Y'know, Top 40 Music still sucks.

It’s been awhile since I last forayed into the crapfest of Top 40 music. Mostly because it all sounds the same pretty much, and I had precious little to offer you guys as an alternative to what I was finding. I forced myself to sit through the Top Twenty Countdown on Fuse-TV, and coupled it with some time spent suffering through some Top 40 radio.

Ke$ha—Your Love Is The Drug

Heard this for the first time yesterday, and hourly thereafter. She actually sings on this song, like with actual melodies & stuff. Usually she just prattles on with inanery, rhyming the words “toes”, “clothes”, and “phones”, and using the phrase “Blah blah blah” as an actual chorus.She usually looks like she just woke up behind the dumpster with Lindsay Lohan, vying with Britney Spears for Miss White Trash 2010 at the Happy Acres Trailer Park. A couple weeks ago she was on American Idol & it was excruciating. This weekend she was on Saturday Night Live and was much improved. Her performance of “Your Love Is The Drug” was qute fascinating, done in black lights and painted up in neon tribal regalia.

I pronounce it "Keh-Dollar Sign-Huh". She's come for your male children.

Ludacris, featuring Nicki Minaj—My Chick Bad

Looks like Luda scraped together a song based on bad rhymes found on a bathroom wall. Not the usual clever stuff he puts out. I guess all those sessions of wasting rhymes guesting on every third song released in the last two years (much like that talentless asshat Kanye West) has taken its toll on the creativity of one Chris Bridges, AKA Ludacris. Really crappy vocal effects don’t help either. They also didn’t help his previous song “How Low ”, with it’s annoying repetitive Chipmunk lyrics. In the video, Minaj comes across like a hoodrat version of Lady GaGa under a black light.

Hey, Nick, does GaGa know you stole her makeup kit?

Lil Wayne—Drop The World

What? I thought he was in jail? Nothing like releasing singles while incarecerated. I know they had to hurry up & record that abortion of a remake of “We Are The World” so he could rap over top of it before reporting to jail on a gun charge (after another delay of dental surgery on his bejeweled teeth). This song’s pretty damned forgettable; so forgettable I had to look it up on YouTube again just to remind myself what I heard. Nothing like stellar lyrics that include “Yeah I could die now, re-birf, hop in my space ship & leave Earf” and a chorus that claims “I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin’ head” . Eminem saves the song from being totally swept under the rug like a dustbunny with a guest shot, with angry speed-rhyming towards the end of the song. I guess Em needed to rebuild some street cred after a long absence that saw him gain a lot of weight & pretty much lose most of his musical relevance. Looks like he hit the gym & is mounting a comeback. Oh, boy. The Clown Prince of Thugnificence returns.

Young Money—Bed Rock

Utter bile. Schoolhouse crap and sugar coated rap with some truly lame lyrics. “Call me Mister Flinstone; I can make your Bed Rock”. Seriously. WTF? My dachshund could write better material. Kill me.

Jay-Z, featuring Mr. Hudson—Young Forever

I’m patently offended. From the opening notes, I thought this was going to be a cover of the gorgeous 80’s synthpop track “Forever Young” by Alphaville. That turned into disappointment as the vocals of the “Forever Young” chorus were butchered a bit by an obscure British R&B wannabe trying to work a faux reggae feel. Then my disappointment turned to horror as Jay-Z, tied neck & neck with Kanye as Over-rated Rap Star of the New Millenium babbled overtop the samples. I had to put drops of bleach in my ears afterwards to clean the audio poison out.

Taio Cruz featuring Ludacris—Break Your Heart

This one isn’t completely unlistenable; however in about a week’s time I’ll want to jam a sewing needle in my eyeball as soon as it comes on. The musical tracks are really good electronica, and would have made the foundation of a good synthpop club track until Luda raps over the top and Cruz repetitively reminds us that he’s only gonna break break break break break your heart, whoaaahhhh.

