Robert Mugabe is still at it;
No need to worry about
him though. Malcolm Fraser said he's a stand-up bloke.
Middle East "expert" Bobby Fisk - currently in between Osama ejaculations - is doing his standard riff from the anti-american songbook: ie. when asked to discuss the war on terror, talk about something else.
In his opening, Bobby asks
and he closes
In the meat of the article, Fisk outlines allegations that the west - back in 1980 - provided Saddam with the ingredients for poison gas to use against 5,000 civilians. These allegations are probably credible given Hussein's past activities and raise yet again the relevant topic of the consequences of supporting tinpot dictators who wear a correct ideological stripe.
But as usual with Fisk, there are motives at play, and they have nothing whatever to do with concern for Saddam's victims. Fisk's concern for human rights abuses stretch only as far as they used as examples of American or Israeli tyranny. It's the same here, as he produces his favourite terminally illogical loop: because the West did the wrong thing back then, they shouldn't be allowed to do the right thing now.
As usual, Fisk provides no solutions to the Iraq issue (has he ever suggested any solution in the middle east other than the total surrender of Israel?). No ideas, no suggestions, only the endless psychojabbering loop of americans are evil, we should hate them instead!
You will find no analysis of the considerations of realpolitik that lead to the west supporting Saddam in the first place. To Fisk, the USA's realpolitik is the equivalent of Saddam's genocide. There is also no acceptance whatsoever in his mind that even if the USA had done a great, deliberate evil in supporting this madman, that this gives them a greater responsibility to remove him. Fisk wants it all ways at once - moral indignation at one-time american support of Saddam, but a refusal to allow them to make amends.
In the Fiskworld, the only proper approach to foreign policy is to show America, Israel and their allies as the bad guys in Fisk's own infantile geopolitical fantasyland soap-opera. The suffering of those under Saddam's barbaric rule, the sponsorship of terrorism, the potential for weapons of mass distruction - these are all acceptable problems for Fisk, serving as they do as endless "see? look what this one-time American stooge has done!" examples. There is no Middle East problem Fisk is not willing to tolerate, provided it meets this criteria.
Insofar as his voice
is listened to as one of expertise and reason in Middle East issues, Fisk
is not just an idiot, but a psychopath.
saturday: get up at 8.30am (ack!!). Ride to meet a bunch of other riders. We then ride to Parliament House, where hundreds of riders are gathered to participate in this year's Xmas Toy Run. Essentially, a lot of motorcycle riders to a parade run through the city, and dump a huge load of toys, food and money in the middle of the mall in town. It all benefits the Smith Family and the Salvation Army. All good fun, well it would have been if our stupid police escort hadn't decided to lead the pack at thirty kilometeres per hour. We were going so slowly we were literally at walking pace for some of it. Idiots
After the festivites I go with a group of 4 other bikes for a ride thru the Cotter Nature reserve, stopping for a quick snack and drink at the Cotter Pub, where we met the world's rudest publican.
Spent the rest of the lazy day on the PC and watching a bunch of my new DVDs
sunday: Got up 8.30 again (ack!!), meet my brother and we do the 140km ride to Nimmitabel, where my bro' picks up some new boots, and then we go back home. Nice day for a ride, and we had a great feed there & back at the East End Cafe in Cooma. The best place to stop for some grub if you're a motorcyclist.
Tonight, the whole family went to the Hellenic Club for dinner. Had fried calamari, a delicious Steak Diane + chips, oh, and lots of beer.
As for blogging, there's
nothing. No dumb articles to whack, or anything. Jeez, isn't the internet
is supposed to give me the goods?
I'd care a lot
more if I gave a shit
I don't subscribe to Usenet newsgroups, though I do peek into them occassionally through Google. Aus.politics - for example - offers an entertaining window into the minds of barking mad loonies from all sides of the political spectrum.
But this week, some unexpected political entertainment from the aus.motorcycles newsgroup. Click the link and look for the "Saddam about to be Saddamised" thread: a treasure-chest of sub-juvenile America-bashing. I posted under the name "Mr. Elephant", though I pretty much gave up following/posting-to this thread early on.
