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“From the first moment I heard about Che, Ernesto Guevara,” gushes Columbia University’s SDS (Student’s for a Democratic Society) leader in 1968 Mark Rudd, “he was my man, or, rather, I was his. Brilliant, young, idealistic, a daring commander of rebels, willing to risk his life to free the people of the world, I wanted to be like him. I was a member of the cult of Che. Who wouldn’t fall for this rifle-toting poet…?”
Columbia University College Republicans, for one. The Young America’s Foundation (YAF,) for another. Indeed such is these organizations’ penchant for blowing raspberries and horse-laughs at the staggering imbecilities swallowed (and spouted ) by gasping groupies like Mark Rudd that they’re a staging a “No More Che Day” at Mark Rudd’s own Columbia University on Oct. 9th.
Worse still, (for such as Rudd and fellow Che groupies) this event features a speaker who –you might say– “wrote the book,” on exposing the real Che Guevara and the staggering stupidity (or other mental malfunctions) that motivate those who idolize this amazing sadist, coward and epic idiot.
For starters, most of Che’s “rifle-toting” was done in the face of utterly unarmed enemies. “When you saw the beaming look on Che’s face as the victims were tied to the stake and blasted apart by the firing squad,” said a former Cuban political prisoner Roberto Martin-Perez, to your humble servant here, “you saw there was something seriously, seriously wrong with Che Guevara.”
Even as a youth, Ernesto Guevara’s writings revealed a serious mental illness. “My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of gunpowder and blood. Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any vencido that falls in my hands!” This passage is from Ernesto Guevara’s famous Motorcycle Diaries, though Robert Redford somehow overlooked it while directing his heart-warming movie.
The Spanish word vencido, by the way, translates into “defeated” or “surrendered.”And indeed, “the “acrid odor of gunpowder and blood” very, very rarely reached Guevara’s nostrils from anything properly describable as combat. It mostly came from the close-range murders of defenseless men (and boys.) Carlos Machado was 15 years old in 1963 when the bullets from the firing squad shattered his body. His twin brother and father collapsed beside Carlos from the same volley. All had resisted Castro and Che’s theft of their humble family farm, all refused blindfolds and all died sneering at their Communist murderers, as did thousands of their valiant countrymen. “Viva Cuba Libre! Viva Cristo Rey! Abajo Comunismo!” “The defiant yells would make the walls of La Cabana prison tremble,” wrote eyewitness to the slaughter, Armando Valladares.
The one genuine accomplishment in Che Guevara’s life was the mass-murder of defenseless men and boys. Under his own gun dozens died. Under his orders thousands crumpled. At everything else Che Guevara failed abysmally, even comically.
During his Bolivian “guerrilla” campaign, Che split his forces whereupon they got hopelessly lost and bumbled around, half-starved, half-clothed and half-shod, without any contact with each other for 6 months before being wiped out. They didn’t even have WWII vintage walkie-talkies to communicate and seemed incapable of applying a compass reading to a map. They spent much of the time walking in circles and were usually within a mile of each other.
Columbus may have outfoxed the Spanish court and his rivals, but he is falling victim to the court of political correctness. The explorer who discovered America has become controversial because the very idea of America has become controversial.
There are counter-historical claims put forward by Muslim and Chinese scholars claiming that they discovered America first. And there are mobs of fake indigenous activists on every campus to whom the old Italian is as much of a villain as the bearded Uncle Sam.
Columbus Day parades are met with protests and some have been minimized or eliminated.
In Seattle, Columbus Day became Indigenous People’s Day, which sounds like a Marxist terrorist group’s holiday.
The shift from celebrating Columbus’ arrival in America to commemorating it as an American Nakba by focusing on the Indians, rather than the Americans, is a profound form of historical revisionism that hacks away at the origins of this country.
No American state has followed Venezuela’s lead in renaming it Día de la Resistencia Indígena, or Day of Indigenous Resistance, which actually is a Marxist terrorist group’s holiday, the whole notion of celebrating the discovery of America has come to be seen as somehow shameful and worst of all, politically incorrect.
Anti-Columbus Day protests are mounted by La Raza, whose members, despite their indigenous posturing, are actually mostly descended from Spanish colonists, but who know that most American liberals are too confused to rationally frame an objection to a protest by any minority group.
About the only thing sillier than a group of people emphasizing their collective identity as a Spanish speaking people, and denouncing Columbus as an imperialist exploiter is Ward Churchill, a fake Indian, who compared Columbus to Heinrich Himmler. Ward Churchill’s scholarship consists of comparing Americans in past history and current events to random Nazis. If he hasn’t yet compared Amerigo Vespucci or Daniel Boone to Ernst Röhm; it’s only a matter of time.