Black Eyed Peas—Imma Be

I knew it couldn’t last. I knew they’d eventually release a turd off their latest album. They’d been doing pretty well with three smash singles in a row that were pretty good. But, a year later I’m over them and this song is just flat out annoying. Sprinkled with lame lyrics and an annoyingly repetitive “I’ma be I’ma be I’m a be” that just melts into a droning bumblebee bumblebee bumblebee….Saw them live on SNL and they sounded like shit. Saw them live on Idol and they sounded like shit. Hmmm, I detect a pattern here...

B.o.B. featuring Bruno Mars—Nothin’ On You

First listen is okay. Falsetto overtop of a jazzy drum & piano combo. The speedy delivery of the rap is okay at first listen too. It’s a fascinating hybrid. It’s melodic. There’s actual singing with a pleasant voice. If I only hear this a few times, it won’t be ruined. However, I know better; in 2 weeks I’ll despise it. Oops; too late. I hate it already. That’s how I roll.

Lady GaGa—Alejandro

At first I wasn’t sure this was GaGa. It wasn’t pretentious enough. I actually thought it was a comeback attempt by Ace of Base, the late 80’s answer to ABBA. This song is so utterly forgettable that it barely warrants my pithy comments.

Justin Bieber—Somebody To Love

If it wasn’t for Auto-Tune, this little 12-year old no-talent pube would still be back in middle school getting his head shoved in a toilet by bullies. Whoever gave this kid a contract should be kidney-punched. The other puddle of pabulum being pedled about by this pestilence is a song done with Sean Kingston called Eenie Meeney. I almost needed therapy after that one. “Shawty is a eenie meenie miney mo lovahhh”. Make it STOP!!!!

Let's see if they still like you after your testicles drop, kid. And get a haircut.

Need something else to listen to instead? Yeah, you do. Trust me…

Spose—I’m Awesome

Okay, this song is a bit of a tongue in cheek joke. Spose is a kid named Ryan Peters, from the town of Wells, Maine. Wells is about 40 miles north of where I went to high school, and is about as big as two WalMart parking lots combined. It’s probably more comical for me since I used to live there and can laugh about a deliberately awkward rap that mentions lobster rolls.

Versant—Push Away/Out of Touch

Versant is sort of still in its beginning phases. Both of these tracks are still ostensibly demo versions, but they’ll whet your taste buds for a full album when it’s finished. Versant’s front person is none other than former singer/bassist/keyboardist for Shiny Toy Guns, Carah Faye Charnow. Now based in Sweden with her new bandmates, Carah’s new project promises to be really good once it gets moving. They’re supposed to be releasing a debut EP almost any day now.

La Roux—Bulletproof

This is a deliciously fun bit of synthpop from singer Elly Jackson and synth guru Ben Langmaid. The song carries a huge Vince Clarke vibe, and really calls to mind early Depeche Mode, Yazoo, and Erasure. The video’s a trip too. It’s nigh on impossible to sit still listening to it.

Elly Jackson of LaRoux. This look is pretty tame for her....

And my “discovery” of the week is tenek, a band from the U.K. that is exactly what you electro fans have been looking for. Just two members strong, tenek is Pete Steer and Geoff Pinckney and they’ve managed to do what most modern electronic bands haven’t; they have a modern contemporary sound that reminds you of classic electronica circa 1988 to 1992 without sounding dated or past its prime. It’s fresh yet familiar, edgy enough to be modern but you instantly feel at home listening to it. They released a debut album, “Stateless” a year ago on the Toffeetones label, with two really good singles (“Submission” and “ Where’s the Time?”) and are primed to release a second album this summer. From the previews of the new tracks that I’ve heard, I’m really looking forward to it. Look for the new single “Blinded By You” to be released soon.

Some new artwork for ya's

Here's something ya'll can feel free to use on your own sites.....I'm hoping it catches on.

20 years flies by fast

I meant to write this last weekend to commemorate an unusual anniversary. I was busy Saturday and felt like dookie on Sunday, and then it was back to work, and it's become increasingly hard to write during the week for me.

Anyways....April 17, 2010 marked the 20th anniversary of a rather significant event in my life. It's not just every day you get to say you helped save someone's life....

