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Who is hardest hit by the subprime mortgage loan crisis? Americans down on their luck after succumbing to adjustable rate mortgages (ARMs)? American pensioners who invested in those loans or whose union pensions did?
If you guessed either of these, you would be wrong in the eyes of the Wall Street Journal and Reuters. Below is their screaming headline version of who the real victim is.
I hate repeating an old joke, but , and this headline is just the new contemporary, PC iteration of it:

G-d informs the leaders of the world’s nations that he will end the world tomorrow. The next day, the Wall Street Journal bears the headline, “World Ends Today, Market to Close Early.” The Jerusalem Post reads, “World Ends Today, Islamic Terrorism to End.” The Washington Post: “World to End, Women and Children Most Affected.” And the New York Times top headline: “World to End Today, Minorities Hardest Hit.”

It’s no longer a joke. We’ve seen the .
But, now–for Reuters and the WSJ–it’s the Muslims:

Bottom line: Forget poor, working-class and middle-class Americans struggling to survive. Let’s worry about the real victims–kefiyeh-endowed Islamist gazillionaires eating halal shawarmeh, who might have to put one less room in their Hilton-sized castles.
Oh, and one other thing, the full story says that Dubai’s Emaar Properties owns U.S. home-building subsidiary, John Laing Homes:

Emaar’s U.S. home-building subsidiary, John Laing Homes, represented 16% of Emaar’s revenue in the second quarter. The slowing U.S. housing market was one of the reasons the Dubai developer missed analysts’ profit forecasts.

So, you know from whom NOT to buy your next home. Unless you support Dubai’s record of state-sponsored anti-Semitic and anti-Christian hate and involvement in terrorism.

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I can’t imagine the consigliere of the Gambino Family or the Purple Gang’s top hitman instructing cops and federal agents on the importance of being sensitive to Italian- and Jewish-Americans. (But, hey, neither of those groups wanted to destroy America and convert them to their religion.)
So, that’s why–while no surprise–it’s a huge disappointment that the Transportation Security Administration enlisted “former” Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP) terrorist to conduct sensitivity training of TSA officials, agents, and other personnel.

Got Security?: Islamic Terrorist Imad Hamad Trains TSA
(Hamadafat by Six Meat Buffet/Preston Taylor Holmes)
That’s especially amusing, since Hamad engaged in marriage fraud to become a citizen, is an open supporter of HAMAS and Hezbollah, and is closely tied to Islamic charities that are funding and money-laundering for HAMAS and Al-Qaeda (and he remains a subject of over a dozen terrorism-related investigations, according to an FBI source). And that’s not to mention Hamad’s active participation–in the ’80s–in recruiting for PFLP, the group that . PFLP also perpetrated several homicide bombings in Israel and the assassination of Israeli Tourism Minister Rehavam Ze’evi. Oh, and I almost forgot: The U.S. tried to deport Hamad for several decades.
Hmmm . . . maybe he can educate TSA officials on the culinary delights of the (the code phrase used by PFLP terrorist Layla Khalid to signal the PFLP hijackings of the planes were a go).
And more bad news:

TSA managers were so interested and involved in the discussion that ADC was asked to conduct a similar session in the near future with all TSA airport supervisors. At the conclusion of the session, Imad Hamad was presented with a special TSA Certificate of Appreciation for his “support and cooperation in addressing important community and security matters.”

Uh, didn’t they hear that the FBI revoked a scheduled award to Hamad because of who he is? Kip Hawley (TSA chief), don’t you read the papers?
Yup, that’s who I want advising my federal security officials of “important . . . security matters,” an Islamic terrorist who openly supports their jihad. Feel safe on your plane?
Imad Hamad, Islamic terrorist AND TSA Sensitivity Trainer.
Nice work if you can get it. But . . . you have to be a “former” terrorist and current investigative target to qualify.
Hey, Sami Al-Arian and Zacarias Moussaoui, I hear there’s a job out there for you when you get early release from prison.
Or they could just settle for .

