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This is one of the more telling slides from a
talk I recently gave in Howth near Dublin entitled ... “Food for Climate
Thought”.
It mocks all those earnest climatologists (genuine or self-appointed) who
cannot stop predicting imminent climate Armageddon and always
get it wildly wrong.
In the talk, I posited fourteen very obvious questions
in relation to Global Warming / Climate Change, call it what you will.
For each question, I provided the conventional
answer (mostly “Yes”), but then
challenged it with easily checkable facts and figures. My Armageddon
chart relates to Question 3.
Justine McCarthy's Abortion
Distortion in the Sunday Times - 6 May 2018
On 6 May 2018, Justine McCarthy wrote a column in the (Irish edition of) the
Sunday Times in which she purported to show how pro-life campaigners distort
facts to make their case. She cited eight so-called “half-truths,
fallacies and myths that have to be debunked”.
In fact the bunkum and distortions were all hers, as I set out
here.
In
Ireland, and many parts of the West, “diversity” is seen as a “good
thing” because it means a lot of non-white people being mixed up
with white people and everyone blissfully happy, with the local kebab
shops and curry houses doing a roaring trade, reggae bands blaring their
stuff and spliff butts all over the pavement.
But that is a very narrow perception of “diversity”.
For example “diversity” rarely means white people mixing up
with non-white people, or even different types of non-white people
mixing together (eg Blacks, Arabs, Asians, Hispanics, Orientals), for
which no word really exists.
If you say “diversity”, there has got to be a
white component, which needless to say is the sole source of any
resultant friction.
So when you hear about a wonderfully diverse culture that's what
they're talking about.
However both such interpretations of “diversity” are
themselves very narrow when compared with the thing that really
horrifies right-thinking people, namely “diversity” of
opinion.
The problem with “diversity” of opinion is that for far too
many people, only one opinion is or can possibly be correct (theirs,
naturally). Therefore “diversity” of opinion necessarily
involves trying to deceive the less well educated and less privileged
into believing self-evident falsehoods.
And we don't want to allow any tricks like that, do we?
Nowhere is this truer than in the Irish media - TV, radio and
newspapers who never exhibit the slightest deviation, or “diversity”,
from the accepted norms of opinion.
Here is a list of most of such norms, which - without exception - all
Irish media accept and defend as unquestionable truths.
Pro global warming
Anti austerity
Anti conservatism
Pro Welfare State
Anti Israel
Pro Palestine
Pro abortion
Pro LBGT
Pro gay marriage
Pro divorce
Pro surrogacy
Anti celibacy
Anti Catholic
Pro Islam
Pro Atheism
Anti Trump and the US
Republican Party
Pro Hillary, Obama and
the US Democratic Party
Pro the EU
Pro the UN
Thus you very rarely see newspaper opinion pieces that advocate the
opposite of this list (indeed I was released by the Irish Times for
mocking Obama in a column). On the few occasions an oppositionist appears
on a TV or radio show, he/she is always outnumbered by conformist
panellists and gets the sympathy of the moderator.
The two most blatant recent examples of this were Ireland's
Same Sex Marriage referendum in 2015 year, falsely described as
a marriage “equality” referendum.
Ireland's introduction of abortion in 2013, falsely titled the “Protection
of Life During Pregnancy Bill” when its sole purpose was to
destroy life by facilitating abortion, albeit in limited (for now)
circumstances.
In both cases, not a single media outlet opposed either proposal,
indeed every single political party supported it. Opposition
parties completely forgot that their function is to oppose.
Moreover, when expert witnesses provided evidence that refuted the
intention of the respective proposals, this was never publicly
discussed; it was simply ignored by media and politicians alike, as if
the words had never been uttered.
There is no doubt that such conformity of opinion, such lack of “diversity”,
affects the development of Irish society to a greater or lesser degree.
For a number of years I was honoured to be invited to speak at
Trinity College Dublin's Philosophical Society, “The
Phil”, which is the world's oldest debating society dating
back 325 years to the Stuart era. The basis of these invitations
was largely my willingness to speak against any of the above shopping
list of topics, because The Phil found it so hard to find such
oppositionists.
But reviewing the list as a whole, what is apparent is that it
represent a hard left manifesto. And the Irish party who best
espouses it is Sinn Fein/IRA, and you don't get harder left than that.
So sooner or later Sinn Fein is going to get into Government in the
Republic of Ireland due to the relentless support by every single media
outlet of the minutiae of what Sinn Fein stands for.
Incessant, drip-drip indoctrination of Irish people by the
single-minded, conformist, “diversity”-free Irish radio stations,
TV broadcasters and national newspapers is going to bear disastrously
successful results. Successful for Sinn Fein; disastrous for
Ireland since as Mrs Thatcher observed eventually the hard left runs out
of other people's money.
But surely there is an Irish market out there for different views -
you only have to go online to find it.
So why is there not a single Irish media outlet - not even one! -
that is prepared to entertain a modicum of “diversity”?
Elton
John's “husband”
David Furnish
recently flew from
London to Los
Angeles where he
engaged in a sexual
tryst with another
gay couple.
The threesome story
leaked into the
American press, but
Elton John organized
a super-injunction
to prevent the
British press from
repeating it.
A super-injunction
is a an injunction
whose very existence
must not be
disclosed.
Although this
does not apply
beyond British
jurisdiction, Mr
John's lawyers
having been using
every effort to try
to shut down
versions of the
story appearing
online, even outside
the UK, even when
the servers
themselves are
located outside the
UK.
Nevertheless Google
and Twitter have
been doing their
utmost to
internationalise the
super-injunction by
hunting down
versions and
suspending accounts.
One such story
was written by
Irishman Paddy
Manning in Ireland
on non-UK servers,
so most certainly
not subject to
British Law.
Nevertheless Google
has chased him down
and deleted the
story a number of
times.
So in the
interests of free
speech and invoking
- once more - the
Barbara Streisand effect, here is a transcript of Paddy's offending
story, prepared by
me in Ireland on
servers located in
the USA and thus
beyond reach of
British law.
Which in this
instance is an ass.
Very Imperfect
Super Injunction
Under the
headline “The
Perfect Marriage”
the Daily Mail
gushed in prose so
breathless anaerobic
life forms sprouted
spontaneously on the
screen:
“Eleven years
ago this month, Sir
Elton John proposed
to his partner,
David Furnish, thus
formalising a
relationship that —
as the whole world
knows — has
blossomed into one
of the most
blissfully happy of
show business
marriages. We know
this, of course,
because Sir Elton
and David have been
generous enough to
share almost every
detail of their
relationship and
family life through
the pages of
celebrity magazines,
in high-profile TV
interviews and on
social media.”
Leaving aside the
need to wipe one's
screen & overdose on
anti-nausea
medication, there
cannot now be a
literate person in
the British Isles
who does not know
that Elton John, and
his husband David
Furnish, are the
couple at the centre
of the long running
“PJS”
super-injunction.
