Please help - I've lost a certain photo

[IrishAyes]

When I promised to send a copy to a friend, all of a sudden I couldn't find it. Had to do a fresh install of Win7 and that's probably where it went. Spent forever searching for it on what I did manage to save. Anyway, it's the picture showing a closeup of the President's fist; the caption reads something like, "Why yes, this is my secret Kenyan Muslim ring, would you like to see it closer?"

I also spent a long delightful time browsing some of your journals in hopes of stumbling across it again, because I know I got it on DU. But no luck. So the lucky person who has it, would you please post it here in reply, if I promise not to be so careless again? Thanks.

[sheshe2]

4. Thank you for the explanation Politicalboi!

[IrishAyes]

9. Before I get locked out of my own thread,

Why don't you mail me a copy of what you self-deleted if you still have it? Must've been good.

[Politicalboi]

11. You're welcome sheshe2

If I can, I will delete the link. I guess I should have just got the picture. I was lazy.

[sheshe2]

13. I suggest you delete you post and then

re post the picture of the ring.

[NYC_SKP]

5. Boy that site is a dumptruck full of batshit crazy!

[IrishAyes]

8. Agreed. I meant what I said to him/her/it in my reply, too.

I also take serious offense against the word socialist or even communist being used as a slur. I AM a socialist, and a damned good one with an Irish temper and fist, if that's plain enough for anyone. I've also known more than a few good communists, and I VASTLY prefer them over fascist trash.

[sheshe2]

10. Yup!

[Politicalboi]

12. LOL!

I just got a glimpse of it. I googled about the ring, and that site came up. It was supposed to be his Muslim ring I guess. LOL! I figured that site was like the National Enquirer for Obama. Whoever believes that site is too far gone anyways. I should have just copied the picture instead of putting that nutty site up. I meant no harm.

[IrishAyes]

16. If you HAD made that clear, I wouldn't have taken ANY offense.

But please stop and remember that we do get all kinds of serious garbage flung at us by the troll patrol, and absent any explanation, plus not knowing you from Adam, what else was I to think? Also, reduced funds forced me to retire in a comparatively low cost of living area - a remote corner of the MidWest - and that unspeakable website reflects exactly how most of these people 'think'. I've had trash thrown in my yard, seriously threatening anonymous phone calls, and even bottles thrown at me from passing cars. Sometimes people literally on sight start to scream at me in public, and it's all because they hate and fear President Obama, and they know they're in for a verbal battle when they do. I had to quit riding the local mini-bus which is partly government funded, because of the crazies on there. The bus driver even filed a false police report against me claiming I'd brought a gun on board and threatened to shoot people. Since he waited two days to say anything, fortunately nobody took him seriously. Etc etc etc. So for good reason, I've got a shorter fuse than I used to about anti-Obama crap.

Yes, please next time make your intent clear. I don't like to fight any more than necessary. Absent attacks on my beloved President, I can actually be a pretty congenial person.

[No Vested Interest]

17. Every time you write about the verbal attacks, etc.

I can hardly believe what I'm reading.
I do believe you, but, honestly have never met people like that.

But, then. I'm more of a slow-mover myself, and probably couldn't handle such grief.

That's why I find your comments interesting.

[IrishAyes]

18. Well, the anti-Obama venom has worsened dramatically

One thing that amazes me is that at least a few people in this godforsaken xenophobic town have started to be a little nicer to me, at least on the surface. I knew it would be hard to settle in somewhere so isolated, but got my eyes opened quick. And there is a strong backlash operation to anything or anyone the least bit 'different', to the point that several complimentary notes I received in the mail, regarding my letters to the editor of the local weekly, were unsigned! And they were compliments! I guess those people feared others might learn they'd been nice to that damnedYankee Democrat invader. (During the Civil War, which has only lessened somewhat on the surface here, they had to close all the churches because of the deadly gunfights that broke out.) And a lot of the men still play soldier in the woods on weekends. Sometimes I feel like I died and woke up in 1960's Selma.

Anyway, the bad junk I hear and see is the last dying scream of dinosaurs, so in a way it should be music to my ears. I can't attend the local Catholic mission because on arrival almost 8 years ago, I blundered by saying something nice about Jesuits, and the guy that was the visiting priest then had, unbeknown to me, been kicked out by that august order for severe, unrepentant alcoholism. But he had lots of friends here who swiftly made themselves my enemies just because I innocently praised the Jesuits. Well, if it hadn't been that, they would've found something else to complain about - which they did until I left the congregation, not the Holy Roman Church itself.

