The Militant Libertarian

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Friday, April 27, 2007

Censorship and War

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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Cho's Professor Teaches Kids Like Him To Hate...

Cho's Professor Nikki Giovanni: Teaching Hate At Virginia Tech
By Steve Sailer

Ever since South Korean immigrant Cho Seung-hui gunned down 32 people at
Virginia Tech, there has been much comment that the university should have
realized just from his two hate-filled and inept plays that the senior
English major was a dangerous creep who needed to be taken away.

For a playwrighting class, Cho penned Mr. Brownstone and Richard McBeef
(which, despite the Macbethian title, is a Hamlet-knock off about a young
hero's lethal conflict with the new stepfather who murdered his real

Richard McBeef includes such sterling dialogue as:

"I hate him. Must kill Dick. Must kill Dick. Dick must die. Kill Dick."

Many have asked: "How could the English Department not recognize the
horrific implications of these works?"

No one who wonders that, however, is familiar with the poetic oeuvre of one
of Cho's own teachers, Virginia Tech's Distinguished Professor of English
and Black Studies, Nikki Giovanni (for her website, click here).

Among the most celebrated figures of the Black Arts Movement of the 1960s
and recipient of 21 honorary degrees, Giovanni has published poems
strikingly similar to Cho's plays in both vileness and incompetence. For

The True Import of Present Dialog, Black vs. Negro, by Nikki Giovanni

Can you kill
Can you kill
Can a ni**er kill
Can a ni**er kill a honkie
Can a ni**er kill the Man
Can you kill ni**er
Huh? Ni**er can you
Do you know how to draw blood
Can you poison
Can you stab-a-Jew
Can you kill huh? Ni**er
Can you kill
Can you run a protestant down with your
'68 El Dorado
(that's all they're good for anyway)
Can you kill
Can you piss on a blond head
Can you cut it off
Can you kill
A ni**er can die
We ain't got to prove we can die
We got to prove we can kill

Ironically, the author of these lines was asked to deliver the closing
remarks at Virginia Tech's convocation memorializing the 32 slaughtered by
Cho. For some reason, Giovanni didn't read The True Import.

The above poem is not an isolated example. Cho's old professor has had, for
example, a Molotov cocktail obsession:

Also a company called Revolution has just issued
A special kit for little boys
Called Burn Baby
I'm told it has full instructions on how to siphon gas
And fill a bottle

And, then there's this:

and it occurred to me
maybe i shouldn't write
at all
but clean my gun
and check my kerosene supply

She switched themes from kill-the-honkies to confessional self-obsession as
the market for up-against-the-wall poetry dried up at the end of the 1960s,
and now laughs off questions about her Cho-like early work.

Still, in 1997 the poetess had "Thug Life" tattooed on her arm to honor
slain gangsta rapper Tupac Shakur, who was gunned down in a long-running
fatal feud with other rappers. Wikipedia explains, with deadpan irony:

"She has stated that she would 'rather be with the thugs than the people who
are complaining about them.' She also tours nationwide and frequently speaks
out against hate-motivated violence."

Giovanni also writes prose:

RACISM 101; Giovanni, Nikki; $20.00; This book indicts higher education for
the inequities it perpetuates, contemplates the legacy of the 60's, provides
a survival guide for black students on predominately white campuses, and
denounces Spike Lee while offering her own ideas for a film about Malcolm X.
[From a list of "Books On The African American LGB Experience"]

She also has composed bon mots, such as:

"A white face goes with a white mind. Occasionally a black face goes with a
white mind. Very seldom a white face will have a black mind."

And then there's her insight, "The honkie's whole sex thing is tied up to

As an anonymous commenter rhetorically asked on my blog:

"I wonder how many times Cho heard the phrase 'white privilege' while he was
in college?"

(Click here to see how often the term appears in the Virginia Tech website.)

Giovanni is one of those sub-doggerel "poets" who has such Important Things
to say that she can't be bothered to take the time to say them well. As she
herself admitted to Brian Lamb on C-SPAN's Booknotes, "I'm not a very good
rhymer." When she tries, it comes out like Cole Porter gone gaga:

if it's gum we can chew it
I hope it's love so we can do it

Perhaps her best-known poem is Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why), a
slab of Afrocentrist drivel from 1973:

I was born in the Congo.
I walked to the Fertile Crescent and built the sphinx.
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star that only glows every one hundred
years falls into the center giving divine perfect light.
I am bad.


Of course, Professor Giovanni, an elderly lady of 63, is not personally a
danger to other people, no matter how bloodthirsty some of her poems are.

(What impact she has had over the years on earnest, impressionable young
people might be a different question, however.)

