Attaché case of cliché.

I said er whut, me worry? Global Warming in the coming style of Kashmir, London or downtown Los Angeles etc.

Yep, it’s hard to get your kicks if you’re waitin’ around for the rather slim possibility of even a third rate Algonquin Round Table, desperate for some sparkling and invigorating Dorothy Parker and Noel Coward style conversation. Now Noel may have been quite singular, incapable and largely uninterested in the grit of real feeling as well as somewhat lacking in depth, but sometimes he was kinda witty and entertaining too.

MC: “Ladies and gentlemen, direct from England, Mr Noel Coward will now perform a delightful medley of Pink Floyd songs in his trademark manner. Mr Noel Coward!”

Noel Coward: “Ah, thankyou Johnny. I shall now give a thrilling rendition of one of my favourite tunes…uh ready boys?

Come in here, my dear boy, there’s a good chum, and do have a cigar. I do believe, oh yes I do, that you will definitely, go far. You will fly high in a bright Summer sky, you are destined to never die. They will simply, and utterly, love you. And they do call it rather provocatively, if rather rude and crude, riding the gravy train.

My advice to you is, give them a good and they don’t do it again.

Aah, money, cash and moolah, it’s a hit, a bit of a hoo ha, be a sport and don’t give me that do goody good dreary snit. I have always been in the higher infidelity market, sans romantic pain, I do believe, I need a Seaplane”.

Yes, people say the funniest things, sadly often minus any signs of laughter whatsoever.

“I guarantee that Musharraf is behind the whole Bhutto thing!”

Er, no. That depends how big either the holes or things are. Last I heard, all hideously blown up as per Islamist standard modus operandi and none with silicone. So, only Musharraf maybe wanted to awfully murder Mrs Bhutto? I'm afraid many a Muslim in Packingcrate would see any such 'Western tainted' woman more as a butt ho, as they would see any independent, strong, free or normal woman.

Er, in the ‘Monkey Madhouse of Religious Permanent Revenge and Blood Feud’ that is quite a lot of Pakistan; I think you couldn’t find that many folks who wouldn’t want to murder somebody for something at some point or support the views of those who would.

In ‘Stan, it’s a very slim peninsula that the local upper and middle class sophisticates occupy. Sophisticated in Pakistan can mean you don’t spend Saturday afternoons screaming cross eyed in the streets for the death of er, take your pick. But the same people can support some very, very peculiar attitudes.

“Deathto Tony Orlando and his house band!”

A moderate Muslim in Canada is a man who has murdered none of his daughters and has never downloaded plans for any IED’s.

“Hey Mo! What cha got in that suitcase? Is it just yo lunch or is it a sliced and diced teenager? Oh I know ya got a good excuse…who ain’t? Ah knew ya wud! She just wouldn’t be a good daughter and accept some fifty year old goat skinner goin’ all Khyber Pass on her ass, right?

Er, you are soundly mistaken on the details of your one way ticket to Paradise, Mo baby. I’m afraid you’ll be doin’ a nice eternal stopover in an eternity of damnation. Oh yes you will. Whose a naughty Islamist loon now? It’s you! A coochy-coochy coo!”

From wanting to slice a bus driver for lateness or driving over an ox, even being the competition, a creditor, not Muslim enough or even a little Christian, Hindu or not Hindu, or being a disco dancer or not a very good disco dancer, you could find millions in ‘Stan who would hate and have murderous thoughts towards er, almost anyone else. I imagine that a lot of suicides are actually people having arguments with themselves that just simply got out of hand.

“I keel me! No! I keel me! You both die, blasphemers!”

In Islam, everybody hates somebody sometime. It’s an ideal umbrella for Loon land Kingdoms worldwide of the solidly intolerant and unproductive kind. Yep, many very decent people there too of the non-throwing of acid in womens faces and head slicing Madrassa trained freak Jihadist kind, but I imagine they often have passports and air fares ready, or dream of them.

From getting randomly and gasket blowingly worked up over Infidel accountants, happy and independent girls next door, successful cheese makers, and too funky guitar players, women who wear cool Manolo Blahnik shoes, smile too much or Hell, from everything to anything to nothing.

