2005 Archives You'll see in the archives section above that 2005 is missing. That's some glitch that will hopefully rectify itself eventually. But in the meantime if you want to find my posts from this period they are below:
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The names in spam e-mails are a bit of a cack. But it looks like Google ads are giving them a run for their money in the unconscious humour department.
I just had a look at this page, and there's a Google ad for eBay on the left that's priceless. You'll probably still see it there. But if not, it reads:
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Typical computers! Made by men, of course, so the sexism is hardwired in...
There's only one person who should take the reins of the party now: Kim Beazley. It's just a no-brainer. There's also an overwhleming level support for him within Labor.
But because grim Stalinist Julia Dullard wants to have a tilt at the gig, she's getting encouragement to run - even from those supporting Beazley! Well, of course, she has to have a go - she's a girl, and a leftie.
They're special.
The whole spectacle is like some bizarre birthday party for the child of a randy millionaire:
Old Rich-Fart has been particularly busy in the boudoir and sired a dozen kids. But because the mother was his sister all his sprogs are horribly retarded.
Birthday tard is a fat, jolly kid called Kim, and the ageing magnate has bought him a tricycle, just like last year. All Kim's brothers and sisters are sitting around shitting themselves, dribbling and guzzling the cake, just like last year.
But because Kim's sister Julia is the most severely retarded of the lot - and probably won't last the year because her dribbling problem has reached a terminal level of severity - Old Rich-Fart decides that she has to have a ride of it before Kim does.
Even though all the kids are retarded they're not, like, stupid. They know she'll fall off it, injuring herself and quite possibly ruining the trike. But they go along with it because that's what Old Rich-Fart has always done. It's the culture of the Rich-Fart household. (Also, because they know that if they were to disagree the nurse won't wipe their dribble off their chins for them. And they'll get a much smaller serving of cake.)
Last year at tard-Kim's birthday, it was tard-Mark who was deemed to be the most deserving recipient of this pre-birthday tricycle riding ritual. But tard-Mark - although exhibiting heretofore unheard-of levels of tardosity - managed to keep the trike for himself and simply refused to give it back to tard-Kim! They all sat around watching as he completely ruined Kim's present and ultimately killed himself in a series of bone-crushing, blood-spurting, trike-tard pile-ups. The whole tragic, excruciating process took a year.
Ugh.
The best thing that can be said for this latest debacle is that it is smaller in scale, and will be over much quicker than the last.
So our Nicole has been bugged. Cops and pundits alike are wondering why someone would want to do that.
I dunno. Could be karma, I reckon. That creepy, pointy-eyed stare of hers has been bugging the shit out of millions for yonks. Maybe someone decided to bug back?
Just a note on my bog accommodation status: I have started another "Die Fluffy Wuffy" blog. I won't move everything over just yet. (And might never get around to that.)
So, just think of this blog as having two homes at present.
Antiwar types will be having a field day over this revelation that the US Army considered making a "gay bomb" to neutralise its enemies.
They'll also be having a field day with this particular report of the plan. I'm hardly a fan of political correctness in the media, but I've got to say that does make me cringe.
(And just re the story itself: I know I may be risking some of my cred as a RWDB by questioning the army's wisdom, but I've just got to ask: If they thought it was possible to turn their enemies into screaming queens, then why not turn them into pacifists?)
So the Germainiac has just stormed off Celebrity Big Brother. Seems like a case of having your blast of media exposure and, er, disavowing it too. (Okay, it's clunky but it does the job.)
It's pretty clear what she's doing. Just like the other tragic flashbulb addicts who remain in the house she just can't do without the fame. It's all she has.
But she's way sadder than the other housemates. Their fame is what they pin their self-worth on. But Germs' fame gives her both her self-worth, and her standing as a great "thinker".
That is, if she behaved with some kind of restraint and dignity like other academics and was judged on her work alone it would be obvious that she's just not that flash.
This sad spectacle doesn't just illustrate how grotesque and idiotic popular culture has become in the West. It shows the decay of academic culture as well.
A few days ago I said that it wouldn't be long before the US is blamed for actually causing the tsunamis. Even at the time there were many well-advanced theories of this kind (among others even more bizarre). I just hadn't done a search for them yet.
Here's an example. (By the way: this site is so paranoid, it looks like it could be a parody. But no, I think it's dinkum.)
And here's a good summary of some of the nuttier ones.
One in particular is a real gem: the idea that "aliens caused the disaster as a way to correct the planet's 'wobbly' rotation".
How considerate of them! And so comforting. I can just imagine all those millions of people being hugely relieved to learn their relatives didn't die in vain, after all...
In an interesting piece high profile Oz wordsmith Louis Nowra gives Che a spray, along with the numerous local fluffs who continue to celebrate him and his kind.
Could Nowra actually have been in the closet as a RWDB; a closet he's now coming out of? Or is this a recent conversion?
Either way it's pretty significant. Though most of the powerborkers in Oz Artsville have probably grown out of wearing "Che Lives!" t-shirts, I'll bet most of them still have them stashed away somewhere. Overtly, or at least subtly towing the "no enemies to the left" line is pretty much a prerequisite if you want to make it here as an awther. So this piece would have put more than a few noses out of joint, I reckon.
It's a small but valuable contribution to that shift I mentioned earlier.
Like my fellow Aussie and tBlog blogger Mark Latham I'm a bit worried about the occasional crashing of this system. So, I'm going to take a leaf out of the great man's book and just set up another site in case this one crashes for good.
I've just installed this counter below left. It starts from the current total of my private - but unitemised - stats for this blog.
