This article really makes me rage at the fact we’re waiting for up to ten years for this to happen in our areas. It’s an ESSENTIAL piece of infrastructure, worst part is the Liberal party are going to bin the NBN if they get in, which ties my hands as to who I and all geeks will be voting for in future. I really hope other parties wake up though, as it is in Australia we have ultra-conservative Liberal, and ultra-conservative Labor.

Labor dicked us over when Julia Gillard ran a coup, dethroning Kevin Rudd, possibly the most popular PM in our history due to his accessibility through social networks, et cetera. So they really deserve to be punished, although at the last election they held on with Julia because most Australian females thought they were ‘voting in Australia’s first woman prime minister’, when in reality they were just voting in a dog who didn’t care about the voters and wanted power; ultimately costing us trillions of dollars and a GDP to put us in the top three nations globally when she got the nod from the mining giants to run her coup over the mining tax.

Ironically, she’s facing being voted out because after costing us trillions (which no one cared about and voted her in again anyway, al la George Dubya) she is going to cost us an extra $50 a year with a pollution tax. Ohnoes. Sigh, this is why Australia is destined to always be a back water, the voters are so ill-informed and uneducated.

Anyway, enough nerdraging, here’s the article: -

WELCOME to Gunnedah, population 12,000, 440km from Sydney – and the first Wi-Fi town in Australia.

IT walks like the NBN, talks like the NBN – but is about $40 billion cheaper.

Welcome to Gunnedah, population 12,000. It’s 440km from Sydney and is now the first Wi-Fi town in Australia.

Instead of waiting years for fibre optic cables to be laid out to their doorsteps while small surrounding communities were left unconnected, the council teamed up with a new company to deliver high-speed Wi-Fi internet to doctors, patients, school students and every business in town.

The main street boasts free Wi-Fi as the new pilot scheme connects to the web using fibre-optic cables that were laid three decades ago.

Prior to Wi-Fi, the only options for the town were slow dial-up or pricey satellite internet.

Now video conferencing is allowing doctors to talk to patients at home, the mayor to confer with emergency services during storms and students to connect to the school curriculum from home.

Gunnedah Mayor Adam Marshall said it would allow Gunnedah businesses to have high quality internet without the broadband cost.

“We can save the government a heap of money but they are only going to bring it (the NBN) to the edge of town anyway. This uses the existing fibre optic and we can provide that cover to every home in Gunnedah,” he said.

Mr Marshall said the scheme could hook up any community with fibre optics.

“You could argue that it can negate the need for NBN Co to be rolling it out in these communities,” he said.

TUPS Company managing director Geoff Peach said the NBN forgets about 7 per cent of people in the most remote areas.

“There is a massive advantage for the population in having high speed broadband – it’s just the delivery I am confused about,” he said.

“I think if the approach that we had taken in Gunnedah was taken in every town we would save a great bit of money.”

A spokesman for Communications Minister Stephen Conroy said Wi-Fi would not be as fast as fibre-optic broadband.

“The Wi-Fi service is shared by many users, which causes a decrease in speed for every user accessing the service and is influenced by other factors which also significantly decrease speeds,” he said.

“Fibre to the premises technology is the state-of-the-art, future proof, fixed-line broadband technology that provides consistent speeds to all users. This is why it was chosen.”
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Regarding Supernova 1987A: Astrophysicists had long theorized that when a star explodes, most of its energy is released as neutrinos—low-mass, subatomic particles that fly through planets like bullets through tissue paper. Part of the theory is that in the early phase of this type of explosion, the only ob- servable evidence is a shower of such particles; it then takes another few hours for the inferno to emerge as visible light. As a result, scien- tists predicted that when a star went supernova near us, we’d detect the neutrinos about three hours before we’d see the burst in the visible spectrum. (The Long Tail by Chris Anderson p58)

Many people have cited 1987A as an example of FTL, which is an inaccurate representation. Whilst it would appear that if the neutrinos arrived hours before the light of the supernova it seems that FTL is possible, and even probable.

The short answer is that the neutrinos must have got a lead on the light. When supernovae occur, neutrinos AND photons are created at the core of the stars gravity well and start pouring out into space, but the other layers of the star are still in the way. Neutrinos fly through anything, they’re applied physics’ answer to ninjas, so they reach deep space far sooner. Photons however can be blocked, deflected, redirected, et cetera, even by the gaseous material getting blown away from the star so it appears it takes a few hours for the photons to begin to emit through or get through anything blocking it’s path. Logical? Very. It’s that difference that gives neutrinos a head start.

If neutrinos DID travel faster than light, there would have been a significantly different time span in arrivals in SN 1987A, which occured more than 150,000 light years away; which would mean neutrinos had a significant amount of time to overtake photons if they would or could. If the recent claims of FTL neutrinos were accurate, then the neutrinos from this event would have arrived SIX YEARS earlier than the photons did.

This doesn’t mean FTL is impossible, but it is highly improbable. If the above logic holds then the measurement is wrong; if the measurement is right however there could be something else more complicated than we can empirically measure at present occurring.

In this instance, the statue of liberty should be confiscated from the US and returned at the end of the year if good behaviour and better grades (ie: behaviour has a U, your English sucks!) then you MAY get it back. First and foremost, before reading my argument, I want to tell you what I want you to do. I want you to think about this, I want you to talk about this to three other people, perhaps even link this to them. I want you to spend 120 seconds to defend your liberty, the ‘freedom’ you so gladly instill on backwater middle eastern countries and tearing over sixty nations apart in the past thirty years.

I want you to write one email to your member or parliament, senator, or whatever representative comes up when you google your states government officers. It will take you less than 120 seconds, because you can cut and paste this URL and pass it on to them, letting them know you agree with this post and will vote accordingly. THEN! I want you to remember this, I know all American’s have a VERY short memory, I mean Bush did get voted in for two terms, even after being the most protested man in human history, more than Hitler! So try REALLY hard to keep this one in your goldfish brains. Next time an election is up, I want you to google the parties up on offer and GLANCE at their POLICIES. Policies are what you vote for people on, voting isn’t like football, you don’t go for the team your dad does, or your mates do. You vote based on your INTELLECTUAL evaluation of candidacies for the betterment of your country for your people. I know there’s some big words there, but still, hang in there kiddo, we’re almost there.

Your nation is full of infringements of liberty and lacks fundamental human rights and freedoms the rest of the world, especially Europe, Canada, Australia, etc still retain even though we have the same batshit insane September 11 based ‘anti-terrorism’ laws which give far too much power to law enforcement.

In the United States, during even a routine traffic stop, the police may place handcuffs on you, make you lay face down, make you stand somewhere, do something, or otherwise lose your freedom of movement. This is being placed under arrest. The second someone lays their hand on you and you feel you are no longer free to move of your own will, that right there is arrest. So, before you’re even SUSPECTED of anything criminal, they can arrest you.

Guilty until proven innocent? I think so.

The Patriot Act (one and two) allows the arbitrary kidnapping of US civillians without warrant, without having to inform them what they are charged with, without due process, without habeus corpus, with absolutely no human rights retained; and they are slipped off to countries with no human rights for ‘interrogation’. Keep going kids, you’re almost at the level of a 12 year old politically conscious Norwegian kid.

Human nature dictates that self-preservation surpasses all requisite needs of civility. Running from the police, evading arrest, destruction of evidence, and impeding a police investigation is the DUTY of every person arrested or persued by the police for self-preservation. It is a fundamental normality that every person wishes to live their life without infringement upon their liberty, and even criminals have a hard coded genetic urge to survive and live and enjoy their lives.

To criminalize these actions or deeds is to criminalize human nature, an unavoidable instinctive reaction in panic, fight or flight, et cetera. It is impossible to avoid such events, and it is purely the nature of the beast that such things occur. It is patently absurd, ignorant, and pure arrogance to claim otherwise, let alone to allow it to be the SOLE CHARGE that people are brought up on.

If the police chase you, and you’ve done nothing wrong to give them suspicion to chase you (therefore their chasing you isn’t warranted) in the United States THIS alone is a criminal offence, and you then get arrested just for not wanting to be arbitrarily arrested (or ‘detained’, or ‘cuffed for their safety while they ‘talk’ to you’) and have your entire day and possibly life derailed by some skin head chubby angry divorcee with nothing better to do than try and inflate his or her ego by dicking other people around.

We’ve all watched Cops, we know it happens, hell it even happens where I live sometimes; I personally have been dicked around by the police in all states except Western Australia and the Territories where the police are amazingly civil and polite and legitimately feel like they’re there to help you. I’m a nobody, an everyman, therefore an easy mark who will cop it, pay the fine, not fight the matter, and give them their figures that their entire budgets are based off (a whole other rant about how that sort of setup encourages bullying and corruption rather than protection of the innocent)!

And don’t even get me started on stings, or entrapment, let alone the fact television shows are made up entirely of corporate muppets staging such entrapments and causing criminality then liasing with the police to have them storm in and arrest people who otherwise without encouragement and baiting may not have committed a crime to begin with.

Or arresting you if you refuse to sign a traffic citation, which would be signed under duress of threat of imprisonment anyway, thus would be void even if signed; so that’s just a whole other circle jerk of assinine logic and poor understanding of the law enforced by your police and judges right there. Hell, your law enforcement think so little of you they make you place an inked hand or finger print on the back of citations, just as the English did in India to scare illiterate peasants that they could ‘track them down’ and made them ink a palm print on the back of contracts instead of signing them. I shit you not, google the history of fingerprints. You’re an illiterate Indian peasant to them, and you take it like a bitch and love every minute of it.

Now, that is the short and sweet argument I wanted to put forward, the inflammatory title line and my attempt at being abrasive is purely to make sure you’re somewhat bitter whilst reading this post, and now you should (provided you’re not mentally handicapped) realise that I just dropped some pretty profound wisdom on you, for your sake, for the sake of your family, and for the sake of your children; and in a round about way I am providing you with the right to arms you lost that was purely in place to overthrow tyranny and injustice when encountered.

I’ve armed you with an outsiders view, and the weapons of mass destruction I’ve tucked under your belt are your votes. Your government MUST fear you, they MUST know that if they do not provide what you demand you WILL sack them. You control this, and only you right now are responsible in my eyes for where your nation heads. Don’t vote another Bush in, don’t forget to vote, vote hard, on policy, and make fucking sure the pricks give you back your freedom!

