Since the liberal judges have ruled that your property rights are meaningless and the position is indefensible, the liberal media (meaning CNN, MSNBC, ABCNews, et al) are conspicuously missing any meaningful articles on the topic. However a headline pronouncing the fact that the Supreme Court took the case of anti-abortion protests holds a prominent spot on CNN.com. The case won't be heard for about a year. This, however, is BEAU-tee-full: Supreme Court justice faces boot from home? Developer wants 'Lost Liberty Hotel' built upon property of David Souter Read all about it And on non-Communist FoxNews, the story of a little old lady now defenseless against corporate pig developers. Hear that Libbies? Your libbie judges have totally empowered Corporate Pig Big Developer, the ones that chop up the giant redwoods for notebook paper and strip malls. Congrats; taste the bitter pill of your own philosophy. Read all about it

One of the most sacred and wonderful things in the United States of America has been the dedicated preservation of your private property rights. A constitutional right designed in the shadow of medieval feudalism where lords dictated when you had land and when you did not, the now-infamous decision by the Supreme Court has reversed a 200+ year history and certainly unraveled the threads of liberty our forefathers wove together. Now, as long as cities need your property and can make more money on it, they can take it. And so just like that, this decision has paved the way for your property to be seized at any time, and your intent, your future, your plans for it, are meaningless. Completely meaningless. It also renders laughable the myth that liberals, liberal judges, or liberal politicians have any concern whatsoever for the "little guy" as they claim, and every concern in the world for government expansion and government power. I knew an elderly old woman who lived in a run-down city in the eastern region of San Diego County. Her family purchased several acres about 110 years ago to farm, and of course San Diego exploded around this old farm and its farmhouse. The house itself is about 105 years old, an ancient historical landmark in California where most structures of its day were made of clay and are long dissolved. Some land was sold by previous family members. But 15 acres around the old farmhouse remain, and it stands out like a beautiful sore thumb amidst the decrepit strip malls and cheap apartments over-built around it. As the last survivor in the family besides her children, this woman repeatedly turned down offers by developers and the city, a city whose own poor planning caused the area to become "blighted." She knew the pennies they offered in the 70's and 80's were nothing compared to the potential in the years to come. What a smart woman she was; land there is now so prized, it makes the previous offers and "fair market values" comparable to the nickel sale of Manhattan. Her perseverance paid off. Her children, to whom she was so devoted she lived in a house where you could see the ground through the rotting floors, became rich. If the city, who you recall caused its own demise by over-building low income apartments and trashy strip malls, if this same city had the power of this Supreme Court ruling behind it, it would have declared her house “blighted” (it was rundown, she was an 80 year old woman caring for a large farmhouse on a Social Security pension). The historic house would have been razed and the last acres of an entire family's history sold off and forgotten, forever. Her children would have split just thousands between them instead of the millions realized, thanks to their tough old broad of a mother. Because she was willing live and work hard to create a good future for her children, that dream--a dream every American ought to be able to pursue--was realized, tenfold. THAT, my friends, is what the Supreme Court decision means to the average American. You no longer have the right to hold onto your own property for the future. If your family was lucky or smart enough to have bought property years ago, and some wealthy neighborhood has been built around it, kiss your dreams good-bye. "Fair compensation" is a vacuous platitude in the context of 200-300% property value increases in high demand communities (California in particular). A $300,000 fair market payout for a landgrab today is a lost opportunity to hold onto what will be a $1,000,000 property in just a few short years. So stay tuned, everyone; MediaWatchblog has been never been as motivated to galvanize. And we are galvanizing. Watch out Ikea, we've found you are a culprit in a similar city landgrab, and we're ready to take you out, right at one of your busiest and largest stores, the one right up the street from me in THE OC. You, and anyone like you.

Read all about it Then what's the point? Stay poor, drive your cheap car. I suppose that's just sour grapes now isn't it...