Instead, she is a minimally talented self-promoter who has exploited various
ideological fads over the decades, such as black radicalism, feminism, and
Afrocentrism, to secure herself a comfy sinecure at Virginia Tech and to
spend her spare time traveling around to hear herself be praised. Her own
website lovingly lists 124 "Awards and Honors" she has garnered.

Giovanni's fee for a personal appearance runs from $5,000 to $10,000. That's
pocket lint compared to the $40,000+ demanded by Maya Angelou (who is
ensconced down the road from public Virginia Tech at posh private Wake
Forest), but it's a living.

Giovanni [email her] is a small town version of New York City charlatan Al
Sharpton, You might think that the ringmaster of the 1987 Tawana Brawley
hoax whose racist rhetoric helped incite the Crown Heights pogrom of 1991
and the Freddie's Fashion Mart mass murder of 1995 might, like Don Imus,
have talked himself out of a job by now.

And, yet, Sharpton not only endures, but prospers-elbowing his way back into
the spotlights as the moral arbiter at the center of the recent Imus

Being a race hustler apparently means never having to say you're sorry.

[Steve Sailer is founder of the Human Biodiversity Institute and movie critic for The American Conservative. His website features his daily blog.]

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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

From One "Disordered" Soldier to Another

by Daniel Newby, March 16, 2007

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Soldiers finishing their "tours" in Iraq can look forward to a less-than-ideal homecoming. The war in Iraq did not go well, and little there or here seems to be making much sense. They invested more in our political policies than did the average citizen, and for their effort, they saw, heard, smelled, and felt things no person should ever have to experience.

They will be confused and even angry. In response, psychological practitioners in white gowns and suits will peer over their charts and declare many of them to suffer from "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder" (PTSD). With this diagnosis, they are magically transformed into "disordered" war veterans.

Hordes of psychiatrists, counselors, and even other veterans, will take this pronouncement as the green flag to encourage these soldiers to apply for all sorts of government subsidies, including mind-numbing medication, individual and group therapy, and disability pension.

While these bureaucratic remedies may prove marginally useful, they cannot help soldiers deal with the core causes of their distress and pain. "Disordered" soldiers are mistakenly assumed to be abnormal as compared to those who did not experience the stresses of combat. In other words, non-soldiers are theoretically more "ordered" because they avoided the death, gore, and loss associated with that environment.

Those are convenient theories for those who profit from dishing out labels and supposed treatment. But they are dead wrong. While the stresses of combat are incomprehensible, there are other experiences, more closer to home, that are at least as damaging to the human psyche and spirit.

Let's consider an event that might trigger the PTSD label for a soldier coming home from Iraq. A roadside bomb detonates, leaving several children and parents dead or screaming in shock and agony. How do you deal with the emotions of that moment? How could you possibly console yourself, or those impacted by the explosion? When you leave that environment and return home to "the real world", you remove yourself from the sights, sounds, and smells that accompanied the incident, but you cannot erase the memory of it.

Compare this chaos with something I, and many other political activists, have experienced back here in "the real world." We get a call in the middle of the night from parents who just had their children seized from them by the "Department of Child and Family Services" (DCFS). We listen to their desperate screams and wails, and do what little we can to give them a shoulder to cry on.

We withhold the fact that children in the foster care system are far more likely to be raped and otherwise abused than children in the general public. We rarely reveal that one of the first places their children will go is to a pseudo-private psychiatric facility, where they will be diagnosed with some mental disorder so that the facility -­ and DCFS -­ can receive tens of thousands of dollars in additional federal funding. Or that the children will thereafter be drugged out of their minds to make them more "compliant" for their government kidnappers.

Unlike soldiers in Iraq, we can't walk away from this explosion. Over the next months and even years, we will, with little hope, attempt to help these parents fight against a merciless system that is hopelessly stacked against them. We must eventually explain to them that they have fewer rights* than an already-convicted felon accused of stealing a television set. We must witness the misery of vile bureaucrats who lie to parents and children without shame, in an effort to trick them into signing away their rights or becoming more submissive.
Source: As an example, consider statutes and statistics from the so-called family-friendly State of Utah. See " Utah Legislature Declares War on Your Family!" by Accountability Utah. The entire article is enlightening, as every state has now erected similar barriers against innocent parents.

We must watch as a judge -­ without ethics or moral character -­ presides as the ruthless dictator over a jury-less secret juvenile court, and permanently terminates any hope these parents have of ever seeing their children again. We must watch their children break down and sob in agony as they are torn from their parents for perhaps the last time. Sometimes, we even hold burials for their children, as in the case of Casey Barrows*, who was repeatedly abused by multiple "providers," and finally murdered in Utah's abhorrent foster "care" system.
Note: For a refresher on the importance of juries, see "Why Are Jury Trials Crucial to Your Freedom?" by Accountability Utah.
Source: See " Casey's Sister, Caylee, is Freed & Attends Memorial Service," also by Accountability Utah.