I've noticed a moderate increase in my traffic lately, so I'm keen to find out where it's coming from. I think it's mainly due to the increased frequency of my posting and also a bit of amateur search engine optimisation (that is, putting the most popular keywords in the headlines and looking for popular search subjects at Yahoo Buzz and Google Zeitgeist).
It will be interesting to see if this is the case.
I almost couldn't believe it when I read this, but apparently the Germainiac is now a star on Celebrity Big Brother.
I remember reading an article by her not so long ago in which she expressed her disgust at the phenomenon of reality TV. Now she's an enthusiastic participant!
But why should I be surprised? The psychotic bint flip-flops more frequently than Mark Latham's thongs.
The fact that she's been doing this non-stop for about 30 years just shows what a tragic old tart she is - and how feeble minded her acolytes are for continuing to ascribe some sort of significance to her bizarre and desperate antics.
UPDATE: How funny is this. It's a site dedicated to assessing the odds that each of the desperate, washed-up celebs has of "winning" the nauseating spectacle!
The irony is obvious. Didn't Greer make a name for herself quacking on about how men treated women as chattels? Now she's part of a "paradigm" traditionally occupied by bloody horses. (Kind of appropriate though. She always was a silly cow...)
Like many political junkies I was a bit mystified by Lacker Latham's complete absence from the public stage lately. I assumed he disappeared to lick his wounds and recharge his batteries after his drubbing in the election late last year.
Even if that were the case, however, I thought it odd that he didn't reappear to say anything about the Asian disaster. (He may have said something but if so it was a "blink and you'll miss it" performance, because I've neither seen nor heard anything in the media.)
But there is an explanation for all this. It turns out he's just been stricken with another bout of pancreatitis.
Poor bugger. He's embattled from without and within!
Up until now, fluffy wuffy anti-Americanism has only expressed itself as a prolonged whine about how the Yanks have spent too little (or acted too fast!) in their response to the Asian quake disaster. Mean and stupid, as expected. But not certifiably barking.
Well, not yet.
But give them time. I'm willing to bet it won't be long before some shrieking twit accuses Bush of literally engineering the catastrophe.
Colin Powell's recent assertion that the aid pledged is partly meant to combat terrorism is more than enough for the paranoid pinko mind to conjure with.
I can hear them muttering now:
"It all make perfect sense. Amerikkka had everything to gain from this 'catastrophe'. Indonesia is the world's most populous Muslim nation after all...
"What better way to completely wipe out Islam, and replace it with 'democracy' in that region than by engineering a 'natural' disaster, then riding in and saving the day with aid?
"Remember what Powell said about preventing terrorism. Perhaps a bit too much information, don't you think?
"And why was no warning issued, even though the seismic activity was recorded in the Pacific?
"It all makes perfect sense. This is a conspiracy that makes Bush's engineering of the 9/11 'hijacking' seem tiny in comparison!"
Citizens of the more fluff-rich areas of the West - like inner-city Sydney, for instance - will start to hear this theory expressed occasionally at dinner parties, etc. Eventually it will appear in print. (It's probably on quite a few websites and blogs already.) There'll even be a book along these lines, I reckon.
Sydney's Mourning Feral letter writers tend to come from a pretty fluffy wuffy-rich demographic. The daily page consistently seems to be dominated by their sanctimonious Americaphobic tone.
Today is no exception. Since Colin Powell expressed the idea that sending massive aid would help prevent tsunami-devastated regions becoming breeding grounds for terrorism, they now accuse him of opportunism. Here's an example:
So now Australia and the US say aid is necessary to stop the growth of terrorism ("US leads drive to thwart extremists", Herald, January 4). Trust George Bush and John Howard to turn this tragic incident into a political opportunity.
It sounds to me that the aid coming from the US and Australia will be conditional. Are we surprised?
Angelo Mourikis, Hurstville, January 4.
Expect this "opportunism" argument to gain momentum, if it hasn't already.
But it's a bit of an about face, isn't it? Fluffs are forever banging on about how America should address "root causes" like poverty to fight terrorism. But when it does something like that, they're still pissed off.
Eh?
Sad little automatons. They can do nothing but obey that mantra that echoes incessantly inside their tiny minds:
"America is always wrong. Everything bad in the world is America's fault.... UN: Good. America: Bad... America is always wrong... etc."
Whenever a major Hollywood star carks it there's invariably massive media exposure about him or her. The mainstream news shows often run reverential, sentimental snippets featuring scenes from their biggest hits. I always thought you had to be "A-list" to get this. But it seems that even moderate TV fame will get a comparable reaction - in some cases at least.
Take this Jerry Orbach fellow. I knew his face well enough, but only recently learned his name. He was just another good character actor you see in quite a few shows.
But since he's died, he's all over the place! He's the top search on Yahoo apparently. There was even an obit for him in the Feral which I thought was odd, considering he was a Seppo and everything.
Just shows the huge reach of a TV hit - in this case Law and Order. Also, I think it was a particular archetypal quality he had that made him memorable. He was the definitive crusty Noo Yawker. That increased the interest quite a bit I'd say.
Here's an interesting story about how blogs continue to grow in popularity. They are still pretty nichey in the grand scheme of things; less than half the population of the US actually knows what a blog is. Still, the general trend is encouraging.
Just think, one day there might come a time in which the Blogosphere is the mainstream. And the big news will be a "Sullivangate" or an "Instapunditgate", in which a heavy hitter is taken down by some guy writing stories for a once great, now struggling media company called CBS.