John Ziegler, talk show host on KFI, gives us a truism that the Nazi Collaborating Cheese Eating Surrender Monkeys (French) and the Nazis (Germans) would do well to understand, and remember what a short trip to 1939 we really are:

If the Middle East Muslims had no weapons, there would be no war. If the Israelis had no weapons, there would be no Israel.

For some reason the rest of the world has chosen to forget the Holocaust altogether and once again, unify against the Jewish community in a time of war. An accurate comparison of the situation in the Middle East is as follows: Let's say we took those pesky Minutemen the liberals love to hate; the volunteers who are helping our failing federal government defend and protect our borders. Let's say these pesky Minutemen started lobbing rockets and/or missiles into Mexico, for 2 years they do this. The world tells Mexico to pound sand. The pesky Minutemen relish in the negative publicity their victim, a sovereign nation, is receiving. They taunt Mexico even further by crossing the border into Mexico, kidnapping, torturing, and murdering two soldiers. What should Mexico do? The world condemns them as they decide enough is enough and they attack the Minutemen. Then the US says, hey, wait a sec, you can't attack our country! Mexico says, well, you shouldn't protect and house an organization who lobs rockets and missiles into our country for TWO YEARS while you do nothing, then let those same animals brutally kidnap our soldiers. And you know what? Mexico would have every right to come after us. THAT is the situation faced by Israel, THAT is why they must defend themselves to the death. We should not forget the horrifying religion of peace Israel is fighting--Islam—a religion that sanctions beatings to women who wear nail polish, stones people to death in this third millennium, a religion that justifies homicide bombings, the 9/11 attacks, beheadings, torture, murder, a religion that wishes to wipe the Infidels (anyone who is not an extreme Muslim fundamentalist) off the face of the earth. There isn’t a free country or place on this earth where Muslims run the show. Is that what we want for the world? Liberals wake up; hello!!!! you feminists, you’re the first to go if they take over! Personally, I think they're all eating too much cat poop. Read all about it

Read all about it So what if a governor referred to a massively fubar-ed endeavor such as Boston's Big Dig as a Tar Baby. Why are people offended? Why are people offended at the slightest verbal faux pas, then demanding of apologies and retractions and media statements and resignations and reparations and and and! When the Los Angeles Unified School District Superintendent compared the LA mayor's assertion that the district is poorly performing to propaganda about the Japanese during WWII, that was another unnecessary furor (totally intended). Get over yourselves people. Whether you're Jap, Wop, Chink, Nigger, Slant-eyed scoundrel, or a tar baby, you are not so almighty important that the mere utterance of the slur means you have been mortally wounded and retribution is mandatory. Fuh thuh luvah Gawd, just laugh at the errant stupidity, remember the last time you suffered from foot in mouth disease, and then get down off your goddamn high horse before you break your legs!

Read all about it John Kerry, that moron of Masachusetts (only one of many) has given us today's whacakdoo quote:

"If I was president, this [conflict between Hezbollah and Israel] wouldn't have happened."

Really? John Kerry, mister lead mouth himself, could have personally intervened and brought peace to the Middle East? A feat no person nor president, not even the butt kissing peace-nic Jimmy Carter, has been able to accomplish? IS HE INSANE? YES!

Thanks Frenchie--MWB's own Cheese Eating White Flag Surrender Frog. Michela has been quite uninspired to post anything meaningful and this is sorta funny.

Read all about it An AbFab Wiki How-To on how to cool yourself without air conditioning. With the prehistoric mental cases in the Middle East striking up another useless conflict, just to strike up another useless conflict, you may want to do all you can to keep from giving those assholes another dime. Since you can't walk to work, probably, you can save on some A/C usage... not sure if this will directly help, but it can't hurt your energy bills either. Sorry for the long absence peeps, but after a sin-filled week in Vegas, I'm a little slow to post. Good weekend all!

