Building a Room To Die In

Spring Fundraiser 2015, Day Five

Day Five?? How did we get here so quickly? Again. I seem to lose track of a sense of continuity as I float through the octave of each quarter’s effort to tell and re-tell again what this project is about and how it changes us. The content of each effort is different, but the process doesn’t change. We’ve become better at keeping to the themes of each quarter, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s similar to the way the Baron claims he learned to have artistic talent: do something over and over and by the end, when you have a better sense of what you’re doing on stage — why, the play is over.

Tip jarThis is/has been a good fundraiser. As they say around here, a right good one. Y’all have admonished me before not to call this begging or blegging — an intriguing portmanteau word — but instead to be true to what we’re doing here: asking for your help in remaining up and running without ads. That was the original contract, after all. I’ve been supposed to be “looking into” unobtrusive ads, but my heart’s not in it. If I had better computer skills, we’d no doubt have something or other. But it seems to me the ads I see other places are getting worse and more intrusive, even when one uses those ad blockers. On older machines, there’s not a good defense, and some of our readers are using older computers… so, for the moment, I’m going to let the ad project go. There’s simply too much else going on.

Besides, our readers are providing genuine and stable support. Sure, we’ll have to dig into savings to pay for part of the plumbing disaster but that’s what savings are for: pipes, and roofs, and — ugh — car replacements. But my plan is to keep repairing this one until they quit making the parts. It’s only fifteen years old and has many thousands of miles to go.

As we come around the turn and can see the home stretch, I’m going to call this a generous WIN. Not only new donors but many of our old faithfuls as well. And your gifts have arrived in all sizes from small to the large economy size. The latter amount means a bigger-than-usual donation, which is very good for Schloss Bodissey’s economy.

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It was only when my mother aged into Parkinson’s that it was obvious the time was coming when she would need our care. She had “outgrown” the old folks’ home where she had moved a few years previously after selling her home. That “home” didn’t provide assisted living (what euphemisms we employ!), nor could any of us afford that solution even had we wanted it.

The Baron and I had long since promised ourselves that with both our mothers we’d keep them out of institutions if we possibly could. So we used the proceeds from the sale of Mother’s small house (the house of my dreams in the orphanage at Saint Mary’s and her personal proof of victory over difficult odds), and armed with that somehow finagled an equal amount from the bank despite our low income. I kid you not, Bank of America once had a heart — and not that long ago, either. They did refuse us the first time but with nothing left to lose, I wrote the head office a begging letter — and the local manager called me in shock to say they’d agreed to it. She was as awed as we were. But then, we owned our home sans mortgage so they knew they were safe. This couldn’t happen today (and that debt was the first thing we got rid of when the Baron came to the time in his life when he was offered a “real” job, the kind where you put on a coat and tie and sit at a desk. Amazing what they would pay then if you could compute things.

The daughter of one of Mother’s life-long friends was married to a neurosurgeon, and it was he who pronounced the diagnosis and its likely progression. Her friends in Florida began to get Mother prepared to move here and we began to find a builder. After a number of false starts, we ended choosing a contractor from an ashram in a nearby county. Bless her Catholic heart, when we invited this builder in to bless the finished addition (he was also a swami), she tottered off behind him, sprinkling holy water to ward off whatever he was bringing in — which was no more than candles and rose petals and Hindu prayers.

Ah well. We’d gotten her here and that was the most important part. I felt sympathy for her situation: living, as she said, “in the Middle of Beyond” and far from all her friends. Would she have lived longer if we all had been wealthy and able to keep her in her own home? Probably. But you go with what you have, or what you can devise, and all of you smile and leave the sadness mostly unsaid.

Building the addition to the house was one of our great adventures, good and bad. It was a very wet, frozen late winter and early spring that year; the laying of the foundation kept being delayed. There was a period — a fortnight or less — of strange freeze-and-thaw weather that uprooted whole swaths of pine forest. They just fell into and onto one another like drunken sailors, their bare roots whole and obscenely exposed to the air and their topmost branches partly buried in goopy, soupy clay mud. In one of the first of those episodes, we’d been in town, and the drive home in the freezing rain was slow going. I’d wrapped myself and the future Baron in our coats and we dozed a bit as the B drove carefully home. Finally, the turn into our driveway! We’d gone in a short distance only to find our way hopelessly blocked with fallen trees. The headlights bounced off a scene from hell: trees uprooted, lying like giant pick-up sticks. There was nothing for it but to button our coats, cover the boy as best we could and pick our way through the pelting snow/ice toward the house. After a very few minutes I was lost. All sense of direction and even time hung suspended as the cold pierced every fiber. Nothing looked familiar in that frozen wet darkness. I clutched my weeping son’s hand as he stumbled behind me and on the other side, I felt the Baron’s firm grip on my arm as he carefully picked his way through obstacles I couldn’t see in the totality of darkness and cold. Fortunately my husband has an unerring sense of direction and it was he who led us finally through the Valley of Desolation and into the clearing where stood our warm house, solid and untouched.

