Bloodthirsty Liberal

Credit to local radio talker, Michael Graham for this story:

Speaking soon at a Catholic college near you (or near me, anyway).

Terrorist William Ayers is speaking at Boston College this Monday, and nobody seems to care.

How ironic that Ayers’ likely route to BC will take him right through Brighton, where members of his Weather Underground murdered Officer Walter Schroeder of the BPD. It won’t bother Ayers. As he’s said repeatedly, he has no regrets over his terrorist past. In fact, he wishes he’d blown more stuff up.

In fact, Ayers and his fellow left-wing terrorists were only limited by their incompetence. While they tried to use nail bombs to murder American soldiers, they were actually much better at blowing themselves up than killing their innocent fellow citizens. But despite dopey arguments from local lefties to the contrary, Ayers group did manage to kill Officer Schroeder and three others, according to the FBI.

Jesus said “Blessed are the peacemakers.” Bill Ayers says “Blessed are the bomb makers.” At BC, that appears to be close enough.

Officer Shroeder had nine children. While he won’t be able to attend in person, perhaps one of Schroeder’s children who grew up without a father might make it over—Brighton borders right up against the BC campus.

They might look something like this:

Patrolman Schroeder was shot and killed while responding to a silent alarm at a bank at 9:20 am. The bank was being robbed by a gang of anti-Vietnam War activists. As he exited his cruiser and walked towards the bank a gang member who was across the street opened fire on him with a rifle, striking him in the back several times. Patrolman Schroeder was taken to a local hospital where he succumbed to his injuries.

The trigger man was sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole, but has been denied parole each time. The other gang members were all sentenced to prison but are now mostly freed.

Patrolman Schroeder’s brother, Detective John Schroeder, was shot and killed while working for the same agency on November 30, 1973.

Patrolman Schroeder had been with the agency for 19 years and was survived by his wife and nine children.

Let another Boston reporter, Michelle McPhee, put that cowardly, despicable act in context:

On Sept. 23, 1970, BPD Officer Walter Schroeder was gunned down outside a Brighton bank that had just been robbed by five members of the Weather Underground. One of the terrorists opened fire on the cop. With bullets from a machine gun the group ripped off from a National Guard armory in Newburyport just weeks earlier, Schroeder was shot in the back and killed.

Schroeder left behind a wife and nine children, aged 17, 15, 13, 10, 9, 7, 6, 2 and 11 months. The gunman, William “Lefty” Gilday, was captured along with three accomplices. The armed getaway driver, Katherine Powers, fled and remained on the lam for 23 years. When she was finally caught, Powers was treated with the same despicable reverence that Obama’s friend Ayers has been given by the media. Like Ayers, Powers was profiled as a hapless revolutionary caught up in the tumult of the Vietnam War rather than what she truly is: a cop-killing lowlife.

That fact was not lost on Schroeder’s daughter, Clare, who delivered a powerful victim impact statement at Powers’ sentencing in 1993. “Powers’ crimes, her flight from justice and her decision to turn herself in have been romanticized utterly beyond belief,” Schroeder said. “My father’s life was cut short for no reason, shot in the back with a bullet of a coward while Ms. Powers waited to drive that coward to safety.” The Weather Underground was also involved in a Brinks robbery in Nyack, N.Y., that left two cops and a Brinks security guard dead. Those murders also left nine children fatherless.

So for Obama to think it is OK to launch his political career in the living room of two Weather Underground members, Ayers and his wife Bernadine Dohrn — the couple, like Powers, went underground as fugitives after a bomb-making factory blew up on a residential Manhattan block, killing three people — and then explain the association away by saying, “I was 8,” is outrageous.

Sorry, I just let that gratuitous Obama-bash slip in. Can’t imagine what I was thinking.

Anyway, I never expected the Jesuit fathers to warm to a domestic terrorist, beyond praying for his damned immortal soul. For which, I fear, it is too late.

To Canada.

Canada Refuses to Admit Bill Ayers: ‘If It Were Me I Would Have Let Me In’

Why is he trying to get into Canada when he should be in DC celebrating with his buddy? I’m surprised they didn’t have him on stage with Pete Seeger yesterday.

An American education professor, one of the founders of a radical 1960s group known as the Weather Underground, which was responsible for a number of bombings in the United States in the early 1970s, was turned back at the Canadian border last night.

Dr. William Ayers, a professor of education at the University of Illinois-Chicago and a leader in educational reform, was scheduled to speak at the Centre for Urban Schooling at University of Toronto’s Ontario Institute for Studies in Education. But that appearance has now been temporarily cancelled.

