The Lasso of Truth

Tasteless Joke of the Day

Barack Obama sighted rounding up his whirlwind global tour, in northern Ontario...

They told family members that they saw a tall, slender, black creature just a few metres ahead of them.

With foreign policy like Nessy...elusive and mythical.

Blog Notes

I've been rather slow with re-establishing this blog but a helpful reminder from a friend and insomnia have afforded me the motivation to get a few housecleaning bits done.

I have re-added my categories list, along with a helpful link to the Pinup Gallery, which is apparently the big seller in this place!  Mikey (the saucy devil) has made me promise to post more pics of me, so look forward to (or dread) that, as the case may be ;)

I have also re-instated The Justice League -- 'cause a gal needs friends.  I have started with a few of the old and one or two new, but it's currently 3:40 am and I am beat, so if I've missed a few they will have to forgive me.  I will add more as they come to mind and don't take it personally if you're missing for a couple days.

Now, time to go back to sleep...

Are you done with that?

For our moral and intellectual superiors on the left side of the ideological spectrum -- who think nothing of disposing of an unwanted pregnancy like they would a used tampon, or euthanizing indigent patients out of some misplaced sense of mercy -- it is hardly a leap of morality to proceed to cannibalizing the dying bodies of their fellow citizens, through a macabre administration of government expropriation, innocuously label as presumed consent.

I am not against organ donation, and I have left instructions with my own loved ones that the decision is theirs to make on my behalf.  However, it is one thing to permit a loving partner or child to make the final decision regarding your life.  It is altogether different to entrust such a momentous decision to a government bureaucracy that catalogues your organs like a commodity to be harvested at will, based on the needs of strangers.

Where's a Smallpox blanket when you need one?

It's been a lot of years since I heard a cuckoo clock chime...

Iran's president on Tuesday blamed the US and other "big powers" for nuclear proliferation, AIDS and other global ills and accused them of exploiting the UN and other organizations for their own gain - and the developing world's loss.

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He accused the great powers of "fomenting discord .... to intensify the military and arms race" so they can feed their arms industries. AIDS, he said, also was the result of world conditions "imposed by big powers."

Now, it seems to me that shouting threats to wipe neighbouring nations "off the map", kidnapping soldiers from international waters, and proliferating globally destructive nuclear weapons, in full defiance of international sanctions, would foment a fair share of discord in the international community.  But somehow, it's still always the Americans' fault?

And if Mr. mouth-breathing rabies beast wants to start talking about AIDS and who's responsible for it, instead of volleying accusations over the ocean, to North America, he should look a little to the south, to his fellow Muslims in Africa, who are largely responsible for the spread and proliferation of the disease.

Anyone who wants to dispute that charge is free to provide statistical numbers which refute the observation that the most proliferous populations of infected, are in Africa.  And most of them are Muslims of one sort or other.

Still somehow, all the Americans' fault.

Got it.

At war with Chicken Littles

Sometimes credibility can make all the difference, in cases where 2 sides offer different accounts of catastrophic events.  Especially when a crime has been committed.

For all the talk of "not blaming the victim", etc. it still comes down to whether or not you can honestly believe they are victims.

Doubly so, when those so-called victims have a disturbing habit of making things up.

Which brings us here...

Only six percent of probes into offences allegedly committed by Israeli soldiers against Palestinians in the occupied West Bank yield indictments, an Israeli rights group said on Wednesday.

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"The figures on the low number of investigations and the minute number of indictments filed reveal that the army is shirking its duty to protect the civilian Palestinian population from offences committed by its soldiers," Yesh Din legal advisor Michael Sfadi said in a statement.

Or maybe...just maybe they're starting to catch on to the fact that screaming, crying, bleeding Palestinians quite frequently just make things up, go through great effort (if not skill) to falsify evidence in their favour, and are more than happy to sacrifice their own children toward the purpose of discrediting their enemies.

After all, this is a culture which values -- above all else -- martyrdom.  But when it's followers tend to be so egregiously devoid of honour or valour, martyrs must be manufactured and then sold like snake oil, to a complicit and willfully blind media.

