May 30, 2008, - 2:14 pm

BHO Vows to Disarm America

By Debbie Schlussel
Oy, it’s the Second Coming of Jimmuh:

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May 30, 2008, - 2:01 pm

Attention, Muslims: Add Dr. J to Your Boycott List

By Debbie Schlussel
This week, Dr. J a/k/a former NBA star Julius Erving was in the land of the “evil Zionists.” Time to add him to your boycott list, my keffiyeh-encrusted cousins:

Dr. J made a house call to Israeli President Shimon Peres.
Julius Erving, on a goodwill tour, told Peres in a stop at the presidential mansion on Wednesday that he considered himself an “ambassador” for Israel.
Erving and fellow NBA Hall of Famer Rick Barry are in Israel to raise awareness for the ‘Tower of Light’ youth village for underprivileged children.
“I am truly inspired to be an ambassador for the country and for the village,” Erving said.


NBA Hall of Famer Rick Barry, Israeli Prez Shimon Perez, Dr. J

Dr. J was in Israel to help draw attention to Migdal Ohr (Tower of Light), an organization that helps the poor in Israel. Among the many it helps, Migdal Ohr aids Ethiopian Jewish girls and those from the former Soviet Union who arrive in Israel and helps them absorb into Israeli society.
Erving and Barry put on basketball clinics for Israeli youths at Migdal Ohr village. Kudos to them for their good works.

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May 30, 2008, - 1:44 pm

Video of the Day: Is Hussein an Irish Name?

By Debbie Schlussel
The Corrigan family, readers from Limerick, Ireland, sent me this video.
I believe this is supposed to be a parody. It would help if they could pronounce his first name correctly, but they are not from here–they’re an Irish rock band from Limerick. They really could have mentioned that Irish middle name he’s got:

O’Leary, O’Reilly, O’Hare and O’Hara; There’s no one as Irish as Barack O’Bama.

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May 30, 2008, - 11:51 am

Per Usual, Detroit MSM Newspapers Follow Schlussel Lead on Hezbollah High. . . Two Weeks Late; Angry Muslims Call for Boycott of Israel, Shutdown of Schlussel Site @ Dearborn School Bd. Mtg.

By Debbie Schlussel
Finally, The Detroit Newsistan and the Detroit Free Press (and FOX News) have caught on to news I broke over two weeks ago about the illegal and unconstitutional actions of the cousin of Hezbollah spiritual leader Sheikh Mohammed Hussein Fadallah, who runs America’s first majority Muslim, tax-funded public high school.


Hezbollah High: Violent, Bigoted Fordson Principal Imad Fadlallah is Hezbollah Spiritual Leader/Terrorist Mohammed Fadlallah’s Cousin

