By Debbie Schlussel
This week, President Barack Hussein Obama travels to the Muslim world to give them his reconciliation (read: ass-kissing) speech. We thought he already traveled to the Muslim world and already delivered the “look at me bend over” speech to them in Turkey when he told them that America is not a Christian nation and that we are not at war with Islam (even though Islam is certainly at war with us).
But what is hilarious is that, in anticipation of Syed Abed Obama’s [Mr. Slave Obama–they generally refer to Blacks in the Muslim world as “slave”; I added the “Mr.” term as a sign of their fake respect] arrival, the Muslims can’t even get their act together. More people were blown up in Afghanistan and Iraq, last week.
And over the weekend, America’s “partner for peace” in Israel, Fatah, was at war–in its usual, never-ending murderous inter-terror war–with HAMAS. Fatah forces loyal to “peaceful” Holocaust-denying Munich massacre paymaster and Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas fought with HAMAS in a gun and grenade battle which killed six. As we say in lawyer jokes, that’s a start. Six down, a few million to go.

HAMAS v. Fatah Rages on
as Obama Prepares to Fawn Over Islamic World’s “Contributions”
Yes, these are the people with whom Israel is supposed to make “peace” and to whom it’s expected by Hussein Obama to give away a good portion of its land. As I’ve said time and again, they can’t make peace with each other. And won’t even take the week off in a pretentious show of appeasement to their biggest fan, Obama. Yet Israel is expected to make peace with it. That’s a joke. Sadly, Israel is the punchline.
But don’t expect Obama to point out that they are constantly slaughtering each other just miles from Obama’s touchdown in Cairo, Egypt. Don’t expect him to even hint at any of this. For all of his posing in homo-erotic topless photos, showing off his muscles, the guy is among the wimpiest males there are. He simply doesn’t have the guts to point out the continuing internecine Islamic warring and barbarism, not to mention the same that they practice on us throughout the western world. The obvious will remain unmentioned during Syed Abed Hussein Obama’s begging, pandering trip to the Muzzies this week.
Instead, we will hear more of the Obama Three “B”s to the Islamic world that we saw in Turkey and which we warned about all during the campaign season: Bowing down, Bending over, and Butt-kissing.
Oh, and he’ll continue to tell the Muslim world about how he’ll pressure the root of all evil–those darn Jews–to give away their country to the organized, political forces of jihad, er . . . “partners for peace.”
Meanwhile, in related news, Millvina Dean, the last survivor of the sinking RMS Titanic, died in southern England.
Remember, just like this phony “peace process” and Obama’s disgusting obsequious “message” to the Islamic world, the Titanic was designed by the professionals.

By Debbie Schlussel
Meet Kenneth Duke. He’s the Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) resident agent in charge of Grand Rapids, Michigan.
While you would think that ICE agents are consumed with the millions of illegal aliens still in our midst and customs smuggling issues regarding the transfer of weapons and technology from America to terrorists and parties like Iran, in Kenneth Duke’s case, he’s apparently got those problems licked.
You see, he’s got so much time on his hands now that he’s solved all immigration and customs issues in Western Michigan, that he’s speaking out to newspapers to tell them that “torture” of terrorists in interrogations doesn’t work.

