Pretty deep maybe. Pretty hot certainly.
Narcotic, a song by Euro one hit wonder Liquido. Not all Krauts sing schlagers.
Nite all except socialists and jihadists.
"...It demeans the office," said GOP consultant Brad Blakeman, a former Bush administration official. "For the president to be reduced to the effect of the Billy Mays pitchman for the United States to get the Olympics for his home city of Chicago is just not something that presidents do."
Blakeman said Obama spent more time wooing International Olympic Committee officials than he did in his meeting with Gen. Stanley McChrystal, the top commander in Afghanistan, before returning to Washington.
"His priorities are screwed up and the American people are seeing that this president just doesn't get the effects and importance of governing," Blakeman told FOX News...."
10. Dead people can't vote at IOC meetings
9. Obama distracted by 25 min meeting with Gen. McChrystal
8. Who cares if Obama couldn't talk the IOC into Chicago? He'll be able to talk Iran out of nukes.
7. The impediment is Israel still building settlements.
6. Obviously no president would have been able to acomplish it.
5. We've been quite clear and said all along that we didn't want the Olympics.
4. This isn't about the number of Olympics "lost", it's about the number of Olympics "saved" or "created".
3. Clearly not enough wise Latina judges on the committee
2. Because the IOC is racist.
1. It's George Bush's fault.
"DO WE DO HAVE BE FRIGHTENED TO FORCE OUR VALUES ON THEM? - LUCKAS VANDER TAELEN is tired to live near a ghetto where Moroccan youths treat him as if he's on their private property. 'Why dare we not come up for what in fact is essential: respect for the laws and the values of the country in which we live?' I live near a neighborhood in Vorst, from Merode street to Brussels South Station, which you cannot define, even with the most ardent multicultural mindset, as anything else than a ghetto. My daughter has long since given up entering that district. For that she has been gravely insulted too many times. I myself cycle through it each day and every time it's another adventure. Cars parked illegally in double lanes, drivers blocking a crossroads to talk with each other, youths hanging around that regard you as if you're trespassing on their private property. Keep your mouth shut, especially when you're almost ridden in the gutter: the last time I nevertheless protested, a sixteen year old scolded me as I have never been scolded before, and concluded his tirade with a message which I do not translate: 'Nique ta mère.' [yes, that's 'F$ck your mother - MFBB]. That was however still less bad than the previous time, when another maghrebin youth [meant is a Moroccan youngster - MFBB] felt offended by my behaviour when I had the audacity to take my primacy [meant is probably that he had priority on entering a roundabout - MFBB]. His honour had been so besmirched that he felt obliged to spit in my face… Therefore, by all means: keep silent. Because if you try to tell someone that doing 70km per hour is way too fast in an area with speed limit 30, then you are entitled to a confrontation with a young new Belgian who can't stand someone telling him to do this or that and is prepared to ram you in a hospital for that. Twenty years ago I was convinced that assimilating the young new Belgians would be a quick business. But now in Brussels a generation of rebels without a cause has grown up which is never pleased, always feels treated unfair, and is never responsible for anything. When something goes wrong, it's always the fault of the government or the racist Belgians. Within their own families, young maghrebin men remain untouchable too. When police rounded up a young suspect in Molenbeek, the father immediately organized a demonstration because his son 'wouldn't even steal an apple.' The efforts of the government in the problem districts have actually ensured that young people do not feel the need to leave them, a ULB-study demonstrated last year [in non-greenie speech this means that the Beljun gubbermint's woolly multiculti reach out efforts have ensconced the cretins in a local welfare environment to such an extent they certainly won't leave - MFBB]. In this manner, what was created were actually navel-staring village-like communities in the middle of a large city. A daughter of Moroccan friends has a Belgian boyfriend. She never goes out with him in the district, because she is called names instantly. Despite the fact that the young immigrants have Belgian nationality, they do not feel any affinity with this country. On the contrary: 'Belge' is a hateful insult... You almost never see young women in the district. And certainly not in the bars: there they are not even tolerated. When a female official of the municipality asked for a coffee there, it was quickly made obvious to her she wouldn't be served anything. When I cycle through the Merode quarter, I know that I won't spot a single female on a terrace until far beyond Brussels South Station. And then I'm not even talking about the troubling double sexual morality which expects that young immigrant women prove they are still virgins during the wedding night, while everyone knows that the hospitals of Brussels restore virgin membranes with a simple operation... A well-known French-Moroccan artist organized an exhibition in Brussels last week: a series of prayer mats with shoes, of which one pair, a high-heeled one, was placed in the spotlights. The art gallery immediately received threatening phone calls, the windows were damaged and spit on. The commotion apparently resulted from the artist's wish to indicate that women's status in the islamic world needed to be elevated. Apparently this is no longer possile in Brussels. After a couple of days the artwork was removed. Perhaps we must ask ourselves how it has come thus far: that we have accepted that principles like an artist's artistical freedom and equal rights for men and women are no longer guaranteed in this country. Why dare we not rise up for what is in fact essential: respect for the laws and the values of the country in which we live? A headscarf ban is no solution. But perhaps we must reflect nevertheless profoundly on how we can, in an assertive manner, make it clear that we are willing to defend what we find important. It is the merit of the left to have asked for more awareness of discrimination and dire social situations. The problem lies unfortunately deeper: we are frightened to force our values onto immigrants. Those values are however too dear to lose them."
"... It was in Jerusalem that the legend of Godfrey of Bouillon was born. The army reached the city in June 1099 and built wooden ladders to climb over the walls. The major attack took place on July 14 and 15, 1099. Godfrey and some of his knights were the first to get over the walls and enter the city. Once inside, the Crusaders killed many of the city's inhabitants. It was an end to three years of fighting by the Crusaders, but they had finally done what they had set out to do in 1096—namely, to recapture the Holy Land and, in particular, the city of Jerusalem and its holy sites, such as the Holy Sepulchre, the tomb of Jesus Christ.
Once the city was captured, some form of government had to be set up. On July 22, a council was held in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. Raymond of Toulouse at first refused to become king, perhaps attempting to show his piety but probably hoping that the other nobles would insist upon his election anyway. Godfrey, who had become the more popular of the two after Raymond's actions at the siege of Antioch, did no damage to his own piety by accepting a position as secular leader, but with an unknown or ill-defined title (advocatus sancti sepulchri). Raymond was incensed at this development and took his army out into the countryside.
However, perhaps considering the controversy which had surrounded Tancred's seizure of Bethlehem, Godfrey refused to be crowned king in the city where Christ had died. The exact nature and meaning of his title is thus somewhat of a controversy. Although it is widely claimed that he took the title Advocatus Sancti Sepulchri ("advocate" or "defender" of the Holy Sepulchre), this title is only used in a letter which was not written by Godfrey. Instead, Godfrey himself seems to have used the more ambiguous term Princeps, or simply retained his title of dux from back home in Lower Lorraine. Robert the Monk is the only chronicler of the crusade to report that Godfrey took the title "king". During his short reign, Godfrey had to defend the new Kingdom of Jerusalem against Fatimids of Egypt, who were defeated at the Battle of Ascalon in August. He also faced opposition from Dagobert of Pisa, the Patriarch of Jerusalem, who was allied with Tancred. Although the Latins came close to capturing Ascalon, Godfrey's attempts to prevent Raymond of St. Gilles from securing the city for himself meant that the town remained in Muslim hands, destined to be a thorn in the new kingdom's side for years to come..."