Monday, 31 December 2007
Total victory is all you need. Love comes easily to the the worthy victor.
It’s a lark, innit? I mean the old end of the year thing… Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about? Er, nope. Try telling that to a couple of colliding and collapsing planets and grinding tectonic plates. Hung up? Yep, it's a drag. But then, hanging can focus the mind wonderfully. Everything is real enough for us.
"In Summer we shiver, in Winter we sweat". Chinese proverb.
It’s that sudden grab at the heart and soul that happens on the entirely random compromise that is the artificial end of a year. Colliding hearts and collapsing souls. Absolutely everything is important except for most of it, and that’s not always true, except right now. And all the people and events that have passed and floated by and caught in the spirit and punch that is you. And you can leave some folks and a lot of it behind if it’s time and if it's right.
You know there’s a trace somewhere and somehow, or it’s all gone, and that’s the way it is. There’s a Cuban saying that a man is nothing without a family. So it is and sometimes a family diminishes. I have an unshakeable core and so do you, that's endlessly reinforced by reality and dreams. Reality being just like a punch to the head, or a blue note and my five year old son, and everything is happening all at once and right now, always. Dreams are like fruit that can be picked and eaten hungrily in a big piece or left to rot.
Just like Bruce Lee and Brandon Lee, I believe in sleeping and eating. I like waking up in a Judeo Christian Capitalist Democracy. My feeble and simple advice is to first master the ordinary. All else comes from this.
If I do my research, I’m right every time, and then I can move onto something sublime and be more than simply correct, which is limited and in error. My further advice, for what it's worth, is I listen to you and learn, my online friends and compatriots.
The Beatles are on TV in spectacular colour and the remixed ‘Love’ album. And never was the whole so triumphantly superior to the sum of its already wonderful parts. Yet, I have no sentimentality as I equate nostalgia with claustrophobia. Curiously, I find many traditions and heritage freeing and propelling into the future via a dynamic present.
I love my strange, smart and beautiful Japanese wife and my wild child son full of energy, love, thoughts and warmth. And 2008 they say, will be different to 2007, for maybe no reason at all, except that we run out of time.
Time is the fire in which we burn.
To all the beautiful and thoughtful human beings who have read my shabby blog, who have put my writings up on their sites, I salute you, I do. You don’t realise how much such connection has meant to me and how very much it’s helped to develop my skills and connect neurons in stronger ways, such as they are. I thank God for the Internet, Destroyer of MSM Worlds.
I’ve just seen the first ten minutes of 30 Rock. Who would have thought? Any comedy at all finally making fun of the current Himalaya's of Left bilge, eh. I mean publicly and mainstream... Still, it’s a laugh innit?
“Are you going out for New Year?”
“Er, no. We’re getting it home delivered and we get a discount”.
And when I’m connected and gym energised, with an idea and determination, I can feel everyone, all of you out there in the world, even if I’m alone, or surrounded by a party scene, I do, I know you.
I’m not sure why I like this tune. It’s great to shout a la Jimmy Barnes. It’s the weight of the words really and that they seem to convey a catharsis and an urgency. It’s weird and cool anyway.
Shamans Blues. The Doors.
There will never be another one like you.
There will never be another one who can
Do the things you do, oh. Will you give another chance?
Will you try, little try?
Please stop and you remember.
We were together, anyway, all right.
And if you have a certain evenin', you could lend to me.
I'd give it all right back to you, a how it has to be with you.
I know your moves and your mind.
And your mind. And your mind. And your mind. And your mind.
And your mind. And your mind.
Will you stop and think and wonder? Just what you'll see.
Out on the train yard, nursin' penitentiary.
It's gone, I cry out long. Go head, brother.
Did you stop it to consider?
How it will feel, cold, grinded grizzly bear jaws, hot on your heels.
Do you often stop and whisper? It's Saturday's shore.
The whole world's a savior.
Who could ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever,
ask for more?
Do you remember? Will you stop? Will you stop? The pain.
And there will never be another one like you.
There will never be another one who can,
do the things you do, oh
Will you give another chance? Will you try, little try?
Please stop and you remember.
We were together, anyway, all right,
How you must of think and wondered.
How I must feel.
Out on the meadows while you run the field .
I'm alone for you and I cry.
The sweat, look at it. Optical promise
Heh, heh, heh. You'll be dead and in hell before I'm born.
Sure thing. Brides maid.
The only solution. Isn't it amazing?
What’s it all about, Jim? None of it is about being amorphous, a newt, a vacuum and a nullity. This is the opposite of flexibility and a solid core. It’s about the here and now, a sense of humour, technology and getting laid. It’s about what you and I see in the mirror right now. And damn right you’re somebody. The Western Canon protects us all and has the power to bring the light of God into an indifferent natural world and deliver total victory of the personal and worldwide kind.
Zira: “What will he find out there, Doctor?”
Dr. Zaius: “His destiny”.
Now here’s maybe the greatest piece of lyric ever, and this is all there is. Eight lines. And it still rises out of a fifty year old often swamp of cheese.
Moon River by Henry Mancini.
Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end, waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me.
I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and have a very Happy New Year. Colonel Robert Neville.
Saturday, 29 December 2007
"Why the Hell can't you leave me alone with a nice cuppa?" Chuck Heston.
“…tea is one of the main stays of civilization in this country, as well as in Eire, Australia and New Zealand…” George Orwell. The Evening Standard for January 12, 1946.
AC/DC, the great Australian rock band, actually prefers and longs for, a nice cup of tea back stage. It’s true. They’re not boozers, but perhaps surprisingly typical Australians of Scottish immigrant background teetotallers.
“Hey, man I heard there was some really hot tea brewin’! Hey, there is? Aah, Ceylon Gold leaf”. A lost beatnik.
I once saw Angus Young patiently signing for fans outside the entrance of the Como Hotel in South Yarra. He’s not a very big guy, in fact he’s not much bigger than a Gibson SG, but he sure sounds larger than life. He was very unassuming and with that casual thing we sardonic and swingin’ Aussies have. It’s as Eric Bana explained, that trait of being generally unimpressed by things that are touted as such.
There’s a cultural analysis a mile wide in the history of AC/DC and the reactions of the fashionable inner urbanites to them. There was always the classic dismissal as a mere yob band, by those who are incapable of expressing anything straight forwardly fun, virile and memorable in any medium, especially using say a few simple chords, linked with killer riffs, authentic attitude and a furious intent.
Now Accadacca are more often used as a post ironic motif on groovy inner city labels, relentlessly mining the past for ideas that they could never pull out of their arse. And if you go to an AC/DC concert, every kind of person is there and it’s all such a genuine thrill.
Without a cup of tea I don’t think I could have gone on. It’s the very unflustered ritual and concentrated civilised focus of it all. And I really like the taste, though I don’t know what kind of taste it is really.
The British Empire, one of my favourite Empires, was founded on drinking cups of tea.
And everywhere the British went, they left the Rule of Law and Codes of Practice, complete trade, business and commerce infrastructures, transport, a professional civil service, rights and responsibilities, literature, culture, music and the arts, plus a nice crushing of local voodoo, like bride burning for instance and well, the list is endless, chums. Yep, human scale flaws, hypocrisy and snobbery too. Snobbery is sometimes like the fleas on a dog; it keeps things stimulated and jumping.
And as for the real world vice of the hypocrite, only people like Hitler and Islamists who state their hideous intent and then act upon them fully are usually lacking or without hypocrisy. But then, the current dominant fashion of reducto ad absurdum, is to give absolutely no credit to the awesome achievements of the British Empire at all. And to all that are so inclined, I’ll try not to yawn endlessly as they drivel and drone. One doesn’t like to be rude, especially to frauds, half wits and the afflicted. It just wouldn’t do, old boy.
And in the end, the English gave it all up in virtual historically unique peaceful transitions, whatever bog standard anti-colonial hyperbole one may be prone too.
Colonel Neville: “Hey, Aunty. What do you think of Red China?”
Aunty MacNeville: “Och, not with the blue table cloth!”
Now look at any place that kept their British forms and those that progressively junked them. The difference is between functioning economies with civil governments, and the kind of places that are merely variations on the standard gangster and Despot Madhouse of Despair Fiefdoms, and invariably funded with some kind of international aid.
As P.J O’Rourke has said, it is precisely these two fundamental things that is the difference between places that suck, and those that don’t.
But back to tea. Many a late night, with a cool breeze blowin’ in an open window, I have stood at the sink practicing scales on a strat, sat writing, laid in bed reading, listening to a radio magazine, or just in the bath just a thinkin’ you know, thangs… but a loyal cup of tea was always by my side.
Though the cold wind blows outside, there is only warmth here.
Though the day was harsh, here, there is only sweetness.
They say one can choose to be content;
Well, sometimes there is no other choice.
A cup of tea, books, paper and a pen, for me, this is the most perfect moment. Michael David Jay.
To be prepared I needed a note pad and pen, a stack of books, ten packets of guitar strings, and some cash, either in large bills or of the Johnny Cash kind. And get your hands away from my tea, creep.
“When I was just a baby, my Momma told me, Son,
always be a good boy, don't mess around with guns.
I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry”.
Yes, so I always keep a trench shovel handy too. You never know when you may have to dig a trench in a darkened room and after all, the desert is a lonely place. That’s why I always live several floors up. I don’t like surprises at 3: AM.
And I owe my survival, creativity and the strength of my own integrity and autonomy to tea. That drink of Kings and common men, guitar players and of my Father. The only and I do mean the only thing he ever drank, ever, was tea. He said he never drank water because there was no tea in it.
“Aye, a cuppa char, lad?”
