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Remember Homeland Security Chief Tom Ridge’s color-coded warning system?
He should have put himself on Red–a “severe risk” of attack–for his ludicrous meeting with Arab-American supporters of terrorism–and even a terrorist.
It’s never expected for those who are supposed to protect us to break bread with those who endanger us. But on Tuesday, April 16, at Dearborn, Michigan’s “La Shish” Restaurant, Ridge and Treasury Secretary O’Neill “broke pita” with Imad Hamad, Ismael Ahmed, Ali Berry, Osama Siblani, Imam Hassan Qazwini, and several other Detroit area Muslim Arab leaders–all of whom applaud Arab terrorism.
A scarier cast of characters would be hard to find:

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By Debbie Schlussel

He defends the Taliban, hangs out with Yasser Arafat, and urges a violent, armed struggle by Arab terrorists.

Yet Adam Shapiro, formerly of Brooklyn, New York, is the American media’s latest media darling.

Adam Shapiro & Huwaida Arraf

Shapiro, who was born to a Jewish family and grew up in the United States, is portrayed as an idealistic, nice guy who–like every Miss America candidate and Rodney King–wants us to all just get along. He supposedly demonstrated this by staying the night with buddy Yasser at the Arafat Terrorist Bed and Breakfast in Ramallah, recently. With his shaved head, bandanna-scarf babushka, and hoop earring, he’s a hip dude, too.

That’s the media version.

The New York Times, Associated Press, and The Detroit News use the terms “humanitarian,” “volunteer worker,” and “peacekeeper,” respectively. In a letter to the editor of The New York Times, Lisa Reynolds Wolfe, his former NYU student (where he was a teaching assistant) writes of Shapiro’s “global citizenship” as a “qualit[y] that led to New York’s emergence as a world city.” In a laudatory April 4th editorial, The New York Times describes “Adam Shapiro’s peaceful action.”

But the real Adam Shapiro makes these comments laughable, and his ample writings in the defense of terrorism and even the Taliban make these respected news operations seem like incompetent nitwit newsgatherers, at best.

Like his new slumber party pal Arafat, his real feelings, as expressed in the Arab media, put the lie to what he says in the Western media.

On April 1st, Shapiro claimed on New York’s WOR radio station, “I want peace, an end to all violence.” But Shapiro–and the press’ pandering coverage of him–is the April Fools Day prank that keeps on giving.

A little research and fact-checking by lazy reporters covering this American supporter of terrorism against Americans, Jews, and Israelis, would show that Adam Shapiro is hardly a peace activist of any kind.

On January 29th, Shapiro and his Palestinian American fiancee, Huwaida Arraf of Roseville, Michigan, praised suicide bombers’ missions and “martyrdom” in the Palestine Chronicle. “This is no less of a jihad. This is no less noble than carrying out a suicide operation. And we are certain that if these men were killed during such an action, they would be considered shaheed Allah [martyrdom].”

In the same article, Shapiro and Arraf wrote of their support for armed struggle. “The Palestinian resistance must take on a variety of characteristics, both nonviolent and violent. But most importantly it must develop a strategy involving both aspects . . . . Let us reiterate, we accept that Palestinians have a right to resist with arms.”

Shapiro’s brother, Noah, told the New York Times that Adam’s beliefs in the teachings of Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr. motivated him to help the Palestinians. “He’s passionate about it, and wants to show there is a way to protest without suicide bombings.” Brother Noah, a New York lawyer, is apparently not too familiar with his brother’s “work”—or more likely, deliberately lying. While Adam and fiancee Arraf urged an armed struggle, they also praised “India militants” who attacked “while Gandhi conducted his campaign” and the violent cop-killer “Black Panther Movement” that “existed side-by-side with the Civil Rights Movement in the United States.”

The International Solidarity Movement (ISM), co-founded by Adam Shapiro, is constantly referred to as a “peace movement,” and by the New York Times as ”nonviolent.” Mary Arraf, sister of Shapiro’s fiancee Huwaida, told The Detroit News of ISM, “They don’t believe in violence.” But ISM’s views and activities, which can be seen at palsolidarity.org, are the epitome of violence, including, “We recognize the Palestinian right to resist Israeli violence and occupation via armed struggle.”

Critics have compared Shapiro to American Taliban terrorist, John Walker Lindh, a claim his family insists is unwarranted.