The journalist who
typed that
saccharine fogged
horror knows, as
everybody with
access to the
internet knows. The
courts have become
Canute's courtiers
standing in a
digital tide.
Furnish flew to
the US for a tryst
with a gay couple
who subsequently (no
honour amongst
sluts) tried sell a
kiss-and-tell to the
Sun newspaper. The
Sun, preparing the
article, contacted
lawyers for the
couple. The Elton
Johns were granted a
ferocious
super-injunction to
protect their
privacy largely
argued on the
grounds of
protecting “their”
children. Mr Furnish
was not being
unfaithful; Judge
Jackson noted that
“the spouse of PJS
accepts that theirs
is not a mutually
exclusive sexual
relationship”.
The internet is
international, not
bound by a London
court and sites on
servers in
California, Canton
and Cavan can be
read by English men
and women, making
the court's action
seem futile but with
the great blunt mace
of the super
injunction the court
may fiercely coerce
silence. The English
can read news on
foreign sites but
they will be
punished for
discussing it. This
is late Tudor
England with
electric light. The
court has
infantilised the
English in a
desperate attempt to
preserve a
propaganda Potemkin
village for the
English
establishment.
What does it
matter if some guy
flies to America for
a night of sex with
two other middle
aged men? We are all
adults, are we not
and is not their
private life their
own? Who are we,
mere humans,
fallible and frail,
to judge.
Who are we
indeed.
The tawdry
private life of the
(any) couple, the
arrangements they
make for their own
amusement wouldn't
matter if they had
not spent some much
effort convincing us
that they do. A
fictional version of
their life together
has been slathered
in every media
outlet that can
print or say the
home life of our own
dear queen and this
has been for brutal
political purpose:
same sex marriage is
good, surrogacy
better. The press is
for propaganda and
the commoners as a
have a no right to
know the truth or
competing versions
of the truth. The
court, wittingly or
unwittingly has made
itself partner in a
vicious hypocrisy,
defending the
illusion of the
Elton John's family
life against its
sordid reality and
worse, pretending to
do it for the
children so that the
great and good may
go on lying.
Little argument
can be made for the
saving children from
the putative damage
of the
relationship's
public exposure when
they are living with
two selfish
hedonists who
obtained them by
purchase. If the
story behind the
super injunction
casts a cold light
on the Elton John's
understanding of
marriage, it must
cast an icy glaze on
the horrid practice
of surrogacy: a
combination of
eugenics,
prostitution,
kidnapping, slavery
and child abuse
regarded as a a
thing of beauty by
every fashionable
clown.
Not buying the
Sun for a few days
in the Elton John
household is a
better option than
coercive national
censorship. If you
make your
relationship a
lodestar of public
policy, the public
have every right to
hear about that
relationship's
reality, even if
that makes you
blush, sweat or
squirm. Elton John
regularly uses his
relationship and
those children to
bolster arguments
for issues as far
reaching as
transgender bathroom
rights in North
Carolina.(
http://thehill.com/…/279995-north-carolina-governors-ignora…)
The super injunction
is a wealthy elitist
having his cake and
eating it but being
backed by the public
courts in the act.
If public policy
is to be argued and
defended by
reference to one's
own family, it is a
logical quid pro quo
that one's family
life is publicly
reportable. A family
of conservative
Christians
leveraging their
family life for
influence would find
a very different
reception to request
for privacy no
matter how the
courts ruled.
The Supreme
Court, by
re-instating the
injunction thrown
out by the Court of
Appeals, has placed
the lives of the
rich, famous and who
have children out of
bounds. Because the
Elton Johns are
wealthy and have
children, the rules
that apply to media
reporting their
sexual escapades are
markedly different
to the reporting of
childless Darren and
Mandy from Dagenham.
“Love rat Darren ate
my hamster” is
permissible but the
exposure of celeb
parents with the
funds to persuade
the state of the
value of their
privacy is anathema.
This creates a
strange,
unlegislated, new
restriction on press
freedom.
Kiss-and-tell and
Darren-broke-my-bed
stories may be
distasteful, boring,
reassurance for the
miserable that
nobody is really any
better, a way of
keeping everybody in
the mud, but they
are the price of a
free press. That
price is worth
paying many times
over.
Giving the right
to decide what can
be reported or what
is news to anybody
other than those who
buy papers or
consume news, is
toxically dangerous,
undermining the
ability of media to
report the actions
of the powerful and
leaving the public
less trusting with
each omission, each
breach of the trust
that we will be told
the story by
somebody competing
for our attention.
Tinfoil hats and
conspiracies thrive
in the half-light
these injunctions
generate. They have
no place in a net
linked world or in a
free country.
Solution to the conundrum of catering for transgender people and all people
who want to use toilet facilities. Use the following signage.
Either you got one or you ain't. Nothing to do with gender.
There is a suppressed video of a satirical poem
lampooning the autocratic Islamist-leaning President of Turkey, Recep Tayyip
Erdoğan. Germany has banned it. Moreover Chancellor Merkel
plans, at the President's request, to prosecuting its author, a German
comedian called Jon Bohmermann, for the hitherto scarcely known German
crime of “insulting a foreign leader”.
She has meantime arranged that the video be taken down from the German
broadcaster's website and for the poet to be removed from his weekly TV
spot. No doubt this is all within the German constitution and legal
framework.
So since she wants to suppress it, here is the offending
video
Right-click and press Play to play it ...
And here for your delectation is the offending German poem, with the English
translation. It's not going to be earning Mr Bohmermann the position
of Poet Laureate any time soon.
Schmähkritik
(Schmähgedicht)
Jon Bohmermann
Sackdoof, feige
und verklemmt
ist Erdoğan, der
Präsident.
Sein Gelöt
stinkt schlimm nach Döner,
selbst ein
Schweinefurz riecht schöner.
Er ist der Mann,
der Mädchen schlägt
und dabei
Gummimasken trägt.
Am liebsten mag
er Ziegen ficken
und Minderheiten
unterdrücken,
Kurden treten,
Christen hauen
und dabei
Kinderpornos schauen.
Und selbst
abends heißt’s statt schlafen
Fellatio mit
hundert Schafen.
Ja, Erdoğan ist
voll und ganz
ein Präsident
mit kleinem Schwanz.
Jeden Türken
hört man flöten,
die dumme Sau
hat Schrumpelklöten.
Von Ankara bis
Istanbul
weiß jeder,
dieser Mann ist schwul,
pervers,
verlaust und zoophil,
Recep Fritzl
Přiklopil.
Sein Kopf so
leer wie seine Eier,
der Star auf
jeder Gangbangfeier,
bis der Schwanz
beim Pinkeln brennt.
Das ist Recep
Erdoğan, der türkische Präsident.
Vituperative
Criticism (Smear Poem)
by German Comedian/Satirist Jon Bohmermann
Damn stupid,
cowardly and uptight
that’s what
Erdoğan the President is.
His privates
reek awfully of döner kebab,
even a pig fart
smells nicer.
