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A-li! A-li! A-li!

What’s that? Is The Greatest making a comeback? Another “Thrilla in Manilla?”

More like a “Puss-out at Brandeis”. Aggie told you the story yesterday.

This is Ayaan Hirsi Ali’s take:

Yesterday Brandeis University decided to withdraw an honorary degree they were to confer upon me next month during their Commencement exercises. I wish to dissociate myself from the university’s statement, which implies that I was in any way consulted about this decision. On the contrary, I was completely shocked when President Frederick Lawrence called me — just a few hours before issuing a public statement — to say that such a decision had been made.

When Brandeis approached me with the offer of an honorary degree, I accepted partly because of the institution’s distinguished history; it was founded in 1948, in the wake of World War II and the Holocaust, as a co-educational, nonsectarian university at a time when many American universities still imposed rigid admission quotas on Jewish students. I assumed that Brandeis intended to honor me for my work as a defender of the rights of women against abuses that are often religious in origin. For over a decade, I have spoken out against such practices as female genital mutilation, so-called “honor killings,” and applications of Sharia Law that justify such forms of domestic abuse as wife beating or child beating. Part of my work has been to question the role of Islam in legitimizing such abhorrent practices. So I was not surprised when my usual critics, notably the Council of American-Islamic Relations (CAIR), protested against my being honored in this way.

What did surprise me was the behavior of Brandeis. Having spent many months planning for me to speak to its students at Commencement, the university yesterday announced that it could not “overlook certain of my past statements,” which it had not previously been aware of. Yet my critics have long specialized in selective quotation — lines from interviews taken out of context — designed to misrepresent me and my work. It is scarcely credible that Brandeis did not know this when they initially offered me the degree.

What was initially intended as an honor has now devolved into a moment of shaming. Yet the slur on my reputation is not the worst aspect of this episode. More deplorable is that an institution set up on the basis of religious freedom should today so deeply betray its own founding principles. The “spirit of free expression” referred to in the Brandeis statement has been stifled here, as my critics have achieved their objective of preventing me from addressing the graduating Class of 2014. Neither Brandeis nor my critics knew or even inquired as to what I might say. They simply wanted me to be silenced. I regret that very much.

Not content with a public disavowal, Brandeis has invited me “to join us on campus in the future to engage in a dialogue about these important issues.” Sadly, in words and deeds, the university has already spoken its piece. I have no wish to “engage” in such one-sided dialogue. I can only wish the Class of 2014 the best of luck — and hope that they will go forth to be better advocates for free expression and free thought than their alma mater.

I take this opportunity to thank all those who have supported me and my work on behalf of oppressed woman and girls everywhere.

A thorough and well-deserved evisceration.

Or, as Mark Steyn puts it:

As for Brandeis president Frederick Lawrence and the others who took this decision, nobody’s asking them to be as brave as Ayaan Hirsi Ali. They will never know what it’s like to have their associates murdered and to be forced into living under armed guard. They will never have to “share the risk” that Ms Hirsi Ali faces every day of her life. All that was required of President Lawrence & Co was that they not be total craven, jelly-spined squishes who fold like a cheap Bedouin tent at the first hint of pressure.

But Lawrence couldn’t even do that. Ayaan Hirsi Ali campaigns against female genital mutilation – that’s to say, the barbarous practice by which Muslim men deny women sexual pleasure by having their clitorises cut off. Lawrence and the other fellows who run Brandeis are in no danger of any equivalent procedure since it seems clear they’ve nothing down there to chop off anyway. The eunuchs of the American academy are the beneficiaries of western liberty, of the spirit of openness and inquiry that is the principal difference between us and the intellectually stagnant Muslim world. But they will not lift a finger to defend that tradition.

Remember when Islam put out a contract on Salman Rushdie? That flea-infested Assatollah Khomeini ordered zombie followers to bring him the head—the actual head—of the author of The Satanic Verses for daring to disparage the religion or the prophet or whatever. There was plenty of spinelessness then too, but I seem to recall people wearing “I Am Salman Rushdie” buttons in solidarity. (Though curiously I can’t find any images on line.)

At Brandeis, they’re wearing buttons that say “Ayaan Hirsi Who?” and “Clitorectomy For Thee, Not For Me”.

