Mangled Thoughts

Greens policy backs illegal drugs
Gerard McManus
31aug04

The Greens also want the population cut by two million, and for unspecified farms, roads and buildings to be turned back into nature.

They want a welfare program that allows people to remain on higher dole payments indefinitely without any requirement to look for a job.

LAWS to force people to ride bicycles more often and eat less meat.

DRIVING farmers from their land.

MEDICARE funding for sex-change operations.

Some readers might have assumed one merely jested about shooting game, see how wrong you are. Those who don’t like hnting might care to discover the joys of blood sports. To do this, practice on you local wild life, greenies.

Andrew Bolt reminds readers, however, the greenies are a bespoke party just taliored made for the likes of bomb fintail Bob Ellis, David Marr and other terrorist hugging leftoids:

Such a sin is it in my profession that David Marr, the Sydney Morning Herald journalist and host of the ABC’s Media Watch, wrote a book savaging prominent anti-drug campaigners. His book, The High Price of Heaven, subtitled “A book about the enemies of pleasure and freedom”, claimed the true enemy of such men was not drugs: “The enemy was pleasure”. This conceit, that the drugs that devastate the weak are fine because they “pleasure” the elite, is now shared by the most fashionable politicians.

The Greens have had a drugs policy that argues “the opportunity to achieve personal fulfilment . . . may, for some people at particular times, involve the use of drugs”. That phrase recently vanished from the Greens’ website, but its unmistakable ghost lives on in the party’s policies

That notion of pleasure is right up there with the mickey mouse, Dick and Dora levels of language and profound thinks of the Spring St. commie spivs. By gum, there are a lot of retards out there palmed off as teachers and professors, all dole bludging off good old taxpayer, along with their bastard offspring:

Paying only lip service
29aug04

NEVER have universities had so much money. Yet they, and their gimme-cash students, still cry poor.

Where’s all that money going, then? And why isn’t it producing more academics we all can learn from?

Challenge: Name one professor, other than Geoffrey Blainey, whose contribution to public debate you admire.

While you’re thinking (Hmmm, Manne? No, slogan Left. McIntyre? Far Left. Singer? Repulsive Left), let me tell you of next Wednesday’s seminar at RMIT University’s School of Management - a presentation by Associate Professor Julie Wolfram Cox and Dr Stella Minahan of their prize-winning paper Lip sewing and Woomera: A Morphological Analysis.

The ladies explain: “In this paper we present a gendered interpretation of reports of protests in 2000-2002 among asylum seekers . . . We suggest that an Irigarayan reading of lip sewing as gendered assists in understanding this particular example of self-harm, in supplementing feminist readings of craft, and in calling attention to local enactments of gender . . .”

Irigaray is a Belgian communist, feminist and critical theorist who claims our rotten society thinks of female sexuality as merely the opposite of male sexuality, and a lousy one, too. And here we see why this rotten society thinks of university sense as the opposite of good sense, and a very lousy and pricey one, at that.

Lib campaign tactics ‘immoral’By Tim Clarke
31aug04

WEST Australian Premier Geoff Gallop has accused a Liberal candidate of immoral campaign tactics, saying he had used the tragic death of a World War II veteran to score political points.

Andrew Murfin, Liberal candidate for the marginal federal seat of Swan in WA, has issued a press release saying Ted Harrison’s death was an example of Dr Gallop’s inability to protect the people of Swan.

The 84-year-old great-grandfather died in hospital on Sunday evening, after lying in his driveway for 10 hours after apparently being robbed.

He had severe hypothermia when he was found, and had also had a stroke. WA police have launched a homicide investigation.

Dr Gallop today said that politicising Mr Harrison’s death reflected poorly on Mr Murfin and his campaign team.

Nothing immoral at all, Gallop, in pointing out something so obvious you don’t need a pair of goggles to spot it:

The police do not protect many individuals from, rapes,bashing , murders and other such pleasantries. The only time they might be of use is after the fact, questionable, in view of the outrageous corruption and incompetence police forces around Oz have demonstrated.