Read all about it The soul-less BTK killer, the ice species in a container resembling that of homo sapien appeared in court today. He testified that he decided to put the people he murdered "down", as though discussing a rabid bat. I have a rabid bat for it (a him in physiology, but bearing no resemblance to any man I've ever known in any other respect), and all those like it. It gets to decide when to kill, torture, rape. It had all the power, until it just couldn't stand the lack of publicity, and it decided to send information to newspapers. Thank god its ilk has such a craving, a craving as powerful as its desire to murder. If it had not started these media blitzes, it would have never been caught. I would really love to know how we can identify these its and stop them. It is too late when they have already caused such harm, such intense grief. Isn't there a way to brain scan these monsters? Why not? I hate to mention Movie Star P-Fer Tom Cruise (aaggg...that's me choking on his idiocy) twice in one week, but there are days when shades of Minority Report sound like a good idea.

You may not have any god at all, just as Stalin and Lenin have showed us before. You must bow to godless beliefs You may not take any liberal cause in vain, or you will offend someone. While they may offend you you may not offend them. You must toil for six days to pay the state for all the liberal causes they desire. On the seventh day you may rest so that you are fresh to work again the next six days for free. Honor your mother and father unless they're not allowing you to bang your boyfriend when you're fifteen. You may not kill anyone unless they are cutting down a nice tree. Then, you may kill them. You may not screw around in marriage, unless you are unhappy. You may not steal, unless it is something you want. You cannot lie about a crime, unless you are a liberal college student trying to make a political statement. You must covet everything, and anything you want and do not have is a justification for anger and taxes.

Watching Cruise lead a very impressionable, maleable, and rather dumb female down the dark path of Scientology makes me kinda queasy. That he is walking around telling everyone he knows--in absolutes--what's right and wrong and that we're all just living in a delusional fog, well, by golly, that earns Mr. Cruise a place on MediaWatchblog’s Movie Star Pig Fucker Hall of Lame. Read all about it Tom Cruise "tangles" with Matt Lauer on the Today show, if you call Lauer's pansy responses entangling or tough. While we give Lauer credit for even hitting on the Brooke Shields / Cruise pissing fight (instigated by Cruise), but he didn't nail him to the wall in spite of the heroic headlines Lauer is getting today. Check out Lauer’s gag-me-with-a-pitchfork gush after Cruise basically called Lauer a fool: At one point Cruise told Lauer, "You're glib" and said Lauer didn't know what he was talking about. The star launched into a detailed discussion of the use of the prescription drug Ritalin...."It's very impressive to listen to you," Lauer replied, "because clearly, you've done the homework. And you know the subject." Where are the hip waders dude! It's crotch deep in here! Here's what the Today interview looks like with MWB on the job: "So, you say you know the history of psychiatry, and that is why you call into question the entire field today. Do you understand the history of surgery, when they were using leeches and hot jars to cure people? If so, how do you reconcile visiting a doctor with a broken arm but not a broken spirit?" "You say you don't talk about things you don't understand. Then can you explain how serotonin re-uptake inhibitors, which prevent re-uptake of serotonin and thus increase the concentration of serotonin at the neural synapse, is not an effective method of increasing or stabilizing serotonin levels (a crucial component of one's overall mood) but paying Scientology a bunch of money does? What is that mechanism on the neural pathways, exactly?" I'd also ask Mr. Cruise, Knower of All things, doesn't Scientology demand that women not utter a single sound during childbirth even without pain medication, and that should they fail to do so, they have destroyed their children forever? Isn't this a bit medieval and cruel, and isn't this another sexist pig way for men to blame all the shortcomings of the children on the mother? I’d ask him, do you remember Andrea Yates? Not only did her cessation of medication cause her to plummet into a darkness and pit of mental hell Cruise could never understand, she was being given videos of a Christian freakshow dressed in a Satan outfit telling mothers they can irreparably serve their children up to the devil if they are "Bad." Funny how freakshow MEN hiding behind the cloak of rightousnous and religion always get to determine just what "Bad" women are. Isn't it, Mr. Cruise? Don't you find that an odd coincidence, Mr. Cruise? From the Christians to the Taliban to the Scientologists and back, the men get to decide what bad women are, get to take the self-righteous moral high ground, and women, at least those who can think straight, can thank jesus for giving them freedom in these United States. And for that, we give the big fat bird to movie star p-fers and everyone like them.