“I don’t know why I was turned back,” Ayers said in an interview this morning from Chicago. “I got off the plane like everyone else and I was asked to come over to the other side. The border guards reviewed some stuff and said I wasn’t going to be allowed into Canada. To me it seems quite bureaucratic and not at all interesting … If it were me I would have let me in. I couldn’t possibly be a threat to Canada.”

Ayers made headlines this summer after Republican vice-presidential candidate Sarah Palin suggested that then-Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama hung around with domestic terrorists like Ayers.

Heh.

- Aggie

By the way, why did the NY Times give Bill Ayers an op-ed? Didn’t they refuse one to John McCain during the election?

Katha Pollit of all people, tells Bill Ayers to put it where the sun don’t shine

It couldn’t have been easy for Bill Ayers to keep quiet while the McCain campaign tarred him as the Obama’s best friend, the terrorist. Unfortunately, the silence was too good to last. On Saturday’s New York Times op-ed page, he announced that “it’s finally time to tell my true story.” Like his memoir, Fugitive Days , “The Real Bill Ayers” is a sentimentalized, self-justifying whitewash of his role in the weirdo violent fringe of the 1960s-70s antiwar left.

“I never killed or injured anyone, “Ayers writes. “In 1970, I co-founded the Weather Underground, an organization that was created after an accidental explosion that claimed the lives of three of our comrades in Greenwich Village.” Right. Those people belonged to Weatherman, as did Ayers himself and Bernardine Dohrn, now his wife. Weatherman, Weather Underground, completely different! And never mind either that that “accidental explosion” was caused by the making of a nail bomb intended for a dance at Fort Dix.

I am just amazed that she is so tuned in to reality.

- Aggie

Now we know where Obama learned to kick his friends to the curb: from a master:

What a lying crapweasel. Asked about the dedication to RFK assassin Sirhan Sirhan and other “political prisoners” in the Weather Underground’s “Prairie Fire” manifesto (first unearthed by investigative Internet journalist Zombie), Bill Ayers denies that it’s true — then goes on to express his “regret” for singling out the killer.

He concludes by asserting that he would dedicate the book today to millions of “political prisoners” currently behind bars.

Harriet Tubman from the grave:

“Don’t you put my name next to Sirhan Sirhan’s. What did I ever do to you?”

It would appear the last person in Chicago with any intestinal fortitude was Michael Jordan.

Yesterday, we noted that the once loud and loquacious among Barack Obama’s clerical entourage had lost their voices—only to magically rediscover them after the election!

Today, that cure has spread to Bill Ayers. Yes, Barack truly is the Messiah:

Whew! What was all that mess? I’m still in a daze, sorting it all out, decompressing.

For the past few years, I have gone about my business, hanging out with my kids and, now, my grandchildren, taking care of our elders (they moved in as the kids moved out), going to work, teaching and writing. And every day, I participate in the never-ending effort to build a powerful and irresistible movement for peace and social justice.

Where do you find the time, Bill? And you didn’t even mention the bane of my existence: laundry. Or does Bernardine take care of that?

During the primaries, the blogosphere was full of chatter about my relationship with Barack Obama. We had served together on the board of the Woods Foundation and knew one another as neighbours in Chicago’s Hyde Park. In 1996, at a coffee gathering that my wife, Bernardine Dohrn (also a founder of the Weatherman) and I held for him, I made a $200 donation to his campaign for the Illinois state senate.

That, right there, in six lines, is more coverage than the media provided in six months.

But Bill suffered so for his association with His Oneness—as too often happens to disciples of a messiah. Threats of torture and death—and that’s just from Dick Cheney!—and more hatred than any one man not named George W. Bush should ever have to endure.

But that which does not kill him makes him stronger:

In a robust and sophisticated democracy, political leaders – and all of us – ought to seek ways to talk with many people who hold dissenting, or even radical, ideas. Lacking that simple and yet essential capacity to question authority, we might still be burning witches and enslaving our fellow human beings today.

Maybe we could welcome our current situation – torn by another illegal war, as it was in the ’60s – as an opportunity to search for the new.

Perhaps we might think of ourselves not as passive consumers of politics, but as fully mobilized political actors.

Perhaps we might think of our various efforts now, as we did then, as more than a single campaign, but rather as our movement-in-the-making.

We might find hope in the growth of opposition to war and occupation worldwide.

Or we might be inspired by the growing movements for reparations and prison abolition, or the rising immigrant rights movement and the stirrings of working people everywhere, or by gay and lesbian and transgender people courageously pressing for full recognition.

