Daily Diatribe

Those thieving bloody Americans- pinch your product then give you nothing and take you nowhere. Been picked up by Rantburg again; ’bout time them ‘ol boys started paying royalties.

I know I recommended that Phillip Adams (pictured, in his role as converter of capital to crap)
be eaten by wild dogs for his odious bean counting of bodies in Iraq as further justification of his (and many others) continued idiotic bleating about the liberation of that aforementioned rancid piece of real estate, but Phatty has had his come-uppance delivered in a much better form than consumption by canines- a full-blooded fisking by Christopher Hitchens.

He doesn’t miss him, and let’s face it, how could he? If shooting fish in a barrel is regarded as unsporting, what’s the view on lining up a whale in a bucket of its own shit, with a TOW missile?

***UPDATE***See what happens when you turn over a rock? All manner of nasty things scurry around in the light.

At least we know this election won’t be boring- not with the number of complete fruitcakes throwing their macrame’ andean beanies in the ring. Much to the relief of dedicated prosecutors, Adelaide marxist and former magistrate Brian “franchise for the animation-impaired now!” Deegan has resigned from the bench and announced an interesting platform:-
Mr Deegan, who resigned as an Adelaide magistrate to run as an independent in the federal election, questioned why Defence Minister Robert Hill and Foreign Affairs Minister Alexander Downer did not serve in the Vietnam War.
Mr Deegan, who will contest Mr Downer’s Adelaide Hills seat of Mayo, said no federal cabinet members had served in war.
“I regard our cabinet as cowards,” said Mr Deegan, whose son Josh was killed in the Bali bombings in October 2002.
“I don’t believe there is anybody in John Howard’s federal cabinet that has been remotely near war, not remotely.
“If people went to war for themselves and had first-hand knowledge of the horrors of war, I think they might be just a little bit more reluctant to cause a war.”
Why hasn’t the world media picked up on this scoop? Apparently the Gulf War was caused by Alexander Downer and Robert Hill, not the activities of the crazed, irrational and murderous Ba’athist regime in Iraq; when are they going to be dragged in chains in front of the International Court of Justice?
The bastards; here was me thinking it was all down to the obstinate refusual of Saddam and his corrupt cronies to comply with UN resolutions to disarm, but it was in fact a cunning ploy to increase the budgets of Defence and Foreign Affairs. My vote goes to the looney with the bad haircut and the portable shrine.

Here’s another newsflash, Brian- in WW1 John Curtin was a militant anti-conscriptionist and conscientious objector; that explains why he so easily sent other people’s children off to battle the Japanese, who after all were only asserting their right to pan-Asian economic equality, market access and were demolishing the horror of European colonialism. Strangely enough, Hitler, Stalin, Tojo, Mussolini, Mao and Saddam were all veterans; not only were they quite happy to send other people’s kiddies off to war, they also tended to start them. Bit of a logical anomaly there, Brian; as a former jurist, aren’t you supposed to make decisions based on evidence?

There’s probably enough ratbags as fruity as Deegan around to set up a party, and here’s a suggestion for a name; the Two Dicks Party- we couldn’t have gotten this silly playing with one.

I’ve been dissed by Niall!

I suppose non-descript is still an improvement on turgid, self-important, boring, inane and ideologically prehistoric.

I always find it amusing that those so keen on a caring and sharing society are usually those with the least to contribute to the sharing side of things. I don’t mind caring and sharing per se’; I just hold to the foolish notion that it should be up to me who I care about and share with, not dictated by faceless bureaucrats and self-serving political parasites.

BTW- this is the item that excited Ol’ Black Magic. An item critical of Andrew Bolt- now I know how Mandy Vanstone feels- let out a gang of illegal immigrants out to sponge off welfare and set up terror cells, and the dribbling dingbats call you cynical! Sheesh- there’s no pleasing these trotskyite ‘tards.

So why bother trying?

Protection policy proponent Toni Collette is stuggling to find work in Australia, but fortunately manages to be employed by evil American cultural hegemons to a degree that enables her to splash out A$5 mill on a North Shore mansion- hopefully it is equipped with a garrett for her to starve in, and maintain her artistic credibility.

