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In a landmark decision, W.R. McDougall says:
“Your number is finally up, America. I, together with the rest of the civilised world, wish to announce that we, yes we, the true human beings, intend to wash our hands of you.
Yours is a sick, warped, twisted cesspit of a nation drenched in the blood of innocents and corpulent on hamburgers made with the flesh of oppressed humans harvested for you by Sharon the Butcher and which you wash down with sticky, sweet drinks full of chemicals perfected by the Nazis and eagerly sold to you by your egomaniacal corporate criminals who intimately control absolutely everything you ever say, think or do.
You are solely and directly responsible for every single bit of misery and injustice that has ever occured since the inception of mankind and you neither realise nor care! But then what can one expect from a country whose national sport is Disembowelling Senior Citizens with a Pitchfork? And you all laugh while you do it just to reinforce how depraved and bestial you have become. And all the while you worship at the infernal throne of Bush the Barbarian who gnaws on the bones of harvested infants while licking his chops at the prospect of the next peace-loving nation he will reduce to dust and ruins with a mere contemptuous flick of his gnarled hand.
You conspire with each other in hideous cabals as you infest every corner of our beautiful planet like some kind of toxic parasite, sucking all the goodness out of creation and excreting in your wake poisonous fumes which deplete the air we breathe and contaminate the precious oceans with the odious ruins of your bloated bodies.
You arrogantly insist on the right to bear fossil-fuels and deplete the ozone layer with your primitive guns and you lose not even a wink of sleep while all around large parts of the globe fester with raw sewage and unmentionable diseases! Just look at Africa, Asia and my underpants!
But what’s the use of me complaining when you don’t even care a jot? Who else but demons could stand by indifferently while impoverished Argentinian civil servants are forced into sexual congress with farm animals while you flaunt yourselves flagrantly in your electric go-go bars with your styrofoam bossom-enhancers and obsessively free-market genitals which you wave provocatively at anyone who has the decency and heroism to stand up to your tyrrany. I am one of the few, one of those heros who is sick of watching you spend trillions of dollars on precision-guided nuclear-tipped junk food to launch into the unguarded orifices of helpless third world children and now everybody knows that the world would have woken up much sooner and smelled the stench of your fetid influence were it not for the genetically-modified TV programmes that you force them to watch.
Just how stone-hearted can you get? I bet if I was lying, stretched out in front of you on the sidewalk you wouldn’t even stoop to tell me the time. You wouldn’t even give a damn. You’d just walk right over me, wouldn’t you. Yes, you would. In fact you’d hop and skip over me, cackling with malicious glee at my misfortune before running off to one of your precious malls to buy onion-ring flavoured condoms with which to asphyxiate some poor Afghan peasant. In fact, you’d probably drive over my supine body in one of your monster, four-wheel drive, 12 cylinder blood-guzzling pick-up trucks while eating a pizza topped with endangered species. You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you. Yes, you would. You’d trample all over me. You’d stamp viciously on the soft protuberances of my helpless body with your hob-nailed cowboy boots while laughing and telling each other dirty jokes and practising your golf swing and high-fiving and whooping and whistling dixie and waving fl…AAAAAAARRGHHHH…MY BRAIN JUST EXPLODED!!!”
How else does one explain this?
Things in Zimbabwe are going from worse to even worse than that and I think it is safe to assume that Robert Mugabe is really not kidding around. Zimbabwe surely must qualify as Evil Central combining marxist year-zero policy with a highly illiberal dose of ethnic cleansing. Yummy!
White farmers are now being arrested for defying Chairman Mugabe’s edict and, in due course, they will either be expelled or killed. Mugabe has had, to all intents and purposes, the green light from the Tranzis who have been far too pre-occupied with bringing down the Great Satan (USA) and Little Satan (Israel) to waste any valuable hectoring time with the likes of Brother Mugabe whose odds of seeing the inside of the Hague are considerably longer than my odds of seeing the inside of Gwyneth Paltrow’s bedchamber.
Still, the Tranzis might live to regret it. Comrade Mugabe is in the process of setting a precedent and precedents tend to get followed. That’s why they’re called precedents. Trouble is, a whole load of other people might live to regret it as well.
Although it has been linked to elsewhere in the blogosphere, I feel that this essay by John Fonte is simply too important to pass without mention here.