The weather finally warmed enough for them to begin on the house. The Baron had drawn the plans out for the contractor and they discussed how to come in at or under budget. Me? I still don’t know what an “elevation” is, but I’m glad he was able to envision and design what we needed, including an octagonal window in the wall where the stairs ascended to the second floor.

I had to leave aside things I’d hoped for as extras — like kitchen cabinets — and replace them with items like a handicapped shower so Mother could enjoy the warm water flowing down her back.

The back door on her room let to a small porch where she could sit in the good weather. Poor mother: sitting in the warm weather, not with a drink in a lounge chair, but with a small cup of tea on the table next to her and a view facing the woods. Sometimes she got a look at the “creatures” who came out of the woods to chew on the azaleas. Like mother, like daughter: I’m no fan of Bambi either, unless it’s called venison and is marinating in red wine and herbs.

Beyond food, shelter, warmth (or coolth, depending on the season) and the presence of people who love you — in other words, beyond the basics, “rich” or “poor” is a point of view. Some of us need very little, some of us can never be filled. My mother fell somewhere in the middle of that spectrum. She’d had so many years of being scared about her child’s and her own security — about the roof over our heads — that it was hard for her to let go. In her own childhood she’d grown up being questioned about “the address” of her schoolmates, or queries into what their fathers did — exams to be passed before girls could be invited home after school. In America, when she fell on hard times all that had to be hidden from “home”. What would people say? Oh God and His Blessed Mother, the shame of it would freeze her in place.

Back in Virginia, once the house was finished — or almost so — we flew down to bring my Mother “home”. The pain of leaving behind the place she’d lived so long — since she was twenty-eight! — was gut-wrenching but she put a good face on it. There had been days of mourning before we arrived and her friends were adamant that she wear her game face out the door, carefully coiffed and make-up in place. And she did it!

She and I flew back together while the Baron drove a rented truck from Florida to Virginia packed with her belongings so she could have some of “her things” around her. The fB was staying with one of my other sons who delighted in feeding him every junk food I never let in the house. Sometimes being bad has its own special delight. They had a Calvin and Hobbes time of it, those two.

I’d recently begun a great job, traveling around Virginia to teach the basics of working with “at-risk” families to community groups who wanted to cut down the instances of shocking abuse they were finding in their own towns. I’ll save the particulars for another time, but for now, with Mother coming to live with us, and with the Baron being the house husband, we decided I’d better switch gears: expand my house-cleaning business locally and give up travel. Having tried now for some years to find “help”, I realize what a jewel I was back then. At the time, I had various feelings about the work. For one, I thought of it as a lived-out example of James Whitcomb Riley’s poem “Little Orphant Annie”, which had always made me laugh:

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Gates of Vienna News Feed 4/23/2015

Lutfur Rahman, the mayor of the borough of Tower Hamlets in East London, was convicted on multiple counts of corruption and vote-rigging in connection with the most recent mayoral election. Mr. Rahman was forced out of office, but he continued to proclaim his innocence, and insisted that the charges against him were the result of racism.

In other news, German President Joachim Gauck has described the mass-murder of Armenians in 1915 as a genocide. There’s no word yet whether the Turkish ambassador to Berlin will be recalled for consultations.

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None Dare Call It Slavery

The following news story concerns a Somali man in Arizona who forced a young girl to “marry” him, and then locked her up and assaulted her when she resisted the arrangement. Because the “groom” had cut a deal with the girl’s parents — presumably involving money — the media reports refer to the young woman’s predicament as an “arranged marriage”.

In his commentary, Vlad points out that the correct terminology for these nuptials is “forced marriage”, since the girl was dragged into unholy matrimony against her will. Furthermore, to be forcibly confined and compelled to commit sexual acts under the threat of violence is to be a slave — a sexual slave, as has been the lot of so many women in Islamic cultures over the past 1400 years.

If political correctness were not in control of our public discourse, the word slavery would be prominently featured in all these news stories.

By the way — this incident has a Mohammed Coefficient of 100%.

