Two Ugly Tales

From an ABC article that spans three pages:

Thirteen-year-old twins Lamb and Lynx Gaede have one album out, another on the way, a music video, and lots of fans.

They may remind you another famous pair of singers, the Olsen Twins, and the girls say they like that. But unlike the Olsens, who built a media empire on their fun-loving, squeaky-clean image, Lamb and Lynx are cultivating a much darker personna. They are white nationalists and use their talents to preach a message of hate.

Lynx and Lamb are homeschooled and live at home with their mother and grandfather, who has registered the Naxi swastika as his cattle brand.
One of their songs is “a tribute to Nazi Rudolf Hess, Hitler’s deputy Fuhrer … The lyrics praise Hess as a ‘man of peace who wouldn’t give up.'”

Ted Shaw, civil rights advocate and president of the NAACP’s Legal Defense Fund, says it’s heartbreaking to see children promoting such hateful garbage, and it is indeed heartbreaking to see children taught to espouse such vile ideas.

There’s even a record label for this little market niche, run by Erich Gliebe and called Resistance Records. Prussian Blue, the name of Lynx’ and Lamb’s group, is kind of ‘Nazi-light,’ for the younger set. Most of the albums Glieb markets are a little more hard-core, like the rantings of Shawn Sugg of Max Resist, which includes lyrics like “Let the cities burn, let the streets run red, if you ain’t white you’ll be dead.”

The ‘singer’ says, “I’d like to compare it to gangsta rap where they glorify, you know, shooting n****** and p*****g w*****s.”

Ted Shaw says some ideas are dangerous, “When you talk about people being dead if they’re not white, I don’t think there is much question that that is hateful.”

No question whatsoever. That is hateful, indeed.

Dr. Kamau Kambon would agree. He’d rather talk about killing white people. He spoke at the Black Media Forum on Image of Black Americans in Mainstream Media (Oct. 14 at Howard University). In his remarks he said:

And then finally I want to say that we need one idea, and we’re not thinking about a solution to the problem. We’re thinking about all these other things, but we’re not dealing with a solution to the problem. And we have to start to think about a solution to the problem so that these young brothers and sisters who are here now, who are 15, 16 or 17, are not here 25 years later talking about these same problems.

Now how do I know that the white people know that we are going to come up with a solution to the problem. I know it because they have retina scans, they have what they call racial profiling, DNA banks, and they’re monitoring our people to try to prevent the one person from coming up with the one idea. And the one idea is, how we are going to exterminate white people because that in my estimation is the only conclusion I have come to. We have to exterminate white people off the face of the planet to solve this problem. *tepid applause* Now I don’t care whether you clap or not, but I’m saying to you that we need to solve this problem because they are going to kill us. And I will leave on that. So we just have to just set up our own system and stop playing and get very serious and not be diverted from coming up with a solution to the problem and the problem on the planet is white people.

(transcript from the Lockerroom)

I tried to discover if these remarks also bothered Ted Shaw, but according to Google: “Your search – Dr. Kamau Kambon “Ted Shaw” – did not match any documents.”
I searched the AP to see if they covered this story, but if they did, I am missing it (they are a big organization, and all I did was search here, so maybe they did).

Michelle Malkin also notes that there is an intriquing discrepancy between the way the MSM covered Bill Bennett’s recent remarks and the coverage of Dr. Kambon’s speech.
We’d like to note that here in the Common Room the general consensus (first argued by the HG) is that Bennet may not have meant what the press tried to make it sound like he meant, but he was really, really stupid and should have chosen a different analogy. We are not sure how to make Dr. Kambon’s remarks mean anything other than what he said, and we are not sure why the AP thinks the musical antics of two fairly unknown blonde little pre-teens are more newsworthy than Dr. Kambon’s, especially since just last year he was teaching Africana Studies at N.C. State University- paid for by N.C. taxpayers. But then, the MSM does seem to have a fixation on pretty blondes, if you ask me.

My further take on this? Idiots are out walking around all over the place, but the media only cares about the pretty blondes.

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A ‘Father’ Speaks?

Over the last two or three days I have written two posts referencing back to an article published in the WAPO. I wrote about the Disappearance of the Disabled, and I wrote a post called Slippery Slopes.

The article which prompted these particular responses (although this is a topic I have addressed before) is The ABortion Debate Nobody Wants to Have.

Sunday night I read this response to Patricia Bauer’s article. You can read the responses yourself- they are online here.

