Seven thousand classrooms.

“Uncle, why did our school collapse? Why???"




“Seven thousand classrooms”, that’s what I heard on the radio. And I couldn’t stop thinking about it and they all collapsed at the same time, on thousands of children and teachers. All that noise, screaming, terror, blood, dust and a head jarring awfulness that is beyond belief. All those lovely ordinary people gone, thousands injured and millions left to grieve. There is no social welfare in China and without a family; many of these people will be on their own.

Looking through the many stark, terrible photos and endless throat catching stories is disturbing and reflective, to put it mildly. There is the Mother who covered her child from the collapse with her body and left a simple text message on her phone saying “My little darling, I will always love you”.

Or the twenty-six year old female teacher’s assistant who kept on returning to drag and carry children out until she was eventually crushed. The people wailing over insulted bodies in the street. There are millions of these greatly moving and profound stories.

Yes, all those families and parent’s torn apart and crushed, all those people and why? Well, it was an enormous earthquake and I wonder how our Australian building standards would cope. We generally don’t build for earthquake.

Earthquake. What a terrible word if you think about it, but how far more dreadful it must be as you experience it and if you are lucky enough to survive.

The very harsh and empirical fact is that many schools fell because the government controls everything, is responsible for all education in China and thus the standard of buildings and the infrastructure. China is a Communist dictatorship, and not an open society, at least not as we know it. Thus building codes are often entirely elastic, negotiable, unenforced, bought, sold, bribed, and ignored and violations go unreported, or more to the point, cannot be reported.

Serious criticism in China is seen as a serious offence and is generally treated rather er, harshly. But then mild criticism, ridicule, saying something true instead of the official lie, or even engaging in what merely passes for normal discourse in the free world, is enough to get you arrested by the host of the 2008 Olympics.

The true reason so many schools collapsed, is because they were often rubbish constructions and unbelievably some were without foundations! No people deserve the monstrous results of what is outrageous, widespread, institutional and endemic corruption. Yep, they're doing a lot to fight it, but the corruption grows from a largely closed society and culture, both historical and current. And er, it often comes from the same people 'fighting' it!

In many ways, Chinese are very warm and social people, innocent, plain and complex and as I found when living in Taiwan, often easy to connect very deeply with. They were sometimes the sweetest people even with the as per usual human flaws. And they liked a young dope like me! Amazing, really. And like everyone else, they’re doing what they can to er, get by. The incredible success of the Chinese is due to their own massive efforts and after thousand’s of years of poverty and oppression, so good for them. It's easy to criticise China, but they have found the novelty of grinding poverty wears a little thin after 5,000 years.

Yep, in Asia, I also met some of the most amazingly Philistine conformist bores you could ever imagine. They don't call Taiwan the island of greed for nothin'. Not just Chinese but Asian culture in general is often seriously and profoundly flawed, in that outside of one’s family and group, life can sometimes be a kind of permanent social warfare. And no matter how rich the country, even in Japan, there are no welfare nets. Think about that.

In Taiwan, I remember stopping at motorscooter or motorcycle accidents and doing what we could. But there would usually be me and one or two others, as most didn't even seem to notice or care to stop. It was very weird, that endless flow of indifferent humanity, regardless. And then there was the human worm crawling on the ground of the night market, or the homeless pets slowly eaten by disease and...

As Bo Yang, the serial arrested Taiwanese writer and critic, talking from his rather er, difficult and unpleasant Taiwanese experience, said in his book ‘The Ugly Chinaman', “every Chinatown is like a snake pit, preying on other Chinese”.

It took a lot of people to build those rotten buildings and schools. My God, what a giant and rather unique crime. And look whose paying for it? Ordinary Chinese people and their sad, sad children.

Seven thousand classrooms...I can't get that insane figure out of my head.

Just even count to seven thousand, and then multiply by the numbers of children, then the parents, then the relatives, then the neighbourhood and then the region and then the country. I taught every age group of people in Taipei, Taiwan. Ah, those people were mostly lovely. The children were so affectionate, sweet, happy, and lively and kind that it was sometime’s kind of embarrassing. The adults too, were often without guile. Even if they had nowhere as many faults as me, I still liked a lot of ‘em, a lot.

They used to say to me "...you are like a Chinese man! Very good family man!" Yes, perhaps, but slightly taller!

When I rode a Sanyang motorcycle around Taipei in those long ago salad days, the Taiwanese used to see the mainland Chinese as more like country rubes and innocents, cos' they were and many still are. This was in the 1990’s, and things have changed somewhat, though not for a lot of regional mainland folks. It’s oddly like this in Japan too. It’s that innocent and sheltered inward looking Asian thing. No, really. Hey, I don’t want to be patronising, as there are plenty of serious folks in Asia that can run rings around little old tiny me obviously, and they er, did! Obviously!

But I digress. There is a stark contrast with the utterly bankrupt Burmese authorities, and the all stops out action of the Chinese people with the enormous assistance of their Government. And a major reason they can mount a serious response, is because the Chinese have a serious economy.

It’s a profoundly moving sight to see the mass of people, the medical teams, rescue workers, the army and even the curious Premier, doing what has to be done and on such a fantastic scale. The relentless effort beyond exhaustion and endurance. Every aid should be given and is being given to the Chinese people. I look at my own family, and note that I live in an apartment building of several stories. The almost painful compassion one feels for the very real human beings who are going through this is as nothing, to what they are enduring and right now.

Of course this is so in Burma too, though without any real aid, and with no serious help from their rotten to the core junta, which is the way junta's generally are. Give the Burmese people the support and their own firepower, and I have a feeling they can perhaps do the rest, as they did in WWII. It is as they say, there but for the grace of God.

But for China, whether those who are courageous enough to speak will be heeded or more likely arrested as per usual, is another thing. Maybe it will happen? Er, maybe not. But the ah, the cat is definitely out of the bag, so to speak. Even though the Communist government, like all totalitarian freaks, have quite an ability at putting said cat back into said bag.

Nature is indifferent to us whether we live or die, and this is never more clear than to people who live in the er, less kind regions on earth. The Chinese are entirely right to tame their environment to their own benefit. With all the problems, flaws and darkness in China, there is also a great and much realised potential, achievement and at some point, however naively premature a view, inevitable change.

At this enormously painful time I wish them well and all assistance.

This is the best Groundhog Day I’ve ever had.

"There's nothing you can do, kid. Its the inner-city. It's just like Tokyo town".


“When ya stuck for the rent and you feel ya gonna break, the last thing ya need is another phony on the take”. Iggy Pop.

“I’ve never been so broke that I couldn’t leave town. I’m a Changeling. See me change”. Jim Morrison.


In the alleged Dark Ages they invented the mechanical crank, essential to the transfer of circular motion into a greater and therefore viable energy, the tackable sail, as well as soap, trousers, stirrups and the bridle etc, to name a few of thousands. And yet, many a Pavlovian trained PC chum imagines they have reached a kind of advanced enlightenment vastly superior to our lice ridden, sans plumbing and dental free ancestors. Not with regurgitated and repackaged as mainstream guff circa 1970's Left paradigms you ain’t.

At my son’s school they sent home a newsletter that announces they now have a Chaplain. Great, says I. But in the little paragraph there’s no mention of Christianity or Jesus, beyond he’s a “Chaplain”. Nope, it’s “general spiritual well being”, a phrase so fashionably amorphous, superficial, weak and essentially meaningless, that it could denote dancing around a Maypole, licking crystals or just you know, thinkin’ about er, stuff, like um, spiritual stuff, about er, whatever...

The good Chaplain has a “background in social and youth work and an interest in the indigenous community”. Great. I'm sure he's a fine person. Though the indigenous community in the inner-city neighbourhood I live in, numbers perhaps two mixed blood to zero full blood people. So literally an almost singular interest really. You may as well say I have an interest in the people who run the corner store. Maybe they mean the vast two taxi filling tribes of St. Kilda? So the background is maybe middle ground and wan enough regards actual overt Christian stuff, that the background seems more of a foreground, like on a movie set.

“No need to open that door. We’ve removed all the um, difficult, serious and religious kind of stuff. It’s just held up with sticks! Be careful, it could collapse if you lean on it”.

“Any idea offends somebody. Steyn's speech informs. Yours is useless”. Anonymous.

Hey, but at the local library there is going to be an author’s talk by David G. According to the newsletter, Dave is “an accredited Wizard...” No, really. What is an accredited Wizard? Maybe he studied hard for three years at the back of Larry’s Magic and Novelty Shop, went on the road "payin' his dues", and Dave's Union membership is current?

Ok, so nothing problematic about taking Wizard qualifications as a given and real. Check. But just don’t mention the message of Christ and the meaning of Christianity, cos it’s potentially a little er, difficult and well, embarrassing. It’s a fairly common genuflect to say in hushed tones like Basil Fawlty, "don't mention the war!", er, Judeo Christianity, and go for local dominant culture abasement 101. Check.

"I might have said something about Christian values, but I think I may have got away with it!"

"Free speech means speaking the unspeakable, or it means nothing at all". G.K Chesterton.

You know Jesus performed some tricks and things, though he didn’t have a funny hat. Crazy, innit? Still there’s Aboriginal Dreamtime stories at the Library, which are often given a default and patronising faux interest. No, really. Ironically, much of our current public discourse deals exclusively in dreamtime stories, and they make up a new one every week as the previous parade of shibboleths inevitably grind to a halt of internal contradictions.

“I’ll take feared over well liked any day in the week. What’s with these [Left] Libs, anyway? Why are they so hell bent on being well liked by the world? Friendship and .99 cents will get you a whopper at Burger King. The fear of your enemies? Priceless, my friends”. DrW on Hotair. May 23, 2008.

“What this country needs is more free speech worth listening to”. Hansell B. Duckett.

“All of the books in the world contain no more information than is broadcast as video in a single large American city in a single year. Not all bits have equal value”. Carl Sagan.

And that’s the great thing about the inner-city. It changes so rapidly and is so hip, that it’s nearly always the same, just re-upholstered and with fresh espresso. But I can’t live anywhere else, if you call it living, except maybe Montana or a beach dune house. And New York.

Thank God for 1689 in Britain, with the advent of private property, protected rights etc, and the massive progress in the market which fed technology and thus science, that has all allowed me to be able to now sit at a café table with a laptop, or a yo-yo. Pretty neat, eh?

“The important thing in science is not so much to obtain new facts as to discover new ways of thinking about them”.
Sir William Bragg.

“Knowledge is power, if you know it about the right person”.
Ethel Mumford.

I find that many people in the inner-city are naturally in agreement with me as long as I don’t discuss any actual subjects. That’s where things can almost invariably become strained and puzzled. It’s amazing how automatically folks can mouth and repeat back at the ring of the old Pavlov bell, the appropriate canard for every occasion. All Left Liberal fantasy is really for projecting a superior and vain image on the part of the parroter. Mostly at the level of a hysterical hobbyist posture, they’re not intended for any er, action.

"Believe me! Give me kudos! Love me!"

“Men live in a fantasy world. I know this because I am one, and I actually receive my mail there”. Scott Adams.

Don't get me wrong. I'm so inner-city, it hurts! I love the inner-city. The people are so cute. And everyone still lives virtually the same around here and always will, with plumbing, dentistry, electricity and refrigeration etc. But many don’t want to admit to being spineless consumer’s and perform all sorts of gymnastics and cant to distract and deny it. I’m happy to admit I’m a spineless consumer, especially when I live in the fortunate part of the world that has things to consume. In the inner-city, it can seem that maybe 99% of opinion’s are utter crap. No, really. But luckily most don’t live by them except in passing. In the cold light of day here in Tombstone, Sheriff, you realise we all have basically the same requirements.

“We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are”.
Anais Nin.

“[Left] Liberals view talk as an end in itself. They never think through how these talks will proceed, which is why Chamberlain ended up giving away Czechoslovakia. He didn't leave for Munich planning to do that. It is simply the inevitable result of talking with madmen without a clear and obtainable goal. Without a stick, there's only a carrot”. Anne Coulter.

Green Left Weekly prints rhetoric free edition on postage stamp.

In case of media scrum, remove from casing.


Dear sports, here's a request of the week from Wednesday January 30 2008, nicely modified.

Sometime during 2007, the Age advertised that they were looking for new cartooning talent! Riiight, sure they were. What a coincidence! I'm not looking for new cartooning talent either. So, I sends in me vastly superior scrawls, ahoy! The Matron handling this phony pantomime was actually very nice. She said my stuff was interesting, original, funny, exciting and entertaining. In short, none of the things they were looking for. So no dice.

Quite a surprise, eh? About as surprizing as the ABC's 7:30 Report.

She asked me what I thought about their long term cartoonist, Michael Leunig. As I was only in the early stages of grovelling for the potential to non-existent um, position, I was very Diplomatic. I avoided saying things like what a neurotic, spittle flecked, repetitive, twisted and boring Leftoid freak Leunig is. But I would never say that. I guess these are the current specs for, and I kid you not, a "National Treasure!" I would've been bitter if I could've gotten over the boredom of bothering at all. Aah, but I was like a foolish young schoolgirl.

"Love me! Publish me! And pay me!"

Hey, around the same time as this non-career move, Instapudit from pajamasmedia "Instalanched" me! It was Saturday 30 September 2007. I remember it well. I'd just come back from safari and my head man Kawili, informed me that there had been some lion trouble at a local village. Lifting my rifle and reaching for my propeller hat, I...

Er, no. That Glenn Reynolds is incredible, is he not? I dedicate this post to Glenn, the wonderful Lonnie ConservativeVoice Beale, "Your Host" on YouTube and Doc Roper at gmroper. The Doc graciously quoted a line of mine for a while on his banner head, from an old post, titled "I am the Ghost of the Endless Sadness of the Ordinary People".

The quote is "Peace and freedom come only through superior firepower, not absurd and suicidal ideas of 'inclusiveness' regards your mortal enemy".

Sports, I also direct you all to John Ray at his brilliant blog called 'dissectleft'. And hey, he does just that. He nicely linked to me and of course, everyone is all in the swingin' and groovy links. Dissectleft ties in perfectly with Dr Sanity. Yep, there is also er, sometimes, the Australian newspaper. It's almost fit for adults, folks!

Speaking of conservative folks and er "right wing bastards" like me, check out one of Australia's station wagon full of conservative pundits and columnist's, Andrew Bolt. Old Andy is often called a "Fascist!" by the shrivelled Left, liberal fascist and radical axis of mediocrity. Such default ad hominem's aimed at Bolt, are usually made in absentia of having actually read him.

"Andy a Fascist you say? Of course he is, dear. Only last night Bolty and I arrested 15,000,000 people, expanded the government to enormous proportions of total control freakery via the state and nationalised all industries like er, the Left".

Spoiled, affluent twerps screeching "Fascist!" is your virtual scientific proof that in reality, said twerps have neither proof nor reality on their side. Ah, relentlessly familiar turf for the enormous talents at the peoples cube.

Andrew is a decent, intelligent, individual, courageous, hard working family guy who gives a damn and is mostly pretty much right on the money. He's just a conservative, like a lot of adults. He's online with a cool forum, is great value and can be found twice a week at the odd little tabloid newspaper, the Herald Sun in Melbourne. You can read the Sun's entire news section before you get your change!

One of the hardest working journalist's in Australia, good old Bolt beat me to it and posted some of the following fake news headlines under the cool header of "Just the fact's, Ma'am". Thanks Andy. How does he do it all? I have enough trouble doing my laundry.

"Colonel Robert Neville discovers headlines to amaze".
Andrew Bolt.

But there's the rub, Boyo. The Herald Sun often has some nice supplement's. And as tabloid's often seem to do in the midst of their relentless churning of the grist for the mill, they still manage in their way to reflect a little more of the ordinary people's desires and fear's than say, the Age. Because for the Aged, that would be so, gauche.

Editor in Chief of a dying medium: "Cartoon's, eh? You say you write as well? Yes, they're all very nice uh, Colonel Nibble is it? But I'm afraid it's not really what we're looking for here at the Age newspaper. Or as we like to call it, the people's broadsheet!'

Here at Bunkumville, we're very firmly committed to the cutting edge of the excitingly average, the tasteful yet shallow, the delightfully biased, the entirely predictable, but with a sheen of professional dullness. Of course, many of our contributors and employees are indeed highly professional bores. Many with over three years of tedious and whacko 'journalism qualifications' under their cheap vinyl belts.

Quite frankly, we believe in tradition, like the tradition of pretty much always favouring the same old Left dullards. And why not?

That's the demandingly high standards of the art of journalism in Oz, I'm afraid. And you just don't measure down, er, up you see? Oh yes, she's a harsh Mistress, is the old hackery.

Now, if only you could be as stupid, bigoted, bereft, deluded, clueless, conceited, unreadably turgid, convoluted and plain crazy as say our cartoonist, Michael Leunig for example, or as comfortably unchallenged, smug and gleefully spiteful as our columnist, Catherine Deveny, then we could talk. Yep, yapping ad nauseum, see? Yap, yap, yap, yap".

Colonel Neville: "I'll give it my best shot!"

Remember folks, your mind can be saved even after University.




A Load Of Old Fake News Headlines. Ain't they all.


Kitchen sink drama actually about kitchen sink.

Serious art film Director makes real life drama about diarrhoea.

Woman accuses deaf, blind and mute husband of being argumentative.

Worlds most boring man enjoys own company.

Child prodigy violin ensemble filled with kiddie fiddlers.

Critics of capitalism not supported by capitalism.

Socialised medicine great for patients.

Brain drain stops due to drain clogged with brains says plumber.

Japanese sense of humour trials to begin soon.


Activist admits to having no real interest in the people just hates parents.

Alcoholic street beggar spends money on pie not liquor.

Bangladeshi man receives telemarketing call from Australia during a convenient time at own request.

Fifty percent of child bride marriages end in divorce due to immaturity and senility.

Unattractive man finds bathroom mirror reflection unattractive.


Successful expatriate expresses humility and gratitude to home country.

Actual achievement of Che Guevara uncovered not involving murder.

Girlfriend’s drawer contains no ugly menstrual underwear.

The Age newspaper not dull and entirely predictable.
“The Age newspaper is not dull and entirely predictable” says Editor.

Obnoxious bar drunk draws line at making loud song requests of pianist.

Bogan demands cover band stops playing AC/DC and Cold Chisel songs.

Four year old unamused by loud flatulence.

Couple in long term relationship never break wind in front of each other.

Conceptual artist concedes the concept of audience conceiving enjoyment worth considering.

Rare tawny owl legitimate reason for bulldozing woodland.

Good looks of otherwise conceited and vacuous girl still satisfying after two months.

Entire high school staff well groomed and in contemporary fashions.

Magician makes instant coffee.

Dreadlocks at white private school worn by actual Jamaican.

Entire Latin American road system now chicken truck free.

Hyperbole mostly exaggerated.


Monkey at zoo maintains dignity.

Goat at Satanic ritual replaced with parrot.

Fugitive outlaws find Mexican village, Mission and Church all in good repair but no plaintive guitars.

Radical aware of empirical difference between Prime Minister and Hitler.

Protester has nothing to complain about personally.

Irish Priest neither jovial nor taciturn.

No Zoot suits worn on Skid Row.

Leftist admits to living in comfortable Democracy not Fascist Dictatorship.

Violent anti capitalism protests fail to leave private schools deserted.

Teenage Goth prefers Hawaii.

Arrival of cavalry worsens situation.

Vandal buys private property complains about graffiti.

David Irving fabricated past decency.

People in kitchen at parties most light hearted.

Former President just older not a statesman.

Former Prime Minister silent.


Left comedian finds performing left material to a left audience challenging.

Chaser World Tour ridiculing Islam cancelled due to death of entire cast.

Chasers World Tour ridiculing Christianity cancelled due to indifference and Dave Allen Tour.

World improving since brick thrown through fast food chain window by student protester.

Over 99% of statistics are meaningless.

48% of people have some point of difference to the other 52%.

Most cases of neglect are negligible.

The average life expectancy of aborted babies has remained stable.

One in three people feel the odd one out.

Most younger siblings find constant wedgies confidence building.

Cat enters front door without hesitating shows no signs of aloofness.

Talking Parakeet in comedy film not dubbed.

Light hearted passage found in Russian novel.


French film not about French.

Italian film uses coherent dialogue sparingly and when relevant.

Hong Kong movie stays in single genre.

Indian film needs to be seen in sequence.

English film confident and positive about being English.

Swedish film light hearted and entertaining.

Israeli film from 1960’s found not starring Topol.

Privately funded Australian film watched and enjoyed by wide audience uses non quirky proven genre working from a fully developed script.

Japanese film not crazy.

Welsh film.

No Maoris in violent New Zealand film.

Documentary hopes to not change or effect anything.

Recipient of government grant loves government.

Advertisement clearly explains limits of product.

Teenage diary filled with insight, inspiration and compassion for parents.

No irrational contributors to newspaper letters page.


Communist writes working business plan.

Pop musician says that economic policy and geopolitics are beyond his abilities.

Yes man fails to impress Boss.

Middle management challenges status quo.

Lower level employee advances due to constructive criticism and new ideas.

Middle aged Dad fails to comment on kid feeling like an ice cream.

Middle aged Dad’s life empty of corrosive criticism and filled with incredible sex.

TV Network hires talented innovator indefinitely.

Artist inspired by the mundane compromises of life.

Clones reach consensus on cloning want more clones, more clones, more clones.

Group of female friends finds focus on gossip and complaining tedious and limiting.

Weekly women’s magazine talks science, geo-politics and poses philosophical questions.

Bob Brown talks in depth.

Bob Ellis rational, coherent and sober.


Movie star researches empirical facts on pet hobby horse.

Friday night cruise cars contain an equal number of females and are largely driven by the mature, intelligent and influential.

Working Class suburbs mullet free.

Inner city no longer smug and condescending.

Inner city opinions entirely connected to real world.

Sean Penn shows patriotism and gratitude to USA not Latin American despot.

Sean Penn stops beating girlfriend takes on passing teamsters.

Hollywood stars held accountable for past statements and actions.

Jane Fonda no longer neurotically inclined to treason. “I want to be remembered as Washington Jane” says Fonda.

Susan Sarandon not an addled old tart says Sarandon. “I’m going to stop this illegal war and logically I’ll support putting the Baathists back in power by showing my breasts at the March for Peace through Comfortably Affluent Delusion, Treason and Stupidity” said Susan.

Michael Leunig no longer looking like an elderly Jewish woman woken at 3:AM. Dumps street wino corduroy and jumper set. “Let’s face it. I look like a crazy, boring, deluded, indulged old hippie fool. I’m calling Carson Kressley!” said

Michael Leunig does cartoon condemning Islamic terrorism and communist dictatorships.

Bono not the focus of pointless meetings of political leaders. Finances no longer entirely in Bahamas tax haven. “That would make me a celebrity hypocrite and a phony” said Bono.

Bob Geldof caring and tactful to people he has actually met.”I realised that acting the sour and world weary pop star doesn’t hide the fact that I’m a very rich, sour and world weary businessman” said Bob.

Parkinson finds celebrity guests anti Bush rhetoric not funny. “Two out of three guests say the same predictable stuff so I have to fake it to laugh at all” said Michael.

Bananas are the naughty fruit.

There is many a slip twixt thought and tongue, or somewhere. "I lill get da lubber glubs, Colonel San!"



You know we used to have a couple of Japanese café’s and the wifey, being a Japanese kind of girl, in fact entirely Japanese, thought it would be great to call the first one er, “Paranoid”. No, that’s a bad idea, hence the lack of eating establishments named after mental and personality disorders or skin diseases. But you know, it seemed perfectly hip and swingin' to Miss Kabuki Saturday night in Ginza, meets Jerry Lewis.

“Good evening sir. Would you care to see the menu?“

“Why are you asking me? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

For a while I saw that a fruit and vegetable supermarket would be useful, if only for the chance to fondle so many firm yet pliant shapes.

“The fruit? You can’t handle the fruit!”

And that’s what I like about wifey, the innate Japanese thang, and with her preference for the Western, especially a place like New York. Ah, the Big Apple. New York is my favourite citrus named metropolis and we will get there, eventually. We already have the suitcases and with air holes they're big enough for all of us!

The wifey tends to have a perspective that one could never imagine, and this can stop things getting rather er, dull, and without the slightly creepy all in the mind Western prone obsession for all things Asian. The great mystery of the East is that there really is none. Things are much as they appear, even the hidden.

After two and a half years, which is the usual cultural exhaustion point for most Western expats, just as the ennui starts flooding in, Asia can seem in the end, just various combinations of electronics, fascinating package foods, crowded child like mono-culture madhouses on motor scooters, with endemic corruption and plastic sandals. No, really. Don’t get me wrong, I dig Asia and especially Japan, but you know Jake, "...it’s Tokyo town”.

And once you dig it, one always has that sense of displacement as if you’re maybe going to the airport tomorrow with a one way ticket after all. I once read of an American guy who had spent decades in Japan, was profoundly fluent in the language, culture, history and customs etc, but never felt that he had been able to see beyond and into that invisible er, something of being Japanese, except for perhaps one time.

Once he observed a typical middle-aged, conservative Japanese man endlessly working at and rearranging a small plant and flower combination all with that singular and relentless patience, in a neighbourhood street as people walked by. Just as it appeared that he would never be fully satisfied with its dynamic and the apparent search for the mathematical harmony, as they say, he suddenly brightened. Stepping back he sat for a long time, just looking at it.

The American couldn’t see what the Japanese guy seemed able to. And then he did see something, or so it seemed. It was not so much the object as the relationship between the man, his focus and the surroundings, being in er, Japan an' all. And just then as he thought that “Ah, I see!”, in another moment it was gone.

Who knows? Maybe it was just a nice shrub. And often it’s just pointless and plain crazy. And yet...

“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is: Infinite”. William Blake.

