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Archive for February 21st, 2007

Peace loving progressive = violent moonbat

Posted by mesa in Texas on February 21, 2007

Again.

Gotta love those “peace lovers” in the reality based community. Once again an upset little leftie resorts to violence.

Virginia Man Faces Charges for Assaulting Republicans

FREDERICKSBURG, Va. — A Fredericksburg man is facing several assault charges after police say he hunted down a group of Republicans and confronted them in their home over their beliefs.


Police said Andrew Stone, 23, recently went to a home in Fredericksburg at around 5:30 p.m. after he saw a name and nearby address on a Republican Web site.


Stone confronted three residents about their political viewpoints, police said. When he found out the residents supported the Republican-led war effort in Iraq, police say Stone became enraged.


Stone then hit the homeowner and his roommates several times as they tried to force him out of the door, police said.


Stone faces three counts of assault and battery.

Funny how often the peaceniks resort to violence or breaking and burning things when they don’t get their way. There are too many incidents lately to even bother linking, I’ve posted several.

I live in a little moonbat enclave and I’ve had a few ‘peaceful’ types try to confront me physically because I won’t bow down to their weird conspiracy theories and BDS.

They know to leave me alone now.

From Ace

Update: Michelle Malkin has a lot more.

U-n-h-i-n-g-e-d. And this is the tip of the iceberg.


Pannell recounted this weekend’s ordeal for me:


“I was taking a shower a little after 5pm while two of my housemates were cooking dinner. A man (Stone) came to the door asking for Reed Pannell. He was very polite and had some military literature with him so the housemates assumed he was either a recruiter or a friend of mine from class. As they were waiting for me to get out of the shower, Stone came inside, sat down in our living room, and quietly read the paper while he waited. I rushed out of the shower, came down with just a pair of jeans on and shaving cream still on my face.


At this point, Stone politely stood up, shook my hand, and told me that he had found my address on facebook. He asked if I was a College Republican as it said on my account, I told him yes. He then asked me “Oh, so that means you support the war, right?” and I responded with a yes. He then said that since I was for the war, if I was interested in signing up for the army. At this point I was sure he was a recruiter, and I told him that I’d definitely look into it as soon as I graduate (I’m a junior political science/econ major right now at UMW). This is where something changed in his eyes and he started getting aggressive. He took a step towards me and said that I support the war, yet don’t want to fight in it.


At this point my roommate, Matt, stepped into the room and told him he was being disrespectful, and that it was time to leave. I told Matt that I could handle the guy (I’ve gotten into debates like this before). Stone responded to Matt by saying that “I’m not done talking to your roommate, he’s a pussy and can’t back up anything he believes in”. At this point I, not politely, told him to leave our house. He refused, saying he was not done talking with us. He threw the military literature he had at me, which turned out to be United States Air Force literature. He said that I would never make it in the army and that was why he brought over USAF literature (implying he came over in a sinister manner–not only have I never seen/spoken to him before, but what if I had said that I had wanted to join up, right then and there? Oops, take this Air Force literature…).


My roommate Matt pushed Stone’s shoulder towards the door at this point, and the second that happened Stone swung and struck Matt in the side of the head. Both exchanged several punches to the face/body and then I jumped in, throwing them both onto our couch. My other roommate called the police while both Matt and I tried to restrain him on the couch, but he kept hitting us. Both of us were yelling at him to leave, but he kept screaming that he wanted to fight us one on one like men, that we’re “pussies” for not being in Iraq, and that we’re hypocrites. He going crazy. Both of us struck him several times while he was on the couch. We finally dragged him off of the couch and forcibly pushed him out of the door. He then forced his way back into the house, where he struck Matt several more times. We both pushed him outside and went outside with him, where he would not leave our porch, and he continued to strike us both. Matt ended up pushing him over the railing, but fell along with him face first, with Stone holding onto my right arm as he did so.


