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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 not 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 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 publically
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.
Paddy Manning
Solution to the conundrum of catering for transgender people and all peope
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 tghe 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 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
Barbara 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?
“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.