April 17, 1990---Goeppingen, Germany

I already knew the day was going to be a long one. We got up around 4AM to drive the 2 hours up Autobahn 8 to Karlsruhe. We had to meet up with the other members of the 285th Military Police Company for weapons qualifications at the range. The day started off colder than expected, with frost on the ground. During the course of the day at the range it alternated between hail, rain, and then finally bright sunshine and almost 80 degrees.

It was the usual litany of hurry up and wait, typical Army stuff, waiting your turn to go shoot on the firing line, a cacophony of rifle & pistol shots ringing out all day punctuated by a never-ending series of flyovers by jets of various form and function. I saw F/A-18 Hornets, F-16 Falcons, Mirage 2000's, RF-4 Phantoms, and Panavia Tornadoes. Given that we were a mere 40 miles from the French border and there were several NATO bases within easy flying time, the aircraft could have been Belgian, French, American, Dutch, German, English, Canadian, Italian, Swiss, Danish.....you get the picture. Several allied air forces fly similar aircraft within NATO.

Just prior to 1600 (4PM to you civilian types) we were released for a couple hours to run back to the base where headquarters was, in order to get some chow and relax for a bit before reconvening at the range for the Night Fire Exercise. I piled into an olive drab VW van, that most ubiquitous of Army transport in Germany, with two other members of my platoon and we headed off, looking disheveled, wrinkled, dirty, and tired.

At 1607 hours, 16,000 feet over Karlsruhe, two CF-18 Hornets from the Royal Canadian Air Force's 439 Squadron were engaged in air combat maneuvering training and collided. One of the pilots, Captain Kirk Leuty, was killed instantly, while the other, Captain Reg "Bull" DeCoste, ejected. According to a fellow pilot, Captain Tom Rowan, "On the turn in after fights on, they both made several attempts to miss each other but kept mirroring each others' moves. Reg said it was like walking down a hallway and when you try to avoid a guy coming the other way, he turns the same way you do. At over 1000 knots of closure the time just got too short. Reg's jet was in a max G pull-up when they hit and his wingtip went through poor Kirk's cockpit from below. "

Meanwhile, three miles below the collision, a van carrying Pete Adams, Dennis Castoldi, and myself was navigating rush hour traffic when Pete leaned over, punched my leg and said "Holy shit, Ski. look at that!" The "that" in question was a fireball corkscrewing down in a flat spin with the gray nose of a fighter jet sticking out of it. Dumbfounded, all I could do was stare with an open mouth as it hit the ground & exploded a few hundred yards away.

We all three knew that we had to get to the crash scene and try to render some sort of assistance. While Pete drove, me and Dennis scanned the sky for any parachutes. Lo and behold, we spotted a lone 'chute coming down damn near in front of us. We turned on our emergency flashers to warn vehicles behind us and watched as the pilot narrowly missed an overpass bridge and landed heavily in the middle lane of Autobahn 5, almost being struck by a passing Mercedes.

Pete slewed the van sideways to block traffic, and me and Dennis ran towards the pilot, first aid kit in hand and rifles slung over across our backs. Bear in mind, I'm 20 years old and had never used my first aid training before. Ten thousands thoughts are running through my head, chief among these was "God don't let this guy be a bloody mess" and "Please let him be conscious and able to speak English". He was intact, in great pain, and I instantly saw from the red maple leaf on his flight suit that he was Canadian. He'd broken both heels on impact, had burned his hand in the ejection, and was starting to drift into shock. I think he had bruised some ribs too.

Long story short, Dennis and I treated him as best we could with limited resources while Pete directed traffic. A few minutes later we were joined by a passing German combat medic who'd been driving by. At about that same time the first frantic German Polizei units arrived, and even though all German cops can speak English, the poor guy I was talking to was so worked up he forgot his English skills at about the same time I found out that I spoke more German than I realized, and was able to answer his questions through Captain DeCoste as to whether either aircraft was carrying any munitions for the crash responders to worry about. They didn't, much to his relief. I kept talking to Bull to keep him calm, glossing over his repeated questions about his wingman (I had no answers to give him in all honesty) and learning that he was from Quebec and had a wife & three young daughters. I told him that my family was from Toronto and Halifax and we made some small talk until he was strapped into a gurney & put into an ambulance.