Curiously, a lot of life is infinitely mundane, repetitive and boring, even with the fruit and flower arranging. No, really. The challenge is not so much to find the exceptional and exciting, but how to deal with the pedestrian and see the extraordinary in the everyday, which it is. And for some, their default is seeing the mediocre and horrible in the outstanding. Thus there is the fiasco of idiot outrage and logical fallacy at Bill Henson, the truly rare and great Australian artist. Apparently Bill and by default, all artists I guess, have to consider how assorted pinheads and freaks may percieve or use their art. Gee, ya certainly got ya work cut out for you then, eh?

Yep, art has unexpected influence in my life. Since I bought as a teenager, the Velvet Underground with Warhol’s famous cover, I’ve used big bananas in ways not intended by Andy. And every time I buy a pole, it has to be a blue pole. Whenever I'm thinking, I always curl my fist under my chin, while sitting on a plinth. Boy, do I regret how many girls I’ve dated with both their eyes on one side of their head. And man, I won’t leave the house without removing both my arms.

In the lobby of the Waldorph Hysteria this Saturday night.

The Waldorph Hysteria Lobby can get a little hectic sometimes, and it's only Monday night.



Dear sports, here's 18 daft cartoons, [a few are missing which I'll add soon], that started their two dimensional life on a whiteboard in Taipei, Taiwan about twenty years ago, in order to teach English in a more fun kinda way. If that's er, possible. I used such typical phrases as "You know, elephants generally prefer to use the bus", "That guy's head is made of ten cubic metres of pastry!" and the old stand by "You're standing on my duck feet!"

Just click to expand. Er, the illustrations, not you.

Each one was usually drawn over one day, so, a total of about seventeen days work. Work? Yeah, right. I used refillable plastic pencils, an eraser and the edge of the lead container for any straight lines. In the end, I did them mostly for my own amusement. Of course I drew them mostly on Earth and I was usually breathing oxygen throughout. This is what happens when you can mostly only get local Taiwanese TV, featuring Brian Dennehy dubbed in high pitched Mandarin.

I hope ya dig them. You're free to use, though regards the unlikely chance of making any monkey out of them, the usual copyright and vast briefcases full of cash apply. Other than that, post them, print them off or whatever, as they're "just the right size for wrapping fish!" Next time I'll draw a single idea and hopefully they'll make some kind of sense. Colonel Neville.


He was a tough cop in a tough city, or was he?

















We Kings and Queens of Maine, leaving too late from the fields.

















Mother?

















Pontiac Rain.

















Hey, tattoo's are back!

















Celebrity party.

















Wah's new?.

















A bunch a bananas.














Hey! Kid's today. What can ya do? Nuttin'!

















Another bleedin' Colonel.

















I am not a cartoon!
















See monster!

















Rusty's most challenging role.




















The Big Three. String, Cardboard and Cheese.



















Is there Table Service on Mars?























Anyone for tennis?

Is this room going to the airport?

"Many people, and not just the super demented, are just plain crazy about their pet obsessions".



Dear sports, here's a request of the week from Friday 23 November 2007, all nicely modified.


Mrs Freakmeister: "Excuse me. Is this room going to the airport?"

Colonel Neville: “No, it’s going to Zimbabwe. You want the 5:PM steam shovel on Platform 9, Platform 9, Platform 9”.

Now sports, a demented, delusional and paranoid old lady asked me this fantastically Goon Show style question, meaning what time exactly, was her flight to the Outer Rings of Venus leaving? The disturbing thing is that many allegedly regular people, even outside of institutions, are nonetheless just as deluded, misinformed and plain mad as Mrs Freakmeister. That’s of the Venus Freakmeisters.

Mrs Freakmeister: “Oh, is this my room?”

Colonel Neville: “Er, yes. See all the photographs of YOU on the side table?”

Mrs Freakmeister: “Oh, no stranger would ever have my photographs in their room!”

Colonel Neville: “Mrs Freakmeister, if I don’t get away from you, your insanity will suck the life from me, much like a bleached coral sponge”.

And many people do. For a lot of folks, the existence or abscence of empirical evidence are the least likely things to ever alter their opinion's in the slightest. For many, either way to the contrary can merely prove they're right!

“When dealing with people, let us remember we are not dealing with creatures of logic. We are dealing with creatures of emotion, creatures bristling with prejudices and motivated by pride and vanity”. Dale Carnegie.

I once had a Chinese girlfriend who was a true morbid narcissist and completely mad. She was also the only genuine nymphomaniac I’ve experienced personally, and er, repeatedly. Though it ain't anywhere near as good as it sounds, sports. I mean the nympho part, not the er, morbid narcissist thing, which is exactly as bad as it sounds. She constantly burnt food because she’d just walk out the door, mid stir fry. So naturally the fire alarm would go off every second day and then she’d complain about the noise...

Chinese Monster: ”What dat for? Orrwayz peep, peep, peep!"

Colonel Neville: “Er, that’s to warn us of any fire in the apartment say at 3:AM, dig? [Under breath] You crazy bastard".

Chinese Freak: “But I never cook at 3:AM!”

And why not indeed. In the same senility corral as the room service to the insane woman, if not the same universe, was another bereft and raving old dustbag. Her endless screamings concerned crazy, amazingly paranoid, convoluted and absurdly impossible future events.

Mrs MacGillicuddy: "The government are boiling the very pies we eat! And the steam is rising! Mark my words. In the future, we'll all be permanently damp and waterlogged, and that's when they'll jump! We won't be able to run, you see. We're being watched now. Oh yes. My phone is monitored. Pick it up. Go on. I can hear them whispering. Everything is in place. Oh yes".

Much like the manic obsessions of conspiracy and environmentalism, eh? Which reminds me of Oz Greens Leader Bob Brown, a man whose mind is spread so thin when attempting to grasp any subject, that it can be folded many more times than the theoretical seven.

“I know what you’re up to! You’re with that woman up the street and you all stink! Don’t you think I don’t know?! I have proof! I have photos! Of you with the King, the King of Norway. You’ll never take me alive! You’ll never rule the world with your dirty tricks; ya death rays don’t scare me! Get away from me! Don’t you dare leave me! I’ll stab you, I will!"

Er, that's Mrs MacGillicuddy, not Bob Brown discussing Green's Policy. And yet, compared to the opinions of the MSM, all seemingly formed by mere chance, Mrs Mac could almost be as a breath of fresh air. Her scrambled mind stands out as clearly mad because well, everyone else is not like that. And there’s the rub, matey’s.

It’s hard to find contrast in the MSM between good and bad when apart from small fastly evaporating pools of intellectual light, the majority of the virtually useless MSM is so reflective of each other. And on so many critical subjects, merely reinforce rather blithely, captive delusions and ignorance.

"Whenever you hear the consensus of scientists agrees on something or other, reach for your wallet, because you're being had". Michael Crichton.

When so many agree with what is nothing but fashionable guff, hyperbole, predictive bunkum, passively received indoctrination and junk that we've just grown up with, you find that ever fewer can speak out and say um, that’s simply not true. To know what the real motives for pushing something are, and say here is the empirical evidence that will utterly Fisk this, point by crushing point, is er, time consuming and difficult.

And there you have it. The dominant MSM and educational angle is mostly of the Left. It’s more emotional, passionate and always seemingly urgent. It's really about control and vanity. Moral vanity.

Living in the inner-city as I do, the chances of meeting folks not sodden with Left cant is sometimes kinda pretty slim. Of course not everyone in the inner-city is affluent and nuts. Some folks are loaded and entirely irrational.

For instance, I went to an open day for my son’s primary school last year. On a class room wall there were pictures of Coalition troops, with a list of descriptive questions, followed by the alleged answers of the er, children.

I say alleged, because if you can swallow a child of about seven emoting in "SmashTheCapitalistWarMachineImperialistMurderersEtc" GreenLeft Weekly speak, all placard and chant ready, let me know how. The military are, according to our junior Sean Penn's and Noam Chomsky’s, mostly very bad "angry" people. Yep, the highly trained professional adults, of diverse backgrounds whose awesome courage and patriotism has given us everything we have, have been presented as creeps and borderline criminals, and not in reality straight from the mouths of babes, but via the ideological delusions of people a little taller than a seven year-old.

George Bush was surprise, seen as an idiot, a liar and every seven year-olds common concept, a kind of Fascist. Er, no. The fully qualified and experienced jet pilot, who graduated with a common C average from Harvard and Yale idiot, who is a rape and adultery scandal free non-perjuring President.

Er, do seven year-olds usually think in terms of Fascism, meaning military states with all industry nationalised, total control of all speech via the state, and with some bizarre kind of agrarian fantasy overlay? Doubt it? Sounds like Left Liberalism. Come on, kids have to be shovel fed this junk with little chance of dissent. They don't usually turn into sour and self-loathing paranoids without assistance. It ain't natural.

Aah, teaching kids not how to think, but what to think, ends in ideologically driven mediocrity so pervasive and accepted, that no one, especially a seven year-old, can conceive of anything outside of it. And this is done by otherwise good people. Go figure. It’s the Invasion of the Body Snatchers as per usual. Don't let ya podfolks try this on ya at home, kids! Stay awake.

Now where's that rebellion gone?

It seems now, that if you agree with enough of someone, you agree with it all, and there’s no need to have any objective ability to discriminate with any proportion or perspective. Developing the thinking skills required for discriminating analysis is the basis of rational thought. The elimination of this is Leftism. The extreme and the amorphous. Some choice. Odd, innit?

To encourage children to not tell the difference between Hitler, Stalin and Mao on the one mass murdering hand, and Bush, Howard and Blair on the other, is bizarre. Or to see the incredibly successful West of Capitalist Democracy, free markets, freedom and the human rights that they do represent, as the true and only source of evil in the world, is not only insane and wrong, but deeply corrupting, manipulative and corrosive to young minds. This is cognitive dissonance and it doesn't bode well.

It certainly doesn’t bode well for the assistance I look for with my own flaws, faults and limitations. I like to meet the many people who are far better than I am, but who has that much time? It’s disturbing to me to imagine being left to my own feeble resources. I thank God everyday for the Internet and independent publishing.

"It crushes a man's ego. I feel...lonely". Chuck in Planet of the Apes.

"To predict the behaviour of ordinary people in advance, you only have to assume that they will always try to escape a disagreeable situation with the smallest possible expenditure of intelligence". Friedrich Nietzsche.

If only I’d grasped any of this or anything at fifteen, or thirty five. Well, um, Nietzsche was a proto Nazi, a people hating and self-loathing nutcase at the best of times, but nobody's perfect. And he was if anything, consistent.

So of course, all the George Bush photos also had little Adolf moustaches and matching quiff sets. No one seemed to find this er, culturally insensitive to say any Jews, who gee, do know the difference. Now don’t get me wrong, the teachers are good people otherwise, and er, competent. It’s just that er, something is wrong. Maybe it’s the space-time continuum?!

In the staff room was a sensitive Teachers Union take on Ramadan. You know, the traditional Muslim cleansing ritual prior to the traditional Muslim violent Jihad. If you can spin that positively, you can spin anything.

“OK. This is how I see the new advertising campaign, Osama baby. Can I call you Osama? Smile and lose the beard and moustache! The kids will love ya! Ya so anti-American! Trust me! I did wonders for Che the child killer!”

"On everything from Indian policy to education, ideological purity now trumps even the most obvious failures in practice. The single greatest weakness of Western culture is the ability to draw a moral equivalence between anything and everything. It’s really an inability to see anything in due proportion".
Mark Steyn.

One can't think rationally when polarised. The mind tends to swing from one extreme to another like a pair of toy magnet poodles. So where do I end up? Avoiding being bogged down in the automatic treacle of the misinformed. At many a workplace folks spend their lunch break staring into space, gossiping, watching the very loud TV no matter what’s on, never reading and consuming often B grade food. So much for management, you should see the staff!

Yet almost invariably many have strong views on geopoliticics, economics, security and clog dancing, of which they deliberately know nothing.

"Howard’s a racist! I like Rudd’s smile. We need a change! Bush has caused terrorism!, America is so bad. I don't like cheese snacks. Is the cricket on?"

“I don’t know anything about art, but I know what I like!" Er, no. The first admission means that the following conclusion is impossible.

Sadly, it’s not an inherent skill for any of us to be able to escape from the circle of logical fallacy. It takes some effort. Such nopinions are second hand impressions from second rate minds, and one ends up thrown upon the rough seas of emotions and of worthless viewpoints. But hey, Bon Voyage!

"Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions". Albert Einstein.

Every Philistine critic gets to be an instant artist for a day!

Guileless, intelligent and nosey kid: "Papa, why are there so many Philistine control freaks in the world?"

Old Pops: "I don't know, but it was the winning idea from the recent 'non-ideas' summit!"




“They’re disgusting. It’s the first time I’ve seen them and I find them absolutely revolting!”. Quite. No, that’s not Fluffy, our own medium size Prime Minister Kevin Rudd, speaking about his balls, but pasty Kev pronouncing from on high, but low brow, on the incredible work of internationally uber-respected and very successful Australian artist Bill Henson. A man whose work he seems to know precisely zero about. And regards the world of artistic expression, he appears to understand even less.

Yes, it's the bleeding first time he's seen 'em, and quick as a flash, our Kev can form a stupid opinion even more clueless and weak minded than my Aunt Doris. And she's dead. So young people, and especially girls are revolting, eh? Annoying and a bore, but nauseating? The PM must have had a rather difficult pubescence then, hence the palour. Even my five year old son doesn't say girls are yukky anymore. Oh, I get it. It's the perceived angle. I'd bet it's his and not Bill's then.

"Whatever the artistic view of the merits of that sort of stuff, frankly, I don't think there are any, just allow kids to be kids". Out own King Kevin.

Innit great that such a bunko PM can weigh in on what kind of art is er, art? How er, Socialist.

"A picture of Glorious Celebrity Comrade Cate Blanchett for your approval, Prime Minister!"

Channel 7 News: ”...pornography posing as art”.

Yeah, whatever MSM boobs. The Police are charging Bill Henson, with er, alleged child pornography offences, due to his latest exhibition! I kid you not. Henson is one of my favourite photographer/artists, noted for outstanding, distilled, under-lit and virtual old Master honed, [new, old, timeless Master, whatever] and meticulously set-up shots of the night, city, street scape, the rural and the industrial etc. Often using the young, middle and old as models, his work is striking for possessing more nuance, ambiguity, depth and the elegiac than one can bear.

From artgallery nsw gov au: “Hensons works are held in all the major Australian galleries, including the art galleries of NSW, WA, SA, the National Gallery of Victoria and the National Gallery of Australia.

In international collections, Bill Henson’s work is held in the Guggenheim Museum in New York, the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, the Denver Art Museum, the Houston Museum of Fine Art, 21c Museum, Louisville, the Montreal Museum of Fine Art, Bibliotheque Nationale in Paris, the DG Frank Collection in Frankfurt, and the Sammlung Volpinum and the Museum Moderne Kunst in Vienna”.

Phew! No wonder our pig ignorant PM and media haven’t heard of him. It wasn’t on a diplomatic memo or a cue card! And in a bizarro and hilarious twist, Van Thanh Rudd, the son of fluffy Kev's brother, [no, really], had his as per usual rudimentary Leftard student agitprop cum tedious and random graphic design, uncerimoniously removed from a 'government artspace!', cos' it's apparently offensive to among other's, the er, Chinese government?

Oh, the delicious irony. Consider for a moment even the phrase 'government artspace'...

Here's Van's straight from Socialist Parody Central take on Chavez, the dumb as a plank totalitarian, Che the child killer Guevara fan and murderous pal of Iranian gay murdering Prez, Ahmachimphead. To Van, nothing is ever glaringly phony enough, that he ever drops his out of date by several decades, rhetorical delusions, and is repulsed. Nope for Van the ham, it's all good, as long as you cloak everything in "right on!" and revolutionary juvenile loon drivel. This is his idea of intellectual and moral Quality Control. Er, no.

He is in short, ya bog standard, entirely unoriginal, radical and hysterical idiot. Van Thanh Rudd, as Mark Steyn has said, "lives in a fantasy life completely supported by the system he despises".

Ever heard of Logical Fallacy and empiricism, Van? Nope, guess not. But still, I don't want to stop him doing his thang, but with his own money. Because I would not want to compromise Van's er, integrity. Hey, kid's today, eh? But back to Bill.

“Bill Henson is an artist of ferocious integrity, a photographer of the human condition and an experimenter of remarkable skill and conviction”. Photobox.

Andrew Bolt is apparently on the side of those that see Bill Henson as an expensive pornographer and damns him rather completely, as do his commenters online. Now I usually agree and dig Bolt's stuff, dig? But while I may see his er, point, such point's actually have nothing to do with Henson. So I er, beg to disagree a little, mate. Especially with absurd strawman comparison/extrapolation's of rape and murder. Sheesh! Which kinda shows the extreme illogic of first accusing Bill of being a porno King and thus so it seems, anything can then be said about 'im.

"To the tumbril!" Er, Bill has not raped or murdered anyone has he?

If one decides to have no use for the rational and the clear differences it perhaps illuminates, ok. Check. I'll tell the wife to stop taking those pornographic shots of our five year old at the beach and in the bath. Because he's naked right? And all you need to be pornographic apparently is ergo, to be naked and photographed. Really? Would I use such a model as Bill did? Nope, I'm not Bill Henson. And that doesn't make Bill's art, porn.

Hey, there's a lot of Indian temples smothered in carvings of wildly copulating couples, groups and every combination thereof. The photgraphs are available at the library and through most any large bookstore. In Japan, tourist photo's show a traditional phallus and fertility festival where the kids sit on a wooden pecker, for happy snaps, hoping for plenty of Grandchildren! And in a lot of the Islamic world, Bill Henson's photo's could be just unusually well done shots of the wife. It is, a big, crazy and er, "diverse" world out there.

Christ, if there is insanely no difference between some art and any porn for some, egad! Life imitating art as part of the human soul and condition, well, that's some endless bleeding edge, innit? I can tell the difference because there are many differences, so why can't you? Many people use actual porn but most I imagine, don't wack off at art galleries. Maybe try to act as speedily against the horrible Himalaya of the real child abusing thing. There's an idea.

Now apart from Bill being a real talent and therefore, someone you can take completely seriously, Henson is also that rare thing in Australia or anywhere, a great and international artist who sees, understands and appreciates something more profound, resonant and timeless than the merely fashionable and ideological . Bill makes a lot of alleged artists look like the crude, rudimentary and obvious pamphleteers that they truly are. His pictures are filled with a strange longing, displaced melancholy and the ruin of the old human condition. Henson especially describes the narrow and fleeting moments twixt evening and night.

“Australian artist Bill Henson is a passionate and visionary explorer of twilight zones, of the ambiguous spaces that exist between day and night, nature and civilization, youth and adulthood, male and female.

His photographs of landscapes at dusk, of the industrial 'no-man's land' that lies on the outskirts of our cities, and of androgynous girls and boys adrift in the nocturnal turmoil of adolescence are painterly tableaux that continue the tradition of romantic literature and painting in our post-industrial age.

Were it not for Henson's primary, almost devotional need to elicit empathy for his troubled human subjects, there's a feeling that nothing would prevent the black in his photographs from completely absorbing his attention and extinguishing his work”. Dennis Cooper at Pavement Magazine.

So, the pin head people are gonna arrest Bill! And we have so many pinheads! They’ve already confiscated his paintings. Bill hangs in major galleries in Australia and around the world. Bill’s great, mate. Henson uses young models in his work and because he’s used a naked thirteen year old in a series, this is automatically defined as child pornography. Dig? Well, if you're a pervert and a dumbass, everything is so.

Dudley Moore and Peter Cook as Derek and Clive. Derek: "Everything gives me the horn! Even a photograph of a piece of toilet paper gives me the horn!"

Clive: "You know what gave me the horn? The Pope when he was laying in state. He looked so vulnerable, with his untrimmed nose hair".

Derek: "The word 'and' gives me the horn".

Clive: "Yes, AND there's so much of it about".

The simple equational link for the simple minded and cultural missing link of mind, is that any photo of naked girls can only ever be porn. Actually, I imagine this is much the same kind of thought process as a paedophile. So those shots of my son in the bath wearing a soap bubble hat are porn then, aren’t they? Gotta be!

“Facts are nothing without nuance”. Norman Mailer.

The facts and nuance that pass the average asshat wearer by, is that Bill Henson is not a pornographer and doesn’t produce pornography. And correct me if I'm wrong, but no adult is supposed to find children sexually attractive, nor look for it. Children are what make life worth living, and are the way to see the meaning in life as they are the meaning. Thus the work of Bill Henson.

Children are also often an irritating bore, are weirdo's and they smell, but who want's to see that in a gallery?! I can get that at home.

Almost every MSM outlet has dealt in their usual rather tabloid way, but with their pretensions at something higher largely in tact. This shows rather starkly, that such subjects, like most areas, are beyond and above them. They are after all, a hack factory. A hacktory!

Hey, Kevin is everyday, revealing himself as the average and mediocre witted technocrat he actually and clearly always was. The automatic and knee jerk is for our tiny PM, his level and idea of a considered analysis. Thus he was the perfect King of Non-Ideas for a Day at the recent, absurd and ridiculously void of 'Ideas Summit'. 2020 twas called. Ironic the number choice really, considering the smug, conceited myopia of the elitist celebrity activist, academic and government beneficiary types that held the stage.

What a fiasco and neo-Berkley style boobfest it was. Not one “idea” worth a damn came out of it. It all boiled down to "...the government should spend much more of your money, though not mine", and on everything PC and Leftard approved. Especially the kind of utterly insane, juvenile, useless and moral vanity framed money pit pet project's of old and new Left Liberalism, that will never be held to account for anything like an actual achievement.

So a dearth of any er, 'idea's', but a surfeit of hubris. In fact, I think they hit the Motherload. But I digress.

It’s funny, innit? More and more, the real idea's of truth, meaning, reason and context are all brushed aside in a flash, by the same poop minds who wank on endlessly and earnestly about the imaginary “Fascists!” who limit their diversity.

Hey, Bill Henson could be considered a genius by much of the world forever and and a day and sadly, most of Australia, the MSM and every badly styled average politician still wouldn’t know him at all. These folks have the inquiring, curious and original minds of a slice of Swiss cheese.

Unless Henson was on say a lifestyle show, the ABC's mega tedious and fraudulent 7:30 Report, or the fatuous jelly of 60 Minutes, and continuously for at least a month. Even though I take it as a given that many of our betters in places of authority, power and influence know 'eff all about much at all, I’m still taken by surprise by what real peasants they are.

Our pathetic twerp and ten steps down to the mezzanine Leader of the Opposition, Brendan 'head butt me now' Nelson, apparently also agrees with the PM. Big as they say, 'effing surprise.

Here’s a recent sideline from earlier this week, but eerily connected to this idiocy I believe. And the guy concerned is I believe a Lefty kinda guy, of the pro-and often unviable public transport kind, but if he’s correct about the mentality and methods of the Punyversity concerned? But that’s not the point.

It’s the er, mentality of the good folks who don’t like his “intemperate” comments. They’re “derogatory and insulting”. Sounds like my kind of guy. If ever anywhere needed a barrage of insults, it’s the claustrophobic and phony cloisters of bloated academia. In fact much of our public discourse needs a damn good Sex Pistol whipping.

"Riiiighta!!" John Lydon.

Melbourne Uni has demoted Paul Mees, a senior lecturer, because he said in a “strongly worded attack” on the authors of a 2007 report on transport privatisation, that they were “liars and frauds and should be in jail”.

It’s all maybe because the Uni department doing the report, are all er, rather cosy with and funded by the er, government. As Dr. Nick Low, da man in charge of the transport research department supposedly doing independent work said of Mees views, they are "...directly contrary to our wish to conduct our relations with the State Government in the spirit of partnership and co-operation”. Sweet and chummy, eh? But this is the best part.

In the inquiry into the naughty Paul Mees affair, a Dr King, ‘found it did not matter whether Dr. Mees statements were true or not!' Quite. Now dig this. “His defence of truth should be dismissed!”, says Dr. King’s report. Riiight. From the 22 May edition of 'The Age' newspaper. Yeah, sure it is. I always fact-check even the date!

And thus in a separate but equally stirring case, and without apparently any public tender, what’s gonna be an in-tandem Leftard think tank, or I’ll eat my guitar, has been given 15 million dollars by the government. Just like that, Guv.

Er, how many more tax payer funded neo-Socialist wank chambers, just like the celebrities with no bloody idea summit do we need exactly? Isn’t just about every Uni and government department one of these bullshit spin domes by default? And now they want to get into art criticism too! There is so little alternative voice in almost any area in poor old Oz, sports. By definition for the Left of mind, any tiny glimmer of light is always way too much illumination.

"The light! It burns!"

I thank God for the free market/Conservative Institute of Public Affairs, one of the few serious and bright spots on the ever shrinking intellectual Oz map.

And as for Bill Henson, neither the presence or absence of light will ever register, penetrate or reflect in the dimness of his idiot detractors. What do context, meaning, history and intent mean to Henson’s critics? In such mind bogglingly stupid and crassly instant reactions, and in the end, precisely nothing but an irrational fear of the wrong things out there, and in the dark.

Colonel Robert Neville 'celebrates the diversity' of his 200th 'Right Wing Bastard' post!

Colonel Neville celebrates with good cheer, another personal milestone at his swingin' and happening pad! "Why the Hell can't you leave me alone?!"


"No matter how cynical you get, it is impossible to keep up".
Lily Tomlin.


Aunty Doris: “Happy 200th post Colonel! And look, we’ve banded tugetha’ and got ya a wee packet a’ sweeties! And uh left most a’ the good wunz fer ya ta!”.

Colonel Neville: “Oh, gee Aunty. I don’t know what to say, except get out”.

Aunty Doris: “Och, ya were ulwayz a sentimental soul even as a child card sharp”.

Colonel Neville: “Yes, clearing up at retirement homes, often brought a tear to my innocent little eyes. I think it was either the stench or the curtains. But who can tell in these crazy times of random political correctness? I certainly can’t”.

"It is the dull man who is always sure, and the sure man who is always dull".H.L Mencken.

