Friday, April 17, 2015

RECOMMENDED READS: MARK STEYN ON GARRY TRUDEAU, WORLD CLASS ASSHOLE.

Mark Steyn rips Garry Trudeau, creator of Doonesbury, a new one, and rightly so:


".... The Polk Award is named after a journalist shot dead at point-blank range in 1948 while covering the Greek civil war. So you might have thought it would be in ever so mildly bad taste to use the opportunity of a Polk acceptance speech to piss on the graves of a group of journalists similarly murdered. Nevertheless, that's what Mr Trudeau did:


* [Trudeau:] Charlie Hebdo, which always maintained it was attacking Islamic fanatics, not the general population, has succeeded in provoking many Muslims throughout France to make common cause with its most violent outliers. This is a bitter harvest.


Ah, so Charlie Hebdo is to blame for provoking ordinary, peaceful, moderate Muslims into supporting the Allahu Akbar guys who killed them.


* [Trudeau:] Traditionally, satire has comforted the afflicted while afflicting the comfortable. Satire punches up, against authority of all kinds, the little guy against the powerful. Great French satirists like Molière and Daumier always punched up, holding up the self-satisfied and hypocritical to ridicule. Ridiculing the non-privileged is almost never funny—it's just mean.By punching downward, by attacking a powerless, disenfranchised minority with crude, vulgar drawings closer to graffiti than cartoons, Charlie wandered into the realm of hate speech.



Is Islam, which will be the world's largest religion by mid-century and already controls a 58-member voting bloc at the UN attempting to impose a global blasphemy law, really "a powerless, disenfranchised minority"? Does even someone as blinkered and parochial as Garry Trudeau think Charlie Hebdo was "punching down"?

Apparently so. At The Atlantic, David Frum has done a very thorough examination of the matter, and includes this example of what Mr Trudeau regards as "punching up":


* [Frum on Trudeau:] In 2012, Garry Trudeau drew a series of strips about a Texas law requiring an ultrasound before an abortion. Trudeau's point of view was ferocious: He had one of his characters pronounce, "By the authority invested in me by the GOP base, I thee rape."


Ah, the deft satirical jest for which "Doonesbury" is renowned! But, as I've been saying for over a decade now, if you're going to be provocative, it's best to do it with people who can't be provoked. Whether or not targeting the GOP base is "punching up", they're not going to punch Garry Trudeau up, assuming he ever runs into any of them. "I thee rape" is pretty funny, huh? In Sweden, and the Netherlands, and Rotherham and Rochdale and other unlovely towns of northern England, the fellows doing the raping, and the grooming, and the sex slavery, are young Muslim men. But, if you were to essay "I thee rape" gags about them, they'd kill you.

Best to stick to that GOP base, don't you think? Garry Trudeau doesn't "afflict the comfortable". The preening twerp is "the comfortable", and he's careful to afflict only those who won't discomfort his comfort.

Still, I'm grateful to David Frum's column for drawing my attention to this passage in Trudeau's remarks:


* [Trudeau:] As you know, the Muhammad cartoon controversy began eight years ago in Denmark, as a protest against "self-censorship," one editor's call to arms against what she felt was a suffocating political correctness. The idea behind the original drawings was not to entertain or to enlighten or to challenge authority—her charge to the cartoonists was specifically to provoke, and in that they were exceedingly successful. Not only was one cartoonist gunned down, but riots erupted around the world, resulting in the deaths of scores.


Aside from the other errors in that paragraph, I found myself wondering: Who is this "she" who gave "her charge" to those cartoonists? In the ten years since the cartoons were published, I've met most of the Jyllands-Posten staff involved, and I've been interviewed by the newspaper twice, first in London and then in Copenhagen. The journalist who proposed the idea was Stig Olesen, which even Garry Trudeau must recognize as a male name. The editor-in-chief at the time was Carsten Juste: Did Mr Trudeau think "Carsten" is a bit girly like "Kirsten"? The culture editor, in whose section the Motoons appeared, was Flemming Rose: Did Trudeau accidentally invert the name and think it was Miss Rose Flemming?

