Nikki Haley either finds non-Christian religious sites ‘holy’, or feels the need to pretend she does, while denigrating the cultural heritage of the country in which she was born, rather than treasuring it

I know it’s eleven days after this repost, but I want to expand on it.

Something I noticed in the quote below the 2014 YouTube clip linked in the previous post:

Haley was born as Nimrata Nikki Randhawain in Bamberg, South Carolina, US, on January 20, 1972, to an Indian Sikh family. Her parents, Ajit Singh Randhawa and Raj Kaur Randhawa, are immigrants from Amritsar District.

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Haley was born and raised as a Sikh. On September 6, 1996, she married Michael Haley in both a Methodist church ceremony and in a Sikh gurdwara. Haley identifies herself today as a Christian. She said, “We converted to Christianity, but it was not political. It was out of the fact that when you change, when you grew up, you need more, and when you don’t understand the language.”

However, she said she was very proud of her upbringing, and very proud that she grew up in that environment. She said, “Christianity spoke to me that I could understand it. But, when you come to a holy place, you feel it.”

So, though ostensibly a Christian and not a Sikh now, she nevertheless feels overcome with a sense of the ‘holiness’ of the Sikh Golden Temple in Amritsar, India.

This shows she either has a poor understanding of her Christian faith (a Christian should truly feel no sense of divinity or holiness in a heathen temple); or her Christian faith isn’t genuine and she’s still a Sikh in her heart; or maybe she just doesn’t give a shit about religion at all but feels compelled to act as though she does when visiting her ancestral homeland, with the cameras rolling.

Not sure which of those three alternatives is the worst; they’re all bad, really.

After this visit, came the Dylann Roof massacre, and Haley felt the need to jump on the bandwagon to remove the Confederate flag at the South Carolina State Legislature grounds.

So, in the video she has real or fake emotion on full display, either embracing or paying lip service to the heathen religion which she supposedly left, but she can’t understand or relate to the heritage of the people where she was actually born and raised, South Carolina.

And so like all the other converged neo-cucks, she embraced taking down the Confederate flag.

And now, she’s among the warmongering chickenhawks trying to pressure Trump into neo-con warmongering.

Not very Christian, that, though it is in line with neo-cuck evanjellyfish Churchianity, I suppose.

It’s also in line with her Punjabi, Sikh heritage, which surely means more to her.

 

Two days, two Hillary Clinton investigator suicides

See here and here.

But remember: nothing to see here, and you’re a crazy conspiracy-theory believer if you notice. 😉

 

Airstrip One acts against a thoughtcrime!

Where is Emmanuel Goldstein when we need him? (Hat tip.)

A British police officer was moved to activate her panic button after taking offence at a parody song making fun of former Al-Qaeda leader Osama bin Laden being played at a garden party, bringing in serious re-enforcements to a small English village.

The officer pressed the panic button on her body-mounted camera after being dispatched to a garden party in a picturesque Cambridgeshire village at around 10pm on Thursday and overhearing a song being played that mocked Osama Bin Laden. Responding to the call for help, the local force dispatched another ten officers and a police helicopter, Cambridge News reports.

It is alleged that in addition to the parody song making fun of the dead terrorist, party-goers were also shouting “anti-Islamic abuse”, a suggestion the partygoers deny.

Mark Donovan, who attended the party in the Cambridge village — which dates back to the time of the Domesday Book — spoke to the paper after the incident, and said: “We was having a summer’s evening in my neighbour’s garden as we don’t have one. We had our karaoke machine on playing music through our phones from YouTube which are all approved songs.

“It was about 10pm and the music may have been a little loud but it was before 11pm. Someone must have made a complaint, and a police officer attended our address, at which time a song from YouTube called the Bin Laden Song came on.

“This police officer said she took offence at the song and pressed her panic button on her body cam and that’s when about ten police turned up and the police helicopter.

“They are now investigating it as a racist crime. It is ridiculous.”

Police have seized the karaoke machine.

“Approved songs”? Doesn’t sound like Big Sister approved!

So, a song that mocks a mass-murdering terrorist might offend some people? No doubt; they’re called terrorists!