The absurdity of these attacks is only deepened by the linguistic and cultural ties between the Italian Columbus Day marchers and the Latino Anti-Columbus Day protesters with the latter set cynically exploiting white guilt to pretend that being the descendants of Southern European colonists makes them a minority.
If being descended from Southern Europeans makes you a minority, then Columbus, the parade marchers, the Greek restaurant owner nearby and even Rush Limbaugh are all “people of color.”
Italian-Americans are the only bulwark against political correctness still keeping Columbus on the calendar, and that has made mayors and governors in cities and states with large Italian-American communities wary of tossing the great explorer completely overboard. But while Ferdinand and Isabella may have brought Columbus back in chains, modern day political correctness has banished him to the darkened dungeon of non-personhood, erasing him from history and replacing him with a note reading, “I’m Sorry We Ever Landed Here.”
But this is about more than one single 15th century Genoan with a complicated life who was neither a monster nor a saint. It is about whether America really has any right to exist at all.
MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND-FT. RILEY,Kansas-early 1950s—As the troop train rumbled from Ft. Sheridan, Illinois to Ft. Riley, Kansas, many thoughts were being processed. There were of course the uncertainties as to what lay ahead. Glancing out the window, area farmers and their families could be seen along the tracks waving handkerchiefs at us as we went by, which was a tremendous boost to morale. Those families made a point in knowing when troop trains would come by.
This would be the last of such visible patriotic support. The secretly implanted Communists had been devising a way to destroy morale and public support for the military and it began with the Korean War, coming to a head during the Viet Nam War where returning soldiers were spat on, vilified and called, “child killers.”
We were living on the ledge of that turnaround of patriotism. Those instigators of unrest were stealthily infiltrating every area of life, our schools, churches, newspapers, movies and in recent years, the military itself.
The basic training in Ft. Riley (Boot Camp) was difficult since the Kansas summers were blazing hot. The heat, along with carrying 65 pounds of equipment on our backs as we did strenuous maneuvers, dug trenches and ran up and down hills, made life extremely difficult. So much so that one trainer commented that the war was easy, it was the basic training that was hell.
In the midst of the boot camp, we were given a one day Sunday pass on Armed Forces Day Weekend. With anticipation, I hitch hiked to nearby Hutchinson, Kansas wanting to go to church to hear an encouraging word and receive some spiritual strength.
Finding a traditional looking church (denomination didn’t matter) in the heart of town, I took my seat in a back row. The church was packed.The atmosphere was surprisingly tense.
The pastor proceeded to preach against the war and anyone and everyone who took part in such a murderous mission. Indeed, according to him, we were all murderers. There were a couple of glances in my direction.
My morale dropped down into my boots. I was clearly visible in my uniform, and pastors know every inch of their church and who is and is not there on Sunday mornings.
I sat quietly as the service was completed and everyone began to leave. Going outside, not one congregant in that church nor the pastor made any effort to acknowledge me or welcome me in any way, coming in or going out.
I had gone there hoping to hear an encouraging word from God but instead was vilified for doing my duty for America. It was a political “social message” that had nothing to do with God.
Later, during my service, I would be exposed to Mustard Gas which ravaged through my body, affecting every organ and in turn, altered the rest of my life. It was fortunate that I had lived. Two young soldiers right next to me died on the spot.
Leaving that church service feeling totally dejected, a nowhere-in-particular walk through the town seemed doable. There were some homes near the downtown area.
(When this tribute was first published a year ago, the touching responses were such that it has become a permanent part of the Mother’s Day Celebration, which truly shows the heart of a mother.)
EVANSVILLE, Indiana—1938—The sights and sounds of Christmas were everywhere, twinkling lights in windows, music of the season in the background along with the sounds of happy children. There was a hint of snow in the air. Smiles were on the faces of shoppers and children coming home from school knowing that the big day was almost here.
Approaching a stairway to a walk-up apartment on Governor Street in Evansville, Indiana Becky Shanks Keeney, an attractive woman with dark hair, tried to mask the tension in her face.
She had picked up her little boy at a day care center, driven home and made her way upstairs to their small,modest apartment. She had managed to put up a Christmas Tree with brightly colored big-bulb lights that were common then.
Becky was a single mom, not through any fault of her own. Her husband, a handsome man with finely sculptured features and black wavy hair could not responsibly handle his good looks. Within two years after their baby was born, he left.