Or is it just that a comfortable non-afflicted American celebrity couldn't be arsed even to look up the names of fellow artists and writers living under constant death threats for a decade? It's not just locally resident fanatics: an extraordinarily wide range of persons from Chicago, Illinois to Waterford, Ireland have been arrested for plotting to kill those cartoonists and their editors. While I was in Copenhagen for that second interview with Jyllands-Posten, a one-legged Chechen jihadist prematurely self-detonated in his hotel room while en route to blow up the paper.

A "one-legged Chechen jihadist" sounds pretty funny, right? Maybe Trudeau could put one in "Doonesbury". Oh, no, wait: he's not capable of drawing a one-legged Chechen jihadist, is he? Still, you gotta admit, every one-legged Chechen is pretty much surefire comedy gold ...until one of them gets through. At which point, even as you're lying on the floor in a pool of blood, Garry Trudeau will "punch up" at you, and flatter himself that he's brave to do so.

After my battles with Canada's "human rights" commissions, I wrote a book on free speech (personally autographed copies of which, etc, etc) and its remorseless retreat across the western world. And as a result I get asked from time to time to give speeches in various parts of the Continent. After accepting one such engagement for later this year, it occurred to me upon rereading the invitation that perhaps I was not the event organizers' first choice. But that's because Charb and his Charlie Hebdo colleagues are dead. And the Swedish artist Lars Vilks is living in hiding after the most recent attempt on his life a few weeks ago. And pretty soon the Rolodex is emptying out so fast there's no one to book but some obscure Canadian...

Lars Hedegaard, my host in Copenhagen, was shot at point-blank range, but fortunately by someone far more incompetent than George Polk's killer. My friend the Norwegian comedienne Shabana Rehman had her family restaurant firebombed by pals of some dimestore imam. The Dutch cartoonist Nekschot, who could only appear with me on stage disguised in a burqa lest anybody see his face, has been forced into "retirement". The American cartoonist Molly Norris has vanished from the face of the earth. I write about her in my latest book, but I doubt Garry Trudeau even knows her name. She was a by-the-book Cascadian liberal who discovered that, when you accidentally cross Islam, Trudeau and all the other bigshot "progressives" won't be there for you.

Charlie Hebdo dead, Vilks in hiding, Hedegaard shot, Rehman firebombed, Nekschot vanished, Molly Norris fled, Kurt Westergaard attacked by an Islamic axeman... But Garry Trudeau is on stage congratulating himself on "afflicting the comfortable". You can't "punch down" much lower than sneering at the dead and those no longer able to speak, can you?

It's not often that I find myself too angry to write. But, if Trudeau were to hand, I might be minded to try a little punching up myself. But that's the point, isn't it? When you say to people you can't write, you can't draw, you can't raise certain subjects, what forms of expression are left other than physical violence?

~If Garry Trudeau wants to "afflict the comfortable", the generation that's followed him doesn't want to afflict anybody. At Cracked - which, God help us, is the American answer to Charlie Hebdo - J F Sargent tries to write about why these days everybody seems to get so offended so easily:

Now, I'm not saying that offensive jokes are okay or that we shouldn't call them out -- they're not okay and they should be called out when we hear them. Because that's how comedians learn and that's how society stays healthy.

For cryin' out loud: what kind of supposedly funny writer at an alleged humor magazine could type with a straight face such portentous tosspottery? Granted this is the age of what Kathy Shaidle calls millennial beta male faggotry, wouldn't it be quicker just to slice off your bollocks and serve them with spaghetti sauce to the first passing social justice warrior?"



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Is there anyone who can actually explain why this pompous ass, sitting in an airconditioned office on his warm, well, ass, has any right to the George Polk Award in the first place? Why didn't the murdered Charlie Hebdo cartoonists get it posthumously?



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Sunday, April 12, 2015

EASTER HOLIDAY IN SOUTH ENGLAND PIC DUMP.

I suppose the following photos will make up for the less than prosaic title of this post. My wife and I being anglophiles, and her mom now having found the love of her life in Lodz, which is too far for a short spring break, it was quickly decided where to spend a meagre 4 days in the week following Easter. Especially since the Eurotunnel shuttles zip you under the Channel between Calais and Folkestone in a mere 35 minutes.

