HA! We got him! Well, that's all I have to say. Anything else I'd say is already covered by a million other blogs, so I'll simply leave it at that.

Firstly, I go to Santa Clara University. It's a private, Catholic school run by the Jesuits. Now, you might expect a somewhat traditional kind of school out of that. And indeed, the school newspaper points out that Santa Clara is "...as notoriously liberal as Rush Limbaugh...". However, that quote illustrates exactly what the problem is. These people think that "Conservative" means, "somewhat to the right of Dennis Kucinich." In short, many of the people here a liberal idiots. Now, the context of the above quote is in an article about.......a drag show. That's right, on this campus, the Gay and Lesbian "communities" are holding a drag show in the Bronco, a sports bar area in the main caffeteria area. Now, this is bad enough on it's own. But it gets worse. All over Benson (the caffeteria building) are pictures of the people in the drag show. There are men dressed as women, women dressed as men, two siblings dressed as the opposite gender, etc. Now, this is embarasing to everyone I've talked to. I brought my younger sister over to see my campus, and she had to see the pictures. Imagine a student who brings, for instance, a faithful Catholic grandmother to see his campus. He takes her around, and she wants to sit down and have something to eat. So, they stop in Benson, where she has to see the perverse pictures up. It's disturbing, shocking, and wrong.

I had decided to retire my blog. College was going well, with few liberal outrages, and I thought I'd have no need of my blog. I was wrong. I will be blogging, I expect, quite a bit now.

I was scheduled to have a political science class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The class was cancelled, and those of us in the class all had to transfer to other classes. Our professor was Dariush Zahedi. If you've been watching Fox News, you'll know that Dariush Zahedi is being held in Iran right now on charges of espionage. The news keeps calling him a "Berkeley Professor," but he also taught here at Santa Clara University. He is an American citizen, and thus the Iranian government should probably not have imprisoned him. This story is of great interest to me, as it involves a professor I would have taken a class from.

So, I've just started college. It seems pretty fun so far. I'll be posting about any political outrages I expirience here, and other such contraaversial topics.

Starting off, it's not that bad. Turns out my roomate's a conservative, and we're both joining the young republicans on campus. I'm also looking at joining the Shotokan karate club. I'm a brown belt in Tae Kwon Do already, but I'm not sure about whether there's a Tae Kwon Do club here. I figure if I start Shotokan now, I can be a black belt by the time I graduate. I'm also thinking of joining a few other clubs, but I'm not sure yet what ones. I'll be posting soon in the future, so check back from time to time.

Well, it's actually not September 11 anymore, but I must write down my thoughts on the subject. I will do so by recounting my day two years ago.

It was a Tuesday. My high school was on a block schedule, so I had AP History, French 3, and Chemistry that day. I was a junior.

I almost always woke up before my mom, so I went in to wake her up. The TV in the room was left on, but muted. I saw what seemed to be some smoke and some buildings. I, still being rather half asleep, didn't think much of it. I kind of sat there watching it, until I saw the scroll underneath, which said something like, "World Trade Center, Pentagon, hit." I took it off mute and told my mom what had happened. She said, "that's not good." I went out to the dining room where my dad was already up getting ready for work. I told him what happened, and he came in and looked at the TV. We just watched in silence for a while.

My aunt called and told my mom not to send me and my sister to school. My sister didn't want to go to school, so she stayed home. I, however, did go to school. First up was U.S. History. My teacher for that was quite an interesting character. He's a conservative high school teacher in San Jose, California. In his class, we all discussed the attacks. The teacher explained some things about Islam to us. Though he's no great fan of Islam, and outside of class I've seen him actually speak against it by quoting horrible passages from the Koran, he seemed pretty fair in class. Noneof us really knew much yet, since the day was really just beginning, but that teacher did the best he could.

Next was French 3. My teacher for French 3 was perhaps the worst teacher I've ever had, and certainly the most obnoxious, anti-American liberal I've ever met. All of us students gathered around the radio to hear the news, but she turned it off with her remote control and told us; "Through the magic of school, we can tune out anything going on outside, and concentrate only of French. Later on that day, she asked a girl from Romania, "Feel at home?" It was then that I realized that people like her really didn't care. All the talk about unity and such was false, and the truly far left would never stop hating America.

After that was lunch, which I honestly have no memory of. I suppose I went to the library and tried to hear any further news. Regardless, after that I went to chemistry. Me, some other kids, and the teacher (a Danish woman) all discussed what was going on. Then the teacher assigned us a rather simple lap, so we all got with our lab groups. I was in a group of three, as were most people. We got around the table and did the lab. That classroom was right on the street, so every time a truck went by or anything, we all got worried. I found out that one of my lab partners mom wasworking in a tower in San Francisco. She was quite worried about her mom, and wanted to be done with the day so she could talk to her. There's something to remember. My lab partner's mom was fine. Think of some girl who's mom did die that day.

