Of course, when the Obamadrama team scripts a drone massacre of wogs, or when they permit Dave HamFace and Mick Fallon to murder some British wog citizens abroad then these are wise, considered and entirely justfied actions performed by the leaders of the FreeWorld, the better to protect we, their subjects.
When we torture without end some hapless ragheads, bartered to the CIA on the streets of Karachi in exchange for guns, drugs, warlordships or even presidencies, this barbarism is portrayed as Freedom's Last Great Hope, manifest.
When Squadron Leader Rupert Golightly-Jockstrap napalms a playground or ten, strafes a wedding party or a funeral, in the furtherance of the Haliburton-GlobaDeath-JPMorgan-Tony'n'ImeldaBlairplc International Organised Crime Bonanza he is acting in the spirit of the Few, those heroes who, commanded by Uncle Sam, (David Cameron, c2010) won the Battle of Britain.
Goodness, though, comes at a high price, the evildoers simply won't be corrected and lo, now we witness the Martyrdom of the Holy Gender Contiuum, it's victims, may their invented names live forevermore, already scourged and whipped by society's refusal to applaud their elastic sexuality, its failure to endorse their impertinent stupidity, now lie dead in Celebrity's mortuary, flashmourned the world over; their lives almiosr infinitely more valuable than those of hundreds of thousands of Iraqis, whose murders were never even counted, save by lonesome, derided medics, journalists and activists.
(Iraq)
The Lancet study's figure of 654,965 excess deaths through the end of June 2006
is based on household survey data. The estimate is for all excess
violent and nonviolent deaths. That also includes those due to increased
lawlessness, degraded infrastructure, poorer healthcare, etc. 601,027
deaths (range of 426,369 to 793,663 using a 95% confidence interval)
were estimated to be due to violence. 31% of those were attributed to
the Coalition, 24% to others, 46% unknown. The causes of violent deaths
were gunshot (56%), car bomb (13%), other explosion/ordnance (14%), airstrike (13%), accident (2%), unknown (2%). A copy of a death certificate was available for a high proportion of the reported deaths (92% of those households asked to produce one).[33][34][35]
As to the fatalities suffered by the Blair-Bush Colaition of Greed, hostile-fire deaths accounted for 3,777 of the 4,799 total coalition military deaths, the other thousand or so being the result of friendly-fire fuck ups.
I think that's about half a per cent of all the deaths in the Iraq Invasion were among Coaltion troops. And it is these fatalities which arouse such feeble condemnation as there still is.
In a recent trying and difficult Jimmy McGovern TeeVee play, Reg, Tim Roth played Reg Keys, the father of one of the six Military Police abandoned by the Army to a savage death in Afghanistan. Enraged by Blair's gross pantomiming for the US Senate, Reg decided to fight him at the next Sedgefield election. I remember the events, I remember the shocking Redcap deaths and I remember being irritated by Reg, by Rose Gently, in Scotland, in fact by all the parents bleating that their sons shouldn't have been sent to war by Vice and Greed, as though the Army really was just a well-paid opportunity ot learn a trade and then retire to Civvy Street.
Moving though Reg Keys' determination was and clever as was the splicing of Roth into this footage of a shifty-looking Blair being harangued by Reg at the election count
I found the most telling dramatic moment to be, counter-intuitively, when a man he was canvassing roundly rebuked Reg on the doorstep:
Th'was reet, mon, t'kill your lad, he was invadin' their fucking country, they wasn't a fuckin' insurgency, bonny lad, they was the fuckin' resistance.
Another said, Och, away man, there were allus two things I tolt my lads, nae fuckin motorbikes and dinnae join the fucking army. What did ya think would 'appen?
Both of Mr Keys' interlocutors, back then, were presaging, in their way, the inevitable flowering of Iraq's poisonous seed - the HeadChoppers' Revolt and its satellites, in Paris, Belgium and now Florida.
Tim Roth, who played Reg Keys, is forceful in his insistence that Blair belongs in handcuffs, behind bars.
If only the mourning Floridians were so clear-sighted.
Mr Keys went on to win 4000 votes, although the stupid fuckers of Sedgefield voted Blair comfortably back into Number Ten. I expect many of them are now voting UKIP. Reg is a bold attempt to blow oxygen on the embers of Blair's criminality, although the hedging which will surround the report by the useless bastard, Chilcott, will inevitably extinguish them completely, and Tony and his doxy will grin at us until Satan calls them home. It's on the i-thing, if you have the stomach.