Then and ONLY then will I have words with France and see if they’ll give you back your confiscated statue. Peace. <3

(For social network henchmen of both companies, who don’t know who I am, My social network and readership of my blog and demographic reach is pretty epic, my webbie award nominations put me ahead of folks like Ellen Degeneres, hell I even trumped Stephen Fry, and we know how prolific a social network whore he is. So, to Xbox AND Playstation, don’t miss the opportunity to thumb around my numbers and figure out just how much having me as a customer is worth and let’s talk.)

Many years ago, I registered my email address, and when it asked where I was I listed Australia; at some point it nagged me to move my files to the Australian Live servers, I didn’t want to, and left them in the US. When I bought my Xbox and made my account, it accepted my billing info to pay my XBL subscription but rejected any attempt to buy or do anything as I was apparently in the United States.

This took several days worth of messing around to rectify, and rather than fixing it their end, Xbox made me abandon my gamer tag and adopt a shitty variant of it (xBaSHxPR0MPTx) and I can’t even paid gamer tag name change it, not that I should have to as it was their own incompetence.

I’ve had many, many troubles between then and now, but this is the kicker that has me about to step off as an Xbox player.

In July Lullssec hacked Xbox Live and posted a tonne of accounts online. Xbox claimed it was a lie and were all DOODLOL NO SRSLY. It wasn’t a lie, they had been hacked.

I hadn’t logged into the account they forced me to make since the day I opened it, and recently after trying to GIVE THEM MONEY to buy something and them rejecting ALL of my payment methods (including new ones I added that do work) I went to their billing site to edit it on my PC because I was sick of using a controller to type.

I couldn’t remember the account name, so I had to search it in my Xbox, on logging in I had a message saying that my account was suspended (the email, not the XBL) and I had to give them a mobile number for them to send a four digit code to.

I did so, and the SMS directed me to a website that wasn’t the website I was actually on asking for the confirmation. I disregarded this as yet another unprofessional Microsoft negligence of oversight, with all their thousands of sites all interlinked with no passport like they claim to provide for universal access, I just punched in the numbers.

155 emails. All in Mexicanese or something. Apparently I was Darby Eldred though, not a very Mexican name. No fucking idea. Two people were on my MSN messenger though, which was interesting as I had never used it, ever. I asked both of them if they knew who Darby Eldred was, or why they were on my MSN, they replied in moonspeak so I gave up. I resecured my account, then went back to the Xbox site.

I refreshed all my billing details (mind you my XBL gold membership comes out monthly with no problem at all) and kept being met with (aside from server lag on their site): Your payment instrument could not be authorized. Please contact your provider, or try a different payment option.

I entered every credit card I own to get the same message, I even entered two paypal accounts. All of the CC’s are fine and work elsewhere, as do the paypal accounts, but nope, no joy.

Either way, over the years I have wasted several days of my life chasing them up to fix their own fucking mistakes. The fact they deny that any accounts were hacked, and yet clearly my account was, and the date the emails started were conveniently the same month, is more of a sign of their inability to 1. offer a legitimate functional service, 2. make life easier for the consumer, 3. tell the truth.

So, I’m finally done. I’ve had enough of their shit, and I encourage any of you who are wondering why people prefer PC games over console games to seriously consider whether you play your Xbox enough for your subscription. If you don’t, cancel it. Every dollar you starve them will make them realise that their service dropping off will yield players dropping off also.

So, Xbox Australia, the ball is in your court. You can contact me at bashprompt@ymail.com or on +6145 003 BASH (2274) and tell me why you’re a big bunch of jerks who can’t run a business, fix my gamer tag back to what it should be, and fix my account so I can give you my money for your stupid products that are all overpriced in Australia (for international readers, over here we pay anywhere up to $150 per game, whereas you pay $20-30, and our Australian dollar is much stronger than the US dollar so there is absolutely no reasoning why) and a bloody good excuse as to why you make my life so hard.

If you choose not to, I’ll give you 31 days to give it a shot, then I’m open to communication from Playstation. Use the information as above, make me an offer, and win me as a gamer.

Round one. Fight!

This got me to wondering about moral ambiguity of entertainment. I have, throughout my life, noted far more objectification of men by women than women by men. The generic smutty office worker, 20-40, slightly chubby from a desk job, always posting photos of themselves on facebook with a glass of wine in hand because that’s totally hip atm, that demographic springs to mind. And before we continue, keep in mind that I’ve never had trouble getting female attention, and whilst I hate both genders equally I hope that my introspection can help a few of you out there. Also keep in mind that whilst this is written for a primarily female audience, every element can logically and deductively be boiled down to applying to men too, so you have no excuse if you have a penis not to walk away from this article with some new ideas.

When you go to Sydney’s gay and lesbian mardi gras, the VAST majority of people present are women, out for a perve on all the naked gay men, even all the gay guys I know point out that there’s 500 horny women for every gay man on parade. When you watch TV there’s all this pseudo-pornographic romantic tripe all over the tube, from Twilight to True Blood, all vampire and werewolf related shit now has taken on a perverse Riceian sexuality. It’s very common place to notice women publicly harassing boys, I know I get heckled at least once a week by a car load of females on a Friday or Saturday night, sometimes more, and I find it extremely awkward.

What happened to workmen on a work site making lewd comments and whistles at women? Guys don’t dare, because they’ll be slapped with a sexual harassment charge in a heartbeat. But boys look at porn right? Well, yes and no. The purpose of it is far more clinical than women realise, there’s no emotiveness behind it, it’d be comparable to a woman using a sex toy to jack off. Men are sex crazed, right? Well, besides the genetic dispensation to have a higher sexual urge than women, I often find that if the truth is told women are at least equal to men in that regards.

Whether it’s slutty dolls and 10 year olds gyrating their hips like some latina singer on MTV through to the office dwelling sex crazed wine toting weirdos, there is a very distinct societal change developing which seems to have spun off from the 60′s to 80′s female empowerment movement and now those people are in positions of influence they’re pushing forwards some very morally vacuous agendas.

At the end of the day you’ve definitely got to recognise that all the above behaviour is pushed by marketing and advertising, whether you like it or not, you’re going to do as you’re told and become consumption machines and eat up what you’re told is the current trend. And yet, if you take a step back, and evaluate things, extrapolated from all this nonsense there are serious moral foundations in society being broken down and destroyed.

If you academic.google around you’ll actually find that infidelity in relationships is falling well and truly into the female side of the relationship being more likely to, and with Dolly, Cosmo, etc and other softcore pornographic magazines with content that would get it an RC rating over here if it weren’t passed off as sexual education you can see where a lot of these trends are coming from.

To add insult to injury, there is a very, very strong emphasis as of the last two decades on mens body shapes. I’m not talking mad pumped up jacked in on roids type of body, but there is DEFINITELY more pressure on men to conform to Calvin Klien models than there is on women to conform to Barbie, and both conformity agendas being pushed tend to be perpetrated by women, and womens industries, especially women in media.

I first hand know of many relationships which involve partners who freely admit they find X type of demographic of men to their partners who are completely nothing like they demographic they’re talking about, and they do it in a way that they think window shopping in this manner is normal, but would flip their shit if the male in the relationship even accidentally glanced at a female, or even more hilariously, they’d rage senselessly at the guy if a girl flirted with them as though it’s the mans fault.

Another big element in this issue is mens desperation. By being completely cuntstruck and desperate, you kowtow to whatever you’re given and cop it on the chin, when there is definitely an abundance of other potential partners out there. It’s male competativeness and need that drives them to try and compete by absolutely throwing away any self-respect or dignity they may have and tolerating things they really shouldn’t just to try and seal the deal with a specific female as opposed to turning their head and realising there’s 3 billion other women in the world.

This could also reflect peoples complete and utter lack of understanding of their ‘level’ in the dating world. I will admit men have a very low bar, which again proves my statement that men are desperate fucks. Women on the other hand would rather be 50 year old virgins who watch above mentioned pseudo-porn for girls and live in fantasy worlds jerking off over dirty 50 year old mexican drug fucked skeezy filmstars like Johnny Depp instead of appreciating what they have right in front of them. I know of quite a few girls who’re in their 20′s and never had a boyfriend but do all of the above and even when a reasonably attractive man approaches them they write them off as fugly and treat them like crap.

I’ve never had a problem finding or keeping women, I’m decent enough aesthetically, but more often than not my personality is the keeper aspect, so I can say the above without the vitriol and jaded mentality of some balding hairy fat drop kick virgin who lives in his mothers basement. I’m not butthurt or angry at womankind, and as I stated above it’s well and truly mens faults just as much, but the bottom line is; women are generally more intelligent than men, so if I make this realisation why haven’t they?

I’m also sick of seeing female sexual predators, it disgusts me how many women 10-50 years older than Justin Beiber are OBSESSED with him. I swear to god, if there was a female version (although there never is, see, boy singers, boy bands, and even girl bands are all angled towards a female market) and men significantly older than her illegal ass were all saying what some of these creeps say online you KNOW the police would be arresting and charging them and locking them away; but do these creepy middle aged kiddy fiddling pedophile housewives get any punitive measures? Of course not, they’re women.

The frustrating part is the ambiguity of culpability. I’m rather biased, and I honestly think that men are all to blame, because they’ll sell their own mother into slavery for a bit of T&A, but I do think I am naive in thinking so and am aware that arguments towards women being equally or more so at fault are possibilities. I just hate men more than women though, so I tend to lean towards that.

On the flipside, it would be far easier for women to take the moral high road, or rather, regain it, over their dicked counterparts given that their decline is a very recent trend that is somehow fuelled by female liberty falsly at best.

Gaggles of women together pushing peer pressure that your boyfriend or husband is ‘controlling’ or dominating your life or what not is usually a good example of the fickleness of dealing with this type of shit. Some men are controlling. But all female friends who don’t get along 100% with your boy will definitely say he’s controlling. It’s like crying wolf, which makes objective evaluation so difficult.

One sure fire way to not hurt your boy is to treat him exactly as he treats you. You don’t see him rubbing in your face that he finds chicks with EE tits attractive and only EE attractive, then shuns and complains about how flat chested someone with DD tits are, when all the while you’re sitting there with a C wondering why he’s hurting you like that. So don’t do the same and objectify other men, hell, if you’re looking at other men then your relationship isn’t working out, move on, for his and your sake.

