Here's an Ann Coulter article, enjoy!

WHAT LEFT-WING P.B.S. BIAS? by Ann Coulter

Bill Moyers, the lamented, demented former host of the PBS program "Now With Bill Moyers," referred to the American-led war in Iraq as doing "to the people of Baghdad what bin Laden did to us."

He called American flag pins "a little metallic icon of patriotism" comparable to Mao's Little Red Book being displayed on every Communist Party official's desk in China. This is silly. The metallic icons of patriotism that Mao used to keep the masses in line were considerably longer and sharper, and were usually applied to the back by a fellow "comrade."

Moyers denounced Condoleezza Rice for her ineptness in not preventing the 9/11 attack, despite a clearly worded memo stating: "Bin Laden determined to attack the United States." In other breaking news: Waitress in L.A. Determined to Become Actress. As Condi said, "I don't think you, frankly, had to have that report to know that bin Laden would like to attack the United States."

In his lengthy diatribe against Rice, Moyers said she had cried wolf, intentionally misleading "America and the world about the case for invading Iraq." Apparently Rice had said Iraq was "a part of the war on terror" on the grounds that Saddam was: (1) supporting terrorists, (2) a weapons of mass destruction threat and (3) "a tremendous barrier to change in the Middle East."

But as regular viewers of PBS know, in fact, we invaded Iraq for oil.

Yes, precisely. That's why U.S. forces seized Iraq's oil fields right after Baghdad fell, confiscated their vast oil reserves, and now we can buy all the gasoline we want here at home for just pennies a gallon any time we want. Sorry, we what? Folks, my switchboard is completely lit up and this isn't even a radio show.

Moyers responded to the 2002 midterm elections in which Republicans bucked history by gaining seats in both the House and the Senate by warning Americans of the coming Rapture: "(I)f you like God in government, get ready for the Rapture." As Moyers described the horror that was to come: "That agenda includes the power of the state to force pregnant women to surrender control over their own lives."

I'm pretty sure even the harshest anti-abortion laws would only prevent a woman from killing her baby, not send her to a slave labor camp. But with his broadcast career crashing down around him, Moyers took a brave stand against the internment of pregnant women.

Moyers also said the agenda of the coming theocracy "includes using the taxing power to transfer wealth from working people to the rich." (And we'd appreciate it if you poor people would fold the bills a little more neatly before mailing them in next time.)

As the extra little cherry on top, all Moyers' nut conspiracy theories were being broadcast on PBS, subsidized by the U.S. taxpayer. Not only that, but Moyers takes a cut of every video of his show sold, and he has family members on the payroll. Let's see now: a corrupt, partisan demagogue and his family caught feeding at the taxpayers' trough. Let's just hope he never took a free golfing trip to Scotland!

When Ken Tomlinson, chair of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, suggested that PBS was maybe a smidgen left of center, Moyers began his lengthy public nervous breakdown. Already well-known as an insufferable jerk, it turns out Moyers is also a crazy megalomaniac, too.

In a recent speech to the the National Conference on Media Reform -- a conference dedicated to increasing liberal representation in the media from 94.6 percent to 99.8 percent -- Moyers responded to his critics by reading from his fan mail, reading favorable news articles about himself, and comparing himself to Jesus Christ or, as he put it, "one of our boys." If it were possible that he actually believed in God, PBS would be doing a special report on Moyers after a remark like that.

He said his critics were "obsessed with control, using the government to threaten and intimidate" -- almost as control-obsessed as 45 senators trying to tell 55 senators which judicial nominees are acceptable. The threat is: Provide balanced programming or stop expecting subsidies from the U.S. taxpayer.

Moyers also noted that his critics were the ones behind the bin Laden-like attack on Iraq in order "to make sure Ahmed Chalabi winds up controlling Iraq's oil." (And that's why gasoline is so cheap!) Yep, it's all right there on the Project for a New American Century's agenda: (1) invade Iraq, (2) somehow get Bill Moyers' PBS show canceled, (3) invade Syria, (4) invade Iran ...

Moyers has clearly reached the next-to-last stage of the megalomaniac's life cycle: the persecution complex. We'll know Moyers has reached end-stage megalomania when he begins to exhibit an inordinate fear of germs.

