Thank God I discovered P.J O'Rourke in an airport newsagent.

This is the mediocre reality and natural end result of a rancid and permanent immaturity. Behold the inspiring majesty and joy of the total absence of Quality Control via PC Left Liberalism. You too can look this cool and 'right on!' This is an as per usual, embarrassing cavalcade of utterly unaware and wilfully unreflective idiots, innit? Good grief! Charlie Brown...





The mediocre always imagine that the superior are somehow inferior to them. Anything is better than imagining you’re crap. I'm sorry, but I can't ever believe anything that anyone looking this shabby would ever say.

I love people who are better than me, so naturally I love a lot of people. Such as our serving troops of the Australian, American, Polish, Canadian kind and so on. Everything we have is because of them and only them in the end. If it wasn’t for these better men and women, I wouldn’t have been able to waste my life as a chaotic musician, alleged artist and confirmed anonymity.

How do the troops do what they do? I can't stand people shooting at me, especially while I'm eating. They inspire me, as my Scottish Dentist does. Now there’s a dedicated man. Every time I visit him, he asks me in his wonderful burr, “Is it safe?” Well, yes, because the Scots, their engineering, discipline and so on, created much of the modern world.

P.J O’Rourke led to Mark Steyn, who both inspire me with their total lack of mediocrity as writers, their enormous output and their great senses of humour. I constantly re-read their pieces and books. I recently re-read P.J’s ‘Give War a Chance’. So good. It described almost two decades ago, virtually every empirical fact, just as true today, regards the inherent and useless mediocrity of the Left Liberal pose.

As P.J says “the principal of contemporary [Left] American Liberalism is sanctimoniousness”.

As usual he nails it like in this bit. “People who care a lot are naturally superior to we who do’t care anymore than we have to. By virtue of this superiority, the caring have a moral right to lead the nation. It’s a kind of natural aristocracy, and the wonderful thing about this aristocracy is that you don’t have to be brave, smart, strong or even lucky to join it, you just have to be Liberal”.

Yep, striking a pose, having the right kind of “feelings”, and being morally vain, permanently outraged while dragging around a grab bag of opinions by numbers, is all you need to be a Left Liberal. You can stop way before risking any proven and effective action that you’ll ever be held accountable for, or even pay for, so it always works out. Neat, eh?

Man, there’s so much in this little paperback that sums up in a few hilarious paragraphs everything about the fantasy, mental illness, personality disorder and character flaws of Leftist drool. P.J is exactly right when he says Left Liberals “hate wealth, they say, on the grounds of economic injustice, as though prosperity were a pizza, and if I have too many slices, you’re left with nothing but a Domino’s box to feed your family”.

“A rich man does more for society than all the jerks pasting VISUALISE WORLS PEACE bumper stickers on their cars”. Even if he cheats on is taxes, he’ll still put $100,000 into education, charity or the marines. “And the Marine Corps does more to promote world peace than all the Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream ever made”.

Jen and Berry give a percentage of their profits to promoting er, world peace. I guess Ben and Jerry are big on sponsoring gun ships to kill the Janjaweed, hit squads to knock off Mugabe, Israeli Divisions to destroy Hamas, Marine and Airforce divisions to liberate North Korea and Cuba and so on? Well, this is what the meaningless bullshit phrase of “peace” looks like. As another great book by P.J O’Rourke titled 'Peace Kills', shows empirically the hideous reality of what “peace” is like for millions of ordinary people right now. Every year and every moment, millions of human beings every year are oppressed, tortured and murdered by “peace”.

Outside of the free West, Japan and South Korea etc, peace mostly sucks big time.

More P.J. “ Liberals actually hate wealth because they hate all success…especially when it’s achieved by other people, but sometimes they even hate the success they achieve themselves…Liberals don’t like any form of personal achievement”.

Yep, they only like “…the kind that can’t be easily quantified, the ‘achievement of Winnie Mandela’ for example”. This is because “…wealth is, for most people, the only honest and likely path to liberty. With money, comes power over the world.

But Liberals are not interested in such real and material freedoms. They have a more innocent, not to say toddlerlike, idea of freedom. Liberals want the freedom to say bad words and to expose their private parts in art museums”.

This fits very nicely with their love of “irresponsibility” and their default creed of “self righteousness” and “unaccountability”.

“Liberals have invented whole college majors, psychology, sociology, women’s studies, to prove that nothing is anybody’s fault. No one is fond of taking responsibilities for his actions, but consider how much you’d have to hate free will to come up with a political platform that advocates killing unborn babies but not convicted murderers. A callous pragmatist migh favour abortion and capital punishment. A devout Christian would sanction neither. But it takes years of therapy to arrive at the [Left] Liberal point of view”.

Now that’s mediocrity for ya, right there. Would you buy a used University educationfrom such a mentality? Nope.

Last excerpt. “The [Left] Liberal is continually angry, as only a self-important man can be, with his civilisation, his culture, his country and his folks back home. His is an infantile world view. At the core of Liberalism is the spoiled child, miserable, as all spoiled children are, unsatisfied, demanding, ill-disciplined, despotic and useless. Liberalism is a philosophy of snivelling brats”.

Ah, that’s better as P. J says at the end of this section titled ‘Hunting the virtuous and how to skin them’. My Lord, how much I remember how and why I loved this book and any P.J stuff.

And what I’ve found is that there is entirely no point in being fair with folks waterlogged with Leftard ideology. You have two choices really. Total avoidance or crush them. Either way, you’ll have a better time than if you give them the benefit of the doubt, because there is no doubt that a Leftard believes in benefits entirely without merit. You owe them nothing but ridicule. No, really. So good hunting of the irrational, sports. But be careful though, they can be very dangerous when challenged or cornered by facts and reality. No, really. But hey, it is to laugh.

The trouble with institutions and people that are vastly inferior to me. No, really.

The wilfully clueless and Dhimmi Western elites, dream on that all is well with the fifty-eight million Muslims in Europe alone, and rising. (By an average 3.5 plus births per Muslim couple, plus legal polygamy with welfare for each wife in Britain! I kid you not.)



"It was such a lovely day I thought it a pity to get up".
W. Somerset Maugham.

“Article 18. Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion; this right includes freedom to change his religion or belief, and freedom, either alone or in community with others and in public or private, to manifest his religion or belief in teaching, practice, worship and observance.

Article 19. Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers”. UN declaration of human rights.


“I must be a God. Not THE God, but one of the Gods. I’m just not that smart”. Bill Murray as Phil Connors in ‘Groundhog Day’.

Firstly, I’ve always found our current Prime Minister when compared to me, to be terribly under par, and not just physically but morally. Not only is his full height a metre beneath his knees, but he’s only the width of a hair ribbon and his head is of the same dimensions as your common dust mite or at best, a ceiling clinging Gekko. Morally he is completely bankrupt and feels no shame in living the lie that all men do, who hide furtively in the shadows, waiting for a fleeting chance at dirty love with a caterpillar in an insect club. Yes, he was there, as they cavorted with their lascivious antennae and swelling pudenda.

As an example of his pernicious and relentless darkness, of which there are many terrible examples, I will tell you of a particularly appalling episode. As per usual, I went around to the Lodge to have dinner with the Prime Minister around seven, and turned up a little earlier than this, having changed into the required formal dress of the evening. Gowns for the women and for the men, full Luftwaffe uniforms.

As I was marching briskly up to the back window, I could see him through the large and open French doors wearing his favourite Bo Peep outfit. He had a box of puppies from which he was taking one at a time, placing them neatly in the doorway and then kicking them out across the lawn with glee. How this empty, crocodile smiling and venal windsock came to be our directionless and plan free PM, only the black arts of the main stream media, PC Left Socialism and Diplomacy can describe accurately.

Another highly professional disingenuous dhimmi surrender freak is the latest corrupt weakling in the hideous form of the useless to humanity U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon, now performing on our behalf, all the necessary steps towards Western security and cultural suicide.

The half-man in the moon man is nothing if not nothing. How does this unbelievable moral spastic get such a job? Easy! Moral contortionist, liar, fraud and logical retard are a UN position description.

“Being a very useful idiot and endlessly pliable friend of every theocratic Hellhole, Islamist Monkey House, Communist basket case, Nationalist dirt pile and African cannibal gangster kingdom dysfunction or indeed any failed state, will be seen as a definite advantage”. 'UN General Secretary Required' ad, next to the child sex slavery business opportunities section. (Ask for Hans, Mbongo or Ali.)

Incredibly, I can’t get even a fraction of Moon's tax payer funded million dollar wage and perks, and I'm a genius! Outrageous. Nope, not even one Bahama's bound massive kick-back cheque, and all because I’m not a bought and sold professional mediocrity, you see. Merely a humble and rather struggling writer and guitar player thang. Whatever.

On the heights of the UN and other international frauds, what would make you unemployable and under arrest in the real and normal world, is merely something to add to your resume in an elitist cloud land.

“The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side”. James Baldwin.

Here is Ban Ki-Moon, AKA Son of Kofi ‘here’s my bank account number in the Bahamas’ Annan, on the censoring of Geert Wilders film ‘Fitna’. The empirically correct short film on the reality of Islam. It’s a relatively mild piece when compared to the full and terrifying reality of “the filth of Islam” as Christopher Hitchens has correctly called the religion of er, peace.

'U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon on Friday condemned as “offensively anti-Islamic” a Dutch lawmaker’s film that accuses the Koran of inciting violence. Ban acknowledged efforts by the government of the Netherlands to stop the broadcast of the film, which was launched by Islam critic Geert Wilders over the Internet, and appealed for calm to those “understandably offended by it".

(Hey, so he appeals to Muslims to not be violent because Islam is shown to be er, violent. Check.)

“There is no justification for hate speech or incitement to violence,” Ban said in a statement. “The right of free expression is not at stake here”.

Riiight. So no factual reporting of the massively relentless and daily global violence of Islam. Check. With that logic, the reporting of rape, murder and bank robbery, even by the victims, is entirely the fault of the victims, and shame on them!

Yes, I'm sure Ban has been put on the list of 'Not to be beheaded' come the Global Islamic Caliphate.

Ban, short for bankrupt Moon boy said this because he is a dhimmi asshat. Islam is violence is Islam. Without violence, Islam would not exist anywhere. It was founded by the most extreme violence by a violent rapist, pedophile and Jew hating bandit. Is it not amazing how many of our alleged betters hide their utter mediocrity and stupidity behind a few lousy University qualifications?

None of which in themselves are any guarantee of character, intelligence, competence or anything, except that you were willing to spend half a decade memorising the possible answers to a hundred or so exams without ever being told where you went wrong.

“Education is a progressive discovery of our own ignorance”. Will Durant.

My Scottish Dentist impresses me infinitely more, as all his theory is accompanied by very effective skills that work in an immediate reality. Thus he could never find employment at the UN.

There is an old joke that the UN can be improved by cutting off the top ten floors while it’s in session. Now I couldn’t get Ban’s job even though I’m vastly superior to him where it counts, say being correct about anything at all, plus I can cook Italian and play Jimi Hendrix's 'Machine Gun'.

But then the UN is a house of the darkest most evil lies, truly rotten motives and the sickest modus operandi imaginable. The largest voting block at the UN is made of 57 Islamic Monkey House states AKA the OIC. Thus the endless and virtually exclusive condemnation of Israel for existing. The MSM is no friend of the Jewish people.

'A couple of readers have pointed out that John McCain at least has the guts to refer to "radical Muslim extremists". But "extremism" surely means views out on the fringe: 36% of young Muslim men favor the death penalty for apostasy. That's 36% not in Yemen or Waziristan, but in the United Kingdom. By definition, 36% can't be "extremist". It's mainstream'. Mark Steyn.


This is Liveleaks backdown to the expected Muslim threats against them for posting Wilders film.

“Following threats to our staff of a very serious nature, and some ill informed reports from certain corners of the British media that could directly lead to the harm of some of our staff, Liveleak.com has been left with no other choice but to remove Fitna from our servers.

This is a sad day for freedom of speech on the net but we have to place the safety and well being of our staff above all else. We would like to thank the thousands of people, from all backgrounds and religions, who gave us their support. They realised LiveLeak.com is a vehicle for many opinions and not just for the support of one. Perhaps there is still hope that this situation may produce a discussion that could benefit and educate all of us as to how we can accept one anothers culture.

We stood for what we believe in, the ability to be heard, but in the end the price was too high”. Liveleak.

It certainly is, but Live leak are obviously willing to pay it, which means by default, continuing the long walk on the road to our total surrender and submission.

Hate to tell ya guys, but they’re gonna keep coming until you won’t be able to show anything, and neither wil your company exist, the economy to support it or any people to watch anything you put up er, so bravely. At some point, the most downloaded vid will eventually be where and how to escape from worldwide Islamisation, and just before we all die rather badly I imagine.

'There’s plenty of evidence out there that the most extreme “extremists” are those who’ve been most exposed to the west - and western education: from Osama bin Laden (summer school at Oxford, punting on the Thames) and Mohammed Atta (Hamburg University urban planning student) to the London School of Economics graduate responsible for the beheading of Daniel Pearl.

The idea that handing out college scholarships to young Saudi males and getting them hooked on Starbucks and car-chase movies will make this stuff go away is ridiculous - and unworthy of a serious presidential candidate'. Mark Steyn.


And here we have a report on the magnificent dhimmi asshat Prime Minister of the Netherlands crawling on his hands and knees for forgiveness from Islamist freaks.

“Islamic leaders in the Netherlands will ask a court later today to ban a film which accuses the Koran of inciting violence. Dutch MP Geert Wilders launched his film on the Internet after local distributors refused to release it. Prime Minister Jan Peter Balkenende added his criticism of the film, saying it was offensive to Muslims.

"The film shows images of violent acts, and holds Islam and the Koran responsible for them. The government condemns such acts and those who commit them. The film equates Islam with violence, and we reject this interpretation. The vast majority of Muslims reject extremism and violence. In fact the victims are often also Muslims".

The endless list of things offensive to millions of Muslims can be broken down to everything, anything and nothing.

Here’s a nice little review of a neato book I’d like to get on the largely bad and conversely hubristic MSM. As per usual, I thank one of the true Gods of freedom and Democracy, Berners Lee, for the Internet. In the wilfully naïve West, the hour it is getting late.

'Henry James spoke years ago of the "house of fiction" through whose windows writers must necessarily peer out at the visible world. James added that while these windows were of varying size and breadth, it was the duty of any conscientious writer to attempt to be "one on whom nothing is lost."

In other words, if a God-like "objectivity" is not fully granted to any writer, he is still obliged, after recognizing his angle of vision, to search out truth and be as fair to the realities he treats as possible.

In attacking the oft-repeated claim by movers and shakers from our mass media to possess a complete and superhuman "objectivity", James Bowman argues most persuasively that journalists should recognize and admit they too look through vision-limiting windows at the events they report. His position here is similar to the noble one of Henry James.

In acerbic, witty prose, Bowman shows in case after case that our self-described, "objective" journalists, in fact and unfortunately, look at life not even through a large living room window, but at best through a peephole. They are these days by and large ignorant of or deceptive about their own easily identifiable and widely shared biases. These include a devotion to multiculturalism, Utopian fantasy, and moral equivalence, among others. Such biases are embraced with complete, uncritical dogmatism.

People opposing the views of such journalists, consequently, can't be ill-informed or simply mistaken, but are deemed necessarily "wicked." Bowman's conclusion is that such practices have led to the corruption not only of the mass media and its reporters but of "our political culture" at large.

Not all readers may share Bowman's out in the open, on-the-table political views, but that's neither here nor there when it comes to assessing the value of his book. As a well-documented analysis of current "media madness," it is indispensable. In my view, it should become required reading in college composition and journalism classes'. Review by Stanley H. Nemeth of the book ‘Media Madness: The Corruption of Our Political Culture’ by James Bowman.

Hey, keep on smiling and the world smiles with you, eh? Jesus H. Christ. All the best, sports from Colonel Neville.

Yes, we have no Obamas.

"I have a dream that one day, no unhinged University student Leftist, dangerous and deluded trust fund brat, retarded and eternally tenured academic, just flown in International Socialist radical extremist and criminal creep or Carlos Santana, will be judged by the quality and colour of their Che the child killer Guevara t-shirt design.

Yes, a beautiful dream that we can walk together as one mindless, embarrassing mass on the way to another, violent mid-town riot and car burning, as we all scream "Fascist!" and assault any old veteran who just happens to pass by on their way to being productive. Yes, I have a teen cream dream!" Barack 'follow that dreamscape' Obama.



Dear sports, people ask me and even some very famous people have said, “Who are you?” And that’s the kind of question anonymous chaps like me love to ask of er, the very famous. But where's the er, forum? Not in the MSM that's for sure. That's mostly for bad journalists so it seems, mediocre being the hack qualifier of choice. Who are they really, these creeps with power and privilege? Who am I? Thank God nobody, though I'd love the cash.

Marlon Brando used to delight in asking what he considered the only statement worth knowing the truth of regards anyone. “He’s a phony” he’d say and act accordingly. Marlon said Montgomery Clift was so uptight that it was like he had “…a Mixmaster up his ass, and he doesn’t want anyone to know”.

In the Truman Capote book 'Breakfast at Tiffany’s', the narrator “Fred”, says that Holly Golightly is a “genuine phony”, because she really believes it. Man, that’s like the most! And the film of the same name is a genuinely touching piece of entertaining and dated corn that's like gold, because today, such a film with such a feel, cannot be made at all. The main reasons among others, are the abundance of money multiplied by the dearth of stars to pull off an original idea worth a damn. Ah, the dreary facts of a faux reality obsession. If I wanted mere fake reality on film, I'd watch documentaries on diarrhoea.

Like all movies, the film is a total fake, but so delicious and cosy. They really believe it too, so it seems, and so do we, and therefore it’s genuinely er, real and really fake. The good fake. Don’t cha’ love the taxi in the rain scene, the party and Audrey singing Moon River and..?

People are most often nostalgic for things that never happened, eh?

“Are you alive and have you been born yet?” said Jim Morrison the very talented clinical depressive. Jimi Hendrix once hit Paul Caruso, a friend of his and when Caruso asked “…why the Hell did you do that?!” Jimi replied, “I’ll always touch you…” And he did.

Frank Sinatra counted loyalty as the bedrock of friendship. Sadly, like Sinatra, some of these people were disturbingly complex and possibly mad and depressive alcoholic's, so maybe just forget about it. Barack Obama, the Manchurian Candidate of our times, is related to a whole lot of white people, especially himself. Genetically, Obama could have been born looking like the third Johnny Winter brother, or the “brother” Winter. But nope, he just looks more black for what it’s worth, and looks really can deceive, which is spelt aye before he, and the ayes have it, apparently.

Barack related to Brad Pitt and a whole lot of other er, brothers and sisters? Hence the good looks and the dull mind. Yep, a whole list of top profile movers and groovers. Surely he's related to a fruiterer or a used car salesman from New Jersey or something more er, regular?

Here's a hip piece by our hero Mark Steyn on Obama and the Wright 'Brother'. "Look! I can fly!"

Tragically, Obama is like the old clichéd banana comparison. Obama appears more black as his time in the laudatory sun drags on, and more so in say California and New York than other spots. Sadly, he’s mostly yella when it comes to facing up to Jeremiah 'Bullfrog' Wright, or any solid policy of any sense or usable and proven value whatsoever. Obama is so environmentally PC, that he’s constructed himself completely out of the surrounding atmosphere that's mostly filled with the expanded hot air of a heavy breathing mob of Leftard hysterics. Never mind.

With Obama’s lovely smile, and as the old Pepsodent toothpaste ad goes, "You’ll wonder where the yellow went, when you clean your teeth with the President!”

I imagine that when Obama sat listening to the Pastor Wright out of the ballpark, Barack thought “Hey, that’s some insane, bigoted and low intelligence insanity I’m listening to, and I’ve been doing it for seventeen years now. How ‘bout that? Boy, lucky I disagree with it and frown a lot. Yes indeedy. Yet strangely, I feel compelled to get this freak to marry me to Michelle my belle, and I think I’ll even throw in my daughters baptism…a baptism of fire! Why not, eh? Gee, am I talking out loud? Am I?”

“No, you’re not and I’ve never felt more proud to be an American!” Michelle ‘rich and crazy’ Obama.

And er, talking of loyalty, not really a big quality in the Democrats who love as they say, to eat their own. And um, Islam comes with an inbuilt loyalty clause. “Please note: Leaving Islam results in death”. Obama will be the worlds first high profile Muslim to leave the ahem, 'faith' for Christianity of a whacko kind and live. Good luck there, kid.

Is Obama a genuine phony or just a phony but without the fake credit? Is he a baloney slicer or just a smoke blower of the most snake oiled and platitude spouting type? Or is he just full of crap, but authentic crap? The audacity of hopelessness? Or like Clinton, the audacity of grope? Or like Englishman Tony Blair, the audacity of soap? Having English parents, well, we used to share the same bath water every Saturday night whether we needed a bath or not. I once stepped into the bath and stubbed my toe on the floating soap scum.

Which is just great. Because with the new wave of PC Leftard Liberal neo-Global Socialism via Global Warming and its empty heroes crazily sweeping the West, we can at last all finally dispense with the harsh facts of life. Like needing to bathe, earn a living or even dentistry.

People like Barack 'follow that loony Preacher' Obama, our own PM Kevin 'populist windsock surrender boy technocrat' Rudd, and some Gordon 'kiss that Koran PC sod' Brown, are gonna find a new way to deal with the reality of the scum of life floating opportunistically to the top. They’ll simply congratulate themselves on getting there, while ignoring the largely voiceless dissent of over half the populace. What a load of big rich and phony baloney creeps and poo poo pants. No, really.

The Soft Headed Parade Has Now Begun.

Cathy Freeman ponders the Theory of Irrelevantivity. E=Moronic2.


"Listen to the engines hum..." The Doors.

Hey, the promotion of irrationality means big money! Dear sports, all we have is our ability to think and act rationally. Without this hard won and precious ability, we have nothing and all is chaos and darkness. Cathy Freeman, Olympic athlete, Aboriginal media celebrity and global economic energy specialist, features in a ridiculous TV add for the Earth Hour total fraud.

For this laughably cringe making and virtual slapstick promotion, “our Cathy” will most likely be paid a very nice featured actor bundle for crazily running around the city at night, turning off the lights, even while people are uh, still there. I don’t know about you, but if someone ran into a place where I was working or eating, manically flicked off all the lights, then ran out again leaving us all in darkness, we wouldn’t be cheering them on exactly.

“Get the Hell out of here, you loon! Lookout folks, a crazy and profoundly deluded black woman is heading your way! Hey, not even a sorry, eh? Check.”

Great! If Cathy is in a dumb ad about a dumb unproven belief, that's good enough for me! And it's on television, your guarantee of scientific Quality Control! It is, in a word, stupid.

This embarrassing, dumb as a plank exercise with no logical or scientific basis whatsoever, is part of the avalanche of pointless behaviour promoted by a hack filled, PC Leftard Liberal MSM, a neo-Socialist posturing government, and business hopping aboard an easy gravy train and well, kindly and caring advertisers.

Gosh, why do ya think? Maybe because it sells more products and bogus services, makes money, and promotes a narrow and very useful to some, Leftoid ideology. It’s a disgrace to promote any cause and propaganda over reason, just because one’s moral vanity overrides the mind and it’s oh so fashionable. It’s simply snake oil, as all Left shibboleths are.

Fact: It costs more to turn an electric light on and off than leave it on for an hour.

I’m sorry Bub, but I consider the objective clarity and thinking skills which equip young people to think with discrimination, more important than indoctrinating people with what they should think. The mature skill of being about to see beyond the mass and self righteous hysteria of fashionable ideology and coercive political movements, is a precious thing, especially for young people. But then, the idea is pushed that this is too important for any dissent. This is baloney and merely a necessary precursor to Totalitarianism. Here’s a slogan for the slogan crowd:

Global Warming = Global Socialism. Yes, it does.

Hey, it’s symbolic! What Left fantasy isn’t? None of it, I repeat, none of it ever works out. For any Left Liberal idea to be discredited, you just have to wait long enough. But that’s Left Liberal Fascism for ya. It’s all so group crazy and conformist, just like the Cultural Revolution!

“Down with the Capitalist Railroaders and their Counter Revolutionary Office Lighting!”

I’ll tell you this, the chances of seeing much if any critical examination of this er, bullshit in the MSM, is about zero. I think of the radio, TV and print as a 5% proposition of usefulness. In fact, if you stayed with the Internet, books and literature, you’d be less distracted by a Himalaya of distortion, bias, incompetence, fraud, cluelessness and manipulation Sure there’s a negative side too.

Walid Shoebat, the ex-terrorist, who now travels the world trying to get through to a naïve, wilfully ignorant and dhimmitude West, states he never consumes any main stream media. Thus he tends to be so very surgically correct in his specialty and more.

I don’t know what Cathy’s motive is, but as per usual a celebrity usually means an average to below mind that swallows current Leftard scams whole. And one does get paid after all. Gee, I hope the fees don’t come from anything that uses electricity, lke er, television ads!

Oh I get it now...Cathy the Aboriginal heroine is going to lead us non-indigenous folks away from wicked Capitalism and the electrified, modern and inherently bad cities of the whiteman, and back into the purity of sitting around a wood fire in the dark. I feel itchy already and I can feel my teeth falling out! Let's roll in the dirt and daube some ochre on each other...Right on! Er, no thanks.

If not this exactly, what is she saying? Hmmmm? It's all new style anti-modernity bollocks at best. Cathy, like most of us, has the great life she has, and has benefited entirely from modern science, technology, Capitalist free markets, the Western Canon and er, nothing else.

Jesus, what a joke so many dumb bastards are and how sheep-like they are as they gobble it all up. Why? Are people just not very bright or do they want to believe because they’re uh, lonely and um, therefore have to believe? It’s a joke kids, fit only for the mediocre and the parasitical.