Well, at least Brown’s policy is explained, if you take drugs like heroin now and overdose, some scumbag on the dole won’t have a chance to bump you off. Though, from Brown, more like, if given the chance to impose his pol potian utopia, the only thing left to do would be to bomb out and die in a hurry. Well, do so unless you have already been one of the 2 million murdered by Brown to reduce the poplulation.

Greens’ drug plan ‘is to save lives’
31aug04

GREENS leader Bob Brown today rejected reports that the party supported the supply of illegal drugs over the counter to addicts.

Said it before, say it again, Brown and the Greens are a malevolent, totalitarian movement. Teachers, states’ govts. for that matter, and Fat Aunty Bolshevik Collective should be rammed through the courts on quite a long list of charges, corruption of children by ramming down upon them greeny beliefs and providing free propaganda services for them.

The spring St. Spivs have the squitters as in, they shit all over real tax payers. How on earth did anyone bleieve a pack of commie spivs pretending to be Quakers , reciting Dick and bloody Dora bullshit they could be entrusted with anything more responsible than, at best, teaching the retarded how to add up, is incomprehensible.

No, Bracksie Wacksie and Simon Moose Madden, one has no reason to be thankfuly, certainly not you pack of twerps, and not the Olympic athletes. Sure, those who won can be congratulated, but thank them, for fucking what. To the contrary, it’s the other way round, all those athletes who went because of good old theiviing govt. have every reason to thank good old done like a burnt roast taxpayer, who is now to be screwed another few hundred thousand ( it is not just $50,000, c.f. below) for a bloody Mork and Minda `paty’.

Some readers might object,one is too nasty in questioning the I.Q. and academic attainments of the Spring St. Spivs. Nasty, not at all, I’m too kind, too considerate, too restrained (would otherwise agree on a point, J.R., but doesn’t hold when it comes to that pack of thieving, lying commie spivs):

Olympics party at Federation Square
Tanya Giles
31aug04

VICTORIANS have been invited to a giant party at Federation Square next week to celebrate our Olympic athletes’ success

Whoopee bloody doo and ram your insult up your back side you fucking usurious pricks.

Oh, how nice and sweet it will be, quick, the vomit bucket, must dash off for a sec.

Victoria’s Olympians would be presented to the crowd on a stage instead of at a parade, so the athletes could spend more time with their fans.

And, remember parents, don’t deny your children the great party in the prostitute riddled streets because, heck, you would be guilty of child abuse:

But the family-friendly event will be held from noon to 2pm on Wednesday September 8, so many schoolchildren will be unable to cheer their heroes.

And, here’s a bod who demonstrates what Einstein might have been if born with only average I.Q. and niether capable of nor interested in reading anything with a degree of difficulty greater than 1/316ths might have sounded:

Premier Steve Bracks said parents would need to decide whether to give their children a day off to attend the party.

Gee, a real moral dilemma and a hard choice, must look up what Dick and Dora have to say about that one.

Bloody heck, Carey will have to try in his idiotic movies to appear dumber than the Spring St. Swindling Dumbkopfs.

Testerday, business to attend to. Today, had the eyes tested, just as I suspected, drat it, need glasses, not for reading and peering at things close up, unfortunately, these days many things close up are best viewed within a fog ocular, no I’m short sighted now. Depressing, now, to drill a bullet into the bull, koala bear, kangaroo, crocodile, snake, at distance, I’ll need to use goggles, bloody inconvenient.

I once found, as a young lad, a brown snake cavorting in my favourite swimming hole. Hopped back on the motorcycle, dashed off back to the house, grabbed the .22 and, settled on the bank of the large dam, plugged the criminal full of holes at distance over open sights, as it swam about. A couple of months later, casting the fly, I hooked something mystifying, it didn’t fight, just a dead weight. Then, I sighted it,the snake.

