This Is Really Disturbing.

[Diuretic]

Clearly, you Proddie pricks haven't let up on the Muslims, or any other member of the Untermensch "Mud People” that you feel s-o-o superior to, since your universally despised religious ancestors, who were run out of Urup on a rail because of their insufferably smug superiority, slimed ashore in Massachusetts and began holocausting the Injun inhabitants - "In G-e-e-ezus" Holy Name."

Personally I hope some "heathens", be it the Hindus, the Muslims, the Jews, or the atheistic “Chicoms,” round you all up and make soap and/or lampshades out of the lot of you.

No one with a modicum of common sense could deny your immediate demise wouldn’t be a Satansend for the entire non-American planet!

There ya go, Sister Cellulite and your Fox-fed Friends, you can finally neg rep me into negative numbers for some defendable reason!

Fact is, I view my unpopularity on such a neo-con dominated board as this as a testimonial to my integrity!

Been here long? You should have seen it before the Reformation. Positively dripping with neocon slime. It's pretty reasonable now and in my never humble opinion (cos I'm a fucking bighead) it's also more interesting. The screaming rants from the chickenhawks used to convince me I was arguing with half the law students from Regent University. They were piss weak by the way, wouldn't recognise a fact if it bit them on the dick but it grew tiresome. I tried being reasonble. I tried being polite. Then I thought, fuck that, it's not working. The old board made me this way and it's obviously getting to at least one person here. I must say.........tough

 

[Chips Rafferty]

Been here long? You should have seen it before the Reformation. Positively dripping with neocon slime. It's pretty reasonable now and in my never humble opinion (cos I'm a fucking bighead) it's also more interesting. The screaming rants from the chickenhawks used to convince me I was arguing with half the law students from Regent University. They were piss weak by the way, wouldn't recognise a fact if it bit them on the dick but it grew tiresome. I tried being reasonble. I tried being polite. Then I thought, fuck that, it's not working. The old board made me this way and it's obviously getting to at least one person here. I must say.........tough

Gee, I wonder who?

Obviously, half the half-witted fascist wannabes around here weren't alive in the Fundie ridden fifties like me.

If they were, they would do anything in their power not to go back to that wowsing Presbyterian run Pleasantville.

Where comedy shows on the "wireless" were prohibited before 1 PM on Melbourne Sunday afternoons, lest they kept the fear-stricken Sheeple out of their fucking caterwauling Churches praying for the fall of Masta's arch enemy, atheistic Communism.


Most of these Christo-Amerilemmings, who have never looked an truly angry man in the face, and what is more, don't ever intend to if they can help it, shit me to tears with their incessant war-like cries to kill this or that enemy of their genocidal "Guard."

Consequently I wish everything for them that they wish on their self-made enemies.

 

[actsnoblemartin]

what i dont understand is, why do some people go around saying, free free speech, as if you can say anything regardless of the consequences. Yelling fire in a crowded theater has changed over the last 10, 20, even 100 years. And i dont understand why we cant have some common sense protections for people simply disagreeing and those calling for genocide.

Is there no common sense left?

Deport haters. Period.

 

[Diuretic]

Gee, I wonder who?

Obviously, half the half-witted fascist wannabes around here weren't alive in the Fundie ridden fifties like me.

If they were, they would do anything in their power not to go back to that wowsing Presbyterian run Pleasantville.

Where comedy shows on the "wireless" were prohibited before 1 PM on Melbourne Sunday afternoons, lest they kept the fear-stricken Sheeple out of their fucking caterwauling Churches praying for the fall of Masta's arch enemy, atheistic Communism.


Most of these Christo-Amerilemmings, who have never looked an truly angry man in the face, and what is more, don't ever intend to if they can help it, shit me to tears with their incessant war-like cries to kill this or that enemy of their genocidal "Guard."

Consequently I wish everything for them that they wish on their self-made enemies.

I yearn for the return of the six-o'clock swill when a real man could go home to the mrs and kids and belt the living daylights out of them and the cops would just tut-tut and warn her not to provoke him when he's been drinking and she had to submit to sex with him whenever he wanted and he wouldn't get locked up for raping his wife like can do nowadays and life hasn't been the same in this country since the saintly Daniel Mannix was recalled by the boss and ... damnit I just burst into tears when I remember Bob Santamaria's passing, but thank the heavens we've at least got Pauline.

 

[Diuretic]

what i dont understand is, why do some people go around saying, free free speech, as if you can say anything regardless of the consequences. Yelling fire in a crowded theater has changed over the last 10, 20, even 100 years. And i dont understand why we cant have some common sense protections for people simply disagreeing and those calling for genocide.

