Treasonatrix Barbie: Meet the Real Marla Ruzicka
April 21, 2005

By Debbie Schlussel

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When The New York Times, “Nightline,” and CNN nominate a young blonde for sainthood ahead of the Pope, it’s time for a reality check.

Especially when that blonde, Marla Ruzicka’s sole purpose is to legitimize our enemies, cause problems for U.S. troops already in harms way, and morally equivocate dead terrorists with victims of 9/11.

Jane Fonda lite—but unfortunately without having been spat upon by right-thinking veterans.

The recent death of Ruzicka, an American “activist” in Iraq, elicited an orgy of gush—everywhere from Time Magazine to The Guardian of London to Al-Jazeera.

A 28-year-old San Franciscan, Ruzicka was in Iraq “to help the Iraqi people,” proclaim the multi-orgasmic mainstream media memorials to her.  Even the Wall Street Journal’s normally excellent Robert Pollock mourned “Ambassador Marla” for being a less gnarly America-hater than the others. 

Et tu, Robert?

With her cascading blonde hair and youthful looks, Ruzicka didn’t look like your average greasy-haired, pot-smoking, hackey-sack-playing, crunchy radical.  And the media swooned over her, the newly-anointed Vanity Fair pin-up in Birkenstocks. 

But looks are deceiving.  Marla Ruzicka was nothing more than a traitor cross-dressing as a peace activist. 

She formed the Campaign for Innocent Victims in Conflict (CIVIC), the goal of which was anything but CIVIC during the War on Terror or ever.  Ruzicka’s aim was to force the U.S. government to get an “accurate” count of “innocent civilian” deaths by U.S. troops and blackmail America into paying monetary settlements for each death.

But many of those dead included assorted terrorists, jihadists, and other collaborators and uprisers against Americans.  Ruzicka had the gall to insist that these Afghani and Iraqi dead, terrorists or not, get recognition and sympathy equal to victims of the 9/11 attacks.

More outrageous, Ruzicka got taxpayer money to fund her aiding-and-abetting pursuits.  Where was Marla Ruzicka on 9/11?  Hint:  Not asking Al-Qaeda for money to count and compensate U.S. victims of terror.

Ruzicka began as a professional protester for left-wing groups in her native San Francisco.  First, she was active with the anti-capitalist, anti-business Rainforest Action Network activist.  Then, she was an AIDS activist, interrupting an AIDS-related speech by Colin Powell.  As an anti-Bush protester, she wore a sarong with a protest-statement visible after she ripped it off her body in front of the then-Texas Governor.

Eventually, Ruzicka joined far-left Human Rights Watch and Global Exchange, falling  down another rung in bad fashion taste and dumping the sarong for a hijab, as she traveled first to Afghanistan and then to Iraq.  She didn’t wear the hijab out of any new-found sense of Pan-Arabia modesty, but rather to be down with her new Islamist homies.

Ruzicka went to Iraq as an activist for Code Pink, which is more aptly titled “Code Pinko” by writer Jean Pearce.  Code Pink is an assortment of neo-Commie America-haters who love Fidel Castro (and Cuba under him) and Marxist Sandinista thugs (thankfully, long ago deposed) and have ties to environmental terrorist groups (Animal Liberation Front and Environmental Liberation Front).

That’s bad enough.

But in Iraq, where Ruzicka traveled with the group, Code Pink functioned as a Pro-Saddam—and now pro-Insurgent—group of traitorous Americans.  Code Pink was in Iraq in October 2002, months before U.S. troops went in to the country, the following March.  The darlings of Al-Jazeera (and our own media, unfortunately) Code Pinkos acted as human shields and anti-American protesters in the Iraqi streets, much to Saddam Hussein’s delight.

But it gets worse.

Remember the Americans burnt to a crisp and hung from a bridge in the Fallujah uprising?  Code Pink donated over $650,000 to those Fallujah terrorists (Code Pinkos call them “refugees.”)

Back on U.S. soil, Code Pink harasses badly wounded American soldiers, protesting them outside the Walter Reed medical facility in Washington, DC.  Code Pinkos disrupted last week’s Congressional confirmation hearings on UN Ambassador nominee John Bolton, shouting and unfurling banners against him.  They are also shadowing military recruiters to foil recruiting efforts.  The upside: there won’t be enough soldiers to protect Code Pinkos’ rights and freedoms.

This is Marla Ruzicka’s beloved Code Pink.  It’s time to stop worshipping at the alter of this false heroine.

There are plenty of young American men and women Ruzicka’s age and younger who’ve been brutalized or killed in Iraq and Afghanistan.  But none of them got the wall-to-wall fawning coverage that Ruzicka got—unless they were anally raped or formerly played pro football.

That should tell you something about the media’s outlook on whose life is more worthy and whose death is more important:  American soldiers fighting for freedom—bad;  vociferous activist bimbette hampering those American soldiers and helping their terrorist killers—very, very good.

While it’s a sad day when any American gets killed by Islamic terrorists, it’s measurably less sad when that American aided and abetted them—and belittled our troops.

For Marla Ruzicka, a/k/a Treasonatrix Barbie, some might call it, poetic justice.

“The Interpreter”:  Sean Penn’s U.N. Mash Note
April 22, 2005

By Debbie Schlussel

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The last time I wrote about Jeff Spicoli a/k/a Sean Penn, he sent me an e-mail calling me the c-word.

