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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

How much is that dhimmi doggie at UN?

IRAN ENRICHING MORE URANIUM

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 In today's NY sun, President Ahmadinejad of Iran said it is “unlikely” the U.N. Security Council will take action over his country’s nuclear program.

    Iran has so far rejected a Security Council request that it suspend uranium enrichment by August 31. Mr. Ahmadinejad did not mention this deadline in remarks to reporters yesterday.

    Mr. Ahmadinejad yesterday challenged President Bush to a live and “uncensored” televised debate on “ways to get out of the standoffs.” Iran is willing to open a dialogue with America, the Iranian leader said, if the Bush administration changes its “attitude.”  

    If the August 31 deadline passes without an Iranian agreement to halt uranium enrichment, the U.N. Security Council will then be faced with the problem of whether to impose economic sanctions. China and Russia, permanent members of the council with France, Britain, and America, have expressed caution about taking such a step.

Russia and China expressed caution? Hey c'mon now fellas. Russia says it opposes sanctions on Iran. And China........ not happening. France? France is all geared up to start talking .....again. Yeah, cheap French double talk, that's the ticket to saving the free world.

    The U.N. International Atomic Energy Agency in Vienna said June 8 that it cannot be sure that Iran is not hiding a nuclear-weapons program. Iran concealed nuclear work from IAEA inspectors for 18 years until 2003.

In other words, the IAEA doesn't know it's ass from its elbow - Iran could have nukes as we speak. But then again, maybe not.

Iranian president Ahmadinejad’s offer to President Bush for a debate “on how to end world predicaments” is a farce, said Dr. Yaron Brook, executive director of the Ayn Rand Institute. “The Iranian regime is the world’s leading sponsor of the Islamic totalitarian movement that terrorizes us, and it is eagerly pursuing long-range missiles and nuclear warheads with which to terrorize us further. The only way to “end world predicaments” is for this regime to cease to exist. We must defeat Ahmadinejad and his regime--not debate them. Yaron Brook, Ayn Rand Institute

Hat tip to Pete at ihillary for making me the graphic. Excellent. 

UPDATE: Lebanon, Iran's proxy, speaks. No peace with Israel.

Lebanese Prime Minister Vows to Have No Contact With Israel

BEIRUT, Lebanon (AP) - Prime Minister Saniora said Wednesday that he refused to have any direct contact with Israel and Lebanon would be the last Arab country to ever sign a peace deal with the Jewish state.

"Let it be clear, we are not seeking any agreement until there is just and comprehensive peace based on the Arab initiative," he said.

He was referring to a plan that came out of a 2002 Arab League summit in Beirut. It calls for Israel to return all territories it conquered in the 1967 Mideast war, the establishment of a Palestinian state with Jerusalem as its capital and a solution to the Palestinian refugee problem _ all in exchange for peace and full normalization of Arab relations with Israel.

 

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Yep...and I will bet that if you look real close you will find that, not only is he on a leash, he has been neutered.

I consider Kofi to be more of a lap dog like a shit zoo. Everywhere he goes he leaves a stink. Like Atlas says, I don't expect he will lift his leg on Dinner jacket.

Who wouldn't want to pee Koffi's grave??

The really interesting thing here is that the picture was NOT Photoshopped!

Pamela, I love the pic!!!

goesh: pee on his grave?? I'm gonna take a dump on it!!!

Kofi Annan is a loser leading mostly losers at the UN.

Pamela, the picture insults dogs.

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    I am a lead pencil — the ordinary wooden pencil familiar to all boys and girls and adults who can read and write.

    Writing is both my vocation and my avocation; that’s all I do.

    You may wonder why I should write a genealogy. Well, to begin with, my story is interesting. And, next, I am a mystery-more so than a tree or a sunset or even a flash of lightning. But, sadly, I am taken for granted by those who use me, as if I were a mere incident and without background. This supercilious attitude relegates me to the level of the commonplace. This is a species of the grievous error in which mankind cannot too long persist without peril. For, as a wise man observed, “We are perishing for want of wonder, not for want of wonders.”

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    Simple? Yet, not a single person on the face of this earth knows how to make me. This sounds fantastic, doesn’t it? Especially when it is realised that there are about one and one-half billion of my kind produced in the USA. each year.

    Pick me up and look me over. What do you see? Not much meets the eye — there’s some wood, lacquer, the printed labelling, graphite lead, a bit of metal, and an eraser. Just as you cannot trace your family tree back very far, so is it impossible for me to name and explain all my antecedents. But I would like to suggest enough of them to impress upon you the richness and complexity of my background.

    My family tree begins with what in fact is a tree, a cedar of straight grain that grows in Northern California and Oregon. Now contemplate all the saws and trucks and rope and the countless other gear used in harvesting and carting the cedar logs to the railroad siding. Think of all the persons and the numberless skills that went into their fabrication: the mining of ore, the making of steel and its refinement into saws, axes motors; the growing of hemp and bringing it through all the states to heavy and strong rope; the logging camps with their beds and mess halls the cookery and the raising of all the foods. Why, untold thousands of persons had a hand in every cup of coffee the loggers drink!

    The logs are shipped to a mill in San Leandro, California. Can you imagine the individuals who make flat cars and rails and railroad engines and who construct and install the communication systems incidental thereto? These legions among my antecedents.

    Consider the millwork in San Leandro. The cedar logs are cut into small, pencil-length slats less than one-fourth of an inch in thickness. These are kiln dried and then tinted for the same reason women put rouge on their faces. People prefer that I look pretty, not a pallid white. The slats are waxed and kiln dried again. How many skills went into the making of the tint and the kilns, into supplying the heat, the light and power, the belts, motors, and all the other things a mill requires? Sweepers in the mill among my ancestors? Yes, and included are the men who poured the concrete for the dam of a Pacific Gas & Electric Company hydroplant which supplies the mill’s power!

    Don’t overlook the ancestors present and distant who have a hand in transporting sixty carloads of slats across the nation from California to Wilkes-Barre!

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    Once in the pencil factory — $4,000,000 in machinery and building, all capital accumulated by thrifty and saving parents of mine — each slat is given eight grooves by a complex machine, after which another machine lays leads in every other slat, applies glue, and places another slat atop — a lead sandwich, so to speak. Seven brothers and I are mechanically carved from this “wood-clinched” sandwich.

    My “lead” itself — it contains no lead at all — is complex. The graphite is mined in Ceylon. Consider these miners and those who make their many tools and the makers of the paper sacks in which the graphite is shipped and those who make the string that ties the sacks and those who put them aboard ships and those who make the ships. Even the lighthouse keepers along the way assisted in my birth — and the harbour pilots.

    The graphite is mixed with clay from Mississippi in which a