The wife bein’ Japanese an’ all, she knows a thing or two about the ceremony of tea and so on. And the convoluted tea shenanigans of the Japanese are pretty integral to the wacky Japanese Imperialist story. The trouble is, nobody could really use a whole lotta Japanese culture and institutions that much but the Japanese. Not even Japanese enjoy it all; they just do it extremely well.
The Nippon idea of tea is too inflexibly utilitarian to formal, stylised and well, Japanese and therefore, either entirely functional or a tedious and humourless museum piece ritualised bore. And all that suicide pilot and salary men jumping outta high rise windows stuff turns anybody off.
Who does the interminable and joyless tea ceremony pastiche today? Only tourist spots, Diplomats, Grandmas, Geisha's and weirdo Western oriental obsessive’s. The Japanese don’t really like to talk during a meal or such and there’s a crucial difference, the English do.
“Ere Pete, I saw your Doris wearing a rubber dinghy on her head down the Main Street. I thought ‘ere, it’s not Wednesday is it?” Derek and Clive.
Yes, a cup of real tea late in the quiet of the night can concentrate the mind on the present, define the past and project the soul into the future. I wonder, wonder I do, if tea and what it means can still do it. Help give us the clarity, strength and rational thinking skills to deliver an epiphany of insight into a total victory over what we face now. Here's to a tea cup in a coming storm, sports.
Sources for Orwell quote and tea poem:
Friday, 28 December 2007
Sadly, by the time Mrs McGillicuddy arrived at Sunny Vale, she was completely insane and totally raving. "You will obey me!" she'd scream at her carers, as they changed her matching tailored outfits and sheets sometimes up to a dozen times a day.
Old people are often just plain nuts. Mrs McGillicuddy kept on imploring me, “Won’t you please tell me?!” Er, tell you what exactly?
“Oh, won’t you please just tell me?!” And? Well, that was the whole spooky thing as far as she was concerned. And she continued. “This hospital is just like my shop!” And what kind of shop did you have there, kid?
“I don’t know, but this place is just like it!” Mrs McGillicuddy had seen me a few times over a grand total of a few weeks and she told me rather eerily, “After all these years, you haven’t changed...”
And indeed I haven’t. Not with my Time Machine which gives me total power over the space time continuum. Yep, I still wear the same feeble paper party hat I had when I was 12. It’s a kind of sparkly green cone shaped affair with a jaunty orange chicken feather. I’m known for it in fact.
“There goes Colonel Neville wearing his trademark festive headwear!” they say in admiration.
And that’s the thing, you can’t control your environment, and how life is bound to end badly. It’s just hard to get inspired by drip feeds and heavily darned cardigans patterned with soup stains. When my own Mother became very ill, after a long period of mysterious poisoning, the most important thing for her personally, was to remain useful, to feel wanted and important.
Sadly, she was none of those things, so I found her suitable employ as a test pilot. And people have called me heartless! How many sons get their elderly Mother's a job with great new career opportunities?
She seemed to enjoy it and really rallied around. Sometimes Mummy would be so excited when I was strapping her into the latest version of the TX9000 High Altitude Death Cruiser, that I’d have to open her a fresh bottle of Whiskey and give her an injection.
The powerful G forces really worked a miracle on her humped back and when she’d return from a test flight, usually by parachute, she’d be so straightened and flattened out, that I often sent her home via post in a plain yellow envelope. Mother always enjoyed that and would tell me how she passed time on the trip, bursting the plastic bubbles and while just waitin’ around in the Post Office box, that I rented and furnished for her.
Are old people boring? Not if you don’t listen to a word they say and keep them in the attic. It’s horrible really what may become of us all, focused for hours on end over a single bread crumb in the centre of a vast sea of creepy carpet, while covered in saliva and oatmeal, and that's on formal occasions.
My Mother was obsessed with making endless frozen meals at an ever decreasing cost per unit and storing them in vast piles in deep freezers.
Mother: “Look! These 400 chipped beef dinners work out at less than 15c a meal! They’re ripping you off at a restaurant. I can feed your Father and I for a whole year for only fifty-two dollars. I could have supplied Ice Station Zebra for over three years for less than the cost of a budget priced Chihuahua!”
Always with the Ice Station Zebra. Yes, and why waste a good Chihuahua?
Old people are funny. Er, no, actually they’re not, not at all. Not while you’re still in the same room with them. Generally, they’re depressing and extraordinarily dull and boring. Hey, Dull and Boring, who’ll ever forget them? They’re paranoid, uninterested in anything later than four decades ago and for some unfathomable reason they often dig synthetic materials over natural, especially in furniture, teeth and hair.
And man, what’s a doily for anyway? Claustrophobia as an interior decorating statement? And if you ever move one of those embroidered spider webs even a fraction, you’ll be, oh so severely, admonished! Or when they're out of the room, try getting rid of a doily...
Why? Because doilies look creepy, super daggy, claustrophobic, pointless, crispy and yellowed with stains and dust and creepy and fussy and creepy and so curiously 19th Century. Hey, only a two hundred year old genteel knick knack accessory? It's the latest thing!
Every senior citizen in a wig or toupee looks like they borrowed it from a window store mannequin, or the wardrobe department for Lancelot Link. Always with the same follicles akimbo and head mat on an angle, riding high and hovering styling, like a powerfull wind slammed a door very hard. It’s the Jerry Lewis Kabuki fright wig Range. And why not. It's a freak country.
Also, old people don’t really like art, music or good food much. Not really. Especially art that looks like digested food and music with any kind of beat, including the more daring and contemporary forms of Polka. All their art looks so much like something that it looks like nothing and you know what it is because you’ve seen it so many times on a cookie tin.
The only attractive thing about old folks, apart from their permanent chocolate biscuit collection, is that they’re not teenagers, because old people are actually identical to five-year olds, except for the bed wetting. Sadly, old people never grow out of it.
And teenagers are so easily offended. I said to a teen, “What are you going to be when you’re no longer an embarrassing, confused and irritating pain in the ass?” And they took offence at that!
There are certain inappropriate words and phrases you should never use with a teen. Like “Do this…” “Clean this.”, “Listen to me.”, “Wait a little.”, “Consider others sometimes.” ,“Think carefully.”, “Be yourself.”, “Think of the future.”, “I know what I’m talking about.”, “I have no money.” and the worst one of all is, “Hey, I really like that too!”
My Mother once said to me that Neil Diamond was not a has-been if he was good in the past. And imagine if you’re barely excitingly average to begin with? Ah, the Golden Years. But that’s incontinence for ya. I’m just glad there’s nothing that's an embarrassing drag or unpleasant about middle-aged people.
Thursday, 27 December 2007
Hitler and friends celebrate Adolf waking up with a happy and kind thought for the world. "I vant to kill everybody! Including all of you! Germany doesn't deserve to live!" chuckled the Fuhrer, as the breakfast nook at Gestapo Headquarters erupted into riotous laughter.
'Smart, friendly and funny, you have to wonder if anything ever upsets Will Smith's good nature.
"Well, if I understand the problem then I don't get annoyed", he explained. "People driving past in the car and giving me the finger annoys my wife but it's because they think you did something to them. They think you're driving too slow and keeping them from getting to their daughter's birthday party, or you cut them off and didn't see".
Remarkably, Will believes everyone is basically good.
"Even Hitler didn't wake up going, 'let me do the most evil thing I can do today", said Will. "I think he woke up in the morning and using a twisted, backwards logic, he set out to do what he thought was 'good'. Stuff like that just needs reprogramming.
I wake up every day full of hope, positive that every day is going to be better than yesterday. And I'm looking to infect people with my positivity. I think I can start an epidemic. As a teenager, I was too focused on sex to think about any other vices. I still am"
I Am Legend is out now.
From Dailyrecord.com.uk, December 22 2007 by Siobhan Synnot.
Will Smith, casual Hitler analyst. I like Will Smith and if every hideous, stupid, repulsive, embarrassing, repellent and very wrong thing many other celebrities and stars ever said on record was noticed and spun around the world, the news services would grind to a halt. Yep, Hitler is one of the few non Democratic swine you can’t praise as a celebrity. Will should have stuck to Chavez, Che the child killer, Castro, Irans Monkey King, Mao, Ho Chi Minh or even Stalin. Then it’d all be just a bit of a laugh really.
He said he didn’t mean how it was taken. Er, how was it supposed to be taken exactly beyond hey, that's a bit odd? But hey, he does think Hitler is a poo poo face anyway, which is a lot better than most stars who relentlessly applaud some of the worlds biggest killers and most rotten regimes. I guess the problem is that whatever stars say can be so extremely amplified, unlike the words of say a lesser being like er, me.
But it was a weird thing to say, wasn’t it, eh? Smith is obviously worldly and not a fool.
After reading the actual interview in which Will talks briefly about Hitler’s mindset and motives, at least according to how Smith sees ‘em, I thought how reflective this little bit of thinking is. I mean, it’s doesn’t seem based on any real and easily available research. Maybe Will should add a nice little section in his bookcase on the Fuhrer of Nuts, and read it.
Look, Will wasn’t saying he thought Hitler was a good person. What he said reminds me how many simply cannot comprehend or have not really tried to understand, what drives such evil and what it means to those who are the victims. Many have an inability to discern, grasp and face historical reality or the idea of what a real threat is.
Hey, I’m not always crazy about reality myself, especially the vacuuming, but the old let’s be positive thing, can merely end in irrational denial of anything too unpleasant.
In the interview, Will talks a lot about being positive and about his achievements, and he has done a damn lot. Especially when compared to my meagre efforts. But then the guy who collects tin cans compares pretty well to my long list of fiasco and non-starters. Hey, they’re all ‘learning experiences!’ Er, right.
And Will was pretty humble this time, not saying he was a God or anything. That’s his PR agent’s job.