Many thanks to Vlad Tepes for uploading this video:

Below is a report from Fox News about the same incident:

Phoenix woman in arranged Muslim marriage allegedly raped, beaten by groom-to-be

A Muslim woman expected to enter an arranged marriage in Phoenix was raped, beaten and sexually assaulted by her groom-to-be after she refused to marry the man, Fox 10 News Phoenix reported on Wednesday.

Mohamed S. Abdullahi, 30, who was arrested on Tuesday, reportedly faces sexual assault and kidnapping charges. Police referred to the alleged victim as a young adult.

The report said that the families agreed on a “Nikah,” a formal Islamic marriage. The woman, who apparently had no desire to be with Abdullahi, ran away but returned about 15 days later to finish school.

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How the Muslim Brotherhood Operates in Tennessee (Part 4 of 8)

Below is the latest newsletter from the Tennessee Council for Political Justice.

Newsletter #166 — How the Muslim Brotherhood Operates in Tennessee (Part 4 of 8)

Right under our nose — the Muslim Brotherhood Affiliates and Allies in Tennessee

MSA (Muslim Students Association)

Chapters are listed at the following Tennessee colleges and universities: UT Knoxville, UT Martin, UT Chattanooga, University of Memphis, ETSU, MTSU, TSU, Tennessee Tech, Nashville State, Rhodes College, Vanderbilt, Sewanee and even MLK magnet high school in Nashville.

Should public money be used to fund these Muslim Brotherhood MSAs?

IIIT (International Institute for Islamic Thought)

The IIIT not only seeks to influence higher education, but also teachers and textbooks. They published textbooks written by Susan Douglas, a “principal researcher and writer” for the Council on Islamic Education (CIE) and on the editorial board for ISNA’s publication “Islamic Horizons.”

Douglass is most noted for drafting standards for teaching about religion in public schools; she co-authored the “Teacher’s Guide to Religion in the Public Schools” which has been adopted and published by the Freedom Forum in Nashville. Douglas trains teachers how to teach about Islam using curriculum guides she creates. CIE influences textbooks by helping to write state standards.

CIE is credited with influencing textbook publishers to omit “anything that would enable students to understand conflicts between Islamic fundamentalism and Western liberalism.” In 1992 CIE sponsored an “Islam in textbooks conference” for publishing company representatives and their writers which according to the CIE website reported that this “marked the beginning of a sustained relationship between CIE and K-12 publishers.”

The same funders that helped establish CIE also helped establish CAIR and the Muslim Public Affairs Council (MPAC).

The Muslim Brotherhood affiliates are so embedded in our educational institutions that Dr. Ron Messier, a former professor at Vanderbilt University and now MTSU Director of International Outreach, spoke at IIIT in 2011.

His co-panelist Yaqub Mirza was publicly linked to the Palestinian Islamic Jihad and had other questionable involvements with al-Qaeda financiers. His other co-panelist, Louay Safi was named an unindicted co-conspirator in the terrorism trial of Palestinian Islamic Jihad’s just deported Sami al-Arian.

In 2012, two of IIIT’s leaders posted a picture of themselves at a meeting with then-President of Egypt, Mohammed Morsi. The IIIT website (picture now removed) says that Morsi, “welcomed the participation of IIIT in the reform [sic] of higher education in Egypt.”

Examples of Tennessee properties owned by Muslim Brotherhood front groups

Islamic Center of Nashville (ICN)

The warranty deed shows that ICN shares a P.O. Box address with the unindicted co-conspirator ISNA.

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Learning to See

Spring Fundraiser 2015, Day Four
Today is the fourth day of our week-long bleg.

The response has been overwhelming so far — I can tell by how far behind I’ve gotten in my thank-you notes. There are just too many to write in any given day. Our readers seem absolutely determined to keep us afloat.

Tip jarIt’s difficult to find words to express our gratitude for your gifts. In fact, it’s hard to find new adjectives at all. I’ve used up all the superlatives I could think of, and I hate to be repetitive.

So I’ll just say: Thank you!

The theme of this week’s bleg is “Stories”. Tonight’s story (really, a group of stories) concerns one of the careers — the central one, from my perspective — that I pursued before I started blogging the Counterjihad.

For more than thirty years I was a landscape artist, beginning in the mid-1970s, but with an interlude as a programmer for a while in the late ’70s to save up for another stint. Eventually I quit my job and moved out here, and continued painting for another twenty-seven years.