The police on the phone with my other roommate told us to get inside, and so we did, and locked the door. As we entered my house, we yelled at Stone that the police were coming, and that if he was in the right, he should tell them. Personally, I’m surprised that he stayed–any logical person would flee after assaulting two people at once, unprovoked (the third roommate was not assaulted). The police showed up (4 cruisers) 30 seconds later, and Stone continued to be incredibly disorderly. They got his story, then ours, talked with eachother for 30 seconds and then arrested Stone. They asked if we wished to press charges, we said that we did. He is now out on bail, but he is charged with assault and battery, trespassing, and we have a restraining order against him.


We then hopped on facebook to see this guy’s profile–he is NUTS.


…Later that day we found a list of names on the front porch, complete with addresses, boys and girls, all members of the college Republicans. I was 9th on the list. I contacted a few of the people on the list and only one had received a visit from this guy, and they hadn’t even answered the door because they knew of his affiliation and what he was coming to say. For lack of better words, we were pretty unsuspecting. His arraignment is on March 1st, and our school newspaper is doing a large investigation of his ties to other organizations on campus, etc. For now, we’re all pretty scared about what this guy’ll do now that he’s back on the streets.

Here’s a picture of the nutjob:

Can’t wait to see which moonbat comes running to his defense first.

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No Paczkis for me

Posted by mesa in Texas on February 21, 2007

Paczkis (pronounced punchkeys) are a Fat Tuesday tradition in the Detroit Metro area.

Paczki aplenty

The skinny on Fat Tuesday’s favorite treat


HAMTRAMCK — Fat Tuesday is here and David Monikean is ready now that he’s bought four dozen paczki from his favorite bakery.


Like many Metro Detroiters who have fond, sugar-filled memories of these treats, the Port Huron man makes an annual trip to this Polish enclave, which helped usher the pastries into stardom.


“You can buy paczki (pronounced POONCH-key) anywhere, but in Hamtramck, it’s a big party,” said Suzy Ognanovich, whose husband’s family has owned New Palace Bakery for more than 30 years.


If you want to partake in Paczki Day, here are some things to know about these sugar-coated pastries that are bursting with filling:


Paczki pack a lot of punch


They contain, “lots of butter, sugar, eggs, flour and a lot of labor of love,” said Sandy Bakic, a second-generation baker at New Martha Washington Bakery.


A typical 5-ounce paczek (say POON-chek) contains about 420 calories and 25 or more grams of fat. It’s loaded with refined carbohydrates. The good news? They’re cooked in vegetable oil, not lard as they once were.


To burn off a single paczek, you’ll need to run for 30-47 minutes or ride a bicycle for 40-60 minutes. It’ll take up to two hours to walk it off, says Beaumont Hospital.


Don’t call ‘em jelly doughnuts


While the two may look similar, Bakic says that’s like comparing a cake to a torte.


Paczki are made with richer dough and have a more rounded shape, like a baseball. They call for more sugar, butter and eggs than a regular jelly doughnut and bakers need to let paczki dough rise three separate times before they can be fried.


The result is richer and spongier than a doughnut.

As you can tell from the article, it’s a Polish tradition. Or so the people here will tell you. If you listen to the people in Detroit, Poland is a country filled with people running around with Paczkis aplenty. Stand on any street corner and a Paczki will appear magically in front of you, just waiting for you to bite into it’s lard and jelly filled mushiness.

I’m from Chicago. Chicago has more Polish people than any other city in the world other than Warsaw — no joke. I’ve spent a lot of time on the Nothwest side along Milwaukee Avenue visiting Polish restaurants and bars. Never a Paczki in sight. Not a one.

Lot’s of great sausages and fresh pierogis, but — no Paczkis.

Last time I was there, I asked at a bakery for a Paczki. They spoke mostly Polish and I wasn’t able to decipher exactly (my Polish is somewhat limited — jak się masz?) what they were saying to me, but It sounded a lot like — what the heck are you talking about, get out of here!

I talked to some Polish friends and they explained that while they had heard of Paczkis, they are by no means a national obsession. My friends described them as “gross”. Something your grandmother might force on you once in a while, but not something you really cared much for.

I tend to go along with them. Paczkis are big dough balls with something gooey squirted inside of them. No thanks.

Detroit, you can have your (fake) Polish tradition.

I’ll pass.

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