To be sure, I make no excuses for Israeli soldiers who defy the rules of war, and inflict unnecessary injury on innocent people.  And I do believe it certainly does happen.

But the Palestinian population has proven itself, time and again, to be a collective Chicken Little.  That simple truth lays waste to even the most legitimate complaints of ill-treatment, and they have only themselves to blame for that.

A Challenge...

From the mental giants who deal in the kind of logical mind-turds that require you to be willing to sit in the electric chair, before being allowed to advocate for the death penalty.

In response, good pal NEO, issues a fair-minded offer...

"cc, posting as anon, offers... Name the place neo. We'll meet. I'll taser YOU. I'll post the video. Think you can stand it?"

sure... as long as i get to shoot you... just once... in the chest with a .40 calibre glock... purely for comparison purposes, of course.

deal?

No word yet, on where or when.

Attn: Hollywood!

In your quest to present a united front in favor of the new messiah, you missed one...

And while a misleading portrait of Mr. Obama is being perpetrated by a media controlled by the Democrats, the Obama camp has sent out people to attack the greatness of Sen. John McCain, whose suffering and courage in a Hanoi prison camp is an American legend.

Gen. Wesley Clark, who himself has shame upon him, having been relieved of his command, has done their bidding and become a lying fool in his need to demean a fellow soldier and a true hero.

This is a perilous time, and more than ever, the world needs a united and strong America. If, God forbid, we live to see Mr. Obama president, we will live through a socialist era that America has not seen before, and our country will be weakened in every way.

With a daughter who plays front babe for the UN, my oh my, what a tangled little family that is.

Weekend Pinup

I've spent my weekend building a bunk bed into a castle, and it's almost complete.  Next up, is the bunk bed to treehouse conversion and eventually I'll get to the master bedroom, where all sorts of treats are planned ;)

So, it's busy beaver day today, at The Lasso.  Mingle amongst yourselves and enjoy the day's entertainment...

~ Rex Murphy lays a righteous smackdown on the Obamessiah's foray into globe-trotting rockstardom... "Yet, there he was on Thursday, acting in every way as if he were already president delivering, Urbi et Orbi, a proclamation. There was something almost glorious about the presumption: Call it the audacity of hubris. There was also and equally something very reckless about it. The only set who seem more enraptured than a good part of the U.S. media about the Obama campaign is the Obama campaign and the candidate himself."

~ Talk about pitching for the losing side.  More people lined up for the first showing of the new Batman movie, than showed up to lend their support for Canada's home grown weeping jihadi... "Hundreds of Ontarians stood through Saturday's thunderstorm to protest the continued detention of Canadian Omar Khadr in the American prison in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba." I think it's rather sweet that this rally of hundreds was led by the terrorist's brother, pathetically protesting from the wheelchair he earned in a firefight in Pakistan...no doubt paid for with tax dollars.

~ From a cinematic standpoint, the new Watchmen movie looks to be a spectacular ride.  The guys at I Watch Stuff aren't holding out too much hope for the worthiness of this particular adaptation (with trailer), and David Thompson gives us a thorough account of why they might be right.  Of course, as an affirmed comic book superhero junkie, I'll still be lining up to see it.

~ In an undeniable show of class and keen sense of priorities, union members picketing in front of cemeteries declare that "There won't be a really dignified, respectful burial until these guys are back at work." This could prove to be smellier than the garbage strike.

More proof that vegetarians aren't real men

Plus, confirmation of why effeminate Metrosexuals are invariably always vegans...

A new study shows that downing soy products may lower sperm count. The reason, according to the research published in the journal Human Reproduction soy beans contain high amounts of phytoestrogens, organic compounds that mimic the female hormone estrogen in the human body and, in animal studies, have been shown to reduce testosterone levels. Lead study author Jorge Chavarro, a research fellow in the Department of Nutrition at the Harvard School of Public Health,and his colleagues found that men who ate at least half a serving a day of soy had, on average, 34 million fewer sperm per milliliter than those who skipped it.