I'd feel sickened if I wasn't so busy vomiting into a bucket.

“It crushes a man’s ego. I feel…lonely”. George Taylor considers the infinite darkness of space in Planet of the Apes.

It’s shocking, is it not, that the public discourse is so controlled, censored and biased that there are few if any alternative voices to the current dominant phony paradigm? No, really. And it’s getting worse outside of online. The MSM, losing relevance and audience numbers one informed consumer at a time.

Let me put it this way: anyone that sucks up this endless fools parade of enviro-freak conformity is a dumb robot. Yes, now that’s a scientific fact to pull out at the next inner-city dinner party and smug conceit fest.

“Yes, Adrian and I, as highly paid University educated professionals, living in our beautiful house with all the things we could never live without, nevertheless, just love to entertain masturbatory fantasies regards a simpler life whatever that crap means, and spouting this at the drop of a custom kitchen appliance”.

The affluent and successful parts of the world, meaning the free Western Capitalist Democracy countries, are seemingly filled with phony and deluded chumps who don’t want to face the Conservative realities that have made their life so good, and the true reason why they are even alive at all. It certainly ain’t because they have enough brains to remember to keep on breathing.

The Sister of Little Mercy.

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I once worked in aged care where there was a Nun who volunteered to help the residents. She was seemingly of the sadly now all too common type, that carries a bundle of PC Left canards and cliché’s around through which are filtered faux ‘tolerant’ views with an irreligious and mundane rigidity. Now I'm a Christian, funny enough, and old Sis was writing a book on that timeless philosophical and religious conundrum of er, environmentalism! And with the usual idiot shouts I imagine, regarding the alleged evil of John Howard/BushHitler etc, etc ad nauseum. Had to, Mister!

Is it not pitiful that for some folks, the most profound concerns are best explained via the shallow, fashionable, predictable and the bog standard? Yep, she did turn me off eventually! And like most Socialist Left middle-aged women, it has nothing to do with them looking like a cross between Jean Paul Satre’s buffalo shouldered sister and a permed file cabinet, but without the glamour.

I asked her once to turn down the TV room Soma box from napalm level, and this was er, somewhat difficult for the old chuckle head. Did I tell you she had a great sense of humour? That’s because she didn’t. She had a sense that humour was out there, somewhere…

Colonel Neville: "Excuse me, is it possible to turn down the volume a little? It’s just kind of blasting to work to”.

Sister Vinegar: “WHAT?!”

Colonel Neville: Repeat.

Sister Pissed ‘er. “She’s gotta hear it! She’s deaf!”

Colonel Neville: “I understand, but I’m not...yet. It does echo around unfortunately and disturbs the other residents too, you see”.

Sister Blister: Silence. Turns down volume.

Colonel Neville: “Thanks”. Leaves then thinks: “Maybe I better see if all is well. Excuse me, but is there something wrong with me asking you to turn the volume down a little? Have I offended you?"

It's alive!: “Yes!”

Neville: “How?”

The Sister from the Black Lagoon: “I’ve never had a person in your position ask me to turn the volume down”.

Neville: “My position eh? Ah, this must be the humility you’ve learnt from Jesus?”

The Lump: “I thought you’d say that!”

Neville: “Well, I’m a Christian too”.

The creature speaks. “I don’t care!”

Neville: “And that would make you a fraud, right?”


Sadly, my chances of promotion consequently plummeted and the old pig bladder got me kicked off the site. I believe I was about number 150 in 18 months. I heard she was considering taking me to some kind of Human Rights Commision because I er, insulted "her" faith! Hey, a chance at my own potential ersatz Mark Steyn and the CHRC conundrum! Never happened but what a riot. Christian loon attacks Christian guitar slinger for er, something.

Ah, it was a gay, carefree, yet claustrophobic, pedantic and mostly female place. Tense? I’ve experienced lighter moods on the edge of active volcanoes. Which just shows that getting the technical details down doesn’t necessarily guarantee one is a Christian at all.

“When you’re stuck for the rent and you think ya gonna break, the last thing ya need is another phoney on the take”. Iggy Pop.

In fact like most anywhere, you can get the membership or subscription even as a total bastard and freak, though you may be lacking any new friends. Whereas an Islamist will find being a freak a plus, and can therefore always form a good sized group.

Sadly, Jesus did seem to lower the Quality Control beyond repenting, which may have been a mistake. Shouldn’t there be some standards, like clean shoes and a workable personality? Couldn’t hurt. Just a suggestion. Sheesh. I prefer to live near other Christians if I can, though not exclusively. In fact, one of my neighbours worships a plasticine likeness of Tommy Cooper. I don't know how orthodox he is though.

Yep, a major part of charity and assistance in the world is Christian or Jewish, among a million other points of massive difference. Israel and the Jewish people help everyday, thousands of people who are otherwise their mortal enemies. Terrorists who come into Israeli hospitals get the identical treatment to any Israeli. There is no equivalent in the Arab and Muslim world, a world of pride, shame and revenge.

So many Islamic Charities are fronts for terror funding and money laundering, that they’re almost impossible to be seen as anything but criminal. And golly, Christians are not into beheading, and er, homicide/suicide bombing, er, genital mutilations and er, come to think of it, even a third rate Christian is preferable to a first rate Islamist.

The presence of total Islam is a virtual guarantee of only the totally negative and insane, and its absence is usually a great first step toward normality. The more authentic a contemporary Christian and the surrounding culture Western, the better citizen one will generally be. The more authentic a Muslim and therefore an Islamist you are, the more er, problematic one becomes. Christians by definition are Conservative, where as true Islam is an entirely radical proposition.

I’m sorry, but these are facts and I believe in giving credit where credit is due.

The presence of Judeo Christianity in particular, which is inseparable from the Western Canon, just about guarantees in the world a whole lot of positives, from traditions of critical, discriminating and rational thinking, of social depth, of values, the free exchange of ideas, innovation, freedom of expression and freedom in general, Democracy and especially of a working economy. Judeo Christianity is like a theological McDonalds. Everywhere you have it you have successful and free societies by default.

Yes, a fashionable idea is that Buddhism could, would or should do this, but no dice. Never has and never will, anywhere. Firstly, Buddhism has all the material and economic seriousness of belly button fluff.

It has neither the depth, application or commitment to overcome the natural um, inertia and entropy of its fatalism. And a lot of Buddhist sayings and thought, has an unfortunate desk calender ring to it. Judeo Christianity has a central idea of choice and consequences. That the here and now has human glory and great value, and that we are always moving towards something better. Thus the statism of Buddhism is the spiritual fancy dress of choice of shallow Hollywood actors uncommitted to anything serious beyond themselves.

You can tell a Christian if their concerns are more immediate, say a higher regard for people they actually interact with, like er, me. And gee, so there are no deeper concerns for an adult Christian in this world than the entirely fashionable sense of superiority one of enviro-Socialism? I can’t take a single theological concern or non-credential that such twerps and mediocrities would ever utter, even by some surprising accident.

Yep, millions dead from diarrhoea every year, sixty million dead from malaria due to the banning of DDT, six thousand Muslim girls genitally mutilated a day, over 10,000 known major Muslim terrorist attacks since 9/11, the Islamist global war for a worldwide Caliphate and their plans to use nukes when they get ‘em, 1.6 million abortions a year in the US alone, millions oppressed, tortured and murdered in North Korea, Iran, Cuba, Turkmenistan, Saudi Arabia, Syria and Africa etc, etcetera.

Or what about the mass hysteria and indocrination and manipulation of people by a Logical Fallacy and Cognitive Biased challenged, PC Left Liberalism and radicalism via the MSM, and our compromised education system? Hmmmm? Now there's a real and immediate topic for ya.

Then there’s the collapse within far too many Christian Churches due almost entirely to the corruption, stupidity, mediocrity and the relentlessly pathetic attempts to be fatuously contemporary, read that as entirely PC Leftard. All helped in no small way by the Left indoctrination of our school children and a major reason for parent’s flight to private and more authentic religiously informed schools. None of that seems to ever interest these people, like er, ever. Not even a blip on their myopic PC screen...

Nope, what people who are seeking a closer profundity to God need, are the latest embarrassing versions of the 1950’s ‘The Cross and the Switchblade’. This was a ridiculous and now largely forgotten attempt at getting with the swinging hep cats and greaser delinquents of the time, by re-writing the Bible or at least the Gospels I believe, in now tragically dated lingua Frankenstein.

Punk extra straight from West Side Story: “Hey Padre! Us kids just ain’t gonna make it with that Jesus cat, man!”

Happenin’ young inner-urban priest who can even play folk guitar: “I can dig where you’re comin’ from Daddio, but let’s cool it a little, hey? I’m totally hip to your bug with the squares and the fuzz, but Jesus is real, man! Trust me?!”

Hold’s out hand and punk places switch blade gently on upturned palm of hand. Kids then organise a bongo’s and prayer night every Thursday and Friday at the local Church Hall. Be there or be square!


Well, Jesus was neither fashionable, superficial, a wimp or merely ‘relevant’. He is the reflection of the eternal human condition, the profound and the forever unresolved faith in the awesome and strange presence of God, to whom we forever posit questions of the Divine.

And is it ok if He turns the damn volume down a little bit? If that’s ok with You an’ all. And where's my membership card?

It’s a little known fact…

Free, clear minded Western women and Islam don't mix. Ever. Ain't that great? It's the only good thing about Islam. Oh yes, and that Islamism can and will be destroyed.


In the 7th Century A.D, somewhere in God’s Monkey House of the Middle-East, a lone sand rapist and matchmaker, one Mohammad Wilson (no relation), was heard to say “Jesus, I really need to go to the bleedin’ Khazi, mate!” No, he did.

Cart wheeling among a rocky outcrop, Wilson saw a cave opening and said “’Ere’s a nice slash stop. I don’t want no bleedin’ camel looking at my zucchini, mate”, as he used an old ceramic fish tank left casually on a chez lounge.

“Well, time to get back to that crossword puzzle. Nine down. A five letter word for weird and odd starting with K that is not Koran? Kooky. Seventeen across. A five letter word for mad starting with I that is not Islam? Insane. Forty-two down. A twelve letter word for monstrously perverted and depraved control freakeries starting with M that is not Mohammadism? Megalomanias. Bloody easy, and most of these words haven’t even been invented yet”.

Mohammad Wilson was not just a great crossword puzzle champion and a goat rapist extraordinaire, but a psychopath whose many obsessions included cutting off heads because as he put it, “they were looking at me”, bathing up to once every five years in lice and sadly, playing garden bowls. “I may be a paedophile but I’m covered in filth, eh?” he often said proudly.

Which by an amazing coincidence, is exactly what another young man said at exactly the same time from the back of the cave, who was not just a psychopath, but completely insane, and also called Mohammad. And why he drank the fish tank of urine will perhaps never be known, but it seems to have pushed him over the edge, so to speak, even though he had long ago run out of any ‘edge’ to go over, having used any normal man’s ‘edge quota’ a thousand fold to the power of quod.

It was this brinksmanship, where he always went over the brink, that inspired Mohammad to get a very rare and literate stripe assed baboon and scribe, to write down every piece of crazed rubbish that Mohammad would gibber day and night, that consequently became known as the Koran. This translates roughly as not just crazed rubbish, but as a triumph of crude, turgid, unreadable madness, but with a small section in the back showing local and state wide bowl clubs.

Sadly, few people who were not insane were interested in this or Islam in general, even with the free bowling club memberships and the relentless threats of violence, so naturally Mohammad formed a friendly society to kill them all. “If we kill everyone who disagrees with us, you won’t get more peaceful than that! Hey, let’s call it the religion of peace?” And he did, and soon everyone else was saying the same thing, who weren't running, screaming and dying, no matter how empirically stupid and what an enormous lie it clearly and obviously all was and is.

The moral of this story is this. Never get trapped in a lift with an Islamist loon, or in the same country or even the same planet. Really.

That old Barack tragic has you in its spell.

Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream as Barack Obama, the Rubber Soulman and Doctor Robert, sings his greatest hits such as, I'm The Higher Taxman, You Won't See Me, The Word (Change), Michelle, If I Needed Someone (As A Cipher), I'm Looking Through You, In My Life (Don't Ask), What Goes On, Nowhere Formalwear Man, Drive My Limousine, Wait (For A Policy), North Western Veneer Wood (This Bird Has Blown) and finally, Think For Yourself (Don't).




In America, 94% of black homicide victims are murdered by other black men.

“We hold these truths to be self evident. Just words? We have nothing to fear but fear itself. Just words? Don’t tell me words don’t matter”. Barack Obama, son of an American white Mother and a black Kenyan Father. Virtually identical to a speech by another politician in 2006.

“This is the first time I have ever felt proud of America. Until now, I was never proud of my country”. Michelle Obama, the privileged, upper-class and rich wife of Barack Obama, a rich, educated and very successful politician. They have been able to achieve this because they are both US citizens who live in America, and not in spite of it.

"Baby, you're a rich man!" The Beatles.

“God damn America, God damn America. America created AIDS to kill black people. Hillary Clinton ain’t never been called a nigger. Bill Clinton done us like he done Monica Lewinsky. He was Ridin' Dirty! The US of KKKA. What we are doing is the same thing Al Qaeda is doing. America's Chickens are coming home to roost”. Pastor Wright.

The last in the previous long line of freak quotes, was part of a hate America sermon just after 9/11, by the Jew hating, race baiting, Black Panther supporting Pastor Benjamin Wright, Obama’s personal friend and Pastor of 17 years who married Obama and his wife, baptised both of Barack's daughters and so on, ad nauseum.

"I said, who put all those things in your hair? Things that make me feel that I'm mad?" She Said. The Beatles.

Oh, yes, Obama denied hearing any unpleasant speeches in all that time because he would have naturally “rejected” them. Naturally.

"The movies gonna make me a big star. 'Cause I know the part so well. Well, I hope you come and see me in the movies, then I know that you will plainly see, the biggest fool to hit the big time, and all I gotta do is act naturally". Act Naturally. The Beatles.

“I have known him 17 years ... He helped bring me to Jesus and helped bring me to church. He and I have a relationship. He's like an uncle who talked to me, not about political things and social views, but faith and God and family. He's somebody who is widely respected throughout Chicago and throughout the country for many of the things he's done not only as a pastor but a preacher”. Barack Obama.

"Everyone smiles as you drift by the flowers, that grow so incredibly high. Newspaper taxies appear on the shore, waitng to take you away. Climb in the back with your head in the clouds and you're gone". Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds. The Beatles.

A common lie is that people won’t vote for Obama because he’s black. Then equally they won’t vote for him because he’s white. Oh, he just looks more black? All meaningless balls. Obama thinking he’s a black American because his Father is a Kenyan, is the same as me saying I’m Swedish because my Mother was a white woman from England.

"I'm looking through you. Where did you go? I thought I knew you. What did I know?" I'm looking through you. The Beatles.

Why doesn’t Obama run as a “proud” white man? He’s exactly 50% black and 50% white. Exactly. Because it’s a creepy and phony political tactic. To run as a white guy specifically would be thought of as preposterous, in the way that running specifically as a black guy isn’t. It’s all bollocks, lies and bullshit. Imagine teaching black children that the main focus of their ambitions should be that another race is to blame for everything?

What a pitiful, boring, useless and doomed to a life of failure lie.

"Hey, you've got to hide your love away". The Beatles.

People may not vote for Obama because he is a very junior Senator with only two years experience in Congress, where he did virtually nothing but support race based policies. And because his Father is not an American born citizen. Also because he’s a far Left typical rich Liberal, who believes in retreat and surrender as a viable policy that will impress our enemies. Perhaps because he supports partial birth abortion, you now, where they pull the baby out half way, stab it in the head and break its neck? Great, eh?

"There's a fog upon L.A. And my friend's have lost their way. We'll be over soon they say, but they've lost themselves instead". Blue Jay Way. The Beatles.

Riight. So it’s bad to discriminate against black people but OK to promote the mutilation and murder of their babies? Check. Got it.

"Say the word and you'll be free. Say the word and be like me. Have you heard the word is love?" The Word. The Beatles.

Maybe he's not someone to vote for as President of the United States of America because he spent some of his childhood growing up as a Muslim in Indonesia? Kinda problematic, don't cha' think?

"The Magical Mystery Tour is hoping to take you away. Satisfaction guaranteed". The Beatles.

Maybe he ain't good enough personally, and not as an absurd race representative? Or maybe because Obama digs the utter failure of Socialised medicine and the worlds number one Che the child killer Guevara fan, Hugo Chavez, and sitting down to chat with Iran's Jew murderers and the mass murdering despot, Kim Ill Sung etc? Could be...

"You say you got a real solution. Well, you know, we'd all like to see the plan. You ask me for a contribution. Well, you know, we're doing what we can. ...Money for people with minds that hate...you say you'll change the Constitution...but when you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao, you ain't gonna make it with anyone anyhow...". Revolution. The Beatles.


Or in Obama's case, putting Che the child killer Guevara posters up on his campaign office walls. And of course, the maximum way to enforce and control people, is to first push for gun control, which always leads to total gun confiscation and disarmament of the people, as it has in Britain and Australia. Then it's a short step to economic control and then total control. They'd sell your soul for total control, over you.

"He's a man you must believe, helping anyone in need. No one can succeed like Doctor Robert.

You're a new and better man, he helps you to understand. He does everything he can, Doctor Robert.

My friend works for the National Health, Doctor Robert. Don't pay money just to see yourself, with Doctor Robert". Doctor Robert. The Beatles.

Maybe folks don’t want to vote for a man who attends an insane, hate filled, racist, Jew hating, trapped in past paradigms of victimhood, Black Panther supporting Church of the Poisoned Mind, run by the ridiculous old bigot and low intelligence freak, Pastor Jeremiah Wright? And maybe that Obama then spent an hour spinning it as someone elses fault? Nothing can ever be a black guys fault, eh? Because responsibility defines adulthood. Yes, that could be it.


"Everybody got something to hide except me and my monkey". The Beatles.

Ah, Sexy Sadie, what have you done? You've made a Democrat of everyone...you broke the rules, you layed it down for all to see, one sunny day the world was waiting for a lover. She came along to turn on everyone...however big you think you are, you'll get yours yet.

Many black people do see through Obama's guff, such as the great Allen West (Rep) from Florida. Vote Allen West!

"She's got a ticket to ride. And she don't care!" The Beatles.

Disingenuous and stupid white people can get excited about supporting Obama and his zero policy count while taking it for absolutely granted, that a half black man would by default be a radical Leftard and incapable of formulating intelligent and empirical action via policy.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise". Blackbird. The Beatles.

Many white Obama supporters would never think of holding Barack up to the same adult and professional standards as everyone else, because in their hearts they don’t think a black man should or can be. That’s the slimey fact of the matter. Where's the honest scrutiny of Obama's er, 'abilities?' Such people are merely inverted bigots.

“...liberal orthodoxy cannot exist in a world where blacks and Latinos no longer 'need' their help”. John Doggett.

It's funny, but the Republicans for all their flaws, have Condi Rice, have had Colin Powell and others in the GOP. While the Democrats have had precisely zero blacks in any position of power in the Democratic party, ever. Gee, not even the "black" President Clinton did.

"When you're in the thick of it, help yourself to a bit of what is all around you, silly girl". Martha My Dear. The Beatles.

Still, the Democrats have had Senator Byrd, the long time actual KKK member, so that kind of counts as a black related politician! No, really they do and he is. Check him out. Hard to believe really.

"I don't know how, you were diverted, you were perverted too. I don't know how you were inverted. No one alerted you". While My Guitar Gently Weeps. The Beatles.

"I've got a word or two to say about the things that you do. You're tellin' all those lies about the good things that we can have, if we close our eyes". Think for Yourself. The Beatles.

Do a lot of black people and Left Liberal whites vote on race, either real, perceived, ersatz or entirely imaginary? Seems that way. Why vote for New Orleans venal, incompetent and irresponsible boob mayor, Ray Nagin? There is no intelligent and empirical reason to do so.

"..you know the place where nothing is real. Well, there's another place you can go, where everything flows. Looking through the backed bent tulips, to see how the other half lives. Looking through a glass onion". The Beatles.

What exactly has Obama ever said that is not a meaningless, empty and dime a dozen platitude? What are his actual achievements? Zero on both counts. What have I ever done? Not much and that’s why I refuse to run for President of the United States! I had to decline.

"I get high when I see you go by, my, oh my. When you sigh, my mind inside just flies..." It's Only Love. The Beatles.

Barack Obama is a mediocrity whose only outstanding attributes are a sonorous voice, and looking half black. Being black is not a qualification. He’s merely a typical Democrat Party style of politician. He has nothing to say about anything worth a damn. Osama’s, sorry, let me start again. Obama’s real message is an empty vessel into which any fraud and grievance can be poured.

"And now my life has changed in oh so many ways. My independence seems to vanish in the haze. But ev'ry now and then, I feel so insecure. I know that I just need you like I've never done before". Help! The Beatles.

America is the most successful, free, dynamic, exciting, inspiring, interesting, fair, opportunity filled, open, fun and generous country in history. This is what Barack Obama wants to change.

"I read the news today, oh boy. About a lucky man who made the grade. And thought the news was rather sad, well, I just had to laugh.

A crowd of people turned away. But I just had to look, having read the book. They'd seen his face before. Nobody knew if he was from the House of Lords.

And though the holes were rather small, they had to count them all. Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall. I'd love to turn you on". A Day In The Life. The Beatles.

But er, like all rich and privileged Left Liberals, this never includes the part of America that people like Obama live in. Nope, only yours.

"When your bird is broken, will it bring you down? You may be awoken, I'll be arond, I'll be around". And Your Bird Can Sing. The Beatles.

I am them, as you are them and we are them, and we are all together.

Everyone loves hanging out with old people. No, not really.



I’ve worked in aged care, where the most common default type of old dear is a variation on the astoundingly boring, paranoid, whining, grizzly, utterly clueless, nasty, incurious and void of personal initiative old stinker, and that’s not just the Management. Of course there’s a negative side too.

Most old people love nothing better than sitting motionless, while staring into the curtained gloom, whatever the time of day or however the weather.

Colonel Neville: “Why don’t you open the curtains and let the sun in?”

Weird old freak: “I’m 90 years old! I don’t have time for opening curtains! I’m so bored…”

Colonel Neville: “Well, maybe learn something new. Learn a language or...”

Old peanut nibbler: ”I don’t want to learn Chinese! I’ve been to the Suez Canal!”

You see 'em fiddling with a piece of newspaper that they’ve cut out about pumpkin pie, or a curtain rod on special. Saving rubber bands and old jam jars is pretty damn vital work. Some have hundreds of them. Numbered and in alphabetical order. Great, eh? Ah, old people and daytime TV, and whatever’s on.

“And now for our advertised eight hour potato peeler infomercial marathon!”

Just the chance that an old person may actually speak can give one a feeling of inertia. Now let’s be honest. They mostly never say anything even remotely interesting that anyone sane wants to hear, needs to hear or haven’t already heard them say every other time they’ve spoken.

“That’s nice linoleum, isn’t it?” It’s all I ever think of. Linoleum is my life. When I think of excitement and adventure, I think linoleum.

“I don’t like to make work for anyone”.

Who does? That’s why I never use any products or buy bread for example, because it only makes more work for the bakery. I never breathe as I don’t want to be any trouble.

“It’s cold today!”

Yep, it must be around 28 degrees Celsius! Arctic! I’m expecting snow.

“They have that yellow cheese now and there are seagulls”.

Yes, the wonders of the steam age.

“I’m too old for jokes and laughing!”

I gave up laughing when I turned forty five. I realised it was time to grow up and be a sour old bastard.

“I don’t know what’s happening. I’m afraid I don’t know about things. I don’t understand anything much”.

Leave the gas on and I’ll come back tomorrow then.

And then there was the case of the missing brown sock. One old guy was so outraged about a single lost brown sock, that he forced management to call a staff meeting and bring in his family! It took days to resolve. No, really. For old people, the whole world is merely a convenient backdrop to a vast conspiracy of persecution, being plotted and schemed covertly and out in the open, by er, everyone. Especially you.

“This is an outrage and a crime against me! I pay good money to you monsters and you steal my sock! I won’t stand for it!”

Microscopically pathetic and yet, somehow sickening. Like five year olds, one of the most popular three word introductions to any statement is “I don’t like..." Well, virtually everything really, except not liking things. Old folks really like not liking anything! Though they do like cups of tea.

"But not in that cup!, or too hot and not with that milk and I know what you’re up too! You despicable creature! I’m going to report you!

But I just got here? Hey, just let me write down the things you do approve of on the back of this postage stamp. And never, ever move anything, especially if it’s on a doily, no matter how yellowed, dusty and seemingly deep fried it may appear.

“I have a very weak bladder. It drips constantly. The constant dripping. The drip, drip, drip, drip”. From memory, Mrs Fuzzybee in the Jerry lewis film The Disorderly Orderly.

Why do old people have to have hideous tea stained underwear that’s 48% bigger than they are? Perhaps as you age, your arse and genital area spreads to your neck? Maybe that’s why old folks smell everywhere? And telling a joke? Don’t bother. It’s all literal and they have to be dismayed at every step. Ah, the illogical and random segues they take make you feel like you’re losing your mind, to them.

Three Chinese guys go into a bar...“Ooh, I never drink. It’s not good for you and I, Chinese drink do they? Oh, I suppose they would, but you wouldn’t think so because of their traditional things and...”

My wife is so ugly that...“Ooh, you can’t say that! I’m sure she’s lovely and...”

I had a cat whose legs were so short that they didn’t reach the ground...“Oh, that’s terrible! They didn’t reach the ground? Oh, the poor thing. Who’d have guessed?”

No really, old people are fantastic. Though I can’t think of a single reason why anyone would say so.

Keep away from the shadows and carry a machine gun.

The default position for a dhimmi is that of an ass hat wearer, who demands that this is the only hat that should ever be available to anyone and everyone, even to the headless.



