Monday, 19 December 2011

Progressive Lawyers, Guns and Money: An Open Lettuce From Colonel Neville.

Pictured above, James T. Meggesto was famous for his party trick of 'eerie' Saul Alinsky impressions, unless of course there was a lampshade handy. “The first time he did an Alinsky I thought it was Alinsky!” says a friend who wished to remain anonymous and would only give the pseudonym of ‘Barry O’. Said the friend: “Oh yeah, I remember ‘Pick the target, freeze it, personalize it and polarize it’. Jimmy used to get us all to sing chorus after endless freakin’ chorus of that song! It used to drive Hillary nuts. She'd just sit there all in a funk alone in the corner with a lampshade on her head.”

Dear James T. Meggesto:

Washington D.C. T. [1] 202.887.4147

Having read your masterpiece statement regards Paul Mirengoff’s post at the Powerline blog via Mark Steyn and legalinsurrection, I must inform you that your use of the phrase “shocked, appalled and embarrassed” is also the title of the famous Spaghetti Western of the same name by Sergio Leoni: “The Shocked, The Appalled and The Embarrassing” starring Clint Eastwood.

In the film, Clint plays "The Man With No Identity Politics” who makes the mistake of riding into the town of ‘Socialist Shakedown’, a long-term Democrat voter base and thus largely welfare dependent, vice ridden and run by Madoff Manson Hyde Alinsky and Goebbels, a notoriously corrupt gang of lawyers who feign outrage on behalf of the Racket Indian tribe, all in order to silence and extract money from any objecting local townspeople, and anyone else who happens to innocently wander into their own "personal" town like all Democrat ruined wastelands from Tombstone Detroit to Tumble Weed Washington Heights.

Of course in the film it’s Clint who rides into this very town or as he calls it: "a liberal shithole", while coolly ignoring the sign at the city limits that menacingly reads “WELCOME TO SOCIALIST SHAKEDOWN. IT’S A PROGRESSIVE DEMOCRAT KINDA PLACE AND WE WANT IT TO STAY THE SAME WAY! FOREVER!!”

Clint enters the saloon where everyone is singing an ode to Racket Indians with a chorus that goes “Oh great wise and superior to all are the Racket Indian ways! None can come close to their brilliance, fun and advanced laughter techniques! All bow down before The Great Racket!”

While ordering a drink at the bar, Clint is approached by a stranger who asks him to remove his hat and why he alone is not joining in the group praise. “Mebbe I don’t want to” answers Clint. “But everyone wants to! I got their written confessions that they do right here!” says the stranger known only as Chris Matthews or Keith Olbermann .

Eastwood as “The Man With No Ideology” looks him right in the eye and drawls, “All I see is a bunch of pathetic yellow belly Yankees scared of their own shadows! ‘Sides, there ain’t no money in it fer me. Now if you’ll be so kind...” Just as Clint puts his drink to his lips the stranger knocks it from his hand, spilling Clint’s tumbler of 'That Old Bastard Owl Whiskey’ onto the floor.

Eastwood squints hard at the stranger and reaches for his Colt Equaliser as the entire room of people including the stranger, run out the door crying like the yella bellies they are. The stranger then peeps back through one of the saloon doors and says in his high pitched voice that “You’ll be hearing from Socialist Shakedown’s lawyers!”, before scampering down the street like a polecat.

Boy, what a coincidence, eh?!

Now the problem I have is that I feel that your statement “shocked, appalled and embarrassed” is I feel, perhaps even for arguments sake, allegedly but not necessarily so, aimed at insulting my tribe cum group known as The Bullshit Detectors. I feel that allegedly YOU think, I feel, that people would naturally be “shocked, appalled and embarrassed” by us! I feel. Allegedly. What do I know...

Yet we’re a grand bunch from an ancient culture steeped in recognising bullshit as a basic mechanism to maintain our universal and unalienable Creator Endowed First Amendment Rights. [Our mortal enemies The Bullshit Artists are a swarming leftist collectivist mob, marked by their deceptive and naturally thievin’ big government, high taxin', ever regulatin' and downright dangerous to liberty ways, but I digress.]

Now I feel this must be an insult allegedly I feel squarely aimed at us, because no-one honest and NOT for example only of course, not a sanctimonious, self-serving, phony shakedown artist would think, say or much less write such a steaming pile of logical fallacy buffalo pies, I feel. Allegedly. Whatever. Real baloney perhaps entirely coincidentally like that, can even cause us existential pain! It’s as if someone wants to destroy our freedom and thus our very life, much like those awful promiscuous Bullshit Artists who are known to be infected with a socialist disease!

I felt for example and just throwing it up in the air here, how could any non-rent seeking lawyer for arguments sake, just for example, I feel, make such an allegedly insensitive and wholly inappropriate slanderous drivel blizzard I feel, for example if someone did, against say the use of an honorary Bullshit Detector's Constitutional right to free speech, which empirically critiqued the recent hijacking of a service held in Tucson, Arizona. But not necessarily, for example. I feel.

As soon as I and the rest of my tribe became aware of your alleged posting, we took immediate action to deal firmly with this unfortunate situation. Accordingly, after sniffing the air to gauge the size of your alleged excreted poundage, the Bullshit Detector’s Big Kahunaroonie, John Adams, [no relation] issued the following statement:

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

We liked it so much that a couple of us guys got into an old Time Machine we had just lyin’ around and travelled back in time! We gave our John Adams idea to the actual second American President of the same name! How cool is that?!

No, really. Colonel Neville.

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Zucotti Park Is Melting In The Dark.

Zucotti Park. [MacArthur Park]

Sting was never waiting for us, girl
His Learjet is overhead
As I wallow like a dunce
Between the unshaved legs and the badly dressed,
I’d love my Mom's electric iron
For my striped pair of pants!

Zucotti Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, Green icing flowing down...
Some dumb leftard fakes out of our brain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it’s the same old half-baked shit
and l'll never have The Sixties again
Oh, no!

I recall the yellow spreading mess foaming like a wave
on the ground around your knees
The turds, the rabies of our demands
and the old men molesting children by the trees

Zucotti Park is melting in the dark
All ecofascism flowing down...
Some dumb leftard fakes out of our brain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it’s the same ugly Marxist Mob
and we'll never have The Sixties again
Oh, no!

There will be another bong for me
For I will deal it
There will be a trust fund for me
My parents will bring it
I stink of urine while it is warm
and then I let you catch my advanced STD’s
And after all the love of myself
after all the love of myself
I'll still be the one.

I will take my wang into my hands
and I will use it
I will win the worship of stoned eyes
and I will abuse it
I will have the things that I desire
and my passion flows like sewage through pig sties.
And after all the love of myself
After all the love of myself
I will think of me
and wondering why.

Zucotti Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, Green icing flowing down...
Some dumb leftard fakes out of our brain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause we're the same old nihilist brats
and l'll never have The Sixties again
Oh, no!

Friday, 28 October 2011

Unemployed Labourer Discovers Economic Cause and Effect.

Jimmy McOates, unemployed labourer and economist relaxing at home.

'It's a miracle!' say world leaders.

A statement presented today at a hastily convened press conference by an unemployed 'gardener', is being hailed as possibly the greatest breakthrough in improving the standard of living for the worlds poor since the Industrial Revolution or cannibalism. A man, who until recently had been working as a labourer, claimed that he had found the actual and surprisingly single cause of world poverty.

Jimmy McOates of South Node stated that it came to him while he was watching the Academy Awards. "I had been spreading some gravel. I had just come home and had begun to watch the television. I noticed that all these so called stars were wearing expensive jewellery and quick as a flash, I put two and two together", he said in his incredibly thick accent while adding that, "I'm not a racist, and wouldn't even know how to spell bigot. How can they wear expensive jewellery while there are people starving in Africa?” said McOates, with a concerned upturn of the eyebrow. "Well, once I'd said it, I realised that it was pure gold and I had to get it out to the world".

And of course the impact of this profound revelation has been felt around the globe as politicians, academics, scientists, business people and celebrities have reacted with a mixture of shock, surprise and relief that one of the great puzzles and misconceptions of the century has finally been exposed.

African President and philanphropist Robert Zimbabwe, said that "It's a complete turn-up for the books. All this time foreign conspirators that I cannot name for security reasons, have spread lies that our problems were caused by murderous, incompetent, corrupt, oppressive, undemocratic and non-civil mob supported mobster governments with even crazier economic systems, which shows how wrong you can be".

He was speaking at the launch of his governments 'Fifteenth Economic Conference on the Implementation of a Straw Based Economy' held at Club Med.

"I knew all along that it was something like this, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Of course we don't need any Western mumbo jumbo interfering in our country. We have our own. I know what my people want as I have told them on many occasions", he said.

Part of President Zimbabwe's 'New Economy' has included providing shoes only to his supporters. A country that had once been the world's biggest exporter of two-tones, now has an almost entirely shoeless populace, leaving only one rapidly depleting domestic footwear source. It comes from the forced takeover of the usually Hawaiian owned, 'Arthur Lyman Dance Academies'.

These schools are a legacy of Robert Zimbabwe's failed 'Non-Stop Disco Dancing to Wealth' economic experiment of the mid-eighties. He has been aided by a disgruntled group of former dance students and freelance gang rapists who, according to a school spokesman, "Couldn't actually dance at all and had no interest in it but just came to jealously eye the other students coveted Florsheims".

Jimmy McOates said that now he had discovered his financial 'wonder formula', he felt that it could be applied endlessly. Speaking at a packed conference attended by Government leaders, various dignitaries and pop musicians from across the world, he enthralled his audience when he showed how simply by never wasting money on new underwear he could increase the GDP of New Guinea by 50%.