Why this woman cop got all bent out of shape to hit a panic button and bring down a chopper and ten more cops, I guess she couldn’t handle such a horrible ‘thoughtcrime’ on her own. Needed back-up, you see – and to teach those white English punks a lesson, show them who’s boss!

 

Supervillains will slay…

Planned Parenthood Admits Its Murderous Intentions

It’s not a slip up, it’s a rare admission of the truth.

 

Consummating the revolution

In the vein of this post, found the following at TLD; no dedicated URL for it, so I’m reposting it in its entirety here:

Let us consummate the revolution! [Guest opinion.] I am a nice-looking, youngish high-school teacher (of English, if you must know), and almost every year at least one underage girl will make it clear to me that she would like to have sex with me. Or would like to do whatever this generation says isn’t sex, but which my father’s generation thought was.

I always turn these sweet offers down. I am not eager to lose my job and never be able to work in any school system again except in Thailand. I am not eager to lose my family. I am not eager to go to prison. I am not eager to spend my golden years with neighbors who are warned that a sex-criminal crouches slavering in their midst. And I am not eager to be questioned every time there’s an AMBER Alert.

But I do wonder … I am forbidden by law to enjoy the company of these girls in ways that would be — well, at least not illegal — in just a few short years. This strikes me as age-discrimination. And not only that, but I am required by law to engage in age-discrimination.

The girls are encouraged by law to engage in age-discrimination, since they may cavort freely with lads their own age who may be just using them for rough exploratory purposes, whereas I am gentle and experienced. They are deemed wise enough and mature enough to choose young partners, and (unbeknownst to their parents) to obtain medications and devices to support their cavorting, as well as (also unbeknownst to their parents) surgeries should the medications or devices fail or be left forgotten at a girlfriend’s home. But the law wishes them to discriminate against me. Solely on the basis of their age, they are deemed not to be wise enough or mature enough to cavort with me.

Surely, this is a situation that cannot long endure in our discrimination-sensitive age. Love equality will surely make its force felt soon. Perhaps someone from the Cato Institute will take the lead. None of us is getting any younger. [Arnold Zeck]  Ω

Spot on, and funny. The laws regarding age of consent are not reason-based but purely emotion-based.

 

Italy considering paid menstrual leave

Yeah.

Commentary at The Last Ditch:

Italy is on the verge of requiring employers to give their female employees paid leave for those days that the ladies are incommoded by their eerie, but somewhat regular, appointment with the moon.

I predict that once this becomes firmly entrenched in American society (by government regulation, of course), it will be only a matter of time — a short time at that — before workers refer to absent co-workers as having taken “a rag day.”

I further predict that it will be only a matter of time — a short time at that — before said workers will be fired for having said it. [Ronn Neff]  Ω

No doubt…

And then, afterwards: demands for paid PMS leave, separate from regular sick leave, because it would be misogynistic to expect women to have to use up their regular sick leave time for PMS, of course. And if you disagree, you hate women; if you say it at work, you’ve created a hostile environment, and you’re fired.

 

Again, a man’s life left in ruins, while his sexual-assault accuser goes about hers

Christie Blatchford has the story…

Mike Kydd is the poor man’s Steven Galloway — not a famous author; not a professor-cum-department head, but rather a lowly, un-tenured instructor; not particularly powerful.

Yet Kydd and Galloway both have been brought to ruin by adult female contemporaries and former students with whom the men had a consensual sexual relationship that then retrospectively morphed into various misconduct complaints against them.

While the investigation report commissioned by the University of British Columbia in the Galloway case hasn’t been made fully public — making it difficult to know with certainty precisely what the findings were — Postmedia has managed to confirm many significant details about Kydd’s case.

Details at the link; all too typical a tale…

I don’t know why male profs keep foolishly having relationships with their female students, when over and over again, this sort of thing occurs.

Learn from what happens to others, idiots! And don’t repeat their mistakes.

P.S. I’m not victim-blaming here – if you think that, then you’re thinking like a feminist – but simply pointing out that, deplorable as the misandrist double standards are, one can avoid being victimized by thinking with one’s big head (and conscience) and not one’s little one. That’s all.