19 July 2005
A question for you all
Is tax evasion morally wrong?
free to send me your own views at tex<<AT>>whackingday.com
Still, I've been robbed of so much future blog material. I guess I'll have to find a new web source for freakazoid conspiracies.
Joe's friends add this note:
this tends to happen when dead people don't pay their hosting bills,
A collection of quotes from this week's Green Left Weekly:
On July 13, Prime Minister John Howard announced that the federal Coalition government had decided to send Australian troops back to Afghanistan to help prop up the regime of US puppet President Hamid Karzai
In all the coverage of the July 7 bombings in London, a basic truth is struggling to be heard. It is this: No-one doubts the atrocious inhumanity of those who planted the bombs, but no-one should also doubt that this has been coming since the day British PM Tony Blair joined US President George Bush in their bloody invasion and occupation of Iraq.
These were “Blair's bombs”, and he ought not be allowed to evade culpability with yet another unctuous speech about “our way of life”, which his own rapacious violence in other countries has despoiled.
However, the methods and outlook of the London bombers bear more resemblance to the actions of the US and allies in Iraq than the bulk of the forces engaged in armed resistance to the US-led occupation.
Today Washington is trying to smear the Iraqi national liberation fighters with the “terrorist” tag.
Our leaders tell us we are at war; why then should we be surprised at being bombed? Do governments really think we can “shock and awe” the 7.4 million Baghdadis and, from the comfort of our homes watching TV, enjoy the “fireworks” of missiles demolishing cars, houses, water treatment works, electricity supply stations with impunity? We are all electoral conscripts, even the politically apathetic, and so we are all complicit in the crimes carried out in our name, even if personally we are vehemently against the illegal invasion of Iraq.
The young men who bombed London are considered by Kim Beazley to be “sub-human filth who must be eliminated”, but are in fact considered heroes in the same tradition that we celebrate. They gave their lives for God and country just like our young did at Gallipoli.
are people with $3 million who really do feel that they are just scraping
by, and they will feel the same way when they have $30 million or $300
million. That’s why they keep trying to drive down our wages and
social benefits no matter how large their profits are already.
Of course, there's something very suspicious about all this:
Of course you do. No dobt Joe's fearless analysis of the London bombings will deduce that "Wall St. Jews" carried out the attacks.
Odd though that these Jews of Death can cause Tsunamis & cyclones, launch "mini-nuke" attacks all over the world, cause Concordes to crash and carry out the Sep.11 attacks, yet they can't kill a conspiracy nerd like Joe Vialls who lists his home address on his own website.
Anyway, the Truthseeker's own archive of Joe's fascinating reports contain a few gems I hadn't noticed before, including:
all so exciting. Let us pray for Joe's speedy recovery.
If this movie is accurate, Jackson Pollock spent his entire life passed out drunk, staring into space, or screaming in schitzoid rage. He threw some paint around too by the looks of things.
I guess fans of the artist might find this all very profound: there's tons of wank dialogue about art theory and long, pointless silences.
Harris and Marcia Gay Harden make one of the most chemistry-deprived couples in recent memory. No other character registers at all, beyond being bloody annoying
and dull. Avoid.
The poor weenies over at The Communist Party of Australia have really blown a fuse over Beazley's naughty comments about terrorists:
....Comes from the Guns n' Dope Party Position Paper #23
Tony was sitting on a park bench munching
After the 6th candy bar, a man on the bench across from him said,
Little Tony replied, "My grandfather lived to be 107 years old."
The man asked, "Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?"
Tony answered, "No, he minded his own fucking business."
I've always been of the opinion that restaurant critics are basically full of shit.
This evening's meal did nothing to change that opinion.
A local Chinese restaurant - The Silk Road - has often been mentioned in all those regional "best chinese restaurant" awards. No small achievment, as the quality of Chinese cuisine in Canberra is absolutely the equal of anywhere on earth. We thought we'd try it out. It is located in a small, quiet suburban shopping building (too tiny to be called a "centre"), which is usually a good sign in my experience.