As you’ll recall, at that time, I broke several stories on Dearbornistan’s Fordson High School Principal Imad Fadlallah–how he hit a student (for the gazillionth time) and tried to intimidate the students family into keeping quiet, how he fixed grades to bring up his school’s “performance,” and how he fired a 35 year wrestling coach because the coach continued to allow Trey Hancock, a parent and Christian minister, to attend his son’s wrestling meets, as is his Constitutional right. Fordson is a public high school, and Muslims seem to think that since they comprise at least 90% of the students at the school, that they can run it like their own little Muslim caliphate.
As I also wrote, Hancock was once a volunteer assistant wrestling coach at the school, but was unconstitutionally fired three years ago because the Muslim Hezbollah-supporting principal, Fadlallah, objected to Hancock’s real-life job as a Christian Minister, and because he had once converted a Muslim teen to Christianity, outside of the school (and before the kid was a student at Fordson). Hancock never proselytized at the school or in his capacity as an assistant wrestling coach. Yet, he was harassed by Fadlallah and continues to be, to this day.
Because I wrote about Fadlallah and disclosed his illegal actions, he and the extremist Muslim groups in town–the Arab American PAC, run by Hezbollah agent Osama Siblani (whose brother works for Al-Manar) and the American Arab Anti-Discrimination Committee, run by “former” Islamic terrorist, FBI Award revokee, and marriage fraud perpetrator Imad Hamad–sent out e-mails urging their fellow extremists to show up at a Dearborn School Board meeting to support the firing of the current wrestling coach, because he allowed Hancock to attend his own son’s wrestling matches.
And show up, they did, in a mob. And they got their in-house reporters, pan-Islamist Gregg Krupa of the Newsistan and Muslim Niraj Warikoo of the Free Press to cover it to their liking. Both copied a previous headline of a local Dearborn newspaper, screaming that “Parents Support Firing of Coach.” But it wasn’t mostly parents, it was a mob of Muslim activists responding to pan-Hezbollah AAPAC and ADC e-mails.
The angry Muslim extremists–led by Hussein Berry–also called for a collection of money by the Dearborn School Board and parents to sue me and shut down this website. I’d previously written how the paunchy Mr. Berry attacked Trey Hancock for “violating church and state” separations because he posted pictures of his son and his son’s wrestling team on his site. That’s a “church and state violation”? Sorry, but real mosque-and-state violations go on at Fordson (and throughout the Dearborn School District) on a daily basis, including Fadlallah’s banning of a high school prom (because it’s immodest and un-Islamic).
Another Muslim activist stood up and told the audience that “This is why we need to boycott Israel.” Yes, a Muslim principal whose cousin runs Hezbollah, hits a student, fixes grades, and persecutes Christians in violation of the law. And it’s all Israel’s fault.
In violation of open meetings rules, the Dearborn School District turned off the microphone and the video feed, so no-one would know that their meetings are forums for calls of boycotts of Israel.
Now, I’m told FOX News–whose midwest bureau chief reads my site and openly told me at a breakfast that he’d steal my stories unless I gave them to him–also called him.
Regardless, it’s funny how I break a story, generate huge Muslim mob thuggery at School Board meetings, and suddenly the pan-Islamist sheeple at Detroit’s “mainstream” newspapers discover it way late. And won’t cover the calls for boycotts of Israel and shutting down my free speech in their stories.
You hear it here first. And here, you get the full picture, not pan-Islamist filtering.
*** UPDATE: In case you were wondering, Fordson hasn’t done too well under Fadlallah. According to Standard and Poor’s “School Matters,” schoolwide reading proficiency is only 51.6% and math proficiency is only 40.4%.
Not exactly stellar.

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May 29, 2008, - 3:18 pm

Zohan: One of the Worst Movies EVER; Sandler Does to Israel What Hezbollah/HAMAS Could Not

By Debbie Schlussel
Dear Readers, I owe you a huge apology.
Last night, I screened, “You Don’t Mess with the Zohan,” the Adam Sandler Mossad agent-turns-hairdresser movie I’ve been looking forward to and promoting on this site. I apologize to you for helping promote this sickening movie.
Although I’m prohibited from reviewing it until the movie’s release, next week, I can tell you that it’s one of the most embarrassing, disgusting, horrible movies I’ve ever seen. The trailer–which is a way better movie at 2 minutes of the only good jokes–is misleading. The actual movie is like a very bad SNL skit version of “Munich,” and that’s being nice to this garbage.


The movie was vile and disgusting in its crude and explicit sexual exploits and rehearses every anti-Israel stereotype you hear in Bin Laden, HAMAS, and Hezbo propaganda. What Hezbollah and HAMAS couldn’t do to Israel’s image, Adam Sandler has done in wide release in American movie theaters. Mazel Tov, Adam. If I were any of these groups, I’d make this same movie.
Like the Sex and the City” movie, this one is obsessed with penises and naked butts (in this case, Adam Sandler’s penchant to exhibit his–or a body double’s).
I brought Muslim and Druze Lebanese friends who are pro-Israel to the movie, and they were disgusted, too. And embarrassed. And so was I.
And, as I predicted earlier this week, the message of the movie is that Jews and Islamic terrorists are all the same in America and all get along (a big lie). True to left-wing Hollywood form, Jews and Muslims band together to fight their common enemy–evil corporate America and White supremacists. Hmmm . . . Neither of those groups ever sent me death threats, but many American Muslims have.
Ha’Aretz reports that:

From the early production stages, Zohan was known in and around Hollywood as “the Israeli movie.” Sandler sought to fend off criticism.