He’s the man who
beats up girls
while he’s
wearing rubber masks.
Most of all he
likes fucking goats
and oppressing
minorities,
kicking Kurds,
whacking Christians
while watching
child porn.
And even in the
evenings, instead of sleep,
it’s all about
fellatio with a hundred sheep.
Yes, Erdoğan is
totally
A President with
a small cock.
Every Turk is
heard to warble,
that blithering
idiot has got wrinkled balls.
From Ankara to
Istanbul
everyone knows,
that man is gay,
perverted,
crawling with lice and zoophile,
Recep Fritzl
Přiklopil.
His head as
empty as his balls,
the star at
every gangbang party
until his cock
burns while peeing.
That’s Recep
Erdoğan, the Turkish President.
Because of the actions of Ms Merkel, the video and words need to be
spread far and wide, so as to invoke the
Barbra Streisand effect. This is the phenomenon whereby an attempt to
hide, remove, or censor a piece of information has the unintended
consequence of publicizing the information more widely, usually facilitated
by the Internet. This is an example of psychological reactance, wherein once
people are aware something is being kept from them, their motivation to
access the information is increased.
Who knew that Angela and Barbra were such soulmates?
In December 1941, Japanese imperialist forces invaded the
British Crown Colony of Hong Kong from the Chinese mainland and on Christmas
Day it fell.
Thus began a vicious, brutal occupation that was to last over three and a
half miserable years.
But joy came on 30th August 1945 when a handful of sailors from the Royal
Navy sailed into Hong Kong harbour and liberated it.
This
is the account of the event as recorded by my centenarian father, Walter the
Dentist (no, not
Walter the Lion-Killer Dentist!).
He learnt about the story and researched it, when having spent all of the
war years with the RAF in the Europe theatre, he arrived in Hong Kong in
1947 to take up a new job, which was to keep him there for nearly two
decades.
I have added a few extra illustrations to this post that were not
available when the book was published.
Liberation of Hong Kong
from Japanese Occupation
by Dr Walter C Allwright
On my arrival in Hong Kong, I was fascinated to learn about what exactly
happened in Hong Kong when the Japanese gave up the fight. The war finally
came to an abrupt end on 15th August 1945 after the Americans dropped two
atomic bombs in sharp succession on the Japanese mainland.
These made it clear that neither Japan – nor, more significantly, its
leaders and emperor – were safe from annihilation. Emperor Hirohito and his
cosseted war planners, so brave in sending young kamikaze pilots out to die,
did not want to find themselves fried at the receiving end of a third atomic
bomb, this time dropped on Tokyo (they didn’t know the Americans had no more
bombs in stock). So six short days later, fearful of their mortality, they
surrendered unconditionally.
Peace introduced many strange tensions between the Allies. One of them
concerned Hong Kong. During the war, the Americans had indicated their
desire to put an end to old style Western Imperialism, of which Hong Kong
was a pre-eminent example; they wanted to hand it back to China . Needless
to say Britain had no intention of surrendering its Far Eastern jewel, so as
soon as the Japanese capitulated there was a race against the Americans to
seize it back from the Japanese occupiers. The only mobile British asset
within easy reach was a small Light Cruiser called HMS Swiftsure. The Royal
Navy sent it at high speed to reclaim Hong Kong, where it arrived on 30th
August 1945. To this day, the last Monday in August is a holiday in
celebration of Hong Kong’s liberation.
This small war¬ship had a complement of only around 150 officers and men.
Nevertheless, it was assigned the duty of taking the local surrender of the
Japanese occupiers and then of administering the entire colony of Hong Kong,
Kowloon and the New Territories on behalf of the Crown until reinforcements
could arrive.
The gallant HMS Swiftsure sails into Hong
Kong ... and anchors in the middle of the harbour
It was humiliating for the Japanese soldiers to surrender to such a tiny
military force (and indeed the British sailors themselves must have been
nervous about this), but the Japs were schooled in taking orders and so
obeyed without question the demands of their commanders in Tokyo.
It
was, of course, impracticable for such a small group of Royal Navy personnel
to cover the entire colony. So with a great leap of imagination they
recruited the Japanese soldiers, now technically prisoners of war, to assist
them in tasks ranging from reconstruction (photo shows Jap POWs being
marched to work at the airport), to helping keep order, in the latter case
even allowing them to retain their arms. This solved a number of immediate
problems. It removed the threat of a Japanese insurgency by giving them work
to do, food to eat, and a sense of self-worth. They also knew their way
around Hong Kong which the sailors did not. As soldiers they were in a
position to help maintain law and order, and the Chinese were anyway used to
accepting their authority. They were even recruited for traffic duties,
though there were few vehicles.
I have always wondered what went through the minds of those British
sailors. For six long years they would have heard nothing but hair-raising
stories about the fearsome fighting ability and sadistic brutality of the
Jap soldiery, only to encounter them meekly accepting orders from a handful
of barely armed gaijin, heretofore objects only of Japanese contempt.
The sailors must have been secretly shivering in their boots when they first
came ashore, before it became clear they had nothing further to fear.
Meanwhile, liberated British prisoners of war were put to work helping
with more administrative tasks. Undernourished for several years, they were
in no fit state to undertake any strenuous duties but there was nothing
wrong with their brains. They were able to work with civilians to start
restoring urban services (water, electricity, sewage etc), and to seek out
and catalogue armaments and food stocks.
Across the fallen Japanese empire, ex-POWs and sometimes Japanese
soldiers were being pressed into emergency service in similar ways by the
victors. In some cases, inevitably, the ex-POWs first took time out to beat
up, imprison or kill some of their erstwhile tormentors, though I did not
hear of that happening in Hong Kong.
The
Swiftsure arrangements continued successfully for quite a while until the
rest of the Royal Navy and the Royal Air Force managed to catch up with the
intrepid little Light Cruiser. Many Swiftsure officers remained for several
months afterwards as their continued contribution was considered invaluable.
In due course the Japanese soldiers were repatriated other than a few
suspected of war crimes. The latter (pictured) were locked up in the same
Stanley Prison where they had so recently themselves incarcerated their
European POWs.
I once had to give one of them some dental treatment. Soon after I
arrived in Hong Kong in 1947 I was called to Stanley Prison to provide
emergency dental care for a Japanese prisoner, whose alleged crimes I knew
not. To my surprise I discovered that my toothache-sufferer, whose tooth I
extracted, was the only Japanese prisoner still in custody as a guest of His
Majesty. All the other Japanese prisoners had already been “rendered”
(to use an emotive modern term!) to Japan.
The Americans never showed up and quickly lost interest in freeing Hong
Kong from the clutches of the British Empire. They anyway had plenty of
other fish to fry – in particular China, which was now engulfed in civil war
pitting their ally Chiang Kai Shek and his nationalists against Mao Tse
Tung’s communists. In 1949 Mao, of course, prevailed and Chiang fled to
Taiwan. As a direct result, Taiwan and China remain divided, to this day.
