Ragin’ Dave over at Four Right Wing Wackos quotes a rather fine essay about what is at stake in the Middle East, looking at it from a historical perspective. Here’s a snippet:

The bottom line is that we will have to deal with Islamic terrorism until we defeat it, whenever that is. It will not go away if we ignore it.


The Iraq War is merely another battle in this ancient and never-ending war. Now, for the first time ever, the barbarians are about to get nuclear weapons . . . unless somebody prevents them from getting them.

We have four options:

1. We can defeat the Jihad now, before it gets nuclear weapons.

2. We can fight the Jihad later, after it gets nuclear weapons (which may be as early as next year, if Iran’s progress on nuclear weapons is what Iran claims it is).

3. We can surrender to the Jihad and accept its dominance in the Middle East now, in Europe in the next few years or decades, and ultimately in America.

4. Or, we can stand down now, and pick up the fight later when the Jihad is more widespread and better armed, perhaps after the Jihad has dominated France and Germany and possibly most of the rest of Europe. It will, of course, be more dangerous, more expensive, and much bloodier.

It’s a must read. Go to.

I tried to link to the specific post, but there’s a server error over there right now. I think it’s a typical f’n blogspot error. I’ll try again later and I’ll link to it then.

LATER: Blogspot is working, sorta. But I think this is the link. If not, screw it. I hate f’n blogspot. Anyway, just go to the front page and scroll down to the post titled “Passing it on.” That’s the post to which I’m referring.

UPDATE: Here’s the original post from Raymond S. Kraft at Mostly Cajun. Go to.

Yankees and Damn Yankees

You know, where I come from we have a saying – you’ve probably heard it if you’ve lived anywhere south of the Mason-Dixon Line:

People who are from the North and visit the South are called Yankees. People who are from the North and move to the South are called Damn Yankees.

Yeah, it’s an old one. 

Seriously, Damn Yankees take note: moving to the South, then complaining about all the unsophisticated rednecks/hicks/droolers/knuckle-draggers/whatever-you-want-to-call-the-locals will not endear you to the said knuckle-dragging populace. That’s why we call you a Damn Yankee.

We don’t have a catchy phrase for the ones who’ve never even been down here and still manage to condemn the whole lot of us from a few hundred miles away. That little oversight should probably be rectified. F’n Yankees, anyone?

Well, Now What?

I don’t care for the fact, sir, that you have a point. I guess my whole bonfire idea is about to go up in smoke, huh.

MORE: Eh, I can still hate McCain and vote for him. I guess. I don’t know what I’m going to do. And the fact that I am even considering voting for the bastard this November heats me up something fierce – this is exactly how he plans (and has planned this whole time) on gaining conservative votes this November. Sucker enough conservatives in the primary to win the nomination then give the rest no other choice in the general. Dammit.

So, yeah. I may vote for him. But I can still hate the man forever. And I can be angry for a while yet.

Still, it’s only February. Nine months or so until the election. Anything can happen. NY won the Super Bowl didn’t they? Maybe we’ll find some third party candidate in the next few months.

Fool’s Gold

Kevin over at The Smallest Minority has a most excellent post up about the main difference between the Right and Left (which can be boiled down to a Locke v. Rousseau smack-down). Go read. It’s worth the time.

MORE, as I wrote in the comments at The Smallest Minority: What worries me the most, I think, are the gradual compromises we’ve made over the last 20 or so years. We’ve seen the erosion of freedom in this country gradually, inch by inch. Had there been some kind of violent revolution instead… well, I think it would have been easier to defeat the anti-freedom movement had they revolted or rioted or something. This slow erosion is hard to fight because each inch we give way doesn’t seem like much. And then we look back and see the miles we’ve lost from giving away each inch so very often. It’s got to stop before we’ve lost everything.