But I digress, digest and divest. Ok, I re-posted some bogus requests of the week, to make up the number’s, and thus win the coveted boiled sweets award. But they were all updated and improved to make them almost readable. Several readers asked “Who are you?” and “When do I get my money?” and “Is your hair dry, lifeless and hard to manage?”

“So what’s it like to be Colonel Neville?” you may ask, but obviously don’t. Well, it’s a non-stop roller coaster ride of how can I say? Er, tedium. And yet this has never stopped me writing about it. For instance, to celebrate this momentous event, I had a blood test, which often makes me feel quite faint. Do they really need seven litres?

Colonel Neville: “If I die, I want a Mariachi band at my funeral, but not the unsophisticated kind, more with an Oscar Peterson feel, than a combine harvester out of control in a tin can factory”.

Nurse Le Strange: “Mr Colonel, don’t worry. I’m not listening and I’m not really a nurse!”

Colonel Neville: “It’s getting dark and I think I can see my Father in law…”

Nurse Le Strange: “That’s because it’s 7PM and the door is open to the waiting room”.

The wife is very supportive and excited about the 200th post too, and we had a relaxing coffee in the sun to mark the occasion. As wives do, she offered words of encouragement. "I don't care about your stupid 200th post! Go to Hell!" Curiously, she said it was an accident, but she thought my hand was an ashtray. Though I have my suspicions, and not least because she didn’t stop, and also she doesn’t smoke. Odd, I thought.

So boy, have I learnt a lot and really changed! Unbelievable changes! It’s all different now, baby! Er, not really. And yet, I have changed and sometimes even my shirts. It’s been an endless round of epiphany and revelation .

Sadly, a lot of ‘em have been a total drag. For instance, I always knew that while the inner-city was full to the espresso machines with plenty of affable and deluded boobs, I now realise we’re also largely spineless boobs. It’s a matching set! The standard issue hipster and right on political pose is to stand up bravely to any Democratic leader and minor Conservative at the drop of a pamphlet. And this is entirely because there is no threat whatsoever, no matter how stratospheric the hysterical hyperbole.

But bring on a real threat from any theocratic Middle-Eastern monkey house, third world Hell hole, unstable freak nation, Totalitarian Communist kingdom or outpost etc , and it’s a weak “Call the U.N!” but not to any gauche and actual actions.

Or it’s a standard Left Liberal free life-time pass to any mass murderer, as long as you’re anti-US, Israel or the West in general. All three is even better. And certainly not a single effective impoliteness will be aimed at any actual multiple killer’s like Iran's Ahmachimphead, Cuba's head pig Castro, Kim mentally Ill Sung, Rabid Mugabe, Charles Taylor type Congo or Africa wide clone, Assad the ass hat, any Saudi despot, Hamas my ass, Shining Path, Janjaweed, Al Aqsa or Weatheredmen ad nauseum etc, etcetera.

Nope, not much fuss at any genuinely malevolent force much anywhere, unless they’re way over there somewhere, like um, yes there is one, um, whatever, and nuttin’. That’s right, they’re angry at China, but only for killin’ Tibetan’s and not for er, Communist totalitarianism per se.

"Harrumph, cough, cough!"

But show ‘em a faraway could be better Republican etc, and boy! The inner-city fluff ball is ready to whine and hyperbole with the best of the whiners and hyperbolers. And they say the latte set don’t like bowling!

Hey, and man, they’ll dare to smash a McDonald’s window, or throw bolts at police horses, thus freeing millions of oppressed people across the world. The inner-city really is a lot like Invasion of the Body Snatchers on a loop. A loopy loop. Much of the local political opinion is backdated, nuance free, phony, irrelevant and as ineffective as a Mike Moore Subway endorsement.

“I gained more weight than a Subway franchise by only eating everything I could find”. Mike ‘can I have a straw with that vat of lard?’ Moore.

Still, he has the money and I don’t, and all he had to do was lie relentlessly and commit high treason by making among other agitprop dross, a propaganda film for the Cuban totalitarian dictatorship.

“I love Cuban food!” says Mike. “All of it!”

And show the average inner urban Left Liberal groover a seriously driven Islamist loon, and they turn inside out and abandon every alleged 'value' they may have ever had, in a disgusting and frightening paroxysm of moral inversion and abasement. Then they’ll attack you for not being a team player, in their relentlessly suicidal grovelfest.

"Courage", as C.S Lewis said, "is not merely one of the virtues, but THE virtue at the testing point".

But have I achieved anything? Well, have ya? Hmmm? Well, I did finally finish that feature wall and the towel rail is looking just great. And you should see what I did with the cutlery drawer! As for the tea towels, well, they speak for themselves, though not literally. So, gee, merely due to time constraints in my busy schedule, I could have written everyday and even multiple posts. Now that does bug me, cos’ they might have been nice, all those words an’ things, like “merry” and “haberdashery” or “elegiac”. Or big words like chocolate biscuit.

And speaking of gloom, the great Mark Steyn, the wonderful Phyllis Chessler and many other writers and blogger’s in the Conservative sphere, seem to be feeling a little creeped out lately by the pressing facts of the rather dominant forces of the PC Left, the radical and of the relentless Islamisation of the West via Sharia creep. Well, concerned and creeped out at least a little more than usual. And I think they're completely on the money. Concerned? So am I. Creeped out? Quite a lot actually, kids.

"What, me worry?" Alfred E. Neuman.

Something is very wrong and er, it's gettin' worse, sports.

The most common trends are often anti-reason and conformist forms of cowardice, cloaked in for the good of all lies and mediocrity. As Andrew Bolt in the Herald Sun has said, the mass movement and fraud of Global Warming hysteria, is the greatest attack on reason in our lifetime. And Mark Steyn makes the case yet again, that the Left PC idea of diversity of opinion means every opinion is valid except for his, yours and mine, which should be well, crushed and silenced.

"The danger is not that a particular class is unfit to govern. Every class is unfit to govern". Lord Acton.

Phyllis is charmingly urgent, yet always personal as per usual, in saying that standards in much public discourse are buckling, and the empirical is being replaced, piece by piece, with the ideological, the lazy, the mediocre and the fake. As usual with Phyllis, she's entirely correct.

But hey, why waste another minute being depressed and bored by me. Mark Steyn is still running a great series of pieces on Frank Sinatra and Jimmy Stewart. So happy 200th post to me! Sheesh, it’s enough to drive ya crazy, innit?

Hey, did I tell ya about my Pookah?

"Never give a party if you will be the most interesting person there". Mickey Friedman.

The weird manifestation of mass dhimmi cowardice.

[Link to updates.] Weird scenes inside the goldmine. Francine Drebbin, the Principal of the Naked Gun College AKA Wesley College Melbourne, limbers up in preparation to introduce "intellectual giant", Waleed Aly. AKA genius, saviour, saint, the only one with the truth, handy beard and cypher, front and back and sideman, professional bore, PR guy and representative for Islam Inc, Melbourne Branch. Call 1800 LAUGHTER to speak to a consultant. Yep, he's a super duper dandy whizzo extra reasonable man and all round fun guy!


On Monday night, three chums and I attended a Waleed Aly dronefest, one of Australia's top Taquiyaa blowers, Logical Fallacy devotees and standard columnist for life for the Age newspaper. This was believe it or not, hosted by an allegedly top inner-city Christian College.

Heard the joke about the Conservative, the PhD, a Jew and a Christian who walk out of a hall of about 600 or more dhimmi PC Leftard boobs? The doorman says “Why the long faces?” Well, it would have been a great lecture if it was actually true percentage wise, and not merely disturbingly manipulative and deceptive, but hey, all in the nicest way.

“The more we talk about it, the more we deny it”. Waleed Aly.

Nope, it was after all available anywhere guff, Leftard Islamic cliché, standard excuses, canards, as per usual blame shifting, egocentric drivel packaged with a bit of faux humility, easily dismantled paradigms and er, sorry, bullshit. But that's just my opinion.

The evening was in short, a waking nightmare. [Follow up post on what they teach to students at an alleged Christian school about how lovely Islam is: Feeding the lyin' to the Christians.]

And just a little like a more acceptable Tariq Ali, Muslim Brotherhood Brother Number One. With Tariq you buy your ticket and either swallow it whole, or are intellectually and morally repelled. Ah, Brother Tariq.

The talk largely boiled down to Islam has some hey, funny quirks[!], many allegedly cuddly and rather endearing. And gee, there are some unfortunate problem's, but it’s all kinda really the fault of the Christian Crusade’s of 800 years ago, the modern West in general, in particular white Christian American’s, Australian’s and the Jews and Israel too. Yes, Aly said that the few papers that dared to re-print the Danish cartoons and the original publication that did them of course, seemed to have a secret agenda! Riiight.

As you know, there's a vast conspiracy aimed only at Islam, Muslim states and Muslims, spearheaded by relatively unknown Danish cartoonists. Er, no.

Wally the er, “intellectual giant” became progressively smaller as he droned on and on and on then finally asked for questions. Sure, many a PC chum loves to say how they genuinely want er, “dialogue”, and a “conversation”. No they don't. Not at all. And especially the crowd at Almond Pie Hall on Monday night.

You know, to explore the “issues” and “celebrate diversity”. All balls of course. They respect every view...Except yours and mine.

“Excellent question”, says Walsmart. Excellent question meaning entirely unprovocative and we already know what the standard reply will be, especially Wally.

Yes, I have a few questions:

Is this the stage production of Invasion of the Body Snatchers?

How many more of these phony one way “dialogues” will we need to have to stop tomorrow’s bombings?

Wally, you say that connecting “Jihad with terrorism” is er, “problematic?” Quite, I imagine it is.

Um, why do you not find it er, problematic, that Islam is a total political doctrine and fascist ideology, created by a mass murdering bandit warlord, Jew hating 7th century loon, rapist and pedophile who said “I am made victorious through terror?” Hmmmm?

And that most every Muslim state wants to murder all Jews and destroy Israel among other unpleasant things? No problem’s there, then? Nope, cos' Wal is a sophisticated Islamic kind of guy.

Wally really digs circular meandering’s that ignore, dismiss and make eerie excuses for every large Islamist elephant in the room. I found the Logical Fallacy quotient exhausting, especially his squads of Straw Men.

Danish cartoons? Hey, he says you can’t for example, “publish pornography!” etc, etc. Er, obviously they don't and didn't. False dichotomy and thus a rather irrelevent comparison, I'm afraid. Wal says enough mild rebuke of Islamism to appear a reasonable fellow to the naïve.

He's sellin' but I ain't buyin'.

So er, why do I have to respect or like Islam at all? I don't and cannot. How does that help anyone? Is it compulsory or can I be absurdly neutral per se?

The answer is yes, I guess it is compulsory to respect Islam now, ever since the introduction of the insane religious vilification laws by gormless Labour Premier casual Steve Bracks, passed in 2001. In this law, intent, truth or anything is no defence. You cannot criticise, or ridicule the ridiculous and critical reality of Islam. You can only cheer on the wonderfulness of it all.

Check out this anti-democratic, anti-free speech, anti-healthy society law, folks. You'll vomit. Welcome to some kind of Socialist state, mate.

Never have I felt more like running away to the mountains or another planet. Maybe ya better off being ignorant and then maybe it's just a sudden shock in twenty years time or less, when they cut Aunt Doris's head off at the MCG.

To counter every tedious canard that Wal thus spake, would take from last night to next Saturday. Listening to Aly was boring, boring, boring, though like the great M*A*S*H quote, "there's always tedium to fall back on".

Where was the centre, narrative and dynamic? Nuttin'.

His writing is even worse than mine! And as for entertaining? Only if you like root canal work. Nope, the only dynamic was intestinal. And it came from my natural repulsion at hearing such a laundry list of diversion, apologia, blame, victimhood, paranoia, out and out lies, misrepresentation, inverted bigotry and racism, [but the right kind, ie: against white people, Christians and America etc, etc.] all delivered in a not especially engaging tone, by not a very good public speaker and with the support of an average University trained intelligence.

To me, Waleed Aly comes over as a kind of slick poo poo face. But that's just my personal feelings. Apparently not illegal yet, or are they? Tah dah! That trip of Wally's to Egypt to discover er, true Islam was really worth it, eh?

Though Wal in his own perverse way, is mildly charming when ministering to his embarrassingly eager, mostly white, middle-class and rather elite seeming audience. There was as P.J O’Rourke has said of any large gathering of like-minded souls, "a whiff of the lynch mob about them". Especially for anyone who disagrees even in the slightest.

If you were not applauding Uncle Wally and laughing at the lame, unoriginal and two-sided er, ‘jokes’, you were frowned upon. And I've never received such a frowning...

Blasphemer!

To respectful laughter, Wal said he'd heard so much of himself that er, "even I was sick of me!" Wah hey!

Ah, and what of the audience for this local and passive cheer squad for Islamism and smiley faced mini Nuremberg rally? Bizarre it was. The nausea finally did get to me though, and how unwelcome we non-applauders who giggled so really were. The whole spectacle was in turns ridiculous, appalling and very creepy. We had to leave. Had to, Mister!

We had so ungratefully laughed, whispered and passed notes, and I had mentioned how I thought that this freakishly ordinary gathering was quite frankly, unbelievable. So you've all listened to an hour of mediocrity and you're so excited? Why? But it's all so bad. The applause of the porridge people.

One of my chums had suggested to several indoctrinated and rather emotional students that they should er, gasp, actually read the Koran and do some independent research.

Where's the rebellion? When we were kids and teenagers, we took it for granted that most adults, parents and teacher's were rather full of crap and often useless, clueless and borderline to over the border idiot's. And we were amazingly proven quite right.

A woman, who hinted at a possible Motherload of twerpiness in a twerp rich audience, sat grinning with a seeming rictus smile of auto agreement, her head nodding with each fatuous line. Like Felix Unger's wife, I was eventually told to leave, if I don't agree with the way things are run here in Tombstone. Fine, pally.

Apparently Wal’s arguments are so convincing, that they can't stand up to any laughter. Ridicule is strictly verboten, as is screaming in the gas chamber, I imagine. Um, as we were leaving, and I kid you not, a student band then started to play and with our Wally on guitar! They performed Hey Joe, the Jimi Hendrix version...No, really.

Yeah, when ever I think of Islam, I automatically think of the swinging sixties and of the great, free, sexy, talented, musically rebellious and personally quite Conservative Hendrix. Er, no. Jimi was a paratrooper, an anti-Communist and all about freedom, creative expression, authentic soulful music and he had an entirely natural, groovy image and reality.

A perfectly jarring end to an evening of mediocrity with all the fluidity of yesterdays manure.

Now dig this, dear reader. We were kind of slowly ambling along the street talking about how nauseated we felt, how horrible it all was and "are these people mad and is it contagious?" and "gee, I didn’t realise Mohammad was so worthy of the support of so many Western feminists? Er, excellent then. And afterward’s we can all watch some child bride porn followed by a beheading”.

Why not, eh?

So we stop and decide that we won’t go to a café where said hordes of dhimmi twerp’s may mass and take offence as they do, at us not agreeing totally with their mass delusions. And then I look to my right, and there's a teenage girl in her school uniform standing with her, ah, Dad? Psychoanalyst? Vet? Zookeeper? Circus trainer? Bin Laden? Whatever.

Yes, the last time I received such a hateful stare it was from a lout in a bar saying the bogan classic “What are you lookin’ at, ya slang term for female genitalia?" But not in those words. Then it went something like this..

Colonel Neville: “Hello?”

Teenage cadre PC multiculti Leftard pointing accusingly: “It’s fuckin’ moron’s like you that..!” Then the charming child wanders off with mobile phone and Daddy in tow.

Colonel Neville: “Er, that would be your college education then?”

Our little group chatted on and then decided to run away like the snivelling coward’s we are. Junior Red Brigade Girl then decided to return, and as she passes, each one she passes, goes, "ugh!" Not really. Nope, she’s glaring at us while saying loudly into her phone “No, there’s a load of fucking racist’s here!”

Colonel Neville: “Er, my wife is Japanese, luv".

Me drummer was a black guy from Chicago like, and the bassist was Greek, innit? My first wife was French Jamaican, eh? My parents were English, I loved a girl in Taiwan and lived there. My great grandparents were Gypsies, and my Aunts and Uncles were Scottish and Irish etc, etcetera. So, er, no but nevermind.

I was wondering if she was gonna do the classic call in of five car loads of bat wielding teenage thugs routine, as they do. Or just whine me to death with juvenile Leftard auto-slogans.

At that point, I realised I will never again attend such a farce, nor attempt to engage in er, "dialogue" with a dhimmi Leftist or Islamist contortionist. Too many of these event's make ya feel like you're going mad. You may as well talk physics with an unhinged squirrel. Maybe I did.

So the college has obviously informed their student’s so deeply about the empirical and evidential facts of Islam, that the student’s know Islam is a, wait for it, a race! Er, no.

It’s a non-religion as a beard for political and social totalitarianism, kids. And a fully armed one with many followers who merely want to kill us all, as the unbelieving Christian’s and Jews we clearly are. Well, I just don’t believe in Islam and I did't know I had to. Islam pretty much got the thumbs up at old Orb-like Hall though. Why? How?

Seeing Christianity as peripheral, unserious, malleable and disposable as a CD is er, maybe a bad idea, ya think?

For a public lecture it was my friends, neurotic and insane. Why should anyone take you or your beliefs seriously, if you don’t at all and they are entirely negotiable? Especially when so many Muslim’s do take their beliefs totally seriously and only negotiate to their advantage over you?

Now as Jonah Goldberg has shown empirically in his book [Left] Liberal Fascism, the PC Left Liberal multiculti crowd, love to prattle on theoretically about how tolerant, reasonable, decent and open minded they are. Invariably they often fail to achieve this in practice, because they are sadly, hysterical, morally vain, permanently tantrum prone children.

Fascistic Left and Muslim control freaks can never be satisfied, no matter how much you applaud their bunk and lies. It’s all pose and talk, you see. Such icky souls merely want to control you and I via the state, and they do. Oh yes they do.

I wonder, wonder I do, are there dissenting student’s, or was the Fifth Party Congress, [teenage division] unanimous in their rejection of all imperialist running dogs? It was an oddly conformist and mob atmosphere really, and these fools are apparently the elite’s of tomorrow along with their elite parent’s of today!

As usual there was the daft and phony pantomime of acknowledging the local non-existent Koori owners of the land. Hey, if ya serious, go and find one and sign over the school property to them. No takers? Thought not, just self congratulatory PC noodling innit? Er, gee, so singling out one racial group above all others is not discriminatory then, if it's the right one? Check. Nuance.

Where does this leave the Vietnamese and everyone else etc? Excluded a little, eh? Irrational balls really. Never have balls felt so irrational.

There was a lot of post modern deconstructionist jargon. A lot. By the way, deconstructionism is an original Nazi word and ideology. Islamists were great pals of Hitler and Nazism too. But I digress.

Wal talk: “Particularity?” Uh? “Exclusionary process?” Hey, just like Wal says, but with him, it’s all white people! “Stereotyping and essentialising?” WTF? Find ten more long Brave New Words like this and name your thesis!

Soma, how ya bin?

Allegedly Islam has a “complex and rich...history, sociology and economics”. Yes, an often nightmarish history, an often deeply dysfunctional sociology and without a Western engineer developed oil industry, and 80% of work done by foreign workers in Saudi Arabia, many a non-existent economy.

And yep, while he seemed amazingly on this night, to have avoided speaking about the Jewish people and Israel, Wal couldn't resist pushin' the old bogus white power line. Yes, we’re all afraid of white power, aren’t we? Nazi’s are everywhere today! Oh no, maybe that’s Age newspaper journalists I’m thinkin’ of?

The Wal spoke of “egocentricity”. He should know. “The world would be so much better if we were all the same”, said Wal, to show that it's more the multicultural and free West, and not mono-cultural, mono-religious Muslim theocratic states, that are guilty of trying to make everyone the same. Sure they are, Wal. A clear and easily checkable absurdity. But then, there were literally dozens of absurdities though all rather acceptably presented.

"And didn't the kid's love it!"

Wal was so jocular and drearily happy as Larry, and did a nice line in faux humility when he noted he was following previous speakers like Peter Garrett, Pat Dodson and Justice Kirby. Um, two professional Leftoids and Age hack contributors for life and a strange judge. Riiight. This is the PC Left idea of “diversity” in action.

Wal called criticism of Islam a “violation of a sacred sphere”. No, really, he did. So not really much room for a conversation there, then Wal? After all, Islam is so obviously way above us mere human infidels.

Wal also said there are two opposing sides. Er, no. Islam is attacking the West, as it has for 1300 years. He said it mostly involved “our own stupidity”. Islam, ours, his or equally shared he didn’t say. Man, when did grandiose paranoid delusions of conspiracy, evidence free moral inversion, equivalence and mental gymnastics become a major and recurring part of mainstream College lectures?

Oh, that’s right, for about 200 years and accelerated ever since Nazi official’s, Cuban killers like Che the child killer and Castro the gangster pig, Gnome Chumpsky, several Weathermen, CAIR Islamists, Iran’s gay murdering President Ahmachimphead and Al Gore ad nauseum, have been welcomed onto major school campus's. That’s how long.

Aly actually comes over mild, appealing and smooth to many because they are wilful fools for a dull act.

"It's perfectly within the accepted and singular paradigm of today! Buy one now! Group discounts!"

Wal mentioned rather surrealistically the utter lie of how the Maldives are a "tropical paradise", apparently he inferred, due to the importation of er, Islam. Riiiight. It's actually a classic Shariashithole. He said you probably don't normally associate Islam with a tropical paradise. He's right. I don't. I wonder why? Obviously I need diversity training.

Wal said the Muslim view of America is getting worse. Not enough to stop going there, leave, or stop obsessing about it? Gosh, why doesn’t the Muslim view of any Muslim state ever get any worse, no matter what? Hmmmm?

And for an intellectual giant, Wal can’t seem to get that much right at all, even his own corny premises. He said the old Left trick of saying the Cold War was about Communism vs Capitalism. Er, no.

It was the utter failure of totalitarian collective Communism based on murder, lies, conformity, envy, spite, forced mediocrity and madness vs. the enormous success of Capitalist DEMOCRACY, private property laws, free markets, free movement, free speech and human rights.

Thus kids, we see Left ideology fits comfortably after more than a century with the not so strange or new bedfellows of Islamism.

So a major Christian inner-urban college supports a guy like Aly, laboriously building phony constructs for spurious denial arguments? Like the West is “constraining identity!” How can Al be seen as normal, reasonable and right? Er, yeesh and yuck. Jesus H. Christ. We're all doomed.

This all happened locally. What a peculiar and unnerving disgrace.

Does not bode well for the future. As in England, France, the Netherlands and well, everywhere with Muslims at 10% or over of the population and right now. Find even one such place that's a delight and a joy and I'll send you a nice cheese. Try research and deny it. It can’t be done, folks. Once you know the sunny truth of global Islam and the true goals and modus operandi, you can never go home.

Wally is unlistenable and almost indecipherable. He's playing it seems to the largely self-loathing, who need someone to love and adore as long as they're foreign enough.

Cos to these fools, every culture is equally valid, except for our own. So OK. I agree. Jihad is really, really, really, really great! I love it! Get me more of it! We’re agreed then? It's so wonderful! It’s those Christians fault, you know, the one’s that have murdered around 80 million Hindu’s over the last 100 years? Oh, that was Islamists. Sorry.

The kicker was when Wal gave some kind of outrageous credit to Bin Laden’s allegedly true motive. It was “retaliation!” See! We started it! Retaliation for Osama being a venally rich playboy thanks to Western science developing the oil and the required technology. Anything but look in the mirror for old Osama, the shit of the desert. Yeah, Osama really need's defending...

The equating of “...Jihad with terrorism is problematic”. Wal. Yes, I imagine it is.

Yes, the Crusades. You were saying. Check. The Crusaders arrived four hundred years too late at the request of besieged Constantinople. This was after centuries of one civilisation and state after another falling to Islamist oppression and mass murder. The Crusades lasted for two quite unsustained and broken up hundred year periods, and failed 800 years ago.

Um, isn’t Islamic terror right er, now? What’s the beef or pork today exactly? I suggest reading some Robert Spencer at Jihad Watch.

And for a real laugh visit memriTV. All straight from the source, sports.

The saddest thing is that most of these clueless and un-researched nit-wits really lapped it all up and seemed to believe it entirely. The only problem with the mis-named war on terror for apologists of Islamist terror, is that the war may be won. Wal said “19 people” did 9/11. Not Muslim’s then?

Wal doesn’t like the word moderate. After all it has some kind of er, "judgement" in it. Something we are not allowed to do with Islam or Muslims. Nope, apparently only the right kind of people can do that for us.

They don’t say moderate for other religion cos’, mostly they don’t have to. There is for much of the other faiths, usually some normalised rank and file and a coherent leadership of some kind. It may be that few faiths have an insane 1300 year old dream of a Global Caliphate. Could be. Thus we are not forced to talk about them, but only Islam.

Islam is so very easy to misunderstand.

Never misunderstand Islam! Your head may come off or you may explode.

Moderate I imagine, is someone who doesn’t want to slice off your head, or blow up your train, plane, bus or restaurant, yet. Aly didn’t or couldn’t mention any actual moderate Muslim names or even describe what it means. Still, it’s a laugh.

Not moderate, would perhaps mean people who state clearly and relentlessly that they despise you and everything you value and seriously want to kill you. Then they follow up these extreme and apocalyptic threats with effective and real actions. Yes, that may be it.

Oh, in that case, It's all a misunderstanding, and I agree 100% with anything Waleed Aly has ever said, or his cat has meowed and even dig his jokes. And loving it.

After all, I would never call anyone a liar, just because they say things that are empirically and deliberately untrue. Of course I may be completely insane, or imagined it all and I'm thus 100% wrong. Er, it happen's.

“My entire position is a fraud”. Waleed Aly.

When is the next stage to Carson City?

Carson: "Hey!" Horse: "Hay?"



