I know an elderly Jewish woman with a thick German accent. She grew up there and her parents sent her to the best school in town which was a Catholic school. She fit in so well that when she asked for a beautiful white Confirmation dress like all her friends', her parents got her the dress. Of course she remained a good Jewish Girl and never got confirmed, but, still, she got her dress.

The nuns and many of their Catholic friends told them they better try to go to America because they heard that the Nazis were starting their round ups and death camps, so she and her family got out in time.

This could only happen in a community where people learned the difference between right and wrong at their churches and temples.

When I was in school, public school, one of us led the class in prayer each morning. I always recited "The Lord Is My Shepherd" and I still tear up when I ponder those wonderful words.

All of the above experience and sentiment is treated as rubbish by most of you wunnerful leftists.

Distinctions between right and wrong vanish in a group so determined to win and hold power at all costs. Doing the right thing is meaningless when winning at all costs is of paramount importance. Of course, when the ends justify the means, all virtue and all humanity is lost. This is why so many members of this here Saloon really don't mind when ACORN registers dead voters. You know how these dead people would have voted, right? And the results are what every good person wants, anyway, right?

This is one of the reasons I think many librals are power crazed, materialists and cynics.

I know, some Wepubwickans (like Nixon) are and were power crazed materialists and cynics too.

When we mens are fortunate enough to win a woman's love, that gives us a certain glow and confidence, and unless we don't care for that woman, or, unless we are completely selfish assholes, a wonderful woman's love will make us shine everywhere, at work, at play, everywhere.

The most important quality a human being can have is the quality of gratitude, the ability to truly appreciate what another human being means to us and how special it is to walk on this earth each day with so many wonderful family members, colleagues, team mates and friends.

You, sir, are not like the Gopi Saraswati Chandi I used to know in Dehli where the air is so polluted from your dirty coal and horrid Tata trucks and cars, you walk out of the house and a minute later your white dhoti is black from alla da smoke.

You, sir, sound like some kind of hot head blood thirsty arrogant Hindoo smashing Moslems and Buddhists in their faces because they came too close to your friggin temple.

Why are you Communist Indians always telling everybody else what to do when your own country is such a horrid, corrupt mess? You got the worst of British bureaucracy and put it on steroids, you did.

If you are so interested in whirrled peas, why don't you give your lovely Chinese and Pakistani neighbors everything they want, why don't you?

All you can say is war crimes, war crimes. Do you remember Clinton's chicken high altitude bombing of Serbia?

War crimes, my tuches, Gopee Saraswati! Did you ever hear of friggin Arjuna? At least he was willing to listen to Lord Krishna's wonderful wisdom, and fight against the evil forces arrayed against him. Go back and read The Gita one more time.

After 9/11 we could no way Jose tolerate Taliban and Al Queda running Afghanistan. We could not tolerate Saddam laughing at all the mealey mouth, platitude spouting appeasers at the UN. That friggen guy gassed entire villages. There are mass graves of slaughterd Shia.

He had rape rooms for his enemies' young daughters.

Like so many Indian Leftoid Intellectuals, you are an arrogant know it all, Chandi-Bandi.

Go choke on your ghee for me, please.

Go have a basti.

You need it, sir.

I wonder how her dates are going these days.

Seriously, this dating/hooking up bidness makes me shudder.

I am SO glad that I have been out of circulation for the past 20 years, when I met my true lady love.

My iconic hero is Popeye the Sailor Man.

He'd be nuthin' widout the lovely Olive Oil.

Nuthin' ad all, my frems.

bla bla bla Bush bla bla bla bla Bush bla bla

Crocodile tears in your beers

You need depends my frems

Does war is hell ring a bell?

Will you always appease, please?

In Vietnam we said "sorry about that" when the whiney wimps wimpered

All this self righteous stuff: enough enough enough already

Don't your ever get tired of this sit?

Okay Okay keep having a fit

The record is broken every time you have spoken

Your number is up when your number is up

But keep on with your kvetching

You're not such a blessing

You're so massively wrong

Are you using a bong?