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Obama’s War On Women

Or More Good News From The ObamaEconomy

The number of women who were unemployed in the United States climbed 180,000 in March, according to data from the Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS).

In March, there were 4,850,000 unemployed women, 180,000 more than the 4,670,000 American women were unemployed in February, according to BLS.

At the same time, the unemployment rate for women rose from 6.4 percent in February to 6.6 percent in March.

To be counted as unemployed, a person must have actively sought a job in the last four weeks and be part of what BLS calls the civilian noninstitutional population (meaning a person is 16 or older and not on active duty in the military or in an institution such as a prison, mental hospital or nursing home).

The number of American women who had jobs dropped 133,000 from February to March, declining from 68,458,000 to 68,325,000.

From February to March, the number of women in the civilian noninstitutional population increased by 84,000, climbing from 127,779,000 to 127,863,000. Of those 127,863,000 women in the civilian noninstitutional population, 73,175,000 participated in the civilian labor force, meaning they either had a job or actively sought one in the past four weeks. That put the labor force participation rate for women at 57.2 percent in March–the same as it was in February.

ETC. More at the link. But we can truthfully say that Obama has a War on Women (I wonder if we are stacked in binders somewhere?) and that anyone who goes to war against women is attacking The Children. Because a lot of those women are single providers, of course. And a distressed, desperate mom is not the Best She Can Be… Why, oh why, are we doing this to the children? Ask your Progressive friends. Maybe they understand the answer, I sure don’t.

- Aggie

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My Defense of Michelle Obama

Trust me, this is going to hurt me more than it is you:

Writing in the New Republic, former White House West Wing press aide Reid Cherlin goes pretty far out on a limb for a former in-guy with the Obama towel-whipping society, describing First Lady Michelle Obama as a controlling yet sometimes fickle East Wing boss who has created an unhappy work environment.

I credit Mrs. BTL for installing a sexism BS detector in my head. Women are often described in critical terms for the same traits that win men praise. Always, if you ask the missus.

So let’s tread carefully:

Apparently, all that spontanaiety you see from Michelle takes a lot of planning.

The first lady’s office can be a confining, frustrating, even miserable place to work. Jealousy and discontentment have festered, as courtiers squabble over the allocation of responsibility and access to Mrs. Obama, both of which can be aggravatingly scarce. Fueling these sentiments, according to former East Wing insiders, is the exacting but often ambivalent leadership style of the first lady herself.

Unlike her husband, who derives visible satisfaction from his ability to improvise, Mrs. Obama depends on structure to support her public warmth—the ease with which she’ll pick up a hula-hoop, say, or do the Dougie with school kids.

The imperative to guarantee results could be paralyzing. “That was the pressure on us,” one ex-aide told me. “‘Don’t do it if it’s not going to be perfect.’” Staff knew that every event should produce positive coverage, and that all the angles had to be exhaustively researched and gamed out (not easy with a team of less than 30).

But it was never completely clear what the standard of perfection should be. “There’s no barometer: The first lady having the wrong pencil skirt on Monday is just as big of a fuck-up as someone speaking on the record when they didn’t mean to or a policy initiative that completely failed,” says another former aide. “It just made you super anxious.”

Former staffers describe a high-stress, high-stakes workplace, in which Mrs. Obama scrutinized the smallest facets of her schedule. Aides in both wings of the White House say she insists on planning every move months in advance and finalizing speeches weeks ahead of time—a rigidity nearly unheard of in today’s chaotic political environment.

“For her, trust is huge, really feeling like people were protecting and thinking about her,” says one alum. “And then, also, she’s a lawyer. She’s really disciplined. She cares about the details. She’s never going to wing it.”

Imagine the first black First Lady of the United States wanting to be the personification of perfection! Imagine her holding to account the people on whom she relies!

There’s plenty I don’t like about Michelle Obama—her politics first and foremost. I’m also tired of her hectoring tone. (A-WOO-GAH! A-WOO-GAH! Sexism alert!!) Her bossiness. (CRACK!!! That just broke the detector.)

