Americanism.

Americanism was the simplest religion ever conceived.

Its bible, the Constitution, was a few sheets long, and essentially boiled down to 'go and be happy'.

There was no god.

There was no governing class.

Anyway, that was Americanism. Let's hope they have a fundamentalist resurgence.

Correction.

It is open source.

It is assholes.

But it is the Banshee music player, not Opera.

Banshee, if you remember, was the music player written in that god-awful C# open source clone, Mono, that ate memory and hung the system after a day or two.

This time it failed to go away when asked to, and left a zombie behind that slayed the sound resources Opera needed.

Now I will uninstall Zombie, sorry Banshee, since it seems to be really really, well, *crap*.

Rhythmbox takes two goes to start, but Rhythmbox rules.

You Gotta Love these 'Open Sauce' Assholes.

So they bring out a version of Opera, 9.60, that WORKS!
WONDERFUL!
Then a week later, 9.61.
Then, this week, 9.62.
And guess what?
Yes!
The fucking idiots have BROKEN it again!
Well done!
You half wits.

Remember..

The next time that the MSM 'reports' on the plight of someone from their approved list, or stresses the misery of people with guaranteed jobs who don't 'feel safe anymore', or the next time that someone tries to tell you about the sufferings of this, that or the other.....

remember this.

Humans have feelings too.

Thunderpants removed.

The smell is terrible. The Times cannot guarantee to publish all comments due to the number received, that number being '8' on this occasion.

Once again, they have been evicted.

I can guarantee to get published in San Francisco.

I can't get published less than 6,000 miles from home.

According To The Plan Of The Split-Second...

Interest rates in the USA have been cut again.

This means that those still earning can borrow a little bit extra and spend it.

This will provide a boost for another couple of weeks or months, until the elastic runs out again, and people are again in as much debt as they can support.

Meanwhile, the dollar will weaken, as it returns less, and so the prices of all the imports will go up.

This means that the people still earning, and now in even more debt, will actually be physically capable of buying less.

If this was Japan, where they are capable of building for the home market, the impact would not be great.

But this is the USA, where they rely on imports from China.

The Chinese will be urged to cut interest rates also, to prevent the dollar collapsing.

And here is the point;

in 1929, the UK urged the USA to cut interest rates to prevent a Sterling collapse.

And we all know 'what happened next'.

But just in case, here is the Great Depression.

Norton Commando

is BACK

Three Strikes.

The Telegraph has been evicted again. Although I put them in because they (or rather Simon Heffer) kept mentioning Ayn Rand, they are up to their old tricks again with the comments.

So tata.

Come Again?

They are crowing about the end of 'Reaganism-Thatcherism'.

Apparently its time has come. 

What they fail to mention is that they killed it ten years ago. Maggie was forced out eighteen years ago, Ronnie in 1988, twenty years ago. Ronnie is dead. Maggie is broken.

But at the time, Maggie and Ronnie were unstoppable, popular, effective and wildly victorious.

It was their enemies who looked to objectify them, by creating absurd 'isms' linked to their names.

And it is these enemies, dismayed by the continuing expectations of the people that the eighties will continue, who are now seeking to murder the strawmen they invented and take our freedom with them.

They hate and fear the realities of that time so much, there is no atrocity to which they will not stoop in their quest to murder our hope.

The Neighbour Situation.

What do you do when your neighbour finally and irrevocably proves that he is an asshole?

Simple.

Print out the Wikipedia entry for 'Asshole'.

Fold it twice. Put it in an envelope. Address the envelope to your neighbour. Put a stamp on it. Place it in a post box.

Then, write a letter, to his landlord. Keep it friendly. Mention the noise. Mention the pets. Mention Civil Action in the courts.

Address it to his landlord. Put it through the agent's letterbox.

Then go and have a beer while looking out across the Bay.

Boowaaahahahahaha!

Riddle Me This.

I went away on holiday for a week.

Now that I'm back, I've turned on my main computer again, and started up my private website.

It has been switched off completely from last Saturday until yesterday.

Yet, when I looked at the stats for the site, it was shown as having received a couple of visits on Thursday.

This is rather strange, as the tracking is included in the site and only runs at the same time as it does. So unless there is something I don't know, somebody must have switched my computer on while I was away. I assume that the server runs even even when no user is logged in, unless somebody very sophisticated hacked me.

Meanwhile both music playing programmes have been suffering unexplained database corruptions, and all Skype does is crash and hang, taking Ekiga with it, which is new.

On the plus side, I've installed the new Opera, and it works perfectly.

It Finally Happened.

Gordon 'The Moron' Brown is going to make it law that this country produces an estimated 80% less CO2 in thirty years.
Yes.
They really are going to tax the air that we breathe.

Don't Ask Me(Shrug).

According to Channel 4 News :- The newly nationalised banks have been ordered by the treasury to maintain lending at last year's levels!
Directive 10289 is here!
I would say that you couldn't invent this, but Ayn Rand already did.
Next-the collapse of the cities.
This really is the end game.

Welcome To The Orphanage.

The government wasn't satisfied with owning our money.
Now they own our bank accounts too.

Sadly Too Typical.