It’s a long essay but far more than worth it. For me, it was more like a gripping novel; once I started reading it I couldn’t put it down. It isn’t just good, it’s exciting because a lot of us have known for some time that there was something wrong in the world but it was difficult to pin down and put our fingers on. It was something that has no face and no name. Like fog it swirled all around us but not being corporeal we lashed out fiercely in all directions, landing blows on nothing. It was like an itch we could never scratch.
John Fonte has done us all a service by running his nails deliciously down that spot and we will hear more of him and, more importantly, much more of the ‘Transnational Progressives’ (“Tranzis”) he so graphically disects.
Twenty-five years after his death people all over the world are gathering to celebrate the life of Elvis Presley. And when I say the world, I mean the world. Not just all over the USA but in Britain, Germany, Holland, Japan and even Malaysia.
Elvis Presley is bigger, more popular and more influential now than he was even when he was still alive. He is a global phenomenon that shows absolutely no signs of waning. His memory and his music continues to proselytize across borders and generations.
Elvis was so much more than a great rock ‘n’ roll singer. He was dirt-poor red-necked farm boy who earned fame and fabulous wealth by exploitation of his raging talent. He was all about looking good, living fast, having fun, driving gas-guzzling cars, eating hamburgers the size of cathedrals, wallowing in pretty girls and not letting anybody tread on his blue-suede shoes. His consumption was not merely conspicuous it was outrageous.
In a story linked to the one above, Chinese Elvis Impersonator Paul Hyu says:
He has gone down in Far East culture less as a rock star, and more as an icon of the West presented to them in a stage of their development.
For so many academics and ‘intellectuals’, Elvis represents everything that is crass and vulgar but for millions of other humbler folk he is the American Dream made flesh. It is a dream that are buying into as they gather together in every corner of the planet to shake, rattle, roll, jive and jitterbug.
Whether they realise it or not, Elvis fans are engaged in a glorious political act.
The King lives on.
Although he is not the first to comment on the large (and growing) rift between the USA and Europe, James Bennett delivers up a superb analysis of the role of Tony Blair in trying to act as a bridge between them and why he may well end up as political hamburger as a result:
“As always, the biggest problem is the inherent structural one implied in Blair’s strategy: the assumption that by integrating more completely into the European Union, Britain is also serving America’s interests by being a bridge between the two continents. This is not an eccentric position; it has been the standard assumption of the American foreign policy establishment from the end of the Second World War. It is, however, wrong. Where it fails is the assumption that Europe as a whole and America are sufficiently alike that their interests will naturally be aligned.
Jim is spot on. For all his blather about ‘modernisation’, Blair has both feet firmly planted in the past, seemingly unaware of his inability to bridge the gulf between the two civilisations and equally oblivious to the harsh fact that the gulf may not be bridgeable at all. This is not just about the Middle East or Iraq; they are merely symptoms of a divergence that is economic, political, cultural and even spiritual.
In some senses, the EU and Radical Islam have more in common. Their respective visions are, for sure, not the same, but they do share the quality of being a settled view about the way the world should be and neither can really brook any meaningful alternatives, lest their own visions be undermined. For Radical Islam, the answer is endless Jihad; for the EU the answer is the Kyoto Protocol, the ICC and global regulation. In both cases, the message to America is the same: submit.
For the EU elite, America is like a rebellious teenager that they simply don’t understand. How can they insist on sovereignty when it obstructs ‘progress’? How can they insist on the right of self-defence when we know that true security comes only through concessions and negotiation? How dare they cherish Western values when we know that all values are equal? For the Eurocrats, America is not just mystifying, it’s offensive.
But there is also a deeper, darker cause of Europe’s mistrust. The political classes of Europe may disagree on many things but of on one issue there is no dissent: the European Union and the overriding importance of creating a country called ‘Europe’. Everything else, all policy, all laws and all effort must be focussed on melding together a continent’s worth of fractious nations into one monolithic political and social entity with one government, one flag, one currency, one voice etc. They can’t do it and they know in their hearts that they can’t do it. So instead of having an identity, they are creating an anti-identity and that anti-identity is anti-America. It is how the EU will define itself, being unable to define itself by any other totems.
Regardless of the fate of the Iraqi regime, America will most likely get more American and, Europe, with the cancer of post-modernism coded into its DNA, will get more anti-American. Cold War it may not be, but it will be cold. Freezing, in fact.
Anyone following British news of late cannot helped but have notice that the main story gripping the folk of these islands at present is the deeply distressing disappearance of two little girls from their home village in rural Cambridgeshire.