Ross Kory responds, “I think it is important for a father to add his voice to the torrent of responses elicited by the painfully sanctimonious views of Patricia E. Bauer.”

Of course, we here in the Common Room believe that fathers are very important. But, you know, if it’s not a baby inside that womb, then a father is not involved. And oddly enough, in the hypothetic little scenario Ross chose to illustrate his point, there really isn’t a father:
“Does Bauer believe that a single mother of three supporting her children on a clerk’s wages should not have access to genetic testing?”

A selfish beast who has abandoned his responsibilities maybe, a sperm donor, perhaps- but not a father. We wonder if he knows the meaning of the term. We need not go on with this dreck, although you may if you wish click on the link to read it all. He has the chutpah to refer to Mrs. Bauer’s article as a ‘screed.’

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Carnival of Personal Finance

As a fitting complement to my recent posts on being poor, see the Carnival of Personal Finance- financial tips for everybody, everything from cooking at home to the best investment tips. Consumerism Commentary hosts it this week, and it’s a full carnival.

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Being Poor, part Three

Part one is here.
Part Two

So, when last we met in this story, our hymn humming social worker wanted to know how we were managing to survive on the nonexistant income that we had, and we wanted to know where our next meal was coming from.

We told the social worker that quite honestly, we did not know how we’d been getting by. We’d sold some things, but we had nothing left to sell. Family had helped some, but we did not want to ask them to help more- this was not entirely honest. Family had helped some, but we had not asked, and we did not want to ask. We were ashamed and too proud to ask them, so we preferred to go withour hands out to the state. But we did not explain this to our case-worker.

We just explained that we didn’t want to be a burden to our family, and all our resources were used up and we did not want to do next. He nodded his head and explained that ordinarily when somebody applied for food stamps, paperwork had to be processed and then we would have to wait to get something in the mail telling us whether or not we were approved. However, since we were in such sad shape, he was authorized to give us some vouchers that we could use that afternoon to go get some food. He was really a very nice man. We had a pleasant conversation and somehow it came out that he went to church nearby, and he was very pleased when we told him that we were Christians. While we visited with him another client came in to talk to another case worker. The client was very upset- she had five children and was living in her car, and she didn’t feel that she was getting the help she needed. Her children were actually in the car at that moment- and she’d parked in a no-parking zone directly in front of the building so she could see them at all times.
She was loud, she was crying, she was distressed and not altogether rational. The person working with her was calm, compassionate, friendly, and soothing, trying assure her that some of her fears were not realistic. I felt sorry for her, and I felt guilty, too, since we were using resources that maybe could have gone to help her or more people like her, and we were not as badly off as she was.
But I still put the foodstamps in my purse.

I wish with all my heart that I could remember how much we received in food stamps, but I just don’t. It was the maximum possible to a family of two. I cannot recall the amount, but I know I felt rich. We were able to eat very well on those vouchers. Not only could we afford meat, but we were able to have company over from time to time. We served soups, stews, and stir fries and not steak, but we did not mind. Sometimes I was even able to purchase snack items. I was bewildered when I would read that food stamp allotments were not enough to feed a family. We had no trouble covering our grocery bills, but then, I’d had some time practicing living off of much, much less.

YOu can’t use food stamps for anything except food. I don’t know if this is still true, but at that time if your change was for less than a dollar, then you received your change back in regular coins. So we learned quickly to carefully calculate or grocery bill to be just a few pennies over an even dollar amount, and by saving this change we had enough to buy things like laundry soap, deodorant, toothepaste, toiletpaper, soap, and similar items not covered by our food stamps.

I was still deeply embarrassed, however, to be on foodstamps. I had to walk to do the grocery shopping since we had no car. There was only one grocery store within walking distance. At least two people who worked there also went to church with us. I would carefully time my trips when I thought they would not be there, or I would make sure I chose a cash register as far away from them as possible so they would not see me pay with food stamps. Several times my plans failed, though, and one of them would relieve my cashier. Every single time that happened, I would leave the line, telling them I’d forgotten something. I would wander the store until they were no longer at the cash register. At least once I just walked home again with out my groceries, so humiliated was I to be on any form of welfare.