Bhutto left the house and that’s enough for millions of Muslim Super Dorks and Dweebs sporting the latest 7th Century diaper and beard ensemble, to want her dead right there. I’d narrow the list of suspects down to anybody with a motive, meaning a large swath of the population of Pakistan. And I don’t mean she was wanted dead merely because Bhutto was so wonderful. I find that hard to swallow and I like oatmeal.

This mostly and depressing dusty BO pile has now reached an incredible and terrifying level of corrupt dysfunction and Islamist infiltration at virtually every level of society, and not like it was so wonderful and a million laughs to start with. It’s a funny thing that there is zero chance of any Leftard protest movement regards this most real of recurring nuclear stand offs between Pakistan and India. And then there’s the reality of the almost inevitable collapse of the current government to chaos and Islamists. They’re entirely the same things of course.

Nope, ninety nukes being delivered intact and ready to the vast network of Islamic apocalypse fans ‘in country’ and beyond, doesn’t seem to worry many Leftoids or relatively speaking anybody much at all. Big MSM issue? A Left cause? Nope, just that Musharraf is not very nice and is a curious kind of ally of the West.

Yes, I’m absolutely certain that it’ll be absolutely dreamy in Pakistan once Musharraf is gone. I’m moving there the minute he splits. Sean Penn and I have a nice little apartment picked out in Islamabad. Sean picked the curtains out with Oliver Stone, and they’ve filmed a “controversial” documentary on the hanging of said drapes. He’s a Tinsel Town rebel, is our Sean.

“David Hicks is a case of ideals misplaced!”

Er, David Hicks has no ideals whatsoever to place anywhere or anyhow. The ideal for Hicks was to train with murderers who would teach him how to murder as many people as possible including, children, women, men and especially Jew’s, then get paid and get away with it. Ideally.

Ideally, due to the 20 kilos of lard he gained while under 'deprivation' at Guantanamo, David Hicks will be dead soon. Sadly, it's unlikely to be ideally, in a similar fashion to the way that he and his Muslim pals had planned for us and yes, still do.

When this freak is allowed to walk among us, what does it tell you about how unseriously Western authorities take Islamic terror? About how incapable they are of seeing the Islamist threat in harsh reality? Hmmmm?

Michael Parkinson tells a guest that apparently none of the troops in Iraq want to really be there, and the classic canard of “they’re just kids”. Er, no. No kids have been allowed to serve in any Western armed forces for several hundred years, Mike old son.

And er, most troops do want to do the job they were trained for, and they’re usually patriots, hence the volunteering and joining up thing. But such thoughts are usually beyond the limited PC concepts and meagre awareness of even the most experienced media celebrities it seems, however weather worn.

On the laughable MSM er, ‘news’, the presenter announced a “town that is full of psychic’s!”

Great! Even though there is no such thing as a psychic. She didn’t say that they think or merely call themselves ‘sidekicks’. Oh no. With the usual high journalistic standards of the local MSM, it’s just assumed that it’s all so very real. And there you have in a nutshell, the total amount of Quality Control inherent in the Mainstream Media. There is NONE.

Now just extrapolate from this. If they can promote the utter fraud of psychic phenomena that has never, ever existed within any scientific method and testing, they will promote anything for revenue, status and ideology. After all, the ‘stars’ and associated bunk are huge money spinners for media sewage outlets.

All psychic and paranormal phony baloney is about one thing and one thing only. It’s defrauding the for money.

There’s never any need at all to provide documented and accountable, repeatable proof of any kind whatsoever. Just take the cash. Imagine a Dentist, a Doctor, an electrician, an architect or a mechanic behaving the same way and people being totally uncomplaining regards absolutely zero service delivery. And these utter frauds and phony's then repeatedly getting away with this bunk and big lie forever and ever…

Come in, Spinner.

“Hey that Dentist just smashed all my teeth out with a hammer and told me they’d definitely grow back ‘in the future’ sometime, but I never followed it up, yet I’m happy and that’s good enough for me. And that electrician said the wiring will work any day now. But he was right about me meeting a tall dark stranger as I can’t see anything without any power on, and yet I paid him thousands. Still, it’s a bit of harmless fun, eh?”

We all perhaps believe some bunk, but all of it and unquestioned and all of the time? The New Ager has been defined as someone who believes in anything but the facts. For the naive fool, it can seem that less than nothing is always good enough. And I should know.





Source: Mark Steyn piece.

http://newcriterion.com:81/archives/26/e.1/mah-velous-dah-ling/