If he does start looking at women, call him out on it, but don’t go mental, you’ll just seem insecure and psychotic. Bringing up issues like that is a delicate matter, you can repress things then eventually explode, but you can also harp on it too much and appear nuts, so find a balance. Most importantly though, remind him he’s not single.

Many people will be all hurr durr well there’s nothing wrong with looking it’s natural, but then they’ll sever the testes of their boy if they caught them doing that but think it’s fine if they do. Hypocrisy is rife in relationships in general, so the real trick is to manage a good level of communication and minimise the hypocrisy, there will always be some though. But you have to accept first and foremost that what is ‘natural’ isn’t always ‘right’ and can quite often be wrong. It’s not natural for men to be monogamous creatures, even in animals where assumed monogamy is part of their mating you will VERY often find the male straying, the reasoning falls down to genetic immortality, males are given a compulsion to go out and spread their genetics in any way they can.

One element that explains this in a laymans scientific manner, before I get back onto a collection of protips from my readings this evening, from my life experience, and from discussions with friends is, the genetic primal desire to propogate. If you have an island with 1 woman and 99 men you will have 1 child every 9 months. If you have an island with 99 women and 1 man you will have 99 children every 9 months; so the genetics to sleep around and spread your genetic material far and wide is more prevalent in society purely because people WITH that disposition to begin with have bred significantly more than monogamous men and thus more men are biased towards wandering. So be thankful if your boy doesn’t wander too often!

If you often do things without each other it’s important to be transparant. Tell each other where you’re going, who you’ll be with, keep in touch while you’re gone, that’s just common courtesy. If something happens while you’re out, say, other boys hit on you, or worse you approach them, tell your boy rather than risk someone else telling him. Witholding information is the same as lying, also manipulating what you say like a New York city contracts law solicitor is even more painful to a guy, say it straight, don’t try to mitigate.

Always tell each other stuff straight up and honestly, try to avoid situations where you will flat deny things when being called out, because most times men will do that as a trap, they already know the answer to the questions they’re going to ask; they just want to test the level of your loyalty and honesty with them by seeing what YOU say to them about the matter. This is one I and every guy I know has done many times before, and it’s something commonly referred to as ‘the girlfriend trap’, ironically not because you’re trapping a girlfriend, but because it’s a relationship control dynamic that was most commonly employed by teenage girlfriends you’ve probably had over the years to trap YOU, and you as an adult will ashamedly employ it yourself.

When trying to work through a problem do it textually, it gives you time to think and takes a lot of heat out of the situation, but DON’T ever exacerbate it by trying to defend yourself. Say your man catches you checking out beefy muscled guys all the time, whatever you do don’t send them an email being all so what, I’m attracted to muscley guys, but it’s not like they have to be Hulk Hogan or elements that pretty much just reinforce the guys fear that you’re enforcing a body image on him and if he doesn’t meet that you’ll continue to window shop, it says to him “Oh my expectations aren’t ridiculous, although you think they are because you’re not a beefcake, but gee it’s not like I’m asking you to be a WWE RAW competitor, just built like all the guys I look at,” which is still saying he’s not what you want.

Definitely don’t say that that’s not all you look for in a guy either, because if the issue is he keeps noticing you looking at guys of that demographic then what you’re doing is saying “I don’t look for built guys only, I want more than that.” which translates to a guy as “You catch me only looking at built guys, but I feel bad because I am being shallow, but don’t really care and will continue to window shop.” If you were happy with him, you wouldn’t be window shopping, just as he doesn’t because he’s happy with you, and you know how unstable you’d get if you kept catching him checking out girls with something that is more genetic than by choice, as the example of being a beefcake is.

Definitely don’t say that you look at a boys face first when you’ve been busted by him checking out male prawns (rip the head off before you eat it) or webcamming with guys who’ve got incredible deal breaker mugs on them or worse still pretend personality matters, when lust has no other element to it aside from physical attraction. Remind yourself why you’re with who you’re with, and if you don’t find them physically attractive, or have lost interest, in fairness to them, go elsewhere instead.

If you find yourself attracted to other people, then there’s definitely something wrong with the way you feel with your partner. If you have requirements out of the ordinary and seek attention from other men, again, there’s definitely something wrong that you need to work out before it grows like a cancer and consumes the psyche of your partner (assuming they’re innocent and you’ve just lost interest out of selfish reasons, it’s cruel to put them through that shit). Don’t gush about the million reasons you love them more when it’s a lust issue, it just adds insult to injury because if they have ALL that going on, and some dude just has a good six pack, that’s telling people that you’ll give up ALL that, or risk ALL that for a ugly dolt with a six pack and basically does confirm you’re shallow.

One element a lot of girls don’t realise is, they place unrealistic expectations on men’s body images. Take abs for example, you have to have a very dangerously low body fat level to attain them, and still have to spend a fair bit of time staying super fit to keep them, but you’ll only get that ‘ripped’ look if you’re in that lucky 5-10% of the worlds population who have the genetic disposition to be super lean. So while your gaggle of girlfriends are flicking the bean over ripped boys in your smut mags, keep in mind that what you’re doing is the male equivilent of boys lusting over girls with stupidly massive breasts and tiny waists and other unattainable elements that only a minority of the worlds females genetically possess.

Another definite no-no is to tell them that they’re just paranoid, then cite lies or witholds you’ve stated in the past as truths and demand they believe you; you need to prove yourself to them just as you would expect them to. Change your behaviour, remove elements that you shouldn’t have had in the first place (such as window shopping) and most definitely drastically alter the way you interact with them, become more proactive, show them that you lust over them as much as you love them, especially in situations where you’ve been caught out lusting over other men, even from a distance.

Never play hard to get, it’s cute for about five minutes, but it’s not normal. Also always initiate physical intimacy, even more than he does, especially if you have in the past with other partners, AND especially if he knows this, otherwise you’ll give the kid a complex and insult him on so many levels he’ll probably psychologically withdraw and you’ll suddenly find you just don’t have sex anymore or haven’t for months. Make him feel special, if he makes you feel special, make him feel even more special. Count how many times he compliments you, makes you smile, makes you feel good about yourself, or .. well, you catch the drift, and double it. If both of you try and outdo each other then you’ll be in a sickeningly happy relationship for a very long time.

Never, ever, ever blow off his needs for something selfish. Don’t ditch him to go out and get pissed with your mates, never exclude him from something like that. Never blow him off and give your attention to another male. Whatever you do, don’t do drugs, stay in school, oh … wait. Well, no, I guess that’s valid. I guess the bottom line is, do unto others … we all know that one, just put it into practice more. Most of all, if you hurt him, chase him, and don’t stop until you’ve made it better beyond any possible doubt.

God, I could keep going for hours but I think I’ll leave it there. I hope at least some of this rant has given some of you a bit of food for thought.

The first time I encountered death I was seven years old. My grandmother was very ill, my parents took me to the hospice she was in. I thought they made a typographical error on the sign and it was a hospital, although it looked more like a hotel. I remember the tardy 70′s pebblecrete flooring in the gardens, which were I must say, very pretty. It was a very quiet little tranquil place, and her room’s door opened into it’s own little garden area. I should point out that I later found out it was a very pricey hospice at that, kind of the Hilton for the dying, what irony.

I remember seeing her frail little frame, she was tiny, almost as tiny as me. She always wore wigs, even though she had her hair, it was an old woman thing I think back then. Her own hair had thinned a lot due to illness, I didn’t know she had terminal liver cancer and bowel cancer. She was yellow, and skeletal, I was quite alarmed but I didn’t want to disappoint my parents and show fear, especially in front of the strangers there who were her carers and staff. I didn’t spend long, I remember her pointing at me her hand shaking and trembling, she whispered, no, croaked, “He doesn’t need to be here.” pointing at me.

My father reassured me with a hand on the shoulder. He was a very big and strong man, with very big hands, but so gentle in the way he clasped me. I lied, it was my first lie to someone dying, the first of many. “I want to be here Nan,” I said. When you’re little you don’t understand what’s going on. I sure as hell didn’t when my father was speaking to the carers there in hushed whispers, as my mother stood, tears running down her eyes. My grandmother raised her hand towards me, she wanted me to hold her hand. I shrunk back in terror.

She was never very warm, even with her children, I remember one time at a family gathering in parting hugs time I accidentally hugged her and she accidentally hugged me back, we stopped, looked at each other awkwardly, and backed away sharing a “Okay, that was weird, let’s not talk about that again.” type glance. But there she was with her frail little hand extended, her weakened muscles straining upwards to hold her arm extended eventually collapsing letting her arm flop over the side of the bed. I clung to my mother. At this point my father had asked the staff to make sure that she was taken care of.

I didn’t know what taken care of was, but there was an emphasis on it, almost a desperation. I knew she was suffering immensely, even a fool could see that. If she were an animal, you’d be locked up for abuse for letting her suffer in that way. The next morning was easter, the phone rang and voices lulled in the background from a regular level to a quiet calm tone. My mother came to find me, I’d crawled into my parents bed and was pulling on a curtain beside it making a tent between me and the house, looking out through the one way tinted glass into the garden and wondering if I could catch a glimpse of a bunny laden with eggs.

I saw in her eyes that something was wrong, I must have, because I immediately said “Nanny is dead isn’t she?” and my mother nodded, barely holding back tears, she explained to me that she was going to avoid telling me until tomorrow, so I could have my easter without tears. I didn’t cry. I wasn’t happy, but no tears came and I didn’t feel grief. I felt sympathy and pity for my parents though.

That was the first time I encountered death, and he was a barrel of dicks IMO.

Years passed before the next one visited me, other family dropped off the perch in distant lands, many of them. A great uncle here, a second cousin there, I even found out my grandmother, the ‘Nan’ one, her first husband or my fathers father had died in the 70′s after moving to Australia after their divorce overseas. So that didn’t quite hit home. The next surprise was my father. He had a tendon in his shoulder and went in for routine key hole day surgery. About a month later he had severe stomach aches, kidney stones they said, they booked him in for a month away or some ridiculous time to remove them.

