THE WRATH OF KHAN

Ann Coulter

August 3, 2016

Khizr Khan, the Muslim "Gold Star Father" who harangued Americans at the Democratic National Convention, with a mute, hijab-wearing wife at his side, is just another in a long string of human shields liberals send out to defend their heinous policies. The "Jersey Girls" were the classic example, first described in that magnificent book Godless: The Church of Liberalism . 

In order to shut down a debate they're losing, Democrats find victims to make their arguments for them, pre-empting counter-argument by droning on about the suffering of their victim-spokesperson. Alternative opinions must be preceded by proof that the speaker has "sacrificed" more than someone who lost a child, a husband, or whatever. 

Khan's argument, delivered angrily and in a thick Pakistani accent at the DNC, is that "our" Constitution requires us to continue the nonstop importation of Muslims. 

If the U.S. Constitution required us to admit more than 100,000 Muslims a year -- as we do -- we'd already be living in Pakistan, and Khan wouldn't have had to move to get that nice feeling of home. So the "argument" part of Khan's point is gibberish. 

Luckily, Khan had Part Two: His son died in Iraq, whereas Donald Trump does not have a son who died in Iraq, so he can't say anything. 

Yes, a candidate for president of the United States is supposed to be prohibited from discussing a dangerous immigration program because Khan's son was one of fourteen (14!) Muslim servicemen killed by other Muslims in our wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. That's why we're obligated to import yet more Muslims – including, undoubtedly, some just like the ones who killed his son. Q.E.D.!

If you think that doesn't make any sense, keep your yap shut, unless you lost a child in Iraq, too. 

There were virtually no Muslims in America before Teddy Kennedy's 1965 immigration act. Today, we admit more immigrants from Muslim countries than from Great Britain. 

Are Americans allowed to have an opinion on whether that's a good idea? 

So far, it's worked out great! 

In addition to the sudden appearance of honor killings, clitorectomies, hijabs and massive government frauds, Muslim immigrants have given us: The most devastating terrorist attack in world history, followed by terrorist attacks at Fort Hood, the Boston Marathon, a military recruiting center in Chattanooga, Times Square, Vaughan Foods in Oklahoma, San Bernardino and an Orlando nightclub, among other places. 

We've admitted 2 million Muslims just since 9/11 – that’s more than had been admitted before 9/11. If we don't make it 3 million, we're monsters? May we ask how many Muslims Khan's mystery Constitution requires -- or is that out of bounds unless we had a child who died in Iraq? 

Apparently, sending out a victim to make their argument was the only option left for the "Make America Muslim!" crowd. 

After Trump  somehow got the crazy idea that a presidential candidate was allowed to discuss government policies and proposed a temporary ban on Muslim immigration -- which, by the way, is perfectly constitutional -- the entire media and political class erupted in a sputtering rage. 

Conscience of a Nation, Speaker Paul Ryan proclaimed: "That's not who we are." Jeb! Bush made the subtle and clever argument that Trump was "unhinged." Marco Rubio called any pause in Muslim immigration "offensive." ABC News' Jonathan Karl called Trump's plan "outrageous" -- which was way better than MSNBC, where Trump was compared to white supremacists and Nazis. 

White House spokesman Josh Earnest said Trump had "disqualifie(d)" himself from "serving as president" for suggesting any slowdown in Muslim immigration. Vice President Joe Biden -- tribune of blue-collar Americans everywhere! -- said that if Trump were the nominee, Hillary would "win in a walk." 

Then it turned out Trump's Muslim ban was a huge hit with actual voters. Hillary, who promises to quadruple the number of Syrian "refugees" we bring in, is quite far from winning "in a walk." 

So the media and political class had no choice: They had to produce a victim to make their argument, in order to block any response. For their next trick, Democrats plan to produce a little girl whose parents were recently murdered to present their tax plan. (Better make sure they weren't killed by an illegal alien!) 

Does anyone know what Khan thinks of gays? How about miniskirts? Alcohol? Because I gather we're going to have to turn all our policies over to him, too. What have you sacrificed, Barney Frank?? 

Muslim troops accounted for 0.2 percent of all U.S. troop deaths in the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. Southerners accounted for 38 percent of those killed in Iraq and 47 percent in Afghanistan. 

What has South Carolina Gov. Nikki Haley "sacrificed" compared to the families of these men? How about Nikki put their flag back up? 

The Confederate flag won't lead to thousands of dead and maimed Americans, as Muslim immigration does. The only danger posed by the Confederate flag is that media elites will hold the South in even greater contempt than they already do, assuming that's possible. 

But as long as they brought it up, if only people who lost children in our wars may discuss public policy, then only they should vote, not only on how many more Muslim immigrants this country needs, but on all government policies. What has Chuck Todd sacrificed? Have any current members of The New York Times editorial board ever lost a son in war? (Fighting on the American side.) 

The inevitable conclusion to the hysteria over Khan is that only those who have worn the uniform and heard shots fired in anger can vote in our elections. Hello, media? Hey –– where'd everybody go? 

________ FREDDIE GRAY _________

(A Parody of Wordsworth’s Lucy Gray)

Oft we have heard of Freddie Gray,

And, when we crossed the town,

We chanced to see at break of day

His blood still raining down.

No mate, no comrade Freddie knew;

He lurks forevermore, ––

A sadder apparition few

Will see in Baltimore!

Oh you may spy the Dregs at play,

With Crack and Coke obscene;

But the tortured face of Freddie Gray

Will never more be seen.

“To-night the monkey on my back,

Says downtown you must go,

And take my pipe to fill with crack

To pushers with my dough.”

“That, Mother! Will I gladly do;

‘Tis not long after noon ––

The Hopkins Clock has just struck two,

You’ll get your pipe filled soon.”