Well, he certainly did that. “The Israeli movie”? PUH-LEEZE. Only if it’s HAMAS’ “Israeli movie.”
I don’t care how many free video games he’s donated to victims of Hezbollah bombings in Israel. Adam Sandler is a schmuck! And a putz.
Stay tuned for my complete review, next week.

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May 29, 2008, - 11:02 am

ABC News Cites Schlussel on Meghan McCain, Dunkin’ Donuts and the Keffiyeh

By Debbie Schlussel
Today, ABC News interviewed me and cited my February column on the keffiyeh and First Daughter wannabe Meghan McCain, in connection with the Rachael Ray/Dunkin’ Donuts story. Here’s the excerpt:

Debbie Schlussel, a Detroit attorney who writes a daily column for her conservative Web site, said, “I think they [Dunkin’ Donuts] ought to be applauded for that.”
But Laila Al-Qatami, spokeswoman for the [DS: Muslim-dominated] American-Arab Anti-Discrimination League [sic: it’s Committee, not League], a Washington-based civil rights and cultural organization, believes that this is all much ado about nothing. “I think Dunkin’ Donuts jumped the gun,” she said, adding that the scarf’s mere resemblance to a keffiyeh makes the company’s action seem “unreasonable.” . . .


Al-Qatami believes people like Malkin and Schlussel are overreacting. “It’s just an article of clothing,” she said. “It only carries that kind of symbolism for people like Debbie Schlussel, who are promoting fear of Arabs.” [DS: Ahem, I don’t have anything against Arabs and like a lot of them, girlie. It’s Muslims–who want to impose their extremism on America–that I have the problem with. Get a clue.]
Schlussel, the Detroit attorney and blogger, disagrees. She compares the keffiyeh to the Ku Klux Klan’s white hoods. “People need to realize it’s not just clothing,” she said. “It’s come to symbolize the garb of terrorism.”
Schlussel said it’s no accident that in some pictures and videos of Islamic terrorists who have kidnapped and killed Americans, their faces are covered with a keffiyeh.
In February, she took John McCain’s daughter Meghan to task when several pictures surfaced of her wearing keffiyehs. In one, her mother, Cindy, sits beside Meghan, who has the headscarf wrapped around her neck. “It didn’t occur to her that her daughter shouldn’t be wearing that,” Schlussel said. “The possible future first lady doesn’t see that?
“People need to be educated,” she added. “I think they can’t have an excuse these days when wearing that.”

Couldn’t have said it better myself.
The article also quotes and cites the observant Pamela Geller of Atlas Shrugs, who–as I noted, yesterday–broke the story of the Dunkin’ Donuts/Rachael Ray keffiyeh garb.

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May 29, 2008, - 10:03 am

BusinessWeek Asks: Too Many Women Doctors? Female Docs Work Far Less Hours

By Debbie Schlussel
Because of commitments to family and other predilections, studies show that women doctors work far less hours than men, both here and in Great Britain.
Predictions are that there’s a looming, severe shortage of doctors in the next three years. I blame that on HMOs and other bad price-fixing forces that reduce the attraction for the best and brightest to go into medicine.
Businessweek says that with women dominating the medical field more and more (because of affirmative action and more support for female students than for males, far more women are now in college and medical school than men), this will make healthcare even harder to get, since they work less:


Finding a doctor could soon be even harder than paying for one. Various studies have projected a shortfall. . . .
This looming shortage is forcing into the open a controversy that has been cautiously debated in hospitals and medical practices for some time: Are women doctors part of the problem? It’s not the abilities of female doctors that are in question. It’s that study after study has found women doctors tend to work 20% to 25% fewer hours than their male counterparts.
The British Medical Journal went public with the debate on Apr. 5 when it published a commentary by Dr. Brian McKinstry, a general practitioner at Scotland’s University of Edinburgh, titled “Are There Too Many Female Medical Graduates? Yes.” McKinstry argues that “. . . [W]e need to take a balanced approach to recruitment.” . . .
Today women account for one-third of the physician workforce. In U.S. medical schools, they make up half the class. [DS: Actually, it’s well more than half, as repeatedly documented by USA Today.]
But even those who disagree with McKinstry’s position acknowledge that women doctors in the U.S. work less–47 hours per week on average, versus 53 for men. They also see about 10% fewer patients and tend to take more time off early in their careers. “It’s pretty much an even bet that within a year or two of entering practice they will go on maternity leave,” says Phillip Miller, a vice-president of the medical recruiting firm Merritt, Hawkins & Associates. Then they are going to want more flexible hours.”
Such demands tend to irritate older doctors. “The young women in our practice are always looking to get out of being on-call,” says a male internist at a large New York-area medical group who asked not to be named. “The rest of us have to pick up the slack. That really stirs up a lot of resentment.

Another example of this disaster is the absurd story of Dr. Sophie Currier.
All of this is a great-but-sad illustration of the failure of affirmative action. We gave a boost and pushed all the resources to women in a push to get them to go into medicine. And we ignored the men who wanted that career path. Now, as I noted above, women dominate medical school admissions and student bodies.
And since they work far less, we may have a healthcare crisis on our hands very shortly. Gender preferences at work.

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May 29, 2008, - 1:31 am

“Hags and the City”: My Review of Trashy, Anti-Male “Sex & The City” Movie

By Debbie Schlussel
A national IQ test for women takes place starting tonight. It’s called, “Sex and the City,” the movie (SATC).
If you like this TV-show-turned-feature-length-film and you’re female, you failed. If you like it, and you’re a guy, you threw away your man card long ago. You’re not a failure. Just gay (like the people who created this show) . . . not to mention, completely bereft of testosterone.
When, early in his Presidency, George Bush had never heard of the TV show, he was attacked in New York Times reporter Frank Bruni’s book for that. But, au contraire, it was a badge of honor for him and one of the few things that marked his intelligence and good taste.


