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Republic. I like the sound of the word. It means people can live free, talk free, go or come, buy or sell, be drunk or sober, however they choose. Some words can give you a feeling that makes your heart warm. Republic is one of those words. - John Wayne

Monday, September 24, 2007
 
Columbia's Mahmoud Show
by Cordeiro
And they say college is a place where people go to get smart.

Unless you've been living under a rock for the past few days, you know that the formerly prestigious Columbia University has seen fit to give the Islamofacist Murdering Thug President of Iran, the less than honorable Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, a forum in which to spout his nutter views.

They have done this under the guise of at least two "freedoms" about which they understand little. First Columbia claims "Freedom of Speech" as a justification for their Mahmoud show. On this issue Columbia's argument doesn't hold water. Yes, every American is guaranteed the freedom to speak without government restriction. I took a look at the first amendment today, and I can't find any reference to that freedom being given to America's enemies visiting mid-town Manhattan. I also can't find a single instance where the head of state of a nation responsible for killing Americans over the past 30 years has been welcomed with open arms by a center for higher learning.

Columbia's second "freedom" cited in their justification for Mahmoud's meet and greet is "Academic Freedom". Evidently they are more interested in asking questions of a man who would just as soon wipe Israel off the map - a man who thinks what Hitler did to the Jews in World War II was a good start. Add to that the fact Columbia's Dean says - given the opportunity he would have let Hitler have the same forum in 1939. No, I'm not making this up. Listen for yourself.



Among the former presidents of Columbia you'll find Dwight D. Eisenhower. I wonder how he'd feel about the Dean's posthumous invitation.

I'm getting rather tired of Mahmoud. I'm weary of his tin-pot banging rhetoric, his pursuit of the ultimate WMD, and generally having to see his face. I think IMAO has the right idea.



I think Mahmoud is in for a little surprise when he takes to the streets of New York today. In Iran, Mahmoud pretty much controls what he's exposed to. His delusional mind probably thinks he'll be warmly welcomed and embraced by the American people. Well, I took a look at some of New York City's welcoming committee, and this was the tamest group I could find.



Welcome to New York, Mahmoud. Can we call you Mahmmy? I understand there's a vacant lot in Queens that's been made ready for your arrival.

Here endeth the lesson.
Friday, September 21, 2007
 
Facing Life...Before Death
by Cordeiro
There a few certainties in this existence we call life. One of those certainties is the fact we all eventually will die. Nobody likes to dwell on this fact because – for most of us – death is a pretty depressing subject.

How we deal with life is just as important as how we deal with death. Few people actually know when it is their time here upon this Earth will end. One of those people is Carnegie Mellon University Professor Randy Pausch. He participated a lecture series based on the concept of asking professor types to give a speech of what they would want to include in their very last lecture. Personally I think that’s a pretty novel concept and a lecture series I’d be sure to attend.

For Professor Pausch, a Computer Science teacher, the venue is an ironic one. You see, Pausch suffers from – and will shortly succumb to – pancreatic cancer. In this short snippet from his lecture (thanks to Dean for the link) he gives some unique and inspiring thoughts on life and the importance of living those dreams you had in childhood.



Here’s a link to the full lecture. Though I haven’t had time yet to see the whole thing, I’m sure it’s as inspiring as the excerpt.

Randy Pausch is proof that how you deal with challenges – even fatal ones – is very much a choice of attitude.

Godspeed, Randy. The world will be a smaller place without you – and your imagination.

Here endeth the lesson.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
 
Five For Fighting ALS
by Cordeiro

If I had a nickel for every chain email that found its way to my inbox claiming I'd get rich if I forwarded it to my entire address book, well I wouldn't have the tip jar on the sidebar anymore.   If you're ever wondering why you don't get those emails from me, well now you know.

 

So, when the Blogfather mentioned Dean Barnett's post on this effort to fund the fight against Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) – commonly known as Lou Gehrig's Disease – I was, to say the least, surprised and somewhat doubtful.

 

Here's the deal – and it is exceptionally simple:  Follow this link, play the video, and $2 will be donated by Glenn Tullman/Allscripts and Bert and Cyndie Silva to fund what could be the final research into a cure for this deadly disease.  All you have to do is watch and listen.  Careful – you might learn something.