At this the Mother roared and shook,

Then snapped out what she’d planned

“Begone and quick,” so Freddie took

The Meerschaum in his hand.

And hither towards the dens of vice;

With many a wanton stroke

Poor Freddie took his Ma’s advice,

He knew it was no joke.

But riots rose before their time,

As Freddie wandered down,

And many hills did Freddie climb

To reach the flaming town.

The wretched mother all that night

Kept cursing loud and vile;

But there was no one wrong or right

To neutralize her bile.

At day-break by his door she stood,

Peered towards the Inner Harbor;

And in a looking glass saw she should

Visit soon a barber.

Dejected now she turned, and cried

"I hope in Heaven we’ll meet!"

As on the pavement she espied

The print of Freddie's feet.

Then downward from the steep hill's edge

She tracked the footprints small;

Right to the edge of a stone ledge,

Atop a high stone-wall;

And then an open lot she cross'd,

With cans and bottles strewn;

She tracked the prints, nor ever lost,

Until it was high noon.

She followed through the cursed spots

Until she reached an alley,

A place of many dried blood clots

Deep in a Shadowed Valley.

Poor Freddie’s footprints disappear'd 

He ne’er was seen again

Though many said they greatly feared

He’d died in screaming pain.

Yet some maintain that to this day

He is a living Child,

That you may see poor Freddie Gray

His body undefiled.

Through Baltimore he trips along,

In sunshine rain and wind;

And hums a plaintive little song

Denying he has sinned.

~ FreeThinke

VAGINA-POWER
 at its 

MOST POTENTIALLY 

LETHAL

Bridging Troubled Waters:

The Estrogen Convention

American Thinker, by Clarice Feldman

Every now and then for reasons no one can figure out someone sends me audio tapes and emails meant for Wikileaks. I just got a new batch and I thought you’d like them. The first series which I got on Monday seems to be from the Convention Planners. I’ve transcribed the audio to save you time. A. Planning the Convention -UNIDENTIFIED DNC ORGANIZER: First off, messaging on the Wikileaks DNC emails. Remember it’s the Russians. When they note the hacking started in June, before Trump was on the scene, just answer the Russians. If they ask if these were authentic, …

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American Thinker-Clarice Feldman, 

and it should come right up.

ALL the KING'S MEN (1949)

The Rise and Fall of Willie Stark
Ironically, a good man becomes corrupted by his success in fighting corruption  in the Establishment of his time.
Of TIMELESS SIGNIFICANCE
A POWERFUL and MOVING TALE

CRIME and PUNISHMENT  Part Two of Two

CRIME and PUNISHMENT  Part One of Two

Hilly arrives in Philly

Sit down.  Relax.  Forget your troubles.  Enjoy this  MOVIE of the WEEK


What could be  more appropriate than  FOUL PLAY?

Crazy World

from 

Victor-Victoria

sung by 

Julie Andrews

Crazy world

Full of crazy contradictions like a child

First you drive me wild

And then you win my heart 

with your wicked art

One minute tender, gentle

Then temperamental as a summer storm

Just when I believe your heart's

getting warmer

You're cold and you’re cruel

And I, like a fool, try to cope

Try to hang on, to hope

Crazy world

Everyday the same old roller coaster ride

But I've got my pride

I won't give in

Even though I know I’ll never win

Oh, how I love this crazy world!

~ Henry Mancini, music - Leslie Bricusse, lyrics

and now 

The Instrumental Version

There now, don’t you feel better?

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WILL BE DELETED 

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Give All to Love

Give all to love; 

Obey thy heart; 

Friends, kindred, days, 

Estate, good-fame, 

Plans, credit and the Muse,— 

Nothing refuse. 

’Tis a brave master; 

Let it have scope: 

Follow it utterly, 

Hope beyond hope: 

High and more high 

It dives into noon, 

With wing unspent, 

Untold intent: 

But it is a god, 

Knows its own path 

And the outlets of the sky. 

It was never for the mean; 

It requireth courage stout. 

Souls above doubt, 

Valor unbending, 

It will reward,— 

They shall return 

More than they were, 

And ever ascending. 

Leave all for love; 

Yet, hear me, yet, 

One word more thy heart behoved, 

One pulse more of firm endeavor,— 

Keep thee today, 

Tomorrow, forever, 

Free as an Arab 

Of thy beloved. 

Cling with life to the maid; 

But when the surprise, 

First vague shadow of surmise 

Flits across her bosom young, 

Of a joy apart from thee, 

Free be she, fancy-free; 

Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem, 

Nor the palest rose she flung 

From her summer diadem. 

Though thou loved her as thyself, 

As a self of purer clay, 

Though her parting dims the day, 

Stealing grace from all alive; 

Heartily know, 

When half-gods go,   

The gods arrive.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

On the Light Side of Darkness

”Those who refuse 
to LISTEN have 
NO RIGHT to SPEAK.”

Salaman Grundy

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you   

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 

    But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 

    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, 

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, 

    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: 

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster 

    And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken 

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, 

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 

And lose, and start again at your beginnings 

    And never breathe a word about your loss; 

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you 

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, 

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, 

    If all men count with you, but none too much; 

If you can fill the unforgiving minute 

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

~ Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

What are your thoughts concerning the possibilities there might be in this week's Republican National Convention?

Are you more concerned about the much-touted threat of murderous attacks on the police, the promise by professional troublemakers such as Malik “Zulu” Shabazz of blocking highways, rioting in the streets, etc., or is the content and substance of the party Platform 

uppermost in your mind?

What do you think of the machinations of the stubborn Never Trump element in the GOP determined to thwart Donald Trump’s nomination on the convention floor? Have they any chance of prevailing, and if so, 
who would be their nominee?

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