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Music for a Sunday: The night belongs to King B

Posted on January 17, 2016 by Sabina Becker

Bruce Springsteen pays tribute to his good friend, David Bowie…who, as he did with so many young artists just starting out, supported him and was a fan long before the rest of the world had apparently heard of him. Ziggy had good taste. And so does the Boss…who, please Goddess, needs to be with us for many years more.

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Wankers of the Week: They could be Zeroes…

Posted on January 15, 2016 by Sabina Becker

Crappy weekend, everyone! Mang, what a week from Hades it’s been. First we lose David Bowie, then Alan Rickman, then René Angélil, and then the dude who played Grizzly Adams, all to the same shitcrapfucking disease. Yeah, fuck YOU, cancer. And fuck all these people, too, in no particular order:

1. Kim Fucking Davis. Yes, folkies, she’s baa-aack — or rather, she just won’t go away. And no, she’s STILL not doing her job, either. She showed up at the latest State of the Union address, and was looking predictably grim and grody. Who the hell invites all these tacky people, anyway? PS: Bawwww. Cry louder, emo kid.

2. Jim Fucking Jordan. Who invited #1 to the SOTU? This guy. And he claims not to know who she was, which is bizarre…aren’t you supposed to know who someone is before you hand them an invite to anything?

3. Jon Fucking Ritzheimer. Yes, HIM again. This week, Jon-Boy is miffed that people keep sending him and his terrorist buddies dildos. Well, what were they expecting? Accolades for occupying a building where they have no right to be? No, just tampons for their human shields. And French vanilla coffee creamer. Tacky, tacky people.

4. Ammon Fucking Bundy. You wanna beef about governmental “tyranny”? Hope you and your widdle fake army can afford the $70,000 a day you’re going to be billed for security costs (and likely more when the toll from your vandalism is counted), asshat.

5. Braulio Fucking Rodríguez. Meanwhile, in Spain, we get asshats in archbishops’ drag, telling women that it’s their own fault they’re being beaten by their husbands. At long last, have you no shame, padre? How about telling men that it’s a sin to beat their wives, instead? And how about finally accepting that when a marriage breaks down, violence won’t keep it together, and that a divorce is not the worst thing that could happen? Are you so hung up on “till death do us part” that you’d actually rather see women be killed?

6. Wendy Fucking Nelson. Oh goody gumdrops, yet another variation on “pray away the gay”. Newsflash, lady: Being gay is not a disease. And desperation does not lead to healing. What does? Recognizing reality for a change, and understanding that homosexuality occurs in nature, as well as in humans of all religious stripes. And finally, FINALLY, accepting it…and oh yeah, no more stupid sermons would be nice, too.

7. Dave Fucking Brat. No, you don’t own the bible; you only own a copy of it. You don’t own Christianity, either; only a shit-stupid interpretation of it. If the president wants to quote that book, he’s welcome to do so. Freedom of speech, bubba.

8. Ann Fucking Coulter. Oh look, there goes the Coultergeist, trying desperately to remain relevant. With her usual monotonous racism. How cute! PS: Also, irony.

9. Roy Fucking Bay. Nice try, creepo, but LGBT people did NOT make you a child molester. You did that all by your icky-poo self.

10. Pete Fucking Santilli. Accusing a frightened girl of being “prostituted” by her own grandfather, just because she doesn’t want a bunch of teabagging wanks hijacking a bird sanctuary and terrorizing her town anymore? Stay classy, motherfucker.

11. Dean Fucking Esmay. Nice to see that his idea of “men’s HUMAN rights activism” is still nothing more than lobbing ugly sexist insults and murder threats via Twitter. Dino, don’t you have any kind of day job (preferably with no women in it or nearby) to go to? Or any nice, absorbing hobbies to take your mind off your mangry, mangry manger?

12. Nikki Fucking Haley. You’re the governor of a former slave state. Your own marriage would once have been illegal there because it’s interracial. And you think you had no racist laws? Jesus Christ, woman, crack open a fucking history book, fergawdsakes!