Liberation of Hong Kong
The Cenotaph is in the foreground, Blake Pier and the harbour in the back
If Greece
manages to squeeze another €100 billion out of the EU - with no (austerity)
strings attached of course - it is the ESM that will disburse the loot. It's
worth thinking about the ESM, a huge €urozone bailout fund.
The EU's “Treaty Establishing the the European Stability Mechanism”,
signed in February 2012, created the ESM as an undemocratic, totalitarian
abomination and an irresistible invitation to rampant, institutionalised
corruption.
The ESM, which started off with €700 bn, can demand any amount of
additional money from all €urozone states at any time for any reason and
they all have just seven days to pay up. Ireland's share is 1.6%.
The ESM is beyond the reach of any law anywhere, and beyond any external
scrutiny or audit of any of its activities, as are its functionaries. Its
staff pay no taxes anywhere except for a nominal amount back to the ESM
itself.
The ESM suffers no restrictions or prohibitions on anything it wants to
import and pays no taxes or duties on its imports.
The
ESM Board of Directors is made up of civil servants from the €urozone
finance ministries. They are appointed by their respective ministers, not
voted in, and they cannot be voted out. The
Managing Director (Klaus Regling) is also an appointed position.
These are absolutely fabulous jobs if you can get them. Imagine! In
addition to wonderful pay and perks,
you can steal all you want and you are untouchable in any
jurisdiction anywhere in the world.
And no authority anywhere in the world is allowed to inspect any
aspect of the ESM's activities ever, other than an internal audit by the
ESM itself.
This is the outfit that will forcibly extract money from 21 €urozone
countries to hand over to Greece, never to be repaid.
If you want to be further shocked, here's my
easy-to-read summary from way back in 2012. The Greece situation
has hardly changed since then.
My buddy Mo and I were fishing on my boat close to Al-Fahal Island just four
kilometers off Muscat the capital of Oman, having caught very little in deep
water far out. It was noon, the sun was out with not a cloud in the piercing
blue sky, the temperature was about 40 deg C, the humidity low and the sea
was crystal clear and flat like a millpond. Perfect fishing
conditions. The water depth was only about ten metres.
Then Mo foul-hooked this poor octopus minding his own business rummaging
around in the rocks on the sea floor. (“Foul-hook”
is where your hook happens to snag the fish in his side or somewhere, rather
than the fish grabbing the bait with his mouth on your hook.) Octopi are far
too smart to be fooled by a baited hook, but this guy was just being
careless.
So Mo hauled him up to surface, but he was too heavy to pull on board using
the fishing line, so I gaffed him and pulled him inboard. I would
guess he weighed about seven kilos, and each of his eight thick muscular
arms was about a metre long.
Then the fun started. He was fully compos mentis and fighting mad.
When you catch a fish, you normally just leave him to die or else hit him on
the head to kill him. But this enraged guy had no intention of going
quietly.He was using his arms
to reach out and grab us, or grab anything, all the time fixing us with a
beady black eye consumed with hatred.
So you would remove a
tentacle from your leg and then find another one pulling on the helm and
another grabbing Mo’s arm and another waving around looking for something to
get a grip of. His tentacles were everywhere grabbing and pulling
things and limbs; I am sure he had a lot more than just the eight.
As fast as you detached one tentacle another two attached themselves
somewhere else. Then he started spitting black stinky ink at us
and making a complete mess of my lovely white motor-boat and making Mo and
me look like something out of a horror movie.
That’s when I decided on the nuclear option and reached for my big black
mallet to send him to octopus fairy land. With great difficulty
because everything was so dynamic and slippery, I managed to land a couple
of blows on his head. But his head was so soft and rubbery that the
mallet just sank in a bit, then bounced right off again. Other blows
just slide sideways off his bald, oval shaped head.
We tried knives and gaffes to dispatch him but again the weapons just
bounced off him, without even causing a wound. If there had been say
ten of us on board instead of two, we might just have been able to hold him
down in one place long enough to drive a knife or screwdriver into his heart
or brain, but we were only two. Two grown men against one seven-kilo
octopus is just not a fair fight.
The drama seemed to go on for an hour (maybe it was only ten minutes) and Mo
and I were tiring from our exertions - flagging both physically but even
more so mentally and emotionally. Mr Tentacles wasn’t tiring at all,
in fact seemed to be getting even more energetic.
So we changed our focus to one thing only, hauling the wretched fellow back
overboard. Eventually we were able to dislodge sufficient tentacles
from their grips simultaneously to just about heave him over the gunwales.
With immense relief to us, and no doubt him, he plopped back into the water
and disappeared from sight.
We had no energy left, so I started the engines and we headed back to our
beach club. Within thirty minutes of landing, Mo was at home tucked up
in bed and didn’t get out till the next morning so stressed was he by the
ordeal. I wasn’t much better, but had to get my boat out of the water,
clean it (of ink!), park it and do all that mariner stuff before I could
stagger to the bar and get a reinvigorating iced beer or five. I too
wasn’t fully composed again till the next day.
So next time you’re tucking into your
polpo a la marinara in some distant sunny resort – respect that guy on
your plate, and the ten strong men who wrestled to get him there!
A century ago in 1914, from a mixture of pride and hubris after the
assassination of the heir to the throne of one of Europe's great empires,
the Austro-Hungarian, war broke out across Europe as different countries for
different reasons took different sides.
As we now now, this quickly escalated into what became known as the Great
War, World War 1, the war to end all wars. By the time the last gun
fell silent in 1918 at the Eleventh Hour on the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh
Month,
9.7 million soldiers on all sides lay dead,
plus a further 7 million civilians. In the two years that
followed, returning soldiers brought home with them the virus of a deadly
new illness, Spanish Flu, for which there was little immunity and less
treatment. Spanish Flu spread like wildfire across Europe killing
between 20 and 40 million people -
more than the toll of the Great War and in half the time, and most had been
non-combatants in the Great War. (For the record, my grandfather in
Tipperary was one of those non-combatant victims, leaving behind a penurious
widow with nine children, including my beloved mother.)
Although the Great War produced clear victors (America, Russia, Britain,
France) and vanquished (Germany, Austria, Hungary, Turkey, Bulgaria), the
war ended not with a surrender but with an Armistice. It was quickly
followed by a conference and treaty at Versailles to decide on
·
massive economic reparations to be paid by the losers,
·
their permanent disarmament and
·
rewriting the maps of the dismantled empires in Europe and the Middle East.
The map-rewriting resulted in millions of people finding themselves
overnight living in different countries, many now unwelcome minorities where
once they had been (often oppressive) majorities. For example,
·
after Hungary was stripped of two-thirds of its landmass, many ethnic
Hungarians woke up as Czechoslovaks despised and surrounded by mainly
Slovaks over whom they yesterday been lords.
·
Ethnic Germans from the Sudetenland region unhappily discovered they were
also now Czechoslovaks
The victorious armies, principally the Americans, occupied defeated Germany,
guarding against renewed hostilities, but only in small numbers and only for
five years. By 1923 they were gone.
