Barack Obama wins a Golden Globe!
Recently, Barack Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. He said that he doesn’t deserve it, but that he will accept it. This Obama worship has gone too far. Let’s review a few things Obama has or hasn’t done.
Most significantly, Obama promised to end the wars in the middle east, pulling our troops out immediately. Instead, he has escalated the war, and will probably soon send more troops into Afghanistan, putting them in harm’s way. He received the award on the same day his administration considered sending up to 60,000 additional troops. It also happened on the second day of the ninth year of the war.
While campaigning, Obama promised an end to the Bush administration’s violations of our civil rights. He promised that he would repeal the patriot act. Recently, he reauthorized it. He also promised that he wouldn’t hire a single lobbyist. Instead, he has filled his administration with lobbyists, and former Bush administration officials, including Robert Gates, Bush’s Secretary of Defense.
On the campaign trail, he tried to project the image of himself as a Harvard-educated Constitutional Lawyer. Recently, Obama has become the first president to chair the UN Security Council. This violates Article I, Section 9, Clause 8 of the United States Constitution, which reads:
No Title of Nobility shall be granted by the United States: And no Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State.
I guess I shouldn’t feel surprised. While at Harvard, he wrote his thesis, entitled “Why the Constitution is Inherently Flawed.”
Obama has become the first president to deny meeting the Dalai Lama, the spiritual leader of Tibet, “To make China happy.” Consider China’s human rights record. Consider a country which employs child slave labor, shipping us poisoned products. Consider a country which prosecutes people based on their spiritual beliefs, harvesting their organs for sale to the highest bidder. Consider a country which has the power to destroy our economy. Why should we make them happy? Perhaps I just answered my own question.
Does this sound like a man of peace? I guess I shouldn’t feel too surprised, given that another adviser to Obama, Henry Kissinger, has won the award as well. It certainly seems interesting that the last American president who won the award, Woodrow Wilson, set up the Federal Reserve, an act he later regretted, and an act which has led us to our current economic crisis.
They should have given Obama an Oscar. I would have at least agreed with that – he can certainly act well. I mean that seriously, it takes practice to read well from a teleprompter. Many have expressed the opinion that Obama hasn’t even done anything, and indeed the Nobel comittee awarded it to him based on his potential to bring peace. As long as they want to give out awards for potential achievements, I want to invent a computer for the blind, why not give me an award? It would certainly aide my cause.
The title of this article contains a double meaning. He may as well have won a Golden Globe award for acting. The Globalists have certainly given him a Golden Globe of their own, making him the perfect figurehead, the kind-faced benevolent ruler for marching out the next phase in the New World Order’s agenda. If you feel similarly, why not nominate Barack Obama for the Heisman Trophy?
Update
I have since learned that Obama did not actually write the thesis I referred to earlier, though he did have some questionable professors. I apologize for any confusion this may have caused. I stand corrected.
Feedback on the new Coast to Coast AM Web Site
I sent the following letter to feedback@coasttocoastam.com, regarding their new web site. If you feel similarly, perhaps you would like to send a similar letter.
Hello. I have subscribed to Streamlink for years now, practically since it began. I became blind at birth, and use a screen reader. As the show has continued, I have watched the web design steadily degrade into an incomprehensible mess of flash and javascript. These things, while they may provide interesting eye candy, make it much more difficult to access the site for the blind, and anyone using alternative access devices, including cell phones. (Actually, I have a sighted friend, who finds the new site difficult as well.) I would suggest a link at the very beginning, before any flash or javascript nonsense, which allows one to access a standard no-frills version of the site. I would also suggest listen links which can open in any media player, irregardless of platform. I use Linux.
They call it standard HTML for a reason! Please take steps to make your site more accessible not only to the blind, but to all. If you cannot do this, I will regrettably have to cancel my subscription, as I cannot use it. Thank you for your consideration in these matters. I have to find another way to tune in now, so I won’t miss the show. I may as well turn on a radio.
An Evening at the Indian Restaurant
We have an awesome Indian restaurant near us called Sher-E-Punjab. I love going there, and this time I went with two friends. We have to go more often. Join me for an evening at the Indian Restaurant. Until they make it possible to send the smells and tastes of this wonderful food over the Internet, you will have to make due by looking at their awesome menu.
One friend and I arrived together, and waited for the other. She quickly arrived, and we took our seats. One friend and I both love Indian food, and the other has just started getting into it. I knew what I wanted, and we quickly reached a consensus for appetizers. We got some vegetable samosas, and some garlic naan! Awesome! The garlic on the naan tasted so fresh. I don’t know about you, but I could eat samosas every day! We loved the sauces too! For the main course, we all got Dal, a buttery lentil soup. The two experienced eaters got spicy, the other regular, but even that tasted spicy. That came with basmati rice, and the naan never stopped flowing. For drinks, we got mango lassi, which tastes great and helps quell the spice when needed.
As we ate, we overheard the conversation at the table next to us. A
guy and a girl started throwing around all these heavy topics,
including relationships, 9/11, philosophy, artificial intelligence,
and religion. I didn’t listen to every word of course, but I couldn’t
help but overhear snatches of conversation, and so wanted to join
in. At one point, the girl said something to the effect that
Christians don’t know about science, because they believe that when
they get to Heaven, that God will teach them about science. My two
friends consider themselves born-again Christians, and took offense to
this. As the lone Discordian, I maintained a noble silence. I try to
consider all views. I know a Christian who worked as a nuclear
physicist, so obviously he knows about science, but I also understood
the girl’s position very well. One friend said: “Forgive them Lord,
for they know not what they say.” I thought: “They’d say the same
thing about you.” She’ll probably read this, and i wouldn’t have a
problem expressing this opinion, because I still respect her view. I see a place for both science and spirit, I believe we need a science of the spirit. Without science, spirituality degrades into blind faith and blundering extremism. Without Spirit, science degrades into the rationalization of evil, and the advancement of eugenics. I just listened and considered all these points, but I hope the couple at the table will come across this blog one day. You never know.
At around this point, the spices started kicking in. I said that I felt almost like I had a buzz. My friend who also loves Indian food remarked how good quality spices do that. I agreed, since Indian chefs use fresh spices, and have a whole special kitchen for this purpose. I remembered after I got into a car accident in San Fransisco. I took my prescribed Darvocet, then took a second before leaving, since I didn’t want the effect to wear off while out. While at the restaurant, I ate some spicy chili soup, and I felt so high! I remember just sitting there, bruised and beaten in a wheel chair with a cast and a collar brace, and just holding my spoon and zoning out, just holding my spoon and zoning out and smiling. “Are you feeling funny from the medicine?” Mom asked. I said yes, languishing in a high I could legally and socially acknowledge. Yes indeed, good quality spices definitely do give you a little buzz, and the raw Cacao I ingested before leaving now synergized and produced something quite exquisite
for its kind. We do not program computers with artificial intelligence, we program them with intelligent artificiality.
We slowly finished our meals feeling quite satiated, and got confused over the bill. We figured out that we each owed $22 for the meal. I pitched in $23, because “That is just how a Discordian does things.” I got the last word without contriving. At that point, my cab arrived, and I bid my friends good night, and came home.
I hope you enjoyed reading about my evening at the Indian restaurant. Who knows, maybe the people at the other table will find this post. It always makes me pause and think when I have such a random once in a lifetime encounter, people passing in time making an unknowing impression. I can’t wait to go back. I love Indian food.