JABbering Stooge

Brits deny asylum for Iranian lesbian.

Tell me again how the More-Enlightened-Than-Thou Western world is NOT engaged in a Final Solution to the Muslim Problem™?

So Ibrahim, can you tell me, why did you come here?
What dream were you chasing, and what did you hope to find here?
Did you flee from your own native land because your life was in danger
Or were the reasons much more mundane, just poverty and hunger?

(Chorus)
Wrong path, wrong choice, wrong creed, wrong culture
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong dream and wrong colour

* With apologies to Eric Bogle.

Good God:

FAYETTEVILLE, Ark. - A woman being held as an illegal immigrant spent four days forgotten in an isolated holding cell at a courthouse with no food, water, or toilet, authorities and the woman said.

So it’s come to this, has it? At long last, Immigration Warriors™, have you no sense of decency?

Wrong path, wrong choice, wrong creed, wrong culture
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong dream and wrong colour

Update: I’m sure Lou Dobbs would get a stiffy from reading this story.

Update II: Okay, I know this is way late, but I’d like to welcome Orcinus readers to the blog.

The only thing Michelle Malkin peddles.

Two Minutes’ Hate
(to the tune of “What It’s Like” by Everlast)

We’ve all seen the vets at the protest march, like the Bonus Army
He’d been maltreated by contractors who were so smarmy
He was stuffed in a moldy room that was filled with flies
“This is why gov’t can’t do the job!” is all they’d reply

But God forbid you ever have to walk a mile in his shoes
‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues

Yeah, then you really might know what it’s like (4x)

Mary worked in a clinic that was named “Planned Parenthood”
Security had their hands full, but their mission was well understood
But three months later, the atmosphere turned so hostile
People called in bomb threats, sent fake anthrax to make it not worth her while
One day, late at night, some loser found out where she works
He leaves creepy voicemail, he tells all her neighbors and he makes her self-abort

But God forbid you ever have to walk a mile in her shoes
‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to choose

Yeah, then you really might know what it’s like (4x)

I’ve seen a rich man beg, I’ve seen a good man sin, I’ve seen a tough man cry
I’ve seen a loser win, and a sad man grin, I heard an honest man lie
I’ve seen the good side of bad, and the down side of up and everything in between
I’ve licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup and smoked the finest green

These jackbooted thugs hate dissent – they got the patriotism of a sheep
They wear it on their lapels, though it obviously only goes skin-deep

There was this kid named Graeme, who needed state help to pay for his meds
He dared to speak up, ask for S-CHIP renewal from the Feds
Then late one night there was a loud bang from beside his bed
Freepers had hounded and stalked, terrorized him ‘till he wound up dead
Now his mom and his dad are caught in the midst of all of this pain
“Facts don’t matter,” at least that’s what they say when they declare you “Fair Game”

But God forbid you ever have to wake up to hear the news
‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to lose

Yeah, then you really might know what it’s like (4x)
… to have to lose

So the ever-unhinged Michelle Malkin has taken to cold-cocking the Washington Post over a story on illegal immigration. She shows a photo of one of the deportees with gangland tattoos, and smugly declares "OMG, th3y’r3 4ll t3h fscking 3vil MS-13!!!!!!!!!1111!!!1!1!!!!!!!11!1!"

Update: I forgot to mention that Malkin complained that the Post was "downplaying of the violent nature of the crimes committed by nearly half of those on the plane." Keep in mind that this is what Malkin calls "downplaying the violent nature" of the crimes committed by some of the deportees:

Those who are deported often come to the attention of immigration officials only because they commit a crime.

Watching over them were 16 marshals, who had reason to be wary. About 45 percent of the deportees had been convicted of violent crimes.

And stretching a long leg into the aisle from seat 9C was Oscar Barilla, 25, whose chest and back were tattooed with the gothic letters and fearsome symbols of his gang, Mara Salvatrucha, or MS-13. Barilla consented to be photographed for this article, but, like the other 15 gang members aboard, he refused to be interviewed.