Total time from crash occurrence to Reg being driven to the hospital by the Notartz (German EMT First Responders) was perhaps 20 minutes. It seemed like 20 hours.

We were released from the scene, and drove back to base to finally eat. We let the company Operations Sergeant know that we'd just been in an international incident and that he'd probably be getting a call from the Polizei soon. Rather than a pat on the back from the command, we spent about an hour later that night separetaed from each other writing sworn statements as to what happened to see if our storied all corroborated events and to make sure we didn't do anything wrong. No "attaboys" till the Army and the unit covered its own ass, or course.

Word has it that we were put in for the Soldier's Medal, an award given for saving a life, but that someone shot down that idea because "they're MP's and that's what MP's do, save lives". Excuse me, but we were off-duty, driving from the rifle range, and were nowhere near our usual jurisdictions. Hell, we usually worked for US Customs....but I digress. Then they tried to put us in for the Army Commendation Medal, which some other smartass scrapped because "they didn't award ARCOM's to soldiers under E-5" (we were all the rank of E-4 at the time), and when someone tried to at least get us an Army Achievement Medal, they just further swept us under the rug and awarded us a Military Police Regimental Coin and a nice letter from the Commandant of the Military Police Corps. I can no longer find the picture of me receiving my coin, but here's Dennis Castoldi getting his, with Pete Adams next to him. I was to Pete's left.


I never saw Reg again. I'm told that he returned to flight duty after awhile and I rotated back the States less than 6 weeks later. It was a long time, though, before I didn't flinch slightly whenever I heard a fighter fly overhead. I've tried to find Reg DeCoste a few times over the past 20 years, just to let him know that he's still thoughts about, and have sent a couple emails to addresses I thought were his. I'm not sure if he ever got the mails. Maybe he just wants to forget the incident. I dunno. But I still think about it, and I still talk to Dennis on Facebook. Of all the things I've done in my life, helping a guy get back to his family is one of my prouder achievements.

Ironically, the same weekend of the anniversary, on the exact date in fact, the F/A-18 Hornets of the US Navy's Blue Angels were performing over Charleston Harbor. I was going to go watch, but I'm not so sure I really wanted to see Hornets that day.


In memory of Captain Timothy Kirk Leuty, RCAF.... 12-24-59 to 4-17-90

More "peaceful protesting" from the Left

Huge thanks to Gary at Midnight Radio for this.


Hypocritical bastards that they are....calling Tea Party people an angry mob, yet here they are on video in Arizona attacking a guy who was being escorted out of the protests for being a dick.

See. Libs? I can call out a guy on the Right for inciting this. The dude is alleged to have been hurling insults at the people picketing against making illegal immigrants, well, illegal. And the protesters, claiming that the Right is all white racist Mexican-haters, went after him, and as he's being escorted away by the police, the liberals did what liberals do: they rioted. Nothing says Peacenik Liberals like a good old fashioned riot where they chase down a lone agitator and attack the police, throwing water bottles en masse, and their spokes-student wants to pass it off as youthful exuberance. It started off as a peaceful protest, and all it took was one kook to set them off. I blame the kook for inciting it, and I blame to protesters for resorting to their standard behavior when they don't get their way. They start off peaceful enough at the G-8, the G-20, the G-anything, the WTO, you name it...and then they turn into a rabid mob.

Earf Day 2010

Let's see....earthquake after earthquake after earthquake.....volcanoes.....floods.....exploding coal mines....exploding oil rigs........record snowfalls.....Sounds like Mother Gaia is pissed and demands a sacrifice. I suggest Al Gore....

In lieu of throwing Gore into the volcano in Iceland to appease the Earth Goddess, I have a better plan.

