Say, that's a super website! "Strength" worshipping is in no way fascistic! Not even remotely! I've always liked the motto "strength through joy," myself.

I'm sure someday you all will be proven just as right as, say, James Burnham.

Yeah whatever. You gay and feminist liberals trying to destroy our country should support our troups like the rest of america. You better get your loyalty straight cause those saddamites and taliban Hate America and hate you gays and feminazis more than anybody too.

'strength through joy' is one reason why the Tibet monks are being slaughtered by the Islamists.

'strength through joy' is one reason why the Iraqi people suffered under extreme brutality while France, Russia and others at the Great United Nations profited from Saddam's oil-for-food voucher kickback scam.

'strength through joy' is one reason why 800,000 Rwandans were massacred while the Great United Nations stood by and meditated in Joy.

'strength through joy' kills people.

How does it feel to be so joyful?

Well, we could start with the fact that most women, homosexuals, and artists in America have never sided with either Saddam or the Taliban. They may not vote Republican, but that's hardly an automatic indication of liking Tali or Saddamists. Kerry promised to keep troops in Iraq and Afghanistan, after all, and Obama actually increased them in Afghanistan even while following a Bush-established timetable for the withdrawal from Iraq.

So I guess what we'd like to know is this; why are women, homosexuals and artists, to name only them, constantly accused by people like Bill Whittle of having opinions they do not have, or holding loyalties they do not hold? Why is it I can't open a right wing blog or website anywhere on the Internet without finding someone like him blathering into the wind against straw men that exist only in his own imagination?

We'd really like an answer, if he can spare the time. And given the amount of time he's wasted spewing this kind of shit in the last seven or eight years, I suspect he can.

A: the date is 2004.
B: Ask him yourself.