Transgendered immigrant prisoners of the world unite! You have nothing to lose but your gold-plated chains!

What do we want? Wiccan rights! When do we want ‘em? 1692!

Yet hope – my hope, our hope – resides in a simple self-evident truth: the future is unknown, and it is also entirely unknowable.

…

In this time of new beginnings and rising expectations, it is even more urgent that we figure out how to become the people we have been waiting to be.

Now whom does that sound like? I know I’m pretty cynical, but it sounds to me like the Weatherman-in-Chief is out to prove those rumors true that he’s the ghost writer of Obama’s life story. And why shouldn’t he? Royalty checks are thin and shallow compared to universal adulation.

You mean the one who lived in my neighborhood (along Sweet Lou Farrakhan), the one whose book I reviewed, and with whom I appeared on the same panel—and whose office I shared?

Sure I know him—but this is not the Bill Ayers I knew.

Follow the links to get the whole story. Suffice it to say the only eight-year-olds involved are ourselves if we are naive enough to believe Obama’s… prevarications (I’m trying to be kind) on the subject of the Willard Scott of the 60s revolutionary movement.

Che Obama is free to associate with anyone he wants to—free even to lie about it—and we are free to elect him in spite of it all.

But I wonder if that sector of the electorate who voted against John Kerry, Al Gore, Bill Clinton, Walter Mondale, and Jimmy Carter (earlier voters are dead—which means they’re on the rolls in Columbus Ohio), and yet are improbably planning to vote for Barack Obama, know exactly whom they are voting for.

He’s Angela Davis without the ‘fro. (And Comrade Davis was honest enough to run for the Communist Party.)

Is it really racist to bring this up?

“I remember my mother’s pulling me from the tangle of sheets and running to the kitchen where my father stood. Through the large windows overlooking the yard, all we could see was the bright glow of flames below. We didn’t leave our burning house for fear of who might be waiting outside,” wrote Murtagh recently in City Journal.

It wasn’t personal. John’s dad was a judge presiding over a trial of some Black Panthers. John still remembers the red graffiti on the sidewalk the next morning: “Free the Panther 21; The Viet Cong Have Won; Kill the Pigs.”

As best he recalls, Bernardine Dohrn, who’s now Ayers’ wife, first claimed credit for bombing John’s home in 1970.

Read it all. Then ask yourself what it would take to get you to befriend Bill Ayers. What could he do for your pocketbook or your career that would make it worthwhile?

And, while we’re on the subject, think about your own life for a minute. If you were safely tucked away on a desert island somewhere, how would I be able to know who you are? If I wanted to understand you, but couldn’t get to know you personally, how would I do it? Could I talk to your friends? Your colleagues? Your religious leaders? Your business associates? Your relatives? Yes, that is how I could come to understand you. Now, can you think of anyone that you know that boasts such a rogues gallery of friends, colleagues, religious leaders and business associates as Barack Obama?

I thought not.

- Aggie

Though maybe a little more truth than he intended:

Sen. Barack Obama on Sunday charged that Sen. John McCain’s campaign is launching “Swift boat-style attacks” on him instead of addressing the country’s problems.

“Sen. McCain and his operatives are gambling that they can distract you with smears rather than talk to you about substance. They’d rather try to tear our campaign down than lift this country up,” Obama said at an event in Asheville, North Carolina.

“That’s what you do when you’re out of touch, out of ideas, and running out of time,” he said.

The comments come a day after Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin, McCain’s running mate, claimed that Obama associated “with terrorists who targeted our own country.”

Just as the Swift-boaters for Truth were right about Kerry (for the most part), McCain and Palin are right about Obama.

So what’s the big deal? Can someone find me the misstatement or untruth?

Bill Ayers was a terrorist who targeted his own country (and is proud of it); Barack Obama has been associated with him throughout his political life—ergo… you want to finish the sentence?

America is welcome to elect as president someone who associated with terrorists, who attended a black-separatist, America-hating, anti-Semitic church, who amassed one of the most liberal voting records in his less than four years in the US Senate, who got a sweet crib courtesy of a notorious Chicago slumlord, whose career as a community organizer presaged the subprime mortgage crisis which now threatens to sink the economy…

… as long as America knows what it is doing.

Uh-oh.

Normally I’m skeptical of this sort of thing, but this guy makes an interesting case

He thinks that Obama could not have written Dreams of My Father because he had not history of writing anything except “demonstrably bad poetry” and because he had to return his first advance because he was unable to deliver. Around that time he met Bill Ayers. Ayers has a memoir that is written in the same style.

So, read for yourself and see what you think. I’d say it is worth reading all three sections.

- Aggie