Sedgewick's Adventures in College One intrepid explorer's attempts to sort out the world around her. These attempts are not always met with success.



Friday, February 28, 2003 :::
 

Behold the Fate of a Traitor

Seems those folks over in Iraq giving aid and comfort to our enemies are getting a little more than they bargained for. According to Emperor Misha, these so-called 'human sheilds' are quickly morphing into cannon fodder, or worse, propoganda fodder (check out the link in the article).

[Warning: Emperor Misha (long may he reign) has been known to use pretty strong profanity in the past, so be careful when exploring the rest of his glorious realm.]

::: posted by Sedgewick at 10:13 PM


 

Ack . . . Bad Pun . . . Need . . . Air . . .

The joke of the day is at Aaron the Liberal Slayer: The Bunny and the Snake.

On a side note,

Dear France:

You're welcome.


::: posted by Sedgewick at 7:37 PM


 

Shame, Shame, Shame!

School teachers in Maine have been harrassing students whose parents are going to fight in Iraq. Most of these kids are in first through third grade.

Beast-turds. 'Nur' is too good for them.

Winds of Change has the full story here.

My dad has told me many times the story of how, when my grandpa was in Vietnam, my dad's older brother was constantly teased and harrassed by his fellow students. Parroting what their parents had said, they told my uncle that his father was a baby killer, and all sorts of other nasty things that my dad won't tell me about (maybe because he doesn't really remember them--he was only seven or eight). My uncle was literally scarred for life by this treatment, and although he attended high school in that system, he hated every minute of it and has never lived here with the rest of the family, instead living wherever the USAF put him, and finally settling in Oklahoma with his wife and two daughters. His daughters, my cousins, are both homeschooled.

I can understand what might make a child say horrible things like this to another child, because chances are he doesn't really comprehend what he's saying, and the impact it will have. But for a child to hear such words coming from a teacher, someone he trusts and admires, is beyond comprehension! The blow to the child's psyche must be tremendous! Shame, shame, shame on these teachers, and shame on the administrations that let them continue to abuse their young charges in such a despicable manner.

If I had my way, they'd all have been paddled by now. Hard.

::: posted by Sedgewick at 7:03 PM


 

"The world, not America, has gone off the deep end"

Victor Davis Hanson does it again in his latest column: The Present Farce. Go ye and read of it, for it is a great work of wisdom and historic fact.

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Thursday, February 27, 2003 :::
 

An Excellent Illustration

Take a gander at this cartoon.

[Hat tip: Instapundit]

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Goodbye, Neighbor

Today, we say goodbye to America's best-known next-door neighbor, Mr. Rogers. He died early this morning of stomach cancer, diagnosed "sometime after the holidays". The full article can be had here.

Mr. Roger's Neighborhood was the only show I watched with any regularity when I was little, and it's stayed with me throughout the years. I've always loved his gentle ways, the way he talked to you, instead of down to you, and the way he was always so patient and kind. Mr. Rogers was a special sort of person that only comes along once in a very great while. He touched the lives of everyone he met, be they television neighbors or real-life neighbors. When I was struggling with depression in eighth and ninth grade, I would watch Mr. Rogers when I was home sick, and he would always buoy me up. He liked me just the way I was, something I couldn't say about myself, and that was always infinitely precious.

I always enjoyed visiting the Neighborhood of Make-Believe, with King Friday the XIII, Queen Sarah and Prince Tuesday, Curious X the Owl, Henrietta Pussycat, the list goes on and on. Even the 'villain', Lady Elaine Fairchild, was gentle and appropriate for small children, something that cannot be said of most children's programming today. My favorites were Henrietta, with her meow language, and Daniel Striped (pronounced stripe-ed) Tiger, with his little wristwatch and his shy ways. Mr. Rogers never merchanidised his creations, but if he had, I would have bought a stuffed Daniel. And who can forget Cornflake S. Pecially and his rocking chair factory? And last, but certainly not least, the trolley itself, who took us to and from the Neighborhood day after day, never ceasing, sometimes in disguise, but always faithful and always on time. And in the real world, there was Picture Picture, the fount of knowledge. I learned how they make crayons through a Picture Picture filmstrip, and it never ceased to fascinate me. And of course the fish, and the other Neighbors who lived and worked in the great big world, Mr. McFeely and Handyman Negri and Mr. Aberly and a whole host of others. But at the center of it all was Fred, with his songs and stories, and the assurance that he liked us just the way we were.

