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Whacking Archive 8 June 2004 Are leftists capable of coherent thought?
"Waaah! Waaah! I'm scared! I have no genitals! It's all their fault!". This is about as deep as Reade's insights into American society ever get. And as for "320 million car users", someone tell weenie-boy that the whole population of the USA is only 293 million.
Hang on, I thought al-Qaeda wanted to destroy us all because we support Israel? Or because we invaded Iraq? Now it's all about Saudi Arabia. And even that - apparently - is the Americans' fault.
Wind. Wave. Solar. Coal. Fantastic choices dude. None of them are alternative fuels for motor vehicles. And I guess Reade didn't have any ancestors who died of black lung disease from coal mining.
So, other than not knowing the difference between powering a house and powering a motor vehicle, Reade's idea of an alternative to using oil is to use oil that cost more to produce. Somewhere
in magic lefty pixieland, this is making perfect sense to someone.
My Californian chum Steve Saporito has started blogging over at Sasha's place. So far, he's taken on John "Munster" Kerry, Canada's toxic hypocrisy and crooked Maine pollies. Go
read his stuff. Or give him money. He's happy either way. Is
it just me, or does Mike
Jericho look eerily like Metallica's James
Hetfield? 7 June 2004 Quite simply, the best world leader since Churchill. Wasn't afraid to call a commie a commie, nor to point out the USA's moral superiority to the Eastern bloc. He
won the cold war. Think about that one lefties, because it's true.
John Malkovich's directorial debut is an unusual beast. Terribly flawed, yet fascinating in many respects.
Based on the real-life story of the hunt for the Shining Path terrorists in Peru, the film begins brilliantly. Rejas and his team are called in to investigate an increasing number of strange incidents. Dead dogs are found hanging from light poles with revolutionary slogans pinned to their bodies. Seemingly pointless assassinations in remote areas of the country increase in frequency and begin targeting government ministers in the capital. Suicide bombers go to their deaths yelling "viva president Ezequiel!". Yet there is no manifesto, no list of demands. Just an increasingly brutal terror campaign directed at the government and its citizens. Malkovich does a good job in laying out the tenous nature of the newly democratic society Rejas is trying to protect. The cops have not received any pay in months. The government continually threatens to impose martial law. Rejas - a highly moral ex-barrister who regards the president as nothing more than a criminal - fights to keep the hunt for Ezequiel within the jurisdiction of the police and the courts. Yet his task seems hopeless. Under-resourced, fighting military interference, and horrified by the ideological lunacy of Ezequiel's followers (many of them seemingly normal teenagers), Rejas' investigation seems to be going constantly backwards. It's a brilliant setup for what could have been a mighty politcal thriller. Sadly, it just doesn't deliver on the promise. Malkovich wastes an eternity on an utterly prosaic romantic subplot between Rejas and his daughter's dance teacher (played snoozingly by Laura Morante). It has zero emotional weight, and seems only to exist to set up a predictable - and rather unconvincing - plot twist in the final scenes. Meanwhile, the fascinating political-thriller-manhunt atmosphere is pissed away. I imagine Malkovich saw the romance as the crucial to the story, as I guess it actually was in Nicholas Shakespeare's novel. Yet it simply does not work in the movie. The emotional impact of the story comes from seeing Rejas' fight to preserve the rule of law in the middle of a vortex of violence and corruption. The romance is not only dull, it's completely unnecessary. Another problem is Bardem. He is handsome, charismatic and a terrific actor, yet he really should have spent more time improving his English, which was woeful. Not normally having a problem with accents, I had to activate the subtitles to decipher his lines. Happily, the supporting cast didn't suffer from this problem. Oliver Cotton as the police chief and Luís Miguel Cintra as the Minister are excellent in small but crucial roles. Juan Diego Botto however looks too much like Penelope Cruz for me to take him too seriously. OK, not really: he was good, but the similarity is eerie. One
last thing: it is nice to see a movie where communist revolutionaries
are portrayed as they really are: violent, psychopathic, murderous thugs. Check
out Silent Running's view of the
D-Day invasion, if it had been covered by today's idiot journalists. No
one link, just go look at the June 6 entries. 31 May 2004
Global Bizarre
Science brings us more of that unshakeable
scientific proof of global warming. German shopping chain Aldi has received the highest recommendation imaginable: a scathing review from The Green Left Weekly.....
