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.
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.
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.
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?”
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.
Dr. WyBlog has the prescription: “Aside from copious amounts of brain bleach, the only known antidote to the image of Helen Thomas is a picture of Jillian Barberie.”
Adrienne’s Corner featured Andrea Bocelli not singing much, but conveying something very, very important.
The Republican Mother is new to the Rule 5 scene, and has answered Adrienne’s post with some Johnny Cash. We’ll match TRM’s Johnny with a slightly less dark Cash outing on a. . .U2 record?
“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:
Trainwife had a Memorial Day tribute to John Wayne.
TrogloPundit reports on Danica being attractive and a big draw despite recent setbacks and amphibian blogger fans, but mostly recent setbacks. She polishes off the 5th, and apparently drives like it, eventually getting demoted to sixth. Trog also thanks us for driving his traffic. We just helpful like that. TrogloPundit reported on the breaking developments in the Transformers franchise. Hey, if it makes him happy, it can’t be that bad. Yes it can.
Irish Cicero paraphrases another famous Roman with the VENI VICI BLOGGI.
KURU Lounge brought in babe consultant Jordan Carver for Memorial Day.
Instapundit and Jonah Goldberg both voted for and linked the 20 hottest women in the new media. Jonah: “My shame spiral is bottomless.” Only one of the ladies actually thanked Rule 5 for our unstinting support. Then again, GSGF dusts the competition handily for raw style; of course we link Courtney a lot.
Speaking of whom, GrEaT sAtAn”S gIrLfRiEnD reveals what may have initially attracted the Israeli commandos to the relief ship, and also offers commuting tips for those stuck in SOCAL traffic.
Dan Collins at POWIP reveals himself a Liz Stephans fan.
Fishersville Mike brings us a Kate Smith statue deemed lucky in Philly. But does it ring their bell, if I’m at liberty to crack a joke? And a bit of Carrie Underwood.
Back in 2003, when Charles Johnson was still able to maintain some semblance of sanity, a commenter at Little Green Footballs — no doubt long since banished — responded to the death of Rachel Corrie by dubbing her “St. Pancake.”
The boarding of the Rachel Corrie containing activists and aid for Gaza was described by Prime Minister Binyamin Netanyahu on Saturday as a quiet operation . . .
IDF navy forces boarded and took control of the MV Rachel Corrie Saturday afternoon. The troops did not meet any resistance from activists attempting to break the Gaza blockade, and the operation was completed without violent incidents.
In case you’ve forgotten, or perhaps never knew, who Rachel Corrie was, she was a 23-year-old middle-class college kid from Olympia, Washington, who got caught up in post-9/11 “peace” activism.
That was, in and of itself, a damned foolish thing to do, but college kids do foolish things all the time, and I suppose marching around with a bunch of smelly International A.N.S.W.E.R. commies shouting senseless slogans is no more foolish than getting a tramp-stamp tattoo during Spring Break in Daytona.
Ah, but Rachel Corrie was not content with peace slogans. She became a fanatic. Every fanatic needs a scapegoat and — like other fanatics before and since — Rachel scapegoated the Jews.
The Road to Rafah
During the Second Intifada, at a time when the Al-Aqsa Martyrs Brigades and other terrorists were blasting Jews to smithereens on a regular basis, Rachel Corrie took up the Palestinian cause, joining a radical “direct action” group called the International Solidarity Movement (ISM).
Such was the murderous cause to which the ISM sought — and still seeks — to demonstrate its “solidarity,” and Rachel Corrie’s decision to join the ISM thus put her on the most extreme fringe of the (arguably misnamed) peace movement.
Her fanaticism led Corrie to travel to Gaza in January 2003. Three weeks later, when activists organized an international protest of the impending U.S. invasion of Iraq, Corrie was photographed burning a hand-drawn fascimile of the U.S. flag, her face distorted by rage, while dozens of Palestinian children watched.