The Headmaster was able to get two part-time minimum wage jobs, and he put in as many hours as possible. One of his jobs was driving the truck for the owner of the newspaper recycling bins around town. He would drive the truck since the owner had lost his license, and together they would collect the papers, bundle them, and take them to the recycling place. Often people would toss magazines and books in those bins, mistakenly thinking as long as it was printed matter it could be recycled. The Headmaster would bring those home to me, one of the perks of his job. Most of the magazines were women’s magazines, brim full of recipes, nutritional information, decorating and craft ideas. I carefully tore out all the ideas I thought I would use.
I learned to make loaves of bread shaped like teddy bears, and those sold regularly through Granny Tea’s colleagues. I learned to make some Asian tasting dishes using sphaghetti noodles, and I learned to make my own salad dressing, saving us even more money. I studied those magazines, searching for every idea that might bring in another dollar or save us another penny. I still have most of those old recipes in a photo album.
The HM’s other job was at a convenience store, and it didn’t have any perks like that, but still, it really helped pay the bills.

Between these jobs, my careful grocery shopping, bread-baking, babysitting, the occasional twenty dollar bill from Granny Tea, and largely by the grace of God we finally saved enough money to make the deposit to turn on our electricity.

In a glorious cosmic joke, it turned out that no deposit was required. We’d just assumed we’d need a deposit because we’d needed a deposit before, on our first apartment. But we had to make a deposit on our first apartment because neither of us had utilities in our own names before. When we moved to a cheaper apartment to save money, if we’d asked them to just transfer our bill to the new address, they would have done that without charging the deposit fee.

So for at least three months we rose with the sun and went to bed by candlelight, lived out of an ice chest, and scraped and pinched pennies and saved penny by painful penny for a depost we didn’t even need. We did not know this because we never asked. We could have had electricity all along.

Are you seeing a theme here? Good.=) More in Part Four

Part one is here.
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Redux

Readers may also be interested in ‘Do Foodstamps Make You Fat?’
Or By An Ironic Coincidence, the first in a series of posts on emergency food preparation on a budget

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Being Poor, part Three

Part one is here.
Part Two

So, when last we met in this story, our hymn humming social worker wanted to know how we were managing to survive on the nonexistant income that we had, and we wanted to know where our next meal was coming from.

We told the social worker that quite honestly, we did not know how we’d been getting by. We’d sold some things, but we had nothing left to sell. Family had helped some, but we did not want to ask them to help more- this was not entirely honest. Family had helped some, but we had not asked, and we did not want to ask. We were ashamed and too proud to ask them, so we preferred to go withour hands out to the state. But we did not explain this to our case-worker.

We just explained that we didn’t want to be a burden to our family, and all our resources were used up and we did not want to do next. He nodded his head and explained that ordinarily when somebody applied for food stamps, paperwork had to be processed and then we would have to wait to get something in the mail telling us whether or not we were approved. However, since we were in such sad shape, he was authorized to give us some vouchers that we could use that afternoon to go get some food. He was really a very nice man. We had a pleasant conversation and somehow it came out that he went to church nearby, and he was very pleased when we told him that we were Christians. While we visited with him another client came in to talk to another case worker. The client was very upset- she had five children and was living in her car, and she didn’t feel that she was getting the help she needed. Her children were actually in the car at that moment- and she’d parked in a no-parking zone directly in front of the building so she could see them at all times.
She was loud, she was crying, she was distressed and not altogether rational. The person working with her was calm, compassionate, friendly, and soothing, trying assure her that some of her fears were not realistic. I felt sorry for her, and I felt guilty, too, since we were using resources that maybe could have gone to help her or more people like her, and we were not as badly off as she was.
But I still put the foodstamps in my purse.

I wish with all my heart that I could remember how much we received in food stamps, but I just don’t. It was the maximum possible to a family of two. I cannot recall the amount, but I know I felt rich. We were able to eat very well on those vouchers. Not only could we afford meat, but we were able to have company over from time to time. We served soups, stews, and stir fries and not steak, but we did not mind. Sometimes I was even able to purchase snack items. I was bewildered when I would read that food stamp allotments were not enough to feed a family. We had no trouble covering our grocery bills, but then, I’d had some time practicing living off of much, much less.

YOu can’t use food stamps for anything except food. I don’t know if this is still true, but at that time if your change was for less than a dollar, then you received your change back in regular coins. So we learned quickly to carefully calculate or grocery bill to be just a few pennies over an even dollar amount, and by saving this change we had enough to buy things like laundry soap, deodorant, toothepaste, toiletpaper, soap, and similar items not covered by our food stamps.