Still, it's a great illustration of the hypocrisy and insecurity of the hate-America brigade. And how USA-bashing is the most fashionable way for lefty delusions and cultural insecurities to pose as indepedent thought.
Not to mention how much fun it is to give them a poke ;)
Go ahead, it's your
reading assignment for the day......
okay, you're a
guy - what's with the naked chicks on rollerskates thing?
It's nice to know Australia isn't the only country in the world with utterly clueless writers incapable of even rudimentary research.
Tim Blair dissects this gem of an article in The Guardian by Rod Liddle, which carries the predictable holier-than-thou pommie leftie wank - you know evil australian racists supporting evil american warmongers get what they deserve at the hands of brave third-worlders.
Liddle's moronic screed
of bald-faced lies, distortions, non-research and terrorist-appeasment
advocacy is so full of howlers it's amazing he even got the name of the
Brian closes with this;
Not just you Brian.
Not just you.
O that thou wouldest be pursued into the mountains by sex-mad baboons, O ye sulphurous nonentity!
Dave Sims seems pretty agitated recently about the Australian High Court's internet defamation decision. Probably for good reasons. The sillyness, however, runneth over big time here;
Glass houses, stones
and the rest.......
The Sydney Morning Herald's Heckler section - the place where readers can get their own exciting column published - today published this hysterical rant against the Rolling Stones' upcoming tour.
The author - some knob by the name of Henry Everingham - does a depressingly familiar Rock Writer riff - raging against people choosing for themselves what they want to listen to rather than adopting the correct cultural pose. In other words, complain about everything other than the reason people would attend a Stones show: the music.....
No, but what the fuck is it to you, dickface? My money, my choice. And you seem terribly worried about how old and popular they are, rather than focusing on the only question that matters - are they any good?
And go and read Henry's next two endless, raving paragraphs. I think they had something to do with media hype, and lots of angry bluster about old geezers. Again, not a heck of a lot about whether or not the music is worthwhile.
And here I was thinking this was about people going to watch a rock-n-roll show. But no - this is about image. The trap of the sanctimonious rock writer - the real talent and musicians of integrity vs. the terror of people using their own money to watch an old, bloated corporate rock band.
Henry is probably the kind of guy who reads lots of books & Masters dissertations about Kurt Cobain, the iconic real rock n' roll rebel who wrote maybe six good songs, made millions of dollars, then basically whinged non-stop about the horrors of popularity and large bank accounts before doing us all a favour and blowing his own head off.
Nirvana may have been
the most overrated band in rock history. One promising initial release,
then the good-but-not-that-great nevermind, then the utterly godawful
In Utero. Then Cobain gives himself the finger. So, one album worth
of good material and a lot of tedious hypocritical pronouncements about
rebellious rock-n-roll romanticism before committing suicide is enough
to ensure years of dewy-eyed worship from overgrown teenagers who seriously
need to get themselves a life.
Being a Cobain worshipper
though - either then or now - was your ticket to oh-so-righteous street-cred
and hipsterism. In other words, the listening to shit music made by sanctimonious
dickheads for the sake of pose value. Makes you wonder which crowd
is truly the mindless sheep, eh Henry?
The Good Professor
has a bunch
of fine posts about the SIEV-X affair (you know, the foreign unseaworthy
people-smugglers' boat that sank in foreign waters and yet was somehow
the fault of the Australian government)
Andrea Harris has
very entertaining kick in the gonads to raving socialist headcase
Jonathan Neale and his howler
of an article What would a socialist society be like? It's
simply frightening a grown man is capable of such uttery infantile ideas.
Thankfully, Andrea saves me the effort of ripping this loony a new one.
My answer is no.
Though it'd be funny
to stick them on the helmet of some tough-guy Harley wankers.
Stephen Dawson (fellow Canberra libertarian and my designated driver last friday) offers some comments.............
I agree with this.
I still think it worth a try if it gives pause to some islamoloony intent
on harm. Let's make the bastards sweat a little at least.....
If you haven't seen
it already, check out the "best of" Margot Kingston's nonsensical
babblings, as provided by Tim Blair. The fact that this dingbat can
keep paid employment at The Sydney Morning Herald pretty much tells you
everything you need to know about that newspaper.
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