Is there no common sense left?

Deport haters. Period.

Apparently most of them were British-born and can't be deported. Nor should they be. I need to check if any were convicted of incitement though.

 

[actsnoblemartin]

I thought incitement was a crime though?

 

[Diuretic]

I thought incitement was a crime though?

It's a crime under certain circumstances. In English law (at common law) it was used sparingly because it's one of the so-called "inchoate" (incomplete) crimes, like attempts, conspiracy and the like. In the pantheon of inchoate crimes incitement is right out there on the pale end of the spectrum. Where someone leaps up and down and acts like a demented goose and holds up signs seemingly inciting others and nothing really happens as a result of such action it's likely the courts will refuse to convict, a judge is likely to suggest to a jury that the prosecution hasn't produced evidence of any crime being committed. There has to be a close connection between the incitor and the incited or incitee. In a case I'm familiar with a man was convicted of incitement to murder for continually trying to get his friend to murder his (the incitor's) wife for him. The incitor kept nagging the bloke so much that he (the bloke) got sick of it and went to the police just to shut him up

 

[actsnoblemartin]

But, those blokes who put up those signs, arent u worried, they will be the ones blowen up things?

 

[Chips Rafferty]

I yearn for the return of the six-o'clock swill when a real man could go home to the mrs and kids and belt the living daylights out of them and the cops would just tut-tut and warn her not to provoke him when he's been drinking and she had to submit to sex with him whenever he wanted and he wouldn't get locked up for raping his wife like can do nowadays and life hasn't been the same in this country since the saintly Daniel Mannix was recalled by the boss and ... damnit I just burst into tears when I remember Bob Santamaria's passing, but thank the heavens we've at least got Pauline.

OH MAH GUARD! YOU’RE FROM MELBUN!!

Dare I hope that you’re also a felonious little Cafflik guttersnipe from Fitzroy?!!

Hey, I kissed Danny Mannix’ ring once! That was when I was being involuntary inculcated with Christinsanity in a Christian Brother’s concentration school. Just before I fell from faith by stealing and drinking two bottles of Father Ryan’s “All Saints” port wine, getting spastic drunk, getting found out, and calling Father Ryan a fucking \!/.

BTW, being university educated yerself, you may be able to help a poor ignorant piece of Catholic factory fodder solve a lifelong conundrum.

Any idea why the Christian Buggers would rather bash the shit outta me than give me a sore bum and a bag of boiled lollies, like my fellow internees? It left me devastated with a lifetime feeling that I was too ugly to be loved.

As a consequence, I suffered low self-esteem induced alcoholism that resulted in a sociopathic personality, six o’clock swilling, wife, mate, and stranger bashing, sexual self abuse, a deviant social-climbing desire to root unapproachable Proddie sheilas instead of my own kind, half-baked atheism, halitosis, trench-foot, sleep apnoea, and night starvation.

But worst of all, as far as our American masters are concerned; I ended up with an evil socialist-humanist stance on things.

Please help, Paisan. I'd do anything to be like Oddball, Kathianne, and all the other self-delusional dupes here. Just ask 'em!

 

[Bullypulpit]

What I really found disturbing was the documentary, "Jesus Camp". Talk about scary and sick making...Our American madrassas.

 

[Annie]

What I really found disturbing was the documentary, "Jesus Camp". Talk about scary and sick making...Our American madrassas.

All the patience in the world and excuses for extemists Islamist, but will crucify all Christians based on the camps for juniors by some.

Hypocrits.

 

[Diuretic]

OH MAH GUARD! YOU’RE FROM MELBUN!!

Dare I hope that you’re also a felonious little Cafflik guttersnipe from Fitzroy?!!

Hey, I kissed Danny Mannix’ ring once! That was when I was being involuntary inculcated with Christinsanity in a Christian Brother’s concentration school. Just before I fell from faith by stealing and drinking two bottles of Father Ryan’s “All Saints” port wine, getting spastic drunk, getting found out, and calling Father Ryan a fucking \!/.

BTW, being university educated yerself, you may be able to help a poor ignorant piece of Catholic factory fodder solve a lifelong conundrum.

Any idea why the Christian Buggers would rather bash the shit outta me than give me a sore bum and a bag of boiled lollies, like my fellow internees? It left me devastated with a lifetime feeling that I was too ugly to be loved.

