Monday’s Column: Partial Birth Abortion Ban Upheld, Planned Parenthood Unhinged

Today’s column at WorldNetDaily revolves around last week’s Supreme Court ruling upholding the ban on partial birth abortion.

I basically wanted to thank those who made it happen — some members of Congress, the Court, and President Bush. Without Bush’s appointees to the Supreme Court, this wouldn’t have been possible. I spend a good deal of time criticizing all of the above, but they deserve praise for standing up for this one. I also discuss a bit of the reaction from the other side of the aisle, and guffaw at the outrage.

Read a bit about it in “Unborn babies thank you, Mr. President.”

No Bush Bashing at the White House Correspondents Dinner? Oh the Horror!

Last year, Stephen Colbert gave his somewhat controversial performance at the White House Correspondent’s Dinner that had the left roaring. It had its moments to be sure. This year, things will be different.

Steve Scully is the president of the White House Correspondents Association, and he chose Colbert as last year’s comedian, and this year he chose impressionist Rich Little. The choice of Little surprised me a bit. Why? Well, I wasn’t sure he was still alive for starters.

Little has said that he’ll stick to impressions and not get political. In other words, no Bush bashing.

Markos Moulitsas Zuniga of the lib blog The Daily Kos accuses Scully of “cozying up to the Bush administration.” Sure, just like he did by picking Colbert last year.

Aw shucks, we’re not going to see the president set up like a bowling pin again? Sorry Markos. Maybe next year Scully will pick Michael Moore.

Busta Crimes: Hillary Takes the Rap, Imus Takes the Heat

Late this week, Hillary Clinton headed over to Jersey to meet with the Rutgers women’s basketball coach, Vivian Stringer. The coach has signed a book deal after guiding her team to a stunning victory over Don Imus, with the help of pointless guard Al Sharpton and strong-arm forward Jesse Jackson.

We shouldn’t judge people by the color of their skin, but it’s perfectly acceptable to judge them on the thickness of it, so draw your own conclusions based on the reactions to Imus’ comment.

Oddly enough, the people at which Imus’ “nappy headed hos” comment was directed weren’t the most offended, and weren’t the first to receive an apology — the latter is the purpose of Jackson and Sharpton, African-American apology receptacles and self-appointed spokespeople for tens of millions of potential publicity and extortion tools, known to the rest of the world as “black people.”

Of course, wherever there’s a “victim,” you’ll find a politician milking publicity from it, not to mention money and votes — and nobody can yank on the political teat of a cash cow like a Clinton.

Imus was fired from his radio show and television simulcast for his idiotic utterance, which Hillary called “small-minded bigotry and coarse sexism,” but it would appear that the biggest mistake Imus made was having never hosted a Hillary fundraiser. If he had, he may have been thanked and not fired.

Colbert I. King writes at the Washington Post:

Put me in the camp of those who implore Sen. Hillary Clinton to give it back — “it” being the reported $800,000 that’s sitting in her presidential campaign coffers thanks to a fundraiser hosted in her honor March 31 in the Pinecrest, Fla., home of a huge Clinton fan who refers to himself as Timbaland…

…Check out Timbaland’s latest album, “Timbaland Presents Shock Value.”

Here are lyrics from the track “Come and Get Me”:

“Nigga Your Time Is Up, I Aint Come To Kid You
I Knew You Niggas Was Dumb, But How Dumb Is You . . .
I’m A Ride Or Die Nigga, I Be Tearing [expletive] Up
We Aint Like Them Other Fools, Who Don’t Compare To Us
All The Hoes Love A Nigga, They be Backing It Up
But Me I Love Money I Be Stacking It Up . . .
I’m Rich I Can Pay To Have You Six Feet Deep (Nigga)”

This list of offensive lyrics goes on, the check from Timbaland goes in Hillary’s bank, and Don Imus goes in the unemployment line.

What will Hillary’s defense be for accepting the Timbaland money? Well, at no point, you’ll notice, did he mention the Rutgers women’s basketball team.

New legal allegations against Hillary combined with her hypocrisy on racial slurs might force her to officially switch to her rap name, Busta Crimes.

If Alec Calls, Better Not Pick Up

Regular readers here know that Alec Baldwin is the Patron Saint of this blog and the inspiration for PETAB, the People for the Ethical Treatment of Alec Baldwin. I like to keep up with Alec’s exploits because his silly liberal rants are chock-full-o-funny, but now I’m finding myself in unfamiliar territory with Baldwin — I feel sorry for him.

Alec has made news not only for his acting, but for saying during the Clinton impeachment hearing that, in the good old days, Henry Hyde’s family would be “stoned to death.” He said if Bush was elected, he’d leave the country. Well, Bush was elected, Baldwin’s still here, and Kim Basinger left Alec. Somebody got confused. Whatever.

