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February 19, 2004 by s.z.



Do You Remember The Ep Where a Tipsy Laura Punched Out the Capable Mother For Giving Richie Dance Lessons?

James Lileks talks about "The Dick Van Dyke Show":
hated Richie, simply because he was a bad actor. He might have been the worst child actor ever. And his place in the show was rather uncertain – you had the suspicion that Rob and Laura hit the sauce at night, and around eleven they’d look at each other with a blurry realization that they had a kid somewhere, didn’t they? Coulda swore we hadda kid. Whassis name again? Then they passed out. The next day they wake up and find out the kid's wandered off, and they must have really tied one on last night because Rob got to do that thing with the superglue he kept begging to try 

Did that make you imagine  THESE people playing Rob and Laura?

If so, hang in there, because Friday, and another chapter of the adventures of America's Worst Mother (TM Tbogg Inc.) is coming.  My prediction: young Euphrania will ask Mummy what botox is, and why John Kerry is using it; and Meghan will explain that when Democrats have alleged affairs with hot, young interns, they want to look like they don't have facial muscles.  Oh, and Mummy will read some more wholesome bedtime stories to the kids, and Dubuque will confide that his life goal is to become an orphan like Oliver Twist, since the grub and living conditions seem so pleasant.  ("Wow, they each got their own dish of gruel?  Lucky ducks!") 

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20 Questions

Let me add something. Richard and I are often accused of believing that military power is the answer to everything. On the contrary, we believe that it is the answer to some things - as opposed to those who believe it is the answer to nothing. Force is to international relations what cash is to transactions between banks: the medium of final resort. So long as a bank is known to have abundant cash, it can do its business on credit; and so long as a nation is known to be ready to fight if necessary, it will discover that the necessity arises very seldom. -- David Frum, in an interview with Front Page Magazine
David's statement calls to mind an alternate version of It's a Wonderful Life, where George Bailey deals with the run on the Savings and Loan differently.  In this version, instead of using his honeymoon funds to reassure people that the institution is solvent, George Bailey declares war on Bedford Falls and its stupid people.  ("I don't have our money right here, Mr., Jones -- I spent it on arms and ammunition.  But you say you want to make a withdrawal?  Well, withdraw this!"  George then takes out a machine gun and fires on the crowd.  And as he shoots, he laughs maniacally and screams "It's a wonderful life, all right!") 

Anyway, the interrogation of Frum and Perle was conducted by Front Page's regular interviewer, Jamie Glazov.  Jamie, as you might recall, is the guy who, instead of asking interviewees what their favorite tree is, asks them if it isn't true that liberals secretly are plotting with the trees to overthrow Bush, all because when they were in junior high, they didn't get invited to Marcie Peterson's party, and that hurt, it really hurt, and so they became all warped and twisted and stuff, and then projected their feelings onto other people.  

Jamie asks Perle:
FP: Mr. Perle, what exactly is France’s problem? Why do the French prefer to get into bed with monsters rather than side with us against the forces of tyranny? There is some kind of dark pathology here. Could you give us a little insight into the mindset of the French in this context?
Perle blames the French leadership and the French media, but doesn't really get around to explaining the French pathology for bedding monsters, or the kind of childhood experiences that would have caused the nation to not like us.  

And Jamie never asks Perle the date he sold his soul to Satan, or Frum if he's invented any new axis's lately (I personally think "The Axis of Bargains" would be a nice name for a strip mall), so the interview is pretty boring. 