Go outside and pick up an acorn. Put the acorn in an envelope and mail it to the Brazilian Embassy in Washington, DC. Enclose a note requesting politely that they forward this official carbon-credit baby tree seed to whichever section of the rainforest needs it the most.
Here's the address:

3006 Massachusetts Avenue, NW

Washington, DC

20008-3634

The reply to this clip is just absolute CLASSIC!!!

The Sunday Comics, a couple days late

I kinda felt like crap Sunday, and Mondays are brutal at work, so here's a few quick hits....

That hole goes to China?

So there was an earthquake in China today...another in a string of worldwide quakes from Haiti to Chile to Indonesia to Kellyfawnya, all easily blamed by the Left on Bush's failed economic policies.

They say many of the 600 dead in China lived in wood and mud huts in this remote area of the Tibet Autonomous Region. Wait a second....to me autonomous means "independent", and since China forcibly took Tibet over, forced the Dalai Lama to flee the country and leave the White House by the delivery door into a trash-strewn alleyway, and brought the whole area under communist control, there really isn't anything autonomous about it at all. If communism is so great and makes people so prosperous, why are these semi-destitute souls living in buildings make of DIRT?

So, I come home from work this afternoon and there's this hole in my yard. I'm like, WTF? So I walk over & look down, and to my shock & surprise, a hand reaches up out of the hole. I grab the hand & pull, and up comes this scrawny, dirt-covered Asian dude. He bows, and I politely bow back. He looks around a little nervously at the hulking Caucasian man with the shaved head who is his rescuer and says in halting English "Please excuse me. My name Swee Poon Tang. I have earthquake today in Jiegu, China People's Republic. I fall in hole and come out other side, but where other side take me?"

Holy crap. All that rubbish they said when I was a kid about digging a hole to China was true?

I smiled warmly and said "Hi there, Tang. I'm Steve. Welcome to South Carolina! You're free now!"

To my dismay, Tang recoiled in horror.

"South Carolina? United States?"

I nodded to the affirmative.

"South Carolina? Jim Clyburn?"

Again I nodded.

"America? Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, Barack Obama?"

I nodded, grimacing slightly at the mention of The Unholy Three.

Tang immediately jumped back in his hole. I called to him. "Dude! What are you doing?"

"I go back China! I no want to live in Socialist country with no economy!"

The Sunday Comics: Obamarchy In The USA

My new weekly feature here at GDTAI has become The Sunday Comics. So far it's getting some good feedback and traffic, so I'll continue it.

Legendary punk music icon Malcolm McLaren, who managed The Sex Pistols, passed away this week of mesothelioma at the age of 64. The Pistols are perhaps best remembered for their perennial classic Anarchy In The U.K., full of sneering vitriol from frontman Johnny Rotten.
This week's Sunday Comics is the Malcolm McLaren Memorial Edition, featuring the Sex Pistols song rewritten by me for modern times. If you're unfamiliar with how the song goes, here's a link to the video as well as the original lyrics.

Right! NOW! ha ha ha ha ha

I am an anti-Christ! I am an anarchist!
Don't know what I want but I know how to get it!
I wanna destroy the passerby cos I..
I wanna be anarchy!
No dogs body!

Anarchy for the U.K it's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic line;
your future dream is a shopping scheme.
cos I, I wanna be anarchy!
In the city...

How many ways to get what you want?
I use the best, I use the rest.
I use the enemy; I use anarchy cos I...
I wanna be anarchy!
THE ONLY WAY TO BE!

Is this the M.P.L.A?
Or is this the U.D.A?
Or is this the I.R.A?
I thought it was the U.K or just....another country...another council tenancy.

I wanna be anarchy...and I wanna be anarchy
Know what I mean?
And I wanna be anarchist!
Get PISSED! DESTROY !

Jones/Matlock/Lydon/Cook

And now, without further delay:
Obamarchy in the USA!



As always, if you can't read the pics, clicky-clicky makes 'em bigger!

Who are the REAL racists?

Okay. I’ve had just about enough of being labeled a racist just because I’m critical of the current administration. That’s absolute bullshit.