As a consequence, I suffered low self-esteem induced alcoholism that resulted in a sociopathic personality, six o’clock swilling, wife, mate, and stranger bashing, sexual self abuse, a deviant social-climbing desire to root unapproachable Proddie sheilas instead of my own kind, half-baked atheism, halitosis, trench-foot, sleep apnoea, and night starvation.

But worst of all, as far as our American masters are concerned; I ended up with an evil socialist-humanist stance on things.

Please help, Paisan. I'd do anything to be like Oddball, Kathianne, and all the other self-delusional dupes here. Just ask 'em!

Not from Melbourne............but I like Skyhooks!

I grew up in 1960s SA - and you reckon you had a rough time of it!

But I was a Cadlik (can't do the "f" fing, like in Lizbeff Norf). I got out before it harmed me even more.

On the Christian Brothers - you went to a CB school? Jeez. Are you okay now?

Anyway on the Christian Brothers - yes I can help as a matter of fact

It goes back to the establishment of The Institute of the Brethren of the Christian Schools in 1684 by Jean Baptiste de la Salle (1651 - 1719). The basic tenets of de la Salle's education theories were:

Surprise!

Surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... their two weapons were fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... their three weapons were fear, and surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our four...no.

Sorry, wrong sketch.

Where was I?

Oh, yes, ascetism, silence, punishment instead of reprimand, signals and an emphasis on written work and repressive and restrictive measures (Monroe, P. A Brief Course in the History of Education. The Macmillan Company. New York. 1936 at pp. 212-213)

I believe that nowadays though punching students in the head is frowned upon.

You had a Father Ryan too? Did he go to the seminary at Maynooth like mine did?

 

[Chips Rafferty]

What I really found disturbing was the documentary, "Jesus Camp". Talk about scary and sick making...Our American madrassas.

What I find even more disturbing is most Americans see "Libruls" like you as a mortal threat to the somewhat ambiguous amalgam of Adam Smith and The Messiah that they worship in these Madrassas.


There ya go, Kathianne Coulter-Slackendorf. That should be worth TWO negative reps from you this time!

 

[Chips Rafferty]

Not from Melbourne............but I like Skyhooks!

I grew up in 1960s SA - and you reckon you had a rough time of it!

But I was a Cadlik (can't do the "f" fing, like in Lizbeff Norf). I got out before it harmed me even more.

On the Christian Brothers - you went to a CB school? Jeez. Are you okay now?

Anyway on the Christian Brothers - yes I can help as a matter of fact

It goes back to the establishment of The Institute of the Brethren of the Christian Schools in 1684 by Jean Baptiste de la Salle (1651 - 1719). The basic tenets of de la Salle's education theories were:

Surprise!

Surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... their two weapons were fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... their three weapons were fear, and surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our four...no.

Sorry, wrong sketch.

Where was I?

Oh, yes, ascetism, silence, punishment instead of reprimand, signals and an emphasis on written work and repressive and restrictive measures (Monroe, P. A Brief Course in the History of Education. The Macmillan Company. New York. 1936 at pp. 212-213)

I believe that nowadays though punching students in the head is frowned upon.

You had a Father Ryan too? Did he go to the seminary at Maynooth like mine did?

Like I used to say at A.A. meetings, "Going to a C.B school was like being an outpatient at Auschwitz. That is, you got to go home at night!"

 

[Diuretic]

Like I used to say at A.A. meetings, "Going to a C.B school was like being an outpatient at Auschwitz. That is, you got to go home at night!"

- I have some mates who would entirely agree with you! I bet they never told their parents lest they got a thrashing from a Brother.

 

[Chips Rafferty]

- I have some mates who would entirely agree with you! I bet they never told their parents lest they got a thrashing from a Brother.

The Internationale unites the human race!


I came home with red and blue welts on my arse and legs one day*, and my old man, a card carrying Commo, (try to imagine how good a fighter you had to be to survive as a Commo in Catholic infested Fitzroy!) went up to the school, pulled the dog-collar off of the miscreant, one Brother McCabe, saying, "I make it a habit never hit a man of the cloth" and forthwith broke his jaw.



* 4 of us were caught having a circle wank in the dunnies.

 

[Diuretic]

The Internationale unites the human race!

In song! "The Internationale unites the world in song!" I just wanna be someone's Karaoke Comrade!

I came home with red and blue welts on my arse and legs one day*, and my old man, a card carrying Commo, (try to imagine how good a fighter you had to be to survive as a Commo in Catholic infested Fitzroy!) went up to the school, pulled the dog-collar off of the miscreant, one Brother McCabe, saying, "I make it a habit never hit a man of the cloth" and forthwith broke his jaw.



* 4 of us were caught having a circle wank in the dunnies.