Mr McOates said in a final statement that "I believe if I wear track pants all the time even formally, in fact especially formally, I feel I can reduce the foreign debt of Belize or Macaroon". He added that the wonderful thing was he would not have to modify his lifestyle. In fact, it would most likely enhance it.

Curiously, when asked by the news conference cleaner if according to his incredible new theory it follows that Africans buying expensive jewellery would have a negative effect on any other economy, or upon their own, there was some hesitation.

When queried on how much of his own money he was currently sending to African cannibal king warlord's that would otherwise be wasted on living, Mr McOates looked puzzled. Jimmy then suddenly announced that he was feeling quite ill and that he had to go to the bathroom.

So far, he has not returned.

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

Clinton's. Meet The Clinton's.

Bill Clinton has always seen things differently to normal people. Getting up always means going down and going down is always coming up.

The Clinton's. [The Flintstones]

Clinton's. Meet the Clinton's.
They're the modern stoned age family.
From the, town of Bedhop,
They're a page right out of perjury.

Clinton's. Saudi money.
They're the venal liberal family.
From cash, of George Soros,
They're a page right out of Alinsky.

Let's ride with the Democrats raking dough.
Through the courtesy of Bill’s big blow.

Clinton's. Bankrupt Russia.
They're the crim two-faced family.
Stole cash, from tax payers,
They're a page right out of larceny.

Let's ride with a Democrat rapin' Jane Doe's.
Through the crimes of George Soros.

Clinton's, SEIU.
Unions and Gambino family.
Marxists, mob thug leftists,
It's treason right out of Gramsci.

When raped, by Bill Clinton,
You'll have a grabba a Bubba dong time,
A stabba you time,
You'll have a stained old time.

"Soros! Soros!"

Obama. [Maria]

The most meaningless sound I ever heard:
Obama, Obama, Obama, Odinga.
All the fraudulent sounds of the world in a single word:
Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama, Alinsky.

Obama, you can’t know a man named Obama,
and now the verb “change” will never be the same to me.
Obama! I've just dissed a man named Obama.

And typically I've found how fraudulent the left can be.
Obama, say it loud and there's Soros playing.
Jerking off and it's almost like praying,
Obama, they never stop saying: "Obama!"

Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama, Bill Ayers.
Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama, Revrin' Wright.

Al Gore. [Alfie]

What’s it all about, Al Gore?
Is it just for the moment you lie?
What’s your ass about when you’re spreading out, Al Gore?
And you mean to take more than you give,
Or are you just a behind?

And if only fools are blind, Al Gore,
Then I guess its wise to be Green.
And if life belongs only to the rich, Al Gore,
What will you bend on ev'ry golden rule?

As sure as I believe there’s a sun spot above, Al Gore,
I know there’s something much more,
Something even non-believers can believe in.

I believe it’s fraud, Al Gore.
Without bullshit you just exist, Al Gore.
Until you find the fame you’ve missed you’re nothing, Al Gore.
When you talk let your ass lead the way,
And you’ll find less every day, Al Gore, Al Gore.

Butterball. [Thunderball]

Mike always waddles while others walk.
Mike eats while other men just talk.
He looks at this world, and wants it all,
Mike Moore lies, like Butterball.

He knows the meaning of success.
His needs are more, so he gives less.
They call him the whiner who takes all.
And he cheats, like Butterball.

Any kudo he wants, he'll get.
He will break any chair without regret.
His days of basting are not gone.
His fat goes on and on and on.
But he thinks that the fat is worth it all.
So he slides like Butterball.

Sean Penn. [Born Free]

Sean Penn, unstable the films blow,
As his treason shows,
Born free to follow his ass.

Live rich and stupid surrounds you.
L.A still astounds me,
Each time I look at a star.

Chavez freak, where no crime offends Sean,
You're dumb as a roaring toad,
So there's no need to know.

Bored me, your films are not worth paying,
But only worth fingering,
'cause you bore me.

Cocaine, and life is worth living,
But only worth living,
'cause you're over there.

George is still single. [George of the Jungle]

George, George, George is still single,
Dumb as he can be. (Ahhhhhhhh)
Came out of TV.

George, George, Clooney loves jingo,
Lives a life that's free. (Ahhhhhhhh)
Girlfriend on her knees.

Hanoi Jane. [Helen Wheels]

Hanoi (Hanoi) Hanoi Jane,
And a Commie rats gonna know the way guns feel.
Hanoi (Hanoi) Hanoi Jane,
And they never gonna take her away.

Diarrhoea’s a girls best friend. [Diamonds are a girls best friend]

The Greeks are glad to die for ass,
They delight in pounding stools.
But I refer to the men who give,
And have extensive tools.

A schlong in the butt,
May be quite continental,
But diarrhoea’s a girl's best friend.

A wizz may be grand,
But it won't clean the rectal.
With a humble splat,
Or help you at, the autoshat.

Men grow cold as girls grow old,
And we all lose our bowels in the end.
But square-cut or pear-shaped,
These dicks don't loose their shape.
Diarrhoea’s a girl's best friend.

Stiffany's! Fartier! Black Starr!
Frost Gorham! Talk to me Harry Reems!
Tell me all about shite!

There may come a time,
When an ass needs a reamer,
But diarrhoea’s a girl's best friend.

There may come a time,
When a hard-oiled impaler,
Thinks you're awful tight,
But get that grease, or else no night.

He's your guy, when wangs are high,
But beware when they start to descend.
It's then that those gasser's,
Go back to your asses.
Diarrhoea’s a girl's best friend.

I've heard of affairs that are strictly colonic,
But diarrhoea's a girl's best friend.

And I think affairs that you must keep Ebonic,
Are better bets, if little pets squirt bigger jets.

Time rolls on, and youth is gone,
And you can't straighten up your end.
So stiff, slack or boobies,
Can't hand crank that jack I see.

Diarrhoea! Diarrhoea!
I don't mean Rhino horn!
But diarrhoea’s a girl's best friend.

Saturday, 1 October 2011

The Para Legal Brothers.

Pictured is Joffa Clunk wearing a traditional since lunchtime, turkey and baloney basting lyre bird dress, perhaps modelled on the once popular ginger coloured Macintosh. At The Department of Offence you’ll see it’s some catch that Catch ‘Impossible for the Untrained Wrong Colour People to Say What Colour a Fractional Colour Is’ 22. Ah, yes "we thought we were free..."

“Bolt used...sarcasm. He knew all the tricks.”

Criminologist: It is easy for us to judge Clunk too harshly. After all he only did what many of the insane left simply dream of doing. And we should remember that any crude, intimidating, leftist thug could merely be just another violently well-meaning and influence peddling, dismissed government employee. And are we not all a little like that? While Clunk was a talentless opportunistic bore, he was nonetheless an immensely laughable, wonderfully violent phony, loved by many.

Presenter: Most of the laughable logical fallacy based massively intimidating yet fair random law-making, concerns the head of the infamous Para Legal Brothers, ‘Monkeyboy’ Boobberg, but what about Bolt, the man they hated? One man who met him was Luigi Vercotti.

Vercotti: I had been running a successful identity grievance politics agency -- high class, no really, high class leftists - we didn't have any of “that”. No, strictly legit. Cannibalism was right out as was ritual mutilation, your voodoo and child brides. We always insisted on only top-shelf tribalism. None of your violently enforced conformity and sexual barbarity and that's not just your usually affluent white activists. I decided... (Phone rings) Excuse me. (Answers phone), not now......shtoom...shtoom....right......yes, we'll have the job, er, watch ready for you at midnight.......the watch.....the government watch....yes, right-oh, bye-bye.....mother. (He hangs up phone)

Anyway I decided to open a high class night club for people of a provisional colour at Biggotswide, with International Communism and critical theory and top line Marxists, and not a cheap clip joint for picking up grants -- that was right out, I deny that completely - and one evening in walks Clunk with a couple of big lads, wearing the entire skins of twenty seven water buffaloes, thirteen kangaroos, seventeen baboons and a newt. They said I had bought one of their Tone Adjustment MachinesTM and would I pay for it.

2nd Interviewer: How much did they want?

Vercotti: Complete silence with absolutely zero criticism or questioning of the Shakedown Socialism of identity politics and no one must ever laugh at their fascistic mediocrity. And their government jobs back.

2nd Interviewer: Why didn't you call the Thought Police first?

Vercotti: Well I hadn’t thought of that, but then I noticed that the lad with the armed tactical legislative device, was the er, local judge like, and freelance masseuse for the area. So no point really. A week later they called again and told me that to understand why Clunk was suddenly dressed as a traditional mentally ill fancy dress clown, I had to read...Bolt.

2nd Interviewer: Bolt?

Vercotti: Bolt... (Takes a drink) Well, I was terrified. Everyone was terrified of reading Bolt. I've seen grown twerps enlist venal lawyers using the Nazi logical fallacy rather than read Bolt. Or read. Even Boobberg was frightened of Bolt. Actually, no he wasn’t.

2nd Interviewer: What did Bolt do?

Vercotti: He used...sarcasm. He made “a liberal use of sarcasm and mockery”. He knew all the tricks, dramatic irony, metaphor, bathos, puns, parody, litotes and... satire. His use of language and structure was “highly suggestive and designed to excite". His style was "not careful, precise or exact" and his language "not moderate or temperate but often strong and emphatic". He was vicious.

Well, everyone knows that "language of that kind has a heightened capacity to convey implications beyond the literal meaning of the words utilised. It is language which invites the reader to not only read the lines, but to also read between the lines." Or something like that, guv.