Sounds good to me. Oh,
and who else but the pro-starvation Green Left would title a story "The
nightmare of food"? Though, given the organisation's pro-North
Korea stance, it's not surprising. Greenies tend to prefer dead people
to profitable companies. Displaying their usual sub-plankton intellect, the mouth-breathing droolers at aus.motorcycles are bashing George W. Bush....about Chernobyl.
People
this stupid are actually allowed to vote. A few weeks ago, treasurer Peter Costello delivered the federal budget. What I liked: the adjusted tax scales, more dubloons for national security. What I didn't like: everything else. Christ, it was horrible. An orgy of insane spending, giving my bloody tax dollars to people who have kids instead of letting the bastards pay for their own damned children. John Humphreys reckoned it the worst budget he'd ever seen. I was inclined to agree, until I heard Labor's reponse. While
the government's budget was a mass of wasteful electoral bribes, Labor's
budget response bordered on the insane. Latham is somehow going to A)
cut taxes even deeper, B) spend more on everything, C) start a Coast Guard
service, D) sign the Kyoto protocol, while still keeping the budget in
surplus. 20 May 2004 Back-o Took a brief break from blogging for no particular reason. More updates in the next few days, including some DVD reviews, my thoughts on the federal budget, Iraq, and some other stuff. Oh, one more thing: fuck David Hicks. I'm tired of hearing about this stupid cunt and the weenie hands-wringing about his "illegal" detention in Cuba. As far as I'm concerned, he should be shot through the forehead and his carcass used as lunch meat for starving dogs. He decided of his own free will to travel overseas and fight for the Islamic Death Cult. I'm hoping the marines at Guantanamo put a bullet in his head and save the American taxpayer the cost of keeping this little Taliban shithead alive.
This evening while shopping, I overheard following dialogue between a little girl and her father; Girl: Dad, What's chewing gum made out of? Dad: Gum
Some of the more interesting search strings I've found in my web stats...... kristin
kreuk have you ever sucked a dick
Sometimes you encounter leftist paranoia so utterly deranged, so shamelessly depraved, you don't know wether to laugh or cry. The moonbats at aus.politics reckon the video of Nick Berg being decapitated is all a big zionist/USA hoax.
And our current favourite web-nutter Joe Vialls is all over this Zionist deception.
Joe tells us there is no way muslims could commit such an atrocity....
Joe posts pleas for funds on the bottom of every "essay", apparently to defray "massive research costs". Heh. Not quite massive enough, as Joe is under the idea that the fearsome might of Arab air power (snigger) has the Americans and Israelis by the throat, and that the Russians are about to conquer Israel. Joe Vialls: lunacy on a truly cosmic scale. 11 May 2004 Joseph Wakim wishes to inform us we don't need to worry about Islamic extremism and terrorist attacks, because they're all fantasies invented in the racist mind of George W. Bush.
Joseph conveniently ignores how prisoners are treated in Arab jails (where the abuses we've seen in Abu Ghraib would make you a jailer's pet). He's more concerned with proving it's all a big Dubya lie. He knows this because of those wicked American movies:
Right on Joseph. Those whacky American screenwriters. What kind of racist mind does it take to think that Arab terrorists would actually murder thousands of New Yorkers, hijack airplanes and attack American embassies? As Joesph says...
Right. None of this stuff ever happened. Joseph makes the rather strange transition to describing the cover of a book written by Edward Said...
Personally, I'm a little skeptical that Dubya and his Nazi stormtroopers have had their worldview shaped by a French painting from 1880. Maybe, just maybe, the poor image of Arab culture might have something to do with an universal problem in Arab societies of vicious anti-semitism, hatred of women, corruption, honour killings, nepotism, sponsorship of terrorism, and a historical violent hostility toward non-muslim culture? To Wakim, none of these things are important. Everything is the fault of Westerners, or Western misperceptions. Then he has to gall to close with the following...
