I can imagine Afghanistan, Albania, Algeria, Andorra, Antigua and Barbuda, Argentina, Armenia, Austria, Azerbaijan, Bahamas, Bahrain, Bangladesh, Barbados, Belarus, Belgium, Belize, Bhutan, Bolivia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Botswana, Brazil, Brunei Darussalam, Bulgaria, Burkina Faso, Burundi, Cambodia, Cape Verde, Chile, China, Colombia, Congo, Costa Rica, Croatia, Cuba, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Democratic Peopleâ€™s Republic of Korea, Denmark, Djibouti, Dominica, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, Egypt, Eritrea, Estonia, Fiji, Finland, France, Gabon, Gambia, Germany, Ghana, Greece, Grenada, Guatemala, Guinea, Guyana, Haiti, Honduras, Hungary, India, Indonesia, Iran, Ireland, Italy, Jamaica, Japan, Jordan, Kazakhstan, Kenya, Kuwait, Kyrgyzstan, Lao Peopleâ€™s Democratic Republic, Latvia, Lebanon, Lesotho, Libya, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Malaysia, Maldives, Mali, Malta, Mauritania, Mauritius, Mexico, Monaco, Mongolia, Morocco, Mozambique, Myanmar, Namibia, Nepal, Netherlands, New Zealand, Nicaragua, Nigeria, Norway, Oman, Pakistan, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, Philippines, Poland, Portugal, Qatar, Republic of Korea, Romania, Russian Federation, Saint Lucia, Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, San Marino, Saudi Arabia, Senegal, Serbia and Montenegro, Sierra Leone, Singapore, Slovakia, Slovenia, South Africa, Spain, Sri Lanka, Sudan, Suriname, Swaziland, Sweden, Switzerland, Syria, Thailand, The former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia, Timor-Leste, Togo, Trinidad and Tobago, Tunisia, Turkey, Turkmenistan, Tuvalu, Ukraine, United Arab Emirates, United Kingdom, United Republic of Tanzania, Uzbekistan, Venezuela, Viet Nam, Yemen, Zambia, and Zimbabwe being anti-semitic…
But Iceland??? What’s with that?
Rod Paige tears into the NAACP in an opinion to the Wall Streel Journal.
I have a message for the NAACP’s Julian Bond and Kweisi Mfume, who have accused black conservatives of being the “puppets” of white people, unable to think for ourselves: You do not own, and you are not the arbiters of, African-American authenticity.
I am a lifelong member of the NAACP. I have a great respect for the organization. Its historical leaders, all visionary thinkers, have been responsible for helping to advance the struggle of African-Americans over the past century, making our nation a more equitable and race-blind society. Sadly, the current NAACP leadership has managed to take a proud, effective organization in a totally new direction: naked partisan politics, pure and simple.
In particular, Mr. Bond and Mr. Mfume have done a great disservice to our organization, and to the founders of the civil-rights movement, with their hateful and untruthful rhetoric about Republicans and President Bush. How ironic that they would direct this vitriol at a president who has appointed more African-Americans to high-profile posts, has committed more funds to fight AIDS in Africa, has championed minority homeownership, and has supported more trade and aid for African and Caribbean nations than any other administration.
Rod Paige is right – the NAACP is doing blacks a disservice now. Since 2000 when NAACP ran an ad claiming that Bush endorsed dragging blacks behind pickup trucks until dead, till Julian Bond’s (Chairman of NAACP) calling Bush’s cabinet picks the “Taliban wing of American politics,” the NAACP has forgotten their role as advocators of black right and are now the mad-dog tool of the Democratic Party.
Bush has done more for the black community through his No Child Left Behind Act alone, not to mention he’s promoted more minorities to prominent adminstration positions than any other president in history. You’d never know it through the “mad dog” rhetoric from the black tool of the Democratic Party.
I dunno what came over him, but a little girl named Isis asked California Education Secretary Richard Riordan if he knew her name meant “Egyptian Goddess.”
Riordan replied, “It means stupid dirty girl.”
After some nervous laughter in the room, the girl told Riordan her name meant “Egyptian Goddess.”
