The Sanitization of Terror...

I read this in the paper a few days ago. Interesting stuff... for more of her semi-refreshing, semi-uncomfortable ideas, go to:
http://michellemalkin.com/

Stop Sanitizing Terror
Michelle Malkin

Three years ago, I wrote about a mock terrorism drill at a public school district in Muskegon County, Mich. Instead of Islamic terrorists, educators substituted Christian homeschoolers. Here was the description of the school drill plan:

"The exercise will simulate an attack by a fictitious radical group called Wackos Against Schools and Education who believe everyone should be homeschooled. Under the scenario, a bomb is placed on the bus and is detonated while the bus is traveling to Durham, causing the bus to land on its side and fill with smoke."

Flabbergasting, but true. In the wake of Sept. 11 and the jihadists' carnage against schoolchildren in Belsan, Russia, the school chose to prepare its students for an attack by Christian homeschooling "wackos," not Muslim suicide bombers.

Unfortunately, little has changed. Last month, New Jersey's Burlington Township High School held its own mock terrorism drill. "You perform as you practice," Superintendant Chris Manno told the Burlington County Times. "We need to practice under conditions as real as possible in order to evaluate our procedures and plans so that they're as effective as possible."

But the "real as possible" conditions included no bomb-vest-donning jihadists shouting "Allahu Akbar". There were no America-hating plotters enraged by the exsistance of Israel or driven to establish a world-wide caliphate. Nope. According to the paper, two local police detectives took on the role of hostage-taking Christian gunmen.

"Investigators described them as members of a right-wing fundamentalist group called the "New Crusaders," who don't believe in separation of church and state. The mock gunmen went to the school seeking justice because the daughter of one had been expelled for praying before class."

How many other jihad-white-washing mock terrorism drills have been conducted using tax dollars? How long before we mimic the British schools, where the Holocaust is being dropped from history lessons to avoid offending Muslim pupils?

American educators have been bending to the will of the grievance-mongers ever since the Sept. 11 attacks. Remember the jihad-sympathizing admonition included in the NEA's touchy-feely, post-Sept. 11 curriculum? "Do not suggest that any group is responsible" for the terrorist attacks, parents and teachers were advised.

But feel free to conjure up homeschooling "wackos" and Christian "New Crusaders" to avoid offending the Muslim lobby.

Here is a "real as possible" scenario. Last month, you'll recall, counterterrorism officials sent cautionary bulletins to police departments nationwide warning that suspected members of extremist groups have signed up as school bus drivers in the United States.

Who are these "extremists"? Hint: They are not Presbyterian, Lutheran or Catholic homeschooling wackos.

In Indonesia last month, a theological school was reportedly attacked by religious terrorists in Jakarta. The school was evangelical Christian. The terrorists were Muslim. In southern Thailand, attackers hurled explosives and opened fire on an Islamic school, killing three students. According to reports, police believe that Muslim insurgents staged the attack in an attempt to convince villagers that authorities were responsible -- a ploy to win villagers over to the insurgents' cause.

In our government institutions of perpetual ignorance maintenance, "D" is for dhimmitude. They are teaching our children all too well.
CREATORS SYNDICATE.






Discuss.

Healed

Life is never as bad as one thinks it is at it's darkest.


I have been blessed.



And now I need to study... for like 10 hours. :/

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I am angry at everyone and everything.

I'm hopelessly behind in school, and not for lack of trying.

I hate theatre because I'm going to be here until 11pm tonight, when class technically ends at 6pm, and should NOT start at 7.

I can't work because I need sleep and time to do homework, so I'm not contributing anything to our living, and yet I probably spend more than Jake does, even when I try to be frugal.

I have the flu. The aching, nauseated, exausted, stuffy, leaking, horrid flu.

I've seen Jake for maybe an hour's time (combined) since Sunday.

I've been so down that I feel impossibly far away from God. I know that He's where He's always been, but I can't find a way to get back there.

Spending time with Jake feels like spending time with a stranger, not because he's different, but because i'm a stranger to myself, and I have no idea how I got here.

