Memories, like the corners of my mind. Misty watercolored memories….
Yes, it was three years ago today that I forever made myself into the crazy-eyed chick who does unladylike things involving korans, cured pork products, and fire. Oh, and I also handed Lindsey Graham his own ass, too. “The only way it ends is with you sobbing in the men’s room.” Heh. Indeed.
There are a couple of words that I would change, just to tighten things up a bit, and I would correct the Mapplethorpe-Serrano misattribution, but this really is aging quite well – like a bold-yet-velvety Cru Beaujolais of righteous, two-fisted wrath.
Thanks to all of the good folks who sent this thing uber-viral. Mr. BigFurHat at IOwnTheWorld.com, Andrea Shea King, Western Rifle Shooters Association, Moonbattery, WeaselZippers, Vanderleun, Roger Kimball, and Gates of Vienna, who did the 10-language translation project. The Arabic subtitled version of the baco-licious koran burning, done by Egyptian Copts, some of whom may now be martyrs, now stands at over 707,000 views. That video stood as proof that the Obama regime was lying about Benghazi from the very beginning.
In the first two weeks after I posted it, I was receiving upwards of 100 emails PER HOUR, twenty-four hours per day, and when I typed my own name into Google, the results pane literally scrolled in real time.
1.) Fear no man, do the right thing, and God will provide.
2.) One person can make a difference.
3.) You never know when your life is going to make a dramatic pivot. It could be today. Stay frosty.
4.) The world is absolutely desperate for manful, forthright truth-telling, even if it has to come from a chick.
5.) Put a tea candle in the bottom of your glass beaker and light up the bacon grease-soaked pages of the koran from below, rather than use a kitchen lighter from above.