Presenter: But isn’t it blank between the fucking lines and isn't Boobberg describing actual writing and indeed any writing worth reading?

So, by a combination of bad leftist control freak legislation, random yet laughably elastic interpretations of the law and The Constitution, a fear of sarcasm and any humour or empirical facts whatsoever, the Para Legal Brothers by September 2011, controlled Australian’s God given right to free speech.

Perhaps it was Orwell or Charles Manson who said that good and correct writing should never express anything of value or meaning beyond the literal words used, as anything more intelligent would merely upset stupid people. Good writing should be like pornography, a race guide or Robert Manne. Only the hopelessly mad would say otherwise. Anything else is unacceptable and rude.

But it was in September though that Boobberg and Clunk both displayed further signs of the profound madness that would later render them unemployable outside of government.

Gloria: Boobberg had become increasingly obsessed about the ghost of John Milton, whom he was convinced was following him carrying a phantom ukulele. Boobberg had come to the conclusion that Milton was actually residing in his broom closet and that when Boobberg fell asleep, John Milton would emerge with his ectoplasmic uke in hand and implant George Formby songs into Boobberg’s mind, especially the tune ‘When I’m Cleaning Windows’.

Boobberg later commented that he had to “destroy truth and freedom of speech in order to save them!” and that he was possessed of a “nuclear device” that he would use to finally “make facts more fair” especially to the “oppressed” minorities in the government and at International Socialist.

Clunk too, believed that he was being followed by an apparition, a flying “two headed circus python” called “Monty.” “I shall cut off its head with my powerful traditional Death Ray to save the precious environmental dirt of Gaia! It will be powered by my own non-fossil fuel based body fat, as soon as I get that government grant” said Clunk, late at night at a local park, standing completely naked except for his trademark newt skin hat.

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Marxist Left Sodden Identity Politics Are DoublePlusGood!

Winston Bolt must learn to love Big Provisional Colour Brother! “Yes, I can see it now! White really IS black! Even 1/8th black IS completely black!” [Unless The Party Collective says today black is now red, comrade.]

“Yes! The Supreme Court and Ministry Of Love IS a Love Supreme! 2+2=5!” [Unless The Party Collective says today 2+2 now equals 9, comrade.] "All drones are equally offended!" [But some drones are always entitled to be more offended than others, comrade. ] “Freedom IS conformity and fear IS good! I love Big Brown Brother!” Winston Bolt too, must learn to love Big Impossible for the Untrained Wrong Colour People to Say What Colour a Colour Is Brother! Only through lies and conformity can we be free to conform to the mass delusion of laughably witless rent-seeking leftard lies...Conform to The Current Truth, comrades.

'We, the Party, control all records, and we control all memories. Then we control the past, do we not?'

'But how can you stop people remembering things?' cried Winston again momentarily forgetting the dial. 'It is involuntary. It is outside oneself. How can you control memory? You have not controlled mine!'

O'Brien's manner grew stern again. He laid his hand on the dial.

'On the contrary,' he said, 'you have not controlled it. That is what has brought you here. You are here because you have failed in humility, in self-discipline. You would not make the act of submission which is the price of sanity. You preferred to be a lunatic, a minority of one.

Only the disciplined mind can see reality, Winston. You believe that reality is something objective, external, existing in its own right. You also believe that the nature of reality is self-evident. When you delude yourself into thinking that you see something, you assume that everyone else sees the same thing as you. But I tell you, Winston, that reality is not external. Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. Not in the individual mind, which can make mistakes, and in any case soon perishes: only in the mind of the Party, which is collective and immortal.

Whatever the Party holds to be the truth, is truth. It is impossible to see reality except by looking through the eyes of the Party. That is the fact that you have got to relearn, Winston. It needs an act of self-destruction, an effort of the will. You must humble yourself before you can become sane.'

He paused for a few moments, as though to allow what he had been saying to sink in.

'Do you remember,' he went on, 'writing in your diary, "Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four"?'

'Yes,' said Winston.

O'Brien held up his left hand, its back towards Winston, with the thumb hidden and the four fingers extended.

'How many fingers am I holding up, Winston?'


'And if the party says that it is not four but five -- then how many?'


The word ended in a gasp of pain. The needle of the dial had shot up to fifty-five. The sweat had sprung out all over Winston's body. The air tore into his lungs and issued again in deep groans which even by clenching his teeth he could not stop. O'Brien watched him, the four fingers still extended. He drew back the lever. This time the pain was only slightly eased.

'How many fingers, Winston?'


The needle went up to sixty.

'How many fingers, Winston?'

'Four! Four! What else can I say? Four!'

The needle must have risen again, but he did not look at it. The heavy, stern face and the four fingers filled his vision. The fingers stood up before his eyes like pillars, enormous, blurry, and seeming to vibrate, but unmistakably four.

'How many fingers, Winston?'

'Four! Stop it, stop it! How can you go on? Four! Four!'

'How many fingers, Winston?'

'Five! Five! Five!'

'No, Winston, that is no use. You are lying. You still think there are four. How many fingers, please?'

'Four! five! Four! Anything you like. Only stop it, stop the pain!'

Abruptly he was sitting up with O'Brien's arm round his shoulders. He had perhaps lost consciousness for a few seconds. The bonds that had held his body down were loosened. He felt very cold, he was shaking uncontrollably, his teeth were chattering, the tears were rolling down his cheeks. For a moment he clung to O'Brien like a baby, curiously comforted by the heavy arm round his shoulders. He had the feeling that O'Brien was his protector, that the pain was something that came from outside, from some other source, and that it was O'Brien who would save him from it.

'You are a slow learner, Winston,' said O'Brien gently.

'How can I help it?' he blubbered. 'How can I help seeing what is in front of my eyes? Two and two are four.'

'Sometimes, Winston. Sometimes they are five. Sometimes they are three. Sometimes they are all of them at once. You must try harder. It is not easy to become sane.'

He laid Winston down on the bed. The grip of his limbs tightened again, but the pain had ebbed away and the trembling had stopped, leaving him merely weak and cold. O'Brien motioned with his head to the man in the white coat, who had stood immobile throughout the proceedings. The man in the white coat bent down and looked closely into Winston's eyes, felt his pulse, laid an ear against his chest, tapped here and there, then he nodded to O'Brien.

'Again,' said O'Brien.

The pain flowed into Winston's body. The needle must be at seventy, seventy-five. He had shut his eyes this time. He knew that the fingers were still there, and still four. All that mattered was somehow to stay alive until the spasm was over. He had ceased to notice whether he was crying out or not. The pain lessened again. He opened his eyes. O'Brien had drawn back the lever.

'How many fingers, Winston?'

'Four. I suppose there are four. I would see five if I could. I am trying to see five.'

'Which do you wish: to persuade me that you see five, or really to see them?'

'Really to see them.'

'Again,' said O'Brien.

Perhaps the needle was eighty -- ninety. Winston could not intermittently remember why the pain was happening. Behind his screwed-up eyelids a forest of fingers seemed to be moving in a sort of dance, weaving in and out, disappearing behind one another and reappearing again. He was trying to count them, he could not remember why. He knew only that it was impossible to count them, and that this was somehow due to the mysterious identity between five and four. The pain died down again. When he opened his eyes it was to find that he was still seeing the same thing. Innumerable fingers, like moving trees, were still streaming past in either direction, crossing and recrossing. He shut his eyes again.

'How many fingers am I holding up, Winston?'

'I don't know. I don't know. You will kill me if you do that again. Four, five, six -- in all honesty I don't know.'

'Better,' said O'Brien.'

Saturday, 24 September 2011

Mo The Knife.

Mohammad you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind.
Hey Dhimmi. Hey Dhimmi!

Maybe It’s Because I’m an Islamist. [Maybe It’s Because I’m a Londoner.]

Maybe it's because I'm an Islamist,
That I hate London so.
Maybe it's because I'm a terrorist.
That I think of Mo whenever I blow.

I get an angry feeling inside of me,
When jumping up and down.
Maybe it's because I'm a Muslim,
That I bomb London Town.

Jihad Boy. [Georgie Girl.]

Hey there! Jihad boy,
Swinging down the street a total freak.
Nobody you meet could ever see,
The explosives there, inside you.

Hey there! Jihad Boy,
Why do all you boys just hate women?
Could it be you just a perv, or is it the rags you wear?

You're always widow shopping but never stopping to build.
Unsheathe those old box cutters and fly, a little bit.

Hey there! Jihad boy,
There's another Koran creep inside.
Bring out all the hate you hide and oh,
What a change there'll be,
The world will see, the true Jihad Boy.

Hey there! Jihad boy,
Dreaming of the virgins you believe.
Death is a reality, you can always blow away.
Don't be so scared of changing and rearranging yourself.
Its time for blowing up all of yourself, to little bits.

Well Halal Dhimmi. [Well Hello Dolly.]

I said Halal, dhimmi. Well, Halal, dhimmi.
It’s so sad to have you back where you went wrong.
You’re lookin’ Hell, dhimmi. I can tell, dhimmi.

Bombs still blowin’, you’re denyin’, we’re still goin’ down.
I feel that room swayin’, while the Imam's prayin’,
One of their old favourite Hadiths from way back when.
So, take their crap, fellas. Find you an empty sack, fellas.
Dhimmi you’ll blow away again.

So golly, gee, fellas. Find an empty train, fellas.
Dhimmi you ought to learn today, a dhimmi’s sure to die someday,
Dhimmi we’ll never come this way again.

What a Waleed Full World. [What a Wonderful World.]

I hear deception, what phoneys do,
I see them doom, both me and you.
And l think to myself, what a Waleed full world.