ICE’s Kenneth Duke & Boss Abu Moskowitz Speak Out

Against “Torturing” Terrorists
So, what exactly does torturing terrorists have to do with ICE?, you ask. Good question. Answer: It has absolutely NOTHING to do with the mission and/or functions of the agency charged with enforcing our nation’s immigration and customs laws.
But, since he now feels he’s an expert, Special Agent Duke decided to stick his nose into the issue and get some press coverage. After all, with the Obama release of selected interrogation memos and Dick Cheney and his daughter rightfully blasting Obama on this issue, it’s hot. And why not have an ICE agent opine on this issue, because clearly that is what we need our immigration bureaucrats doing.
Desk jockey Duke apparently thinks he has some special expertise in torture methods in interrogation because in April of last year, he volunteered to go to Iraq to help investigate and dismantle the financing Al-Qaeda uses to obtain weapons, build bombs and recruit homicide bombers there. Clearly, Agent Duke wasn’t totally successful in that mission, since Al-Qaeda is still successfully committing homicide bombings and killings there on a regular basis.
But Duke wants us to know that he’s never seen torture used successfully. Really? Does this mean he saw other members of his team torture suspected terrorists or that he himself did it? Did he file a report, telling higher-up authorities about this torture he claims to have witnessed? Was Duke present at the alleged “torture” a/k/a waterboarding that we used as an enhanced interrogation technique on Khalid Sheikh Mohammed? Is he aware of the intelligence on planned terror plots that we got from KSM?
It’s a sure bet that the answer to all of these rhetorical questions is a solid “NO.” I don’t believe Duke saw anyone torturing suspects. ICE simply isn’t involved in that kind of thing. It’s sad that the former U.S. Customs Service Office of Investigation, which is now part of ICE, no longer is involved in investigating and stopping terrorists financing, which it did so well under “Operation Greenquest.” However, Customs never tortured suspects and informants to get that info. That’s not the business they were in.
Duke even admits he saw none of this:

“There was absolutely no waterboarding that I was aware of.”
Duke is convinced other approaches are more reliable.
“There was no physical touching. Every once in a while, you might ratchet it up to where you would raise your voice.”

So, basically, he doesn’t know what the heck he’s talking about. And he needs to shut the heck up.
The real experts, not ICE or former Customs agents, but the military guys who interrogated KSM, Abu Zubaydah, and others, know what works. Yes, they are the experts, not an ICE agent who went to Iraq for a brief period of time and didn’t stop the flow of terror money.
While it is true–and I’ve heard it from many a successful ICE agent–that informants respond best when they are treated well by their handlers (as Duke asserts in The Grand Rapids Press), the people with whom the U.S. used enhanced interrogation methods are top terrorist masterminds who are smarter than that. They’re not your average ICE Arab Muslim street informant turning in his friends who sell ecstasy in Detroit. People like KSM don’t spill upon receiving a nice meal, a few bucks, and some compliments from an American male with a gun and a badge.
So why is Special Agent Kenneth Duke speaking out, to the media, against torturing terrorists, something clearly outside his purview and job description?
Well, any ICE agent can’t just speak to the press. These interviews are supposed to be carefully screened through the ICE Public Affairs Officer. And while Brian M. Moskowitz a/k/a “Abu Moskowitz,” ICE’s Michigan/Ohio Special Agent in Charge and Agent Duke’s boss (more about Abu M here), often violated that rule and leaked confidential information and stories to the press, none of the agents he oversees are allowed to do that. And this interview was done with Moskowitz’s full knowledge and sanction. He’s even quoted in The Grand Rapids Press article, praising his agent, Duke.
Why is Abu Moskowitz encouraging his agents to speak to the press about an issue that has nothing to do with ICE?
Well, Moskowitz is a liberal who desperately wants to run ICE or get a top job in the agency’s Washington Headquarters. In the past, as I’ve noted on this site, he’s also publicly defended the INS kidnapping of Elian Gonzalez from his cousins’ house in Miami.
Apparently, Abu Moskowitz–always a bridesmaid and never a bride–believes that if he kisses some Obama ass (the way he’s been kissing Muslim ass for years), he’ll get ahead. By having his agents speak out on issues important to BHO, like alleged torture of terrorists, and showing Barack a little love during this hot national debate, he’ll get in the good graces of the Obama-niks and their new chosen ICE Sheikh, John Morton.
Moskowitz is already the favorite boy tool of his boss, Marcy M. Forman-Friedman a/k/a “Peppermint Patty,” ICE’s Director of Investigations. She even chose Moskowitz to come to Washington and represent all ICE Special Agents in Charge at an awards ceremony, during which Attorney General Eric “Americans are Cowards” Holder gave ICE a $100,000 award for its “achievement” in protecting crime victim’s rights. (That’s funny, since the victims of illegal immigration are all Americans, and ICE hasn’t protected us much lately.)
But Moskowitz’s protector, Forman-Friedman, is not long for her position as his boss. And he needs a new way to get ahead.
Apparently that new way is having his top agent bureaucrats say stupid things to newspapers while illegal aliens continue to roam free.
Par for the course in the world according to Abu Moskowitz. Well past time for him and his bureaucrats to shut up and get to work.

