“Where is the life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have
lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?”
Tob Shebbe Goyim Harog Eli:
Ugh, dry bread; where’s the honey? In the bottle stolen by the bunny. I
can’t eat this, this isn’t funny. Not my fault, we’re out of money.
Whereas in Tel Aviv on a day sunny, cavorting with 9-year-old Russian
Kenny, ponders gluttonous Abe from Albany, “lethal injection I’d be
facing on the gurney, if there were just desserts for larceny, but here I
salivate over counting shekels, watching the goyim fall for our
In a few weeks thousands of people will gather in New York to celebrate the passing of another year. Thousands of confused people, joining together to recognize the passing of 2010. In some way, it is still the end of a century. We wave goodbye to the 20th century and welcome in the 21st. When that sphere touches the pavement, it will signal to us the onset of a new era. We hope its an era where our peoples receive acknowledgement of what we have to do to remain what we are. Time will tell.
Kievsky’s blog had an article mentioning high-fructose corn-syrup, which as far as I can tell, seems to play a central role in modernity, particularly the large rolls of fat which envelop modern persons. They say that if you throw an average American into a large vat full of corn-syrup, that he will free himself by consuming all of it. Anecdotally, this is what happens even if the lid of the vat is low enough to allow escape.
People’s body shapes tend to change with the times. In the old days of classic 50s civilization, men had little pouches of fat on their stomaches. Perhaps these men were 10 pounds overweight or 20 pounds on average. The pouch was small enough to contain a 1 L jar of marbles. The pouch began to extend through the 70s until 1985, becoming too prominent to be sucked in anymore. The pouch had now become a proper belly, and signified about 30 pounds of excess weight. Going into the 90s the belly began to extend into other body-areas, subsuming what were previously separate structures. It used to be easy to tell, for example, where someone’s belly ended and their legs began. There was also a clear line of demarcation between ‘belly’ and ‘chest’.
But as the 90s rolled on, it became more and more difficult to tell what was legs and what was belly. Because at a certain point the belly starts hanging and overtakes the groin area, and in persons who are 50 pounds overweight, the belly, groin and upper legs fuse into a one big flabby region that is no longer clearly demarcated. The belly was on the move, and not only downwards. Its roundness began to take over what had previously been ‘chest’, to the point where it became difficult to tell where people’s abdomen’s would be. The ‘chest’ began to take on some of the bulk that was creeping up from beneath.
A Lithuanian company plans to set up a holiday island in the Maldives run entirely by blondes - the latest project in a growing blonde movement in the Baltics. But how legitimate is this latest sign of Baltic blonde ambition?
What do you call a blonde who runs a business? A dab hand at marketing, if she comes from Lithuania.
Blondes in the Baltics have had enough of the jokes about being dumb. Now they want to show they are smarter than the gags make out, with a growing blonde business empire.
But they succeeded only in making me more “prejudiced” than ever.
Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Embrace The Ocean’s New Diversity’
by The Narrator
The symbolism in the gulf oil deluge is profound. Greedy corporations willing to do anything to increase their profit margins unleash a natural substance into another natural substance, causing a catastrophe of near Armageddon-like proportions.
The similarity to immigration (both legal and illegal) is obvious. The sad irony is that everyone acknowledges that the corporations which run this world, care little for it. And that they will do or say anything to turn a profit.
Take this piece by the New York Times very own black columnist:
....how is it possible for anyone with any reasonable awareness of the nonstop carnage that has accompanied the entire history of giant corporations to believe that the oil companies, which are among the most rapacious players on the planet, somehow “had their act together” with
regard to worst-case scenarios.
These are not Little Lord Fauntleroys who can be trusted to abide by some fanciful honor system. These are greedy merchant armies drilling blindly at depths a mile and more beneath the seas while at the same time doing all they can to stifle the government oversight that is necessary to protect
human lives and preserve the integrity of the environment.
President Obama knows that. He knows — or should know — that the biggest, most powerful companies do not have the best interests of the American people in mind when they are closing in on the kinds of profits that ancient kingdoms could only envy. BP’s profits are counted in the billions annually. They are like stacks and stacks of gold glittering beneath a brilliant sun. You don’t want to know what people will do for that kind of money.
New immigrants who art in Africa,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done
In Manchester as it is in Monrovia.
Give us this day our anchor baby,
and forgive us not for slavery, nor the holocaust,
as we forgive thee who trample us.
Lead us not towards one iota of resistance.
Nay, deliver us from all kinship ties.
For thine is our kingdom,
and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever.