13. David Fucking Fry. Well, it’s finally official. The Amurrican Taliban has merged with Daesh and the Nazis for real, and he’s the nexus. Also, they have a website, and he built it — using government computers, very illegally. Feel proud, terrorist scumbag!

14. Donald Fucking Trump. Way to stay on top of the issues, Donnie…by demanding that some sailors be freed in Iran after they’re already free! Whatever will you do for an encore? PS: Oh. PPS: And UGH.

15. Kevin O’Fucking Leary. A million-dollar investment in Alberta oil if Premier Rachel Notley resigns? Oh, fuck off. A million dollars is nothing to the oilpatch, anyway — especially now that the loonie, thanks to your boy Harpo and his unsound fiscal policies, is sitting at 70 cents US. And from what I hear, Albertans are actually liking their “socialist” premier just fine. You can cram your $700,000 promise up your pompous ass. And oh yeah, stop trying to foment a coup d’état. This is CANADA. We don’t do that shit up here!

16. Bill O’Fucking Reilly. Oh, so you’re gonna move to Ireland when Bernie Sanders wins? What are you, afraid of a democratic socialist Jew being president? And what do you think the Irish will say to that? I’m going to go wayyyy out on a limb here and guess something to the effect of “Oh no, not THAT feckin’ eejit! Jaysus, go home, you horse’s arse!”

17. Jeff Fucking Popick. If you’re wondering who’s responsible for that awful remake of “Over There” which was “sung” (and I use the word loosely) at #14’s Hitlerjugend rally, this is the guy. Please, don’t quit your day job. And don’t turn your little daughter into The Donald’s performing monkey, either.

18. Mike Fucking Huckabee. Oh hooray, here’s Hucky Fudd, pontificating about economics, a subject he obviously knows nothing about. Why else would he claim that the richest people, who are in the highest tax bracket, are the hardest workers? Everybody knows they got rich by getting others to do all the fucking work for them, and then confiscating their unpaid labor. As for the really grossly offensive part about training dogs, I have a better idea: How about we get Hucky neutered like a dog, so he’ll stop humping capitalism’s leg? PS: Ha, ha.

19. Michele Fucking Bachman. Oh joy, here’s the Breeder, pontificating about equality, revolution, and government, all subjects she obviously knows nothing about. Why else would she claim that God opposes hate-crime legislation? Idiot, I hereby refer you to the First Gospel according to St. John, chapter 4, verse 8. Go now, and sin no more.

20. Fred Fucking Henry. Tell ya what, Bishop: How about the Catholic Church pays to run its own schools, instead of taking taxpayer money (on top of tithes!) and kvetching incessantly about government rules? That way, at least, you won’t have to be accountable to government by going on mongering your hate for LGBT people…some of whom also happen to be Catholic. (Also, hearing you calling the government narrow-minded when you’re busy slamming it for not being LGBT-phobic enough is downright rich.)

21. Rick Fucking Santorum. And while we’re on the subject of hatemongers and ignorami, how about Buttsploodge? He seriously thinks that only heterosexual parents can fix the economy. Or that kids can be held hostage to his bizarre theories of economics. Or…oh, I dunno. With Icky Ricky, you can pretty much eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit a better argument than whatever the fuck he’s saying. PS: Ha, ha.

22. Ted Fucking Cruz. And again with the hatemongers and ignorami. Oh sweet Jesus, please do something to make sure this creep gets disqualified, and everyone who was there with him gets disgraced. PS: No, we don’t want him in Canada, either. If he hates what he calls “New York values”, he’s gonna shit himself when he sees ours.

23. Nicole Fucking Arbour. Dear Unfunny Bigoted Wannabe Comedian: You suck. Your vlogging sucks. Your hair and makeup suck. Your whole outlook sucks. And the fact that you do it to bait us for clicks and make money off other people’s outrage? SUCKS. Also, you smell like cheap perfume and flop sweat. Have I told you yet that you suck?