By Debbie Schlussel
It’s Free Chocolate Friday, again. As regular readers know, every Friday through the end of September is Free Chocolate Friday, meaning that under Mars’ “Real Chocolate Relief Act,” you can get a coupon for a free Mars chocolate candy bar. Not healthy, but once in a while won’t kill ya.
Go here for the details and link to free chocolate.

By Debbie Schlussel
I can’t help but notice that the sole reason So-So (my very appropriate name for Sonia Sotomayor) was chosen as Barack Obama’s nominee for the U.S. Supreme Court is that she shares the life story of J-Lo, Jennifer Lopez.
In fact, the lyrics of the cheesy “Jenny From the Block” are basically the reason “Sonia from the Block” was chosen for the highest court in the land (minus the part about “put[ting] G-d first”). It’s just frankly, hilarious. Our President chose this chick because like, J-Lo, she’s a Puerto Ricana from South Bronx who went from rags to semi-riches. And that’s it. That’s the whole reason. What a joke. Guess I’m gonna have to refer to her as “Justice J-Lo,” once she gets confirmed by the Democrat dominated Senate. After all, neither J-Lo nor So-So have set any remarkable legal precedent in their lives. Neither have achieved legal greatness, and one of ’em is about to become a legal Supreme.
Here are the “Sonia From the Block” Lyrics. Obviously, I’ve substituted her name for “Jenny” and So-So’s “robe” for J-Lo’s “rocks.” She might as well sing this at her confirmation hearing, as it’s basically the Cliff’s Notes version of what we’ve heard from and about her so far this week:

So-So & J-Lo

Don’t be fooled by the robe that I got
I’m still, I’m still Sonia from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (South-Side Bronx!)
Don’t be fooled by the robe that I got
I’m still, I’m still Sonia from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (South-Side Bronx!) . . .
I’m down to earth like this
Rockin this business
I’ve grown up so much
I’m in control and loving it [Translation: I set policy from the bench and laugh about it in a videotaped speech]
Rumors got me laughing, kid
Love my life and my public . . .
Don’t be fooled by the robe that I got
I’m still, I’m still Sonia from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (South-Side Bronx!)
Don’t be fooled by the robe that I got
I’m still, I’m still Sonia from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (South-Side Bronx!)

Here’s the video (the song doesn’t start until about 40 seconds in). Imagine “Sonia” instead of “Jenny.” Their story is basically the same, minus the body (and, likely, the booty) and the cheesy tool, Ben Affleck:

Jenny From The Block lyrics – Jennifer Lopez lyrics

Jenny From The Block Video – Jennifer Lopez Music Videos

Music Videos by VideoCure

By Debbie Schlussel
I’ve already posted my review of “Up,” which I thoroughly enjoyed. Here are the other two movies opening this weekend.
* “Drag Me to Hell“: This fun, campy, self-deprecating movie is destined to be a horror movie cult classic. It’s everything a horror movie thriller should be, but, these days, usually isn’t. If you don’t like horror movies, this isn’t for you. But if you do–and you don’t like the blood and gore–this is your flick. I loved it. And it was funny. It’s a creation of director Sam Raimi of the “Evil Dead” and “Spiderman” movies (and one of my favorites, “Darkman”).
Alison Lohman plays a young woman working as an enterprising loan officer a bank. She came from a farm and is trying to advance in life on her own, seeking to become assistant bank manager. But she’s competing against the new guy, Stu Rubin (who is noticeably Korean–funny, he doesn’t look Rubin-ish).