Polyclitus, a great Greek writer of antiquity, or maybe Arthur Wilson, said something along the lines of “Proportion is not merely a matter of individual taste, but belongs to mathematical laws of harmony, that can only be broken at the expense of beauty”. Pretty neat, eh?

Carson Kressley: "Lions, and tigers, and bad taste, oh my!"

Now my Japanese wife lived in New York for quite awhile and loved it, and if we could, we’d burn down our apartment and leave for NY now, and if you saw the curtains, you’d know why. Where would I be without my wife? Somewhere better! Er, no, not really. I’d probably be mailing from a rented palm tree somewhere on Saint Kilda foreshore.

Too often, I’ve focused on the wrong things, like the wrong hairstyles, the wrong girls, the wrong people, the wrong places, the wrong pursuits and especially at the wrong time. At least I was consistent.

Tina: "Everyone needs a junk drawer".

Carson Kressley: "Yeah, but a junk wall?"

Curiously, our son has the rock n’ roll hair I wanted when I was fifteen years old, when I imagined if I just had hair like David Cassidy, the Swiss Whizz of rock, then everything would have been really er, cool and happening! Er, no. That was never going to happen with my hair, cos' when grown longer, it looked like Mel Gibson in Lethal Weapon, which seemed like a good idea at the time. Sadly at the time, circa 1975 to 1995, I rarely had a good idea that ever worked out.

Thom: "These are total Vegas outfits".

Carson Kressley: "Do I look like Liberace threw up on me?"

Thom: "The jacket looks like the interior of an old Studebaker".

It’s funny that we can so often have wistful hair based and other naff dreams that get everything so terribly wrong. I didn’t know anything about David Cassidy except he had great layers that seemed so controllable and carefree. While my hair reminded me more of the ad that asks accusingly and inquisitorially “Is your hair dry, lifeless and hard to manage?”

"Well is it, punk rocker?"

It's pretty daft now to ever have imagined I could've had a teenage hairum like Dave. Unlike me, Cassidy could get a close up look from under his happy, lightly swept-back fringe at the lovely and edible Susan Dey. A myopic kids vision could blur when thinking about her. Aah yes. Susan Deyyy...

What this all means, is that for a lot of early life, I’ve not had much idea of how to achieve sophistication or taste to put it mildly, in either styling or grooming or even what it meant and just like nearly everyone else. Not as bad as a Saturday night carnie on a bender and sometimes I did manage to achieve an urban ranch hand feel, or a cool man in a suit look, but still, rather clueless and crappy all the same.

So along with my wife’s guidance and er, ridicule, plus some Carson Kressley, I’ve improved a bit. I'm unfortunately reminded of my favourite columnist hero, Mark Steyn, saying how he went along with his kid’s to see a Star Wars festival, in all its excitingly wooden and one dimensional glory. Mark noticed a pathetically shabby looking middle-aged guy, with the grooming often found within nerd land, and thought, gee what a sad looking boob. Until he realised he was looking into a mirrored wall panel.

Carson: "They're definitely one Brady short of a bunch!"

The old wife and Carson too, have helped me go from kerosene to Nivea. Ok, an exaggeration. It wasn’t that bad. The kerosene was top shelf. Some people are hip to the Carson shtick, but some ain’t. Hey, what can ya do?

Retired English Major: “No! I won’t have it! I won’t allow it, I say! I won't hear any bad words against the Fab Five! Those plucky lads meant a lot to the tank regiment when we were held up by Jerry in Wadi Ben Sharif during 1944

If it wasn’t for young Kressley and the other chaps showing the way, in matching casual slacks with an elegant, natural cotton shirt, finished with classic but comfortable Italian loafers, I do feel that we would have all gone barking mad! What with the continuous artillery bombardment for days on end. What! Is that a zebra?”

I no longer wear flippers formally, or pith helmets in the bath, and the days of roguishly sporting casually thrown on plaid Nehru trousers are long gone. I’ve thrown out all my purple tufted bunny suits however much it pained me. And as for the salad days of wearing acid washed velveteen…

Carson: "You look like a million Drachmas".

I really do like what I've seen of Kressley, well, as much as you can like a person you only know from the media. Not only is he a quick thinking sarcastic like me, but because he’s also seemingly kind, fun, funny, witty, courageous, stylish and successful. Plus he’s qualified and has correct cuff lengths. Carson has that show must go on, relentlessly constructive and positive thang, without the phony saccharine.

Thom: "He has no connections at all".

Carson: "He's going to have to sleep with someone important".

Thom: "Immediately! If not sooner".

He’s also triumphed over a rather isolating and sometimes violent childhood at the hands of routine junior criminals, and just because he was different, blonde, small and gay. I was at least three of those things myself, as a somewhat permanently dazed kidoid.

Miles: about his status at college: "They changed my sex from female to not reported".

Carson: "Talk about an undeclared major".

If only I had a Carson all those years ago as a boorish and callow youth, to re-arrange my wardrobe. If only I had a Bruce Lee. But all I had in storage was a cheap baseball mitt, autographed by my Uncle who never played baseball and never played cheap baseball, a toothless papier mache T-Rex and a cardboard box full of Jerry Lewis comics, and not the sophisticated ones.

Kressley has that cheery, up-tempo, naughty charm with an understated thoughtfulness and he’s a sophisticated man. And all kinds of people like and warm instantly to him. But why anyone would allow the people out in television land to see the mundane world of their own home, I don’t now.

“Hey, I love what you’ve done with the tea towels!”

Carson and the groovy Fab Five, are very thoughtful to people, guiding so genuinely and enthusiastically, without trying to change the er, essential person. I like the slogan of “…we don’t want to change you, just make you better”. And on Carson’s book Off the Cuff, it’s “the essential style guide for men and the women who love them”.

Carson bearing gifts: "We're like the five Wise Men. But we're gay".

And Carson's book is a lot like a great Sinatra book I had on Frank and Dean’s essential style tips. After all, the fundamental things apply. As Shirley call me Cleopatra in cloud land Maclaine said, “Frank and Dean always smelled so good”. And like Carson, they sure knew how to focus and concentrate, especially on a woman. And Frank n' Dean were authentic and er, dig, strong, funny, unsophisticated-sophisticated, masculine men, with a bawdy and curiously often light touch. And all that great life long friendship they had, based on common ground and loyalty...and broads.

Dean apparently had his dream of the solitude of a ranch, horses, coloured earth and the sky. Carson's a champion equestrian and has his own rural idyll. Interestin' innit, pally? Ah, if one has the cash...

Carson: "So, why doesn't he say, 'Just donate them to charity?' Those people have enough problems, okay?"

Carson: "You know what? We can either clean this place or sing show tunes!"

Ted: "Show tunes!"

Carson: "You know what I love about Corel? Non-breakable! drops plate on floor. 'I really shouldn't be drinking and cooking". Starts dropping more and accidentally destroys plates."Apparently, when you bang the two together, all their magic power goes away".

Carson: "This is like a Suzy Homemaker vacuum. It would take me hours".

Brandon: "My mom thought my room was nice, for some reason".

Carson: "She did? Did she have a German Shepherd and a cane, too?"

Ok, Carson has the usual soft boiled head of Left Liberal celebrity politics, I know. And if I had to hang around even a semi-permanently hysterical gay scene for too long, I’d maybe feel like I was going mad. Or I'd trained a little too long at my local gym. But one could think of worse company, say like being trapped in a lift with Alec Baldwin and the Clinton's.

But in truth, Carson and the Fab's often come over more laid back, easier going, mature and observant than almost everyone else around 'em. That's why I like them. Ah, editing. If only I had more friend's that could dress and act so well, but still wanted to schtupp women. Maybe I should live on a ranch but there's so few Double Z's in the inner-city.

So yes, however the TV show is tailored for the medium, I very much dig the light hearted, cheerful, adaptive and spontaneous skill that Carson applies; modified and honed from his pretty serious experience. Carson has brought a lot of happiness to people, and in often practical and simple ways. My wife being Japanese, is hip to his whole eye for the dynamic, for ease and of harmony. The fact is, never has a gay man helped more straight guys to get laid regularly. For just that and hip curtains alone, we should all be grateful.

Carson: "I need you to engineer and build your own oven. And then I need you to make some homemade pasta for 300."




Some more great quotes, and being quotable, old sports, is a rare and enjoyable talent.

Thom: Is this the shared space for the both of you?
Miles: It's the common room.
Carson: Yeah, it's pretty common.

Carson: Jeans are like the UPS man. They should always give you a nice package.

Carson: Oh boy. I have all these gay men offering me fudge pops.

Carson: You look like a gay bank robber. "Give us all of your sweaters!"

Carson: They're very Woody Allen and Mia Farrow. Minus the Woody Allen part.

Carson: I always get the people I really like better outfits.
Thom: You do.
Carson: I was like, "I like them. Let's go with Chanel."

Carson: Put the tramp in trampoline.
Ted: I think you've done that already.

Carson: Does it get any better than this? First gowns and now shoes. Later I'll dip you in chocolate.

Carson: Behold the hard wood suite!

Ted: Carson's been arrested by Roman guards!
Carson: A funny thing happened on the way to the forum shops.
Carson: They're like a whole bunch of Lizas

Ted: He can actually gift wrap.
Kyan: You guys, they do a lot of gift wrapping in the Marines.
Carson: It's part of their corps training.

Carson: You should get that thing so that babies don't stick thing in electrical outlets. My parents never got those.
Carson: Oo, I'm getting an apartment complex!
Carson: Oh my god, who saw Annie? Oh, my god, who saw Oliver? Oh my god, who saw Valley of the Dolls? Me!

Ray: It's not a very good laptop.
Carson: No, it's like an Etch-a-Sketch!

Carson imitating the wife's reaction: Those rascally gays moved our dining room.

Carson: What the hell is he talking about? This looks like new math.
Carson: There's no "I" in team.
Mark: No.
Carson: There is an "M" and an "E" though.

Carson: You always have to look your best, even at home, because you never know when a striking Jehovah's Witness is going to come to your door.

Carson: This is like a bad episode of Soul Train with really bad dancing white people.
Thom: No Soul Train.

Carson: Did you see he has a 14-size shoe? You do the math.

Jai: I don't know if you've picking up on it, but the entire night her body language has been saying, "I am so into you."
Carson: Ray Charles could pick up on it.

Carson: You look like a million dollars. Canadian dollars, but a million dollars.
Ted helpfully: It's still a lot!

John B.: People say I look like Keanu Reeves.
Kyan: Really? People say I look like Keanu Reeves.
Carson: People say I look like Ellen Degeneres!

Carson: When was all your furniture repossessed, then?
Thom: Were you robbed?
Carson: Do you have bad credit, or just bad taste?

Lisa: I thought they would have made you into some corporate yuppie type.
Carson: Who are we? The five fags from IBM?

Carson: We're not here to change you, we're here to make you better.
Carson: I used to have hair just like yours. But I also used to be named Louise and I lived in Germany.

Carson: You know, I was always the last kid picked in dodge ball. They were like, "Um, okay we'll take Sharon. Now we'll take the girl in the iron lung and... you guys get Carson."


Quotes from planetclaire.

The Invasion of the Body Politic Snatchers.

Avoid expressing yourself around the left, liberal and radical. No, really. Because sports, they believe utterly in the diversity of expressing every kind of opinion, except for yours and mine...


Dear sports, here's a real old favourite from Saturday September 29 2007. It's a feeble little piece that really gave me a boost to keep on writing, even if nobody else wanted me to. Now as you probably already dig, I'm as the blog header says a Peter Cook, P.J O'Rourke, Groucho Marx, Mark Steyn kind of a guy.

So naturally, the following empirical analysis is as clear as day around here in inner-city urban Groovyville. Now not everyone round these here part's has been infected via a pod from outer space meaning mass leftardism, but er, most probably are, I'm afraid. It does give another level of meaning to podcast. Eerily, it's now a cast of million's. Ah, the left are nothing if not totalitarian fascistic control freaks at heart. Yes, freaks. Sometimes I wake up laughing, screaming or both.




I live in the inner-city and I know many people who at first seem just like regular people. They wear their underwear on the inside of their pants and can tie their own shoelaces. They eat food, watch TV and have jobs. Very few devote gleeful spare hours to kicking boxes full of puppies. That's more my thang. But there’s something different about many of them and it’s not always apparent at first. I’ve noticed it more and more as I’ve allegedly learnt and imagined I've even changed, always reading voraciously as I research this er, global phenomena.

The first sign is that they're not really that prone to showing enthusiasm and joy. No really. I mean real uninhibited energy and an excitement about the future and its potential. Basically, being a God damned complete and alive human being. It’s as if they're living in a depressive envelope with some idea that life as it is, is all wrong, basically doomed and cancerous and must therefore end. And at the same time there's an odd smug conceit, as if there is an inevitable 'truth' to their nightmarish viewpoint.

There's also the creepiest implied undertone, unspoken but it’s clearly all there in their posturing. It’s assumed that they are part of a growing under-group inexorably destined to reach critical mass and you, and everything about you is irrelevant and expendable.

Now, they don’t say anything as such in general conversation of course, unless you touch on almost any serious, important or adult topic. In the end though, you soon see that anything and I do mean anything, can be extrapolated onto their relentlessly negative and peculiar default stream of explanatory style. But usually you don’t even get the pre-amble. It’s just straight to the high pitched sound they emit.

If you live in the inner-city as I said I do, there will be few people that you can talk to about this. Most people will look at you blankly and say, "I don't understand what you mean. I haven't noticed anything. It all seems normal to me". Well, it would. That's because many of them are er, THEM.

And just as in the movie ‘The Invasion of the Body Snatchers', starring Donald Sutherland, the instant you speak and reveal yourself as having any depth of individuality and difference, they point at you and their mouths open wide, denouncing you to the unseen crowd. But the shrill sounds they let out only mean something to them and their alien and alienated group of conformist and mirrored vegetable spawn. But it’s all supposed to be for our own good. They babble endlessly and without any logical end to their interference, that we’ll all be perfectly happy in the coming Marxist product sodden, left liberal progressive, Utopian madhouse.

What they push out so intensely and with a strange unnerving sense of panic are not words at all. Not with any natural humanity, expression or purpose, but a mindless repeating of a siren that drowns out your own voice and thoughts while stating overwhelmingly and repeatedly, “Here is the individual, the original and truly authentic man, woman and child whom the group has not completely hypnotised, suffocated, absorbed and eliminated as superfluous to plan”.

How could a mass sprouting of inhuman freaks with such an empty mechanical mindset in an obvious marching group think and lockstep get to such a percentage without anyone noticing? And my God, they’re in such positions of influence; in our schools, government, media and entertainment and so on.

These things amongst us all repeat the same absurd, contradictory, cold, manipulative, robotic, mass produced, stupid and horrible lies. How could obvious frauds get such a foothold on the fertile, red blooded, natural and the decent? How did they begin supplanting the productive, democratic and rational life with their monstrously fake sounds, their empty gestures, insane modifications and rules that leave us open to invasion by millions of other variant spores of the same species?

Speak to many of them in the daylight and they can seem normal, reasonable, almost...life-like. Unless of course you use keywords that express virile reality, fecund, important human values and time-proven traditions, and then they will instantly and hideously reel back, pointing at you, their faces contorted like a stretched bladder, wailing their insane, continuous screech as they begin mouthing out endlessly, “YOU ARE THE ENEMY! DESTROY THE CONSERVATIVE FREE INDIVIDUAL HUMAN BEING!”

Part Four. Dead Che is a laugh and Castro dead will be a riot.

Che the child killer Guevara finally achieves a single act of use to other people. He dies. Ironically, a true anti-Christ like narcissist and coward, Che will end his life of sadism and megalomania looking like Jesus. "Quick, comrades! To the Ministry of Propaganda and t-shirt factory! This'll sell a million"



“In your head, in your head.
Zombie, zombie, zombie.
Hey, hey, hey.
What's in your head?
In your head.
Zombie, zombie, zombie?”
Zombie. The Cranberries.


I dedicate this post to Humberto Fontova, therealcuba, cubacenter, thepeoplescube, cubafreepress, fiu, che-mart, online friends FreeMiami, Cuba Libre and the millions of other's who care about human beings, freedom, life, love and truth.

As Socrates said "Take off that damn Che t-shirt!".

In the film, The Motorcycle Diaries’, every time the actor playing Che spoke passionately about wanting to help ordinary people, I felt that’s where the laugh track should come in, with extra mocking. Try paying your way, Che. That might help. Violent revolutionaries are usually very fond of proclaiming their oneness with the common folk via said surface passions, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that they want them to stay at the same hotel. Actually, Che admittedly had, though often by mere blunder, a strange obsession with roughing it covered in filth, and often to extremes. An enthusiasm he wanted to share very much with the world.

Of course, when in Havana, he lived in his stolen house. A massive palace with a vast garden, pool, servants and a before it's time giant TV screen to rival todays plasma monsters. Che loved material comforts. He just didn't want most Cuban's to have them

Che's kind of personality in practice, was never capable of seeing or understanding real people as more than a malleable abstraction for the absurd, unworkable and inhuman ideology of his choice. Marxism. The basic murder based philosophy is that it’s always the peoples fault. Those naughty counter-revolutionaries! Thus freaks like Che keep on shooting people until they get the insanity of the system just right. Which is impossible.

The Revolution was a conveniently destructive platform for opportunistic, manipulative, boringly vast egos, no morals and stupid one dimensional ideas formed largely around killing. Virtually all of the main protagonists of the Revolution were middle class university graduates. Psychopaths, creeps, opportunists, criminal dregs and Communist killers of the Stalin Soviet totalitarian kind made up much of the rest. Most knew or cared little to nothing about the people they oppressed and murdered.

Thanks to the Communist victory, Che could take on tour his bloated, cowardly and inflated personality disorder, which had grown by the mid-sixties into Zeppelin-like proportions. Conversely, the Zeppelin itself hadn’t grown at all and was not on tour, having not yet formed and therefore was very minus one John Bonham.

Che was so delusional that he thought he was going be joined in the jungle by the entire populations of Latin America! During July of 1967 he wrote in his diary: "The legend of our gueriilla group is growing like a huge wave! We are already the invincible supermen!"

In eleven months, not one peasant, not one ordinary person joined him. He never had more than 48 men, mostly university types in love with Marxist fantasy, or renegade Maoist and other Commo boobs. Hey, just like the revolution in Havana in 1959!

Che tricked many of his men into joining on the promise of training in Cuba and Russia. After they joined he simply denied the offer ever existed.

Che: "The peasant base has not been developed. Although it appears that through the use of planned terror, we can neutralis some of them. Their support will come later". Just like in Cuba.

In truth the "rural population shunned Che's guerilla's like lepers..." Amazing fact! "On March 25 1967, Bolivia's Natioanl Conffederation of Peasant's[!], as Latin American, as rural, and as indigenous an outfit as there is) mobilized their entire membership against Che Guevara, "against the intervention of foreign elements in our country's internal affairs".

"600 volunteered to fight. Three times more than Castro's army and ten times more than Che's...Sweetest of ironies...they were actually peasants..." And not as Fontova calls them "...lawyers, bored college students and cashiered philosophy professors".

Che couldn't read a map and had no compass. His guerilla band split into two groups, and then spent six months apart and hopelessly lost, going around in circles with only a few miles seperating them while shooting at each other!

An odd aside. Che was joined by a Stasi, KGB, DGI woman who was so incompetent that she left a jeep full of her ID and papers which were found by the Bolivian authorities! Che and the Soviet agent, Hayde Tanara Bunke, shared body fluids together. Getting laid was something Che never let his men do.

Che attempted to foist, gangster and bully the people of Bolivia into believing his bankrupt ideology was the answer to anything. Tragically for Guevara, the alleged proletariat were the beneficiaries of recent land reform and any owned their own productive farms. So they weren’t automatically enamoured with Che's enforced alternative of parachuting into a total, vortex-like Marxist murder spree and turned him into the local Gestapo, maybe for a tin of minestrone.

Its funny how so many of the self-professed saviours of the poor can simultaneously look down on the strapped for cash and what they truly desire.

Our heroes assume that the disenfranchised are only waiting for the opportunity to turn to extreme non-solutions. Being poor, sleeping four to a bed or being part of a marginalised minority, does not necessarily mean that you want to live in a jungle clearing, listen nervously to high strung struggle sessions, or spend lazy afternoons murdering bank clerks. With that line of reasoning, the Marx Brothers of Groucho, Chico and Harpo would have been one of the few terrorist cells in Vaudeville.

Just read the many horrible pronouncements of Che and remember that he acted them all out and more. He actually removed the wall of his office so that he could observe his firing squad's in action.

Ernesto Che Guevara: "To send men to the firing squad, judicial proof is unnecessary. These procedures are an archaic bourgeois detail. This is a revolution! And a revolutionary must become a cold killing machine motivated by pure hate. We must create the pedagogy of the ‘The Wall! [The wall or El Paredón, means the firing squad wall.]

Che: "Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any enemy that falls in my hands! My nostrils dilate while savouring the acrid odour of gunpowder and blood. With the deaths of my enemies I prepare my being for the sacred fight and join the triumphant proletariat with a bestial howl!

Che: "Hatred as an element of struggle; unbending hatred for the enemy, which pushes a human being beyond his natural limitations, making him into an effective, violent, selective and cold-blooded killing machine. This is what our soldiers must become”.


Curiously and just like Hitler, Guevara the mad beast in the playground, gives an accurate and clear description of his hideous plans before hand, during and after the fact, and yet few took any notice whatsoever on both count's.

Che was very brave when surrounded by his thugs and killers, while shooting unarmed people like a fourteen year old boy, one of the many he relished murdering, by shooting the child in the back of the head. Though when Che was captured in Bolivia, his yellow streak went all the way round.

Pleading for his life and fame via the world stage of a trial, he squirmed and said: "Don’t shoot, I’m Che. I am more valuable to you alive than dead”.

The alleged blockade is a total pantomime, big lie and a free ride for Fidel’s endless excuses for cruelty and anti-US blather. Maybe I’m missing something. It happens all the time. But dig this: THERE IS NO BLOCKADE, and at least not one stops most consumer and infrastructure goods being plentiful in Cuba. It’s just all for Castro and his pals and for the tourists. 200,000 touristas in one twelve month period.

It doesn't even stop hard military material. Cuba has plenty of tanks and gear to not only oppress and murder Cuban’s, but enough that can be easily shipped to any revolutionary zone Fidel may be interested in, thus Angola in the 1960’s etc, etc. The blockade was supposed to stop Fidel putting nuclear missiles ninety miles from the US coastline in 1962, again.

If you blockaded every place full of pinko cigar smokers close to the American coastline, the main mode of transport in Hollywood would also be 1950’s Chevrolets and Packard’s.

The non-blockade is so amazingly and easily manipulated by Castro that it beggars belief. He uses it as a cover to ravage a nation, not that he nneds one. Few care about the truth of Cuba. Cuba has simply been hijacked by gangsters since 1959. Castro and Che beggared, ruined and corrupted a great people and culture and Hell, absolutely everything.

The non-blockade ain’t effective as a blockade at all, and there is little that can't be goten in or out, except Cuban's. This is entirely how Fidel runs his own private Cuba Inc. Sadly, Castro is not as eager to believe Mike Moore's Sicko doco. No, no. Fidel always goes to a very expensive private hospital in Spain. Funny that, with Cuba having that "excellent medical care" an' all...

The vast Cuban company Escambray that supplies anything and everything, is Castro's own private Walmart Barn monopoly, but none of it is for the average Cuban. This enormous cargo cult is for Castro, his friends and celebrity cock suckers, and other cheap prostitution tourists.

Cuban tourism is a strange, repellent and an entirely dirty trade. Super discounted child and teenage prostitution being one of the many hideous narco criminal drawcards of El Cubano Tourisme.

The fact that Clinton smokes and inserts top drawer Cuban cigar’s says it all, and not just “Oh, God! I’m cumming!”

What's not imported is manufactured in Cuba by Fidel’s own businesses empire. Talk about a closed market. Most if not all all goods are in plentiful supply, from hi-tech computing, building material and all food stuffs, but again, not to ordinary Cubans. Often made entirely for export dollars, and for the consumption of his Commie coterie, they are also available for free to the many privileged stars who just love to drop in for a visit, a chat and a free insertion.

It’s all part of a sickening mutual back scratch, between eager and adoring flunkies, and Castro the avid firing squad advocate.

The Cuban medical equipment company Combiomed, with its major share holder Fidel, manufactures sophisticated medical equipment, but you won’t find any of it in the unfinished cowshed that is the alleged Cuban medical wonder. The cliché of health care in Cuba is a horrible, ugly lie and a total fabrication. Little to nothing is what is actually often available to Cubans.

Thus, it’s hard to imagine a more gross, venal, hubristic and utter fraud vampire than Michael where’s the cash? Moore. A man who is not just content to rip-off and totally use the people of Flint Michigan, from whom he has made millions and given entirely nothing in return. But now, Moore can commit the most monstrous of propaganda lies to film, straight from the Castro song book.

This time, Mike feed’s off the suffering, oppression and fraud of the Cuban Communist/Socialist medical system. Most sickeningly, this involves being an accessory after the fact to the neglect, chronic illness, imprisonment and murder of Cuban children, their Mothers and families.

If there's one thing Commo regime’s also love to do, it’s use their alleged medical system, to control torture and destroy any and every opponent. Michael Moore sure likes to eat, don’t he though? No, really. I mean everything, anything and your share too. What a disgusting and bizarre pig Moore is, just like Castro. Thus the co-operation. Turds of a feather they say, float together.

Humberto Fontova on how Mike Moore's film ‘Sicko’, hides Cuban suffering.

“We cannot for a second abandon propaganda” wrote Castro in a letter to a revolutionary colleague in 1954. “Propaganda is vital. Propaganda is the heart of all struggles.”

Doctor Diplomacy.’