Way to go Democrats…don’t just play the Race Card; play the whole deck, eh?

The latest dunce to foam at the mouth about racism is Representative Steve Cohen of Tennessee, suggesting that Tea Party supporters (and basically anyone not kissing the collective ass of the Democrat Party) have a racist agenda. He told an Internet radio show last week that the Tea Party activists are showing a "hardcore angry side" of the country, only "without robes and hoods."

On Thursday’s program airing of "The Young Turks", Cohen said Tea Party groups show "opposition to African Americans, hostility toward gays, hostility to anybody who wasn't just a clone of George Wallace's fan club", referring to the late Alabama governor and presidential candidate. Wallace was a fellow well-known for opposing desegregation. On June 11, 1963, as the sitting Governor, George Wallace stood in the doorway of the University of Alabama to block its integration. Wallace was a Democrat, by the way. Just sayin’….

Cohen's comments come after others of his ilk accused Tea Party activists of hurling racial slurs at black representatives on Capitol Hill during the rally to protest the ram-through of the health care reform bill a couple weeks ago.

Rather than use the usual entrances into the Capitol, the ones that they use to avoid their constituencies in the American public, the Dems instead chose to walk through the protest lines in an attempt to incite folks to do something foolish. That, friends, is a throwback to their 60’s radical days of instigating and inciting riots in the Haight Ashbury, Berkeley, and elsewhere. Pelosi had the cherries to walk through carrying her Speaker’s gavel like a cudgel, an unspoken threat to the protesters, a warning to step off or get whacked.

Allegedly, some of the protesters targeted a handful of black Congressmen (and one gay lawmaker, Barney Frank) as they walked from the House office buildings to the Capitol to make the vote to ram healthcare down our throats. I mean, hell, we gotta pass the bill so we can find out what’s in it right?

Representatives John Lewis (D-GA), and Andre Carson (D-IN), both members of the Congressional Black Caucus, said that a group of protesters hollered at them and called them niggers, an allegation that I find really hard to believe and one that no one seems to be able to verify and back up with video or audio footage.

There were cameras galore at this event. You mean to tell me that half of the Congressional leadership goes for a Spring stroll through a crowd of righteously indignant taxpayers, on their way to pass a hugely unpopular bill, and they didn’t have the media alerted? Damn right the media was alerted! Those publicity whores seldom so much as take a dump without a camera and talking head there from the mainstream media there to see if it smells of roses.

They were HOPING to catch someone doing something untoward. It was their fondest wish that someone from the Right would do something they could exploit. And yet, no one has been able to come forward with a single shred of footage of hurled epithets, or footage of anyone being spat upon, or footage of Barney Frank being called anything homophobic? Interesting. Probably because none exists, because it never happened.

In the words of Joe Wilson, you lie. I’m calling you out, fellas. Prove it.

How about Ohio Democrat Steve Driehaus, claiming a Tea Party protester threw a rock through his office window in Cincinnatti? Nice try, chummy. That office is on the 30^th floor, and that’d be a pretty impressive throw to chuck a rock 300 feet up the side of a building. Not even when he was at his most juiced, Roger Clemens couldn’t have made that throw.

The Democrat Party’s expert on race-baiting, my very own “representative” in Congress Jim Clyburn, has likened the healthcare protests to the fight for civil rights in the 60’s.

Wow. That’s a stretch, Jim. If you’re gonna try & bullshit the people at least try & disguise it a bit better, and try not to pick something to hide behind that’s so obvious and cliche. I can just see that strategy session: Just compare it to Civil Rights. They’ll be so shit-scared of looking racist that they’ll back down, and if they don’t, our lapdogs in the media will crucify them. Sounds plausible.

I’d like to point for Jim Clyburn out a picture of a certain billboard that was posted, among other cities, in the city of Orangeburg, South Carolina. For those unaware of Orangeburg, it’s a college town, home of the predominantly black South Carolina State University. The city itself is about 68% black, according to Wikipedia, and the surrounding Orangeburg County is about 61% black. The billboard, paid for by the National Black Republican Association, reminds everyone that the key figure that all the civil rights activists from the 60’s name-drop as their close personal friend, the late Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., was a Republican.