24. Sue Fucking Stenhouse. Can’t get any real seniors to pose at your photo ops? No problem. Just get some non-seniors to dress up in drag. Voilà! Instant convincingness!

25. Mark Fucking Skinner. Mansplainer mansplains manspreading. But hey! At least he didn’t use the “our balls are too big to keep our legs closed” excuse. His excuse? Shoulders! No, really. SCIENCE!

26. Rick Fucking Morris. Whitesplainer whitesplains abortion. As slavery. Again. God, this is getting tiresome.

27. Richard Fucking Suter. Four months in jail, plus a 30-month licence suspension? That’s not “excessive” for killing a little kid — that’s entirely too lenient. Just for having the chutzpah to claim that, though, would make me tack on more time, if I were the judge.

28. Rick Fucking Snyder. Speaking of chutzpah, get a load of him. First he cheaped out on regulation and environmental protection. He ignored a warning that came from the federal level. Now that there’s a lead-poisoning crisis going on in Flint, he wants the feds to step in and take care of it? Well, so do I…and I’d like them to start by arresting him and putting his murdering ass in jail. PS: And this isn’t helping either.

29. Mark Fucking Pody. Funny how fiscal conservatives never seem to realize how much their bullshit is actually going to cost the taxpayer. Especially when it’s bullshit designed to enforce social inequality…in this case, institutional homophobia. Fortunately, the people of Tennessee aren’t so stupid.

30. Justin Fucking Welby. Excommunicating the entire US branch of the Anglican church for conducting same-sex weddings and actually ministering to the spiritual needs of LGBT Christians? Looks like the Right Reverend also needs to review 1 John 4:8.

And finally, to all the fucking cockwombles who felt it their bounden duty (as men, no doubt) to spew all over Emma Watson when she paid tribute to her late colleague and good friend, Alan Rickman…by quoting something pro-feminist which the man actually said. Way to go, guys, you just pissed on his grave before it was even dug. Penis Power!!! Orrrrr maybe not.

Good night, and get fucked!

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Quotable: Alan Rickman on feminism

Posted on January 14, 2016 by Sabina Becker

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Just one reason among a great many that I already sorely miss this man. He got it. So long, Alan, and thank you for being simply splendid.

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The kernel of Köln: another good analysis

Posted on January 14, 2016 by Sabina Becker

Women demonstrate against sexism and racism at a flash-mob rally in Köln, Germany. (Photo: Reuters)

A few days ago, I found this piece by Margarete Stokowski on the Spiegel website. It doesn’t appear there in English (some other columnists do), so I took the liberty of translating it for myself:

It’s so disgusting. The debate over Muslim migrants has reached its high-water mark of hysteria. The victims of the assaults in Köln, Hamburg, Stuttgart or Frankfurt are a non-entity to those in this debate who are getting worked up the most. They’re just good enough for rapacious descriptions of underwear torn to shreds, and fingers in orifices, and good enough to serve as grounds for concerned citizens, white knights and woman-protectors to put themselves forward.

Meanwhile, there’s talk about the expulsion of criminal asylum seekers, even though the origins of the perpetrators are still not clear. And that’s just the relatively serious part of this debate. Bluntly put, the perpetrators are hardly individuals anymore, they’re just a diffuse mass of horny foreigners, described with an animal vocabulary: How could it be, that men “become a herd” and “attack women in big packs”, asks EMMA. Elsewhere, there’s talk of a “feral man-mob from the Arabian/North-African region”. On Twitter, the talk is of “primates” and “monkeys”.

“The racist narrative of ‘black man rapes white woman’ is in full swing”, writes publicist Antje Schrupp. The nucleus of the pack is the idea of the feral — if not totally wild from the beginning — foreigner, who takes whatever others would like to have: women and iPhones.