That's great Joseph. Arab culture was both great and progressive......centuries ago. Wakim cannot point to a single contribution the Arab world has given the human race in the modern age. The Arab world has no democracies. The Arab world produces no contributions toward science, technology or medicine. The Arab world has not one single country where a homosexual can live openly without being killed or jailed. The Arab world has not one single country where women have equal rights. The Arab world sits on a sea of black gold, yet the most population live in poverty. The Arab world allows Protocols of the elders of Zion and the vicious anti-semitic tirades of mad mullahs to be broadcast on state media. The Arab world has universities which seem only able to produce thousands upon thousands of fundamentalist theology graduates, and still requires foreign expertise to run their oil industries. The Arab world focuses its rage on a tiny country full of Jews which has produced a vibrant democracy with rule of law. Yet instead of trying to modernise their society to match it, the Arab world has spent generations attempting to exterminate it. Why? Because they're Jews. With none of the resources and a fraction of the population, the Israelis have produced a society no Arab country has ever come close to. Instead of seeking to improve itself, the Arab world has become consumed by its own impotence and barbarism, and openly seeks to exterminate the entire Jewish population of the Middle East, while not lifting a finger to assist their own population. Despite all this, the Arab world plays the victim. It's all the fault of racist Americans. It's all the fault of Israel. Not until the Arab world faces up to it's own sickness and decay will the West be willing to look on it without fear. Not until the Arab world stops teaching its children to be "martyrs", not until they form a political goal other than the extermination of Jews and westerners, not until they stop the abuse of women, not until they respect liberty and political freedom. Not
until they learn to love their own society more than they hate everyone
elses. Tight finances will prevent me from visiting Sydney this weekend for the Sydney Motorcycle Show. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I really wanted to see the Guzzi
Corsa. 10 May 2004 Why is it that when a white guy calls for the murder of Jews he is condemned without reservations - as, of course, he should be - but when an Arab calls for the murder of Jews people fall all over themselves to "understand" his anger? Thanks
to Damian for this
too.... It's difficult to know how to respond to this skull-shattering stupidity....
If historical examples of government spending and foreign aid are anything to go by, the answer is "very little" Margot...
No suggestions from Margot as to how such "uniting" could have been brought about. The muslim world seems not too concerned when Islamic freedom fighters slaughter a defenceless family, but seemed very upset when a couple of Hamas chiefs got turned into missile chowder. Guess that's all America's fault huh? Still, Margot's not that far off. With just a few alterations to her paragraph, we get this:
It
pays not to ask questions like this though: common sense is generally
a little traumatic for the ideologically correct.
Cantinera
loves fan mail and random adulation. E-mail me some and I'll pass it along
to her.
While the world is going bonkers over some Iraqi prisoners being stripped naked, it seems stories like this aren't worthy of world condemnation:
Lovely
people. Let's give them a country! 6 May 2004 Verbally incontinent muppet loses world title Anthony Mundine - the self proclaimed "world's greatest athlete" and "black superman"- seems to have a lot of problems actually winning against decent opponents.
Mundine also desperately needs to stop the Ali-lite verbal dancing. While Ali had the gift of the gab, Mundine sounds like a brain-damaged drunk trying to recite Tony Robbins. I've rarely heard a non-drinker so completely incapable of putting a coherent sentence together. I remember a TV appearance where he was asked why he wasn't fighting Danny Green, I think Mundine's poetic response went something like: "ya know man, when you get to the top of the valley...you become the mountain and you don't wanna, ya know, ah, be part of the valley looking up at the mountain. When you're Anthony Mundine it's all about being the Mundine and not being back in the valley". Mundine may have speed, strength and agility, but will always be limited by his lack of heart, a deluded ego and a glass jaw. Time
to go back to playing rugby. 2004 has become a wet dream for any performance motorcycle fan, with all four Japanese factories releasing the most potent examples of performance engineering ever offered for sale to the general public, on two wheels or four.