Man. I loved him in ‘The Pursuit of Happyness’ and I’m looking forward to seeing him in ‘I am Legend’, being Colonel Robert Neville, an’ all. He’s a great entertainer and I like his ‘Switch’ song. It was very fresh, authentic and sexy because of it. And he's a positive and energetic guy. Maybe that’s why he said it, stupid sod. It was a small bit in one of thousands of interviews, and in a way, why pay attention to celebrities anyway?
He’s not actually done anything terrible, and that’s an important point, to have such focus on a few paragraphs, however naff, as opposed to a million terrible realities by actions. Celebs will babble on and it's appropriate to challenge them, but they hardly ever are, really, eh?
There's an old Peter Cook and Dudley Moore piece where Pete says "did you see that thing on Hitler on the telly last night? Hitler only had one flaw...he was horrible".
Pete goes on to talk about the power of the media, saying how after he had watched the documentary, he went across the park to the shops to buy a packet of cigarettes, and before he realised what he'd done, "I'd murdered 15 million people. Which just goes to show the power of television".
A common way of seeing the world today it, is to be completely ignorant and wrong about whole areas of history and be utterly predictable in your views on anything current. What should be basic concepts can seem to be beyond many people. You can say the most outrageous things and act upon them, just make sure it's the currently accepted bunk.
Thus folks state clearly that they trust any of our declared enemies over our elected representatives… I mean, any of them! Thus a Totalitarian psychopath child killer like Che Guevara, or an Islamist freak like Iran's nuclear Chimp Leader is always and automatically more valid and reliable than any Democratic leader, merely because such monstrous contrary illogic supports a current and default posture. Odd, innit? So many lack any judgement worth a damn at all.
But not if you look at it as extreme, narcissistic wishful thinking and naiveté, pushed through the prism of Left mental illness. Evan Sayet has said that the Left Liberal always sides with evil over good, and what ultimately leads to failure over success.
It’s this total inability to recognise anything, to see thing as they empirically are, to tell good from bad and to be able to discriminate at all. Sometimes, evidence of rational thought in the public, can seem as an evaporating and fast disappearing lake of reason.
Will's perhaps limited ways of expressing serious issues are much like many ordinary people, politicians, Hollywood, the entertainment industry and celebrities in general etc. Many folks just 'feel' things and think this is close enough to reality. Er, no.
Celebrities nearly all love the same corn politics almost to a person. It’s all just emotional posturing, the narcissism of immature, irresponsible, extremely rich and relentlessly unresearched stars, living scoop dee doo in a highly privileged and abstract stratosphere.
Now while Will is an otherwise nice guy and family man who is kind, thoughtful and goes to extraordinary lengths for his many fans and the people who hire him, he is perhaps a little um, out of his depth on the mentality of 20th Century Dictators and tyrants. He is an actor after all. Many actors believe that the often mediocre Logical Fallacy's they routinely spout are of value, because it sure feels intense and pretty urgently of import to them. Maybe it’s the drugs?
When in fact beyond raw material for satire, their words of wisdom and non-insight are often daft, profoundly worthless and curiously juvenile opinions.
Will’s views on old Adolf and his modus operandi are sadly misplaced and way off the mark, as in light years, but a lot of celebrities are clueless, useless and far more ignorant, so he shouldn’t feel too bad and probably won’t too much. Yep, a little of your standard absurd ‘Movie Star’ reverie really.
Hitler was completely driven by his hatred of really all human beings and life in general. He had no errors of judgement that were allegedly “for the good” at all. There are no “errors” in the monstrous historical facts of Nazism, Communism and Socialism etc. If it’s awful in every way, then it’s entirely authentic. I hate to tell ya, Will, but um, Hitler was a Nazi and as such, completely believed, thought and acted like one. Zero shades of grey there, old boy.
Hitler only liked sterile and dead things. He was a Totalitarian sadist and deeply neurotic bore. Sure, he had his bad side too. Every day Hitler did indeed “wake up” with only his decade’s long evil plans of mass death and control on his mind. That’s what people like Adolf do. Nazism was based just like Communism, on murder, lies, conformity, envy, spite and madness. At the core of Nazism was not order, but absolute swirling chaos.
Now, if you read Will Smiths interview, it’s a good one if soft, but that’s showbiz and he makes a good impression, except for the pointless Hitler tangent. Maybe it’s just hard to come up with something to say after interview number 1,845. But you know, how many people do you meet who know much on what used to be thought of as pivotal figures, events and concepts? And good luck findin’ ‘em in Tinsel Town.
Nuance, subtlety, perspective, proportion, harsh facts, rational thought, depth of research and a mature, objective attitude to a subject are essentials for any true and worthwhile understanding on a serious topic. You need none of these to be an actor or any kind of celebrity. The average celebrity 'interview' is mostly entirely predictable and can be done by numbers and usually is. Sadly, those numbers can more often than not, add up to precisely zero.
Source for interview: http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/entertainment/celebrity-interviews/2007/12/22/will-smith-my-work-ethic-will-make-me-a-legend-86908-20262460/
Monday, 24 December 2007
Gore Undergoes Water Boarding To Prove Torture Allegations. Al Confesses “Yes! I’m an obscenely rich, overweight lying phony and I’m boring!”
Al Gore’s many fans watching the premiere screening of his documentary “A Very Convenient Political Career Saver, an Enormous Money Spinner plus Completely Undeserved Credibility and Kudos”.
“Faith may be defined briefly as an illogical belief in the occurrence of the improbable”. HL Mencken.
Al Gore drivels about rising sea$ while he buys a $4 million dollar beach-front penthouse or two, but oh, this is just too damn good. Now numbers of people having an opinion about anything are meaningless in themselves, 400 major scientists, including defectors from the current Club of Rome Version 11, AKA the IPCC, have now put out a profoundly evidence-based Senate Report debunking the global mass hysteria, orthodoxy, phony baloney and giant taxpayer funded gravy train that is er, The Global Warming Express. It’s an absolute delight of Glaobal Cooling Warming Climate Change Clean Energy etc ‘Fisking'. And about damn time. Now see how little if any, MSM exposure it gets.
“There are two kinds of light; the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures”. James Thurber.
Al Gore is not an accidental fraud; he’s a deliberate fraud and a natural incompetent, just like Paul Erlich with his preposterous book of 1968, “The Population Bomb”, which in turn, was just like the book “Silent Spring”, the disgusting bunk book and utterly discredited, deeply flawed rip off, that led to the total banning of DDT, that has since resulted in the deaths of millions from resurgent malaria.
Gore’s Big Lies if implemented, will result in the prolonged misery and deaths of millions as activist’s slow, stop and even reverse development in the Third and Developing Worlds. See ‘Eco Imperialism’. Time magazine, the now largely worthless waiting room filler, publishes unchallenged and journalistic standards free hagiography’s to Gore, Suzuki et al. Why? Ask Pink Floyd. “They call it riding the Gravy Train”.
There is no such thing as Global Warming. It’s not true. ALL Left, Liberal and Radical ideas are discredited if you wait long enough. Just don’t expect an apology, a retraction or a refund. The eagerly deluded fools, conformists, ideologues, gravy train ticket holders and modernity haters who follow Gore, make me think of the mutants in Planet of the Apes.“Oh my God! They’re worshiping a bomb!” Or in Al Gores case, worshiping a bum.
“May the Heavens declare the Glory of the Bomb and the firmament showeth his handy work. He decendeth from the outermost Heaven and there is nothing there hidden from the heat thereof.
There is neither speech nor language, yet his voice is heard among them. Glory be to the Bomb and the Holy fallout, as it was in the beginning, is now and forever shall be and the world without end. Amen.
Oh Almighty and Everlasting Bomb, that came down among us to make Heaven on the Earth and lighten our darkness. Oh instrument of God, grant us thy peace. I reveal my innermost self to the Sacred Bomb and the Holy Fallout”. Mutant Preacher in Beneath The Planet Of The Apes.Yep, keep worshipin' away at Al’s cobalt tipped head as it sets fire not to the atmosphere, but to billions of tax-dollars, kids. Al's completely stage-managed jet-setting fraud is all so outrageously out there with its incredible lack of quality control, that nothing Gore has said stands up to any serious scrutiny. Nothing. Like the venal manipulator and grotesquely obese conman Michael Moore, there is nothing they would not say or do, no damage too great to not make masses of money and to up their hideous profiles. People who follow Gore without checking his political history of rank opportunism are either lazy, slaves, thick, dopey or just want to follow someone, anything to avoid looking at real and empirical problems. Or, my God! They actually believe it! They're left liberals. They are worshiping a bomb!
Activist rabble merely rent-seek wholly undeserved legitimacy clinging desperately and hysterically to a new and totally bogus cause. Freaks after the usual gee, cash, power, opportunity and status etc. Hey, let’s all focus on Global Cooling Warming Climate Change, if the current name-change lasts long enough to focus. Beyond token, self-$erving to useless and pointless behavior, deep down or shallow down, they don’t really believe it, but it’s something they can all conform to and hey, it’s easier to deal with than something that can't be ignored, like something relentless such as the Islamic Apocalypse.
Yeah, using cotton bags is apparently better than plastic bags. Er, no. Cotton is much more expensive to produce and takes far more of a toll on resources and the old environment. Plastic bags are relatively cheap to make and have less environmental impact, especially if disposed of in landfill. And there is no shortage of places to make holes in the ground, just a surplus of activists who stop the digging of said holes. Try using green cotton bags instead of plastic in a hospital...