But I haven’t learned anything damning about her yet. Let’s keep trying:

All of this led to a culture of harsh internal judgment. Invitations to meetings with the first lady, in her office above the Jackie Kennedy Garden, became a vital status symbol, a way for staffers to measure their worth. “Every meeting was like an identity crisis, whether you got invited or not,” one former East Winger told me . . .

Whoever the chief of staff has been, Cherlin makes clear that the real power behind the throne is Valerie Jarrett, who gives the orders. Also very powerful is Sam Kass, who seems to have risen from Obama chef and gardener to all-round advisor and general-purpose guru.

They’ve become personal friends even intimates of the first lady, which Cherlin makes suggests, is what it takes to really succeed in the East Wing.

Talk about an unfair work environment.

BS.

What we’ve learned is that Michelle Obama is hypersensitive about her image. (What a bitch!) This makes her identical to any other woman not named Joan Rivers. Again, one could completely understand, and should certainly forgive, her compulsion to be a model First Lady (even First Mother), as she is the first African American to hold the position. While we might wish her to be more relaxed, more herself, she’s hardly in a comfortable position to do so. (Hey, maybe we’d rather she did not.)

We also learn that Mrs. Obama has her trusted intimates. That, too, is far from damning indictment.

I’ve had some pretty bad bosses, the worst of whom by far was a woman. She was irrational, temperamental, sharp-tongued, a nightmare to deal with in any capacity. But she was the boss, she ran the place. I bitched and moaned, to be sure, but my solution was to find another job. I did, and everyone lived happily ever after. (Except for my successor.)

We now return you to our regularly-scheduled First Lady bashing…

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Quieten Your Rodent, Mr. President!

Remember when Obama went to Egypt and spoke about…? Whatever? Himself, probably?

We don’t remember either, and it would seem neither do the Egyptians:

MEMRI’s translation is helpful, but I wonder of they heard what we heard.

This video came out, what, a week ago, and already:

You know what comes next, right?

Shut up your mouse, Obama—the remix!

On most days I think humanity has earned every pox and plague visited upon it by a profoundly disappointed God. But then I see this—Egyptians cursing Obama, leading Photoshop, t-shirts, and dance tapes—and I fall in love all over again with our terminally flawed species.

PS: Did I say Photoshop?

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Pervs Victorious!

Can I get me some patent leather shoes here?

The state’s highest court ruled today MBTA passengers have no expectation of privacy from “upskirting,” as the criminal case against a man accused of trying to sneak cellphone photos of female passengers up their skirts was ordered dismissed by a lower court.

Michael S. Robertson, 32, of Andover, was facing more than two years in jail had he been convicted. He could not immediately be reached for comment, but the SJC’s decision sparked calls for updating the law.

Robertson was arrested in 2010 for allegedly using his cellphone to try and take pictures up the skirts of a T passenger and an undercover transit cop.

His appellate lawyer Michelle Menken argued in her brief, “In light of the ubiquitous nature of cell phone cameras in today’s society, and the ease with which digital images are disseminated worldwide, the Legislature may choose to criminalize up-skirting … But this court is not free to give new meaning to the existing statute as a consequence of the changing times.”

There’s a Michael S. Robertson of Andover who’s a lawyer (big surprise). Wonder of it’s the same guy.

Rejoice reprobates! For the time being, not only is it “not illegal to be illegal in Massachusetts” (per Martha Coakley), it’s not illegal to be an illegal taking selfies up ladies’ skirts.

Let’s see you other crackpot states top that!

PS: And you don’t have to “accidentally” drop coins to cover your intention, like John Candy in Splash. It’s kosher.

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Why is This Man Smiling?

Do you have to ask?

What other men pay good money for, he gets for free:

Bill Clinton has really whore’d himself out this time — surrounding himself with real prostitutes.

Slick Willie probably had no clue … but the women Bill posed with at an L.A. charity event Thursday night are two star hookers at the famed Nevada Bunny Ranch brothel.

The brunette goes by Ava Adora and the blonde goes by Barbie Girl. According to her bio on the BR website, the blonde is very flexible and specializes in de-virginizing. The brunette “knows how to please a variety of both men and women.”

We have no idea how they got in to the star-studded Unite4Humanity charity gala — which honored Clinton along with several other philanthropic celebs like Robert De Niro and Martin Scorsese — but we can take a wild guess why they showed.