Really?

Like Lindh, Shapiro has a strong affinity with extremists in Afghanistan, asserting that the Taliban was unfairly displaced. “It seems to me that Palestine has become Afghanistan XP (as in expropriated),” he complained in the January 29th edition of The Jordan Times. “Like the Taliban in Afghanistan, the rightful and legitimate Palestinian leadership has been stripped of its standing in the international community and has been deemed irrelevant by its opponent.”

It’s no coincidence that the “Guerrilla News Network,” last week, picked Shapiro as its “Guerrilla of the Week,” last week. Ironically, Shapiro’s previous claim to fame was as a counselor at Seeds of Peace, a camp in Maine for Arab and Jewish youth that emphasizes tolerance. That’s why the camp is a joke.

Like his brother’s and future sister-in-law’s comments, you can’t believe anything Shapiro’s family says. His parents claim they had to suddenly leave their Brooklyn apartment due to death threats. But not before they spent time posing lovingly for and interviewing with the New York Times. It’s hard to feel sympathetic for them, though, when their son is associated with Hamas and Hezbollah tactics aimed at killing of Jews and Americans. After all, Adam’s parents are Jews and Americans.

The Shapiro family cast their garbage upon the waters, and it has revisited them. The fact that they were born of Jewish blood may be a novelty to the media. But it is really just an accident of birth.

That their son is a terrorist for Yasser Arafat and defends the Taliban is a matter of choice and improper parenting.

Shapiro says he will return to the U.S. in May for his wedding to Arraf. But not until he gets a security detail. Given his rhetoric and terrorist friends, it’s America that needs security from Adam Shapiro.

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President’s Bush’s most influential advisor wears blue-lensed glasses, even at night. And in the Oval Office. He’s named after a hearing-aid store. And employed a convicted IRA terrorist as his bodyguard.
Bono, lead singer of pop band “U2,” is the driving force behind President Bush’s proposal, announced Thursday, to give outright grants to–and start forgiving the loans of–the world’s debtor nations.
With Bono at his side, Bush announced an extra $5 billion in aid (in addition to the $17 billion we already give) to debtor nations with few strings attached, plus raising our contribution to a global AIDS fund to $500 million.
If you’re against terrorism and tyranny, this policy is a disaster.
The world’s top debtor nations and recipients of AIDS funding include countries like Muslim Arab dictatorship Sudan, which practices murder, gang-rape, torture, and enslavement of Black Christians and Animists. The cozy, cooperative home to Osama Bin Laden for years, it is ground zero in Islamic extremism and a hotbed of terrorism. Oil-rich Sudan is also developing its oil-fields with the Chinese, doubling its military budget, and building new weapons factories with China.
Like Sudan, many debtor nations owe money to the US taxpayer–subsidized World Bank and IMF because their leaders squandered it for personal use, state-sponsored repression, military build-ups, and–sometimes–financing terrorism.