A day after his diagnosis, he collapsed on the floor in the lounge room. He was in agony, clenching his stomach. As I said earlier, he was a very big and strong man so to see him showing pain (I’m talking a guy who’d accidentally nail gun his hand to a wall, pull it out, come inside and be like “HAHAHA WOW LOOK AT THAT GROSS HUH” without even a twinge of pain in his eyes, but he was in serious agonizing pain) so much that I think it almost scared the shit out of me. I rushed him to the hospital, knowing I can drive faster than an ambulance driving here and back. Ironically, on the way home from the hospital I saved a man’s life as he tried to kill himself, but that’s a story for another occasion.

When I got home I figured he was in good hands and curled up and went to sleep. The next day I got a call from my mother telling me he’d been moved to a bigger hospital and is in surgical high dependency there. On arrival there were several doctors milling around, my mother and I were asked to come into his room, the curtain was drawn, and we were told that my father had a clot in his portal vein in his stomach, and that he is going to die. There was no suggestion or talk of if, when, how, why, just that he was going to die. It was that sudden.

A whirlwind of months passed, as terrible mistakes were made in his treatment by staff in the hospital, in irony the ICU passed over shifts by mouth and scrawls on a white board instead of reading the notes on the file. Fuck, I even stopped them performing an emergency stomectomy at one point when it appeared his gut had become necrotic, based on the fact he hadn’t ‘passed’ a dye they inserted into him, a dye that five minutes earlier the nurses drained using suction from the other end. But regardless, his death was very long, very painful, and extremely horrific.

He was left open from a botched surgery, his entire torso was sliced in two and open, dressed to prevent too much infection occuring, but he’d already caught MRSA (a medicine resistant infection that does very nasty things and is very hard to kill) but to add to that he was still on life support, a tracheotomy was performed to make the hose down his throat more comfortable but from that day forth we could no longer talk to him. That was the hardest part, and the longest in his decline. What was meant to kill him in under 24 hours had dragged on so long a birthday, a Christmas and an easter had come and gone.

We learnt or read his  facial gestures, he’d use blinks to communicate yes and no. He was actually quite creative in his expression. But then one day all he’d do is shake his head, over and over again. No, no, no. “Are you comfortable?” No. “We want you to get better, we want you home.” No. “Mum misses you, and you need to finish painting the study she says, so hurry up and get better.” No. “I love you dad.” No. He wanted to die. I knew it, but couldn’t bring myself to accept it. No more. That’s what he was trying to communicate to us. That it was futile, it was over, but his body was keeping him alive.

I grew and developed a lot as a human being in that time, possibly more than the rest of my life. Spending so long in the ICU waiting lounge, making endless coffees for newbies on the scene who didn’t know their arse from their elbow, translating medical babble to laymans, comforting and petting where appropriate. You become part of the staff. You become part of the furniture. I swear anyone who spends more than a month in an ICU waiting room and remains sane should be given a psychology degree. It really is an eye opener into the human condition. But alas, I digress.

In that time I had been told too many times that “You’re my rock,” and “I need your strength,” and other such compliments which in reality are spirit crushing titles that force you to appreciate that any semblence of emotional strength will end up with you being the foundation on which everyone will attempt to stay for stability when things are traumatic. This came from family, friends, and even strangers who’s family or friends were in ICU, all of which ultimately became as close as family, especially the long termers. You can’t share the same room 20 hours a day with the same people, so emotionally vulnerable, without bonding in a way that you couldn’t anywhere else.

He died surrounded by love ones with me holding his hand and petting him slowly and softly to comfort him.

My grandfather came next, sparing him the loss of his daughter shortly afterwards. His was fast, he’d been going senile for years, but on medical investigation as to the cause it turned out that he had vascular issues that had starved his brain of oxygen and, for a less medical description, had been as though he’d been shot in the brain with a shotgun with random little areas dead and destroyed. They MRI’d his entire body and he was absolutely riddled with cancer. He died within days of being put in an aged care home, there was no point taking up palliative care, and the aged home is one of the best in the country with on site pain management, so he died comfortably.

My aunt on the other hand, his daughter, died from a brain tumor. My mother noticed she was slurring a little tiny (undetectable to me and others) bit, the tumor was agressive. Many months of treatments and a very slow and gradual decline came on. I wasn’t particularly close during the death of my grandfather or my aunt, I loved them, obviously, but I think after my father I was just entirely emotionally vacuous around death.

Now my grandmother’s small cell carinoma (a kind of lung cancer) has caught up with her. When first diagnosed they gave her ‘weeks to months’, after six rounds of chemo she was cancer free, the tumors weren’t in remit, they were GONE. Her cancer status on her file didn’t read ‘remission’, but ‘resolved’. The excitement shared between my mother and I was great. We NEVER have good luck with hospitals, once people go in they never come out.

A week and a half ago she went into hospital because she was tripping balls on her new level of pain meds (80mg OCdone x dbm /w 20mg OCtin x bmar) but they found she had abnormally high calcium levels, in the blood gas analyses that went on they noticed markers for liver cancer present, a full MRI revealed a tumor in her cerebellum and in the bone of her skull, along with another in her liver. The brain one was small, the liver one I’m unsure of, I couldn’t bring myself to read the MRI as I didn’t want to see it, or have to explain it to my mother.

None the less, she’s gone downhill so rapidly she’s gone from hopping in and out of cars, putting her own seat belt on, dressing herself, eating and feeding herself, etc to being bed bound in a nappy and fed sludge through a tube kind of thing. Tonight I visited her, she was whimpering in pain, my mother left her six hours earlier and she was actually talking, and asked for me (she asked for me often, as she forgets things now). Now she can’t talk at all. She reacted with her facial features though, but wouldn’t / couldn’t talk or open her eyes. I chatted to her for a bit and was petting her and asked her to open her eyes, and she did so, she has such piercing blue eyes. I’d never realised before, but I have my grandmothers eyes, and they’re possibly the feature of me I get most compliments on actually.

She didn’t keep them open long though, and I could see tears welling in them. I know she knows she’s dying, but no one has told her, they’re keeping it from her to avoid further anxiety. Yesterday she told me she wanted a pill to make her die, because she knew she was going to die anyway and wanted it over and done with. She is still fairly lucid, which makes it all so much harder. She kept taking my hand and making me pet her face, that absolutely broke my heart.

Unlike the first time, this, the second last family member (hopefully for a long time) I didn’t freak out when she gave me her hand, I held it, petted her, and told her I love her and that she’s the best grandmother I could have ever asked for. Yesterday she thought mum only visited for a minute or two then left because she was ‘too upset’, but in actuality she’d been there six hours, today almost twice that; so to reaffirm that to my grandmother I told her another lie to the dying, that my mother is there day and night in a chair that’s just behind her where she can’t see.

Although I did have a chat to her nurse and told him I’m DEFINITELY moving to a country where euthanasia is legal when I’m 50+. As a child the idea apalled me, it really did, on every level. Now, having grown up and seen the suffering people go through, I find it disgusting that we’re not enlightened enough to allow each person the choice and the right to die. I’ve always said if I find out I have cancer or something terminal I’ll shoot myself; the problem is when it gets to the point that it’s neccessary, you’re usually too fucked up to be able to focus enoguh to do the deed let alone plan it out.

She won’t live for more than a few days now. Whilst I feel bad for lying to her about frequent visits, and whilst I feel like a monster for not finding her a way out, and not getting her home so she can die there as she requested, or for having to leave early because I can’t stand to see her suffer like that, the thing about the chair sticks in my mind more than anything.

I hope it brings her some comfort thinking that my mother is always just beside her out of view.

HOW are they killing it? They are under the misconception that motorsports vehicles are all dedicated and not used on roads, this is wrong. GQ16 Schedule R first paragraph points out something across most disciplines.

1. Each vehicle must be registered for use on public roads with an appropriate government authority, or be subject of a vehicle permit issued by an appropriate government authority, which authorises the vehicle’s use on public roads and must be covered by a policy of third party insurance. The engine and chassis numbers must agree with those shown on the certificate of registration or permit.

All motorsports vehicles generally also have to have six point racing harnesses and six point roll over protection systems (roll cages) with side intrusion struts. These are EXPLICITLY ILLEGAL FOR USE ON ROADS in NSW and Victoria, our more fascist states for my international readers.

I have been preparing a rally vehicle for getting back into the discipline, and every step of the way I have been confronted with LAWL ILLEGAL from the RTA and police. Half the time even if it’s legal, the police will disagree and sticker you then you have to fight the matter with the RTA and Police for the next three months all the while unable to use the vehicle.

With CAMS and the FIA enforcing safety requirements to protect their drivers, and the RTA forcing us to not use any safety equipment aside from a lap and sash seat belt, we’re caught between a rock and a hard place.

To make matters worse the RTA will not aknowledge European safety standards, which are significantly superior to Australia’s ADR. The purpose for this is, companies then have to pay huge license and testing fees to the RTA, who will then issue them with an ADR certification. The problem with this is, we’re a VERY small country and for most corporations we have too many problems to make us financially viable as a market to enter.

This means we have outdated … well, everything, and most stuff you CAN get here is imported by individuals and sold at anywhere up to a 1000% mark up (ROPS system from OMP, the rolls royce of safety for my Fiesta RS, 280 euro, in Australia $6,800) so we struggle even just to get the gear to participate in the sport.

The importance of motorsports in road safety is intrinsic. Safety gear used in the sport often comes into general public use 20-30 years after it features in something like Formula 1. Motorsports give people a vent to blow off steam and enjoy their cars in a safe, controlled and education-drive environment. It encourages people to appreciate the safety required at speed, and the skill that is integral to driving effectively.

Australia has always been behind the times in this regards though, in the 60′s and 70′s mag wheels were illegal because they were ‘dangerous and deadly’, tint was illegal until the late 70′s, and one way tint (similar to bus advertisements that cover the windows, etc) was illegal up until the 2000′s. Lap and sash belts were even illegal until the 60′s. So it’s no surprise really.

The problem is, we bleed skilled sportsmen like mad. We had the best sporting shooters in the world, and won all the olympic gold medals, but after changes to laws all our sporting shooters who used to bring home the gold like crazy have all moved to the US. Our motorsports guys, especially privateers who don’t have multi-million dollar budgets (which is often where some of the biggest champion drivers emerge) are fleeing the country like mad.

