Saturday, May 12, 2012


Madness with Michael Caine, from the 1984 album Keep Moving.

The video is based on the 1965 movie The IPCRESS File, starring a.o. Michael Caine, whose real name is Maurice Joseph Micklewhite. Caine's got his head screwed on right - more or less.

Roxy Music with Jealous Guy.

It occurs to me both Caine and Ferry embody sumpin quintessentially British but I can't name it. I'm too blunt a character.

Goede nacht. [<------ Dutch/Flemish for Good night. You pronounce the 'oe' as, well, basically as the 'oo' in Good night.]


Friday, May 11, 2012


Steyn's take on the Elizabeth Warren case is so hilarious and at the same time so spot-on that you just GOT to read it, if you haven't already. From The Orange County Register, May 4, 2012:

"Have you dated a composite woman? They're America's hottest new demographic. As with all the really cool stuff, Barack Obama was doing it years before the rest of us. In "Dreams from My Father," the world's all-time most-unread bestseller, he spills the inside dope on his composite white girlfriend: "When we got back to the car she started crying. She couldn't be black, she said. She would if she could, but she couldn't. She could only be herself, and wasn't that enough..."

But being yourself is never going to be enough in the new composite America. Last week, in an election campaign ad, Barack revealed his latest composite girlfriend – "Julia." She's worse than the old New York girlfriend. She can't even be herself. In fact, she can't be anything without massive assistance from Barack every step of the way, from his "Head Start" program at age 3 through to his Social Security benefits at the age of 67. Everything good in her life she owes to him. When she writes her memoir, it will be thanks to a subvention from the Federal Publishing Assistance Program for Chronically Dependent Women but you'll love it: Sweet Dreams From My Sugar Daddy. She's what the lawyers would call "non composite mentis." She's not competent to do a single thing for herself – and, from Barack's point of view, that's exactly what he's looking for in a woman, if only for a one-night stand on a Tuesday in early November.

Then there's "Elizabeth," a 62-year-old Democratic Senate candidate from Massachusetts. Like Barack's white girlfriend, she couldn't be black. She would if she could, but she couldn't. But she could be a composite – a white woman and an Indian woman, all mixed up in one! Not Indian in the sense of Ashton Kutcher putting on brownface makeup and a fake-Indian accent in his amusing new commercial for the hip lo-fat snack Popchips. But Indian in the sense of checking the "Are you Native American?" box on the Association of American Law Schools form, which Elizabeth Warren did for much of her adult life. According to her, she's part Cherokee and part Delaware. Not in the Joe Biden sense, I hasten to add, but Delaware in the sense of the Indian tribe named in honor of the home state of Big F—kin' Chief Dances With Plugs.

How does she know she's a Cherokee maiden? Well, she cites her grandfather's "high cheekbones," and says the Indian stuff is part of her family "lore." Which was evidently good enough for Harvard Lore School when they were looking to rack up a few affirmative-action credits. The former Obama Special Advisor to the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau and former Chairperson of the Congressional Oversight Panel now says that "I listed myself in the directory in the hopes that it might mean that I would be invited to a luncheon, a group, something that might happen with people who are like I am," and certainly not for personal career advancement or anything like that. Like everyone else, she was shocked, shocked to discover that, as The Boston Herald reported, "Harvard Law School officials listed Warren as Native American in the '90s, when the school was under fierce fire for their faculty's lack of diversity." So did the University of Texas, and the University of Pennsylvania. With the impertinent jackanapes of the press querying the bona fides of Harvard Lore School's first Native American female professor, the Warren campaign got to work and eventually turned up a great-great-great-grandmother designated as Cherokee in the online transcription of a marriage application of 1894.


Hallelujah! In the old racist America, we had quadroons and octoroons. But in the new post-racial America, we have – hang on, let me get out my calculator – duoettrigintaroons! Martin Luther King dreamed of a day when men would be judged not on the color of their skin but on the content of their great-great-great-grandmother's wedding license application. And now it's here! You can read all about it in Elizabeth Warren's memoir of her struggles to come to terms with her racial identity, Dreams From My Great-Great-Great-Grandmother.