Bubba’s really on a roll — back in 2012, he got cozy with a couple porn stars at a gala in Monaco.

God we hope Hillary wins.

Porn stars? Really?

Really:


I loved your work in You’ve Got Male.

It’s easy to pick on Bill Clinton. Who else gets caught mugging for the camera with lovely women?

Well, there’s that.

And that.

Okay! Okay! We get it!

Enough!

Stop!

I’m done. (Ewwww.)

PS: JFK?

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Women’s Reproductive Health Update

Try not to let this spoil your faith in the abortion “industry”:

When women cried during the abortion procedure, Anderson said, abortionist Michael King would shame them. “These girls would start crying on the table, and Dr. King would say, ‘Now you chose to be here. Sit still. I don’t have time for this.’”

“One doctor, when he was in the POC [products of conception] room, would talk to the aborted baby while looking for all the parts. ‘Come on, little arm, I know you’re here! Now you stop hiding from me!’ It just made me sick to my stomach,” Anderson said. “The sound the suction machine made when it turned on still haunts me.”

“You have to have so many [abortions] a month to stay open. In our meetings they’d tell us, ‘If abortions are down, you could get sent home early and not get as many hours.’

“They would allow girls to have ultrasounds that were obviously way too far along [the legal limit for having an abortion in Indiana is 13 weeks and six days]. They said, ‘If they want to be seen, you just put them through, no problem,’ just taking advantage to make money.

“I was always getting in trouble for talking too long to the girls, asking if they were sure they wanted to do this.

“It was absolutely miserable going in there.”

Like parking tickets or time share sales, everyone’s got a quota.

I know researchers have done experiments to see how long people can keep doing something they know is wrong if they are compelled strongly enough to do it. That sounds like the case here.

“We didn’t know!” cry the ignorant. Sure you did. And you know more now. We all do. I still see the need to keep abortion legal, but also safe and rare, as the feminists have always sworn to believe. Hard to keep it rare if Planned Parenthood’s profits depend on dead babies.

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If Elected, She Will Not Serve…

…my dinner:

Democratic attorney and activist Sandra Fluke has decided against running for retiring Rep. Henry A. Waxman’s congressional seat, instead planning a bid for the state Senate.

“I am extremely moved by the outpouring of local and national support I have received since I announced that I was considering running for office. My entire career has been devoted to the public interest, whether representing victims of human trafficking or advocating for working families,” Fluke said late Tuesday night. “I am committed to continuing that fight in Sacramento, working to protect our environment, ensure our access to health care, and create the jobs that are desperately needed. While I strongly considered offering my candidacy for Congress, I feel there is a better way for me to advance the causes that are important to our community.”

Her entire career? She just graduated from law school a year and a half ago! What career?

In 2003, Fluke graduated from Cornell University with a major in Feminist, Gender & Sexuality Studies.

Studies that required a great deal of field work, no doubt. But don’t let’s go there again.

After graduating from law school, she moved to Los Angeles, passed the California bar exam, has been active in Democratic circles and has spent time working on issues related to the foster-care system and a living wage. Rumors have long circulated that she would eventually run for office.

Note it never says she actually got paid for her legal acumen. If I were in a pickle, I’d still call Joe Pesci over this dingbat any day. “Active in Democrat circles” is code-speak for “campaigned for Obama”.

You know Bill Clinton wouldn’t let the opportunity go to waste. (Though his eyes would be just above—and below—the waist.)

But who would choose to labor in Sacramento over Washington, DC? What gives there?

“I believe that the families and communities of this district — from West Hollywood to West L.A. and from Santa Monica to Torrance and beyond — deserve to have a fresh perspective from a new generation of progressive leadership in Sacramento, and I am eager to get to work fighting for the causes that matter most to our future as a community, state and nation,” Fluke said.

Hollywood, Santa Monica—you bet they need saving. Pity Malibu and Big Sur aren’t in the district. Politics is show business for ugly people, the saying goes. She gets to do politics for beautiful people. That’s the Cornell and Georgetown brain on display.