It is impossible to exaggerate the extent to which Corrie’s ideology had blinded her to the larger reality. Remember, this was in the third year of the second Intifada, when Palestinian suicide bombers were a constant threat to Israeli civilians. And yet Rachel Corrie wrote home from the Gaza town of Rafah:
“The vast majority of Palestinians right now, as far as I can tell, are engaged in Gandhian nonviolent resistance.”
Few would argue that the “vast majority” of Gaza’s residents in 2003 were innocent sufferers, trapped helplessly in circumstances beyond their control. However, those circumstances were the result of violence instigated by the Palestinian thugs who, having rejected the peace President Bill Clinton attempted to broker at Camp David in 2000, launched a relentless campaign of terrorism that lasted more than five years and took the lives of hundreds of Israelis as innocent as any resident of Gaza.
Sacred Martyr of the Intifada
Rachel Corrie never seems to have had any concern for dead Israelis, instead writing indignantly to justify the Intifada by “international law and the right of people to legitimate armed struggle in defense of their land and their families.” Dead Jews were utterly invisible to her, as she wrote home accusing Israel of “genocide,” and arguing that U.S. support to Israel implicated all Americans in genocide.
So it was that, on March 16, 2003, Rachel Corrie joined six other ISM activists in a “direct action” against the Israeli military. The Israelis were destroying terrorist bases and smuggling tunnels in Gaza, an operation that ISM attempted to thwart. The circumstances of Corrie’s death have been mired in controversy for years, but there is no argument that she positioned herself in the path of an Israeli bulldozer and was fatally crushed.
An Israeli investigation concluded that her death was an accident, and that the bulldozer operator did not see Corrie, while the ISM has depicted her death as willful murder. Whatever the case, Rachel Corrie’s death served the exact propaganda purpose she had anticipated in one of her final e-mails home:
“Coming here is one of the better things I’ve ever done. So when I sound crazy, or if the Israeli military should break with their racist tendency not to injure white people, please pin the reason squarely on the fact that I am in the midst of a genocide . . . for which my government is largely responsible.”
This, then, was Rachel Corrie, for whom the radical group Free Gaza named its ship. At best, she was a misguided idealist whose youthful folly put her in harm’s way. At worst, she was a willing ally of terrorists, an American who volunteered as a “human shield” to protect the smuggling operations by which these bloodthirsty killers got their deadly weapons.
Flippantly dubbing her “St. Pancake” is admittedly callous, yet the LGF commenter’s mocking attribution of “sainthood” to Rachel Corrie accurately reflects the status of holy martyr that the Left and its media allies immediately bestowed upon her.
Within hours of her death, Corrie was transformed from human being to sacred symbol, an icon revered by the “Blame Israel First” crowd. She was subsequently glorified in a cantata composed by a University of Alaska professor (who has since become a notorious anti-Palin blogger) and in a play that ran for 48 performances on Broadway.
Exploited to advance the anti-Israel cause, this symbolic Rachel Corrie functions in death as the real Rachel Corrie functioned in life, scapegoating Jews and acting as a human shield for terrorists.
Who, therefore, is to blame if her name has become an epithet among Israelis? If we grant to Jews the same right that she demanded for Palestinians — “defense of their land and their families” — Israelis have a right to view Rachel Corrie as an ally of their enemies. She is a weapon in a propaganda war against Israel.
Death Remembered, Death Forgotten
Those who have promoted the death-cult of Rachel Corrie insist that she must be remembered exactly as they wish her to be remembered, as a victim-hero whose name can only be spoken with hushed reverence for her innocent righteousness. To remember Rachel Corrie that way, you see, requires us to forget the victims of her terrorist allies.
In 1998, when Rachel Corrie was a high school senior, a 19-year-old Israeli girl traveled to America, touring the Grand Canyon and other sites. Later, the Israeli girl spent a year in Latin America, where she learned Spanish, hiked mountains and went scuba diving. She was the daughter of a dentist, third of five children, by all accounts beloved by everyone who knew her, and she signed her e-mails “Shiri Negari, World Traveler.”
