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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Regarding the recent death of Terri Schiavo: I do think the whole affair was extremely complicated and hard to fathom. I'm not willing to venture a firm opinion on it all just yet.
But there is something creepy about what happened. Maybe it was not quite murder by the state. But she was certainly killed. And it got me thinking about the classic fluffy wuffy position in relation to death and killing:
Fluffs are forever quacking on about the inherent contradiction in the pro-life position. That is, that they are hypocrites for espousing the preservation of the life of foetuses or people in comas. Yet they advocate the use of the electric chair.
Maybe there's some hypocrisy there. But there's a moral component in the conservative's argument. And that is that foetuses and coma patients are innocent. Killers are immoral (if not amoral) and so less deserving of life.
But the fluffy wuffies? For them the right to life is inverted. They only advocate right to life for the guilty (in condemning capital punishment). Yet they happily endorse the killing of the innocent (in abortion and euthenasia).
Isn't that not only less reasonable and sensible than the fusty fighter's possie, but also a whole lot more sinister?
After about 18 months in a deeply meditative state my nemesis Derek Sapphire has risen from his isolation tank and resumed blogging.
The self-described "advanced soul" lives just near me. And he seems to be in a really, er, forgiving mood. He'll be cranking out the healing vibes big time from now on. Looks like things are going to get uncomfortably harmonious around here ...
Personally, I think that the comparison is a bit extreme.
I know that this will put me right in the moral relativist camp, but I do think that some pro-abortion arguments have merit. For instance if the pregnancy results from the rape of a girl? Surely abortion is justified in that case.
What creeps me out is the pro-abortion zealot's absolute refusal to accept a moral element in the debate and give any ground at all.
I'd say the way to look at it is that abortion is wrong, plain and simple. And just as there's a sliding scale of wrongness between manslaughter and cold-blooded murder there should be one applied to abortion. For example, an abortion very early in the pregnancy should be seen as far less wrong than one very late; and an abortion after a pregnancy that ensued in spite of the use of contraceptives would be less wrong than one in which there was no attempt at prevention in the first place.
If these ideas (or something like them) were impressed upon people from a young age, then surely the huge number of abortions would decrease. And how could that be a bad thing?
The situation we have now is that abortion is just some perfunctory procedure, like getting a filling. And this is mainly due to the success that the pro-abortion crowd has had in silencing debate.
After the latest amazing revelation in Tony Abbott's paternity saga I've heard and read quite a bit of nasty invective against him. One thing I keep hearing in interviews with members of the twisted sisterhood (including the creepy Leslie Cannold and Wankley Award-winning hackette Jenny Brockie) is the idea that Abbott is an "absolutist" and "life is messy".
That's one of the fluffy wuffies' favourite phrases, that: "Life is messy. You shouldn't judge. Be more tolerant." Etc ... ad nauseam.
Pro-life people know this. And their reaction to the "messiness" that life throws up is to refuse to compound it further with an undeniable wrong. Which is why Abbott and his partner at the time opted for what they thought was the moral, compassionate and principled action. And that took a lot of soul-searching and courage.
The twisted sister, however, just shrugs and says, "Oh, sod it. It's all too difficult. Just suck the little bastard out and throw it away!"
And that's the reason these half-people loathe Tony Abbott more than anything: He actually believes in something. And he stands by that belief. He has acted with remarkable consistency and compassion right from the get-go on this.
But the "pro-choice" zealots? They don't believe in anything much - least of all "choice". They certainly don't believe in the inherent value of human life. When all's said and done, what's at the core of their agenda?
Killing. For convenience.
They demand that the killing of human foetuses be legal, available, acceptable and claimable. (Oh, and that debate on the matter be outlawed.)
As they continue with their mean-sprited campaign against him, Tony Abbott looks more and more like a total champ.
You can find some amusing commentary and photos on the moonbat confab mentioned below here and here.
There's one photo that stands out as an excellent illustration of leftist moonbat idiocy. It shows a placard which reads: "Victory to the Iraqi resistance!"
Creepily inappropriate nomenclature aside, if it's edorsing victory, it must surely be endorsing war as a tactic. So, why is this called a "peace march"?