A close-up shot of a woman’s pubic hair sticking out of her bathing suit, and another woman defecating in her pants–both are, um, “highlights” of the SATC movie. GUH-ROSS. I thought I was watching a bad, juvenile frat boy movie. This is what substitutes for haute culture for women in America, these days. Very sad. But not as sad and miserable as these four haggish women, who like their former TV show, can’t be called “past their prime” because they never were “prime.” Just primitive . . . and reliably sleazy and low-class.
Unfortunately, they’re Delphic oracles to far too many American women, if the long lines of drooling women who packed four large theaters at a promotional screening I attended were any indication.
And the diarrhea accident and unsightly giant vaginal hirsute protrusion shot are just the bathroom “humor” in “SATC,” in which three 40-somethings and one 50-something make up a foursome of bawdy, aging women who wasted their lives sleeping around, cackling about it, and acting like immature, 20-something sex-crazed male dogs in heat. Because they dined in glamorous places, wore trapezoid shaped clothes and $1,000 fancy high heels, this somehow made their low-brow, savage behavior, “classy.”
With their conduct and bitterness in addition to their age, if these women were even a day older, they’d have to change the title to “Sex and the Cat Ladies.”
Disgusting and vulgar, and coupled with so much angst, screaming, shrieking and crying, watching this movie I thought I was caught in the middle of the Spitzer marriage on the day Client-9 was unveiled. Painful to sit through, not to mention for about 2.5 hours. Peppering it with way too many gratuitous shots of sky-high-priced stiletto heels (which, in the case of SATC, are the real “axis of evil”) and bizarre fashion–far more than the TV show ever did–doesn’t make it any more bearable. If I wanted to look at the Nieman Marcus catalog, I’d stay home and read it on the couch (and see the merchandise on real, glamorous models, not women who look like male transvestites). Equine star Sarah Jessica Parker, looking particular male-with-makeup on in one scene, dons an ugly turquoise bird in her hair. Blech!
For the record, I was never a fan of SATC, the HBO TV series, which takes place in New York . . . or at least the New York in Gloria Steinem’s own special torture chamber fantasies. Four women–at least, we think they’re women–who look like female impersonators in drag think and act like they’re supermodels.
The star, Parker, who looks the most drag-ful, plays a loser sex and dating columnist Carrie Bradshaw, who constantly gives herself over to use and abuse by a series of dysfunctional and/or philandering men who are cold and can’t love. Is there any other kind of men in SATC? Uh, no. (The occasional exceptions are men who are so horribly naive and innocent as to be childlike.) The love of her life–“Big,” whom we learn is named John James Preston, as if we care–is the worst of them. And he does it even worse in the movie, something we thought was resolved at the end of the TV series.
There’s Cynthia Nixon as Miranda Hobbes, the lesbian-esque lawyer with shocking red hair who plays man to the chickish male bartender she uses and abuses and whose kid she fathers, er . . . gives birth to. Wasn’t Miranda the name of one of one of the elderly witch aunts on “Bewitched”? Very apropos. She’s more butch than ever in her behavior in this movie. In real life, Nixon left the fiance-father of her two kids for a lesbian relationship. Shockingly, she’s the “female” in the relationship. Think she’s happy?

“Sex and the City’s” Cynthia Nixon (Right) w/Lesbian Partner

Kim Cattrall is Samantha Jones, the oldest of the bunch and most vain. She consumes her life with skin treatments, sex toys, and sex acts with near strangers and total strangers. In real life, we call that a “sex addict” or “the most used piece of equipment in the gym.” In SATC’s alternative hate-men-iverse, it’s called “empowerment.” Or is that . . . empowerwomynt?
She’s lucky SATC came along to rescue her from her previous Shakespearian reputation as the mannequin in “Mannequin,” as a slut in the raunchy “Porky’s,” and as a character in a movie called, “Live Nude Girls.” Now, Catrall’s a much hipper, wealthier, more “respectable” brand of slut in SATC, and she has nicer clothes. In real life, Catrall–who wrote an explicit sex book with her much younger husband and then divorced him–is living out her character’s life and not seeming to enjoy it much. Despite her self-proclaimed expertise on sex (she’s written two books on it), she’s had three failed marriages. So much for alter egos in the world of glorified on-screen sluttery.
And finally, there’s Kristin Davis as Charlotte York, who also has been, ahem, “victimized” by rich men who date and marry her. No biggie that she’s a gold-digging idiot who got what she deserved and is more annoying and naive than words.
The movie version rehashes the same old stories that were put to bed four years ago when the show mercifully ended. It’s like exhuming the rotted corpses of unworthy people you could barely stand, and for no apparent reason you must look in vain for a gold tooth among the worms and porous bone. You never find the gold, though.
Is there a point to this movie–other than to make money for the Hollywood figures involved and rehash and reinforce man-hating and miserable, sex-crazed attitudes and lives? Oh, I guess there’s one point, which is the soft-core porn element of this flick. These aging actresses gotta show us they’re still in shape and flash their breasts onscreen–in one case sprinkled with sushi. That, and way too many explicit sex scenes and close-ups of men’s naked butts en flagrante delicto.
Why watch sleazy porn and be labeled a perv, when you can watch this garbage and have the kosher seal of approval from America’s feminists and the phony mainstream media, all gushing over SATC phony “kitsch”?
The only classy thing in this entire movie is the presence of the talented Jennifer Hudson, the Academy Award winning actress and former “American Idol” contestant. And that’s why her character doesn’t belong anywhere near these walking disease incubators.
I suppose Hudson was inserted into the movie–as Parker’s assistant–to answer the complaints over the years by Black America, that there were no Black women in this fashionable pay cable TV gang of hos. See Ebony and Jet, now your prayers about the ultimate in civil rights–close to equal homie billing with the most haggard foursome of whores–have been answered.
Filth and male emasculation–the staples of the TV show–are even more plentiful and pungently rancid in the onscreen version. Shocker.
Is this really what women want? Forget all the raunchy guy movies that have come out in recent years. None have anything on this grotesque celluloid piece of trash. If you’ve ever called men pigs or chauvinists or decried their alleged collective behavior toward women, but yet you like this movie, you’re a hypocrite. The men in our world have nothing on these pigs in skirts.
Men are from Mars. Women are from . . . aging slut hell. But, hey, their jewel-encrusted stiletto Manolo Blahnik satin pumps cost a fortune.
And that’s all that matters.