Ninety-nine percent of Cubans have no more experience with a hospital like the one featured in "Sicko" than Michael Moore has with a Soloflex. Most Cubans view a hospital like the one featured in Sicko the way teenage boys used to view Playboy magazine and husbands view a Victoria’s Secret catalog: “Wow! If only...”

A few years back Castro launched his “Doctor Diplomacy,” wherein he started sending Cuban “Doctors” to heathen lands (though their spouses and children were held hostage in Cuba) to heal the sick and raise the dead. This was coupled with “free” treatment of poor foreigners from the Caribbean and Latin American nations in Cuban hospitals. The scheme has gotten no end of gushy reviews in the major media.

Some reviews from the non-major media might help with perspective. Here’s one from the newspaper the Jamaican Gleaner titled “Eye Surgery Hopes Dashed; Patients Suffer Complications After Cuba”: “The survey included 200 patients (Jamaicans who travelled to Cuba for eye surgery), and of that group, 49 patients, nearly a quarter, experienced post-surgery complications. According to Dr. Albert Lue, Head of Ophthalmology in Jamaica’s Kingston Public Hospital, the complications causing the patients impaired vision was corneal damage and damage to the iris due to poor surgical technique.”

Brazil also got a birds-eye view of Cuba’s vaunted “Doctor Diplomacy”. The April 2005 story from Agence France-Presse titled “96 Cuban Doctors Expelled from Brazil” reported: “Federal Judge Marcelo Bernal ruled in favour of a demand by the Brazilian state of Tocantins’ Consejo Regional de Medicina (Regional Council on Medicine) that Cuban doctors be prohibited from practicing in their state".

Based on the results they’d achieved with Tocantins’ residents, the judge referred to the Cuban doctors as “Witch Doctors and Shamans. We cannot accept doctors who have not proven that they are doctors.”

According to a report by the Association of American Physicians and Surgeons, more than 75% of “doctors” with Cuban “medical degrees” flunk the exam given by the Educational Commission for Foreign Medical Graduates for licensing in the U.S. This exam is considered a cakewalk even by the graduates of Mexico’s Tec de Monterrey School of Medicine.

Cuba’s infant mortality rate, though it plunged from 13th lowest in the world pre-Castro to 40th today, is also kept artificially low by an abortion rate of 0.71 abortion per live birth, the hemisphere’s highest by far, which “terminates” any pregnancy that even hints at trouble.

More interesting (and tragic) still, the maternal mortality rate in Cuba is almost four times that of the U.S. rate (33 versus 8.4 per 1,000). Peculiar how so many mothers die during childbirth in Cuba, but how many one to four-year olds perish, while from birth to one year old (the period during which they qualify in UN statistics as infants), they’re perfectly healthy.

This might lead a few people to question Cuba’s official infant-mortality figures. But such people would not get a Havana bureau for their news agency or TV network, much less a visa to film a documentary”. Fontova.


It’s estimated that many more than 77,000 people have drowned while trying to escape Cuba via Miami. Apparently Fidel may weaken, surrender, and collapse or er, laughably even change! Any day now! Er, no.

There are no rights, freedoms of speech or of association and no elections. There are only people who snigger smugly at such concepts because they are the full beneficiaries of them. Which ones do you live without currently?

Year after year for fifty years, the ordinary people of Cuba stagger under a crushing daze of Marxist manufactured grinding poverty, all courtesy of Fidel and Western enablers in Hollywood, the media, politics and millions of other fashionable dupes.

Why did Castro never ask for aid then? Because he doesn’t care and he doesn’t need it. For years he got five billion dollars from the Russian's! Cuba had one of the top economies, highest standards of living and freedom before the revolution. Now they have nothing but death, lies and 24 our survelliance. Fidel and Che managed to destroy virtually all of it within the first eighteen months of their reign of terror. That's the bits they didn't heist. One of the greatest thefts in history.

Cuba will will not be free even after Castro's sucks it for the last time. Just meet his amazingly even more loathsome brother, Raul. Fidel has always exported his rotten Revolution. And regards the nuclear missile installation and launch pad thing being ninety miles from Miami, Chavez and Iran are working on that one now but this time, it'll be in Venezuela.

Che is quoted on record in a Leftist journal of the 1960's, saying that if they had been able to keep the Soviet nuclear warheads, he wanted very, very much to launch them on New York. As he said, it's really cool if the revolution needs millions and milions of "atomic victims".

No doubt to "help the people". After all, anything was acceptable and all was necessary in Che's psychotic megalomania.

Ya know, maybe Castro didn't really need to bother with the crude direct method of franchised revolution. Not if several generations of affluent Western middle-class brats and many others have found a single image of Guevara not just a great shot of a superficially attractive person, but something who they can look up to, mostly because Che isn’t as hopelessly repulsive as Mao.

If people who have ample opportunity to know better, still feel pretty cool about a guy who wanted to replace all governments with totalitarian ones, your insane ideology and those like it may just keep on making inroads even if initially it's more like a distinctively shallow product placement. Today you can export nihilistic violence from online and can get plenty of local support in your target countries in often surprising quarters.

Without this, Islamism could not be where it is now. Once you strip away all the phoney surface distractions, the various junk and monolithic structures, Communism, Fascism, Nazism and now Islamism are at their insane and mass death loving cores, ultimately and always and only about murder. The murder of the individual, of a civil free society and the countless small things we take for granted that make us human and this precious life worth living.

This freedom is the inseparable context that literally millions of things like good kindergartens, supermarkets filled with abundance, hospitals, book clubs, parent-teacher associations, artist run spaces and Glee Clubs can thrive in. Mark Steyn has said that: “The single greatest weakness of Western culture is its ability to draw a moral equivalence between anything and everything. It is really an inability to see anything in due proportion”.

Look around and decide which parts of your society you could do without, and you’ll soon see the interdependence of things and how surprisingly fragile and rare it all is. Imagine its absence and destruction.

Christopher Hitchens said that: "...the scandal of the 20th Century was that most of the Western intellectual classes almost never called Communism what it was".

That’s beyond doing the dirty work of the apologist. Hey, somebody had to do it. It’s still all a bit of a joke even with an estimated one hundred million starved, tortured and murdered by various utopian regimes. Communism is an ideology, not an economic system and not a system of civil government. Communism is based on mass murder, lies, envy, conformity, spite and madness.

Gee, did I hear someone twerp that none of this is real Communism? It never is, is it? Never mind. They’ve got to get it right sooner or later or maybe not. Just find another hundred million souls to destroy. This is easy with a system that cares only about giant abstract non-ideas that dwarf real humans. Communism never talks about human scale normality exceptas something to be eliminated and replaced.

There’s a small difference worth noting between Nazism and Communism, apart from the Germans having better tailored uniforms, and all communist systems together never producing one good song, film, play or book, at least by non-banned, non-exiled, non-jailed, non-tortured, non-executed, non-dissidents.

The difference is that Communist regimes have killed more people than the Nazis, due to the simple fact that the only Third Reich was destroyed and dismantled over a half century ago. But multiple functioning Communist regimes are still around. There is no way that you can walk around any campus wearing Nazi regalia, except at the Herman Goering Polytechnic. But at most any campus, no one would notice or in fact does pay any attention to you if you display any brand of Communist junk, especially a nice Che. If they notice, they'll just say hey, nice Che!

Pick any regime of choice, even Pol Pot for your t-shirt. Probably no one will care on campus. You'll just be rad and ironic. That’s about how deep intellectual enquiry is at many tertiary institutions today folks. It's fashion only. The simple truth that seems to never occur to so many, and one that they seem incapable of grasping, is that Che was just a "murdering Communist bastard".

Where can I get a Che portrait that doesn’t show him handsomely staring off into the epic distance, but instead organising and taking part in the arrest of thousands, while designing concentration camps and taking a leading part in mass executions? Maybe a colourful little collages number? One of Che’s few real achievements was to encourage so many Cubans to learn how to swim.

I watched the recent film, The Murder Cycle Diaries by Bob handsome tinsel town boob Redford, on Che’s early medical student drop-out and petulant sponger life, with some fascination, and a rare box of Revolutionary Popcorn, Fidel’s Own. All proceeds are donated to violent and pointless revolutions around the world. Sadly, Fidel’s Own was made mostly of wood shavings and Soviet era industrial margarine. Like the revolution itself, it only seemed that it would be superior and enjoyable until you actually swallowed it whole.

Bob Redford got help from Che's disgusting sister, and unbelievably advice and approval from Fidel! In fact, the diaries themselves are heavy self serving edits by Fidel. The masses of boredom have been removed by Fidel, as have the endless exhortaions to murder, totalitarian deception and the joys of nihilistic sadism by Che. It sells better that way. Redford is a fucker and I'd be hard pshed to not kick him to the groin if I met him.

The Motorcycle Diaries are basically a romance in which Che mostly falls in love with Che, who falls slightly in, but mostly out of love with those who fall in love with Che. Just like in Guevara’s real life, everyone else really only gets a bit part, or maybe a supporting role to our olive drab wearing, strangely disconnected from regular and ordinary life Messiah, who is always in our dreams, somewhere, out there.

Che is always happy to lend a clenched fist to those in need even if they don’t really want it, like the crazed Boy Scout who insists on taking an old lady back across the road in the wrong direction. There seems to be only two available supporting roles of note in the real life Che ensemble, now missing its leading man. And they are those that burn the midnight lamp for decades, after being touched by their hideous Saint, and the ones that have disappeared.

In the film, Che enjoys a lot of freedom, motorcycle styled adventures and plenty of freeloading fun. It’s a real shame it’s missing the part where he then figured out how to make sure he was one of the last free Cubans to do so. Batista and all the previous El Presidente's for life, were apparently so totalitarian that you could leave at any time.

Che Guevara. Your hero. What a waste of so many people's lives and so much in so many ways. What a sadistic, narcissistic, cowardly and stupidly incompetent swine he was. What a great face printed on a T-shirt though, so that's something, eh?

One last thing. Read Humberto Fontova's great, vastly empirical and all revealing book The Real Che Guevara: And the Useful Idiots Who Idolize Him. Now.

Part Three. Cuba is still not a laugh a minute.

In the end, all tyrants, frauds and killers do eventually contribute enormously to the happiness of the world's people. No, really. Because control freak swine and utter frauds do eventually die and sometimes badly. Great! Che is dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. Ain't that great? And Castro soon too eh? Now that's gotta be worth a laugh and a drink between true friends and and a warm family? And interestingly, these are two things that a parasite like Che just loved to destroy.




Why do so many people love Che the child killer Guevara? Well, they don't, actually. Nope, they love themselves first and foremost. But that ain't gonna cut it out in the world for the average and boring twerp trust fund brat and mediocre celebrity that needs an army of script writer's for the only times they utter anything worth a damn. Neither will it swing for any nobody variant, a venal hubristic rich freak, or just the common garden variety rapist and killer. No, no, no! You know that what you need is a Che makeover!

In reality, if you're about as rebellious as a mass produced consumer of an image can be, and have nothing to offer anyone unless it's entirely about you, or you're a coward, a bore, a criminal, an overly complex, or a dimly and simple minded nerve ending of narcissism, and gross immaturity, well...

Hell, then just put on the worlds number one fancy dress of the living dead. Be a Che for a day! Or for an entire miserable, useless, ugly, destructive, contradictory, sheltered, privileged existence, and then pretend you're somebody that you ain't. Somebody that people should listen to and notice for er, anything, when you know and I know, ya got precisely nothing. Hey, calm down, adjective boy!


"It's such a shame to waste your life away like this...existing. Nothing but existing...Oh, there ain't no life...nowhere".
Jimi Hendrix.

Humberto Fontova: "SENTENCE first. VERDICT afterwards", said the Queen. "Nonsense!" said Alice loudly. "Off with her head!" the Queen shouted at the top of her voice’. Alice In Wonderland

They say Lewis Carroll was a serious dope fiend, his mind totally scrambled on opium, when he concocted "Alice in Wonderland". A place where the sentence comes first and the verdict afterward, where people who protest the madness are sentenced to death themselves. What lunacy!

…If only [Lewis ]Carroll had lived a bit longer. If only he'd visited Cuba in 1959 when every paper from the New York Times to the London Observer, when every pundit from Walter Lippman to Ed Murrow, every author from Jean Paul Sartre to Norman Mailer, every TV host from Jack Paar to Ed Sullivan were touting the judicial outrages, mass larceny and firing-squad orgies instituted by Fidel Castro and Che Guevara as the most glorious events since VJ day.

Che: "To send men to the firing squad, judicial proof is unnecessary". Carroll would have heard from the chief executioner, named Ernesto 'Che' Guevara. "These procedures are an archaic bourgeois detail. This is a revolution! And a revolutionary must become a cold killing machine motivated by pure hate. We must create the pedagogy of the paredon! [The Wall]"

For the first year of Castro's glorious revolution Che Guevara was his main executioner. A combination Beria and Himmler, with a major exception: Che's slaughter of (bound and gagged) Cubans (Che was himself an Argentine), exceeded Heinrich Himmler's prewar slaughter of Germans, to scale, that is.

Che: "Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any enemy that falls in my hands! My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of gunpowder and blood. With the deaths of my enemies I prepare my being for the sacred fight and join the triumphant proletariat with a bestial howl!"

Humberto Fontova at HNN.

"Obama supporters say Viva Che.

During recent interviews of Obama campaign workers on Houston's Fox TV station, the offices of two Texas Obama campaign volunteers (including a precinct captain and head of the "Houston Obama Leadership Team") were found prominently decorated with Che Guevara images, against the backdrop of Cuban flags. The MSM kept mum, but the conservative blogosphere spread the story. Intrepid blogger Henry Gomez [Babalu Blog], uncovered 15 different pages of Che Guevara well-wishers on the official Obama campaign site.

On November 17, 1962, J Edgar Hoover's FBI discovered that Che Guevara's bombast had substance. They infiltrated and cracked a plot by Cuban agents that targeted Macy's, Gimbel's, Bloomindales and Manhattan's Grand Central Terminal with a dozen incendiary devices and 500 kilos of TNT. The holocaust was set to go off the following week, the day after Thanksgiving. Che Guevara was the head of Cuba's "Foreign Liberation Department" at the time.

A little perspective: for their March 2004 Madrid subway blasts, all 10 of them, that killed and maimed almost 2000 people, al-Qaida used a grand total of 100 kilos of TNT. Castro and Che's agents planned to set off five times that explosive power in the some of the biggest department stores on earth, all packed to suffocation and pulsing with holiday cheer on the year's biggest shopping day.

A month earlier (during what came to be known as the Cuban Missile Crisis) Fidel Castro and Che Guevara had salivated over the prospect of a much more satisfying holocaust. "Say hello to my little friends!" they dreamt of yelling at the Yankee “hyenas,” right before the mushroom clouds. But for the prudence of the Butcher of Budapest [Nikita Khrushchev], they might have pulled it off.

Despite the diligent work of Camelot court scribes and their ever-eager acolytes in the MSM, Publishing and Hollywood, most serious analysts conclude that Fidel and Che's genocidal fantasy was a much bigger factor in Khrushchev's decision to yank the missiles from Cuba than Kennedy's utterly bogus bluster, threats and "blockade."

"The solutions to the world's problems lie behind the Iron Curtain", stressed Ernesto “Che" Guevara who often signed his correspondence with the moniker "Stalin II". "If the nuclear missiles had remained we would have fired them against the heart of the U.S. including New York City," he boasted. "The victory of socialism is well worth millions of atomic victims."

But don't misinterpret Che Guevara’s bluster with actual bravery. His stock in trade was the mass-murder of defenseless men and boys, bound and gagged, is how he demanded his victims. On Oct. 8 1967, upon finally encountering armed and determined enemies,

Che quickly dropped his fully-loaded weapons and whimpered: "Don't Shoot! I'm Che! I'm worth more to you alive than dead!"

Che Guevara's regime also shattered, through executions, jailings, mass larceny and exile, virtually every family on the island of Cuba. Many opponents of the Cuban regime qualify as the longest-suffering political prisoners in modern history, having suffered prison camps, forced labor and torture chambers for a period three times as long in Che Guevara's Gulag as Alexander Solzhenytzin suffered in Stalin's Gulag. But don’t bother looking for any History Channel, NPR, or 20/20 interviews with these heroes. They were victims’ of the Left’s premier poster boys”. Fontova.


So anyhow, how did the Castro’s revolution pan out then? Like most of them, it’s been a genuine disaster on a massive scale and a phony success pretty much through and through. A great imaginary dental plan though. Most Cubans don’t get the opportunity to use their teeth on real food anyway, so it all works out just fine. Yep, it’s been a real worker Club Med, except there’s no Mediterranean, but you still get the club, often repeatedly.

All the cigar, beard and matching disguise sets, the olive drab Foreign Legion hat wearing and pistol slinging paraphernalia of Castro’s Cuba, have been a major part of a Disneyland-like theme park and handy reference point for various fellow travellers, radicals, left-wing phonies and as a perennial predominantly middle-class student icon, for almost half a century. And an irritating and frustrating anomaly for successively bereft, and easily puzzled US governments and like JFK and the Democrats, actually helped the revolution.

The significant difference between the Imaginary Kingdom of er, Cuba and Disneyland, is that almost the only maintenance done on the place with a rat instead of a mouse at the helm, is mostly in the imagination. That’s apart from the post-revolution buildings done in the Soviet cement turd style. This is an approach to architecture that only ever really caught on in various nowhere dumps that have had a catastrophic upheaval, coup or a glorious revolution of the er, proletariat. Read as usually meaning University grad cafe subversives.

Curiously, a slightly similar style has appeared in the West, though of better quality, in the windswept cement monoliths of the ‘Brutalist’ school. Interestingly, they are often found in University construction and other government "It’s a joke, right?!" architecture. In naughty totalitarian states, the ugly utilitarian forms of public buildings are usually designed to make you feel small and insignificant. In your average pleb paradise, it’s then just one more step to make you disappear entirely, permanently and without a trace.

Cuba is more of a fantasy land than Disney could ever manage. Nobody except a five-year old believes Disneyland is real for even a moment, but you can find literally millions of some of the smartest people around, full grown adults with lots of University Degrees and laptops, who believe in the Fidel and Che Show and their ilk, even when you can clearly see the hands inside the corpse-like puppets.

Drop in any time to Fidel Land, but remember to bring plenty of Yankee dollars, as the local currency is about as tradeable as a Toontown token.

"See the colourful natives frozen in aspic in a perpetual and over enthusiastically aged back-lot movie set, circa 1959, as they weave palm fronds into attractive baskets, short wave radios and speedboats".

Yep, there have been some changes lately, though none of them in the slightest bit good. So change, only if you see almost everything getting worse as “change”. Hey, Obama does. For any non-approved writer in one of the three hundred Castro built jails on tiny Cuba, or the average broke and scrambling Cuban in the barrios of Havana, it’s not the Mafia that pimps your own sister anymore, it’s probably you, and the rates have fallen to a bar of soap or some batteries.

It’s all so nifty though, because for a Westerner, you can leave anytime via the airport, instead of during the next full moon and high tide with the aid of a homemade flotation device. Just remember to make any empty and irresponsible gesture towards the right on-ness of the victorious revolution.

There are two Cuba's. The tourist one for all the wilfully deluded international freaks, and the living twenty four hour surveillance Hell for the majority of Cuban prisoners.

For those who probably already have the Che poster, T-shirt or tea towel, try the ever fashionable disingenuous and bankrupt auto cue statement about the benefits of the great Cuban medical system. It’s a total and monstrous lie. It’s so efficient; it creates its own patients! Curiously, I don’t see a lot of people seeking out Soviet era trained medicos locally, especially in Hollywood.

But that’s the thing. It’s easy to chatter on without much fear of contradiction about how the Cuban’s or whoever, should dig these zany experimental life styles. Of course it ain’t one that it’s advocates would tolerate for even a day. And how could foreigners possibly want the fortunate and comfortable life that we take for granted in the West?

"The West is so materialistic and soulless!" Only people with easy access to plenty of the material, but not enough soul, mouth that relentless canard hypocrisy. Well, then give away everything you own and burn the rest, and there you go. It’s all at base a bigoted and racist lie. This pretty much sums up most radical theories postulated by posers and hobbyists.

"I only ever do it in the garage. I’d never bring it into my house. It makes such a mess". As Dylan said: "You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you".

In his public speeches to what’s left of the Cuban public, Castro does an imitation of life seemingly via an early prototype of Soviet animatronics. Che on the other dead-hand, can be invoked with the aid of a kind of séance, but you’ve got to really believe.

"I see a face, on the wall. He says his name is...Che, and he wants a bath, a shave and a cigar, but imported".

Of course, the almost life-like Fidel is so repetitive, mechanical and relentlessly boring, that he could have already been dead for over fifteen years, while Che the actually dead guy and all-purpose revolutionary corpse, seems more alive and vibrant than ever.

You just know that if Cuba had cable, it really would be eighty channels and nothing on. Already it's mostly Fidel’s interminable waxworks stand-up, and parades of circa 1980’s military equipment. Maybe throw in a children’s puppet show in Spanish, whose main theme is thwarting the Yanqui Imperialists with a small stick; and a soap opera from Argentina with a lead that looks more than a little like Ricky Martin with a pencil moustache.

There are two places near Miami for those way past retirement age that are vacuum sealed fantasy lands of dreams and memories for the unreachable, privileged, affluent and senile. One is Florida and the other is the Presidential Palace in Havana.

Perhaps Fidel’s eventual future can be found somewhere in the title of that old Disney film from the 1960’s starring Kurt Russell, 'The Communist Wore Tennis Shoes’. The whole act will finally be seen for what it is. So clearly dated, lame, retarded, empty, phoney, stupid and plain murderous, that there is no longer any viable and sane audience for it, not even among University students trapped seemingly forever in a miserable aspic of irony and fake rebellion.

Part Two: Cuban 'Revolution' still lacks a laugh track.

As has been noted by others, the ability of Che and Fidel to turn Cuba, or what was once the worlds party central, into the worlds biggest island concentration camp and a hideous, destructive vortex of classic Communist stupidity and utter failure, is mind boggling.

It has been said that the only way to make a small fortune in a Socialist Hellhole, is to start off with a big fortune. But Fidel has managed to beggar a whole country for fifty years, while amassing an enormous fortune and a venal and ridiculous credibility with third world turds, and Western fellow traveller twerps and frauds.





The real Che was a child murderin', short haired narcissist, coward, sadist, bore, mass killer, Stalinist, inept bungler, fraud, liar, poser, user, ungrateful, spiteful, spoiled, weak, naturally overweight, narrow minded mega dork square who was actually in his natural state, very, very, very uncool, and the man that Castro wanted dead. A lot. So Fidel wasn’t all bad. Che was not good at anything but the art of narcissism. Che never freed a single person, but imprisoned millions. Che was not a Cuban, but an Argentinian.

Like all totalitarian obsessives, Che was naturally bureaucratic, as well as deeply enamoured and aroused by the accounting and book keeping of mass oppression an' murder. In short, Che never achieved a single damn thing in his entire rotten life. He never performed one truly kind and selfless act except for dying, but that was er, done for him.

The only reason Che looked good in his faux guerrilla shots, was because the usually overweight Mumma’s boy had the habit of getting hopelessly lost in the jungle for weeks and months at a time. This was often because Fidel sent Guevara out on absurd "missions” in the hope that Ernesto would finally die, never returning to Havana to bore Castro with endless collective diatribes of complex paranoid insanity, that were even worse than Fidel’s.

As Fontova has noted, the normal warmth of friendship, bonhomie, eating and drinking and the things that make a normal life for most people, was alien and beyond him. He was, the ultimate user, parasite and opportunist sleazebag. Che was one of the great political vampires of the 20th century.

Che almost never washed or bathed and loved the fancy dress of the “warrior” poser, so was ready and willing as a proto-hippie drop out. And to have Western sycophantic and flunky Leftards following with their camera gear and typewriter’s, was just handy dandy. Notice how there are endless photo’s of Che ‘off stage’ from battle, but not a single picture or film of Che actually doing any fighting? Because he never did.

It’s hard to shoot forward when you’re running backwards with diarrhea. Che was never a Doctor, but a lazy drop out med student. There is no record anywhere of him gaining any qualifications in anything. Wouldn’t the Cuban propaganda machine and the legions of Che fans, be er, rather keen to have put out such an important document, if it existed? Maybe. The records for Che’s Uni days are intact, as they are for others who were there too, as per normal. But nope. No degree and no cigar.

And gee, wouldn’t Che blowing out people’s brains with a heavy revolver violate his er, Hippocratic Oath just a little? And no, Cuba is not improving. Not without the resignation and subsequent suicide of the entire Cuban Dictatorship.

Over 77,000 people have drowned trying to get to Miami. One motive for this series is the true, naturally passionate, productive and enthusiastic nature of the Cuban people “yearning to be free”. Yep, and not like virtually every Leftard, the thrill of eulogising the Communist jailers, liars, murderers and rapist gangsters of the Fidel coterie, or their foreign sympathiser’s and apologist’s, but the real people of Cuba.


From babalublog: "As many as 7,610 Cubans entered the United States through its southern border in the fiscal year that ended Sept. 30, according to U.S. Customs and Border Protection.

The Coast Guard interdicted 2,866 Cubans at sea in 2005, up from 1,499 in 2004. Many more also made it to shore in South Florida than last year. Border Patrol spokesman Steve McDonald said 2,530 Cubans were detained in South Florida in 2005, up from 955 the year before.

"The situation in Cuba is worse than ever", Fresnillo said. "I've never seen so many blackouts, and the hurricanes coming through were horrible. I am part of a generation of people that is disillusioned".

"Popular rebellion and discontent have increased in the last two years, and at the same time government repression is increasing", said dissident Manuel Vasquez Portal, who left Cuba with a visa in June. "Life for us in Cuba had become impossible".

Dear sports, just for a laugh, look up the lists on therealcuba, of the many people searching for the endless disappeared of Cuba including men, woman and children. 20% of the population of Cuba have escaped from Cuba, or drowned trying. Get free or die trying, eh?