The Brothers got pissed off because they weren't invited?

Good for your dad! Ah the old CP, or was it CP-ML? No, CPOA? I can hardly remember now, I used to know all of them, used to zip into the various bookshops to get those cheap Progress Publishers (Moscow) editions. I'm sure my mug is on Special Branch photo files, I went to all of them, M-L, Maoist, Trots - I always found the Maoists a bit grumpy though.

A mate of mine who lives in a dirty big house in a posh beachside suburb here was really pissed off when he got redistributed from one fed electorate to the other. He could vote for the CP candidate in his old electorate but in the new one he could only vote for the "usual bourgeois bastards" as he put it

Politics in Australia is so bloody colourless now. Everyone wants to cram into the centre, we've lost our spirit, our nerve. Frigging plasma tv is more important than decent policy. Egon Kisch would be spewing.

 

[Chips Rafferty]

In song! "The Internationale unites the world in song!" I just wanna be someone's Karaoke Comrade!




The Brothers got pissed off because they weren't invited?

Good for your dad! Ah the old CP, or was it CP-ML? No, CPOA? I can hardly remember now, I used to know all of them, used to zip into the various bookshops to get those cheap Progress Publishers (Moscow) editions. I'm sure my mug is on Special Branch photo files, I went to all of them, M-L, Maoist, Trots - I always found the Maoists a bit grumpy though.

A mate of mine who lives in a dirty big house in a posh beachside suburb here was really pissed off when he got redistributed from one fed electorate to the other. He could vote for the CP candidate in his old electorate but in the new one he could only vote for the "usual bourgeois bastards" as he put it

Politics in Australia is so bloody colourless now. Everyone wants to cram into the centre, we've lost our spirit, our nerve. Frigging plasma tv is more important than decent policy. Egon Kisch would be spewing.

Too right! Oh for the good old days of class-centred politics!

Before Canberra and the "educated class" convinced the lotus-eating Aussies that they lived in a classless society.

Before all the two-bob millionaries acquired colour TV's and Toyota Crowns on the Never-Never and began imagining themselves as "upwardly mobile" Liberals, instead of the traditional labouring class living in mobile homes and hovels, that they STILL are!

My paternal granddad, who was "apprenticed" i.e. sold to the circus at seven-years-of-age, used to recite this poem by our pisspot poet, Henry Lawson. Whom, you may recall, died a lonely death as a mentally confused old man of "dypsomania."

Coming from the seedy slums of Fitzroy, I really identified with it.

Faces in the Street
July — 1888
Henry Lawson

THEY lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
That want is here a stranger, and that misery’s unknown;
For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet
My window-sill is level with the faces in the street —
Drifting past, drifting past,
To the beat of weary feet —

While I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street.
And cause I have to sorrow, in a land so young and fair,
To see upon those faces stamped the marks of Want and Care;
I look in vain for traces of the fresh and fair and sweet
In sallow, sunken faces that are drifting through the street —
Drifting on, drifting on,
To the scrape of restless feet;
I can sorrow for the owners of the faces in the street.

In hours before the dawning dims the starlight in the sky
The wan and weary faces first begin to trickle by,
Increasing as the moments hurry on with morning feet,
Till like a pallid river flow the faces in the street —
Flowing in, flowing in,
To the beat of hurried feet —
Ah! I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street.

The human river dwindles when ’Tis past the hour of eight,
Its waves go flowing faster in the fear of being late;
But slowly drag the moments, whilst beneath the dust and heat
The city grinds the owners of the faces in the street —
Grinding body, grinding soul,
Yielding scarce enough to eat —
Oh! I sorrow for the owners of the faces in the street.

And then the only faces till the sun is sinking down
Are those of outside toilers and the idlers of the town,
Save here and there a face that seems a stranger in the street,
Tells of the city’s unemployed upon his weary beat —
Drifting round, drifting round,
To the tread of listless feet —
Ah! My heart aches for the owner of that sad face in the street.

And when the hours on lagging feet have slowly dragged away,
And sickly yellow gaslights rise to mock the going day,
Then flowing past my window like a tide in its retreat,
Again I see the pallid stream of faces in the street —
Ebbing out, ebbing out,
To the drag of tired feet,
While my heart is aching dumbly for the faces in the street.

And now all blurred and smirched with vice the day’s sad pages end,
For while the short ‘large hours’ toward the longer ‘small hours’ trend,
With smiles that mock the wearer, and with words that half entreat,
Delilah pleads for custom at the corner of the street —
Sinking down, sinking down,
Battered wreck by tempests beat —
A dreadful, thankless trade is hers, that Woman of the Street.