Tonight I watched the Harry And Paul Show on BBC1.
Once you get past the jokes and see where they are headed, the usual suspects are only too apparent.
First off, the title sequence is not 'making fun of' the Soviet Politbureau.
It is embracing it in the warmth of a proper BBC welcome. But it is not the BBC. It is Harry Enfield, that famous champagne socialist, who is admiringly tipping the wink to the Soviets.
No?
So why, in the first sketch, was Margaret Thatcher murdered by Nelson Mandela?
This is what all the other sketches were leading up to.
As if nobody would notice.
Once that basis is established, then the rest of the sketches fall into place like the dominos in the Guinness advert.
Harry pretends to have a 'kind smile' for the benefit of the 'Polish girls'.
He presents himself as a bumbling, kind, amiable little fellow who is going bald, and is lonely.
In fact, this is a front, the front Enfield has been presenting to the world for thirty years and more.
But every time he fumbles, something gets trashed. If you don't see the method behind his alleged aimlessness, you haven't been paying attention.
Like all the socialists, he has been playing a long game, the only kind of game that could have sustained them through the eighties, when their arch-hate Margaret truly scared the shit out them- by being successful and popular with the people.
And they have been trying to tuck we, the people, up in our prams again, ever since.
Their kind smiles follow us from the cradle- to the grave.

My Dear Chap....

The Times is concerned that two NHS doctors planned mass murder.
My dear fellow, they do it all the time!
Why all this melodrama with cars?

I Say, Have You Seen...?

The Conservative website?
It has been totally revamped.
New vampires on every page.
The local party in my new neighbourhood has quietly ignored my transfer approaches, so I now must consider myself expelled by virtue of no longer being a member.
This is as it should be.
I have never before associated myself with malfeasant milquetoast weakness dressed up as statesmanship, and I'm not about to start now.
The conservative party fills me with the urge to defacate.
The have about as much principle as Hitler, and less competent image management.
They really mean it when they say that they are ready to hold hands with NuLabor.
It's like the Ribbentrop Pact.
This time what's left of England is the new Poland, and the Long Knives are out for any person of principle still silly enough to remain within their sphere of influence.
President Haguenberg won't be here in thirty years time.
Maggie can do no more.
It's up to Major, the last Prime Minister with anything even approaching a set of principles, to become the senior statesman that salvages some dignity at least from this appalling farce.

Let's See Now......

They promised an 'end to boom and bust'.
This was the key to giving them control for as long as the lie could sustain.
And to hell with everybody and everything that didn't fit the plan.

So they sold cheap money to the banks; the interest rates were kept low, so that we could buy cheap credit.
The credit went to buy real produce in China, which we could afford not because we had earned it, but because we had cheap credit.
The Chinese got tons and tons of money for their work, and used it to buy government credit notes in the West.
Thus, the governments provided more cheap credit.
Thus we bought even more Chinese produce, and they bought even more credit.

Our governments could see no reason why this would ever end.

Confused?
You won't be.
After next week's episode of......SOAP!
(laundry soap, chinese laundry soap, Chinese money laundry soap).

Trouble is, they have told so many lies about the Industrial Revolution being 'founded on slavery', that they see nothing wrong with contracting out slavery to a government that enslaves 1/4 of the population of the world.

It was for the best.

Sometimes it's kill or cure. My troubled area is dandruff.

The Empire Strikes Back.

From the BBC:

The West Bengal government acquired 1,000 acres of land for the Nano project two years ago.

More than 10,000 farmers accepted compensation for their land, but just over 2,000 of them refused and demanded land be returned.

During the protests Tata's engineers and workers were attacked, prompting the group to stop work.

Finally, someone has the guts to stand up for the RIGHT OF PROPERTY!

Vomit In Print.

The front page of the Observer, the socialist comfort blanket for all those champagne types in Notting Hill and Camden who may have lost their nannies - it carries the legend 'Crash Of 2008' with 'Disaster' writ large underneath.

You can bet that the creators of this page don't believe for a minute that it is anything of the sort.
They still publish, confident that there will be a market of people with money and leisure to invest in this form of idle schadenfreud, thus negating the point they try to make by the fact that they are making it.
You can be sure they waited until it was safe in their eyes, before making the cowards' shout from the back of the crowd.

If the Observer goes absolutely broke and goes out of business forever, I will be convinced that something cathartic is on the cards.
Then and only then.
Until then, we can rest assured that all the usual people are safely behind the eight ball.

Stranger Than Fiction?

This is what comprises the establishment of Britain. Whether it is any better than elsewhere I don't know. But I certainly hope so.

Got Bloomberg?

Then you can watch it on TV.

Oh, Boy!

Courtesy of Djomama.

Ohhhh, Yeah!!

Oh, Yeah.

It's Official.

Ekiga is okay, okay, okay.
It works well, and offers many attractive features that Skype doesn't.
Skype is probably a more mature technology in some respects, but Ekiga, once tuned, is better and doesn't conflict with other applications trying to use audio resources.
In other words, if you have music playing, you can still hear the ringing tone.
It has to be said that if you hit the lucky sweet spot, Skype will do this too, but only if you are lucky. Ekiga co-exists right out of the box.
All you have to remember is, that like many other Open Source applications, a certain amount of adjustment is required to obtain good performance.
In Ekiga's case this is minimal, and I've probably lost less time with Ekiga than I originally did with Skype.
Plus, Ekiga is compatible with the new industry standard.

More Open Source

So, I decided to persevere with Ekiga. It couldn't really be that bad, could it?
In a word, no.
Ekiga is Open Source down to its boots, which means that unlike the free ride provided by Skype to a certain extent, Ekiga is endlessly configurable.
For example, ring the '500' number to test, and audio works out of the box.
But video can be configured in a multiplicity of ways, and '500' will loop your transmission back to you for inspection.
This works( after a delay), and you can begin to tune your video in terms of bandwidth and quality.
This is very open source, and I'm beginning to think that Ekiga has potential.
I'll get my co-worker to have another transmission session tonight and see if we can't get it working.

Open Source.

The fact is, that some 'open source' stuff is only open source because the developers can't get real jobs.
They pretend to be able to programme, do a little bit which is enough to convince the gullible that their product really is a product, then release some half-baked rubbish into the world.