I see lies are true, and black is white,
The white cursed all day,
The dhimmie scared to fight.
And l think to myself, what a Waleed full world.

The canards of baloney, so pretty in the lie.
Are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shakin' heads, sayin' "What do we do?
They're really saying, they fooled you!"

I hear students cryin', I watch them groan,
They'll learn nothing, that I really know.
And I think to myself, what a Waleed full world.
Yes, I think to myself, what a Waleed full world.

Mo the Knife. [Mack The Knife, Sinatra version]

Oh, the sheik had, shitty teeth dear,
And beheaded, Pearl all right.
Just a jack knife, for Jihad dear,
And he keeps it, way out of sight.

When Islam bites, with its teeth, dear,
Scarlet billows, begin to spread.
Fancy words though, has Mohammad,
So there’s never, never the truth that’s read.

On the sidewalk, on Sunday morning,
Lies a body, oozin’ life.
Someone’s sneaking, round the corner,
Could that someone, be Mo the knife?

From a car bomb, an intersection going slow,
An IED is blowing downtown.
You know that bomb blast, is for Islam dear,
You can make a large bet, Mo is back in town.

Their man Zarqawi, he's split the scene, babe,
After making mountains of dead, with Saudi cash.
Now Osama, spends like an Arab,
Do you suppose our boy, he caught some kind of rash?

Old Saddam, O bin Laden, Old Sheik Yassin.
Did this song nice, lady Yasser too.
They all sang it, with so much feeling,
That old dead eyes, he aint gonna add nothing new.

But with the Saudi, Kingdom behind them,
Lying hard, CAIR, they know they can’t lose.
When I tell you, all about Mo the knife babe,
Its an offer, you can never refuse.

We got dhimmitude, media playing that piano,
And the great big lie, bringing up the rear.
All the left cats, in this band now,
They make the greatest sounds, you’re ever gonna hear.

Oh so its tawdry, phony bastards, can’t teach ‘em, old Mohammad got around.

Hey the line forms, on the left dear,
Now Mohammads back in town.
You’d better lock your doors, they changed the law,
Because Mohammads back in town.

"A Basketball Jones is when you think of basketball so much, you are like a basketball!" Cheech and Chong.

Like a Killing Jones. [Like a Rolling Stone.]

Once upon a time you dressed so fine.
You blew five bombs a time with the prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware Mo, you're bound to fall"
You thought that Mossad’s hittin' you.

You used to laugh about,
Everybody that was hangin' out.
Now the bang sounds so loud,
Now you do seem so proud,
About having to be scraping up the human meal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To kill with just a phone,
Like a complete unknown,
Like a killing Jones?

You've gone to the Islamic school all right, Mr Lonely,
But you know you only used to hate Jews in it.
And Hezbollah has really taught you how to flatten the street,
And now we find out we're just gonna have to get used to it.

You said you'd never compromise,
With the West and man, but now you realize,
The press are selling all your alibis,
As they stare into the vacuum of your eyes,
And ask you, do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your way,
With a direction home,
Like a complete unknown,
Like a killing Jones?

You always turn around to see dumb frowns on the media and the clowns,
When they all come down and do tricks for you.
You always understood that it sure is good,
You can let all the dhimmies make up bullshit for you.

You always lie on the tv show like a diplomat,
You go right over the head of a BBC prat.
Ain't it nice when you discover that,
He really was just where it's at,
After you took from him everything you could steal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own,
With no direction home,
Like a complete unknown,
Like a killing Jones?

Prince Abdullah’s steeple, and all the ugly people,
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made.
Emirates have all kinds of enslaved kids and things,
But we'd better stop taking it in the ass, we better deport ‘em babe.

You used to be so abused,
At the madrassa in rags and the language that he used.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse.
When you got Islam, you got nothing to lose.
You're so visible now, you got nuke secrets to conceal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own,
With no direction home,
Like a complete unknown,
Like a killing Jones?

Thursday, 22 September 2011

A Book Filled Entirely With Words.

Award winning author Miles O'Cant, pictured arriving at a recent book signing and sweat lodge.

The following is a transcript of an interview from 'Authors and People' aired on the tax-payer funded broadcaster the ABC, [Australian Bolshevik Knitting Circle] during the dark days of any conservative government which are always worse than Hitler. Nay, 10,000 Hitler's!

"Good evening and welcome to an hour of government funded rebellion with your host Tim Comfortable. My guest tonight is author and social critic Miles O’Cant. I’ll be discussing his latest uncontroversial book ‘If You Don’t Agree With Me, You’re a Racist and a Fascist: how me and my left friends are never wrong thus our one hundred percent failure rate’.

Thank you for coming on the show tonight Miles, and congratulations on also winning the State Government Funded Award for ‘A Book Filled Entirely With Words’. I believe that brings your total of prestigious taxpayer funded awards to around 127?"

Miles: “ Thank you Tony. Yes, but awards mean nothing to me. They’re meaningless, absolutely without meaning. As is the $850,000 prize money. Just yesterday I received a financial statement from my accountant and I thought how this enormous cash deposit is meaningless. Money means nothing to me. It’s the writing, the art of it all and making a difference. Especially to my bank account. And it’s actually 128 awards but again, this is entirely meaningless”.

Tim: “I agree, I find even the perks meaningless. The free gifts, being virtually impossible to fire and having an unaccountable free reign to push my leftard opinions sans action or a shred of supporting empirical evidence for decades on end and then there's the mutual backslapping. All meaningless. Ah, the backslapping...

But I digress. Now, your first published title and winner of the prestigious 'Boredom Award' established you as a major literary force. And that was for the Teacher’s Union EnforcedTM children’s book ‘This Fascist Racist Government Gave Me Cancer and Welfare’. It was thought controversial at the time mostly by the religious right merely because of the cannibalism. What was your inspiration and motive for the book?

Miles: “I wanted to show realistically and without hyperbole or exaggeration the hopelessly depressing, suicidal and voiceless reality of young people’s crushed lives as they’ve grown up in the fascist regime of the current Nazi government that is doing everything to destroy any dissent or freedom whatsoever. They're worse than ten million Hitler's! It’s an inspiring and entertaining read too”.

Tim: “You’re good friends with the government funded playwright Glib Plaistow of course”.

Miles: “Yes, but Glib has an entirely different style to me. His plays are about the hopelessly depressing, suicidal and voiceless reality of middle-aged people’s crushed lives as they’ve grown up in the fascist regime of the current Nazi government that is doing everything to destroy any dissent or freedom whatsoever”.

Tim: “Yes, like many people, I too feel they're worse than ten million Hitler's! Maybe even twenty million Hitler's! Now, could you describe for the listeners who may have not read your first book, some of the areas you cover?

Miles: “I felt that the true experiences of young people’s lives as I imagined them almost entirely in my mind, has been ignored by much of the so called mainstream. I wanted to focus not just on the cannibalism, but gun running, international drug rings, madness, ritual suicide, Devil worshipping, arson and golf”.

Tim: "I’ve never understood golf, it’s so elitist. Now some people, mostly of the religious right, have tried to silence you by calling you “insane” and “a dangerous bore”. Your thoughts Miles?"

Miles: “Aren’t we all really a little insane and dangerously boring? Especially those who have abducted children? But who are we to say just because of outmoded and indeed judgemental ideas of right and wrong? I prefer to blend these subjective concepts into what I call "rung and rot". I don’t know what they mean, but they certainly don’t discriminate”.

Tim: “Some critics, mostly of the religious right, have said that your books are absurdly focused on a laughably bogus and dark vision of young people, when the reality is that most of those in affluent capitalist democracies have pretty good and normal lives. Nonsense?”

Miles: “It's nonsense to not realise that any child like that is a brainwashed weirdo!”

Tim: “Where do your ideas come from, apart from real life as you see it?”

Miles: “It all comes from my mind, Tim. My mind is like a vast landscape. Of course there’s dirt, small shrubs and even deciduous trees and is that a zebra?”

Tim: “A zebra? No that’s Doris, our tea lady”.

Miles: “She looks like a zebra! Get away from me!”

Tim: “Miles, is that a gun or a knife with a trigger?”

Miles: “You’re a fascist and a zebra and therefore you must die! Death to the zebra fascists!”

Saturday, 27 August 2011

The Wonderful World of Satire, the Left and Hijacking.

The subscription death-spiral newspaper The Age, like most of the Australian media and fellow travellers, simply adore any Marxist leftist creep or Islamofascist nihilist and thus EU funded, mass murdering pedophile rapist frauds like Arafat say, and without serious er, caveat, cos' gee, he's a psychopathic gangster jihadist who well, "never gave up hope" in his brave "fight[s] against the Jews" an' all. Ah, Global Hope N'ChangeTM...Turn away "Jenna"! and while there is still er, a chance for redemption.

Dear “Jenna Price”:

I’ve been re-reading and enjoying more favourites from over the years of your sadly under-recognised and very clever parodies of the left from The Canberra Times. While I don’t get all the humour as quite frankly, I lack the sophistication and intelligence, and find some of it just too true and awful; your writing is nonetheless boldly brilliant satire. Oh, the layers of irony. Quite fantastical, but I guess it comes down to the central fictitious character of “Jenna Price” being so authentic, yet a wacky oft spooky parody of the left university trained journalist.

But then that’s why you are the successful satirist and I’m not, and you work for the outstanding Canberra Times and I never could. If only. Sigh.

On further examination, the character of “Jenna” comes over as a semi-decent person apparently offering disturbingly kind meals to “climate denialists”, and would be a rather pleasant neighbour I’d wager, as long as you didn’t mention anything too er, well, just don’t. But I have hope for “Jenna”, if only she could learn something true.