But, ah! to dreader things than these our fair young city comes,
For in its heart are growing thick the filthy dens and slums,
Where human forms shall rot away in sties for swine unmeet,
And ghostly faces shall be seen unfit for any street —
Rotting out, rotting out,
For the lack of air and meat —
In dens of vice and horror that are hidden from the street.

I wonder would the apathy of wealthy men endure
Were all their windows level with the faces of the Poor?
Ah! Mammon’s slaves, your knees shall knock, your hearts in terror beat,
When God demands a reason for the sorrows of the street,
The wrong things and the bad things
And the sad things that we meet
In the filthy lane and alley, and the cruel, heartless street.

I left the dreadful corner where the steps are never still,
And sought another window overlooking gorge and hill;
But when the night came dreary with the driving rain and sleet,
They haunted me — the shadows of those faces in the street,
Flitting by, flitting by,
Flitting by with noiseless feet,
And with cheeks but little paler than the real ones in the street.

Once I cried: ‘Oh, God Almighty! if Thy might doth still endure,
Now show me in a vision for the wrongs of Earth a cure.’
And, lo! with shops all shuttered I beheld a city’s street,
And in the warning distance heard the tramp of many feet,
Coming near, coming near,
To a drum’s dull distant beat,
And soon I saw the army that was marching down the street.

Then, like a swollen river that has broken bank and wall,
The human flood came pouring with the red flags over all,
And kindled eyes all blazing bright with revolution’s heat,
And flashing swords reflecting rigid faces in the street.
Pouring on, pouring on,
To a drum’s loud threatening beat,
And the war-hymns and the cheering of the people in the street.

And so it must be while the world goes rolling round its course,
The warning pen shall write in vain, the warning voice grow hoarse,
But not until a city feels Red Revolution’s feet
Shall its sad people miss awhile the terrors of the street —
The dreadful everlasting strife
For scarcely clothes and meat
In that pent track of living death — the city’s cruel street.

 

[Diuretic]

Small wonder Banjo didn't like Lawson - http://www.robynleeburrows.com/background_lawson.htm - I'm wondering now if Banjo felt put upon by Lawson's urban reality poetry, perhaps Banjo may have felt his own work might have been a bit overdone?

I think Lawson worked in Sydney, I was on the turps one night (union conference) with a mate and he made me walk up, I think it was Elizabeth Street, because he wanted to show me the building where Lawson worked. I don't know if he was pulling my leg but for him it was an homage thing. I told him I'd hate to see him at Highgate Cemetery, he'd probably break down in tears and I'd have to pull him bodily away from the plinth of the Great Man. The tourists would love it

 

[TAS]

Yes. Any minute now someone is going to refer to yelling "Fire!" in a crowded theatre - and they'll be correct. There are limitations to free speech, they're necessary. When we say "free speech" we tend to give the concept the power of a shibboleth (if I can use the term). It's not. It's a right, but like all rights it must be exercised with care.

I totally agree with you.

This cartoon crisis was very interesting. It made both of us, Muslims and Westerners, angry at each other. One newspaper provoked all of the Muslim anger by exercising the right of free speech, and some Muslims provoked all of the Western anger by exercising the same right.

In my opinion, both are wrong. Freedom of speech shall not be taken as an absolute. I think that the thinkers and philosophers who came up with this idea, the idea of freedom of speech, were not intending it to be used in an insulting, offensive or derogatory way to express hate towards another person, idea, race, religion, or the political views of someone else. But rather as a vehicle, a tool, that would help people discuss, debate, learn, and progress from each other. I think that they were humble rather than arrogant. I think that they didn't see themselves as having monopoly on what is true and what is not, what is right and what is wrong. They didn't say "My way or the highway" but rather "I have the right to say what I think and you have the right to say what you think so that maybe we understand each other, convince each other, but if we don't, let's not fight each other".

If there was no freedom of speech, then people won't be able to exchange ideas and thus to grow. Yet at the same time, hateful, insulting, and derogatory speech achieve the same thing, and even worse. It not only prevents people from learning but also aggravates them against each other leading to more hate, more animosity and maybe more conflict. I don't think that reasonable, moral, and civilized societies should block freedom of speech nor should they provide fertile ground for hateful and insulting speech.

In the West there is a panic. The panic is artificial and has been created for propaganda purposes. It used to be Communists that were the subject of panic alerts by western governments, now it's Muslims. But like the Communist panic of the 1950s people are seeing through the crap.

I am glad that you see through it.