“Very few seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ask. On the contrary, they try to ring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds: justification, explanation, forms of consolation without which they cannot go on. To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. To answer may annihilate the question and the questioner”. Spoken by the vampire Marius in Anne Rice’s book ‘The Vampire Lestat’. Ballantine Books. New York, NY. 1985. Source link.


“…exercise restraint…”. Our Great Leader PM Kevin Rudd on the Communist Chinese murdering Tibetans.

“…do everything within our power…to end this slaughter”. Kevin Rudd on whales.

Oh my Lord. Dear sports, I’ve been reading some very good things on the Net and wonderful pieces on critical thinking and values. I was perusing in the unlucky dip that is our simply bad and largely useless MSM, and the as per usual bizzaro mind sets of our er, “betters”. This time it’s ex-Australian Prime Minister Bob ‘just ignore my exposed knob’ Hawke and some usual virtual pro-Castro crap. Bob’s a Rhodes Scholar and I thought that was a good thing. Nope. Can ya do a Rhodes by correspondence? Maybe it means the Fender electric keyboard, and Hawke Majored in Advanced Ray Manzarek Solo Studies.

And the oddest thing is that the MSM by default present much of their voguish lies as taken for granted facts in a Quality Control Free Zone.

Thus they report virtually straight from the Cuban propaganda Ministry as reality, the almost fifty year long pantomime of the mass murdering pig Fidel Castro’s monstrous façade of Cuba Incorporated.

Hey, in a stunning one hundred to zero election result, Fidel’s even more murderous brother Raul has won the er, “elections!” Riight. And he may usher in “Democratic reforms!” Um, only if the entire Cuban Government gives all their guns to the people of Cuba, resigns and then commits mass suicide.

How do you reform trial free firing squads exactly?

Every TV and radio station seemingly presented this non-event virtually word for word from the Hell’s Island of Communism and Socialism. If the Western media worked at this zero level of journalistic standards in Havana, there would be no arrests among any journalists and several editors would win 'Hero of the Revolution' badges, free Spanish health care, a house and a life-times supply of Cuban child prostitutes.

Now for foreign readers, Hawke was our slightly crème de la crude PM in the 1980’s. Noted for being that rare thing, a man anyone can imitate with a croak, and be instantly recognised as ‘our Bob’. He’s also noted for being a very popular PM and a consensus builder. Meaning “…let’s everyone step to the neo-Socialist Left unless you’re a bum, and celebrate leaving militant unionism intact!”

Consensus builder can be another meaningless phrase and a pointless endeavour if one’s paradigm’s are er, off. Everyone merely agreeing in itself, proves nothing. And for rich, stratospheric living Hawkey, his world views now occupy the same rings of Venus as another stupid old non-statesman, Malcolm ‘I was a senile IMF rioter’ Frazer. Both seem to live by a credo of pronouncing ever more publicly on subjects that appear way beyond their bog standard PC analytical capacities.



In the Herald Sun for Wednesday March 05 2008, Bob says he’s gonna find “common ground” between er, Islam and the West. There is none. Can Bob be serious? Yep, amazingly he is. Just wait till Islamist mass killers have nukes. Then they'll find our common ground zero, like they did in New York, but er, more so.

To quote and Fisk, I present the following: “We need to bring together the thoughtful, constructive forces in the Muslim and non-Muslim world”.

Er, Bob dear, the West is made up of every religion and the Western Canon is entirely based on the thoughtful, rational, free and constructive. That’s why the West has progressed and the Middle East has not. It has achieved everything through oil developed entirely by Western engineers over a hundred years ago.

Beyond this single product of crude oil, the entire Middle-East produces less products than Finland. Spain translates more books and literature into Spanish in any year,than the entire Middle-East has published in 1300 years of insanity and violence. No science papers, no outstanding contributions to the world and not a single world class University in any of God's Monkey Houses. But I digress.

More from the great statesman, Bob: “ That challenge which exists at the moment between the Muslim and non-Muslim world has the potential to be disastrous as reflected in the extremism on both sides”.

Logical Fallacy and Cognitive Bias on PC Leftard twaddle. There are no sides, beyond Islam on the side of evil, oppression, homicide and utter depravity. Islam is entirely assaulting the West as it has for over 1300 years. Now they simply have the means. There is no equal measure of extremism, only from Muslim states and their dominant Islamist loon populace.

This is profoundly disgusting moral relativism. There are dozens of countries in the West, Asia and the rest world who don’t give a damn about Islam one way or the other. But Islam is belligerent, deceptive, apocalyptic and active to that end, everyday, in every way and virtually everywhere. It hungers for an undeserved attention. Islam can't get noticed for anything constructive, because it never was or is. Thus Islam's repertoire exist's entirely of the hideous, frightening, intimidating, repulsive and profoundly boring.

What extremism is there in Norway, Japan, Thailand, Australia and Scotland etc, etc? All are under attack by Islam. By Hawke’s logic, Islam is not waging an asymmetrical war with its own goals and drives at all, but is being pulled into atrocity by equivalent daily acts in the West, a kind of reciprocal see saw. Balls.

This I imagine, would have a solid basis as it does in Musli states, in our culture, religion, government policy and include millions of people screaming daily in the streets for death to Muslims. And I suppose with an equal number of millions of Western immigrants to the Middle East organising violent Jihadist terrorist action in their host country. Sadly, Bob neglected to name any empirical examples where this is so.

Still, I would never call anyone a daft and priveleged old bastard. Nay, that's for other Plebian jesters.

Hey, so Bob is gonna get Iran and every other Muslim Islamist mad house to realise the error of their ways, and no longer want to murder all Jews and "wipe Israel of the map?" Sure. Now Bob has always supported Israel, so what gives? Senility?

"Oh, so blowing up, beheading, mutilating or raping Jewish, Thai, British, Iraqi, Sudanese, Afghani, Spanish and French men, women and children, etc, etc, is wrong? Now you put it that way, I see what you mean. I will tell all Muslims to modify the Koran and Mohammads teachings accordingly. I'm sure every Islamic terror group in the world will be eager to take up dancing and rock music instead!" Ahmajinedad.

"...the Jews are bacteria". The real Ahmajinedad.

Bob, like many of the powerful goofball Western elites and the MSM, deliberately, wilfully and mostly just incredibly stupidly, refuse to see an enemy clearly. Islam's roots, drives, history and relentless daily actions seem to not register clearly with Bob, because Bob is a perfect dhimmi fool. This is as per usual. Why do these people find it impossible to take Islamists at their endlessly stated word, especially when it’s followed by endless corresponding action?

Because they are phoney baloney's. As Islamist garbage are frauds and the "filth of Islam" as Christopher Hitchens has rightly defined it, is a total fake.

He drivels on: “…We share so much in common…” No we don’t. We share nothing. Islam is utterly hostile and incompatible to Democracy, Capitalism, freedom of expression, rational and objective science and reason, the individual, feminism, gay rights, music, art, fun, the rule of law, private property, any other religion and so on and so on ad nauseum.

Maybe this piece from Phyllis Chesler on the extremely common cultural art and practice of Muslim child murderers is some common ground that we share? Er, no.


“…the great religions of the have been hijacked…” All the great religions? Oh, he means… “…on the one hand by the Osama Bin Ladens...” Er, no. There is only one Bin Laden, though there are millions and millions just like him. Unless Bob means a formal invitation to a dinner party at Bob’s multi-million dollar Sydney Harbour side mansion.

“Presenting the Osama Bin Ladens and their twenty seven children!” How inclusive and embracing of diversity.

Ah, the ever popular hijacking of Islam lie and utter canard. Bob is either a liar or an ignorant dhimmi twerp or both. If someone hijacked the religion of peace or else, its been a thirteen hundred year long hijack, involving millions and millions of hijackers, and dozens of Islamic states and the free West, plus the East, North and South as hostages. Islam is hijacking. Islam is based entirely on murder, deception, oppression, lies, envy, spite, blame shifting, dysfunction, conformity and madness, all funded by billions of petro dollars.

Nobody can ‘pervert’ a fully armed, utterly merciless, belligerent and aggressively waring evil like Islam, any more than one can pervert Nazism, Communism or any Totalitarian death cult. They all come pre-perverted! Especially when Mohammad is the head pervert, pedophile, rapist, mass murdering, Jew hating and lice infected head slicer. Er, no.

It is not possible to make a turd pie fit for consumption.

Bob continued: “…hijacked on the one hand by the Osama Bin Ladens and on the other by the George Bushes who invoke his God to justify the most horrendous acts”. Riiight. What a disgusting slur on America, a country of 300 million people of all races and beliefs. Where do I begin to Fisk Bob’s long line of retarded myopia, his moral inversion, mental gymnastics, irrational Leftard hyperbole, outrageous, venal, vile and wilfully stupid bullshit?

See how Bin Laden and Bush are the same to someone who applies in their rabid moral equivalence, zero discrimination, discrimination being the basis of rational thought? And he is going to use this same level of non-judgement in reconciling the homicide suicide bombers of Islam and the thousands and thousand of people they have blown up, beheaded and otherwise murdered at the rate of over 10,000 known major Islamist attacks since 9/11? That's hundreds a week, not including the as usual state endorsed mayhem in any Muslim theocracy.

Last time I checked, no one had hijacked Judeo Christianity. This is a logical absurdity. Nor has anyone used it to justify any “horrendous” acts. Bob declines to detail. Bob is the brand of Western millionaire that has never had the thought occur to them, that if you don’t stand for the liberation of ordinary people from a massive tyrant, then you stand for absolutely nothing but your own perfect inaction and moral vanity. But that’s high level Leftard fraud and chauvinism for you.

Bob seems incapable of recognising real terror or seeing a distinction between the apocalyptic drive for a Global Caliphate where anything is permissible, and a free, open, successful and naïve West under sustained and relentless asymmetrical attack.

On the eminently polite, Democratic, Conservative, successful and empirically correct John Howard, Hawke says spits this absurd and sour non-analysis. “ …a disastrous era which had used frightful deception to terrorise Australians!”. Er, riiight Bob.

When Bob sees the insane ideology of Islam and its profoundly organised, Muslim state backed worldwide terror network, he see’s entirely no Islam or Muslims, or even terrorists per se, especially none that could possibly have their own goals. When he sees the USA, he doesn’t see the worlds most productive, generous and open Democracy or the worlds most free and modifying state, he sees’ something no sane, intelligent and mature adult would, but what Sean Penn always does.

When he thinks of the Democratically elected ex-Prime Minister of a great country like Australia, all he has to offer as a laughable analysis, is identical to the grossly juvenile and insane rubbish screeched by any auto pilot Kos kid parody.

Yep, Bobby spouts the same fantasy's as a frothing seventeen year old trust fund twerp, and Che the child killer Guevara loving brat, smashing a McDonald’s window at a IMF peace riot. Of course, there’s a negative, unhinged and clueless side too.

But then before Bob even starts his ridiculous and disingenuous efforts, you and I all know what the real deal is. It will all be our fault and about the West being nicer to millions of people who want us dead.

I would never say that Bob Hawke’s views are those of an old ass hat wearing, worn out, unmoored, unresearched, unrepentant stale Labour boob, bloated old rich man and an amazingly unevolved Leftard.

Nope, the guy at the milk bar said that.

Earth Hour is completely ungrounded.

Nobody in the world cares more for the little guy and the average Joe than the rich, powerful PC Left Liberal Democrat, or Labour Party and socially concerned kind of guy. Nobody! Especially not you and me. You try it, fella. They will ALWAYS care more than you, because they SAY they do, and that's a lot of caring!



It’s funny, but if you believed the MSM, almost everybody will believe anything, no matter how irrational, evidence free or embarrassing. As long as plenty of fools and phoneys also believe it, or just mouth the mass propaganda platitudes. Thus we have the illogic of er, ‘Earth Hour’.

"...British reader Peter Monro nevertheless reminded me of something that seems relevant, Orwell's far-sighted concept of 1984, 'Crimestop':

Crimestop means the faculty of stopping short, as though by instinct, at the threshold of any dangerous thought. It includes the power of not grasping analogies, of failing to perceive logical errors, of misunderstanding the simplest arguments if they are inimical to Ingsoc*, and of being bored and repelled by any train of thought which is capable of leading in a heretical direction. Crimestop, in short, means protective stupidity.

There's a lot of that about". From Mark Steyn.



Turning off your power for an hour cannot achieve anything, because there is nothing to achieve in the first place, if you understand how economics work at all and how energy is generated, stored and used. But gee, no need to face that we live in the twenty first century, when we can all hold hands for a classic nineteenth century séance. Just believe.

“I feel an overweight presence in the room. Uncle Al? Is that you? Show us that voodoo that you do so well!”

If a problem is real, then either their is an actual action that can be taken or there isn't. So why the emphasis on the symbolic? Because it's just another farce in a long line of Leftard bollocks. My friends, we are being buried alive in an avalanche of PC Leftist con jobs and Socialism by stealth.

And not a single MSM newspaper, TV or radio outlet seems to have questioned or more correctly ridiculed such mass idiocy bullshit. Nope, it’s merely another chance to put out stories without any content, value or effort with the as per usual absence of any discernable journalistic standards. Don’t need ‘em when everyone is on board the same gravy train and monopoly of Leftard environmentalism. It is a vast and limitless churner of cash and undeserved credit, innit?

Beck played an acoustic set in the dark to 35,000 people. Did he charge less? Then he flew back home in his peddle powered Lear jet, right? Who would have thought that pop stars are superficial, intellectually lazy, fashionably Left, ineffective, and about as rebellious as oatmeal?

At least gay men have not got hysterical about ‘Earth Hour’. Er, no. A gay drag show was held with a few hundred torches while a yoga studio held a candlelight session. Yoga, or stretching, did as much to get India from a backward toilet to a modern powerhouse, as cheese making did for the space program. Next to this information was a picture of Cate Blanchett, a virtual parody of the clueless and hypocritical rich celebrity. Full of the standard movie star boob disdain for America and the movies that have made her rich, untouchable, obscenely privileged and entirely fatuous.

Which brings me to ‘A moment with Simon McKon’, er sorry, McKeon, in an interview slash self serving standard promotion, in ‘The Melbourne Weekly Magazine’ for March 12 to 18 2008, page 12.

He’s a Macquarie Group Executive Chairman who has “heard the call of conservation and embraced it”. Yep, for a lot of big business, it’s a virtual direct bank deposit. Macquarie Group make enormous amounts of money of the kind that can make incredibly comfortable and bloated egos even more enormously conceited and smug than they usually are.

It's a shame some folks don't hear as clearly, the call of say global Islamism and nuclear weapons, Communist regimes, the real causes of poverty, the oppression of Muslim women and gee, lot's of other more er, problematic things .

The level of cash and remuneration at places like Macquarie, a very good friend of Middle-Eastern global business concerns, gives the rest of us Plebes, a clear perspective on our true position as insignificant, voiceless and powerless. Thus we are spouted to by a fraudulent media and their select chums who are given a speaking platform. Er, gee, Simon has worked at Macquarie for 20 years and was a lawyer before that. What a surprise. Thank God lawyers reject all bullshit and money churning by default.

The MWM makes up over half its pages with the great fraud that is Real Estate advertising. See Neil Jenman’s great book, ‘Don’t Sign Anything’ for a reality check. I wouldn’t trust much of anything the old MWM editorial staff put out beyond the date, but I'd still check the calendar. It’s the classic ‘we’re all pal’s here’ and back scratching fishbowl that is the local MSM.

This is the first question put to old Simon the likeable, and I kid you not. “When did you first discover you were part of a larger Universe?!” No, really.

Ah, if only Peter Cook were here now.

“I first discovered I was part of a larger Universe, when I started receiving my enormous pay cheques and monthly and yearly bonus. And of course, if God has deemed me as obviously so very highly worthy to receive such a handsome stipend, who was I to refuse, my destiny?

A destiny to show the world the way of the future. A bright and golden future, where rich, powerful, stupid, disingenuous and profoundly hypocritical mediocrities from all walks of life, from rich and powerful politicians, to rich and powerful musicians, rich and powerful business people, rich and powerful movie stars and academics, can make ever more lovely money and indoctrinate our children to their heart’s content, all while receiving a virtual Himalaya of credit for absolutely nothing.

I feel it’s a wonderful thing, bringing a little fantasy, especially a bloody enormous fantasy such as Al Gore has done with Global Warming, and the vast expansion of his carbon credits fraud company, into the drab and meaningless lives of the common wage slave, is the least that people like me can do. And believe me; I can do a lot less”.


That’s how I read it, kid. He also said the usual by the numbers platitudes with the perfect little encapsulate of PC multi culti clap trap. You know, the subtext is a moral relativist one, and you sense clearly that any problems are of course, our fault. You know, crappy local Aussies.

Simon the wonderful: “…there are many people in our community who do it really hard". (Not at Macquarie there ain’t.)

"It was very multicultural..." (I no longer have to live there.) "...and I learnt that there is enormous diversity..." (But virtually none in the MSM.) "...but that the very strong principles of love and respect..." (You are about to be screwed and snow jobbed.) "...should transcend..." (Should, would, could, maybe, er, no.) "...our differences”.

Why have or care about any differences, learn about any differences, or celebrate them if they need to be ‘transcended’ anyway? Like er, gee, could there maybe be something wrong with the atomisation of irrational diversity worship, as opposed to cohesion? Doesn't seem to be much of a problem for the Japanese...

But that’s multiculturalism for you. As Mark Steyn said, multiculturalism absolves you from learning anything about another culture at all. Just feel good about it and go to the restaurants. Same with ‘Earth Hour’ posturing and pantomime. You just think and act in the dark. Everyone else is.

No one really wanted to really know all about my Japanese wife’s Japaneseness. Why should they? They either didn’t care one way or the other, or just felt good about feeling good about a Japanese person and just came to our Japanese café’s.

Asked on his commitment, another baloney word, Simon blew the following smoke. He was going “natural” on March 29. Great. Big 'effing deal, as they say. Simon is going to roll naked in the dirt, without dentistry, medicine, technology or money, while tearing apart a rabbit with his bare and gnarled hands. Excellent. Balls.

His “real interest is setting targets over the next twelve months to decrease carbon emissions..." (Read as swell opportunities for many people to make vast gravy train profits out of an entirely bogus service, via a fake crisis with phoney consultancy.)

“…by at least ten percent and preferably considerably more”. (Hey, they just love to throw these feel good and endlessly elastic parameters out there, don’t they? Cos’ they sure sound good. Simon has started buying his suits from Kmart as a gesture. Er, no.)

“….While it may be seen by some…” (Critics and dissenters are no good. Check.)

“…as a token gesture,” (It is entirely.) “…it is much more than that”. (Yep, it's also mass hysteria, the biggest fraud in history, a scam, a big lie, fraud, baloney, crap, manipulation, incompetence and money churning bullshit. Yes, they all come to mind.)

“…Hopefully as a community..." (Yep, people who live in the swankiest areas and have a public or business face, love to say ‘community’. Say it now. 'Com-ma-yoo-nit-ty'. Feels great, eh? Kudos to you for thinking about the er, community.)

“…we can make a statement…” (Love those statements!)

“…that we are moving from awareness to action…” (How very Socialist is the urgent call to action. But er, what action exactly and to what proven result? It's amazing how many of those that have got enormously priveleged lives due entirely to Capitalism and free markets, like to have a Socialist fantasy wank.)

“...and that we can actively reduce our energy consumption, just as we are doing with water”.

Enough water flowed down the deliberately dam free Mitchell River over one 24 hour period in the 2007 er, floods, to supply most of Melbourne’s water for around six months. Yes, the cost of one dam to end much of Melbourne’s water crisis, a phoney crisis manufactured through political and ideological incompetence, is 1 to 3 billion dollars. To collect the same amount of water would require 150 million rain tanks.

“…And hopefully with government incentives, we can substantially increase the supply of energy”.

What is the incentive to develop that which is seen as bad? No tax payer funded incentives are needed for supply and demand. Has Simon heard of the market and um, Capitalism? Seems to have worked for him, being a major beneficiary of it, an' all. Why involve the damn government all the time anyway? Oh thats right. The Left loves ever bigger government as a solution to everything.

Gosh, it’s great to know the rich and powerful still see real value in carrying around, if only metaphorically, a nice little current grab bag of PC Left Liberal shibboleths and canards. Nothing, I repeat nothing is better for business than repeating what deluded people want to hear.

Simon describes his work a day world. Nice work if you can get it…

His career highlight was being appointed by the Federal Government as the inaugural President of the Takeovers Panel. Terrific. Love those takeovers. Saves energy via shareholder suicide! He resolved a dispute, hosted a dinner for the Oak tree Foundation, and compered a hypothetical in Sydney about business in the developing world.

What’s hypothetical about it exactly? They need the same things as we have. Capitalist economic systems and civil democratic government, human rights and no Islamist and Communist terrorism, I imagine. Oh yes, no Internationalist Leftard twaddle scams. But I digress.

Simon: “I managed to flee the CBD for a few hours to Sandy Point, Waratah Bay, where our yachting syndicate is getting very close to reclaiming its world speed sailing record”. Quite.

Yeah, I don’t know how many times I’ve had to flee an air conditioned luxury office tower with catering, in my late model prestige car, down to an exclusive sea side spot and do a bit of yacht clubbing. Had to, old boy. Just had to, what?!

“How stressful is your work?”

Simon: “I am very fortunate that I don’t seem to suffer from stress. My view is that as long as one is doing one’s best, there should be nothing to get hassled about”. Riiight. What the Hell are these people talking about?

It’s all so clear to me now. So cool it man, or you’ll bring the fuzz down on us! Yes, won’t get fooled again. Er, apparently many of us are eager to be. Yes, but you know, as Jimi Hendrix said, "...this is why I am so concerned, with the smell of a world that’s burned".

I thank God for the many great debunking sites on the Net, which clearly show that most celebrities are not a guide to anything. Just as many other rich folks ain't, who go along with any fashionable bullshit. So don’t get burned, gang. Maybe.

A flock of Stalins.

Hey, as a Conservative, I have my dreams too. But they're about freedom, technology, building on hard won traditions and destroying Totalitarianism in all it's hideous and anti-human guises. Oh yes, also a Spitfire and a great looking gal in suspender's, slinging a sten gun is pretty cool too. The butterfly is probably a pepperoni pizza thing.



“Hell is other people”. Jean Paul Sartre.

That's one of the few worthwhile utterances I believe, of the famous frog headed and venal totalitarian Salon creep, Sartre.

We are it seems, surrounded by people who have a default starting point to anything involving a thought process, that could best be summed up as thick and ordinary, but without the glamour. And that’s fine by me. I don’t want to change anyone. Just let me meet people who are already there. It’s easier and cheaper.

It came to me today, what the essential difference between a Conservative and a Left Liberal is, and it's not grooming. A Conservative believes entirely in the right of the free individual to order their own affairs. The Left Liberal believes only the state, through its ultimately total power, can and should do this.

“...I had been interested in libertarian ideas when I was younger. I set aside this interest in the ’60s simply because all the overwhelming political questions seemed to sideline issues of individual liberty in favor of what seemed then to be grander questions.

I suppose what would make me different now is that I am much more inclined to stress those issues of individual liberty than I would have been then. And to see that they do possess, with a capital H and a capital I, Historical Importance, the very things that one thought one was looking for”. Christopher Hitchens interviewed in Reason Magazine.

Conservatism then, equals the individual and Leftism equals the state. The free and singular as opposed to mass control. That's it really.

Thus, the true Conservative believes in freedom, achievement, the productive and prosperity by merit, tempered by the acceptance of human flaws. This means tradition, proof and facts, the bedrock laws of private property and freedom of capital, and the value of caution as a defining characteristic of maturity. The true Conservative should not believe in adopting empty PC posturing, however fashionable. Thus the Conservative will have the many checks and balances of community groups and their own standing, as a healthy limiting or censure.

There's also arrest for loitering with intent.

By definition, a Conservative is neither radical, totalitarian nor Fascist. While the Left naturally propels itself in this direction. It is, after all, their logical destination.

“...Many socialists have a radically anti-authoritarian disposition, even though the policies they would enact end up being authoritarian”. Reason interviewer.

The Left Liberal believes in control [by them], the flattening of the ability to achieve anything individually, the dilution of the productive to the level of mass failure, and the elevation of future fantasy as fact. The Left Liberal’s only standards are no standards at all. Everything is up for grabs. This is the nature of radicalism.

The Left Liberal often as its modus operandi, abhors the idea of having any discriminating judgement at all, even though the ability to discriminate is the basis of rational thought. They believe that any such discrimination on anything, is merely an act of bigotry rooted in a vast and alleged conspiracy of the past. By definition, a Left Liberal is a Fascist and a totalitarian control freak.

“...The main political difference was between those who did, and those who did not, believe that the citizen could, or should, be the property of the state." Reason interview question to the Hitch.

A Conservative sees people as they actually are: flawed and human and does not seek to ‘perfect’ them, but accepts humanity now. The Left Liberal often doesn’t see real human beings at all, merely the handy and malleable ciphers for their absurd and impossible moral vanity driven projections. The abstraction of Utopian ideology is exalted over everything. Thus 100 million murdered to achieve a sick dream of Communism/Socialism via a real century long nightmare.

But enough about my neighbour’s. Now I know, there are many millions of clear minded, mature, reasonable, intelligent, practical, Democratic and Capitalist minded moral people who like a laugh and are perhaps even hip and groovy. I just don’t seem to meet a lot of ‘em off line. No, really. I’ve joined a stamp club but still nothing. The Koo Wee Rup Knitting Circle is next, but I’ve heard their macramé nights get a little wild.

Talking of stamps, do you know Green Left Weekly printed a rhetoric free edition on a postage stamp? No, really. Anyway, two out of three exposures to what passes as other people’s er, ‘thoughts’, are often mere raw material for comedy, which is usually in converse proportion to how they see it.

