Swede. Jumpin'. Jeebus. On a goddamn jumprope.

Whilst reading the redoubtable Plain Dealer's normally morally vacuous editorial page (hey, you gotta go with what you can get) I stumbled across this most puissant piece of... well...

Bin Laden and his ideological brethren promise that the conflict that has begun will not end until Muslims have the lands, power and status they demand and deserve.

Fair enough. But let take a deep toke of perspective, and ask ourselves--

do we really fucking believe Bin Laden and his merry band of murderers has ANY fucking chance in hell of pulling this off?

I don't know what Clifford D. May has been smokin', but I do wish he would kindly share. Bin Ladin ain't invade shit.

Who's done the invading these last few years? Was it... Saddam? No, his last little invasion party got him a lot more shit than he was ready to deal with.

Was it... maybe the motherfucking United States of America?

And I really don't give a good goddamn that the Bushite Regime and it's apologists insist that "it's not about oil." Are there any third graders that would swallow this line of bullshit?

DAMMIT.

January First, 2006. I've survived another year; most of which I went without posting.

So what the fuck. Its my 'blog, ya don't like it you can... (ahem)

Speaking of what the fuck, I follow a link from one of the Gilliard's posts comment section to lovely little corner of the right-blogosphere called BaneRants.

It seems he has a rather... shall we say inflated opinion of of mAnn Coulter-- and his own lily-white hide. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Y'know I've always known that when (not if, dear readers) the Turner Diary types tried to throw their little soiree, they'd be shocked- shocked, I tell you, when they got return fire. As the supporters and sycophants of White Privilege tend to be, more often than not, personal physical cowards, I've also believed in letting them know--

"Yep, eventually you'll get me, but how many of you are ready to go to Hell with me?"

I have no intention of going without an honor guard.

But all that notwithstanding, let me point out a little tidbit-- the kind of thing that drives Mr. Bane and his Little Green Fuckhead fellow travelers is that they absolutely hate, hate, hate to see any goddamn thing that benefits blacks.

They will go to any length, tell any lie, perpetrate anything, and I do mean anything, to avoid seeing those Negroes achieve or attain.

No matter, though. Black folks have survived his type for the last few hundred years; I'm sure they'll survive this pin-headed rat-bastard fuck too.