As per usual, not much time to flesh out this post, so the skimpiest text to accompany the pics will have to do.


History nut that I am, we paid a visit to Battle Abbey north of Hastings. It was here, in Battle, NOT in Hastings, that the famous battle between William The Conqueror from Normandy and the Anglosaxon king Harold was fought, if memory serves on October 14, 1066. Mind you, this is only the entrance gate to the Abbey, which the pope ordered William, who emerged as the victor, to build as a penance for the bloodshed.

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This is the battlefield, which presumably hasn't changed much since thaet fateful day. The English had the advantage of a higher up position, and at some point the Normans more than panicked. The plaque below explains how they tried to lure the English into descending the slope - with some success. But it wasn't until Harold was gravely wounded by an arrow in the eye that the English gave way. It's curious how we keep referring to the UK and the US as Anglosaxon countries, whereas it was the infusion of Norman culture and warrior ethos, itself having its roots in the Viking world, which gave birth to "the English-speaking peoples" as we know them.

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Then it was off to Berwick Church, which we missed last year.

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Berwick Church is special because Berwick parish asked the famous Bloomsbury artists, Vanessa Bell and Duncan Grant, to decorate its interior, this during the war years no less. World War II to be sure. Snapshot to the left...

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... and snapshot to the right...

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A celtic cross erected on a mound near the church commemmorates men of the parish who fell in the Great War.

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Outside the Church, I took a photo of this typical South Downs landscape...

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The next day, April 8, we walked on Brighton's beach, having booked a hotel in that still pleasant city. Brighton had two famous piers, but only the Palace Pier is still alive and kicking. West Pier, see pic, is nothing but a remnant of the structure anymore.

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After that, it was off to Monk's House, which was the country retreat of Leonard and Virginia Woolf, writers belonging to the Bloomsbury Group. It's a very modest dwelling, and it has been turned into a small museum. Inside, basically everything is as it was when Leonard Woolf died in 1969. Virginia Woolf, who was Vanessa Bell's sister, and who suffered from mental illnesses and bouts of heavy depressions, had committed suicide by drowning herself in nearby river Ouse in 1941 already.

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A pic of the dining room...

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... and of Virginia's sleeping room, which is in the extension you see to the extreme right of the house.

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Leonard's bust in the garden...

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... which was lovely...

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Leaving Monk's House at about 3 pm, I figured there was more than enough time to check out Chanctonbury Ring, the remnants of an earthen ring fort, later Roman stronghold, on top of a hill 40 kloms or so distant and near the village of Washington. Legend has it that if you walk seven times counterclockwise around the Ring, you will summon the Devil, who will offer you a bowl of soup in exchange for your soul. Nope, I didn't try.

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On Thursday, April 9, we visited Portsmouth Historic Dockyard. So much to see, so little time. Of all the things to pick from, I chose HMS Victory:

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Victory's bow. See those anchors! Oldest commissioned warship in the world by the way!

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HMS Victory's poo, erm, stern:

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The "sick bay". It was not exactly clear to me where those happening to be there in case a fight broke out were moved - notice the guns below the berths!

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The place where Admiral Nelson was mortally hit by a sharpshooter sitting in some mast of the Redoutable (commanded by Captain Jean-Jacques Etienne Lucas).

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HMS Warrior. Together with her sister ship HMS Black Prince the Royal Navy's first armour-plated, ironclad warships. Commissioned in 1861.

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Spinnaker Tower, Portsmouth's 170-meter high landmark. Yup, those specks are people cleaning the thing.

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On Friday, April 10, we vistited the Royal Pavilion, George IV's outrageous but inimitable folly in Brighton.

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When we left Brighton towards noon, I figured there was still time, before we boarded Le Shuttle in Folkestone for continental Europe, to visit Bateman's, Rudyard Kipling's house in Burwash in The Weald. It's a sturdy Jacobean mansion dating from 1634, and the National Trust keeps it in excellent condition.