 

Here endeth the lesson.


Tuesday, September 11, 2007
 
It Was A Tuesday Morning In September
by Cordeiro

Six years ago this morning began like any other. American began their day in the usual way like they had countless mornings before. They woke up, showered, ate breakfast, bundled the kids off to school, and made their way to the work or whatever other daily activities they had planned for any other Tuesday morning.

Nobody ever plans anything very important for Tuesday. Tuesday is that day of the week that falls between the beginning and mid-week. Its just a day you try and muddle through.

At 8:46 AM Eastern Time, that quiet Tuesday became a day which would influence each and every day that followed. Within about an hour, the Twin Towers of New York’s World Trade Center had collapsed into what became known as Ground Zero. In Arlington, Virginia, one side of the Pentagon lay in a twisted ruin of concrete and steel. Over the skies of southeast Pennsylvania in America’s finest tradition, Citizens became Soldiers and defended with their lives their country and the lives of their countrymen.

That Tuesday morning began with America at peace and ended with America at war. In truth, the Islamofacist Murdering Thugs had been at war with the United States for nigh unto three decades. It was only that Tuesday they decided to bring it to our shores.

Much has transpired in the intervening years since that Tuesday morning. There is still a hole in the heart of New York City. There are as many opinions about that issue as there are New Yorkers – but the most vocal whiners are those who seem to be more afraid of offending the Islamofascists than they are upset and angry over the events of that Tuesday. Contrast this with the Pentagon restoration – all that remains of the attack is one blackened brick. The military brass was bound and determined that Osama “Binny” Laden wouldn’t dictate the look of their headquarters. New York could stand to follow that example.

With the passage of time comes the fading of memories. People move on with their lives and thus the country moves with them. For me, the memory does not fade. I still remember the events of that Tuesday morning in September. I have not forgotten the loss of 2,996 of my countrymen and women. The world is a smaller place without them in it.

Billy Joel once wrote a fictional song about a post apocalyptic New York. He performed it at The Concert for New York City. Click on the YouTube link below and pay attention to the last words of the song:

There are not many who remember….they say a handful still survive. To tell the world about, the way the lights went out, to keep the memory alive.


Remember.

Here endeth the lesson.

Graphic HT to the Dynamic Duo of Cox & Forkum
Monday, September 10, 2007
 
Weekend At Binny's
by Cordeiro
Looks like old Usama “Binny” Laden has finally decided to come out of his cave. Either that or his cave finally got a first generation video recorder.

I have yet to see the actual video tape, and I’m pretty sure much is lost in both the translation and transcription, but my final analysis is Binny Laden is a textbook nutcase Islamofacist Murdering Thug.

His gives a pointless meandering narrative that is difficult to follow even at its strong points – of which there are very few. He shows a stunning lack of understanding when it comes to basic US history – claiming the architect of the Vietnam War was none other than Rummy himself. Add to that his decrying the US withdrawal from the Kyoto accords – wrapping himself in the tried and true leftist mantle of Global Warming – and his concern about the US mortgage market, and I’m left wondering what exactly his point was to begin with.

Truth be told, Binny’s diatribe looks like something cut and pasted from the Daily Kos. He decries the Congressional Jackasses for their failure to pull out of Iraq and Afghanistan. He hits all the other Kossack talking points and quotes endlessly from anti-war sources even the most out of touch American knows to be false. Perhaps Binny suffers from a lack of sunlight in addition to all his other mental and physical maladies.

Tomorrow marks the sixth anniversary of Binny’s attack on the American people – and freedom loving people around the world. Much has come to pass during this time, but contrary to Binny’s pronouncement that “many of America’s policies have come under the influence of the Mujahideen”, one truth expressed in the aftermath of September 11th remains as true today as it was six years ago.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, for the record, Operaman – personified by none other than Adam Sandler (from 3:40 to the end):



His final stanza says it all:

Osama thinks he’s bad. Osama think’s he’s brave. Then tell me why Osama is s---ting in a cave!
Despite the best efforts of his dyed beard, he still looks more dead than alive. He still appears as he always has – not as a brave freedom fighter, but as a coward. That’s all – nothing else.

Here endeth the lesson.


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