According to Moyers, the reason these right-wing radicals focused on him despite the fan mail he gets -- to say nothing of favorable write-ups in the mainstream media -- is that he "didn't play by the conventional rules of Beltway journalism." (That and the giant piece of tinfoil on his head.)

These contemptible "rules of Beltway journalism" apparently consist of reporters completely ignoring important conspiracy theories regularly featured on Moyers' program and instead functioning as "government stenographers" -- as Moyers called one reporter for The New York Times, no less.

Moyers did live by one rule of old-media journalism: He believed he should not need viewers to have a TV show. During fund-raising drives, scores of local PBS affiliates would drop Moyers' program for fear of driving away donors. Let me say that I personally believe this was a mistake. Moyers' show was the one PBS program that made the pledge drives seem interesting.

But the absence of an audience is no concern for liberals. After all, Air America is still on air. How about making George Soros pay Moyers' salary? Then at least he'd have a little less money to spend on wrecking the country. Hey -- maybe that's what Moyers meant about the Republican government transferring money from working people to the rich.

...and a little depressed, and a little hopeless. Why is it that a boss feels like it is well within his rights to belittle you and your efforts? He doesn't know your job or how to do it, yet he feels entitled to judge! Just once I would like to hear, "Hey Jay, this is really neat, nice job", but no, instead you hear about the 2 things that aren't quite right yet and they are made out to be disasters of biblical proportions, and you never hear one single word of encouragement. How nice.

Jason

Bullshit outside of work, bullshit at work. I'm knee deep in bullshit. Everything I do is wrong, I can do no right. I'm beginning to wonder if they are right about me.

Jason

Today I tried my damnedest to open up my medicine bottle but I couldn't. It hurt so bad to wrap my hands around the bottle and try to twist off the top. Eventually I had to just bear the pain and twist until the freakin thing opened. I'm gonna call Gramma today and tell her I understand her life a little better now.

Jason

T.I. - ASAP
Paul Wall - Sittin Sideways
T.I. - Motivation
The Neptunes/Snoop Dogg - It Blows My Mind
Jay-Z - Where I'm From
Trillville - Some Cut
Lil Jon and Lil Scrappy - What You Gon Do
Lil Boosie & Webbie - Give Me That
Tupac - Hail Mary
Jay-Z - In My Lifetime (Remix)
Mike Jones - Back Then

Let's see how the hood reacts!!!!!

Jason

I am totally non-functional right now. I've been sleeping all day. I called my only connect to see if I could pick up and as usual he didn't answer, and most likely as usual he won't even bother to acknowledge my phone call by hitting me back. God I hate that. Oh well, one less person in my phone book.

I'm really hungry too. Maybe I'll go get some BK.

Jason

Ouch, I just looked at my arm and this is what it looks like:



I wish I had a more detailed web cam. Or a digi cam. My arm looks so horrible. The wounds are very purplish. My right thumb and the knuckle on my middle finger are both really sore, although I can type without any pain. My left wrist is really in a lot of pain too, I played 12 holes of golf today on it and it was really painful.

(e:Paul) showed me the google search thing - hell if it brings more traffic to the site then fine. Kinda surprising though that I would be number one on the search.

Jason

For the first time since seventh grade I was forced to fight. (e:Paul) and (e:Lilho) met the guy. Now, before I start in on this story let me say that I abhor violence. I'm not a violent guy, never have been. I've never been the type to start a physical altercation with someone. I'm not a tough guy, just a normal dude. I wish this never happened.

Tonight I went to Merlin's to see my co-worker's band play. I had a really good time. My ex-buddy and I decided to go get some buddha. So on the way his car dies, leaving me stranded in Cheektovegas with no buddha and no way to get home. I start complaining, we get out of the car and he starts pushing me. He has always thought, Jason's a bitch, he won't fight back, he's a pussy. I let him push me around, thinking he'll stop and we'll be on our way to his apartment. No, he keeps on pushing me and talking shit to me. Finally my anger was kindled and I decided I would defend myself.

