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- Thaddeus Tremayne.
Bolty had a great wrap-up of that hysterical non-event.
Meanwhile in Canberra, at a bar in Kingston, the outdoor smoking area had a half-dozen large bar-heaters going at full blast to warm the patrons. The music system was playing mighty loud as well. I don't think there was much energy conservation going on that evening.
Still, it made the usual crowd of enviroweenies feel cuddly about themselves. Feelings being more important than reality to those clowns.
Our newest useless public servant: the "petrol price commissioner" Pat Walker:
No they don't, you vacuous imbecile.
The consumer has no rights whatsoever other than to get the product he/she paid for.
I'll make it simple for the idiots out there: nobody has a right to what someone else produces. They have no right to know how the price was formulated. You see a price, you decide if you want to buy. You think it's too expensive? Don't buy it.
It is very telling of course, that this clown - despite his howling about "lack of transparency" - doesn't mention in his entire wretched article that the biggest cut out of each litre of petrol goes straight into government coffers.
Welcome to the capricious and hypocritical modern welfare-state mentality: the owner of a product is criminalised for setting a price for what is theirs, while the thieving government bastards take their own massive chunk while having the utter gall to complain about high prices.
Mr. Walker, I hope you choke on whatever government cock you are sucking.
Here's the film which is sending The Religion of Peace into another seething rage, and likewise prompting simpering politicians the world over to blubber apologies left and right. Local appeasement clown Antony Lowenstein is in a huff over it too:
The film, of course, merely quotes muslims and the Koran.
I couldn't be happier seeing the public relations mess the vermin in Beijing are getting themselves into. John Derbyshire has a wonderful post on the subject:
Indeed. May the world rub humiliating poo in the faces of those mass-murdering Chung Kuo bastards.
As I've said many times, I'm not into cruisers, but I'd love to have a blast on Suzuki's m109:
I followed one for a while coming back from the 2006 MotoGP race at Phillip Island. It looked fantastic, had some serious acceleration and generally looked like a more fun piece of kit than most of the big, wobbly class.
Yes, Zimbabwe's economy has collapsed, there is hyperinflation, starvation, repression and murder.
So, how's that "redistribution" working out, commie vermin?
...and speaking of Mugabe, how incompetent do you have to be to lose a rigged election?
Can-Am's intriguing Spyder has finally been released in oz.
For a while, I was considering getting one of these as a long-distance tourer and two-up machine.
Then I saw the price tag: nearly $30k with on-road costs.
This is from a machine which only costs $14,995 in the USA. Seems an excessive level of mark-up, even when importation costs are taken into account.
One of the problems is that the Spyder needs quite a bit of fettling to turn it into a decently fun road mount. The standard suspension is apparently so slushly that the stability control kicks in and slows the trike around even gentle corners, due to the fact it wallows so badly. An aftermarket company in California makes sports shocks for the spyder which apparently solves the problem, but you're now adding $2-3k to an already overpriced machine.
Then there's the crummy and overpriced aftermarket products from Can-Am: my favourite being a rear-mounted "luggage rack" that you can't tie anything to. Brilliant idea, idiots.
For just a few grand extra, you can get a real trike, and an aussie-made one at that:
That's a Panther Trikes Sportster.
One of the most spine-tingling "nature" moments ever filmed:
For my money, this is the hands-down winner: The Morbidelli V8
Yes, this monstrosity was actually intended for production looking just like this. And for a paltry $60k USD.
Sameer Kumar has more on the Morbidelli.
Nothing has been as hideous as that Italian mutant, but BMW tried its best with the R1200CL:
What were these people smoking?
It's difficult to fathom the level of delusional madness required to write something like that.
Following on from his form last year, MotoGP world champion Casey Stoner has obliterated the opposition in the first night-time grand prix in Qatar.
Valentino Rossi, the...er... "greatest rider of all time", finished fifth. Soundly walloped by MotoGP debutant and team-mate Jorge Lorenzo.
What will those poor Rossi bukkake-monkeys have to use for an excuse this time?
This year, Rossi got the Bridgestone tyres he wanted, which supposedly gave Stoner an unfair advantage last year. So it aint the tyres.
He got stomped by his rookie team-mate on the same bike, so it aint the bike.
He got beaten by another rookie, Dovizioso, so it aint beginner luck from Lorenzo.
So, howler-monkeys, have at it. What was the reason the "greatest of all time" got his arse handed to him, yet again?
