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Kinky Linky: NUDISTS Dig Jane's Show

While scanning the stat dump, I find the juiciest tidbits. This one wins the week's coolest link, balls out.

He calls himself "NAKED STUDENT" and, apparently, while some  guys are nakedly Conservative, his kink is just plain Naked Conservatism.

http://www.clothesfreeforum.com/showthread.php?p=210907

Jane is all about younger men now that I am days away from completing my fortieth birthday month, the actual date, of course, a closely guarded secret.

But younger men who let their junk swing free while they dazzle me with Conservative dogma? Now that is a new spin on an old meme.

Jane Is Vain And Stays Mainly In Pain

Sorry I have been MIA lately, missing my first two day stretch ever, but I am a wuss.

I consider it a badge of honor to have given birth without any drugs, had major facial surgery under nothing more than local anesthesia, and relish a biannual session with my aggressive dental hygienist. But I am hard down with these spacers in my teeth.

You see, while my best girlfriends are all getting silicone in their bras, Janie is getting braces.

Again.

The playboy, cocaine addict entrusted with my first round of orthodontia when I was in grade school was a hack. He drove a Lotus, and my Dad figured that was resume enough. He left the job mostly unfinished after FOUR years when he preferred rehab to jail. Just as well. I had run short of patience and my mother was weary of putting good money up the doc's nose by way of my mouth. No other practice would take me. So off came the bands, teeth as straight as soldiers, but an undiagnosed cross bite worsening as I grew.

Add the effects of two wisdom teeth to that of the calcium leaching babies I mentioned above, and my lower teeth have drifted in my head like pearls in a rip tide.

This is way too personal for a political blog, but I thought you were due some explanation. So, um...you chew on all that a while and I will be huddled over here in the corner, struggling  to mash a medicinal margarita blueberry protein smoothie through the few teeth that don't scream, becoming an addict in my own right. Praise the Lord, and pass the analgesic.

Back tomorrow. Whenever that is.

Jane's Big And Ordinary Plans For Primero De Mayo

Tomorrow is the annual "Day Without Illegals Mexicans", or "Primero de Mayo", where the rising tide of illegal immigrants and their sympathizers will lay around all day drinking tequila, sure that we gringos are wringing our hands with dread and fear. I have already planned my day, practically by the minute, to make the very most of every opportunity. I publish it here as a template for you to consider how your time might be best spent without the hassles of dealing with 30 million extra warm bodies sucking up your time and money, if only for one precious day.

7:00 am: Instead of gratefully hiding behind the ease of the bus service, enjoy some talk time with the kids by driving them to school, luxuriating in the free flow of traffic and stunning lack of cement mixers and dump trucks.

8:00 am: Already out early, take advantage of the dead zone at the Home Depot garden department and buzz on over to Lowe's on a whim, because there may be a pattern here.

9:00 am: WoW! So ahead on time, call a friend to meet for coffee at that fun spot in the historic district. Enjoy sitting outside the cafe for once because the roofers working next door won't be there to throw debris into my jasmine tea or ogle my friend's vastly superior ass.

10:00 am: Get a new spring hairstyle at The Curl Up And Dye downtown and enjoy some window shopping without fear some leaf blower crew will spoil the new "do".

10:55 am: Try to grab a protein smoothie at the health food store around the corner, but see the sign in the window explaining their odd closure and expressing solidarity with the cause of the illegals. Make a mental note to die of scurvy before buying so much as a one vitamin pill in there. EVER AGAIN.

11:00 am: Consider an impromptu trip to Mega Hel-Mart. The parking lot is eerily vacant. (Are they even open?) Stroll the unusually wide aisles, read all the magazines, languidly browse the fabulous Mexican food section, and never once hear, "Will any Spanish speaking associate, please come to Customer Service.".

12:00pm: Celebrate hard working legal immigrants by grabbing a quick sushi or some Pad Thai way out on the edge of town. Dine in because voluminous travel time credits have accrued since this morning, so there is no real hurry.

1:00 pm: Catch a few commando sun rays in the backyard because the blind guy's pool next door won't be getting its chlorine check today by men who yell, "Mas chlorino!"  and who think I don't know the Spanish phrase for "naked white lady ".

3:00 pm: Feeling energized, cruise to get the children from school. Get pulled over for doing 57mph in a 35 zone. Get off with a warning because the officer is so impressed with my ability to even get to speed, much less blow it away by such a large margin. And on a workday! (But it might be the sun tan and hair-do combo. Just a guess.)