To be fair:

Fluke co-founded the New York Statewide Coalition for Fair Access to Family Court, which successfully advocated for legislation granting access to civil orders of protection for unmarried victims of domestic violence, including teen LGBTQ victims. Fluke was also a member of the Manhattan Borough President’s Taskforce on Domestic Violence and numerous other New York City and New York State coalitions that successfully advocated for policy improvements impacting victims of domestic violence. While in New York City, she worked for Sanctuary for Families, which aids victims of domestic violence and human trafficking.

If she’s against battery and slavery, she’s not all bad. I just don’t want to pay for her birth control unless I get a piece of the action. Is that so wrong?

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Slutwatch

I don’t want to get all Rush Limbaugh-y on you, but isn’t this called “sleeping your way to the top”?

Sandra Fluke, a women’s rights activist who came to prominence after conservative radio host Rush Limbaugh labeled her a “slut” for advocating government-funded contraception, is considering a run for Congress.

Fluke told KPCC that she is “strongly” considering a bid for the seat of Rep. Henry Waxman (D-Calif.), who announced his retirement earlier Thursday.

“I’m flattered that I’m being discussed as a potential candidate,” Fluke said. “A number of folks I respect very deeply have reached out today and encouraged me to run. I am strongly considering running.”

Limbaugh’s comments about Fluke came after she was denied the right to testify in front of a House committee about the federal health law’s contraception coverage mandate.

She didn’t have the “right” to testify. It was a hearing of clergy, of which she is not one, and her name hadn’t been submitted in due course. The Republicans who denied her “right” did her a favor, as the Democrats organized a fake hearing at which she testified. Thence her 15 minutes of fame (or infamy, if you prefer).

She was a 30-year-old student at Georgetown Law who demanded that a Catholic institution foot the $3,000 bill for her birth control. Never mind what Rush Limbaugh said, that’s what she said. Never mind what you think, that’s not what the Catholic Church thinks. And they don’t exactly make a secret of it either. Women (and their partners) who can’t afford prophylaxis are free to attend other law schools.

Ms. Fluke achieved whatever notoriety she has on the basis of her sex life, or at least its public airing. Now she wants to run for Congress on that “platform”. What a country, huh?

Still, a moderate cutie like Ms. Fluke in place of that bridge troll Henry Waxman will improve the look of Congress immeasurably. So we’re not opposed.

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Is She Cherokee Too?

If I can revive the Austin-Boston axis for a moment, may I advise our Lone Star friends that they can provide all the chapters and verses they want to prove that the lovely and talented Wendy Davis is a lying self-promter in pink tennis shoes.

Minus the tennis shoes, so was Elizabeth Warren. Who is now the Senior Senator from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

You have been warned:

[I]t turns out that part of Wendy Davis’s tale is fictionalized and the rest is told selectively.

She was divorced when she was 21, not 19, which wouldn’t matter, except maybe for the fact that she testified to it in federal court. But single teen mother fits so much better in a headline. It also wouldn’t be worth mentioning that she really only lived in a trailer for a few months—if she had actually been raised in poverty. Wendy’s family was middle-class, it turns out. Other details about her upbringing were also fudged. Her parents divorced, true, but her dad remained in her life. As for her mother’s supposed sixth-grade education, that was hard to square with recently unearthed yearbook photos of her in high school.

Wendy’s own marital history isn’t the feminist saga embraced by the media. After divorcing her first husband, she married a friend of her father’s, a man 13 years her senior named Jeffrey Davis. She had a child with him and then left both her daughters—Davis’s and her first husband’s—in his care while she went off to school.

Jeff Davis paid her tuition at TCU and Harvard—cashing in his retirement savings to do so—but Wendy apparently met someone at Harvard and the couple divorced. Jeffrey cited adultery in his original divorce petition. The final decree makes no mention of that, but a judge awarded Jeffrey custody of their daughter. The other one elected to stay with him.

“It was ironic,” Wendy’s second ex-husband told Wayne Slater. “I made the last [tuition] payment, and it was the next day she left.”