“Shiri loved to laugh and made others laugh with her. She loved to dance and knew how to enjoy the little things in life. She had the gift of being able to see goodness and beauty in every person she met, and she kept up many close friendships with a wide variety of people. . . . Always full of life, she loved to sing and make music. A born actress, she often delighted family and friends with her spontaneous improvisations and impressions. She wrote poetry. She loved swimming.”
Shiri loved America so much that, shortly after her 21st birthday, she moved to New York City and got a job in a restaurant. After the 9/11 attacks destroyed the World Trade Center, her family became concerned for her safety, and eventually Shiri returned home to live with her parents near Jerusalem. She got a temporary job in a bank, working to save money for college where she planned to enroll in the fall of 2002.
Shiri Negari was on her way to work at the bank one Tuesday morning — June 18, 2002 — when she boarded Bus No. 32A in Gilo. A few minutes later, a little before 8 a.m., another passenger boarded the bus:
19 people were killed and 74 injured . . . in a suicide bombing at the Patt junction in Jerusalem. . . . Hamas claimed responsibility for the attack and identified the bomber as Muhamed al-Ral, an Islamic law student at An-Najah University. . . .
Al-Ral boarded Egged bus no. 32A from Gilo at 7:50 A.M. at the stop in Beit Safafa, an Arab neighborhood opposite Gilo, and almost immediately detonated the large bomb which he carried in a bag stuffed with ball bearings.
Shiri died that day, just two weeks before her 22nd birthday, in a blast that ended the lives of 18 other people ranging in age from 11 to 72. They were all killed on orders of Hamas — the same terrorist organization that rules Gaza, where 23-year-old Rachel Corrie arrived to join the anti-Israeli ISM contigent in January 2003, barely seven months after the blast that destroyed Bus No. 32A.
You’ve probably never heard of Shiri Negari before, and I would never have known her name were it not for a man named David Zucker.
In September 2007, Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was invited to speak at Columbia University and Zucker showed up to protest, carrying a sign with Shiri’s photo and a simple message:
“My name is Shiri Negari and I would like to speak at Columbia too, but I was murdered when Iran gave money to Hamas to blow up the bus I was on.”
“I did not know Shiri, just happened to come across her memorial site on Sunday when I was trying to figure out what type of sign to make when I got the idea to put a human face on the current debate. I emailed her family to get their permission and they emailed me the picture. I’m sure her family will get great solace from the fact that their daughter’s memory is still alive.”
And that’s it. No American professor composed a cantata for Shiri Negari, no one produced a Broadway play about her life, and no “humanitarian” ships have been named in her honor. I’d scarcely thought about her since 2007 until Saturday, when Carl in Jerusalem did a post about the blockade-runner Rachel Corrie and invoked the “St. Pancake” nickname. When I re-Tweeted Carl’s post with an “LMAO,” I found myself targeted by a Corrie cultist:
While Shiri Negari’s life and death are nearly unknown, you see, no one can be permitted to defame the memory of that “great person” Rachel Corrie, who was the victim of a “brutal murder.”
Reverent devotion to the martyrdom of St. Pancake makes it possible — indeed, makes it absolutely necessary — to forget the brutal murders of Shiri Negari and hundreds of other true innocents slain by the death-cult whose “armed struggle” Rachel Corrie died to defend.
I doubt many of you have thought of Shiri recently. But every time I drive to my sons’ school or take my car to the mechanic . . . I pass the spot where a suicide bomber blew up Egged Bus 32A and Shiri Negari was murdered. And I think of her.
What I found painful, but necessary, was that the memory of Shiri Negari, a truly wonderful soul has to share the page with [Rachel Corrie].
The contrast, alas, is necessary. Too many young people have been raised with the same mentality that led Rachel Corrie to her death. It is easy for American liberals to buy into the propaganda depiction of Palestinians as victims of Israeli “racism.” In fact, innocent Palestinians are victims of their death-cult leadership — a pathological legacy of the sadistic butcher Yasser Arafat — who refuse to accept any reasonable terms of peace.