Think of someone who's mom or dad or brother or sister or husband or wife went off that morning and never returned. Really think about it. Don't just pass it off and say something about how sad it is. Really think about it. Think about what they were thinking that morning. Maybe the kids were going to go see Daddy at lunch. Maybe next week they were all going to fly to Hawaii. Maybe Mommy was going to make her famous cookies as soon as she got home from work. Just think about the little, trivial, beautiful dreams people have. Not big ones, just little ones. Think of the lives those terrorists destroyed. Think of the bitter sadness, the loss that can never be replaced. Think of that next time you hear someone talking about a "cycle of violence," or the "root causes of their hatred." They waged war on us. This war isn't about conquest, or oil, or even religion. It's about eliminating a violent, hateful system of thought wherein a little girl on her way to Disneyland on an airplane is the enemy. Wherein a guy sitting at his desk, perhaps working, perhaps wasting time with a computer game, perhaps thinking of his fiance and how they'll be married in a week, deserves to die just because he happens to be in America. Wherein a nation of free people of every race, ethnicity, and religion is "The Great Satan." People who would believe this are our enemies, and should be dealt with accordingly.

(I got a bit sidetracked there, sorry.) After chemistry, my school day was over. I came home and watched the news. My sister had catalogued all of the days reports, writing things like, "Another plane is known to be hijacked. Possibly heading for Washington." She had also made some little circular embroideries, featuring pictures of New York and the words like, "A day which will live in infamy." I can't really remember the rest of the day, but I remember the eerie lack of plane noises. You'd never know how much noise planes make unless they stopped flying. And we didn't know when they'd come back. For all I knew, there'd be another bombing the next day, and we'd be in a constant state of war right here in America.

I learned later that one of the women who died in the WTC had graduated from my high school about ten years before. That made me think. A person, a human being who had been right there at my school had also been there in the towers as they fell and as everything changed. Thinking about it, I was amazed. Someone who had eaten lunch in the same quad I ate lunch in, walked past the same old oak tree on her way to P.E., complained about some of the same teachers, done some of the same assignments, was dead in the attack. One wonders, did she ever sit, perhaps, in the same library that I sat in as she died, and read a book? Perhaps I've checked out a book she checked out. Perhaps she had seen some of my classmates, when they were young children living near the school. Perhaps she had sat on the same bench I sat on, looking across the quad to the gaudy western-themed mural on the gym wall, and wondered what her future would be like. I never knew her. I don't even remeber her name. It was on the little yellow slip of paper they handed us at the candlelight vigil, but I've lost the paper, and I'll probably never remember her name. But, I'll always know that someone from my school died that day, because some Islam-crazed freaks decided that her and anyone like her (namely Americans) had to die.

Never forget. Never surrender. America can and will prevail.

May God bless America and guide all her actions in the war.

Here's a nice Democratic Underground thread about why young men are often conservative. It has lots of man-bashing and psychological "analysis" of conservatives.

You know, I'm tired of this stuff. There was that study about what makes people conservative (in which they compared Reagan and Limbaugh to Hitler, then claimed that they were objective), and now there's this. And, well before I was even born, a bunch of liberal psychiatrists deemed Barry Goldwater mentally unstable, without ever meeting him or examining him in any serious way. Liberals believe that anyone who disagrees with them is sick or diseased.

I was planning on making up some stuff about what motivates liberals (like, they hate themselves and wish they hadn't been born, and so they support abortion), but my keyboard isn't working. Oh well, anything I made up would be made up anyway, for the simple reason that you can't diagnose a political ideology the way liberals seem intent on doing (of course, because of their worries about their own mental state :)).

Gary Aldrich writes about what's wrong with NASA.

Really, of course, a lot more is wrong with NASA than that. We need to start really trying to colonize space. For a culture to be free, you need an escape. Somewhere to go if your government is oppressing you. There's a treaty that says that no nation can form a colony on another world. Thus, any colonisation plans would have to be coordinated through the UN or a similar body. This of course eliminates all possiblity of ever actually claiming planets.

I say we do away with the treaty. Who needs it? Have a race! Let's see who can claim most of Mars! What space needs is competition. Competition helps everything. We've seen how a lack of competition ruins and corrupts things. We've seen it with education, we've seen it with NASA, and, in an extreme case, we've seen it with the economy of the Soviet Union. Competition almost always allows for the best result at the lowest cost.

Armstrong Williams has an article about how Oberlin high school is requiring that a teacher of black history must be black. This is, of course, insane.

I'm of entirely European descent. If I were to take a class on European history, and find that my teacher was black, asian, or anything else, I'd assume they knew a great deal about European history. I wouldn't be offended. I wouldn't say that this teacher couldn't possibly understand European history because he's not of European descent. Similarly, if I were black, I wouldn't assume that my teacher had to be black to understand black history. To racially discriminate like that is simply wrong, and sends the message that there are in fact irreconcilable differences between ethnicities.