It’s recycling that uses resources inefficiently and is mostly a taxpayer subsidized fraud. It mostly makes people feel good. Why don’t you see many drink cans laying around? Because they’re worth money. Why does the government have to spend your money telling you and forcing everyone to recycle? Because it’s mostly an inefficient use of resources and a mostly worthless activity. Look up an excellent Penn and Teller piece on YouTube under 'Recycling', or go to their website. Hey, just for laughs, Google 'Al Gore is a fraud' and then dig the vast amount of factual sewage that bursts forth on King Rat Gore. Hey, Al used to be a good looking guy. What the Hell happened? 'The Picture of Dorian Grey? Except the good looker is in the attic and the sins are walking around.
Gore has his vast vortex of a house sucking in twenty times the average person’s electricity consumption along with its heated pool. Then he get’s in his private Gulf Stream Jet, when there are 112 perfectly suitable First Class flights available to the same place, and after stretching his legs, get’s into his chauffeured Limousine, while checking his dividends from his stupid and massively successful carbon credits company.
The list is so long of Gore’s empty hypocrisy, I could type for days and not finish. It’s like Muslim's and Islam...they put out a shingle on Main Street, stating clearly what they think and then follow it up with correspondingly explosive action and the left go into hyper dhimmi denial apologia cum mental and moral gymnastics that should feature in the Ringling Brothers Circus Big Tent. Gore is supposed to be the smart guy. Gore actually failed at university, and in the very subjects he is now lecturing the world on. He was a mostly F, D and C student. Gore is very overweight and talks about control and restraint, and drivels about greed. Er, right. George Bush is apparently the moron, albeit an evil genius moron. Bush is just sometimes inarticulate like many people, perhaps how we nearly all are in public speaking, especially say when talking to a billion people and if like George Bush, one has mild dyslexia. No, he does. I thought the left were for 'empowering' those with disabilities? Become all you can be! Just not a conservative or a Republican or disagree with the left...on anything.
George has an IQ of 125 according to Harvard and Yale. He graduated from both with a fairly common C average. C average means a little more at these joints a' learnin' than at other brick piles. George is a fully qualified jet pilot and flies them. See Bill Whittle at ejectejecteject on this. He's also very fit. These are facts, not mere MSM generated impressions for a sleepwalking public.
Gore’s conman act and charade of enviro-saint is evil, because it’s a lie and with it, he damages the fabric of the body politic. He effects especially young peoples psyche’s over a mere phantom when George Bush could actually fly a Phantom jet. Al causes a loss of confidence and belief in our Western culture, achievements, freedoms and traditions, and this is a large part of what adds to depression among the young, as indeed most left ideology does. It's essentially morbid at core. Leftism is so naturally inward looking, and about scarcity and envy. Marxist critical theory indoctrinates people to hate their own society, culture, history, traditions, institutions and themselves and believe they are not worth defending, making folks think they live in hell, no matter how empirically free and prosperous they are. It's how radicals get civilizations to commit self-loathing suicide.
And when Gore ultimately fades away and is fully discredited along with the embarrassing hysteria of Global Warming, what kind of long, dark shadow will such a prolonged and deliberate betrayal of trust and high position cast? Al Gore, Michael Moore, MSM journalists sans almost any journalistic standards, academic ideologues, celebrities, the merely opportunistic and the mediocre politicians are all rotten to the core criminal fraudsters riding the group non-think of anti-human mass brainwashing that's at the core of ecofascism. It's a 'phenomena' much like the face of Jesus on a pizza but with millions seeing the face of Al and Suzuki and buying the lousy pizzas. Remember folks, it's your money.
You are being had, tricked to the tune of billions of dollars in actual money, in actual lost potential in absolutely misdirected time and resources. Conserving resources? Ain’t that what it’s supposed to be all about? Merely conserving is a ridiculous non-concept in itself. Wealth is not a single packet of cookies. To save resources, simply totally ignore and give no validity to people like Al Gore. Overnight you will save billions to trillions and the wealth creation it takes to generate these vast sums of mostly, your money.
“Everyone rises to their level of incompetence”. Laurence J. Peter.
Arise, Al Gore, you rotten, venal, criminal and stupid man.
Saturday, 22 December 2007
After Jimmy Carter, the worlds first Eunuch President, Americans wanted what counts in the end, a man with balls. They voted for Ronald Reagan, All American.
Ronald Reagan is invariably called a “B Grade actor” by people with B grade minds, who are perhaps incapable of conceiving of anything analytically fresh and startling, original or worthwhile.
Reagan started off where he could get paid acting work, like virtually all young actors. And eventually he just found other things he wanted to do more, such as er, politics I believe.
Reagan was one of the featured principles in ‘Kings Row’, nominated for best picture at the 1942 Academy Awards. It starred Anne Sheridan, Robert Cummings and Claude Raines. Claude was a main character in David Lean’s ‘Lawrence of Arabia’. Reagan was a featured principle in ‘Dark Victory’ with Bette Davis, Humphrey Bogart and Van Heflin. Ron was a featured lead alongside Errol Flynn and Olivia DeHavilland in 1940’s ‘Santa Fe Trail’, a popular if naff film of the time.
He also did a lot of of television work, including live to air, and co-starred opposite James Dean in the dramatic CBS production ‘The Dark Hours’. Jimmy is the young hood with a revolver, surprised by a country Doctor played by Ronnie.
Reagan was also the winner of a Golden Globe Award. “B grade actor", eh? Er, no. He was in B grade films, just like many major actors are today. It’s really the old Left Liberal ad hominem tactic No. 3/A. ‘Reduce and dismiss all opponents by repeating outrageous lies and distortions enough’. 3/B is ‘Never give credit where credit is due’.
"Total victory may forgive a vice but absolute defeat cancels all virtues". Colonel Robert Neville.
Curiously, the Left relentlessly applies the reverse of this dictum. Here’s an interesting fact. Reagan was a bronzed, very fit athlete, football star and beach lifesaver. As a lifesaver, he personally rescued over seventy people from drowning. That means that even as a young man, Ronald Reagan had already saved the lives of over seventy more people than Che the child killer Guevara, who only ever enjoyed totally controlling and murdering as many people as he could.
Near the end of ‘Kings Row’, a pretty cool if somewhat of a 'Tennesee Williams via Peyton Place' kinda plot and synopsis, there’s the following dialogue and scene.
Drake: "What's this all about, kid?"
Parris: "My grandmother used to say, some people grow up and some people just grow older. I guess it's time we found out about us, you and me, whether I'm a doctor, whether you're a man. You know the kind of man I mean, Drake. There's a piece of poetry, Invictus. I don't think I remember all the words".
'Out of the night that covers me,black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods may be for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance, my head is bloody, but unbowed.
Right on. I just love the following speech, ‘Rendezvous with Destiny’. I’ve changed almost nothing but a few grammatical points for ease of reading. While it may seem a little long, it’s all so incredibly, even bizarrely relevant and prescient to today. Forty-five years later, the only things that seem to have changed are the names of the characters, but not the plot. Oh yeah, it’s also much worse now.
Yep, Ronnie had his flaws, but usually not the ones repeated ad nauseum by his detractors. Still, Reagan’s freeing of almost a billion Europeans from 44 years of Soviet Communism wasn’t a bad achievement for the Gipper, was it?
Now dig this. It’s a damn great speech, even the domestic policy details. But especially cathartic is the last section**, level with Mark Steyn in the 'Swingin' links' list. This part has an almost magical momentum, speed and urgency. After all, we are still free men and women, but as Dylan said, “the hour, it is getting late”.
Address on behalf of Senator Barry Goldwater. October 27, 1964.
Rendezvous with Destiny.
This speech is a verbatim transcript of "The Speech" given as a portion of a pre-recorded, nationwide televised program sponsored by Goldwater-Miller on behalf of Barry Goldwater, Republican candidate for the presidency whom Ronald Reagan actively supported. (4,626 words.)
Thank you very much. Thank you and good evening. The sponsor has been identified, but unlike most television programs, the performer hasn't been provided with a script. As a matter of fact, I have been permitted to choose my own ideas regarding the choice that we face in the next few weeks.
I have spent most of my life as a Democrat. I recently have seen fit to follow another course. I believe that the issues confronting us cross party lines. Now, one side in this campaign has been telling us that the issues of this election are the maintenance of peace and prosperity. The line has been used "We've never had it so good."
But I have an uncomfortable feeling that this prosperity isn't something on which we can base our hopes for the future. No nation in history has ever survived a tax burden that reached a third of its national income.
Today, 37 cents of every dollar earned in this country is the tax collector's share, and yet our government continues to spend $17 million a day more than the government takes in. We haven't balanced our budget 28 out of the last 34 years. We have raised our debt limit three times in the last twelve months, and now our national debt is one and a half times bigger than all the combined debts of all the nations in the world. We have $15 billion in gold in our treasury--we don't own an ounce. Foreign dollar claims are $27.3 billion, and we have just had announced that the dollar of 1939 will now purchase 45 cents in its total value.
As for the peace that we would preserve, I wonder who among us would like to approach the wife or mother whose husband or son has died in South Vietnam and ask them if they think this is a peace that should be maintained indefinitely. Do they mean peace, or do they mean we just want to be left in peace?
There can be no real peace while one American is dying some place in the world for the rest of us. We are at war with the most dangerous enemy that has ever faced mankind in his long climb from the swamp to the stars, and it has been said if we lose that war, and in doing so lose this way of freedom of ours, history will record with the greatest astonishment that those who had the most to lose did the least to prevent its happening.
Well, I think it's time we ask ourselves if we still know the freedoms that were intended for us by the Founding Fathers.
Not too long ago two friends of mine were talking to a Cuban refugee, a businessman who had escaped from Castro, and in the midst of his story one of my friends turned to the other and said, "We don't know how lucky we are." And the Cuban stopped and said, "How lucky you are! I had someplace to escape to."
