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Michigan Prof Tells muslims to leave country.

The story begins at Michigan State University with a mechanical engineering professor named Indrek Wichman. Wichman sent an e-mail to the Muslim Student's Association. The e-mail was in response to the students' protest of the Danish cartoons that portrayed the Prophet Muhammad as a terrorist. The group had complained the cartoons were "hate speech." Enter Professor Wichman. In his e-mail, he said the following:

Dear Moslem Association: As a professor of Mechanical Engineering here at MSU I intend to protest your protest. I am offended not by cartoons, but by more mundane things like beheadings of civilians, cowardly attacks on public buildings, suicide murders, murders of Catholic priests (the latest in Turkey), burnings of Christian churches, the continued persecution of Coptic Christians in Egypt, the imposition of Sharia law on non-Muslims, the rapes of Scandinavian girls and women (called "whores" in your culture), the murder of film directors in Holland, and the rioting and looting in Paris France. This is what offends me, a soft-spoken person and academic, and many, many of my colleagues. I counsel yo u dissatisfied, aggressive, brutal, and uncivilized slave-trading Moslems to be very aware of this as you proceed with your infantile "protests." If you do not like the values of the West - see the 1st Amendment - you are free to leave. I hope for God's sake that most of you choose that option. Please return to your ancestral homelands and build them up yourselves instead of troubling Americans. Cordially, I. S. Wichman Professor of Mechanical Engineering.

 
As you can imagine, the Muslim group at the university didn't like this too well. They're demanding that Wichman be reprimanded and mandatory diversity training for faculty and a seminar on hate and discrimination for freshman. Now the Michigan chapter of CAIR has jumped into the fray. CAIR, the Council on American-Islamic Relations, apparently doesn't believe that the good professor had the right to express his opinion. For its part, the university is standing its ground, saying the e-mail was private, and they don't intend to publicly condemn his remarks. That will probably change. Wichman says he never intended for his e-mail to be made public, and wouldn't have used the same strong language if he'd known it was going to get out. How's the left going to handle this one? If you're in favor of the freedom of speech, as in the case of Ward Churchill, will the same protections be demanded for Indrek Wichman? I doubt it. Send this to your friends, and ask them to do the same. Tell them to keep passing it around until the whole country gets it. We are in a war. This political correctness crap is getting old and killing us.

http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/wichman.asp

Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard
By Mike S. Adams
Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Yesterday afternoon, I logged on to the "Global War" blog (global-war.bloghi.com) of Associate Professor Julio Pino – a Muslim convert who teaches at Kent State University. The heading for the site used to read "The Worldwide Web of Jihad: Daily News from the Most Dangerous Muslim in America." Now it reads "Are You Prepared for Jihad?" IN THE NAME OF OBL. 2007: THE YEAR OF ISLAMIC VICTORY!"

Hardly able to believe what I was reading, I called Pino at his office in Ohio around 4 p.m. According to his secretary, he had not been at work that day (he only has office hours two days of the week). He was drawing a paycheck from the people of the State of Ohio while trying to launch a Jihad against people like me. In fact, just five minutes before I called he posted an entry under the title "Crusaders Can’t Take Anymore in Afghanistan!"

Pino began his morning of not going into his office at Kent State by penning a post under the title “Frightened British Crusaders Rush More Troops to Occupied Afghanistan.” Using terms like “occupation” and “Crusaders” it isn’t really necessary to read these posts in order to ascertain who this employee of the State of Ohio is rooting for in the War on Terror.

But, just in case you were curious about the purpose of this site, it is provided in the upper right corner: "We are a Jihadists news service, and provide battle dispatches, training manuals, and jihad videos to our brothers worldwide. All we want is to get Allah’s pleasure. We will write ‘Jihad’ across our foreheads, and the stars. The angels will carry our message throughout the world."

There is also an "Oath of Freedom" in the upper right corner: "We were born free. We will live freely and when death comes to us, we will die freely. Jihad is changing all that can be changed; freeing ourselves through our own efforts; and the conviction that truth will prevail, inshallah."