The interior looks great - about as posh as you can get while being able to enter wearing a motorcycle jacket. Nice atmosphere.
The entrees (chicken satay sticks and crab n' sweet corn soup) were actually quite good, though overpriced, and certainly no better than at far cheaper local restaurants.
We ordered two cokes, which were flat. Kinda hard to screw up a soft drink, but these guys did it.
What really gave me the shits was the main course: supposedly "fried chili beef". Quite why it was called this is a mystery, as what we were given was a plate of fried, shredded carrot. I dunno about you, but when I order a beef dish, I want it to consist mainly of beef. There was almost no beef in this at all.
In fact, hold up your two little fingers and imagine they are made of beef, that would would be more meat than we got. There was actually so little beef I have no idea what it tasted like. All there seemed to be was a giant mound of fucking carrot.
Oh, and the fried rice had fucking peas in it. Wow, Haute Cuisine a la TV Dinner. Yeeeeurrcchh.
$41 for two entrees, flat coke, a crappy small fried rice and a mound of "beef flavoured" carrots.
Well, it all looked nice, which after all is what counts to restaurant critics. That and the icy, snotty waitress.
should have stayed home and chewed my toenails.
The Green Left Weekly brings us a proverbial avalanche of wonderful news:
(Um, I thought Cuba didn't have any poor people? Isn't this a classless society?)
He's right ya know: such "enrichment" is usually measured in prison terms.
What, they don't pay a cent for these world class medical facilities?
No dirty capitalist hospital could ever produce such world-class healthcare.
Those Cubans are so lucky, aren't they?
Like this guy, who was lucky enough to be able to take his father to these facilities on a wheelbarrow:
Welcome to Cuba, the paradise for leftists the world over.
- Where being imprisoned for political dissent is part of a "a mass social movement for the liberation of humanity",
- Where being robbed of freedom of movement, assembly, speech and being kept in poverty is part of the "government’s commitment to making sure the fruits of that recovery reach the poorest and most vulnerable citizens",
- Where enslavement of the entire population to the vanity of a mass-murderer, the mass poverty, the concentration camps for critics are examples of Castro having "immeasurably enriched people’s quality of life in ways which can’t be measured in dollars".
Hey, it all sounds wonderful to me. Odd though, that so few of the world's leftists actually want to go and live there.
*Sigh*.....So many communists in the world, so little time to beat them to death.
After three seasons of underachievment, Kentucky lad Nicky Hayden has blitzed the field to grab his first premier-class victory, at the first US GP since 1994.
Nice to see Colin Edwards finish 2nd.
finished 3rd. The brainless swarms of Rossi Ejaculators must be very,
Maybe instead of a second-hand VTR, I'll get myself a second-hand Suzuki TLS-1000.
One of the most notorious sportsbikes ever made. Released in 1997, the brutal 1000cc V-twin excited and scared in equal measure.
Thanks to some dreadful suspension design, particularly the stupid rotary damper, the TLS was an ill-handling pig of a bike, which was involved in so many accidents that Suzuki was forced to perform a recall to fit a steering damper. The bike's reputation never recovered, and sales weren't as good as hoped (the same sad story was later repeated with the superbike-spec TLR, which I wrote about here) .
The bike did produce a considerable fan base, mostly thanks to its awesome engine, which delivered huge gobs of power and torque at the smallest twist of the throttle. With some suspension mods (most importantly, replacing the whole rear unit with a coventional shock) and swapping the 190-section rear tyre for a 180, the bike could be made much easier to ride, and by all accounts is a wickedly fun mount with tons of character, although it's still a bastard of a thing compared to the current batch of four-cylinder superbikes.
Personally, I've never been on a proper ride on one, so I'm keen to try it. I love the muscular looks and sound of the bike, and Australian journalists mostly reckon the ill-handling traits were exaggerated by European journalists (which is especially hard to understand given Australia's shitty roads).
There aren't that many on the used bike market though. People either crash them or want to hold onto them.
anyone in Oz has one in good nick they want to get rid of, drop me a line.