Those who point out that sexualized violence didn’t just come to Germany get accused of whitewashing the events in Köln. Feminists, who have been writing for years and decades about violence against women, get told that they just want to create a distraction to protect the perps of Köln — which is absurd, and shows how far the debate has run off the rails. It’s as if someone were to yell: “There’s a fire in the kitchen!” and someone replies “In the living room too!”, and then the first one says, “So, don’t you want to call the fire department?”

Angry readers e-mail me, asking why I haven’t said anything about Köln — as a left-wing feminist one has to finally realize that it was wrong to let all these men into the country!

Only: There could have been a debate about sexualized violence after every damn Oktoberfest, after every carnival, and every World Cup. But there wasn’t. Because hardly anyone would want to bother themselves with such ugly things and concede how common assaults of this sort are. In an EU-wide survey, 55 percent of women said that they had experienced sexual harassment.

Of course we have to talk about gender roles in Arabian and North African countries — but that’s not enough. One can’t outsource this discussion and call it a foreign affair. Naturally it would be a relief to do that. But even if several persons with immigrant backgrounds were expelled from Germany right away, there would still be massive sexualized violence: harassment, abuse, rape. A majority of these cases happen in the closest social circles of the victims: the perpetrators are partners, ex-partners, neighbors, colleagues, teachers.

It is as perfidious as it is stupid of “Focus Online Expert” Birgit Kelle to ask where the outrage is; just three years ago, in response to the #Aufschrei debate, she wrote, in all seriousness, a book titled “Then Do Up Your Blouse Already”. Now she’s saying of Köln: “It was obviously men of immigrant background. And probably for that reason, the feminist network is silent.” Either women are to blame when they get harassed, or one can point the finger at “the foreigner”, and say it’s his fault. The further down the social hierarchy a group stands, the faster the verdict is reached. The main thing is that the German man must never inquire into his own conduct.

In the “Zeit”, the lead article, by Heinrich Wefing, plays a perverse trick: on the one hand, declaring that we must not throw a blanket judgment over refugees for things they haven’t done, and at the same time, bringing the two topics so close together that it’s already clear who’s at fault. We don’t know “if the criminals have been living among us for two weeks, two months or two years, if it’s refugees, long-resident immigrants, or German citizens”, writes Wefing, and it sounds like: We still don’t know, but it wasn’t our people.

So everyone draws their own conclusions. Above all, concerned citizens are turning into noble knights, who want to protect “our” — that is, “their” — women. Good German men still want to be able to pester their own women. And they’re busy at it. The studies about it are readily available, but one has to actually read them.

Basically, after Köln, everyone is saying just what they were saying before, but louder. Those who wanted to push refugees out, want to do so even faster and harder now; whoever wanted surveillance before, wants even more of it now.

That the whole debate is not about protecting current victims and preventing further assaults, one can see in the fact that we don’t talk about sexualized violence. Hannah Lühmann writes in “Welt Online” that no one would understand that “the physical force of this gruesome situation at the train station in Köln is so great that maybe now is not the time to call on us to reflect on our own sexism“. That means leaving the field wide open to the hatemongers. Not so smart.

What we need is a radical change in how we deal with sexualized violence. To whitewash and cheapen it is also a German cultural legacy. In order to change that, a lot is needed: to close the loopholes in sex-assault laws, so that all cases in which sexual dealings go against someone’s will, are prosecuted. At the moment, that’s not the case in Germany.

Also: Codes of conduct for potential perpetrators — not for potential victims. Education about crossing boundaries and abuse in schools. More and better advice in offices and associations. Better access to psychotherapy for victims. Emergency help for domestic violence victims (that is, functioning women’s shelters). Some steps would even be quite simple and cost nothing: The media could take part by no longer talking of “sex perpetrators” and “sex scandals”, when it’s all about violence (or, in “Bild” style: “SEX MOBS”).

And in fact, the victims of the New Year’s assaults are only being used in the short term right now, to paint a picture of the first big scandal of the year. In the end they, like so many others, will be left on their own. There will be more sexualized violence in Germany every day, but the topic will be visibly at an end. In the end, that’s worse than if we’d never talked about it.