Under the entry "Sister Detonates Herself to Eliminate Shia Traitors" there is a description of a female suicide bomber who recently killed 41 people. Just in case you wondered how the host of the site feels about the suicide bomber, the next line tells you: "Now she lies on the Golden Couch of Paradise."

Despite his clear support of mass murder, he once complained that the Jews were engaged in genocide against the Palestinians. He claimed that as a result of that assertion, he was "harassed" and received death threats."

I’ve always assumed that a person who advocates mass murder runs the risk of getting an occasional death threat in the office. Maybe Pino isn’t really the "Most Dangerous Muslim in America." Maybe he’s just a pro-Palestinian pansy whose cushy job with the State of Ohio lets him hide inside his house while real men are doing the work that keeps this great nation going.

http://www.townhall.com/columnists/MikeSAdams/2007/02/28/me_and_julio_down_by_the_schoolyard 

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Comment:
We can jail Border Patrol Officers for doing their jobs, why not also judge a man who advocate the overthrow of America, and actually gives real physical and potentially dangerous aid to our enemy by suppling battle dispatches, training manuals, and jihad videos to Jihadists worldwide?

Just random observations but I can't go a week without seeing something that convinces me there are a lot more crazy people out there than anyone suspects:

Here we go: ( my comment in italics):

We were in church when the pastor's baby was baptized by the bishop. The baby was about two months old. During the baptism, the bishop said, referring to the baby, "She'll always remember this day."

Hello! No, she won't, she can't even talk right now.

During a sermon about why we baptise infants, a priest said, "Why, look at our Lord when He got baptized."

And how old was He then?

I was talking with a preacher who went on a rant about "homos" for a solid half hour. I asked him what about hermaphrodites. He asked me what that was. When I told him, he said there was no such thing and I made it up.

Oh that did a ton of good for his credibility.

The same preacher told me if a college student had an NFL contract offered to him, he should turn it down because the NFL plays
on Sundays.

What?

In Sunday School the topic of a Hundu custom of a wife being expected to throw herself on her husbad's funeral pyre, so she'd die along with him, came up. A woman in our group said, "Well, we have to respect the customs of other cultures you know."

Yeah, right.

A friend of my wife's owns a Plumbing and Heating business. He just put a "No Smoking" sign up in his shop. then he checked his mail and got some Doral coupons - he handed them out to the guys he just told not to smoke in the shop.

When I was in high school, we had a guy that had a hot dog cart at the football games, "Augie's Doggies." He sold Cokes for 10 cents each or "two for a quarter." He got that on gor years, he said hardly anyon buys one Coke, when they say they're getting a Coke somebody is going to say get them one, too. If you questioned it he'd laugh and give you change from a quarter, but hardly anyone did.

In the casino game of dice, the odds against rolling 2 or 12 are exactly the same, 35 to 1. Yet ask almost any dealer what rolls more, 2 or 12, and you'll get something like, "I've seen a whole lot more 12's than I've seen 2's."

The odds againt hitting Mega Millions lotto are over 176,000,000 to one. There are actually people that believe that playing two tickets instead of just one cuts the odds in half.

When I worked "at the Cal" in Vegas (California Hotel, yup the Hotel California! ) a friend and I would walk down the street and walk through the Horsheshoe every night just to see what was going on. This was between 2 and 4 a.m. In the casino. One time he said, "I really hope to meet a hot babe in here some night that doesn't drink or gamble."

Chuck, hello! We're at a bar in a casino!

After Cleveland Cavaliers basketball gzmes, WTAN radio Cleveland has a program called "The Cavaliers call-in show, without calls."

In a flyer for a book club I received today, on the same page:

Apocalypse 2012
Is this the end of the world?

and immediately under that, another book
2013 Oracle
Transitioning in the new humanity, discover what the post-2012 future holds...                 

Salem Kirban, who writes a lot of end times stuff, and has been for many years, was sending out a flyer for an end times book, one of those, "the time draws nigh" type of books - and along with that was a special on vitmain packs that he was selling as part of his healthy living 'ministry'.

I remember reading it and thinking, "Where's the cover sheet for the vitamin info, the one that says, "And just in case this isn't the end....."                 

tbc.......

Everyone is invited to post examples....... 

