Judge Susan Bolton Says, “Not So Fast” to Arizona

I think it’s annoying that most people in the news continue to refer toArizona’s SB1070 as the “controversial” anti-immigration bill. First off, how can it be controversial when it’s supported by 70 percent of the population? Second, it’s not anti-immigration at all. It’s anti-illegal immigration.

I’ve never been a big fan of the Arizona law, but it’s not because I think it’s discriminatory toward Mexicans. I don’t like it because I don’t think there should be a reason for it. Deportation of illegal immigrants should be the federal government’s domain.

Unfortunately, the process of becoming a legal citizen of the United States has become so arduous that many hard-working people bypass the impossible system while the feds look the other way.

While the feds are looking the other way, some really bad guys come in too. Drug mules, slave drivers, kidnappers … shall I continue? Phoenix has the second highest kidnapping rate in the world. OnlyMexico City witnesses more kidnappings than the Arizona capital.

Most of the kidnappings and other violent crimes are attributed to Mexican drug cartels.

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Macacas, Mongrels, and Media Bias

President Obama was on The View this morning. I didn’t watch. Not out of protest or anything; it just didn’t seem like something that could possibly be of any interest to me. President Obama making an early campaign stop for 2012, Whoopi and Joy drooling all over him, Elizabeth trying to ask tough questions but not being able to do so, and that other chick that always seems to have a blank stare on her face.

Not exactly something I’m going to waste my limited time on. Instead of watching The View, I grocery shopped, did laundry, made beds, bathed children, cooked lunch, tripped over toys, cursed, told the toddler not to curse, and finally got them settled for nap/quiet time.

And then I started scrolling twitter, and I saw a few tweets that said something along the lines of, “Imagine if President Bush had called black people ‘mongrels.’”

Hmmm… who could it be? Joe Biden is always a prime suspect. Possibly Harry “no negro dialect” Reid, or Nancy “foot in mouth” Pelosi.

Turns out is was President Obama, during his View appearance.

When asked about his background, which includes a black father and white mother, Obama said of African-Americans: “We are sort of a mongrel people.”

“I mean we’re all kinds of mixed up,” Obama said. “That’s actually true of white people as well, but we just know more about it.”

The president’s remarks were directed at the roots of all Americans. The definition of mongrel as an adjective is defined as “of mixed breed, nature, or origin,” according to dictionary.com.

Obama did not appear to be making an inflammatory remark with his statement and the audience appeared to receive it in the light-hearted manner that often accompanies interviews on morning talk shows.

I find it offensive to apply the term mongrel to any person. It conjures up images of wild and feral creatures. I have been informed by a conservative black friend that this is not a big deal in the black community. The only thing I can say about that is that we have different definitions of “mongrel.”

The part of this story that really irks me is the double standard. In 2006, Republican Senator George Allen was thrown under the bus and dragged for miles because he referred to someone of Indian decent as “macaca.”

Come on, mongrel has to at least be as bad as macaca.

Can people stop pretending that the media is unbiased now?

P.S. I will happily print a retraction if the main stream media plays the clip over and over and uses it as proof of Barack Obama’s racism, as they did to Republican George Allen.

Sacrifice and Spending: Congress at Work

We are all feeling the crunch of a down economy. Even those of us that remain employed are getting pay cuts, or not getting raises to keep up with the ever-rising cost of living. Christmas bonuses? What are those again?

It seems that everyone is exchanging the steak for hamburger, dropping the cable, or camping instead of cruising.

It’s what we do as Americans. We pull up our big kid pants, put our noses to the grindstone, buckle down, and plow through difficult times.

There is always light at the end of the tunnel.

Yes, it’s hard. No, it’s not fair. Life isn’t fair, and no one ever said that it was. So we all sacrifice because people took out loans they could never afford to repay. We all sacrifice rather than cutting public spending for those that need it. We do what needs to be done, no matter how hard it is.

We all sacrifice … so that our elected officials can live the life of Riley.