Example being that 'Ekiga' intends to take over from Skype.
Thing is, boys, Skype really does work, while Ekiga is an embarrassingly poor audio phone which swallows resources whole and tries to pretend it does video by enabling the fake menus, while echoing like a soliloquy recited in a toilet bowl.
While flushing.
It is touching that enthusiasts (wankers) go on saying it is okay, and praising its alleged features, but somebody should tell the two men and a dog (and a monkey) at Ekiga that no amount of TSR (viral) programming is going to entice people to use their crap.
Point in fact: 90,000 people are registered with Ekiga, typically 500 on line at any time. 12 million people are typically online with Skype at any time. And they are both free.

Curiouser and Curiouser.

Lured by the links on the anti-CP site, I visited the European offices site.
Here was their art gallery.
Oddly enough, in the paeon to 'strong' women in culture, especially political culture, there is no mention at all of Margaret Thatcher.
So it is a religion, then, and she is its shibboleth.
You may know who we are.
We also know who you are.

Conspiracy Theory.

Over the years, under my own name, I have possibly made an impression in certain circles as someone who opposes the state, as a concept and as a reality, especially all forms of Communism, which changes to evade detection in the same ways as the HIV virus, using the same methods for the same purpose.
I have published many public articles, gotten into many public arguments and stood for public office twice.
Many strange things have happened to me.
I have been approached by total strangers wishing me to join peculiar societies or social groupings, I mean absolutely out of the blue; I have found my ambitions laid bare before unsympathetic people, and people who have watched all this and offered nothing but sympathy. Nothing.
Then there were the times that people seemed to know things about me and my loved ones. Times when I was down on my luck, and found myself 'kicked', threatened, abused, initmidated and helpless to fight back.

I don't think that they understand me.
I think that they hate me.

Who and how?
The who could be these people, for example.
They would fit the bill, but what of these 'methods'.
Item: I was due to become rich, through an invention.
Item: I was swindled, which prevented this.
Item: I enjoyed 15 years of peace at my old home.
Item: A new criminal moved in upstairs and began a personalised persecution which was actually physically dangerous. This happened when I fought back against the swindlers.
Item: I overheard my opponent talking about me wiht pure hatred in the election; he didn't know I was there(old leather jacket, flat cap, no rosette) and so I heard. Bearing in mind I was only expecting 10% of the vote, what was his beef?
Item: They were discomfitted when I moved to a better situation.
Item: I saw one of these funny little men hanging around my new street.
Item: A couple of weeks later my new neighbours left and another of these 'funny litle men' moved in.
Item: This one uses Drum'n Bass on an industrial scale to disrupt the house.
Item: Nothing personal, but the police have recently had all their domestic noise powers removed. So much easier and safer than employing criminals, if it is Common Purpose and not paranoia.

Could be a load of nothing.
But I don't expect that I will be suffering these fools much longer. I am making money, fast, and I'll be able to afford a bomb-proof place in a couple of years.

Why Ugly Betty?

Why do I love 'Ugly Betty'?
I was just watching 'Wire In The Blood'.
This is essentially a poor relation, juvenile pretense at ersatz 'American' drama, as imagined by the tired old collection of mentally neutered dramatists employed by ITV.
They want to sneer at American drama, as too violent and melodramatic, yet seek to 'prove' that England is just as exciting by relying on the very same drama-bites and throb-cues for an effect which is so much less than the sum of its alleged parts.
There is no plot, no mystery, no characterisation - the non-events are puppeteered by gutless cyphers and the entire process is nothing more than televisual roughage intended to act as a vehicle for the requisite number of advertisements in the requisite number of hours.

The BBC imitates this, but without the adverts.

Oh yes. And everybody looks miserable to convince us of the seriousness of the non-proceedings.
Even Doctor Who has to be pimped up by using a full blown symphony orchestra to play the theme tune.

Ugly Betty is actually very, very good.

British drama is badly acted, badly written, and boring.
The talent exists somewhere, but it is all pissed up the walls of the studio executives offices in the name of keeping egos down.
It is not for nothing that Patrick McGoohan lives in exile in America. This country was too small-minded to hold him after 'The Prisoner'.

Generally, America is also filled with a surfeit of very bad television, but occasionally the talents get together and produce something good. Of course, Ugly Betty is based on a Mexican soap, but sometimes it takes talent to know talent and adapt it.
Similarly, underdog films in America, such as 'Thank You For Smoking' and 'Crash', are absolutely superb, while the vast majority of mainstream Hollywood produce is pure shit which is not worth watching. Recycled shit at that. But at least it doesn't rely on nauseating English whimsy like most domestic crap, and at least two or three good films are produced each year.

Maggie Come Home

There's nothing to forgive.
Courtesy of commenter Wiggysan, the bald man of Japan, and his Daily Mail

Come In Mister Brown...We've Been Expecting You

After co-manufacturing the greatest collapse since 1929 - twice - Gordon "The Moron" Brown has started berating his victims for putting 'Profit before responsibility'.

Actually, it is the responsibility of every living being to make a profit in one form or another.
But not Gordon.
So what is he then?
A dying being?
Are we all being asphixiated by the creeping death which is the British establishment under Gordon "The Moron" Brown?
Looks that way, doesn't it?

But the cunt won't sleep sound of fear until he's convinced us we're the ones responsible.

On The Record

Ten years on, and the longest pyramid scheme in history has finally reached it's inevitable end, the swindling of billions based on bad credit.
The end of boom and bust in the name of prudence has proven to be two spectacular busts based on recklessness and irresponsibility.