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**** UPDATE, 9:45 a.m. : Cause for celebration. Elvira Arellano was deported to Mexico and is out of the country. Now for the 19,999,999 others . . . ? Get to work, John “Costanza” Torres. ****
Well, with the folks atop Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) seems to have worked. A lot of what they do is a .
ICE proved wrong and, yesterday, arrested criminal illegal alien Elvira Arellano, yesterday.

Elvira Arellano & Anchor Baby Son Saul
Mazel Tov [Congrats]. That’s a great thing. And about a year too late, not to mention thousands of tax dollars it took for today’s L.A. arrest. And I’m glad that ICE Chieftess and ICE Detention and Removal Operations Director read this site and chose to prove me wrong (as I mentioned was a possibility–again, sometimes the reverse psychology, especially with egomaniacs, works).
–a criminal illegal alien convicted of using a false and illegally obtained social security number to work as a janitoress at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport–was holed up in Chicago’s Adalberto United Methodist Church, to escape deportation. She was ordered deported, but unfortunately was allowed to remain here for several years while she served probation. She recently announced she’d vacate the church to lobby to change U.S. immigration laws. I predicted ICE wouldn’t touch her (though added they might, just to spite me). Glad I was wrong (and right).
Still, we must fault ICE for waiting until Arellano left the Adalberto United Methodist Church in Chicago and trekked all the way to Los Angeles, where she was finally arrested, Sunday Afternoon.
–and it still holds–taking a hands off approach regarding churches (or mosques and other religious houses of worship) makes them de facto sanctuaries, to which all illegal alien criminals know they can seek refuge free from the hands of ICE. And waiting until she traveled cross-country to Los Angeles tells us that ICE DRO chief (and ) John “Costanza” Torres took the risk that Ms. Arellano could abscond into the great American abyss along the way.
And before they arrested her, here’s what Arellano and her anchor baby son (and pawn), Saul, were up to:

Arellano spent most of her day Sunday urging audiences of several hundred parishioners inside four separate churches to lobby House Majority Leader Nancy Pelosi and other congressional members from California to take up immigration reform immediately after returning from summer recess. Between stops, she donned a pair of sunglasses and slipped into the back of her group’s electric blue sport-utility vehicle with her son.

The Deportation Officers and Immigration Enforcement Agents who spent their Sunday in Los Angeles tailing and seizing this important deportable alien, though, should be commended for their good work. They are not the ones who set ICE policy, but they are the ones who work very hard to carry out the job. Good for them. They deserve a pat on the back.
In the meantime, an army of lawyers is already working to keep Arellano from being deported. So let’s hope, ICE had the van or the plane gassed up and ready to dump her back in Mexico, yesterday. Reports said she was taken to and processed at a detention center for subsequent removal to Tijuana. Hopefully, they didn’t let her stay another night on U.S. soil to allow time for an emergency appeal to be filed. Adios, Senorita Arellano? Or just, continuing siesta?
Some illegal aliens are upset that she chose herself to be their supermodel (what–they want , instead?):

[Illegal alien rights activist and La Tremenda radio host, Jose] Salas questioned why it appeared that mainstream media make Arellano out to be the face of undocumented immigrants, while her actions have exacerbated the animosity toward them.
“She wasn’t down to earth,” he said, adding that Arellano acted entitled to rights “when there’s thousands and thousands of people in the same situation.”
“She made everything worse,” Salas said. “She’s not a face of the immigrants. My family without papers, she doesn’t represent them.”

Puh-leeze. I can’t imagine bank robbers or drug dealers protesting on the radio over who’s “representin’.” But with illegal aliens, there’s no bounds to their chutzpah. That was Arellano’s problem. So chutzpahdik, it even finally woke up Rip Van Torres and his cronies atop ICE.
Now, for the 19,999,999 illegal aliens remaining (and counting) . . . .
Well, we can’t expect too much. Torres and The Princess had their men arrest Arellano. And now, they’re outta the business. A lawn jockey does more work.
Their resume-packing phase has ended, and the post-Bush job search has begun (for Myers, at least, and hopefully for Torres, too).

