Are Aussies becoming a bunch of of lisping sooks.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Psychology and Sociology have had a corrosive influence. In the 70’s, vast armies of undergraduates, having failed to qualify for the Professional Schools, took up quackery in order to obtain quasi-technical qualifications, leaving Greats and philosophy tutorials rather empty of warm seats, much encouraged by the dumbing down of subject content in schools. It works, now not just Universities and government but also, business is stuffed full of them, and it shows. The same is now happening of sociology.
A couple of years ago, in an `Anzac Day Essay National Comp.’, winners and the top five were celebrated in the newspapers.They were, presumably, rated as amongst the brightest, ripe uni material, so it is worth quoting some of their gems:
`Anzac Day is the celebration of the Anzac Spirit’, this alone is tripe enough but the the vomit bucket beckons on skimming what followed:
`… the Anzac Spirit is about helping grannies cross a road…’
`being concerned about the environment……’
`…in the community we discover the Anzac Spirit….’
There was a day, even a child would have received a clip around the ears for not yielding seats to their betters,certainly so of not doing so for grannies and pregnant women. These days, schoolies, in their last year, 15-16 years old, refuse to stand up for their betters, they sulk if even a granny requests they do. Some grannies regaled one with such anecdotes of fit but sooky, sulking, rude teenagers throwing hissy fits, even just refusing to make way for grannies, let alone yield a seat. Not just sooky girlies either, stripping young surly shits of boys. A couple of the grannies ticked some of the insolent, sooky shits off, they were stunned, these days, not even teenagers can be given a verbal blast least alone what many are in need of, a clip over the ears. Oh, no, as the quacks in dah departments of education have pushed, youngsters are soulful artistes, whose creativity cannot be suppressed by sound teaching, inculcation of manners and general good conduct, much encouraged by a good caning of thugs. Oh no, can’t have that can we now or, as so frequently disclosed in courts, they might turn out to be murdering scumbags, rather than fulfill themselves as poetic type.
The Anzac Spirit, ah yes indeed, 16 years and in a warrior tradition they are, and up to their eyeballs in the mud, blood and guts of a battlefield , upon whic Hell pours thick streams of lead rain drops , called Good Manners. That battlefield, all who hear its name drop their jaws in awe: Good Manners, its name resounds even while it yet is still being fought. Little Anzac Bleeders, picking snot out of their noses and weeping their little eyeballs out for that other great evil whore, Mudder Nature, are toiling in a mighty struggle against a stiff foe. One poor girl, a V.C. she won, she carked it in a deadly assault, she attempted to ask an elderly lady, `ma’am, may I carry your bag”. Poor Young Thing, her tongue got stuck in her plate, and stuttered faster than machine gun weilding Johnny Turk, then a seizure took her, she fell down dead. The little bastards might have something to say worth noting in another, oh, 50 years but I doubt it.
They will , however, enjoin the diggers in this one respect, they’ll be pushing up poppies and the epitaphs on their graves mighty run like this: Here lieth another Youf Thug, Just your average Good-time Shit, so stay not stranger, shed no tear, the stiff below just ain’t worth your prayer , save it for the men who died in ‘14, they’re the ones ye seek, they rest far from here, in another foreign land. ‘
And it is just those sorts, insolent, bad mannered, sooky shits, who wrote such essays as the above. Let’s sum those literary tyros up: dumbed down, shallow, callow, snivelling, over-indulged, bores thickly coated with inverted snobbery and `everything revolves around me ‘ which is palmed off as generosity, manners, and charity.
The culprits are politicians and their grand socialisto scams, Medicare, `social security’, `morality laws’, `free’ unis, schools, baby-sitting, `free’ incomes. Anyone who faces a difficulty [ waking up, ablutions and dressing in the morning is now doubt a great trail and injustice for many these days, ` man just putting on socks is distressing’ ], forget real hardships and, rofessional mendicant wombats bleat in public, lapped up by the medja and pollies:
`Dah Govt. has to spend money on this because if we don’t have that then, Jill the pockmarked, lip-eye-lids-cheeks and navel pierced socially oppressed on dah sole supporting mudder pension can’t go out and earn her own bloody keep and, her family, why they can’t be expected to help out with the little bastards fathered by some thug of a youf, whose head is done in Doc’, and why, it just wouldn’t be fair, why should the decent, the disicplined, the prudent better of eh. Waaaaaaaaaaaah.’