4:00 pm: On the way to the National Archives for the kids to see the original U.S. Constitution before it fades away, drive by The White House, wag my arm out the window and scream, "Hola! Hor-hay!", and notice that Bushie still has not gotten around to installing one of those new "virtual fences" he keeps telling us is all the rage in national security.

7:00 pm: Celebrate hard working legal immigrants by splurging on Chinese take-out. Who needs nachos? Chop sticks for all my men! Fortune cookie reads: "May your every day be as sweet as today."

9:00 pm: OOooo....boo boo Moo Goo. Head to the hospital with what will certainly be diagnosed as salmonella poisoning. Good thing the place will be deserted, it being the "Day Without Mexicans" and all...right? No such luck. Seems that the only thing Pablo can't resist doing today is schlepping all twelve members of his immediate family into the only Emergency Room for thirty four miles to get a pregnancy test (Congratulations!), four throat cultures and an $8.00 Tylenol.

Well. It was sweet while it lasted.

9:07 pm: Throw up on Pablo's sandal.

The Body Count At Virginia Tech Could Go Higher. At Least Theoretically.

If the New York Times, Lousecateer Micheal Eisner, and fillintheblank Lefty gun ban pacifists can exhibit the poor taste of pronouncing immediate disarmament with the usual tired hysterics that defy all logical data to the contrary, I think a citizen of The Commonwealth of Virginia can demand some GD accountability for the cavalier doo-gooder bullshit (like the defeat of Virginia House Bill 1572) that herded thirty young sheep to their slaughter.

Would it be in poor taste to say that this psy-CHO who turned Virginia Tech into his own personal shooting gallery might have felt emboldened to do so knowing how outspoken and indignantly passive the administration of Tech had been only months before with respect to allowing legally carried firearms on campus?

Would it be in poor taste, for starters, to demand Virginia Tech Associate Vice President for University Relations, Larry Hinker's career on a pike for his not so passive part in this bloodbath? Like as recently as last August when Hincker publicly ridiculed student Bradford B. Wiles' editorial (text) on what should be his right to legally carry his concealed weapon on the Tech campus? The (text) illogical rant Virginia Tech Associate Vice President for University Relations, Larry Hincker so smugly delivered to a legal gun owner speaks for itself:

After the fear, and dare I say, panic from the events of Aug. 21, it is absolutely mind-boggling to see the opinions of Bradford Wiles ("Unarmed and vulnerable," Aug. 31).

I once worked for an out-of-touch manager who gave rather absurd directions. My colleagues and I would do as directed and dubbed it "malicious compliance," knowing the task to be inane and the manager's foibles would soon be apparent.

The editors of this page must have printed this commentary if for no other reason than malicious compliance. Surely, they scratched their heads saying, "I can't believe he really wants to say that."

Wiles tells us that he didn't feel safe with the hundreds of highly trained officers armed with high powered rifles encircling the building and protecting him. He even implies that he needed his sidearm to protect himself against the officers.

Writing an "official" opinion as a Virginia Tech official doing what he felt was part of his official job description, he made a statistical error that cost the lives of thirty-odd students and faculty officially in his charge. His blathering has now been judged officially wrong and its gross fallaciousness should have official consequences. Virginia Tech's ledger needs to be lighter one Associate Vice President for University Relations pension.

They'll need the money when the wrongful death suits begin to flood the "IN" box. AS THEY WILL AND AS THEY SHOULD.

All the cable news finger pointing at the smallish police force, with no citizen militia to back them up, will never take the place of simple logic. But that doesn't fit the rubric by which this highly political tragedy will be scored by the knowitall MSM and simple minded soccer moms everywhere. (But good news! My hometown Gander Mountain is reporting a sudden rush at the firearm counter!)

I have done a Google search for like minded bloggers who HAVE BEEN screaming this theme from the Blue Ridge Mountain tops and amplifying this local issue for months and months, but to no avail. Perhaps now they will get the attention they so richly deserve. Go sit a spell with them, comment at their sites, add them to your rolls and generally support their efforts to hasten the birth of blogger/citizen journalism as the only purely legitimate force for institutional transparency and accountability.

We must all scream in unison if our voices are to be heard.