The top ten debtor nations alone, according to the IMF, owe at least $74.5 billion. Would multi-millionaire Bono forgive the price of U2’s concert tickets and CD’s–as he’s asking tax-paying US working stiffs to do? Contrary to Bono’s propaganda, which apparently charmed Bush, the claim that poor countries can’t repay debts is false, according to Jeff Lamb, the World Bank’s director of resource mobilization. “The record of repayment from those countries is pretty stellar,” he told The Washington Times in July 2001. “We have had around 3 or 4 percent of nonpayment over the years.”
The philosophy behind Bono/Bush’s new foreign policy, announced just six months after September 11th, is that “AIDS is a bigger threat than rogue states,” the rocker told AP. “It’s a bigger threat than Saddam Hussein.”
Really? Maybe that would explain why, last fall, Irish citizen Bono and U2 guitarist “The Edge” skipped their scheduled appearance at the “Concert for New York City,” honoring fallen WTC heroes and aiding their families, but showed up to their paid Madison Square Garden gig, where Bono lectured the crowd on “empathy with Muslims. They go to Church, too.” No, they go to mosques, some of which spout hate. Hate likely similar to that of convicted IRA terrorist John Noonan, whom Bono employed as his bodyguard. It’s enough to make you cheer that the Playboy Centerfold Edition of “Fear Factor” beat U2’s Superbowl Halftime performance in TV ratings.
Ironically, in announcing the new aid package, Bush used terrorism as an excuse, citing poverty as allowing “a terrorist regime to seize power” in Afghanistan and other nations. But the US gave Afghanistan billions, including over $117,869,525 in Fiscal Year 2001. That was only through July 9th, according to a USAID Information Bulletin to that date. Hardly a prophylactic to Osama Bin Laden taking over.
The strange worship of this emperor with blue glasses is not surprising in Hollywood, where Tom Cruise told a crowd that Time coverboy Bono “makes us all proud to be human” before bowing down to him. It’s Washington’s starstruck worship of Bono that is disturbing. “I appreciate Bono,” Bush gushed, after an Oval Office meeting and Presidential limo ride together, praising Bono’s efforts “to achieve what his heart tells him, and that is nobody–nobody–should be living in poverty and hopelessness in the world.” Doesn’t every Miss America contestant want that?
At meetings the most powerful Washington lobbyist would envy, Bono was repeatedly lionized by Colin Powell, Treasury Secretary O’Neill, White House Deputy Chief of Staff Josh Bolten, and Senator Jesse Helms. “Your secretary of the treasury actually referred to me as a ‘serious person.'” Bono bragged to Hollywood friends, like Cher and Kevin Spacey.
Why are Bush and company so taken with a Greenpeace, gun-control touting celebrity to the left of Barbara Streisand? At the World Economic Forum in Manhattan, while far-left rabble-rousers protested outside, Bono’s foul-mouthed anti-capitalist pleas were welcomed inside by business luminaries like billionaire Bill Gates, who praised debt forgiveness but not likewise forgiving the price of Microsoft products.
Dilettante Bono, who named himself after the Bonovox store, told USA Today he learned of debt forgiveness from Harvard economist Jeffrey Sachs. Harvard theoreticians running America, via aging rock stars. What’s next–John Kenneth Galbraith whispering in the ears of Aerosmith?
“A rock star’s right to be ridiculous is something I hold very dear,” Bono remarked. But a starstruck President’s right to consult a ridiculous rock star is something we should dread.
When celebrities and rock stars run the country, it’s a disaster. Especially one who sees the world through blue-colored glasses.