If Majority Rights can be said to have a defining characteristic, then that would have to be the earnestness of its contributors and commentariat. That observation is not intended in a pejorative sense, indeed many blogs with a political orientation share that characteristic. What is somewhat perplexing though is the extent to which (over-)earnestness prevails, given the nationality of its proprietor and a goodly proportion of its readership.
This particular exegesis has been prompted by an exchange in a currently-running marathon thread in which the topic of British humour was briefly introduced. This involved two estimable contributors, neither of whom are English, as far as I aware, who raised cogent points about its psychological interpretation. So, rather than creating an unnecessary diversion I have attempted to provide some minor insight into that question here, and perhaps stimulate some lively debate in the process.
British humour or, more precisely, its English strain, is a peculiar beast, often mystifying to continentals and colonials alike. For the latter, exposure to the genre has consisted in the main of an unleavened diet of Benny Hill and Monty Python, both of which were correctly viewed as being untranslatable yet superficially accessible exemplars of broad slapstick and high pantomime, respectively. Most other offerings along the wide spectrum of English comedy, from the likes of ‘Til Death Us Do Part’ to ‘The Office’, when not confined to cultural ghettos such as PBS and BBC America, have had to be ‘localized’ to render them palatable to a mainstream audience. Some (much?) English humour is neither translatable nor transportable, especially that which is really critical social commentary or touches on awkward sensibilities.
An example of the latter can be seen in the following clip from the hugely popular ‘Spitting Image’ series. Many will be familiar with a similar parody from Monty Python in which Mr. Hilter together with chums Reggie Goering and Heinrich Bimmler are discovered in a Cornish boarding-house planning for a surreptitious invasion of the resort-town of Minehead. But the encounter here between Frau-Führerchen Thatcher and Herr von Wilcox is much darker in tone and typical of the Spitting Image oeuvre, being by design overtly political, borderline libelous and often, as here, merciless to sacred cows. To my knowledge Spitting Image has never found an audience in the US and is still unavailable on home video there.
DUBAI (AFP) – An Arab ambassador called off his wedding after discovering his wife-to-be, who had worn a face-covering veil whenever they met, was bearded and cross-eyed, the Gulf News reported Wednesday.
The envoy had only met the woman a few times, during which she had hidden her face behind a niqab, or facecovering veil, the paper said.
After the marriage contract was signed, the ambassador attempted to kiss his bride-to-be, upon which he discovered she had facial hair and was cross-eyed, it said.
The ambassador told an Islamic Sharia court in the United Arab Emirates that he was tricked into the marriage as the woman’s mother had shown his own mother pictures of her sister instead of her, the report said.
He sued for the contract to be annulled and also demanded the woman pay him 500,000 dirhams ($136,000) for clothes, jewelry, and other gifts he had bought for her.
The court annulled the contract but rejected the ambassador’s demand for compensation.
The Turks are conquering Germany exactly as the Kosovars conquered Kosovo: through a higher birth rate. I would like it, if it were Eastern European Jews with a 15% higher IQ than the native Germans.—Thilo Sarrazin, SPD politician and board member of the German Central Bank, from an interview in current issue of Lettre International
I have the impression that with his ideas, Sarrazin is paying his respects to Göring, Goebbels, and Hitler.—Stephan Kramer, General Secretary of the Council of German Jews
Surely, Herr Kramer has also spotted the subtle variation on the Kühnen-Gruß:
“Gender stereotyping in advertising straitjackets women, men, girls and boys by restricting individuals to predetermined and artificial roles that are often degrading, humiliating and dumbed down for both sexes.”
“Gender stereotyping in advertising is one of several factors that have a big influence in efforts to make society more gender equal. When women and men are portrayed in a stereotypical way the consequence may be that it becomes difficult in other contexts to see women and men’s resources and abilities.”
And this ...
is Eva Herzigová pictured out of her straitjacket. Miss Herzigová‘s “resources and abilities” include making such observations as:-
“History is the key to everything: politics, religion, even fashion.”
So be honest now. Which of these statements would you prefer to discuss? With the speaker in person, of course.
Miracle on Merseyside - Liverpool remakes the nativity
The Virgin Mary comes from Knotty Ash, one of the angels used to be in Brookside, and Herod is a woman.
This version of the Christmas story, to be played out on the streets in the centre of Liverpool and broadcast live on BBC3 tomorrow night, has a cast of 300, including the Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra, a technical crew of 150 and is produced by the BBC team responsible for last year’s Manchester Passion.