Links, all German, as in original.

She really hits all the nails on the head here, doesn’t she? The German media are as daft about all this as the politicians and PEGIDA. And there’s not a whole lot of daylight between them on this matter, either. They all seem to think that expulsion and surveillance will be the magic bullets that prevent any more herd sexual assaults. Never mind that at so many predominantly German cultural events, such as the Köln carnival or Oktoberfest, gangs of men have also been known to roam around, group-groping women with much outcry at the moment — and total impunity later on.

And I just dare you to google “sexism in Germany”, in English, any time you like. You’ll see plenty of evidence that the phenomenon is home-grown, not imported. Even group sexual assault. and gang rape. Because why go to the Middle East or North Africa for that when you can already get it at home, and have been forever?

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Ashes to ashes, funk to funky…

Posted on January 11, 2016 by Sabina Becker

I got a rumor from Ground Control…oh no, don’t say it’s true:

Sadly, it IS true. David Bowie is gone. And he has left us a final space oddity to remember him by in the form of his last album, Blackstar. And the video for the title track is a bizarre jewel that only makes sense now:

It opens with a shot of a temple on another world, in which Major Tom’s space suit lies empty. There is a priestess who guards a jewel-encrusted skull which, presumably, comes from the lost astronaut. And David Bowie, alien visitor, is revisiting the hero of one of his earliest hits, paying homage to his remains. It seems not to make much sense until one realizes that he was contemplating his own impending death at the time the record and video were being made. And preparing them as a final goodbye to Planet Earth.

In a way, this feels like yet another coming-full-circle moment in the life of a man who did it over and over. David Bowie — himself just the stage persona of one David Jones, who changed his name only because there was another famous Davy Jones already — was one who birthed, gave life to, and then buried one persona after another, starting with this one:

Notice how he sings of his then-current persona in the past tense, and as if he were someone else that David Bowie, né David Jones, was merely a bandmate or fan of? Even so early in his career, he was already contemplating death, in a manner of speaking. It was the death of an alter ego. Ziggy “died” only to be replaced by Aladdin Sane, and then the Thin White Duke, as further stage personae gave way to one another in a dizzying succession.

Meanwhile, as the Seventies wore on and various drug-addicted rock gods (Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison, among others) flamed out much too young, it seemed that David Bowie was in danger of dying himself. His cocaine addiction, a fueling factor behind the scandalous phase that began with Ziggy and ended with the Duke, was starting to torment him with hallucinations (like the “little green wheels” that followed him, in “Ashes to Ashes”) and paranoia. His first marriage, always tumultuous, was failing. He was malnourished, and it showed in his face. He realized he would not last long if he remained in Los Angeles, where he was then living the dangerous high life. Scary monsters were after him in truth. Terrified, he fled to West Berlin in 1976, and stayed for three more years. There, he came back down to Earth, finally got clean and made a full recovery, and released three more successful albums in the meantime. A chance sighting of a pair of young lovers by the Berlin Wall inspired him to this iconic title track:

After that, there were no more drug-addled, space-cadet personae layered on top. In the 1980s, with the releases of Let’s Dance and Modern Love, his career hit an all-time high, with no more of those terrifying near-crashes. In that sense, he was lucky; unlike Major Tom, he made it out of that tin can alive, and with feet firmly planted on earthly soil. His continued survival, both as a musician and as a human being, confounded all the critics who had predicted an early end for him. For four more decades, he carried on stronger than ever, and seemingly invincible. His career expanded still further, and in the early 1980s, and he became David Bowie, the actor. No one who has seen him as the Goblin King, or Pontius Pilate, or the Elephant Man, can forget that he was as multifaceted and enigmatic an actor as he was a singer, songwriter and musician. His rough-hewn face, with its one pale blue eye and one permanently greyed in the iris, with a dilated pupil thanks to a teenaged fistfight over a girl, was both expressive and deceptive. There was a duality about him: the public persona, the private; the ever-changing image, and the constant thread of remarkable creativity behind it. He was as natural an actor as he was a musician, and he was blessed with the acumen to navigate seamlessly from one phase to the next.