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The Smart Girl Report – Episode 0038

Vegas Hangover Edition: I talk about Right Online and Carol Greenburg‘s infiltration of Net Roots Nation, plus Mike G. joins with hangover cures.

Who’s Johnny Chan?

Is he that action star guy? No? That’s Jackie Chan? Well then I’ve got nothing.

I was in Vegas this past weekend for Right Online, an activism training event put on by Americans for Prosperity. The weekend was winding down, and I was chilling in the casino with some friends. All of a sudden, one of them started practically buzzing out of his skin, and it wasn’t even the ADD one.

My friend Duke had eyes as big and round as those of a kid in a candy shop, and in shouted whispers announced, “That’s Johnny Chan! JOHNNY CHAN!”

“Heh?”

As if I hadn’t heard him, Duke excitedly repeated, “Johnny Chan!!”

“I heard you, Dude. Again-Who?”

“The poker player!” Duke went into more detail about the world tour poker player winner guy, but it was all Greek to me.

Famous poker player was all I needed to hear. Leif is a big poker fan. I had to get a picture with this guy.

“Which one is he?” I asked my posse.

Duke responded, “He’s right there; hands in his pockets.”

I glanced to a group of four Asian looking guys, and the closest one to me had his hands in his pockets.

Having not an ounce or shred of sensibility, I walked right up to the group, turned to the guy and asked, “Are you Johnny Chan?”

He laughed and said, “Some people think I am.”

“Would you mind taking a picture with me?” I asked politely with a plethora of smiles.

“Well, you can, but you might prefer to take it with that guy,” he laughed and pointed to the perturbed looking guy across from him. A quick glance confirmed that he also had his hands in his pockets.

It was obvious the guy was not happy with my interuption. They probably thought I was a silly white chick that thought all Asians look the same.

I turned squarely to Johnny Chan and said, “First off, I’m going to kill my friend over there that told me your friend was you. Second, I’m not sure if this make it better or worse, it’s not that I don’t know what you look like, I just have no idea who you are. Third, my husband is a huge poker fan, and he’d die if he saw a picture of me with you.”

There was a brief silence that lasted about ten years. Then Mr. Chan broke into a smile, extended his hand, and said, “Come here, Baby, let’s make your husband jealous.”

Some Famous Guy and Me

The moral of the story: Sometimes if you act like an idiot, you get your picture taken with celebrities.

Media Control Controls the Masses

I am not a journalist. I am a commentator. I present the facts and I offer my opinion. I try to be persuasive and logical, because my goal is to get readers to see my point of view, understand it, and even occasionally agree with it.

I don’t report on stories, as reporters do. Reporters report the facts, just the facts. They do not pick and choose their stories. They do not ask softball questions to public figures they like and grill those they don’t care for. In fact, they are so unbiased in their reporting that determining their political affiliations is difficult.

At least that’s how journalists and reporters used to be. That’s not quite the case these days. Reporters today get tingles up their legs when they listen to President Obama. Journalists call Sarah Palin an idiot, but laugh off then-Senator Biden when he said FDR went on television in 1929 to address the public. Household television sets didn’t exist in 1929, nor was FDR the President, just in case you needed a brief history lesson.

Personally, I wasn’t surprised to find out about JournoList last month. JournoList was an online forum created and controlled by liberal blogger Ezra Klein, and its membership was limited to “several hundred left-leaning bloggers, political reporters, magazine writers, policy wonks, and academics.”

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Keeping Our Skies Safe: Body Scans for Twelve-Year-Olds!

I must have missed the headline. Could someone please tell me the last time a 12-year-old girl detonated a bomb on an airplane in a suicidal terrorism mission in the name of Allah?

Obviously I missed a story somewhere, because apparently, pre-teens now pose a very real security threat to America.

From the St. Petersburg Times:

A Baltimore family is raising the issue [of body scanners] after their 12-year-old daughter was pulled out of line in Tampa and subjected to what they say was an embarrassing and unhealthy scan. The girl was traveling with an adult friend of the family, not her parents.

