Perez Hilton Parody Shifts Away From Self; Now Parodying Man Of Principle

by Smitty

Rush Limbaugh was married recently, as our readers well know. Via Orit Sklar on Twitter comes word of foppish buffoon Perez Hilton mocking Sir Elton John for playing the Limbaugh wedding.

“$1 Million for my soul” says Elton in the photo.

In the first place, Perez, it would be a drab world if I could not differentiate between actor and act. Elton John is an artistic genius by any reasonable measure. Do I salute everything the man does? No. Do I think my own sins lesser than his? No. But, even if I don’t agree with his every practice, and the details are all backwards, I can still get misty-eyed over

In the second place, it would be helpful if you could develop a theory of what loyalty Elton John owes anyone. Can you string together coherent thoughts, Perez, and can you articulate exactly what lines a performing artist has crossed by doing what performing artists do, namely, perform? Are you Immanuel Kant, or “I’m. . .man, I can’t”? Truly, you own me the explanation as much as Elton owes you, but see what you can do with it.

In the third place, why the angst over Rush? Is it style or substance? Can you build any factual case where Rush merits your disdain?

OK, that’s about as much regard as I can muster for that sad twerp. Sobriety, exercise, and spiritually healthier intake are what that one needs.

Interracial Marriage Rate Increase Meets Resistance

by Smitty

The news that interracial marriage rates are increasing seems like a good thing. Family history and ethnic heritage, while excellent and worthy of all preservation, needs to be balanced with the fact that we’re all Americans and bleed one color when defending our Constitution.
The news that the lines are blurring was met with vigorous denunciations from the Racism Industrial Complex.
The Reverend Alberto Dullton split the discussion cleanly and firmly:

This study is yet another attempt by Conservatives to debase the Progress that has been made to right the wrongs of the Right. We have struggled so hard to bring Civil Rights to every distinct, disadvantaged American race, color, and creed. Now we see that Conservatives are trying to erode these gains by blurring the distinctions that are the basis for Affirmative Action. Stop this racist madness!

The other half of the dynamic duo, The Right Honorable Orthodox Methodist Episcopal Freewill Baptist Presbyterian Minister, Jessica Jacksonville, was equally exercised:

This is all about race hatred. What better way to beat your opposition but to join them? How can we possibly protect the dream of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr:
“I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.”
How can those sons, on either side, remain distinct if this interracial marriage continues?
No, we must swear our allegiance to the cause of Affirmative Action, so that the government can ensure fairness for all, and end practices that ignore the valiant struggles of the past.

In the Southwest, Mexican reconquistas were furious that someone might throw their plans for a soft overthrow of US sovereignty under the proverbial bus. Manuel Gratificaçión, Phoenix U. Professor of Anti-American Studies, had this to say:

These stupid gringos will wreck everything! If they succeed rendering our oppression myth moot by scrambling all of the family trees, then how will we whip up hatred? Our Critical Theory farce only works when we have a clear target of European extraction! This is a disaster!

The problem of how to dispose of establishment fools who have made the means both an end unto themselves and a profitable business model remains one of the minor challenges.
Affirmative Action, and any other DNA-based decision making in the public sector, must be halted.


Update: No, the quotes from joke-named people, the ‘farce’ tag, and ‘Racism Industrial Complex’ are intended to convey the truth that this post is a parody of Affirmative Action twits.

South Carolina Sacred Honor Watch

Yeah, I stole the “sacred honor” thing from Ace. Crucify me. He’s taking the day off and missed the latest development, so I’m forced to imagine how Ace would headline it:

Will Folks: Sacred Honor Compels Me to Drop More Hints That Might Look Like Threats But I’m a Southern Gentleman — and, Oh, By the Way, Nikki Haley Tried to Break Up My Marriage

Or something like that:

What these text messages did not show, however, was the two weeks of pure hell that my wife and I went through prior to deciding that this was an issue that needed to be addressed preemptively on my website. Literally every day during those two weeks there was a new report of some different piece of evidence allegedly being leaked to this reporter or that reporter, and based on what I knew to be true (and based on one specific piece of evidence that I had seen with my own eyes a year earlier) I could not be sure that a story exposing the relationship wasn’t going to run.
We were under seige, and we did what we felt we had to do to protect our two-year marriage – a union that never would have transpired had Rep. Haley had her way, incidentally.

Got all that? Not just the “Nikki tried to break up my engagement so she could keep me as her exclusive love-slave” angle, but notice how Will Folks once again reiterates his nonsensical rationale for “deciding that this was an issue that needed to be addressed preemptively on my website.”

As if repeating it again will make it more credible.

This is the one part of the story that has never made any sense from Day One. On the basis of a couple of inquiries from reporters asking about the rumor — that is, the rumor that Will Folks himself had been spreading for two years — he suddenly feels the need to “admit” the rumored affair on his own Web site.

Because that’s going to save his marriage.

But wait, there’s much, much more:

I am releasing all the information I can as soon as it is authenticated and approved for disemmination by my attorneys . .

(He can’t spell “dissemination,” but let’s not nitpick.)