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And again back to Belgium, sad to say goodbye to the UK and Full British Breakfast. Unlike the Eurostar which carries passengers between Brussels/Paris and London through the same Channel Tunnel, "Le Shuttle" travels only between Cheriton near Folkestone, UK, and Coquelles, near Calais, France. This because its loading gauge, so large because of necessity, is bigger than either "ordinary" French or British railway gauges.


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That's all for today. Nite.



MFBB.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

SATURDAY NIGHT TCHAIKOVSKY, STRAUSS.

First the first movement of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake Suite, Opus 20.




A ballet more exactly, in its broader meaning of a choreography/music ensemble. From 1876. First performed one year later by the Bolshoi Theatre in Moscow.



Then Johan Strauss II's An der schönen blauen Donau, Op. 314, brilliantly married to Stanley Kubricks late sixties' vision of spacecraft and space stations orbiting the Earth, in 2001 A Space Odyssey.




Waltz in triple metre, composed in 1866.


Nite.



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WHY YOU SHOULD VOTE FOR HILLARY 2016!!!

If you are totally, completely, criminally INSANE, that is!




Hat tip The Political Commentator.



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Monday, April 06, 2015

VIENNA, AUSTRIA. BOSNIAN SOCCER FANS SING "KILL THE JEWS".

On Good Friday, Bosnian soccer fans who were in Vienna, Austria's captial, for a match between Austria and Bosnia-Herzegovina, chanted “Kill the Jews” alongside pro-Palestinian demonstrators Vienna's central Stephanplatz. An omen of things to come.

Check out the video, via Townhall and The Jerusalem Post:




The Jerusalem Post reports:


At first they stood calmly and shouted "Free Palestine" back and forth. Then, one can hear a single voice among the protestors shout out "Kill the Jews." The calls to violence swelled as the other protestors joined. In a swarm of rage, they began to jump up and down shouting "Ubij, ubij Židove," which means "Kill, kill the Jews."



Twenty years ago, NATO and, in fact, the entire West, wrongly identified Serbia as the main culprit in the Balkan conflict. NATO should have bombed Bosnia, not Serbia.


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PS: only last year, Israel sent massive humanitarian aid to Bosnia, when great floods threatened entire communities there.


Sunday, April 05, 2015

HAPPY EASTER 2015!

On Easter, Christians celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.


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In Belgium, there was the traditional High Mass in Saint Michael Cathedral by the highest representative of the Church, currently Archbishop André-Joseph Léonard. Monseigneur Léonard used the occasion to commemmorate Belgium's Abortion Law, which was last Friday 25 years old. He literally called it a drama. Look at the way Het Laatste Nieuws reported on it:

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Het Laatste Nieuws uses scare quotes: "Drama". According to them, the around 300,000 children killed in the mother's womb in Belgium since 1990, and of which the overwhelming majority were perfectly normal, is apparently not a drama.

Archbishop Léonard actually first started asking for attention for the violence against Christians in the Middle East. This is not the first time. He did so previously at year's end 2013 (His call for attention then was massively ignored by our leftist media, who are basically hating Christianity).

He then continued by asking to commemorate another drama: "The day before yesterdag it was the 25th birthday of Belgium's Abortion Law"... "It's always about victims unable to defende themselves. We should never forget that all of us once were like that tiny embryo, that foetus in the mother's womb. And we are only here because we were respected when we found ourselves in that most vulnerable stage of our life".

Being a Christian myself (although admitted, not a particularly good one), I put up an Easter post every year. Usually I keep it low profile, i.e. just wishing well to all people of good will.

But with Christianity under ever fiercer attacks both at home and abroad I thought I'd flesh out this post some more.

As much as I agree with Archbishop Léonard about the criminal nature of Belgium's Abortion Law, I'd like nevertheless to put the emphasis in this post on the escalating violence against my fellow Christians, of whom the overwhelming majority of victims can be situated in muslim countries, or countries where islam is making inroads. One of the latter countries is Kenya, and to me it seems that the fact that the murder of almost 150 Christian students in Garissa University took place on the eve of Good Friday is not a coincidence.