Right off I-95 in Orangeburg, South By God Carolina.....

Yeah….and let’s not forget what your fellow Democrat, Senator Robert Byrd (a former member of the Ku Klux Klan no less..not just a member, but a GRAND KLEAGLE!) said about Dr. King. In March of 1968, while referring to Dr. King’s leaving Memphis, Tennessee after riots broke out where a teenager was killed, Byrd called Dr. King a ‘trouble-maker’ who starts trouble, but runs like a coward after trouble is ignited. A few weeks later, Dr. King returned to Memphis and was assassinated on April 4, 1968.

And lest we forget that in October, 1963, with the approval of Democrat President John F. Kennedy, Democrat Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy authorized the wiretapping of Dr. King’s phone by the FBI. Wiretaps were placed by the FBI on the phones in Dr. King’s home and office, as well as bugging Dr. King’s hotel rooms when he traveled around the country. J. Edgar Hoover gets the blame, but he had to be told by his boss to do it, no? By the way, it's not generally known that when he was still a Senator, JFK – with his eye on the Democrat Party’s presidential nomination for 1960 – voted against the Civil Rights Act of 1957. Say it ain’t so!

That man ya’ll love to hate, Ronald Reagan? He’s the one who made Dr. King’s birthday a national holiday. Not your hero, James Earl Carter, Democrat of Georgia.

If I’m not mistaken, it was a (gasp!) Republican who freed the slaves. You know, that Abraham Lincoln fellow that Obama admires so much? And after the Civil War, it was a Republican-controlled Congress that put forth the 13th, 14th and 15th Amendments to the Constitution that, among other things, abolished slavery, guaranteed equal protection and due process and addressed blacks' right to vote. No Democrats voted for the 14th Amendment to grant citizenship to former slaves (94 percent of Republicans endorsed it), and the first grand wizard of the Klan, former Confederate General Nathan Bedford Forrest, was honored at the 1868 Democratic National Convention.

Oh, lookie: A Democrat political poster from 1876. That's not racist much, is it?

After all, it is the Democrat Party who fought so hard against the abolishment of slavery. Many Americans have forgotten, or through lack of education because Liberal teacher unions forbid the telling of inconvenient truths, are unaware, that the original members of the Ku Klux Klan were Democrats and membership flourished within the Democrat Party.

The first President to introduce segregation to federal office spaces, providing for federal officials to segregate toilets, cafeterias and work areas of various federal departments, was none other than the Democrat Super Progressive Himself, Woodrow Wilson. WoodyWoo’s successor, Republican Warren G. Harding, scrapped the segregation policy. And he didn't stop there. In 1922, Harding delivered a bold (for its time) speech in Birmingham, Alabama in which he called for black equality. Harding was elected in 1920; funny thing about the Republican Party platform that Harding ran under. It called for federal anti-lynching legislation. Guess which party’s didn't?

(As an aside, many claim a rumor that Harding was a Klansman but most historians have debunked that for lack of solid irrefutable evidence. Harding was no saint and surrounded himself with spurious types, but an Imperial Grand Master Dragon Wizard Poobah Beagle Mantis Pteradactyl he was not.)

Oh, my, can’t forget the President who pushed for desegregation at the start of the civil rights movement in the late 50’s….Dwight Eisenhower. In 1957, Orval Faubus, the Democrat Governor of Arkansas, called out his state's National Guard to prevent the integration of Central High School in Little Rock, in defiance of a federal court order. In response, President Eisenhower sent troops from the 82d Airborne Division to the city to escort nine frightened black teens into the school past rioting mobs.

Three years later, Eisenhower signed the 1960 Civil Rights Act after it survived a five-day, five-hour filibuster by 18 Senate Democrats, and in 1964, Democrat President Lyndon Johnson finally signed the 1964 Civil Rights Act after the aforementioned former Klansman Robert Byrd's 14-hour filibuster, and the votes of 22 other Senate Democrats, including Tennessee's Al Gore Sr., failed to scuttle the plan. Yeah, the Inconvenient Racist Father of Captain Global Warming....