In that sentence he told us the entire story. If we lose freedom here, there is no place to escape to. This is the last stand on Earth. And this idea that government is beholden to the people, that it has no other source of power except to sovereign people, is still the newest and most unique idea in all the long history of man's relation to man. This is the issue of this election. Whether we believe in our capacity for self-government or whether we abandon the American Revolution and confess that little intellectual elite in a far-distant capital can plan our lives for us better than we can plan them ourselves.
You and I are told increasingly that we have to choose between a left or right, but I would like to suggest that there is no such thing as a left or right. There is only an up or down--up to a man's age-old dream, the ultimate in individual freedom consistent with law and order--or down to the ant heap totalitarianism, and regardless of their sincerity, their humanitarian motives, those who would trade our freedom for security have embarked on this downward course.
In this vote-harvesting time, they use terms like the "Great Society," or as we were told a few days ago by the President, we must accept a "greater government activity in the affairs of the people." But they have been a little more explicit in the past and among themselves--and all of the things that I now will quote have appeared in print. These are not Republican accusations.
For example, they have voices that say "the cold war will end through acceptance of a not undemocratic socialism." Another voice says that the profit motive has become outmoded, it must be replaced by the incentives of the welfare state; or our traditional system of individual freedom is incapable of solving the complex problems of the 20th century.
Senator Fulbright has said at Stanford University that the Constitution is outmoded. He referred to the president as our moral teacher and our leader, and he said he is hobbled in his task by the restrictions in power imposed on him by this antiquated document. He must be freed so that he can do for us what he knows is best.
And Senator Clark of Pennsylvania, another articulate spokesman, defines liberalism as "meeting the material needs of the masses through the full power of centralized government." Well, I for one resent it when a representative of the people refers to you and me,the free man and woman of this country,as "the masses." This is a term we haven't applied to ourselves in America.
But beyond that, "the full power of centralized government"--this was the very thing the Founding Fathers sought to minimize. They knew that governments don't control things. A government can't control the economy without controlling people. And they know when a government sets out to do that; it must use force and coercion to achieve its purpose. They also knew, those Founding Fathers, that outside of its legitimate functions, government does nothing as well or as economically as the private sector of the economy.
Now, we have no better example of this than the government's involvement in the farm economy over the last 30 years. Since 1955, the cost of this program has nearly doubled. One-fourth of farming in America is responsible for 85% of the farm surplus. Three-fourths of farming is out on the free market and has known a 21% increase in the per capita consumption of all its produce. You see, that one-fourth of farming is regulated and controlled by the federal government. In the last three years we have spent $43 in feed grain program for every bushel of corn we don't grow.
Senator Humphrey last week charged that Barry Goldwater as President would seek to eliminate farmers. He should do his homework a little better, because he will find out that we have had a decline of 5 million in the farm population under these government programs. He will also find that the Democratic administration has sought to get from Congress an extension of the farm program to include those three-fourths that are now free.
He will find that they have also asked for the right to imprison farmers who wouldn't keep books as prescribed by the federal government. The Secretary of Agriculture asked for the right to seize farms through condemnation and resell them to other individuals. And contained in that same program was a provision that would have allowed the federal government to remove 2 million farmers from the soil.
At the same time, there has been an increase in the Department of Agriculture employees. There is now one for every 30 farms in the United States, and still they can't tell us how 66 shiploads of grain headed for Austria disappeared without a trace and Billie Sol Estes never left shore.
Every responsible farmer and farm organization has repeatedly asked the government to free the farm economy, but who are farmers to know what is best for them? The wheat farmers voted against a wheat program. The government passed it anyway. Now the price of bread goes up; the price of wheat to the farmer goes down.
Meanwhile, back in the city, under urban renewal the assault on freedom carries on. Private property rights are so diluted that public interest is almost anything that a few government planners decide it should be. In a program that takes for the needy and gives to the greedy, we see such spectacles as in Cleveland, Ohio, a million-and-a-half-dollar building completed only three years ago must be destroyed to make way for what government officials call a "more compatible use of the land".
The President tells us he is now going to start building public housing units in the thousands where heretofore we have only built them in the hundreds. But FHA and the Veterans Administration tell us that they have 120,000 housing units they've taken back through mortgage foreclosures. For three decades, we have sought to solve the problems of unemployment through government planning, and the more the plans fail, the more the planners plan. The latest is the Area Redevelopment Agency. They have just declared Rice County, Kansas, a depressed area. Rice County, Kansas, has two hundred oil wells, and the 14,000 people there have over $30 million on deposit in personal savings in their banks. When the government tells you you're depressed, lie down and be depressed.
We have so many people who can't see a fat man standing beside a thin one without coming to the conclusion that the fat man got that way by taking advantage of the thin one. So they are going to solve all the problems of human misery through government and government planning. Well, now, if government planning and welfare had the answer and they've had almost 30 years of it, shouldn't we expect government to almost read the score to us once in a while? Shouldn't they be telling us about the decline each year in the number of people needing help? The reduction in the need for public housing?
But the reverse is true. Each year the need grows greater, the program grows greater. We were told four years ago that 17 million people went to bed hungry each night. Well, that was probably true. They were all on a diet. But now we are told that 9.3 million families in this country are poverty-stricken on the basis of earning less than $3,000 a year. Welfare spending is 10 times greater than in the dark depths of the Depression. We are spending $45 billion on welfare. Now do a little arithmetic, and you will find that if we divided the $45 billion up equally among those 9 million poor families, we would be able to give each family $4,600 a year, and this added to their present income should eliminate poverty! Direct aid to the poor, however, is running only about $600 per family. It would seem that someplace there must be some overhead.
So now we declare "war on poverty," or "you, too, can be a Bobby Baker!" Now, do they honestly expect us to believe that if we add $1 billion to the $45 million we are spending...one more program to the 30-odd we have--and remember, this new program doesn't replace any, it just duplicates existing programs--do they believe that poverty is suddenly going to disappear by magic?
Well, in all fairness I should explain that there is one part of the new program that isn't duplicated. This is the youth feature. We are now going to solve the dropout problem, juvenile delinquency, by re-instituting something like the old CCC camps, and we are going to put our young people in camps, but again we do some arithmetic, and we find that we are going to spend each year just on room and board for each young person that we help $4,700 a year! We can send them to Harvard for $2,700! Don't get me wrong. I'm not suggesting that Harvard is the answer to juvenile delinquency.
But seriously, what are we doing to those we seek to help? Not too long ago, a judge called me here in Los Angeles. He told me of a young woman who had come before him for a divorce. She had six children, was pregnant with her seventh. Under his questioning, she revealed her husband was a labourer earning $250 a month. She wanted a divorce so that she could get an $80 raise. She is eligible for $330 a month in the Aid to Dependent Children Program. She got the idea from two women in her neighbourhood who had already done that very thing.
Yet anytime you and I question the schemes of the do-gooders, we are denounced as being against their humanitarian goals. They say we are always "against" things, never "for" anything.
Well, the trouble with our liberal friends is not that they are ignorant, but that they know so much that isn't so.
We are for a provision that destitution should not follow unemployment by reason of old age, and to that end we have accepted Social Security as a step toward meeting the problem.
But we are against those entrusted with this program when they practice deception regarding its fiscal shortcomings, when they charge that any criticism of the program means that we want to end payments to those who depend on them for livelihood. They have called it insurance to us in a hundred million pieces of literature. But then they appeared before the Supreme Court and they testified that it was a welfare program.
They only use the term "insurance" to sell it to the people. And they said Social Security dues are a tax for the general use of the government, and the government has used that tax. There is no fund, because Robert Byers, the actuarial head, appeared before a congressional committee and admitted that Social Security as of this moment is $298 billion in the hole. But he said there should be no cause for worry because as long as they have the power to tax, they could always take away from the people whatever they needed to bail them out of trouble! And they are doing just that.
A young man, 21 years of age, working at an average salary...his Social Security contribution would, in the open market, buy him an insurance policy that would guarantee $220 a month at age 65. The government promises $127. He could live it up until he is 31 and then take out a policy that would pay more than Social Security.
Now, are we so lacking in business sense that we can't put this program on a sound basis so that people who do require those payments will find that they can get them when they are due...that the cupboard isn't bare? Barry Goldwater thinks we can.
At the same time, can't we introduce voluntary features that would permit a citizen who can do better on his own to be excused upon presentation of evidence that he had made provisions for the non-earning years? Should we allow a widow with children to work, and not lose the benefits supposedly paid for by her deceased husband?
Shouldn't you and I be allowed to declare who our beneficiaries will be under these programs, which we cannot do? I think we are for telling our senior citizens that no one in this country should be denied medical care because of a lack of funds. But I think we are against forcing all citizens, regardless of need, into a compulsory government program, especially when we have such examples, as announced last week, when France admitted that their Medicare program was now bankrupt. They've come to the end of the road.
In addition, was Barry Goldwater so irresponsible when he suggested that our government give up its program of deliberate planned inflation so that when you do get your Social Security pension, a dollar will buy a dollar's worth, and not 45 cents' worth?
I think we are for an international organization, where the nations of the world can seek peace. But I think we are against subordinating American interests to an organization that has become so structurally unsound that today you can muster a two-thirds vote on the floor of the General Assembly among the nations that represent less than 10 percent of the world's population. I think we are against the hypocrisy of assailing our allies because here and there they cling to a colony, while we engage in a conspiracy of silence and never open our mouths about the millions of people enslaved in Soviet colonies in the satellite nations.