Let us remember our brothers and sisters in our prayers:


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Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.




Our Father,
Who art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name;
Thy kingdom come;
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread;
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us;
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.


God bless.



MFBB.

Saturday, April 04, 2015

SATURDAY NIGHT THE SOUND, LEO SAYER.

The Sound with Unwritten Law. From the album Jeopardy (1980). I got to know the band via my good friend John D., and I actually bought the album from him. Utter fool that I am, somewhere in the mid-nineties I loaned it to some new wave bloke who never bothered to give it back and whose trace I lost subsequently.




The Sound formed in South London in 1979, and the original lineup consisted of (from left to right on the photo) Graham Bailey (bass guitar), Adrian Borland (vocals, guitar), Benita "Bi" Marshall (keyboard, saxophone, clarinet) and Mike Dudley (drums). This is actually the photo on Jeopardy's back cover:


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You've got real successful bands which can regularly produce hits for two decades. You've got moderately successful bands - they may dominate for half a decade. You've got one hit wonders. And then there's bands like The Sound or Third Eye Blind. Very promising debuts, members who seem to have "it"... but after a couple of years they somehow fail to provide. They lack just that little bit that could propel them into stardom. It's probably this frustration at being stuck just an inch short of a breakthrough which caused The Sound's frontman to commit suicide in 1999. Adrian Borland, RIP.


Leo Sayer with Thunder in my Heart. From the 1977 album with the same name.




Quintessentially seventies music. One of the iconic sounds of that age.


Goede nacht.



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GEERT WILDERS' SPEECH IN VIENNA, AUSTRIA.

Via our pals at Gates of Vienna, check out Geert Wilders' speech in Vienna at the end of March. The introduction is by Heinz-Christian Strache of the FPOe, the PVV's Austrian counterpart:





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Friday, April 03, 2015

JE SUIS MEMORIES PIZZA OF WALKERTON, INDIANA.

No surprise there, Mark Steyn's take on the Memories Pizza affair is the best:


"I woke up this Maundy Thursday to breaking news from Kenya. Al-Shabaab "militants" have stormed Garissa University, killed at least 15 Christian students, wounded another 60, and taken more as hostages. [UPDATE: More than 70 dead.] [UPPERDATE: Just shy of 150 dead.]

Meanwhile, there's no pizza for Last Supper. Memories Pizza of Walkerton, Indiana has been forced to close following death threats received after its owners announced that they would not be catering gay weddings:

"We're in hiding basically," says co-owner Crystal O'Connor.

In Africa, the Middle East and South Asia, Christians are killed for their beliefs. In America, they're not (yet) being killed, just having their businesses destroyed. Be grateful for small mercies. But in both west and east the dominant ideology is not minded to brook dissent. Islam sells itself as a stern enforcer, and always has done. By contrast, the New Diversity enforcers intolerantly demand uniformity in the name of tolerance and diversity. In the audacity of their assault, they seek to undermine even the possibility of dissent: when words are conscripted to mean their precise opposite, how can you even mount a contrary argument?

~Eric Eckert writes:

*Mark,
- Judge Napolitano on Fox News thinks the Supreme Court will rule against the religious freedom law in Indiana, because it is discrimination. Shepard Smith is also upset with this law. If these people want to see real discrimination, that is ignored by judges, and politicians, just go to Dearborn, Michigan.

- I would like to see Smith, Napolitano, and the Supreme Court all wear a t-shirt with a crucifix on it, and attend some festival in this town. Maybe they could set up a gay pride booth at this festival, and hand out gay literature. If any of them attempted to do such a thing, they would need several marine divisions with them, it would be like taking Tikrit or Mosul back.

- You can bet that Islamic discrimination will be totally ignored by all the gutless judges, news people, lawyers, and Democrat politicians. Women are not allowed in certain Islamic coffee shops, and certain Islamic restaurants in this country right now, the discrimination is occurring in Islamic neighborhoods, and our courts allow Islamic religious freedom to discriminate against women, go figure. A black guy on YouTube said he is not allowed in Dearborn, and a Muslim said that the black guy is from the crim- filled city of Detroit, and that Dearborn has very little crime. Just let a white Christian say the same thing, and see if this is called discrimination, and racism.