And we all know what happened in the 1930s, when with Germany in the grip of
economic collapse and hyperinflation largely due to those reparation
payments, and emboldened by the non-surrender of the Fatherland and a sense
that it had been stabbed in the back by its representatives at Versailles,
Adolf Hitler rose to power, proclaiming he would restore Germany's pride.
He would deal with its financial problems, which were all the fault of the
Jews anyway, and would address the injustice of ethnic Germans being trapped
in foreign jurisdictions, and - crucially - he would re-arm and restore the
pride of Germans. It proved an irresistible cocktail.
UKIP's Nigel Farage
reckons that the non-defeat,
non-surrender and non-humiliation of Germany in 1918 was the West's biggest
mistake of the 20th Century. In another six weeks of war, the Allies
could have driven Germany out of France and Belgium and forced it into an
unconditional surrender, albeit at the probable cost of another 100,000
casualties. This would have been a small price compared to the carnage that
was yet to follow just a couple of decades later.
With Germany's former antagonists bitterly opposed to returning so quickly
to conflict, Hitler was allowed far too much leeway in violating Versailles,
particularly in his massive re-armament of Germany. So by 1939, this
led inevitably to another six years of dreadful war,
·
in the first instance by invading Czechoslovakia on the pretext of
reclaiming the Sudetenland,
·
then, with Poland next on the list, to conquer all of Europe for Naziism,
·
and of course to liquidate every Jew on the continent.
So with that, World War 2, which quickly drew in Japan and spread across the
globe,
killed a further 48 million people
(more than half of them civilians), making it the deadliest military
conflict in history.
WW2 was, in effect, really a continuance of WW1, because the loathed (by
Germany) terms of Versailles were not enforced, especially after Germany got
rid of its hated American occupiers in 1923. Germany's anger and
resentment were exacerbated by the country's hyper-inflatory economic
ruination in the 1920s and 30s, which most Germans blamed on Versailles,
although it was predominately the result of
budgetary mismanagement, worsened by
protective foreign tariffs on German exports.
But in 1945, that war DID end with clear unconditional
surrenders, by Germany and Japan. Not only that, but the victors,
particularly American and Britain, had learnt the danger of economically
destroying and then abandoning a defeated enemy.
So they sought to help Germany and Japan rebuild themselves from their
ruins. Crucially, they also maintained hundreds of thousands of Allied
soldiers on German and Japanese soil, not only to ensure there would be no
resurgence of Naziism, imperialism or other fascistic tendencies, but to
protect those countries from foreign aggression from, in particular, Comrade
Stalin's malign expansionist Soviet Union in the West or the evil regime of
Mao Tse Tung in China.
In 1953, North Korea under Soviet tutelage and with Mao's help invaded the
American-sponsored South Korea. After a savage two-month war, the
military might of American, other Anglophone countries and South Korea drove
back the invaders to the 38th Parallel.
In all these cases - Germany, Japan, South Korea - American troops are STILL there, more than seven decades later, albeit not as
occupiers but as welcome protectors and allies.
It is no coincidence that these have become thriving, democratic,
Western-oriented economic power houses.
How different from defeated Germany in 1918-1939!
Apart from untold prosperity for hundreds of millions of citizens, how many
millions have NOT been killed by further wars because the
victors ensured
·
that the military gains in these three countries were securely kept in place
by a continuing military presence,
·
while the countries themselves were not allowed to regress in the way that
Germany regressed in 1918-39.
This continued military presence, first as occupier, later as invited
defender and helpmate, is what provided the secure environment that allowed
those countries to blossom both economically but also democratically.
And so to the third millennium.
In October 2001, America and its so-called Coalition-of-the-Willing invaded
Afghanistan to root out the ruling Islamic Taliban who were providing safe
haven for Al Qaeda. Under Osama bin Laden, Al Qaeda had perpetrated
the unprovoked Islamic Jihadic attacks on America on Nine-Eleven, just the
previous month. The overthrow was swift, but it was followed by over a
decade of vicious insurgency, as America and its allies struggled to install
an (albeit flawed) democracy with a modicum of human rights and freedoms.
In March 2003, the Coalition invaded Saddam Hussein's Iraq as part of the
same fight against Jihad, although this was given the more polite moniker of
“war
against terror”.
There were a number of specific reasons given for the invasion, including
the dismantling of Saddam's WMD programme. But the most potent of
these was
UN Resolution 1441 which threatened
“serious consequences” (a euphemism for war) should Saddam fail
comply with a list of demands - which he duly ignored.
Saddam was swiftly overthrown, but due to botched management of the
aftermath (ie zero planning), Iraq then descended into four years of
sectarian civil war and war against the invaders, which left up to
half a million dead, with
Muslim-on-Muslim violence the biggest single contributor. This carnage
was eventually quelled when President Bush launched his highly successful
2007 surge (though much derided by Senator Obama).
So by the time the Senator was elevated to President Obama in 2008, a degree
of peace, albeit fragile, had been wrought in both Afghanistan and Iraq.
But the new president immediately started looking for ways to
“end”
both wars. End not “win”.
This, combined with his general insouciance about the manner in which the
places were being run by locally elected leaders but still under America's
benign imperium, gave great heart to those who sought to re-de-stabilize
them.
·
On the one hand, for example,
o
a leader such as Iraq's prime minister Nouri al-Maliki (2006-14) was
able to implement sectarian pro-Shi'ite anti-Sunni policies with Iran's help
and without US interference, thus building up huge resentment among Sunnis
(in the minority but under Saddam the Sunni they had been the ruling class);
omeantime Afghanistan's president Hamid Kharzai (2004-14) was able to
pocket his corrupt proceeds, while introducing ever more draconian Sharia
laws and simultaneously denouncing America's supposed perfidy.
·
On the other hand, other tribal trouble-makers knew at the very least, they
only had to wait for the Americans to disappear (indeed, Mr Obama gave them
departure dates) before they could restart the mayhem.
And guess what's happened since. Iraq initially headed towards
sectarian strife, but events in Syria took over. As a result, ISIS has
head-hacked its way to control of huge swathes of Iraqi territory, killing,
enslaving or converting Christians, Yazidis and others, imposing terror
everywhere and implementing the most primitive forms of Sharia law on
Iraqis.
This desertion of Iraq by America and its allies was, if not de-facto
defeat, to deliberately ignore the lessons so brutally learnt via WW1 and
WW2. Victories must be held on to and the vanquished countries
protected from their enemies and helped to rebuild, over several decades.
Post-American Iraq once again shows that those who refuse to apply the
lessons of history are condemned to watch it repeat itself. In this
case the blood is being shed by innocent others, while the US looks on and
thinks the odd bombing mission will put things to rights.
And if all that is not sufficient, this wretched president (supported by his
UK lackey David Cameron) is doing exactly the same again to Afghanistan.
In October 2014,
British troops fled the country.