If you ever had any doubt that actors, artists and other self-appointed cultural elities are the most vacuous, self-important, self-indulgent and just downright wastes of valuable oxygen, have a read of this puff piece from the Herald on the above-mentioned national treasure; here’s some highlights:-
Connie And Carla (which opens on August 5) is expected to do OK in Australia, although it didn’t fly in the US, which Collette describes as “the land of the free but with issues”. Who paid for your four houses, you talentless slapper?
” Mum is Judy Collett, who worked for a courier firm, while her dad, Bob, was a truck driver. Toni added back the extra “e” in Collette, which her grandfather had removed, because she decided, at age 14, that it sounded better as a stage name. Then she chose to leave school at 16 because she didn’t believe it was helping her career. Like she had a future in merchant banking. Funny she added the “e” just when wog roles were booming.
Collette now has three houses - four if you count the stone gatehouse in Ireland that she bought in a moment of “pure romanticism” and is now trying to sell. Today, her homes are a newly purchased $5 million Spanish-style mansion in Sydney’s Bellevue Hill, a beach pad in Tamarama (which at press time she was preparing to put on the market) and the rural retreat two hours south of the city, where, in January last year, she wed drummer Dave Galafassi in a Buddhist ceremony that lasted an entire weekend. “It was such a high,” Collette says, still beaming at the memory, “not just for the bride and groom; everyone was high on love.” With a little help from the bucket bong- a wedding gift from her Bogan rellos from Blacktown (and the Peruvian marching powder for her Hollywood hangers-on); a Buddhist ceremony- how tantric.
I have more of a neutral base and people aren’t so judgmental when they’re thinking of me for a part [because] there’s no one definite image of what I am.” Hollywood, and the circus that surrounds it, places heavy demands on women on screen and off but Collette says she feels fine. “The older I’m getting, the more relaxed I feel about being on the planet and I think that makes you beautiful, when you’re at ease with your life. There’s an energy people pick up on. I’m coming into a time when I can play prettier characters and perhaps bring some depth to them.” Hollywood sounds like such a drag- you could always put your money where your voluminous trap is and blow off trading with the US and become the new Brand Power girl, flogging cat food, and maybe the odd extra role in Blue Heelers.

Why the fuck does anyone take what these airheads have to say seriously?

Slatts has an idea that may help Toni out of her angst-filled misery, and all of us out of ours from having to listen to the daft cow.

Like a latter-day Laurel and Hardy (if Stan Laurel was a humourless monomaniacal Leninist zealot, and Ollie was even fatter, bereft of any comic ability and a blatant propagandist for murderous thugs) the team of Bob Brown and Michael Moore have hit the boards (reinforced, I hope) to set the politically pure rolling in the aisles with their line in bolshevik banter, soviet slapstick, accessable ascerbity and commie comedy capers.

This pairing sums up the desperation of the left- a millionaire film-maker with a cynical (but accurate) judgement of what strings to pull to siphon the hard to access perpetually outraged dollar from it’s normally tight-fisted grip, and a shameless self-rightous sef-promoter who cynically manipulates the votes of the green gullible to push his own hard-line crypto-Trotskyite agenda, and keep himself in a position of executive power without the necessity of large-scale electoral support; hang on, they’re like two peas in a pod- horribly deformed, poisonous and dangerously mutated peas, certainly, but no wonder there’s such massive mutual admiration.

If you were ever in any doubt about the total infiltration that has occurred in public broadcasting in Australia (these filthy buggers make Victor Charlie seem like pikers) look no further to the jabbering gerbils that infest The Movie Show on SBS, and their balanced, fair and forthright take on Fahrenheit 9/11:-
Sure you can call it poorly edited, raw quality, propaganda and sentimental. But in its totality, 9/11 transcends its flaws to deliver one of the most insightful documentaries ever made. In a ?democratic?? society we must have a counterfoil in the media to make governing officials accountable. ?Who will watch the watchers??? Before we shoot the messenger, let?s all take the time to examine the message. (And the link is savagely edited from what these jackenapes had to say- a more sickening and fawning review would not have been made on a film they had made themselves; one think Moore can be sure of if nothing else is plenty of offers from hairy, ugly and halitosic groupies reeking of patchouli).

In this supposedly Movie Review program, even if a film is poorly made, inaccurate, sloppy, disjointed and blatantly polemic while being described as a documentry, it is a masterpiece if it reflects your own narrow viewpoint.

I’ve just thought of a new term to describe these despicable agenda promoters- how about Gore Hill Goebbels hopefully it will stick.

And maybe a few socialist shitheads as well. Another Jewish cemetary in France has been desecrated, with swastikas daubed on headstones.

Meanwhile, a few smarter (and more affluent) european Jews are voting with their feet and decamping from France to Israel before the deportations begin again. What a great alliance we face this time- the fruitcake left, bovver boys and religous zealots who think the 14th century is the place to be.

How long is it going to take for the penny to drop with the average placard-waver and indignant letter writer to wake up to the fact that this isn’t a game like all the other times- these people are serious, and will not stop until we are enslaved, converted or dead.

I say we get in first.

Pin-up boy of the metrosexual set Ian Thorpe (looking particularly butch in the above photo) is supposed to emulate all the atributes of this sub-culture- suave, image conscious, fashion savvy and well groomed; why then does he look like an effeminate Noel Gallagher?