As we have become further divorced from consequences, we have gained a Ministry of Justice, like a 1960's South American military Republic, with our own version of appointed succession in the junta, from Blair to Brown.
While we have a ministry of justice, the police have grown ever more enfeebled, backed up by a militantly useless 'plastic policemen' organisation which wanders about in blue-rimmed caps looking almost like policemen but being utterly useless. They might as well wear billboards with 'Policemen' written on them, these £18,000 a year scarecrows.

And in the Welfare State, we are told that unemployment has risen twice as fast as benefit claims.

Please, please, please, throw these useless government criminals out.
Don't vote for parties.
Vote for individuals. Clean the toilet.

The New Fred's In.

Fred on Everything

Ugly Betty

Was just beautiful. I no longer have doubts that the original writers are back in the room.

Har har har!

Courtesy of Djomama

Anus Channel Four.

Channel Four news is the news that amplifies its own self-opinionated bluster to the point where it believes it is serious and possesses gravitas.
This truly awful collection of fraudsters is in its own mind an instrument of a state which doesn't exist, thank god, except in the flaccid imaginations of those who perpetrate it on a defenceless public.

Observe as Zenab Badawi (or whatever her name is) goes on the offensive against people who are merely expressing their rightful opinions, her slanderous imputations that they are lying just this side of criminal law.
Observe as sympathetic co-establishmentarians are brought in to simper in mawkish victimhood for any cause of the minute that the crooked news team wishes to ram down our throats.

Everything is just so, from their grovelling facial expressions to their slightly edgy stubble to their trendy oblong spectacles.

This isn't a news service. These are orchestrated theatricals on behalf of a one party state that hasn't quite arrived yet.

Sadly, It Is Too Late On A Weekday

A very underrated film.
Silverado.
I can't stay up to watch as I have work tomorrow.

Official-America Founded By Asshole

The incident started on King Street in the early evening of March 5, in front of Private Hugh White, a British sentry, as he stood duty outside the Custom house. A young wigmaker's apprentice named Edward Gerrish^[2] called out to a British officer, Captain Lieutenant John Goldfinch, that Goldfinch had not paid the bill of Gerrish's master. Goldfinch had in fact settled his account and ignored the insult. Gerrish departed, but returned a couple of hours later with companions. He continued his complaints, and the civilians began throwing snowballs at Goldfinch. Gerrish also exchanged insults with Private White, who left his post, challenged the boy, and then struck him on the side of the head with a musket. As Gerrish cried in pain, one of his companions, Bartholomew Broaders, began to argue with White. This attracted a larger crowd.<sup>[3]

From the splendid annals of Wikipedia</sup>

You Don't Kow How Lucky You Are!

Back in the USSSA!

You Don't Kow How Lucky You Are!

Back in the USSSA!

Do You?

Do you ever discover a film on TV, or in the privacy of your own home, which you know to be excellent?
And you can't watch more than ten minutes?
Because they've trained you like one of Pavlov's Soviet Dogs, and your concentration cannot bear to last more than ten minutes?
When was the last time you went into a public cinema? How long did you go before being 'mugged'?
Was it some life form trying to assert it's imperial will by mimicking your laughter to destroy spontaneity?
Or some creature throwing something hissing and heavy past your ears in the dark?
Or just something grunting or coughing every time you move?
These are the means they use to enslave you, to make sure you pay attention to them and not to the film you paid for.
The cuntery of England is filled to pustulent bursting with such filth.

These days, I generally can't sit through a movie - unless it's in Canada.

England...

Is a cuntery in Europe.
It is the duty of all remaining human beings (such as occur due to the gene pool) to escape.

Class.

They wonder why they can't sell music these days.

Good News Everybody!

The new FRED is in.

Spot The Deliberate Mistake?

"Divorce Genes discovered"
So if all these people are procreating with multiple partners, why hasn't divorce predominated?
Oh, wait, it has!
This is just another load of allegedly 'scientific' shit which is being used to promote the 'evil humanity' fiction for the benefit of the people who see nothing to be done, and the benefit of the people who want to bash us all on the heads and make us behave.

What a load of bollocks.
The rise in divorce is due to emancipation from bad decisions, as well as the difficulty in finding anybody remotely human these days.

Hell in a hand basket?
Certainly.
Genetic?
Don't be pathetic.

Good News Everybody!

Firstly, my new computer is working. I plugged in my old hard drive, and it booted up straight away. All I had to do was put a sound card in, and I had a spare lying around.

Secondly?
Friday 5th September - UGLY BETTY is returning!
Whoo-hoo!

Dull-Che et Decor.

The byline in the Yorkshire Post talks of youngsters 'queuing up to serve queen and country'.
So.
After about a decade of conditioning in schools ( which were made compulsory in preparation for the Great War), and having had the last remnants of individuality stifled by their compression under the heel of family 'life', these kids honestly think that joining the army will represent freedom?
There, they will be taught one thing and one thing only; to kill on command like attack dogs.
Sure, they will be looked after, while they are in, and given support systems.
But the lonely day will come when they have to pull the trigger.
Some will enjoy it. They are headed for great things.
Most will suddenly find that they are getting ready to return to civilian life, if they they can face their demons all alone without the company.

At this point they realise what courage is.

No Proof At All.

No. There's no proof that they murdered Diana Spencer. She was the mother of the future king of Englitz, and she was likely to give him johnny foreigner half-siblings and have a whole other life apart from the Royal Family, but there is absolutely no proof that they murdered her.

The inquiry said so. After the first two judges up and quit.

Also:-
Hitler had kind eyes.
The Krays loved their mum.
Stalin modernised Russia.

And the establishment of Britain is a pile within a pile wrapped in an enigma.

TFFT-It's Finally Over.