As Humberto Fontova has empirically shown, Che was the Cuban revolution’s chief executioner. Che was also put in charge of vrtually all of the main parts of the Cuban economy which he then almost single handed, destroyed. Fidel has continued on to impoverish and brutalize Cuba to the point where 20 percent of its population risked their lives to flee. Castro incarcerates more people as a percentage of population, than Hitler or Stalin. Che and Fidel have created the greatest ongoing refugee crisis in the Western hemisphere.

Fidel owns all media in Cuba and uses it for the most sickening abuse, manipulation and intimidation of dissidents, ordinary Cuban citizens and anyone in the world who see’s Fidel clearly as the monster he is, such as the great Vaclav Havel. In Cuba, the medium is entirely only the message that Castro wants and that message is all about Castro. The narcissism and megalomania of Fidel is beyond measure and belief. Castro speeches that go for hours and on every channel and everyday.

“Hey, let’s stay in tonight and we’ll make some potato soup, and watch the Soviet era military hardware parade on TV! It’ll be fun!”

The photo evidence of the Cuban urban landscape shows clearly, where once there was a modern city, there’s now a decayed landscape filled with abandoned shells of once beautiful buildings that look like they’ve been bombed out. Nothing much has been done since 1959, apart from the added freak attraction of old Soviet anti-human monolith construction and anything essential to the running of Cuba Inc, the worlds premier Latin island prison.

The list of murderers, armed robbers and fugitives that now live in Cuba, and the long list of US citizens murdered by Castro is er, very long. Almost as long as a celebrity rider list. Fidel has always given and still does give enormous support to global terrorism and the techniques of the Gulag, especially as Fidel has perfected all of these things in Cuba over half a century.

But don’t worry Che fans. Fidel’s even more sadistic brother Raul is ready to carry on the family traditions.

The inconvenient truth of Castro’s racism towards blacks, can be found in just one of thousand’s of examples, in the suffering of Dr Oscar Elias Biscet, jailed for twenty seven years for organising a group discussion on Dr Martin Luther King! Dr Biscet was kept in a cell six feet high and three feet wide. To be black in Cuba is not a happy lot.

Now what has happened and happens still to children in the Cuban wonderland is beyond belief, that’s if they manage to get past one of the highest abortion rates in the world. Ah, the work of Castro is never ending. Fidel was supported enormously by Russia for decades, but he didn’t exactly share it around. Why didn’t Cuba improve at all then, but actually got somehow even worse? Now that the Soviet source is long gone, Castro and his gangsters, rapists and murderers are amazingly doing even better.

But then Castro is the main businessman in Cuba. With factories manufacturing almost every kind of good you can imagine, from high tech medical equipment to delicatessen smallgoods! But sadly, it’s all for export or for his cronies, or for visiting celebrities. Just like Chavez.

Chavez: “Ah, Comrade Kevin Spacey, would you like another nibble of my Bratwurst?”

Ironically, enormous pieces baloney are also Cuba’s main export, and don’t the fans just love it?!

From Humberto Fontova on Che da bumbler and coward.

“...in a guerrilla war. Yes, where people shoot back and everything. Che eventually tried his hand at this novelty and ... well, we saw what happened. He was run out of Africa with his tail between his legs in months. Then in Bolivia he and his merry band of bumblers was betrayed, encircled and decimated in short order.

Dissed by Mao.

"Real guerrillas had Che’s number".

Colonel Neville: Mao the mass genocidal freak and child killer refused to see Che the genocidal freak when Che the child killer visited China!

Fontova: "He had him cool his heels in a reception room for two hours, and then stood him up. He knew Che instinctively. Che the Lionhearted’s image is still ubiquitous on college campuses. But in the wrong places. He belongs in the marketing, PR, advertising – and especially – psychology departments. His lessons and history are fascinating and valuable, but only in light of Sigmund Freud or P.T. Barnum. One born every minute, Mr. Barnum? If only you’d lived to see the Che phenomenon. Actually, 10 are born every second.

Here’s a “guerrilla hero” who in real life never fought in a guerrilla war. When he finally brushed up against one, he was routed.

Here’s a cold-blooded murderer who executed thousands without trial, who claimed that judicial evidence was an “unnecessary bourgeois detail", who stressed that “revolutionaries must become cold-killing machines motivated by pure hate", who stayed up till dawn for months at a time signing death warrants for innocent and honourable men, whose office in La Cabana had a window where he could watch the executions – and today his T-shirts adorn people who oppose capital punishment!

‘Greens’ Love This Polluter.

Here’s communist Cuba’s first “Minister of Industries", whose main slogan in 1960 was “Accelerated Industrialization!” Whose dream was converting Cuba (the hemisphere, actually) into a huge bureaucratic-industrial ant farm, and he’s the poster boy for greens and anarchists who scream and rant against industrialization!

Here’s a snivelling little suck-up, teacher’s pet and momma’s boy who was the constant pride of joy of his teacher (Alberto Bayo) and parents (the most obnoxious sort of Limousine Bolsheviks), and he’s idolized by millionaire delinquents such as Rage Against the Machine!

Here’s a humourless teetotaller, a plodding paper-pusher, a notorious killjoy and all-around fuddy-duddy, and you see his T-shirt on MTV’s Spring Break revellers!Perhaps competent psychologists (if any exist), will explain this some day.

Che excelled in one thing: the mass murder of defenceless men. He was a Stalinist to the core, a plodding bureaucrat and a calm, cold-blooded, but again, never in actual battle, killer. And there was an actual method to this murderous madness.

Recall that in 1940 Stalin’s commissars rounded up the Polish officer corps, herded them into the Katyn Forest and slaughtered them to a man. Stalin didn’t want any Polish contras messing up his plans. These officers would have led them. So his men dug a huge mass grave and lined up the Polish officers. The Russian pistol barrels went up against the backs of the necks: POW! Thump.

Fifteen thousand shots later the deed was done and the dirt replaced. Any contra problem was nipped in the bud.

Che followed suit in Cuba. As a communist flunky in Guatemala he’d seen the Guatemalan officer corps rise up against the communist Arbenz government in ‘54. [And you pinko professors please stifle the noise about Arbenz as a harmless “social democrat” and “nationalist” victimized by the fiendish United Fruit Co., OK? When ousted, Arbenz sought refuge in Czechoslovakia, not Sweden.]

Beloved Mass Murderer.

Anyway, Che didn’t want a repeat in Cuba. Upon entering Havana in January ‘59 he started rounding up all army officers. Then, FUEGO! His firing squads got busy. Real busy. By his own count, Che sent 2,500 men to "the wall".

The “Cuban Katyn", I call this slaughter. The reds called these executed men “war criminals” and the Beltway press naturally parroted the charge. Nothing new there. The New York Times’ [Pulitzer Prize-winning, no less] reporter, Walter Duranty, had also parroted Stalin and Beria’s charges against the victims of the 1930s show trials too. Later, they, along with Chris Dodd, Ted Kennedy and Tip O’Neill, labelled Nicaragua’s contras “war criminals.” But today Nicaragua is free because of them.

Che’s true legacy is simply one of terror and murder. That dreaded midnight knock. Wives and daughters screaming in rage and panic as Che’s goons drag off their dads and husbands; that’s the real Che legacy.

Desperate crowds of weeping daughters and shrieking mothers clubbed with rifle butts outside La Cabana as Che’s firing squads murder their dads and sons inside; that’s the real Che legacy.

Thousands of heroes yelling “Viva Cuba Libre!” and “Viva Christo Rey!” before firing squads of murderous drunks whom they’d have stomped in open battle; that’s the real Che legacy. Secret graves and crude boxes with bullet-riddled corpses delivered to ashen-faced loved ones; that’s the real Che legacy.

And let’s not forget the craven “Don’t shoot! I’m Che! I’m worth more to you live than dead!” [Then why didn’t he save his last bullet for himself?] Perhaps the defiant yells of the men he murdered actually affected Che the Lionhearted? By 1960 he started ordering that his victims’ mouths be taped shut. Perhaps there was a trace of human emotion in this icy dolt after all? Genuine bravery and defiance unnerved him.

When the wheels of justice finally turned, Che was revealed as unworthy to carry his victims’ slop buckets. He learned nothing from their bravery. He could only beg for his life. So yes, the craven request when cornered in Bolivia is also the real Che legacy”. Fontova.

The following is an actual headline that says so much regards the Leftard mindset of much of the MSM regarding the wonderful sadist Che. "Andy Garcia bashes Che’ Guevara in new movie. Movie critics aghast at Andy Garcia’s film, The Lost City". How does one er “bash” a totalitarian Dictator of fifty years vintage exactly? Unfairly? Lacking balance? Impolite? Maybe it was be nice to mass murderers week? Jesus Christ.

In an article by Humberto Fontova, the writer discusses reaction to a slightly different kind of film that in part concerns itself with pre-revolutionary Cuba. [Fontova is the author of 'The Real Che Guevara and the idiots who follow him', and 'Fidel Castro; Hollywood's favourite Tyrant'.]

The film ‘The Lost City’ is a project by actor, film maker and actual Cuban, Andy Garcia. Fontova speaks of: “The mainstream media's thundering and apparently incurable stupidity on matters Cuban. In 1958 Cuba was undergoing a rebellion, not a revolution. Cubans expected political change, not a socioeconomic cataclysm and catastrophe".


Fontova sights a well known UNESCO report, [The United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization] on Cuba, circa 1957: "One feature of the Cuban social structure is a large middle class. Cuban workers are more unionized (proportional to the population) than U.S. workers. The average wage for an 8-hour day in Cuba in 1957 is higher than for workers in Belgium, Denmark, France and Germany. Cuban labour receives 66.6 per cent of gross national income.

In the U.S. the figure is 70 per cent, in Switzerland 64 per cent. 44 per cent of Cubans are covered by social legislation, a higher percentage than in the U.S. Cuba in 1958 had a higher per-capita income than Austria and Japan. Cuban industrial workers had the eighth highest wages in the world. In the 1950s Cuban stevedores earned more per hour than their counterparts in New Orleans and San Francisco.

Cuba had established an 8 hour workday in 1933, five years before FDR's New Dealers. Add to this a one-month paid vacation. The much-lauded by liberals, social democracies of Western Europe didn't manage this till 30 years later.

Cuban women got three months of paid maternity leave. This was in the 1930s. Cuba, a country 71 percent white in 1957, was completely desegregated 30 years before Rosa Parks was dragged off that Birmingham bus and handcuffed. In 1958 Cuba had more female college graduates per capita than the U.S.

The anti-Batista rebellion, not revolution, was staffed and led overwhelmingly by college students and professionals. Unemployed lawyers were prominent such as Fidel Castro himself. Here's the makeup of the ‘peasant revolution's’ first Cabinet, drawn from the leaders in the anti-Batista fight: seven lawyers, two university professors, three university students, one doctor, one engineer, one architect, one former city mayor and a colonel who defected from the Batista army. As Che’ himself might have put it, a notoriously bourgeois bunch”.

Source: Free Republic. My edit of an article by Hubert Fontova, 01 May 2006.



Batista was undoubtedly a bastard in many ways and it would have been a good thing if he had accidentally fallen down some stairs repeatedly at least several years before the Revolution. To put it mildly, he pushed the tolerance of the various Cuban classes by among other naughty Dictatorial gangster behaviour, his outrageous coup and popular self-election.

"I vote for me as President! Will you? I don’t mind if I do, says I to me, to you".

In 1957, Batista, that old despot, killer and published author, had like his predecessors, presided over one of the worlds best economies with one of the highest standards of living on most every count with a higher wage for an eight hour day, [since 1933!] than Denmark, Belgium, France or Germany and a more unionised labour force than the US that recieved 66.6% of the gross national income. They had nine days sick leve and compulsory unemployment insurance. Cuban's had three months of paid maternity leave by 1930!

Only 34% of Cubawas rural. Average daily wage for a Cuban agricultural worker was $3.00. In France it was $2.73. Cuban longshoremen earned among the highest wages in the world. Cuban's owned more TV's per capita than any other Latin American's. They owned more cars than the Japanese and half the countries of Europe. Inflation was 1.4%. It's two top economic years were 1957 and 1958.

Cuban's were free to travel. Millions wanted to get into Cuba. The Cuban Embassy in Rome had a backlog of 14,000 Italians wanting to get into Cuba. Now Haitian's don't wan to go there. If Cuban's were free to leave, almost the whole country would empty out in weeks. Cubatook in more immigrants per capita than even Merica in it's Ellis Island days. From 1903 to 1957 Cuba took in 1 million from Spain and 65,000 from the US. Haitian's used jump on rafts to get into Cuba! Really. 2 million Cuban's have risked their lives to escape from Cuba.

In 1958 Cuban's were the third highest consumers of protein in the Western Hemisphere. Today, the average Cuban exists on less than half the rations of a slave for the year 1842.

Cuba was noted for it's very large and growing middle-class. This is a section of Cuban society that has all but collapsed and disappeared, replaced by a dichotomy of the ragged mass of salves and prisoners, and the rich of Fidel's coterie and his international celebrity and scumbag enablers.

There are mountains of photos of pre-revolutionary Cuba available clearly showing a largely modern, growing state with the kind of infrastructure and buildings found in any successful country. Most of that's gone and what's left is in such a sharply contrasted and degraded state, it’s hard to believe this was ever the same country.

Of course, the holiday showcase for Hollywood creeps, politicians and journalists etc, is a seperate world that the mass of ordinary Cuban's can never enter unless they want a Russian made machine gun butt in their face. Of course they can work as prostitutes there because every inch of non-hovel Cuba is bugged.

Fidel knows EVERYTHING that happens in Cuba and much of it is recorded on video too.

The very capable Cubans wanted and were ready for er, non-Obama style “change”, largely of the political. Probably a lot like you would want to live through in the preferred upward and forward direction of an election. And er, doesn’t that happen everywhere worth a damn with a civil government and a working economic system anyway and not in places without them? Like er, Cuba today.

Nobody, I repeat nobody who isn’t affected by some kind of ideological crazy pill, needs or wants an all or nothing dive into a national suicide of the majority of the fabric of their social, civil, cultural and economic institutions.

Imagine if there was a similar situation here... And I’m sure many in their S11 protester and undergraduate fantasies believe there is. Well, how many people would be willing to disfigure and destroy most of the recognisable features of their own society, from the economy to civil and private life via a disastrous revolution?

Maybe more than you think.

Cuban 'Revolution' lacks a laugh track. Part One.

Castro and Che in a pre-revolution conference huddle.

Castro: "You're stepping on my foot!"

Che: "I'm sorry comrade. I can be so insensitive!"


Revolutions appeal enormously to the ignorant hubristic teenage brat and grossly immature adult misfit because revolutions are well, essentially about murder, mayhem, theft, screaming and lies, while offering a thrilling chance to project a phony image of yourself entirely without merit or constructive effort. Thus affluent eternally tenured academics too, love to lecture about revolution to their agitprop by the numbers sodden black hearted delight. No really.

To incredible ad nauseum, said teen twerps and provisionally adult perverts often say to me that even if Che the child killer Guevara did murder people, steal their property and destroy everything he touched, ”which he didn’t man! Cos Che was a hero who just wanted to help people...and get rid of you evil fascist's!” er, neocons, BushHitler, Florsheim Shoes salesmen, tennis pros etc...well, it was “necessary” for the revolution and to er, “help people”, unless of course they were beyond help being already starved, drowned, tortured or shot to death.

Hey, is it OK if Che the child killer had have stolen your parents house, arrested and executed your folks as enemies of the revolution, so that your sister now works as a child prostitute, and you were say tortured to death for being a “long haired rock n’ roll musician” and your brother escaped to Miami on an inflatable giraffe? That’d be like, totally radical! Guess not.

Such eternal tantrum prone children as Mark Steyn said “live in a fantasy life completely supported by the system they despise.

But then Marxist Soviet product sodden radical left liberalism is in the very air we breathe. It’s everywhere. Beyond belief but true. Say you are a Marxist or socialist and few will say anything, even though they have murdered over 100 million human beings and CONTINUE to oppress and murder millions. No one can say they’re a Nazi and get a shrug of the shoulders or a pat on the shoulder and “cool! Kill BushHitler!”

Thus education, mainstream media, celebrity, pop music, entertainment and the government are riddled with them, all with identical phone ‘em in opinions based often entirely not on actual empirical reading of facts but on reacting to single words and one and three word slogans, like a Pavlov experiment in which the subject is swallows International Socialist pamphlets whole. Go figure.

Gee, why do the mass left indoctrinated get hysterically attached to psychopathic totalitarian Marxist incompetents, narcissists and now Jew hating Islamofascists? Easy. They're trained to and it's for the phony rebel cred.

If for over fifty years much of our culture has deliberately used Marxist critical theory to undermine the ability of people to see the incredible historical fortune of being born in the kind of place that doesn’t suck, meaning the free capitalist democratic West, then naturally a hip young twerp will want to find some way to off set the subsequent self-loathing this engenders. And that criminally insane circus freaks like Che the child killer and Chavez are foreign and hate America and the Western Canon but don’t live in their affluent neighbourhood next door to them is well, perfect.

It’s a perfect set-up as it requires virtually zero lifestyle change and zero commitment, beyond emotional outbursts of leaden laughable leftist clichés, attending a few screaming riots with your fellow spoiled brats, buying a nice Che the child killer t-shirt and a Rage Against The Machine CD. All this is a great way to make other stupid unread friends and meet conceited snot nosed girls. No really.

When I witness how common this is and how perfectly the dominant left paradigms o’ junk have become cosy bedfellows with Islamofascist stealth and overt jihad, I can only conclude one thing. According to Newtons Third Law of Physics, we're all doomed. No really.

Che love, the love that dare's to speak its name, says almost everything you need to know about someone's mind or the lack there of.

The equation goes something like the following: If one thinks Che is a great and heroic role model, they’re the kind of person who is er, passionate, and equally immature. And being ah, passionate, are more inclined to value emotions and self-image over anything else, especially any easily dismissed Himalaya of empirical evidence to the contrary. Rather problematic but apparently not for them.

Thus such boobs believe in anything but the facts. For the excitable, volatile and morally vain, reality and truth can be quite a damper and well, a real drag. So there’s something hideous ‘bout Fidel the pig and Cuba Inc, kids. Everything! It's been a fifty year reign for the killer phony and uber bore and yet, like the day of the living dead that is the never dying 1960’s, and like The Blob, Fidel just expands and absorbs one useful idiot sycophant after another.

Maybe like the blob, Fidel and his ilk will be killed off when Global Warming is revealed to be the Global Socialism power, money and control grab con and lie that it is, as the temperature drops to a new cool period. An authentic cool and one that doesn’t include wearing child murdering narcissist Stalinist commies on a free market t-shirt.





P.J O’Rourke once said that the only thing you need to know about Communism, is that for most or all of their respective histories, you couldn't get a decent Chinese take-away in China or a good Cuban cigar in Cuba.


Ah, Cuba. As Humberto Fontova the author of 'The Real Che Guevara: and the idiots who idolize him', and 'Fidel Castro: Hollywood's favourite Tyrant' has shown, the images of Che the child killer Guevara, Fidel El Pig Castro, and pre and post Revolutionary Cuba are wrong on almost every count. In the West this is so as it is in Hollywood, on almost any university campus and in the MSM etc, and among failed or successful killers, rapists and child prostitution aficionados. But then they see such totalitarian evil as good thang.



Er, a lot of regular and organised crime digs Cuba too, though I've already mentioned Hollywood. A clear objective view of Fidel's Cuban miracle is hard to find at Sunnyvale Sanatorium and Madhouse or any University, and Che naturally has a fan base in the Middle East and any African gangster cannibal state. Che is largely despised in South America by the mass of people, even in the few remaining dysfunctional led latin powder kegs etc. But Che is eternally popular with affluent liberal left whites, black identity politics race hustling criminals and various misfit minorities like MECHA and La Raza etc.

The rotten to the core lies and delusions of the liberal celebrity fan club for Che and his ilk’s revolutionary brain splattering machines, are delightfully perpetuated by literally millions of fashionably unread, ignorant and spoiled, free world phony rebels, and a chorus of dysfunctional grudge fantasy failed and failing states. [Here's a neat piece on the growing and terrifying duo of Che lovin' Chavez and Iran's Ahmachimphead.]


Via Humberto Fontova: 'Every third male in Miami has the same background of having his family and friends murdered, all property stolen and being the lucky one to have escaped alive. Castro sent his agents to torture to death American POWs in North Vietnam's Cu Loc POW camp outside Hanoi, in 1967'.

“The black is indolent where as the European is forward looking”. Che.

“If the missiles [nuclear] had remained in Cuba, we would have use them against the heart of the United States, including New York City”. Che.

For fifty years the "right on!" revolutionary scene of Fidel, Che and Cuba, have been pushed along nicely by bad TV shows and even worse films and docos. Dross that has perpetuated Che as a delight, and assumptions of Latinos as not having the same aspirations and abilities as say, you and l. Nope, they apparently need a uniquely experimental and shocking solution to their problems, not like er, us. It’s as if for some, certain nation states can only be comprehended as being almost entirely and naturally comprised of people straight from Central Casting.

“We need a coupla million latinos to cheer for Che and their own firing squad, pronto!”

When it comes to national and international disgrace and scandal, bogus attitudes to Cuba, especially in the clueless MSM and celebrityville, are the real deal and a monstrous scandal.

Humberto Fontova: "A Cuban gentleman named Pierre San Martin was also among those jailed by the gallant Che. A few years ago he recalled the horrors in a El Nuevo Herald article. "32 of us were crammed into a cell" he recalls. "16 of us would stand while the other sixteen tried to sleep on the cold filthy floor. We took shifts that way. Actually, we considered ourselves lucky. After all, we were alive. Dozens were led from the cells to the firing squad daily. The volleys kept us awake. We felt that any one of those minutes would be our last".

"One morning the horrible sound of that rusty steel door swinging open startled us awake and Che's guards shoved a new prisoner into our cell. His face was bruised and smeared with blood. We could only gape. He was a boy, couldn't have been much older than 12, maybe 14.

"What did you do?" We asked horrified. "I tried to defend my Papa," gasped the bloodied boy. "I tried to keep these Communist sons of bitches from murdering him! But they sent him to the firing squad".

Soon Che's goons came back, the rusty steel door opened, and they yanked the valiant boy out of the cell. "We all rushed to the cell's window that faced the execution pit, " recalls Mr San Martin. "We simply couldn't believe they'd murder him!"

"Then we spotted him, strutting around the blood-drenched execution yard with his hands on his waist and barking orders: the gallant Che Guevara." Here Che was finally in his element. In battle he was a sad joke, a bumbler of epic proportions [For details see the book Fidel; Hollywood's Favorite Tyrant.] But up against disarmed and bloodied boys he was a snarling tiger.

"Kneel Down!" Che barked at the boy.

"Assassins!" We screamed for our window. "Murderers! How can you murder a little boy?!" "I said kneel down!" Che barked again.

The boy stared Che resolutely in the face. "If you're going to kill me," he yelled. "you'll have to do it while I'm standing! Men die standing!" "Cowards, murderers, son of bitches!" The men yelled desperately from their cells.

"Leave him alone!" How can...?! "And then we saw Che unholstering his pistol. It didn't seem possible. But Che raised his pistol, put the barrel to the back of the boys neck and blasted. The shot almost decapitated the young boy.

"We erupted. We were enraged, hysterical, banging on the bars. "Murderers! Assassins!" His murder finished, Che finally looked up at us, pointed his pistol, and Blam, blam, blam!, emptied his clip in our direction. Several of us were wounded by his shots."

To a man (and boy), Che's murder victims went down in a blaze of defiance and glory. So let's recall Che's own plea when the wheels of justice finally turned and he was cornered in Bolivia. "Don't Shoot!" he whimpered. "I'm Che! I'm worth more to you alive than dead!" This swinish and murdering coward, this child-killer, was the toast of the Oscars".

The many hypocrites of Hollywood have assisted enormously and enthusiastically in all this and quite traditionally too, considering Tinsel Towns long, deep history of happy partnerships with the Mafia and other organised crime. The same hopelessly crude, violent and sentimental Mafia goombahs who preyed on Cuba pre the revolutionary disaster, have worked freely among the many shallow, relentlessly self-indulgent and decadent creeps of Bel Air, way before and all during the current ongoing Cuban murder spree.

So many Hollywood names have feted and received a cheery kickback holiday of thanks in the other Cuba, the one without firing squads and with imported Champagne, that one could throw up continuously all over the carpet of a rich celebrity Lear Jet. Pity the poor cleaner.

"Yukka, Mr Hollywooda! How do I getta out a so many a stains? First a cocaine, then booze and cum, and now ah the vomit!"

It's very complicated, Doctor. It's affluent people having a tedious guilt about their affluence, and the fortunate recipients of the benefits of capitalist democracies, finding that this just doesn't sit so well with their wished for rebel image. It's hard to hold a grudge and maintain the pose of struggle when you've got more than enough of nearly everything.

So, just make it all up and find a safe false enemy such as your folks, any US President, but preferably and almost always Republican, affluence in general or the price of cheese. It really doesn't matter. At every G8 protest rally cum violent riot, it's a sea of unresolved parental issues and a free for all festival of the disingenuous, the immature and the morally inverted.

After doing even a small amount of easily available research on Hollywood history and its often ugly, peculiar and fashionable attitudes, how can anyone decent ever respect a lot of these people and beyond their often mediocre, repetitive specialties, find them in the least bit interesting? Hey, it's not just Hollywood films either. It's the same for much of the alleged creative classes, baby. You can apply the same test to many celebrities, musicians and writers etc. They nearly all seem to love a nice Che T to enhance what is often a thin rather tawdry image.

And it’s not just my image that’s tawdry. Hey we're all human, even agents, but these people have real power, influence and opportunity and an incredible platform in which to indulge themselves and they usually do.