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Go say hello:

David Codrea at The War On Guns Blogspot

Get some free range time with:

The Armed Canadian

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More useful information for your consideration:

Larry Hincker
hincker@vt.edu
Associate Vice President for University Relations
540 231-5396
314-A Burruss (0229)

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Constitutional Remedial Reading With Rudy Giuliani

Jane is a proud Constitutional "Originalist". More specifically, a "Textualist", or an originalist who gives primary weight to the text and structure of the Constitution and is highly skeptical of the ability of judges to determine collective intent.

Rudy Giuliani is a toad on so many levels, but his proclivity for arrogance, personal drama and at least three clinical speech impediments are not my main complaint. Not today, anyway. Today it is his ability to read things that are not written and ignore things that clearly are, irrespective of the moral justifications for either.

Nowhere in my tattered personal pocket Constitution do I find an express written privacy guarantee in Section I of the 14th Amendment. I see the word "liberty", but no word "privacy". Rudy has read the same document and insisted again this week that abortion on demand is a "Constitutional right" as part of this elusive privacy guarantee that only he, hippy-dippy stoners in SoHo and sadly more and more lapsed Republicans read between the lines of clearly written text.

But then again, he is altogether blind to words that are spelled out in the Second Amendment, so what should a Conservative Textualist expect?

Rather than put his full shoulder to the wheel of justice against the true criminals in New York City, for the sake of political expedience, he traded away some of the Constitutionally guaranteed rights of law abiding citizens in order to fill his karmic piggy bank with goodwill from the Liberal heart of Gotham.

"A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed."

How can he swear to uphold and defend a document that he clearly does not understand? And with the Dems flapping about the Equal Rights Amendment. Again.

Somebody pass Rudy a dictionary if he thinks the word "shall" is a synonym for the very different word, "should". But in the interest of fairness, let's read another "arcane" document in Rudese:

"Thou Should Not Commit Adultery Unless She's Really Hot And You Kinda Wanna."

The Natural Law on which our Constitution is originally based came straight from Mount Sinai. It is written in stone. It is not up for creative interpretation by easy-listening revisionists. Unless of course you are a Catholic politician with three wives and prefer to interpret the word "Commandments" as the word "Suggestions".

 

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Captain Ed says "Game Over".

 

LIAR, LIAR PANTS ON FIRE: Last WW I Navy Veteran Dies. Only Three Doughboys Remain.

When I was a little girl at my Grandfather's knee, he told me a story of how he (and countless of his buddies) had lied, at age 16, in order to sail into World War I with the United States Navy. He brought forth a smallish photograph, his prized possession it seemed at the time, of his handsome young self aboard a Navy ship with a tiny dog at his feet. I am certain the dog is the touchstone for a scrap of a story perhaps I would have otherwise forgotten. The dog wore odd booties. PaPa detailed that the little shoes were fashioned to protect the dog's paws from the searing heat of the metal deck. The photo disappeared back into his tattered wallet and into history. A king's ransom for that photo would be a pittance.

Had he not died when I was thirteen, my grandfather would be 105.

Until today, I had always held a sentimental hope that my PaPa still had brothers-in-arms out there somewhere, the first wave of the Greatest Generation, defying nature until the baton was safely passed.  A man my grandfather could have been passed away last Thursday, his story a small forgotten footnote in a busy world. Lloyd Brown, the last known surviving U.S. Navy Veteran of World War I was 105.

He died at a veterans home in Maryland, the Navy District Washington said.

His death comes days after the death of the last known surviving American female WWI veteran, Charlotte Winters, who was 109.

According to the Department of Veterans Affairs, the deaths leave three known surviving American vets of WWI, all of who served in the Army.

Brown was born in 1901 in Lutie, Mo., a small farming town in the Ozarks. His family later moved to Chadwick, Mo. In 1918, the 16-year-old lied about his age to join the Navy and served as a member of the gun crew on the battleship USS New Hampshire.

Our surgical Information Operation War against The Religion of Peace is a failure. Not because there are no men like my PaPa and Lloyd Brown, but because there are no men like Woodrow Wilson and John Pershing willing to fight this war with the unapologetic might of a bygone era.

This is no "gentleman's war". There will be no Christmas Day Truce because there are no trenches. No uniforms. No common ground of any kind. What we do have is plenty of PC capitulation, and loads of PC apology and a host of other obstacles to victory being thrown at the feet of our brave men and women by our worst enemy. Ourselves.