“Our daughter was scared and didn’t understand what was happening,” said Michelle Nemphos, the mother of the girl. She declined to give her daughter’s name. “In essence they conducted a strip search on a 12-year-old girl without her parents present to advocate for her.”

Or maybe, just maybe, 12-year-olds traveling from one U.S. city to another U.S. city with a friend’s family don’t pose security risks to our friendly skies.

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18 Is the New 40

With all things in life, moderation is key.

With two young daughters at home, I’ve had to think about random things like when they can go to the mall with friends unsupervised, when they can start dating, and when they can start wearing makeup.

I believe that the privileges of adulthood should be granted incrementally to children, as they mature and prove themselves worthy. I also want to teach them that life is what you make of it, and not to let other people’s expectations alter your own life.

Just because your twelve year old friends are dating, that does not give you permission to date.

I totally just became my mom.

It’s ok. I like my mom.

But what happens when we allow society to alter our children’s hearts and minds so completely that they lose their sense of self? We get eighteen year olds using Botox.

From the Associated Press (H/T Breitbart.com):

MANILA, Philippines(AP) – Filipino teenage singer Charice Pempengco says she prepared for her debut on the hit TV show “Glee” by getting Botox and an anti-aging procedure “to look fresh on camera.”

The 18-year-old Charice, whose singing career rocketed after appearing on Ellen DeGeneres’ and Oprah Winfrey’s talk shows, underwent a 30-minute Thermage skin-tightening procedure and Botox to make her “naturally round face” more narrow, celebrity cosmetic surgeon Vicki Belo told ABS-CBN television.

I doubt that a teenage girl got the idea to get Botox on her own. Shame on her parents, her manager, and any other person in Charice’s life that encouraged this procedure. The only skin-altering treatment a teenager needs is acne medication.

Maybe eighteen is the new forty.

Duets

Some things are just meant to go together. Peanut butter and chocolate. The beach and sunscreen. Tequila and limes.

Somethings do not belong together. A few days ago, I squeezed a lime into my rum and Coke Zero. Oops, make that my rum and vanilla flavored Coke Zero. It tasted odd, to say the least.

Remember the Friends episode when Rachel tried to help Monica make Thanksgiving dinner by making a trifle, but then mixed up the recipe with one for shepherd’s pie? Remember when Ross said the combination of jam, custard, and ground beef tasted like feet? That was funny.

While I’m sure that boobs and alcohol will sometimes work in concert together, I’m not sure that they should have their very own duet.

Besides, what happens as you sip sip sip your way to a flat chest?

From Fox News:

There’s now a perfect gift for the girl who has everything — including a desire to secretly drink while simultaneously getting a breast lift, the New York Daily News reported Thursday.

The Wine Rack, a sports bra with a plastic “bladder” that can hold an entire bottle of wine, is featured at the BaronBob.com website. “You won’t find this at Victoria’s Secret,” Paul Krasulja of BaronBob boasted to the paper.

“I don’t consider it fine looking lingerie. But it is a good looking piece.”

He won’t get many arguments about the good looking part. Basically the $29.95 device is a black sports bra with a polyurethane bladder inside and a drinking tube long enough to sip from. Add liquid, and the website promises you will “turn an A cup into double D’s.”

And where, exactly, would you want to sport this piece of equipment? The website suggests filling it with wine or cocktails and wearing it to “movies, concerts, ball games, even PTA meetings.”

Hmm, PTA meetings you say? Maybe I’ll get one after all…

Sexy? Who Me?

It’s hard to remember sometimes that I’m girl, and not just a cooking, scrubbing, taxi-driving, laundry-folding, and hair brushing wiper of small noses and hineys with chipped toenail polish.

But someone thinks I’m sexy! And smart! My head is swelling! My pride is bursting!

Pop.

Never mind. My two year old just drug her sleeve through bbq sauce and flung it all over the dining room. Plus I think I smell something funky.

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