Thus, to liven things up, here are a few favorite questions from past Glazov interviews. 
FP: No neurotic incidents to turn you into a liberal? Would you, then, argue that leftism/liberalism is ultimately, in most cases, the depersonalization and politicization of personal neuroses? 
Jaime interviewing Ann Coulter, who won't talk about the dark days of her childhood when everybody made fun of her love for Joe McCarthy, and her father ignored her because he always wanted a daughter.  She also refuses to discuss getting fired by National Review for sexually harassing Jonah Goldberg.  She does, however, reveal a scary fixation on Secretary of Transportation Norman Mineta.  He should file a restraining order now, before it's too late.
Now, guess who THIS question is directed at:
FP: True, the idea of living in a Taliban-like state is nightmarish. No movies, no entertainment, no intellectual freedom, no fun, no alcohol, no individualism, no women in sight, etc. Yet what remains fascinating is that this nightmare is actually viewed as some kind of paradise by Islamists. What is the psychology of people who long for this dreadful existence, where the only freedom there appears to exist is the freedom to blow yourself up?
Yes, that's one of Jamie's question for Daniel Pipes, who answers that the Islamists are just today's fascist and communists, and that's all the psychoanalysis you need -- unless you're some kind of Islamofascistcommie yourself.

And here's an exchange from an interview of B-1 Bob Dornan.  (It's one of the best interviews ever, since Bob accuses his congressional opponent, Dana Rohrabacher, of being stupid, crazy, lazy, evil, and "marinated with terrorist money." Bob also claims that he was forced to run for public office again (even though he makes more way money than a congressman's salary with his radio show and MST3K residuals and such) because the parents of a dead B-1 pilot begged Bob to, since Dana is a nutjob and Bob is "a legend in the Air Force."  The interview is just as good as Star Fighters, even without poopie suits!) 

Let me set up this clip for you.  Bob is claiming that Dana has told a bunch of wild stories,like that he fought in Afghanistan.  But the most dangerous of his whoppers is that he warned the White House about 9/11, because it makes it look like Dean was right when he said there were rumors to the effect that Bush knew about the attack ahead of time.  And Dana is a Republican, so he shouldn't be helping the Dems this way!
FP:  What always fascinates me about this is how this sort of accusation is never thought through.  What is the psychology behind the accusation that Bush knew about 9/11?  Why would he allow it to happen? What is the meaning underlying this lie about Bush?  What, he just sits around waiting for it to happen knowing that the planes are going to crash into the World Trade Center? What’s the objective here?
Dornan: They don’t have an answer for that.  It is similar to the conspiracies about FDR, that he wanted to be a wartime president and get us into WWII and so he allowed Pearl Harbor but he didn’t want it to be as bad as it was. 
FP: What kind of person does one have to be to make such groundless accusations? What kind of integrity can such a person have?
Dornan:Well, with the Bush accusation, it’s worse than any of those made against Roosevelt because in the end they want to say that Roosevelt wanted to get involved to help Churchill and crush Hitler and Mussolini.  But in the case of spreading this foul lie against President Bush, the underlying accusation is that Bush did it out of self-interest so that he could save his presidency, to give him a cause to feed off of so that he could get people’s eyes off of domestic issues and get them to focus on terrorism.
In the end, it takes absolutely zero integrity; it takes a foul spirit and an evil heart to make that kind of a challenge because it feeds the lies being pumped out of Cairo, Riyadh and, at one time, Baghdad.
FP: What does it say then about the state of the Democratic Party?
Dornan: That they are morally and absolutely bankrupt. 
All righty then.  The whole party is morally and absolutely bankrupt because Dana said he warned the White House.

Anyway, FrontPage asks for suggestions of who Jamie should interview in the future -- I think that Lyndon LaRouche would be right up Jamie's alley.  He could ask him the intellectual journey that led him away from Marxism, and about the psychology of Queen Elizabeth's drug running.

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Conservative Martyrdom on American Campuses

My 14-year-old blogger daughter got Instalanched last weekafter she wrote about how her English teacher had ridiculed her in front of the class for writing an un-p.c. paper. I've heard what happens when the mighty Instapundit's Glenn Reynolds links you but never seen it up close, and it really is amazing: From 100 hits a day (typical for a teenager's blog) to 100 an hour, with links to dozens of other blogs andalmost 200 posted comments from Edinburgh to Auckland.
And that's my goal: to get linked to the mighty Instapundit, get a bunch of hits, and then have my mother write about me in the NRO.  And then to have people get the "Can't Find the Web Site ceciledubois89.journalspace" message when they try to access my site.

