So how can you tell when a liberal or a Demoncrat is scared shitless of you, anyway? Simple: they try to railroad you with a character assassination, that's how.
Such is the case with Herman Cain, a man who has risen in popularity so quickly and with such speed that his campaign has been dubbed, "The Cain Train." This man came out of almost nowhere, and in the past few months he has risen to the top of the ranks of GOP contenders with a speed that can only be described as alarming. His success is due to several things, all of which strike the right chords with the people of this nation, both in and out of the GOP, who are tired as hell of the same old shit coming out of Washington and the bumbling ineptitude of our current President. While the other GOP contenders have been scrambling to find a way to keep up with him, some of the members of the Demoncratic party have realized just what a credible and probably unstoppable threat Cain truly is, and were scrambling to find a way to eliminate him.
In all of the political world, there is nothing that will destroy a candidate faster and more thoroughly than an accusation of sexual harrassment, and it is this dirty trick that someone in the liberal and/or Demoncratic camp has come up with.
Before I really get up on my soapbox, let me say a couple of things: first, most of what follows is my opinion based on what I have heard on the news and what I believe just because it's what I believe based on my own life's experiences. Second, I believe that Herman Cain is completely and totally innocent for one reason: he said so. And considering what he has to lose - which is everything - I see no reason why he should lie. So I believe him, just as fervently and completely as those who believe Sharon Bialek, his accuser, and for the same reason - because she said so.
Having said that...
Anyone who knows anything at all about sexual harrassment will tell you that it is by far one of the easiest and most damaging charges to bring against someone. Even if you manage to prove your innocence, the stigma stays with you and the damage is, in most cases, irreparable. The definition of the term is so broad, so all-encompassing, and so open to interpretation and misinterpretation as to defy description. For example, if I were to compliment a female co-worker, telling her "that dress looks really good on you," according to the broad definition of the term I have just committed an act of sexual harrassment for which my company will fire me on the first offense. To you and I, all I did was compliment a woman on how she looks, but to others I've committed what amounts to the cardinal sin of both the business and political world - I've committed sexual harrassment! It's just that easy.
The other thing about sexual harrassment is that it's so easy to believe and so very hard to disprove, because when it comes right down to it, unless you have a witness and the act is so overt and blatant as to be obvious to anyone but a blind man, it all boils down to the woman's word against the man's. And nine times out of ten, the woman is the one who's going to be believed, because a woman just wouldn't lie about something like that, would she? Take Anita Hill and Clarence Thomas, for example: Thomas was nominated in 1991 for the Supreme Court, and everything was going smoothly until someone in the Demoncratic party and/or the NAACP decided to derail the train - at that point they trotted out Anita Hill, who claimed that Thomas had sexually harrassed her ten years before when she worked for him. A media frenzy ensued, and when it was all over Thomas won his appointment to the Supreme Court by a margin of only four votes - the narrowest margin since the 19th centry. The train derailment had failed, but it was close.
History has a way of repeating itself, and it's doing so right now with Herman Cain and Sharon Bialek. This whole thing stinks to high heaven, and here's why.
If this really happened like Bialek says it did, why did she wait fourteen years to report it? This incident supposedly happened when Cain was the head of the National Restaurant Association and she approached him looking for a job. If he had in fact truly "groped" her and made "unwanted sexual advances" to her, then why didn't she report him then and there and get his ass fired? At the very least, the settlement from the lawsuit she could have filed would have set her up and ended her well-documented financial difficulties (I'll get to that shortly, trust me). But no, she said nothing, not until fourteen years later when Cain is running for the GOP nomination for the office of President of the United States. So why did she wait this long, you ask? Simple.
Because it never happened. And now that Cain is a "big fish," he's fair game and a much more juicy and interesting target. The bigger the fish the bigger the settlement, and Bialek has concocted this blatant lie to win herself a nice, big, juicy settlement.
And speaking of settlements and getting paid, Bialek and her attorney - the infamous man-hating and "women's rights activist" attorney Gloria Allred - were very quick to point out on "The Today Show" this morning that Bialek was not getting paid by anyone to come forward, and had not sold her story to anyone.