So here's to you, Mr. Rogers. You've laced up your shoes and hung up your cardigan, and now it's time to say goodbye.

"It's a beautiful day in the Neighborhood . . . . "

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Wednesday, February 26, 2003 :::
 

Wallcam Update (warning: rants ahead)

They pulled the camera back from its usual position, and now every time I want to look at the Wall I have to look at the Dome of the Rock, too. That glittering, evil monstrosity that sits on the site of Solomon's temple, that occupies the single most holy spot in the entire holy land, and agagbkgasehga;whbzbd

Okay, that last bit was from my hands pounding on the keyboard. I'm just so angry every time I see it, and the mocking way it reminds me that the world is against Israel, always has been and always will be, until the Christ comes again, just drives me absolutely mad with anger. True, unadulterated hatred for the evil that spawned such a perverted, horrible farce of a religion that is so convinced of its own superiority that it tries to dominate everything it touches. The dhimmi laws, the faceless, covered women, the violence and the hatred that pervades these people, especially concerning the Jews, all of these combine to make Islam the most evil, anti-God religion on the face of the planet. Satanism has nothing on these guys. When Satanists kill their children, the world cries out in horror. When a muslim kills his daughter because she was raped by her uncle, the world does nothing, because we need to flippin' understand their culture, and appreciate the differences that make us all so freakin' special! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

::: posted by Sedgewick at 10:55 PM


 

The Saddest, Stupidest Thing I've Ever Heard, Bar None

A high school in Kalifornia is considering doing away with the valedictorian's award, for fear that "some delicate students may suffer a damaging blow to their self-esteem". What the frap are they thinking? Oh no wait, that's just it: they're not.

I'm fairly bright, but I struggled all through high school just to pass my classes. I made all honor roll my senior year, and I didn't have high self-esteem. What I did have was self-respect, and the knowledge that my parents were very, very proud of me. When I see parents who coddle their children, never giving them a healthy dose of "I know you could have done better, and I'm very disappointed in you", my first reaction is scorn, soon replaced by an overwhelming pity for the poor child who will grow into an adult with no sense of self-worth or self-respect, only a hollow, meaningless faith in his 'high self-esteem'. And sooner or later, even that will fail him, because it's a house built on the sand, and the floods will come.

The author of the article also raises an interesting point about the conformity that is being pushed in schools. I'm not in favor of letting kids run rampant; quite the opposite, I wish they'd reintroduce paddling and uniforms (and I wanted this while I was in school, too, so neener). Conformity of the uniform sort is actually helpful to the psyche of a child, because the child, I believe, is forced to find other ways of distinguishing himself, almost always in a more creative way than "hey, let's see if I can wear this and get away with it". There's far too much expression of that last sort going on these days, but that's a subject for another post. What educators are pushing for these days is conformity of the mind, almost like a cult or crackpot religion. Reinforced by pop culture preachers who shout "buy this, buy that, or you won't fit in and people will mock you" (and they do mock you), teachers, especially in the lower grade levels, warp the minds of their young charges with theories of moral relativism, teachings eerily reminiscent of "2 + 2 = 5", and the mantra that "we are all special, we are all valuable, you are special, you are valuable, no matter what you do". This is a fine theory when used with discretion, but when bruised and battered children remain unprotected because the administration is worried about hurting the bully's feelings, things have gone too far.

I could preach some more, but it's late and I have class in the morning. I'll save the rest of my rantings for another time.

::: posted by Sedgewick at 10:23 PM


 

Now This is #$^@% Scary!

Turns out the security as Los Alamos has more holes in it than a good piece of swiss cheese. How I Snuck Into Los Alamos is a sobering wake-up call that makes me pretty mad. No wonder the Chinese got ahold of our nuclear secrets!