I was still deeply embarrassed, however, to be on foodstamps. I had to walk to do the grocery shopping since we had no car. There was only one grocery store within walking distance. At least two people who worked there also went to church with us. I would carefully time my trips when I thought they would not be there, or I would make sure I chose a cash register as far away from them as possible so they would not see me pay with food stamps. Several times my plans failed, though, and one of them would relieve my cashier. Every single time that happened, I would leave the line, telling them I’d forgotten something. I would wander the store until they were no longer at the cash register. At least once I just walked home again with out my groceries, so humiliated was I to be on any form of welfare.

The Headmaster was able to get two part-time minimum wage jobs, and he put in as many hours as possible. One of his jobs was driving the truck for the owner of the newspaper recycling bins around town. He would drive the truck since the owner had lost his license, and together they would collect the papers, bundle them, and take them to the recycling place. Often people would toss magazines and books in those bins, mistakenly thinking as long as it was printed matter it could be recycled. The Headmaster would bring those home to me, one of the perks of his job. Most of the magazines were women’s magazines, brim full of recipes, nutritional information, decorating and craft ideas. I carefully tore out all the ideas I thought I would use.
I learned to make loaves of bread shaped like teddy bears, and those sold regularly through Granny Tea’s colleagues. I learned to make some Asian tasting dishes using sphaghetti noodles, and I learned to make my own salad dressing, saving us even more money. I studied those magazines, searching for every idea that might bring in another dollar or save us another penny. I still have most of those old recipes in a photo album.
The HM’s other job was at a convenience store, and it didn’t have any perks like that, but still, it really helped pay the bills.

Between these jobs, my careful grocery shopping, bread-baking, babysitting, the occasional twenty dollar bill from Granny Tea, and largely by the grace of God we finally saved enough money to make the deposit to turn on our electricity.

In a glorious cosmic joke, it turned out that no deposit was required. We’d just assumed we’d need a deposit because we’d needed a deposit before, on our first apartment. But we had to make a deposit on our first apartment because neither of us had utilities in our own names before. When we moved to a cheaper apartment to save money, if we’d asked them to just transfer our bill to the new address, they would have done that without charging the deposit fee.

So for at least three months we rose with the sun and went to bed by candlelight, lived out of an ice chest, and scraped and pinched pennies and saved penny by painful penny for a depost we didn’t even need. We did not know this because we never asked. We could have had electricity all along.

Are you seeing a theme here? Good.=) More in Part Four

Part one is here.
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Redux

Readers may also be interested in ‘Do Foodstamps Make You Fat?’
Or By An Ironic Coincidence, the first in a series of posts on emergency food preparation on a budget

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Sunday Hymn Post

HALLELUJAH, PRAISE JEHOVAH

Hallelujah, praise Jehovah, from the heavens praise His Name;
Praise Jehovah in the highest, all His angels, praise proclaim.
All His hosts, together praise Him, sun and moon and stars on high;
Praise Him, O you heav’ns of heavens, and you floods above the sky.

Refrain

Let them praises give Jehovah, for His Name alone is high,
And His glory is exalted, and His glory is exalted,
And His glory is exalted far above the earth and sky.

Let them praises give Jehovah, they were made at His command;
Them forever He established, His decree shall ever stand,
From the earth, O praise Jehovah, all you seas, you monsters all,
Fire and hail and snow and vapors, stormy winds that hear His call.

Refrain

All you fruitful trees and cedars, all you hills and mountains high,
Creeping things and beasts and cattle, birds that in the heavens fly,
Kings of earth, and all you people, princes great, earth’s judges all;
Praise His Name, young men and maidens, agèd men, and children small.

Refrain

~Words & Music: The Book of Psalms, 1831, adapt­ed by Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick
Cyberhymnal’s midi file
Plymouth church of Christ has a Real Player version here- the tempo is a bit slow, the quality is scratchy, and you can hear a baby in the background at times.

Matt 21:16
Jesus said, “have ye never read, Out of the mouth of babes and nurslings God has perfected praise?”

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Sunday Hymn Post

HALLELUJAH, PRAISE JEHOVAH

Hallelujah, praise Jehovah, from the heavens praise His Name;
Praise Jehovah in the highest, all His angels, praise proclaim.
All His hosts, together praise Him, sun and moon and stars on high;
Praise Him, O you heav’ns of heavens, and you floods above the sky.

Refrain

Let them praises give Jehovah, for His Name alone is high,
And His glory is exalted, and His glory is exalted,
And His glory is exalted far above the earth and sky.

Let them praises give Jehovah, they were made at His command;
Them forever He established, His decree shall ever stand,
From the earth, O praise Jehovah, all you seas, you monsters all,
Fire and hail and snow and vapors, stormy winds that hear His call.

