Category Archives: Merry Old England

Music for a Sunday: Shakespeare on the rolling Thames

Posted on August 2, 2015 by Sabina Becker

Drop from my black Spitfire to my funeral barge…

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Argentina: Stella Calloni on the Nisman case

Posted on February 10, 2015 by Sabina Becker

Further to yesterday’s debunker of the myths of the strange death of Alberto Nisman, the prosecutor supposedly investigating the AMIA bombing in Buenos Aires, here’s another hard look at what lies behind at all, courtesy of the redoubtable Stella Calloni: … Continue reading →

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Prostitution ads: Lots of money in ’em, but for whom?

Posted on January 19, 2015 by Sabina Becker

Spanish prostitution ads from a large daily paper, many offering “Greek” (anal) and “French” (oral) sex, right up front. You know how we’re always hearing that print media are in trouble, that revenues are down, that they can’t afford quality … Continue reading →

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Dershowitz’s “abuse excuse”

Posted on January 3, 2015 by Sabina Becker

Hey everybody! Remember this shitty book? Well, guess what. The dude who wrote it, who is an apologist for pretty much everything disgusting being perpetrated by the government of the US and/or Israel these days…is now implicated in the same … Continue reading →

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Why isn’t legalized prostitution safer?

Posted on September 18, 2014 by Sabina Becker

Ah yes. Pity the poor john who got the short end of that stick, eh? He came hoping to pay for the illusion that she was really into the “mutual pleasure” of his escapist fantasies, only to be left cockadroop … Continue reading →

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It was 100 years ago today…

Posted on August 4, 2014 by Sabina Becker

Canada’s part in World War I began at the same time as Britain’s: on August 4, 1914, when the latter declared war on Germany after what was considered an “insufficient” response by Germany to a British order not to violate … Continue reading →

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World Cup corrupto flees Brazilian justice

Posted on July 14, 2014 by Sabina Becker

Once more, a big black eye on the World Cup, and a big facepalm for Brazil…and a headache for Interpol: Raymond Whelan, director of the official ticket distribution site of the 2014 World Cup, Match Services/Match Hospitality, and accused of … Continue reading →

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Music for a Sunday: A soapy bubble

Posted on April 27, 2014 by Sabina Becker

Ever have this problem of a guy who just can’t seem to hear polite refusals? Oh, haven’t we all! Wash that man right outta yer hair, girls. And crank your volume to full so you can sing along:

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Music for a Sunday: Polyushko Polye, three ways

Posted on February 9, 2014 by Sabina Becker

Today, we ride a troika. First off, the Red Army choir doing a killer rendition of my favorite old Soviet tune: And now, the late, great Ivan Rebroff… …who, despite his stage name, was actually a German (and won medals … Continue reading →