The Canadian weather forecast thread where the guy hit the jackpot brought this to mind.  

For a very short time there was a dog track in Henderson, NV,  the town that borders Las Vegas. Our pit boss went there to bet on the dogs one day and he couldn't do anything wrong.

For five races in a row he had the winning dog.  

A guy sitting next to him asked him how he was doing it, and he points out a column in the racing form, 111/8, 12. 12 1/2, etc...and says, "Look at these dogs time in their last race."

The guy says, "Time? That's not their time in any race, that's the dog's weight!"

His "streak" stopped right after that.

Luck? You betcha!

PS

The people that ran the track soon realized that Southern Nevada summers were no climate for dog races.

A blonde's car gets a flat tire on the Interstate one day
So she eases it over onto the shoulder of the road.
She carefully steps out of the car and opens the trunk.
Takes out two cardboard men, unfolds them and stands them
at the rear of the vehicle facing oncoming traffic. The
lifelike cardboard men are in trench coats exposing their nude
bodies to approaching drivers...
Not surprisingly, the traffic became snarled and backed up.
It wasn't very long before a police car arrives.
The Officer, clearly enraged, approaches her yelling,
"What is going on here?"
"My car broke down, Officer" says the woman, calmly.
"Well, what the heck are these obscene cardboard pictures
doing here by the road?!" asks the Officer...

"Oh, those are my emergency flashers!" she replied.

The Mystical forum can be entertaining and a fun place to go, but no offense to anyone who may do this, BUT...

About 99% of the threads are someone asking for numbers from a dream, usually from one of those dream books. (Ever thought about why dream books don't have the same numbers for the same dream?).

 There have been people ask where to get those books, and people have posted the sources. Yet the same people ask for numbers fro dream after dream.

Hello, figuring you are actually playing the numbers someone else bothers to post for you - do that four or five times and you could have bought your own book, or if the number hit and you played it, triple shame on you for still asking for numbers, you could have bought fifty books.

No one want to spring and buy a paper, yet when someone shows up with one people want to know their horoscope. I pulled this one on somebody like that one time:

"Oh, what's my horoscope?

"What's your sign?"

"Aries."

"Aries, you are one cheap individual who has not bought a newspaper since 1983 yet you want to know your horoscope everytime someone else has a newpaper. Spring for the 50 cents."

"Does it really say that?"

(I'm not kidding, she really asked that - the whole break room was roaring).

OK, I worked in casinos from 1977 until 1998.

At first, it's fun, but it's nothing like the public thinks it is. People think, "Wow, you get paid to play" and that isn't even close to the real thing.  

You learn a lot about people, you see them at their best, and at their worst, too often at their worst, losing money really brings out the Jekyll and Hyde in people.

Most people do not play to win, they just play to play (they're called "stayers, not players", came to stay, not to play).

I'll expound on all this later, but for right now want to say that anyone who plays, loses money, and then plays because they want their money back had no business playing in the first place.

I saw a whole lot of people blow paychecks chasing hot rolls of dice or streaks on a 21 table that never came. When video poker came out, it was like a money vacuum, literally. In fact a counselor in Vegas called video poker electronic morphine and the electronic crack cocaine of the 1990's.

Casino employees are among some of the worst degenerate (out of control) gamblers.  Depending on what hotel they're working in some of them are making excellent money, only to feed it back to the hotel, or another, after work.

People I worked with who were trying to win a Royal flush used to wonder why I'd drive to Californa to play the lottery. I'd tell them that the lottery does indeed change people's lives, and I hadn't seen any of them hit a royal flush and change theirs.

tbc.... 

(Another 'spiritual' one)

Subject: Enjoy the coffee

(First entry, I'll start with this - I'm not the guy in the story, it's just something that was sent to me, but worth sharing)

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Cab Ride

This piece comes by way of Gene in McLean, Virginia.

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.

When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away.

But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice.

I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.

"It's nothing," I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."

"Oh, you're such a good boy," she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice."

I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening.

"I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door.

The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said.

"You have to make a living," she answered.

"There are other passengers," I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said.

"Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light.

Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.

What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?

What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware--beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.