Apparently there was some sort of sporting event in a Chinese town called Peking.
At least it didn't last 55 days.
Meanwhile, the BBC has tried to smear the event into a faded skidmark on the underside of London by holding a '2012 Party' on television, whatever the hell that is.
Presumably in a few days the idiot-turkey-journos will stop gobbling and we can forget the whole miserable fiasco.
Until the next time.
Ken Livingston must be enjoying his rest immensely, which is the truly tragic part of the London Olympics.

Victory! Buwahahaha!

While the world watched the closing ceremony of the Limp-icks, I mounted a raid on e-bay, and won an auction.
I bought a 2.26 GHz P4 Optiplex for £16.50.
All I have to do when I get it is install my old hard drive and DVD writer (already Optiplex-compatible) and I'll have a lightning-fast Linux system.
Then put the old Windows Hard drive in the old Optiplex and get a useful increase in performance while being able to standardise on one model of computer.
Sorted!

Bloody Liars.

The WWF (World Wrestling Federation? World Wildlife Fund?), is trying to make out that Britain only provides 38% of it's water needs. Apparently the rest is 'imported' from Spain and Morocco, water shortage countries.
We are guilty! We are all guilty! What nasty people we are!
Except, according to these bloody liars, that would mean importing 620 gallons per household per day, which would need an infrastructure 1000 times larger than oil.
What utter, fucking rubbish.

Darwin Award

I suggest a Darwin Award for the the young fool who went paragliding in Hurricane Fay in Florida.
(With thanks to CNN). Apparently he was blasted into the side of a concrete building at high speed.
Ya gorra laff innit?

Not Impressed.

On TV?
An interview with the 'General' in charge of the Russian occupation.
I find it hard to believe that this fat, unkempt slob in a stripy tee-shirt was anything more than a stooge.
He didn't just look unemployable by a professional army.
He looked unemployable by a school sanitation department.
He looked like a stupid thug with tanks.
The Georgians must have been sleeping.
There must have been a surprise attack somewhere.
Even the tanks holding the passes were ancient.
Either the Russians used elite forces and replaced them with this comedy, or we could kick the Russians out in ten minutes if only we put our men into action.
This is a shambles.

The Beast Is Insatiable-Why Even Try?

So.
You've reached the stage where the evil is so sick, so obvious, that you decide to give it a good beating.
You do it again and again, until one day, tired and beaten, you find yourself out, down and bleeding.
You can take the pain.
You've given it too.
But what the bastard-beast does next is a real eye-opener.
Because you resisted, because you were not 'one of us', because you've reached the post-Thunderdome trance of inner Peace, it keeps on coming-but never getting there.
It keeps on trying to mount you on a string, not a pike, but it is still your head it is after.

It brays and brays about your fate, and how all-powerful it really is, but the fact is that the beast is terror, terror of you, terror of knowing what it is, terror of being seen.
And you've seen it.

It tries to turn itself inside-out, and fill you with terror while absorbing your mind.

This is where pacifism is born.

But never forget you knew how to fight.

On the Other, Other Hand...

The ceremony has also been strongly criticised by architect Ai Weiwei, who helped design the Bird's Nest stadium.

Writing on his blog, Mr Ai described the ceremony as "a recycling of the rubbish of fake classical culture tradition; a sacrilegious visual garbage dump and an insult to the spirit of liberty; low class sound play that's just noise pollution".

He was directly critical of China's ruling communist party, characterising the ceremony as "a showcase of the reincarnation of the Marxist imperialism; the ultimate paragon of an all embracing culture of fascist totalitarianism; an encyclopaedia that encompasses total defeat in intellectual spirit."

Mr Ai helped design the stadium alongside Swiss architect firm, Herzog and de Meuron.

But since then, he has become an outspoken blogger against the Olympics and the Chinese regime. Unusually, he has not been censored by the authorities.

Weiwei lived in the States for about ten years.

If he is faking it, he is doing a fine job.

On The Other Hand...

I went out this pm, and I was left the hell alone.
Pleasant?
I did some serious thinking.
I went to the first bar and had a chat about the fact that the Bass they were serving me was famous for many reasons, not least of which is that the Bass Red Triangle is the oldest trade mark in the world.
Then I moved down to the next bar and had a Smiths Bitter, which was adequate.
I sat out in the warm(ish) twilight and sipped my beer. I wasn't bothered much.
Then I went to the third and final bar where I had two halves of bitter, one after the other.
It was cold and tasty.
The music was good, and nobody paid me the slightest attention, which was better.
Worked out a few problems in my head.
Problems I have to face tomorrow. At work.
Weekends.
Bloody marvellous.
Good to have them back.

Not So Pleased Now.

So I went out.
The first place had old men singing Karaoke to ancient songs I'd never heard before.
I went next door.
Sitting outside were some junkies smoking Ganja, swearing and carrying on and on about how 'Ganja isn't a drug'.
The scrapings of the country.
I went back inside to finish my beer, where the psychopaths were merely drunk.

Proceeding back up the road, I saw a bar full of women.
Obviously I went in.
Obviously they were all on the point of leaving anyway, which they did.
So I sat in the empty bar drinking beer from a plastic glass- they obviously have a lot of trouble there.
So then I walked home.
Had a nice cup of tea.
Yes. I'm really living it up.

Feeling Pleased - With Myself

Tonight I'm going out. It's pissing it down, but a short walk gets me to a waterside bar with good music and an interesting crowd.
Earlier, I ran up the Ruby version of KDevelop on my box, and cleared all three sample programmes to running status.
That's Ruby, Ruby QT and Ruby On Rails.
Quite a task, and it needed a lot of extras installed.
Then I sat down and watched a little TV.
And it struck me.
There was a British 'adventure' film on.
The British think that personality is some kind of disease, something to be stamped out.
So these days, when they make a film, a group of dumb-ass no-hopers get together and agree to use all the safest cliches and all the most obviously tired actors, sleep-walking around the usual sets filled with the usual hive of faked activity.
The film was a bore at first sight, lasting, for me, about ten seconds.
The trouble is, there are no personalities allowed in this country, so nobody is capable of being the champion of a vision, because there are no visions, and if there were, they would be laughed at.