Meanwhile, American troops are also hightailing out with the
last combat units gone early in 2015.
The Taliban are biding their time and licking their lips. Their day
will shortly return. Unless ISIS get there first. Either way,
Afghanistan is not a place that ordinary Afghans are going to enjoy, any
more than ordinary Iraqis are having fun.
Thanks, Uncle Sam. Or, more correctly, thanks Mr Obama.
If you say something often enough, you will end up believing it, whatever it
is, good
or bad, benign or malign, true or false.
Hat tip: Jonathan Ryan
“What
is truth?”
― Pontius Pilate, Caesar's representative in Judaea
“It would not be impossible to prove with sufficient repetition and a
psychological understanding of the people concerned that a square is in fact
a circle. They are mere words, and words can be moulded until they clothe
ideas and disguise.” ― Joseph Goebbels
“Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they
will believe it.” ― Adolf Hitler
“All propaganda has to be popular and has to accommodate itself to the
comprehension of the least intelligent of those whom it seeks to reach.”
― Adolf Hitler
Like
·
same-sex
“marriage”
·
global warm-mongering
·
the
“human
right”
to abortion
·
a child's non-necessity of his/her natural mother and/or natural father
·
the desires and wishes of adults supersede the needs and natural rights of
children
The Emperor's clothes: Reagan, Thatcher and Pope John-Paul simply pointed
out that Communism's only clothes were layer upon layer of lies, enforced by
the secret police, the propaganda machine, the Communist party itself.
Evidence and threats combine to
redress an anti-Semitic calumny
Repeatedly, during the month of August,
World Vision Ireland, the
Irish branch of an international charity, broadcasted a 15-second
radio advertisment seeking donations, which included a grievous
calumny against Israel relating to the Hamas/Israel war that was
then raging in Gaza. Initially I assumed this was just a
careless mistake, but after lodging a serious of complaints to WVI
that were effectively ignored, I had to conclude that WVI wanted its
false inference to be believed. After all, it made Israel and
Jews look bad (as usual).
My complaints to WVI pointed out that its
advertisment opened with a declaration that "Children should not
be a target". No-one can argue with this.
However it then immediately linked this statement to
the ONLY current conflict in the Middle East where
children are NOT a target, namely Gaza. As
anyone who pays attention to current events surely knows, the IDF
goes to
unprecedented lengths to avoid
civilians and children, even though too many (a number that is
nevertheless historically low in proportion to the quantity of
munitions hurled by the IDF) were, sadly, getting killed and
injured, either as collateral when the IDF would attack legitimate
Hamas targets (exacerbated by Hamas's human shield policy) or due to
IDF mistakes.
On the other hand untold numbers of innocent children were and are
directly and deliberately targeted by, for example,
snipers in Syria and
head-hackers in Iraq. World Vision
Ireland's advertisment ignored such documented truths in favour of
falsehoods about Gaza. An obvious conclusion to draw is that this
was because only in Gaza can Jews be blamed, which would be
tantamount to anti-Semitism.
To add force to my complaint, I prepared this short
Youtube clip, which I think is pretty damning:
However it was only when I
eventually upgraded my complaint by directing it to the broadcaster
Newstalk itself that there was finally some action. I
accompanied this renewed complaint with reference to formal
guidelines
published by the Broadcasting Authority of Ireland, on the basis that
the advertisment contravenes Article 3.2 (Offence, Harm and Human Dignity) of the
BAI General Commercial Communications Code,
and threatened that my next step was an appeal to the BAI itself.
I kept stressing that the deliberate linkage
of child-targeting to the Gaza conflict is an anti-Semitic calumny that
should not be broadcast.
Very quickly, Newstalk responded, saying the
WVI had reworked the ad to exclude the remark inferring that Israel was
targeting children. It was broadcast in this form on 22nd August but
entirely withdrawn shortly afterwards.
The lesson I take from this episode is that
if you are polite no-one will pay attention to you . But if you are
direct, evidence-based and threatening, you can be surprised at how quickly
people will respond.
Anyway, I am pleased at the small way I have
helped to redress an anti-Semitic wrong.
ISIS will continue rampaging across
fresh territories until militarily stopped,
but will be incapable of running its own state, ISISstan
ISIL, ISIS, IS or whatever they choose to call
themselves on whatever day of the week, have been rampaging across huge
swathes of first Syria then Iraq over the past few weeks, striking
terror into the hearts of all those they come into contact with as well
as great chunks of people observing from afar.
Their carefully choreographed and videographed
decapitations of the unfortunate yet indescribably dignified and
courageous US journalists James Foley and Steven Sotloff have only
served to remind the world that there is no depravity to which they will
not unhesitatingly descend.
Koran 47:4 Beheading of Infidels:
“So when you meet those who disbelieve [in battle],
strike [their] necks …”
Their religious cleansing of
the wrong
kind of Muslims (Shi'ites),
the wrong
kind of monotheists (Christians) and
the wrong
kind of worshippers generally (Yazidis)
is of a scale, ferocity and brutality scarcely seen
since that murderous thieving paedophile warlord Mohammed first launched
his bid to conquer and destroy the world in the Seventh Century.
As of now (September 2014) ISIS have effectively
dissolved portions of the Syria/Iraq border and created a new caliphate, which for
convenience I will call ISISstan. It is not only territory that ISIS are
seizing.
They are breaking into the banks and removing billions of US dollars,
Syrian pounds, Iraqi dinars, bullion and other valuables.
Where there are oilfields (eg
in
Deir Ezzor
in Syria) and gas fields (al-Shaer),
they will of course grab those and the resultant revenues.
The Iraqi army, lavishly equipped by the Americans with the best in
uniforms and weapons, fled at the first onslaught of ISIS into Iraq
leaving all the US matériel behind as they tried to melt back into the
civilian population. Thank you very much; ISIS now have their
hands on that too.
So with enormous reserves of cash, oil and
military equipment, not to mention tremendous motivation and sense of
righteousness as they carry out to the letter the depraved word of Allah,
ISIS now looks unstoppable.
Of course the successes of ISIS have been predicated on
the massive power vacuum created by the craven flight from Iraq of US forces under the benighted leadership
of Barack Obama, unarguably the worst, most malicious, ahistorical
president the US has ever seen. The rise of ISIS was entirely
foreseeable. Indeed George W Bush described it very precisely way back in
2007:
Right now, it is very hard to predict
where this is all going end, other than to state with great confidence
that the valley of tears that ISIS are causing to fall is far from being
filled. This hell will go on for years, or decades.
But, even if ISIS is as unstoppable as it
seems, will it be able to create and run an ISISstan Caliphate that by any
recognizable definition is some kind of functioning state that would
secure at least a chance for even medium-term survival? I very much
doubt it, for these reasons.
Firstly,
it is great to have at your disposal countless up-to-date US Hummers, tanks,
armoured personnel carriers,
artillery, small arms, maybe even aircraft
etc. But these items have to be operated and
maintained, for which they will need expertise, spare parts, and of course
ammunition. Especially expertise. Where is all that going to
come from once the first tank breaks down?