::: posted by Sedgewick at 3:29 PM


 

All Of the Arguments, Refuted At Once

And it is a thing of beauty. John Hawkins sums up and refutes the top ten anti-war arguments in one swell foop. Bravo and thank you, John.

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Yay Duct Tape!

Via Emperor Misha (long may he reign), this most heartening story: Judge Duct Tapes Defendant's Mouth Shut.

And he's from Texas, no less. Whoo!

::: posted by Sedgewick at 2:38 PM


 

More Genius From Frank J.

Frank's Rumsfeld is at it again, this time about Happy Iraqi Children. Good God in Heaven, help us all.

Note: DO NOT eat or drink anything while reading Frank's post. It WILL be inhaled.

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Tuesday, February 25, 2003 :::
 

Ooookay, He Had Issues

A french chef apparently shot himself when his resturant was downgraded by a food critic. Not to speak ill of the dead or anything, I'm sure he was a wonderful human being, but isn't that taking one's career just a little too seriously? That's like the kid who sued to get an A+ instead of an A. (Really happened, but I'm too lazy to look up the link.)

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Monday, February 24, 2003 :::
 

Here's a little something I shamelessly ripped from the blog A Gaggle of Gals (and One Guy) (whoever runs the blog got it in an email, so I don't know who wrote it):

Here's how to tell if you're a liberal, conservative, or a Texan:

Question: You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small
children. Suddenly, a dangerous looking man with a huge knife comes around
the corner and is running at you while screaming obscenities. In your hand
is a Glock .40 and you are an expert shot. You have mere seconds before he
reaches you and your family. What do you do?

Liberal Answer:

Well, that's not enough information to answer the question! Does the man
look poor or oppressed? Have I ever done anything to him that is inspiring
him to attack? Could we run away? What does my wife think? What about the
kids? Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of
his hand? What does the law say about this situation? Is it possible he'd be
happy with just killing me? Does he definitely want to kill me or would he
just be content to wound me? If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could
my family get away while he was stabbing me? This is all so confusing! I
need to debate this with some friends for a few days to try to come to a
conclusion.

Conservative Answer:

BANG!

Texan's Answer:

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! click... (sounds of clip being ejected and fresh clip installed)

Wife: "Sweetheart, he looks like he's still moving, what do you kids think?"

Son: "Mom's right Dad, I saw it too..."

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Daughter: "Nice grouping Daddy!"

I think that's funny. Very, very funny. Because it's true.

::: posted by Sedgewick at 8:14 PM


 

Support From Across the Pond

Livingstone forwarded this article to me, after recieving it from another relative. I mucked about on the web until I found a linkable copy, and present it here in all its surprising glory. I say surprising because this article, so supportive of America, was published in the Daily Mirror, a very liberal daily paper that's not usually too fond of the US.

::: posted by Sedgewick at 7:57 PM


 

Money, Money, Money

It's often shouted from the rooftops that Conservatives are funded by big, bad corporations, while Liberals are living hand to mouth. Not so, says Front Page Magazine. Seems that liberals get more than they're willing to let on--or let go.

I love the smell of vindication in the morning (too bad it's not morning).

::: posted by Sedgewick at 3:50 PM


 

Damning Evidence of the Day


From FrontPage Magazine: Arab Nazism: Then and Now



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Sunday, February 23, 2003 :::
 

Eat it, EU


A great cartoon from Cox & Forkum: Dudley Fed-Up.

::: posted by Sedgewick at 9:40 PM


 

But . . . But He . . . But I . . . Ow.


