:: Wednesday, 21 November 2007 ::
What manner of idiocy is this?
:: Tuesday, 20 November 2007 ::
Natch, they are skippies who did this - the distributing of flyers from some bogusmythical Muslim organision saying 'Hey. Thanks Labour for going soft on Muslim terrorists' or some such rubbish. Skippies. Natch, fer sher. Unfunny and unfair, no matter how they try to dress this up.
See, the problems of a modern multiculti society with a lot of "new australians" i.e wogs, in it, is not the wogs per se. It is the lousy wog 'behaviours'. That is the problem.
If you want to go the Mulsim wogs go them for something they deserve - have a go for shitty behaviour (Cronulla harrassment of girls), for criminal acts (Cronulla violence), for self-pity (Keysar Trad every time he opens his mouth) and for self-imposed language ghettos (HilalyHilalyHilay and that stupid girl with the Big Blue Coat of Purity).
But these idiot skippy Liberalparty jackasses (nothing to do with the Nats) atchally do not want to go the Muslims wogs. That is not their issue 3 days out from an election. They just want to discourage skips from voting Labour. So they have thought to themselves with their giant minds to fabricate a pro-Labour terrorist organisation - kinda like The Chaser - no link, I cannot be asked it is so universityquality unfunny to me - except that it is 3 days before an election and no time for jokes in the Lib party.
Taking your cues from show that is not funny - quality work, eh?
In fact alls these skips wanted to get across by doing this stunt is to point out nothing more than this:
Hey skippies, some wogs like Labour.
O. Mo. Go. I know. I know. It is crushing isn't it. How can one maintain his world view in the face of such an onslaught?
Jeez. Have they never met a Greek?
Most skips rock. Some skips really need to get out more.
:: WB 1:55 p.m. [link+] ::
The Wog Blogger is
:: Monday, 19 November 2007 ::
And the Frog blogger too.
I have been peddling the wog perspective on matters as well as judging what matters for some time now.
And right now what matters is getting in to some serious celebrazione imbibing.
Hat tips and hugs to all the readers and emailers, and to Blair for his occasional Blaivalanches and Norm for his Profile and the sadly retired Bunyip and silent Bilious for their support.
So many new folks have come to blogging over the past five years and so many long standing players have been keeping me interested for eva. Linked at left and worth a look, every one.
Now, let us never speak of this ageing business again.
And thanks to all the kind commenters over at Blair's speshally the learned Monaro's dissertation on 'wog'. Good stuff.
As for the wonderful Urbs in Horto and his suggestion of my smartassery as a delightful child, well, I'm cut. he cuts me. Nothing could be more wronger. I was a delight. So much so that I got a pony. Which I wanted.
And a harp.
Which I did not, really.
So many stories. I should prolly consider writin' them down. If only there was some way of capturin' ideas, you know, publishing and stuff...oh, yeah. Right.
:: WB 3:22 a.m. [link+] ::
Quality tabloid reporting from the Daily Telegraph reveals Labor's crap ads featuring narky folks who have turned on the Prime Minister are scripted and filmed and wholly fake. Kinda fits with the party itself, seeing as how it is faking its policies by ripping them off the gumment.
:: WB 12:45 p.m. [link+] ::
Hey, this guy hates lawyers almost as much as me
.... and he is a law professor too!
:: WB 12:25 p.m. [link+] ::
Yeah, well yeah
:: Sunday, 18 November 2007 ::
ABC Lateline just did a tiny piece in Bennelong talking to some wogs there, in particular a couple Chinese small business owners - one restaurant, one office. Both voting for Howard, natch, because of the economy. The fellow was asked whether he was impressed that Kevin Rudd could speak Mandarin. Answer:
"Not really. He was a diplomat so of course he should be bilingual. I speak three languages. It is no big deal.
Actually I speak four (smiles)"
Nice slam, China. Hat's off to you and your mad linguistic skillz.
:: WB 3:33 a.m. [link+] ::
Another comedy triumph from Annabelle Crabb
:: Wednesday, 14 November 2007 ::
This time ridiculing Julia Gillard for her inability to just be straight with people. Say what you like about Howard but he'll happily confess to having an ideology that leaves people alone to get on with their own lives. Neither Gillard nor Rudd can even bear to expose to expose their ideology that insists on government interference in people's lives.