After they divorced, she had made her way from Houston,Texas to Evansville where she had relatives near by and took a secretary job with the Southern Indiana Gas & Electric company. In those days women were paid less than men even if they did the same work, which made it difficult to make ends meet. Plus she had the extra expense of paying for her baby’s daycare while she worked.
Even though she was a woman of strict moral standards, was honest in all of her dealings, and always dressed well, she was met with reproach, even in the church she attended, North Park Presbyterian Church, which prompted the church biddies to whisper, “There SHE is…she’s nothing, she’s divorced y’know.”
Divorce was the unpardonable sin in those days, at least for women, but not necessarily for men who suddenly were put on ‘desirable catch’ lists while the women were considered worse than whores.
It was Christmas Eve. Silent Night was playing on the radio. Becky’s eyes and face were creased with sadness. She had managed to pay all of her bills, on time, but there was no money left for food. The cupboards were bare.
She sat on the couch, then began to cry, something her 3 year old had never seen her do. He sat down quietly next to her and put his tiny hand in hers.
Suddenly, Becky pulled herself up to full height, wiped the tears from her eyes and said, “Wait a minute! What’s the matter with me? God has been good to us. He’s kept us together…He’s put a roof over our heads…Oh Lord, forgive me for my unfaithfulness. Come on Avilee,” which was short for Alvie Lee.
She put a fancy table cloth her grandmother had made over the table, and got out her best plates and silverware, handing some of it to Avilee to take to the table. She then put two candles on the table and lit them. One would have thought she was about to serve the finest Christmas dinner in town.
“Who can count the dust of Jacob or number the seed of Israel.” Numbers 23:10
Flags fly at half mast, the torch of remembrance is lit, memorial candles are held in shaking hands and the country’s own version of the Flanders Field poppy, the Red Everlasting daisy, dubbed Blood of the Maccabees, adorns lapels. And so begins the Yom Hazikaron, Heroes Remembrance Day, the day of remembrance for fallen soldiers and victims of terror– Israel’s Memorial Day.
What is a memorial day in a country that has always known war and where remembrance means adding the toll of one year’s dead and wounded to the scales of history. A country where war never ends, where the sirens may pause but never stop, where each generation grows up knowing that they will have to fight or flee. To stand watch or run away. It is not so much the past that is remembered on this day, but the present and the future. The stillness, a breath in the warm air, before setting out to climb the slopes of tomorrow.
Who can count the dust of Jacob. And yet each memorial day we count the dust. The dust that is a fraction of those who have fallen defending the land for thousands of years. Flesh wears out, blood falls to the earth where the red daisies grow, and bone turns to dust. The dust blows across the graves of soldiers and prophets, the tombs of priests hidden behind brush, the caverns where forefathers rest in sacred silence, laid to rest by their sons, who were laid to rest by their own sons, generations burying the past, standing guard over it, being driven away and returning each time.
On Memorial Day, the hands of memory are dipped in the dust raising it to the blue sky. A prayer, a whisper, a dream of peace. And the wind blows the candles out. War follows. And once again blood flows into the dust. A young lieutenant shading his eyes against the sun. An old man resting with his family on the beach. Children climbing into bed in a village on a hilltop. And more bodies are laid to rest in the dust. Until dust they become.
In this land, the Maker of Stars and Dust vowed to Abraham that his children would be as many as the dust of the earth and the stars of heaven. In their darkest days, they would be as the dust. But there is mercy in the numberless count of the dust. Mercy in not being able to make a full count of the fallen and remaining ignorant of that full measure of woe. Modern technologies permit us terrible estimates. Databanks store the names of millions; digital cemeteries of ghosts. But there is no counting the dust. And when we walk the length and breadth of the land, as the Maker told Abraham to do, it the dust that supports our feet, we walk in the dust of our ancestors.
EPA chief spends Earth Week crop dusting country with carbon emissions in desperate attempt to stave off climate change
My own pet theory is that “man made climate change” is a redistributionist sham that may one day actually come to fruition because of all the conspiring alarmists flying around warning everybody about it.
Enter EPA chief Gina McCarthy, who is doing her best to turn it into a self-fulfilling prophecy:
A national nonprofit environmental group is turning up the heat on the Environmental Protection Agency for sending its chief on an Earth Day-themed tour to call for action on climate change, arguing the multi-city excursion will hurt the environment.
The Public Employees for Environmental Responsibility says the greenhouse gases generated by EPA administrator Gina McCarthy’s week-long, five-city tour will “far exceed” any concrete action on climate change from her travels.
“Frenetically jetting around the country appears to undercut [the] EPA’s message to ordinary Americans that they should conserve, consume less and reduce transportation pollution,” PEER Executive Director Jeff said in a statement.