Will so-called “smoking guns” be released prior to primary day? Prior to the runoff? Prior to the general election?
That’s honestly not up to me.
It’s up to what my team is able to positively authenticate in anticipation of facing a blizzard of denials . . .
Like I said, we will continue to release what we can, when we can – fully condident that the truth regarding this situation will eventually come out.
Speaking of which, in addition to these records, my team is preparing affidavits from literally dozens of witnesses – including several who observed Rep. Haley and I leaving nightclubs together late at night as well as several who will testify to seeing Rep. Haley’s car parked outside of my downtown Columbia, S.C. town house on mulitple occasions at all hours of the night during the time frame in question. I’ve been told that several of these witnesses have taken the step of contacting members of the mainstream media regarding what they saw, although I obviously can’t control when (or how) that side of the story will come out.
Regarding these late night visits to my town house, at this point it bears repeating that I have purposely refrained from discussing the physical details of my relationship with Rep. Haley. Believe it or not, I am a Southern gentleman and at the point when I felt that public disclosure of this relationship was imminent, I phrased my admission in a manner consistent with the belief that what transpired between us was nobody’s business but ours and those individuals we chose to share it with.

Quick, somebody look up “unmitigated gall” and see if Webster has got the picture of Will Folks there yet. The man has a Sullivanesque lack of self-awareness. He can’t see that his entire course of conduct since May 24 directly contradicts his own story of why he needed to do “what we felt we had to do to protect our two-year marriage.”

Whereas he says he dreadfully feared that “public disclosure of this relationship was imminent,” Will Folks has spent the past two weeks asserting that he has evidence that will prove the relationship actually happened — and he hasn’t proven jack. So if  Will the Irresistible Seducer can’t prove his own conquests, why was he so afraid that some reporter was going to report the rumor?

And why has he gone from victimized defendant to prosecuting attorney?

That’s what’s so damned suspicious, this sudden zeal to prove something happened between him and Haley. It just doesn’t pass the sniff test.

But never mind, says Will Folks, “my team” is working night and day to “positively authenticate” that smoking-gun proof of the dreaded rumor that struck terror in his heart for two weeks.

I’m sure Ace of Spades will soon weigh in, so you won’t have to endure any more pale-imitation Ace-ness from me.

Obama vs. Israel

Professor William Jacobson asks a provocative question:

Can Obama survive a second Obama term?

Read the whole thing. One of the points I considered discussing in the “Rachel Corrie Death Cult” post was how, by showing “solidarity” with Hamas, liberals are guaranteeing a continuation of the horrific circumstances which are their primary grievance against Israel.

Sixty-two years after the founding of modern Israel, Palestinian leaders are still sworn to Israel’s destruction — a goal that the Palestinians can never achieve by their own effort. It is only by appealing to the “world community,” which can apply diplomatic and economic pressure against Tel Aviv, that the death-cults have any hope of attaining their ultimate goal of annihilating Israel.

Bill Clinton made a mistake in bringing Yasser Arafat out of Tunisian exile — the Oslo accords, the cruel joke of Arafat’s Nobel Prize, etc. — and every subsequent attempt to reach a Mideast peace has been poisoned by the Arafat legacy. As I’ve often said, the leaders of Fatah, Hamas and other Palestianian terror groups have only one definition of “peace”: Dead Jews.

Every time Americans try to push Israel into a peace deal, the result is more dead Jews. Unwilling to cooperate in their own extinction, the Israelis naturally fight back, producing Palestianian casualties martyrs that the terrorists then use as an excuse to kill more Jews.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

So to the extent that the Palestinian leaders believe that Obama and the “world community” are on their side, we can expect to see a lot more dead Jews in the future.

FOUR MILLION VISITORS!

Yes, it’s true, The Other McCain just passed the 4-million mark in total visits since the beginning of full-time blogging in March 2008.

The first million was, of course, celebrated in February 2009 with the publication of “How to Get a Million Hits on Your Blog in Less Than a Year.” Smitty joined as co-blogger shortly thereafter and we passed the 2-million mark in July 2009, then hit 3 million in November and then . . .

Slumpsville. When monthly traffic decreased from 263,000 hits in November to 190,000 in December, I figured, “Well, it’s the holidays. People just aren’t reading a lot of blogs this time of year.” And yet the traffic slump seemed to persist past the holidays so that, while it took less than four months to go from 2 million to 3 million, it has taken seven months to notch the 4 millionth hit. A most troubling development, but more discussion of that later.

At any rate, Smitty had been bugging me to switch the site from Blogspot to WordPress format, a project we undertook the week after Christmas and accomplished in time for the rollout on New Year’s Eve. (Oh, the exciting life of bloggers!) Crossing the threshold into WordPressville was an occasion commemorated in this video:

And thus we slogged onward. January, the first full month at the new WordPress digs, produced a respectable 146,000 hits — boosted by coverage of the Scott Brown election in Massachusetts —  but the slump eventually returned, with a discouraging 105,000 hits in April. Last month, we bounced back up to 133,000, yet I’m still perplexed that we haven’t recaptured the kind of 300K mojo we had last September.