Matched with a few of the usual dissonant, casually horrible and laughable left views, that give a real one two punch of dark satirical laughs whenever the character of “Jenna” makes her odd logical fallacy sodden and confused socialist statements and in a broadsheet yet regards Israel, dissent from leftism and other things such as this:
“...I don't want that state [Israel] to be built on the corpses of another forgotten nation,..”
Wow! But ain’t the building codes in Israel pretty strict regards building “on corpses” an’ all? So pretty nonsensical laughs already! But then there are many affluent lefties who actually do say this kind of junk, which is beyond belief really but gives it the ring of believability. Yep, stop earning those 149 Nobel Prizes in every area of science, medicine, technology and the arts etc, and stop contributing so massively and positively to the modern world, Israel!

And this bitter classic was placed toward the end of your brilliant mock review as “Jenna”, of a rotten self-loathing book by the hideous and venally spoiled Hamass supporting Marxist leftist, Antony Lowenstein. And Antony doesn’t even suspect you’re having him on! What a poo-poo pants. How do you do it?

Hey, this is why you are successful where as I am not. Sigh. Pure genius.

In your recent column, perhaps you could have had the militant Green activist that dies so tragically young, as the first and only Green to criticise the Green’s eagerly criminal support and incitement of the global Islamic and Marxist BDS movement to destroy Israel? This could have been ironic if somewhat unbelievable regards leftoid activists, especially after your added flourish of a “kind” mention from the Stalinist atheist anti-Semite cum Jew-hater organiser du jour Lee Rhiannon, so I guess that too, rules out such a possibility.

But then like Islamisation, the natural logical end result of leftism is always mass destruction, limitless criminality, complete moral collapse, irrational nihilism and total ruin, just like that showcase of over half a century of leftarded socialism called Detroit. But I digress.

Another of “Jenna’s” hilarious columns that I won’t go into too much was on alleged “racism!” It ticked all the funny and stupid boxes such as the deliberately lame joke conceit of the title that “my daughter is a racist”, when it’s not racist if you like the race!

Hilarious stuff. And so was your satirising of the tired lefty tactic cum baseless accusation that Kevin Andrews is somehow a “racist!” Hey, who isn’t a “racist!?” Everyone not left apparently.

Are cats racist? It’s a thought.

And all for Kevin Andrew’s pointing out now entirely confirmed African crime facts. As “Jenna” you also exposed the phony lefty media accusation that Pauline Hanson is a “racist!” too, and always it’s without sighting a single racist quote, and then “Jenna” builds a preposterous “rapist, thieves” etc straw man joke cum argument, then tops it all off by insinuating an opportunistic and callous racism on the part of John Howard! Hey, outstanding ABC style filth and fun. Five stars.

So all in all a great little piece satirising how for the naturally racist left, their argument is almost entirely based on first accusing everyone and anything of racism. Go figure.

But what do I know about comedy? Compared to you, nothing!

Now about your following piece in The Canberra Times..[Curiously it no longer seems to be available on The Canberra Times site, yet rather ironically is still on the journalistically unemployable yet repellent Hamass liar Antony Lowenstein's blog. Go figure.]

In your wonderfully twerpy piece, “Jenna” seemingly lauds dirtbag Lowenstein and his usual hideous, nihilist Marxist Critical Theory sodden leftist activist tropes about Israel which again, proves your satire street cred.

Humbly, I’ve added my humble thoughts in the character of a “right wing maniac” or RWR for short. I happen to be hosting a “raving right-wing maniac” dinner party this Friday night, but I’m short of maniacs. To expand my list, could you name some names? It would be most appreciated.

“Mad world: daring to question the role of Israel. Canberra Times July 23rd, 2006. Jenna Price:

Jenna: “I can't write about Israel. It is way too hard.”

RWM: Hey, if writing honestly based on easily observable empirical facts, what lefty can? Especially the glaring truth about how the enormously progressive, prosperous, constructive, moral and contributing Israel is the only great, beautiful and decent democracy based on the rule of law and human rights in the Middle-East, and it is surrounded by twenty-four variants on rather dysfunctional, corrupt and evil terror supporting Islamofascist theocracy states.

Jenna: “In my family, I am alone in supporting Israel.”

RWM: Jesus, some family. I’d keep that to myself, “Jenna”. Sounds like a real laugh track. See, even I forget it’s all a fictitious satirical joke.

Jenna: “In my country, there would be few who would support Israel and its actions - and the others are all raving right-wing maniacs.”

RWM: Poor Jenna. She lives in Leftist Country! In my country, most everyone sane support Israel, thus they use computers and so many modern miracles without hypocrisy. Oh the irony is that every “raving right-wing maniac” I know including me, support Israel, and conversely virtually nobody of the Marxist sodden left does. They commonly hate any non-left Jew, conservative Australian or American etc. Go figure.

Jenna: “Well, when I say support, I think it should exist.”

RWM: This is very generous of you. So it’s one step up from Hamass then. Yes, existing, nothing but existing. Like say a rock or a plant. I love existing and yet it never seems somehow enough.

Jenna: “My husband and children all believe that it would make more sense to have Israel in, say, Poland. What's the point in being surrounded by enemies, they ask.”

RWM: Hey, maybe it would make more sense to have your family in Poland, except to the Polish. Or better yet, work at the ABC, SBS and The Age etc. You'll be surronded by friends of Hamass. Yes, what’s the point of running the entirely legal Max Brenner store in Melbourne Central surrounded by Marxist and Islamofascist enemies? Ah, that might be why management, the state government and the police are decently and courageously and legally working to stop swarming globally organised militant Marxist leftards and Muslim mobs of Jew-haters targeting any Jewish business just like the Nazi’s did.

Could be.

Jenna: “So I won't go into the whole thing about how for centuries, Jews felt as if they were surrounded by enemies, even in Europe. Israel was founded as a giant refugee camp, an idea to which most of us would be sympathetic.”

RWM: And here I was thinking Israel is a country with an almost 3,000 year-old history that Jewish people built into a sophisticated, great democratic miracle of positive moral and technological achievement contributing massively to the world. Gee, just shows how wrong you can be.

Jenna: “But right now I'm even more sympathetic to Lebanese families who are getting bombed to death, when they were just minding their own business and living family lives.”

RWM: Yes, quietly "minding thir own business" such as bomb making, customised beheading videos and generally supporting Islamic jihad. I think I get “Jenna’s” point though. Utter depravity without limits and women murdering Hizbollah dominated Lebanon intent on destroying Israel and murdering all Jews, good. Democratic, highly moral, free and prosperous Israel, the only Middle Eastern land of female freedom is ergo, bad.

Jenna: “Lebanon in summer is beautiful and I was delighted to hear that a young family friend was to visit Lebanon this month and get a crash course in Arabic.”

RWM: Yep, the crashing could be those 10,000 plus rockets landing in Israel. I hear the crash course in homicide suicide bombing martyrdom can be done in a single morning, especially for the mentally retarded. Sit in on any daily and hourly “Death to Israel!” mosque sermon, and there’s a crash course in Arabic right there.

Jenna: “He, of course, is trapped there and getting more than a crash course. It is no longer fashionable among assimilated Jews like myself to support the existence of the state of Israel, and if you do, you had better want it to be in pre-1967 borders or you lose your licence. Joking. In regular circles, however, Jews who criticise Israel are in big, big trouble.”

RWM: Nope, the fashionable and in-thing among much of the left and our betters is Jew-hatred. It’s authentic yet sad, sad satire, bub. Tony is actually trapped in the peculiarities of bog-standard leftist self-loathing Jewish suicide and treason. But hey, we all need a hobby.

In the above laugh filled mess, “Jenna” seems to dimly recognise that in the regular circles of normal land, the alleged “criticism of Israel” fraud meme is recognised as the Big Lie it clearly is. The only difference between the “anti-Zionist” and a Jew-hater, apart from craftily changing “Jewish” to “Zionist”, is that the anti-Zionist creep lacks the guts to admit that they’re just another slimy and Jew-hating fuck.

All criticism of Israel will only stop when Israel is annihilated. Then it’s the West’s turn to fall. But I digress.

Jenna: “Ask Antony Lowenstein.”

RWM: Let’s not. About anything, except when he’s finally leaving Australia to live permanently in Gaza or Cuba. Like any Che the child killer fan.. never of course. Affluent leftard brats just like to wear the tshirt.

Jenna: “He is the author of My Israel Question, soon to be published by Melbourne University Press. He grew up in a traditional Melbourne Jewish family, went to a conservative private boys' school and did honours in arts at Monash.”

RWM: Actually he is more likely as he relentlessly presents himself: a phony, rotten, treasonously congenital lying circus geek seemingly without a shred of decency. But I digress. Expensive private school and a comfortable, privileged upbringing, eh? And yet he turned out it appears to be a lying, loud mouthed nihilist and naturally shitbag leftard brat. Gee, what an effing surprise. Er, no.

Jenna: “But a few years ago, he started questioning the role of Israel in the Middle East.”

RWM: Yes, how brave...He must live in fear of dentists, accountants, neuro-surgeons, physicists and bespoke tailors. I guess Tony the phony means Israel’s role as a sanctuary in regards to Israel, gee, being the only advanced and free state in the entire area where homosexuals are not murdered in their thousands.

Jenna: “He started questioning his parents. And, they started questioning themselves. Now, they've changed their position - lost a few friends along the way - but accepted their son's view that maybe the Israeli way is not the right way. (In 1975, I remember helping a charming Palestinian boy screen print some anti-Zionist posters. My mother went off her head. The Lowenstein parents sound far more moderate.)"