On inspection of the carcass, sure enough, where I’d aimed at a distance of 300 hundred yards, was a neat, tiny group, approx. 1/4 inch diameter, of eight bullet holes.How good is that for marksmanship, puts a few Olympians to shame. Now I have to wear fucking goggles to produce a neat pattern like that. Which means, on riding out to a swimming hole and dicovering a dangerous criminal beast, I have to wear goggles, and back to a gun rack, on a motorcycle, and to shoot something deadly. Apart from having to fork out the moolah otherwise best expended on good scotch and ammo,it’s just not fair and it has more force considering, in view of the greenies’ policies, shooting the daily meat will become a daily chore - a pleasant one, mind, but locked up in the city, it would be a tad difficult each day fitting in a trip to shoot venison, koala bear, wallaby, kangaroo;Melbourne bloody Zoo might, for once, serve a useful function for urban dwellers bearing rifles and shotgun- to take fowl. Face it, you’ve driven 50 or so miles and, damn, you’ve forgotten the goggles and you have to return home without a kill and have to look the wife and the children in the face … I can’t continue, I’m overcome with grief.

Another argument against the existence of God: if god existed, my naive belief, that when the day comes to fall off the mortal perch, I would do so with vision unimpaired, would remain unabused. Now I’m a freaking four eyes. Blah and bah, have to rinse the mouth out with a triple scotch, and the rest of the bottle… tomorrow, because of the liquid amber, the flaw will have been rectified, and I can happily continue shooting wild life without having to reach for the goggles.

One might assume, if Kerry’s campaign managers were reasonable types, each night, at the end of another day of the lurching blithering idiot’s nonsense, they’d drink themselves under the table, just to forget and kill the fear of tomorrow. It’s puzzling that no one advised Kerry when he first decided to mention his grand war record, `please, will you just put a sock in your loose mouth, or cut your tongue off.’ Each day, Kerry bests his last best of , why, only a matter of hours past the day before as Bittersweetme and Mike Jericho document in revealing details.

Apparently not, his managers neither drink themselves stupid nor advise him,`indulge a little plastic surgery to stop the foghorn Kerry. you’re killing us’. No, they aid and abet the moron of the year - Fat Mike Whale’s Blubber Bum Moore must be beginning to feel a bit envious of Kerry’s capacity for telling crude lies. They have found a retired serviceman who was responsible for recruitment during the Vietnam War in some minor capacity, apparently. The nobody stars in a Dem’s. t.v. advertisment claiming, he arranged things so scions of magnates wouldn’t be sent to Vietnam, placing them in some safe service to live out the entire war in contentment back in the U.S.A. George Bush snr., according to the hired fool, approached him, as did other magnates, to arrange things. The small hurdle is, none of the assertions are true, both Georges Bush pere and fils vehemently denouncing the lies as lies, George snr. throwing in for good measure, never even heard of the man let alone approach him for anything.

Unlike Kerry, who went to great lengths to secure a comfy , safe position permanently based in the U.S. The cushiest service to be in was the naval reserve, they rejected Kerry’s approaches several times, they must have spotted he was a nasty, unclubbable bit work straight off: `What, have that walking manure in the officers’ mess!’. Kerry did manage to wangle appointment to the Swift Boat Division, which was assumed to be the next best thing, a ticket to remain stateside, never to glimpse the coast of Vietnam let alone cruise about in the Delta Boating Club Haven, safe from enemy. This, perhaps, is why Kerry’s team of liars had the ad. shot, a desparate attempt to divert attention away from an embarrassing fact, get in first, smear the President.

Iit was Kerry, not George Dubbya, who sought permanent safety in some nice sailors’ club in Rhode Island Yacht Club, a contrast heightened by another one. Fighter pilot Bush clocked up rather a lot of combat training hours and his squadron was on call for war duty if ordered by commanders. That Bush didn’t serve in Vietnam was not because Bush shirked the prospect , his squadron simply wasn’t sent on tour, as other sqaudrons were not sent to the war.