I started keeping a log of my work after my first show, so I know I painted between 400 and 500 paintings during that time. That’s a lot of paintings, and though I never really forget any of them, some of them do slip out of my mind for a time. When I encounter one on somebody’s wall after not seeing it for several decades, I’m brought up short: Oh, yes! I remember the day I painted that one! How hot it was, and how many mosquitoes were biting me…

The general rule in those years was that the paintings I liked the most were the ones that other people didn’t particularly care for. The one below, for example: it was painted down on the flood plain by the river in September 1994. I hauled it outside today to take a photo of it, and then processed the image as best I could to make the colors look right. After twenty years the varnish has yellowed a bit, but this version is not too bad:

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It satisfies me in ways I can’t explain — when I look at it, I smile, remembering those muggy days down by the river, the thunderstorms, the way the vegetation smelled. You could see the yellow coming in early on the trees, as often happens with river maples after a dry summer. The distant line of trees could be glimpsed through a row of maples and choke cherries. The tickseed sunflowers and the Jerusalem artichokes had started to bloom, and the last of the Joe Pye weed blossoms can be seen in the shadows to the left, under the tree.

This painting never showed any signs of selling, so after a couple of years I took it off the market. It hung in my office at work (after Dymphna became ill, I took up programming again) for a few years, and then after I got laid off, it moved up to the Eyrie here in Schloss Bodissey to keep me company in my office.

The next painting was much more popular, and serves as a good example of the type of work customers prefer. It shows Dymphna’s herb bed on the south side of our house in July of 2003. It was the fifth and final version of the same scene, part of a series that continued for about ten years.

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In it you can see lavender (left foreground), an ornamental cherry (left background, now much bigger), bee balm (purple flowers in the back), oregano (mid-foreground), cone flowers (mid-background), basil growing in the pot, Rudbeckia or black-eyed susans (middle right foreground), vitex (a blue-flowering shrub in the right background, now grown into a ridiculously large tree). The daylilies on the right had finished blooming.

I remember those days well, too. My eyes had deteriorated quite a bit by then, and I tended to stay closer to home and sit in the shade when I could.

The paintings most meaningful to me are another matter. They don’t include the ones I sold for more than $1000 — there were only a handful of those, anyway. And they’re not necessarily my best efforts, artistically speaking. What gave them great meaning for me was what they meant to someone else.

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Gates of Vienna News Feed 4/22/2015

A “Frenchman” has been arrested for allegedly planning to attack two churches in Paris. He was heavily armed, and was caught by police when he accidentally shot himself in the leg. The authorities believe the would-be mujahid had an accomplice, and are searching for a second person. The incident had nothing to do with Islam.

In other news, authorities at a prison in South Carolina have discovered that inmates are able to receive drugs and other contraband with the help of accomplices on the outside, who send the goods in using drones.

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The Betrayal Papers — Part VI of VI

NOTE: This essay is the final installment in a six-part series from the Qatar Awareness Campaign. Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5.

The Betrayal Papers, Part VI: The Chicago Connection

This, the sixth and final installment of The Betrayal Papers, will explore various projects, schemes, and associations that tie Obama and his associates together. A preponderance of these project are based out of Chicago, the crossroad of the global Left, Islamic “civilization jihad,” and the Communist mafia. The themes to observe in each case are deception, greed, and power.

To have any chance to retain our freedoms and personal safety, we must recognize the depth of the treason from within; we must name the perpetrators and conquer them before they end America.

But first, three profiles of key Obama operatives, and one Maurice Strong.

Rahm Emanuel

As Obama’s initial Chief-of-Staff, Emanuel wielded considerable power during Obama’s early years in office, being the de facto gatekeeper to Obama. A former Clinton man, Emanuel ultimately clashed with Valerie Jarrett, leading to his departure from Washington, D.C. and return home to Chicago. Since being elected mayor (a bid supported by Obama & Co.), Emanuel has faithfully served to keep a lid on a number of Chicago-centric scandals that would damage, perhaps fatally, the credibility of the administration.

  • Rahm Emanuel is a seasoned political operative in Democrat circles. He served as Bill Clinton’s Senior Advisor for six years, from 1993 through 1998, and three terms as a Congressman from Chicago in the House of Representatives, from 2003-2009.
  • During his service with the Clinton administration, Emanuel was part of the failure of Hillarycare, the forerunner to Obamacare.
  • Emanuel also served on the board of directors at Freddie Mac during the time of the major Democrat fundraising scandal involving Freddie Mac.
  • Emanuel has two brothers, equally influential in their own right. Dr. Ezekiel Emanuel is a Harvard-educated bioethicist and one of the main architects of the Obamacare legislation and effort to pass it. He is the individual most associated with the term “death panels.” In 2014, Dr. Emanuel authored an infamous essay about the virtues of dying by the age of 75.
  • Ari Emanuel is a Hollywood “superagent” who represents liberal actors (including Ben Affleck and Matt Damon).
  • Despite Rahm Emanuel’s bona fides as a connected Democrat who is willing to play dirty, Emanuel could not withstand the force of Obama’s Senior Advisor, Valerie Jarret. The two clashed, with Jarrett emerging victorious, and Emanuel heading back to Chicago to run for mayor.
  • Once safely back in Chicago, Emanuel ran for mayor and was supported by the Obama administration. In 2011, he replaced the corrupt Richard Daley. He was reelected in 2015 for a second term, again with administration support.
  • It is remarkable that the litany of scandals involving Obama and Chicago seem to have dried up since Rahm Emanuel became mayor. Indeed, the administration has a friend and ally at the top of the Windy City pyramid.