Big BIG kiss to Oreck Vacuums It's a sad state of affairs, but even the MWB team's fabulous city flats and palatial moutain hideaways get a little dusty hither and thither. Fortunately, our servants can get it all cleaned up with this fabulous, powerful, and lightweight Oreck vacuum. If you visit the Oreck site, the deals are fabulous; you can buy the vacuum and bill it in super-cheap monthly installments to your own credit card. Honey, this is free money. Your maid gets the place uber-shipshape, and you don't even have to pay for it up front, and no interest (we know $40 is a rounding error in your checkbook so you won't even miss it). You also get to pick a really nice freebie, which MWB also loves. And Marla says, god forbid, if the maid doesn't show and you're forced to do the vacuuming yourself, it's not that bad with the Oreck. You won't hurt the mani, pedi, or paraffin wax softness.

Read all about it With all the jubilation over the rescued Utah boy scout, his bizarre behavior and actions during the rescue are being gloseed over. His mother says: He had two thoughts going through his head all the time... Toby [his father] always told him that 'If you get lost, stay on the trail.' So he stayed on the trail. We've also told him don't talk to strangers ... when an ATV or horse came by he got off the trail ... when they left, he got back on the trail. Lost for four days, desperately in need of help, he doesn't have the sense to reach out to the rescuers he encounters on the trail. Worse, he is consciously hiding from them, having been taught not to talk to strangers. That he doesn't have enough sense to distinguish between a rescuer who is looking for him in the wilderness and a stranger who will snatch him from the streets of Provo forever, at 11 years old, is totally perplexing. Rewind a few years to another triumphant return, that of Elizabeth Smart. Her reticence to flee her kidnappers, even where it appears she had opportunity to do so, was ascribed to Stockholm Syndrome. Maybe it's whacko Utah kid syndrome... there must be some sort of brainwashing, or Mormon lock-step groupthink, that made these kids completely incapable of dealing with grave circumstances. Neither child showed one scintilla of common sense during their ordeals, which were horrifying. God rest her blessed soul...5 year-old Samantha Runion spoke clearly to her friend "go get my nana!" when grabbed by the monster would kill her; that clear instruction (which her friend followed) resulted in the capture of the vile creature. She kicked, screamed, and fought to the end. Perhaps it's my bias, but to have two kids from Utah who simply melted into their truly dire predicaments with nary a peep is more than coincidence.

Read all about it Or between a vote for Bush and Gag me with a Gore-bee. How can you possibly expect those yet-to-be-identified Martians could discern the difference between pro and amateur photography? The funniest business travel stories I have are all my interactions with retarded Floridians. Funny now, that is; not funny at 12 a.m. when trying to get a rental car and sleep before an 8 a.m. meeting, which is 5 a.m. on the California clock. It was those trips that made me fully understand the voting "controversy" and why they felt so justified in defending their inability to distinguish one hole from another (that's another post entirely...squeal little piggie, squeal!). Whenever I went to the hotel, the car rental counter, or the airline counter, it was always the same... "Last name please." My name is one of those Irish deals with an O and an apostrophe; the next letter is a D, as in "O'Dxxx" 10 times out of 11; "O- whut?" I spell it. "We dont' have no D's... here. D whut?" I spell it again. "Is it D somthin, or O somthin'? " I always asked said counter person, "Did I land in Jacksonville, Florida or is this Mobile, Alabama? Juss checkin'..." Therefore my MWB friends, it's no surprise the example of the retarded Martian photo lab employee who cannot tell the difference between a pro photog and an amateur is, frankly, no shock.

Read all about it Every single one of these guys is hot hot hot, but more in the way a cast iron skillet on a hot stove is hot; all on the surface but eew! Don't wanna touch it! As good as all these guys look on the surface, they all have that certain je ne sais quoi... that I'm-a-slimy-gay-pornstar look.