So, I appeal to you all should you have a moment to pop off an email to complaints@rta.nsw.gov.au and let them know you think they stink, link to this article, and let’s hope perhaps they wisen up. At present Vic Roads are also bringing in even more insane road rules, and the federal government are looking at unified road laws across all states and territories which are so strict and stringent that you’re going to get a lot more ‘hoon’s lashing out in frustration that they don’t have anywhere else to blow off steam and enjoy the thrill of racing.

Outlawing safety equipment, not recognising external authorities superior standards, and generally killing one of the worlds most loved sports off in our country is NOT a good representation of what the RTA should be doing in the best interest of all Australians. In fact, it is utterly absurd.

I won’t hold my breath on any reform, however.

I, like all males, have no interest in it and assumed it was just more Twifaggotry and wrote it off. But more and more people I know have spoken about how awesome it is, many are young and most have boyfriends hell many have husbands.

What I didn’t know is it’s the largest instance of mass hypocrisy and a more contemporary example of sexism against men and objectification of men, along with image crushing emotional scarring that men have forced on them more than women do in modern society.

I noticed that the demographic of fandom into this new Rice-esque vampirism of faggoty Calvin Klein models and very normal almost unthreatening female characters had caught the attention of many girls who I’d probably categorize as the type of sexist chauvinistic pig that deserves euthanasia if not at least being desexed, but I didn’t quite twig as to how prevalent it is.

The kinds of constantly single (gee, wonder why) or walking STD factories that host these marathons also rope in girls who I’d expect far better from, especially given their age or marital status.

Now I’m far from a prude, but it’s the mass hyporpcrisy and trend towards overt sexism against men about this that is really illuminated by current societal norms moving towards the hypersexualisation of females.

I don’t know a single female who wouldn’t flip their shit and get angry at their partner if they were watching porn, overtly, and didn’t give a fuck if their partner knew but hoped that the ambiguity of the brand name of porn will hide that what they’re doing is going over friends places for porn fests.

If a guy did that, he’d find himself single REALLY fast.

Then we have the flip side, women raging about body image stress from models and the like. Those models aren’t there for men to look at, they’re a clothes horse for women’s clothes for women to look at. If that gives them body issues perhaps they should take a look at the ‘expected normality’ imposed on men.

I’ve always been fit, and I’m in no means insecure, but recently having Gaines an easy 10kgs due to medication I’m on I was looking for other fit men on the same meds to see what they did and what their experiences were.

What I found was, more men are insecure to the point of emotional harm, than women in any demographic circle I’ve frequented, and more have serious depression based from this as a curvy girl is ‘womanly’ and the enduring concept of women being comforting baby pooping factories allows chub, but the image of a man has slowly drifted to steroid built protein shake and no solid food intake men al la the film “300″.

The body image of women, not addressing the super skinny but more the mean example of female image is actually something most females achieve by eating healthy and being active a couple of days a week.

The body image of men requires hormone level sabotaging, starving to below 4% body fat, living off protein shakes and exercising an hour a day with an added two hours two days a week. And that’s the regime I used just to get abdominal definition in my hey day.

Then we have the whole issue of men being judged by women, partners, friends, or even ransoms if they so much as look at porn in the privacy of their own home, not some publicly advertised smutfest of a bunch of hipster sluts like a True Blood marathon by any means.

See, men are a visual creature, women are emotional. Men are the hypersexual of the species like most male animals as in nature courting is more a case of fighting the competition off, physically overpowering and raping the female, especially after a few seasons where they know that if a boy jumps them they have the displeasure of having to carry, bare and raise their young.

Women lack these fundamental psychological and genetic dispensations and this current trend seems enforced by peer pressure, and when you follow that social network to the queen bee enforcing the peer pressure it’s always some massively Americanized Hollywood obsessed twat who eats up what the consumerist market tells her to.

This decade we’ve also seen the emergence of equality in alcoholism, longish behavior, and boarding on competitive immorality from the female gender as the male. These are all new things that I would argue objectively are alien both culturally and socially, and something that is entirely foreign to Australia on top of all that. It’s purely American culture reflecting out to other nations, and it’s entirely built by the current Gen Y obsession with conformity to what they are told by any Tom Dick and Harry is normal, and if you’re to stop and question it clearly you’re a prude, or take things too seriously, or heaven forbid, you’re having a rant, not objectively analyzing what appears to be societal decay happening giving us all a front row seat to the show.

So next time you see some chick ranting about True Blood whilst having a “OMG I LUV @MYBF SO MUCH” in her bio, pop -him- a tweet and educate him, let him know clearly her love is subjective and she doesn’t have a problem lusting after other men behind his back, even worse, doing it overtly so all her friends and those on her feed are completely aware that she doesn’t give a fuck and is proud that she spends her weekends lusting over other men behind his back, which is possibly the biggest insult as it’s public humiliation and disrespect except most men wouldn’t twig on this or even realize.

You’d feel obligated to do the same if a guy on your list kept going on about say, some inconspicuous bar he and his friends go on about as totally awesome and go to often as a group while accidentally leaving out the part that it’s a strip joint and he goes there to lust over other women while his loving girlfriend is oblivious and sitting at home. You’d not only out him but give him a good smack about the head for it.

The cancerous effect that mass consumerism at a cost to societal cohesiveness has wrought may seem not to be too drastic, but I challenge you to look below the surface at ‘ladette’ culture, female alcoholism, and the statistical surpassment of men being the more likely to cheat being flipped on it’s head. I challenge you to ask the hard questions, and ignore the victim defense of clearly women are being exploited by being convinced this is normal or even acceptable behavior. It takes two to tango.

The ladette culture as a whole I should add comes in different guises, I know many hipster wanks who are ladettes in regards to thinking it’s fine to go clubbing without their boyfriends purely because they want to play up, flirt with other men, get with other men, or overtly lust over and ‘like looking at’ other men and think that’s absolutely fine. I feel sorry for men in such relationships, especially if they legitimately love their partner and are given the mushroom treatment about any of the above information.

I definitely feel sorry if they’re scared to talk about it openly, when in reality the pressure all this puts on relationships and especially the men in them (keep in mind men have societal pressure to not be sad, depressed, suicidal, hurt, jealous, offended, or feeling insecure or disrespected as that’s ‘being a pussy’ and heaven forbid if they talk about it) causes more harm than any other social pressure, effect, disease or disorder especially on men’s psychological well being and even health.

We deserve better.

I thought I’d introduce you all to a podcast on iTunes I have been listening to recently; it breaks from the normal boring preachy atheist that causes me to troll them and call atheism a religion.

In one edition it even touches on female genital mutilation, although falls short of male genital mutilation which to date has very few scientific arguments (less in this century than any other), but is more a culture of “If I am, my son should be,” thus passing on an abusive act which somewhere stemmed from pseudoscience, paranoia, or a pact with some fictional deity.

That being said, I want to go on record to Jews and Muslims out there. Any ‘god’ that says hey to follow me you have to live by a lifestyle akin to a bunch of old wives tails, oh, and you have to slice half your knob off … dude, you just run, ok?

You do not stay and chat, you do not humor it, you run because clearly it’s batshit insane and evil.

If your god created us perfect, why would you take a scalpel to little boys and girls? Fuck mutilators, fuck religious zealots.

So, take a moment to sit down and have a listen through:

Reasonable Doubts Podcast
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Whilst captive bolt method has degraded since the above lobby groups have pushed that it be a legal requirement it does not cause brain death instantly (claiming that spreads BSE, allegedly), but rather knocks the animal out and doesn’t pierce the cranium this method is still far less horrific than the video footage Australia got to see a while back.

Back in 1998 a halal slaughter house in Melbourne was shut down after video footage was leaked out, but more recently the footage exposed to the Australian public was from Indonesia and the level of depravity depicted was on par with what I’ve seen conducted WITHIN Australia as far as halal and kosher slaughter goes but it was the first time Australian’s had seen the meat industry in all it’s glory.

Don’t get me wrong, no preconceptions required here, I’m not a tree hugger, a hippie, or a vegetarian. I see the economical and ecological viability and requirements around me and adopt them as ethical business practice however. Therein lay my frustrations with Nico Botha and his ilk. The type of person who through negligence of their own part then plays off to the media as an ‘Aussie battler’ out to make a fair crust when in reality their own stupidity looks to be their downfall, yet ultimately they file a claim and underwriters fix it all whilst they get to trap off at the press and be used as a political lynch pin or bargaining chip.

As reported today on News.com.au:

Nico Botha owns Moola Bulla station in Western Australia and he told heraldsun.com.au he will start to cull cattle tomorrow because he can’t keep feeding them.

“Rather than let them starve to death over two or three months, I’m going to shoot them quickly,” Mr Botha said.

“My property is over-grazed and I have got too many cattle, I have to look forward to the next year or two.”

Mr Botha slammed Agriculture Minister Joe Ludwig for failing to work through the problems properly and for leaving cattle stranded.

“It’s going to be far worse, now animals are going to die in their thousands in paddocks and nobody cares about that.”

A ban on live exports to Indonesia was put in place after horrific images of cows being tortured and harassed before slaughter were broadcast on the ABC.

“Moola Bulla,”
“Hello, may I speak to Nico Botha please?”
“Speaking,”
“Hello Nico, I saw your recent issues in the news, I hear you’re in rough times financially?”
“Yep,” said almost hopeful, as though I’m some carrion media mogul about to throw him money.
“I just wanted to congratulate you first on purchasing Australia’s largest cattle farm back in ’07, for $25 million you got it at a steal, especially given it coincided with the drought breaking, business must be boomi.. oh wait, no. It’s not, that’s right.”
“What?”
“Well, you see, I can’t help but question your logic and paralel it to say, slave masters in the Southern States of the US demanding that the average tax payer refund them for slaves they had to let go, when they knew full well that they were dealing in an industry that was unethical in numerous ways and had been abolished in most other nations, surely they saw this coming as much as meat industry farmers.”
“What?”
“Okay, I’ll try something easier. Did Nike complain and demand money from Governments when they suddenly were astounded to find out the sweatshop labor they employed used forced child labor? If you can’t afford to stay in business because of one contract that has a history of being up in the air ethically, as well as being banned outright in many European nations, surely dropping your cattle in paddocks or starving them to death is kind of cutting off your nose to spite your face isn’t it mate?”
“What am I meant to do? They put me out of business, I can’t feed my cattle.”
“Well for starters you could just slaughter them humanely and sell them on the Australian market like all other meat producers have been doing since colonization, but I find it far fetched you demand money from REAL Aussie battlers whilst pleading poverty. I don’t think Nike had the audacity to try that one.”
“But what am I meant to do?”
“I just told you mate, sell locally. You got caught out, you made a dangerous investment, you lost, thems the breaks. Get a loan, talk to a business advisor and financial planner and make your business profitable ethically, you’ll sleep better at night.”
*Nico, shamed by this logic, terminates the call; because putting a hand out and demanding is easier than working for a dollar.