Eric Holder

As Attorney General, Eric Holder has served the role of Obama’s pit bull. Holder’s Department of Justice has elevated racial agitation to a high art, political correctness to an Orwellian contact sport, and gun control into a religion. His fingerprints are all over the administration’s various scandals, from Fast and Furious to Ferguson. Like other administration officials, Holder’s history and actions portray a man dedicated to overthrowing Constitutional government.

  • Eric Holder was born in the Bronx, New York in 1951. He attended Stuyvesant High School, Columbia University, and received a JD from Columbia Law School in 1976.
  • In 1970, then-Freshman Holder participated in a five-day “armed takeover” of Columbia University’s Naval Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC) headquarters.
  • During the Clinton administration, Holder was the Deputy Attorney General under Janet Reno. He had a reputation as fiercely anti-Second Amendment, and in 1995 even advocated “brainwash[ing] people” (i.e., children) against guns.
  • In February 2009, shortly after being sworn in as Attorney General, Holder called America a “nation of cowards” for not discussing racial issues enough for his approval.
  • In November 2009, Holder proposed holding the trial of Khalid Sheikh Mohamed (the mastermind behind the September 11, 2001 attacks) in New York City. This never occurred due to a backlash from the public. Deaf to the concerns of citizens, in 2014 Holder reiterated that his position would have been the “right decision.”
  • While Holder clearly believes law-abiding American citizens should not own guns, he had no problem arming murderous drug cartels. The Bureau of Alcohol, Firearms, Tobacco, and Explosives, and ultimately Eric Holder’s Justice Department, were behind the crazy idea of arming Mexican drug cartels with hundreds of automatic weapons without tracking devices. The Fast and Furious program resulted in the deaths of hundreds, and perhaps thousands, of innocent Mexicans and Border Patrol Agent Brian Terry.
  • In 2012, Eric Holder became the first Attorney General in American history to be held in contempt by the House of Representatives, resulting from his refusal to turn over documents related to the Fast and Furious scandal.
  • Holder’s Justice Department has suspiciously scrubbed any mention of “Islam” or “Muslims” from counterterrorism training.
  • Whether it was in Florida or Missouri, when black teenagers were killed by gunfire in self-defense, Eric Holder, along with race-baiters Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, were there to stir up emotion. In both cases, the shooters (George Zimmerman and Officer Darren Wilson, respectively), were initially threatened with civil rights charges from Holder’s DOJ; this, despite Zimmerman being found not guilty by a jury, and Wilson being no-billed by a grand jury.
  • Holder is a proponent of lighter sentencing, shorter mandatory minimums, and generally freeing criminals from prison.
  • Holder approved illegal wiretapping/eavesdropping of the American press, including Fox News and the Associated Press.
  • Journalist Sharyl Attkisson was driven out of CBS News for her inquisitive reporting on Benghazi. In January 2015, Attkisson accused Holder’s Department of Justice of illegally accessing her computer to exfiltrate files related to her investigations.
  • Holder’s DOJ has also been instrumental in forcing local communities to accept mosque construction. According to the Muslim Brotherhood’s Explanatory Memorandum, mosque construction is the first step in Muslim colonization.
  • For several years until just recently, Holder held a “sword of Damocles” over General David Petraeus’s head, intending to silence his criticism of Obama’s disastrous Middle East policy. Petraeus was under investigation and being threatened with felony charges in connection with an affair he had with a biographer, with whom he allegedly shared classified documents.

David Axelrod

David Axelrod was born in New York City in 1955, the son of two Communists (described by David as “leftist Democrats”). His mother, Myril Bennett, worked for a Communist-infiltrated newspaper, New York-based “PM.” His father, Josef Axelrod, was a psychologist and member of the Communist Party USA. It is for these reasons that Axelrod has been described as a “red diaper baby.”