Look, who am I to people how to vote? I voted for Jimmy Carter. Twice. But I do think people should be acquainted with they candidates for whom they vote. Elizabeth Warren slipped into and out of her entirely fabricated Indian identity like it was a terry bathrobe. Her casual and intermittent ethnic impersonation struck some of those who were the real thing as “spiritual genocide” (oversensitive, perhaps, but walk a mile in their moccasins). In supporting abortion, Wendy Davis is in favor a rather more real genocide, though one the Supreme Court has managed to find protected by the Constitution.

That’s enough to win her the majority of women and liberals—hopefully not a majority of the Texas electorate. A few lies, whoppers, howlers, and resume embellishments won’t dissuade her Democrat base. In fact, the more absurd the lie, the more likely they are to believe it. Like our fellow Bay Staters who believed that someone whiter than Taylor Swift was Sacagawea on the inside. On the basis of cheekbones.

Hey, if we believe the president was born in Hawaii (and we do, we do), we’ll believe anything.

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Your Women’s Reproductive Health Story of the Day

Just as awful as you’d think (NB: not for the faint of heart):

A 21-year-old woman accused of killing her newborn son in the bathtub of her family’s Northwest Washington apartment was ordered Friday to undergo a mental health evaluation.

The suspect, Lillian Alvarado, told her father that the baby was born dead on Nov. 28, but the D.C. medical examiner’s office ruled Thursday that the boy was born alive and then was asphyxiated and dismembered.

Purely for clarification, how is this different from what is entirely legal before birth? I just searched for what happens during an abortion, and it sounds like this poor woman could open up a Planned Parenthood “reproductive health” clinic tomorrow.

We all have to live with some sort of hypocrisy on this subject—from the absolutists who would deny any rights to a pregnant woman or an unborn child, to the more nuanced among us, who would attenuate the rights one direction or another. But the greatest hypocrisy is to deny what abortion is.

Abortion is what this woman did, only fifteen minutes to nine months earlier. Why is she a crazed murderess when aborting women are smart shoppers (or whatever the word “choice” implies)?

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Who Do You Like in the Olympics?

It’s hard to bet against the Canadian men’s hockey team, and the Russian women’s curling team is pretty hot. Skilled, I mean.

Okay, hot.

But I really have to put my money on the Islamic women of the Caucasus. They’re going to blow the place up:

Russian security services may be looking for as many as four “black widows” dispatched to carry out terrorist attacks related to the Winter Olympics, including at least one woman believed to be in or near the Olympic city of Sochi, U.S. and Russian sources told NBC News on Monday.

Wanted posters distributed in Sochi, where the games open Feb. 7, describe at least one suspected terrorist — Ruzana Ibragimova, also known as Salima, the 22-year-old widow of an Islamic militant killed by Russian security forces last year.

The notices describe her as having a limp in her right leg, a left arm that does not bend at the elbow and a 4-inch scar on her cheek.

And she’s not married? She sounds like a catch! Actually, what she sounds like is your typical Taliban or Chechen mass-murdering wannabe.

So, just look for a shambling, crippled dame resembling Al Pacino as Tony Montana, with a left arm in a perpetual Nazi salute. Pardon my un-PC language, but how hard is that? They got a lot of those over there?

Maybe so:

On Sunday, a video surfaced in which two men from an Islamist militant group threatened to attack the Olympics, warning that “a surprise” is in store for President Vladimir Putin and tourists attending the games.

The men claim responsibility in the video for two suicide bombings last month in the Russian city of Volgograd that killed 34 people. The Olympic torch passed through Volgograd on Monday on its way to Sochi, where the games open Feb. 7.
“That which we will do, that which we have done, is only a little example, a little step,” one the men, from the Islamist organization Anars Al Sunna, says in the hour-long video, released Sunday.

“We’ll have a surprise package for you,” one of them says, addressing Russian officials. “And those tourists that will come to you, for them, too, we have a surprise.”

I’m always… well, not happy… yes, happy… when the rest of the world gets a taste of what Israel deals with every day. Maybe when Dagestan and Chechnya start naming streets, squares, schools after their “black widows” (as the Arabs still do after their heroine skanks, Wafa Idris and Dalal Mugrabi), they will learn how depraved these people are.

I hope the Israelis and Americans stay safe. And the Canadians. And the Russian women’s curling team. The rest of you are on your own. I’d eat my meals in my room if I were you.

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