An old, ill gypsy woman–who is blind in one eye and has decrepit teeth–comes to the bank because she’s being kicked out of her home, which was foreclosed upon. The bank already gave her two extensions, and Lohman wants to give her one more. But her boss reminds her that she is in contention for the assistant bank manager position, and that it’s up to her. She turns the woman down. When the woman lunges at her, she calls security, and the woman screams, “You shamed me!” Later, after a scuffle in the parking lot, the Gypsy woman puts a curse on Lohman.
Soon, the curse comes to life and Lohman is terrorized by intangible spirits and shadows. And strange things happen to her that jeopardize her chances of getting the promotion at work. Add to that her boyfriend (Justin Long) from a snobbish, wealthy family who look down on this commoner girl from the farm without social connections. We watch as Lohman tries to deal with these and attempts to rid herself of the curse, which may soon take her life. We watch as she consults an Indian psychic and tries to follow his advice.
Best line in the movie: When Lohman is told she must kill an animal as a sacrifice to the evil spirit. “But I’m a vegetarian.”
While there was a violent fight scenes and a very tiny bit of blood, this was not your typical contemporary horror flick, in that most of the bad stuff, most of the thrill and horror are in your mind and not on the screen. There are a few scenes set in scary places like a grave in a cemetery, and there are a few quick shots of various human mucus, but most of the scare is psychological and left to your imagination. And that’s what director Raimi said he aimed for. A great horror movie relies on imagination instead of the wanton, graphic and gratuitous violence, blood, and torture porn we see in much of today’s very weak horror flick offerings. In this one, for instance, while we know that a cat was killed, we aren’t shown that. It’s all in your mind. There are even no sex scenes. That’s in your mind too, though you see Lohman and her boyfriend waking up in bed together, after a really bad dream.
Still, this movie is not for kids. Don’t take them.
I loved everything about the movie, the casting, the sets, the tone and tempo, the camp (or is that, “campiness”?), and the fact that it made fun of itself. There was a lot of laughter, and deliberately so. It was almost as much a comedy as it is a horror movie. It had suspense, action, and excitement. And it was well done, including its classic horror flick ending.
If I had any qualms about the movie, it was that I was surprised at the usual negative stereotypes about Gypsies put forth in a major way in this film. You wouldn’t dare see Hollywood do this with a Muslim. No, not ever. But, see, there’s not Council on American-Gypsy Relations or Gypsy-American Anti-Defamation League.
Instead of lots of violence and gore, it leaves that to your imagination.
But, despite that minor flaw, I liked this movie a lot and felt it went by so fast, I wanted more. That’s the hallmark of a great movie.
THREE REAGANS

* “The Brothers Bloom“: Mark Ruffalo and Adrien Brody play two brothers who are con men. Brody is fed up and wants out, but Ruffalo convinces him to do one last con. The target: a young, eccentric multi-millionairess (Rachel Weisz), whom Brody romances to get her to fall for the con.
While parts of this were entertaining, this movie tried too hard to be artsy and cute. Ruffalo has an Asian girlfriend who never speaks and uses hand gestures, and the two brothers dress like they’re on a 1930’s set, even though the flick takes place today. It tried too much to be quirky, and in my view that took away from the movie. It annoyed me.
Plus it was very predictable, though the end gets very confusing. Mildly entertaining, but not my cup of tea. Plus I can’t stand Ruffalo, not because he’s a far left tool, but because the guy just can’t act. He’s not convincing. And Rachel Weisz, with her fake, forced American accent, caused me cognitive dissonance.
HALF REAGAN

By Debbie Schlussel
. . . Todd Palin. So whipped that not only did this man give up his job to become Mr. Mom for Sarah Palin, but now he’s given up his job (again) to become Mr. GrandMom for daughter Bristol Palin so she can go tanning, according to what they told People Magazine in an exclusive interview they granted in exchange for a ton of money.
Last week, I told you about the People Magazine cover story and 8-page glamor shot spread glorifying Bristol Palin‘s great American achievement of having teen sex and then having an illegitimate kid. The feat is so remarkable, unique, special, and noteworthy that 40% of America’s other moms are doing it this way, many of them teen moms just like Bristol.
As I also told you, Bristol Palin said she was doing this to encourage abstinence (which she was against three months ago, when she wasn’t getting paid for it) and to show us how tough it is to be a teen mom.