Don't get me wrong. I like a lot of Hollywood films and even some of the people, especially the technicians. I'm the same as any other movie fan. But boy, when delving deeper into the shallows, the dishonour roll is rather long, eh? Celebrities have in their usually ignorant, lazy and research free zone babbled on for almost fifty years with a sickening mix of delusion, out and out lies and mutual narcissism in the strange corrupt cult of celebrity complicit revolutionary Cubanism.

The sometimes appealingly pretentious tick prone Johnny Depp is just crazy about Che, about whom Depp seems to know fuck all factual. Nope, it's just a romantic dream for our faux rocker and rebel. Well, cream dream on, wimp boy.


"Had Johnny Depp been born two decades earlier [and in Cuba], if he attempted the lifestyle of a U.S. teenager or campus rebel his "digging" would have been of a more literal nature. Depp would have found himself digging ditches and mass-graves in a prison camp system inspired by the man glorified on his little pendant. Had his digging lagged, a "groovy" Czech machine-gun butt might have shattered his teeth or perhaps some "groovy" Soviet bayonets slashed his buttocks.

Hugo Chavez recently labeled his regime's socio-economic model, "Mission Che Guevara." As I write Chavez' police goon squads [some mimicking their national leader by wearing Che t-shirts, as visible on Youtube], bludgeon, tear gas and arrest hundreds of rebellious college and high-school students. Nothing could be more fitting."

For a dictator, nothing could be more fitting than a Che t-shirt! And these students can find zero “solidarity” with any Western student movement of support, cos there is none.

Via Humberto Fontova: "In a famous speech in 1961 Che Guevara denounced the very "spirit of rebellion" as "reprehensible." "Youth must refrain from ungrateful questioning of governmental mandates" commanded Guevara. "Instead they must dedicate themselves to study, work and military service."

And woe to those youths "who stayed up late at might and thus reported to work [government forced-labor] tardily." Youth, wrote Guevara, " should learn to think and act as a mass." "Those who chose their own path" [as in growing long hair and listening to Yankee-Imperialist Rock n' Roll], were denounced as worthless "lumpen" and "delinquents." In his famous speech Che Guevara even vowed, "to make individualism disappear from Cuba! It is criminal to think of individuals!"

Tens of thousands of Cuban youths learned that Che Guevara's admonitions were more than idle bombast. In Che Guevara the hundreds of Soviet KGB and East German secret police STASI "consultants" who flooded Cuba in the early 60's, found an extremely eager acolyte.

By the mid 60's the crime of a "rocker" lifestyle or effeminate behavior got thousands of youths yanked off Cuba's streets and parks by secret police and dumped in prison camps with "Work Will Make Men Out of You" in bold letters above the gate. The one at Auschwitz' gate read: "Work Will Set You Free", with machine gunners posted on the watchtowers. The initials for these camps were UMAP, not GULAG, but the conditions were much the same.

Today the world’s largest Che Guevara image adorns Cuba’s headquarters for its KGB-trained secret police. And Johnny Depp seems delighted to flaunt this emblem from his pendants, shirts and kerchiefs". Fontova.

Yep, it's a Havanawood party in Cuba for a lot of celebrities, and Hollywood is a cool source of La-La Land polished propaganda for Fideliano. Cuba is great way for stars to get their right on rebel badge accreditation via a completely fake and dead revolution.

Well, they're only helping to maintain the half century crushing of anonymous Cubans, so who's to know? Almost no one, especially not in most of the MSM. And with such immoral lack of judgement, you wonder why so many movies are so very bad? What else would you get from immensely spoiled and privileged people whose main occupations are forever amplifying their own reflections via the creation of fantasy worlds, drug taking and getting laid?

Jack Nicholson said of Castro: “He’s a genius. We spoke of everything”. Of cabbages and Kings no doubt?

Kevin Costner said meeting the killer was: “An experience of a lifetime”. Movie wise, Costner is mostly remembered and still rides on the same one experience of his lifetime from about fifteen years ago. I should be so lucky.

Harry Belafonte’s anti-US rants and pro Castro boot licking is broadcast unbelievably from Havana State Radio. Unbearable boredom FM on your dial. It's interesting that Harry does seem to always return to the evil United States? But Belafonte couldn't possibly be a phony and a hypocrite, right?

No mention by Harry Bellalugosi that while Batista had eleven prisons in total, Castro now has three hundred! There were over four thousand firing squad executions without trial in the first three years of the er, revolution, and around two thousand of those were ordered by the lovely Che.

"Che's life is an inspiration for every human being who loves freedom", reckons Nelson Mandela. Right, and Mandela has done so much post Apartheid for South Africa, and to help the people of Zimbabwe and well, help Africa in general. Er, nope.

Ah, Nellie forgot to comment on the typical kind of useless imbecile er, leader, that curses the continent of Africa, described nicely in the er, Prime Minister of South Africa, Thabo Mbeki. For many years, Tab acted upon his belief that AIDS is not spread by HIV. Lot of protests at the deaths of millions of African people because of this kind of profound ignorance? Negative. Zilcho. Hey, Mandela is a living Saint and His miracles work in mysterious ways, right? I digress.

Steven Spielberg said meeting the Dictator was: “the greatest eight hours of my life”. For the worst eight hours of your life, go to the next Spielberg festival of sickening contrived sentimentality and mawkish shallowness: A Retrospective, and watch four of his films in a row.

Naomi Campbell opined that meeting the Debauched One was: “very spiritual” and “an inspiration”. So far no guy seems to have been as equally inspired by Naomi to stick around long-term.

Chevy Chase said: “Socialism works. Cuba might prove that”. None of his films have really worked regards quality and timelessness, have they?

Robert Redford asks Che's sister to approve his phony Motorcycle Diaries script. Spike Lee, Sidney Pollack, Oliver Stone, Woody Harrelson, Danny Glover, Shirley MacLaine, Alanis Morissette, Leonardo DiCaprio, Dan Rather, Ed Asner etc, etc, are all creepy and flaky fans of Fidel the creep, and have made various delightful endorsements of the old cigar sucker.

Old Bob Redford used Che's diaries for The Murder Cycle Diaries, with the crazy and perhaps not so marketable of Che's psycho rants of extreme violence, edited out by er, Fidel. Gee, I hope Bobby also submitted the script to Fidel for approval. Oh, he did! It just shows that the Golden Boy has still got that romantic touch.

Sara Lequerica De La Vega stated on UCLA Today, in an article titled "Che Show only glorifies ruthless killer", that the “The self-indulgence and frivolity of pampered Western pseudo revolutionaries, speaks clearly of their lack of critical objective analysis”. Mark Morano on CNSNews, titled an article "Critics Assail Fidel Castro’s Sickening Grip on Hollywood Celebrities".

The people who dig Che en masse, are perhaps never going to do any easily performed research about their sickening hero, because they don’t really want to know. Once you start examining and removing pieces in this particular house of left cards, you’ll have to keep removing the many other lies and fantasy’s that have made up their dreamscape for many, many tragic decades. It ain’t gonna happen, kids.

So they stay with the fantasy and defend it ever more from any evidence whatsoever. And there's plenty of company worldwide for 'em, with the millions of stubbornly deluded and curiously aggressive fans of Che the shit. But hey, that's a cool t-shirt ya wearin'! You must be a real rebel and a champion of the people!

Gotta be.

It’s only a paper, Moon.

The Reverend Sun Myung Moon started and owns the Washington Times. Hey, they have a nice crossword puzzle don't they? Five down. A six letter word for an insane person ending in 'oonie'? Moonie! What does one need to get on the Moons higher level of spiritual vibration? One hundred billion dollars and a truck load of crazy pills!


There’s only one thing wrong with the Reverend Moon. Its alive! Now dig. I’m a Conservative Libertarian, but there are flaws and darkness on the Conservative side too, even if in the following spooky case, it originally kinda came about from the embarrassing farrago of Left Liberalism's finest hour known as the er, 1970’s. I’m an equal opportunity critic and satirist kind of guy and therefore will point out sometimes rather harshly, even from my side of the River Styx, any unpleasant er, truths. What a guy!

Does this change my views on Conservatism and Christianity? They’re always changing in some way but er, no. The fact that some under the swingin’ scene of Conservatism and Christianity are either clueless boobs, nuts or frauds, or all three, has entirely no effect on my belief in the facts of life, which are relentlessly Conservative. Just like some Chef's being lousy, hasn’t stopped me believing in eating. But I digress.

Yep, it's a shocking thing that people high up in several Presidencies and government can be connected at all with a mindless, worldwide cult of mass conformity, headed by an incredibly rich bore and boob who speaks like a dirt farmer. Propagating it all via insane, utterly bogus propaganda and even to school children and teenagers, a load of Logical Fallacy laden junk, that is empirically phoney.

This massive sham and fraud is worth billions and is eagerly funded by business and government! Worst of all, it cannot be questioned at all, and anyone who does so, is the one with the problem. But enough about Al Gore and Global Warming.

Now with the whole Moon thing, there's not only real darkness, but corruption, stupidity, full blown creep-out, the just plain crazy and the often cluelessly incongruous. And at the centre of this freakish universe is the planet sized Reverend Moon. Moon started and owns Conservative newspaper The Washington Times. Oh my, for a Conservative, is this not rather tragic, embarrassing and problematic, to put it mildly? This is no matter that there are good reporters and pieces in it. It's still...the Moon!

Moon owns many New York landmarks, massive real estate holdings and literally thousands of sometimes enormously successful real and front companies. The main supplier of seafood to sushi Chefs in America is a Moon company, a monopoly called True World Foods. It includes industrial scale fishing and lobster plants etc. He also owns things like heavy industry in South Korea, a car plant in North Korea and so on.

As author of ’Bad Moon Rising’, the affable John Gorenfeld shows, Moon is at the level of any other major Corporation like Hyundai etc.

To quote Gorenfeld "...he [Moon] has business interests that are just stunning in their reach”. Moon also owns UPI, or United Press International and an M16 gun factory! So he’s not all bad.

Moon’s wealth, history, assets and influence are well, beyond belief. Who and what he is connected to, is deeply disturbing. Hey, did someone order a flat white? Here's Pat Boone crooning to the Moon!

Moon's ultimate plans are terrifying. Who he is, how he thinks, what he says and what he does is beyond bizarre and is profoundly evil. Moon receives millions of dollars as well as incredible concessions and benefits from the Federal US Government. Oh, yes he does. The Moonies are the ultimate 1960’s and 1970’s spawned cult, and yet they have achieved many of their truly mind boggling nutso goals via the Left and Right of politics. Now mostly on the Right so it seems.

Moon is one of the world’s most successful entrepreneurial messianic psychopaths.

'...Moon was the subject of a Congressional investigation, later published by the chief investigator as "Gifts of Deceit", which outlined many aspects of his financial dealing and influence peddling, in service of the goal to establish a worldwide government in which the separation of church and State would be abolished. Moon would be the Messianic King of America. [Colonel Neville notes: As Moon has er, exactly named and crowned himself!]

Far fetched as this sounds, the aim hasn't died. As the whole brainwashing issue has all but faded away, John Gorenfeld has trained his eye on the main game, as he sees it, which is Moon's influence in Washington”. Rachael Kohn on ‘The Spirit of Things’, on ABC Radio National Australia. Rachael really dug Gorenfeld's insights, and so did I.

Must..get..book.

Remember those lovable Moonies? The Children of God? The eternal brainwashed ass hats of the 1960’s and 1970’s? Still around, kids, and still hanging around begging for cash in exchange for flowers and junk, or a blow job. But ya can’t say cult now, because we’re all so tolerant of the intolerant and manipulative. But I say it. Moon is a cult, cult, cult, just like Scientology is a cult, cult, cult.

I am yet to read Gorenfeld’s book on Moon, and I will, but please dig the ABC link with an easy Podcast and excellent transcriptions. The Spirit of Things and Rachael Kohn are some of the few good things on Radio National. No, really.

So why would so many Conservatives and some Democrats go for such a creep? Moon is anti-Communist, which is groovy and show’s some taste. So again, why Democrats?

Communism is based on murder, lies, conformity, envy, spite and madness. Yep, it is folks. Unfortunately, most, if not all of these attributes also apply to Moon. Moon is a messianic and fascistic totalitarian. Oddly, control freakery via the ever bigger state is a core Left thang. But then everything about Moon is absurdly “improbable”. It doesn’t make a lot of sense beyond the money, madness, corruption and cultism. Hey, maybe that's enough? Right on then!

What does make sense, is that Moonies are all over the world, and in each country, they have a conveniently different and totally phony persona. In America, they pretend to be Conservative Christians; in Korea, it’s traditional and Confucian and in Latin America, they’re revolutionaries! It's a massive subterfuge and fraud, folks. And a lot of things er, stink.

Man, study the Reverend Moon long enough, and you can start to wonder if you're going crazy.

"Excuse me Sir, but would you like to buy this crumpled flower for twenty dollars? It contains all the power of the love of Reverend Moon!" Oh sorry, I just slipped into a mindless trance there...

Now, there is the faux and convoluted Christian angle... Oh dear. Moon is actually anti-Jesus, for the simple reason among a million others, that according to Moon, this planet is not big enough for the false Messiah of Christ and the one true God on earth of Der Moon! I kid you not.

Moon actively campaigns against Christianity and bizarrely, he once paid Southern Preachers to remove crosses from their churches! It’s a crazy mix mate, and is kind of hard to sometimes even conceive of or to grasp. Though the simple answer is that Moon is a mega-billionaire totalitarian nutcake conman of the highest order. With thirty thousand nuts in America alone, and about three million members worldwide. That's a lot of crumpled flowers...

Moon is also an “authoritarian, deceptive, manipulative, fear based, tax evading convicted ex-felon", and a “menace to society” who sees Jesus as a rival, and says that ex-Presidents from George Washington on are literally beaming messages into his brain. Hey, have ya tried a tinfoil hat? It works for a lot of people in Hollywood.

“I say if you can control someone’s behaviour, their information, their thoughts and their emotions, and give them a new identity, that’s dependent on obedience on a leader or on a group, you’ve got the recipe for a destructive mind control situation”. Ex Moonie Steve Hassen from the Freedom of Mind Centre and author of ‘Freeing yourself from mind control’, talking on ABC Radio National.

For me, one limitation of the analysis of Gorenfeld, is his approach to this Himalaya of madness from well, too often a Left kind of conspiracy angle. Man, I hate conspiracy. Shockingly, he’s often right though, but to push the vast right wing media canard when the MSM from government broadcaster, to commercial to entertainment media and academia is actually predominantly and naturally Left Liberal? Where is this enormous Conservative media, because I’d like a job in it! Sounds great! John Gorenfeld is er, a Left Liberal kinda guy, but then he is a University trained journalist...But I digress.

[Colonel Neville notes: See the hip and gracious comment from the man himself, at the start of the comments section.]

Yep, Gorenfeld has shown that more than a few major Conservatives obviously have hitched their little idiot wagon's to Moon's enormous freight train, but Moon uses whatever works. And like a burnt out Moonie kid in downtown L.A, he will dump them when they ain't useful anymore. Or will he? Dah dah!

Hell, after a while of looking into the Moon man, I couldn't tell which way was up. It does make one's head dizzy. Though it's clear that more than a few surprising people are deeply with the programming. Sorry, I meant the er, program. Phew! What a freaky story this is.

“Reverend Moon is the ultimate lesson in how money can override any principles”. John Gorenfeld.

“...it was step by step seduction...three days of relentless disorientation...hypnosis and mind control techniques...I was indoctrinated to believe that any negative thought was actually an evil spirit, or negative energy...I was taught to do thought stopping...a behaviour modification technique...when a thought comes into your mind, you are taught to block it and replace it with another thought.

In destructive cults, the locus is with the group...any negative thought about them or the Leader is a negative thing”. Steve Hassen talking about the good old days of the creepy mix of Eloi like flower children, meets The Village of the Damned, that is the Moonie cult.

Hey, it’s just like the Manchurian Candidate, Scientology or an Obama rally! No, really.

Via the ABC link, go to Moons official site. Just try and read all the way through one of his unbelievably turgid, interminable mega-train spotting style er, ‘speeches’.

I haven’t subjected myself to anything so pointless, dull and appallingly written since Castro on a bucket of Mandrax, Al Gore on Al Gore, or some of my earliest posts.

Moon has the entire list of the standard things we love about megalomania, control freak cults and other fraudulent organisations. He talks of “Heaven on Earth”, the classic murder based Marxist nightmare and the “New Garden of Eden”. I haven't even got used to the old one! In Japan, his crazy gangster minions, intimidate recently widowed women to extort millions of yen from them. This apparently triggered a class action. Moon is I’m afraid, an important part of Conservative and thus Republican Washington, making this an uber-freaky scandal by any measure. What have I done to deserve this?!

But I think maybe the greatest angle that Moon works, as Gorenfeld has noted, is that Moon and nearly everything about him is so preposterous, so beyond belief and insane, that few people will take the Unification Church and Moon seriously at all. Especially enough to look into it and understand what it all means. And there’s the brilliance of it all.

A bland, stupid looking big apple pie faced whacko, just couldn’t be up to anything so er, vast, sinister and dark. Could he?

Where has everybody gone?

Chuck: "Hey Big Brother, how's your ass?"


Dear sports, this was originally posted on the great Copious Dissent a week ago. This post is slightly modified.


“Tolerance becomes a crime when applied to evil”.
Thomas Mann.

”One of the greatest blessings of living in America is our First Amendment, which protects the right of all of us to speak out without facing government persecution. People in other countries, even strong Western democracies, are not as fortunate.

The French government, for instance, is prosecuting 73-year-old former film goddess Bridget Bardot for criticizing the ritual [Islamic] slaughter of sheep in a 2004 letter to Nicholas Sarkozy, now France’s president”. From Projo.

Man, in Australia regards the true freedom of the US Constitutional and Amendment kinds, they were never really around in the first place. Because baby, a few of the fundamental rights we had, have been able to be modified down, and virtually without a squeak. "Waiter! I'll have some more cheese!"

So dear sports, it is a funny thing to have over an eighteen month period, an epiphany about your own country, mine being the very, very far away land of Oz. To realise that there is apart from a few scattered columnists, blogs and the rare and isolated radio program, entirely no public forum, voice or constitutionally guaranteed freedom of speech or expression of the kind found in America. And er, there's certainly no media place for the free reign of our true Australian character. Nope, not really, sports.

There is no freedom of speech if it’s conditional. There is also no right to bear arms in Australia as we were disarmed by making the owning of guns criminal. Now mostly criminals have guns. And as they say, in every Hell hole on earth, disarming the populace is an essential step to the convenience of permanent control and firing squads.

Hey, I don’t want to overstate my case. That would be silly and well, hyperbole. Things are only getting worse incrementally, so it’s all really cool, eh? I believe that like the three saps of the Wizard of Oz, when it comes to defending and maintaining our own precious freedoms, we too often lack the courage to act effectively, the heart to be angry in the first place and the brains to realise what this all means. If we allow ourselves to be boobs, we'll wake up one dark afternoon of the soul, but a little too late.

“Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to be always part of unanimity”. Christopher Morley.

In Australia, this largely non-existent freedom of speech is like a piece of rope whose length is pre-proscribed by the government and aided by our dreadful, appalling, censorious, phony and uselessly Leftard MSM. In other words, I never need to say anything as one already knows exactly what one can and should say unless you want to be at best totally ignored, or at worst arrested.

Or is that at best arrested and at worst, totally ignored?

“In America, there are efforts, particularly on college campuses, to silence voices of dissent through the imposition of punishments for stirring bad feelings. But most citizens still seem to understand the Founders’ wisdom in crafting the First Amendment: A vigorous exchange of ideas helps us solve problems, and protects other freedoms. Without a First Amendment, government officials would move quickly to silence the spread of information they found inconvenient or threatening to their power”. From Projo.

As Mark Steyn has said, if you only believe in speech that you don’t find offensive because you agree with it, then you don’t believe in free speech at all. No one has a right to not be offended. "Freedom is offensive". That's the point. I'm constantly offended by the dominant PC Left Liberal to radicalism frauds of the MSM, the current neo-faux Socialist government of Australia, the Education and Indoctrination Department and the quality of coffee at chain stores. But that’s the way it is.

Man, I never get tired of quoting both the Steyner and P.J O'Rourke. If only they felt the same!

Oh, I get it. Referencing Mark again, there is a kind of unspoken 'Gentleman’s Agreement' on whom and what cannot be criticised, examined or analysed. With rather clear guidelines on how this narrow censure is reported and sold to an often clueless public. It can folks, mostly be filled in blindfolded.

“When everyone is against you, it means that you are absolutely wrong, or absolutely right”. Albert Guinon.

To expect any event overseas to be reported in our dull and duller Oz MSM with any brave insight or mature skill is er, laughable. Jeremiah Wright’s fraudulent, insane, bigoted and mediocre ramblings are presented here as mere “criticism of America”. Riiight.

So, like criticism of the weather, the tax code, or perhaps wine in certain regions of the Napa Valley? They’re all er, “criticism” of America? What's happened is that as one gradually falls away from the grip and distractions of our local MSM and the dominant er, zeitgeist, well, one tends to read a Hell of a lot more and do the old research via online, bookstores and the library. Online is the only truly Democratic source. I love my local library, but the day they employ someone who is not of the as per usual Left Liberal persuasion, well, I’ll propose to Alec Baldwin. What I’ll propose, I cannot say.

There is a same disease of the PC and "right on!" at most book stores, either independent or creep chains like Boredoms Books. But I digress.

This is an exact extract of the “Racial and Religious Tolerance Act 2001. SECT 8. Religious vilification unlawful. 8. Religious vilification unlawful.

(1) A person must not, on the ground of the religious belief or activity of another person or class of persons, engage in conduct that incites hatred against, serious contempt for, or revulsion or severe ridicule of, that other person or class of persons.

Note: "engage in conduct" includes use of the Internet or e-mail to publish or transmit statements or other material. (2) For the purposes of sub-section (1), conduct-

(a) may be constituted by a single occasion or by a number of occasions over a period of time; and(b) may occur in or outside Victoria”.

Hey, nothing like setting up an environment with vast new holes of no-go zones in the already feeble and sclerotic public discourse, eh?

In other words, choose the right er, religion and you can wage cultural and literal war against the West and your true sources, motives and modus operandi will be protected in a trust of threatened litigation and is therefore given legitimacy. This no matter how outrageous the empirical Himalaya of daily, historical and relentless evidence to the contrary.

All the sins of Islam, when they do finally come to the attention of law, are invariably seen as exceptions and er, hijackings of a fine faith. It’s ironic is it not, that the Tourets Syndrome of Western apologia is always saying that Islam has been hijacked by frauds? Quite, but no. They’re always real hijackers.

Basically, for writing the empirical truth as I do about Islam, I’m breaking an interestingly fascistic control freakery law. This is the beginning and the end of why I wish to leave our sunny land and move to America, even with all its murdering illegal immigrant's and Alec Baldwin included.

My Japanese wife used to live in New York and it would take us maybe half an hour to pack. Maybe we should emigrate on a Jihadist economy free pass via Tijuana? Twelve million illegals can’t be wrong. Hey, maybe I'll get one of those little toy dogs for the car and maybe some nice Mexican boots.

Colonel Neville: “No, I don’t want to buy a rocket launcher, pal. No, I don’t want to see pictures of your sister”.

Local businessman: “You want to see pictures of YOUR sister?”

“The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it”. George Bernard Shaw.

Colonel Neville.

She said I know what it's like to be read...and quoted.

Dorothy Parker discovers that a right cross is actually sometimes more effective than wit. "I used to try to draw blood with satirical barbs. Then I learnt boxing, and I realised that just hitting some bastard hard was surprisingly often more effective. And also, the pen really is mightier than the sword, if you can jab them in the eye first! I'm having a ball and if I lay 'em all out end to end, I wouldn't be at all surprised".




Dear sports, I have a vast backlog of quotes, which can be pretty painful! So I thought that you may be hip to these. Sure, being a cheapskate, I'll probably recycle them later in other posts, but man, along with good impressionists, quotes are one of my favourite things.

Unfortunately, in my rush to grab the many great quotes ordinary people write in comments sections, I didnt always get the source. I hope the writers don't mind. I tried to keep the editing to a minimum. I may make letters, quotes and comments a regular feature as they're such inspiring and insightful fun and gee, I've got such a vast collection of them too.

These are from quite a few sources, many old favourites, including comments left on sites and blogs. They are all from other people, not I. In fact, the only people I know are other people. At the end of this post is a swingin' haiku by US Space, better known as 'Absurd Thoughts About God'. Diggest them all, oh fellow hepcats.



“You can fool too many of the people too much of the time”. James Thurber.

“The third-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the majority. The second-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking with the minority. The first-rate mind is only happy when it is thinking”. AA Milne.

“The single greatest weakness of Western culture is the ability to draw a moral equivalence between anything and everything. It’s really an inability to see anything in due proportion”. Mark Steyn.

“A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds”.
Sir Francis Bacon.

“The important thing is not to stop questioning”.
Albert Einstein.

“Where we have strong emotions, we're liable to fool ourselves”. Carl Sagan.

"Leftism is recognizable by three earmarks. It is founded in ignorance, focused on irrelevance, and engaged in wishful thinking”. Mark Alger.

“Unprovided with original learning, unformed in the habits of thinking, unskilled in the arts of composition, I resolved to write a book”. Edward Gibbon.

“If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence. The origin of myths is explained in this way”. Bertrand Russell.

“He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot reason is a fool; and he who dares not reason is a slave”.
Sir William Drummond.

“Lack of money is no obstacle. Lack of an idea is an obstacle”. Ken Hakuta.

“The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men”. George Eliot.

“Irrationally held truths may be more harmful than reasoned errors”. Thomas H. Huxley.

“One of the appeals of leftism is that you can never be called a hypocrite. That is, if you have no standards, then there is no standard by which to judge you”. Gagdad Bob.

"As I said before Yank, in time, this will be an embarassment to all of those who believed in this global warming scam. I am not an expert, but I've read enough from both sides to know it's not conclusive, and certainly not worth risking the entirety of all free market's economic growth on it.