Kerry is a dirty rat, he certainly squeaks like one when caught out on another of his ripping yarn war stories. And so are his campaign managers. Rats with low IQs, effects compounded by frontal lobotomies. Forest Gump is Einstein material by contrast and did serve in war and was a hero. How can a movie comic character be more credible than Kerry is boggling stuff. But we don’t need Gump for comparison, comic Chemical Ali will do and, perhaps, if the unfortunate were to occur and the 7 foot IQ deficient human rodent won the election, Comical Ali is the sort of lunatic Kerry would seek to have installed as his chief military advisers.

The next thing, Kerry and his team, if they persist in telling lies might find someone upset enough to sue them for defamtion. Neither Bush nor other senior Republicans could, jusitified, yes, but p.r. wise, would backfire. No, someone incidental to the campaigning and ,going on the Dems’. form so far, odds are short, very likely to happen, they will defame a hapless bystander who won’t take shit from dirty rats and will skin them alive through the courts.

Yesterday: Madam Chirac and one of her employees, Madam Villespin, decided to add to their rough trade client list. Villespin announced they would seek negotiations with the terorrists in Iraq holding the two French jounalists. Well, they must be whores because, firstly, negotiating with terrorists is a no no, unless the aim is to buy time to deploy special forces to kill the vermin.That, tactics, is not what the two whores have in view.

Ah, French subtle diplomacy, like giving comfort to an enemy which takes any opportunity to murder Iraqis as well as Coalition troops. Very subtle it is too, giving aid and comfort to vermin, though whether the Iraqi govt. will let the gay Parisians do so is another matter: interfering in the internal affairs of another country, particularly when giving aid and relief to vermin the govt. is keen on eradicating, ranks in the subtlety stakes like a race horse in the Melbourne Cup deciding what it needs is a nice afternoon’s lie down, a couple of hundred feet out of the starting gates - the glue factory beckons.

Well, what do the two Gallic street prostitutes have to offer, after all, they are well used, look a tad worn with the make up unable to disguise the wear and tear natural to heroin addicted hores who ply their trade out on the street, `Please, sir, be kind to an old bag lady, give me a few francs and I’ll fix you up proper.’ So, it can’t be, they’re right ravers, gorgeous high society madames whose company gentlemen duel for. The terrorists demand girls wear birkahs in govt. owned school ( another advantage of non-govt. schools, no tent wearers, full stop, the uniform or don’t bother applying for admission).This is not, however, their trump card.

`Yes, Mr. Terrorist, naughty boy, we will hasten France’s conversion to Islam.’ That will do it. Villespin, demonstrating her his good socialisto collectivist credentials, announced to the leftoid medja, `The French are one, and are behind our effort to secure the release of the hostages and the negotiations’. There is a word Villespin cannot quite bring herhimself to utter, capitulating, ` as one we capitulate to vermin ‘.

The Parisian whores are on a winning ticket, must be. Their rough trade list of clients have come out this morning in support of the two cupcakes. Arafat, for instance, can’t get a better reference than good old murdering savage Arafat, who said, the terrorists are out of line. The U.N. too, condemning the actions of the terrorists as out of order. If the hostages were, Israelis, Iraqis, the citizen of any other country, excluding Arabs, things would be different, that would be o.k. and even see a few U.N. motions condemning Israel and the Coalition for fighting back.

The whores need the terrorists perhaps. Their pimp had worked over time, hunting up a new client for them, as it is, to replace their former customer, Saddamy Boy, with their new lover, Mugabe. Perhaps the terorrists will be Madams Chirac’s and Villespin’s pension plan, `ooh boys, you will be so nice to us and we will do something special for you.’, ( excuse me, I just wretched).

Yah, the French tradition of subtle diplomacy, making the world safe for terrorists and abetting them. Pair of old slags.