Early this morning, I had the opportunity to test-ride two of these astonishing machines: the all-new Kawasaki ZX-10, and the totally revamped Honda Fireblade. The ZX-10 was first up. The bike that replaced the brilliant-but-venerable ZX-9 creates an extreme impression right from the get-go. The weight on your wrists, the compact dimensions and high footpegs tell you this baby is definitely road-legal racebike. The riding position is certainly not what you'd describe as "comfortable", but it's not too bad, and when you get to this level of no-compromise performance, you pretty much have got to learn to live with it. Besides, if you want comfort and easy vibes, go buy something slow and boring (Harley-Davidson should have something for you). The ZX-10 is about one thing, and one thing only: performance, and lots of it. And believe me, this baby delivers....... Cracking open the throttle on the big Kwak produces crisp, immediate, utterly ferocious, neck-snapping acceleration. I've not experienced anything quite like it. The experience is so addictive you'll find yourself slowing down just so you can crack the throttle open again. The horsepower on tap seems limitless. The bike roared to 100kph before I even had the chance to shift into second gear. There's simply an endless, huge surge of power whenever you twist the wrist. The fuel injection, despite some hunting at low revs, is smooth and predictable, with no drivetrain snatch. Smooth or not, horsepower of this magnitude requires a good degree of throttle control. Open up the taps too soon coming out of a corner, or on slippery tarmac or worn tires, and you're going to find out just how well your helmet works. make no mistake: the ZX-10 will bite you badly if you don't give it the respect it deserves. OK, so it's got a motor, but how does it ride? The riding position places a lot of your weight over the front wheel, which combined with the tight geometry makes for ultra-quick steering. It feels terrific in corners and holds a line beautifully. The suspension is well-sorted and it felt stable over some moderate bumps. I'd have to test it further on some real riding roads before making my mind up about it though. On my short test however, it felt razor-sharp without being twitchy. This aint no cruiser though. Blasting a bike like this through bumpy, high-speed corners is going to get a bit nervous a times, no matter how good a rider you are. There's fine line between a responsive sports chassis and a nervous, unstable bike. But from what I felt, Kawasaki have got the balance just right. What else? The brakes (with those odd-looking petal-shaped discs) are brilliant: progressive but hugely powerful. The instrumentation and switchgear are top-notch, and - amazingly for a sportsbike - the mirrors actually work. You can forget pillions. This thing really is not set up to carry a passenger. But is anyone who buys this bike really going to be looking for good passenger accommodations? The Zx-10. What a bike. An experience of overwhelming power and a knife-edged chassis.
Then came the new Fireblade, which is a rather different kettle of fish. First impressions were good: more legroom and less weight on the wrists made for a more comfortable mount, though the neck still gets pretty sore before too long. The power - whilst impressive - felt a tad anaemic after the loony ZX-10 motor, though as it turned out, this has more to do with the Honda's super-smooth power delivery than any lack of power. The salesman for both bikes told me a dyno test had revealed only a 2hp advantage to the Kawasaki, and that the Honda actually had a better midrange. Well I'll be damned.... What truly impressed about the Honda though was its extraordinary chassis. A high-tech electronic steering damper combined with beautifully sorted suspension components resulted in a bike with outstanding steering, stability, mid-corner tracking and traction. That's the key to the Honda's brilliance: it feels integrated. Every aspect of the bike feels perfectly suited to all the others. While the ZX-10 feels like a barely tamed beast on the razor's edge, the Blade oozes control and confidence. These things are, of course, relative. With it's linear power delivery and refined ride, the Fireblade feels slower, but odds are you'll go faster on it than on the big Z. It's a ball-tearingly quick bike which gives you the confidence to push it hard. You can wind on the power out of a corner without the feeling that the back end will kick out on you. I have no doubt that in any riding conditions, 9 out of 10 riders will go faster on the Honda than the Kawasaki. It's simply an easier, less tiring bike to ride. The brakes and gearbox are top-notch, and as with the Kawasaki, you can forget taking a passenger. The mirrors are not great, and the instruments don't work as well as the Kawasaki's. How about aural appeal? The Kawasaki sounds awesome at full noise, esp. with the aftermarket pipe my test bike had fitted. The Honda sounded wicked too, but the Kwaka gets the nod. Looks? Hmm. The Honda in black looks great, but the other colours are naff. The Kwaka is definitely an eye-grabber, but the nose still looks a little weird for me. The Honda in black it is. Final thoughts These might be the two most brilliantly engineered motorcycles ever made. I also know I wouldn't buy either of them. I'm not looking for a hardcore no-compromise sportsbike. In this age of the Road Safety loons