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More on the Webber Academy

We reported last week on the Webber Academy, a private school in Alberta that received a punitive judgment from the Human Rights Commission for “discriminating” against Muslims.

The school administration thought they were treating all religious faiths equally when they enforced a rule against any religious observance in school. But that’s not the way it works in Dhimmi Bizarro World, where treating Muslims the same as everyone else means they are being discriminated against.

The school got its come-uppance from the HRC after the parents of Muslim students filed a complaint. Now the Webber Academy has to pay a fine and change its practices to conform with sharia practices.

The following TV news report features interviews with students and parents who feel they were victimized by the school. Pay special attention to what a non-Muslim human rights activist has to say about halfway through:

Hat tip: Vlad Tepes.

For a complete listing of previous enrichment news, see The Cultural Enrichment Archives.

Occasions of Doughnuts

Spring Fundraiser 2015, Day Three

Here we are at Day Three of the Fundraiser and I’ve said nary a word. I’ve been sitting here wringing my hands, trying to come up with an acceptable story — upbeat and amusing — so our readers might enjoy the experience, thus feeling energized, which would make y’all more inclined to climb over that procrastination hurdle this week, thereby donating to the worthy cause of keeping the Gates open for the coming quarter.

I find the project on which we’ve embarked fascinating — I feel privileged, and the sense of wonderment never grows stale. Imagine being able to chronicle some of the depredations we’re all facing! What is being done to our country and our culture is outrageous. To end up as one of the chroniclers of the injustices we all face is such an unexpected path to be traveling that this experience is beyond words. I never quite get over it: we serve as an outlet and a conduit at the same time. That’s so strange, and yet nevertheless it has come to be. Gates of Vienna is a portal and a crossroads, and here we stand. Amazing.

Tip jarBut that brings me to the crux of the problem here. I know intellectually the need to remain upbeat for the space of a few fundraiser posts, and I don’t know how. For some reason, I think of our commenter, Babs, keeping her coat on in the house during the winter, trying to stay warm in an increasingly expensive environment. With that vivid description of winter reality in the north, I felt an immediate connection.

But I still stand here wringing my hands, trying to figure how to enter from stage left, swinging my cane and doing a soft shoe routine to raise everyone’s spirits for the nonce. After all, our news posts are dysphoric enough. And I recognize the need for optimistic messages in this octave of asking for money: during the fundraiser posts, keep it light, Dymphna. No one will be inclined to give to the cause if you make them feel like pouring a stiff drink after a dysphoric encounter with your experience. So I really do “get” the part about cheer and optimism, but end up with a split in my thinking/feeling. Look at it this way: I enjoy reading the newsletter from Sderot; it’s full of all the good things they’re doing, and it makes me want to be a part of that. But I also hear the reality from MC’s daily life there. As he said, in Sderot even the dogs have PTSD — as well they should, given the “rockets’ red glare”.

Before I met the Baron there was a good deal of umm… red glare… in my life. [Or is it “flare”? A little Freudian slip there, but if dogs could talk they’d agree: glare fits.] Some of those experiences were no one’s fault; I just happened to be one of the kids who fell through the cracks, and there was no soft landing. “Children are hostages to fortune,” after all. As a result, the stories I know would appall (some) others, but having lived them, I find some of my experiences entertaining. So I’m going to go with the flow here. I present my tale — something I haven’t shared before except with one correspondent who assured me it was amusing and not downbeat. Since it’s my life, I can’t tell any more, so blame Bill if it makes you feel bad. If it makes you realize how wonderfully adaptive kids can be, then I’ve achieved what I set out to do.

I call this Occasions of Doughnuts (but there’s a long preface of context before we get to the sweets).

During the years I spent in St. Mary’s Home (note: yes, it was an orphanage of sorts, but I had a lovely mother, so I wasn’t technically an orphan. However, my mother was convinced that if she tried to get welfare assistance, even if she’d negotiated the shame of it, applying would lead to her deportation, since she wasn’t a citizen. And her daughter/American citizen would have to live in a foreign land. So her solution was to work instead, and attempt to find adequate day care. Let’s skip that part; all of those foster homes or day-care people were not good places.

In the end, the doctor told my mother I needed the stability of St. Mary’s, at least until it was legal for me to be a latchkey kid. I was aware even back then that the rules in the black community were different: a lot of mothers went to work cleaning houses and had bigger kids taking care of littlers, but black mothers didn’t have to put up with the same scrutiny as my foreign white mother. I used to wish we were black instead of being in a Catholic ghetto. But there you are. Or rather, there I was: sentenced to St. Mary’s until I turned ten. The magic year of my release.