Who was David Bowie? For some, he was a rock god, a movie star, a fashion icon, a business wizard; for others, the dubious guy who infamously deflowered a fifteen-year-old groupie (Lori Mattix, who then went on to be virtually sequestered for the next three years by a still more dubious character, namely Jimmy Page). For some, he’s the queer hero who was openly bisexual, carrying on with man after man at a time when British law had only just stopped jailing men for homosexual acts. For others, he’s the lucky devil who married that fabulous Somali supermodel, Iman. Before he met her, he was a man who’d grown jaded with promiscuity; one whose three-year love affair with Susan Sarandon, which began during the filming of The Hunger, apparently marked his tilt in favor of women for the rest of his days. He scandalized, inspired, bewitched and bewildered everyone. He was undeniably great; he was just as undeniably flawed; he was irreducibly complex. He wore his humanness on his sleeve, no matter what other persona was in charge at the moment.

David Jones, a mortal man, died of cancer just yesterday. But David Bowie, the stage persona? He’s immortal, beyond doubt. He lives on in all he left behind for us, the Earthlings. He collaborated often and generously with others, both equally famous and less so; he believed firmly in giving a hand up to young, up-and-coming talents, and lived his belief repeatedly. His last record was, in effect, a goodbye gift for all who loved him and his music. And it is this that we Earthlings will cherish as his intimation of immortality.

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Police break up PEGIDA demo in Köln; counterdemo draws thousands

Posted on January 10, 2016 by Sabina Becker

Video (actually, an outtake from a much longer RT video, by an unrelated YouTuber; the hysterical captioning leads me to believe that it was a PEGIDA sympathizer) of police in Köln breaking up yesterday’s PEGIDA demonstration after hooligans in their midst tried to provoke a riot by throwing cherry bombs and bottles. The announcement of the police’s intent comes at about the 4:50 mark. Some PEGIDA demonstrators claim the provocation came from someone in a grey coat and bearing a press pass, but the troublemaker can’t be seen here and possibly — probably — doesn’t exist. At close to the 6-minute mark, the water cannon starts firing as the police advance, driving the demonstrators back. This takes place at 4:10 in the afternoon. Note that the PEGIDA demo is mostly male, and that indignant Muslim-hating women are strangely few and far between. This is hardly a coincidence.

Towards the end, PEGIDA speaker Dominik Rössler claims that some police officers told him they were on his side, but had “orders from above”. This claim is questionable, of course, but still should be grounds for a police purge if any of it proves true. There is no room for neo-Nazism, in any way, shape or form, on ANY German police force.

And as for PEGIDA, they’re a fucking joke: Where were THEY on New Year’s Eve, as they so cutely ask the police in their little chant? If they’re so keen on “protecting women”, why weren’t they doing it when the assaults happened? Too busy drinking and molesting women themselves, most likely.

Meanwhile, here’s what the flashmob against PEGIDA looked like — same day, different side of the train station:

Note the totally different tone. Much more colorful than PEGIDA, that bunch of greyfaces. Also, much more cheerful. And much, much more female. (I can live without the thrash-metal background music that was added on by the YouTuber, but whatever.)

You can hear a speaker warning that hooligans have joined the PEGIDA crowd. (This is true.) She also urges the antifascist contingent to stick together, not be driven apart, and not give in to provocation.

And oh yeah: You’ll also note that there are NO cherry bombs going off in this demo, and no bottles being thrown at anyone.

Who are the real thugs in Germany, again?

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Music for a Sunday: We’ll see how brave you are…

Posted on January 10, 2016 by Sabina Becker

…and all your dollies have friends.