“Hey, that’s nifty,” Riordan said.
Afterwards, Riordan issued a statement that said he “teased” the girl, then immediately apologized, and would apologize again for the misunderstanding. The girl’s mother said the daughter was fine, the issue was over, “Obviously it hurt her feelings, but she didn’t take it personally. She knew he was wrong and she let it go, I’m not going to sue them for therapy bills. He’s already apologized repeatedly, I don’t see what else is to be done.”
Story is over, right? Senile old white politician flubs a stupid, inept, and insulting joke, apologizes, and everybody is forgiven…
Except California Democrat State Assemblyman Mervyn Dymally is outraged. He schedules a protest by civil rights organizations, and gives his condemnation about Riordan. He says the child was “a little African-American girl. Would he (Riordan) have done that to a white girl?”
Alice Huffman, president of the California chapter of the NAACP, called for Riorden’s removal. Riorden “is not suitable to lead education in our state.”
The only problem with the protest is that the little girl is white with blond hair.
Dymally did not return telephone calls. His office issued a statement Wednesday calling Riordan’s remarks to the girl “outrageous and irresponsible,” then issued another statement Thursday saying, “To err is human; to forgive is divine.”
“Race is not a factor in this issue,” Dymally said in Thursday’s statement, adding that Riordan had apologized a second time. “It is time for us to move on.”
I suppose. Seems a darn shame to cancel a perfectly good protest though.
I gave blood after lunch today, and I’m following the nurse’s orders – relaxing, eating cookies, drinking water, blogging. Giving blood is only a minor inconvenience to you and can help save lives, so consider it when you next get the opportunity. And you get free toys – last time I got a frisbee, today I got a t-shirt.
If there’s anything that would make me want to stop giving blood, though, it’s those horrible questions they ask you as part of the screening process. I can’t imagine a more offensive set of questions. I try to skip them by saying up front, “I haven’t had aspirin, take no medications or drugs, I’m an overgrown boy scout and voluntarily celibate pleasedontaskmethosequestions.” It didn’t work; the FDA mandates they ask them.
“Are you on any medications?” No.
“Are you taking or ever taken drugs?” No.
“Ever get really toked up at parties?” What? No, I don’t.
“Ever do cocaine, marijuana, LSD, PBS, NBC, or CBS?” No.
“Wanna get high later?” No.
“Have you ever had diabetes, high blood pressure, angina, pectin?” No.
“Have you ever had lymphoma, psoriasis, myopia, excessive acne?” No.
“Ever travelled to Africa, Europe, Asia, or San Francisco?” Not lately.
“Ever known anybody who’s ever been to Africa?” No.
“Ever had sex with Africa?” No.
“Ever shared a needle with an African with high blood pressure high on cocaine?” No.
“Ever had sex for money?” They’d pay me for that?
“Ever paid for for sex using drugs?” No.
“Ever had sex with a man, a woman dressed as a man, or anybody from Oman?” No.
“Ever had sex with an insect, a suspension bridge, or building materials?” No.
“Ever had sex with a tarantula or paid to have sex with a tarantula while high on cocaine in Africa?” No.
Gadzooks. By the time they’re done with the questions, I feel like I’ve learned more than I ever wanted to know about the downfall of civilations and human depravity.
The nice nurse took some quickie vital signs. Now this morning, I used the office blood pressure machine to check my own blood pressure. I’ve been worried about it fluctuating but mostly being high. Before I let a doctor medicate me, though, I need to head back to the gym and work it down myself. When I tested myself, my blood pressure was 160/100. I know, I know – time to see a doctor. The GiveBlood people took my blood pressure and told me it was 120/60. These two sets of numbers aren’t even close, so either the machine I’m using is inaccurate, or the GiveBlood people are.
Afterwards, they told me something new – if I change my mind in the next 14 days, I can call an 800 number. Who changes their mind after they give blood? “Yo, I changed my mind. Turned out I needed that, so put it back.”
Cookies are gone, relaxation is over. Gotta go have a meeting about a compressor now. I’m going to take my big green arm bandage and my finger-prick bandage with me, like I deserve a purple heart for my recent office activities.