Why is it that the "solution" is always of a Leftist flavor? Has a solution ever been "cut taxes and let the people keep more of their money and be free?" I mean, aside from getting out of a recession when it really matters, why is it that the solution to all that ails society, is always more government and higher taxes? It is not coincidence and you know it”. Captaincapitalism blogspot.

“A [Left] liberal is a person whose interests aren't at stake at the moment”. Willis Player.

“Half the English language is becoming the "N-word" as far as [Left] Liberals are concerned. Words are always bad for Liberals. Words allow people to understand what Liberals are saying”.
Anne Coulter.

“There's a whiff of the lynch mob or the lemming migration about any overlarge concentration of like-thinking individuals, no matter how virtuous their cause”. P.J O’Rourke.

"Messages that make use of allegedly true stories, news reports, pictures and references to apparently reputable sources in an attempt to lend an air of objectivity and truthfulness to the extremely negative characterization of the targeted group have been found to be likely to expose members of the targeted group to hatred and contempt." CHRC. Canadian Human Rights Commission.

“Read that again slowly. Citing news reports, reputable sources, facts, statistics, documentation, quotations, references, scholarly studies, etc., has been "found" to be clear evidence of your "likely" "pre-crime." Mark Steyn.

“I wish people who have trouble communicating would just shut up”. Tom Lehrer.

Salim Mansur at the Toronto Star: ‘It will not be surprising to learn the CHRC bureaucrats find incomprehensible the observation made by Ronald Dworkin, a highly respected legal philosopher, "the only right you don't have in a democracy is the right not to be offended."

“Since the general civilization of mankind, I believe there are more instances of the abridgement of the freedom of the people by gradual and silent encroachment than by violent and sudden usurpations”. James Madison.

"Here is the prime condition of success: Concentrate your energy, thought and capital exclusively upon the business in which you are engaged. Having begun on one line, resolve to fight it out on that line, to lead in it, adopt every improvement, have the best machinery, and know the most about it."
Andrew Carnegie.

"Excellence is not a skill. It is an attitude." Ralph Marston.

“The main dangers in this life are the people who want to change everything, or nothing”. Nancy Astor.

“No conservatives, that is, true conservatives, can be fascists, by definition". Sure, if you want to say that those who want to do the things I listed aren’t real conservatives, then you’re correct. Obviously, since conservatism, properly understood and practiced, believes in individual liberty and limited government, it cannot in any way be likened to fascism, an ideology that is, among other things, collectivist and totalitarian.

I think the greatest difference between fascism and conservatism is that the former believes that the state has an end goal or purpose. And that everything belongs to the state in its attainment of that goal. It’s this thought as well, it seems to me, that links fascism with current liberalism. We hear all the time liberals or progressives state. “We will not rest until every child has health care” or “We will not stop until every person has a good job and a good house etc, etc. Until we have a perfect nation, government must continue to expand and increase its power”. That is absolutely antithetical to conservatism. SteveMG on Hotair 17 Jan 08.

sinsing said: “Colmes proved, once again, that liberals are recklessly hell bent on silencing the opposition. Leftists have become confrontational, rude, arrogant and bulling fascists, because they fear that logic and truth will reveal their stupidity and true agendas”. I see interesting parallels here.

For years, I have been trying to understand why Liberals go out of their way to defend Islam, which is about as fascist an ideology as one can get. If Liberals really were against “fascism,” they would be first in line to support the nation building in Iraq and Afghanistan, and they would be shoulder to shoulder with conservatives to stop Islamic infiltration and subversion of our society through immigration, financial manipulation, propaganda, and other means.

In this light, Goldberg’s book is for me a welcome analysis.

The reaction to his book so far is instructive as well. Whenever you criticize the belief system of the Liberals, they take it as an assault on their identity, and they react with bullying (fascist!) tactics, as sinsing pointed out. The exact same behavior comes from the Muslims when their belief system is criticized.

By this common Fascist behavioural predisposition, Colmes and others are instantly offended, and mindlessly go on the attack, when they see a Hitlerian smiley face on the cover of Jonah Goldberg’s book, [Left] Liberal Fascism, just as the Muslims rioted over the Mohammed cartoons and the Mohammed Teddy Bear”. Stendec on Hotair.com 17 Jan 08.

‘There are two moral questions which altruism lumps together into one “package-deal”:(1) What are values? (2) Who should be the beneficiary of values? Altruism substitutes the second for the first; it evades the task of defining a code of moral values, thus leaving man, in fact, without moral guidance.

Altruism declares that any action taken for the benefit of others is good, and any action taken for one’s own benefit is evil. Thus the beneficiary of an action is the only criterion of moral value, and so long as that beneficiary is anybody other than oneself, anything goes.

One of the entries under “property rights”, is that the right to agree with others is not a problem in any society; it is the right to disagree that is crucial. It is the institution of private property that protects and implements the right to disagree—and thus keeps the road open to man’s most valuable attribute (valuable personally, socially, and objectively): the creative mind.
Ayn Rand, ‘Atlas Shrugged’.

"It is possible to claim that some of the ideas behind the globalist, open-border ideology that now permeates the West are ultimately derived from Christian universalism. It does represent a real problem, not an invented one, when many Christian leaders undermine our national borders by opening their arms to mass immigration, and too many Christian leaders are at the forefront of appeasing Islam in the name of peace and the brotherhood of man." Fjordman.

"The Modern world is full of the old Christian virtues gone mad. The virtues have gone mad because they have been isolated from each other and are wandering alone. Thus some scientists care for truth; but their truth is pitiless. And thus some humanitarians care only for pity; but their pity is often untruthful."
GK Chesterton.

“The single greatest weakness of Western culture: It is the ability to draw a moral equivalence between anything and everything. It’s really an inability to see anything in due proportion”.
Mark Steyn.

On everything from Indian policy to education, ideological purity now trumps even the most obvious failures in practice. Whenever you hear the consensus of scientists agrees on something or other, reach for your wallet, because you're being had”.
Michael Chrichton.

“GENOCIDAL ECO-MANIACS: Everyone's favourite comment on the eco-fascists is, or should be, that of President Vaclav Klaus of the Czech Republic: "What is at risk is not the climate but freedom…I see the biggest threat to freedom, democracy, the market economy and prosperity now in ambitious environmentalism, not in communism. This ideology wants to replace the free and spontaneous evolution of mankind by a sort of central (now global) planning".

But I wondered if you were also familiar with this wonderful passage from C.S. Lewis: "Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience".

Apart from amending this to "the supposed good of its victims", I'd say that pretty much covers it, wouldn't you?” Ted. London, United Kingdom.

“The great tragedy of Science, the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact”. Thomas H. Huxley.

Absurd thoughts about God blogspot:
"absurd thought -
God of the Universe says
always believe in books

of course if it's in print
then you know it must be true

absurd thought -
God of the Universe says
outlaw critical writing

that challenges conventions
political correctness

absurd thought -
God of the Universe says
don't write any more books

the world has more than enough
they might cause undue stress".

Daniel Pipes pipe dream of a total attitude for total victory.

Er, you look like a reasonable group of Muslim fellows. You wouldn't happen to be on the way to the peace conference would ya? religiousfreaks.



"Civilizations die from suicide, not murder". Arnold Toynbee.

Driving after dark in the inner-city, with the fluid glow of electric lighting due entirely to Western science and the free flow of ideas, very often from Jewish minds, I find there is something contemplative, meditative, almost beckoning about it. Even when I have no appointment of value to look forward to, I digress, undistracted by the peripheral and mundane. Yes, I wonder, I wonder I do.

Peripheral and Mundane? Whatever happened to those guys? I think they do Monday nights in Reno.

A couple of weeks ago on the 17th of April, about 8pm, I went to a lecture by the wonderful, soft spoken, profoundly intelligent and empirically correct Daniel Pipes. In the car I thought about whether Dan would be heckled or threatened, as he was last time he came here. Gee, and on a University campus of all places. Go figure...

A “market place of ideas?!” Er, riiight. Er, no. More often like a wholesaler of non-ideas these days. I considered what I would say or do if he was harassed. Then it came to me. What would Peter Cook do?

Interjector/Islamist/Leftist/Multi-culti juvenile activist loon, phony and bore by numbers: “Pipes is a Fascist and a Roger Whittaker fan! No Zionists on our cheap campus carpeting! Down with Israel and free instant noodles for undergraduates!” Etc, etc, blah, blah, woof, woof!

Colonel Neville: “Ladies and gentleman, a warm round of applause for the North country humour of Mohammad and Mohammad! No, really. They’re fantastic. A riot! A blast! A Rabbi, a priest and an Imam go into a bar and kaboom! What do you call serial rape in Iran? A honeymoon. In the Middle East, what do you call a man masturbating in a kindergarten? A conjugal visit. They’ve got a million of ‘em folks!”

Mark Steyn: “In a debate at Trinity College, Dublin recently, the aforementioned Omar Brooks said that Mohammad’s message to non-believers was: “I come to slaughter all of you.” He meant it, but come on, you’d have to have a heart of stone not to weep with laughter. Warming to his theme, he said, “We are the Muslims. We drink the blood of the enemy, and we can face them anywhere”. Part of a review of ‘Little Mosque on the Prairie’ TV show.

Sadly for my motorcycle boots, there was no appearance by a dumb ass herd of tertiary educated Heckle and Jeckles. Daniel had about six body guards and about damn time too. As expected, it was great to see the incredibly qualified and experienced Pipes in the real and round. Pipes speaks several languages, has been a senior US government official and has written more than a few successful books. I was going to mention to him how I used to have a Japanese restaurant and I can do a great impression of Dudley Moore, but I didn’t want to boast.

Hey, the press were all there! Er, no. Oh, not "the press", I mean depressed. Yep, apparently there was no hack available to spin the as per usual local MSM angle of "What's wrong with Pipes?" Never "What the fucks wrong with Islam?"

It was nice to hear Dan say what few others understand, or could or would say, even if they really knew this or er, anything. Basically, the Palestinians who support Hamas, Al Aqsa, Hezbollah and ad nauseum are not the minority, but the majority. The only way of survival for Israel, is through decisive victory. The only way to this total victory is with the required total attitude for it. This shared mindset is something that does not exist within or outside of Israel currently. Er, when then?

"Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival". Winston Churchill.

In fact, what most struck me in the anger I felt through the analytical gloom, was how there was no alternative to needing a complete switch around on virtually every level of the conflict and on every fault line outside of it. This includes the combating of an almost unanimous and global anti-Semitism in media, governments, the UN and activism ad nauseum, however cheaply disguised.

Unfortunately this all seems unlikely? Nes pa? But what's the alternative? Too horrible to not contemplate and deal with.

Now let me stop and state my rather pragmatic, even er, harsh Patton like thoughts on the matter. Pipes is completely right when he says that the Palestinians and their terrorist organisations must all be utterly crushed as aggressors. Must, dig? It must be shown that there is no alternative but complete collapse and eventual normalisation. Just like Nazi Germany, Imperial Japan and Fascist Italy were, sports. Pipes said they must be shown that losing is too hard.

My problem with that swingin' scene man, is that a majority of Palestinians, and many Arabs and Muslims are already uber losers, and love it in their uniquely perverse and lovable way. Their whole crazy construct is based on a zero sum game of utter nihilist dysfunction, and a profoundly almost imbecilic love affair with failure, non-achievement, super negativity and death cultism. To the Islamist loon, losing is winning! And that’s the good side, baby.

“To make dreams come true, wake up!” Rabbi David Gutterman.

Dan said there are people who are willing to talk to the Jews reasonably. Where? Yeah, they’re called Hawaiians. Not in the Mid-East there ain't though, outside of a permanently endangered minority. He said a lot of cool things, but I lost my damn notes. Have you seen them anywhere? Try the back of the couch. No, you wouldn’t have, because you’re just reading this blog and…

“The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it”. George Orwell.

Dan spoke how Israel has much to be proud of. Damn right it does. Why the Hell do they have to prove anything anyway? Most Arab and Muslim states get kudos, East and West, simply by proving everyday how there are no limits to their own extreme depravity.

But anyhow, Israel is the only actually open and free society, Democratic and Capitalist free market economy and truly successful state without the free ride of easy oil in the Middle East, AKA God's Monkey House. And yes,Israel has achieved everything without any oil, folks.

Instead, their success comes from the only true resources of Israel, which are their own co-operative intellects, hard work and creative innovation.

Without oil, most every other shit heap, no matter how much chrome, glass and steel that the 80% foreign workforce have built, would slip back into the dunes and rocks within a decade and without trace. Compared to Israel, the Arab states are as crippled crabs forever scuttling sideways into their culture of permanent shame, revenge, blame, control freakery and ignorance.

The harsh fact is, Israel and the Jews do not need the surrounding Arab and Muslim freak outs for anything much except airspace. The only thing these 22 mostly poo poo places have to offer is to simply leave Israel alone. This Israel's tormentors cannot do. Why? Because not so curiously, they actually need the Jews. Without the Jews, the mentality of Israel's enemies is merely an insane circular joke with a punchline where the joke is ultimately on the rest of God's Monkey House.

Islamist loons must relentlessly make themselves noticed in the only way that they're capable of, which is entirely destructive.

“If you will not fight for right when you can easily win without blood shed; if you will not fight when your victory is sure and not too costly; you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all the odds against you and only a precarious chance of survival. There may even be a worse case. You may have to fight when there is no hope of victory…”
Winston Churchill.

Sadly, Israel is riven with a dominant, suicidal Leftard media, government and zeitgeist, much like our own are indoctrinated with the disease of the irrational. It faces every moment of every day, total and sworn enemies both foreign and domestic. Israel is the only state in the world that must constantly renew and fight for its legitimacy and very right to existence.

“The Western mind-set; that if we respect them, they’re going to respect us, that if we indulge and appease and condone and so on, the problem will go away is delusional. The problem is not going to go away. Confront it, or it’s only going to get bigger”. Ayaan Hirsi Ali.

The problem among others, is that there ain't it seems, a plan for complete victory, the only kind and for a viable future. Instead there is absurdly fashionable accommodation, compromise and the ever narrowing corridor of concessions and appeasement. The enemy meanwhile, has no such limitation. They see victory as inevitable and only a matter of attrition over time and to this end, any deception, any lie and any act is entirely acceptable, required, encouraged and the hideous results are celebrated.

There is also the added bonus for Islam, of having the endless window of opportunity to come up with surprises, like nukes from Iran or North Korea and so on. Or merely the coming of age of a whole society raised from infancy as Jihadist psychopaths.

“VICTORY 101. The enemy is someone who is willing to die in order to kill you. And while it is true that the enemy always hates us for a reason, it is his reason and not ours. He does not hate us for our faults any more than for our virtues. He sees a different world from ours, and in the world he sees, we are his enemy”. Lee Harris.

For the millions of Muslims and others in the Middle East who yearn for the kind of normality and successful environment found in the rest of the free world, there is no voice and there is no power. Who will liberate them from their own standardised and oppressive idiot rulers? In Gaza, there are courageous and risky demonstrations by ordinary people demanding not just the basics of life, but for secular freedoms, and naturally the freedom of speech.

Hamas are frauds and merely incompetent, bankrupt gangsters, bullies and criminals without any limits, like all of their kind. They should and must be destroyed.

Myself? I lack nuance. I am entirely unafflicted with the Tourets Syndrome of default and disguised anti-Semitism that begins almost invariably with “I’m not anti-Semitic but…” Just fill in the blanks by numbers.

My view follows a clear pattern, or I should say a General Patton. The day when nearly every state that surrounds Israel will give up trying to destroy it and stop wanting to murder all Jews, is the day each of those states and proxies are completely smashed, with their will to fight forever broken and the means to do so permanently beyond reach. Only then can they themselves perhaps begin to be normalised and focus on their own, and so far minuscule to non-existent achievements, instead of on the vortex of Jihad and the mad dream of a useless parasite Caliphate.

Israel can do this sooner or later, be eaten away slowly or be annihilated in a sudden blinding scream of er, "...too late". And then it will be even more so and ever so clearly our turn.

“In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is stoned to death”.Joan D. Vinge.




“Terrorism isn't caused by poverty, poverty is caused by terrorism. Terror is a tool used by those seeking power to keep the masses in need of an answer. Too many people blame everything on everybody else, and because they do, they will expect too little from themselves and too little from their children". Glenn Beck.

“In Britain and Europe the younger generation are more fiercely Muslim than their parents and grandparents. Thirty-six per cent of Muslims between the ages of 16 and 24 believe those who convert to another religion should be punished by death”. Mark Steyn.

“Ayers said UK surveys of Muslims conducted after the London bombings showed 50 per cent of the population considered themselves to be Muslim first, and British second. He said 25 per cent thought suicide bombings were a legitimate form or political expression.

This shows that they haven't been integrated and the sources of home grown terrorism are people who are economically better off. We in Europe are yet to come to grips with what we are dealing with fanatical Islam is a theologically motivated movement." Bob Ayers at Chatham House think tank.

“War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself”. John Stuart Mill.

“…For example, a recent poll found that 36 per cent of Muslims between the ages of 16 and 24 believe that those who convert to another religion should be punished by death. That's not 36 per cent of young Muslims in Waziristan or Yemen or Sudan, but 36 per cent in the United Kingdom.

Forty per cent of British Muslims would like to live under sharia, in Britain. Twenty per cent have sympathy for the July 7 Tube bombers. And, given that Islam is the principal source of population growth in every city down the spine of England from Manchester to Sheffield to Birmingham to London, these statistics are not without significance for Britain's future. Can we talk about it?” Mark Steyn.

'Two years ago, Queen Margrethe II of Denmark, musing on Islamic radicalism in her own country, said that people need occasionally to "show their opposition to Islam... It is a challenge we have to take seriously. We have let this issue float about for too long because we are tolerant and very lazy. And when we are tolerant, we must know whether it is because of convenience or conviction".

“What sort of disconnect does it take to see clips of Imams inciting violence based on quotes from the Koran…and then blame the person who put them in the film? Kids, this is what liberalism does to your brain”. Hotair TexasDan on April 11, 2008.

“First there is a time when we believe everything, then for a little while we believe with discrimination, then we believe nothing whatever, and then we believe everything again, and, moreover, give reasons why we believe”. George Christoph Lichtenberg.

“It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial. It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves under the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag”. Father Dennis Edward O’Brien, USMC.

"My own view is that if we're not free to say fuck Islam, then we're not free, period. My apologies to any Canadian diplomats abroad, whose lives and property may be endangered by a simple statement of the essential credo of liberalism." Coby Cash via fivefeetoffury.

Hawk I? One can never be completely Shaw.

"In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts; they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty". Ralph Waldo Emerson.



“…the thing about Obama is he has this, he’s a very articulate guy when it comes to saying nothing”. Mark Steyn.

In P.J O’Rourke’s precise and very funny book ‘Give War a Chance’, he speaks of how in the 1960’s and its shabby aftermath, he once believed in everything but the facts. And now he believes in nothing except the empirical and even then. For me, this fits kind of neatly into my two favourite Left Liberals and maybe my only two. Sadly, both are entirely fictional characters.

The first one that really influenced my feeble humour and attitudes was Hawkeye Pierce from the TV show M*A*S*H. I loved Hawkeye and it was always disappointing as a profoundly clueless 14 year old that I didn’t live in a cool army tent riffing with a hip pal on the resident straight man. And that I didn’t have the required equipment to home make a martini.

Hawk was and is a classic Left Liberal of the imagination and a human mess of contradictions. Filled with good intensions and unaware it seems, of the path to Hell they pave. At turns morally driven, decent, obsessive and immoral; he’s witty, fun, giving and entirely selfish. Hawkeye was good company, neurotic, unstable and courageous while simultaneously an utter wimp. Hawke also managed to be paranoid, open, careless, fussy, annoying and fascinating.

Pierce was a highly skilled professional and mostly personally incompetent. Hawk had deep insight and self destructive sensitivity to many things, while believing that equivalence was broadly applicable which made him often utterly clueless to the many true forces for evil. That’s because, for Hawkeye, the paradoxical self flagellant and egotist, everything must be about him, good and bad included, so anything bad can only be from either himself or alternatively, his own country and culture. For Hawkeye, there are no independent agents outside of America and the West, only victims.

This is perhaps the main Left Liberal conceit. Thus the North Koreans were not so bad for a Totalitarian and total war aggressor, as long as you just got to know them a little. This flawed, tragic and wilfully naive paradigm is repeated by Alan Shaw in Boston Legal, in that there is not really any enemy that could possibly possess their own motives and goals, but as Mark Steyn has said; merely misunderstandings and grievances that haven't yet been met...

And that while looking at all the trouble in the world, it can somehow and quite insanely for many, be reduced to the fault of George Bush and Cheney.

Hawk seemed to often understand little of what didn’t directly effect him, often remaining incapable of discrimination beyond default delusions and his own right on prejudices. But he said as much regards his own human flaws on many occasions, a Liberal practice that seems to have faded somewhat. Curiously, he had a real darkness about him and often seemed mesmerised and haunted by it, making him a curiously popular, singular and ultimately lonely and alone figure. I really cared about Hawk.

I didn’t know much of that at the time. I just thought Hawkeye was cool, casual, funny and successful, plus he had lots of great adventures and he was er, involved and cared. I guess what tires now, is the often phony narrow straw man set ups and foils, Frank Burns being the most obvious and overdrawn. Ah, but while Frank was deservedly “the ten most hated men in camp”, he was the only person with a steady relationship, however odd, in camp, and with a strange and drab arrangement stateside. Poor sad, unlikable Frank; doomed to be a walking grotesque in his own personal hall of mirrors.

While there was obviously a great range of characters in M*A*S*H, non-Liberals of the Conservative kind, were too often portrayed as only dull or ridiculous caricature extremes, such as the actually hilarious Colonel Flagg. And here's an odd thing, such Republican cartoons were clearly undoubtedly macho, virile and thus often very attractive to real women. See, perhaps Hawk and Alan are just a step away from coming out of the Liberal closet as er, Conservatives; the love that dare not speak it's name.

Hotlips Houlihan, the strongest, most desired, blatantly passionate, fecund, professional military woman in camp, was utterly turned on by Frank Burns. Go figure. Everything about Frank was shown as ineffectual, except for his sexuality. It turns out that on a regular basis, Frank Burns ate something entirely different than worms.

Now Hawk and the rest of the show deserve more than this shabby post can deliver of course, and I digress. As I say, I may be a lot like Hawk and a lot not like him, but there is also Alan Shaw, who I’m quite a bit like and quite a bit not like too, dig? I’m slightly less fictional than either of them.

"It was beautiful and simple, as truly great swindles are".
O. Henry.

There is always firstly for me, the great and wonderful Groucho Marx, the source of much modern humour. While Hawkeye was often a lecherous boor, and Shaw is a relentless, inventive and stunned pervert, Groucho engaged in playful, adult and perversely often ridiculously rude er, hanky panky. Then "I said 'ere Pete!", there's always Peter Cook and Dudley Moore. And P.J, Steyn, Wilde and... Ah, I love them all. I just like articulate, eloquent, funny, witty and sarcastic people of most any position, sports.

Man, the later episodes of Boston Legal started to wear me down a little, as each episode seemed like another farrago of lame Left Liberal shibboleths as taken for granted fact. Then Alan comes to the rescue, summing it all up with alleged surgical precision. Yep, sadly while his form is often magnificent, the content is sometimes bogus.

But then, I borrowed the first series and was er, relieved, well as much as one can be about a TV show. It’s great, even though there’s still a lot of naff Left by numbers pap in there; it’s not yet the seeming main angle of the show. But then, why don’t I make a better TV show if I think I’m so damn good?! Exactly. Still it’s a lot of interesting and entertaining fun for a TV drama. Sadly, interesting and fun being two missing elements in a lot of TV.

"Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event". Oscar Wilde.

Alan Shaw is a lot like Hawk, just kind of updated and I do like the character. What I like is his spontaneous high intellect, his embarrassing surgical insight, his virility, courage and the laughs. See, just like Hawkeye. With all due humility, my forte I believe, unless I’m insane, and then it doesn’t matter. Perhaps as it doesn’t matter to Alan Shaw who may be as Dr. Henry Freedman said of Hawkeye Pierce, “...the sanest man I have ever known”. Unfortunnately, sanity is the perfect pre-condition for madness... No, really.

Alan Shaw has a propulsive desire to be right and do right, kind of. If it wasn’t for their peculiar, contradictory moral vanity fantasies and destabilising darkness, Pierce and Shaw could be Conservatives. Not that Conservatives don’t have similar flaws. Both Hawkeye and Shaw are in two of the classic establishment professions of medicine and law, even with the booze, cocaine and perversions. I myself condemn all perversion unless I’m invited.

The thing is, Hawke and Alan are both really kind of dated hipster squares in a way, no matter the surface trappings, and I should know. They're both actually introverted and cover for it with various proven techniques while longing for a home. For Hawke, he has one in his precious and decent Norman Rockwell delight of Crab Apple Cove. For Shaw, he doesn’t and denies it’s centrality by keeping it temporarily at bay, by living perversely in a hotel. The only way from there is back home, I guess. Alan Shaw checks out of what is most in his heart perhaps, by checking permanently in.

But his celebrated courtroom closing speeches, while they are often terrific and correct, are also often very eloquent balls. Meaning self legitimising bullshit that the smugly superior feel should be true, got to be, but just ain’t. The thing is, people come to the show with some receptiveness to the angles ladled out, and often rather thickly.

"To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost". Gustave Flaubert.

I myself find whole sections of the later episodes too often problematic and entirely predictable cant. They extrapolate, extrapolate they do. And they do this from a naïve view that the world is somehow controllable to our own opinions and that all we need is for as per usual, the government to do something about it, and for people to not be so er, complex or seemingly contrary. Yes, ain't it so? And just like my two favourite unhinged lads, Captain Benjamin Franklin ‘Hawkeye’ Pierce and Alan Shaw as they both peer seemingly forever, into the dark night of the soul.

"What we anticipate seldom occurs; what we least expected generally happens". Benjamin Disraeli.