Alas, the actual original marriage license does not list Great-Great-Great-Gran'ma as Cherokee, but let's cut Elizabeth Fauxcahontas Crockagawea Warren some slack here. She couldn't be black. She would if she could, but she couldn't. But she could be 1/32nd Cherokee, and maybe get invited to a luncheon with others of her kind – "people who are like I am," 31/32nds white – and they can all sit around celebrating their diversity together. She is a testament to America's melting pot, composite pot, composting pot, whatever.


Just in case you're having difficulty keeping up with all these Composite-Americans, George Zimmerman, the son of a Peruvian mestiza, is the embodiment of endemic white racism and the reincarnation of Bull Connor, but Elizabeth Warren, the great-great-great-granddaughter of someone who might possibly have been listed as Cherokee on an application for a marriage license, is a heartwarming testimony to how minorities are shattering the glass ceiling in Harvard Yard. George Zimmerman, redneck; Elizabeth Warren, redskin. Under the Third Reich's Nuremberg Laws, Ms. Warren would have been classified as Aryan and Mr. Zimmerman as non-Aryan. Now it's the other way round. Progress!


Coincidentally, the Equal Employment Opportunities Commission last week issued an "Enforcement Guidance" limiting the rights of employers to take into account the criminal convictions and arrest records of job applicants because of the "disparate impact" the consideration of such matters might have on minorities. That's great news, isn't it? So Harvard Law School can't ask Elizabeth Warren if she's ever held up a liquor store because, if they did, the faculty might be even less Cherokee than it is.

My colleague Jonah Goldberg wrote the other day about Chris Mooney, author of "The Republican Brain," and other scientific chaps who argue that conservatives suffer from a genetic cognitive impairment that causes us to favor small government. In other words, we're born stupid. So, thanks to gene sequencing, we now know why conservatives aren't as smart as, say, Pete Stark, the nigh-on-half-a-century Democrat congressman who believes that Solyndra, which is based in his district, is an automobile manufacturer: "I wish I had a big enough expense allowance to get one of those new 'S's' that Solyndra's going to make down there, the electric car," he told The San Francisco Chronicle this week. "My 10-year-old is after me. He no longer wants a Porsche. He wants Dad to have an 'S' sedan." Pete sounds so out of it, you have to wonder if maybe he's 1/32nd Republican on his great-great-great-grandmother's side. But, if conservatives are simply born that way, shouldn't they be covered by the Americans with Disabilities Act and the Equal Employment Opportunities Commission?

Aw, don't waste your time. Elizabeth Warren will be ahead of you checking the "right-wing madman" box on the grounds that she gets her high cheekbones and minimal facial hair from Genghis Khan. And "Julia" will be saying she was born conservative but thanks to Obama's new Headcase Start program was able to get ideological reassignment surgery. And Barack's imaginary girlfriend will be telling him that she'd be left if she could, but she's right so she can't, but she'd love to be left. So he left her.

Good thing the smart guys are running the joint.


Leftards... you love to hate 'em.


Thursday, May 10, 2012


Be sure to watch Part 6 of The Muslim Brotherhood in America.

And yes, for some time now Grover Norquist has been on my radar. Or is it Grover Norquisling? At CPAC 2011 this dubious personage had the nerve to state that "... Islam “is completely consistent with the U.S. Constitution and a free and open society...”.

Then Part 7 of The Muslim Brotherhood in America:

I cannot really say, 'Enjoy'.


Tuesday, May 08, 2012


Back in 2004, I predicted a rightwing shift in Europe. By and large, I was proven right, a few exceptions like Zapatero's victory in Spain notwithstanding. I also stated that that shift was not so much a move to the right, as a move away from the left, since the politically correct pensée is so hopelessly ingrained in the western mind, courtesy our leftist media and education system, that what passes for a European Right is actually almost Left Lite, like e.g. Cameron's 'conservatives' in the UK, or the Reinfeldt variety of center right in Sweden. And what could really be labeled 'Right', like Belgium's Vlaams Belang, is mercilessly quarantined politically.