Betrothed gays looking for wedding cakes and floral arrangements are not just carelessly stumbling into homophobic bakeries and florists. It's an organized campaign consciously targeting particular establishments. That's why no gay couples have wandered into a Muslim patisserie in Dearborn. As I said on The John Oakley Show, it's not about expanding "rights", it's about shifts in power - which is to say shifts in fashion. In Kenya and Indiana, the thugs know they can get away with targeting Christians and the world won't care - I mean, how often do you ever hear any of the timeserving hacks and panderers who head up America's "mainstream" churches ever say anything on either subject?



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But the Big Gay enforcers know it would all get more complicated if they were to go after a Muslim pizzeria in Dearborn. And, if they did, they'd be the ones in hiding. Tim Cook, the Apple CEO who'll have no truck with hoosier homophobes, is happy to enrich Iran's mullahs so they can build fancier gay gallows on which to hang the sodomites. Muscle respects muscle.

Big Gay is on the ascendant in America. But in an Islamifying Amsterdam, once "the most tolerant city in Europe", gay-bashing is on the rise, and the gay moment is already passing.

~The aforementioned Judge Napolitano's argument is that the Supreme Court will strike down Indiana's law because of the 1964 Civil Rights Act's definition of "public accommodation". He's probably right about that. I'm less impressed by the First Amendment than I used to be, if only because I'm currently wasting half-a-decade of my life and a seven-figure sum in the DC courts to determine whether my 270-word blog post is permitted under said First Amendment. But there's not much point to freedom of speech if you don't have freedom of association. That's to say, it's not much consolation being able to say what you like if you can't use what you say to inform how you live - if you can talk the talk, but you can't walk the walk.

What we're seeing is a campaign to enforce ideological discipline and conformity in every area of daily life. Notwithstanding the LGBTQWERTY lobby's industrial promotion of ever more abstruse and reductive identity politics, such a society will be the very opposite of "tolerant" and "diverse" - and deeply unhappy..."


You can support Memories Pizza here.




Also, watch how Stephen Crowder exposes Big Gay's hypocrisy and ultimate .... cowardice:




The Big Gay bigots and leftist asshats behave in this affair like the drunk who in the dead of night is on all fours obviously searching for something under a lamppost. A passerby asks "What are you searching for?". Whereupon the drunk replies: "M..my...my...car...k_keyzzz". Says the other man: "Did you lose them here?". Answer: "N...no. No... twazn't here. Iz juzzz, it's juz dad da lite izz better here."


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Sunday, March 29, 2015

WILLENHALL, COVENTRY, UK: THE CHARMS OF MULTICULTURALISM: "WE ARE WATCHING YOU WHITE BITCH."

Great news from Small Britain, courtesy the Left and their Wonderful Multicultural Society. The Daily Mail reports:


"A young mother moved into her new home to find it daubed in racist graffiti and a threatening note put through to door saying the flat block was for 'black sisters and brothers'.
Sammie Sunter, 24, was taking her sons, aged two and five, to see their new home in Willenhall, Coventry, for the first time on Monday when they found the front door smeared in anti-vandal paint.

It was also covered in vile graffiti and faeces, while a racist note stating 'Willenhall is black so f*** off' was posted through the letterbox.

The note had been put inside an envelope marked 'Message inside oyinbo b****' - Nigerian slang for a white person, while another message inside read: 'Black power. Don't stay too long or else...'.

The hairdresser was handed the keys from housing association, Whitefriars, last Wednesday and spent the rest of the week decorating the boys' bedrooms.

She left the flat at 4pm on Sunday and returned with two-year-old Harvey and five-year-old Oscar, at 9am on Monday morning to see her house had been targeted.


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Ms Sunter said: ' I had to explain racism to my five-year-old. It's just not acceptable. He didn't really understand. If we are equal what gives the person responsible the right to do that?

The door had been covered in black anti-vandal paint and smeared in faeces when Ms Sunter arrived at their new home with her two boys. 'I told him that whoever was responsible was going to get punished, but who knows if that will happen.'