Yes, Dr. Dalrymple, not only Brits, but the major parties of Oz have ensured the emergence of a large population Down Under of whining, yet nasty, brutes who are nearly unemployable except for cleaning out dunnies, digging holes in the ground and other menial labour - but wouldn’t count on them managing that. No, too many are occupied breaking into homes and stealing cars, in between slobbing around in their pig pens to waste their time doing even that.
As for uni `graduates’ whose majors seem to be in the bilge managerialese, in business, they are complete fuck ups.Useless. The only reason why they are employed in large numbers is because of govt. diktat, starting with `H.R.’. H.R. once being, as it still should be , the mere subset of accounting, payroll, but thanks to socialisto boors in parliaments States’ and Federale, companies waste large amounts of their shareholders’ property on paying the useless things lest they are hauled up before some jackass court and swindled out of much more. Critical decision making responsibilities have been stripped out of the hands of they who only are fit to make them, executives and managers running profit earning, market driven entities, and placed into the hands of those who are not at all responsible. No, the bums great accomplishment in business is ensuring their scam fiefdoms remain intact, and that means, Govt. to make that certain. The corrosive influence, however, has penetrated the jobs of decision makers, too many, small to very large companies are full of the sooky psycho-socio babblers’ shit themselves holding the real jobs in their firms. I mentioned an instance of one earlier this year, a lisping , lying bastard who shaves his head and, backed by his firm and lying little shitbag son - a chip of his old man’s faggoty lubricious block, gets hold of property which does not belong to them aided and abetted by anther lisping mincing commie jackass and queen pretending to be a judge. It shows, each time a polly says jump, too many now not only say, how high, but voluntarily bend over so a polly can give them a right good poking up the buttocks.
Not to overlook either, all those business owners, managers, executives, company directors, who still believe the job of govt. is to save them from the nastiness of unfettered open markets. Waaaaaaaah, they wail, dah consumer should be made to buy our rubbish. Take Dick Pratt, Lindsay Fox as fat examples, a rather large number of those who live in dah bush, and many of the farmers are, at bottom, bolshie as the inmates of ABC, the commercial broadcasters, `waaaaaaaaaah’ they all wail. The last sums it up, shithouse television due to that govt. imposed cosy wombat hole of protectionism, which is why Fat Aunty and Slobbadan BolshevikS exist. Knock the protection scam orff and hey presto, some genuinely entrepreneurial types might enter and, in doing so, knock the others out. Protectionism, like all socialisto scams of course backfires ,in the end, against the immediate beneficiaries, as the commercials are discovering. Adults who still cling to mummy’s breast are dead meat sooner or later, and guvt. is one nasty mudder which devours its adult but infantile children as well as those it devours in order to keep its hosts of immature bastards pretending to be adults , it should be flogged and made to slim,to shed more than couple of lbs., the obese, vicious, bitch.
The corrosive effects of socialism, to which all the major parties are firmly committed to, have combined into a stinking pandemic of sookiness.
Fat Aunty, fittingly, expresses the sookiness of leftoids pretending to be adults. Janet Albrechtsen has a snowball’s chance of rectifying that den of commie shits and with it, the dumbed down mush it serves up as high calibre programmes, news, docos and so forth. Without imports, ABC T.V. would be seen for what it is , a stinking sewer, no better than the commercials.No, the commercials do manage better - not soapies and such nasty garbage but, some things. ABC radio is worse, which is why 3MBS the independent commercial classical music broadcaster took off - it has knocked up run after run, right from the opening over as a small charity case to profit earning effort now broadcasting interstate.
3MBS is, in fact, hard evidence of the argument, broadcasting programmes of even high calibre content and commerical enterprise are not mutually exclusive, and never have been. To the contrary, socialist scams of govt., ABC, Medicare, Unis , Schools, arrested what were market induced undertakings and reduced them to hell holes which benefits, in the end, only those whose careerahs and pay-packets are dependent on politicians ensuring such scams are maintained.