I think we are for aiding our allies by sharing of our material blessings with those nations which share in our fundamental beliefs, but we are against doling out money government to government, creating bureaucracy, if not socialism, all over the world. We set out to help 19 countries. We are helping 107. We spent $146 billion. With that money, we bought a $2 million yacht for Haile Selassie. We bought dress suits for Greek undertakers, extra wives for Kenyan government officials. We bought a thousand TV sets for a place where they have no electricity. In the last six years, 52 nations have bought $7 billion worth of our gold, and all 52 are receiving foreign aid from this country.
No government ever voluntarily reduces itself in size. Government programs, once launched, never disappear. Actually, a government bureau is the nearest thing to eternal life we'll ever see on this Earth. Federal employee’s number 2.5 million, and federal, state, and local, one out of six of the nation's work force is employed by the government.
These proliferating bureaus with their thousands of regulations have cost us many of our constitutional safeguards. How many of us realize that today federal agents can invade a man's property without a warrant? They can impose a fine without a formal hearing, let alone a trial by jury, and they can seize and sell his property in auction to enforce the payment of that fine.
In Chico County, Arkansas, James Wier overplanted his rice allotment. The government obtained a $17,000 judgment, and a U.S. marshal sold his 950-acre farm at auction. The government said it was necessary as a warning to others to make the system work. Last February 19 at the University of Minnesota, Norman Thomas, six-time candidate for President on the Socialist Party ticket, said, "If Barry Goldwater became President, he would stop the advance of socialism in the United States." I think that's exactly what he will do.
As a former Democrat, I can tell you Norman Thomas isn't the only man who has drawn this parallel to socialism with the present administration. Back in 1936, Mr. Democrat himself, Al Smith, the great American, came before the American people and charged that the leadership of his party was taking the part of Jefferson, Jackson, and Cleveland down the road under the banners of Marx, Lenin, and Stalin.
And he walked away from his party, and he never returned to the day he died, because to this day, the leadership of that party has been taking that party, that honourable party, down the road in the image of the labour socialist party of England. Now it doesn't require expropriation or confiscation of private property or business to impose socialism on a people.
What does it mean whether you hold the deed or the title to your business or property if the government holds the power of life and death over that business or property? Such machinery already exists.
The government can find some charge to bring against any concern it chooses to prosecute. Every businessman has his own tale of harassment. Somewhere a perversion has taken place. Our natural, inalienable rights are now considered to be a dispensation of government, and freedom has never been so fragile, so close to slipping from our grasp as it is at this moment.
Our Democratic opponents seem unwilling to debate these issues. They want to make you and I believe that this is a contest between two men...that we are to choose just between two personalities.
Well, what of this man that they would destroy? And in destroying, they would destroy that which he represents, the ideas that you and I hold dear. Is he the brash and shallow and trigger-happy man they say he is? Well, I have been privileged to know him "when." I knew him long before he ever dreamed of trying for high office, and I can tell you personally I have never known a man in my life I believe so incapable of doing a dishonest or dishonourable thing.
This is a man who in his own business, before he entered politics, instituted a profit-sharing plan, before unions had ever thought of it. He put in health and medical insurance for all his employees. He took 50 percent of the profits before taxes and set up a retirement program, a pension plan for all his employees. He sent checks for life to an employee who was ill and couldn't work. He provided nursing care for the children of mothers who work in the stores. When Mexico was ravaged by floods from the Rio Grande, he climbed in his airplane and flew medicine and supplies down there.
An ex-GI told me how he met him. It was the week before Christmas during the Korean War, and he was at the Los Angeles airport trying to get a ride home to Arizona for Christmas, and he said that there were a lot of servicemen there and no seats available on the planes. Then a voice came over the loudspeaker and said, "Any men in uniform wanting a ride to Arizona, go to runway such-and-such," and they went down there, and there was this fellow named Barry Goldwater sitting in his plane.
Every day in the weeks before Christmas, all day long, he would load up the plane, fly to Arizona, fly them to their homes, and then fly back over to get another load.
During the hectic split-second timing of a campaign, this is a man who took time out to sit beside an old friend who was dying of cancer. His campaign managers were understandably impatient, but he said, "There aren't many left who care what happens to her. I'd like her to know I care."
This is a man who said to his 19-year-old son, "There is no foundation like the rock of honesty and fairness, and when you begin to build your life upon that rock, with the cement of the faith in God that you have, then you have a real start." This is not a man who could carelessly send other people's sons to war.
**And that is the issue of this campaign that makes all of the other problems I have discussed academic, unless we realize that we are in a war that must be won.
Those who would trade our freedom for the soup kitchen of the welfare state have told us that they have a utopian solution of peace without victory.
They call their policy "accommodation". And they say if we only avoid any direct confrontation with the enemy, he will forget his evil ways and learn to love us. All who oppose them are indicted as warmongers. They say we offer simple answers to complex problems. Well, perhaps there is a simple answer, not an easy answer, but simple.
If you and I have the courage to tell our elected officials that we want our national policy based upon what we know in our hearts is morally right. We cannot buy our security, our freedom from the threat of the bomb by committing an immorality so great as saying to a billion now in slavery behind the Iron Curtain, "Give up your dreams of freedom because to save our own skin, we are willing to make a deal with your slave masters."
Alexander Hamilton said, "A nation which can prefer disgrace to danger is prepared for a master, and deserves one".
Let's set the record straight. There is no argument over the choice between peace and war, but there is only one guaranteed way you can have peace, and you can have it in the next second. Surrender.
Admittedly there is a risk in any course we follow other than this, but every lesson in history tells us that the greater risk lies in appeasement, and this is the spectre our well-meaning liberal friends refuse to face, that their policy of accommodation is appeasement, and it gives no choice between peace and war, only between fight and surrender.
If we continue to accommodate, continue to back and retreat, eventually we have to face the final demand, the ultimatum. And what then? When Nikita Khrushchev has told his people he knows what our answer will be? He has told them that we are retreating under the pressure of the Cold War, and someday when the time comes to deliver the ultimatum, our surrender will be voluntary because by that time we will have weakened from within spiritually, morally, and economically.
He believes this because from our side he has heard voices pleading for "peace at any price" or "better Red than dead," or as one commentator put it, he would rather "live on his knees than die on his feet". And therein lies the road to war, because those voices don't speak for the rest of us.
You and I know and do not believe that life is so dear and peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery. If nothing in life is worth dying for, when did this begin, just in the face of this enemy? Or should Moses have told the children of Israel to live in slavery under the pharaohs? Should Christ have refused the cross? Should the patriots at Concord Bridge have thrown down their guns and refused to fire the shot heard 'round the world?
The martyrs of history were not fools, and our honoured dead who gave their lives to stop the advance of the Nazis didn't die in vain. Where, then, is the road to peace? Well, it's a simple answer after all.
You and I have the courage to say to our enemies, "There is a price we will not pay." There is a point beyond which they must not advance. This is the meaning in the phrase of Barry Goldwater's "peace through strength".
Winston Churchill said that "the destiny of man is not measured by material computation. When great forces are on the move in the world, we learn we are spirits, not animals".
And he said, "There is something going on in time and space, and beyond time and space, which, whether we like it or not, spells duty".
You and I have a rendezvous with destiny. We will preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on Earth, or we will sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of darkness.
We will keep in mind and remember that Barry Goldwater has faith in us. He has faith that you and I have the ability and the dignity and the right to make our own decisions and determine our own destiny. Thank you very much.
Friday, 21 December 2007
A neighbour of David Hicks observing the wonderful jihadist at a get-together to wish Dave a big 'Welcome Home Foiled Killer!' "Gee, thanks mate. Could you just write "To Dave, sorry, to Chunky, my favourite apprentice killer and junior sleeper cell member, the Big O. Lots of hugs and kisses! PS. Keep up the cheering and remember, a day not making a bomb or beheading a kidnapped civilian is a day wasted. Lots of love from your pal, Osama".
With the Islamist freak letters to home of David dirtbag Hicks being published in the otherwise largely dhimmi Australian press, I thought hey, it'd be sure worth dusting off some kind thoughts too. [A massive treasure trove of OFFICIAL Hicks facts has just been released. Via Andrew Bolt.]
As they say, wait long enough and every aspect, non-idea and phony non-hero of the left is utterly discredited as the frauds they are. But fear not! The left soon have another entirely predictable mental gymnastic apologist lie up and running. Alternatively, they'll just dump a useful turd like Hicks as quickly as they adopted Him, and just as per usual. Cos' gee, activists really care, especially about the truth an' all. Er, no.
Hicks was and is an eager and fully trained terrorist in most everything global jihadisty and on apparently four separate occasions. And gosh, right up to one month before 9/11, which he gleefully cheered on as you do if you're a sack of crap. Yes, let the right kind of patriot meet that boy on the street just once, and he'll get a damn good frowning.
From the AAP: 'In a May 2001 letter to family, Hicks wrote: "By the way I have met Osama bin Laden 20 times now, lovely brother, everything for the cause of Islam. The only reason the West calls him the most wanted Muslim is because he's got the money to take action".
Delightful, eh? Finally some sincerity from Dave, one of the worlds few fully trained bogan terrorists. The dumb, venal phony yet cunning liar David Hicks, is apparently a victim, their hero and worthy of massed resources for his er, whut? Sainthood? I guess now that the fantasy of Mother Theresa and Mandela are vacant, eh?
"Nurse! The sheets!"
All along, Dave was apparently just a foolish and likely young lad. He was merely like a schoolgirl in love. All in a dizzy tizz with an endearing crush on the zany antics of the horrible in every way yours truly in a cave somewhere, the very unlikely Laden. "He loves me, he loves me not. A toodle toot".