Someone complained to me recently that their home had experienced starlings flying up into the roof cavity.

Colonel Neville: “Flocks of Dictators in your ceiling, eh? Very nasty business”.

Bore: “Eh?”

Colonel Neville: “Stalin’s. The Russian mass murderer, hero of the proletariat everywhere and common household pest. You don’t want a couple of dozen of those in your home. They leave their droppings everywhere and have a lot of lice, mostly Western Left Liberals”.

Bore: “Yes, birds in my roof! I have to get a broom to them”.

Colonel Neville: “Yes, you can sweep your flocks of unruly and squawking Stalin’s into the dustbin of history”.

Bore: “What do you think of the pest controller?”

Colonel Neville: “I don’t know. I’ve never met him. Did he ever attend any Politburo meetings?”

Bore: “I’ll try Exopest I think”.

Colonel Neville: “Well, they did get rid of Khrushchev”.

You’re often wasting your time with the humour, kid. Be dull and more people will feel comfortable around you. Be a genuine bore and simply have more in common. Make friends, influence people and run for Congress. Make an Oscar winning film or simply dig a ditch for some water pipe. Then make a documentary about it. And win another Oscar.

“I’m not sure why, but Colonel Neville is my kind of guy! And what he doesn’t know about pocket lint and fan belts is not worth knowing!”

“There are many here among us, who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate.
So, let us stop talking falsely now, the hour it is getting late”.
Bob Dylan. All Along the Watchtower.

Sometimes it’s hard to see any real difference between the senile and stupid, the young and ignorant and the middle-aged and deluded, because sometimes, there isn’t. Being middle-aged myself, there's entirely nothing wrong with me...


“...In my memory, the demand of the student radical was for the university to stop behaving as if it was my parent, in loco parentis. They pretend they’re your family, which is exactly what we’ve come here to get away from. We don’t want the dean telling us what we can smoke or who we can sleep with or what we can wear, or anything of this sort.

That was a very important part of the ’60s. Now you go to campus and student activists are continuously demanding more supervision, of themselves and of others, in order to assure proper behaviour and in order to ensure that nobody gets upset. I think that’s the measure of what I mean”. Christopher Hitchens.

Yep, it’s better to be intelligent than have a head full of wet bread, but intelligence is not a guarantee of anything, except that you’re er, intelligent. Being tall is better than being a midget, but it doesn’t mean you’ll play for the Lakers. The fact is, a lack of common ground, thinking ability, actions and values, while often hilarious, is nonetheless er, profoundly alienating.

It’s this shared common basis that makes any decent society possible, because in the end, it's all based on trust, and not co-ercion by the state or anyone.

And here’s an interesting thing. Many a Left Liberal has a chaotic and hopeless idea of a Democratic home, where apparently the children have an equal say. Riiight. Good luck with that. But outside the home the Lefty usually has a relentless compulsion to control more and more of everybody else’s life.

Now, a true Conservative is not really so democratic at home per se, regards those wild creatures known as children. I’m not and I don’t care how contradictory that is. It merely makes me a parent, and being unfair is what worthwhile parents do. Conversely, a true Conservative wishes to control less and less outside of the home, especially via the very, very central bad idea of the Left Liberal, of ever bigger government.

I get tired explaining every second concept and laugh, as if they’ve just heard of China and Mars because I happened to mention them. Once I get to the level of reconstructing the development of major components of the Western Canon just to explain a line of humour, I just know the punch line is ruined.

There is an old phrase that the late and great TV star Graham Kennedy used to say, whenever someone was slow on the uptake regards humour. It’s long a part of the Australian lexicon. With his excited, manic school boy grin and that slightly sad expression in his bulgy eyes, he used to say “It’s a joke, Joyce”.

And it often is, but without a laugh track to tell some folks when to laugh, most things are not a joke at all, Joyce.

“Life is far too important to be taken seriously”. Oscar Wilde.

The Conspiracy Conspiracy Conspiracy.

A Conspiracy Theory Bore has an epiphany and discovers the true motivation behind their enthusiasm for Conspiracy jags.



When I think of conspiracy bores, there are actually only a few conspiracies of note.

There's clearly a conspiracy to make sure that conspiracy creeps are almost by default, unattractive to any mature, intelligent, professional, qualified, successful and attractive person of the opposite sex.

And there's a secret facility that keeps churning out tedious deluded conspiracy freaks, dorks, megadags, academics and Hollywood boobs who find that reality is simply just not good enough for them. Maybe it's in Area 51? And neither can any Himalaya of facts ever satisfy them, and only them. It‘s all about them really, innit? As opposed to er, "Them!"

'Conspiracy Theory' is a misnomer, there is no basis. But it's a great way for the undeserving to get noticed, much like the uncool nobody who yells at the supermarket checkout girl. They are the ad nauseum star of a melodramatic moment, before sinking back into a well deserved and instant anonymity upon leaving.

Conspiracy is also a great filler for those who have absolutely nothing coherent, individual or grounded to say, and no sense with which to say it. Like er, Oliver Stone.

Hey, but conspiracy dweebs can get very lucrative book deals with zero court ready or scientific evidence. Thus Noam Chomsky and Al Gore. Gnome Chumpsky now works almost entirely within the rigorously high academic standards of a tenured professional 'Conspiracy Theorist'. Why do so many movie stars dig conspiracy so much? Because that’s what insulated and pampered Hollywood fools do!

No faux rebel star wants to admit they're successful due to an odd confluence of luck and Capitalism. How gauche! How very Gore.

Charlie Sheen is damn sure that 9/11 is an inside job. Yep, and good old Charlie send around the waxed Asian twins again Sheen, has world class judgement and insight well, on everything.

Of course, no dreary underpaid or maybe overpaid College Professor is interested in the notoriety or the money that can come from publishing a lazy, by the numbers Leftist tract, exposing the evil of Capitalist Democracy and the Glory and delight of Socialism, Communism, Islamism and of Pol Pot's Year Zero etc. Er, yes.

If that’s the accepted standard, maybe it's a great opportunity to also expose the ‘Bush Regimes Secret Underwater Neo-Con Sea Monkey City’, or the ‘Hidden Zionist UFO Assembly Line and Take-Away’ in Nevada. Ask for Mortie.

And no Hollywood decadent likes the spotlight, or easily spouting fatuous and fashionable assumptions via totally unresearched and unsubstantiated hyperbole. Nope, not a smidgen. Never happens.

The old conspiracy geek prefers to spend twerpy time time, twittering away on meaningless minutiae that they've relentlessly collected like some concussed and rabidly obsessed myna bird. With scissors and chewed to the nub dirty finger nails, they photocopy and cello tape vast clumsily connected evidence spreads, paraded on city walkways all glued to collapsing cardboard, and carefully covered in plastic.

Why can’t the same twerps come up with an equally convoluted theory for anything in a proven reality, such as the combustion engine, or how to play golf well, or how to actually achieve something, or anything measurable and useful? It’s always, always something so out there, baby! Like the Civil War was staged, or that house flies have been genetically modified by the CIA to read our lips.

Why don't conspiracy newts take their urgent news to court and the mainstream media and let it stand on its own merits? Because it has no merit. Oh right, that’s part of the massive conspiracy too. To the conspiracy dud, the total absence of evidence, merely proves everything they say is true.

Hey, maybe take their non-info regards 9/11 etc, down to the New York Fire Department, the Police, the Medical Services and all the people who were part of the Ground Zero clean up crews? Maybe shop "the real truth" around Queens and Brooklyn? Maybe a little scared to present ‘the truth’ to those who may not always be so patient with yet another clueless misfit idiot? Hmmm? Off ya go. On ya little bicycle.

Why don't Conspiracy repellents notice any massive conspiracy before or as it happens and alert the police, media and other relevant authorities to some solid facts at the time? Cos’ it never happened so there ain’t none.

The "Truthers". A strange sort of illiterate and Puritan sounding name, are a group of oddballs, mediocrities and their supporters in agreement, more than a few famous and rich. They unsurprisingly fit in rather nicely with any Islamist Protocols of Zion creep, Holocaust denying history molester, or any other character free and mentally ill fantasists from Leftist radical weirdo land. Truthers shuffle around at Ground Zero presenting their 1/10th baked guff without any empathy whatsoever for well, anyone but themselves.

That’s because the Truthers are as separated from reality and the people in it as the fifth dimension is, but without the groovy style and appealing dance moves of the dance group of thesame name.

'Truthers!' Ha, ha! Sheesh, now if that doesn't define the smug assumptions and arrogance of the Loony Left right there. "There is one truth and it is mine" sayeth the deranged. No wonder their preposterous opinions align perfectly with Islamic terrorists. They believe and read from the same eternal victim and loser fantasy time wasting blame scripts.

"I'm a loser and I'm not what I appear to be".

Here's hoping. Curiously, only a few select fools have apparently been chosen to discover this great truth. In Australia, 'struth!' is an old slang term, as in "Struth, mate! That's bullshit!" Truther? Struther would be more apt.

Truthers travel in a seemingly alternate space to you and I, and have seemingly lots of idle time to spare. They make much sound and fury signifying absolutely nothing of proven substance on the narrow and isolated plain they inhabit, somewhere out there, as Frank Zappa used to say, in the vacuum of their own cosmic debris.

I remember a professional engineer and physicist who specialised in the the physical characteristics of steel, its construction, load, bearing and how it relates to various temperatures etc, being presented to a Truther right at Ground Zero. Er, gee, here a big chance to get some science and facts to back up a conspiracy theory!

Well, what a surprise. There was not a flicker of curiosity from this truthless bastard. He just kept babbling on and on. That's how much sense of any Quality Control they have and like all Truther horrors, this noob believed in everything and anything but a single verifiable fact.

A lot of the men of conspiracy, look like they may still live at home with Mother, spending their single guy evenings making plastic aeroplane kits.

“You know Iraq is all about boil!” At least I think that’s what she said. Yeah, that's right. It's all about oil. Er, no. And um, like oil ain't important? Oil is a commodity. You trade it and buy it, like sugar, gold, iron ore and beef. You don't need to go to war for it or the USA would have first attacked Canada, Norway, Venezuela and Texas. And er, how many wars over sugar so far?

Saddam was selling it so low that he even gave it away to UN officials. If the US wanted to, it could have traded for any amount of Iraqi Oil simply by dumping the usual annual US military obsolescence surplus, or buying oil at rock bottom prices or getting oil for virtually zero outlay by allowing Saddam various concessions and to trade his only real resource.

I think chums, you may find the majority of US oil comes from Canada, Norway, Latin America etc and domestically, not the Middle East. Remember Texas? It was in all the paper's.

Deliberate stockpiling by the hideous OPEC, does have an effect on world supplies and economics which the USA naturally has an interest in keeping ah, balanced.

Oil is sourced though, from the market, which will always want to sell to those who want to buy. Um, beyond OPEC, Arab and Chavez manniquin like Cartels, supply and demand pretty much dictate price. Like sugar, if one place can't supply the product or commodity at the price you are willing to pay, you get it somewhere else etc, etc. Most anyone can buy and trade oil via stocks and shares.

Spending billions to take perhaps conservatively about ten years or more to get a rundown Iraqi refinery system up over its currently poor 10% capacity is well, a strange and convoluted plan, eh? So sadly for millions of bizarre time-warp hippie girls and boys, it ain't about oil. But their hair seems to be.

It's about security, strategic truths and the kind of hard realities that will never go away, no matter how wishful our thinking.

As Mark Steyn has said, if the US only wanted oil, they could have just put a blockade from the sea to the oil fields and ignored the rest.

Gee, maybe some folks need to study how economics, geopolitics and security work in reality, including for their own privileged existence, instead of merely absorbing the affluent drool of Mike Moore and their bong.

Anyway, back at Rancho Dullard. The women of conspiracy remind me of the screw up in an over sized grubby puff coat that you try to avoid at a Parent Teacher night, on one of the outer rings of Seattle or Saturn.

She wants to "borrow" a cigarette, and then tells you about how the Utility company is unfairly threatening to cut her off, just because she didn’t pay the bill, because her current boyfriend Simon has a disorder and, and, and anyway, Halliburton is behind it all and are persecuting her, because she's getting too close to the truth...

I thought it would be neat to find out about members of the Truthers own families and friends who have died. Then we can return the favour and all stand outside their homes or wait until they visit the cemetery in a quiet glade, and rant about how their son Billy didn’t die from cancer in the way they think. Nope, he was injected with cancer cells because he got too close to "the truth!".

Maybe the truth is that their husband didn’t have a heart attack the way it was said! Bob’s final gasp was staged by Dick Cheney, jumping out of a shadowy car park with a bullhorn! And the reason you were a scholastic failure and uniformly unlucky in romance is not because you are a boring nebbish, but because of the hidden machinations of a secret Rhumba Society, headed by Ollie North and double agents from Arthur Murray. And we have all the incriminating evidence taped together and a website with lots of frames, colours, capitals and unexpected rows of exclamation marks like this!!!!

But hey, wish 'em luck with their innate mediocrity, mental gymnastic's and microscopic morality. It takes a lot of drive to drone on and on while making connections that aren’t ever there, and all to draw ones attention away from looking in the mirror at a failed, distracted, dull and largely useless existence.

Er, try connecting how being a loser and nonentity is connected to appearance and one's mentality. Connect how one would be perhaps totally ignored by the sane if one couldn't parasite off actual events, and the tragedies of real people with a life, a useful profession, a family and a purpose grounded in reality.

So life as a celebrity probably doesn't count, or friendships based entirely on a mutual wallowing in paranoia.

Connect this. You are here, it is now and if retarded by conspiracy, it's all fake. Deep down, in fact shallow down, all the cheap, absurd, complicated talk and grotty, fussy gaffer taped story boards are an embarrassing sub-nerd past time and one of mere avoidance. It's so deeply insulting to the dead and the truly alive.

Conspiracy is a profoundly sad waste of time and so inconsequential, that at best, one wil most likely die utterly anonymous. The real people and heroes of 9/11 such as Firemen, the Police and the rest, will be remembered for something worth a damn as opposed to entirely nothing.

Grinning in mindless and deluded lockstep, the repulsive and ineffective legions of chuckle heads and conspiracy bores, will alway's believe more in the Conspiracy Conspiracy Conspiracy than any blow to the head.

Media midget blows off giant talent.

Once again, vastly superior and insightful media hipsters have nothing but disdain for the "disconnected" ramblings of ugh, Colonel Neville. "I don't know, Dude. He's like totally not happening for me".



“The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink”. George Orwell.


Dear sports, as we all know, the Australian MSM is an impressive powerhouse of creative maverick talent and impeccable journalistic standards, with a thirst for analytical truth, real ideas and well, it’s an inspiration to all of us here in Plebe land. They only care about us! Er, no.

The Oz MSM is mostly it seems, a short sequence of family monopolies and neo-cabals and the publicly funded, churning the same excitingly average and mediocre, clueless, hack infested, unchallenged, untouchable, unaccountable, low brow to elite Leftard biased corn and canards 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Thank God some of it's entertaining.

The MSM is firstly for the MSM, not you. It’s about generating turnover and advertising. It’s not a service, a source of insight or a place to be informed. That’s more the job of the Net, the bookstore, the library and amazingly, sometimes even the work of education! Expect nothing from the MSM and you’ll never be disappointed. I never am.

The MSM is about peddling influence, by relentlessly pushing their own phoney ideologies and control freak obsessions via their cowardly, intellectually bankrupt non-art. For the most part and on every major issue, those in media power want to minimise to about zero, any effective contrast with the superior and exacting. Yes, they do. Of course there's a bad side too.

The chances of the MSM in Australia ever really changing, improving or reflecting any empirical global reality are about zero. They don’t look for talented individuals as much as look for ways to keep on avoiding them at all costs. Seems like most of the few journos of note have been around for a decade at least.

Thus the Oz MSM is an almost uniformly dull, predictable and largely useless bore, beyond the utilitarian, such as the classifieds, stocks, specialist areas and the weather, though not always. Yes, some of the same kind of people who can’t get tomorrow’s weather right, are damn sure they know what the earth’s entire weather system will be in fifty years time, all promoted by a naff media. Riiight. Sure they do.

In Oz, there is no corresponding Atlantic Monthly, Review of Books or even a Northern Mud shark Fancier and probably never will be. There’s no substantial place where a better literary or ordinary journalism is encouraged and supported, nor probably a large enough audience to dig it.

Much of the stuff that seems substantial is often a magic show illusion, assembled by five hacks in a Sydney broom closet, using agency supplied material, often sourced from overseas. As a local percentage, there's so little writing worth a damn that's ever given a media platform. Mostly writing as padding for advertising and lifestyle specialties. If there is something more, where is it?

“The past shows unvaryingly that when a people’s freedom disappears, it goes not with a bang, but in silence amid the comfort of being cared for. That is the dire peril in the present trend toward statism. If freedom is not found accompanied by a willingness to resist, and to reject favors, rather than to give up what is intangible but precarious, it will not long be found at all”. Richard Weaver, 1962.

So, I sent another of my futile and tentative enquiries, regards the laughable chance of anyone either on or off hard drugs having the nouse, insight, courage and individuality to spot potential and talent. Ain’t never gonna happen. Name three exciting new journalists that have risen to an exciting, fresh and challenging prominence in the last three years? Five years? Since 1998? 1918? Er, the previous are replaced with the same when they eventually do fade away, about three weeks shy of being a pair of eyeballs in a fruit jar on a mantlepiece.

Yes, I sent twenty articles or so, and the usual groovy letter and got a two line rejection. What' new? Am I really that bad? Seems so. Er, no. I always note the self imposed Fisking and Quality Control standards of a lot of the mighty blogosphere. And the untrustworthy shabbiness of much of the MSM. We mostly give a damn where it counts, and they mostly don’t.

But then, what do I expect? There is entirely no reason for anyone to be nice or care. Maybe they're wonderful people at Media Dwarfs? What do I know? I'd be bitter and twisted if I could stay awake long enough to care.

“I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it”. Pablo Picasso.

The rejection e-mail.

“Hi Paul:

Sorry, mate. I think the disconnect is stronger than the connect. Good luck with the journey. Nick”.

Nice, eh? Such sparkling wit, charm, grace and flair.


My reply:

"Dear Nick:

Thanks for er, replying, I think. Regards "I think the disconnect is stronger than the connect". What does that even mean? Don't worry. You may connect one day! Your limits are showing. Yes, I've always felt disconnected from the mediocre. Good luck with the jour...desk diary quotes.

Colonel Neville".


‘Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night”. Charles M. Schultz.


What I liked is the cheery “Hi Paul”, followed by er, an insult? Whatever. So, er, I’m disconnected or he is? And from what, exactly? Oh, I get it. I’m disconnected from having the identical opinions of faux hipsters in a media agency. Check.

Or maybe the Editorial board of ‘The Age’ newspaper! Check. I have to add newspaper, cos’ 'The Age', doesn’t figure at all outside of Australia. Yeah, it’s that good and a respected voice of global influence. No. I went to the Media Giants website, yet it left me unsure what it is that they can do, that I could er, aspire to.

“One has a greater sense of intellectual degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience”. Alice James.

So, dear old Nick clearly feels I’m not up to his standards by dismissing all I’ve written with two lines containing not a single original thought or phrase. Yep, it’s the creativity gulf via the big kiss-off that dare not speak its name. Yes, I should be grateful. Quite. Funny that people will say something unpleasant, but still expect almost a kind of credit for it. Er, no. I prefer to respond as much as a tiny non-entity ‘neath the mighty creative genius that is ‘Media Giants’ feebly can.

“There are grammatical errors even in his silence”. Stanislaw J. Lec.


It reminds me of a form letter I got from a microscopic Australian Record Label. Ok, I can dig the pantomime of the “…not really what we’re looking for etc. Do you have anything identical to a thousand others?” Yeah, the creep then amended in biro, “Anyway, I didn’t like the CD”. Nuance. He had to add a little abuse of position at a bunch of harmless hopefulls. Had to! Hey, yeah. Everyone in the world really cares what A&R men like, and we all follow their leads all the time. That's in the Twilight Zone circa 1978.

It’s funny, innit? The movie cliché of be yourself, be an original and that’s a sure fire winner. Er, fatal mistake here, kid. In America there are people who will fight to be the first one to exploit a talent. In Australia, the herd rushes for the exits at the first sign of any originality. In Oz, everyone is eager to be the first to say they knew all along that you had something, as long as everyone else has already said the same identical thing.

And you wonder why not only our tedious local media stinks of boredom, predictability and cheapness, our God awful underwritten and half baked movies barf, the relentlessly mundane and cheap TV shows cringe, and our two and a half genre music industry reeks of the naturally soulless and utterly sexless. Apart from rare things like the film ‘Home Song Stories’, a lot of stuff has the contemporary immediacy and authenticity of a Van Gogh by numbers.


Maybe I’m deluded, (he's deluded!) but er, no. In many creative fields, there is no place in the Oz mainstream or otherwise, for the truly outstanding idea or ability, or even pretty damn good. You’ll die here, thinking that there are opportunities just waitin’ around the corner. Sure, sans any money and er, an actual opportunity.

Thus they leave and always have. Most Oz bands that have made it in the last five years internationally, refused to sign until they got a US deal, and they’re right. It’s as common as sliced white bread, to see an act feted only because someone overseas endorsed them or it reached the tipping point of 90% of industry creeps agreeing that “they’re the next medium-sized thing!”

“If there’s such a thing as a genius, I am one. If there isn’t, I don’t care”. John Lennon.

Now don’t get me wrong. I have no real doubts about what I can do. Or do I? It’s hard to thrive on too much rejection, innit? I wonder, wonder I do, if I and the many other talents I know of, will ever have a solid opportunity to really er, do it. Know what I mean? Probably not here in Oz land unless it's entirely DIY. It just becomes a creepy bore being judged as lacking by those who are perhaps only superior in easy opportunity and inferior in everything else, especially their unoriginal non-ideas.

Luckily the negative waves come mostly from those that I find difficult to admire for anything much. And this means that an infected media will always see the worthwhile and outstanding as er, all wrong. Hmmm. Now I did just renew my passport, didn’t I?

Here's the thing. Not one of my moldy critic's have ever actually said where I'm er, actually wrong. Nope, it's me whose wrong! Riiight. Sure.

My, my, I do so love the blogosphere and the Net. And as for the MSM and many of the excitingly average people working their free ride within it, there will always be more of a "disconnect than a connect" from empirical truth and reality, especially yours and mine.

John Howard's Irving Kristol Lecture.

The frothing hyperbole and worthless opinions of the juvenile to middle-aged Koskids who hate the relentlessly polite and professional, but now ex-PM John Howard, and his eleven years of massive success, are in direct proportion to anything empirical in any known or global reality. Thus we now have PM Kevin Rudd, an empty populist Left winsok technocrat, who is more lauded and congratulated for his three months of zero 'achievement', and the mere cynicism of his symbolic posturing and platitudes. Still, it's a laugh, innit? Er, no.

Oh, I forgot. Kevin Rudd has certainly handled the economy excellently and in only a few months. So everything is going to schedule, because it turns out he had no plan and no ideas. Hey, they were so "new" and er, "fresh", that they're 'post ideas' and don't actually exist! Fresh and new, are as amorphous and cynically meaningless baloney words as "change".

Yep, these are 'difficult global times?' Er, just like the last eleven years were globally, sans the massive Labour debt of 1996. Er, don't volunteer for Head Chef duties unless you really can maintain the menu. Hey, don't worry! The worlds newest third rate Treasurer is cookin' up the books as we speak!

It could very well turn out, that like Victorian ex-state Labour Leader Steve Bracks, Kevin's avoidance of the decisive, concrete and actual will be his most sustainable and memorable ability.

Dear sports, dig this recent swingin' speech by the man my Japanese wife calls 'Mr Mayuge San', or Mr Eyebrows, on March 06, 2008. She always said "...if only we could have such exciting politicians in Japan!" It's a great speech, and can show how constrained by merely being in office, are the few people in authority who see the harsh reality of Islam a little more clearly.

It's an empirically correct and eminently sourceable speech. Thus it's easily dismissed or ignored by the Left. I like it, Mister! Er, I wait in vain for a similiar analysis from PM Kevin Fluffy Rudd, or anyone, beyond say George Bush if he dumped the "Islam is a religion of peace" bunk. Or you can count on the Czech PM, Vaclav Klaus to tell it like it is. Anyway, it's worth a post of it's own. It's pretty long though, just ask Mrs Howard!



Irving Kristol Lecture delivered by the Honourable John Howard to the American Enterprise Institute Gala Dinner in Washingtomn DC USA. Wednesday, 5 March 2008. Embargoed against delivery. (9pm Wed 5 March 2008 Washington)

'Sharing our common value’.

"Mr President, ladies and gentlemen:

I thank you for the honour you have given me in asking me to deliver the 2008 Irving Kristol Lecture.

The American Enterprise Institute, over the years, has consistently defended fundamental freedoms, both personal and economic. It has stoically resisted the insidious tide of political correctness in so many facets of our daily lives.

It has frequently displayed great policy courage – often facing a chorus of ridicule and dissent. This was recently the case regarding the surge in Iraq, a subject to which I will return later.

Most prominently, though, this Institute has always understood the relentless force of ideas and values in shaping societies.

Written in 1973, Irving Kristol’s words have a timeless relevance to all of us who strive in different ways to build better societies and nations. He said then,

“… I know that it will be hard for some to believe that ideas can be so important. This underestimation of ideas is a peculiarly bourgeois fallacy, especially powerful in the most bourgeois of nations, our own United States. For two centuries, the very important people who managed the affairs of this society could not believe in the importance of ideas – until one day they were shocked to discover that their children, having been captured and shaped by certain ideas, were either rebelling against their authority or seceding from their society. The truth is that ideas are all-important. The massive and seemingly-solid institutions of any society – the economic institutions, the political institutions, the religious institutions – are always at the mercy of the ideas in the heads of the people who populate these institutions.”