Last week of electioneering.
I am not a cynical person. I am a glass half full, take people as you find them kind of voter. And I find Rudd is a smarmy school principal disapproving matron kind of person. The persed lips. The no mates. The never answering simple questions. The too many words about Howard. The "plans" and the "committees" instead of straight actions. Urgh. And Gillard is just embarrassing. A leftie idealogue who's energy goes in to not showing her true colours, with a crap speaking style who'll be the head of the country when Rudd's away. Like that Helen woman in New Zealand. And Swan is just D-grade. Garrett is laughable and Roxon is 12 years old and up herself, incredibly. Also, Maxine McKew.....what does she stand for again?
Of course being Italian, I have a well developed Machiavelli gland that releases pounds and pounds of political views and scheming and long-game manouvering to me.
Politically I want LibNats to get up because I can see labor is just a bunch of idiots with a fast learning curve they would have to endure if they won, but with obviuously no will to learn cos they are so idealogically set in their stupid 1970s ways (and no, broadband is not un70's. It's just a fancy phone line.)
But they have Senate, so if labor wins, which I guess is likely, then whatever.
And even if Labor won everything outright, sure it would be shit for the country for a bit but Oz would survive. It is Labor people like Gillard banging on about Howard smashing Oz into submission. He hasn't. We don't submit. Things will be okay - although Labor will fuck up the economy - they cannot help themselves.
Urgh, eh? Whatever.
:: WB 12:56 p.m. [link+] ::
Hmmmm, Climate Resistance, eh?
:: Monday, 12 November 2007 ::
This pleases me.
:: WB 9:03 a.m. [link+] ::
Finest country music album cover?
:: Sunday, 11 November 2007 ::
It is good, but for my money
:: WB 11:45 a.m. [link+] ::
"I never turned away from cathy, no matter how fat she was"
Skips are rude.
It is a gift.
:: WB 2:32 p.m. [link+] ::
Oh God. I am a Lazio Fan
:: Saturday, 10 November 2007 ::
Gabriele Sandri, a 26-year-old disc jockey from Rome, was hit in the neck by a bullet while in a car at the rest area along the A1Autostrada highway near the town of Arezzo, about 200km north of Rome. The fans were heading to Lazio's match at Inter Milan.
Arezzo police, reading a statement, said police in two patrol cars who had stopped on the opposite side of the highway for an unrelated check of vehicles turned on their sirens when they "heard yelling, screaming" and realised the occupants of three cars in the rest area were fighting.
"They turned on their sirens," but the clash continued, the police said. "One of the (officers) decided to fire two shots in the air to try to intimidate them."
"At that point the cars moved" to return to the highway, the police said. One of the vehicles "with five occupants, took a shot, which hit the young man in the neck", the statement said.
The car drove a few kilometres to the nearest exit and asked for help, but the fan had been mortally shot, and an ambulance crew failed to revive him, police said.
They described the officer who fired the shots as a veteran but didn't provide the officer's name, and, adding that the case was under investigation, refused to answer questions.
How bloody awful is that?
:: WB 2:23 p.m. [link+] ::
I remember it by thinking of Septimus Power.
Wonderful and poignant.
:: WB 5:31 p.m. [link+] ::
Mafia 10 Commandments
Can you believe this? Why, it is almost as if these violent retard drug-dealers are trying to seem honourable.
It would be laughable, really, if it was not so damned sad. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
1. No-one can present himself directly to another of our friends. There must be a third person to do it.
What person? A person called Mario with many subwoofers in his hotted up car, natch.
2. Never look at the wives of friends.
Hello? Hello? We are talking about wogs here. All women are on the menu. All the time.
3. Never be seen with cops.
How the hell would youse know, imbeciles? Provenzano got caught cos of informers....mafiosi talkng to the coppers. And Riina was caught in his own house, after getting plenty protection from bent coppers. What this should read is never be seen with straight cops...but once again, how would any of these mafia scum know? Idiots.