I'll be in Melbourne from April 5th-9th.
Any of you Victorian bloggy types up for a beer?
The best movie monologue of all time
From Other People's Money (1991).
The Scene: a final stockholder meeting to determine the fate of a dying company, New England Wire & Cable.
Two men take the stage in turn to make their case: company chairman Andrew Jorgenson (Gregory Peck) and Corporate raider Lawrence Garfield (Danny De Vito).
Jorgensen goes first, with a speech to warm the heart and stir the soul:
The crowd cheers. In most movies, this is the point where the mushy music would begin, the heartless corporate lizards would crawl off in disgrace, and the happy ending would occur.
But then, something remarkable happens. For once, reason triumphs over mawkish Hollywood sentimentality, when Larry the Liquidator takes the microphone and delivers his devastating riposte.
Spent the weekend of the 2nd March down at The Island, watching the World Superbike races. The racing was rather dull, but the weather was beaut, and much fun was had getting drunk with a particular bunch of degenerates.
The ride down was fun, but marred by heavy roadworks on the normally awesome Cooma-Bombala run, and then by rain and ultra-slippery road on the Cann River highway. Here's a random photo taken at Orbost. The bloke on the other bike is BikeMe webmaster Alan Moon.
The ride back was better, though I was very lucky to evade a much higher police presence. My blessed VTR is a superb long-distance mount.
It seems old melon-head in Venezuela is fucking things up royally.
Not that this will register with the usual imbeciles, who still regard poverty-stricken totalitarian Cuba as a paradise on earth. After all, poverty is unimportant once the correct feelings are in place.
Proving that there's no bunch of homicidal thugs he's not in love with, here's John Pilger:
Had Pilger been writing in WW2, he'd have been cheerleading for Waffen SS, and praising National Socialist wealth redistribution.
My favourite photo of Pilger says it all:
Poor old prune-face has never recovered from the loss of his beloved.
Silly fellow. You'd have been much better off under the benevolent regime of the anti-gun crowd. The police would have been very professional at cleaning up the corpse of you and your child. And you'd have the satisfaction of knowing your death was part of creating a safer society.
Then again, maybe you should have just shot the cunts and cleansed the gene pool. I for one would have cheered.
I'm busy with some stuff tonight, so here's a picture of a steak:
I need to get the DVDs of this show
Dear readers, for your pleasure, here is Duckman's epic rant about modern life.
I can't believe that lump of tedious wannabe-cutting-edge crap called Family Guy has millions of fans while Duckman lies axed and forgotten.
You people have no taste.
I had one of these for the day on Friday: the Kawasaki Vulcan 900 Classic.
Colour me amazed: I actually liked riding this bike. No really.
Firstly, the ergonomics are spot-on, and by that I mean perfect. The seat is comfy, supportive and in just the right spot, as are the footboards, handlebars and switchgear.
The engine, which has a feeble 50hp on paper, has plenty of torque for the highway, with enough thrust for the bustle of traffic. The response from the injected lump is silky-smooth, and creates a gorgeous note, even with the strangled standard pipes. Gearbox/clutch action is smooth and positive with heel-n-toe shifters to go with the footboards.
Of course, no crusier is going to handle well, and this one certainly doesn't. However, unlike many cruisers, it doesn't wobble like a bowl of goddamned jelly any time you get it slightly off vertical. Be aware of its limitations, and there'll be no problems.
Quality of finish & build looks high. This is a classy product, and one I'd be happy to spend many lazy highway hours on. There's a lovely vibe just going down the highway on this thing.
Nice bike. I'll be damned.
For those Futurama fans who have the Region 4, Season 2 DVDs, there's a rather amusing 'feature' you may want to check out.
Select the episode "How Hermes Requisitioned His Groove Back", and skip toward the end where Hermes sings his 'born to be a bureaucrat' song.
Listen to it in its entirety, then go back to the start of it.
Select the French language audio track and play the song again. Gaze and listen with amused horror at perhaps the most incompetent attempt at musical translation in the history of showbusiness.
It sounds like it was recorded by people who had no idea that they were actually supposed to be singing.
If there was any doubt as to the utter moral depravity of pro-Jihadist 'intellectual' Norman Finkelstein, this interview should pretty much settle it. The man is openly wishing for the civilised democracy of Israel to be beaten by the psychotic Islamic fundamentalists of Hezbollah.
What a low-rent scumbag.