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Why is Kmart bankrupt?
Maybe it has something to do with the showbiz types they hire for promotions–annoying loudmouths like Rosie O’Donnell. And now, race-pimp Shelton Jackson Lee a/k/a Spike Lee.
The down-and-out discounter’s repeated choice of obnoxious, politically correct spokespeople and their equally irritating political statements corresponds with the store chain’s decline.
And it’s probably no coincidence.
While Kmart’s main customers are Ma and Pa Kettle, in the 1990s Kmart chose in-your-face, single-mother lesbian Rosie O’Donnell as its television “spokesmodel.” There is hardly a personality more anathema to Kmart’s clientele. Rotund Rosie pushing Kathy Ireland swimwear and workout clothes? It didn’t quite work in achieving the hip image that profitable rival Target garnered?without a pesky, preachy, porcine celebrity.
The largest seller of rifles, Kmart finally got rid of Rosie, after noticeable customer backlash over her frequent pro-gun control rants and prominence in the Million–I mean, 85,000–Mom March diatribe.
But Kmart never learns, apparently.
Now the financially troubled retailer has chosen full-time racist bigot and part-time movie director/actor, Spike Lee, to direct its commercials in the hope that Lee’s ads will regain Kmart’s lost customer base.
But it will never work. Because there is only one thing Kmart and Lee have in common: bankruptcy.
But Kmart is only financially bankrupt. Only in the eyes of the court and its creditors is the company in trouble. The Big “K” can remake its fortune and regain its former command of the marketplace.
But Spike Lee is morally bankrupt. If the pro-reparations name of his “40 Acres and a Mule Filmworks” production company isn’t a strong hint, Lee thinks racism is the number one problem in America. What a coincidence: He’s America’s number one racist.
Lee’s race-hustling films are vile, portraying Whites and Jews in the worst light possible and showing them as human embodiments of the most outrageous stereotypes.
There is his 1989 “breakthrough” flick, “Do the Right Thing,” in which–predictably–Whites, especially Italians, are evil, unsympathetic characters, while Blacks are the downtrodden, oppressed victims. There are last year’s “Bamboozled” and 1990’s “Mo’ Better Blues” in which Jews are evil, unsympathetic, racist stereotypes. Ditto for 1996’s “Get on the Bus,” which celebrates Lee’s hero, racist loon Louis Farrakhan and his Million–or is that 300,000–Man March. A Jewish busdriver, who refuses to continue to drive because of Farrakhan’s blatant anti-Semitism, is the movie’s villain for doing so. And don’t forget “Malcolm X” (1992), which justifies the Black Islamic leader’s hatred of Whites and Jews.
About the only Lee film not political is his big 1999 dud, “Summer of Sam.” But even that is about Lee’s favorite kind of serial killer, a Jewish one. And that film’s portrayal of Italians and other Whites is completely bigoted.
When his “4 Little Girls” documentary–about White racists bombing a Black church in 1963–lost out to “The Long Way Home” for an Academy Award, Lee whined that it was a “Holocaust movie” and accused the Academy of failing to give Blacks due recognition. In 1998, Lee complained to AP that Michael Jackson had to change blatantly anti-Semitic lyrics to a song and apologize to Jews. He “was crucified!” Lee snorted.
To add insult to injury, viewers of Lee?s movies are consistently forced to endure his visage. Unlike real movie directors–satisfied to direct their masterpieces behind the camera–the vain, shameless self-promoter Lee insists on being an actor in most of his movies. Talk about craving attention. All of Lee’s movies are labeled “A Spike Lee Joint.” Yes, he seems to be smoking a lot of those.
But even with his “charming” image adorning his “films,” Spike Lee is a constant failure at the box office. Yet he repeatedly continues to receive the tremendous Hollywood respect of an emperor with no clothing, even though he is a racist no better than a white supremacist Klansman. On the rare occasion when he was called out for racism by one critic, he called him an “a-hole” and planned to begin his next movie inviting critics to “kiss [his] black a–.” A classy guy, Kmart’s new admaker.
No amount of mainstream emoluments and prestigious accoutrements–whether it is commercials for Kmart or Nike or thousand-dollar courtside seats at Knicks games at Madison Square Garden or his picture as a powerful Black political broker in this month’s Savoy Magazine, a swanky, hip Black publication–can redeem this street-style race-pimp.
It’s no coincidence that Lee–who has bought himself phony respectability–is now associated with the same outfit that features the Martha Stewart line of products. Stewart (real surname: Kostyra), of Polish descent, isn’t the New England blueblood she’s selling in her one-woman industry of homemaking snobbery. But she is a clever marketer, whose line of Preppie faux-finery, purports to buy the purchaser a phony aura of patrician rank.
But even Martha Stewart’s lace, embroidery, and buttered frosting can’t fake the real Spike Lee for Kmart. He is a racist bigot, plain and simple. And Kmart should know better than to do business with Lee. It’s nothing less than a giant insult to all of Kmart’s White, Italian, and Jewish customers. And it’s unacceptable.
In 1997, when pro-golfer Fuzzy Zoeller made comments perceived as racist–about Tiger Woods’ menu choices for the Master’s champions’ dinner–Kmart dumped him immediately. Yet, Kmart hypocritically grabbed master racist Spike Lee as its latest messenger.
To use one of his movie title morals, “Do the Right Thing,” Kmart: Dump Spike Lee.