Whatever rightwing tide there has been, has that stopped now, with Hollande's victory in the French elections?

I am cautiously weighing my words when I say, 'no'. Or rather, 'not yet'.

A couple of years ago, I read the Stephen King short story 'The road virus heads north', in which an author, travelling north from Boston, Massachusetts to Derry, Maine, buys a curious painting of a sinister looking young man seated in a cabrio, driving somewhere. As the author, a Richard Kinnell, continues north, he perceives a change in the painting and, unsettled, discards it. It does not do him good, because he finds that as he moves closer and closer to Maine, the painting is preceding him, sometimes hanging already against a wall in a rest stop... and with details in its background making it clear that the ghastly driver's real time alter ego is actually closing in on him.

The socialist victory in France is a bit like that road virus. It's heading north. It's been going on for some time, since we already mentioned Zapatero's eight year reign in Spain, during which he single-handedly obliterated the work of that marvellous rightwing gentleman Jose Maria Aznar, who had succeeded in bringing Spain's unemployment rate back to 10%.

Spain, which only months ago found out that socialist medicine tastes bitter, now has an unemployment rate of 25%.

I guess I don't need to elaborate on the wonders socialism wrought in Greece.

And now it's France's turn. The road virus is heading north.

François Hollande is quantité négligable. He's an asshole and a dwarf and a cretin. He also has power. He has power to implement e.g. his ludicrous and written-in-the-stars-destined-to-be-counterproductive measure of taxing les riches 75%. You read that right. Seventy-five per cent.

France, already very much a statist economy, is now embarking not on a Tour de France, but on a Tour of Doom, since in their glorious wisdom the frogs have decided to couple hard core socialism with islam. Indeed, muslims constitute already 10% of the French population and they are procreating like rats on steroids. It should be noted that a staggering 93 % of French muslims voted for Hollande, which was one way to show their disgust of Sarkozy, who, treacherous and ineffectual as he may have been, nevertheless introduced a burqa ban.

The upcoming combination of socialism and islam is the most potent economy-killer on earth. Sit back and enjoy the spectacle of France going down in flames for the upcoming five years. And here is the take of one of perhaps four or five Frenchman who have their head screwed on right. Ladies and Gentlemen, The Dissident Frogman:

"...Unlike Corneille’s El Cid, my dilemma wasn’t between banging my girlfriend or wasting her father (I bet you can tell that was written by a Frenchman, now) but rather between voting for someone who deserved to lose, and not doing my humble part to minimize the score of someone who did not deserve to win.

On one hand, Hollande’s election pitch (the candidate’s Profession de Foi, or “profession of faith” as it is called even, ironically, by those Frenchmen who claim that God is dead) reads like he and the Socialists have been living on another planet for the last 20 years. I mean, I knew the French Left was in a semi-fossilized state since the early 1970’s (the French Communist Party was, after all, the last Stalinist party in Western Europe, long after the others ‘reformed’ themselves) but I never knew the Socialists were so economically, socially, culturally and politically retarded in this glorious year of 2012.

Candidate Porcinet’s profession of faith reads like the Ten Commandments of last century’s People Prophets: punish those who succeed (until they move to Britain or Switzerland), plunder big businesses (in case they’d still harbor any intention to go for big employment), force or flatter and in last resort coerce and submit as much as possible to a State whose expansion you will feed through taxing everything that moves (and keeps moving, dixit le Gipper), while spending more than you have and borrowing whatever you can’t steal.

Looking at the French Left these days, you can almost feel a North Korean-lite level of insanity at work: no matter that the money is running out, that the standards of living are falling steadily and will continue to do so, these guys want to carry on, nay, extend the very policies and practices that brought us in this sorry state of affairs in the first place.


The horrible truth about the party that is now at the helm in France is that they are, and I weight my words carefully, completely mental (though in truth, the previous one was only ever so slightly less bonkers), while the added horror stems from the fact that they’ve just been chosen by a slight majority of the voters.