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If ever there was a photo that explained the meaning of, “A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words,” THIS is it.
Sent to me by both Jeremayakovka and Nurit of Out-Of-The-Box Thinker, I think this pic would make a great piece of campaign literature. No comments needed:

The Al-Clinton Family: Sheikh Bill, Princess Chelsea, & Sheikha Hillary w/ Gay Old Uncle Yasser

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Will Lola (with yellow feathers in her hair and her dress goes down to there) and Rico (with his diamond) be hanging at the White House?
Only on the odd chance that Republican Congressman Ron Paul gets elected. The Wall Street Journal’s “Washington Wire” reports that Paul got a cool $2,300 in campaign cash from none other than Barry Manilow.
“I Write the Checks That Make Ron Paul Sing.”

His Name Was Ron. He Was a Truther . . .

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There are so many new releases out this week, but the only one I really liked was “The Invasion.” “Superbad” was depraved, but hilarious. Here are my reviews:
* “The Invasion“: This remake of the original “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” also bears resemblance to “Night of the Living Dead.” I liked it a lot and recommend it for non-stop action, creepiness, and everything you’d want in a thriller.

In place of the original’s male Dr. Bennell, Nicole Kidman plays the modern, female version–a divorced psychiatrist. She begins to notice weird behavior among her patients and her ex-husband, who suddenly has an interest in their son. She notes that people have a lack of emotion in their eyes. She and her fellow doctor friend, dashingly played in this movie by James Bond’s Daniel Craig, discover a weird virus from outer space that mutates and causes humans to become zombies who try to infect the rest of the human race.
Together with Craig, they try to save her son from her ex-husband and the rest of the zombies.
While I found the film exciting and filled with edge-of-your-seat, non-stop action (car chases, staving off the infected zombies, etc.), I had a few reservations. Nicole Kidman speaking in a feigned American accent with exaggerated “R”s, is always a little weird and hard to believe. A little bit of cognitive dissonance comes with her ever spoken line. Sticking with her authentic Australian accent wouldn’t have affected the movie and would have made her more credible.
Did not like the single-mother-as-hero bit, with every man in the movie–even the dashing doctor played by Craig–ultimately being unreliable, creepy, and worse. We get enough of that message from a daily dose of “Oprah.”
While there is a fantastic conversational scene at an Embassy dinner party, I could have done without the political statements made by a Russian diplomat, who asks Kidman’s psychiatrist character,

As an American, how do you explain Darfur, Iraq, New Orleans? Give me a pill to see the world as you Americans see it.