A body such as ISIS whose whole philosophy is centred on
Islamic destruction in the name of Allah is psychologically ill-suited
to the grind of technical maintenance and administrative organisation
needed to keep complex equipment in tip-top working order.
Its wonderful US arsenal is going to steadily degrade and
certainly the chunkier items are going to pretty quickly become
unusable.
Secondly, it is one thing to
follow your Prophet's example and instruction by rampaging across territory
mercilessly killing, crucifying, abducting, enslaving or converting every
child, woman and man you encounter, and stealing everything you can lay your
hands on. But what do you do then, once you've set up your Caliphate?
Are the boys from ISIS really the type of people who can set up
Ottoman-style
vilayets
each run by a governor reporting back to
Caliph al-Baghdadi?
Yet without an organization along such or similar lines, how is Mr
al-Baghdadi to ensure both that he both holds the land he has conquered
and that they continue to be run, over the long term, along strict
Islamic lines?
How will he ensure that the oil revenues, for example, do not dissipate
among rabbles of warlords that will inevitably spring up,
For that matter, how is he going to run those oilfields and gasfields?
Who, with access to the necessary large-scale expertise and complex
equipment, is going to dare get involved with the constant, looming
threat of beheaded foreigners, reneging on deals and simple looting?
The multi-nationals? The independents? Russia? China?
Saddam's oilfields were in constant decline, so are
Iran's. Yet their problems with gaining access to expertise
and technology were as nothing compared with those that ISISstan
will encounter.
Thirdly,
if ISISstan is to survive as a state, it must do so economically.
There is no way round that central constraint. Oh, for a while the
plundered billions will be sufficient to keep things going, assuming
ISISstan has figured out how to safely store the stuff (I doubt a numbered
Swiss bank account is the answer). But ultimately, some kind of commerce
will need to re-emerge, some semblance of civic services (water,
electricity, hospitals, schools) to be re-established, all of which requires
the engagement of the ordinary populace.
Yet how can such activities reasonably be
facilitated by an outfit that holds its cowed people - those it doesn't
kill or incarcerate - in such utter and obvious contempt?
And will the excitable young ISIS lads
really be interested in such boring administrative stuff that includes
very little killing or pillaging?
How can an ISISstan cope with economic
realities when it is mired in Seventh Century thinking?
In conclusion, an ISISstan is doomed to
implosion from the very start. That does not mean it doesn't pose
an existential threat to millions of people, merely that it is unlikely
to become a state.
ISIS can continue only for as long there are
fresh areas to attack, murder, rape, terrorise and plunder for that is all
it knows how to do.
ISIS will stop only when it is stopped and
effectively exterminated as Naziism was exterminated, and this will happen
only through determined military action with boots on the ground. In other
words another Middle East ground war is almost inevitable, if not under
Obama's baleful watch then under his successor's.
Under no scenario, is the future in that
benighted region other than ugly.
Impressionist/comedian Mario Rosenstock takes off Joan
Burton singing Miley Cyrus's infamous "Wrecking Ball", without doubt his
best ever performance. At least it always makes me crack up, and Mario's
certainly better than Miley.
For those unfamiliar with Irish politics, Joan was till recently deputy
to Eamon Gilmore, leader of Ireland's Labour Party, whom she sought to
depose and to whom
“she” dedicates the song.
Since 2011 Labour has been the junior
party in a ruling coalition with Fine Gael. Joan has since succeeded in
getting rid of him and stepping into his shoes as party leader and Tánaiste
(deputy prime minister).
I've decided to return to blogging, but on as-and-when
basis and in chronological order of writing, rather than trying to publish batches of pieces in a kind of
magazine format as I did for over a decade since starting in 2002.
The main reason I have been off the blogosphere for over a
year is Facebook. Facebook is also why I am now returning.
On the one hand, FB is wonderfully easy for accessing interesting news
stories, expressing your thoughts, getting feedback, engaging in
discussion. You can spend hours every day, and indeed I often
have, to the detriment or exclusion of other more worthwhile activity.
So, yes, I have been sucked in by FB, like a junkie after a few heroin
jabs. And to a lesser extent by
Twitter also.
On the other hand, FB is not an appropriate medium for expressing any
kind of deep or detailed analysis, thoughts or ideas. So while I have been
chattering away on FB mindlessly, other mentations have been nibbling
away at my brain saying come on, grow up, get a bit more depth to your witterings, develop your arguments properly.
So I am back. The itch must be scratched once
more, with a mixture of depth, shallowness, prejudice, snarkiness and sometimes even
humour.
But first, let us stand for the Argentine Anthem ...
I had intended to publish this clip to celebrate
Argentina's World Cup victory. But with a parrot like this, no-one needs
to cry for Argentina for only claiming silver.
There are four categories of casualty in Gaza. It is not
clear, due largely to Hamas obfuscation, how many fall into each, but
only two of the groups deserve sympathy.
1 First, there are the Hamas fighters who have
fallen, whom Hamas make every effort to hide or else miraculously
turn into post-mortem civilians. At the same time they threaten local and foreign journalists alike
who might otherwise reveal the truth about such casualties. Such
casualties are
worthy only of contempt.
2 Then there are the children and babies. Without doubt
everyone of those is an innocent victim, whose loss is unequivocally a
terrible human tragedy, whatever the circumstances.
• The other two categories are the non-fighting adults.
A free-ish election in 2006 brought Hamas to power with a plurality of
votes - 440,409 (45%). A year later, Hamas consolidated its grip through
extreme violence against Fatah who had come second with 41%.
• The Gazan population in 2006 was 1.4m of which some 45%
were/are under 16. Thus it is reasonable to assume that half, ie 700,000,
were 18 or over and thus eligible to vote in 2006. This, incidentally,
compares with the 991,000 who actually
“voted” (evidently
many Gazans subscribed to the Sinn Fein mantra -
“Vote early vote
often”).
3 Anyway, as noted some 440,000 Gazans voted for Hamas
(including Hamas fighters of course). In other words these men and women
took positive action to bring the current catastrophe upon their own
heads. They are thus unworthy of much sympathy as victims and constitute
the third category.
4 That leaves in the fourth category: those non-fighting
adults who did not vote for Hamas and so as casualties must be
considered as genuinely innocent civilian victims. Depending on what
electoral or population numbers you want to believe, they number
anything from zero to half a million.
• There is also a kind of fifth category: those
non-existent victims that are included in the casualty numbers Hamas
that release. Bloggers have done some analyses which show the same names
popping up on the same Al Jazeera lists. There are probably a lot of
invented names there as well.
Think of all this when the media slavishly broadcast
Hamas's propaganda casualty figures.
People still trot out the old saw that Saddam never had
any weapons of mass destruction, especially when it came to invasion in
2003, and that WMD were the only reason for that invasion.