I can't stand the thought of going to grad school.


Things will probably get better with much prayer, sleep, and face-time with Jake.
but
I'm feeling like my prayers never leave my head.
I don't have time to sleep.
Schedules leave no time with Jake.

The sky is very dark.

Joy

This:



makes me happy.

I'm so lucky that I got to marry the handsomest, funnest, smartest man in the world. :)

(Okay, so i might be tiny bit biased, but he is awfully good looking, funny, and wise. God is amazing like that... He took my wildest dreams and rolled them up into one wonderful 6 feet of man. I have truly been blessed.)

And.... now my study break is over. back to the grind... and unfortunately i'm not talking about the coffee shop.

theatre....

.... is ridiculous.

I have to drive all the way back to the Bapper today for a half hour rehearsal. Doesn't sound too bad, eh?

Until I tell you that there's a really good chance (about 97.4%) that they won't even get to the part where they run the act, and i'll have made the trip for nothing.

Last Friday, i was only supposed to be there until 4:30 (rehearsal starts at 3:30), and ended up being there until 6. The people who showed up on time to rehearse later scenes ended up sitting there until 6, when the class was over and every body got to go home.

Now, I'm not saying that Krista Jo has a bad system. Me not being there until 5:30 is a godsend in terms of getting laundry and homework done. But for poor, newlywed, haters-of-$3pg commuters like myself, a wasted trip is kind of a big deal.

I won't complain any more about today, though. Tomorrow, when I have to be there from 7pm until 11pm because she changed class/rehearsal time after we had already been cast and couldn't do anything about it, I will complain. Probably a lot.

I don't particularly enjoy being a whiner, and I usually hate other people that are, but this is ridiculous. I can hardly get any hours at work because of her new schedule, and the hours i do get are usually at 5AM after I didn't get home until 11:30PM.

Who cares, though, right? Eating and paying rent aren't everything, Miss Krista Jo-the-University-professor. Some people only get paid $8.00 an hour, and only get 10 hours a week max. Don't even worry about it. Casting people who aren't availible during class time is a much better solution.

the show must go on, right?

thanksgiving dinner

Our rommates woke up this morning and decided that they wanted thanksgiving dinner tonight.

We just finished.

I dont think i've ever been so full in my entire life. it was goooooooood though.

those mashed potatoes were bomb.com

i'm so fuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllllllllllllllllllllllll

if i die tonight, it was nice knowing you all.

shoes!

Jake just bought me the cutest shoes in the world!
Gather 'round, children, it's story time. :)
So. We were at Sears, just passing the time, and while he was looking for new work shoes I decided to try some stuff on, just for fun. I found some amazing stiletto/boots/grandma shoes (haha, i know, gross, right? they're adorable). I was so sad to take them off.... they made my feet so happy. :)
We don't really have the money for frivolous things right now, so i finally got over it and boxed them up. Jake saw them, though, and asked me if i wanted them. After debating and guilting with myself for a while and asking Jake's opinion, I decided to do the right thing and put them back. Right before I did, though, Jake looked at me with his beautiful brown eyeballs, and said, "Do you want these shoes?" I paused, shook my head, then nodded. "You'd better carry them, then." Oh man... So we bought them. I might have made a little scene jumping on him and kissing him in the store, much to the amusement of other men in the shoe section, but I was so happy!

It's wonderful having a husband who understands his silly wife's love of pretties.

Kaleidoscopic:

Etymology: Greek kalos- beautiful + eidos- form + English -scope 



an instrument containing loose bits of colored material (such as glass) between two flat plates and two plane mirrors so placed that changes of position of the bits of material are reflected in an endless variety of patterns.



There are so many different parts of me... and what I look like I'm sure is dependant on who it is seeing me. I hope that I may be reflected in a beautiful form- kalos eidos- no matter who is looking. 



This blog (if I remember to use it) will be a reflection of the little pieces of my life. Let's hope that when all is said and done they'll add up to something beautiful