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What a lowbrow President we have. “Backwards” George Bush doesn’t watch “Sex and the City.”
That’s the view of New York Times reporter Frank Bruni, assigned to cover Bush during the 2000 Presidential campaign and the first eight months of his Presidency.
And it should give you a good idea of what the press thinks is important, and what the mainstream media thinks makes a good president.
It should also make you thank your lucky stars that the electorate–and not the haughty haute-couture press–is the arbiter of the Presidential sweepstakes.
Bruni’s new book, “Ambling into History,” on bookshelves March 5th, casts aspersions on Bush’s Presidential fitness based on his barren pop culture knowledge. As if that’s the basis on which to evaluate the leader of the free world.
According to Bruni, Bush is somehow a lesser character because he didn’t know about the hit HBO series, “Sex and the City.” Reportedly, he thought is was “an inquiry into his erotic and geographic whereabouts.”
Horror of horrors . . . the policy-maker-in-chief, concerned with lesser issues like the economy and the War on Terrorism, doesn’t know about a pay-TV show chronicling four whores who sleep with a new man more often then they change their exorbitant designer thong underwear. Can you imagine what it must do to Bush’s decision-making process on whether or not to go after Iraq? After all, how can he possibly command respect with the troops, when he doesn’t have the slightest awareness of “Big,” the “Sex and the City” boyfriend, so garishly nicknamed for his power and finances?
Bush needs to spend less time reading substantive stuff like Bernard Goldberg’s “Bias” about biased media-coverage of policy, and read important trash like anything by Candace Bushnell, the in-vogue authoratrix on whose life “Sex and the City” is based. Or better yet, the explicit how-to sex book–turned down by a dozen publishers for being to risque–by “Sex and the City” star Kim Catrall (previously in such B-movie “classics” as “Porky’s” and “Mannequin”), who plays the sluttiest of the vapid foursome. Now that’s Presidential.
Why have a President concentrating on the world’s true “Axis of Evil” when you can have a President keeping up on fashion’s Axis of Evil–Manolo Blahnik high-heeled shoes, at $800 a pop, as seen on trend–setting Sarah Jessica Parker’s Carrie on “Sex and the City?”
Even worse, Bush had no idea what a “vegan” (defined by Webster’s Dictionary as a vegetarian who consumes no dairy products) is. What a tragedy. George W. is a real man–a carnivorous, meat and potatoes man, who isn’t so into the trivial nuances and nomenclature of a culture populated by those whose self-identity is nothing more than the wimpy, granola, hippyish diet they keep.
And there’s actor Leonardo DiCaprio and his role in “Titanic.” How dare we respect a President who isn’t up on the chickiest of chick flicks and the most girlie male teen idol who starred in it. And those unstylish peanut-butter sandwiches, Freetos, and Cheez Doodles have got to go. So unpresidential. Peanut-butter and Freetos are out? No-one told me. Where’s my stylist and dining coach when you need them?
That heathen, George W. He actually admits that a rugged, real man–Chuck Norris–is his favorite actor. Just like all of the other uncultured Americans who made Norris’ “Walker, Texas Ranger,” one of TV’s top-rated shows for the last nine seasons. What were they thinking? No condoms, no four-letter words, not even a gratuitous sex-scene. And the good guy–a member of law enforcement–actually prevails. Martial arts and guns for law-abiding citizens’ protection. We can’t have that.
Somehow Bush is uncultured because he knows not what it means to be a “yenta” (Yiddish for gossipy, annoying busybody; usually female).
Remember the last President? He knew a lot about pop culture. No wonder he so impressed Bruni and the rest of the left-wing, hipness-snobs that make up the White House press’ elite coterie. Bill Clinton not only knew “Sex and the City,” he lived it in the White House . . . with several “yentas.” Yes, Bill Clinton was very familiar with yentas–like Monica and Eleanor Mondale. Yentas like Denise Rich and Barbara Streisand, who spent the night at the White House when Hillary didn’t.
Clinton’s pop culture acumen was so sharp–a characteristic sadly lacking in his domestic and foreign policy–that it’s the high point of his nadir-encrusted Presidency, even in his own physical retelling of it for posterity. In December, after ground was broken on the Clinton Presidential Library complex, a preview exhibit opened nearby. The exhibit features pictures of Clinton with musicians Stevie Wonder and Lenny Kravitz, a signed guitar from B.B. King, and a statue of Michael Jordan that the equally philandering hoops star gave the President.
That’s the sum total of Clinton Presidency highlights. Hanging out with celebs, pro athletes, and pop stars. No important treaties or memorable bills signed. No souvenirs of military victories. No historic or heroic achievements. Even his “poet laureate” Maya Angelou is writing jingles for Hallmark Cards.
No, the heroics and the souvenirs of just wars are reserved for the guy that sits in the Oval Office now. The guy who has returned dignity to the phrase Commander-in-Chief.
But what good is he? After all, George W. Bush doesn’t eat sushi.