In the past, Penn reportedly shot reporters with a squirt gun filled with his urine, so I got off easy.  Classy guy.

I critiqued Penn’s absurd interview in the thankfully defunct Talk Magazine.  It was just months after 9/11, and Spicoli was deluded from smoking too much pot, again.  He didn’t just insist that President Bush, Rupert Murdoch, Howard Stern, and Bill O’Reilly were as bad as Osama Bin Laden and Hitler.  They were worse.

Since then, as we now know, Penn transformed himself into failed emissary to Iraq—a Baghdad Spicoli a la Hanoi Jane.

But now Penn’s gotten smarter.  His propaganda doesn’t work when he’s playing himself in real life.

So he’s turned to the silver screen to do it for him, in “The Interpreter,” debuting in theaters today.  The United Nations is the setting, but it’s also the main star of the film.  Penn and Nicole Kidman are merely the co-stars.

As for promoting the U.N., Leni Reifenstahl (Hitler’s propagandist) couldn’t have done better—even if it’s hard to believe Spicoli as Secret Service Agent.  (When he tries to fake crying, all you can hear is his yearning for “tasty waves and a cool buzz.”)

Just when the U.N.—the bizarre confab of Third World republics and America haters—is getting its due in the media, Director Sydney Pollack comes to the rescue.  “Interpreter”  portrays this fraudulent former League of Nations as the idealistic body it never was and nothing close to the International House of Bozos it’s been for at least half a century.

Kofi Annan is one smart cookie.  After months and months of exposes on the U.N. chief and his son for their scandalous roles in the Oil for Food scam, this long two-hour campaign commercial comes to the rescue.  That explains why Annan gave Pollack—via 9/11 Comissioner and former Democratic Senator Bob Kerry—unprecedented access to the U.N. to film this love letter to Banana Republic Hate-fest Central.

At a meeting with Annan, Pollack promised Anna that “it would not be a movie that exploited the U.N. or the subject of terrorism.”

What he really meant was, “I will portray this august, heavenly institution as a bastion of principle, completely divorced from reality”

Instead of whoring itself out for money in exchange for propping up dictator Saddam Hussein and his barbarism, “Interpreter’s” U.N. is a great hall of freedom and democracy from beginning to end.  Bonus:  The falsely-named International Court of Justice—an illegitimate star chamber used to attack the U.S. and Israel and promote despots—is hailed in this movie, too.

Moviegoers are treated to snippet after snippet of U.N. delegates pontificating on freedom and human rights, as opposed to the hate-America and –Israel speeches you’d really hear there.  And—surprise, surprise—a lot of those speeches are translated from French.  No word on whether pro-Saddam Spicoli and Pollack got Oil for Food fringe benefits from the implicated French in exchange for image repair.

“Interpreter’s” plot entails terrorists allegedly trying to murder a head of state.  Originally, those terrorists were from a fictional Middle Eastern country, according to the Wall Street Journal.  But, after 9/11, the PC police took over, and the terrorists were transformed into Black Africans. 

“We didn’t want to encumber the film in politics in any way,” kowtowed producer Kevin Misher.  Plus, director Pollack promised Kofi Annan that he wouldn’t “exploit” the subject of terrorism.  In this case, “exploit” apparently has the new meaning of “tell the truth.”

Translation:  We couldn’t actually portray terrorists as Arab Muslims, so we decided to portray them as Blacks who blow up buses in New York.    “After 9/11, such an occurrence [blowing up buses] was authentic on every level in the U.S.”

Because everyone knows that Arab Muslims never blew up anything in New York  (attention 3,000 misted people).  They never tried to assassinate any leaders either (hear that, Anwar Saddat?).  The Blacks did it, right?  So much for “authenticity.”  But don’t bet on Hollywood liberals Pollack and Misher being accused of racism.

Also, unlike real life, the U.N. actually does something about the despotic world leader at issue and helps depose him.  Because, as we know, it was the U.N., not the U.S. military, which deposed Saddam Hussein through Oil for Food, “dialogue,” and “diplomacy.”  And, just as in the movie, the U.N. deposed the Black African leader who is committing  ethnic cleansing in his country. 

Too bad that in real life, the Muslim African president of Sudan has virtually erased its entire Black Christian population without the U.N. doing a damn thing.

U.N. and “Interpreter” minions are so thrilled with the final product, they want to make a “West Wing” TV versions of the U.N.  Gee, I can hardly wait.

Pollack would have been better off to remake his “Three Days of the Condor” with a U.S. government-Muslim cabal.  Given strong White House ties to Islamists Grover Norquist and Suhail Khan, and White House visits, at their instruction, by Islamic Jihad founder and leader Sami Al-Arian, that would have been a lot more believable than this propaganda piece for pere and frere Annan.

Pollack longs to be like great director Alfred Hitchcock, who also did a U.N. movie, 1959’s “North by Northwest.”  He one-ups the late Hitchcock who was refused U.N. access for his film.  And then he rubs Hitchcock’s face in it, making a Hitchcockian cameo as Penn’s Secret Service boss.

To paraphrase Senator Lloyd Bentsen in the 1988 Vice Presidential debates, I never knew Alfred Hitchcock.  He wasn’t a friend of mine.

But Sidney Pollack, you’re no Alfred Hitchcock.