Nico doesn’t want you to know his multi-million dollar property is one of the largest in the nation, is adjacent to a high class golf course, Halls Creek Airport, and a thoroughbred race course. He didn’t want to have a bar of logic, because it’s far easier to use empty threats to scare them city folks into line with horrible acts committed to animals. The brutal reality is, the animals are bred to be slaughtered, they’re going to die, the only thing controlled is the manner in which they die so let him have at it with a rifle and then watch him file false insurance claims for business loss (which he happens to have with GE, something the media in their lack of research missed (it’s amazing what you can find through google, and how many country folk talk big on forums)) and get the big money he wants rather than support the economy of the ‘Aussie battler’ he’s trying to steal the image of for the media to kowtow to.

Ironically, Moola Bulla station was also historically involved in the slaughter of aboriginies; I’m sure the occupants back then were hands out when they realised their gamble on exploiting the ‘black fellah’ hadn’t paid off also.

Whilst I have a feeling it’d be falling on deaf ears, here’s the blokes details should you wish to reach him:

(08) 9168 8910
(08) 9168 8911

Although if you want to make a difference, I suggest writing to (but be sure to ring them first and foremost and demand that a stop be put to Nico’s threat of a cull):

Senator Joseph Ludwig
Minister for Agriculture, Fisheries and Forestry
Australian Labor Party

Parliament Contact:
Phone:     (02) 6277 7520
Fax:     (02) 6273 4120

Waterfront Place,
1 Eagle Street
Brisbane Qld 4000

GPO Box 2477
Brisbane Qld 4001

Phone:     (07) 3229 4477
Fax:     (07) 3229 4140
Toll Free:     1300 301 944

I would recommend in doing so you strongly suggest perhaps the Senator see to it that Nico is held liable for negligent managing of a business involving livestock, negligent management of property, and cruelty to animals through the afforementioned negligence. Nico volunteered that his property is ‘over-grazed’ (given it’s size this is highly unlikely and if true is a clear sign of property mismanagement bordering on ecological disaster on a small scale), and that he has ‘too many cattle’, again a clear proof that he was wilful in his negligence for the purchase, breeding or obtainment of so many head of cattle.

The RSCPA can be contacted on:

(08) 9209 9300 or
1300 CRUELTY
(1300 278 3589)

For legal reasons the RSPCA cannot accept anonymous complaints, however details will be kept confidential.
Provide them with a link to this article.

One can only hope should indigenous rights ever be respected that the indigenous peoples of that area take him to the Lands and Environment court for ameliorative waste as another avenue to stop this obvious half-wit from using what’s left of his brain to cause even more ecological harm, not to mention ethical and moralistic furor.

Below is an article from Fairfax outlining the changes to WoW’s 14 day free trial becoming unlimited. I was chatting to a journalist about it, when we discovered the restrictions on accounts was … well, patently absurd.

The 14 day free trial restrictions were moronic, as you REALLY couldn’t experience anything that most of us consider main reasons to play as it was.

The new system, while it sounds good (unlimited free play) has the most absurd restrictions I’ve ever imagined could be imposed. You can’t even /tell, or participate in general chat, or /say apparently. You can’t join a guild, or parties unless they’re lowbier than you. You can’t do much of anything.

The reason this is so bothersome I’m posting about it is, WoW needs new blood. EVERY expansion their membership growth rate has HALVED, and player retention is unspectacular.

I run an extremely large guild (follow us @malleusvindicta or take a peek at our website and ask for an add if you play on US-Moon Guard), I’m an objective play by numbers kind of guy. I’ve seen more people leave the game of age and lifestyle enough to fund ongoing play than join which means one eternal thing.

Blizzard’s World of Warcraft is bleeding both cash and players.

What does this mean to players? It likely means they’ll find ways to make the game more of a grind, so everything takes longer. They’ll likely break a demographic class beyond repair for a few months causing you to rage and roll a new character (ie: hunters broken during every expansion to date, druids … well, always crap) to escape the horrors.

As it is you grind to end game, grind all your faction rep up, grab that gear to grind a charity tier, use that to grind a full tier, then bam, new tier, grind grind grind grind bloody grind. It’s like a twisted Skinner box experiment without cheese as a reward.

My recommendation to Blizzard is, pick up your game, let them experience WoW properly, perhaps limit trading and partying with people too high a level above. For the instigating article, read below.

Ps: It’d be nice if you allowed us to PURCHASE level 85 status with in game stuff or even bloody cash, I don’t have the time to level a new 85 every time you ruin my classes in question, and you can kill the power-leveling industry you so seem to hate (even though it causes longer player duration, and gold sales balance your very VERY poor concept of an economy) and will allow us to not have to spend several months of the year just grinding through the same boring crap grinds.

THAT impenetrable fortress of online gaming, World of Warcraft, has made a concession to the free-to-play hordes that gather in an effort to chip away at the empire – it’s also free.

At least, WoW‘s new Starter Edition is free.

Replacing a more customary 14-day trial and scrubbing its time limit, the Starter Edition nonetheless carries over the trial’s restrictions.

In place of a time limit is instead a cap that halts character progression at level 20 out of a possible 85.

Coincidentally, it takes about two weeks playing a couple of hours each day to reach level 20, but on the other hand, those with the Starter Edition can grind out as many sub-20 characters as they like.

So what can’t they do? Well, the social experience is significantly diminished: there’s no voice or public chat, no guilds, no item trading (a key part of WoW‘s internal economy), and Starter users are prevented from creating or joining parties that contain members over the level 20 threshold.

Oh, and there’s a wealth limit of 10 gold – but that’s actually a decent amount in WoW terms.

For now at least, WoW remains steadfastly focused on converting new players into paid subscribers, bundling in the Burning Crusade expansion for those that pony up.

Other massively multiplayer games (MMOs) that become free-to-play – Lord of the Rings Online, Champions Online, and (soon) LEGO Universe and City of Heroes – make money by means of an in-game shop that offers extra items and quests, with optional premium memberships taking the place of a subscription tier.

Some, like Allods Online and Vindictus, launch as free-to-play from the off.

Guild Wars 2 will require a one-time retail purchase only; and then there are the brave few, such as RIFT, that pursue a fully fledged subscription model in an effort to beat the 12-million subscriber WoW at its own game.

While playing the victim card, he identifies himself as the ‘head of’ a family involved in a so far bloodless fued that has caused several shootings and one bombing over the past week.

On Fairfax Radio, and cross posted on News.com.au he went on to state “No one helps me in this country, no police, not any community, no St Vincents (de Paul), no one … I tell them I want to protect my family. No one cares about this. They want to give me all the responsibility for this and I don’t know nothing. I give them my statement but still no one cares in this country.”

Heaven forbid if a man has responsibility. Especially over caring for his family. Especially while waging war on another family. I’m sure he’ll play ignorant, but I’m pretty sure families just don’t outright try and kill each other for no reason; even more so in a nation where gun laws are so pedantic even our Olympic shooters are fleeding to other nations, losing us dozens of gold medals because of it.

Of course he won’t stand up, take responsibility, and disarm his kin who’re running around in revenge attacks either. That’s too much responsibility for him to handle.

In other gems he went on air with, “I’ve been sleeping in the car. They give me two days in a motel like a fucking gypsy,” nothing like a bit of racial vilification to add to his charm.

And in the best nonsensical passage of drivel I’ve read or even heard: “I’ve had enough of this stress. Australia country they bring on 2006 from Lebanon all the citizenship, they spend 20 million thousand dollars but no one can spend $1000 to save my family. I tell them I want to go back, I don’t want to stay in this shit country like that.”

The fued is between the Kassab family and the Tiba family, and of course Mr Bigbeard-littleresponsibility has no clue why it’s happening or why his house in Guildford Street, Coolaroo is being targeted.

“If I know I tell the police. I don’t know,” Mr Tiba said on Monday to Fairfax journalists. Police have said they have spoken to the families but have received no co-operation, so it seems they’re adamant to duke it out and put innocent lives at stake for some petty blood fued, yesterday at 3pm in Glenroy, on a busy street, they did just that by carrying out a drive by shooting.

For my international readers, I have to stress, this just doesn’t happen here, and it’s only a minority of a minority who carry out such foolish acts.

News.com.au stated that a house in nearby Jacana was shot at last Thursday and again on Monday morning, followed by a car chase that ended in more shots being fired at a playground. They also stated that Mr Tiba’s house has been shot at twice, had a home-made bomb thrown through the window and been rammed by a truck and so far no one has been injured in the incidents.

So, without further ado, I wish to offer to buy the lot of them tickets back to Lebanon, where a lot of refugees originated during their civil war and other violence in the Middle East, most of which are thankful to be here while a minority brought the attitudes of warmongering hate fuelled stupidity across with them (kind of makes you wonder if we accidentally let in people who started the grief over there and not the victims of it per se!).

Again, to international readers, I just wish to stress that shit like this doesn’t happen here, this is a first for our country. And by no means tar all refugees by the same brush, as these two families are a special kind of fuckwit. The kind that clearly comes from thousands of years of incestuous inbreeding, drinking sea water, and eating strange mushrooms down the end of the yard, mixed with liberal dashings of head droppings as children.

In two states that I know of, police often confiscate things from the populus, like disgruntled school teachers. I once had a utility / dive knife (2″ blade, tiny) secured to a dive belt confiscated that was locked in the boot of my car by Manly Police (known as notoriously pathological and unstable authoratarian nutjobs to most Sydney siders) that was given to me by my dead father on my 13th birthday as a reward for my first successful scuba. I explained it had priceless emotional value to me, and they said the alternative is a huge fine, I stated even if it’s a few grand, give me the fine. They took the knife.