... After discussions with the Bishop of Liverpool, the Rt Rev James Jones, the script’s writer Mark Davies Markham has modernised the traditional story. Mary, lacking both the traditional blue robe and halo, wipes tables in a Seaforth cafe. Joseph is an asylum seeker commanded to go to Liverpool to renew his visa. Herod is a woman and the shepherds are both homeless and sheepless. But there will still be a star and three magi for the show.
“The traditional story is so familiar that it can just wash over you,” said Markham. “I wanted it still to be familiar but to help people look at it in a different way. If they see it in terms of hope for humanity, that would be good.”
... Mary (Jodie McNee), a virgin who has been saving herself for when the time is right, is a bit surprised but tells Joseph (Kenny Thompson) “it’s the Lord’s baby, it’s sent by the Holy Spirit”. Joseph is unimpressed and angry.
“You’re just having a bit of a domestic,” explains director Noreen Kershaw as Joseph launches into There She Goes by The La’s.
Joseph heads across the river to the passport office. Mary follows on to the ferry and they sing Comedy from The Shack’s 1999 album HMS Fable. When Jesus is born, they duet on Beautiful Boy, written originally for the son of John Lennon rather than the Son of God.
“It’s a brilliant story to tell,” said McNee, whose previous Christmas performances include a role as a turkey in a school play. “It’s about community and loving generosity and about accepting people.”
Soon after the publication of the Inquiry report into the death of Stephen Lawrence, the Monitoring Group began to receive an almost daily torrent of calls from black and ethnic minority people living in rural areas. The experience of the callers was similar. They had been subject to racist abuse on a daily basis, sometimes for many years, and despite reporting their suffering they had received no support from anyone. It was almost as if the needs of the BME population in these rural had been abandoned.
... The Rural Racism Project, based in Plymouth, aims to pioneer a range of specialist services to meet the needs of those living in predominately rural areas who are distressed or are suffering because they have been victims of racial violence, abuse, or harassment within their local community. The project will be used to provide and deliver a unique, innovative and radical region-wide programme of ‘racist incident victim support services’ for individuals, families and isolated community groups situated within the geographical counties of Cornwall, Devon, Dorset and Somerset, including those districts administered by single unitary authorities.
The Project is based in Plymouth and covers the areas of Cornwall, Devon, Somerset and Dorset.
A chain of fashion stores has been accused of racism over a window display of black mannequins hanging from the ceiling. Branches of All Saints are featuring headless dummies, with chains attached to the neck, dangling with their feet a few inches off the floor.
Police arrived at one branch, in Exeter, to investigate claims that the display was offensive and the Rural Racism Project says it has been “inundated” with complaints calling for it to be removed.
Spokesman John McKenzie said: “These disturbing displays are reminiscent of the Ku Klux Klan and the lynching of black people in America. The chains used to hang the mannequins also bring to mind slavery and some of the complainants have commented on this. The overall effect is extremely ominous.
“It is unacceptable and we have received many calls from both black and white people who find it offensive. But the retailer’s attitude has been that the stores are all making a profit, therefore it cannot be offending too many people.”
A spokesman for All Saints confirmed that the display was used at 28 of its 29 stores nationwide.
She added: “The models are not black – they are grey.
Well, quite. Or as John Cleese once said, “This is an ex-parrot .”
Some silly conservatives talk about there once having been a Golden Age of morals. This is nonsense of course, as any Phd in dialectical sociology or contemporary feminist thought knows. Such absolute nonsense in fact that, just to prove what nonsense it is, I’ve decided to look for examples of that ol’ time morality today.
Looking down the Ten Commandments, I discarded the first four as being to do with God, or G-d, or Shiva, or non-culturally specific, non-judgemental deity of your choice. Then we had number five: honour thy father and thy mother. So, I went to google, typed in father and the name of the first pop artist that lept to mind, to discover some modern parable of reverence for the past generations.
Under the circumstances, then, I thought it best not to text you with this question: Which one of your brilliant minions dreamt up this garbage? For God’s sake, Liam:-
Labour will get tough on illegal immigrants - by sending them text messages begging them to go home.
Under desperate plans to clear a backlog of 600,000 cases, their driving licences could also be cancelled.
This was just giving Davis an open goal - which, needless to say, he did not miss:-
Shadow Home Secretary David Davis said: “This is a serious admission of defeat. John Reid is effectively giving up on trying to deport the hundreds of thousands of illegal immigrants in this country, preferring instead to spam them with text messages.
“As for removing driving licences, does he really believe that a person who is prepared to live in a country illegally is that concerned about having the correct qualifications to drive in that country?