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May 28, 2008, - 5:00 pm

Power Outage

By Debbie Schlussel
I had a power outage here for most of the day, and I had a choice: Go to a wireless place and write/post from my laptop . . . or go to the gym to work out. I chose the latter. Sorry, guys. Stuff happens.
But I will post more later on. Stay tuned.
Oh, and when my power suddenly went out, I was in the middle of typing my review of “Hags and the City,” er “Sex and the City.” Will have to rewrite the whole thing, which won’t be difficult. Like I said, stay tuned.

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May 28, 2008, - 11:26 am

Ben & Jerry’s Brings You the Dumbest Re-Enactment of the Decade; Honors Moral Equivalency for Palestinian Terrorism

By Debbie Schlussel
Remember these two drug-addled citizens of Greater Hirsutia and their famous advertisement for bed sores, AIDS, and how to help Communism succeed in its tyranny? They called it a “Peace Bed-In.”
Well, homely actress Maggie Gyllenhaal–who famously told us that America is to blame for 9/11 and that we deserved it–is teaming up with “peace activists” (I call them, “the capitulation team”) and Ben & Jerry’s at the ice cream company’s New York to re-create the John Lennon and Yoko Ono Peace Bed-In of 1969.


Hair Peace, Bed Peace in Our Time, But NO World Peace:

John Lennon & Yoko Ono @ “Bed-In”

Joining Ms. Gyllenhaal will be photographer Roy Kerwood, who shot the original protest. They will be honoring today’s “leaders” of the peace movement, including Robert Kent, who runs a moral equivalency camp for the kids of Israelis and the Palestinian terrorism supporters who would destroy them. All together now: Awww.
And in another example of the capitalism multi-millionaires Lennon and Ono pretended to be against, Ben & Jerry’s is unveiling a new Lennon tribute ice cream, “Imagine Whirled Peace,”–caramel and sweet cream ice cream, fudge peace signs, and toffee cookie pieces.
What kind of mix-in will symbolize all the diseases John and Yoko got in their free love lifestyle?
And when will they produce the ice cream flavor about how nukes brought down the Soviet Union and communism, because we–thankfully–didn’t listen to John and Yoko?
Oh, and where is the ice cream tribute to the first wife and son (Julian) whom John Lennon cast aside for Yoko? Talk about “Whirled Peace”.
The whole thing is part of Ben & Jerry’s promotion of the Lennon Estate and Peace One Day, a nonprofit group whose goal is to have a global ceasefire every Sept. 21.
Hmmm . . . maybe they should have a “HAMAS Caramel Chaos” flavor. I’m sure–in exchange for a slice of the profits–the group will agree to a “hudna”–a ceasefire–on Sept. 21, while they plan their next terrorist attack. (Check out my other suggested “Peaceful” Islamic Ben & Jerry’s flavor names.)
As I’ve noted in the past, Ben & Jerry’s paid for Cindy Sheehan’s world tour, peppered with anti-Semitic and anti-American sentiment.
Very un-delish.

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