There used to be, but the days of Lew Grade and Patrick McGoohan are long gone, one dead, the other(as is usually the case) moved to the USA.

And you can't blame it on business.
It is precisely the lack of personalities that has lost the ability to inspire the business.
In the seventies the last gasp was shows like the Professionals.
Then they went for high production value classics, like Sherlock Holmes.
Since the mid eighties?
Nothing.
About as much imagination as a pea.

No.
No more drama in Britain.

Thanks heaven we still have comedy though.
I think Armstrong & Miller is absolutely brilliant!

Aren't Mothers Wonderful?

Wonderfully stupid, that is.
I remember mine in 1968 when the Home Service announced that the Soviets had invaded Poland:
"Oh my God!"
Like that was some sort of surprise?
Like it wasn't true to form?
That nice Mr. Gromeko!
And today?
"Oh, son, I'm watching the Olympics. It's wonderful! They haven't mentioned the Cultural Revolution at all in their instant 5000 years of Chinese history. And the things they invented! Like the Printing Press!"

Don't worry folks; next week a 'committee' of 'eminent Chinese archeologists' will come together and announce that China invented the Gas Turbine in 1785, along with the first all-steel ships.

Of course, despite having invented the printing press, there is no documentary evidence.

I mean, fuck off!
What the fuck do you take us for, you inbred, miserable, lying examples of mental illness?
The Chinese also invented gunpowder, but had to develop martial arts, 'cos nobody was able to have a gun.
And then they .....
Oh sod it.
They are pathetic.

It's Berlin Again. But Who Are The Nazis?

"We expect over forty medals".
Thus spake the fascist sports minister - of Britain.
Go on, athletes of Britain.
Go on.
Get on the first plane home and tell the scum to fuck off.
That would be leadership.
That would be glory.
Then you would all be champions.

But that won't happen, and for the same reason that you won't get any medals.

Well, Have You Ever?

Ever noticed something?
You tell some guy who's really been cooking your cool, asking for it- you literally tell him, "Fuck off you miserable piece of shit, and fuck your mother."-you tell him this, and does he get mad, like some kind of a man?
No. And here's the weird bit.
They look at you, disappointed, and say something like, 'you would'.
As if you are in the wrong for using their tactics against them.
As if you are in the wrong.
Such creatures exist. I punched one out, years ago. They are the storm-troopers of the faggot-world-order, a sort of sick brethren that congregates and decides who and how they're going to bring down today.
The more you hold out, the more terrified they become. And the more blindly determined.
Truly, The Prisoner was a parable of the modern age.
I'd love to put a name to this filth and expose it.
If anybody else knows, drop me a line.
By the way, the one I clouted was a Canadian.

What Really Happened.

The guy was 40 years old.
He was one of those blokes that always seems to get the shit-end of the stick, from employers, co-workers, you name it.
A bit of a loner, and people can sense it.
'People' didn't like him, because he kept himself to himself, was self-reliant, independent.
They could sense it.
He was getting older, and a little fearful of what people had been trying to do all his life; so he carried a knife.

One day he got on a Greyhound and sat down, at an empty seat, where he could stretch out for the long trip in comfort.

Behind him was one of the 'people', a 22 year old who knew everything and everybody like he'd read a map.
He took an instant dislike to the older man, for no reason other than his senses screaming through his rotten head that this man was a 'victim', his natural prey who couldn't do anything in self-defence.
At least nothing against this.
For sixty miles the younger man coughed, sneezed, sniffed and grunted at any sign of motion from the 40 year old; also at any sign of stillness, in case of a private thought or pleasure that he could stomp on.
And it was all done in secret, so that the ordinary Canadians on the bus either wouldn't or couldn't notice.
But today, the victim had had enough.
Today the rules changed, and the victim exterminated his oppressor, who died with a blood-curdling scream.
Today, they both lost their heads.
One literally and both quite properly.

Mystery Solved.

The package?
Lightbulbs. From the electric company.
I could cry.

When Will I Ever Learn?

So here we are, halfway house, and it's time for the Summer Party.
I go to the barby, and fill up on chicken and Hamburgers; the beer is plentiful, reasonable, and there are three kinds (!) of Tetleys, so I'm happy.
Good talk with the senior member.
Half an hour talking frankly with the boss.
Then it happens; I think Big Al is a safe bet, and he is, but the poor bastard finally got hitched, and she's showing her true self.
She's a piece of work.
I say I've got a mystery package at the sorting office.
Could be the big score, the photo of my ex from Arizona, the establishment of dipperlomatic relations after all this time - and the bitch says "Blow up doll" as she walks away.
Totally hammer between the eyes, but she's Al's missus, at the company do.
Another pint then home.
Won't be fooled again.

Well Who Would Have Thought It?

After Hitler showed the way with sterilisation and mass murder, and the Americans and Swedes with sterilisation of the mentally ill, Britain had it own ways and means of dealing with the chronically 'dangerous'.
Of course, the Labour Party hated the Thatcherists for closing and destroying all the asylums, the less to threaten incorrigibles with.
Maggie is my favourite aunty.
I particularly get the bit about the people being locked up sane and going mad later. I was locked up twice and escaped three times.
Eventually I threatened them with court action if they didn't fuck off. They let me go.
But then, I'm an 'unmutual' .

The Govmunt.