Anyway, Cecile's mom has an important message for teachers which they would do well to heed:
I imagine many teachers go into the profession because they want to be inspiring figures who open students' minds, like Sidney Poitier in To Sir, With Love. That's great when the teacher actually is like Sidney Poitier (and the students are like the underprivileged little know-nothings in the movie.) But what happens when a student's brain has a few ideas in it already and is not simply waiting to be filled with every opinion the teacher has?
So, if you are a movie hero teacher and your students are Lulu and a bunch of other low class hooligans, then it's okay to teach them.  But if they are conservatives, then teacher, leave them kids alone!
And that brings us to some stories submitted by conservative World O'Crap readers who were crushed by our nation's schools.  Since we don't believe in publishing unsigned letters here at W o'C, I have made up names for the writers.  I've also added some biographical data for some of them.  So basically, you could say that this column is fictional but not false.

To start with, here's the story of two-headed, five-year-old Mikey Hannity, whose First AND Second Amendment rights were violated by the Ronald Reagan Elementary School: 
Dear Missus O'Crap, My kinnergarden teechur mizz Johnson is a mean ol librull meanie, cuz she wuddnt lemme bring my dady's pistol to show n tell!!!! -- MIkey 
Oh, and Mikey is a Christian, and so his Freedom of Religion was also violated by Ms. Johnson and the rest of the commies at the school.  But since David Limbaugh is going to tell Mikey's story in his next bookPersecution 2: How American Christians Are the Most Picked On People In the World, we're sure that someday little Mikey will get justice.

Now, here's the end of the story (the liberals got the rest) of a young man's encounter with a professor who not only persecuted conservative students in the classroom, but also tracked them down in lovers lanes and forced them to read Michael Moore books:
 "...to which he replied, "Cram it, Clown" and left the room. I looked back and noticed, on the door handle...his artificial arm! I chased after him and finally caught up with him at the Health Clinic, when who should I see but Richard Gere..." -- Bill "Doghouse" Riley,  a sophmore at Texas S&M 
Mr. Riley's story points out something that the elite media press has been unwilling to tell you: that liberal Hollywood is an integral part of this plot to control the minds of our young people.  As are gerbils.
This next story is a very shocking one, which demonstrates the liberal bias in academia, and the destruction of morality which the Janet Jackson breast has inflicted on our culture.
My freshman year at Tolerating Perversions University I was attending a required course titled "Why Christian Family Values Suck". One day in class, as I straightened my tie and straightened my suit jacket and straightened my trousers(taking care not to brush my marriage stick) and straightened my sensible hair, I mentioned that former President Reagan might not have been all bad.
"Shut your foul mouth," shouted our French-looking professor, Dume' Rytnow. He then quickly gave us our assignment (the usual; we were to find a normal patriotic American symbol to spit or piss on) and dismissed us. After class, while all the females were exposing their breasts and vaginas to each other, I was pummeled by over a dozen of my 'male' classmates. Luckily for me, they were all limp-wristed fudge packers and I escaped unharmed.  -- Steve Santorum 
I imagine that Steve will get invited to tell his story on "The O'Reilly Factor."  And if he has photos, he'll probably get the whole hour in which to do it, Bill being really committed to exposing the truth about how liberal breasts are seeking to destroy America.