HUH? America didn’t cause what’s going on in Darfur. That’s Muslim Arabs, comrade. New Orleans? G-d and the weather caused that, NOT Americans. Iraq? Are you forgetting how “peaceful” it was there for Iraqis under Saddam Hussein. Puh-leeze.
He goes on to say that it’s impossible to have a peaceful world because that’s not human. In later scenes, when the viral zombies take over and there is no emotion, we see newscasts of peace breaking out all over. “President Al-Sadr” is a “peaceful development”?! On which planet?
As my friend, Detroit Free Press film critic, Terry Lawson, points out, “Invasion of the Body Snatchers,” on which this one is based, was a clarion call against the spread of Communism. I like that message better, and today, they could have made it about Islam. **** UPDATE: I stand corrected (or Terry does). Read reader Red Ryder’s comment on “Body Snatchers” (in the comments section below). ****
Still, overall, I really liked and enjoyed the movie, for the thrills and the overall entertainment value. I’ve learned that with Hollywood, you can’t have everything. And with this one, the negatives are minor and far outweighed by the complete package.
* “Superbad“: More like, Superwarped. Boys will be pigs. That’s the theme of this one.
I have mixed feelings about the movie. The only thing supergood about it is the soundtrack. While I cannot really recommend it because of its extreme depravity and disgusting themes and antics, I must admit I found it extremely hilarious and laughed non-stop. Very difficult not to.
Still, it’s movies like this and the callous “do anything to get laid” teenage attitude on-screen that sends awful messages to America’s boys as they attain manhood. It puts added pressure on them to grow up earlier and earlier and help further decay America’s broken moral culture. Blame Hollywood for making my saying so prompt accusations of prudishness, rather than looking beyond the comedy to the disturbing mantra of this movie. In short, while funny, it’s low class.
The plot: A day–and night–long odyssey featuring two best friends and their nerdy sidekick. All three are virgin geeks who dream up the idea to buy alcohol and get their female friends drunk so they can have sex with them that night at a party. The movie follows their journey–full of twists and turns and two crazy police oficers–to get alcohol at a party store and at a random party. Probably the funniest gag in the movie is uber-nerd Fogell’s fake Hawaiian driver’s license with the one word name “McLovin.” Not a spoiler, since it’s in the movie’s trailer ads on TV.
Yes, I laughed, but again only while being embarrassed for laughing . . . and a little nervous, too. Sometimes what’s funny is kind of sick. And there was a lot that was just flat-out sick and indecent in this movie. The guys who thought it up–actor Seth Rogen and his friend Evan Goldberg–were pretty warped to dream up some of the things they did. And the messages for American teens–most of whom aren’t old enough to get into this “R”-rated movie–are not good ones.
The friendship of the two main characters, the two best friends, is one of close comraderie and male soulmates. But that really isn’t enough to justify the depravity that goes along with it and for which the friendship back story was really developed only as an excuse for unlimited raunch.
As I said, I found the movie hilarious and sick at the same time. And I’m embarrassed to admit I found it funny. Definitely not for kids, and definitely not for parents accompany their kids.
Thank G-d most guys I know are not like the ones in this movie. G-d help us from those who are.
You’ve seen them before in “Porky’s,” “American Pie,” and now, this. And you neither want them to date your daughter . . . or turn out to be your own son.

* “Death at a Funeral“: The only funeral that should have taken place is the one at the the production and distribution houses that chose to put this movie out. Completely disgusting, stupid, and not funny, this funeral “comedy” merits skipping at all costs.
The plot: Two English brothers are putting on the funeral of their late father. A comedy of errors ensues, from the wrong body being delivered to a wheelchair bound great-uncle who has accidents with his catheter and flying fecal material and sewage. That’s funny? Not to me. Meanwhile, a cousin is about to announce her engagement to a man who mistakenly ingests drugs and goes into hallucinations. He gets naked and rants and raves at the funeral. Funny? Again, not. And finally, there’s the midget who threatens to show photos of their father and himself engaged in a homosexual love affair. Funny? Not on your life. And maybe that’s why a dead person is at the center of this lifeless, disgusting bore.
Avoid like the plague. Gives new significance to reasons why Americans hate arthouse movies.
* “Arctic Tale“: Environmentalist global warming tripe costumed in cute animal characters and their scary ends. Meant to traumatize your kids into believing.

* “The Ten“: This movie is made up of ten vignettes that are supposed to remind us of The Ten Commandments. But instead it’s just a depraved display of the sickening and silly, perverting The Ten Commandments with their mention in this waste of time film. Jessica Alba and Paul Rudd are in this celluloid disaster.
Sorry, but neither repeated gay rape scenes of inmates in prison, nor Wynona Ryder having sex with a ventriloquists’ dummy, remind me of The Ten Commandments. Ditto for two neighbors competing to see who can buy the most MRI machines. Like I said, just stupid. And a waste of your life.