RWM: Balls. Yes, so “moderate” meaning leftist ergo self-loathing and thus suicidal Jew, or repulsive white bread left Marxist Hamass supporter or an active Hamass, Al Aqsa, Hizbollah, Al Qaeda member. Got it. Yes, anti-Zionist posters…Charming. Again this is brilliant satire. Did Marx Antony ever ask his parent’s why they spent so much money on his worthless and treasonous hide?

Jenna: “Antony, 31, is an only child so maybe they get more sway with their doting parents, but his ability to change the way his parents thought might augur well for the success of his book. And I don't mean the kind of success where the book goes to number one (although I'm sure he'd like that too). The success we need is to bring, to Jews, the frustrating topic of Israel out into the open. To non-Jews, what Israel has done to recently rebuilt Beirut is a disgrace.”

RWM: Tony twerp is an “only child”. Ya don’t say. Yes, nihilist radicals all through history have wanted to “bring” something to the Jews. Usually a pogrom or variant. “..out in the open...” Not really the case is it, when the Muslim terrorist brings the bomb inside the Israeli bus and detonates.

Funny how much of the left and many millions of Muslims apparently feel virtually no need for any serious self-examination. Ah, but then they are good intention brimming Utopian and Caliphate dreamers and thus it’s always, well, ALWAYS the Jews fault. Or the West’s fault, or America, or Christians, or conservative “right wing maniacs” who believe in crazy ideas like respect for The Constitution, in limited government, low taxes, a respect for life and in personal responsibility. Madness.

And as for “a disgrace”, it’s hard to beat January 18th 2009 Marxist and Islamofascist Jew and free West hating festival in the CBD.

Jenna: “And if that was happening to any other country in the universe, Jews would feel the same way.”

RWM: There are no other countries in the universe. Planets yes, Islamofascist shitholes, no. There is no Workers paradise on Mars either. It’s on the moon.

Jenna: “It's raising that consciousness…”

RWM: Careful with that axe, Eugene. Your Marxist Critical Theory is showing.

Jenna: “ reflect what is happening in Lebanon which will be a challenge.”

RWM: That’s what beheading videos are for.

Jenna: “Why should Israel exist? For Jews, it was built as a haven and in our minds,”

RWM: In your er, “minds”. Quite. Funny, but all the great Israeli, Jewish inventions and products I use every day seem so real…

Jenna: “...continues as one, just in case there is another Holocaust.”

RWM: Here’s a great way to avoid “another Holocaust”: DON’T SUPPORT THE PEOPLE WHO WANT ONE, like say much of the left and their Hamass pals.

Jenna: “But I don't want that state to be built on the corpses of another forgotten nation,..”

RWM: Ah, again the “Jenna” money shot. This is so wonderfully repellent and eerily common among the left that it’s almost funny. That’s the thing with satire. Sometimes it works and sometimes I wish I could wake up and find it’s all a nightmare. And it is.

Jenna: “ Jews were forgotten during the Second World War.”

RWM: Ironically the reality of the existential threat the Jews face in relentless and permanent harsh reality is readily forgotten while it’s actually happening! And conversely as the Grand Mufti and Hitler, the Muslim Brotherhood, Qtub and the problematic ever present facts of Hizbollah, PLO and Hamass etc, etc, ad nauseum, are conveniently inverted and forgotten.

Jenna: “I know the Israel question. I wish I knew the answer.”

RWM: Here’s a question. If seventy-five percent of ‘Palestinians’ vote for Hamass who have declared a war of annihilation on Israel, can one expect less war or more and all the attendant consequences? Here’s another. Is it not true that in a single morning if they did not care about civilian casualties, the Israeli military could if they wanted to, carpet bomb Gaza and the West Bank and or any surrounding Islamic state out of existence? And yet they do not do this.

Conversely, what would any and all of the Muslim states do within the next 24 hours if they had that same power?

Hilariously, the entirely fictitious “Jenna” knows neither the questions nor comprehends the answers. As Ronald Reagan said: “It’s not that [left] liberals know nothing, it’s that they know so much that isn’t true.” But then, what do I know about satire? Nothing.

Sunday, 14 August 2011

Morelandberg Council Celebrates Multicultism with Al Qaeda and Nazi Diversity.

General Von Schrager pictured here with Morelandberg City Council Diversity Officer Mrs Helga Gestapo, playfully wrestling over who is the more inclusive and sharia friendly. "I tell you, I'll host the Australian Union of Lebanese Gang Rapists!" insisted the ever cheerful Helga. Von Schrager responded in his light-hearted Prussian way that "Nein! I vill host der Baader Meinhoff Glee Club und zer Amalgamated Dubai und Sri Lankan Federation of Pedophile Imams! It'll be a gasser! Man, Islam's a scream! It's great for der kinder too!"

A phone call is made to Morelandberg City Council:

"Good Morning. Zis is General Von Schrager. May I say zat I salute your courageous council members voting to host der vonderful Al Qaeda franchise Hizb ut Tahrir Australian Local at Morelandberg Council premises last Sunday. If only more people ver so eager to include everyvun in our moving ever vorwerts. Of course you are right not to accept such extremists as Jews, conservatives, Christians und sceptics. Zat vould be madness!

And in zat very schpirit of multicultural diversity zat makes verboten any shallow moral judgement at Morelandberg, I look vorwart to our annual beer hall putsch-over vizzin your humble council gas-heated chambers of zer Class of '43 Old Panzergruppen Boys. Today Morelandberg, tommorrow zer world!

Shall ve say about 20:00 hours?"

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

PM Julian Willard Lunch Launches Enormous Christine Nixon Fat Cop Profile.

"Oh, the afternoon tea..." Ironically and for all her gravitass, Christine 'What Me Worry?' Nixon often found it difficult to connect down to earth, if at all. Now when such a vast flammable baseload carries an enormous amount of self-generated explosive gas and then attracts a terrifying set of charges, well, the destructive results are entirely predictable.

As PM Julian Willard butter toasted the Whitmanesque talents of Christine Nixon - author, the PM made a rare error in accidentally referring to Nixon's book 'Fat Cop' as "The Concise History of the Communist Socialist Forum".

Even these wonderful wrong words and chocolate eclairs, Savoy truffles and pineapple tarts were not enough as the free lunch-seeking whordes of journalists fell over gigantic piled sweet trays in a futile attempt at measuring and weighing the massive achievements of the maverick pioneer of guilt free eating, ex-Police Commissioner Christine ‘Let’s Eat!’ Nixon. While not all the Big Red One's stellar triumphs involve a humbly detailed bogography or Himalaya's of whipped cinnamon cream buns, Camembert cheese and or wheel barrows of mushroom rissotto - some involve an ever grateful proxy state of Victoria represented graciously by media hacks, political geeks and union creeps applauding her as one, minus one hundred and seventy three dead.

The courage and sacrifice was palpable as the last cement-mixer of Royal Chocolate Mousse Deluxe was scraped out and sucked down and the final semi-trailer of Petite Fours were consumed en masse and after every piece of the John Brumby Desalinated Union Sponge Spectacular was carried home in the back of many a utility truck and as Christine’s personal conveyor belt of Caramel Swirls finally fell silent, the reviews of the furniture shattering tome were in...

They proved that 'Fat Cop' was indeed a book and that if anything, it contained words, words that in turn brought up other words and often straight to the throat. Sadly, it did not contain the words "My God, I am so very, very sorry. I was and continue to be wrong about most everything", or "I just want to take my enormous bulky pension, crawl away to nowhere and never be heard from again".

Other words and whole sentences wonderfully missing from Chrissie's book about Nixit herself, and the many other great men and women in power who lead us to victory are - inadequate, unqualified, unfit, unable, incapable, unskilled, inept, maladroit, inexpert, awkward, floundering, clumsy, bungling, gauche, insufficient, ineffectual, Wayne Mr Potato Head Swan and inefficient.

Low, abject, contemptible, dead to honor, debased, degraded, derogatory, disgraceful, dishonorable, dereliction, disingenuous, disloyal, double, emptitious, faithless, false, fishy, ignominious, indign, infamous, inglorious, insidious, knavish, lost to shame, of bad faith, one, perfidious, perjured, pettifogging and shabby.

Slippery, the left are mostly Jew-haters and Hamass bedpals, Lee Rhiannon, sneaking, the classic grey Prince Valiant socialist frump hag bob, treacherous, Lee Rhiannon, trothless, trustless, truthless, unauthenticated, unbecoming, unbefitting, unbeseeming, unchivalric, unconscientious, unconscionable, undignified, unfair, unfaithful, Julia Gillard has the same comical body shape as New Zealand's native Kiwi bird, mediocrity, afflent university student graduates filled with an ironic hatred of capitalism, nausea, you fill me with inertia and untrustworthy.

Unintelligent, fatuous, irrational, cognitive dissonant, logical fallacy sodden, obtuse, bovine, dull, dense, lumpish, doltish, simple, simple-minded, moronic, imbecilic, cretinous, Boeotian, subnormal, feebleminded, Michael Leunig, weakminded, stolid, dullwitted, dim, dimwitted, halfwitted, thick, thickwitted and thickheaded.

Twit, twerp, clod, pinhead, fluffball, fucker, eternal student union crisis meeting, foolish, silly, frivolous, asinine, hare-brained, crazy, insane, mad, crack-brained, working-class militant union cripples, scatterbrained, absurd, inane, middle-class rabble, Sarah Hanson-Young, idiotic, ridiculous, risible, laughable, ludicrous, Christine Milne, nonsensical, senseless, bootless, irresponsible, irrational, ill-advised, Sarah Hanson-Young and foolhardy.