Arafat himself was responsible for the failure of the 2000 Camp David talks, and for the Intifada that followed. Arafat’s bloody legacy has been passed on to the current Palestinian leadership, who have never recanted their vow to continue the “armed struggle” until Israel is destroyed. These “leaders” have brought the Palestinians nothing but misery, and yet ISM insists on showing “solidarity” with the death-cult.
There are today in America many thousands of impressionable young liberals who, like Rachel Corrie, are predisposed to buy into the deadly lies that justify the “armed struggle.” They don’t remember the wars of 1967 and ’73, and they know nothing of the real origins and history of modern Middle Eastern terrorism. They don’t know, for example, that Arafat was allied with Moscow during the Cold War and that the PLO (as well as the Assad regime in Syria) endorsed the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan.
Having been propagandized in their schools to accept the twisted Hamas/Fatah version of Middle Eastern history, young liberals swallow the Zionism-is-racism anti-colonial claptrap (another Soviet legacy, by the way) and easily imagine the Palestinian cause as the moral equivalent of the U.S. civil-rights movement. Furthermore, having been indoctrinated to view the 1960s protest movement against the Vietnam War as intrinsically righteous, many young liberals are as viciously anti-American as Bill Ayers and the Weather Underground.
So these young liberals are particulary vulnerable to the recruitment efforts of the ISM and other radical groups. And, just like Rachel Corrie, they never question why the “armed struggle” requires the purposeful murder of innocents like Shiri Negari. It is important that the truth be proclaimed to these young people, to make them understand that their “progressive” commitment to peace has made them accomplices to murder and blinded them to the violent hatefulness of Israel’s enemies. Only truth can persuade them to turn away from the death-cult.
I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life . . .
— Deuteronomy 30:19 (KJV)
The International Solidarity Movement (ISM), the group with which Corrie was affiliated, is routinely described as a “peace group” in the media. Few make any mention of the ISM’s meeting with the British suicide bombers Omar Khan Sharif and Asif Muhammad Hanif who, a few days later, blew up Mike’s Place, a Tel Aviv pub, killing three and injuring dozens, including British citizens. Or of the ISM’s sheltering in its office of Shadi Sukiya, a leading member of Islamic Jihad. Or of the fact that in its mission statement the ISM said “armed struggle” is a Palestinian “right”.
According to the “media co-ordinator” of the ISM, Flo Rosovski, “‘Israel’ is an illegal entity that should not exist” – which at any rate clarifies the ISM’s idea of peace.
ISM is part of a genocidal Jew-hating death-cult, and it is scarcely an exaggeration to say that Rachel Corrie is to the ISM what Horst Wessel was to the Brownshirts. Certainly, Yasser Arafat recognized her value as a propaganda weapon.
This weeks FMJRA notes that we will cross the four million hit mark either this weekend, or soon into next week. Woo hoo. It is also a blantant suck-up to Little Miss Attila, from whom we reliably anticipate further outbursts of greatness Real Soon Now.
Will Folks
Tacky Willy, as opposed to The Slick One, has been a reliable source of recent traffic. We thank you from the bottom of our bus, which has a very personal post especially written for a rotten creep like you. Buh-bye.
The Liberal Faith, in all its sweet nihilism, continues to be something which would probably amuse if the stakes were lower. The AGW (or whatever the Fear Of Weather is called this week) is matched by the Fear of Borders is matched by the Fear of the Great Big Little Israeli State. May the eternal nullity that is the thought of John Lennon absorb their foolishness into its endless well of nothing.
Lewis in Douglas County offers a solo on the last verse of the Star Spangled Banner.
O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
To all you sad little Leftist haters who just don’t get this country: listen to these words, ponder the exceptional creation that is the United States, and be healed of your abject, nihilistic foolishness.