Call me cynical, but somehow I just can't quite believe ol' Mamdouh when he says this. (I mean, hell, I wouldn't even say that about my fellow Aussies. And I don't even think that most of them are infidels.)
That said, if he is being genuine and he really does love this country and its people, I doubt very much the feeling is reciprocated.
I recently discovered via Daily Diatribe that Margo Kingston has buggered off to Fremantle in WA.
Usually Margo's spelling is just all over the joint like a pig's breakfast. But in the entry relating to this journey there's one particular error that's loaded with irony. See, she calls her destination "Freemantle".
I know the place very well and can assure you that it's anything but. It's like the mouldy-ol'-prison capital of the SouthernHemisphere. Now, however, the incarceration is metaphorical: It's home to thousands of bong-suckling barbarians trapped in the Stalinism of the seventies.
Margo will feel right at home. Might even settle down there, I reckon.
Mythical creature hunting goes high-tech at a site called Leprechaun Watch. Some whimsical webmaster has whopped a webcam inside a tree in Ireland, in the hope that it might catch one of the little folk scampering through the undergrowth.
Being of Irish descent myself I would have put two webcams there. Just to be sure ... to be sure.
I might even begin a similar project here in Sydney and put a webcam up on one of the telegraph poles near where I live in Newtown. Honest, the joint is chockas with seriously freaky "otherkin"!
Er, only problem is that they're all about my height. So I suppose they don't really count.
(PS: Check out the one with the yellow hair. What makes her even scarier is that she's wearing neither a wig nor prosthetics of any kind.)
Great article by fluff-bashing legend Keith Windschuttle about how the credulous quackademics at Sydney Uni have decided to invite former Red Brigade organiser Antonio Negri as a guest speaker.
The story also mentions Ward Churchill, moonbat and terrorist apologist.
Here's a photo of the guy. Don't you reckon he's the dead spit of that creepy Matthias dude from The Omega Man?
Spooky.
What we need is a gun-toting Charlton Heston to do a bit of "life imitating art", don't you reckon?
Good to know the Government is determined to make good on its promise to give compulsory student union membership the heave-ho.
Of course the neophyte Stalinists are squawking up a storm, claiming that basic services such as cafeterias will be cut. So what, I say. If I remember one thing vividly from my uni days it is that refectory food is always crap.
Reminds me of an observation scrawled on the wall of a University of WA dunny. It read: "Flush hard. It has to go all the way to the ref."
Let the students forage for nuts and berries on the leafy campus grounds, or hunt each other for meat with cricket bats and javelins stolen from the sports departments.
Pampered little pansies will get an idea of what the real world is like then.
Heard that PETA was in the news again lately. So I did a search about animal rights. Found this story, about how some bright Aussie cocky has produced a line of bare arsed sheep, thereby potentially precluding the practice of "mulesing" which PETA finds so objectionable.
Problem is that if the happy genetic accident is intentionally reproduced in other sheep populations, then I suspect it will qualify as "genetic modification". Then PETA's wacky pals the ferndies will oppose that too!
Just a thought on the term "mulesing": If it's done on mules do they call it "sheepsing"?
If you return to this blog from time to time, you might have noticed that the list of affiliate links to the left has gradually been growing. While I haven't yet been able to give up my day job, I've found that affiliate programs can be quite lucrative. Over the last six months or so, I've made close to fifteen hundred bucks for doing buggerall. (Well, no, I tell a lie. I had to find the programs, get my head around the whole concept, whop the links up etc. Still, it wasn't that hard.)
If you are intending to use your blog or site to earn some money here's a bit of advice: Go for programs that have long cookie periods, and pay recurring commissions. Do a search for affiliates on Google for something like, "recurring+affiliate+prog ram".
Dating sites are excellent earners because they have wide appeal. Also people tend to renew their memberships. Which means that you get paid again. (Well, you do if the commission structure allows it. So, read the terms carefully.)
Web hosting is also good for the same reason, although you'll get far fewer signups - unless you have a specialty geek blog, or something.
If you're a newbie and don't have a site yet, I'd recommend starting a blog before you do anything else. Google just chews 'em up, see. Keep posting and you're bound to get hits. Keep getting hits and you're bound to get some signups to your affiliate programs.