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Watching “Arctic Tale,” I was reminded of People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals’ (PETA) cruel tactics against kids in the late ’90s. PETA activists waited outside McDonald’s with indoor playgrounds, where they knew many kids would accompany their parents for Chicken McNuggets. They approached young kids and gave them toys and “Happy Meals” featuring bloody photos and depictions of slaughtered animals. I called it “McCruel Child Abuse.”
“Arctic Tale” is just as “McCruel.”
The beginning credits of the movie serve as a warning that you and your children are seeing the kids version of global warming propaganda film, “An Inconvenient Truth.” Four words say it all: Narration by Kristin Gore.

Yes, Al Gore’s daughter is taking his scary–but false–message and frightening your little kids with it. With animals dying or being savagely killed and eaten, this is anything but the cute cuddly movie they want you to believe that it is. Parents who brought their children to the screening I attended were disturbed that they’d brought their children to such a sad, brutal movie. The attack on males isn’t great for kids either.
The story: We see footage of two arctic children and their families–Nanu, the polar bear, and Seela, the walrus. They are babies and we watch them through adulthood. The only voice in the movie is that of annoying narrator Queen Latifah. She really should stick to acting. Her constant insertion of hip-hop slang isn’t cute. It’s cloying.
At first, you are sucked in because the baby polar bears are so cute. But that’s the bait. Then, there’s the switch. Latifah repeatedly lectures moviegoers about how their way of life has changed forever because of global warming. We see weather patterns change and destroy the way of life for both polar bears and walruses. They can’t find food and starve to death. They are abandoned by their mothers. They are attacked by other starving animals. They have no safe place to live.
Cute little Nanu’s brother dies, first getting sick, then dying of starvation. Nanu, just two years old, is abandoned early by her mother and forced to fend for herself because global warming has hastened things and they must compete for food.
Throughout, haunting “Halloween” and “Psycho” style music playsin the background. I was waiting for Jason and Norman Bates to make cameo appearances.
Then, there is the fact that these humanized animals are all women. Single mothers and “aunties” raise polar bears and walruses, and the men are never around. They only approach for sex. Oh, and they attack starving young women who beg to share in a morsel of their food. Please tell your children that this dramatization of men as animals who are losers, boors, and creeps is fake. This is the animal kingdom, not the human world, no matter how badly Al Gore’s daughter and Queen Latifah want us to believe the two distinct worlds are identical.
The only thing your kids are spared are the usual graphic animal sex scenes, which are standard fare on “National Geographic” TV broadcasts. (Only brief animal kissing, hugging, and cuddling is shown.) Thank Heaven for small favors.
In the end, Queen Latifah asks about the polar world,

What will their children do if it disappears? What will ours do?

Do you really want to scare your little kids with this? Not if you’re a responsible parent.
Oh, and by the way, a lot of the movie is a lie. As Latifah tells it, global warming has changed everything forever within a year. But the footage for the film was shot by National Geographic for 15 years. Not a problem to lie to the kiddies to make a point. The ends justify the global warming means.
Save your money and rent “March of the Penguins,” instead. Taking your kids to see “Arctic Tale,” isn’t just subjecting them to propaganda.
It’s child abuse.

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If you don’t know what arugula–the overpriced, bitter-tasting gourmet salad green–is, you’re not alone. Most Americans prefer just plain lettuce.
But arugula is proving to be Barack Hussein Obama’s George H.W. Bush automatic scanner moment. Remember when the elder Bush–during his Presidency and while he was trying to mount a re-election bid–went to a supermarket for the first tie in eons? His amazement at the scanners used by cashiers in the checkout lane showed most Americans he was simply out of touch. To most average Americans, scanners at your local retailers were already old hat by then.
Now Harvard grad Obama is having that problem with his snooty, upscale references. He’s simply worn silk stockings and rode in limos far too long. And it shows.