Is there any difference at all between ABC radio and the commercials, none at all. Oh, the advertising, but ABC advertises, its output such as it is, which it flogs through ABC retail outlets. Notice the hypocrisy of ABC inmates, including those leftoid pseudo-middle calls wombats, `Friends of ABC,’ oily, inverted snobs, who rely on corrupt sentiments to justify a major criminal fraud so that they can be indulged, are tight lipped about the capitalisto `consumerism’ of operating a $1billion per annum retail business. To turn it against the leftoids who cry, `there oughta be a law and an inquiry’, why shouldn’t ABC be subjected to the totalitarian demands it levels against businesses and pollies happily impose; there, the ABC should be investigated, it could be guilty of `corporate fraud’, breach of `ACCC Law’ and so forth. Who can tell what rotting corpses the ABC tries to keep hidden from view. On the ABC standard of `journalism’, if I decide if something smelss and that therefore it must be a crime racket , the ABC is rather Whiffy, therefore it is a crimninal sybndicate. The distinction is, that si what the ABC is, at bottom, akll the stolen propery it recieves out of the misnamed extortion racket called taxation. . What other evidence is needed, the bastards should be hauled before every Police state body pollies have set up to otherwise persecute and ruin men and women who are not socialsito mendicants at all, who are expected to hand property over so the likes of the nasty, conceited, sooks of ABC and Friends of ABC can be kept according to what they believe is some mysterious divinely bestowed entitlement. Yes Minster, they are criminals and compound it by running a profit earning business and must be, as Govt. diktat assumes of most other businesses, guitly of hideous crimes. The Minister responsible, the Attorney General, must do his duty and put the commie bastards through the clothes squeezing machine put together by socialisto mobsters called politicians.
ABC a.m radio is the pits of the all the drivel ABC pumps out. Pompass Compass on ABC T.V., for example, is as rigorous and mature as a Dick and Dora bloody reader, it must be a god wheeze, eh, Caroline Doogue, to receive a hefty pay packet sacked from real taxpayers so you and your fellow navel gazing masturbators can explore your nice sentiments, and demonstrate how so caring fat cows like you are. As for the socialist saccharine version of Hour of Power, Compass which ensures Doogue has a nice fat bank account for producing nothing at all but bilge, when , I take sugar in coffee, it comes in crystals packed into plastic bags and far less expensive than sodding types like you in ABC per day. A bag of sugar, at a couple of dollars, last me a few months, let’s add that up: a 2 cent a day average, for something I pay for, happily, unlike Fat Aunty which one pays for only on pain of being thrown into prison for acting on the objection to the notion govt. has some tin pot goddy right to take as much private property as they can get their thuggish hands on to throw it against receivers of stolen goods, that includes you Dooguey baby.
ABC a.m radio is even worse, 24hours than the commercials, 24 hours of chattering dribblers. Dumbed bimbos put their feelings and sewntiments on display, they invite callers in to fdo the smae, guuests also, a non-stop mutual masturbation club is ABC’s a.m radio stations. The bimbos ‘ intonation is exactly like those sooky adolescents mentioned above, and their language is no less infantile, packed into a lubricious presentation, and presumptuous yet also whining, and collectivist that nasty commmie belief, marked by cosant stressing of by, `our(s)’, `we’, `us’, and slang. Slang is used freely, with gay abandon. `Massive’, `big number’, quantifies nothing at all; `how massive ‘ is that, predicates and describes nothing , noting that the range of ABC’s bimbos’ usage of `massive’ includes beautiful, surprising, greatness, amazement, in short not even properties, actions, reactions are distinguished. it is just as noticeable on news reprots and items which turn on, prurportedly, analysis which does demand sound grammar. Grammar, however, is as foreign to ABC radio a.m. as it is to many a school child, unheard of altogether. How, in ABC phrase as it were, nasty and brutish is that? There was a day, school teachers and parents would reprimand children for such slovenliness, for such a shameful descent into the guttural grunts of the tribal savage.