The EPA announced last week that McCarthy would visit New York, Boston, Cleveland, Atlanta and Memphis to “participate in various events to…focus on responsible steps to cut carbon pollution to slow the effects of climate change.”
Included among McCarthy’s jet-set planet-saving efforts this week is taking the mound before today’s Yankees/Red Sox game in Boston to throw out what the EPA will proclaim to be the most eco-friendly first pitch in major league history (Al Gore held the record briefly in 1993 but broke wind on the way back to the dugout).
President Obama’s doing his part on Earth Day as well:
Obama will offset that by flying Air Force One to Tokyo today and maybe planting a bonsai tree.
Remember this piece of Earth Day history?
A good post at Newsbusters about Hollywood eco-hypocrites: Five Alarmist Celebs and Their Double Standards
Try to ignore Earth Day, April 22. It won’t be easy. The print and broadcast media will engage in an orgy of environmental tall tales and the usual end-of-the-world predictions. It will scare the heck out of youngsters and bore the heck out of anyone old enough to know that we have had to endure the lies that hide the agendas that have driven the Greens since 1970 when the event was first proclaimed.
The Earth is 4.5 billion years old. It is the third planet from the Sun and fifth-largest of the eight other planets that orbit it. It is the only planet in our galaxy that has life on it and it has an abundance of mineral resources as well as water and the fecundity to grow crops and maintain livestock to sustain the human race.
The climate on Earth is entirely dependent on the natural cycles of the Sun. Despite four decades of being told that the Earth was going to heat up due to greenhouse gas like carbon dioxide and methane, we are currently in a cooling cycle and no child born since 1997 has ever experienced a single day of the dreaded “global warming.”
Humans play a very small role affecting the Earth’s climate although, for example, deforestration is one way it has affects it. Other than cutting down trees, another way is to put the government in charge of vast acres of forest. It has a long record of failing to manage them well to the point where diseases and pests render the trees so weak that wildfires wipe out what would otherwise have thrived.
Otherwise, the Earth is and always has a been a very volatile place, subject to a variety of extraordinary natural events such as hurricanes, tsunamis, blizzards, floods, droughts, tornadoes, and earthquakes. The only thing humans can do is clean up and rebuild.
What has mostly changed for humans has been the discovery of energy sources that have transformed and enhanced their lives. Coal, initially, followed by oil and natural gas. All are carbon based, but then, so are humans and other life forms.
The Greens call them “fossil fuels” and some refer to “dirty coal” or seek to demonize “Big Oil.” Between 2007 and 2012, three U.S. oil companies paid a total of $289.7 billion in corporate income taxes. Until the Obama administration took power, coal provided fifty percent of all the electricity Americans used. Completely bogus “science” cited by the Environmental Protection Agency has been used to shut down coal-fired plants and close down coal mines. And, in concert with costly, unpredictable and unreliable “renewable” energy, wind and solar, have driven up the cost of electricity for everyone.
According to a study by the Heritage Foundation, released in March, over the next two decades the EPA’s climate rules aimed at reducing “global warming” (which is not occurring) will cost the economy $2.23 trillion. An estimated 600,000 jobs will be lost. The jobs that would be created by the Keystone XL pipeline have been waiting five years for the White House to approve the project.
As mentioned, it has been the many inventions that utilize the energy sources the Greens want to “leave in the ground” that have totally transformed the lives of Americans and others throughout the world.
The meltdown of the Obama genderhawks
by Michelle Malkin
I have created a new species designation for the female Democrats who play hypocritical gender politics on behalf of Barack Obama. They’re genderhawks.
You remember the term “chickenhawk,” don’t you? During the Bush years, anti-war activists and journalists hurled the ad hominem epithet at anyone who supported military action against our enemies but hadn’t personally served.
I say let’s give ‘em a dose of their own tactical medicine.
Genderhawks are feminist chickenhawks. They demand “equal pay” for women, practice militant identity politics based on chromosomes and purport to wage an all-out government war on gender inequity. Yet, they personally refuse to hold themselves and their lousy male bosses accountable for their own gender-based failures and delinquencies.
Meet genderhawk Jennifer Palmieri. The Clinton administration veteran faithfully defended a lecherous philanderer-in-chief against what his sexist operatives called “bimbo eruptions.” Then she served as spokeswoman for adulterous crapweasel John Edwards. Now, she is Obama’s communications flack and chief social media gender warrior. On Tuesday, which Team Obama and its feminist pals dubbed “Equal Pay Day,” Palmieri took to Twitter to call out the sexist White House press corps:
“Love all these guys, but note that 6 of 7 news orgs in front row sent men to ask @presssec abt the problem of gender pay inequity,” Palmieri tweeted.