This is only one facet of an entire battlefield of local human carnage. Do soldiers think their nightmares are bad? At least they can go home and bury their heads in a new beach of sand. Those of us who deal with the nightmares here have no such refuge or escape. We get no special kudos, support groups, or subsidies; nor do we ask for them. We often know the victims intimately, and they might live just down the street. We can pick up the phone at any time to hear their emptiness and agony all over again.

Sure, soldiers have it rough. They were sent away by a disordered people and society that is in complete decay. The leaders who gave them orders, the corporations* that profited by providing their equipment, the pastors who told them Jesus would be proud, and the masses who voted these individuals and organizations into power, are all corrupt and degenerate.
Note: Our modern industrial war complex was aptly described in 1935 by Major General Smedley Butler, in his short book: "War is a Racket".

Like many of us political activists, soldiers were thrust into an environment that stripped them of their blissful ignorance. They can no longer slap an "I Voted" sticker on their pompous chests and forget about their poor choices. They, like us, have been forced to taste some of the blackest fruits of our collective failure.

They are beginning to realize that their neighbors are in a state of stupor; not inclined to fight, or in any meaningful way resist, the nefarious people and systems they have empowered. Their religions have the gall to call their own inaction "civility," and to ridicule and ostracize others who attempt to confront the evils consuming our society.

In Iraq, soldiers paid, in part, for every stupid vote, every bureaucrat's tolerated lie, and every other dismal political decision made in America. In time, many will realize, as we do, that our politicians do not support the ideals they claim to believe in public settings. And few of us -­ military soldier or activist soldier -­ will ever enjoy the Souza fluff-world of flag waving and apple pie the way we used to.

The future of freedom and justice is in too serious a jeopardy to ignore and remain sane. Those who ignore everything but beer and television are truly disordered; both mentally and emotionally AWOL (absent without leave).

If we use a label like PTSD, it should have a more proper definition, such as, "Attempting to ignore reality by pretending that a disordered, chaotic environment is actually ordered and serene." Those who recognize our precarious state, and do what they can to improve our world, may be traumatized or stressed, but they are not "disordered."

By facing reality, man begins the journey toward independence and empowerment. He no longer needs pills to deaden his mental faculties. He does not need to retreat into an emotionless cocoon of denial. Nor must he pretend to be "normal" like the comatose masses around him.

The empowered man will not be effeminately passive or detestably subservient. He will resist disorder by pursuing a clear and uncompromising path toward justice and accountability. And he will deal harshly with those who manipulate and abuse others.

When enough of us are ready to exert our independence and power together, the world we all dream about, and still yearn to find, will become reality.

Copyright © 2005 The Helmsman Society. Permission to forward and reprint this
information is hereby granted.

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Monday, April 23, 2007

God's Law...and Why I Can Own a Canadian Slave

This is possibly the funniest thing I've read in a very long time!

Old Testament Lessons - Why can't I own a Canadian?

Dr. Laura Schlessinger is a radio personality who dispenses advice to people
who call in to her radio show. Recently, she said that, as an observant
Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22
and cannot be condoned under any circumstance.

The following is an open letter to Dr. Laura penned by an East Coast
resident, which was posted on the Internet. It's funny, as well as

Dear Dr. Laura:

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have
learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as
many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle,
for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to
be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however,
regarding some of the other specific laws and how to follow them:

When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing
odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbors. They claim the
odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?

I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7.
In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period
of menstrual uncleanliness - Lev.15 :19- 24. The problem is, how do I tell?
I have tried asking, but most women take offense.

Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female,
provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine
claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify?
Why can't I own Canadians?

I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly
states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?

A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination -
Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree.
Can you settle this?

Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a
defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my
vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?

Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around
their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How
should they die?

I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me
unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?

My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops
in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two
different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse
and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of
getting the whole town together to stone them? - Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we
just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people
who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)

I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can
help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and

Your devoted fan,

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Sunday, April 22, 2007

Yay, Computers Suck

Well, my hard drive crashed (conveniently while I was on the way to the other side of the country) and I was left high-and-dry without a computer until I got back. I don't realize how much I depend on this damn thing until it breaks...

Anyway, I'm in the process of recovering data and going through over a week's worth of email, but I wanted to let all of you who inquired know that I have not been abducted by the government or sent to Guantanamo or anything. :)

Not yet, anyway...

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