I turned on him and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him to the ground. I said are you going to stop? Are you going to fucking chill out and stop acting like an idiot? I let him up. No, he decided he was going to fight. Bad move on his part, because I caught him dead on his forehead with a right hand, stunning him and pushing him back. I knew I had him so I hit him as hard as I could on the temple with my left. I dragged him to the ground and gave him a few more bumps for good measure. I decided it was stupid and I was done with it and I just wanted to be home and in bed, so I got up and walked away.

I tried talking reason to him. I tried explaining to him that you can't just act and say and do whatever the fuck you feel all the time, because there are going to be consequences. He's 21, barely knowing what to do with his dick and without any kind of sense of accountability to anyone, nor does he have a grasp on any kind of logic. He just feels like he should be able to push me around without anything happening. I'm fucking sick of that. I'm sick of being disrespected and treated like a chump. I don't know what the hell that kid was thinking. I never should have associated with a young kid like that. Of course after he got two huge lumps and a lot of blood on his face he kept on talking shit, just like a fucking bitch ass white suburbanite kid would do. I'm done with him, fuck him, this isn't the first time this has happened to him either. He already has people stealing his mail and on more than one occasion he has come to work with black eyes. I don't want that stress in my life, I don't want to associate with assholes who feel like they should make me feel threatened.

So I walked to Amherst and finally got a ride home. I have his blood on my hands still and my hands are hurting really bad. I never want this to happen to me again. I'm ashamed. I don't know how I was supposed to react. I felt in danger so I protected myself and then some. I prayed for forgiveness. Now I am going to clean up and go to bed. I'm sure he'll act like a punk and try to mess up my car or something. I'll have a hard time restraining myself.

I really need a hug. A big hug.

Jason

Last night I was surprised to hear my neighbor Chris say that a guy named Paul was at the door looking for me. (e:Paul) and (e:Lilho) were at the door so I invited them up to the porch to chill for a while and survey the area where the banner will hang. The challenge is to find a good way to attach the banner to the house in some way. I think I will try getting some kite string and wrapping the banner around the front of the porch. We'll see how it turns out!

(e:Lilho) is a very impressive young woman. (e:Hodown) you should be proud of her. She definitely has me pegged, I didn't want to admit it to her at the time but yes I think having a girlfriend might be nice. She said that I'm more agreeable in real life than my journal would let on, and that my pictures don't look like me. I hope I'm better looking in real life than my pictures, I hate having my picture taken.

(e:Paul) is an interesting fellow. He is always smiling and offering jokes. His journal really doesn't reflect that too well. He mentioned adding a comment area to our journals, and that he has gotten opposing opinions in terms of having people be able to comment on what we write. I told him I thought it was a good idea because I don't know how many times I've wanted to be able to post my reactions without having to create an entirely new journal entry, only with the purpose of answering someone. I think it in some way improves our interactions and makes them more complete. I really don't care if someone flames me, hell I'm sure it's bound to happen. We talked about programming, music, relationships and a variety of other topics. I revealed to him my secret crush!

I was overjoyed to meet them both. One of the goals I had in joining this site was to hopefully meet other people in the neighborhood. I think in general I got a favorable reaction. See, I've been trying to say it, I'm not a bad dude! I can't wait to go to (e:Ajay)'s get together and meet more (e:peeps). My brother can't come because he will be in Los Angeles, so I'll have to represent 750 on my own. And (e:Paul), forget what my buddy said, the watermelon colors are cool!

Jason

(e:Hodown) - Are you okay? You didn't mention what happened.

Being rejected and not wanted by women is just something guys have to deal with. It's part of being a guy - having every little aspect of you scrutinized and judged harshly. If, and mean IF you are lucky enough she'll grace you with her presence. You would think the word "mercy" isn't in the female vocab! Never though have I said that I would swear off women.

I've always wondered about dating in NYC. Most likely I would never survive because the materialism and shallowness are probably much more intense than here in Buffalo. I really don't envy you in that sense - I'm sure there are lots of available singles but the attitude is different. When something is tough, or something isn't going your way why give up on it? Get pissed off, get motivated. Maybe this means we need further explanation.

Jason