Well, here’s just how “tough” it is. Todd Palin gave up his job so he can raise the kid while Bristol goes tanning and to the gym. Yup, it’s really tough to be a teen mom, especially when you’re in your late 40s and your name is Todd. Here’s the money quote from the People Magazine interview:

Postponing his own lucrative summer work on the North Slope oil fields, Todd does the bulk of the childcare for now, while Bristol also hits the gym and tanning. “My dad lets me go tanning quite a bit.”

Way to discourage teen sex and promote abstinence. If you have sex, you might get pregnant. But then your dad will quit his job and stay home and raise your baby, while you go tanning.
Yes, we’ve found a winner. Todd Palin, most whipped man in America. Whipped not just by wifey. But by baby mama daughter, too.
Sorry, but no matter how much conservatives try to turn their principles upside down for the Palins and suddenly support the Mr. Mom lifestyle, facts are facts. And one fact is that gender role blurring isn’t good for America.
Remember, matriarchies fail. There isn’t a single one that has survived history, despite what feminists want you to believe. And being a Mr. Mom has to be one of the most emasculating jobs in America. Men whose wives bring home the bacon while they stay at home and change diapers are generally not happy and don’t do this out of choice. Men who do this simply don’t have the power in their relationship. The chick does. Double all of that with men whose wives AND daughters have put them in that position.
Todd Palin . . . Doing the job that some Americans (Sarah and, now, Bristol Palin) just won’t do.

By Debbie Schlussel
I’ve written before about how gay fashion designers (oops, I repeat myself) are trying to make men into women by dressing them in pink and other feminine details.
But since dumbed down pop culture can’t force men to wear pink or display pink decor, they’ve come up with a new euphemism for pink, “mangenta.”

As the founder and chief executive of Joie de Vivre hotels, Chip Conley is known for quirky, cutting-edge decors. But some of his investors balked when he planned a hotel interior and a financial-district restaurant that featured hot pink.
So he and his designers picked a new name for the color in their scheme: “mangenta.”

Real Men Don’t Wear Mangenta

Is pink the new black?
No longer relegated to the garish masses, the saturated pink shades known as fuchsia and magenta are suddenly haute. They are cropping up in all sorts of unexpected places, including building exteriors, sofas, shoes and iPhones. British designer Clive Christian, who accepts only clients who know better than to ask the cost of their “couture” kitchens, has created a concept design for the “Alpha Kitchen” that’s aglow with hot pink LED lighting.

Hint: If your kitchen is pink, er . . . “mangenta,” there ain’t nothin’ “Alpha” about it. Even Al Gore doesn’t need wardrobe consultant/feminist Naomi Wolf to tell him that.

Fuchsia is a leading color for fall in both womenswear and menswear. Hot pink ties drip from the racks of the upscale new Neapolitan Men store in Winnetka, Ill. . . .
“This is a somewhat unusual color trend,” says Dean White, executive vice president of merchandising at Paul Fredrick, where sales of hot pink ties have doubled to 6% of sales from 3% in the past year. “In the ’80s, sales in pink neckwear were very good, but that was in a more traditional shade of light pink.” . . .
“Pink represents a certain playfulness and confidence, particularly in men,” says Simon Maloney, head of buying and production for shirtmaker Thomas Pink, where pink is selling well and will be marketed as a key color for fall.

Nothing wrong with a light pink oxford shirt. My dad had a very pale pink Ralph Lauren oxford-cloth button-down that looked sharp with a conservative navy suit and tie. That’s one thing.
But this mangenta thing–hot pink–on a guy is entirely another. Just ridiculous.
This isn’t just some joke about quiche. If you wear mangenta, you are not a man.

By Debbie Schlussel
To my friends and readers, tonight at sundown, the Jewish holiday of Shavuot [“Shah-Voo-Oat”] (also called, Shavuos–in Yiddish), or the “Festival of Weeks,” begins. It is also referred to as “Pentecost,” not to be confused with the Christian “Pentecost.” It is one of the three Jewish harvest festivals.
However, I’ve prepared my movie reviews and some other columns and blog posts about newsworthy and pop culture events, which will be posted in my absence tomorrow. (The holiday ends at nightfall, Saturday Night.) So, while I won’t be here in actuality, I’ll be here in spirit and print, and, as usual, you will see new things here (even in my absence) that you won’t read elsewhere.

