Proof of astroturfing?

From the report:

This is Laura Avant. She has a degree in social working science, is a substitute teacher, and has been unemployed for seven years. She is taking names for a petition and when I asked her how she found out about the event she said “My organizer called me.” I said “You’re kidding.” She said, “No, look: he’s right there -pointing to the guy with the bullhorn – he’s from Organizing for America.”

At this point, a number of the astroturfers departed, including Laura. She told me that transportation was waiting to take them to Nancy Pelosi’s next event at Highlands Ranch.

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I have this image of Princess Pelosi penning bills in her "sekret lair"

This is my image when Pelosi works in secret, scripting 1000 pages of bill that no one reads yet votes on. This is how I think it is done. Your image might be different.

She hunches over the desk, her face hidden by the tattered hood, the room illuminated only by candles, wax dripping onto the ancient holders showing the years of service. The heavy drapes are worn, old, and slowly swaying from a disturbance caused by the fire under the cauldron. The color of the flames licking the iron bottom of the cracked pot fades casually from red, to orange, to green, to purple, with flashes of white sputtering occasionally from the tips. A cat, lounging on a velvet chair, feathers strewn about, stretches and sighs, his tail swings with the rhythm of the fire, his eyes reflects the firelight with an evil glow. The woman’s aged fingers creeps quietly to grasp a bone from the bird carcass splayed upon the desk, and when her hand found a bone, she clutches it, then slings it cavalierly over her shoulder into the sludge that bubbles in the iron pot. When the bone meets the putrid liquid, it sizzles and moans with heaving gasps until the bone is entirely consumed; then the fetid elixir slinks back into a steady simmer.


Blood red ink glimmers ominously in the well on the desk. The sound of labored breathing rancorously accompanies the tinkling clinks as the hooded woman lowers the shaft of the quill deeply into the inkwell. The crimson fluid quickly engorges her quill, overflowing the tip and its spine. She takes her time to coat the exterior of the quill with the excess. Gentle taps on the quill intitiate a trickling flow. She enjoys the odious sight of the sticky, now tainted, ink as it leisurely inches its way down the malevolent shaft and into the unprepared well, each drop brutally penetrating the murky ink. It hisses louder and louder as each drop enters and creates ever increasing radiating rings that collide roughly with one another. The sound of the whimpering ink ignites her as her breath comes in rasping pants, creating a screeching discord with the terrified hissing. She relishs watching the drops plunging into the unsuspecting ink, the helpless rings smashing together, all at her command and for her purely selfish pleasure.

She reminds herself that although she had been given a duty to execute but after waiting for so long for this moment, her monstrous delight would continue to consume her, until her much anticipated gratification was thoroughly quenched.

The cat yawned.

After she had her fill of this menacing amusement, she continued to scratch the now satiated quill against the parchment. The sound of her murmuring voice hung thickly in the air. Nonsequitors oozed from her cracked and craven lips, the harsh words and discordant language understandable only by the cat, who purred appreciatively.


She stacked page after page of parchment higher and higher on the desk, which was beginning to bend grotesquely from the weight. Her hands were becoming agitated as she was completing her mysterious task. Feeling her new fervor, the candles increased in intensity but not warmth, the fire under the iron cauldron became a steady white flame, the viscous swill swirled into a roiling mass and the stench emitting from its depths became palpable.


It was finished.


She calmly raised her bent and aged form from the odd perch over which she hovered, and stood, her arms slowly spreading wide. The cat, sensing the end, paced anxiously. The woman’s head remained bowed as she lowered her arms to her sides, when the drapes suddenly soared high in the air, as unseen hounds hurled unheralded and unsummoned into the now brightly lit and malodorous room. They encircled the woman, guided by a beastly sense of purpose. Her once handsome face contorted itself into a nefarious grimace, suggesting that perhaps she was attempting an obscene smile.

The wretched curs carried her aloft, her hoary feet never touching the ground. She effortlessly lifted the multitudinous pages that she had been writing from off her desk, which groaned its gratitude for the removal of the weight. Her smile transformed into a sneer. The cat skulked quickly to the bulky and massive doors, which swung open gloomily to allow her to pass. The candle’s wicks and cauldron fire reached their zenith as she approached the door. She lazily drifted out, the cat bounding in front of her. The doors swung heavily behind them, closing deliberately. The candles and fire in the stifling room sputtered out, the drapes ceased to swing and hung stagnantly, the velvet chair, still showing the imprint of the cat’s body, with the feathers left carelessly scattered about it.


One single, individual feather, white and shimmering in the dank and feckless room, left unnoticed and unfelt by the woman, the cat, and the mongrels, began to twitch, writhe, and breathe seemingly with a life all its own. The room slowly became bathed in a luminous warmth, uncontained, growing, until a dazzling, blinding light engulfed the decaying space. With fresh light and air, a new bird burst forth from the blaze which diminished all that the pallid woman, scraggy cat, and fiendish hounds had foolishly attempted to create in their own narcissistic image in that fetid room.