The game goes on.
As more and more people become less and less interested in what is jokingly referred to as 'democracy', sorry, 'our' democracy, the govmunt comes up with ever more absurd ways of engaging our interest, like a fat, ugly fan-dancer ignoring the jeers and cat-calls and filibustering with grimly cold determination, seeming never to shed any clothing or move any fan that isn't immediately replaced without showing us anything interesting.
The game goes on.
The govmunt steals and bribes; it steals our money then tells us it's ours. Then they pay some of it back out as bribes, and tells us it's theirs.
Wha? Are we really stupid enough to stand for this crap?
But, the game goes on, and the balls are kept in play by the armies of hangers on and fellow travellers who wish to promote their particular comfy lives at the expense of *nobody* ie the few producers struggling on, with the wisdom of centuries at their disposal from the screeching public schoolboys to the inverted snobs from comprehensives, all seeking to get that final revenge on the 'unmutuals', the few kids they saw who didn't care for them or their petty enthusiasms, the true people who denied them the sympathy they whined for, the sympathy for their mistaken creeds, that lifeblood of the weak, somebody to talk to who listens without conversing.

So these people struggle into positions of responsibility or public profile, playing the game so that they can really feel conformal, and then screeching to a captive audience that finally has to listen.
And television dies. And radio dies. And newspapers die. And the music industry dies.
Because these bastards have nothing to say worth listening to.
Next?
Next, the game moves to the internet.
The monkeys are going to get their filthy paws on that by way of licensing it.

Result!

After the music companies ignored a world crying out for the Biggles movie soundtrack, which has been unobtainable for 22 years, I found a BitTorrent enabler called 'Mininova'.
When there's something you need....when you are all alone....when you're desperate.....look for mininova.
It won't be hard to find.
Oh yes.
I now have Biggles.

If You Do One Thing Today.......

Read this; the History of Solidarnosc.

Hmm.

I've got my doubts about the New York News now, too.
I couldn't open an account with them.
And they were displaying some crappy TV License Fee advert.
Targeted?
International persecution more like.

They Deprive Us Of Teach!

Who still wants to pretend education is not political?

Beefed Up

Under 'Canadian Bacon' you will see that I have beefed up my Canadian coverage with the Globe & Mail, another chance for a serious mainstream paper to prove its worth.
However, I'm keeping the Toronto Sun; whatever would we do without Sunshine Girls to laff at?

Normal Service Is Resumed.

Under 'Pond Life' (as in 'The Other Side Of The'), you will find the New York Daily News. Welcome aboard!

I Deprive You Of Speech.

The comrades at New York Times have censored me. I was using my real name at the time, so I guess they know me, although they would never admit it short of being strapped to a chair and beaten around the head with a broken bottle.
Anyway, I've shown them the door, and like the London Times and the Telegraph, they have been ejected from my site.
It's the Vast Left Wing Conspiracy all over again.

Dem Bones Dem Bones...

Just watched the Prisoner, the final episode.
Gawd!
Inspired!
A final, murderous gun battle, set to 'All You Need Is Love' by the Beatles!
Get hep, man.

Resistance Is Not Futile!

Read this about the Poles who won through after fifty years.

Some More Pictures From Flower City.

This is a picture of a picture; Steve Kubby, a contender for the presidential candidacy on behalf of the Libertarian Party.
They chose a 'safe pair of hands', ie they sold out.
Alaskan Beer. Absolutely gorgeous.

The windows on the left are the front wall of Lolli's Castagnola Restaurant. The view is free, the food is excellent, and it doesn't cost the earth to eat there. The Alaskan beer was in the bar, along wiht ten or twelve others.

You can't quite make this sign out, but it said 'S&M Shellfish, dominating Bay area seafood since 1968'.

Leaving Fisherman's Wharf behind.

Under the Golden Gate Bridge on the South side.Coming back under from the Pacific.

On The Other Hand...

Yesterday, when the BBC cancelled 'Monk' in favour of golf (groop!), the damned ITV channel had the inspired foresight to show a superb comedy.
"Mystery Men".
Either you saw it or you didn't, but it was something else.

From Bloomberg Television.

"The best things in life aren't things."
-Art Buchwald.

Funny That.

Looking up Billy Joel on wikipedia, I noted the description of his 1989 tour dates in Moscow, and thought no more of it until I saw a children's programme on ITV1.
The girl was being pushy and putting herself forward for the 'grande finale' singing spot of the show.
She spoke with a fake American accent.
She was watched by the 'cool' kids, one of whom(of course) was black with dreadlocked hair. The others just stood in sunglasses and hats, watching her efforts with disparaging head-shakes.
This was clearly some Soviet idea of 'cool', where it is the duty of the 'cool' to sneer and put down other people, especially if they are American, especially if they are making a sincere effort.

The Cold War is over, the Russians won. They got more freedom, we got the Soviet apparatus infesting every child's future.
In another generation everything we designed so much hardware for, spent so much money and effort on, and defended so hard for, will be lost.
Due to the sneaking bastards of the internal fifth column, the fifth column grown in state nurseries during the 70s and 80s, like incubated disease ready to be released on our world.

It's happened. They're here. And in control.

No Fear - Thermonuclear protection

"Never any doubt that the government would support Fanny and Freddy" - Berry.
Is that doubt, or hope?
What do they try and pretend? The gumment is riding to the rescue.
What is the reality?
The gumment is holding America up at gunpoint and forcing it to give its money to a bunch of imbeciles, their families, and their hangers-on.
But this is only a crime to pay for the fraud the imbeciles have already committed.

Apparently this will save the 'economy'.

The Empire Strikes Back.

Good old Belly-laugh!

Wanton Senselessness?Here's The Proof!