As stylish as the mutterings of a lobotomised juvenile the ABC is , which is bound up with why the ABC is one of the leading boosters of the rubbish of the greenies, exemplfied by serving as a propaganda agency for the Greenies, free of charge to the greenies. This outrageous and blunt breach of the ABC’s charter would, if committed by a commercial station for a company or the Coalition parties would yet see ABC, through both itsradio and t.v. outlets, demanding rather vociferously an investigation, as typified by the disgusting conduct of David Marr , in particular, his long running persecution of John Laws, Alan Bond. Marr needs to check the dictionary, hypocrites and hypocrisy. ABC radio and t.v. jocks and jockettes are paid cash for comments, Marr certainly was. The statement, Marr was on Sabbatical form the Sydney Saddamite Herald was a lie. You, Marr, received goods stolen from real taxpayers to front the Weekly Communist Rant Session hwich is Media Watch. Hands up anyone who would like to enjoy a `sabbatical’ at the rate Marr received . Hands up those who wouldn’t - won’t someone stick their hand up? What about your pet puppy dog? No? He won’t. I say Marr, even puppy dogs aren’t blind to a good racket.
And `guests too’, from Dwarkin’s Professors, Nurses, Keynesian Economists, Police Officers, to Farmers, they too speak down to and at the listeners. A Mr. Kentish, for example, farmer, S.A.,Mt.Gambier. has just finished another Dick and Dora Calibre peroration about an overseas trip, I missed where to but on his his nanny state police notions, it might have been the U.S.: `obesity is looming as potential international crisis if we don’t act now.’ `What to do, what to do’, and he answered: `stop buying fast foods buy farm fresh food , eat healthily, demand stores stock it, and learn about our food is produced.’
Before listing the black marks against nosnense, Mr. Kentish might ponder, dumbed down socialistos like himself might find themselves attempting to fend off bankruptcy. Pizzas , chips and each variety of them ( crisps, fish’n'chips type chips ), alone account for: beef, potatoes, capsicums, tomatoes, onions cucumbers, lettuce, pine-apples, chilies, chickens, eggs, wheat ( for flour), butter, creams, milk, oats ( for, again, bread), olive oil, sunflower oil… this will do for starters. Nothing modest about that list, not when the quantities traded each day are added up. So, do, Mr. Kentish, continue the nanny state campaign, nay, let’s assume it is successful, after all, all the major parties are behind this excuse for more nanny police state intervention. Yes, you campaign has succeeded, Mr. Kentish, now flee,potato growers digging your grave in dragmort swamp, making your coffin, concrete is such a treat, and seeking the opportunity to see if the coffin fits and the swamp even roomier, a.s.a.p. Mr. Kentish, if you wish to live to a ripe old age, then grow up up and spit out the commie dummy you are sucking.
No, Mr. Kentish, the farmers are not as the possessive case suggests. I, for one, don’t own you.I could be mistaken of course, in which case: `Slave! You have been deleterious in sending earnings from sales. I might have to send my enforcer to give you a good flogging. You can vacate the house and live in the gog kennel, your my slave, do as you’re bloody well told, or I’ll take a whip to your backside myself.’
The Leader of the Nats, Mr. Anderson, in Parliament, has spoken of `our produce’. Well, well, there’s that favorite expression of commies again. No, Mr. Anderson, it’s yours, yours as in that which you produce as opposed to produce of other farmers,up until you sell it, then it belongs to each who buy any of it, and then it belongs to any whom they sell it too.
Next, Mr. Kentish, I don’t give a damn how it is produced, that is your business. It’s like clothes, cars, and books, I don’t give a toss at all how each are produced. Or, to turn it around, what is more valuable, finding out about food production or surgery.
I nominate the second, to turn Kentish’s argument by reductio absurdum. I enjoy food, it’s simple. Surgery is different, a procedure which has genuinely unpleasant risks attached. Surgery is an intervention which is best avoided if , unless the problem is worse than the surgeon’s knife. It is grave stuff. From Kenitsh’s argument, it is far more important that one learns surgery than how to grow spuds, milk a cow, mules a lamb, shoot and butcher beef, despatch a chook, collect eggs, plant crops. Surgery can entail falling off the mortal perch Taking it further, since surgery is genuinely of existential concern to me, Dah Govt. should provide me a fee free seat in a distinguished medical school so that one can lean surgery. Hey, look on the bright side, I’ll be able to lead D.I.Y. operations.