The mother-of-two, who is due to be re-housed following the incident, has lived in Willenhall for 15 years and said she has never experienced anything like this before.
'These people make Willenhall out to be some sort of ghetto,' Sammie said. 'They say it's their area but it's really not - there's a little old white man living in the flat below.
'The whole point of this is that it's not right. I'm not going to sit there and take it.

'I had to have a police escort away from my property and I knew I was being watched. You hold your head up high but it's disgusting.' When she called the housing association she was told that there had been a 'previous incident' at the address."





Next time vote UKIP ma'am.



MFBB.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

SATURDAY NIGHT PIXIES, LIVING COLOUR.

Pixies with Where is my mind.




From the 1988 album Surfer Rosa.



Living Colour with Glamour Boys.




From their 1988 debut album Vivid.


Sorry for the nonexistent blogging. I'm f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up, got simply no energy left. Company may be getting through though after three years of losses - we've been haemorrhaging money. We'll see soon enough - our fiscal year ends March 31.


Good night.



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Monday, March 23, 2015

SANA'A, YEMEN: WIN-WIN SITUATION IN THE Al-HASHOUSH MOSQUE.

The shiite mosque of Al-Hashoush in the Al-Jaraf district of Sana'a, Yemen's capital, was blown up over the weekend, just as the faithful were chanting 'Death to America, Death to Israel, Curse Upon the Jews. Victory to Islam':




Basically it boils down to Sunni beasts butchering Shiite scum. Clearly a win/win situation.



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Sunday, March 22, 2015

DREAMING OF SUMMER....

If all goes well, it's gonna be the British Isles again for this year's summer holiday, more precisely one week Yorkshire Dales, and one week County Sligo in Ireland. I still want to do Grossglockner in Austria with a couple of buddies, but I fear we'll have to postpone that to 2016.

There's nothing higher than the Ben Nevis (1,344m) in the whole of Ireland and the UK, so for 2015 I'll have to stick with the following fells and hills, but man are they lovely:

When in Sligo County, I plan to leave wife and kids in our cottage for a day and head a little north to County Donegal to climb Errigal (751m), the highest peak of the Derryveagh Mountains. With its unmistakable, quartzite topped cone, it's the southernmost, steepest and highest of the mountain chain, which the locals call the "Seven Sisters". The other peaks are the Muckish, Crocknalaragagh, Aghla Beg, Ardloughnabrackbaddy, Aghla More and Mackoght (aka Little Errigal or Wee Errigal).


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Check out this pleasant video which gives you an idea of what it's like to climb this Hewitt (hill over 2,000 feet in the UK and Ireland).




In County Sligo itself it would be a shame not to get on top of the iconic Ben Bulben, praised by Yeats:


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Benbulbin, 526m, is part of the Dartry Mountains.


In 2013, we spent one week in the Lake District. With a rather full things-to-do list I managed to climb only one fell and that was Scafell Pike, England's highest. And this while the Old Man of Coniston (803m) was so to speak right behind our cottage. But this year he's not gonna escape me:


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Photo courtesy of Sean McMahon. Of course we'll be staying in the Yorkshire Dales, but I figure I can get to Coniston in a little under two hours. If I leave early enough, there should be enough time to climb the Old Man at ease and be back before evening supper.


And finally there's Pen-y-Ghent, 694 of so meters and one of the Yorkshire Three Peaks (the other two being Ingleborough and Whernside).


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Almost two years ago, while undergoing the last of the chemiotherapy, I put this video on DB literally from my sick bed. It features great footage of Pen-y-Ghent and male camaraderie, but I guess what I really liked was Foo Fighter's Come Alive:





Christ, I wanna to do those four this summer.



MFBB.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

SATURDAY NIGHT STING, ECHO AND THE BUNNYMEN.

Sting with Fortress Around Your Heart.




From the 1985 album The Dream of the Blue Turtles.



Echo and the Bunnymen with The Killing Moon.




First single drawn from Ocean Rain (1984).



Sorry for the light blogging, it's been a very rough week.



MFBB.