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Whacking Permalink Archive 21 June 2005 I hate the flu. I'd
rather be in a dental office.
Dick Neville before he dicks you Australia's favourite dessicated moonjuice freak has returned with another collection of jumbled paragraphs: •
Howard and Bush are Nazis Oh, and he fills us in on the latest Greenhouse Effect Nazi American Holocaust:
Well, that settles that then. (Pacific islands are 'sinking'?) As usual, Richard The Futurist tells us about the future:
I'd love to see the UN cabbage monkeys try that one, wouldn't you?
Richard,
I think your frontal lobe is suffering anal reflux.
Book review: James Ellroy's Black Dahlia James Ellroy - the author of LA Confidential and other hard-boiled crime noir epics - is undoubtedly one of the literary world's most self-absorbed knobs (and that's really saying something). Every one of his works has caused much pants-wetting in book reviewers worldwide, who love his hard-edged, unsentimental writing style. I finally decided to see what all the fuss was about, and picked up this book. It really has only one fault: Ellroy can't write for shit. So enamoured is Ellroy by his own drool, that he spends an eternity fussing over period detail, 50's cop lingo, graphic details of sexual crimes, and pretty much everything not related to the characters (who remain dull and opaque to the very end), or the narrative (about 20 pages of story in a 380 page novel). The lead character is so boring, so badly fleshed out, you don't give a shit about anything that happens to him, and his motivations remain a mystery throughout. The same applies to pretty much every other character too. Some of the plot twists and the final explanation are truly ridiculous. I'd
advise the guy to hire an editor, and pull his head of of his arse and
write some actual stories. Except I'm never gonna read one his crappy
novels ever again, so I don't much care what he does.
Book review: Mark Kram's Ghosts of Manila Muhammad Ali: black icon, visionary, devout muslim, poet, street intellectual, voice of the people, civil right hero, consciencious anti-war thinker. Yeah, right. Try racist, serial liar, backstabber, bully, idiot, adulterer, coward, hypocrite, raving loon, stooge, publicist for murderous tyrants and bad father. This is the impression you're left with after finishing Mark Kram's devastating polemic against the ex-heavyweight champ. Kram, a one-time writer for Sports Illustrated who spent many hours in Ali's company, delves into the long-lasting blood-fued between Ali and his nemesis Joe Frazier. The book actually doesn't have much to say on this, other than examining Ali's bigoted, sociopathic psyche. It is more a full-frontal assault on the mindless cultural deification of Ali, a man who could not be less worthy of such worship. Ali, needless to say, happily played a part in this myth-making. Kram's book certainly isn't perfect. He occassionally lapses into long-winded psychobabble when discussing the Ali-Frazier fights, and fails to detail the side of Ali's personality even Kram admits was "generous". Still, it's a devastating critique of Ali mythology and his sycophantic & gullible cultural allies (Norman Mailer, he's looking at you). Recommended.
The rescue of Douglas Wood has made the leftoids on usenet go insane with rage:
and this:
the same fellow also said this:
Throw in some conspiracy theory:
And this:
Steve
Edwards brings us some more charming leftie reaction.
Gibbering ultra-conservative loon Adam Yoshida - who once described homosexuals as a "threat to national security" - gives us his opinion on Deep Throat guy Mark Felt:
The reason for Yoshida's brain-fart? Apparently, Felt was responsible for the communist victory in North Vietnam and the Iranian revolution. What's
wrong Adam? That time of the month?
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