Except for missing my mother desperately, I liked St. Mary’s. The routine was calming, predictable. The rules were clear and fair and unvarying. I used to think that my mother ought to be in there with me. After all, her own mother had died after she left home, and all she had of her passing was a telegram. Now she was an orphan in a strange country — I thought then, and I still believe, they should have taken her in. She was always a very good girl, unlike her daughter, who found it impossible to maintain silence. Lord help me, I couldn’t have kept quiet even for ice cream.

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Gates of Vienna News Feed 4/21/2015

The Mediterranean migrant crisis continues to dominate the news headlines. Several alleged traffickers have been arrested and will be prosecuted for their part in the most recent tragedies, in which thirty times as many would-be refugees have died compared with this time last year. However, African countries say that the EU could do more to prevent migrant deaths.

In other news, former Egyptian President and Muslim Brotherhood leader Mohamed Morsi has been sentenced to twenty years in prison by an Egyptian court for his role in killing of protesters in 2012.

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Thanks to C. Cantoni, Erick Stakelbeck, Fjordman, Insubria, K, Papa Whiskey, Srdja Trifkovic, and all the other tipsters who sent these in.

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What Good Muslims Are Called To Do

In the following clip from, Brian Lilley, formerly of SUN TV, talks about the latest jihad porn video released by the Islamic State, which shows the execution of thirty more Christians in Libya.

As he says, “This is a recruitment video.” It provides the Koranic justification for all the gore and violence shown at the end of the video, and is designed to lure in bloodthirsty young men eager to emulate the mujahideen of the Islamic State.

Now that Mr. Lilley no longer has to be bound by the editorial strictures of SUN TV, he is willing to tell his audience what most Gates of Vienna readers take for granted: the Islamic State represents the real Islam. Its murderous brutality is simply an acting-out of the instructions laid down by the founder of Islam 1400 years ago.

By the way — Brian Lilley describes the English-language narrator near the end of the ISIS video as a “North American”, but he’s obviously a Canadian. To someone born south of the Mason-Dixon Line, the Canadian accent is unmistakable:

Hat tip: Vlad Tepes.

The Muslim Colonization of America

From Dymphna: I didn’t see this press release until it was already posted. The B said I could add a brief paragraph here so as not to interrupt the flow of the Center’s announcement. So: Ann Corcoran is doing the singular most important work on immigration in North America. Better than any foundation, any study group, anyone. ONE PERSON and she is making a difference – as proved by Trey Gowdy’s letter to the State Department. She is a moral giant; one of our most important weapons in this fight against the hijra taking place on this continent; I have linked to her numerous times. Here is her headline for today:

Hey Obama! Those Minnesota Somali youths arrested for attempting to join ISIS were not without prospects for a good future. I yield the floor now to the Center for Security Policy…

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Ann Corcoran of Refugee Resettlement Watch has written a new book exposing the scam of America’s “resettlement” program, which is dumping Muslim “refugees” on communities all over the country without prior consultation or local consent.

Below is today’s press release about the situation from the Center for Security Policy:

Muslim Colonization of America: The Hijra and the Hijacking of America’s Refugee Resettlement Program

Washington, DC — Last week, the chairman of the House Judiciary Subcommittee on Immigration and Border Security, Rep. Trey Gowdy of South Carolina, wrote the Department of State demanding that it halt the resettlement of refugees in the city of Spartanburg in his district. In his letter dated April 15, 2015, Congressman Gowdy objected to the “lack of notice, information and consultation afforded to me and my constituents” and posed seventeen pointed questions, including (as paraphrased by Politico):

  • Why and when was his district approved [as a refugee resettlement site]?
  • What steps were taken to notify local government officials and whether they approved the plan, and where funds for the office and the refugees will come from?
  • When are the first refugees expected to arrive?
  • What benefits are they entitled to?
  • How many will be resettled?
  • What is their country of origin?
  • Who is responsible for housing, employment and education services for them?

Rep. Gowdy was particularly concerned about the security implications of this immigrant migration. He asked: “Do any of the refugees to be resettled in the Spartanburg area have criminal convictions? If so, for what crimes has each been convicted?” And “Please explain the background-check process performed on refugees scheduled to be resettled in Spartanburg.”

The necessity for such congressional oversight has been underscored by an important new monograph by Ann Corcoran entitled, Refugee Resettlement and the Hijra to America, which was published today as part of the Center for Security Policy’s Civilization Jihad Reader Series.