I think that's about half a per cent of all the deaths in the Iraq Invasion were among Coaltion troops. And it is these fatalities which arouse such feeble condemnation as there still is.
In a recent trying and difficult Jimmy McGovern TeeVee play, Reg, Tim Roth played Reg Keys, the father of one of the six Military Police abandoned by the Army to a savage death in Afghanistan. Enraged by Blair's gross pantomiming for the US Senate, Reg decided to fight him at the next Sedgefield election. I remember the events, I remember the shocking Redcap deaths and I remember being irritated by Reg, by Rose Gently, in Scotland, in fact by all the parents bleating that their sons shouldn't have been sent to war by Vice and Greed, as though the Army really was just a well-paid opportunity ot learn a trade and then retire to Civvy Street.
Moving though Reg Keys' determination was and clever as was the splicing of Roth into this footage of a shifty-looking Blair being harangued by Reg at the election count
I found the most telling dramatic moment to be, counter-intuitively, when a man he was canvassing roundly rebuked Reg on the doorstep:
Th'was reet, mon, t'kill your lad, he was invadin' their fucking country, they wasn't a fuckin' insurgency, bonny lad, they was the fuckin' resistance.
Another said, Och, away man, there were allus two things I tolt my lads, nae fuckin motorbikes and dinnae join the fucking army. What did ya think would 'appen?
Both of Mr Keys' interlocutors, back then, were presaging, in their way, the inevitable flowering of Iraq's poisonous seed - the HeadChoppers' Revolt and its satellites, in Paris, Belgium and now Florida.
Tim Roth, who played Reg Keys, is forceful in his insistence that Blair belongs in handcuffs, behind bars.
If only the mourning Floridians were so clear-sighted.
Mr Keys went on to win 4000 votes, although the stupid fuckers of Sedgefield voted Blair comfortably back into Number Ten. I expect many of them are now voting UKIP. Reg is a bold attempt to blow oxygen on the embers of Blair's criminality, although the hedging which will surround the report by the useless bastard, Chilcott, will inevitably extinguish them completely, and Tony and his doxy will grin at us until Satan calls them home. It's on the i-thing, if you have the stomach.
But Uncle Sam and his sense of proportion.
Estimates of deaths caused by the American War in Vietnam range from 1,500,000 to 3,500,000 of which 52,800 were US servicepersons; far and away the most important 52,800, the other coupla million were just gooks. We have been enculturated by Hollywood and the rest of the Empire Propaganda Initiative to mourn and worship the tiny handful of US servicepersons named on the Vietnam Memorial and to obliterate from our minds the millions of wogs and slopes whose deaths are utterly meaningless.
And so it will be with Florida.
And so it will be with Florida.
There is such feasting to be had over this grim event that skymadeupnewsandfilth and the PBC probably don't know from which corpse to take their first mouthful. And there's the rub, not bad enough that a roomful of revellers are shot to death, their families given a taste of life in Baghdad or Kabul or Gaza but the whole thing will become an extravaganza of degenerate, neo-liberal elitism. The bald fact that vile US overseas behaviour has prompted a reaction-in-kind will be coddled in some bogus, buttery bullshit about minority rights. They are dead or wounded, that's bad enough, how they fucked one another is irrelevant, although that, errant and butchered genitalia, will become the cause celebre.
And people call me cynical
And people call me cynical
I would and have gone to the wall that John might love George but I'm fucked if I'll raise a finger to help John pretend to be Susan; just you watch, though, gay vicars up and down the land, 'busloads of Sandi Toskvigs and Steven Frys, Graham Nortons and Julian Clearys, heterosexualists of every persuasion will seize on this event to damn the curse of straitism. Sir Elton, where are you, when your people need your trashy minstrelsy?
Gay global hysteria should on this occasion be neither here nor there, we are well accustomed to it,we are obliged now to view everything through a hissy, mutant prism, hectored into seeing the norm as abhorrent; this is primarily a mass homicide, no greater or lesser for being perpetrated against a sub-grouping which the killer considered blasphemous.
What we are witnessing is another perversion of reality, this is an act of war - as Mr Key's tormentors said, what the fuck do we expect to happen when we run riot over other cultures and religions and races and call it Freedom?
That will all be sideswiped, though, as we swallow the line that the Massacre of the Blessed GBLTers is the worst such act, the worst shooting in US history.