To my Jewish friends and readers, Chag Shavuot Sameach [a Happy Shavuot Holiday]. To everyone else, the holiday is basically, a celebration of G-d giving the Torah and the Ten Commandments to the Jewish people. On the holiday, men traditionally stay up all night, the first night, in Bible (Torah) study, and we eat dairy foods. Women can stay up all night, too, and some liberal Jewish women do. But since we’re not obligated and I’m not a feminist, I take (and enjoy) my non-obligations very seriously.
To learn more about the holiday, go here and here.
In the meantime, I still have plenty of other stuff to put up today. Stay tuned and keep yourselves posted. Again, you won’t notice I’m gone, as tomorrow, new, unique stuff–on issues you and I care about and inane pop culture stuff we don’t necessarily care so much about–will be up.

By Debbie Schlussel
Even if you don’t have kids or a family, “Up” is a movie you must see. If you do have kids, this Disney/Pixar flick is a great family viewing experience.
The movie is the best animated picture I’ve seen since “WALL-E” (read my review), with “Coraline” a close third (though that one is too creepy for young kids–read my review).
It’s not just the animation in this, which is so real that the fifties-style movie news clips at the beginning look like the real thing. It’s the charming story, which has everything–action, adventure, a young kid, an old man, talking dogs, a flying house kept in the air by balloons, a Charles Hughes-esque adventurer, and a peacock/ostrich combo bird. I just can’t say enough good things about this fun, enjoyable, escapist experience. It’s relaxing, entertaining, and full of imagination, the way movies–animated or not–are supposed to be. The story is timeless, but it sort of reminds you of the great movies they used to make.

The movie begins with a young kid, Carl, who marvels at the movies, seeing clips of his hero, Charles Muntz, an explorer/adventurer. Soon he meets a tomboy girl, Ellie, who shares his interest in adventure. They meet in a ramshackle abandoned house down his street. They grow up, fall in love, and get married, always saving for Ellie’s dream of moving to a South American paradise. They’ve renovated the ramshackle home where they met as their home.
But time goes by, they grow old, and Ellie dies before they realize their dream–her dream. (I thought that part was a little sad for kids, but it’s a very minor, brief part of the movie.) Soon, Carl finds himself a grumpy old man in his home, which is now surrounded by construction of a condo development. Rather than get hauled off to a nursing home, he attaches helium balloons to his home, in the hope of traveling to his and Ellie’s paradise. But he discovers that a boy scout seeking a “help the elderly” badge is stuck in his floating house.
Eventually, Carl and the boy scout find themselves in South America, right near the paradise Carl was seeking. And that’s where the real adventure begins. I don’t want to say more, lest I give away the story. But I guarantee you’ll be captured by its charm and cuteness. It’s also very funny.
If I had any reservation with “Up,” it’s that Carl is voiced by far-left activist Ed Asner. (In the ’80s, my father and Asner had a public fight in the press over Asner’s fundraising letters for a far-left Western Michigan Congressman, citing his Jewishness. My dear father, a recipient of the letter, responded with a letter of his own to Asner supporting the Congressman’s conservative Republican opponent, and it became a national news story. My dad told Ed Asner where to go, and Asner was too cowardly to respond.)
But there are other greats who voice the characters in the movie. The great Christopher Plummer plays explorer Charles Muntz. And John Ratzenberger of “Cheers” fame is the instantly recognizable voice of a construction foreman.
As I noted, the animation in this is phenomenal (and I didn’t even see it in 3D, though there are some theaters showing it that way). It’s lifelike. And the characters are very realistic (well, maybe not the talking dogs, who are also master chefs, etc.) and cute.
And at just over an hour and a half (it’s 96 minutes including credits), it’s the perfect length. Plus, as a bonus, there are cute, entertaining cartoon shorts preceding the movie. Also enjoyable and funny.
Don’t miss this. And don’t wait for it on DVD. This is a movie you should see on the big screen.
FOUR REAGANS

By Debbie Schlussel
**** SCROLL DOWN FOR UPDATE ****
Attention, Terrorists and Illegal Aliens:
Wanna know how to get rid of your fingerprints and remain unidentifiable?
Part of the reason that the federal government made a big deal (and spent a whole lot of money–much of wasted on dud machines and programs) on getting alien fingerprints when they enter the country (and when they leave, if ever) is that aliens–including terrorists–often give fake names and fake IDs. Without fingerprints, there is no way to ever keep any record of who they are and whether an alien who has already been deported or committed violent crimes is trying to re-enter. (That’s assuming we already have their fingerprints on file from a previous entry into the U.S.)