After nearly two weeks, there is still no trace of them and nobody seems to have the first idea of where they are of what may have befallen them. I think it is fair to say that everyone is hoping and praying for the best but fearing the worst.
But some are just hoping and praying for pork:
“Senior detectives and politicians want to see the creation of a dedicated FBI-style task force to take responsibility for high-profile criminal investigations away from local police forces”.
Will the establishment of yet another state agency lead to the discovery of the whereabouts of these two children? Will it deliver them unharmed back to their respective homes? Will it stop this kind of thing happening again? The answer in all cases is ‘no’ but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that no trial or tragedy is missed as an opportunity by fans of big government to propose even bigger government as a solution.
If it transpires that some unspeakable ghoul has harmed these children, they have also harmed the civil society of which we are all a part. Those who seek to exploit this as an opportunity for a bit of bureaucratic empire-building are the ghoul’s fellow travellers.
The British public deserves a high quality news network which ruggedly pursues the virtues of impartiality, integrity and honesty. Alas, it doesn’t have one. Instead it has the BBC. And this is not just my jaundiced opinion anymore. Now it’s official.
BBC Worldwide, the commercial arm of the BBC, has just signed a major development deal with the European Investment Bank (the bribery wing of the EU) worth £25 million (about $40 million) and which will enable them to produce news, education programmes and children’s programmes guaranteed to be ‘objective’.
The cynical among you might imagine that such munificence rarely comes without strings attached but you’d be wrong. In this case, it comes with bloody great mooring ropes i.e. it is an implicit condition of all EIB funding that lucky recipients must not play host to any criticism of the EU. Nice little deal, eh?
So next time you surf onto their website of link to one of their stories or hear one of their broadcasts, remember: the BBC is a whore, bought and paid for.
Lest I appear puritanical about all of this, I must stress that I have no objection to people selling or buying sexual services but it does seem so unfair that the Eurocrats get all the pleasure while the British public get screwed.
How many people have indulged in that fantasy at some point in their lives? I know I have. Of course, the fantasy has been no more than a fleeting moment, usually upon hearing of the latest piece of idiotarian nonsense being peddled as fact on the BBC or passed into law by HM Government. Yes, those are the moments when I wish that I simply had the power to slap it down with a stroke of my pen or a contemptuous pronouncement.
I do not believe I am alone. After all, isn’t the phenomenon of blogging the very manifestation of that itch; the compounded fury at all that’s wrong with the world and the irresistable urge to put it right. But what if you really had the power to put it right not merely complain about it.
So let’s play a game. I am the genie released from the bottle and my first act is to make you Ruler of the World. You now have three wishes. What would they be?
Just how much influence Washington had in the establishment and growth of the EU is moot but what is certain is that successive US administrations looked favourably upon the EU, and British membership of it, seeing it (not unreasonably at the time) as a bulwark against the spread of communism.
No such bulwark is required now and, as Bruce Anderson points out, facts on the ground have dramatically altered the lofty ideals in the air:
“This mutual incomprehension and disdain will have far-reaching consequences, including a reassessment of American interests. Initially hurt by the Europeans’ attitudes, the Americans have rapidly ceased to care. They have now reached a stage at which they are no longer interested in what European countries think, with two exceptions: Britain — and Russia.”
The hope that the US might use its hyper-power influence to keep Russia out of the EU and, more importantly for me, get Britain out of the EU doesn’t look like quite such a long shot any more.
Before I gat hauled before the Blog Complaints Commission, I issue this apology for not acknowledging that the BBC Bias blog was established by Peter Cuthbertson.
Well done, Peter.
The path of true progress has been pockmarked with inventions that are simple and wickedly effective. Mostly they are also so obvious that all who encounter them proclaim “why didn’t I think of that?”
Has anybody ever thought of a blog (or indeed any vehicle) dedicated to exposing and highlighting the outrageously left-wing bias of the BBC? Too late. Somebody has. Better still they are somebody (or, actually, somebodies) that we all know well. Our very own Natalie Solent is a contributor as are shining stars of the blogging firmament Patrick Crozier and Ben Sherrif.
They have a very zippy little cgi-bin thingy which all readers are invited to employ in order to send in their own damning evidence of BBC Bolshevism and I intend to employ it liberally. I urge all our readers to do the same. I am confident you will not be short of material.
I wish I had thought of that. I didn’t. But personal gratification be damned. Let the fightback begin
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