The fact that the United States, itself, is the modern home of slavery, racism, ethnic cleansing and global state terrorism is usefully ignored by those commentating shrilly on this relatively minor skirmish, for in massacre after massacre Uncle Sam's heroic military forces first practised their warfare of liberation on the native American.
The Massacre at Wounded Knee is probably the best-known episode of Uncle Sam's ethnic cleansings, although there are scores of others, in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries alone.
As to seldom learned US history, consider the massacre of Wounded Knee.
December 29, 1890
Briefly, depending on who does the counting (and numbers are hotly contested between “official“ sources and the Lakota people), between around 350 to over 500 people were shot down in a mass slaughter on that date. Most of the people were sick, starved, and exhausted from being pursued by the US cavalry. They were attacked at dawn. A great number of those slain that day were elderly, very sick, or infants. Nursing mothers were shot in the back, babies were tossed into the air as targets. Corpses lay frozen in the snow for days afterwards.
A mass slaughter by gunfire.
In 1923, in Rosewood, Florida, in a bout of Jim Crow penis envy, scores of negroes were lynched, castrated abd burnt-out of their homes and churches, with the connivance of lawnforcement and state government
Somehow, though, this lone, Afghani-US citizen, yesterday, in Florida, with his fifty or so victims, has eclipsed the horrors perpetrated by the KKK, by the Sixth, Seventh,and Tenth Cavalries; by pissed-up militia gang-rapists, by KuKluxKlanners and by the entire filthy, corrupt railroad and cattle baron establishment, by America's nobility, as squalid as any other.
Native Americans, though, like slopes and gooks overseas, and like niggers at home, well, they don't really, what's the word, count, that's it, they just don't count.
Unless we start valuing the lives of others as much as we do our own is seems only fair to me that we anticipate a shooting party like yesterday's coming, very soon, to a nightclub near us.
What we are witnessing is another perversion of reality, this is an act of war - as Mr Key's tormentors said, what the fuck do we expect to happen when we run riot over other cultures and religions and races and call it Freedom?
That will all be sideswiped, though, as we swallow the line that the Massacre of the Blessed GBLTers is the worst such act, the worst shooting in US history.
The fact that the United States, itself, is the modern home of slavery, racism, ethnic cleansing and global state terrorism is usefully ignored by those commentating shrilly on this relatively minor skirmish, for in massacre after massacre Uncle Sam's heroic military forces first practised their warfare of liberation on the native American.
The Massacre at Wounded Knee is probably the best-known episode of Uncle Sam's ethnic cleansings, although there are scores of others, in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries alone.
As to seldom learned US history, consider the massacre of Wounded Knee.
December 29, 1890
Briefly, depending on who does the counting (and numbers are hotly contested between “official“ sources and the Lakota people), between around 350 to over 500 people were shot down in a mass slaughter on that date. Most of the people were sick, starved, and exhausted from being pursued by the US cavalry. They were attacked at dawn. A great number of those slain that day were elderly, very sick, or infants. Nursing mothers were shot in the back, babies were tossed into the air as targets. Corpses lay frozen in the snow for days afterwards.
A mass slaughter by gunfire.
In 1923, in Rosewood, Florida, in a bout of Jim Crow penis envy, scores of negroes were lynched, castrated abd burnt-out of their homes and churches, with the connivance of lawnforcement and state government
Somehow, though, this lone, Afghani-US citizen, yesterday, in Florida, with his fifty or so victims, has eclipsed the horrors perpetrated by the KKK, by the Sixth, Seventh,and Tenth Cavalries; by pissed-up militia gang-rapists, by KuKluxKlanners and by the entire filthy, corrupt railroad and cattle baron establishment, by America's nobility, as squalid as any other.
Native Americans, though, like slopes and gooks overseas, and like niggers at home, well, they don't really, what's the word, count, that's it, they just don't count.
Unless we start valuing the lives of others as much as we do our own is seems only fair to me that we anticipate a shooting party like yesterday's coming, very soon, to a nightclub near us.
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Here we now have a natural-born American, of Afghani heritage, of the Muslim faith, who apparently used to beat his wife, who apparently used to hang out in the gay bar in which he has later gone postal. And he is out-and-about and tooled up with what seems to have been an all-but automatic assault rifle that an infantryman might use to storm ashore. He seems to have supported ISIL but only in the same way that an Enfield Londoner might support Manchester United. Edgy,innit.