Various explanations for the missing mojo suggest themselves. Blogspot is owned by Google, and it may be that departure from the Google dominion deprived us of a certain edge in terms of search-engine results. It may also be that some readers who had set the old Blogspot address in their RSS feeds never updated to the new URL. And the craptastic debacle that is the “new, improved” Technorati deprived us of a very effective tool for Rule 2 implementation.

Whatever. That’s just a short and extremely partial list of theories, among which is the fact that our sidebars need some re-working — a tiresome task I’ve often contemplated only to conclude, “Nah. It can wait.”

Don’t worry. I’ll stop procrastinating. Soon. I promise.

Meanwhile, having transcended the 4-million threshold and begun to recapture the upwardly-mobile mojo in May, we thank our readers and all the bloggers who’ve linked us in the long winter of our SiteMeter discontent. The first dozen or so Certified Tip-Jar Hitter coffee mugs — Coolest Swag Evah! —  have already been shipped, and more will be shipped soon. Congratulatory contributions to the tip jar are certainly most welcome.

UPDATE: Here is the screen-cap of the SiteMeter log for the 4 millionth visitor:

So if you are the reader in Davis, Calif., who arrived on the site at 4:51 p.m. ET (1:51 Pacific), please holler out. I’m not sure that we’ve promised any particular reward to the 4 millionth visitor, but it would be nice to know who did it.

The Helen Thomas Dogpile

Why am I the last blogger on the planet to blog about this?

I dunno. It’s not as if there has been any shortage of blogospheric rage raining down on Helen’s hate-filled head. What’s the point of my running in to give her an extra kick? Besides, once she’s been called an old, ugly Jew-hater for the umpteenth million time, there’s just not much opportunity for originality.

It’s like calling Charles Manson “crazy.” Yeah. We already knew that.

Dan Riehl gives Helen a good kick, and Jimmie Bise makes a game effort:

Living fossil Helen Thomas lurched forth from the murk of the tar pits where she lives to issue her solution on the current unrest in the Middle East. . . . Apparently, she was not quite up to screaming them from a nearby balcony in the original German.

OK, should Helen be fired? Or maybe banished from the White House press corps? For crying out loud, she’s older than White House itself.

She wasn’t born in a log cabin. She was born before the log cabin was invented. As a matter of fact, Helen Thomas had a byline the day God invented trees. (“Exclusive: Jewish conspiracy suspected in latest development!”)

Helen Thomas should have retired at least 15 years ago. I’m all in favor of “institutional memory” in journalism, and despise the recent trend toward employing clever 20-somethings to cover national politics, when they should be paying their dues covering city council meetings in the sticks.

Nevertheless, I doubt that the White House press corps derives much value from Helen Thomas and her “institutional memory” of the Pleistocene Epoch.

Ba-da-boom!

You see? At some point, one more Helen Thomas joke becomes overkill. Another straw on the camel’s back. And speaking of Helen Thomas and camels . . .

Update(d) (Smitty): I was too busy flaking off contributing to the #HelenThomasMovies thread to blog this. Ed Driscoll reports that her agent, Diane Nine, (as quoted by Craig Crawford–thanks, Ed.), has given her the “Way to go, Helen”.
Justice in the court of public opinion picks up steam.

Update II (Smitty): What Uncle Jimbo said:

D-Day: Remembering the Bedford Boys

June 6 is a day of remembrance in the Shenandoah Valley town of Bedford, Virginia, home of the National D-Day Memorial. One of the questions most frequently asked about the Memorial is, “Why Bedford?”

You see, there was a local Virginia National Guard unit that was mobilized in February 1941, and the D-Day Memorial site tells the rest of the story:

Company A of the 116th Infantry assaulted Omaha Beach as part of the First Division’s Task Force O. By day’s end, nineteen of the company’s Bedford soldiers were dead. . . . Bedford’s population in 1944 was about 3,200. Proportionally this community suffered the nation’s severest D-Day losses.

Bedford’s Capt. Taylor N. Fellers, commanding officer of Company A, was killed almost the moment his landing craft hit the beach. Lt. Ray Nance was among the wounded:

All but three men on Nance’s boat were either killed or wounded before even reaching the water’s edge. Later, two of the three survivors were killed; only Cecil Breeden was untouched. . . .
After Fellers’ death, Nance became the senior officer in the company, but he did not have many left to command. . . .
Less than 10 minutes after the ramps dropped, Company A was virtually gone. By the end of the first hour, only a handful of survivors remained. Those men crawled across the sand to the seawall and stayed there throughout the day, suffering from shock, exhaustion and wounds. By nightfall, of the 230 men in the company, only 18 men were unhurt.

Cassy Fiano has more D-Day remembrance at Hot Air.

Rule 5 Sunday

by Smitty

Rule 5 Sunday is upon us, and may it bring a mellow mood to a mad world.

“I stopped outside a churchouse,
where the citizens like to sit.
They say they want the Kingdom,
but they don’t want God in it.”

Bonus U2:

That’s your Rule 5 Sunday. Send your PG13 or milder links to Smitty for inclusion in next Sunday’s outing. Hold the Helen Thomas.