Newsweek reports that Obama’s statements littered with gourmand references are alienating “downscale Dems”. His “Arugula Moment” says it all:

On a sunlit Friday afternoon in July, Barack Obama stopped by Beverly Van Fossen’s farm in Adel, Iowa, to speak about “rural issues.” It was standard Hawkeye State stumping‚Äîuntil the senator took a stab at sympathizing with farmers whose crop prices have stagnated. “Anybody gone into Whole Foods lately and see what they charge for arugula?” he asked. Unfortunately, Adel isn’t exactly arugula country. “Someone near me whispered, ‘What’s arugula?’ ” says Van Fossen, 74. ” ‘You can’t find that in Iowa’.” Same goes for Whole Foods. The closest locations, reported The New York Times that evening, are in Omaha, Neb.; Kansas City, Kans., and Minneapolis. Whoops. . . .
For the past 40 years, Democratic nominating contests have pitted “wine track” candidates (backed by young, well-off, college-educated elites) against “beer track” opponents (who cultivate a less-educated coalition of minorities and blue-collar workers). The 2008 contest is no exception. According to the latest Cook Political Report survey, Hillary Clinton polls 12 points higher among voters who haven’t graduated from college than those who have; Obama’s numbers are reversed. His problem: only 34 percent of likely Democratic primary voters have college degrees. “If you don’t develop a solid base among downscale Dems, it’s very hard to get the nomination,” says demographer Ruy Teixeira. Unless Obama gets off the wine track, he could end up the latest in a long line of brainy, reformist also-rans like Gary Hart, Paul Tsongas and Bill Bradley.

The problem that comes with this is that you have many Democratic politicians trying way too hard to be folksy and sound like down home hicks, practically mocking their more down to earth constuents.
My favorite example is one my father always cites. Far-left phony and Harvard grad, U.S. Senator Carl Levin (D-Michigan), when he was campaigning against Ronald Reagan’s re-election, spoke to a blue collar audience in Michigan in the 1984. The snobby millionaire (whose daughter worked at “high-brow” cat-lady network, PBS) began droppin’ his “G”s at the end of all of his words. Are you gettin’ my meanin’?
Don’t be surprised if Obama starts doin’ the same.

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**** UPDATE: Also, at 8:05 a.m. Eastern, I’m on “The Pat Campbell Show”, Orlando’s top morning radio show, on WFLA-AM 540. Listen live. (Check out Pat’s excellent blog. I do, regularly.) We’ll be discussing CAIR and also . ****
This (Friday) Morning, I am scheduled to be on the “The Michael Smerconish Show,” on WPHT-AM 1210, Philadelphia, at 8:20 a.m. Eastern. Listen live.
I’ll be discussing and Matt Damon’s bizarre comments about .

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We already knew that pampered, left-wing Hollywood celebs like Matt Damon were not living in the real world. But when they forget that their on-screen alter egos are fantasy, they get carried away into lunacy. I mean, I already tired of Damon’s political preachery and the but this is ridiculous:

“Bond is an imperialist and a misogynist who kills people and laughs about it, and drinks Martinis and cracks jokes,” Damon told reporters.
“Bourne is a serial monogamist whose girlfriend is dead and he does nothing but think about her.”

Spy v. Spy: Battle of the Alter (and Huge) Egos

He added that Bourne “doesn’t have the support of gadgets, and he feels guilty for what he’s done”.

Yup, if he ain’t a sensitive girlie-man who hates himself and America, than he ain’t a spy of the modern day. So sez Hollyweird.
Quick, somebody, resurrect masculinity in Hollywood. Please. Clearly, Matt Damon resides in some parallel universe, where fictional movie characters really are real. Apparently, he’s having lunch with Han Solo and Indiana Jones at The Ivy, even as we speak. in his universe, Damon’s more heroic than both of those male chauvinists, not just the one draft-dodging actor who played them.
Time for Jason Bourne, er . . . Matt Damon, to retire to a “The View” co-hostess position. He’d fit in very nicely. He’s quickly become The Bore Identity–not to mention, The Boor Identity.
Thanks to Menorah Blog for the tip.