Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Obama 404 error

Obama 404 error: long form birth certificate not found.

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Friday, April 22, 2011

Weed Card

Weed Card by Garfunkel & Oates - a funny music video and "how to" guide to get a medical marijuana card in California.
My son was part of this project, he did the set lighting & grip. Enjoy!

Friday, April 8, 2011

Seattle Liberals Renaming Easter Eggs: Spring Spheres

This is literally beyond sick...I just can't believe this crap is happening in America:

-------"Jessica, 16, told KIRO Radio's Dori Monson Show that a week before spring break, the students commit to a week-long community service project. She decided to volunteer in a third grade class at a public school, which she would like to remain nameless." At the end of the week I had an idea to fill little plastic eggs with treats and jelly beans and other candy, but I was kind of unsure how the teacher would feel about that," Jessica said. She was concerned how the teacher might react to the eggs after of a meeting earlier in the week where she learned about "their abstract behavior rules." "I went to the teacher to get her approval and she wanted to ask the administration to see if it was okay," Jessica explained.

Baskets in hand, children run to collect plastic eggs (or spring spheres) during the annual Easter (or Spring) egg hunt. (AP Photo)

"She said that I could do it as long as I called this treat 'spring spheres.' I couldn't call them Easter eggs......
" More here

My blood is boiling with anger because this strikes me at a very personal level.

As many of you may already know, I was born and raised in communist Romania. During my military service I spent two Easter holidays aboard my ship, a submarine hunting frigate based in the Constanta harbor. For us conscripts the Easter Holidays were supposed to be joyful and plentiful because lots of parents, sisters and brothers were coming to visit us bringing with them traditional Romanian Easter food: roast lamb meat, drob (a meatloaf made from lamb liver and heart) sweet bread and of course the red dyed eggs and candles to for us to light up at midnight on Easter day as it is customary in our religion.

Red dyed Easter eggs and drob - traditional Romanian Easter fare

At the time the food served to the service members in the Romanian Navy was consisting of beans, rice, potatoes and pork fat, seven days a week. US Navy service members would probably go on general strike after eating stuff like that non stop for a month; but we ate it for two years and somehow managed to make it through without going nuts. So keep that in mind when I tell you our politruc (the Communist Party political kommissar in charge of the ship) was personally inspecting each bag, box or plate with Easter fare brought by the visiting relatives and was ordering crew members to peel off the red dyed egg shells and throw them and the Easter candles away before coming aboard. Not obeying his order was costing a the offending sailor a week in the slammer with nothing to subsist on but rye bread and water; but we still managed to smuggle intact eggs and candles aboard the ship using the unit courier bag.

You see, in his tiny communist brain, the red Easter eggs - which in Romanian Christian Orthodox tradition are symbolizing the blood spilled by Jesus on the cross, were a threat to the communist state security. We soldiers were not supposed to believe in any "Christian superstitions"; our blind faith and unquestioned obedience was to be unconditionally given only to the communist State and to the supreme commander, comrade Nicolae Ceausescu.

A couple of years later after I married, my wife told me the same thing was happening at her workplace - the Bank Of Savings (the one and only bank in Romania at the time). During Easter holidays, the politruc in charge of the branch she was working for was inspecting the lunch boxes of each employee hunting for the trouble making red dyed egg shells, exactly like the political officer on my ship.

Clearly, the separation line between the American liberal-democrats and the full fledged communist apparatchiks of the Soviet era is becoming blurrier and blurrier.