To achieve success governments need a guiding philosophy; not a zealous ideology which is insensitive to political compromise, but a directional touchstone which provides overall consistency through the years. In other words, ultimately they must be ruled by values and ideas and not only by an instinct for political survival – necessary though that is.

It is good to be back in Washington - a city which I visited many times as Prime Minister of Australia.

I was here on that fateful September morning in 2001 having, only the previous day, met the President for the very first time.

To experience the shock and disbelief of a free and generous people being subjected to an unprovoked and evil attack left me with a feeling which I have retained to this day.

The long friendship between Australia and the United States has grown deeper and stronger as we have responded to the threats of these past years. It is a powerful testament in the modern world that the values which unite nations create the most enduring bonds of all.

Australia has been beside the United States in every military conflict of consequence in which your country has been involved since our soldiers first fought together at the Battle of Hamel, in France, on 4 July, 1918.

Important though that history of military cooperation may be, important though our political, economic and cultural ties might be, they are dwarfed by the commonality of the values that we share.

They are the values of personal liberty and individual freedom; the belief that decency and hard work define a person’s worth, not class or race or social background; and the confidence that all of the peoples of the world will embrace democracy if they are given the opportunity to enjoy its benefits.

To make that friendship even stronger was a cornerstone of the foreign policy my government pursued.

I speak to you tonight as an unapologetic and continuing advocate of the broad conservative cause, restlessly conscious, as you are, that the battle of ideas is never completely won and must always command both our attention and our energy.

The former Australian government, which I led, was accused of many things, but never of betraying its essentially centre/right credo. We pursued a blend of economic liberalism – in the classical sense of that term connoting as it does a faith in market forces - and social conservatism. So far from being in conflict the one reinforced the other.

Economic reform and change – inherent in globalisation – can involve dislocation for communities and individuals. The anxiety this brings cries aloud for consistency and reassurance in other aspects of people’s lives; the sense that not everything is changing.

From our election in 1996 we pursued reform and further modernisation of our economy. On the social front we emphasised our nation’s traditional values, sought to resurrect greater pride in her history and became assertive about the intrinsic worth of our national identity. In the process we ended the seemingly endless seminar about that identity which had been in progress for some years.

When we left office in November last year Australia was a stronger, prouder and more prosperous nation than it had been twelve years earlier.

Of particular note, economically, were our major reforms to the taxation system, the complete elimination of net federal government debt, and changes to our labour market laws which produced a freer and less union dominated system.

These last mentioned reforms, strongly supported by small business, not only boosted productivity but even more importantly they helped reduce unemployment to 4.2%, a thirty-three year low, when the government left office, compared with 8.5% in March 1996.

They included the abolition of unfair dismissal sanctions on smaller firms, which had been discouraging those enterprises from taking on more staff.

The new government in Australia is pledged to reverse those labour market changes.

That will be a mistake. It will be the first time in twenty-five years that a major economic reform in Australia has been reversed. In particular, bringing back the old unfair dismissal laws will stifle employment growth amongst small businesses.

Tonight I wish to touch on some of the values and responses which, in the world we now inhabit are important for today’s conservatives.

Whilst the intrinsic worth of values never changes, their relative importance and the tenacity with which they are applied by societies will always be determined by contemporary threats and challenges.

Today’s world remains confronted by the ongoing threat of Islamic fascism, a new and quite unfamiliar assault on our values and way of life.

It relies on indiscriminate terror without regard to the identity or faith of its victims.

It also calculates that it is the nature of western societies to grow weary of long struggles and protracted debates. They produce, over time, a growing pressure for resolution or accommodation.

The particular challenge posed by extremist Islam means therefore that more than ever before continued cultural self-belief is critical to national strength.

Ronald Reagan and that other great warrior in our cause, Margaret Thatcher, taught us many things.

One of them was to remain culturally assertive, to understand always the importance of self belief in the psyche of a nation; to be willing to stand against the fashion of the time.

In his book “The President, the Pope and the Prime Minister” John O’Sullivan wrote of Ronald Reagan, Pope John Paul II and Margaret Thatcher “all three were handicapped by being too sharp, clear and definite in an age of increasingly fluid identities and sophisticated doubts. Put simply that Wojtyla was too Catholic, Thatcher too conservative and Reagan too American”.

O’Sullivan was speaking of a time when the views of all three were still largely unheeded.

Instead of bending they remained resolute and, as we gratefully know, their subsequent leadership permanently changed the world for the better.

When Ronald Reagan said “Mr Gorbachev tear down this wall” the left-liberals shuffled their feet, but as we know he meant it.

His historic achievement, through a massive build up in United States’ military strength (especially his persistent promotion of the Strategic Defence Initiative), in forcing the Soviets to confront their own internal weakness thus leading to the implosion of their empire – delivered the most profound political development in my lifetime.

It was his unapologetic American character that really won me. In my years in politics I have seen or heard a no more evocative political slogan than that of “Morning in America” in 1984.

In a brilliant phrase it encapsulated simple patriotism, a confident but not arrogant assertion of the great values of American life and importantly told the American people that their country had emerged from the long post-Vietnam self flagellation.

When Ronald Reagan died Colin Powell reminded us that in the early 1980s military personnel often went to work in civilian clothes, such was the mindset of the time.

That was just one element of the cultural trepidation that President Reagan confronted and overcame.

In the protracted struggle against Islamic extremism there will be no stronger weapon than the maintenance by western liberal democracies of a steadfast belief in the continuing worth of our own national value systems. And where necessary a soaring optimism about the future of freedom and democracy.

We should not think that by trading away some of the values which have made us who we are will buy us either immunity from terrorists or respect from noisy minorities.

If the butter of common national values is spread too thinly it will disappear altogether.

We should not forget that it is the values of our societies that terrorists despise most. That is why we should never compromise on them.

It is not only their intrinsic worth that should be staunchly defended. It is also because radical Islam senses – correctly – that there is a soft underbelly of cultural self-doubt in certain Western societies.

There are too many in our midst who think, deep down, that it is really “our fault” and if only we entered into some kind of federal cultural compact, with our critics, the challenges would disappear.

Perhaps it was this sentiment which led the Archbishop of Canterbury to make the extraordinary comment several weeks ago, that in Britain some accommodation with aspects of Sharia law was inevitable.

It is fundamental to the continued unity and purpose of a democratic nation state that there not only be respect for the rule of law but the state have but one body of law, to which all are accountable, and from which all are entitled to an equal dispensation of justice.

Economically, the world faces both some new challenges as well as the possible re-emergence of some old foes.

The economic difficulties which have quickly become apparent in recent months will provoke intense debate about the right responses.

Competitive capitalism within free markets remains the most effective economic paradigm, both domestically and internationally.

Economic policy makers, both here in the United States and elsewhere face not only the ripple consequences of the sub-prime episode, but also a possible re-emergence of that 1970s disease – stagflation.

If Japan’s experience in the 1990s is any guide it will take more than a monetary policy response to purge the sub prime problem from the financial system.

There will be consequences outside of the United States, especially amongst British and Euro area banks whose off-balance sheet exposure to the securitisation of sub-prime loans is extensive.

The impact in Asia, not least because of the growth of resource hungry China will be less, but certainly not negligible.

In Australia thus far the impact has been limited to corporations and institutions who had a sub-prime exposure and increases in market interest rates due to credit tightening.

In my country at present interest rates are heading in the opposite direction from that in the United States. Sixteen years of unbroken economic growth plus increases in food and fuel prices have put some upward pressure on inflation with implications for interest rates.

The surging Chinese economy, with its voracious demand for our energy resources to fuel China’s industrial expansion has been of great direct benefit to Australia.

In a few short years our resource exports to that country have grown exponentially.

But leaving aside any particular impact on Australia, China’s growth is not only good for China, it is also good for the whole world.

Millions of people in China and in other parts of the Asia Pacific region have been lifted from poverty.

The obverse side of the Chinese coin is that her strength and expansion is the cause of some of the inflationary pressures now being experienced by Western nations.

The past year has seen sharp increases in the price of food and energy. This has lifted the inflation rate around the world.

China has contributed very directly to these developments. The rapid middle classing of both the Chinese and Indian economies has radically altered their eating patterns and resulted in a big increase in the consumption of higher protein food which in turn has pushed up food prices around the world. Severe drought, including in Australia, has aggravated the problems.

China’s rapidly growing energy demands have increased the price of crude oil, another prime cause of higher inflation. Separately, the flight to ethanol as an allegedly environmentally friendly substitute for oil has also played a part in adding to the pressure on grain prices.

These are not criticisms of China, rather a simple recognition of some of the consequences of the historic economic transformation of that nation.

For almost a quarter of a century now, the western world has enjoyed low inflation. The result has been stronger growth, lower unemployment (except in those nations that still persist with absurdly regulated labour markets) and the liberation of hundreds of millions from poverty.

We should be concerned if the world were re-entering a period of higher inflation. Those with vivid memories of the 1970s will know just how debilitating that era was.

As has been the case in the past, it will be the cumulative effects of domestic policy action by various nations which will determine how effectively the world responds to these economic developments.

The right responses will be grounded in free market orthodoxies.

We should avoid resort to re-regulation. We should preserve the independence of central banks. We should maintain open and free labour markets. We should continue cutting taxes where possible and we should seek to increase savings.

If individuals won’t save then governments must add to public savings by running budget surpluses or significantly reducing budget deficits.

Above all there must be no return to protectionism. Freer world markets, particularly, but not only, in agriculture are essential. For certain poorer nations the dismantling of trade barriers by developed nations will be far more helpful than foreign aid.

The DOHA round is faltering. The views of Australia, from both sides of politics, on this issue are well known. We hold that further movement, especially from the European Union, but also from Japan and the United States is crucial.

A conservative edifice must always have at its centre the role of the family and what Americans call faith based organisations in maintaining and strengthening social infrastructure.




Despite the repeated attempts of some social engineers to suggest that traditional family arrangements are no longer needed and that they are in any event headed for extinction, the field evidence suggests that united, functioning families remain not only the best emotional nursery for children but also the most efficient social welfare system that mankind has ever devised.

Holding families together in preference to picking up the pieces when they fall apart must always be the major driver of social welfare policy.

It remains a reality in Western societies that two of the greatest contributors to poverty are joblessness and family breakdown.

We should maintain a cultural bias in favour of traditional families. That doesn’t mean discriminating against single parents but it does mean ceaselessly propounding the advantages for a child of being raised by both a mother and father.

Marriage is a bedrock social institution – with an unmistakable meaning and resonance. It should be kept as such.

Taxation laws should promote, not penalise, marriage. The taxation system should generously recognise the cost of raising children. This is not middle class welfare. It is merely a taxation system which with some semblance of social vision. The tax/payment system must also support choice for parents about who cares for their children.

When a parent elects to withdraw from the workforce, either wholly or partly, to care for a child that decision must be supported by the taxation system.

What we sought to do in government was to promote the choice principle when it came to the caring arrangements parents made for their children and the attendant career decisions involved for those parents.

In Australia, at any rate, the late eighties and nineties was the heyday of the more zealous feminist view of these matters. According to this view women who elected to stay at home full time when their children were young were regarded as inferior and in some cases traitors to their gender.

Maintaining a cultural bias in favour of families also means that governments should reinforce the role of parents in choosing what form of education their children receive.

Australia has largely succeeded in maintaining a good quality publicly funded education system.

Parallel with that there has always been a robust non-government school sector. In the last dozen or so years in Australia there has been strong growth in that area. Now some 33 per cent of Australian school children are educated at independent or non-government schools, the great bulk of which have a religious affiliation.

There is no constitutional barrier in Australia to governments giving direct help to schools with a religious affiliation provided there is no discrimination between religions. The bulk of the schools receiving this help are Christian denominated schools. Jewish and Muslim schools receive similar help. All of these schools must adhere to curricula laid down by state education authorities.

The major growth sector amongst independent schools has been in the low fee independent Christian category. This is a direct result of more liberal funding arrangements initiated by my government. It is hard not to see this growth as other than a collective search by parents for a more values-based education experience for their children.

Our funding policies have, in practice, produced the same outcome as education vouchers by significantly expanding the choices available to parents of relatively modest means.

The former government in Australia gave faith-based groups direct involvement in policy making and execution, adding to their traditional roles of relieving distress and providing spiritual support.

Let me illustrate. Until 1996 unemployed Australians seeking work registered with a government agency which kept a list of available jobs given to it by employers seeking workers.

This system had essentially been in operation in that form for decades.
It always received very mixed reviews.

In our first budget we privatised the employment service, ending the government monopoly and replacing it with a job network open to private providers.

The new job network attracted participation from the employment arms of some of the largest religious-based charities in Australia such as the Salvation Army and Wesley Missions.

This quite radical policy change has been a success. The significant involvement of faith-based organisations has been a major feature. Private enterprise providers have also been successfully involved.

I am not aware of any system quite like it elsewhere in the world. I am sure that the new job network has played some part in reducing Australia’s unemployment rate.

I mention this example of the successful (to date) involvement of church based organisations in the coal-face delivery of social services. Such groups bring two priceless assets to the delivery of human services. The first is genuine compassion. The other is a hard-headed approach to money. Hardened by years of ceaseless fundraising most religiously based charities or organisations spend their money far more carefully than do bureaucrats.

We know from the experience of recent years that threats to our way of life, from terrorism or elsewhere, can only be dealt with effectively by like minded, free societies acting together to confront those threats. That faith in multilateral institutions to deal with such threats is misplaced.

Much to the surprise of many experts – and to the chagrin of many who are critical of America and of the Bush Administration in particular – the surge strategy in Iraq is beginning to bear fruit.

Security has improved, casualties are down, there are signs of a return to more normal life in Baghdad and the Iraqi political system has finally made a start in addressing some of the nation’s fundamental challenges.

But perhaps the most convincing sign of all that some progress has been made is the significant decline in media coverage of Iraq – noticeable both in the United States and Australia. The dominant left-liberal elements in the media in both our countries apparently cannot bring themselves to acknowledge good news stories coming out of Baghdad.

This, of course, is a profound failing. Irrespective of one’s views of the original decision to take military action against Saddam Hussein, a decision from which I have never resiled, no one should doubt what is at stake in Iraq.

There is a view in some quarters that Afghanistan is the ‘good’ war and Iraq somehow a distraction from winning the war on terror. While it may be politically convenient, this view is profoundly naïve and dangerous.

You only have to look at Al Qaeda’s own words and actions to know that Iraq is every bit as much a major front in the war on terror as Afghanistan.

We simply cannot afford to lose in either. And – despite all the reverses – I remain convinced we will prevail in both.

A stable as well as democratic Iraq can still become a reality. And, for all the detractors and relentless pessimists, that could still help to transform the Middle East.

What is critical now is that the surge is given time to work.

I am very aware of the massive sacrifices being made by the United States and its families. I am acutely conscious of the pain and loss felt in many American homes.

I am disappointed that Australia’s battle group will be withdrawing from Southern Iraq in June as one of the new Labor government’s election commitments – rather than making a greater contribution to training the Iraqis to maintain their own security.

The Iraqi people desperately need the time and space created by the surge to sustain the tentative political progress we are seeing.

It would be a tragedy if those gains were surrendered now by premature drawdowns.

For us as conservatives, Iraq reminds us that cultures and institutions are entrenched and that bringing fundamental reforms to societies is difficult and painful and is often attended by unintended consequences.


Iraq is being transformed. But this is a process that began rather than ended with the fall of Saddam Hussein. There will be further setbacks and wrong turns. Gradually, however, as the path becomes clearer, the Iraqi people will gain in self-confidence and lean less on the international community.

But now is not the time to abandon them. I am more convinced than ever that Australia and the United States, as countries that have enjoyed the blessings of democracy for longer than most others, have a special responsibility to help others along that difficult pathway.

In the Asia Pacific, many countries have already traveled that pathway. This is one of the reasons I am a convinced optimist about Australia’s future in our region.

As Senator John McCain has pointed out, more people live under democratic rule in Asia than in any other region of the world.

This development is one of the most profound in the history of the world.
It owes a great deal to the fifty year resilience of Indian democracy.

It also owes much to the innate thirst of people everywhere to live in freedom. But it would not have been possible without the far-sightedness of the US policymakers who oversaw Japan’s transition from militarist autocracy to democracy and economic powerhouse.

Nor could it have happened without the security umbrella the United States continues to provide and without US trade and investment.

As a result, global power is shifting east – from the Atlantic Ocean to the Indian and Pacific Oceans.

The growth of China has cast a long shadow. That growth has been at the heart of a process which has seen the historic emergence of a huge Asian middle class.

According to World Bank estimates more than 500 million people in the Asian Pacific region will have been added to the world’s middle class by the year 2030. The economic and political implications of this are immense.


Not least are they immense for China herself. The more China approaches the epicentre of globalisation the greater will become the tension between that country’s increasing economic liberalisation and her continued political authoritarianism.

Much of the Chinese leadership pretends that no such tension exists. Yet we know that the opposite is the case and that at some point China will face an accounting with ideology.

Australia has built a valuable and very pragmatic partnership with China. There are mutual benefits which we both recognise and enjoy. There are, however, no illusions on our part that we don’t still deal with an authoritarian nation with scant regard for the democratic values of our societies.

In the twelve years that I dealt with the Chinese leadership that intense pragmatism was always there. Where a direct Chinese national interest was involved there was a single minded pursuit of the optimum outcome for China.

If no particular national interest was at stake pragmatic accommodation was the order of the day.

Shared values and a common commitment to democracy make for open societies, a precondition for genuine understanding and trust. They provide strong glue for enduring alliances.

For this reason I like to say of Japan that Australia has no better friend in the region. My government was committed to strengthening our strategic relationship with Japan. I can see no reason why, in time, we should not seek to formalize that partnership.

It is also why I am excited about India’s growing role. It seems to me natural and obvious that Australia, the United States, Japan and the other powers in the region sharing their values should work together closely to tackle shared problems.

This should not be seen as a threat or a challenge to China.

Despite being divided by ideology, Australia and the United States, each in different ways, enjoy excellent relationships with China.

Indeed, I do not think the Bush Administration gets enough credit for the effectiveness of its Asia policy, which has rested on simultaneously strengthening relations with its maritime democratic Asian allies, Southeast Asian nations and India at the same time as it has developed a much more robust and pragmatic relationship with China.

Some in Australia like to see our alliance with the United States and our relationship with China as a zero-sum game. Some would have us position ourselves equidistant between the two – or even, naively, seek to mediate between Washington and Beijing.

The reality, however, is that we can never have the sort of intimate strategic relationship with China that we have with the United States because of the very different nature of the Chinese political system.

What we can do is to continue to build on our common interests with China while making clear that we will not compromise our values or our core strategic interests. This was the bedrock of my government’s approach to China, and I commend it to our successors.

Nowhere is the democratic transformation of Asia more striking than in Indonesia.

As the most heavily populated Islamic nation in the world, Indonesia’s embrace, with comparatively little bloodshed, of democracy ten years ago was a remarkable event, which to this day has enjoyed far less acknowledgement than it manifestly deserved.

Not only was the military dictatorship of the former Soeharto regime removed but the peaceful transfer of power between a number of Presidents thereafter and ultimately the election by popular vote of President Yudhiyono was a huge achievement.

So much depends upon the continued strength of democracy in Indonesia. If it persists that will frustrate the cause of radical extremist Islamic organisations who have a clear vested interest in the failure of democracy.

President Yudhiyono, a leader of great moderation and integrity, is crucial to perceptions within the Islamic world. If this pro western, democratic leader succeeds that is a huge setback for extremists. If he doesn’t then the extremist cause will have been mightily advanced.

The reality that threats to our way of life can only be dealt with effectively by like-minded free societies acting together to confront them carries a warning for America’s critics in the West. They should be careful of what they wish for.

They may not see the preservation of American power and prestige as a desirable end in itself but they should remember that we still live in a world of nation states.

The past decade has seen clear examples of the incapacity of multilateral organisations to deal effectively with major security challenges.

Whether you call it collective action or a coalition of the willing or simply the determination of like minded allies to act in common to achieve a specific purpose, we still live in a world where real results can only be achieved by countries who share common values being determined to act in pursuit of those values.

As the most powerful force for good in the world community, the United States remains the ultimate guarantor of the way of life that most of us in the West wish to continue to enjoy.

Those who hold to conservative values continue to face a major ideological battle.

The left liberal grip on educational institutions and large, though not all, sections of the media remains intense.

Global warming has become a new battleground. The same intellectual bullying and moralising, used in other debates, now dominates what passes for serious dialogue on this issue.

That having been said, the past twenty-five years have seen striking conservative gains. It was Ronald Reagan’s strength and determination, nourished by his positive and optimistic view of freedom and American life, that brought down the evil empire.

The left liberal view then was one of great power accommodation, tinged on occasions with moral equivalence.

Margaret Thatcher’s transformation of Britain was, ironically enough, to be vindicated by Tony Blair’s embrace of her changes to Britain’s labour laws.

He confronted his nation’s unions and his own party with the news that those changes had to stay. Britain then learnt that the old “beer and sandwiches at No. 10” approach to resolving industrial disputes, when union leaders and government ministers met to decide how many more hundreds of millions of pounds of taxpayers’ money would be poured into the latest failing nationalised industry, had gone forever.

On a smaller scale, in my own country, a number of the more conservative social policies of my government have been endorsed by the new Australian government. The sincerity of its conversion will be tested by experience of office.

But our strongest grounds for optimism lie in something that Peggy Noonan drew attention to in her tribute to William Buckley in last Friday’s “Wall Street Journal”.

She reminded us that the conservative values we hold to are grounded in the unshakeable realities of life – governments serve people, not the reverse, that freedom is good and must be defended against all assaults, whether from those of communism in earlier years or Islamic fascism today and that strong competitive markets produce the best economic results".

Arthur Terrorist is not a terrorist.

A man who no sane person would ever associate with terrorism.


Mr Arthur Terrorist, an immigrant from Pakistan and now a British citizen, has denied he is a terrorist. “I admit it’s quite a coincidence but it’s just my name. Terrorist is a common family name in the region where I grew up in Pattootie Province. And a lot of the local people are called Arthur as well. All of my Maiden Aunt's fourteen son's were called Arthur. In fact her name was Arthur. I never really thought about it until now”, he said.

After arriving in the UK, Mr Terrorist bought a small property from his brother Mohammed who is a real estate and Mosque developer. The house at Number 42 Death to Infidels Way, on the New Jihad Estates, is typical of those now being built in very large numbers in the Islington area. “Again, it’s just a coincidence with these names and of course, some bigots and racists may find them ‘controversial’, but I can’t see it really", said Mr Terrorist.

Arthur continued, “Ok, before I get asked again, yes my nickname is ‘Islamist Bomb Maker’, but it’s just a pet joke name. We always laugh about it. Well, actually not that much”.

"My brother Mohammad, my other brother, has also suffered from discrimination just because he's a Muslim. I don't know how many times Mo has come home from an Islamist and Socialist Left Solidarity screamfest in tears. All because only fifteen thousand people and Ken Livingstone were applauding his sign with the simple message of peace, 'Behead those who insult Islam!' But that's bigotry for you".

When asked if he could honestly say that he has never been involved in any terrorist activity, Arthur Terrorist replied, “Of course not! I’m not a terrorist! Absolutely not. Are you crazy?! That’s outrageous! Never crossed my mind. Never heard of it. Ya kidding? Absurd! I love peace. Oh yeah, I’m just nuts about peace! Nope, never, not even a teensy, weensy, eensy bit. No.

Though everyone else I know, is a terrorist”.

Sam Newman leaves a lasting impression in under 2:45.

Melbourne ex-footballer, TV celebrity and man of some interest, Sam Newman, performs 'Begin the Beguine' at the annual AFL, P.J O'Rourke Dinner. The bar opens at seven and fights start at half-past.


In Melbourne they have ‘The Footy Show’, a generally sunny, sometimes nerve wracking and peculiar, analysis and antic filled TV program dedicated to all things footy more or less. I turned it on as Sam Newman, the mysterious to me and wonderfully loud footballer and more, gestured for those so inclined to follow him out of the studio to the yard. There was from dodgy memory, a hoop about one and a half tennis courts away.

Sam carried a football and standing with his back to the hoop that was at the opposite end to him, he said something like “I’m going to knock this ball three times into that ring”. And he did. It was a moment, fantastic and kind of hilariously impressive all at once. I dug it. Everyone was duly damn impressed and I could see that even his peers, who have known him a long time, were buzzing too. It was really something.

It wasn’t just that he did it, and that was enough, but it was his demeanour before, during and after he did it. It was more than mere nonchalance or a casual tone. It was for him it seemed, like breathing, except Newman could breathe better than anyone else, making mere civilians appear like dying fish sucking air on a pier. And it hinted at a lot more beneath this swingin’ free sample I witnessed.

I’ve never forgotten it and I wonder what effect it may have had on me if I saw such surprising and local men when I was a kid. He’s a funny guy, eh? There’s something more to young Samuel than meets the eye, though you never can tell with such ah, off handedness. But there’s gotta be, Mister!

And there is. Sam Newman does what can appear the most deliberately provocative and clownish things because er, they mildly are. But he’s a lotta fun and that face is not the face of a fool. Though I've done some incompetent research, I still know little about Newman really. So my opinions are limited and in er, contention as they say at Wikipedia.

"…Most people you meet are wankers, pure and simple. Women are schemers, men are liars. That is all you have to remember". Does he like women? "Of course I do. But I'm just about the only heterosexual left in my street. I'm thinking of leaving the country before being gay becomes compulsory. I like women. Just remember they are schemers". Sam Newman in The Age newspaper.

Though once, we did own a café right in front of where Newman sometimes liked to do his interviews of random locals, who were often oddly willing dupes for a particular style of pseudo ritualised humiliation and ridicule. Maybe he'd be one of the few celebrities in Australia I’d perhaps like to get to know privately. But what do I know?