But here's the thing Saddam's WMD: they haven't gone
away, y'know. And they never did. And with ISIS now running the
show they'll probably be back in action before too long.
My (somewhat truncated) letter to the Sunday Times on
3rd August 2014:
Jihadists - It's all just a scam; you're being conned
We in the West should declare loud and often that there
are no 72 virgins for shahids or anyone else, it's all a scam.
They won't believe this, of course, at least not at
first. But the idea is simply to sew little seeds of doubt in the minds
of the sex-crazed Jihadists hot for martyrdom and an eternity of carnal
debauchery unavailable at home. Even a tiny such seed could be enough to
deter them at the last minute.
And when one of them hesitates, so surely will another
... then another ... and another ...
I recently stumbled over an online ad for Stena Lines.
How bizarre to expect you to pay good money to join a sinking ship. What
were they thinking? I wrote to them to ask, and now await their
reply.
“The Lemon Tree”, by Sandy
Tol (2006),
is a delightful novel-style history of modern Israel and Palestine told
through the eyes of a thoughtful protagonist from either side, with a
household lemon tree as their unifying theme.
But it's not
entirely honest in its subtle pro-Palestinian bias, and therefore needs
to be read in conjunction with an antidote, such as
This examines events which led to BP's 2010 Macondo blowout in
the Gulf of Mexico.
BP's ambitious CEO John Browne expanded BP through adventurous
acquisitions, aggressive offshore exploration, and relentless
cost-reduction that trumped everything else, even safety and long-term
technical sustainability.
Thus mistakes accumulated, leading to terrifying and deadly accidents in
refineries, pipelines and offshore operations, and business disaster in
Russia.
The Macondo blowout was but an inevitable outcome of a BP culture that
had become poisonous and incompetent.
However the book is gravely compromised by a
litany of over 40 technical and stupid
errors that display the author's ignorance and
carelessness.
It would be better
to wait for the second (properly edited) edition before buying.
As for BP, only a
wholesale rebuilding of a new, professional, ethical culture will
prevent further such tragedies and the eventual destruction of a once
mighty corporation with a long and generally honourable history.
This is
nonagenarian Alistair Urquhart’sincredible story of survival in the Far
East during World War II.
After recounting a
childhood of convention and simple pleasures in working-class Aberdeen,
Mr Urquhart is conscripted within days of Chamberlain declaring war on
Germany in 1939.
From then until the
Japanese are deservedly nuked into surrendering six years later, Mr
Urquhart’s tale is one of first discomfort but then following the fall
of Singapore of ever-increasing, unmitigated horror.
After a wretched
journey Eastward, he finds himself part of Singapore’s big but useless
garrison.
Taken prisoner when Singapore falls in
1941, he is, successively,
part of a death march to Thailand,
a slave labourer on the Siam/Burma
railway (one man died for every sleeper laid),
regularly beaten and tortured,
racked by starvation, gaping ulcers
and disease including cholera,
a slave labourer stevedoring at
Singapore’s docks,
shipped to Japan in a stinking,
closed, airless hold with 900 other sick and dying men,
torpedoed by the Americans and left
drifting alone for five days before being picked up,
a slave-labourer in Nagasaki until
blessed liberation thanks to the Americans’ “Fat Boy” atomic
bomb.
Chronically ill,
distraught and traumatised on return to Aberdeen yet disdained by the
British Army, he slowly reconstructs a life. Only in his late 80s
is he able finally to recount his dreadful experiences in this
unputdownable book.
There are very few
first-person eye-witness accounts of the the horrors of Japanese
brutality during WW2. As such this book is an invaluable historical
document.
+++++
“Culture of Corruption:
Obama and His Team of Tax Cheats, Crooks, and Cronies”
This is a rattling good tale of the web
of corruption within which the American president and his cronies
operate. It's written by blogger Michele Malkin who, because she's both
a woman and half-Asian, is curiously immune to the charges of racism and
sexism this book would provoke if written by a typical Republican WASP.
With 75 page of notes to back up - in
best blogger tradition - every shocking and in most cases money-grubbing
allegation, she excoriates one Obama crony after another, starting with
the incumbent himself and his equally tricky wife.
Joe Biden, Rahm Emmanuel, Valerie Jarett,
Tim Geithner, Lawrence Summers, Steven Rattner, both Clintons, Chris
Dodd: they all star as crooks in this venomous but credible book.
ACORN, Mr Obama's favourite community
organising outfit, is also exposed for the crooked vote-rigging machine
it is.
+++++
This much trumpeted sequel to
Freakonomics is a bit of disappointment.
It is really just
a collation of amusing
little tales about surprising human (and occasionally animal) behaviour
and situations. For example:
Drunk walking kills more people per
kilometer than drunk driving.
People aren't really altruistic -
they always expect a return of some sort for good deeds.
Child seats are a waste of money as
they are no safer for children than adult seatbelts.
Though doctors have known for
centuries they must wash their hands to avoid spreading infection,
they still often fail to do so.
Monkeys can be taught to use washers
as cash to buy tit-bits - and even sex.
The book has no real
message other than don't be surprised how humans sometimes behave and
try to look for simple rather than complex solutions.
And with a final
anecdote (monkeys, cash and sex), the book suddenly just stops dead in
its tracks. Weird.
++++++
A remarkable, coherent attempt by Financial Times economist Alan Beattie
to understand and explain world history through the prism of economics.
It's chapters are
organised around provocative questions such as
Why does asparagus come from Peru?
Why are pandas so useless?
Why are oil and diamonds more trouble
than they are worth?
Why doesn't Africa grow cocaine?
It's central thesis
is that economic development continues to be impeded in different
countries for different historical reasons, even when the original
rationale for those impediments no longer obtains. For instance:
Argentina protects its now largely
foreign landowners (eg George Soros)
Russia its military-owned
businesses, such as counterfeit DVDs
The US its cotton industry
comprising only 1% of GDP and 2% of its workforce
The author writes
in a very chatty, light-hearted matter which makes the book easy to
digest.
However it would
benefit from a few charts to illustrate some of the many quantitative
points put forward, as well as sub-chaptering every few pages to provide
natural break-points for the reader.
+++++
This is a thrilling book of derring-do behind enemy lines in the jungles
of north-east Burma in 1942-44 during the Japanese occupation.
The author was
a member of Britain's V Force, a forerunner of the SAS. Its remit was to
harass Japanese lines of
command, patrol their occupied territory, carryout sabotage and provide
intelligence, with the overall objective of keeping the enemy out of
India.
Irwin
is admirably yet brutally frank, in his
descriptions of deathly battles with the Japs, his execution of a
prisoner, dodging falling bags of rice dropped by the RAF, or collapsing
in floods of tears through accumulated stress, fear and loneliness.
He also provides some fascinating insights into the mentality of
Japanese soldiery and why it failed against the flexibility and devolved
authority of the British.
The book amounts to
a very human and exhilarating tale.
Oh, and Irwin
describes the death in 1943 of his colleague my uncle, Major PF
Brennan.