Refrain

All you fruitful trees and cedars, all you hills and mountains high,
Creeping things and beasts and cattle, birds that in the heavens fly,
Kings of earth, and all you people, princes great, earth’s judges all;
Praise His Name, young men and maidens, agèd men, and children small.

Refrain

~Words & Music: The Book of Psalms, 1831, adapt­ed by Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick
Cyberhymnal’s midi file
Plymouth church of Christ has a Real Player version here- the tempo is a bit slow, the quality is scratchy, and you can hear a baby in the background at times.

Matt 21:16
Jesus said, “have ye never read, Out of the mouth of babes and nurslings God has perfected praise?”

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In Which Something that Should Be Obvious But Apparently Isn’t Is Explained

No child, under the age of at least 13, should ever be given full responsibility for another life. Do not give your child a dog to “teach him about responsibility”, a live animal is not like an educational science experiment that a child can fail, learn his lesson, and move on- No harm done. A living, breathing, aware and rational animal will suffer the consequences of your child’s failing grade.

Nine months ago the shelter had three border collie mix puppies, all sweet and healthy and adorable, and a wealthy Idealist with three children (all under 11) came in to look at them. On personal terms, The Equuschick liked this Idealist, she was sweet and caring and wanted only the best. She had her three children with her, and after speaking about it with her husband she decided that she would get all three puppies, one for each of her children. So that they would each have one to “do something with.”
Well, The Equuschick & Co. had their doubts, but the shelter was full and the puppies were crammed in the cat room, and Idealist had the funds to fix and feed all three puppies, so a decision was made and the puppies left, and The Equuschick still had her misgivings.

All three of the dogs came back less than a year later. The children, strangely enough, weren’t doing anything with them. The dogs were all living in the backyard with nothing to do. Idealist was dismayed and disappointed, and told her children “nothing more than goldfish.”

If you would like your children to learn responsibility towards animals, teach them by example and be more responsible with life yourself.

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"These Are the Guys Who Want to Run the Internet…"

Ace and his crew are among the funniest, zaniest, wittist bloggers around. They are also sometimes the most unlinkable for a family blog like ours. Think Monty Python in the Blogosphere.

However, tonight one of Ace’s guest bloggers has collected some of the best links and some great commentary on yet another UN corruption story:

This is from the London Times:

The United Nations withheld some of the most damaging allegations against Syria in its report on the murder of Rafik Hariri, the former Lebanese Prime Minister, it emerged yesterday.

The names of the brother of Bashar al-Assad, President of Syria, and other members of his inner circle, were dropped from the report that was sent to the Security Council.

The confidential changes were revealed by an extraordinary computer gaffe because an electronic version distributed by UN officials on Thursday night allowed recipients to track editing changes. …

The final, edited version quoted a witness as saying that the plot to kill Mr Hariri was hatched by unnamed “senior Lebanese and Syrian officials”. But the undoctored version named those officials as “Maher al-Assad, Assef Shawkat, Hassan Khalil, Bahjat Suleyman and Jamal al-Sayyed”.

The deleted names represent the inner core of the Syrian regime. …

Mr Annan had pledged repeatedly through his chief spokesman, Stephane Dujarric, that he would not change a word of the report by Detlev Mehlis, a German prosecutor. But computer tracking showed that the final edit began at about 11.38am on Thursday — a minute after Herr Mehlis began a meeting with Mr Annan to present his report. The names of Maher al-Assad, General Shawkat and the others were apparently removed at 11.55am, after the meeting ended.

At a press conference yesterday Herr Mehlis insisted that Mr Annan had not pressurised him into making changes. “No one outside of the report team influenced these changes and no changes whatsoever were suggested by the Secretary-General,” he said.

There’s much, much more over at Ace’s site, and mercifully, at this point both post and commentary are clean enough for our family- no guarantees on that, though, and you should probably avert your eyes from the rest of the site if you are at all squeamish.
But this is an important story- very important- and ought not to be missed.

The title to this post, btw, comes from one of the commentors to the original post.

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More Signs of Robin Hood’s Influence

Besides the quarterstaff fighting and the fact that the boy is sleeping with his bow…

Tonight while roasting marshmallows round an autumn fire, the youngest of our brood looked over the fire and said, “Methinks we need more wood on this fire.”

Methinks Howard Pyle is the stuff that gives boys strong meat to grow on.

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