Yet. I'm betting next month's paycheck that when this is all over she'll be selling her story so fast it'll make your head spin, whether she's successful in her smear campaign or not. Tell me I'm wrong, I dare ya. After all, this is a woman who has filed for personal bankruptcy twice, so to say that she needs the money is the understatement of the year. She sees Herman Cain as nothing more than a personal gravy train, and she wants to jump on board.
Oh, wait, there is one more thing she may see him as - a threat to NObama in next year's elections. Did I forget to mention that Bialek is a registered Demoncrat and a documented NObama supporter? Gee, isn't that a funny coincidence...
Now, about Gloria Allred...in the first place, this woman has the professional morals and ethics of a vulture. I personally also think she's a man-hater, or at least has an obsession to prove to the men of the world that her balls are as big as theirs. She also has a long, long history of filing sexual-based or sexual harrassment lawsuits against men. Here's a short sample of some of the people she's sued:
She sued the Boy Scouts of America when they wouldn't admit an eleven year old girl. (It's called the "BOY Scouts" for a reason, Gloria.)
She sued the former Sav-On Drug Store chain for having a separate boy's and girl's toy section.
She sued the all-male Friar's Club of Beverly Hills when they wouldn't admit a woman to their ranks.
She sued Dodi Fayed for breaking off his engagement with Kelly Fisher when Fayed became involved with Diana, Princess of Wales. (The only thing that stopped the lawsuit was the death of Diana and Fayed in Paris.)
She sued Arnold Schwarzennegger for sexual harrassment when he was running for Governor of California in 2003. (Arnie's a Republican, you know.)
She sued Rob Lowe for sexual harrassment.
There's a pattern here; do you see it?
Oh, and did I fail to mention that Allred is a registered Demoncrat and a vehement NOBama supporter, donating hundreds of thousands of dollars to his campaign?
Gee, there's that funny coincidence again...
As for the unnamed woman who made a similar charge against Cain when he was with the NRA and took a settlement some years back, well, it's like this: taking a settlement doesn't mean that the accused is guilty. In many cases a company will offer a settlement not because the allegations are true, but because they want to avoid either the expense of a long trial or the negative publicity that such a case would invariably generate. All we know about this previous "incident" is that a woman made a claim and a settlement was reached, and that's it - we know nothing else because the lawyers for both sides agreed to a confidentiality clause, which means that neither side can discuss the terms of the settlement.
And the last time I looked, in THIS country you were innocent until proven guilty, and a settlement proves neither guilt nor innocence.
The question now is whether or not the "Cain Train" has been derailed by this despicable and treacherous scheme concocted by the liberals and Demoncrats who are scared shitless of Herman Cain. To be honest, I think Cain hurt his case by taking two or three days to address the issue; he basically made the same mistake NObama made when he stalled for two years before finally giving authorization for the release of his full birth certificate - all you do when you stonewall is make people think you're hiding something. Cain finally did hold a press conference today in which he addressed Bialek's accusations by stating "it simply did not happen," but the damage may have already been done. I hope not, but time will tell.
In the mean time I will continue to believe Herman Cain when he says Bialek is a liar, and I most certainly will vote for him in November 2012. And I hope Bialek, Allred, and the low-life, scum-sucking, scab-picking, knuckle-dragging inbred liberal Demoncrat assholes who thought up this smear campaign rot in hell.
But I'll settle for Cain winning the election. Now THAT is "change we can believe in!"
IHC
One man's view of local and world events unfolding around him as seen from middle-class America.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
What Horror Movie Scared You The Most?
I've been a fan of horror movies my whole life, growing up watching the sci-fi and horror classics from the 1950's (which were only about ten or fifteen years old at the time). My favorite "classic" horror movie without a doubt is "THEM!", which is a movie starring a pre-"Gunsmoke" James Arness as an FBI agent who joins forces with a New Mexico State Trooper played by James Whitmore to fight giant ants in the New Mexico desert. They're joined by the usual duo of scientists, who blame the growth of the ants on the usual culprit of the time: radiation from all of the hydrogen bomb tests that were done in the desert in the late 1940's and early 1950's. It's a great movie - for its time, anyway - and is still my hands-down favorite classic horror movie to this date, but it's not the one that scared me the most.