What is my agenda? My agenda is guns'n'americans (Obama), dem darn muzzies (Trump), Trump (Clinton), gay-hate but don't mention the muslims (Owen Jones), it wouldn't have happened if the USA had been in the EU - stronger and safer together (Cameron), all slaughter ahead of Chilcot is good slaughter because I was right all along (Blair)...
The weasel phrase that is growing in use is one to watch out for - homegrown terror. Yes, that's homegrown as in reefer madness and the untold disaster that ensues when you disagree with the man. Another label to demonise, and exclude, and pigeon-hole safely away from any need to understand or explain.
It is all because the we choose to avoid the reality of the well know fact that "scum always rises to the top", and do nothing about it.
There's a post, m alphons, some ways back up the road, The Scum Also Rises, detailing, rather exhaustively, the manner in which a gang of criminals formed itself into an entity called the Liberal Democrats and shouldered its way into government, even as its members were being shamed and jailed. Nuff said.
Of course, mr mongoose, this could be simply gay-on-gay crime, except that LGBTers swin in such an ocean of pure love that they couldn't do such a thing. APart from people who don't celebrate their perfection, people like professor Greer. And me.
I used to listen to young Jones, the thinking man's Polly Toynbee, until he came over all Yasmin Alibhai Muslim, and started "speaking as a gay man." How would it be if people said, "well, speaking as a maajority, heterosexual," or having HeteroPride marches, men waving their cocks in everybody's face, women shaking their tits at toddlers walking past? Eh? How would that be?
As I went out one morning, to breathe the air around Tom Paine I discovered his writings on the right of the citizen to bear arms - "The duty of a true patriot is to protect his country from its government" and "Arms discourage and keep the invader and plundereer in awe, and preserve order in the world, as well as property......Horrid mischief would ensue were the law-abiding deprived of the use of them."
My instincs on gun ownership reflect your own, I should think....and yet, and yet....
The eerie vacancy within the Chief has been very obvious as he strains to find something coherent to say. There is nothing to say is there? He and Hillary in the liberal echo chamber, noises off from Fatty Corden and the ludicrous Lady Gaga. Our corpses are more beautiful, though, and worthy to be mourned in the proper modern fashion. Candlelit vigils of inanity, tears of moronic narcissism, high priests of celebrity. We do it all so well, it fair breaks your heart.
I had not noticed that the hideous Jones was gay, Mr Ishmael. It is of course now doubtless illegal to describe him so, probably a hate crime. Bless. I'll bet the vile little bastard goes missing the next couple of days though. Rooting about under the stairs looking for his community values. What a fucking horror!
I am not against firearms exactly. I find the over-enthusiastic need to own six of them a bit odd but then I was tidying the shed the other day and found no fewer than five blasted cricket bats hiding in the corner. How does that happen? But just as nobody but a professional cricketer, and a batsman at that, needs a £500 hand-made cricket bat, nobody but a professional soldier needs an assault rifle. So if I want to have a handgun in the desk drawer for when the referendum gets too much, I think I should be allowed to have one.
Perhaps faith, culture and sexuality, and disappointing daddy, have cooked a perfect storm in Orlando. We may yet find out. But I doubt it.
On June 10 2016, at The Plaza, Orlando, a young singer called Christina Grimmie was shot and killed by 27-year-old Kevin James Loibl. He was not known to her except perhaps incidentally as a fan, although there is no evidence of that so far. At any rate, there was nothing to explain the shooting in the world outside Loibl's head.
http://christinagrimmie.com/news/276613
The events have been so shocking that the family have not even attempted to take down the tour dates on her website which will now never be fulfilled.
Ms Grimmie's death, you would think, is not so permanent as the other deaths in Orlando that weekend. Being merely female and possibly not gay, her death is not so easy for Owen Jones to indulge in emotional grandstanding over.
Oxbridge, mr mongoose, the Guardian, the PBC and gay, he's very nearly the perfect human being, young Owen; if only he could perform a sort-of secular, non-judgemental miracle, maybe solving the murder of Jill Dando - remember her? - a kind of media saintess, but also hot, with it, and an ace crime-buster, sadly murdered on her own doorstep and despite their very best efforts the Met were unable to make their frame-up stick, even though her on-screen partner, super-sleuth, CallNick Ross, proclaimed his certainty that Barry George done it, even though he never. Fuck me, Jesus, no wonder the skilled investigative journalists which we pay for at the PBC missed the Savile Beastarama right under their own eyes, in their own premises, perpetrated by their own colleagues. Maybe if Owen came down from his pulpit, walked among the lowly and solved Jill's murder he would find perfect completion, as it is he must aerriculate for us our mourning of some very special people. That is not to say that he should desist from his lamenting the fact that people on both sides of the Atlantic continue to come to conclusions which, really, their betters frown upon, as though, in fact, they were free citizens.