4. Don’t go to pubs and clubs.
Exsqueeze me, but where exactly is it that Mario is meant to pick up the wives, eh? The chicks?
5. Always being available for Cosa Nostra is a duty - even if your wife’s about to give birth.
Birth? Men avoiding it? Your point is?
6. Appointments must absolutely be respected.
Ha! Ever done business with Italians? yeah, for Sicilians, double it and add thirty.
7. Wives must be treated with respect.
Oh puhleez, with the wives again? Wives are for cheating on. Full stop.
8. When asked for any information, the answer must be the truth.
...stop, stop, I am holding my sides.
9. Money cannot be appropriated if it belongs to others or to other families.
Oh yeah. We all know how well the Navara's get on with the Leggio's. Jeez.
10. People who can’t be part of Cosa Nostra: anyone who has a close relative in the police, anyone with a two-timing relative in the family, anyone who behaves badly and doesn’t hold to moral values.
So why is this blight on the world still existing since every member is a two-timer with no morals?
People who cannot really be part of the Cosa Nostra? Anyone taller than 5 ft, who can speak fluent actual Italian.
I would say H/T to Tuscan Tony, but now I am angry.
:: WB 4:54 p.m. [link+] ::
Ah, Merry Old England...
Here are two posts on the same topic.
Not gonna stay merry for long with jackasses like Bari spewing their nonsense. I mean, pulp Rushie but leave the Protocols alone? Could this idiot be any more transparent? He is a Jew hating, poof hating woman oppressor who cannot fathom a life without his religion telling him how to think every second of every day. What a blight eh?
:: WB 4:34 p.m. [link+] ::
Norman Mailer is Dead
:: Friday, 9 November 2007 ::
That Powerline post about him is a goody. Captures Mailer quite well.
Although the man was a leftie nightmare of idiocy and misplaced compassion:
In 1980, Mailer spearheaded convicted killer Jack Abbott's successful bid for parole. He helped Abbott publish a collection of letters to Mailer about his experiences in prison. Abbott committed a murder within weeks of his release, and consequently, Mailer was subject to criticism for his role; in a 1992 interview, in the Buffalo News, he conceded that his involvement was "another episode in my life in which I can find nothing to cheer about or nothing to take pride in."
Ya know, in all my life I have yet to aggressively petition to release a killer, who kills again. Any neither has my mother.
I guess it could happen.
But it prolly will not.
What a wanker he was, eh?
But prolly a bucket of fun to have a beer with.
Anyhoo, for all his good works, he wrote some real shit. I musta tried reading Ancient Evenings about a hundered times but never made it past the opening bits which I think take place in a mausoleum or cemetery...or maybe it was a carpark. Whatever. It was impenetrable and insufferable in anything other than small doses. Possibly like the man himself.
:: WB 4:21 p.m. [link+] ::
:: Thursday, 8 November 2007 ::
:: WB 4:17 p.m. [link+] ::
Good Lord, Jonathan Steele is an Insufferable Wanker
Here he slags Sarkozy and here he flat out gymnastically defends Amadinejad (?).
Now, I can accept that as an urban wog in Sydney I am doubtless late to the Steele Wankery and readers are already aware of the botulism Steele perpetuates in his writings. But seriously, read this shit and weep. See this cretin is one of them crap Brits, the ones that shoulda bin left on a mountain to die, ya know?
Urgh. I am as yellow as the day is long (blah blah insert six gears in reverse Italian joke here) but I think I might not be countable on to not toss my drink in this prissy prig's ugly mug if I was unfortunate enuff to meet him in a bar.
Him and Arthur Batchelor. Amemba him?
Not representative of Brits I know, thank Christ.
:: WB 11:52 p.m. [link+] ::
... in October Italy became the first European Union member to be granted diplomatic representation in the 22-member Arab League.
What genius decided this 'representation' was necessary? How embarrassment to be the first. Before even the French. Urgh.
:: WB 11:14 p.m. [link+] ::
A Brit SAS man speaks of Iraq
And it is mighty interesting and hopeful reading.
:: WB 10:36 p.m. [link+] ::