Tired old deejay and part-time fluffy wuffy Mike Carlton has another gargle. Here he says that Dubya's unilateral pre-emptive policy regarding Iraq is self-defeating, and will ruin prospects for global co-operation. It's partly a variation on the old saying, "Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity, man!" That's a great pick-up line, of course -- and it even makes sense occasionally. But it doesn't always apply. When you're dealing with mass-murdering megalomaniacs pre-emptive action isn't absurd. It's eminently fucking sensible.

Have a look here for something far more pithy and thoughtful on the matter than Carlton Light's piss-weak offering.

(An after-thought: There's one absolute gem of a line in the piece. After quoting Al Gore's argument that unilateral action by America would destory any hope for international law and order, Mike says, "Right on." Ugh, I can just hear him say it in that godawful mid-Atlantic drawl of his. "Right on." It's just the kind of expression another chronologically displaced swinger might use, don't you think? I reckon that next week Mike will quote Noam Chomsky, and concur with a fiesty, "Yeah, baby!")

 
What do we call these pistol-packing lesbians? Gun nuts, or, er, gun ovaries?

 
It's nice to know that WA is using its consistently windy climate to create clean energy. But what with all this climate change happening, the reliable WA wind might just disappear. What are they going to do if that happens, and they've got nothing to keep those turbines going? I know, just get this dolt to stand on the beach and quack on about Jabiluka.

Since there's heaps of sunshine, they'll be able to capture the rays that shine of his glistening pate and turn them into electricity too! He'll actually be helping to clean up the environment, instead of causing vast amounts of noise pollution as he usually does.

 
I just can't believe how wacky these animal rights people are getting. Check out the Museum of Non Primate Art. I mean ferfuck'ssake! If they reckon cats can dance and birds can paint, then what's this -- a friggin' tango?

 
Most bloggers are forever quoting other people's writing, then openly deriding it. But I'm going to, er, subvert the dominant paradigm. I'm going to mock my own.

See, quite a while ago I started another blog. I made a few entries then let it fall by the wayside. Because I was new to this I accidentally published a first draft; a bile spattered rant that I was intending to work on later. Thinking it was posted, not published, I didn't access it again until last night. I was terrified to discover that it had been up for ages for all the world to see. And it may be stuck there forever since I haven't been able to get rid of the bloody thing!

It's truly frightening. Here is a taste:

The ferals arent really feral. Because they lve in the inner city, or not far from a dole office. Now if you had no capitalism, no global capitalism, eventually maybe people would go truly feral. That really go back to nature. So you have these tribals societies, and you have people thwocking eahc other on the head. And they'd be deveouring bilbuies left right and centre. I'll give you an exopample. All the pinklos and the greenies were constantly quakcing on about how wonderful native American culture was. Then this tribe said its our culture to harvest whales. I think they one. So now these previously protected species is being kileld off again. Or was for a while. The greenies and the lefites created a kind of Frenkenstein.

I am speechless. I don't have a clue what is being said here, and I fucking wrote it!

But wait, there's more:

Nature is violence. Violence is not harmony. End of story. Spent a weekedn in the bush and youl see what I mean. Not in a tent. No sterilized water. No fucking food from a shop. See how long you last. And see how much fun it is. You'll have mossie bites, you'll have leeches hanging off your scroty, bloody worms cawlin?up yer arse. You'll have severe case of collywobbles because the the pond you drank from is full of frog shit and dead fucken birds. You might get bitten by a tiger snake and die horribly, foaming at the fuckin?mouth. No compass. You get lost.

And I'm sure you are too. I won't inflict any more of this on you, but I think you get the general idea. And it goes on for several pages. Gawd! It's so horrifically incoherent, I might well become a greenie to erase the shame.

So, why am I telling you this? Well, mainly because I think some people might have seen this already and are having a real cack about it (fair enough, I was asking for it in being so careless). And if no one has seen it, better to make fun of it before anyone else does. Thirdly, I thought you might get a laugh from seeing what a sick puppy I am.

Now, how to deal with that other internet embarrassment: that photo of me naked on a rack, being whipped by a chimp in stilletos...

 
If you are an aspiring Nazi and would like a good source of information about our movement, then here's a good place to start. It's a little over the top at times. But it's pretty consistent, and holds to the central fascist principles of reason, compassion, and freedom of thought and speech.

The guy who edits this (David Horowitz) is really interesting. He was indoctrinated by his commie parents in his youth, became a radical in the sixties, then rebelled and became a conservative. He's kind of a mirror image of Kirsty Ruddock -- which is why I like the guy.

Zeig heil!