So, you'll be writing for money. Yet you won't have to suck up to some wanky arts bureaucrat and toe his dreary Stalinist political line. Probably get paid more too.
Some limey hack called Amanda Woodard has written probably the most smug and infantile piece I've read for quite some time (and that's saying something). I think she's trying to nail a regular gig at the Feral. If so, she's got a good chance, I reckon.
She wheels out all the ol' fluffy wuffy obsessions (rugby violence, detention centres, dispossession of Aborigines, etc) and whines about how nobody apologises anymore.
Personally, I think only one apology is in order: one from the editor for running the piece.
Via Tim Blair I discovered that Evil Pundit has photographed one of the several (if not many) creepy anti-semitic slogans stencilled on footpaths in suburbs of Sydney's inner, inner west. (Evil discovered his just near the uni.)
I'm pretty sure that lefties were involved in the creation of this graffiti, because there are other similar stencils nearby with a fluffy-wuffy slant. There's a hilarious one reading "Democracy - We Deliver" under a silhouette of soldiers descending from a Black Hawk helicopter. It's obviously trying to be ironic, but I think most people walking over it now would think, "Well, yes. They did deliver. Good on 'em!"
There's another one on Albermarle Street, Newtown, which reads "The Bride of Nixon" - whatever the hell that means.
There's one just near Stanmore station, also reading "Jews - The New Nazis". That's been up for well over a year. I remember trying to show this to a fellow RWDB one night. But I couldn't find it. I thought it had been wiped off. The next day I looked again and discovered it was still there. But someone had kindly stencilled a red love heart over it! (I assume this person was also a lefty, since I'm the only right-winger in the entire area. And graffiti is their thing.)
Just had a look at my stats, and saw that I got a torrent of Google search hits from one post of a few days ago. It was about the gangsta-themed search engine Gizoogle. Somehow I ended up comparatively high on the rankings for that keyword.
Amazing how Google works.
Maybe the inverse will happen, and now that I've mentioned Google a couple of times, I'll score some extra Gizoogle hits?
Whenever a crocodile - or a shark for that matter - takes a life down here in Oz it's big news. But in Africa, it seems to be an almost everyday occurrence.
For instance a monster croc just caught in Uganda reputedly ate over 80 people. That's almost as many as its countryman Idi Amin did!
I bet even Steve Irwin would be quaking in his boots if he saw this big scaly bastard.
I used to think that the term "feminazi" was a tad harsh. But now I realise it doesn't even nearly do them justice. If old Adolf had ever got to watch such tiny-minded termagants in action, he would've been takin' notes, he would!
The feminist need to bitch and moan is quite simply beyond belief. Finding some petty point over which to claim victimhood is their entire reason for living. For them, reason itself is a sinister patriarchal plot. So, attempting to make them see some is a complete waste of time and energy. You might as well try to make banana smoothies out of molten lava.
Which is why I really pity the citizenry of Sweden. It's already the most politically correct nation on the planet. Yet a bunch of Stalinist sourpussies from Stockholm are demanding even more!
That a nation famous for its stunning and intelligent women should be over-run with these niggardly nags and their grovelling lap-SNAGs is an absolute tragedy. I hope and pray these nordic no-dicks will rediscover their Viking roots pronto and swiftly shag these sheilas into submission.
Then I would be more than happy to have any of these once bolshie blondes at my humble abode.
Crikey. Can you believe the alliterative assonance of that appellation? I mean, does that name rock, or what? Best of all, the guy is a bit of a RWDB, as you'll see in the piece.
Title-wise, he's kind of an Oz version of the legendary cinematic rebel created by Melvin Van Peebles all those years ago.
Here in Oz, whitey-tighty fluffs have been trying to ram their "black armband" view of history down our throats for yonks.
Now some of their fellow travellers are trying a different tack. It's a complete colour and gender make-over! Green fluffs are pushing the "purple armband" view of herstory.
And who do they want to initiate this nutty campaign?
Why, those titanic boofsters from the NRL. Will turn them all into attitudinally reconstructed SNAGS, they reckon.
Honest, you couldn't make up funnier stuff if you tried.