and revenue cameras, I don't see the point in owning an expensive bike which can only be enjoyed when going mental. They're not suited to touring, carrying a passenger, or the daily commute. Having said that, it doesn't mean I don't want these bikes. So, if I could afford to buy a second bike as an occassional weekend blaster, which one would I get? The Honda. The Kawasaki is definitely a more exciting bike with more "character", which would make it more tempting. But my head knows that it wouldn't be long before I'd tire of fighting the bike while really pushing the envelope. The refinement and stability of the Fireblade would enable me to ride fast for longer while staying relaxed enough to really enjoy a day out riding. Then again, I'd still want to ride the Kawasaki. It's the most wonderfully mental bike I've ever ridden. Wanna
be fast? Buy the Honda. 3 May 2004 I'll most likely be in the Harbour City on the weekend of the 15-16th May, visiting the Sydney Bike Show. Hopefully,
the Ducati stand will have these
on display. They're certainly sexier than the ugly
lumps they been releasing for the last six years. I'm curious to see how these Castro-worshipping imbeciles will put a spin on this story:
All 10 were arrested on March 4, 2002, when they tried to visit an independent journalist who claimed to have been beaten by police and was taken to a Ciego de Avila hospital. Apparently, one of the crimes they committed was 'disrespect for authority'. They're in jail because they criticised the The Great Leader and his workers' paradise. Nice. Not that this makes any difference to the sort of people who inhabit the Green Left. When you define people who flee a totalitarian state as terrorists, it's no great leap to support the jailing of people who have the temerity to criticise Ol' Whiskers and His Perfect State. Christopher Hitchens is right: the soft left is, at its heart, a fascist ideology. (links
via Vigilant TV)
I see the big, heroic muslim warriors have butchered a defenceless woman and her children. A beautiful family, murdered by mindless muslim animals.
Another act of "resistance" from those peace-loving Palestinians. Don't expect too much condemnation coming from the world community about this. The Islamist bastards were swiftly killed by IDF troops, showing that the Assholes for Allah are pretty good at butchering children, yet are fearsome as butterflies when it comes to fighting soldiers. Memo to Israel: do not surrender one inch of land to these vermin. Hunt them down and kill them. Every single jihadist prick. No negotiation, no surrender, no deals, no compromise. And kill Arafat while you're at it. It's way overdue. Dave
has more
to say on these matters.
If you're an unhinged, lunar-right crackpot in this country, your only print outlets are wack-job publications like Lock, Stock and Barrel. If you're an unhinged, lunar-left crackpot, you get published by The Sydney Morning Herald. Ever
noticed how just much the left hate the general public, because the evil
populace just don't know what's good for them? Via Scott, a list of "classic" books. The one's I've read are in blue, the ones I started but was too bored to finish are in pink. 1984,
George Orwell Hey Victorians, take a look at what your tax dollars are paying for in Brackistan. I only wish I could be in Mebourne tomorrow to participate in a well-aimed act of public urination. Given
the history of insanity of the Victorian Labor party, this sort of thing
doesn't exactly surprise me. 29 April 2004 Good old fashioned junk mail is so over, man. To be truly hip, today's spam requires the supreme cool of unintelligibility. Here are some of the more mysterious spams to hit my inbox recently... prom
convenient mallet burnt meniscus eI Whatever
happened to good old-fashioned Nigerian money-laundering scams? I knew this would happen. I find the world's best Chinese restauarant, and one month later they change management, chef, and menu. The Oriental Express is now mostly Malaysian food, which isn't to my taste at all. Goddamnit! Thanks
to reader Mark for sending me some background info on the new arrangement.
Anyone wanna buy a fabulous LCD projector? You get to watch your DVDs, videos or sporting events on a screen two metres wide.... or even bigger if you have the room. It's an NEC MT-600, in great nick and everything works. Comes with manuals, remote control and dust cover.
Trust me, you'll never watch movies on your TV screen again. If
you're in Aus and interested, e-mail me at tex {at}
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Set
in an unnamed Latin American country in "the recent past", Javier
Bardem stars as Rejas, a policeman caught up in the hunt for a revolutionary
marxist (ie. terrorist) known only as "Ezequiel".
Anyway,
yeah, got married. I don't feel different, which is good. It's like
getting your period, really -- you are different, but you don't really
notice it, except when you have to go get tampons. This time I have
paperwork and tax cuts.
Mundine
- the man who wants so desperately to be Muhammad Ali, only he lacks the
strength, speed, chin and wit. Being world champ involves more than trying
to sound like an LA Gangsta rapper, converting to Islam and fighting ageing
bums. Just because you want to be Ali doesn't make you Ali. He's also
been dodging his strongest opponent - Danny Green - for two years now.
A loss to Green would deep-six his career and ruin his self-image.