Needless to say, there’s a lot of very over the top policing practices in Australia, a nation with a crime rate one tenth that of Britain where police (aside from being polite, nice, and there to help the community and capable of being approached and chatted to, whereas here (specifically NSW) the police have a chip on their shoulder, won’t talk to you (unless you’re female, as one colleage just pointed out to me), and wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire) are unarmed and … well, normal. Here they drive high performance luxury cars (which if you live near Reservoir Road, in Prospect, you’ll quite often see them doing burn outs at the old drive through when they think no one is watching) that cost a packet, and carry melee weapons, chemical weapons, electroshock weapons, and firearms.

This all probably stems from the ‘us and them’ mentality of Australia originally being a penal colony, the police here really do think they’re NYPD and that we’re all gangbanging black guys who need a good Rodney King’ing to teach us our station in life. The attitude is unbelievable, especially when it comes to civil rights matters. Hell, in NSW they try and strong-arm protestors into believing they need police permission to protest and that police can tell them how long for, what they can and can’t do, whether they’re allowed to use bull-horns, or even carry signs. It really is an ugly, ugly thing to behold, as an international (British citizen) who’s toured the world many times over and encountered enough to make this ugly sore on human rights insult me personally to such a degree, moreso the fact that Australian citizens tolerate it, albeit are brainwashed into thinking it’s a good thing.

Maybe they’re just not a 18-35 year old white middle class male (who tend to cop a lot of harassment because the police know they’ll cop it on the chin, and pay any subsequent fines like a good bitch and not take it to court), and especially not indigenous (who have a notorious track record of instances of police abusing move on and profanity laws to persecute them if they ‘get smart’). You’ll always have that posse who’d argue to my prior parenthetical comment that it ‘serves them right for getting smart’, but I’m sorry to say, such an argument is fundamentally flawed; it’s their perogative to express their freedom in whatever way they choose and it’s the police REQUIREMENT that they remain patient and not be tossers. Except in Australia.

In the last five or so years laws to allow them to impound vehicles have come into play. Recently, in Adelaide (South Australia, for my international readers) five Nissan Skylines were impounded, a mere google shows multiple POLICE WEBSITES lauding that ‘hoons’ will ‘lose their cars for good’ under new ‘hoon laws’. This isn’t going to solve the problem by any means, as education is the only reform possible, but merely impact financially on people and clog up the courts, let alone the occasional innocent victim being wronged so harshly by the government given the price of vehicles over here.

POLICE have impounded five Nissan Skylines after a video of six cars racing through Adelaide’s Heysen Tunnel was posted on YouTube.

Five men, aged 21 to 34, also face a range of driving offences in relation to the race in May when the cars reached speeds of up to 143km/h in a 90km/h zone.

Police used the YouTube video, along with closed circuit camera vision, to identify five of the six cars.

A light-coloured Skyline is the only car outstanding.

Officer in charge of traffic support Linda Fellows said the cars would be impounded for 28 days.

“Police will take every opportunity to investigate dangerous driving behaviour and take people off the roads if they can’t obey the rules and drive responsibly,” Superintendent Fellows said.

“We have a rising road toll and it’s actions like this that can result in further carnage and road trauma.

“Police will not tolerate the public being put at risk by the reckless and irresponsible actions of a few.”

Whilst their agenda seems idealistic, and perhaps a bit on the goose stepping storm trooper line, the apalling part is that this is arguably constitutional and thus even more of an alarming proof that we NEED a bill of rights in Australia, there are three RIGHTS which the Constitution guarantees against the Commonwealth – religious freedom, trial by jury, and “just terms” compensation. (A referendum proposal to amend the Constitution to clarify these rights and to make them good also against the States was defeated in 1988.) As will be seen, guaranteed access to the High Court can itself amount to an important right. And the guarantee of free trade and commerce was for a time interpreted as something like an individual right.

The Constitution however clearly gives the Commonwealth power “with respect to … the acquisition of property on just terms” in Section 51(xxxi). By contrast, the Fifth Amendment to the United States Constitution contains a prohibition: “nor shall private property be taken … without just compensation”. The differences between acquisition and taking, and between terms and compensation, combined with the fact that the Australian provision is expressed as a positive grant of power coupled with a limitation, have been read so as to weaken the Australian guarantee relative to the American one.

The use of the term “acquisition” has been abused by the government so as to require that the Commonwealth (or some other party for a Commonwealth purpose) actually acquire possessory or proprietary rights over the property in question, or at least some benefit so that the mere extinguishment of a person’s proprietary rights by the Commonwealth (or a prohibition on effectively exercising them) is insufficient to amount to an acquisition¹. And “just terms” has been taken to mean something less than “just compensation”; in particular, it does not necessarily require payment to the owner of the value of the property when it was compulsorily acquired². The Australian film The Castle addresses this issue also.

These issues are very disheartening as a person who has had much life experience and done the rounds and seen what the rest of the world experience and live with. It honestly often makes me question how I can be a dual citizen, live here, let alone pay taxes to finance such lunacy. But the worst part of Australia, if you ask me, is their cattle-like complacency with their rights being stripped from them.

From internet censorship, through to a duly elected Prime Minister (the leader of our national, like the US President) having a bloodless coup d’etat run against him because he was negotiating a fair 50/50 split to our resources and minerals with mining giants, only to have the leader of the coup (or rather the muppet who was given the nod by the mining giants and those protecting their interests) RE-ELECTED (albeit the votes stated she didn’t win, but they claimed they did and then got a few independent senators to share power) as Prime Minister.

That makes Australia’s first Prime Minister an anti-democratic dog who has screwed us out of trillions of dollars, ironically she may face the axe soon because she’s bringing in an environmental tax that will make our ecology significantly stronger, our overall health increase, and make us billions from high poluuters but cost families $50 a year or so. So she cost us trillions, but because she’s going to cost us $50 a year but make us billions, she’s out. I mean, what the fuck?

Okay, that’s the end of my rant. But seriously, be thankful you live in a sane nation. Unless you’re an American. :P

In life, you have car dorks, then you have car guys.

Car dorks buy a Holden Commodore SV8, with it’s fresh from Thailand cheap nasty ABS plastic interior, it’s underperforming small block V8 that’s blown away by a little German 1.6 litre puppy like my Fiesta, but sounds like you’re going hard even at idle and you know that’s ALL THAT MATTERS, right? Oh, and because Holden racing team sink more money into V8 super car events and WIN! They win, so clearly their cars are the best, I mean, it’s not like their on road cars are any different than a million dollar race car that’s been specially developed by a group of thirty engineers who’s full time job is to make it devestatingly fast, surely the out the box $29,000 base model Commo’s do that too! This is their mentality. They’ll probably buy it because it’s an ‘Aussie’ car, even though it’s been American and not made on shore for the last couple of decades.

Car guys will divide kw / $$ and read up on the vehicle and purchase it based on the dynamics of the vehicle. They will do so based not on branding, commercialisation, how ‘pretty’ it is, or how it’s distant cousin in racing platform form with a mil of engineering dropped on it wins things. They will do so based purely on an understanding of the elements required of the right car for the job, taking into consideration elements such as cost to own as opposed to cost to buy, etc. They’ll also look into simplistic base level mods they can make on the cheap to get things rolling too usually. These are car guys (or girls, I guess there’s some out there, but very few).

This game is for car dorks. Pull right trigger, aim for things that don’t look like walls, win race. Even on hard settings. It’s a very polished product and looks great, but that’s it. You can’t customize your vehicle, aside from like 4 custom liveries, that aren’t custom, but commercialised wank, but that sums up this game. In the racing world one commercialised wanker is Ken Block. He puts together films for YouTube using a multi million dollar budget and full film production unit in his overpriced cars with no expense spared. Basically he’s just a rich kid who’s decided to try and pretend to be a race car driver but hasn’t even placed anywhere exciting yet.

Sad part is, you have people out there who idolise him and other dickweeds purely because they saw the vids on YouTube and … well, can’t fucking read up on a subject or tell sensationalistic babble from their own arsehole. He’s the owner of DC shoes, and tries desperately to be one of the cool kids but fails. That is the constant vibe throughout this game. You’ve got aggressive beats that would be pretty phat if they weren’t 10 second samples looped, great graphics and corporate / commercialised designs on … well, everything.

The entire thing is just pure complete product placement of sponsors and no game content. I’m SO glad I only paid $26 for it, but I REALLY fucking want to take it back. I’d set the fucking thing on fire and film it as a video response to one of Bent Cock’s uh, Ken Block’s YouTube videos but I’ve paid for it so they’ve already won. They even had the audacity to release downloadable (bought) content. Stupidest. Fucking. Game. Ever.

At that point I began going through a list of all the ‘cures’ for hiccups, most were stupid and clearly wouldn’t have worked having much the same scientific or medical grounding as praying does to curing cancer. If you’re shaking your head and saying prayer has any powers besides placebo effect, get the fuck off my website, you’re far too gone as a human being and have delved deep into the heart of moronicism.

I shortlisted a dozen old wives tale type cures that seemed to have SOME potential scientific application. Just as people tend to have different ideas about what causes hiccups, they also disagree on ways to stop them. Almost everyone knows at least one way to treat hiccups. Some families swear by their method, and refuse to believe that any others work.

Common cures for the hiccups include drinking a glass of water in some way. Some people swear by gulping, others insist on small sips, and some require that you tilt your head upside down and drink from the opposite side of the glass to make the hiccups go away.

No cure was found. By well over the hour mark I was seriously getting frustrated and angry about it when I realised I should be searching scholar.google not just google. So, first link of a scientific / medical paper on hiccups listed one method that had pure logical based purposes (I won’t go into specifics to save you the tl;dr) and I gave it a shot.

Literally IMMEDIATELY my hiccups were gone.

What was this magical method? Inhale deeply, filling your lungs, raising your arms above your head (laterally, ie: put your arms out like you’re JC on the cross, as you inhale, raise them above your head) then hold your breath and take as many little gaspy inhalations you can to stretch your diphragm and lungs that little bit more and count to ten.

It worked instantly, straight up, 100% effectively for me. But as this was my first bout in a decade I’m unsure if I’ll get the chance to test this out again anytime soon, but I have the utmost faith in it’s medical theory and grounding. So, when you get them next, do this to cure them, and shoot an @bashpr0mpt Tweet at me letting me know it worked.

Now, go back to Twitter if you found this blog post link there, and click Retweet. Let’s get this information out there so other poor bastards aren’t suffering for an hour feeling like idiots in the middle of the night unable to sleep; and also save them doing the stupid things I humored just to be able to say “I tried everything.” which clearly didn’t work.