Leeds given £2.3 million to study road charging. Only I was there 18 months ago; 18 months ago, Leeds ripped out the infrastructure that had been used to experiment with road charging for ten years previously, literally by the root.
They tore out every stanchion, removed every camera, from all the Southern approaches to the city.
That should have been the end of it, but now? Full reverse! Put it all back! Joined up government!

Visit Friendly Britain, Land of Human Sacrifice.

So here's the situation.
For many years, if the psychotic terrorists tried to conquer their neighbours Noriega-fashion, using noise (not Rock music - that can be listened to all day) then eventually the police could confiscate their weapons.

However, just a couple of months ago, the police were stripped of the power to close down noise.
So when some piece of shit turns up its oversized industrial 'boom' speakers and makes your one and only home into the trunk-space of a 'tuned' car, rendering it uninhabitable, there is absolutely nothing you or anyone can do, except try to work it out.

Obviously, this is what some of them are hoping for, so they blitz you for five hours every night after work, knowing that short of punching their lights out (and risking arrest for assault, and a criminal record) there is very little left to do.

Fortunately there is an option in rented property. If you can get the signatures of three neighbours and make a complaint to the landlord, they are obliged to threaten them with eviction.
This is one of those surviving idiosynchrasies of British law.
Don't count on it existing too much longer.
Due to no actual cogent purpose that I can detect, to achieve nothing whatever by way of power or political dominance, we are being progressively disarmed and placed at the mercy of these bastards.

My only imagined reason is that the people who make policy are like Tracy Emin and her 'art'.
It is the same strand of wanton senselessness, and in the service of the same idleness masquerading as purpose.
And these swine are PROSPERING today as never before.
Thanks Tony!

Join Me In A Toast...

Fred's On Form again

Not for the squeamish

What's This?

Hard work never killed anybody.....?

Happy Thoughts

Just changed my desktop background - to the original Catwoman, Julie Newmar.
It's a picture of the old girl as she appeared in the original TV series, in her famous Cat suit.
Ouch.

Don't Forget The Real Heroes.

This picture courtesy of Photobucket.com

Millions of people are being threatened with violence because they want to live.
Dozens are being murdered.
I saw one called, simply, 'Gambo', on TV tonight. He didn't look like a fool.
But they got him anyway. He was murdered by Mugarbage thugs.
He was one of me.
I could have bought the man a beer in happier times.
Dead, because of that evil regime in Zimbabwe.
And dead, because he had the touch of a man like me about him.
It's no accident. This is what the bastards really want.

It's also the reason the Western governments are dragging their feet.

Oh, And by the way...

I was in San Francisco recently!

Simplesons

I no longer watch the (cancelled) Futurama due to slanderous remarks about the late Ayn Rand.
The same is true of South Park, no matter how many times they try to deny that they said what they said.
It smacks of cowardice, and most attacks of this type are cowardly anyway.

I can't watch the Simpson's either, since the episode screened today where they visit Toronto; they are shown visiting a building titled 'Dodgers Of Foreign Wars'.
Since the producers of the Simpsons are unlikely to be supporters of Bush, they must simply be stirring up muck against Canadians with the trailer-park demographic over the fact that Canada didn't go to Iraq.
But they are still fighting and dying in Afghanistan, and while we're on the subject of 'dodgers', the Canadians were fighting the Germans in 1939, while the US was still doubling its gold reserves from British arms contracts and sitting at home without fighting anybody.
They only fought the Japanese when attacked, and the Germans declared war on the USA, not vice versa.

So it looks like American media slags are re-writing history again.

Pull The Other One, Mate.

It's got fucking bells on!
In a perfect example of a communist technique documented by Ayn Rand in her analysis of the Berkeley University rebellion of the sixties, a Yorkshire MP has attempted to compare the Muslims of Britain to the Pre-War Jews of Europe; never mind that yesterday some mental case of a judge, sorry, High Court Judge, said that Britain should accept Sharia Law.
Did I say 'never mind'?
Actually this is no coincidence.
This is how they work. They see a perceived weakness, as the judge represents, and they attack.
Always using lies.

Lest We Forget.

Just wondering.... with house prices falling at their fastest for 16 years, why isn't ZaNuLabour repeating it's oldest and fondest chestnut?
You know, the 'end to boom-and-bust' one?
Or are they hoping we forgot about that popular little ditty?

Greetings To The Cursed Soldiers Everywhere.

When the Soviets rolled into Poland in 1945, the real Polish Government in London told the Home Army to disband, in order to avoid civil war.
Some soldiers refused.
The last one was killed in 1963 by an ambush.
They were known as the Cursed Soldiers.

Shame Of The World.

How can we abandon them?
When you see the injuries that these victims of ZANU have sustained, then see the old injuries, you realise that these men and women are persisting in the face of true horror, because they are people of conscience, heroes in fact.

It is the shame of the world that these people are being abandoned.
It is Tiannenman again.

New York Times on Home Turf - MadMen

Ever see that series MadMen on the BBC? As so often is the case, the BBC is the first to get it, but then they don't 'get it', and for a few weeks now the scheduling has been irregular or non-existent.

Meanwhile, as this 10 page article in the New York Times shows, the series has gone on to be a monster in the US.
No mistaking quality, and some of the commentators and witnesses say it was so.

Will That Be All, Your 'Majesty'?

Prince Bernhard of the Netherlands confessed to taking more than 1 million USD in bribes from Lockheed to buy the F-104.
Excerpt from this article about the SR177.

Meanwhile, Back At The Ranch...

Inside a Streetcar going down the Embarcadero towards the Ferry Building.

In the cool of my room.

San Mateo downtown; famous name, not exactly covered in glory.

The price was $5 dollars, which I thought was a bit steep until I started going up the hill.
Nob Hill wasn't too steep at Chinatown.
All in all pretty good value.