Baldwin also suggested that the new Yankee Stadium be built at Ground Zero in New York — presumably so it would be known in years to come as “The house that Thorazine built.”

Now it sounds like Alec’s going after his own family. Any of us with kids know of the frustrations. Heck, there are days when I’ve seen “Mommy Dearest” and thought to myself, “yeah, so what’s the problem?” Those engaged in custody battles know of the frustrations to an even greater degree. But the difference between “tough parenting” and “perpetuating the problem” can be heard in a voicemail that has been made public, presumably by Alec’s ex, Kim Basinger.

Neither the call, nor the release of the tape (direct link to the audio is here), was a particularly humane thing to do, so I can’t take sides on this one. Calling your eleven year old daughter a “thoughtless little pig” because she’s being alienated from her father by her mother isn’t obviously textbook parenting, but there are always two sides to every story, and the path to Lunacy is often paved with past injustice. Unfortunately for Alec, judges often don’t care about both sides or pavement, as his visitation rights have been suspended and he can’t have contact with his child. In other words, “business as usual” it sounds like.

The Baldwin/Basinger divorce has been a public and particularly nasty one. In watching the ongoing battles between Kim and Alec and trying to decide which one is the nut, I’m reminded of the guy on the basketball court in the movie “White Men Can’t Jump” who’s trying to decide which story to believe, and finally concludes, “Both you motherf*$%#*s are crazy.”

Unfortunately, as is usually the case, the kid is caught in the middle. This will be the case universally until the term “civil divorce” is no longer an oxymoron.

(h/t to Kitty)

Update: Mike Lasalle, the editor of MensNewsDaily, is doing some audio versions of some commentaries posted on that site, including the above. Click here and then click “audio” to listen. Mike should host a talk show. I’d say he’s ready for NPR, but I don’t want to insult the guy.

Harry Reid: Strength, Resolve, and Other Things He Lacks

It’s over. Harry Reid’s boarding the USS Misery, grabbing a pen, and signing the surrender papers:

The war in Iraq “is lost” and a US troop surge is failing to bring peace to the country, the leader of the Democratic majority in the US Congress, Harry Reid, said Thursday.

It’s this kind of backbone and unwavering leadership that leads to great victory… for our enemies.

If Bush wants Reid to back this fight, he’ll have to offer Harry free ringside seats and a piece of the action.

"Thanks, Don": Help Rutgers Coach Pick a Book Title

The Rutgers women’s basketball coach, in the public eye for Don Imus calling her team names, has signed a book deal.

Somebody at has already taken the title, “Don Imus Calling Us Nappy-Headed Hos Is the Best Thing to Ever Happen to Me,” but I’m sure we can do better than that.

I think a simple “Thanks, Don” should do it, because “I should have told team that if being called a name by a shaggy radio doofus ruins your life, it was ruined before he even said it” is a little too long.

“Thanks, Don”: Help Rutgers Coach Pick a Book Title

The Rutgers women’s basketball coach, in the public eye for Don Imus calling her team names, has signed a book deal.

Somebody at has already taken the title, “Don Imus Calling Us Nappy-Headed Hos Is the Best Thing to Ever Happen to Me,” but I’m sure we can do better than that.

I think a simple “Thanks, Don” should do it, because “I should have told team that if being called a name by a shaggy radio doofus ruins your life, it was ruined before he even said it” is a little too long.

"Psycho TV" May Need Its Own Network

There’s no telling how many unhinged wackos are out there now preparing — whether they indend to ultimately mail them or not — their own multi-media extravaganzas that the media will gladly air.

Call me silly, but I have a major problem with helping inhuman slimeballs achieve their ultimate wet dream, even if it is after they’re dead.

Cho Seung-Hui, the man who is now on the proper side of the dirt but much too late, sent what amounts to a psychotic Power-Point presentation to NBC. At first, I was naive enough to hope that NBC would show some deference to the victims families and at least delay what was no doubt the final wish of this piece of hell fodder who is now roosting on the working end of Satan’s fork. But NBC, after having received the package, almost immediately put the material on the air.

Yes, it’s important for us to see what these people are all about, but just the same, I fear one result of this multi-media exposure will be more of the target markets for the straight-jacket firing up their video cameras, knowing they’re making their own television show for the ages, hosted by Stone Phillips.

Of course, no matter what, the fault lies with the murderer, but still, I’m afraid “Psycho TV” may end up needing its own network if so many continue to mis-diagnose what makes somebody like Cho Seung-Hui make national news in the first place — namely disarming the innocent via the same liberal psychobabble that allows the mentally ill to roam free.