The 'human shields' in Iraq are surprised that they're being positioned at a power plant. Gee, Einstein, where did you think you were going to be? Saddam doesn't give two figs about his civilian population, you assinine scumbags. Maybe while you were crammed on those double-decker buses straining to make it down the road, you should have thought of that. HAVE THE FASCIST DICTATORS OF THE LAST CENTURY TAUGHT YOU NOTHING??

traitor (from Dictionary.com)

\Trai"tor\, n. [OE. traitour, OF. tra["i]tor, tra["i]teur, F. tre[^i]tre, L. traditor, fr. tradere, traditum, to deliver, to give up or surrender treacherously, to betray; trans across, over + dare to give. See Date time, and cf. Betray,Tradition, Traditor, Treason.] 1. One who violates his allegiance and betrays his country; one guilty of treason; one who, in breach of trust, delivers his country to an enemy, or yields up any fort or place intrusted to his defense, or surrenders an army or body of troops to the enemy, unless when vanquished; also, one who takes arms and levies war against his country; or one who aids an enemy in conquering his country. See
Treason.

Livingstone, Bloody Nigel, sorry about the rant. This explorer got a little too worked up for her own good. She's better now. Although keep in mind that in this sort of situation, hopping mad qualifies as 'better'.



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Friday, February 21, 2003 :::
 

A Sad State of Affairs


A Canadian mother tried to get the word 'gun' removed from her daughter's spelling list. She was shot down.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me.

I remember the day of my junior prom. My cousin's wedding was the same day, in another state, but my (ex)boyfriend had already bought the tickets ($60!) and my cousin said she understood, so I stayed at my grandparents' house overnight (my dad's parents, it was my mom's niece). When my mom dropped me off, Grandpa (I'm his first grandchild) jokingly got out his shotgun and pretended to chamber a round. I remember the thrill of fear that ran through my stomach on cold little feet when I saw the gun, but more than that I remember feeling safe, knowing that if anything actually were to happen, Grandpa would not hesitate to use that firearm to keep me safe.

I feel really, really sorry for Chloe. If things stay as they are, she's going to grow up with a victim mentallity, a mind that says "I'm safe because Mommy/the government says so." She won't know how to defend herself in an emergency, because all things violent were kept from her. I read a book once where a woman was murdered, and the coroner noticed at the scene that there was a rack of fireplace tools in the area of the initial confrontation. The deceased had a weapon within easy reach, but she didn't take advantage of it because her only thought was to flee.

When I have kids, there will be a gun in the house. It will be kept unloaded and out of reach until my kids are old enough to understand that 'this is mommy's/daddy's, and you must never, ever touch it without our permission.' That's what my parents did with my sisters and me, and it worked pretty well.




::: posted by Sedgewick at 11:39 PM


 

Let the Church Say Amen



More from Evan Coyne Maloney: the The Alliance of Liberty. What can I say, except a) Rock on, brother, and b) is he married?

::: posted by Sedgewick at 10:53 PM


 

I Wish I'd Been There (I Could've Been His Bodyguard)


Evan Coyne Maloney of brain terminal has a lovely little video from a peace protest in NYC. He interviews different protesters about their positions, and asks them for suggestions for alternatives to war. It's quite funny (in a "haha . . . ehhhh . . . " sort of way). [Requires Quicktime, but you can get it on the site]

[Hat tip: Aaron the Liberal Slayer]


::: posted by Sedgewick at 10:41 PM


 

Oh, For the Frappin' Love o' God!


The latest from Arab News: Wife Beating: The Entire Family is Victimized

It's not what it sounds like. It starts our pretty normal, with maybe a few hints at logic. Then it gets weird. Here's a quick quote from the second half of the article:

The root causes of violence against women have been well documented. Most people who commit violence are ignorant of Islamic teaching. Islam does not allow it save in extreme cases and then as a symbolic gesture.
Before a husband contemplates any physical action, he should ask himself why he should strike her and if it is the solution to the problem.
It is certainly against Islam to beat a good wife. An erring wife should be warned first and advised. If that does not work, then the husband could give her a light beating, the purpose of that being to embarrass rather than inflict pain.

Freaks.




::: posted by Sedgewick at 10:18 PM


 

Ha. Ha. Ha.