Then I started walking almost next door to a UMC church built in 1904, and although some people there have gotten almost friendly, when I stopped by one evening to listen to the bell choir practice to see if they played well enough to consider joining, the pastor rushed up to me and shaking all over because he KNEW HE WAS SINNING, he told me not to even think about joining that group. Later on one of the bell choir founders did invite me to join, and I thanked her but said I didn't care to fight with another pastor.

That's one entertaining if disapproved habit I have that scares the tar out of some people - I freely share true stories. People shouldn't feel like they can do what they want and get away with it while their victim has to remain silent. Now the pastor's moving but I really don't believe our episode had anything to do with it, since he was just reflecting the general attitude of exclusive superiority.

In an earlier life I'd been elected to local offices, so I know how to treat people well and be gracious and friendly. But this place has been an education in hell. Can't afford to move and I'm already dug in too deep here to be willing to move anyway. So I take extra care of the good relationships I do have, and have learned how to treasure them more than perhaps I would have otherwise. Astonishingly, some people have even become allies of sorts.

[No Vested Interest]

20. It's not easy to move to a new area, where many have lived for generations

and don't appreciate anyone new challenging their ways and their own special "truths".

One very special thing in your favor is your ability to articulate your thoughts so well. I bet the locals are impressed at some level with your writing abilities, even when they disagree with the philosophy (or politics) expressed therein.
(Those nuns really did know how to teach their students the fine art of composition and writing, didn't they? I see so many DUers who proudly proclaim that they have left , and sometimes even despise, the RCC, but, in fact, owe their writing skills to their education by nuns and brothers.)

[IrishAyes]

21. You've doubtless heard the story

(overlooking any anachronism) of the 3 priests who showed up right after the Christ Child's birth; the Franciscan ecstatically admires the modesty of accommodations, the Benedictine something else - remember it's been a long time since I read or heard this myself.

And the Jesuit calmly steps forward to ask the parents, "Have you given any thought to his education?"
.....................................................................................................................

For a long time I tried to serve the legitimate needs of the rowdy bus crowd, w/o participating in the hateful speech or the sex and drugs so rampant in their set; many of them are old or handicapped or under any number of challenges including two of the most insane men I've ever seen on the loose. The bus driver is supposed to help them up and down the bus steps and take their packages to the door, which he seldom did. He'd even refuse to go to someone's house if he didn't happen to feel like letting them ride that day. So being still rather nimble and admittedly stupid, I happily took over the package carrying and passenger assisting on the frequent occasions the driver gave no indication of budging. Some of those people were so infirm that they would've been virtually housebound w/o proper help.

It did little to sweeten their dispositions, though. When during the trip one (or multiples) would address me directly with their screed, for the first few years I'd start out as gently as possible; for instance asking, "Do you claim to be a follower of Christ, well versed in the Bible, in obedience to his commands?" An angry affirmative would follow, especially after they'd learned what question to expect from me next: "Then would you kindly direct me to the verse where Jesus commands his followers to hate their enemies and everyone who disagrees with them? Because I have never been able to find that in any translation...." Sometimes a minute or so would lapse before they built up enough steam to literally start screaming again, sometimes right in my face. If the driver wasn't screaming at me himself, he'd be egging on the one(s) involved.

Eventually, of course, the situation grew dire enough that I had to start writing reports to the supervisor and various officials who did respond a little but not enough to make any difference. On four different occasions the driver would be barreling down the road, shouting that he would KILL - literally KILL! - the next person who pissed him off. Which was always me, of course. Impossible to get on the good side of a person who dooesn't have one. When I started recording the various rants and sending copies to the officials who should've been stepping in, by that time they seemed to have washed their hands of the matter and the OATS bus regional manager sent me a nasty letter saying that they'd no longer accept my letters and emails, but that if I continued to be disruptive I'd lose riding privileges.

By that time of course I was only riding the bus to prove they couldn't get rid of me no way no how, but the gang was standing on my last nerve. I'd decided not to go anymore after that last day was over, when the driver had tried (2 days late) to get me arrested for allegedly threatening people with a gun, but the driver stopped to go into a bank before dropping me at home, and his 88 year old 'girlfriend' starting screaming and swearing at me at the top of her lungs. Her little partners in crime chimed in, and that's when I finally lost my temper big time. I am (or at least was) a trained contralto, and my voice easily outshouted theirs. I can swear like a sailor w/o blaspheming, and I proceeded to let loose about 4 years of pent-up rage at top volume, some of it in Irish which they didn't understand exactly but knew was uncomplimentary. Then I got off the bus and walked the 3 blocks home.