Oooh. Get it? Palmieri was womansplaining, gender-shaming and upside-the-head-smacking the mainstream media for sending tone-deaf men to ask about women’s issues. She really zapped and zinged ‘em, didn’t she?!
Well, only in her Beltway bubble-wrapped head.
Palmieri humiliated just one person: herself. In her faux-minist fog, she forgot that her own boss, the president, is a man . His vice president is a man . Their labor secretary is a man . In fact, 12 of 15 Obama cabinent members are dastardly men. And White House press secretary Jay Carney, sent by her male managers to answer questions about gender equity from the men Palmieri deemed insufficiently sensitive to women’s issues, is a man .
Thankfully, sane journalists of both genders pushed back against Palmieri’s identity politics run amok. Fox News reporter Ed Henry fired back: “WH sent man to podium, right?” Pittsburgh Tribune-Review reporter Salena Zito retorted: “In your line of (thought) Jennifer, a woman should have taken the question for the White House not a man.” National Review’s Charles W. Cooke quizzed: “Would the answers have been different if the questions had been asked by women?”
Forced to respond, Palmieri grudgingly acknowledged that the press secretary carries XY chromosomes, but she rationalized that he’s a man “who advocates for policies to reduce gender pay inequality and appreciates seriousness of problem.” See, gals? Jay Carney feels your pain — unlike those chauvinist pigs in the press corps asking pesky questions about bogus White House wage inequity stats! See, guys? If you pay lip service to caring, you can be honorary genderhawks, too.
Obama and his femme-a-gogue flock aren’t fooling anyone. It’s not just evil men and right-wingers raising questions about the Democrats’ Equal Pay Day theater. Reporters bombarded Carney about a new American Enterprise Institute study that found that the salary for the median female White House staffer is 12 percent lower than for a male staffer.
When I was growing up in the 1950s there were two blockbusters, “The Ten Commandments” and “Ben-Hur.” Together they pulled in $1.795 billion in adjusted domestic ticket sales. The power of the Bible, both Old and New Testaments, to draw audiences is impressive and, in hard times like the present, many seek a message of hope in religion.
It’s worth keeping in mind that, according to Pew research, by the end of 2012, a large majority of Americans—77% of the adult population—identify with a Christian religion, including 52% who are Protestants, 23% who are Catholic, and 2% who affiliate with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Mormons. Some 18% expressed no explicit religious identity and 5% identified with a non-Christian religion.
U.S. Presidents, particularly the Founders, were serious readers of the Bible. Tevi Troy, writing in The Wall Street Journal on February 14, noted that “Our earliest presidents, George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison were all assiduous readers—of history and philosophy, and the Bible as well. Lacking many books in his earliest years, Abraham Lincoln “was among the most diligent readers of all U.S. Presidents.
I suspect that the Obama administration’s open attacks on the Catholic Church for its resistance to Obamacare’s demands that contraceptive medications be covered in healthcare insurance plans makes a lot of Americans, not just Catholics, uneasy at best, raising serious questions about the nation’s fundamental devotion to the free practice of religion.
In a statement about the National Day of Prayer, President Obama made no reference to Christianity, but acknowledged freedom of religion in its historic context. He is a far cry from his predecessor, George W. Bush, for whom his faith in Jesus was openly acknowledged and who found wide support in the nation’s evangelical community. Bush was an avid reader of the Bible.
A Marxist at heart, I doubt that Obama cares much for Christianity and his Chicago church was led by Jeremiah Wright who is most famous for having said “God damn America” and had to apologize for remarks critical of Jews. Obama has openly defended Islam and many believe he is a Muslim.
Hollywood is rediscovering the Bible these days after years of films based on cartoon characters like Batman and Spider Man. In 2014 it will release more big Biblically-based films than it has in the last eleven years combined and the trend is strong for more in 2015.
Debuting in February was “Son of God” from Twentieth Century Fox, culled from the History Channel’s 2013 miniseries, “The Bible”, produced by Mark Burnett who, along with his wife, Roma Downey, is a devout Christian. Debuting in March is “Noah” from Paramount, starring Russell Crow and coming in April is “Heaven is for Real.” On its way to the nation’s theatres are “Mary” and “Exodus.”
Burnett believes that people are seeking messages of spiritual uplift in the wake of the 2008 financial crash and I would add the five years of Obama’s failed management of the economy with its emphasis on socialist, Keynesian government spending that has proved to be largely a waste that has added six trillion to the nation’s soaring debt.