'Newman lives by himself in Brighton. He spends much time alone but says he is not lonely. "The sweetest sound in life is the back door shutting. No, the back gate. First there is Sinatra, then Count Basie, then the back gate." Sam Newman in The Age.

So maybe his natural schtick can seem kinda Graham Kennedy via sub-Don Rickles and Peter Cook and a little bit of a cement mixer, but mostly Sam Newman. A ballsy, smart, skilful, honest and energetic guy, he also looks more than a little like P.J O’Rourke. So far some folks have said “he ain’t no good!” Maybe so. Or maybe Newman is merely dealing with the jungle of celebrity. Maybe he’s a bastard or his judgement is off and sometimes on. Newman is also surprisingly open.

I can say though, that there are absolutely no bastards in sports and media management. Not one.

"And he would say: why do you get in verbal stoushes with people, why don't you just walk away? Why? Because with people who have a mission, an agenda, why let them get away with it at your expense? Why let people roll over you?" Sam Newman.


Sam Newman now has an awful prostrate cancer and delivered some straight lines that leave a clear feeling of a lot more going on, which in this case, there obviously is. Unsurprisingly, I imagine the actual Newman exists only out of public view, but what do I know? Who wouldn’t? More than a few people could quite easily top any of Sam’s fairly harmless japes for threat. People are gee, sometimes dangerous.

Now I just happened to catch this little piece of TV and I wonder now what other things I may have missed? And one of the reasons I didn’t catch more, is that my folks thought sport was mostly boring, repetitive and pointless group crap of no real importance and merely a game. And they were right and wrong.

It’s not just about the game itself per se, though for many it can be. It’s the intrinsic context of the culture and the people, and the times in which they play these curious games with rules, history, tradition and therefore, er, human meaning. No, really. Sometimes it’s one of the few way's out for people.

For my parents generation, there wasn't today's conspicuous and vast amounts of cash involved in sport. My parents tended to think along the lines of how not to spend money and not how to actually make a lot of it. Two very different mentalities. It's the wealth as a pizza view. Thus, they had little money.

When I was a kid, if you didn’t like sport, you were an outsider and a freak. I was naturally an outsider and a freak due to my utter cluelessness. And also that when growing up, most things were incredibly boring and useless as it turned out, especially sport.

“What a surprise! Even Sam Newman has learnt to express what the rest of the world has known for years. AFL is a boring & negative regional past-time! If it was a real sport it would be played internationally & more intelligent people would commentate on it. Ban Sam, ban AFL. Other than a few hundred thousand people, no-one in the world would care”. The Age forum comment.

A visiting Dutchman once said that “We Europeans love soccer, but it’s not real life. But for many Australians, only sport is real life. All else is shadow”.

And thus, like all neo-bohemian oddball kids, I was sports and social wise, in those very shadows for most of my childhood. I remember very well that when most adult males would first talk to you, they’d ask “And what team do you barrack for, little tacker?!”

Sadly, I had not developed the great social skill of bare faced lying and soon as I meekly answered I didn’t follow any team because, er, I was uninterested in er, football. Well, they’d invariably just turn around and walk away as if they’d just finished urinating on a wall. It’s hard for a kid to not think that such people are dumb peasants and er, I ain’t never gonna connect here no how, ever.

Rather self-fulfilling. It’s a little better today, I believe. Sadly, few adults ever said to me, "Hey, little tacker. What film directors do you like? Like African Safaris? You gotta read this book! I'll show ya how to make Italian and dance, and then it's easy to meet broads when you can shave etc".

“The ONLY guy in footy who says it like it is, and publicly voices a lot of opinions that a lot of other commentators would love to say if not in fear of losing a high paid job”. Comment by Shawnee on Yahoo.

What irks me is that between my parents uninterested narrow mindedness toward seeing any value in anything about any sport, and the kinda dominating working class thing of sport as a replacement for er, sometimes almost everything, well, the average sleepwalking and uncool kid that I was, tended to feel a little squeezed.

‘There was Sam Newman's message to kids: "I used to like to try and relax before games by being on my own", he wrote, "but many of the players like the company of their team-mates", It seems that Newman has preferred the sound of the back gate most of his life’. The Age.

Now I would have dug a little more choice of light and shade. Every boy needs some kind of ‘Field of Dreams’ mentor, even if you don’t end up doing any sport at all, opting instead for dismantling a 600CC Triumph motorcycle on a canvas in the lounge room, or setting up a full drum kit in the kitchen. Do not tell Ma and she’ll never know.

Boys need to be guided in actions with confident, mature males who can show them the hidden simplicity, value and surprisingly useful meaning found in the handy metaphor of many sporty pursuits and other things. Yep, there are other things. Some kind of epic moments in which through being part of something seemingly ordinary, you can be lifted up and out of yourself, and connected to all things by what are rituals as an experience. No, really.

It can be entirely good and normalising to do sport once you stop hitting each other. It can also be a big negative wave, man. Let's face it. It's filled with dangerous and unstable cretins one step from a lynch mob. But that's enough about AFL management.

“Always with the negative waves!” Donald Sutherland as Oddball, in the 1971 film ‘Kelly’s Heroes’.

“I think Sam should be free to say what he thinks. Problem is that, for Sam, thinking is a rare event. I have never liked the juvenile, "football lout" humor typified by Newman's style, and I doubt I ever will. Making fun of other people's shortcomings is one of the uglier aspects of being Australian. Sadly, Newman is not the only offender. As long as Triple M and other stations insist on employing loutish ex football players as broadcasters, I will continue to avoid them. I haven't used too many multisyllabic words here, have I? ”. The Age forum comment.


But sport means many positives like physical fitness, friendship, achievement and can lead to martial arts, travel and er, motorbikes. And you can’t ignore it, especially the flying beer cans. It’s there and part of life whether it helps you live in reality or avoid it. I just prefer to chose to enjoy something, and not be buried alive in it, as you often are in Australia.

Sport is mundane to mythic, like baseball in America, cricket in England or soccer in Italy. It’s funny, but when I never did any sport, I thought it sucked, but what the Hell did I know? Nuttin’. But once I actually got even a little involved, it became quite something else. I really liked the fre fruit. And with a son of my own, I can’t be a totally unhip non-sport Dad. I can’t, Mister! It can be a real limiting drag, like dating women and not being able to dance.

Sportland can be dumb as dust, maybe because it’s essentially about repeated action or spectatorship in a controlled environment, but that’s the appeal. It’s a tactical mistake to deny its place completely, just as it’s a strategic mistake to think it’s everything. Cutting out completely can tend to make one a little er, supercilious, like the smug non-drinker at a party, looking down on the Plebes and the gauche. And overloading on it is like being suffocated, but without the laughs.

“…Let's state the truth about Newman.

The Nine Footy Show's Newman is a moral and intellectual creep who has made a profession of holding ordinary Australians far less fortunate than himself up to public ridicule. He is a disgusting hypocrite who boasts of his adultery and who has turned his sexually abusive behaviour into a way of life. The fact that he has been assaulted for his infidelities and run over by a girlfriend is testimony enough to the sort of person he is.

Newman has little idea of right and wrong and less of how to behave in public”. Gerald Charles Wilson dot com.

Sport’s a great connecter and leveller but then so are plenty of other things, and not just because of the mindless violence and as a great way to meet Bogans, the toothless and blonde Grid girls in incredibly small shorts. Sport is one of the few times that life is controllable, predictable and makes sense, mostly. Oddly, that doesn’t seem to apply to Gridiron though.

No wonder people want to spend relief time in Sportland. Action as they say, counts. Though to disagree with the cliché of it, not always as much as words do, eh? The two are not mutually exclusive, despite the best efforts of the sports commentarial and the er, disturbingly rote sportsman ‘interview’, a very close relative of the musician ‘interview’.

Sports Hack: “How do you think you’ll go in Saturday’s match, Felix?”

Felix Brick, Full Forward and Frontal Lobe: “Er, I reckon if we play better than the other team, we’re gonna win. If we don’t, I reckon we’ll lose”.

Music ‘journalist’: “Do you read music?”

Adrian Snibdn: “They have that now?”

“What a joke that in the same week that Derryn Hinch defames a legend after his death and has no case to answer that Sam Newman is stood down for commentating the way he sees the game. Is it going to get to the point where commentators are to be reduced to robotic clichéd calls the way that coaches and players are when they front the media.

MMM management say they are hopeful for Newman to go back on air provided he does away with his negative style. Whatever happened to commentators calling the game objectively, if Sam feels the game is going under then why can't he let the public now.

When the CEO of the AFL has come out publicly and admitted that certain areas of the game in being played in a negative manner I don't see why a commentator can't reflect this in his call.

The likes of Newman, Taylor and Brayshaw all call the game with a passion and I would hate to see this passion silenced by those more interested in the corporate dollar than in presenting the football loving public with a colourful and unbiased call”. The Age forum comment.

Apart from the successful elite of sport, you can’t really live in Sportworld forever, anymore than you can live in anti-Sportland permanently. There will always be some kind of breach. But like one of Sam’s tutu wearing, pie explosion, fire extinguisher humiliations and embarrassment fiasco’s gone too far, or depending on your view, not far enough, it’s a great place to visit. I imagine Newman doesn't drag his TV persona such as it is one, home.

Through the peculiarities and compromises of training and team work, we can leave as ourselves. And through games and rituals we can perhaps, like Sam Newman in his focus and clarity, hit that damn hoop three times in a row. Because we not only want to and have to, but because we said we can and because we are. No, really.

It's a funny old world, innit?

Clinton, the host with the most, explains the hiring of White House staff under 'The Bill'.


The worlds foremost pair of clinical narcissists, the Clinton's, telephoned me last week, merely to deny that they had ever telephoned me. Bill asked about reversing the charges, or my wife completely dropping them. For a cool million or two...

What should one wear if Bill Clinton's coming? I'll get the wife to wear white! That’s why Bill got blow jobs in the White House. To hide the stains! By the way, Bill dropped in again yesterday and while I was busy, he took all the grapes from the table and must have hidden them in the small and crumpled bag he had with him, that wasn't Hillary.

I said, "Bill, have you seen the grapes that were here?" And I swear, he looked me straight in the eye and said, "There were no grapes on the table at any time!" Is there something wrong with Slick? Sheesh, a man can't even leave fruit unattended around a Clinton.

Al Gore also dropped by and I’ll never forget what he said.

“I enjoy collecting toffee wrappers during the week, so that if it is precipitous, I can spend Saturday afternoons spreading them out. Do you know that if you add the area of an entire lifetimes worth of wrappers that they could cover the New Hebrides? Of course, I could never consume such a vast amount of toffees. No, such a vastness would be out of my league. That's more for your professionals like Al Gore”.

Colonel Neville: “But you’re Al Gore”.

Gore: “If only I was Colonel, if only I was”.

Gore inspires me less than the feeling I'd get trapped in an eternal caravan park seaside holiday watching daytime telly in the rain, while listening to Scottish Favourites, the Mrs Mills Band and a BBC sound effects record of a linoleum factory, while Ken Loach makes a 'real life' documentary of every moment of it over several decades, and my Mother never stops ironing, repeating endlessly, “Who was that English singer again, you know, the one with the big lips? Was it Mark Jacker? Mike Jenkins? Marty Jabber?”

As luck would have it, Gore and Bill both came together, so to speak. Bill immediately grasped my arm with both hands, looked me straight in the eye as usual, and said, “You know, it's not sex that's over rated, it's not having sex that's over rated. Or having sex with people who think sex is over rated. Mind blowing sex is invariably under rated by those who don't rate at sex at all.

The more alive, energetic and complete a human being you are, the more you want to, and are able to share this with somebody who is hopefully the same. Lack of this or a boring and tragic mis-match, is the basis of most, if not all sexual frustration and otherwise.

By the way, do you have anymore of those delicious grapes?”

Colonel Neville: “Ah-hah! How do you know they were delicious, eh?”

Clinton: “Er, Albert told me. Hey, Albert! Did you finally finish that scale model of your Carbon Credits Company Headquarters? It looked exciting, man”.

Al Gore: “Well, thank you Bill. In fact I haven’t yet. I need more power. But I should be ramped up enough to apply the decals next month …and do you know that the Australian bull ant can…”

I didn’t catch the rest as I gestured to Gore to stop, by using a wooden mallet on his head, and then I ran out the door and down the street screaming.

“You know” said Bill, as I returned with a makeshift ‘Cone of Silence' that he inhaled, “few people are serious about diarrhoea, but I am. I feel that the people of America deserve more. Al and I, and our many progressive friends in Hollywood where this movement all began, are going to get diarrhoea back on the screen where it belongs. We got a slogan. It's one of Al's.

Diarrhoea! When do we want it? Never!’ What do ya think, Colonel?”

Colonel Neville: “Hey, the pizza’s here!”

"Hillary and I have got a great idea for universal health care that really is for the whole Universe! And dig this. It won't cost a dollar! It can be funded entirely with recycled asteroids, easily processed into Drywall!" said William Jefferson, while he dried a cigar over a candle.

It was a funny evening. Al did his impressions of the living and Clinton, with his smooth and highly polished charm, in fact it was surprisingly shiny, eventually brought the whole table to a climax.

Empty and meaningless visitation by Leftard entirely symbolic.

The PC Left inhabit a grossly distorted, fraudulent, disconnected, hideously bloated and profoundly boring reality. NEVER, I repeat, never voluntarily allow one to enter your own home.



“The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends”. Friedrich Nietzche.
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Bill Cosby said if you haven’t seen someone for over twelve years, don’t.

Dear sports, regards a recent and hopefully final encounter I regrettably had with a parody of Leftardism, I’ll start at the last debilitating sighting and unexpected mutual good riddance party of said vegetable creep by a screaming idiot. Er, me. Hey, here’s a real surprise. A lot of Left people are extreme vegans! How unexpected eh? Oh yes, wheat grass kids also believe that Astrology is er, cough, a 'science!' Sure it is.

The reason I’m being kind of harsh, apart from being a bastard, is due to one of the last things he offered before I threw da bum out. And yes rather badly I might add. Though amazingly, neither of us actually became physical. We must be Saints of some kind...Er, no.

After knowing each other more off than on since we were twenty, Turnip Boy then decided as you do, to threaten to assault me in my own home, which sadly, would have been in front of my five year old son. Oh yes he did. I'm sure he regrets it. I certainly did.

"The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there". L.P. Hartley.

All in all a fairly depressing encounter with a classic sub-set and logical end result, of a now ex-pal, being infected with a daft kind of Left Liberal Fascism, luckily sans any effectiveness. Jonah Goldberg explains such tragedy in his great book ‘Liberal Fascism’.

I think something about character and the lack thereof, flows on from this, eh? His and mine. I felt that any unemployable pretence as heroes of any people, tended to vanish right there. Now it's more about the Salad Nibbler as a test case of believing in Left junk, and the sad, crippled creatures we can all become. That's if one insists on repeating the fantasies and naff drives of our generally clueless and narcissistic youth.

Yep, as a callow, boorish and a generally clueless youth myself, membership was compulsory! But I did have some spunk, humour and curiosity. But we leave those salad minded days behind don't we, unless quite mad.

Sure, if you’re a rich and venal Hollywood freak, a deluded celebrity, a nicely tenured academic and so on, you can prattle on forever spouting pure Leftard gold sans any empirical proof whatsoever, cos you can afford to. However, if you’re the average schlub, you merely become “that guy who is always after a cigarette, or $20 bucks and just won’t stay out of your fridge, and he always has that mournful hang dog look". Yowzer.

Reminds me of my 20's.

“Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy”. Nora Ephron.

And man, I did handle it all so very, very badly. There’s something about facing an unpleasant situation within your own home, that can make me become rather uniquely unhinged, as all previous clarity flies out the window on a greased rocket of emotions. It always has a very 3:AM, aggravated burglary feel about it, because really, it kinda is. Yep, I was 'orrible and ridiculous, really.

Grab the lampshade and its “…Get the Hell out of my house, you Mother!”

The people I knew over twenty-five years ago were really just useless and foolish children, as I often was too. You could only rely on them to alternatively let you down, welch off you, steal something from you or let the electricity get disconnected. Hey, he was one of the few trustworthy chums I knew at the time. But yep, we were very young and pretty dim, even with the electricity on. And we were vaguely for some kind of absurd idiot styled 'Revolution!', but couldn't even organise lunch. No, literally.

Why did I change to a Conservative Libertarian kind of guy, still tryin' to make it in the big city, from the largely hopeless disaster of Leftish hued bohemianism? I had to, Mister! Er, because Leftism as a lifestyle choice stinks, due to the harsh fact that reality is relentlessly Conservative, as any parent knows.

And like everyone else who is sane, I eventually learned to tie my own shoe laces, almost, my acne cleared up and personally, I was always a Christian. I married a Japanese woman, we have a beautiful son, I started two restaurants, I got an education, I bought property, I put some effort into learning new things, I started bathing regularly mostly with the support of said wifey and so on. And I failed plenty, I mean really and appallingly failed, but I got up and kind of kept on trying in my chaotic and er, rather messy way.

If only life had 'Wrong Way Go Back!' signs. I only have one fault, no really. Sadly there's a lot of them.

And anyway, have you seen what middle-aged Socialist women look like? It’s as if Mother Goose was genetically modified with a Romanian potato farmer and Andrea Dworkin. What’s with the popularity of the grey Prince Valiant bob, plus raised fist and rainbow T-shirt ensemble? Er, no thanks. I like adult contemporary cool and grooming.

“Natural” can just as easily mean rolling in the dirt naked and without any dental plan.

Yep, reading lots and lots and lots and thanking God or Berners Lee, for the Internet helped. I lived overseas, I'm intelligent, I have a sense of humour and as far as any human being can, I like the truth of things where it counts. I couldn't bear to stay anything like I was at 25 or even 30. Why bother? It's creepy and it wasn't so great at the time.

And Left politics if anything, are like a perpetual childhood tantrum. The Left are merely the brats who look at the world and say, "I want it MY way, now! Or I'm gonna scream and hold my breath! I will! I hate you all!"

“Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully like other people”. James Russell Lowell.

Embarrassingly true. What irks me is how much we have in common! He's recently responded and I must concede on several er, points. Hence the three day re-edit period.If only people were nice, eh?

“In science, 'fact' can only mean 'confirmed to such a degree that it would be perverse to withhold provisional assent.' I suppose that apples might start to rise tomorrow, but the possibility does not merit equal time in physics classrooms”. Stephen Jay Gould.

It's also handy to have no ridiculous and essentially neurotic Utopian yearnings. Mere projections, kids. And to value what we have now and who we really are as human beings. So naturally I long ago became bored at the irrational contradictions of Left non-thinking and sickened by their insane beliefs.

On the rare occasion that I used to hear about some ancient dope head I once knew, well, their trajectory was usually ugly, deviant, illogical, ungrounded, perverse and er, perfectly Left. And so it was with my recent unpleasant encounter. Picture my angry guest as a wilted celery stick about six foot three and there you have it. We looked like some entirely unfunny comedy duo. Two straight men and no comic relief.

“Neurotics build castles in the air, psychotics live in them. My mother cleans them”. Rita Rudner.

What such people want out of life, beyond the seemingly pointless, I’ll never know. Why visit me? I have nothing they want. I who have nothing. I don’t believe in vampires and the average Lefty is uncannily like one, if only to themselves. Calling out of the blue to visit me cos he was visiting someone else. Great, but maybe just try to want to visit me for a change, eh? I finally realised that some folks may have a limited interest in either other people, or especially me.

When David Frost, the famous opportunist and bore once rang up the wonderful Peter Cook to ask him over for a party that was going to be attended as David said, by Princess Margaret and a host of swinging sixties celebrities, Cook said “One moment. I have to consult my diary”.

There was the sound of rustling pages and then Peter returned to the phone and said, “Unfortunately, I see that on that night, I‘m watching television”.

Must remember.

So, King Lettuce turns up two hours late just as I have to get my son to bed. There is no schedule for some. It’s all la de dah unless it’s about er, them. He wonders why I’m a little uncomfortable apart from the facts of family life, and that he maybe has nothing interesting to say. That happen's if one never, ever reads anything at all and get all non-insight from TV, lazy gossip and possibly retarded chums. Yes, that may be it.

“A great many people think they are thinking when they are really rearranging their prejudices”. William James.

My son kinda got it right the first time when he said to the Lettuce Leaf Kid, “You’re afraid I think”.

Yep, Leftism makes you paranoid about almost everything except the real dangers of paranoid Leftism! For folks who believe in radical change so much, changing themselves seems er, a challenge. Some folks should face that they really have no talent, but then "every one's an artist!" Er, no.

People who have not been able to swing a long-term relationship, which admittedly are hideous arrangements, tend to make themselves into anti-social freaks, and profoundly tedious, super fussy mega bores, at best. The great thing about marriage etc, is that you can spend your life with someone who is already like that.

"An unexamined life is not worth living". Socrates.

Funny, I’ve worked in aged care, and in many ways, the Left reminds me of the old, the decrepit and the senile. Physically, Pumpkin Boys can appear to be wading through molasses under the influence of several Valiums.

Junior Beetroots are sometimes so narrow minded and set in their ways that you can hardly talk about anything. There is too much that normal people do they they don't. The lack of interest and the incuriousness really irks me too. Irk I do. It's a disconnect I find profoundly disturbing. The dumbest bastards I've known are people who believe essentially radical views are normal.

He said to me as he flopped on my couch sans energy, “I’m happy because John Howard has gone!” Riight. Good for you, laughing boy.

I asked him repeatedly why he was saying this crap to me and would he stop? You know I'll get riled, riled I will. Why not tell me a dull tale about buying some salad, another Asian girl, getting up at lunch to prepare for bed, or digging some cable porn? I don't know. If I wanted boredom, failure and madness, I can stay at home.

But he was if anything, oddly possessed of a burst of vegetable determination. Being a weird super vegan, tea, coffee or anything is refused, so you're always left hanging there minus regular social protocol, so to speak.

Colonel Neville: "So yo want tea, coffee, fruit juice, water or plasma?"

Celery Man: "No. Nothing".

Colonel Neville: "Great. So er', what ya been doin'? Watched any inspiring cable?" And it's all down hill from there.

And all food beyond some kind of even narrower sub-set of the organically approved is it seems, off limits, except for peculiarly random junk food! But no er, tea. Riiight. Too deadly. Gonna kill ya. Killed millions. Any social occasion plus a vegan or two, usually starts off annoyingly odd and sour and can get only more so.

“It’s the first time I feel proud to be an Australian!”, he drivelled. Er, apparently because PM Rudd said the word sorry, and signed the incredible Kyoto fraud and fantasy.

So that would be the proud Australian whose been getting some kind of support from our apparently shameful country since about 1979? No shame there then? Especially when there is entirely nothing wrong beyond the wrong headed? I'm not crazy about my own government funded guitar scholarship either.

Hitler was a vegetarian. Which is hardly surprising, as many vegetarians are Hitler.

The Left have much in common with Hitler, who was a man of the Left and believed entirely in everything the Left does. He added anti-Semitism etc, and called his movement the National Socialist Workers Party, and for very good reasons. Read Jonah Goldbergs latest book called [Left] 'Liberal Fascism'. The Left are violently passionate, nihilistic, Socialist and Utopian fraud driven and at core, Totalitarian creeps. They dream of ever bigger government and are desirous of state power for their insane pet ‘causes’, like environmentalism and nationalising everything.

The Left are often virulently anti-Christian while accepting of any embarrassing Paganism. They are more likely to be New Age boobs who believe in anything but the facts. They are curiously youth obsessed, naturally anti-Capitalist where it suits and repelled by contrary evidence.

“I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult”. EB White.


But back to the future with the spiritual leader of the Carrot People. Now he's not a bad person, despite the ruined tete a tete. So why the attraction to the bad ideas of Lefty bilge? I don't know.

Most everything Left is entirely ineffective and merely abstract. The theoretical nature of this ideology appeals to a certain type of fool over and over again. Leftism is not really about action per se, at least not sane and constructive actions, but about emotions and feeling pretty damn smug about yourself. That’s until they get into power, then its the freeway of incompetence via one disastrous policy after another, the utterly meaningless posturing of the empty sham and the the totally symbolic as 'achievement'.

Captain Coconut said how PM Rudd had “...done so much. He's signed the Kyoto Protocol and said sorry to the Stolen Generations!” Er, no. He's done entirely nothing. All symbolic by definition and there were no “Stolen Generations”. Give me two names. Er, no. If there were 'Stolen Generations', it then follows that one could provide a generation of names...but no.

“But there was a racist policy to take away the kids!” So what was the name of this policy? When was it enacted and by whom? What year etc, etc?

The Guest: "Dunno. I don't have time for all that!".

As per usual modus operandi, they can't seem to stay on a single point, but it was “The White Australia Policy!” Er, no. That’s an immigration policy.

“They’re all the same!” Er, no. “You mean the media made it all up?” I didn’t know that there was that much in the MSM that was not made up. Funny innit, how such folks will switch in an instant from saying the media is a Vast Right Wing Conspiracy, to trusting and believing in the MSM entirely. He raved on in this cliched and naturally incoherent manner for about twenty minutes, but it felt like slow time travel in the wrong direction.

I knew I’d ask in vain for him to quote me the alleged temperature figure variation that Kyoto will allegedly achieve in about fifty years time. Yeah, they say about 0.05 percent! Less than the normal variable fluctuations. A steal at trillions of your tax dollars. Global Warming is the big lie of the century and a massive tax funded gravy train fraud.

Global Warming Ideology = Global Socialism.

I asked do you think it more likely or less likely that any authority will act to remove the many hundreds of Aboriginal children from where they are being neglected, assaulted, raped and murdered, now that Kevin Rudd’s phoney sorry fiasco has said that Koori kids were stolen? These deaths are happening er, now.

See, I finally got sucked into a pointless and doomed er, 'discussion', a la moonbat! And all because I have a dreadful temper and think I should bother to offer my pointless view. Er, why bother?