Not by a long shot.
It was Hallowe'en 1969, and my family was living in Highland Springs, Virginia, a small town (at the time) about ten miles southeast of Richmond. The local theater was called The Henrico Theater (named after the county in which HS was located and pronounced "Hen-RYE-co"), which was built in the Art Deco style of the 1930s in which it was built. This old theater was huge, with a balcony and everything, and it must have sat about 300 people or so. You have to remember that this theater was built when there was no television, so for entertainment people either listened to the radio or went to the movies - for that reason, the theaters built in those times had to be big.
In any event, for Hallowe'en 1969 the theater staff decided to hold a horror movie marathon that was going to be hosted by a character called "The Bowman Body" who was the host of Channel 12's "Shock Theater" which played every Saturday night. I was a HUGE fan of The Bowman Body and Shock Theater, so of course I made plans to go. I tried to get the other kids in the neighborhood to go with me, but they wouldn't do it. So I said the heck with it (hey, I was 12) and went by myself. The festivities were supposed to start at two PM with the first of three movies being shown at three, so about one thirty on Saturday afternoon I put my foot in the path and walked up to the theater which was about a mile or so away. Once I got there I paid my fifty cents to get in, getting to finally meet The Bowman Body in person. And promptly at three PM the movies started, with the theater containing quite a few kids. Not enough to fill the place, but still there were a lot of kids there.
To this day I can still remember the movies that played and the order in which they played.
First up was "The Fearless Vampire Killers," a movie made by Roman Polanski right before his actress wife, Sharon Tate, was murdered by Charlie Manson's 'family.' I was 12 and thought the movie was pretty lame, so that tells you something about it. Not even Sharon Tate, who was absolutely gorgeous, could save it.
Next up was a classic Hammer film called "Island of Terror," which starred Peter Cushing. The special effects were kinda schlocky, but that was part of the allure of the old Hammer films. Still, the movie was pretty good, and it scared me pretty good.
But nothing like what was about to happen, trust me.
The third and last movie, which started at around six thirty PM or so, was the original George Romero classic, "Night of the Living Dead." To this day I am absolutely convinced that the staff of the Henrico played those movies in this order on purpose, the purpose being to give us kids a chance to drool over Sharon Tate, get scared a little bit by the bone-sucking monsters in "Island of Terror," and then get the living shit scared out of us by "Night of the Living Dead."
And let me tell you, if that was their plan, it worked like a charm.
It was full dark when the last movie ended and I came out of the theater, and I was so scared I was literally shaking. Then I realized that I was going to have to walk home, in the dark. Alone.
At that time my family lived on the 200 block of New Avenue, which ran north and south from the main road running through Highland Springs, that being Nine Mile Road. (Three guesses how it got its name.) The 200 block was the third of three blocks which made up New Avenue, and the blocks were pretty long. There were two streets that crossed New Avenue, one at the end of each block, with Washington Street being at the end of New Avenue. Like I said, each block was pretty long, and it was an old town so the trees growing along the sides of the road were, at times, pretty big, the branches just about covering the road which made it cool in the summer - and dark as the inside of a cave at night. Of course there were streetlights at each of the two intersections separating the blocks - that were built in the 1930's and were the kind that had the ruffled tin shades and 150 watt bulbs in them, which threw a circle of light about five feet across before it faded out into nothing.
This was the walk I had ahead of me as I stood shaking in my Keds, standing outside of the Henrico Theater in the chilly late October night, just knowing for sure that somewhere along the way that little girl from the movie was gonna jump out of the shadows and stick that cement trowel in my back.
I was so scared I walked home backwards so nobody could sneak up behind me.
I also slept with the light on for the next three nights, and when the other kids in the neighborhood asked me about the movie I refused to talk about it. That movie scared me so bad that it was the 1985 showing of the movie on MTV before I could bring myself to watch it again, and even then the movie still spooked me.
If you've seen the movie, then you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't seen it, then you should. Just don't watch it alone.
So, what horror movie is it that scared YOU the most?