I didn't really need a study to tell me that any man who would toss over a juicy piece of meat, for a tofu burger is screaming for the other side.  Every "moral vegetarian" I've ever met, has acted more like a whiny girl than a member of the male species.

I'm cooking Mikey a bloody steak tonight...then maybe we'll test that sperm count...

Like a Drill Sergeant at dawn

Mikey has apnea so sometimes when he manages to get into a good, deep sleep, he has a lot of trouble rousing himself from it.

So, it's rather tempting to suggest the introduction of this handy device...

Screaming Meanie

Idiot-proof wake-up alarm

... the Screaming Meanie is not a clock. It is a countdown timer. You set the number of hours and minutes between now and the time you want to wake up. You can also set the volume, either to "loud" or "frighteningly loud." In case 110 decibels is not enough ("loud enough to wake the dead!"), they have a 220 decibel version too!

When you start the Screaming Meanie the alarm is ON by default. This eliminates my habit of waking up five or six times just to check whether I set my travel alarm correctly. You just know this thing is going to work. You can't possibly sleep through it because while the 10 and 5-minute warnings can be turned off with one button, it takes 3 buttons pushed simultaneously to silence the final alarm.

Tempting.

But Mikey just went through extensive effort and expense to rid himself of his last Screaming Meanie, so it probably wouldn't be a popular suggestion ;)

Every girl wants a pony

In response to this, I just gotta ask...

Who knew Silky liked girls?

Why are images of Rielle Hunter, clad in latex, wielding a flogger and yelling "Say my name, bitch!" flashing through my head at lightning speed?

I may never sleep again.

"President of the World"!

...As Saint Obama has been dubbed by der Spiegel.

Interesting.

Seems to me, I vaguely remember the Germans having another charismatic candidate for "President of the World", not so long ago.

That one didn't work out so well for us.

Turning a blind eye to brutality

I've heard plenty of people get ticked off at those of us who support a consumer boycott of the Beijing Olympics.

"Why take it out on the athletes?", they say.  "These poor folks have been training their whole lives.  It's not their fault where the IOC chose to hold the games..." ad nauseum.

To which I can only say...

Any person who would devote their life's work and energy to the goal of Olympic greatness, deserves to have that accomplishment recognized on the world stage as a celebration of the height of their ability.  As such, to the man, they should all be outraged and incensed that their life's accomplishments have been denigrated and cheapened by the choice of this much-bloodied stage, for the celebration of their ascendancy.

Any athlete who values the freedom which affords them the ability to participate and succeed in this forum, should understand that to those who do not share their fortunate turn of geography, have been forced into silence in order to make this little vanity exercise at self-aggrandizement more palatable to the global public.

The stage where they accept their medals, celebrating their personal achievements, was built on the backs and graves of murdered dissidents, tortured peasants, the poor and truly oppressed.

I will not celebrate their ignorance of the suffering being inflicted on their unfortunate hosts.  Shame on every last one of them who thinks I should.

Good luck at the games.  I won't be watching.

"Hug a Fatty"?

Britain's Health Secretary wants to put an end to the stigmatization of obese people, to help them take more personal responsibility for their condition.

But one has to wonder, what on Earth will motivate an obese person to alter their lifestyle and lose their excess baggage, if we go to great lengths to remove the stigma against it?  If we tell them there is nothing wrong with what they are doing, why would they change?

I was always the skinny minnie in school.  I never had a weight problem, so I cannot speak from personal experience.  But I do recall that in my elementary school, there was a total of 1 fat girl and she was picked on, mercilessly.  I felt for her because I was a redhead, covered in freckles, and therefore did not fare much better.

However...

One thing is for certain.  Watching the hectoring that poor girl went through, certainly motivated many of the other girls in our class to be conscious to prevent sharing her fate.

Accommodating vices and unhealthy choices, only leads to a preponderance of them.  Removing the stigma just makes it socially acceptable to perpetuate the problem.  A little bit of shame can go an awfully long way toward limiting undesirable behavior.