Well, that evening the regional supervisor called me in one of her self-righteous snits and I yelled at her too; told her where to go and what to do on arrival before I slammed the phone down in her ear. Several church ladies got wind of the blowup and called me to criticize my unladylike behavior, and they got the same response. By that time I was so enraged that I wrote another letter to the editor of the local weekly, which he duly published the following week. I said that while I did like some people in town, by far the largest majority I'd ever encountered anywhere were the worst, most hypocritical hellspawn ever let loose on peaceful, law abiding folks; and I didn't intend to apologize to anyone for a single word.

And that's the OATS bus story. Sorry to say, I'm probably too fond of relating it at the drop of a hat because I so like the way it ended. Now I'm just waiting for the old fart driver to die (he never was much better than a dead man walking anyway) and some of the others to go before I consider riding again, IF the bus is even in operation at that time. I can tell you one thing, that crazy driver's scared to death of me because when he encounters me in a local store, he turns pale and runs back to his little bus. One of my good friends who saw that happen swears she saw a giant, dark angry figure spread its arms around me when the bus driver approached, before he noticed me, and that's what made him run.

Not that I'd ever want to take advantage, but it makes me wonder if my guardian angel's a big black dude, ideally suited to terrify racist white enemies. Being such an ancient people, the Irish do seem to have an uncommonly close connection to the spirit world. It probably helps explain also why I've never felt really all alone in my life.

[No Vested Interest]

22. Beautifully told.

I could only wish to be a fly on the wall, with those huge eyes flies they have, taking it all in.
It sounds as though the bus scenes could be a scene from a delicious film, with Diane Keaton playing IrishAyes.

I do hope you are keeping notes and holding on to the tapes. They'd be grand fodder for a memoir, or even a serialized version of the adventures, for the greater edification of the larger world, who seldom witnesses such activity.

[IrishAyes]

23. Thanks

But the world at large has trouble believing it, too, just because it is so irrational. It will remain a project for posterity.

[IrishAyes]

19. What I've been trying to relate

is how the bad guys don't know how they've strengthened me by their abuse. That's the karmic joke of all time. I've pitched plenty of big fits in public and private and I don't appreciate the assault, but it has worked to my advantage. And it is my personal moral challenge to try to love them what little I sometimes can, because as Dorothy Day, the hardest but most just taskmaster I ever knew, said correctly: "I can tell you exactly how much you love God. You love God as much as you love the person you love the least."

Uh oh.

[IrishAyes]

6. Please keep your garbage outside this group - we don't want it here.

That site is indecent and untrue. In the future, do not demean yourself or this group with such filth. I don't CARE if you alert on my reply, I don't CARE if it gets hidden. I don't suffer fools gladly. It's worth anything the moderators might wish or actually do to me, so long as you understand my total contempt for mental pornography.

[sheshe2]

3. This?

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2012/11/10/1160012/-Did-you-hear-the-one-about-Obama-s-Muslim-ring

You might've missed this conspiracy theory, and it's particularly funny. You see, James Jerome Corsi, he of the Swiftboat Veterans for the Truth and birther extraordinaire, has discovered a SHOCKING SECRET!

Now, newly published photographs of Obama from the 1980s show that the ring Obama wore on his wedding-ring finger as an unmarried student is the same ring Michelle Robinson put on his finger at the couple’s wedding ceremony in 1992.
Moreover, according to Arabic-language and Islamic experts, the ring Obama has been wearing for more than 30 years is adorned with the first part of the Islamic declaration of faith, the Shahada: “There is no god except Allah.”

Gasp! What's the evidence? He takes a few grainy photos of the ring, like this one:



Now you might be saying to yourself, "that Arabic script looks nothing like the squiggles Corsi traced on the ring", but that's because you're not bat shit insane. Let's examine the squiggles and the Arabic script side-by-side:


How idiotic is this? Look at the first letters of each row:




Is this the picture that you were looking for, IrishAyes



More at the Link!

[IrishAyes]

7. Sorry, that's not it. But thanks anyway. Good post, btw.

[sheshe2]

14. Sorry it was not the pic you wanted

we will find it...

As for Politicalboi, I want to explain why I did what I did.

I believe that it was a mistake, not a slur. The link. Yes it was bad. I now do not believe that it was meant to harm.

I believe that it was the right decision.

If you have questions please mail me.

[IrishAyes]

15. Your help in locating the picture will be deeply appreciated.

What led you to believe the other poster merely made a mistake and not a slur, though? It was deeply offensive harrassment. How could he not have meant harm, when he did the equivalent of throwing a dead skunk at a group of people who were not hurting him in the least? If you're right about this, let's see an abject public apology from him and not a left-handed non-apology saying he's sorry we were upset or that we misunderstood his innocent little prank. His pin doll will remain fully accoutered until he does. But don't hold your breath waiting.