Last Thursday as Mr. Brown saw his last sunrise, I was busy living my life, assuming someone was out there, in my name, assuring my freedom for just one more day. In this climate of self-defeat and lack of National military will, is it any wonder that there may never be another sixteen year old boy willing to lie to die?

Fair winds and following seas, Mr. Brown.

Breakfast Links: Lou Dobbs, Ron Paul, George Bush, And The Coming "Super NAFTA" Nightmare

The Council On Foreign Relations is a dangerous, dangerous body. If anything needs to be investigated on the Hill, it is the Big Business elitists, who are as sinister a presence to our security and sovereignty as the Hollywood Left ever was. I am no conspiracy theorist, and I realize that this banner is being carried by Lou Dobbs and CNN merely as a tool to bash the Bush dynasty, but there is a MUCH BIGGER LESSON HERE, folks.

Chew on these three video clips (in which order I loaded them, I cannot say--so someone tell me if they are out of logical order!) while I complete an essay that you might find worth stopping back in for later today. And if you really want to be scared out of your mind, check the pretty spin at www.spp.gov .

Thank you to a new commenter from Wednesday's post for reminding why I started this blog in the first place.

Catch you back here later...

If You Buy It, They Will Eat

{I am typing in my best Oxford English Nanny Voice like the MIL's. Read accordingly.}

As you know, Jane is not a big fan of television. When I was growing up Daddy called it the "idiot box". Since he read stacks of books, and was a MENSA type, I figured he was on to something. One of many lessons learned by example. So as I mounted the elliptical trainer yesterday, I barely noticed the force fed television programming draped from the ceiling of my gym.

But some whiny piece on the TODAY SHAM about getting your child to eat healthy food including cutesy sticker charts and promises of treats piqued my disdain. The Pop-Psych throat du jour effused that positive reinforcement and regular treats might get Princess to eat her salad. The very premise was fallacious but sounded apologetic enough to be credible to less scrutinizing ears.

Since when does a hungry child grab the keys, her Hello Kitty wallet and head to Mega Hel-Mart to drag a cart of overpriced groceries home in the family truckster? It defies logic to presume that the unhealthy food in the family pantry appeared there without parental complicity. So kindly remember that "parent" is a verb, as well as a noun, and save the "I can't get her to eat vegetables!" argument in favor of the more properly stated, "I won't serve my child a healthy meal because I would rather eat quick, processed pseudo-food myself, and I want her to be happy and like me."

The best hope I have for most lazy parents is that perhaps when the class bully calls Princess "pork chop" on the playground, a light bulb will shine on what was common sense to our grandmother's generation.

Children's plates and palates do not act. They are acted upon.

More Children Shamelessly Used as Proxies for the Illegal Immigration Debate

When a coward fights a war, he uses the innocent as a shield.

When the Illegal Immigrant lobby fights the facts, it uses the innocent as a sword.

Children as Proxies in the Illegal Immigration Debate

Whenever the Left cannot win an argument on it merits, they pull out their rhetorical trump card. The Proxy. It is easily defeated by nimble minds on the Right, but does not deter the Left from advancing this tired substitute for intellectual honesty.

The Proxy argument is simple and works in myriad tight corners into which Liberals find themselves wedged daily. Today's example is from Massachusetts. The headline wails, "CHILDREN STRANDED AFTER IMMIGRATION RAID".

Nowhere does it mention the word "illegal" in the headline.

Nowhere does the article articulate that the first cause of the "stranding" of children was their parent's criminal presence in this country.

But everywhere in this Leftist pity piece you will see sprinkled key words and phrases alluding to the raid of a sweatshop full of illegal aliens as "a widespread humanitarian crisis here in New Bedford." And pictures of crying women. Plenty of those.

Without critical analysis, the bulk of our ignorant American populace will let an article like this one, and dozens like it, anesthetize them to the very real, very rational argument in favor of The Rule of Law.

As Conservatives we should feel appropriate compassion for an innocent child forced into dire straits by a selfish criminal parent. But we should not allow guilty scorn for the authority of our laws to accompany it.

It takes thoughtful vigilance to identify this flimsy divergent debate style on the part of the Left. See it for what it is. A baseless attempt to dominate a debate with emotion.

So if you're a Liberal and a Conservative's logic ties you up, brace yourself.

We're going to rape you anyway.