Insipid, dull, tedious, boring, tiresome, humdrum, prosaic, monotonous, unimaginative, uninspired, uninteresting, vapid, vacuous, Kevin Rudd and ho-hum. Style-free, jerk, putz, anti-Semite, Che the child killer Guevara tshirt wearer, asshat, badly groomed, drunk, drug addicts, perverts, pansies, militant parasite, flunkies, unread, incurious, laughable faux poetry, mediocre, uncool, fucked up, repulsive, Bob Ellis and carpetbagger.

Peek-a-boo, globular pyramid, mountain of cholesterol, Jenny Craig will need garage doors, where's the Chihuaha gone?, Tony Toby Jug' Jones is full of shit, Australian Bolshevik Circle, Q&A naturally treats the Green MP Rhiannon the Jew hating Marxist atheist with respect and insults any conservative or Christian and gee, there's not really a lot of Zionist Jews on the ABC is there.

The mother of all camel toes, do not wear spandex, any Jew hating two-faced Taquiyaa spouting Jihadist PR fraud is cool at the ABC, the Michael Moore All You Can Eat Smorgasboard, take my wife..POLICE!, The Age subscripton rate bankrupt this year or next, I blame the powerless and any newspaper that reports any unpleasant facts about me, if I had my time again I would have done things differently and instead ordered the mains Lasagna.

Drivel, bullshit, blame-shifting, censorious, unaccountable, unreachable, untouchable, cant, two-faced, logical fallacy, ad hominem, politically correct, socialist, Marxist Critical Theory, feminist, feminisation, leftist, crime wave, unread, favouritism, identity politics, sycophants, bedpals, ecofascism, bankrupt, sell-out, betrayal, death, injury, loss, heartbreak, total failure, environmentalism, nincompoop, newt, mega-liar, Bob Brown and control freak.

Obese, corpulent, stout, overweight, heavy, plump, rotund, portly, chubby, podgy, pudgy, tubby, fleshy, paunchy, flabby, oleaginous, unctuous, greasy, fatty, pinguid, sebaceous, roly-poly, adipose, pot-bellied, overfed, flabby, elephantine, broad in the beam, beamy and beefy.

Profitable, remunerative, cushy, affluent, well off, elitist faux royalty, creeping snob, Paul Keating and loaded.

Mushroom Rissotto. Pagan Gaia worship. Marxist front groups. Manipulation. Power. Money. Control. Lies. Burnt to death. Dead Australians. Bastards.

Friday, 29 July 2011

Derek and Clive Discuss One Terrorist Attack in Around 17,504 Since 9/11 That Was Not By Muslims.

The black deluded heart of inhuman darkness. Oh, the crushing hideous irony. Horribly murdered by a twisted and deluded self-admitted atheist socialist psychopath, the Norwegian Marxist leftist teenage variants concerned were members of the Norwegian LABOUR Party youth wing - and together with more than a few middle-aged Hamass groupies on the island of Utoyo had rather ironically been er, um, gee, celebrating the wonderful Jew-hating nihilist and mass-murdering psychopaths of Hamass and their Charter an' all their ongoing Islamofascist and leftist plans to demonize, economically destroy and annihilate the Jews and Israel. Like, totally rad, dudes. 

Gee, some of the students were wearing fashionable Jew hatin’ Hamass head slicer scarves. Radically sick, bro. I guess that's why the leftist director of the House of Literature in Oslo and former leader of the RED Electoral Alliance, [no, really] Mr Aslak Sira Myreh the current liar and fraud would call these Hamass pals if even by mere default, the more anodine term of "young political activists", instead of the more ugly yet accurate term for what many and perhaps all, sadly were. But hey, that's The disgusting Guardian via the equally screwy newtpaper 'The Age.'

Yet the endearing mop tops never had the chance to protest against all the rapes of Norwegian women and girls in the last five years being committed by wonderful peace loving Muslim immigrants. Cos’ er, you know, naturally they would have, wouldn’t they, bein’ all feminist an’ all. I’m sure it was on the agenda. Oh, there it is, pencilled. Nope, that says how Hamass are just swell and to get some more Rage Against the Machine downloads.

[Post dedicated to the great Walid Shoebat. Shoebat com.UPDATE: Frontpagemag with incredible Breivik et al insights. Sultankinish with more and more. BRILLIANT video takedown on the radicalisation of Anders Breivik via answeringmuslims com. Hat tip to Jill. UPDATE: Peter Hitchens on the massive anabolic steroid drug taking Breivik.]

Derek and Clive.

Clive: Now here’s an idea. Regards the family background of the all round repellent Anders Breivik, the plastic faced Norwegian mass murderer, psychopath and Thunderbird puppet freakishly devoid of humour..Breiviks is a pro-eugenics, pro-abortion Darwinist racialist, an identity politics spouting welfare state advocate and an oddly self-admitted crippled son of a Euroweenie liberal, socialist feminist mother and the estranged son of a largely absent lefty father. It's hardly your typical er, Christian Church going conservative family type profile like say, the Palin's, is it, Derek?

Derek: He sounds utterly fucking horrible. If it wasn't for this toasted cheese sandwich I'd be filled with despair.

Clive: That's the power of melted cheese, Derek. Clearly Breivik was influenced by the well-known rabble-rousing fringe extremist wackos that he referenced such as er, gee, Abraham Lincoln, Winston Churchill, John F. Kennedy, Andrew Jackson, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, Lao Tzu, John Locke, Rudyard Kipling, George Orwell, Mark Twain, John Stuart Mill, William James and the Founding Fathers etc.

Naturally, we can expect at least a billion more Breiviks at any moment to start screaming out of every reference library. It's those evil books full of historical figures and other people recklessly discussing facts and values. Oh dear, he also referenced Freidrich Nietzche, Marx and Mohammad. So the left have just admitted that Nazism, Communism and Islam are a perfect three-way match. Well, I'll be a Darwinian conundrum.

Derek: The wilful cognitive dissonance of the left sickens me. 'Ere, funny I thought, but a lot of lazy lefty media fuckers have been trying to connect Breivik to the very working class EDL, the English Defence League but 'ere I said, 'ere! The Australian newspaper reported that, and I fucking quote: "He came from an affluent background, shared an Oslo flat with his wealthy mother and went to a middle-class secondary school in the city." I imagine she polished his bottom every Thursday to make it all shiny.

Clive: Quote you do Derek and no, not very lager and crisps is he.

Derek: Hang on a minute! It's just like those wealthy upper middle-class shits of Baader Meinhoff, Patty Hearst and the SLA and the Weathermen etc, fucking ad nauseum.

Clive: Ah, classic nihilist mass murderers of the left as they always have been. I once had a Bill Ayers arsehole ashtray.

Derek: Lovely.

Clive: Coincidentally, Breiviks the mumsy boy, said his shocking crimes were "necessary", which is exactly what the left always say about their own relentless nihilist political ideology of destruction on the way to their creep Utopia yet a road to serfdom for us, and exactly what their hero Che the child killer Guevara said about his endless murder sprees.

Laughably, the dirtbag Breivik now requests a platform to drone on about his witless, uncomprehending psycopathy. As a platform I suggest a high wooden one with a short rope.

Derek: Everyone loves Norwegian wood.

Clive: Not to mention Norwegian rope, Derek. Not to mention smashing in Breiviks knees with a German trench shovel, yet I am a man of peace, Derek. If I am a man of anything it would be peace. Fucking peace is my thing. Call me an old stick in the mud conservative, but I cannot stand mass murdering psychopaths.

Derek: Typical fucking intolerant conservative!

Clive: Exactly, Derek. And here's an interesting fact. The Norwegian island of Utoya, where the next generation of Marxist socialist Jew-hating teens were frollicking until to quote the great Mark Steyn, their "fantasy life completely supported by the system they despise" collided with a criminal and disgustingly unhinged reality, was a er, gee, my my, a FATAH PLO political and terrorist training camp. Another criminal, disgusting and unhinged reality. In fact PLO creeps have had a presense there for around golly gee, fifteen years as you do and all lauded by the idiot dhimmie Norwegian Prime Miniature. What a surprise that Euroweenie socialist twerps and Marxist totalitarians are eager and praising bedpals with Islamfascist terror groups an' all. Er, no. Hey, when Jew haters meet.

And look 'ere Derek, the Islamshits of FATAH/PLO have issued a heart-warming statement of condolences for their teenage "comrades" on Commie Island. Beware of the irony overload, Derek, beware of the overload..
Via Debbie Schlussel: 'BETHLEHEM Fatah/the PLO was founded in part by Yasser Arafat, relative of Hitler’s best buddy, Hajj Amin Al-Husseini, the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem who begged Hitler to speed up the Final Solution of the Jews and export it to the Middle Yeast.

(Ma’an) — Fatah Youth released a statement on Saturday condemning attacks in Norway which have reportedly killed over 90 people.

FATAH: “It is with consternation that we have received the dramatic news of an awful terrorist attack against a summer camp ran by our comrades of Norwegian Labor Youth ‘AUF,’” the statement said.

The Fatah Youth group had taken part in the summer camp in the past on the Island of Utoya, near Oslo, where over 90 people were reportedly killed in a shooting spree on the Island and a bomb attack in Oslo on Friday, news reports said.

“Fatah Youth declares its consternation about the terror attack. There are no words to describe an attack against people that have been our comrades in our struggle for freedom and independence. Very few people have stood by our side as much as the Norwegian people, and particularly our AUF comrades.”