If you don’t retweet this, I hope you get ball cancer and die. If you don’t have balls, I hope you get pregnant, have a kid, and it has balls, and they get ball cancer and die. If you don’t have balls but can’t get pregnant, well, you’re already punished enough. :P

I always find it ironic when sexism loldrama hits the tabloidal news over here, with claims women get paid significantly less than men and get treated worse, when in reality … well.

I propose anyone who believes that shit should run a little test. Hop on say, an MMORPG, roll a female character and a male. See which one gets given free shit, leveled, helped out, aided and entertained all day every day. You can play that game from begining to end game as a male and never actually even get a single word from another player.

As a male, I’m kind of fucked off at all this bullshit. I often promote mannimism, a reversal of feminism, trying to oppose outright sexism against men as the worthless sex.

If you support this ideal, follow @maninism on Twitter right now and let’s get something happening about it.

Very recently Australia has begun the rollout of the largest sequential bank of radio telescopes in history, producing one behemoth structure per week. Also recently we have begun broadcasting, to planets in the goldilocks zone shortlisted as most probably capable of sustaining life.

The new radio telescope banks will form one badass giant radio telescope. This will undoubtedly be at some point used in the above grandiose endeavor of pestering the neighbors, like some chav council housing skank (iPad in it’s infinite fail thinks skank is REALLY an attempt to type ska keyboard … ) blasting Celine Dion waking the elderly residents nearby.

Stephen Hawkings, Arthur C. Clark, even the late Carl Sagan in his infinite wisdom held misgivings about sending out signals. It’s too early in the morning to research my usual citations or sources, but I do believe another equally brainy chap addressed that at any point in human history where a more advanced civilization encounters a lesser advanced it never worked out too well for the locals.

Even decades ago we made such mistakes. The Voyager program is carrying a gold plated copper record (like a vinyl record) that contains audio AND images and a means to access them through convoluted brainy calculations based on the rotational cycle of electrons in hydrogen atoms (I shit you not).

The collection of images includes many photographs and diagrams both in black and white and color. The first images are of scientific interest, showing mathematical and physical quantities, the solar system and its planets, DNA, and human anatomy and reproduction.

Care was taken to include not only pictures of humanity, but also some of animals, cattle, insects, plants and landscapes.

Other images show food, architecture, and humans in portraits as well as going about their day to day lives. Many pictures are annotated with one or more indications of scales of time, size, or mass. Some images contain indications of chemical composition.

All measures used on the pictures are defined in the first few images using physical references that are likely to be consistent anywhere in the universe.

In what may be the worlds most expensive attempt at a galactic message in a bottle we forget one thing.

Globally we feed over TWO HUNDRED TIMES what would feed the entire world to ecologically destructive animals bred for consumption by humans. This, to any advanced culture, would appear asinine, idiotic, and worse, primitive.

Do we REALLY want to be pestering the neighbors, not with Celine Dion, but proof we’re so massively under evolved that while one in three humans lives in squalor going hungry another one in three are not only inflicting horrid acts upon the creatures we share this world with but do so in what could be the most aggrandized snub to our own fellow creatures suffering?

Do we think our ET chums will rock up with a food basket and a nice bottle of ’89 Chardonnay? Or are they more likely to lob some nanite enriched astroidal planet killer our way with cellular destructive technology perfectly attuned to the human genome we so very kindly GAVE THEM extensive mapping of to help liberate all the other animals enslaved, used, and abused under our destructive reign, possibly even signed off by a galactic interpretation of our very own United Nations, for the greater good?

I leave the conclusions to you, dear reader.

I’ve been reading the Dalai Lama’s drivel for quite some time on Twitter, and he is currently in my fair nation of Australia at the moment running around skirt lifting and being a twat for very large fees to trendy wanky folks who’re into contemplating division by zero. I’ve never really found him compelling in any way.

His Twitter feed reads like a Multi-Level Marketing scammers empty headed random quotes.txt. In interviews he takes the generic asian mystic role of spouting utter shit as answers trying to pass himself off as deep or intellectual when in reality koan style responses are just batshit zealot cop outs. But what I want to address is, is he dangerous?

“Rather than working only to acquire wealth, we need to focus on the welfare of humanity as a whole.”

That’s a dangerous idea. Why? Because it deflects the problem, the starving suffering masses NEED to acquire wealth, and not touch each other in the pants and sing kumbyah.

Here’s a little snippet from a TED talk that I hope the Dalai Lama can check out to try and get a LITTLE bit of understanding before spouting crap. Sure, he thinks he’s Yoda, that’s his pitch, it’s how he pulls the bitches, but really; he needs to get a grip, his guru babble puts poisonous ideas into already unintelligent peoples minds who seek out a little asian Yoda in the first place to fill a void in their souls (or minds, given that souls do not exist). But I digress.

So, here we see a perfect example of why altruism won’t solve a situation that a clear lack of finances and especially food will.

“Friends, genuine friends, have much more to do with whether we have a warm heart, not money or power.”

Another example of hippy communist bullshit. People need money. Money is inadvertantly power, the power to control your future, the power to control your life, and the power to be able to obtain resources needed to survive. Circle jerks won’t feed you (aside from protein, if a sao is involved) and good feelings won’t put a roof over your head. This is again nonsense from a man who lives in extreme comfort, toting a rolex, and not in the piss poor nation he is from or represents. That brings me to this little gem.

“We should value our enemies because they provide us with unique opportunities to practice patience, tolerance and forbearance.”

This is from a man who was run out of his own country. He’s definitely not scared of mincing words, oh wait, actually he is, as this excerpt from The Australian from August 22, 2008 outlines: -

PARIS: The Dalai Lama has denied telling a French newspaper that Chinese soldiers may have shot dead 140 Tibetan protesters on Monday. The exiled spiritual leader was quoted in Le Monde as saying troops fired on protesters on Monday and 400 people have been killed since unrest erupted in March.

But his office said he denied a comment attributed to him by Le Monde that 140 people had died on Monday when the Chinese security forces opened fire. His office said there were casualties.

“The Chinese army again fired on a crowd on Monday August 18, in the Kham region in eastern Tibet,” said the Nobel Peace prize winner who is on a 12-day visit to France.

Le Monde quoted him as saying that up to 140 people had been killed, though the figure was not confirmed.

“His Holiness did not mention any number of casualties,” his office said in a statement after the interview was published, adding that “he clearly stated that we had no specific information on the number of casualties.”

Another gem:

“To arrive at certainty, you need to start from a skeptical posture. The best scientists are impartial, not swayed by their own beliefs.”

I particularly find it hillarious when religious nuts comment about science, scientists or skepticism. If he followed his own advice, he’d stop wearing dresses, buy himself a nice suit, and entirely give up his religious faggotry. And I don’t meant faggotry of the fun kind. Another example:

“The aim of spiritual practice is to become the friend of all beings, concerned about them and ready and able to help them.”

In closing, I have found a fantastic replacement for the Dalai Lama, and I propose should he or his representatives read this (you’d be surprised how many people I @reply in my titles of blog posts read the posts in question, I do have an 8 millionpw reader demographic after all), this person has the same character, intelligence, education, and charisma as the Dalai Lama and I propose she should step into his role forthwith.

How can anyone NOT prefer her, at least she can answer fucking questions put to her. Feel free to check out her other videos, she will definitely culturally enrich the readers of his Twitter feed far more than he is currently doing. Enjoy.

Addendum: For the record, I am not Chinese, I am not being paid by the Chinese government, I am not racist, I hate all races equally, I’m not sectarian, I’m a hypocritical Roman Catholic Jewish Atheist Ninja (it’s a religion!) with Jedi leanings who believes in the Ancient Astronaut theory and evolution (and other wonderous scientific mumbo jumbo!), I am also not in any way being paid, bribed, or given free shit to post this blog post, I just sincerely hate fucking moochers who run around touting hypocritical party pieces who live in comfort and tell everyone also living in comfort that circle jerks will cure all the woes in the world rather than addressing the food shortage or even the fact that PIG’s in the UNITED STATES alone consume SIX TIMES the food supply that it would take to FEED THE ENTIRE WORLD each year. Fuck. Seriously. He’s a fucking putz, what more can I say.

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Recently another instance of this has occured, where the ABC showed footage taken covertly in helal slaughter houses across Indonesia. Over 200,000 Australians have responded in a backlash against these disgusting acts.

You get a lot of propaganda by religious mobs on this issue as they see it as encroaching on their freedoms as opposed to pointing out that in the last six thousand years human understanding of animals biology has grown significantly, as has .. well, everything but religion, and that it is a social imperative that we enforce social normatives on those who would ever inflict barbaric acts on humans or animals alike.

You’ve got two lobbies who are obssessed that animals are chattals of man put there for exploitation and that they have no feelings nor souls and do not count as living entities, it’s hard to argue logic with them, but it’s easier to argue logic with politicians. Scary thought, isn’t it.

Thus, I ask every one of you to go here and sign this petition: http://www.getup.org.au/campaigns/animals/live-export/ban-live-export

If you want to go the extra mile email Nick Xenophon urging your support of his push to outlaw kosher and helal slaughter not just outside of Australia facilitated by live export, but within Australia too.

There are far too many slaughter houses using barbaric practices, and even more so they’re using outdated research and propaganda including bullshit fear mongering regarding BSE / mad cow disease to try and outlaw captive bolt guns which are currently not allowed to pierce the animals brain (causing instant death) but rather just knock the animal unconcious after a few agonizing attempts.

This lobby MUST be stopped, we can’t turn a blind eye to cruelty. I don’t give a fuck what a persons magical sky fairy demands, cruelty to animals is not on, and is NOT something that any Australian or in fact any one from ANY nation should ever tolerate on their watch.

In Australia, on every TV channel from daytime talk shows like Sunrise through to tabloid journalism from the Daily Terrorgraph newspaper through to ACA/TT, you find journalists pushing their social media portfolio to the masses through materials that have HUGE demographic reach

Theoretically they’re using social proof to try and hyper inflate their online presense, yet just can’t get the kind of captive audience bloggers like myself get purely through ACTUAL integrity and not being boring barrels of dicks like most media ‘icons’ are.

I just wanted to take a moment to thumb my nose at attention hungry fame whores. Nothing more to see here folks, move along. :P