Happy Hallowe'en, y'all...
IHC
Not by a long shot.
It was Hallowe'en 1969, and my family was living in Highland Springs, Virginia, a small town (at the time) about ten miles southeast of Richmond. The local theater was called The Henrico Theater (named after the county in which HS was located and pronounced "Hen-RYE-co"), which was built in the Art Deco style of the 1930s in which it was built. This old theater was huge, with a balcony and everything, and it must have sat about 300 people or so. You have to remember that this theater was built when there was no television, so for entertainment people either listened to the radio or went to the movies - for that reason, the theaters built in those times had to be big.
In any event, for Hallowe'en 1969 the theater staff decided to hold a horror movie marathon that was going to be hosted by a character called "The Bowman Body" who was the host of Channel 12's "Shock Theater" which played every Saturday night. I was a HUGE fan of The Bowman Body and Shock Theater, so of course I made plans to go. I tried to get the other kids in the neighborhood to go with me, but they wouldn't do it. So I said the heck with it (hey, I was 12) and went by myself. The festivities were supposed to start at two PM with the first of three movies being shown at three, so about one thirty on Saturday afternoon I put my foot in the path and walked up to the theater which was about a mile or so away. Once I got there I paid my fifty cents to get in, getting to finally meet The Bowman Body in person. And promptly at three PM the movies started, with the theater containing quite a few kids. Not enough to fill the place, but still there were a lot of kids there.
To this day I can still remember the movies that played and the order in which they played.
First up was "The Fearless Vampire Killers," a movie made by Roman Polanski right before his actress wife, Sharon Tate, was murdered by Charlie Manson's 'family.' I was 12 and thought the movie was pretty lame, so that tells you something about it. Not even Sharon Tate, who was absolutely gorgeous, could save it.
Next up was a classic Hammer film called "Island of Terror," which starred Peter Cushing. The special effects were kinda schlocky, but that was part of the allure of the old Hammer films. Still, the movie was pretty good, and it scared me pretty good.
But nothing like what was about to happen, trust me.
The third and last movie, which started at around six thirty PM or so, was the original George Romero classic, "Night of the Living Dead." To this day I am absolutely convinced that the staff of the Henrico played those movies in this order on purpose, the purpose being to give us kids a chance to drool over Sharon Tate, get scared a little bit by the bone-sucking monsters in "Island of Terror," and then get the living shit scared out of us by "Night of the Living Dead."
And let me tell you, if that was their plan, it worked like a charm.
It was full dark when the last movie ended and I came out of the theater, and I was so scared I was literally shaking. Then I realized that I was going to have to walk home, in the dark. Alone.
At that time my family lived on the 200 block of New Avenue, which ran north and south from the main road running through Highland Springs, that being Nine Mile Road. (Three guesses how it got its name.) The 200 block was the third of three blocks which made up New Avenue, and the blocks were pretty long. There were two streets that crossed New Avenue, one at the end of each block, with Washington Street being at the end of New Avenue. Like I said, each block was pretty long, and it was an old town so the trees growing along the sides of the road were, at times, pretty big, the branches just about covering the road which made it cool in the summer - and dark as the inside of a cave at night. Of course there were streetlights at each of the two intersections separating the blocks - that were built in the 1930's and were the kind that had the ruffled tin shades and 150 watt bulbs in them, which threw a circle of light about five feet across before it faded out into nothing.
This was the walk I had ahead of me as I stood shaking in my Keds, standing outside of the Henrico Theater in the chilly late October night, just knowing for sure that somewhere along the way that little girl from the movie was gonna jump out of the shadows and stick that cement trowel in my back.
I was so scared I walked home backwards so nobody could sneak up behind me.
I also slept with the light on for the next three nights, and when the other kids in the neighborhood asked me about the movie I refused to talk about it. That movie scared me so bad that it was the 1985 showing of the movie on MTV before I could bring myself to watch it again, and even then the movie still spooked me.
If you've seen the movie, then you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't seen it, then you should. Just don't watch it alone.
So, what horror movie is it that scared YOU the most?
Happy Hallowe'en, y'all...
IHC
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