He flew, straight and strong, through the doors which opened for him displaying a renewed power and energy. The drapes were now light and pleasant, the desk gleaming and bright. He left behind a room transformed, ready to accept a new owner.

The futile and sterile efforts of the woman and her minions have already begun to fade into nothing and are forgotten, when the flight of the bird wearing his white crown ascends to his rightful place in the shining city on the hill. He is the renewal of freedom and liberty, raining down on the people of the hill.

Ok, this is the sign of the apocalypse

From Drudge.

4. It girl strikes a pose

Name: House Speaker Nancy Pelosi (Calif.)
Age: 67
Hometown: Baltimore, Md.
Political Party: Democrat
Dating Status: Married to Paul Pelosi

It is rather uncomfortable calling the 67-year-old House Speaker HouseNancy Pelosi (D-Calif.), mother of five and grandmother of six, “hot.”

eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwww no kidding! THIS is hot?

Speaker Pelosi, where are the transcripts?

If the Democrats in Congress have the right to demand the transcripts of Vice President Cheney's Energy Working Group, then surely we have a moral right to know what was said between the Speaker and President Assad, and judge for ourselves where the truth lies.

It is interesting to note that there is no audio of the meeting that we see looped endlessly on TV. But it is clear through the body language of President Assad that he seems to be clearly lecturing her about something, while she appears to be dimly smiling and nodding. What is the discussion about? Will we ever know?

Ain't this the truth! I want the transcripts!

File this one under "She CANNOT be SERIOUS?!?!?!!?!"

Saw the headline on Drudge:

"Speaking just for myself, I would be ready to get on a plane tomorrow morning, because however objectionable, unfair and inaccurate many of (Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's) statements are, it is important that we have a dialogue with him,'' Lantos said. "Speaking for myself, I'm ready to go -- and knowing the speaker, I think that she might be.''

Pelosi did not dispute that statement, and noted that Lantos -- a Hungarian-born survivor of the Holocaust -- brought "great experience, knowledge and judgment" to the recent bipartisan congressional delegation trip to Israel, the Palestinian territories, Lebanon and Saudi Arabia in addition to Syria.

She has no boundaries, scruples, morals, or understanding of the Constitution.

House Resolution 78

Emphasis mine.

Closing statement: In 1970 Tom Foley was quoted as saying that it was very clear that a Constitutional Amendment would be required to do this. It's backhanded, duplicitous, and dishonest of the Democrats to bring this forward and it's an attempt to try to get these delegates voting rights down the road.

Democrats' Unconstitutional Power Grab

To add insult to injury, non-members would be able to vote to raise taxes on the American people but would not have to pay them. Yes, that is not a misprint—non-members would have the ability to take more from your paychecks and not be held accountable for their actions. Residents of Guam, the Virgin Islands, American Samoa, and Puerto Rico do not pay federal income taxes, yet the Democrat plan will allow them to hike taxes on Americans that do. It does not take a math whiz to understand that this logic does not add up.

Ethical Congress indeed.

Write your representative

Enemy At Home The Cultural Left and Its Responsibility for 9/11

TH: Why is the cultural left so reluctant to fight the terrorists and export “a more liberal set of values, such as self-government, minority rights, and religious tolerance?” How have cultural relativism and multiculturalism affected this reluctance?

DSOUZA: It might seem at first glance that the cultural left should be in the forefront to fight radical Islam. The reason is that Bin Laden and the Islamic radicals are so illiberal. They despise women’s rights and gay rights. I think we all know what they would do with Hillary Clinton or Barney Frank. Even so, the cultural left has shown itself extremely reluctant to support Bush’s war on terror. They aren’t just against the Iraq war, they are against the Patriot Act, and the telephone surveillance program, and the invasion of Afghanistan, and the sanctions proposals against Iran’s nuclear program. In short, they want Bush’s war on terror to fail. And this means that they want the Islamic radicals to succeed.

Why? The reason actually has nothing to do with cultural relativism or multiculturalism. It has everything to do with domestic politics. Basically the left hates Bush more than it hates Bin Laden. Bin Laden is a foreign threat, but Bush is a domestic threat. In the last couple of decades the left-wing agenda has become increasingly dominated by social and sexual concerns. So who threatens abortion rights in America? Not Bin Laden, Bush. Who is blocking gay marriage? Not Al Qaeda, Bush’s court appointees. While Bin Laden wants sharia in Baghdad, Bush and the religious right are, in the leftist view, trying to impose sharia in Boston. Consequently the left is quite willing to ally with the lesser evil, the Islamic radicals, in order to defeat the greater evil, Bush and the conservatives.

REad it all.

Her Imperial Majesty and Green Helmet Guy

Frankly, I do not see much difference in the PR of these two images. Both are exploitative.

I predict she will go down in flames in some real (not imagined or trumped up "vast right wing conspiracy) scandal. It is destiny. Just as Green Helmut Guy was exposed as a fraud, so shall she.