London terror attacks
Must have been caused by Buddhists.
Couldn't possibly have been caused by the followers of The Religion of Peace.
UPDATE: the lovely muslims at Ummah.com are blaming "anarchists" and "the French". Oh, and someone is blaming MI5.
Yep, tonight's the night to flush a few more Koran pages.
Another peace-loving muslim
Of course, Islam is just the victim of racism and bad PR, right?
Yes, you have just received the dubious honour of hosting the 2012 olympics.
You will now enjoy billions in taxes being pissed down the toilet, appalling traffic congestion, inconvenient public construction, intrusive security and seven years of maddening hype.
And if that isn't the proverbial silver lining on a dark cloud, I don't know what is.
5 July 2005
- Yobbo, discussing Asian public toilets.
sure to read his post, as it contains a wonderful new invention for the
This once popular media commentator's site reeks more and more of a ravingly insane psycho-creep conspirazoid site. From the unmedicated mental-patient graphics, to the raging, incoherent sentences, to the links to such sites as Rense.com and whatreallyhappened.com, to the the freakzoid whining about Pentagon "psy-ops" plots that would give Joe Vialls a stiffy.
It's a stomach-churning mosaic of hate-filled 60's-hippy insanity. Richard is - quite seriously - at a point where psychiatric experts need to be called. This kind of social commentary needs medical attention, not ridicule.
as I've mentioned before It says quite a lot about the Australian media
that a man who is so completely fucking insane
still gets paid work.
Good question, and a good article.
in hell, you diseased commie cunt.
This space-filler is stolen from Vegemite Man.
Yes I have one.
28 June 2005
Quote of the day
"Sorry" don't suture my colon!
Krusty the Clown
anyone who has ridden both the Honda SP1 and SP2 please e-mail
me at tex <at> whackingday.com
and let me know how the riding experiences compare.
Looks like Canadian public broadcasting is as bad as ours.
"Shania: A Life in Eight Albums"
Oh my god.
Southern redneck (and proud of it) Rob Smith has experienced the joys of vegemite.
And like all decent, civilised folk, he likes it. Sorta.
And to think this schitzoid fruit loop was actually considered Prime Minister material by many.
23 June 2005
My message to them: grow the fuck up.
Perpetually dim Ozblogger Niall Cook offers more anti-US mumblings:
I hate the flu.
rather be in a dental office.
Australia's favourite dessicated moonjuice freak has returned with another collection of jumbled paragraphs:
Howard and Bush are Nazis
Oh, and he fills us in on the latest Greenhouse Effect Nazi American Holocaust:
Well, that settles that then. (Pacific islands are 'sinking'?)
As usual, Richard The Futurist tells us about the future:
I'd love to see the UN cabbage monkeys try that one, wouldn't you?
I think your frontal lobe is suffering anal reflux.
James Ellroy - the author of LA Confidential and other hard-boiled crime noir epics - is undoubtedly one of the literary world's most self-absorbed knobs (and that's really saying something).
Every one of his works has caused much pants-wetting in book reviewers worldwide, who love his hard-edged, unsentimental writing style.
I finally decided to see what all the fuss was about, and picked up this book.
It really has only one fault: Ellroy can't write for shit.
So enamoured is Ellroy by his own drool, that he spends an eternity fussing over period detail, 50's cop lingo, graphic details of sexual crimes, and pretty much everything not related to the characters (who remain dull and opaque to the very end), or the narrative (about 20 pages of story in a 380 page novel).
The lead character is so boring, so badly fleshed out, you don't give a shit about anything that happens to him, and his motivations remain a mystery throughout. The same applies to pretty much every other character too. Some of the plot twists and the final explanation are truly ridiculous.
advise the guy to hire an editor, and pull his head of of his arse and
write some actual stories. Except I'm never gonna read one his crappy
novels ever again, so I don't much care what he does.
Muhammad Ali: black icon, visionary, devout muslim, poet, street intellectual, voice of the people, civil rights hero, consciencious anti-war thinker.