Seems the organizers of a protest in San Fran were a little too enthused, and inflated their numbers a bit. Photos show 65,000 at peak of S.F. rally
Aerial study casts doubt on estimates of 200,000


[Hat tip: Little Green Footballs]


::: posted by Sedgewick at 10:03 PM


 

This Explains a Lot


An excellent article from Front Page Magazine: How the Muslims (Finally) Conquered Europe. A brief, yet stunning excerpt:

The development of those complex ties between the Arab-Muslim world and the EU was, at its core, conditioned by an anti-Israeli and anti-American policy, the Arab ambition being to detach Europe from its Atlantic ally. As Palestinian and Islamic terrorism developed, the EU — anxious to save its growing and multiple interests in the Muslim world — accused Israel and U.S. policy of provoking it. Rather than confronting Islamic terrorism, European leaders resorted to appeasement by condemning Israel. Anti-Zionism, integrated into the developing Euro-Arab relations became a European sub-culture of hate, denigration and disinformation, nourished by the inner dynamic of the Euro-Arab Dialogue that led to the rise of Eurabia. Opposing views were silenced to maintain a monolithic façade of Islamic correctness in the press and publications. From September 2000, the outburst of Palestinian terrorism within Israel triggered a violent antisemitic wave in Europe as if it had become the heart of Arabism.

Pretty damning stuff, if you ask me.

::: posted by Sedgewick at 6:19 PM


 

Never Falter, Never Forget


Today marks the one-year anniversary of the murder of journalist Daniel Pearl.

He was killed because he was an American, but more importantly, because he was a Jew.

We must never forget Daniel, and all the others who have fallen to blind hate over the years. We can do them and ourselves no greater service than simply keeping their memories alive.

If we can forget them, what else will fall into history's abyss? We must remember, we must not falter, and we must, must not fail. Their memories deserve at least this much.

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Thursday, February 20, 2003 :::
 

Cute Fix


I got to pet a puppy Thursday night.

I'm happy.

::: posted by Sedgewick at 11:59 PM


 

The Explorer's Club


Livingstone and Bloody Nigel (aka Frogpop), feel free to let me know what you think of all this mess. If I can figure out how to get comments, I will, and I might be able to let you guys post on here too. I'm still exploring. See you in two weeks!


::: posted by Sedgewick at 11:27 PM


 

An Old Twist on a New Theme



A new bit of genius at LGF. Delicious, no?

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Whither the Weather? The Further the Better


Ball State (and, I suppose, Muncie) got about eight inches of snow over the Valentine's Day weekend. It wasn't so bad: classes were cancelled Monday, although I still had to go in to work (Noyer's the hub dining service), and once the sidewalks were reasonably clear it was kinda nice. Let's face it, I'd rather look at clear, new-fallen snow sparkling in the sun than nasty brown mud and winter grass.

Then it warmed up. All week temps had been in the twenties and low thirties, and suddenly on Friday we had a high in the upper thirties, with forties predicted for Saturday and Sunday. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem--forty in February at an Indiana college is open-coat weather--but all that beautiful snow started melting. Not enough to spoil the view, but enough to soak the sidewalks.

Then Friday night it got cold again, and all that water puddled on the concrete decided to freeze up and revert to its mineral state. When I went to work at six thirty, I had a nice, easy, relatively warm walk. Coming home at eight thirty, I almost died. I slipped and slid at least three times on the ice, and had to marvel at the irony of it all. I had had a dickens of a time in the dishroom that night, what with the water that always spills on the floor and the rubber mats being all wonky, and it was hard work staying upright as I rounded corners, my arms laden with newly-clean dishes. And then coming home I slid on the ice, and couldn't help thinking that if I fell and broke my leg, the nice grippy soles of my shoes would have some serious explaining to do.

::: posted by Sedgewick at 11:13 PM


 

A New Star is Arising and All That Rot


Hey hey, first post.

I've been tossing the idea of having a blog around for a few weeks now, but never really got up the gumption to take the plunge and do it until I realized I could use it for credit in my English 104 class (big, long, involved six-week project. Don't ask.). It'll also be good for my dear family to check in on me, see what's going on in my world. Plus I can post my thoughts on relevant issues for all the world to see!

I'm not sure if that last bit is a good thing, or a bad thing. I suppose it all depends on your definition of 'thought'.

::: posted by Sedgewick at 1:52 AM






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