I asked him, at what level of Koori abuse do you think authorities should act, like now? No answer. I've had this sad one way conversation with people one time too many. It doesn’t matter what you say, it doesn't matter if kids are dying so it seems, as long as one feels damn good about ones own superficial pose and great...words! All Leftism follows the same asymmetrical logic of stupidity and outrageously irresponsible consequence.

In the middle of a classic Left trope of allegedly caring so much about someone or something, I like to say, no you don’t. You don’t really care at all, not a monkey's, about either the Iraqi’s, Aboriginals or anyone else, or you may do some damn real research sans the conceit. 'Causes' are handy ciphers for ideology, kids, which is always the primary concern. The look on their faces is always the same; a kind of embarrassed and guilty shock that someone does indeed have their number.

“Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it”. Jane Wagner.

He became more angry and sadly, so did I, as he said "I bet you even voted for Howard this time!" I was then informed by the self-tossing salad, that this made me a "Right wing bigot Fascist!" He had to say it. They always do.

I've always thought of myself more as a bastard really.

It was at about this stage I believe, that I got even a little too pissed off, and said I'll damn well vote for whoever I want, pal. And this is my impression of an open door! Sadly, this was after he had already started to leave, so it did lose the desired effect.

Funny how Leftism is so allegedly 'Democratic', that they'll let you vote for whoever they want.

They do get shrill and grab hysterically to crazy unproven non-solutions to the human condition, which are forever seen as a 'problem'. Curiously, these non-ideas are invariably such incorrect readings of actual human nature that they're utterly inhuman answers to anything whatsoever.

Why do the Left obsess about such bunk, junk and canards? maybe because they want to project a superior image of themselves onto you and the world, by any means necessary. And it sure beats looking in the mirror at a shabby personal reality. I myself, avoid the bathroom during the day.

For the Left, much better to say the ‘real problem’ is out there, in the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy that exists only in the boring and humourless of mind.

“An old Air Force phrase is that when you’re catching flak, you must be over the target”.

The Left is perhaps defined by finding it difficult to tolerate any opposing views and if you do have even the slightest disagreement they will eventually call you a “Fascist!” By eventually, I mean about three seconds into just about any er, 'discussion'. And man, they never really want to know anything, or anything you have to say, and especially of the empirical evidence kind.

A “Fascist” is merely a Conservative who is winning an argument with a Left Liberal.


Yes, he had a girlfriend for a few months, but as tends to happen, she split because “...her Mother didn’t like the musician thing”.

Riiight. Er, no. Mom didn’t like the unemployable kind of annoying, insane loony and won't practice piano annoyer. Hey, I’ve been a musician bum and fool too many times myself, and it’s not really what I er, aspire to, but regret. That's what parents are gonna frown at. Frown they will. Man, it’s creepy to think that as a young dope, and not so long ago too, that I ever wasted a moment with any dispiriting and misfit dullards. But enough about the office.

It's hideous to me, that I was so bereft for so long, and that almost two decades later, I wasted a precious Saturday evening replaying my embarrassing limitations. But that's faux biz, folks!

Still, I did wish him Bon Voyage, but not in so many words exactly. More of uh, "Why don't cha' get a rope and hang yerself?!" Awful, but it was with a cheery wave and a smile.

“Why do you have to be a nonconformist like everybody else?” James Thurber.

OK Pilgrim.

It's easy for the Left infected to criticize John Wayne, as a large portion of the current zeitgeist, such as it is, is primarily promoted and moulded by the fashionably fatuous Left itself, and is sadly too often the default perception.

Especially for those who would struggle rather impotently to look even slightly as fine a man and human being as The Duke was, or even any good at all. And with all the authentic appeal and power of a stack of sodden activist pamphlets. Women too can find it hard to achieve such very real and supple grace as John Wayne had. Wayne was naturally repelled by crudity. Thus he was not of the Left Liberal set.

I live in the inner city where there's a lot of great looking, hip, fun and groovy gals. The effect though, can sometimes be spoiled when they speak, move or stand still. I should be so lucky. As for the fecundity to be able to raise seven children...

While I was living in Taiwan, I had some kids tell me once, that I looked like Ronald Reagan! That was when I was 29 and he was in his 70's! It must have been the Tony Curtis rockabilly hair. Yes, that was it, the hair...

As for the local guys, while I do prefer the inner city, there is the impression that confident in their masculinity, clear minded, fluid and mature men with a sure sense of identity in a William Holden sort of way, are sometimes a little thin on the ground, but what do I know? Maybe I should get around more.

Wayne had a wonderful, unique mix of strength, natural masculinity and the female element of lightness. A sprung flexibility, not unlike the great Bruce Lee. Maybe that’s why Directors said Wayne walked around like a big cat. That's presence.

A balance of light and shade are what makes us human beings and Wayne had this. It's part of why so many were drawn toward and loved him. Wayne was a beautiful individual and naturally got your instant attention. Like everyone, he had his flaws, but he was so interesting. Damn right he was somebody, and many still feel him in their heart and soul, while others who are supposed to be great by opinion, make no lasting impact worth a damn. I wish he could still be around. There are many who are merely mistaken in their limited, biased perceptions and opinions of him.

Wayne had a great sense of humour, was funny too and loved to laugh at himself. Not a big Left thing really is it, not taking yourself so seriously, while still true to your own or any real values?

For all of the often phony talk of tolerance and diversity, this can mean a narrowing to ones own peculiar views and non-ideas regards how a human being is supposed to be. Yep, diversity and choice but not that one, or that one, or that one. A natural, complete and real human being will be any damn way they please. And the nuanced and masculine seem to not be the promoted flavour of late.

The essence of Wayne was that he embodied the free individual. A responsible adult who genuinely cared for the actual people that he met and knew, showing it in daily actions. He never talked about people as mere political abstractions.

The accepted bigotry of today is reserved almost exclusively for strong individuals that happen to be white. Add American and ta dah! Add Christian or Jew and ya fine in venal creepy town and you get some nice rebel credentials too. It's freedom to express at last the right kind of bigot that you really are, and in the company of millions of other ‘right on’ and fake ‘progressive’ creeps whose only uniquely original thought is entirely narcissistic.

The Left bigots away ad nauseum on these approved targets, and how disgusting Capitalist Democracies are because they are not working when they empirically are, and usually to their great benefit, and what’s Capitalism ever done for us anyway etc?

You can do this it seems at a lot of urban dinner parties without much fear of criticism or censure. Just keep to whites, Jews or 'traitors to the cause!' black Conservatives etc.

"Er, gee Roger, I think you may be a little hyperbolic there with your line about Australia being a Fascist Racist State, the Jews controlling the biosphere and the full Burkha being a great step forward for women. Maybe it's the seafood cocktail you had?"

This is the core of the overblown vitriol commonly aimed at John Wayne. They actually do hate America and the free authentic individual. John Wayne was an actor who never hurt anyone and was very kind and generous to many, especially ordinary people. The most popular, recognisable, admired and biggest box office star of all time, John Wayne's movies have earned over $700,000,000 in old money and that's when $700,000,000 was worth something.

The Duke was a man whose films were mostly very successful entertainment. They usually told on a personal and human scale, epic themes. Humane and about choices, it was cinema that mostly concerned itself with doing the right thing at the testing point of courage, however difficult or imperfect that may be. The recurrent line was seeing clearly that there are such things as good and evil, and being able to be discriminating and rational in dealing with them.

In the end, Wayne was about being on the side of human decency, standing up for the ordinary person, the absolute fundamental of freedom. Wayne's films and personal views were, oh how gauche! Patriotic.

Well, today it’s mostly fashionable and kudos gaining to not like either really. The common man only as a handy and opportunistic cipher often presented in the negative and a deluded buffoon, and patriotism not at all. Not until our country is perfect apparently.

Or in the unlikely event that the common people of a free Democracy, would ever willingly submit to their own Left proscribed 'perfecting' through the insanity of some idiot brand of Left Socialist revolution. These days, you hear freaks who long for such Utopian fantasy bildge at eny bus stop, folks.

Left leaning twerp at an inner city Prahran dinner party: "This Fascist regime of John Howard's is stopping dissent and diversity of opinion of 'the people!"

Colonel Neville: "Er, gee, I'm a working class 'people' and I disagree with your statements as they are empirically unsubstantiated Leftist rubbish and nonsense. What do you say to my dissent and diversity of opinion, wee wee pants? Um, if it's so bad here, why aren't you so frightened that you're catching the next plane to Fidel's Cuban Wonderland? They have every Leftist's dream policy in place and all are fully acted upon".

Fatuous Twerpo: "You are a Fascist!"

Colonel Neville: "Er, but I own a restaurant and I have no divisions of Blackshirts".

Glib twerpo: "Right wing Imperialist!"

Colonel Neville: "Er, sorry about that. I didn't realise my fist was closed."

Regards Wayne’s anti-Communist actions in 1950's Hollywood, he was completely correct. Any decent person should naturally be anti-Left, anti-Communist, just as you should be anti-Islamist, anti-Nazi, anti-Che the child killer or anti-rapist.

You don't have to hate the local breed of fluffy, deluded, dangerous individuals and untrue believers that curiously may be otherwise decent people, though often are not. And Wayne didn't hate them. He had no interest in punishing those who admitted that they were wrong to support Communism. The Duke said that, "It takes a lot of courage to admit you are wrong".

Sadly, the scandal of the 20th Century is that few on the Left ever admit to being wrong about anything, in fact they believe it even more the worse their bizarre fantasies get, in some kind of dysfunctional recurring cycle. Thus the endless and current Return of the Son of the 1960's.

The same useful idiots in Che t-shirts and now printed Chavez underpants, manage to forever maintain their comfortable, complete and stupid denial. This in spite of the Himalaya of damning evidence against such utterly inhuman and mad failures as Communism and the filth of Islamism. Give the 'Workers Paradise' another try if you have another spare 100 million workers to murder.

I could vomit on their shoes. The ideology of Communism, its practice and its seriously avid practitioners and enthusists should only be despised and we should see Communism, Leftist junk and now Islamism for exactly what they are and always have been. Repackaged murder.

Whatever way you cut it, Hollywood Communists, Leftists and others were and are a polite, respectable front made of hobbyists and enthusiasts for an ideology based on murder, lies, spite, conformity, jealousy and madness.

As Mark Steyn called it; it's a kind of 'Gentlemens Agreement' that to get too worked up about Communism, Radicalism or Totalitarian Dictatorships is so uncouth, especially as they almost never do except in the supportively and positive posing of the apologist, fan and useful idiot. Of course there's a bad side too. (See the complete article at the end of this post, sports.)

These regimes have murdered over 100 million people and are still doing this right now.

The 1950's House Un-American Committee's suspicions via Senator Eugene Mcarthy were empirically correct. The Government was infiltrated by determined and serious Soviet Agents. Hollywood was full of Pinko's and sympathiser's! They were and are of various hues of commitment from the totally silly and negligible to the seriously criminal and dangerously treasonous.

Hollywood then, just like today, had many "enablers of evil" such as various Left and limousine Liberals, Communist and Socialist radicals, sympathisers and apologist's. Today in Hollywood, there are platoons of movie folk pals and fans of mass murdering Dictators like Che, Castro and now Chavez, the worlds number one Che fan.

Trying to figure out how twisted much of Hollywood, celebrity culture and the MSM actually is, is one Hell of a job.

Mark Steyns rather searing article on Hollywood and Elia Kazan; 'The Crucible of Hollywood's Guilt', shows how the real and great artist Kazan had real and actual experience of the hideous and true nature of Communism. Kazan couldn't stomach or find the same appeal as Leftists do in their long affair with Totalitarianism. Certainly few who have lived under Communism will never dig it say as easily and glibly as many Tinseltown folks do from the comfort of large Bel Air estates and even bigger bank accounts.

Stars like Robert Redford, the 'right' kind of Hollywood hero who lovingly made a film about how groovy and swell was Che, the child murdering Communist bastard. Redford will never get any criticism like Wayne has, even though Bob seems happy to present Che the mass murderer as neato, as Wayne never would or could. Bobby, like a lot of Hollywood, is very much at ease in Castro world.

This is why John Wayne is so popular and loved by people who have actually lived through or are trying to survive in Communist nightmares, Islamic basket cases and other hideous Dictatorships. Just ask the Poles who barely made it through Nazism and Communism, the two major disasters for millions of human beings in the 20th Century.

The Poles love Wayne and America, which are synonymous to them and millions free and yearning to be free around the world. Millions emigrate to the US and the West and with all it's flaws, few leave, especially permanently. For the Left, the name of John Wayne is used as a glib reflexive negative shorthand. The Left often take the imperfect human timbers of Democracy entirely for granted.


It’s not compulsory to agree with everything Wayne said, thought or did. It doesn’t make John Wayne a big zero because he doesn’t fit into a randomly acquired set of the latest ideological opinions, especially when he’s empirically not a bad person at all, unless one is entirely perspective free and on the edge of madness. He is so absurdly vilified simply because he wasn’t of the Left but a true Democratic Republican. Only the disturbed and bankrupt can be the kind of Liberal that many Liberals have degenerated into.

When such folks achieve more than the Duke let me know.

Wayne is polarising to people with polarised views. Shallow and nuance free, easy and intolerant is the way to go for the undisciplined and amorphous of mind. John Wayne was after all, a movie star, a private human being and a citizen. If you’re hip at all, he was very cool and not just the image. He was also very human and created entirely his own style, image and persona. Try achieving that in these days of the perfectly mediocre and forgettable formula grooming. Anybody around as long as Wayne was is bound to have their shortcomings a little more obviously displayed than say, the deservedly anonymous.

All those films and his great 'Look', the 'Voice' and those very quotable lines. Waynes dynamic character, the hope, adventures, violence and tenderness. What more do you want? He had seven children, was married to one woman, was loved and admired by millions and the many who met him. He said what he meant and meant what he said.

To the masses oppressed by Totalitarianism around the world, John Wayne's image and reality were and still are, a potent and very powerful idea. It's the dream of freedom, individuality and honesty and the yearned for possibility of a decent life for the powerless.

Travel the world long enough and there will be a time when you wish you could find a John Wayne character running a flatboat somewhere on your particular river. John Wayne had a converted WWII minesweeper that he used for fishing and entertaining among other things. Very, very cool. Was it a more optimistic time? Well, Wayne's span on earth was so sweeping and anyway, hope and the good are still always there and while it's not always easy, don't let the distractions of easy junk divert you from being an authentic, free and decent human being and...beautiful.

All the best on The Dukes 101th Anniversary.

"There's right and there's wrong. You got a do one or the other. You do the one and you're living. You do the other and you may be walking around, but you're dead as a beaver hat." John Wayne.





The following are some excerpts from Ronald Reagan’s personal tribute to the Duke.

'I never once saw Duke display hatred toward those who scorned him. Oh, he could use some pretty salty language, but he would not tolerate pettiness and hate. He often said, "I have tried to live my life so that my family would love me and my friends respect me. The others can do whatever the Hell they please."

We called him Duke, and he was every bit the giant off screen he was on. Everything about him, his stature, his style, his convictions, conveyed enduring strength, and no one who observed his struggle in those final days could doubt that this strength was real. Yet there was more. To my wife Nancy, "Duke Wayne was the most gentle, tender person I ever knew."

To him, a handshake was a binding contract. When he was in the hospital for the last time and sold his yacht, The Wild Goose, for an amount far below its market value, he learned the engines needed minor repairs. He ordered those engines overhauled at a cost to him of $40,000 because he had told the new owner the boat was in good shape.

Duke's generosity and loyalty stood out in a city rarely known for either. When a friend needed work, that person went on his payroll. When a friend needed help, Duke's wallet was open. He also was loyal to his fans. One writer tells of the night he and Duke were in Dallas for the premiere of [the movie] Chisum. Returning late to his hotel, Duke found a message from a woman who said her little girl lay critically ill in a local hospital. The woman wrote, "It would mean so much to her if you could pay her just a brief visit."

At 3 o'clock in the morning he took off for the hospital where he visited the astonished child and every other patient on the hospital floor who happened to be awake. I saw his loyalty in action many times.

When Duke discovered this, he went before the public and showed us that a man can fight this dread disease. He went on to raise millions of dollars for private cancer research. Typically, he snorted: "We've got too much at stake to give government a monopoly in the fight against cancer”.

Duke tried to enlist but was rejected because of an old football injury to his shoulder, his age (34), and his status as a married father of four. He flew to Washington to plead that he be allowed to join the Navy but was turned down. So he poured himself into the war effort by making inspirational war films-among them 'The Fighting Seabees', 'Back to Bataan' and 'They Were Expendable.' To those back home and others around the world he became a symbol of the determined American fighting man.

He gave the whole world the image of what an American should be'.


"Actually, John Wayne was a very good friend of Jimmy Stewart, and was there when Jimmy needed him most. I am most reminded of a story that I believe Stewart himself told during a 'Tonight Show' interview in the late seventies:

Stewart's stepson Ronald, a Marine, was killed in June 1969 in Vietnam. Stewart was devastated, and as anyone who knows that time period, very aware of the stigma which the nation had attached to those who served in that war.

Shortly after his stepson's death, Stewart and John Wayne stepped out of a building close to the Berkley campus only to find themselves on the outskirts of a massive anti-war demonstration. In the middle of this unwashed, unruly throng a Viet Cong flag proudly waved.

Stewart saw it, and so did John Wayne; then, according to Jimmy Stewart, Wayne did a remarkable thing. He turned to Stewart and told him he'd "...be right back". Wayne then disappeared into the gyrating mass.

Stewart related that even though he couldn't see Wayne, he could tell exactly where Wayne was in the crowd from the silence that evidently followed his path, and it lead straight to the Viet Cong flag.

A big hand reached up, pulled down the flag, then disappeared yet again, this time leaving silence spreading behind it, and when John Wayne appeared, he was carrying the balled-up Viet Cong flag in his hands..."

From a comment left by Dandelion.




Dear sports, here's a great column on Pinko Hollywood, the 1950's and Elia Kazan etc, by Mark Steyn. Unfortunately no link was avialable anywhere I could find.

"THE CRUCIBLE OF HOLLYWOOD'S GUILT.

Steyn on Stage and Screen.

Wednesday, 16 May 2007.

Bernard Gordon died over the weekend. He was one of those Hollywood Communists of the Forties blacklisted in the Fifties, and it defined him till the end. A solid Hollywood screenwriter, Gordon adapted The Day Of The Triffids and was a reliable hand at war movies, among them The Battle Of The Bulge and, of all things, Hellcats Of The Navy, with Ronald Reagan's only film role with Nancy. Gordon's screenplay and the stars' performance aren't always in sync: even as Ron's explaining why he's so tortured with guilt he can never marry her, he and Nancy look like a placidly contented small-town couple heading for a night out at the local Rotary Club.

In later years, the screenwriter led the protests against the very belated Oscar awarded to Elia Kazan in 1999. As Gordon wrote of Kazan in The Los Angeles Times, “He helped to support an oppressive regime that did incalculable damage to America and abroad.”

Interesting choice of word: "regime". And what about the regime you supported? With Gordon's passing, the blacklist recedes further into history, except for the curious fascination it exercises for the current crop of Hollywood poseurs. Here's what I had to say about the period for The Atlantic Monthly on the occasion of Elia Kazan's passing in 2003:

You usually hear the tune on Oscar night, but not often the lyric, which is more to the point:

Hooray For Hollywood
Where you’re terrific if you’re even good.

When someone’s really terrific, it’s a different story. In a town where everyone from Johnny Depp to Janeane Garofalo is an “artist”, Hollywood doesn’t always know how to deal with the real thing. In 1996, the Los Angeles Film Critics Association, mulling over their Career Achievement Award, decided to reject Elia Kazan and honour instead Roger Corman, the director of Swamp Women, Attack Of The Crab Monsters and Teenage Caveman. Swamp Women and Attack Of The Crab Monsters are good, and Teenage Caveman is not only good, it’s also an eloquent plea for world disarmament, at least according to its youthful star Robert Vaughan. But On The Waterfront is terrific. This should not be a difficult call.

But apparently it is. Kazan can make a claim to be the father of modern American acting, the man who brought Stanislavskian techniques to Broadway and then to the silver screen. Insofar as the young lions of our present-tense culture aspire to emulate any of the old guys, it’s not David Niven or even Jimmy Cagney who resonate, but Marlon Brando, James Dean, Rod Steiger – on all of whom Kazan was the greatest single influence. He was a great theatre director, and later a fine novelist, and, when he walked on stage in 1999 to receive a belated Lifetime Achievement Oscar, he might reasonably have expected the orchestra to be vamping Leonard Bernstein’s theme to On The Waterfront for a good ten minutes while Hollywood roared its appreciation. Instead, outside the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, elderly hack screenwriters led protests and, inside, the likes of Sean Penn sat on their hands.

For both Hollywood’s ancient D-list Communists and its A-list anti-anti-Communists, there’s only one thing about Kazan that matters: he “named names”.

It’s no fun being a socially conscious movie star if nobody’s conscious of you. You want to be noticed. Not too noticed, not Salman Rushdie price-on-your-head noticed. But just a little bit of attention. And the only time any one in power paid any attention to the political views of Hollywood people was half a century ago. In an ideal world – or if you were making a movie on the subject – the fellows who were politically “persecuted” would be a little more talented, or at least prominent, and maybe it would be better if they weren’t subscribers to an ideology so thoroughly failed and so comprehensively rejected by anyone who’s had the misfortune to live under it.

But those are mere nitpicky details next to the towering feeling of validation the latterday Hollywood activist derives from his McCarthy fetish. For the Richard Dreyfus generation, what Kazan did is an affront to their deep conviction of their own heroism.

Nor is the fact that Hollywood’s belief in its own heroism derives from a moment of colossal Hollywood cowardice any obstacle. The blacklist “victims” weren’t blacklisted by the government but by the studios – Warner Brothers, Paramount, Disney – the same folks who run Hollywood today. In 1999, when Penn and Dreyfus were up in arms over Kazan’s Oscar, old Lew Wasserman was still going to his office at Universal every day. Fifty years ago, had he chosen to, Wasserman and his talent agency could have broken the blacklist as decisively as he broke the studio system.

But Wasserman and the suits were absolved and their sins sub-contracted to one elderly retired director: as former blacklisted screenwriter Norma Barzman told CNN, “Elia Kazan’s lifetime achievement is great films and destroyed lives, and even a third thing, which is a lasting climate of fear over Hollywood and maybe over the country.” Kazan became the crucible (if he’ll forgive the expression) of the industry’s institutional guilt over the McCarthy era.

To this day, Mrs Barzman thinks Kazan ratted because he had a half-million dollar deal lined up for On The Waterfront: Thus, Hollywood’s Communists were true to their principles; its anti-Communists were in it for the money. This would be mere condescension if On The Waterfront were an Esther Williams aqua-musical, but it’s rendered laughable by the fact that the film is instead the most cogent response to the likes of the Barzmans, beginning with the exquisite joke of its choice of analogy for Communist penetration in Hollywood: a waterfront union corrupted by racketeers. After all, until the director’s detractors began insisting that personal loyalty trumps all other considerations, the notion that “ratting” was the ultimate sin was confined mostly to the mob.

Kazan had spent his first nine years on the move – born to Greek parents in Istanbul, who moved on to Berlin and eventually New York. He understood the force of the big impersonal currents of history because his own family had been swept along in their wake. From 2003, it’s difficult to appreciate the swiftness of the Red march in the post-war years: the Soviets very nearly grabbed Greece and Italy; their stooges seized Poland in 1945, Bulgaria in ’46, Hungary and Romania in ’47, Czechoslavakia in ’48, China in ’49; they were the main influence on the nationalist movements of Africa and Asia; they neutered much of what was left. You would have to be awfully convinced of American exceptionalism to think the Republic was uniquely immune.

But the arts have little time for anti-Communists, especially premature anti-Communists, especially as premature as Kazan: he quit the party in 1936, after he’d refused to help it turn the Group Theatre into an actors’ collective. Until then he was a conventional lefty, the stellar lefty of the Group's Waiting For Lefty, the one who ends the play by roaring the one-word injunction to the audience, “Strike!” But, if we were to frame Kazan’s testimony to HUAC in terms of personal loyalty, what about his responsibility to, say, Vsevolod Meyerhold?

When Kazan joined the Group straight out of Yale, the company looked to the Russians for inspiration, not just to Stanislavski but also to his wayward disciple Meyerhold. The latter was a great mentor to the young American and other Group members. This was a period, remember, when the Group frequently visited Russia – Lefty, for example, was staged in Moscow. Meyerhold loved the older stylized forms – commedia del’arte, pantomime – and refused to confine himself to Socialist Realism. So Stalin had him arrested and executed.

Think about that: murdered over a difference of opinion about a directing style. As “persecution” goes, that’s a little more thorough than forcing some screenwriter to work on a schlock network variety show under a false name.

Amid the herd-like moral poseurs, Kazan was always temperamentally an outsider, and his work benefited after he became one in a more formal sense. But, both before and after, his best productions concern themselves with a common question: the point at which you’re obliged to break with your own – your union, your class, your group, or, in Kazan’s case, your Group. The 1947 Oscar-winner Gentleman’s Agreement strikes most contemporary observers as very tame, square Kazan.

But, in a curious way, that’s the point. When you start watching and you realize it’s an issue movie “about” anti-semitism, you expect it to get ugly, to show us Jew-bashing in the schoolyard, and vile language about kikes. But it stays up the genteel end with dinner party embarrassments, restricted resort hotels, an understanding about the sort of person one sells one’s property to. Dorothy McGuire and her Connecticut friends aren’t bad people, but in their world, as much as on Johnny Friendly’s waterfront, people conform: they turn a blind eye to the Jew-disparaging joke, they discreetly avoid confronting the truth about the hotel’s admission policies, and, as Gregory Peck comes to understand, they’re the respectable face of what at the sharp end means pogroms and genocide.