The idea of the "Sisterhood" is a concept PC feminists push around like Quaaludes and means, in theory, that women stick together...that women support each other in this world of oppressive men, and we've got each other's backs. To this humble observer, it's correct only because we sink our claws one inch deep in each other's backs any chance we get. Then yeah, we've got each others backs, all the way to the first aid station to disinfect the deep gouges! Last week, me, Mizz Michela, had a nice run-in with some middle-aged haggie types during an otherwise uneventful but annoying fire drill. You know the types...their lips are so pursed they could carry a kitten in their mouths without using their teeth. Their haggish expressions are so frozen in, it looks like they've been doing just that for all 50+ years of their lives. Loocy, whut happun?! you ask? The hag that started it all is that ever-so-important hall monitor with that badge of honor--the hall monitor sash--who is supposed to make sure all others are out before they escape the "fire" themselves. Me, Mizz Michela, has had some medical treatments in the last month or so that render my skin completely intolerable of the sun. In fact, a few days after each treatment I must not be in the sun at all; not even to sit near a window indoors. After that first few days, I'm not supposed to be in the sun at all during the high noon hours, 11:00 to 15:00. This fire drill was at 10:30 or so. So Michela was, in fact, not happy about having to walk outside, to stand in the middle of a sunny parking lot while the hall monitors take their roll calls and report all have "escaped." And I was trying to make sure I left at the last possible minute to minimize the time standing out in the sun, and to give my sunscreen a few more minutes to sink in. Haggie hall monitor did not like my dilly dallying. So she says she'd "burn up" looking for me, if it was a real fire, to which I responded something like, well, don't do that! Save yourself! Plus, I noted the stairwell had a long line as the entire building of exited at the same time. Sho' 'nuff, when I re-joined the mass exodus, there was still a line and a delay in the stairwell. Well, from that 20 second exchange, haggola went to her manager, and her manager felt that t was soooo serious, she must complain to the CIO of the division. Some sistahood, hags! Some sistahood you got goin' there! You want to wreck my career because I'm not happy about a fire drill? I didn't call your haggie hall monitor a bitch, or a whore, or a cee u next tuesday. Did it cross your mind there might be a reason I'm not in a rush to escape a building that is not even on fire? They sure as hell did not bother to ask before sinking the claws... See, I know the manager who went to the CIO well. I have worked well with her for 2 1/2 years. I even cut my hair a little shorter based on her suggestion, and I later told her so. For you guys not in the know, that is about the highest form of flattery a woman can get; that another woman followed your hair recommendation. End of story, that's a huge compliment. What do I get for that, for my friendliness and congeniality? CLAWS! SCRRRAAATCH all the way down my lily white back. The secondary hag could have come to me to ask why I gave her hall monitor hag some "trouble" (if you could possibly call that exchange "trouble") leaving during the drill. I could have explained to her my medical woes, and my guess is she would have been quite sympathetic. But noooooooo...it's more fun to attempt to wreck my life and stab me in the back. This hag and I later came face to face in an aisle way in which she verbally accosted me and accused me of not saying hello. Does it get any more petty than that? It was like looking at my mother coming in late from curfew... "What did you say?" she screamed at me in front of dozens of people. Um, I said the idea of the sistahood is bullshit, baby! And that's the moral of this story...next time women complain about THE MAN, remind them, oh no, we have much more to fear in our careers from THE PETTY WOMAN...middle-aged, purse-lipped, angry, women. When I've had work issues with men, it's been legitimately business-releated. Not this idiotic, petty bullshit that women seem to insist on turning into WWIII sized causes. So to the idea of a sisterhood, I say, save yourselves sistah! Both from the fire (that isn't there) and from the Sistahs! They're both quite deadly, I assure you...

Read all about it He's an entertainer and even people with pea brains missing their pods get that. Only Democrats and liberal media outlets seem to think he has a significant impact on the real world. In other news, members of the Kennedy family who actually hold public offices that do significantly impact the lives of ordinary citizens are still drunks and drug addicts, but CNN is not "working to confirm" this fact.

Read all about it This article contains a slew of notes to self for those of you who might find yourselves in prison some day. God forbid. But it happens. You know, an ex-husband drives you over the edge of sanity and you murder him...that kind of thing. It just happens. My favorite note to self in this how-to-survive-prison list:

Do not become a 'punk' (girlfriend). While becoming a punk might give you some fleeting, temporary protection from other inmates, you will be a virtual slave to one. Punks are used and abused. They are traded away in card games and sold for cigarettes. It is not a path to long term survival in prison.

Now, thems some words to live by!

Thanks to iGanja for this informative report...if you are an avid reader of this blog (and we know you are!), you read my issue about the state of health care in this country. (Click ->here<- to re-read.) MWB also thinks that care is at a critical point in this country, but for all you US citizens who are seeking treatment in the ER but finding long waits (especially in SoCali), iGanja has the solution. Simply attach this badge to your shirt when you go into the ER. Watch as the throngs in line in front of you suddenly recover from their emergency illnesses!

Read all about it I've always told non-San Diegans they don't--and couldn't--understand how special a place that county is. When our football team went to the Super Bowl for the first time, you could drive down this street near the beach called Newport Avenue and see gang bangers, hippies, jocks, and hot chicks in their cars and walking along the street, high-fiving each other. They were not tipping over trash cans and breaking windows. When the team promptly lost by more points than any other super bowl in history, we didn't care. We didn't boo. We gave those guys a heroes welcome home. After all, they were our first to get to the big game. When our baseball team went to the World Series for only the second time, and were promptly swept by the Yankees in four, the final game was in San Diego. The fans stayed for over 2 hours waiving their white towels and cheering their losing team as though they'd just won. A national TV sportscaster said, "I've been to a lot of championship games, and I've never seen anything like this for the losing team, home or not!" Now you gotta read this story and think, shit, San Diego really is a special place. It's a huge city, with a lot of people from all over the country (who wouldnt' want to live in SoCali after all). But it's still very much like a small town; unpretentious and giving. So when you see Michela's eye get that gleam, and those three little words, "Ah, San Diego" start coming out, you'll know why. And as a newly anointed baseball fan, I can truly say, Go Padres!