Hollande did not deserve to win—unless you belong to the kind of people who, when asked “Who should we put in charge of the clattering train?” would answer “Why, Death, of course. Who else?” (for the record, that’s 51.63 % of the French electorate)

On the other hand, Nicolas “Tricky Nick” Sarkozy did deserve to lose. Back in 2007, he fooled the better half of the voters by campaigning on a free(ish)-market / small(ish) government platform, before making a u-turn (okay, maybe just 170°) as soon as he was elected, aggravating both his friends on the Right and his enemies on the Left—who hate him for being at times (though admittedly not all the time) more effectively, and in some tragic way more efficiently, Left-wing than themselves. Cue his disgusting pandering to the Ecologists and hard left unions at the ‘Grenelles de l’Environment’, including but not limited to, his warm introduction of Al Gore as “President Al Gore”.

And so there was no doubt in my mind that he couldn’t win—that much has been crystal clear to me for quite some time (I mean, look, I last predicted the sacking of Sarko in September 2010, and everybody acts as if yesterday’s results are the big shocking results? What the hell are these people reading? Le Fluffingtown Host?1)

On the third hand (that’s the one the big French state was slipping in my pocket while I was foolishly debating the other two) there is one thing with which I can blindly entrust my fellow Frenchmen: they always have, and always will make the worst possible choices at the worst possible times—and this time again, they did.

So my ‘solution’ out of this dilemma? Well, knowing that Sarkozy couldn’t win, even with my vote, I felt desperate enough at the prospect of a Socialist plebiscite that I would give him my vote, thus clinging to the bittersweet consolation of knowing that in the end, I did my part to minimize Hollande’s victory margin—no matter how useless this might have been..."

France is dead. Vive la France.


Monday, May 07, 2012


I owe my readers - those ones of good will, anyway - an apology.

My earlier assertion that a gay 32-year old Belgian of Moroccan descent had been murdered by muslims, making it the first registered homophobic murder as such in our country, is WRONG, as reader Peter Fleming suggested.

The perpetrators were mostly white trash. Have been arrested: Eric P., Jeremy W., Jonathan L. and Mutlu K. With the exception of the latter, all very plausible names for white Belgian males. The foursome, under the influence of alcohol and drugs, tried after a party to get a young woman to enter their car. She refused. For some reason they also asked Ihsane Jarfi, who accepted. Some time after, he was molested and gravely wounded, and presumably left for dead in a field in Nandrin-Modave.

As facts, facts and nothing but the facts are extremely important to me, I feel I let emotion trump reason in prematurely seeking the murderers among the muslim community.

I will therefore apologize to the readership for falsely presenting a suspicion as a fact.

I will however NOT apologize to muslims, because in my opinion they do not deserve so. They would deserve an apology if the ummah were a respectable part of humanity. That it is not, at least not in my opinion. Whether it be for imposing horrible rules for non-muslims, females, gays in the 55 or so countries where they rule, and the many others where they form a significant part of the population, or for inflicting havoc in Darfur or south Sudan, or for killing thousands of Thai in south Thailand, or for generally being a pain in the *ss from Birmingham over Brussels to Berlin and beyond, or for voting en masse for a neocommunist in the French presidential elections - because that is what they did - muslims constitute the greatest and most powerful retrograde force in the world, and they shouldn't get away with it.

In the meantime....

.... am I the only one to notice the ABSOLUTE and EARDEAFENING SILENCE from muslims in Belgium with regards to the murder of one of their own???

That's right, you don't hear a peep from them. Had the victim been a heterosexual muslim, or at least one perceived as such, and/or had he even been a murderer himself, or a thief, or an arsonist...

... then you can be quite sure that cars would have burned, shops vandalized, people harassed, buses pelted with stones, amongst others. Not now, however. Infidels murdered an openly gay muslim, and for once they have done...

... something which is entirely acceptable for the ummah.

As for Ihsane Jarfi... I feel very sorry for him, I really do.