BACK IN THE USSA

So, we just got back from three glorious weeks abroad in Switzerland. We did all the usual stuff one would expect to do in Switzerland; visiting military museums, old fortresses and Swiss Army surplus stores. Oh yeah, there were like some mountains and cheese and chocolate and stuff too.

All the traveling made me start to wonder if the ram-diversity-down-your-throat thought police might not actually have a point. If you don't get out and meet people, you tend to forget just how true many negative stereotypes are and why you don't like certain people or groups of people.

The people who work in concession stands at the Salt Lake airport, for instance. The ones who are obviously middle eastern and dressed as practitioners of the Religion of Peace. With five minutes of talking very loud and slow and pointing a lot at the pictures above the counter you may be able to actually order a sub sandwich. If so, you can expect some half-thawed, essentially raw roast beef between soft stale bread and a fist full of slimy lettuce all wadded up in lieu of a toasted sub. Trying to return the inedible mass results in Hadji & Co. forgeting the six words of English they did know.

Although it hasn't received a great deal of Lamestream media coverage, there have been numerous cases of illegals working our major airports such as Dulles, O'Hare, etc. and having access to "secure" areas. A guy named Hussein, using an old underwear tag and a Monopoly Chance card for ID, can get a pass-key and a little plastic badge to access behind "the doors" and behind the scenes. Meanwhile, little old ladies have to take off their shoes, people traveling in the uniform of a Federal agency get strip searched, and unseen security thugs behind those closed doors rifle through your cheese suitcase making sure the Gruyere is not Semtex. I feel so safe and secure with this crack security system.

I knew I was truly home in the USSA, though, when we hit Atlanta. Approximately 2/3 of the magazines in the kiosks featured Barack Hussein Obama on the covers. The newspaper stands had actually been converted into little shrines, complete with candles, altars, and prayer rugs. The League of Stupid & Gullible Voters had turned out to genuflect before the images of the messiah, but they had to elbow for space between members of the press, who wanted to worship the deity of their own making.

Back in the Land of Round Doorknobs I quickly noticed that the Amerikanski Drive-by Pravda Press isn't even faking objectivity anymore. I kind of like Ann Coulter even though she's too skinny; at least she's a conservative and not just a RINO. For this reason, in our new enlightened age of self-inflicted censorship, she is not allowed on NBC TV anymore. It seems her appearance on NBC's Today Show was cancelled and she was banned from the network "for life".

A Today exec explained the need for such actions. "We are just not interested in anyone so highly critical of President-elect Obama right now. It's such a downer. It's just not the time, and it's not what our audience wants, either."

THOU SHALT NOT SPEAK ILL OF THE MESSIAH! In fact, if you're a major Drive-by media cult like the LA Times, you deliberately suppress anything that might look bad for Barry. I'm not the world's greatest Bush fan, but I noticed the press had no trouble bashing the living hell out of him for every problem the country had, to include sunspots and male pattern baldness, whether he had anything to do with it or not. Hell, an hour after the WTC fell Dan Blather was essentially calling Bush a coward on national TV. With a Republican, it is never "...just not the time..."

Well, noboy said you had to be very smart...or even remotely credible...to be a journalist in Amerika.