Assuming the 16 MS-13 members (15 plus Mr. Barilla) comprised the whole of the violent gang contingent on the flight, that means that only 15.24% of the deportees on the flight were members of a notorious gang (16 is 15.24% of 105), which represents only a third of all violent offenders being deported on that one flight. That’s not very significant. I guess in Malkin’s batshit crazy world, journalists must have every other sentence be "A significant percentage of deportees are violent criminals, most of whom are members of the notorious MS-13 gang" in order to qualify as "fair and balanced" journalism, even when it’s not the case.

So in "honor" of Malkin’s blatant racism, I present the lyrics to The Highwaymen’s cover of the Woody Guthrie protest song "Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)", because apparently, not following proper protocol to come here automatically makes one a good-for-nothing thug out to defile our precious bodily fluids and worthy only of death.

Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotten,
The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps.
They’re flyin’ them back to the Mexican border,
To save all their money then wade back again.
My father’s own father, he waded that river:
Others before him had done just the same.
They died in the hills and they died in the valleys;
Some went to heaven without any name.

CHORUS:
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita;
Adios mi amigo; Jesus y Maria.
You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane.
All they will call you, will be: "Deportee".

Some of us are illegal and others not wanted;
Our work contract’s out and we have to move on.
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border.
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves.

REPEAT CHORUS

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon;
A fireball of thunder, it shook all the hills.
Who are all of these dear friends, scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they were just ‘Deportees’.

REPEAT CHORUS 2x

In "honor" of the Holy-Roller-in-Chief’s decree that embryonic stem cell research is punishable by death will not receive government funds, and inspired by the bumper music on tonight’s edition of the Mike Malloy Show, I present the lyrics to a certain Monty Python classic:

DAD:
There are Jews in the world.
There are Buddhists.
There are Hindus and Mormons, and then
There are those that follow Mohammed, but
I’ve never been one of them.

I’m a Roman Catholic,
And have been since before I was born,
And the one thing they say about Catholics is:
They’ll take you as soon as you’re warm.

You don’t have to be a six-footer.
You don’t have to have a great brain.
You don’t have to have any clothes on. You’re
A Catholic the moment Dad came,

Because

Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.

CHILDREN:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate.

GIRL:
Let the heathen spill theirs
On the dusty ground.
God shall make them pay for
Each sperm that can’t be found.

CHILDREN:
Every sperm is wanted.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed
In your neighbourhood.

MUM:
Hindu, Taoist, Mormon,
Spill theirs just anywhere,
But God loves those who treat their
Semen with more care.

MEN:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
WOMEN:
If a sperm is wasted,…
CHILDREN:
…God gets quite irate.

PRIEST:
Every sperm is sacred.
BRIDE and GROOM:
Every sperm is good.
NANNIES:
Every sperm is needed…
CARDINALS:
…In your neighbourhood!

CHILDREN:
Every sperm is useful.
Every sperm is fine.
FUNERAL CORTEGE:
God needs everybody’s.
MOURNER #1:
Mine!
MOURNER #2:
And mine!
CORPSE:
And mine!

NUN:
Let the Pagan spill theirs
O’er mountain, hill, and plain.
HOLY STATUES:
God shall strike them down for
Each sperm that’s spilt in vain.

EVERYONE:
Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed
In your neighbourhood.

Every sperm is sacred.
Every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted,
God gets quite iraaaaaate!

This is interesting. According to Wikipedia, the song One Tin Soldier is a 60s anti-war folk song. My first encounter with the song was in church camp in the summer of 1995. I grew up, more or less, in the Disciples of Christ denomination, and our church, along with several other Disciples Churches in central and south Texas (as far south as Corpus Christi) sent their high school-age kids to three such events during the year - two weekend camps (one in the fall, around October, one in the Spring around March) and one week-long camp in early June. From the first time we sang the song that summer, the song struck a chord with me, if you will. Now that I know that it was an anti-war ballad, it has become all that more important to me.

In case you’re wondering here are the lyrics:

Listen children to a story that was written long ago
‘Bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley folk below.
On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone,
And the valley people swore they’d have it for their very own.

CHORUS:
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven, (you can) justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowin’ come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they’d kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom: "With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there."

REPEAT CHORUS

Now the valley cried with anger; mount your horses, draw your sword,
And they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure on the mountain, dark and red,
Turned the stone and looked beneath it. "Peace on earth" was all it said.

REPEAT CHORUS

(See original post on the old blog here - originally posted Apr. 10, 2006 4:30 PM)