I say ditch the "Hug a Fatty" campaign that involves extra-wide airplane seats, class action lawsuits against trans fats and those annoying old slops who run their motorized transports into anything and anyone in their way.  Bring back shame and watch the populace pare down, naturally.

Americans don't do atheism...

According to a Gallup/USA Today poll last year, Americans would rather vote for a presidential candidate who was Catholic, black, Jewish, female, Hispanic, Mormon, thrice-married, 72 years old, or homosexual than they would one who was an atheist.

Everybody looks to the man who claims enlightenment, and everyone wants a Saviour in office.

Hardly surprising.

Much like the revelation that politicians will cynically use this bias to gain the trust of the voting populace, and then hypocritically shun or use their faith as pragmatism dictates.

Meaning professed faith is just another tool in the campaign war chest for any marginally astute politician.  This being the case, why does the American public still permit this obvious stratagem to influence their perceptions of the candidate at hand?

Wouldn't an honest candidate...even an honest atheist candidate, be a better choice?

Saw The Dark Knight yesterday...

And throughout the entire film I kept thinking to myself...Maggie Gyllenhaal is hardly heroine material.  Is it just me or is she frighteningly ugly?

Along these catty, superficial lines, word is she looked "stunning" and "resplendent" at the London premiere, but all I see is a shapeless, homely girl in a satin sackcloth that doesn't fit.

And this is the spokesmodel for a lingerie company?

Hardly Dita caliber, I'd say.

Sheesh! If this is stunning, I'd rather be plain.

An interpretation of imminent danger

I have heard all the arguments against grooming a populace with a robust sense of self defense.  I also acknowledge the validity of the argument that the precarious circumstance of confronting an intruder could dramatically escalate with the increased stakes incumbent with the presentation of a deadly weapon.

I get it.

Yet it still does not make an ounce of difference in one very vital respect…If a total stranger positions himself in a place where he should not be, at a time when he should not be there, it is not incumbent upon me to rationalize his reasons for the breach.  And even if it were, would I be willing to entrust my life and the lives of my family, to a judgment I make in a split second, through a fog of fear and confusion?  Or am I willing to accept that anyone who would place himself in a situation requiring me to make this snap judgment happily carries the burden of any consequences arising from his actions?

In short…It will be him or me.  Without question and without remorse.

This is a frontier attitude, greatly discouraged in this so-called compassionate society that affords more rights to convicted criminals, than it does to their victims.

But David Thompson distills the debate down to one very good point…

Don’t we want a world in which it’s the bad guys that are scared, and scared for very good reasons?

I know I do.

Officially weird headline of the day

Cancer tempting Tasmanian devils to have teenage sex

Weekend Pinup

He wakes up, every single morning, and says "you're so beautiful" and "I'm in love with you".  Really.

What more could a girl ask for?

For Mikey, who makes every morning so worthwhile...and for Maximo, who officially missed my pinups more than anybody...

~ England starts talking about "work for dole" welfare reforms and putting responsibility "right at the heart of the welfare state".

  And when the bilk of your populace becomes unregistered immigrants, 15-year-old single moms and geriatrics, then what?

~ "Traditional Liberal supporters, seeing our Arrogant Liberal Party label, would happily cast ballots for the new party in the mistaken belief it was the same old gang they always vote for. Our new, more honest, description might even attract additional voters."

~ I'd probably file this under "Get your own house in order, first..."  But thanks for letting us know.

~ The great and hypocritical Goracle says Americans should abandon electricity generated by fossil fuels.  To which I can only say "You first"

~ Thank you for your service, Cpl. James Hayward Arnal.

~ Wendy has traded TTC for hay ride and I fear she may be going native!  Could those pearls be getting hocked for a tattered 10 gallon?

Machiavelli would be proud

When being the most surveilled society on the planet is not enough, one must next resort to widespread eavesdropping...

No decision has been taken to create a huge database containing details of all phone calls, e-mails and internet use [..]

Currently police and intelligence agencies can ask telecommunication providers for information on phone calls made, texts sent and internet sites visited.