“Yet again we see another pathetic attempt to grab a headline rather than address a problem.
“Instead of spin and bluster from ministers, the public deserve effective action.”
Condoms designed to meet international size specifications are too big for many Indian men as their penises fall short of what manufacturers had anticipated, an Indian study has found.
The Indian Council of Medical Research, a leading state-run center, said its initial findings from a two-year study showed 60 percent of men in the financial capital Mumbai had penises about 2.4 cm (one inch) shorter than those condoms catered for.
For a further 30 percent, the difference was at least 5 cm (two inches).
So how does the James Bond of Bangladesh cut such a deadly swathe through blonde California? Obviously not by stealing the delicious if brunette Lana Wood’s line from Diamonds Are Forever: “Hi, I’m Plenty ... Plenty O’Toole”.
But enough of that. This is a serious blog. So, erm ... would Phil Rushton agree that Nature’s dispensation of wedding tackle in downtown Mumbai runs counter to r-K?
Michael Richards exploded in anger as he performed at a famous L.A. comedy club last Friday, hurling racial epithets that left the crowd gasping, and TMZ has obtained exclusive video of the ugly incident.
Richards, who played the wacky Cosmo Kramer on the hit TV show “Seinfeld,” appeared onstage at the Laugh Factory in West Hollywood. Kyle Doss, an African-American, told TMZ he and some friends were in the cheap seats and he was playfully heckling Richards when suddenly, the comedian lost it.
The camera started rolling just as Richards began his attack, screaming at one of the men, “Fifty years ago we’d have you upside down with a f***ing fork up your ass.”
Richards continued, “You can talk, you can talk, you’re brave now motherf**ker. Throw his ass out. He’s a nigger! He’s a nigger! He’s a nigger! A nigger, look, there’s a nigger!”
The crowd is visibly and audibly confused and upset. Richards responds by saying, “They’re going to arrest me for calling a black man a nigger.”
I haven’t seen the video yet. I’ll update this post as I get new info. (I’ve yet to confirm rumors that Richards was responding to being called a cracker, or that he told the negros “that’s what happens when you interrupt a white man”)
(A bit of satire on the blacks and whites share 99.9% of their DNA theme):
Stop anti-onion prejudice
1 April 2010
By Millie T. Ant
Despite its commitment to the “War on Terror” and its entirely risible promise to fight discrimination and prejudice at home, the Rice Administration still refuses to extend the slightest protection to one very oppressed and even terrorised group in the USA itself. Horrifying as it may sound, onions continue to be ruthlessly oppressed in the so-called Land of the Free in ways far more cruel than anything dreamt up by the slave masters of earlier centuries.
As B. Arking, professor of Victimology at Harvard and an expert on animal-vegetable relations, points out “it really is impossible to imagine, for the typical, comfortably middle class white, what it is like being an onion in the modern West. I, however, have some statistics here, and moreover am not white but part Cherokee, and so can have a go.”
He goes on to quote a quite terrifying litany of depressing social statistics. The average onion income per annum is just $0, or 0% of the average income for the USA as a whole. Moreover, 0% of executive and professional jobs are filled by onions. Even skilled work is out of the reach of most onions, with 0% of such jobs being filled by them. Where do they find work? I wonder aloud to the professor and immediately wish I hadn’t. His answer destroys what little belief in ‘western’ ‘civilization’ I once possessed. It turns out that the lot of the average onion is to be mass-grown and then eaten.
Thanks to Michael R for this link. The Dutch government has decided to screen a film to all new Moslem wannabee citizens. It challenges their Middle Eastern sensibilities with two homosexuals kissing in a park and a topless woman emerging from the sea and walking onto a crowded beach. Those who can’t adjust don’t make the cut.
This is a big improvement on the old open door policy. However, I can exclusively reveal that the authorities have also been trialling the earliest and most stringent possible examination of Muslim flexibility on arrival at main international airports, and here is a leaked transcript of the proceedings. With apologies to the good people of Holland.
OK guys, my name’s Piet and I am your Tolerance Counsellor for today. During the next couple of hours I’m going to talk to you about what it means to live here in Holland.
First, for my own safety can I ask you all to place your ceremonial daggers in the bin provided by the door? Thank you very much.
What was that you said, sir? Yes sure, body harnesses go in the bin, too.
And your goat, please.
OK, welcome to Amsterdam Schiphol. I hope you had a nice flight and it wasn’t too cold for those of you who travelled in the baggage compartment. And to the others, what can I say? Six and a half hours is a long time to hold your breath. So, a big well done to everybody who stowed in a wheel housing.