While I'm usually in favour of anything which pisses off the Russians, I can't see how the new "independent" Kosovo can be considered a good thing. A bunch of foreign muslims setting up an enclave on Serbian soil, inventing a 'Kosovar' identity (hey, it worked for the 'Palestinians') and turning it into their own little narco-Islamist country? Yeah, this is gonna turn out real well.
I'm on the Serbians' side on this one folks. Fuck knows why the retards in Washington are taking sides in this, beyond some half-arsed attempt to get moral currency with the muslim crowd. And we've seen how well that's worked in the past, haven't we?
Destroy your favourite website
(Thanks to Bly for the link)
Dear Dr. Nelson, please tell this wailing hag to go jam it up her ass.
BTW, has anyone yet been able to find someone from this 'stolen generation'? Just curious....
Well, this is interesting. The Chavez-worshipping Green Left Weekly has finally admitted their latest socialist paradise is experiencing food shortages.
Food shortages? In the socialist revolutionary paradise of Venezuela?
Could it be that Fuhrer Chavez isn't quite the miracle worker he seems? Well, the Green Left Weekly scoffs at such questions. The shortages - which have only come in since Chavez was in power - were in fact created by - get this - the brilliant economic policies of Chavez combined with wicked capitalist media outlets creating discontent:
Yeah, wealth creating food shortages. It's a well known problem somewhere I'm sure. Read the whole piece, it's a treasure trove of the bizzaroworld logic of the socialist mind.
A few more years of Chavezism should solve the problem, and Venezuelans will finally enjoy the quality of life experienced by their more fortunate comrades in Cuba and Zimbabwe.
Cuba is the most democratic nation on Earth, because the commies say so:
The Communist Party of Australia concludes:
What can one really say in the face of such lunacy?
Personal hygiene isn't the only shortcoming the far-left suffers from. A passing knowledge of history is another. Here's the Green Left Weekly celebrating that magnificent communist victory at the Tet Offensive.
Actually, to anyone who actually researches the Tet Offensive, the only thing the North Vietnamese "stunned" people with was their staggering incompetence on the battlefield.
I tell lefties this all the time, and they are inevitably reduced to a screaming rage.
Over to you, Colonel Bui Tin:
Walter Cronkite did more damage to the American military than the North Vietnamese Clown Army ever managed.
Generation Y mannequin Naomi Klein takes on Milton Friedman.
It's a little like a chimpanzee doing a critique of Stephen Hawking.
Tim Blair discovers the ideal post-cancer therapy: hats of wonder.
What was that about 'stupid yanks' again?
Mine is not the one pictured, though it's the same colour. Mine has a special custom-built high-rise Woolf exhaust cans, a Ventura rack, smaller indicators, DNA performance air filter and aftermarket grips.
Rode it back from Melbourne two weekends ago. A wicked piece of kit.
Peanut butter disproves evolution
Behold the mighty intellect of creationists.
I'm amazed these retards can dress themselves without help.
Spent the long weekend in Australia's "Crown Jewel".
As I was waiting to cross at a set of lights in Edgecliff, the bare-chested squeegeeman suddenly went into a violent vomiting fit, barfing up an entire swimming pool of orange gutgoop.
Without bothering to clean up, he went back to work after deciding he'd talk to me.
...and with that, vomitman started cleaning more windscreens.
This kind of encounter seems to happen all the time when I'm in that city. Previous trips have produced screaming geriatric midgets in tooth fairy outfits, screaming drunken aborigines demanding I get away from their sacred park bench, a beggar in a tuxedo, a mad jamaican woman demanding the removal of all "black peppers" from her KFC burger, and now the happy vomiter.
I must be a magnet for freaks.
Time flies by
Sheeeit. I guess I'd better update this thing. The next update won't take so long. Promise.
Scenes from the Ensham Mine near Emerald Qld....
These are deep holes, people.
That is an absolute shitload of water.
Thanks to SpottedQuoll for these remarkable photos.
...at the brilliance of North Korean motorcycle design: The fearsome Pugang!!!!
124cc of tyre-shredding power and the finest North Korean engineering slave labour can buy.
Make sure you also check out the brand new & exciting "Business opportunities in Korea" page, and see the Juche-licious opportunities that await investors in the DPRK...
They're really not kidding about the last part.
This place has the best Indian food I've had in my life...and I'm a serious fan of Indian food.
The Kashmiri lamb curry with paratha bread is the food of the gods. Those who doubt me are idiots.
Saw this on a bike forum...
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