“We know those who have been cowardly assassinated. Those are people that have stood for the human and national rights of the Palestinian people both in Europe and while visiting Palestine.

“Fatah Youth has participated for almost 15 years in the same summer camp and our youth has benefited by learning and sharing experiences on democracy and advocacy for peace and justice.

“We hope that those responsible for this criminal terror attack will be brought to justice. Such sick minds should not have a place in any society."
Clive: And here's a crushing video on the murder and decapitation of the Jewish Fogel Family that shows what the Islamofascist Palestinian idea of 'peace' looks like.

Funny innit Derek, how the leftarded media immediately attacked every conservative blogger, writer, politician and waiter in the world before expressing how much they allegedly naturally care about over ninety murdered teenagers. The left are the go-to creeps for crocodile tears and contrived outrage. They are a mob. They thrive on lies, manipulation, mayhem and the wreckage that they do. Then they instantly move on to a newly useful pet and front, with never an apology for their invariably utter failures. There's a negative side too.

Derek: They sicken me yet I have to listen to the parasitical freaks 24 hours a day. The left believe they are never wrong thus their 100 percent failure rate.

Clive: Exactly. The twerps of the mainstream media say that Breivik the arsehole of the month, is naturally a “fundamentalist Christian” because he followed the dictum of er, “slay them where you find them”. Oddly that’s one of Mohammad’s. Clearly they do not read, especially the truly outstanding objective analytical and research skills of PRODOS on this. Bastards.

Derek: Mohammad. He was fucking ‘orrible. Where’s my cheese sandwich? I was just moulding it into a rough hewn creamcheese nude of Bob Brown. I thought that the more that you followed the words and deeds of Jesus Christ and the fundamentals of Christianity, like the Golden Rule of love your neighbour and treat people as you would want to be treated etc, the nicer you’d be. I thought the more you follow Marxist left radicalism and the words and deeds of Mohammad, the more of a dangerous nihilist lying fuck you'd be.

Clive: Au contraire Derek, it just shows you how wrong you can be if you don’t accept the cognitive dissonant grovelling betrayal and venally opportunistic lies of our leftist betters, Derek. accept the dominant left paradigm, Derek, or they'll smash your face in. The stupid fuckers have ignored the fact that every conservative and conservative group are instantly and naturally repelled by Breivik, and that he acted it appears, alone. There are precisely zero conservative movements based on intimidation, coercion and mass murder. The left and Islam have thousands and always have. It's what they are. But then, conservatives value the freedom of the individual and people above all, while the left and Islamofascists always value absurd and abstract collectivist and tribal ideas over human beings. Now Derek, you’ve heard of the left dominated mainstream media? It was in all the papers.

Derek: Of course! How do you think I got VD? So you mean the dying media. The relentlessly incompetent, grossly lying ideology perverts, fraudulently opportunistic ends justify the means, hideously venal, logical fallacy spouting zombies, dumber than dog hair living dead, cognitive dissonant and laughably irrelevant affluent Invasion of the Body Politic Snatcher asshats of the dominant leftist mob of the MSM? The weirdo bores that will use any pet cause to keep and gain total raw power, to delegitimize any dissent and to annihilate their enemies and advance their dissonant, treasonous ideology? You mean those laughably phony yet spineless lying circus geeks? The delightful clods who try their best to dehumanise Jews, Conservatives and Christians et al?

Clive: As usual you are too kind, Derek.

Derek: I can’t be cruel to a dying medium. Apparently Clive, there's little chance of the average Norwegian being an actual Christ believing Christian if you read this miserable study I was reading in the bog.

Clive: What's in it, Derek? Anything about cheese?

Derek: If fucking only. "In Sweden, church is for 'unbelievers', Three-quarters of Swedes belong to the country's official church but only 15 percent believe in Jesus."

Clive: Hardly a basis for your Christian belief. More like a have your Christ and eat it wankers guild. Which reminds me..

Derek: Funny innit, how after every hourly bag of shit Islamic terror attack that the media don’t report, the same leftist filth take forever to mention gee, Islam, and that’s if they ever do mention it. Then they say they’re not real Muslims and that they are a tiny teeny minority that have hijacked the fun filled love of global Islamic jihad. This is the bleeding opposite of what they do to the virtually once a decade non-Muslim terror attacks. Then it’s anything but the harsh facts, Ma’am. Fuck ‘em all.

Clive: Yes, Derek. Interesting how Islam is so often hijacked by actual hijackers. Well, the neutered lady boys and semi-women of the leftoid media say that Breivik is apparently a Christian and this is based on the fact that he said he is and that he murdered over ninety people.

Thus the usually ridiculous Peter Hartcher can report nevertheless the simple fact that, "..Europol this year reported that there were no right-wing terrorist attacks in Europe last year. There were, however, 45 left-wing and anarchist attacks and 160 separatist attacks..."

Derek: I must have negelected to read the front page of The fucking cunt up your arsehole prick Age on those days, Clive. So the left say that Anders is like er, The Salvation Army, John F Kennedy, The Pope, Jesus and ah, anyone who goes to Church like black Somali Christians then? Stupid turds.

Clive: That’s the logic such as it is in Saul Alinsky and Marxist Critical Theory tactics land, Derek. 15,000 black Ethiopian Jews living free in Israel mean nothing to the left as do millions and millions of Asian and black Christians throughout the world. The left are a mindless demonic mob. Did I tell you how I had a problem getting into the tourist line at The Vatican because the Pope had us pinned down with automatic fire? It’s the Christianity that drives him to it, you see.

Derek: It’s the Pope with a scope!

Clive: I had the same problem with heavy calibre crossfire when I tried to drop off an old pie griddle at the Salvation Army. If it wasn’t for the airstrike, I would never have got past the pile of armless dolls and soiled Twister games.

This is why Albert Einstein, so noted for his free and easy way with the standard patois of Lord Jim Far-East waterfront saloon slang said of journalism, and I quote, that it was “full of stupid collectivist cunts and other Marxist boobs, who would fuck a cancerous pig in a cesspool of shit if it suited their laughably fraudulent socialist control freak house of cards.” End quote.

Derek: Yes, but is George Galloway the snot sucking chimp rapist available?

Clive: At very short notice if there’s a free arse reaming involved. Though I hear Chomsky always brings his own excrement and Guy Rundle at The fucking Age actually is cancer. It’s a little known fact that Rundle, raconteur, skunk molester and Cairo toilet acrobat, has given virtually everyone cancer since 1987. He’s given my Aunt Dolly cancer and as she said to me during her weekly enema cum art installation, “if I wanted to lose control of my bowels and vomit on the couch, I’d subscribe to the fucking Age!” Trundling Rundle is a Marxist twerp and squirrel strangler, which at The Age is CV norm and where it’s entirely cool to follow a totalitarian ideology that has murdered over one hundred million people and counting, based on mass murder, lies, theft, conformity, envy, spite and madness.

Derek: Cunts, they’re all cunts! Arsehole Bundle Rundle used to call me all the fucking time. He asked me what kind of underwear I had on, the dirty fucker. I said you’d like me to tell that wouldn’t you, you shit headed bedpan wearing bastard, just so that you can imagine wearing my Y fronts on your fucking shrunken head, the turd. Clear off Rundle, you stripe assed baboon polisher, I said.

Clive: Ah, the famous Rundle Reamer Gambit. The left care so much, Derek, just not about anyone else, anything factual or anything of actual worth. They notice many things that have never happened but are wilfully oblivious to any relentless and actual moment by moment events of importance. If only any of the over17,000 murderous jihadist terror attacks since 9/11 got so much attention to the lefts imaginary detail. Or massive and organised global Jew hatred say, or North Korea, or The Congo, or Sudan or millions of child brides, or 6,000 genital mutilations a day leaving 120 million Muslim females victims in the world today, or Lebanese rape gangs, or 270 million people murdered over the centuries by Islamic expansion and infiltration or fourteen year-old Charlene Downes being kidnapped, raped, tortured and turned into food by Muslims in Britain etc, etc, etc, etc. Of course it’s not all this wonderful.

Derek: I blame the Anglicans.

Clive: Exactly.

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Karma is a bitch . . . especially for Jew-haters who were Fatah's bitch. You hang out with snakes, you get bitten.

The idea is that the murdered anti-Israeli lefties brought their murder upon themselves.

However, my study of Breivik's "2083" Manifesto indicates that there is no such Cosmic Justice operating here.

Indeed, even Breivik's claimed support for Israel (as well as his claimed support for "Cultural Christianity") is merely a pragmatic device serving a "higher" purpose.

I believe that should the Breivik types get their way and form their "monocultural" ... "European Federation", Israel and the Jews will be next on the chopping block.

What will Debbie Schlussel say then?

Furthermore, the idea that "if you hang out with snakes, you get bitten" is supposed to mean that the Islamists (the "snakes") with whom the Norwegian Left is schmoozing with will ultimately "bite" the Norwegian Schmoozers.

Not that some wilder-eyed more brutally efficient Norwegian will annhialate the the Islamists + the Lefties + those whom both the Islamists actually hate and the middle class Lefties who play the hate-game (i.e. Israel & the Jews).

Don't underestimate the mechanically efficient brutality of the European. The Islamists are amateurs in comparison to the European Killing Machine, should it be stirred from its slumbers. Should it get its taste of blood.

Breivik: " ... we are a relatively cynical/cruel/goal oriented armed resistance group"

Debbie Schlussel doesn't seem to recognise a Rehearsal for Slaughter when she sees it. My guess is that she hasn't actually studied the "2083" manifesto.

That's like talking about Hitler without studying Mein Kampf. And then being surprised by the outcome.

Very stupid.