The Hickster trained for extreme and brutal acts for use against almost everybody and I wonder, yes I do, how exactly that training was conducted and with the use of what equipment? Don’t terrorist groups sometimes like to train with like er, dig it, live prisoners? You know in a kind of dry-run. Unless of course the blood starts spraying everywhere. Is any of this, I dunno, of any serious ah, consideration for anyone, say in the media? Nah, guess not. How zany and madcap then!
According to Dave's cretinous letters, the allegedly happy little Master Mindless Plan was merely to bring down Western Civilisation. Uh right, ok, and after lunch? "Well, contestant number one plans to train with Al Qaeda, make a lot of money and be supported by local leftards! What a swell! Why you’re the cat’s pyjamas!"
Hicksy or Mohammed Dawood as he was known, [or maybe Dagwood?] was detained for several years of his rather pointless life along with many other Islamofascist psychopaths. "I bin mistreated!" says Mr Honesty. Balls. It's kind of hard to see Dave and the Muslim Brotherhood et al as reliable sources of the truth. Yes, apparently so badly treated that he put on 20 kilos. Maybe misteatment means no choc mint ice-cream. All this while he received more benefits and concessions than such men er, deserve. And better room service than Al Qaeda provide to their prisoners, I imagine.
"Hello, Room Service? Could you send me up a head? I seem to have lost mine. Thanks".
So far, over thirty formerly released G-Bay prisoners have turned up in later fighting. I guess fighting for those principles, eh? Sadly, since checking out, none have been thoughtful to give a four star rating for Guantanamo. Try getting back from anywhere else in much of the world if you allegedly do something that’s a teensy weensy bit naughty, like training to murder lots of people.
Many an unkind chucklehead peacenik distrusts a strange beast like the military to be just like them, but the armed forces often do get things very right of course. Thus we can all enjoy our fluffy cushioned lives. Somehow I trust our troops a lot more than the average mission statement at Islamic Militant camp. YouTube Bill Whittle on the professional facts of Gitmo. [Sadly acting out government and military leadership policy and orders, means that marines must nauseatingly dhimmi and fawn over jihadists. No, really.]
"Our Islamic Jihad Mission, just kill, kill, kill then laugh and love again and still get great room service".
Now it may be entirely correct to care about any wrongful detaining of the innocent, so no problems at Gitmo then. Violations for no purpose in a position of extreme responsibility is a serious crime, so again, this has never happened at Gitmo. Au contraire. The disturbing opposite actually.
Yet there's consistently no sense of proportion or a shred of investigative honesty in the ideologically driven media reporting of a tiny percentage of offences committed by a very small number of military personel. All breaches of military law are punished as policy.
There is no armed forces policy of doing anything to anyone, anywhere and at anytime across the world to achieve a global Islamaic Caliphate.
Dig this. I agree with interrogation and waterboarding of people like Khalid. I'd love the job myself. I've not found a convincing argument to let such mass killers just sit around smoking and ignoring polite questions at their leisure. Only three people were waterboarded at Gitmo. All three were Al Qaeda operations chiefs. One was 9/11 mastermind Sheik Khalid, who beheaded Daniel Pearl with two knives as the first one became blunt.
A classic left tactic is the gross and absurd lies that Guantanamo is some kind of set piece for the most evil prisons in the world. It is nothing of the sort and I’m glad I don’t have the job.
"Steely jawed Marines wanted for Maitre d’ and restraint duties at the charming but hostile, Guantanamo by the Bay. This position can involve sudden attack at any time, insane ingratitude for every decency and endless abuse and threats by our fanatical guests with a cocktail of blood, urine, sperm and excrement. Uniform supplied".
The left are not in the habit of admitting the mepirical fact that the army takes the strict adherence to its rules very seriously. Re, the smooth running of said beasty. The military and our often wavering idiot authorities are dealing with a mortal and determined enemy, that clearly and repeatedly speaks of how Western law and due process are merely easily used tactical advantages.
Guantanamo Bay is the only "Hell on Earth" that has regular dental and medical appointments, an extensive menu including Halal, vegetarian, Italian and Chinese etc, and where bookings are not essential. But I hear there’s a bit of a rush for the Chef’s Special after Ramadan.
The prisoners receive clean sheets and clothing daily, courtesy of the Yankee Infidel Laundry and Mosque Service. Sure, not the same as Mohammads Koranic Catering: "We cater for any anti-Western rants and even group beheadings. All cutlery is supplied".
The G has fully functioning modern plumbing, air conditioning, is supplied wih ample reading material, has regular visits from Imams and a ready supply of Korans wrapped in plastic cover[!]. This is so that when they are handed to Muslims by gloved guards, the Holy Book of the religion of peace or else, is unsoiled by the hands of the filthy all volunteer Infidels.
I kid you not. The support for David the Hick is unfortunately so deluded, bankrupt, misplaced and perverse that it doesn’t exist on any rational level at all, at least not in this dimension. And allegedly there's country wide and mass support! Whether it’s two thousand or two million suicidal moonbats, so what? It ain't a good thing that any policy should ever be influenced by such unhinged and irresponsible boobs.
"Davo for Minister of Understanding, Peace and Love, Now!"
Hickey’s supporters, the Rockettes Launcher Chorus Line, come over like a cross between the fluffy minded fund raisers of a parish cake stand and the most venal and disgusting of Marxist infiltrators.
And all for Dave, the non-innocent protégé’ of mass murdering head slicing arsonists, bomb makers, bogus charity thieves, rapists and uber-perverts. If this is Liberalism today, are the crazy pills that come with it available on Medicare?
Oh, that’s right. Hick's didn’t actually "do" anything. He just trained for it. That’s alright then. Just dandy. What a laugh. What a prankster! When is Herr Hicks next available to visit my son’s kindergarten? The kids would love it! ‘
"Ok children, this is called ‘plas-tic ex-plo-sive’ and this is a ‘but-chers knife’. Now all repeat after me, Allah Akbar! Excellent".
And the rocket launcher photo is a er, "prank?" Sure it is. You don’t know how many seaside and holiday snaps I have of my Mother holding a sub-machine gun, a flame thrower and other assorted ordinance she just "borrowed".
"Look! There’s one of Aunty Doris with a Glock pistol. Hmm. I don’t think I got the light right in that one. Too much exposure. And the screaming threw me off".
My wife and family are all Japanese. In Japan, if there was an unlikely Hicksy-like situation there, the first and automatic reaction would be shame, embarrassment, profound apology, an acute urge to hide away and avoid any media spotlight at all followed by a subsequent suicide. Sadly, not here, eh?
Instead we have the creepy and startling spectacle of Dave’s not too bright hypocrite and tragic, miserable, dreary old Dad, carrying on the family’s tradition of deep, perceptive analysis by endlessly parading around the world as a Leftist show pony, a fantasy Dave. Dave the misunderstood and cheated victim of an unkind government. Dave, supported by the asshats of the Left and their handy fancy dress of moral turpitude as moral outrage.
Gee, I wonder where Dave got his sense of decency, responsibility and his sharp sense of right and wrong from exactly? Not from me, that’s for sure. I did though, have the strength of character to pass up that Adult Education short course on 'Improvised Explosive Devises in Urban Areas’.
The last time I saw The Great Escape and Stalag 17, I seem to remember that under the Geneva Convention, you are only required to supply your name, rank and serial number. What are Davo’s again? When did he enlist? What rank did he obtain again? Head Cutter, First Class? And at what point was he going to reject his freely adopted and monstrous freak ideology?
Perhaps he was planning to after cheering at the 9/11 collapse? Nope, seems only when he was intercepted on his merry and irresponsible lark through radicalism.
"Gee, almost 3000 people of all ages, nationalities and religions murdered. Maybe that’s a little wrong, a bit out there. Hmm? No, guess not. Hooray for Al Qaeda then!" Dave ponders...
This is part of why Islamo-Fascism Inc, it’s affiliates, franchisees and useful idiots in the free West, can laugh at the flaccid, confused and complicated Western non-response, because the hideous boys and girls of Islam unlike us, are a little more determined and clear minded in who they are, what they believe in and what their ultimate goals are.
The West and those who get media time and the majority of the opportunities of influence appear not to be aware of their own cultural suicide. Most folks seem incurious, unaware, unfocused and oh so very not serious about their own survival. It’s all a big recent joke and apparently without a nightmarish 1300 year history that you don’t need to research in the slightest.
The Government and the public are largely wilfully clueless, which is a Hell of a problem. Our Government, unlike us daffy private citizens, must always conduct their responsibilities within an unkind global reality.
After decades of blind ignorance and denial, it seems like many want to make it more decades of blind ignorance and denial. Some authorities are kind of getting hip to the millions of Muslims who want to murder us all. Kind of. Er, no. And what a drag it is that our very real enemy just won’t play by the rules. The cads!
And it's balls that Hicks should have been charged sooner. This is not the nature of asymetrical and atomised terror.
Consider the limits of our bloated, lumpy Governments and MSM are to truth and competence, as the disingenuous freak duo of Dave and his shameless Father are, to the great musical song writing teams of Broadway.
"My boy Dave! I don't give a hang what he does, as long as he does what he likes!"
Many of the folks in positions of power and influence, and that we should apparently rely on, are incapable of seeing almost anything clearly. It's mass myopia, bub.
"My illusions and myths are of real value and I’m willing for YOU to pay any price for them!"
Gentle reader, you know that the bad, sad and mediocre things said about the Hicks Baby are true, and that the claims made in support of him and the outrageous motives attributed to the alleged tormenters of Dave the martyr are easily researched and revealed junk. Anyone who is cheering for geek misfits like Dave, can keep away from my children.
Apparently for the Dave Hicks Appeciation Society, there are no other worthy causes that involve innocents incarcerated in real Hell holes in the world. In Iran, try Evin Prison in Iran, the Towhid, Prison 59, Gohardasht or Prison 209 just for starters.