Elsewhere in the world of mincing macho men, contributor JF Beck has uncovered the phenomena of fashion firepower :-
According to Michael Flocker’s 2003 bestseller, The Metrosexual Guide to Style: A Handbook for the Modern Man, the trendsetting male icons of the 21st century must combine the coercive strengths of Mars and the seductive wiles of Venus. Put simply, metrosexual men are muscular but suave, confident yet image-conscious, assertive yet clearly in touch with their feminine sides. Just consider British soccer star David Beckham. He is married to former Spice Girl Victoria ?Posh?? Adams, but his combination of athleticism and cross-dressing make him a sex symbol to both women and men worldwide, not to mention the inspiration for the 2002 hit movie Bend It Like Beckham. Substance, Beckham shows, is nothing without style.

Indeed, Europe actually contributes more to U.S. foreign policy goals than the U.S. government?and does so far more fashionably. Robert Cooper, one of Britain’s former defense gurus now shaping Europe’s common foreign policy, argues that Europe’s ?magnetic allure?? compels countries to rewrite their laws and constitutions to meet European standards. The United States conceives of power primarily in military terms, thus confusing presence with influence. By contrast, Europeans understand power as overall leverage. As a result, the EU is the world’s largest bilateral aid donor, providing more than twice as much aid to poor countries as the United States, and it is also the largest importer of agricultural goods from the developing world, enhancing its influence in key regions of instability. Through massive deployments of ?soft power?? (such as economic clout and cultural appeal) Europe has made hard power less necessary. After expanding to 25 members, the EU accounts for nearly half of the world’s outward foreign direct investment and exerts greater leverage than the United States over pivotal countries such as Brazil and Russia. As more oil-producing nations consider trading in euros, Europe will gain greater influence in the international marketplace. Even rogue states swoon over Europe’s allure; just recall how Libya’s Colonel Muammar el-Qaddafi greeted British Prime Minister Tony Blair during a recent meeting in Tripoli. ?You are looking good,?? gushed Libya’s strongman. ?You are still young.??

Are they sure the author’s surame is Flocker? I’m sure there’s a typo in there somewhere.

To me, the concept of peace through poo-jabbing just doesn’t cut it- where’s the evidence to support these rather outrageous claims? I’ll need some serious convincing that Jean-Paul Gaultier and the rest of his eurotrash eunuchs, French felchers and frottage fans contribute more to world stability than the USMC.

-Breakfast radio announcer on Nagasaki FM on 9th August, 1945.

Airforce Major General Chuck Sweeney has carked it aged 84.

Sweeney never apologised for doing his job and bringing the bloody war in the Pacific to an end.

If you ever get the chance, read War’s End by Sweeney- an excellent treatise on the use of nuclear power to bring to heel those who would enslave or kill us who don’t meet their expectations.

***UPDATE***Ilibcc has a link to an item where Sweeney comments on a presidential candidate.

ACTU National President Sharon Burrow has claimed that the federal government’s New Apprenticeship Scheme is obscene, with few positions offered and pitiful wages.

Unlike august institutions such as the Australian Council of Trade Unions, most employers who produce goods and services that punters want to pay for can only charge what their goods and services are worth, and thus pay their employees on the same basis. A hairy-arsed boy who is good for picking up pies at lunch-time but is otherwise a hinderence is probably not realistically entitled to the same income as a skilled and qualified tradesman; bumbling incompetence and being the subject of site pranks may well be highly regarded skills in the trade union movement but elsewhere they’re probably worth about six bucks an hour.

Ask an article clerk or a hospital resident what they’re scoring sometime, Shazza, and that’s after five years straight university (for which they’ve at least paid part of the cost). An apprenticeship is a pretty sweet deal- you are paid while in training, and if you’re any good you can rip the fork out of the nightie of assorted doctors, lawyers and other professionals every time you fix their dunny, put in a switch or knock up a pergola- and avoid anything to do with thieving trade unions.

Any idea how many self-employed sparkies, chippies and other tradesmen are union members?

Strangely enough this is the first time this matter has come up- couldn’t have anything to do with an election in the offing?

Brendan Nelson repeats my views on the matter- the main reason there is a shortage of tradies is that the entire hideous self-replicating education system has a vested interest in telling everyone they have to go to university; only a dill would want to be a tradesperson. This is despite the fact that you have the potential to make a very good level of income, escape being trapped in an office, get quite reasonable tax deductions for things such as a four-wheel drive “shop” vehicle and be able to make a quid on the side renovating old dumps and flogging them at hugely inflated prices to dickheads; a bloke I went to school with was a carpenter to start with and is now one of Queensland’s biggest builders of pole houses.

Bit more future than a double-major arts degree in the history of protest movements or honours in the part played by the sphincter in post-modern expressionism. (At least until another Labor goverment, anyway).