But now, in case aliens and terrorists didn’t know, the Department of Homeland Security and USA Today–getting info from the Annals of Oncology (yes, a cancer magazine)–are providing instructions on how to obscure or get rid of fingerprints. Oh, and by the way, here’s yet another reason to profile Arabs and Muslims–you know, the work that Americans just won’t do.

Before they can enter the USA, virtually all non-U.S. citizens 14 to 79 have their fingerprints screened at the airport or seaport to confirm their identity and make sure they’re not a security threat.

Stop right there. Why are we NOT fingerprinting kids under 14? Ever see the age of several of the Muslim homicide bombers in Gaza? Often they are just kids. I guess we’re saying, as long as you get into America before 14, you’re in and we can’t trace you.

But what if you don’t have fingerprints?
That was the dilemma faced by a Singapore cancer patient whose chemotherapy drug caused severe peeling of the skin on his hands and feet, which erased his fingerprints. His oncologist describes the case in a letter published online today by the Annals of Oncology.
The 62-year-old man was taking capecitabine, sold in the USA as Xeloda, for head and neck cancer that had spread to his bones, chest and abdomen (in the USA, Xeloda is approved for the treatment of breast and colorectal cancer that has spread). He developed hand-foot syndrome, a drug side effect that causes the skin on the hands and feet to peel.
After taking capecitabine for more than three years, the man, who wasn’t identified by doctors, flew to the USA to visit relatives. He was detained at the U.S. airport by Customs and Border Protection officers for four hours because they couldn’t detect his fingerprints, his doctors, from the National Cancer Centre Singapore, write.
Finally, the officers were satisfied that he wasn’t a security threat and allowed him to enter the country. They told him to travel with a letter from his oncologist explaining his lack of fingerprints.
Two years ago, Spanish cancer doctors reported a similar story about a 39-year-old flight attendant detained for several hours at a U.S. airport until her doctor faxed an explanation that the capecitabine she’d been taking for breast cancer had erased her fingerprints.
Many other drugs can cause hand-foot syndrome, but there is little information about whether they lead to fingerprint loss, Su-Pin Choo, one of the co-authors of the new letter, said in an e-mail.
“Hand-foot syndrome is more common with capecitabine than with most other drugs,” Choo wrote. Fingerprint loss probably is also related to how long a patient takes a drug that causes hand-foot syndrome, he said, and he added that patients receiving a continuous infusion of 5FU, a common cancer drug, also should consider carrying a letter attesting to that if they travel to the USA.
In the world, an estimated one in 50 people lack matchable fingerprints. “We have standard operating procedures that take that into account,” says the Department of Homeland Security’s Anna Hinken. She says Customs and Border Protection officers decide whether to admit such people on the basis of other physical and behavioral traits.

Wow, way to go, Homeland Security! Now, terrorists and illegal aliens know your methods and procedures on this issue and will take advantage to game the system some more. Because, hey, we don’t have enough of that already.
This is brainless. And it’s why we need to profile.
But for now, here’s what’s on the Al-Qaeda shopping list: loads of capecitabine a/k/a Xeloda. Oh, and as for the doctor’s notes, well, as I’ve already noted on this site, time and again, there are plenty of Muslim doctors who support Islamic terrorism, take part in it, and help illegal aliens into the U.S.
**** UPDATE: Hey, just in case terrorists and illegal aliens don’t have the proper back story on why they don’t have fingerprints, our awesome Department of Homeland Security gave USA Today some great excuses for aliens to tell Customs and Border Protection agents at the border:

Jihadist Security Artwork by Fred Taub/Boycott Watch