The provider can query the request, which might then go to the interception commissioner and another watchdog - but under the new proposals, that right would be removed.

To give unprecedented and unchecked powers of information gathering to a government which is predisposed to seize children from their families for vague reasons, such as "potential abuse" and obesity, is sheer madness and unmitigated folly.  Especially when you consider this information will not be used to round up the likes of tube bombers and rioting "youths".  It is far more likely to expand the powers of the state to arrest and detain old ladies who don't neuter their cats and children who express disdain for broccoli.

Hump Day Pinup

The much vaunted tradition of The Pinup comes back to The Lasso and Hump Day seems like the perfect day to start.  So, because I'm super-swamped with work and because I know Mikey likes things a little sheer, here's a few titillating morsels to keep you occupied...

~ First comes boyishly handsome fellow "CON", Gerry Nicholls, with a fine lambasting of the eco-psycho crowd.  Sure to make not only polar bears cry!

~ A Nebraska woman expects a McDonald's restaurant to perform a medical miracle -- and make the deaf, hear again!  Or she'll sue because she's far too lazy to get out of her car to order her dinner.

~ The insufferable Romeo Dallaire, most famous for his public orgy of feckless hand-wringing, while thousands of Rwandans were effectively slaughtered on his watch, decides to expend his boundless hypocritical energy on sticking up for the life and freedom of a grenade tossing, bloodthirsty terrorist -- A syndrome better known as "Being a Liberal".

~ ...But I bet they have a very effective gun ban...

More pinup goodness planned for the weekend -- stay tuned.

Hugo's boy in Washington

Quite often, the measure of a world leader's success is less about what they've done than who they've managed to piss off.

Much as I'm in support of anything that inspires Hugo Chavez to shut the hell up, it is rather telling that an Obama win might leave him guessing at how best to continue making mischief.  That even Hugo -- the delusional rube that he is -- sees little opportunity for opposition in an Obama administration, is a bad thing for Americans should he win.

Giving airtime to sedition

Zaynab Khadr made an appearance on the John Oakley show this morning (audio here) and quite the piece of theatre it was.  To Oakley's credit, he raked her over the coals pretty well but one has to ask why we keep granting airtime to seditious jihadists who use it to spread lies and propaganda, like...

My father was a charity worker.

Our family are dedicated Canadians who value the rule of law.

We sympathize with the victims of 9/11.

Just a victimized minority.  A hapless Canadian who spent 2/3 of her life living in places like Pakistan and Afghanistan, only returning to Canada when her terrorists brother needed free health care, for the wound he received murdering American soldiers in Pakistan...and presumably to cash in her welfare cheques.

For want of a life less ordinary...

If the backseat's a rockin'...

A new definition for unsafe sex...

Two lovers ended up in hospital in Taiwan after their car plunged 150ft down a cliff face as they made love in the back seat.

Lin Gu, 25, and lover Lee Shin, 29, were left with broken bones and bruises after their car toppled over the edge of a hill in XinDian, reports Today News.

A spokesman for police who were called by witnesses said: "They had parked up close to the edge of the mountain and had left the handbrake off.

"When they started having sex the rocking motion started the car moving and it rolled off the hill. They were lucky they were not more seriously hurt."

The two lovers had driven to a deserted mountain road and parked but their movements made the car topple over the edge and roll down to the bottom of the valley.

You rock my world, baby!

Hypocrisy, they name is leftard

Six Iranians are publicly executed yesterday for crimes unknown but the only caterwauling you will hear from the humanitarians today, will be over the videotaped crocodile tears of a jihadist murderer with a good P.R. team.

Well, we all have to have priorities, I guess.

A Fresh Start

Some of you have wondered about my absence.  Many of you have written to ask, and offer words of encouragement for the personal trial which lead to it.

Thank you to all of you.

This blog has always been -- and will hopefully, continue to be -- a cathartic mechanism for the frustrations which often threaten to overwhelm me.  It has been a 4 year journey of self-discovery and as I have grown and changed, it has changed with me.