Ms. Corcoran documents that Muslim immigration as a form of jihad via colonization called hijra dates back to the time of Mohammed. In fact, she quotes hadith sources that assert that migration is a religious obligation for Muslims to spread Islam and build the Islamic state. She also cites longtime Libyan leader, Muammar Qaddafi, who once said that Europe would be conquered without guns and swords, but with Muslim migrants overrunning the continent. A powerful new documentary by Martin Mawyer called “Europe’s Last Stand; America’s Final Warning” illustrates just how accurate this prediction is proving to be.

As practiced today, the hijra strategy is an important part of a covert, pre-violent “civilization jihad” pursued by the Muslim Brotherhood. The UN High Commission on Refugees — which, like the rest of the United Nations, is dominated by the dictates of the Islamic supremacist organization known as the Organization of Islamic Cooperation (OIC) — is complicit in the process of bringing Muslim refugees to America. Interestingly, no Muslim refugees are ever resettled in wealthy, low-population density Islamic countries like Saudi Arabia.

Particularly troubling is the evidence that Ms. Corcoran compiles concerning the secrecy surrounding this U.S. refugee resettlement program. She provides estimates of how many Muslim immigrants have been quietly resettled in American communities with no local input. And she discusses the State Department’s primary targets in the United States for Muslim resettlement and showcases models to be found in communities that are resisting this program.

In her book, Ms. Corcoran recounts her personal trajectory from typical, uniformed citizen to a national authority on refugee resettlement policies and programs, the focus of her highly acclaimed blog, Refugee Resettlement Watch. It began in 2007, when large numbers of Muslim Meskhetian Turks were quietly resettled by the U.S. State Department in her hometown in Western Maryland, prompting her to research intensively what was afoot.

Although the author and other concerned local residents succeeded in that instance in blocking the dumping of immigrants that are, as a practical matter, unlikely ever to assimilate, the episode led Ms. Corcoran to the discovery of a frightening pattern: Across the United States, the federal government is attempting stealthily to relocate Muslim immigrants into unsuspecting and often unsuitable rural communities. She found that the affected locals, and even states, are totally by-passed in a resettlement process effectively driven by the United Nations, with U.S. agencies playing a clearly subordinate and non-sovereign role.

In addition, Ms. Corcoran has documented how U.S. officials stubbornly refuse to answer affected communities’ questions about Muslim resettlement. In fact, the State Department went so far as to stop holding townhalls and meetings in Washington, DC to discus after local community representatives began to attend.

Center for Security Policy President Frank Gaffney said of the new Civilization Jihad Reader:

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Moving the Earth

Spring Fundraiser 2015, DayTwo

Today is the second day of our quarterly fundraiser. As I mentioned yesterday, we’re pushing extra hard this week, due to straitened financial circumstances arising (mostly) from a series of domestic plumbing disasters.

I recognize that we’re not the only ones experiencing hard times. Plenty of others, including some of our donors, are facing the same sort of squeeze. That makes it especially heartening when someone who barely has two nickels to rub together is willing to drop one of them into our tip cup. It serves as encouragement for Dymphna and me to persevere in our chosen vocation.

Tip jarAnd those nickels add up. A couple of years ago I learned the word “crowdfunding” when a commenter identified it as the process we use to finance this blog.

When the crowd becomes large enough, all those little bits form a big enough pile to pay for computers, DSL, hosting fees, etc., and leave enough left over to save up for plumbing catastrophes like the one we faced last week.

So we owe this crowd a great debt of gratitude. Many thanks to everyone who chose to chip in.

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The theme of this week’s fundraiser is “Stories”, which gives us a chance to run off at the mouth (or keyboard) about whatever strikes our fancy.

I’ve got an old gladstone full of hippie stories from my misspent youth, but most of them are too dissolute or ribald to relate in a family space such as this one. Besides, when you come right down to it, they’re generally pretty stupid. They just don’t seem as entertaining after three decades or so of being straight.

The true story below is an exception. It’s an uplifting tale of youthful exuberance and applied science with a happy ending. Who could ask for more?

In the winter of 1975-76 two of my friends (who are now married) were living together in the wilds of West Virginia, and four or five of us suburban hippies would drive up to visit them on weekends. You know, to get back to the land, groove on Mother Nature, etc. etc. And maybe drink a couple of bottles of wine and play charades in front of the fireplace in the evenings.

One Sunday morning six of us — four guys and two girls — piled into a car and headed to the nearest town for brunch and caffeine. We had no thoughts about church in those days, but some of the local residents did. On our way down one of the narrow lanes we encountered three middle-aged ladies who had dropped a rear wheel into a ditch while backing out of their driveway on the way to church. It was a rear-wheel drive car, and they were just sitting there, futilely spinning the other wheel in an attempt to get moving.

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