Our next story shows how the campus liberals stamp out intellectual diversity and then try to crush dissent using the same methods the Khmer Rouge did.  In fact, we have reports that Pol Pot didn't really die, but is instead serving as the Dean of Humanities at Duke University!
It happened my senior year of high school. My pot-smoking, pinko hippie College Bound Comp teacher ordered us to write an essay on "Why I Admire Joseph Stalin."  As an act of protest, I instead wrote an essay on the visionary Joe McCarthy. Using my superior conservative brain and the readings of Our Lady Ann Coulter, I penned a masterful essay on the many Commie plots halted by this great man.
Upon reading this, my hippie teacher (who was propably still mad at me for reporting her to the FBI) called a meeting of her corrupt union buddies. They printed up a bunch of posters featuring the caption "This man is the enemy" below my photograph. Worse, all my other secular humanist teachers started giving me failing grades on my assignments for no good reason. ("The earth is 6,000 years old, despite what you godless traitors have to say" is a perfectly legitimate subject for a science term paper) I tried going to the principal for help, but that Islamofacist gave me some socialist malarky about me being a really poor student.
I think she must have called out her hired goons, because I caught a gang of Gay French Terrorist-Supporters vandalizing my car. When I got home, I learned that a roving band of lesbian baby-killers had killed my dog, burned all my bibles and signed me up for the 'World Worker'.  -- Discordia Reynolds, a junior at the University of Tennessee
Sadly, I received word this evening that Discordia was killed in a traffic accident while traveling to the offices of the Department of Energy.  Discordia was scheduled to give a statement on how the liberal university president was planning to steal fissionable material from Oakwood to sell to terrorists, in order to make up budget defects.  I think we should all mourn the passing of this brave young American.

This next story shows how the liberal curriculum damages the souls of our sensitive young conservatives, but also how, through grit, determination, and family connections, they can still suceed in making the free market work for them.
In collage my perfessers only give me a c average cuz I would not convertify to their evil libural ideers. This upset me so much that I turned to drugs and alkihol to soothe my pain. The painful memories of being teased by them libural perfessers haunted me long after collage and caused me to miss most of my National Gard doddies. And the pain even caused many of my businesses to go out of business. I was debusinessified by libural evil doers.
But them satanist libural perfessers misunderestimated me and now I am god, as decreed by the supreme court of these United States of America. Mission accomplished.  -- George  [We were unable to determine George's last name, so, while it violates our letter policy, this one will have to remain semi-anonymous.]
Wasn't that an inspiring story?  I don't know what young George is doing now, but I wish him all the best as he continues to challenge the soft bigotry of high expectations.

Our last story for today is one of the most shocking this blogger has ever read.  We think a copy of it should be posted on every bulletin board on every campus in America, as a heart-rending reminder of the tyranny which conservative young people face these days, or whenever these events actually occurred..
We have a little saying here in the little town that's home to the Eugene V Debs College for the Arts ... The Librul Arts (that's the official name): Red sky at night, piss on the right. Red sky at morn, students get porn.  I was just an ordinary, wholesome fag-hating, race-resenting, girl-contempting, commmie-hating Christian freshman, determined to spend my year at the back of the satanic classroom, quietly replacing the word "humanism" with "evil" in all the large, very expensive fine arts books. (Sophomore year, I planned to draw longline bras and voluminous full-cut briefs on the "paintings".)
I remember the particular day clearly because the teacher, Prof. Emma Goldman, was going to talk about our upcoming weekend trip to some porn houses in "Jew" York. To my horror, she wheeled the slide carousel right beside my desk and began showing some unbelievably filthy porn. It made me sick right down to my dick. (I was abstaining, of course.) Guggenheim? I thought to myself. More like the Boobenheim.

Then this black girl from the opposite row came in late, which happened a lot because her babysitter was always late and she had to watch her kids till the sitter got there. I was all, get it together Sistah Ghetto Blaster.  You're thirty and divorced and taking classes and raising kids and working at two jobs.  Make up your mind already.  Since the carousel trolley was blocking her path to the other row, Profnazi Goldman told her to sit in the empty space near me which was where I had my feet at the time.  Oh, did I mention the other feminazi was black??????   --  Rush "Peanut" Limbaugh 
 
After reading these stories, I'm sure you're as outraged as I am.  I urge you to get together with your militia buddies and force your state legislature to pass David Horowitz's "Bill Of Academic Freedom From Scary Ideas."  For rarely is the question asked, Is our children learning?  And what is they learning?  We must make sure that it's just not filth, perversion, and communism, for what a terrible thing it is to lose one's mind.  Or to not have a mind. What a terrible waste that is.

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