The events of these last 4 weeks of silence have changed my perspective on many things -- not the least of which is the naive illusion that adhering to what is fair and right, with determination and reason, will win out against the forces of irrationality and malice.  It doesn't always.  Sometimes -- ofttimes -- the bad guys do win.  The selfish and greedy do get what they hope for.  The just does lose out to the insane.

It has probably always been this way but of the many lessons I have learned in my life, this one has been the hardest to bear.

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My post-secondary plans to attend a school in culinary arts, were stalled by a government employment program which earmarked every seat in the introductory courses, to allocate toward the jobless for job training.  It was a bitter pill to swallow but putting off my start for another year would have afforded me the extra time I needed to save up the money to pay for it.  Unfortunately, within that year I met and married a man who was a poor choice, made mostly out of both desperation for a family situation which was rapidly deteriorating, and stupidity, in equal measure.

My first husband didn't start beating me until I was pregnant.  Once it began, it became an almost daily occurrence in some form or other.  So when, at four months pregnant, he came to me with a stolen credit card and told me to go shopping, I was disinclined to argue.  Of course, being utterly useless at deception and not particularly enthusiastic about the task, I failed miserably on the first try and earned myself a criminal charge.

Not my brightest shining moment.

When, after 3 years of being under the hands and feet of the man who claimed to love me, I finally screwed up the courage to dispose of his company, I was left with a beautiful little boy to care for and few prospects by which to do so.  So I enrolled in school to learn Legal Administration and with the help of an afternoon gig in a crappy telemarketing job, and a night time stint as a stripper -- and after a year and a half of some very bad times, I graduated -- with honours -- and had myself a stepping stone out of the life I had been mired in for so long.

It wasn't the end of my hard (or bad) choices, but it was the start of my transformation toward the person I wanted to be.

Some of the people I have encountered in the years since, have chosen to judge who I am now, by the actions I had taken so long ago.  One in particular, chooses to do so from a pampered place of privilege pilfered off the backs of friends and loved ones, and a personal history glaringly devoid of measurable adversity or challenge.

To those people, I will always be nothing more than a former stripper with a criminal record.

It's a fine judgment to make, when you've never had to go without eating for 3 days, so you could afford to buy a tricycle for your 2-year-old, or had to walk 3 hours to school because you couldn't afford the bus.

I chose to be a stripper because I was blessed with the looks and the shakes for it, matched with a voracious sexuality and a persistent need to pay the bills with a night job that consisted of more than minimum wage.  I chose to quit, once I could afford to pay the bills with a day job that permitted me to spend my nights with my son, instead.

It has never been a choice I have been either ashamed of, or regretted. 

There are some who look down on me for that -- perhaps out of envy for the sad reality that no man would ever pay to see them naked.  Some do so because they think they're better than me, just because they've never had to make a tough choice -- they've instead, always bullied others into making the hard choices to accommodate them.

But I am the one who is better.  Because I don't have to lie about who I am, or about the things I do.  I don't have to use people or treat them like less, to make myself feel superior.  I don't have a need to cannibalize those around me, to feed a persistent compulsion toward ego-maniacal self-aggrandizement.

I will not suffer under the judgment of a character of such pernicious malice, who would help themselves to such judgment without ever having earned the right to it.

I make good choices, that help fulfill the hopes and dreams of the people I love and in turn, that provides me with the fulfillment of my hopes and dreams.  I do not take what is not mine and I do not ever expect anyone to sacrifice, for my sake, anything I would not willingly sacrifice for theirs.

These are the lessons I have learned by the long, hard path I chose so long ago.

This recent hiatus was an attempt to slay a dragon but this time, the dragon won.  The advantage to my loss is that I am capable of learning from this defeat and taking from it, lessons in how to engage more successfully in the next inevitable battle.  Whereas the dragon only gains an added measure of hubris.

One day, that dragon will wind up being consumed by the blistering flames of it's own gluttonous misery and when that day finally arrives, I will be the one standing on the edge of that smoldering pit, roasting marshmallows in the dying flames.

Until then, it is back to providing salacious entertainment to the masses.

Thanks to those who missed it.