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One of the correspondents in this month's Stalin Lives! magazine is calling for the destruction of Israel.

Nice people these marxists.

This week's Greenie Left report

This weeks Pogrom Weekly Green Left Weekly is as "entertaining" as usual:

--- they're fellating Fidel again

Castro was, indeed, humble and self-critical about the country's economic failings

Well good thing he's self critical, because criticism done by others tends to end unhappily. Oddly enough, what's good enough for those unappreciative swim-to-Florida niggers in Cuba doesn't seem to sit too well with our socialist bretheren here at home, even in the mildest of imitations. Then again, leftists generally ask others to pay the price for their ideological comforts.

--- You can sign their pro-Castro petition. Woo!!

--- A review of Matrix 2 so pathetic only a commie loser could write it. Check this out:

One possible reading at least sees the matrix as a metaphor for the bourgeois ideology that binds people to the system, and the rebels who must both battle the state and free people from their illusions as anti-capitalist revolutionaries.

It may not be quite the Leninist understanding of the inter-relationship between the lived experience of the working class and oppressed and revolutionary organisation (in fact the ``unsaved'' masses are virtually invisible and irrelevant in Reloaded), but a rough analogy is there.

The Matrix's vision of liberation may be contradictory, mysterious (at least until part three, Matrix Revolutions, is released in November), and perhaps elitist. But that doesn't mean we can't exploit those representations in popular culture that can have a progressive meaning. Anything, even in capsule form, that suggests the need to tear away mystifying illusions, to be committed to a struggle for liberation and to organise for it can't be a bad thing.

After all, it was a red pill.

You get the impression this guy needs to get laid?

--- some loser poetry. Let me summarise:

Big Marxist book,
Wrapped around my cock,
Gives me a happy.

Yeah, those Palestinians REALLY, REALLY want peace

I'm, like shocked man....

The Palestinian prime minister, Mahmoud Abbas, has pulled out of Israeli-Palestinian talks on the US-driven "road map" announced earlier today by his Israeli counterpart, Ariel Sharon.

Mr Abbas cited "scheduling difficulties", but the cancellation of the meeting, which was to be held tomorrow, was interpreted as an indication that the Palestinian leader does not see any value in meeting Mr Sharon.

Never mind. Everyone will blame the evil Israelis, and you guys can get back to your national sport: homicide bombings.

Today's carnival of insanity

Hey Hey!!
I'm crazy!!

Richard Neville - less a writer than a flesh-covered mound of swirling madness - is back with his latest essay: Murdering The Matrix, marketing missiles, marrying machines

I had hopes for The Matrix Reloaded. The first version - a Metropolis plus spaceships, kung fu, drugs – captured the subliminal shift of awareness at the end of the 21st Century. That the natural world was giving way to the New Global Church of the Silicon Chip. The merging of flesh and technology is gathering pace . The victors of the Gulf War are the killing machines, and the shareholders of the corporations who make them.

mmmkayyyyy: b-movies as metaphor for the Zionist War Machine.

The Matrix encroaches on the senses with the first handful of popcorn, as the ads unroll. Scenes from the blockbuster are intercut with scenes selling Mars Bars, or is it fast cars, or is it both? Long before the opening titles, Matrix the movie is promoting Matrix the lifestyle.

This (as with Phillip Adams) is Neville's favourite contemporary bogeyman: the evils of virtual reality. Neville's been waffling for years that we'll all dissolve into a virtual porno-coca-cola commercial and there won't be anyone left to make love to trees. On and on he's blathered, looking for his portents of doom.

The issue at stake is control of the future – will it be man or machine? Both in plot and marketing, the machine is gaining the upper hand.

Oh, here we go.

The packed houses at the sequel’s multiple screenings had less to do with artistry or imagination than with the power of Hollywood’s publicity machine.

The human-run publicity machine. oops.

The first Matrix had charm, quirkiness, a delicious sensation of fear. The new Matrix has a mighty budget and minuscule emotional impact, despite Keanu Reeves’ interminable orgasm.

You mean, some sequels suck? The end is nigh!!!

Still, the underground dance party is fun. Agent Smith, who turns his colleagues into copies of himself, is the parable of Rupert Murdoch.

Yeah. Richard once claimed on TV that H.R. Geiger's Alien design was a "penis with teeth", in some kind of evil corporate metaphor for AIDS. Or something.

Oh, and then there was his breathless revelation that the commercial failure of the lousy Dan Akroyd comedy Coneheads was the results of a conspiracy against immigrants. I am not making this up.

Overall, Matrix is an arms sellers bazaar, a Star Wars Expo, in which humans are pitted against The Terror. This terror is never-ending, just like the movie itself, which is “to be continued”, just like the doctrine of pre-emptive strike.

This is beyond parody.

Was it just me, or did anyone else notice that the vilest character in the movie is French? Worse, a Francophile weasel; arrogant, lecherous, pointless; the spitting image of Dominique de Villepin, the French foreign minister who won applause from the Security Council when he warned that an occupation of Iraq would be messy. Hollywood knows who butters its bread.

In case you hadn't noticed, Neville has a serious hard-on for the EU.

The next three paragraphs are an amusing, deranged rant, having something to do with AI, potatos, and evolutionary theory.

Like it or not, the merging of flesh and machines is unstoppable. It’s as if Dr Frankenstein is about to marry his own monster – only it’s not a monster after all, apparently, but a kind of saviour, a way for us to enlarge our capacities - repair our organs, extend our age, cure the blind, raise IQ’s, eliminate disease.

Flesh and machines merge. He has no examples of this of course, but it must be true because he saw it in a movie.

Scientists are the marriage brokers, and the rest of us are mail order Russian brides … bound for the Matrix. While this wedlock is supposed to make me immortal, such a prospect is sure to terrify my children.

Not just them, nut-boy. You're off your fuckin' rocker, you know that?

Those Lovely Deposed Iraqis

Hearing stories like this just makes you feel horrible that we violated Iraq's sovereignty:

Last October another bride, 18, was dragged, resisting, into a guardhouse on one of Uday's properties, according to a maid who worked there. The maid says she saw a guard rip off the woman's white wedding dress and lock her, crying, in a bathroom. After Uday arrived, the maid heard screaming. Later she was called to clean up. The body of the woman was carried out in a military blanket, she said. There were acid burns on her left shoulder and the left side of her face. The maid found bloodstains on Uday's mattress and clumps of black hair and peeled flesh in the bedroom. A guard told her, "Don't say anything about what you see, or you and your family will be finished."

...and this is one of the nicer ones.

The End of Britain

...hello creepy EU constitution.

The Guardian is - of course - outraged by the skepticism directed towards the glorious collectivist future the EU promises.


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