Saturday, September 25, 2010

What would Jesus do?

What would Jesus do?

Uh... what? I just watched the video at the link.

I don't care what Jesus would do. What was I thinking?

That's what I want to know.

Friday, September 24, 2010

A couple of months to go.

Did anyone see Beverly Giesbrecht at the "Seriously Free Speech" talk?

Has anyone seen Beverly Giesbrecht? I thought maybe she was one of the audience members of the session I attended this evening:

I sat in a small auditorium this evening at a downtown campus of a local suburban university and I could swear that Beverly was there among the audience, though they pretty much all looked the same: old people, grey pony tails, and hippie attire, row upon row, clapping over comments by a gaggle of shop-worn Death Hippies going on about the Jooos!

Beverly. You would probably recognise her alone, but in that crowd it was hard to tell one from another.

About Bev, just for a sec.

By Travis Lupick, March 27, 2009

On March 20, the Globe and Mail posted a video on its Web site that showed West Vancouver resident Khadija Abdul Qahaar in Pakistan begging for her life. How did she get there?


Giesbrecht was a born-again Christian until shortly after the September 11 attacks when she embraced Islam. For several years, she regularly espoused ideas and arguments similar to those of Islamic fundamentalists. In November, she was kidnapped by the Taliban. Today, she remains held for ransom in Pakistan, allegedly near the border with Afghanistan. In the March 20 video, Qahaar, 52, states that she expects to be killed by the end of the month. ...


I don't know where Bev is off to, and maybe she wasn't at the evening's meeting, but there were plenty who could have passed for her twins.

Frankly, of the lot of them in the audience this evening, the only one I found even vaguely interesting was the young Lebanese Palestinian homosexual I chatted with for a bit. I'm not, myself, but I can't condemn a guy for that, so I just mention that he was nice. As far as the "I'm not a Jew-hater, but" crowd, well, what can I say?

The gay guy was cute. Maybe he has a sister he can introduce me too. Otherwise, the evening, for me, was a dud, bud. And that is my seriously free speech.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Autumn: Why does my heart

There is yet still time.

We're looking at an Autumn of Discontent upcoming. Those who follow the news of dhimmitude in our Modern world are likely deeply dismayed, in spite of whatever good news we might find on our collective horizon with the election in November. Dhimmitude is increasingly worse, not better, and an election of conservatives is not likely to improve our lot to any serious degree. It's bad, and it gets worse daily. A Republican victory over-all in Congress is not going to improve things much for us. Improvement, if there is to be any at all, will not come from government: it is the Will of the People that will improve our free nations.

I look at the final scene from Blackhawk Down, and I could ... I could do any number of things. But my heart feels so bad.

I leave us then with a poem I particularly love, and I hope it pleases you, dear reader, and perhaps that it gives you some strength to carry on this endless battle for our nation's good and for our own.

[Translation follows]

Rainer Maria Rilke,"Herbsttag"

Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr groß.
Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,
und auf den Fluren laß die Winde los.

Befiel den letzten Früchten voll zu sein;
gib ihnen noch zwei südlichere Tage,
dränge sie zur Vollendung hin und jage
die letzte Süße in den schweren Wein.

Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,
wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben
und wird in den Alleen hin und her
unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben.

Rainer Maria Rilke

This translation is by Guntram Deichsel:

Autumn Day

Lord, it is time. Let the great summer go,
Lay your long shadows on the sundials,
And over harvest piles let the winds blow.

Command the last fruits to be ripe;
Grant them some other southern hour,
Urge them to completion, and with power
Drive final sweetness to the heavy grape.

Who's homeless now, will for long stay alone.
No home will build his weary hands,
He'll wake, read, write letters long to friends
And will the alleys up and down
Walk restlessly, when falling leaves dance.

English: (C) Guntram Deichsel. Biberach, Germany 1987/93

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Turn on, Tune in, Drop out.

I avoid msm outlets as much as possible, mostly print media, but I also avoid television and radio. I use the Internet. I like radio, and I tune in to Radio Galalaz (Israel) and Radio Athens (Greece) for some diversion.

I don't know about this company [] beyond what one finds at the link, that it comes out of Texas and is a private company. That they carry Israel radio says enough for me. Clicking on the link will take you to a selection of radio genres. I not only hope you like this and find it worthwhile, I hope it helps bankrupt the msm.