George Bush allegedly hates black people, yet he appointed the first black Secretary of State in Colin Powell, who was succeeded by Condoleezza Rice, who had previously been National Security Advisor.

Democrats have been bandying about this term “Progressive” to disguise their Socialist agendas, harkening back to their hero of heroes, Franklin Delano Roosevelt.(Actually, I’m a fan too; among U.S. presidents who have married their own distant cousins, FDR has always been my favorite.) Didja’ know that FDR’s first appointment to the Supreme Court was a life member of the Ku Klux Klan, Senator Hugo Black, Democrat of Alabama?

FDR’s Vice President, the guy who succeeded him as President upon his death, Harry Truman himself, was briefly in the Klan in the early 1920’s after he served in WW1. Truman’s mother hated seeing him in his Army dress blues, as she “didn’t like the damned Yankees”. Having been briefly interred by the Union during the Civil War, Truman’s mother never forgave either President Lincoln or the U.S. government. Many years later, when she came to visit her son in the White House and was offered accommodations in the Lincoln Bedroom, she said she would rather sleep on the floor "than spend the night in the Lincoln bed.". To Truman’s great credit, he changed his ways and even pioneered desegregation in the military because of the harsh treatment he saw endured by returning black veterans from WW2.

Speaking of internment….and FDR….while folks on the Left just love to compare Conservatives to Nazis (hey…Nazi is a contracted German word for National Socialism so who’re the real American Nazis?) it was their own UberProgressive Frankie Roosevelt who did what? That’s right, kids….he sent thousands of Americans of Japanese descent to internment camps, a nice euphemism for a Concentration Camp Without Ovens. And why were these people rounded up and sent to concentration camps? Their race.

They were mostly nisei (Japanese born in the United States and holding American citizenship) and sansei (the sons or daughters of nisei). The rest were issei (immigrants born in Japan who were ineligible for U.S. citizenship). Some 110,000 people were relocated. There was also relocation of German Americans and Italian Americans, but to a lesser extent.

Some of these interred nisei volunteered for service and formed the ranks of the Army’s 442d Regimental Combat Team. The 442nd fought with uncommon distinction in Italy, southern France, and Germany. The unit became the most highly decorated regiment in the history of the United States Armed Forces, including 21 Medal of Honor recipients. One of those recipients is current Senator Daniel Inouye, Democrat of Hawaii. They questioned your loyalty, imprisoned your family based on nothing more than your race, and yet you fought for them, received the nation’s highest award for valor under fire, and then you joined their party? Wow.

A Democrat President put Americans in concentration camps based on racial distrust, and Democrats went apoplectic when a Republican suggested that we scrutinize Muslims (not necessarily even American Muslims) at airports and do electronice intelligence gathering to prevent further terrorist attacks. Republicans didn’t round up Muslims en masse and toss them in camps. The Right gets called racist for even suggesting tighter security check profiles at airports.

How about the shitty treatment RNC Chair Michael Steele gets from his fellow black Americans? They call him an Uncle Tom race traitor for having the audacity to not agree with Obama just because he’s black. And of course the Dems are shouting to the rafters about the scandal at the RNC over Party funds being used to pay for an outing to a strip club; while I can’t condone the behavior or misuse of funds, take a good long hard look at your own party’s abuse of funds, and the TAXPAYER’S FUNDS at that. How much money per trip on Air Force One has been wasted since January of last year on date nights, pizza flights, and lately trips around the country to drum up support for a healthcare bill that’s ALREADY BEEN PASSED. Dude, the bill is passed and done with; what the hell more support do you need?

Unless you fear the word “repeal”?

Oh, man. I can’t say things like that. Makes me seem like a seditious, gun-toting, angry, racist, homophobic extremist. That, or just someone telling the truth, which in Obama Land is a foreign concept.

I dedicate this post to the memory of the brave soldiers of the 442d Regimental Combat Team.