top of the south end zone and have him magically float to the temple's entrance. Of course given Denver's penchant for thunderstorms containing huge lightning discharges perhaps the thought of Hussein connected to two or so hundred feet of metal antenna gave them pause.

When I was young and in such a mood I would look forward to what I saw as better days. Old men don't have that luxury. Although we accuse the young of living for the moment we more senior types are guilty as well, even if the present contains a crick in the neck. It could be so much worse, and may be tomorrow.

I am a child of the Cold War. It defined my life as nothing else. I remember listening to the radio by my bed as the reporter described thousands of Chicom troops pouring across the board and killing Americans. Read that sentence again and note, "and killing Americans." In those days there was no difference in people's minds about "Americans" and "soldiers." They were one and the same.

I later listened to Sputnik beeping and heard Kennedy declare that he would fix the "missile gap." We now know there wasn't one and that Kennedy knew there wasn't one and also knew that Nixon couldn't dispute the claim because that would have revealed secret information.

But Kennedy was an honorable man.

If Bush used the "scare tactic" it was Kennedy who introduced it.

At the height of the Cold War I was dispatched to Moscow to solve some communication issues at the Consulate. Flying into Heathrow on Pan Am we were transferred over to Aeroflot via bus out to a loading area. It was about 5AM and foggy and raining. As we lined up and climbed aboard I noted the outline of the bomb bay doors on the belly of the plane, and as I found my seat I saw the navigation bubble from which the stars and sun could be shot for no electronic emission navigation during an attack.

Waste not, want not. Commercial airliner during peace, bomber during war.

I remember I wasn't impressed with the interior. The plastic didn't come together at the seams properly and it wasn't especially clean. My row partner introduced himself as a teacher who had been on holiday in England. He seemed delighted to meet an American and we had a spirited conversation about baseball, movies and books for about two hours, fueled by plenty of vodka and small servings of cheese and crackers. It was, I decided, after 5PM someplace and vodka eases not only conscience but pain.

Later I was asked about the trip and when I described my companion knowing nods were given and it was explained they "knew him." I didn't believe it then and don't now. But I get ahead of myself.

At takeoff the pilot went to the very end of the runway, locked the brakes and applied full power, removing the brakes just as the power reached maximum. It is sometimes called a short field take off and is also used for ground fire avoidance from insecure areas around the runway. We went up at a high angle of attack and I was hopeful that if he suddenly lost power the pilot was skilled in dropping the nose fast enough to keep us out of a stall.

Practice makes perfect. I wonder if the Brits air control cleared some space for us. But then air traffic wasn't what it is now.

After enough vodka I slipped off to sleep and slept soundly. I awoke to ear pain and immediately understood the pilot was doing a short field/ground fire avoidance landing which means you come down very fast. Think of an elevator.

He turned final just as we broke through the clouds and I saw two USAF C-130's in full battle paint parked near some buildings. I didn't know, but there was a joint agreement on flights bringing in embassy supplies, etc.

I'm glad I didn't turn to my companion and yell! "We won! We won!"

Norway and Islam and Homosexuals and the Left

During Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's lecture to the President of Columbia, a richly deserved one I add just because it was dumb to ever have invited him, he made the infamous statement that there were no homosexuals in Iran. The wags of the Right, noting the position Sharia law takes about the subject and known cases of Iran hanging gays, immediately said, "Of course. You kill them all."

The Left, as usual when criticism of the unacceptable ways of a Muslim country comes up, deafened us with their booming silence.

We now come to this from Norway.

Earlier this week the Islamic Council of Norway's met with SV's homo-network, where they spoke of homosexual Muslims in Norway. This is the first time the Islamic Council met with homosexual representatives to debate on this issue.

Two and half weeks ago the Children and Equality Minister, Anniken Huitfeldt, criticized the Islamic Council for not rejecting the death sentence against homosexuals. (..)

"We stress that the Islamic Council of Norway rejects the death sentence for homosexuals in Norway, but we don't want to go into legislation in other countries," says Kobilica.

But Norwegian Muslims don't need to reject the death sentence for homosexuals outside Norway?

"As said the Islamic Council can't get involved in how other countries are run."

I bring this up for two reasons.

First, I can't figure why any official of Norway would be having this discussion. Killing people for any reason, except for self defense, is undoubtedly illegal in Norway. I mean you don't discuss bank robbing with bank robbers.

That they would be having the conversation at all confirms what the wags of the Right said. Gays are killed.

Secondly, this again brings to light the hypocrites of the Left who continually criticize McCain, and Bush before him, for noting that there are things about Islamic states that should be criticized.

Perhaps our Demo candidate, Hussein of Chicago, should say, "Well, maybe as a precondition to meeting with Iran they could condemn the killing of gays." I mean it is a pretty simple thing to do.

That he won't speaks volumes.