This is where there really is a policy of real torture and death of the burning, flaying, gang rape, flaying, breaking, ripping out, whipping with electric cables, hanging, strangling, and plucking of eyes, beheading, shooting and dumping in the street of the resulting mutilated dead body's kind.
This involves male and females from infants, children, teenagers and the very old. President Armadinnerjacket has murdered over 4,000 gay people, many of them minors, often by hanging from construction cranes in the street. The local kids are encouraged and forced to watch.
And there are hundreds of places like this around the world from Syria, to Saudi Arabia, Cuba, Zimbabwe, the Congo and many wonderful parts of Africa, North Korea, South East Asia, Pakistan etc, etc, etc. Clearly none are worthy enough to get the attention and avert the gaze of activists from the brilliant white light, emanating from the ascendance of the ass of Saint Hicks.
In much of the world where there's real oppression, the authorities there can rest assured, that there will be little chance of any deliverance for their citizens by the fatuous, vocal masses of the fashionable spineless activists of the West, resplendent in their inverted, golden stupor. Overcooked, eh?
The taking on of worthwhile causes by faux rebels would be very different to the phony fight with often flaccid, wooden and easily outmanoeuvered Democratic Western Governments. In the almost context and depth free MSM, public opinion and one trick protest groups, it would require courage, self-reflection and actual risk.
Try standing on a street corner in Tehran with a protest placard. Now that would show absolute sincerity.
Thursday, 20 December 2007
Derek: "You know that Jane Fonda, Pete?"
Clive: "Dud, do you mean the treasonous mattress athlete, serial Leftard loon, venal, monstrously spoiled neurotic narcissist, multi millionairess Hollywood decadent and thus a media and public darling?"
Derek: "That's our Hanoi Jane, Pete!"
Clive: "Never fucking heard of her, Dud".
My Mother was sadly born without arms…or legs, or a body. I came home once, and once was enough, and found her in the garden relaxing amongst the tomatoes, wearing a nice propeller hat. I said "It’s great to see you getting around, Ma. How about those Redsox?"
She answered quick as a flash "You know I can't wear 'em in my bleeding condition!"
"One's real life is often the life that one does not lead".
In one of my many hideous employs, I was once trying to clean around an obese woman who looked a lot like General Burchalter from Hogan’s Heroes, except not as feminine. Her vast legs were like two full hog sides and I had to get between them as they stuck out horizontally on the ‘Whatever happened to Gilbert Grape? Extendo Chair’.
As I was crouching into her raised groin while attempting to vacuum up the assorted food scraps and broken dentures covered in Statue of Liberty green, she said to me, “Can you get in there and suck it all up?”
“Sure, but if I don’t return by lunch, send in an obstetrician”.
If your life is as dull and drab as mine, there are several things you may not have to concern yourself too much about running into on a regular or daily basis. Such as being challenged by lots of dynamic individuals with a great sense of humour, terrific general knowledge, that are interested and curious about the world around them, that are witty, irreverent, serious when required and well, damn inspiring to be around.
No pressure of looking forward to folks having the grasp or awareness of Logical Fallacy’s, how the MSM works, or that read, are funky, who criticise any position of any side because it’s incorrect and so on, and all from a core of rational understanding. Yep, it's a carefree lifestyle from where I float.
“I wish I’d listened to what my Mother told me…”
“Why? What did she say?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t listen!”
It doesn’t mean they’re not otherwise good people, and sometimes they ain't, but it can seem that the folks one sometimes interact with can make ya feel like you're walking underwater, in a bad dream, maybe taken an overdose of mundane pills, or are in some alternate world of tedium. Hey, such good people, they're killing me. Seems competence and functioning at all is because thank God, we have a specialty. Maybe it appears this way because I’ve lost my mind, don't get around much or I’m a snobby old bastard. What the Hell do I know, and get off my damn lawn!
Quite frankly, I blame myself for getting out of bed, because that's when all the trouble begins.
"You are not superior just because you see the world in an odious light". Vicomte de Chateaubriand.
Now, I tested the possibility of insanity by climbing out of the ice box and watching what passes for news on the generally pathetic and useless Oz MSM. I then checked their facts via the Net and print, and yep, it’s still crap. So, my depth of analysis still seems to be there. But just to double check I gave my toe a good whack with a vitamiser. I knew it would hurt, and loh and behold, it did. So an understanding of cause and effect seems pretty compus. Hey, I’m no snobby old bastard fella, or I wouldn’t have married my wife.
My crazy way out conclusion is that something is wrong and many people have been entirely cheated by either their education, the MSM, the dominant PC Leftoid Liberal ethos, their peers, our cultural expectations and the general mind set of the public itself or all the previous. Gotta be. Maybe I'm just unlucky.
But shouldn't people be vastly more aware, educated and clear thinking with the incredible level of info that's now available and the absurd length of time we spend at school, doing er, something? Yep, somethings wrong, sports.
"Everyone rises to their level of incompetence".
Laurence J. Peter.
How could so many be so misinformed for so long about virtually every topic, and sometimes even their specialty? How? Why are there so many Leftards? Is it just the coincidence of my experience, admittedly meagre as it is? If I deviate from small talk, generally I regret it, because what do I get out of it?
Sure, there’s the passing excitement of the tar and feathers and burning torches of the angry mobs, but definitely not a lot of laughs unless I make ‘em.
Gee, ya can’t even talk about the weather sometimes, without people actually being upset about er, the rain, the heat, the wind and the mild weather we're having etc. Hey, don’t worry. According to Muslims it’s all Islamic rain anyway. There is none of ya nasty Judeo Christian Heavenly rain. It’s a downpour of diversity and inclusion that doesn’t ever include and diversify to er, you and I! The weather, eh? And what’s the government doing about it?
This my nimble friends, is what happens when one becomes Conservative Libertarian while ‘Fisking’ away at everything. My wife says “Just don’t piss people off!” This can mean Ultra Diplomacy, attack of the tact, or the old neutral agreeing with anything they say while steering the conversation always to the innocuous, no matter what.
"There is still a difference between something and nothing, but it is purely geometrical and there is nothing behind the geometry".
“Crystals have special powers, eh? Send me a dozen!”
“Americans are morons, eh? Gee, you mean the same Americans that produce more scientific papers than the whole world combined? Or the ones that either eradicated many of the major diseases of the world, have the cure or will develop them eventually? Fantastic!”
Curiously, a common response to humour is that it just doesn’t register, is taken literally, it puzzles or is only defined as sarcastic by those totally lacking in humour that have said little worth hearing in their entire lives. Not humorous, light hearted, witty, irreverent, fun, abstract, a great line or a vital part of what makes life worth living. Nope, a laugh is drag for some. Or a drag is a laugh. Hence German Circus clowns.
While it's not a crime, I can find the humourless, even though I prefer not to find them at all, at best painfully dull, oddly functional and maybe not that pressing to know, or at worst, plain dangerous. Think screaming Islamist, a Hitler speech or a Sean Penn interview.
Oh yes, everyday can be another adventure in inspiration.
“Oh, you bought some shoes and a fan belt for your sedan? It’s blue you say? Well, I never. Oh, it was $7.95 and not $12.95! I didn’t see that coming! What a kicker! And you don’t like certain kinds of cheese, eh? Pray tell me more".
“And then she said, and he said, and did I see it on TV last night! The thing with the guy and he did that thing and then he said, and my friend called me and I got so drunk and …yeah, Bush is worse than Hitler and anyway, I reckon everything is fu…”
"Hey, just ignore me. I’m just putting a rope over this beam. Could you kick the chair away for me after the count of three? Thanks”.
I’m sorry kid, but I just don’t believe in, care about or am even microscopically interested in a lot of things that many do, say, think or believe are important, or I may have once, at least when I still had acne.
"Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see".Arthur Schopenhauer.
And man, sadly, folks say the saddest things. Er, have ya ever, ever thought about doing research on something “you heard” instead of just hearing it? It does tend to eliminate the guesswork. Give it a try just once! Could work.
Yeah, Michael Moore doesn’t care about you or any objective truth. Islam’s is not a religion of peace. Al Gore is neither genuine nor serious. The Left have no Quality Control whatsoever. Not even a little. The major political parties in the US, UK and Oz have not come up with a new leader worth a Churchillian damn and maybe never will. No sirree, Jim. Global Warming is not an observable fact.
The MSM is the fickle friend of the elites and celebrities and the enemy of the people. Ah, yes it is.
Here’s a fact. All baloney can be analysed, dismantled, exposed, understood and discredited via the scientific method, Logical Fallacy, Cognitive Bias, Ockham’s Razor, rational thought and other proven ‘Fisking’ methods.
Sadly, even a Himalaya of facts are irrelevant to someone who believes in anything but the facts. Your intelligence is no match for their ignorance, reinforced with regular updates via the permanent media platform of their Gurus. I saw a great line from a commenter on Hot air dot com:
"Global Warming = Global Socialism".
I think it says it all, as there’s no such thing as a stopping point with Left, Lib or Radical ideology. They're NEVER satisfied.
"Must ruin & control...one...more...thing or individual".
And I believe they have, and sports, this is where we now are. For many, there’s a bizarre disconnect between reality, what we should all be grateful for and what empirically makes our economy and culture actually work so well, and then there’s the junk that many do so believe.
It seems that a professed intent now often trumps any actuality.
"One man that has a mind and knows it can always beat ten men who haven't and don't".George Bernard Shaw.
Maybe. The worst part is, the thing that gives me the cold sweats, a horrible creeping nausea and that can wake me at 3:AM, in a re-enactment of a scene from the film ‘Wake in Fright’, except set in the inner city, is that damn it, I’ve spent quite a bit of my own life being just like ‘em.