Kentish’s argument amounts to nothing less than the morals of the primitive savage, since , as also Anderson, the notion that relations and exchange should be informed and decided by subjective and highly personalised considerations is just that, the mark of the svage not the civilised man It is one of the many falsehoods which litter socialist notions, which is why the notion of the `community’ and `nation’ and, effectively, the subjugation of individuals to tribal pooh bahs, is nothing but just that, communistic savagery.
[Posting what’s written so far, tacking on as I write].
(Having spent a little time correcting the above, continuto:)
In the 80’s, numbers of farmers blamed the `City’ for bankruptcies. A damned lie socialistos gladly seized upon, ‘`yah, nasty capitalisto bankers kicking farmers off `their land”, the Medja parrotted, as did socialsito politicians. The Medja and pollies omitted to state what was the case, the hard stubborn facts behind most of those bankruptcies, many went bankrupt because they got greedy, they gambled debt free farms on , commodity prices would remain high long into the future, a notion more usually expected of delinquent children. Others, the took on famring for the first time as a gmable. Others who, to be blunt have no head for business and better advised to get a day job. Reflected, high commodity prices, in market price fixing, such as the former AWB using its selling monopoly to peg its minimum floor pric early 80’s prices for the finest grades of wool. A dumbed down socialisto is a fucking fool, a born bankruptee.Egad, did I roar with laughter the day they did that, no good I said, would come of it and, Lo, many were ruined.None-the-less, the blamed dah city, rather than themselves for beging so damned reckless as only fools manages to be.
It might be pointed out to dah bush, and another thing too, cities generates demand that makes farming a proposition. No city, no farm. No many other things which only the great centres of commerce called cities make possible.Might point out, in the city those who are independent face risks too, increased by confiscating socialisto govts., and money forging central banks. In the city, when someone faces consequences of risk relaised, they go down, they might scream in doing so, but the independent, unlike rural and urban yobs realise that’s life,and don’t expect protectionism, to avoid it.
Yet, once again, the bush is increasingly strident in saying, `Dah City doesn’t understand us.” Turn that around, the socialsit yobs pretending to be businessmen called farms, don’t understand dah city. In other words, it is nonsense, what is there to understand? But, city types, it seems, should drop everything and rush out to the country, and tremulously utter, `I lurve you’, then, teerily, `let’s hug’, then, `I want to understand you’. Never mind the city type would lose his job/business, his children starve in the streets, his house occupied by someone not so soupy loopy. A demand of the primitive it is, you must lurve me, focus on me, hand over everything to me that I demand. The sane , repsonsible man says, `Bugger off, enough on the plate without having to hold your bloody hands too…..oh, go and blub you big great sook, here’s a tissue, now, piss off.’
Enough of types agricolae, there’s still much on the pate to poke a fork at, like a conjunction of ABC and that Sydney Rag which as the Margoyle, yesterday, an item on blogs. Here’s Margofoyle Kingston contribution to sookidom, `People come to my site because I make it safe for them to comment and express themselves.’ Well, Margy has cleared up one thing, `Web Dairy’ is a sanctuary for sooky adults who feel afraid about saying anything without wombat hugger Margofoyle’s pig pen to hide in. Is she a-typical of leftoid bloggers? Seems not. What do leftoid bloggers claim, they run sites for `rational discussion and debate’. What do they acutally do? To date, they freely besmirch many not socialistos, write bilge such has about man causes global warming, and vilify any who properly state , that’s downright bilge. Their fellow travellers join in with admirable comments such as, “yeah, those RWDB are fucking bastards aren’t they.” Then they run for cover when one of the evil ones take umbrage and rebut them, as the gentlemen who contrinutes occasional peices to Brookes News has recently furnished another and latest example, go read Mr. Joe Cambria’s item about sooky lefoids who underneath are nasty delinquents.
Sooks are Contradiction incarnated, not merely hypocrites.leaving this tantalising header hanging, I resume this Monday, as well as some other pieces writtenn but not posted this week, and some unfinished items too. So, to readers not of Sookidom, a pleasant weekend to you, to sooks - damn you and hope you expend an enjoyable weekend bludding and groping in `community’ mutual in-therapy- navel gazing-personal worth valuing hug-in sessions . Shite, I need to the vomit bucket, I’m about to throw up - wish it were a long weekend again, in need of the restorative that is shooting and fishing beasties, whiskey, cigars, the great three B’s. -Blood, Booze and Beef.