Try racist, serial liar, backstabber, bully, idiot, adulterer, coward, hypocrite, raving loon, stooge, publicist for murderous tyrants and bad father.
This is the impression you're left with after finishing Mark Kram's devastating polemic against the ex-heavyweight champ.
Kram, a one-time writer for Sports Illustrated who spent many hours in Ali's company, delves into the long-lasting blood-fued between Ali and his nemesis Joe Frazier. The book actually doesn't have much to say on this, other than examining Ali's bigoted, sociopathic psyche. It is more a full-frontal assault on the mindless cultural deification of Ali, a man who could not be less worthy of such worship. Ali, needless to say, happily played a part in this myth-making.
Kram's book certainly isn't perfect. He occassionally lapses into long-winded psychobabble when discussing the Ali-Frazier fights, and fails to detail the side of Ali's personality even Kram admits was "generous".
Still, it's a devastating critique of Ali mythology and his sycophantic & gullible cultural allies (Norman Mailer, he's looking at you).
The rescue of Douglas Wood has made the leftoids on usenet go insane with rage:
The same fellow also said this:
Throw in some conspiracy theory:
The reason for Yoshida's brain-fart? Apparently, Felt was responsible for the communist victory in North Vietnam and the Iranian revolution.
wrong Adam? That time of the month?
If only I were rich
Back in Feb 2003 I listed the bikes I'd most like to buy.
Here's my top ten wishlist as it stands today. Click on the name of each machine to see my review (or failing that, the manufacturer's page):
15 June 2005
Douglas Wood has been rescued in a military operation, no doubt much to the chagrin of the ABC, Fairfax columnists, socialists and appeaser-monkeys Australia-wide.
I'll be having a beer in honour of the rescuers tonight. May their god/s bless them all, and Douglas Wood.
sweetest part? Wood was rescued by the new Iraqi army, with help from
the wicked American invaders. It's enough to drive the Galloway-boosters
13 June 2005
Just got back from Sydney, where I spent the long weekend. Some brief notes:
- I wanna live in this building.
- the new shopping complex at Bondi Junction is very, very big.
- the beef vindaloo at Indian Planet on Pitt St. is fantastic.
- the grub at 'Paddington 1' is very good, particularly the gourmet pizzas. Nice cozy atmosphere too.
- Oxford street is one of the few places on earth where you can tell you've arrived by the number of homosexuals you can spot.
- none of the workers on Sydney's train system seem to be able to speak or understand english, or - come to think of it - even know the names of each stop.
- at the markets at the outdoor mall at Bondi Junction, one of the female vendors went nuts, started screaming, throwing her three tables of merchandise around, then marched off leaving all her mess behind. The lookers-on were rather confused.
- "waterproof" motorcycles gloves aren't.
- surely the NSW government can do something to make the streets around Surry Hills and the CBD not smell like stale piss and vomit.
every internet cafe in Sydney is full of insane Chinese and Vietnamese
teenagers screaming at each other.
Actually, it's more like 'five of my favourites', and are in no particular order:
1. Fatal Vision - Joe McGuinness
2. The Ninja - Eric Van Lustbader
3. Cardinal of The Kremlin - Tom Clancy
4. The Real Frank Zappa Book - Frank Zappa and Peter Ochiogrosso
5. Human, all too human - Friedrich Nietzsche
The self-proclaimed "world's greatest athlete" got beaten yet again.
going Anthony. Tell me, when exactly are you going to start to "rule
supreme" and fight racial injustice on the world stage? Hint: you
might want to actually start beating decent fighters.
7 June 2005
Jesus died for our sins. Dare we render his sacrifice meaningless by not committing any?
I just remembered that I own a Penguin edition of The Koran. I think I've used it as a beer coaster, but it's otherwise in good condition.
I'm trying to think of giving it a fitting end. Perhaps....
- tossing it next to the urinal cake in a male public toilet?
other ideas for the "Destroy The Koran" project?
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