That’s what all those Hollywood and Broadway Communists did. They were the polite front of an ideology that led to mass murder, and they expected Kazan to honour their gentleman’s agreement. In those polite house parties Gregory Peck goes to, it’s rather boorish and tedious to become too exercised about anti-semitism.

And likewise, at gatherings in the arts, it’s boorish and tedious to become too exercised about Communism – no matter how many faraway, foreign, unglamorous people it kills. Elia Kazan was on the right side of history. His enemies line up with the apologists for thugs and tyrants. Whose reputation would you bet on in the long run?

The Atlantic Monthly, December 2003".

Donald Trump has a ridiculous kind of Bush on his mind.

Recent military reaction to Trumps plans for 'defeat at any price', and his hair.



Dear sports, here's a 'Request of the Week' from Sunday 10 June 2007, updated.

"...the question Conservatives sometimes pose to [Left] Liberals: 'If you leave out the parts about killing all the Jews and invading Poland, what specifically about the Nazi political platform do you disagree with?" Mark Steyn.


Now a long time ago I thought I liked Donald Trump, but then I only really knew him from his products and a largely fawning media. The MSM do so love the rich, however incoherent and out of their depth they often are. Especially when the rich so often step 'intellectually' out of their particular rich folks specialties. Yes, I thought I liked the Trumpard but now I don't, not at all, but what does he care? He never writes.

In many ways he's a bloated, repulsive and largely tasteless personality. I find everything about his alleged 'high class style' merely expensive, with all the subtlety of a German jazz band. His crap idea of 'style' often looks like a 1990's version of the 1980's. All that conspicuous and ostentaious non flair is like being trapped in an eternal Dallas re-run with a vast set budget. You can see the fingerprints of very rich high maintenance women all over his er, 'taste'.

Trump has aired on the MSM, most of the despicibly careless opinions of many an obscenely priveleged rich man, the product of a lifetime of privelege. Yes, he's a self made man. Riiight, and he started with a mere 30 million dollars...

Yes, he's come back from massive debt and loss. This is one of his great skills and talents and the nature of opportunity in high business and especially real estate. I’ve studied some of his books and online things a little. There’s many a broad stroke, startling detail and hubristic insight to be had there regards real estate and much more.

This includes Don's incredible executive style work ethic, his great energy, his plain business smarts, acumen, simply outstanding skills and his er, guile. All part of Trump's very, very effective methods. Though his charm seems mostly to me, kind of boyish and naive to superficial. Especially the kicking of puppies thing. Oh no, that was me.

Yep, I have noticed that he’s a little more successful than I am. I could accurately sum it up by saying he’s a huge success and I’m not. In fact, I often console myself, by going to the bathroom mirror and running my fingers through my full and lush head of hair.

I thought he was a decent and smart guy, didn’t I? Well, do I? Er, no. I don't feel that way anymore. He's an odd, startling and disturbing mix of virtues and vices. Like a lot of his surprisingly boring crowd, he generally gives me the creeps. Ok, I know he's achieved a lot, helped many people so they say, given and raised millions for charity and has been generous to many in lots of ways. Sadly, this equation doesn't naturally cancel out flaws, eh? Often it brings them to the fore...

How could Trump say such bunk on a national Network regards Iraq, Saddam and so on? How can a Network generally say most of the things they do on a Network? Well, easy. That's him and them and just what they think. See how often the rotten opinions and venal moral vanity fraud of rich celebrity is in perfect harmony with the MSM?

It shows we all have our limits, even me! And this is so even for a high level real estate developer like the King of Brushover Gardens. But unlike us Plebes, people like Trump are almost invariably allowed the full rein of their ridiculous Logical Fallacy and Cognitive Bias powered humbg, all via an amplified public platform.

Christ, the hair. It goes very nicely with his mad political opinions I guess. They're a set! Trump doesn’t notice what almost everyone else probably notices first? Of course he does. But where are Carson Kressley and the Fab Five when they are so sorely needed? What went so wrong in the hairdressing arts and for so long? The same ego covered blind spot applies to his absurd pseudo geo-political pronouncements.

I did like Doodle and I did dig Don, until I saw his unappealing blankness rather harshly self exposed, so to speak. For all his abilities and achievements, if you observe Donald, outside of his specialty, he's kind of naive and clueless. I mean he's always had real money, or been around it, or could always make it, so he’s been strangely and uniquely sheltered in a very curious and freakish way. It really is quite a life but not as most of us will ever know it, Jim.

As far as I can see, Trumpole of the Bully is not just a little lacking in subtle taste or an understated sense of style. Can I say that, being just a humble guitar player ‘neath his mighty colossus?

I wouldn’t probably go to Trump for say physical fitness, martial arts training, foreign languages, advanced music lessons, ranching skills, or avoiding high maintenance, demanding and avaricious women. Or to learn witty Noel Coward repartee’, or for any deep historical, religious, cultural and geo-political analysis. But that's what he spouts, and is wonderfully in tune with any frothing Koskid Leftard or Islamist.

So what exactly happened that turned me off Captain Fluffy Head?

Well, I was digging the happening YouTube scene, away from the square Nowheresville of television news, man. They were bringing me down with their corny trip and while on the Net, I espied a Trumpopo interview. The particular and slightly gruelling incident of which I speaketh, gave me an image of Trump as having the light touch of King Croscius plus the humility of a Roman Emperor vomiting on a servant.

"Hey, it’s cool, the next one will be worse and more wild boar!"

Aah, the pulling of the rug from under the cheap magic and illusion show that has been the mainstream media for well, ever since the vomiting Romans actually.

"Emperor Nero, we may have found a way to minimise the public fallout from the burning and fiddling thing. But you’ll have to work with us, ok?"

Well, perhaps no more. The Golden Hair Wave was being interviewed on said Tube regarding Iraq, George Bush and so on, by a parody of a clueless and faux earnest network ‘journalist’. Sadly, I have been unable to trace the vid that was on Youtube, but he's repeated pretty much the same drivel ad nauseum a dozen or more times elsewhere.

"Ok, Donald. You’ve found yourself on another Planet, much like this television network. You’ve found that everyone is as stupid as they are here tonight. You’ve got six months to make Planet Geeby-Fleeby fully bench-marked to outer space best practice and make it the market leader in anal probing. What would you do?"

The actual question put to the military mastermind that is General Douglas MacTrump, was basically, "What would you do in Eye-rack, Ducky?"

I noted that the format was under the rigorous journalistic standards of "We will agree to agree, with maybe a slight hint that I may get you to qualify perhps even a single laughable statement that you may say, but I won’t follow up on it at all, really. Ok?"

El Donablo then answered graciously and humbly, with that sub-Caesar like flourish of his, that he would just announce victory, and pull out in the physical and military impossibility of ninety days! I kid you not. Brilliant! Oh hail Junior Sun Tzu sans hair. Hey, come on. Maybe he did his research while he was waiting in the Green Room beforehand, while contemplating a plate of Creamo cookies. And maybe I can climb through a Fruit Loop.

So Mister Trump wants credit both ways, eh? The crafty old minx. He cares so, so, so, so much about Iraq and its people, just as many people say they do, do, do, do but don’t at all, not with all the phoney platitudes in the world.

"Leave these people to the civil war they are going to have anyway", sayeth the Drone-old. The Trumpoid maintained his comfortable and self-satisfied mega-rich guy posturing while smiling frivolously, resplendent in the golden narcissism of media exposure.

He continued that Iraq will get another Dictator that will be much worse than Saddam, and all with a cheeky smile from under his hair hood that now rivals the techniques used in the waved roof of Spencer Street Station. Thus Spake the Zerothruster, while pretty much inferring in his trademark nuanced way, that a total implosion of chaos for all of Iraq was of course the best outcome and anyway, what does he care? Not at all, I would say, and that's exactly what he said. Nice.

The giggling and giggle a minute Don, then recommended the thoughtful and fully Trump endorsed fate of absolute apocalyptic nihilism for Iraq and its twenty million people. What a terrible and bankrupt line of non-thought. I see now that I used to dig him due to his real estate dealings! I think I wuz a little head over the well heeled.

Don-Don casually made the insight that he’s "...not saying he’s an angel", meaning Saddam! Yep, I know, I know. You thought he meant John Belushi. Would that be while Saddam was torturing the upside down twelve year old that he later shot?

With dull and toneless sound, emptiness doth revealed.

Dee Dee then reckons after 9/11 "...the world loved us!" Really, really loved us! Er, no. Which world? The culturally suicidal Europeans such as the venal, stale, static and decadent elites of France? Perhaps he’s referring to the bombed but still uncomprehending intelligentsia of Great Britain? Maybe he means the dysfunctional &th Century theocracies of the Middle East? Maybe the love you could feel was beaming from Pago Pago?

Man, I can get Trump's brand of default position bilge water and useless non-analysis at any student union meeting, plus I get a can of Coke.

Maybe he means the people who rammed the planes into the WTC? Who the Hell knows. Everything he says outside of real estate and business is so often really awful. No, really. It's a blizzard of incoherence whenever his babbling is not directly tied to making money in what he actually knows and understands. One can be as irresponsible and fatuous as one likes when it ain't gonna effect the old personal cash pile.

With unbelievable condescension, the DT's said of Condoleezza Rice "...she's a very nice lady but doesn’t do much". That's 'nice lady' as an insult. So Condie doesn't have a real job? Just like my Aunt Doris then, eh?

Trump was also wrong about why Tony Blair had to go. The truth is that Tony was not enough of a dhimmi peace creep fool for British Labour. Even with Blair's level of naiveté, Tony the toothless tiger just couldn’t seem to accept the whole Western package of denial and cultural suicide, including prostrating in a grovelling, automatic apology for anything and everything while at war. Blair never fully recognised the enemy fully as Islam, nor did he state this clearly, harshly and publicly.

Few leaders beyond Czech President Vaclav Klaus and ex-PM John Howard have stated that Islam with its incorrectly seperated ism is the problem. Add Islam's strange new bedfellow the Left and there you have it.

Imagine if after Pearl Harbour, FDR, Churchill and the rest of the Allied leaders said that it’s not The Code of Bushido, Shintoism and Emperor worship we are fighting, nor are they the problem. No, no! It’s those nasty militarists that have misinterpreted it all so wrongly and then cleverly used these things for their own dastardly ends. The cads! It’s the Religion of Peace after all, or else.

In the vid, the one man team of Donald do it my way, suddenly became paradoxically enamoured with the idea of consensus. Why? Consensus is no guarantee of correct action. This apparently didn’t include in Trump's mind, the ultimate form of consensus of an election, involving twelve million Iraqi people, voting under fire for the current Iraqi Govt, with a Constitution and a Bill of Rights. However flawed, this means nothing? To many in the West, it does indeed mean nothing. That’s why our own precious right to vote and it’s inseparable context of our freedom, will be under fire too one day, and then gone in the blink of a myopic eye.

It's a sick thing to glibly deny freedom for others because it's not up to your high standards, while you take your own freedom entirely for granted.

Islamism is here and more real than Global Warming which replaces the Global Cooling of the 1970’s. Remember how Governments just wouldn’t take cooling of the planet seriously, even when lectured to by a full dozen box of pseudo egg heads?

The big fans of plastic explosive, improvised devices and the insane followers of Mo and the Big Is, don't really need to hide at all when people are so wilfully blind, and well, they don’t bother hiding, do they? They state everything as plainly as Hitler reading his favourite passages from Mein Kampf and then act accordingly. A crazy coincidence, but Mein Kampf, one of the worlds Top Ten Most Boring and Disgusting Books’, means "my struggle" and ‘Jihad’ also means "my struggle" too.

I think they may both have a connection with anti-Semitism, if I recall correctly.

The Islamic World Wide Jihad and Religious Charity, doesn’t need or care how many PC pronouncements are made that it doesn’t er, exist. Islam will keep on coming until stopped decisively or is victorious. Maybe buy up 20,000 shares of Jihad Corp for future growth potential.

Donald Truman Show said virtually "nobody" supports the war. Maybe not, but er, no. Though people will get pretty hip to the consequences of defeat when it happens. It may take a little while to adjust to being asymetrical warfare losers. Time is the fire in which we burn, and we are my furry pals and jungle friends, burning. Of course, some of us are on fire more than others, but be patient. Islam certainly is.

I guess the nobodies who make up the 2000 serving veterans who signed a letter in 2006 supporting their own efforts in Iraq just don’t count, cos' they’re nobodies, eh? You see, the "Highest of Prices" actions of military men and women get cancelled out by a bulky Billionaires cheap talk. But then the frontline troops have mostly zero publicity especially in fully featured or starring roles. Hey, Donald apparently puts up Iraq vets at one of his places once a month. Very nice, but he then described them as largely tragic, crying and regretful. Why? That suits his paradigm, eh?

Here’s a crazy idea, what about getting a hundred of those serving military personnel on a TV interview when they're next on leave? It won’t happen. Ever.

Donald was so upset that there is "...so much hatred now". Unlike his words of compassion and the love fest that were the JFK, Nixon and Carter Administrations. Well, maybe a little hatred for the monstrously destructive and suicidal myths of the Left would be a nice change from the Donald.

With so many powerful and influential people like the Trumpet tootling away in moon bat land, the chances of halting the West’s death spiral can seem kind of slim, and that’s before the local rep for Jihad Inc either knocks at, or blows open your door. No, really, you’re gonna love it! It’s been a riot so far and it’s only been 1300 years.

In short, Donald understands about zero regards a subject that is laughably, not usually the domain of real estate execs.

I was finally tested watching old Trump and as the clip ended, I stepped daintily to the side, avoiding the streams of vomit and set fire to Rome while I then fiddled on my guitar.

The 7% Solution to Islam Murder Incorporated.

Unlike many in the 21st Century Capitalist Democratic Free West, Sherlock Holmes in the 19th Century would already have had the precise and correct full measure of Islam, the Koran and Mohammad. "They form an ever darkening triangle and therefore must be dealt with accordingly..."




“What is the object of this circle of misery, violence and fear? It must have a purpose? Or our universe has no meaning, and that is unthinkable. But what purpose? That is humanities great problem, for which reason so far has no answer”. Sherlock Holmes.

“My dear Watson. The facts are quite clear. Islam is essentially and irredeemably apocalyptic and has been distilled in the monstrous Koran as a clear guide to waging asymmetrical warfare for the single purpose of a global Caliphate. To this end, anything, and I do mean anything is permissible. And the creator of this...this "filth" of Islamism?

A hideous and hallucinating bandit, a mass murdering liar, a paedophile, a Jew hating super anti-Semite and rapist called Mohammad. Perhaps the greatest beast in history".

“A rabid madman, Holmes!”

“Precisely Watson. If his doctrine is followed as profoundly stated in the Muslim unholy book, and as Mohammad himself empirically always behaved, we are Holmes, staring blindly into the... abyss”.

“What can we do Holmes? The challenge seems, if you don’t mind me saying so, impossible and unwinnable”.

“My good Doctor, I do not know what other’s may do, if anything. But I intend to operate only from the facts and from these, and only these, I plan to utterly destroy the power of Islam over the West”.

“But Holmes, we are only two! The majority of London is... oblivious!”

“Well then Watson, we must wake them from their delusions and wilful naivety or all free people shall perish and disappear from this earth. The truth is to be found in such abominable monstrosities as the terrifying brilliance of the Islamic Memeplex..."


Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but not their own facts. Remove the violence from Islam or if you prefer, Islamism, and what did it ever bring that was new? Nothing. Islam can only exist through oppressing, brainwashing and murdering women, children, men, other Muslims and anyone and everyone. Like Communism and Socialism, Islam is based entirely on murder, lies, conformity, envy, spite, blame shifting, victimhood, failure, dysfunction, deception and madness.

These are the real 'Pillars of Islam'. This is consistently, deliberately and largely hidden from us. Why? We know why.

But cool it! Hey, if you believe it, according to a laughably naff Gallup Poll, and after asking some kind of questions of 50,000 Muslims across 40 countries, the handy dhimmi dupes at Gallup, believe that only 7% of the worlds 1.3 billion Muslims support terrorism! Excellent!

That’s gotta be great news! So there are only 91 million Jihadist loons worldwide! Let’s just relax and party.

Only 91 million Muslims across the world want to behead us all and utterly destroy Israel, America and the free West in general. Fantastic! I feel better all ready. I don’t know what I was worrying about. So er, let me get this statistical exercise in Taqiyaa straight. (Taqiyaa is the Koranic concept of any level of deception to advance the cause of Islam, as clearly designed by Mohammad.)

Close to the combined population size of say England, Australia and Taiwan want to cut off our heads? Um, maybe near to the same level of people as the populations of France and Germany combined, would love to use nukes on us Infidel’s as soon as they get them? And cheer in the streets...

Er, half the population of Indonesia, one tenth of India or a twelfth of China’s population size want to kill all homosexuals, oppress, rape, shoot, whip all free modern women, introduce 7th Century Sharia law, have public executions of all non-Muslims, marry multiple child brides, ban music, slice off female genitalia and explode homicide/suicide bombs in schools, railway stations, pet market’s and airports? Only 91 million Muslims, or almost five times the population of Australia want to murder all Jews and “wipe Israel of the map?”

Hey, it’s a real bummer that a Pew Report found that a significant proportion of young British Muslim men entirely support Jihad, an Islamic UK and the implementation of Sharia law. Hey, better than working and you get to rape and murder whoever you want, just like in the old country.

Ok, there may indeed be millions of decent Muslims who oppose the 'Joy of Islamism', but they sure are keeping pretty quiet about it. Hmmm? And er, any kind of reformist, moderate, Westernised or contemporary Muslim, is entirely always the first target of any Islamist, their supportive states and the hideous freak theocracy governments that completely promote and enforce this rotten to the core mindset.


Anyway, wow and yippee. Once again, the MSM has come through with flying colours regards their very high journalistic standards. Er, no. Yep, a more reliable source of info may indeed be the Pew Report, maybe. It shows that a large proportion of young Muslim men are indeed very hot for Jihad, as they say. Contradictory, somewhat limited and also inaccurate I believe, the still delightfully depressing Pew view, is written in an unfortunate “Mandarin Marxist style”, so take it with the usual dose of anti-PC and Socialist Leftard garlic.

Gee, ya know people sometimes lie in survey questionnaires? Hard to believe eh? Especially with the serious consequences of...the report being wrong.

Jeepers, if so few Muslims are interested in accepting the explicit teachings and 1300 year old, multi Islamic state examples of Mohammad, the Koran and Islam... gosh, wouldn’t that make them like er, “blasphemers?” I mean to even question Islam? Er, Islam allows no questioning by definition. Just ask Mo. No one can dispute the direct word of Allah as given entirely to and exactly to Mad Mohammad. And gee, where are the armies of Islamist’s getting their vast Himalaya of financial, logistic and state support from then? Out of the thin air or from a Sears Catalogue?

Last time I looked, Iran, Syria, large sections of Pakistan, Jordan, Libya, Saudi Arabia, and a host of other freak theocracy dictatorships plus hundreds of Islamic terrorist groups, were pretty hip and in love with Islam Murder Inc. All to the tune of billions of petro dollars and otherwise, and with much of the logistic support they require.

“...Iran could welcome a nuclear war with Israel or the United States..." Bernard Lewis.

A leading U.S. scholar on the Middle East has asserted that Iran's leadership does not resemble the Soviet Union during the Cold War. Bernard Lewis, a professor at Princeton University, said the mullah regime in Tehran believes that the Shiite messiah would be ushered by a nuclear war, Middle East Newsline reported.

"It's not an Arab country, but rather a Muslim country, ruled now by a Muslim theocracy, which calculates its policies not by Iranian national interests, but by what is good for Islam," Lewis said'. Bernard Lewis.

Hey, how many Islamists does it take to permanently turn off two towers of light bulbs and murder 3,000 people? About nineteen. You do the maths regards the entirely sufficient 91 million eager apprentice head slicers. The figures for one of the Pew Reports calculates to more than 100 thousand young Muslim loons, many born in England, being in support of, to orgiastic over, the idea of an Islamic Republic of Britain, and with the sweetness and light of Sharia Law. Hey, Britain already has a capital known for very empirical reasons as Londonistan.

“In Iran, the legal age a girl can be married is nine years old. In Iran, a Muslim man beheaded his seven year old daughter because he suspected she had been raped by her Uncle.”

Now, the profoundly creepy and terrifyingly repulsive examples I just happen to have picked for this post, are actually everyday and commonplace in Islamic states. They add up to merely a few of the many thousands of the daily extreme, insane behaviours and attitudes in the Islamic world, AKA ‘Gods Monkey House’. This is the way it is folks, everyday, year in and year out, anywhere that the dead hand of Mohammad and Islam has fallen.

There are no limits on the depravity of Hamas, Hezbollah, the Palestinian Authority and so on. Virtually all the young boys from two years old and up, are drafted into the vast zombie armies of Islamic martyrdom. Think what that means...No, really. Imagine it here, or simply wait long enough.

There are many reasons that people are either totally clueless regards most of this apart from making zero effort at research. Often, folks are at best only dimly aware or sadly Leftarded, and thus often utterly dismissive of anything er, unpleasant regards Islam and Muslims in general. This is due to human nature much aided by the awfully corrupt, censorious, biased and largely useless MSM, our often appallingly spineless and dhimmi authorities, our education system and our other PC Left infected, Logical Fallacy challenged and Cognitive Biased scams.

No good Left Liberal wants to start examining Islam objectively. The next rational and logical step would be to examine their own ideology and posturing. For most Leftard's, this ain't never gonna happen.

The Western mind cannot usually conceive or grasp the frightening reality of Islam or Islamism. If you grow up in a free functioning society and culture like the Capitalist and Democratic West, it does almost nothing to prepare one for understanding the true and monstrous dysfunctiona genius of the Islamist mentality. You must understand the goals, drives and mentality. They are NOTHING like yours or your friends or indeed any normal people, unless one moves entirely in the circles of the insane, the absurdly superstitious and the damned.

Accommodation and compromise with Islam is a capital and grave mistake, sports. It's seen rightly as weakness. Every step in this direction is a step closer to our own utter demise. It is quite sharply, a choice between what we have and the end of the world as we know it.

PC Leftist Socialism and Liberalism, with its self inflicted burden of multicultural taboos, is the best friend any Islamist Muslim head slicer can have. The tactical and strategic lies of Islam work just as well if even the most frothing Islamist states exactly what Muslims plan to do, once they have the er, edge.

It’s not a PR problem at all in a naïve and clueless West for Iran’s President to say all Jews are “bacteria” or for thousands of British Muslim men to say they want to behead unbeliever’s and dream of an Islamic state in Britain. It matters not that most of Britain’s Mosques are run by an extremist who is eager to get into the Infidel killing and Totalitarian Theocratic State business ASAP. He’s also a very patient man.

A strange default sort of auto denial happens with many Western minds whenever they are confronted with the unpleasant reality of Islamic Murder Inc. Just like the sensory deprived three unwise monkey’s and for the PC Left crowd, bad Muslims simply disappear from Western consciousness by simply saying these are never real Muslims. It takes a stratospheric level of denial to say people who were born into thousand year old Islamic states, whose entire ancestry has been Muslim, who have always attended Mosque, dressed, eaten and lived entirely as Muslims etc, are suddenly um, not Muslims simply because they do something gosh, hideous and terrifying.

Hideous and Terrifying? Who'll ever forget them? They were huge in Gaza, Tehran and Saudi Arabia.

It’s odd and preposterous that even the actual entity of sovereign Muslim Islamic states can be charged with not being representative of Islam by er, dhimmi Infidel’s! Riiight. Sure they ain’t. If it helps ya sleep better at night. Even “not-real Muslims!” can launch a very real nuke.

This denial of the crushingly obvious is Western cognitive dissonance at its finest.

There are over 750 no-go zones in France that are virtual Islamic fiefdoms. In the Western suburbs of Melbourne there are quite a few rather large Mosques on the main roads and gangs called ASAD, or Arabian Soldiers Arab Defenders, whatever that means. Sure, if you think that’s a good thing, see who want’s to live near a three story minaret when it starts broadcasting the call to prayer five times a day. That’s gonna be a real laugh. Still, that’s the rich tapestry of diversity. This means the less money you have, the more likely you are to be subjected to it, and the more cash and therefore choices you have, the more you’ll avoid the richness of diversity completely, because you can.

But living in the high and inverted moral stratosphere of Western denial is far easier, if as a suicidal dhimmi fool, you wilfully choose to fly Taquiyaa Airlines. 1.3 billion people who also have a ticket can’t be wrong. Of those people, how many have staged any loudly heard public protest against the daily atrocities done in the cause of their er, religion? Not even 0.00007%. Oh, oh, oh, oh...

The fact is that way more than 7% would like and want nothing better than the old lunatic dream of a global Islamic Caliphate. That’s why Islamist's do indeed win such a large amount of most a vote, attract such vast crowds, take over entire states and once advanced their destroying armies almost to Paris and to the Gates of Vienna. This is because many Muslims like these ideas and actions. Dig? Comprende?

In the West we carry ID. In the Middle East, quite a few carry IED’s.

As the ruling Islamic party of Turkey has said, “Democracy is a train we ride until we arrive at our destination”. All aboard the Trans Eurabia Express, kids!

Mostly, much of reality is hidden from us in the childrens magic show that is the MSM, our schools and our laughable public discourse. All in all, you will be in a microscopic minority, if you read and research the empirical avalanche, the vast mountainous and growing Kilimanjaro of under reported to unreported facts, of the usually disingenuously denied crimes of Global Islam.

While it can be fascinating, it's still kind of a drag studying the empirical history and the current relentless advance of the Islamisation of the West. Sometimes I get shivers up my back, and I have to focus over a calming cup of tea on the balcony, while I watch the bright lights of our great city, while they are still bright.

As I understand more about the truth of Islam, I am reminded of what Dr Zaius said towards the end of the Planet of the Apes: “...you may not like what you find, Taylor”.