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For these Winter Olympics, Neil Diamond re-recorded “America” with a politically correct partner–in-your-face, openly gay Melissa Etheridge.
How apropos. The Games have a history of political correctness to the point of absurdity–another big reason the Olympics are unworthy of adulation or tax-funding.
Russian and French Olympic judges conspire to keep Canadians from getting their Gold Medal? That’s nothing.
It’s happened for years, in other subjective sports like diving, gymnastics, and boxing. Former Soviet Union archives documented deals by Communist country judges with each other and other judges, conspiring to keep winning U.S. boxers from the Gold in the 1988 Seoul, S. Korea Summer Games. What else can be expected from an institution that chooses its host city–and makes many other decisions–based on the best bribes?
Just like the United Nations, the International Olympic Committee (IOC) is a circus largely U.S.-funded, but run by Communist and third-world dictatorships plus anti-American Europeans. And like the U.N., the real scandal is historically repugnant Olympic politics.

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Welcome to the Salt Lake Olympics. You’re paying for it through the nose.
The Games are sponsored by the likes of McDonald’s, Allstate Insurance, and Home Depot. But the largest sponsor is the U.S. taxpayer . . . without any of the perks.
Tired of tax-funded stadiums for pro sports teams? You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
When our Hockey team won its meaningful Gold in 1980 at Lake Placid, NY, it was the last time the U.S. held the Winter Olympics. Athletes slept in a prison and organizers nearly declared bankruptcy on a $168 million budget, according to the Associated Press. Today, the Winter Olympics will cost nearly $2 billion–$791,667 per athlete. U.S. taxpayers will pick up nearly $1 of every $5 dollars spent on the Salt Lake City event (a GAO report says we’re paying for at least $380 million of the Games’ budget). That doesn’t include the $1.1 billion in federal transportation funding of projects, like Interstate 15 reconstruction and building light rail in Salt Lake.

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Neil Diamond’s hit song, “America,” is reminiscent of the 80’s.

But the new version–the theme song of this year’s Winter Olympics–is a crummy, synthesized remake. Just like the latest Olympic Games, opening tonight in Salt Lake City.

In January 1981, when U.S. hostages were released from Iran, they were shown a highlight tape of major news stories they missed during their 444 days of captivity. Several freed hostages said the highlight of highlights was the U.S. Olympic Hockey Team’s 1980 semifinal victory over our nemesis the Communist Soviet Union.

It ultimately led to a Gold Medal for the U.S. (over Finland). Amidst shouts of “USA, USA,” announcer Al Michaels’ rhetorical question and answer, “Do you believe in Miracles? Yes!” is among the most memorable sports broadcast quips. Young boys dressed as the U.S. Hockey Team for several Halloweens to follow.

But this year, there’s no Bin Laden-sponsored Taliban Hockey Team to beat. The Taliban was banned from the Games in 1999 because of their treatment of women. And this time around, Al Quaida, Iraq, Hezbollah, Hamas, Islamic Jihad, and the Palestinian Authority don’t field ice hockey teams for us to beat.

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Tennis Lolita Anna Kournikova soaks her billionaire ex-husband for millions.
Not the real Anna Kournikova. But Lisa Bonder, who was Anna Kournikova before there was Anna Kournikova–20 years ago.

If you’ve read about Bonder’s child-support fight with her husband-for-a-month–billionaire Kirk Kerkorian–and before her, Anna Nicole Smith’s continuing travails over her deceased Methuselah of a husband–you’ve been introduced to litigation’s latest overcompensated victims: scorned women.

The current specimens all have ties to pro sports. But they’re stark examples of a clogged legal system turning relationships into lifelong ATM machines for women. They’re also excellent examples of the failure of feminism. In the end, these women achieve “independence” by using courts to mooch off men and the rest of society.

Whether it’s Bonder-Kerkorian, Kelci Stringer, or even Juanita Jordan (soon to be ex-wife of Michael), these “disadvantaged” women are out for an unearned payday bigger than winning the lottery.

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A 15-year-old deliberately crashes a plane into a Tampa building, with a note supporting Osama bin Laden.

And the politically correct media blame it on pimple medicine.

Rather than examining Charles Bishop’s Middle Eastern background and informing us that Bishop is half Arabic, the media relies on the old “Twinkie Defense.” With a new twist: The acne medication made him do it.

Sticking to the absurd blame-it-on-Accutane story, very few media outlets reported other more relevant information, like Bishop’s real surname: Bishara, an Arabic name which was legally changed to Bishop, according to the Australian Herald Sun. He thanked his teacher for calming anti-Muslim feelings in the school-building among her students, hinting that for all he knew, he could be part-Arab, the paper reported.

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