It is, indeed, mr bungalow bill, a danse macabre; just when you think it can't get any worse it intensifies, soon we will inhabit a global spasm of flashmourning. Me, I blame those mawkish fucking shitbrain bastards in Wootton Bassett.
I fear it passed me by, mrs woar, I have an adverse reaction to anythung pre-fixed by the words, The Voice, fearing it refers to that revolting arsehole, Tom Jones, whining about his disgusting treatment of his late wife, over decades; that smug, simian, beardy face, one's foot would break before one tired of kicking it.
As well as the Creation, the Fall, Abe and Isaac, the Flood, the Nativity, the Betrayal, the Trial, the Scourging, the Crucifixion, the Resurrection and the Ascension, the York Mystery Plays performed the Harrowing of Hell, in which the unGodly were whipped-in, for their sins, to Eternal Torment, and serve the bastards right. Hell's Gates should be opened anew to those you mention; it's probably the only language they understand.
I didn't know Jones was gay either.
Fair dues for not being in yer face about it.
I recently read a book of his...anti-establishment right to the hilt.
Always wondered how he got away with being so gobby on question time
I’m surprised that Roth still has a career after saying that about our Tony. Unless he’s just part of the charade..Tony the bad guy..Tony the fall guy.
Tony takes the heat while being suitably remunerated for doing so by the ones who ordered the whole shebang. There’s more than one type of killing to be made squashing sandniggers.
Who is making the all the dosh carving up the spoils and is Tony on the board?
Wounded Knee came to my mind as well Mr. I. I think it was around the 270 mark, mainly women and children. The pro gun lobby are now trying to use this as an argument for the 2nd amendment as they claim that the victims were disarmed prior to the massacre.
Moley
It seems to me that our American cousins are suffering from an imbalance in the 'freedoms from - freedoms to' ratio. However, I can't see that there is much they can do to correct this now, this side of the apocalypse at least.The gun 'genie' is long out of the bottle and this sort of thing will continue to occur with a tiresome regularity. It is the price of 'freedom', allowing fucked up maniacs to walk in to their nearest branch of 'Assault Rifles R Us' and, after no questions asked, walk out again with enough military grade guns and ammo to fight a small war with. They're welcome to it...
Re: young Owen's 'gayness', there is a certain inevitability about that, of course he's gay - how could he not be? However, I wonder if it is a sexual preference or a political choice?
On a more cheerful note, I see that Saint Bob of Geldof was on the Thames today, berating Farage and the fishermen. I hope the cunt got a good soaking!
P.S. Another 'Dog Shooter' unmasked as a child molester - who'd have thunk it?
I think this lexical point came up in a discussion down the road but it sounds as though the Orlando slaughter is an instance of Homophobia: The Genuine Article.
(Has JK Rowling stopped crying yet?)
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I suppose we should be thankful, Mr SG, that Clement wasn't fucking that bloodhound with which he used to advertise Minced Morsels. Or perhaps he was.
Who knows Mr BB - it would seem that there are no limits to human depravity... The Freud - McCann link - Jesus, the plot sickens... I was just watching the Koko Gorilla thing, hadn't come across it before. There is always a danger of anthropomorphism, but she looked like as tortured a soul as I've ever seen. I'm not keen on animal experimentation, even if apparently 'benign'. Still, doubtless it made a good living for the 'Foundation'. Cruelty and kindness, two sides of the same coin...
Yes, mr verge, l'homophobia propre, of course.
Whatever else it initiates Sir Clem's predeliction must bring comfort to Gerry and Cilla, more mud for the waters. As though this old fart was an athletic, burglarous abductor, as though there was actualy an abduction.
"......The Scum Also Rises, detailing, rather exhaustively, the manner in which a gang of criminals formed itself into an entity called the Liberal Democrats and shouldered its way into government, even as its members were being shamed and jailed. Nuff said."
I wrote that, above, to m'sieu alphons - and the post to which it refers - before I had heard about Sir Clem, national treasure. Perhaps Susan Fallon, is it Fallon, the little Christian gabshite who, now that no-one else wants to - leads the DogShooters, perhaps he'll, in an act of contrition, disband the party, on the other hand, Chris Huhne and David Laws and Mark Oaten all hapened a very long time ago.
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