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New Year’s assaults in Köln: A different local view, and a challenge

Posted on January 9, 2016 by Sabina Becker

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Via a post by Hanna Dahlberg on the Störenfriedas blog, I found this wonderful Facebook status by a resident of Köln. Regina Schleheck was also at the main train station in the city that night, and also surrounded by a crowd of mostly North African or Arab-looking men, some of whom were obviously dead drunk. But what happened to her could hardly be more different than what took place in front of the cathedral. Here’s my translation of the relevant bits:

I’ve been watching the growing hype around the events at the main train station in Köln for the past three days. Yes, I was there. For about three hours. In the side near the Breslauer Platz. I can’t speak to what happened at the station square near the Cathedral. […] I was standing in the middle of a crowd of maybe 90 percent men of Arab origin. The platform entryways were closed off, because the platforms were overcrowded and some people had gotten onto the train tracks, so the DB [Deutsche Bahn, Germany’s public railway corporation] had stopped all trains.

[…]

Some of the men that I could see had drunk too much and were staggering. One sat completely overcome in a corner, and vomited. In Köln, during Carnival, drunkenness is much more common. Then people booze it up in hordes, holler, grope, urinate and puke, and those are mostly home-grown locals, just kicking up their heels.

The ones I saw that night were individuals, and they weren’t left alone. There were others who looked after them, and to whom that was apparently embarrassing. All the people around me acted calmly, patiently, and very caringly. I was there for hours and could not see a single assault taking place. The men around me — and there were very, very many — took great care not to get too close to me, in spite of the crowding. What’s more, they used their arms to protect me from all the bodies that were being shoved in on all sides. They were very friendly, were sorry about the situation, tried to intervene, asked where I was trying to get to, asked others who were standing further up if the train I needed was at the platform or being announced. They struck up conversations, telling me where they had come from, and what they were doing here, keeping the peace all the time.

Here, people often fly off the handle when there are a few people standing ahead of them at the checkout in the grocery store. Elsewhere, people are presumably used to quite different things. Naturally there were some exceptions at the train station. But I suspect that the number has been blown greatly out of proportion, because it fits in with prevailing fears. I experienced the situation quite differently.

Please take the reports seriously, but not the hysteria that’s currently making the rounds.

Please note that Frau Schleheck does NOT say she doesn’t believe the victims who came forward. Only that in this other part of the station, where she was, a very different atmosphere reigned. Here, the “foreign” men were very considerate, striking up friendly conversations, protecting her from being crowded and jostled. A few were visibly drunk, but none tried to assault her; their comrades were clearly embarrassed by the drunks (remember, Islam forbids drunkenness). Some even tried to help her get to her train in a station which was very crowded that night and from which no trains were running because some of the crowds had spilled over onto the tracks.

Three hours or so in a train station with a crowd that appeared to be 90% Arab or North African, and she wasn’t molested once. In fact, these nasty-wasty brown-skinned villains took it on themselves to protect her from that! A miracle? Or just basic human nature, asserting itself at its best?

Hey, all you racists and xenophobes out there, hate-reading this: I dare you to explain this one to me. And furthermore, I challenge you to do it without your usual ageism, which is just another outlet for your tired old sexism. Go on, enlighten me, you white, WHITE knights. And please, TRY to show signs of literacy.

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Wankers of the Week: Bumfight at the Nokay Corral

Posted on January 8, 2016 by Sabina Becker

Crappy weekend, everyone! Well, how about that shitshow down the Oregon Trail? If you ever wanted to see a graphic demonstration of how Manfest Destiny and white supremacism are bullshit, you came to the right place. The dregs of humanity have picked one sad hill to die on, and it seems that they’re determined to do just that, in the stupidest and most pointless way possible. Not surprisingly, this has been a banner week for wankers, so here they are, in no particular order:

1. Peter Fucking Munk. He donated more than the legal amount to the Conservative party…THREE FUCKING TIMES. Ordinarily I would be mad, but they lost the last election and appear to be fucked for the foreseeable future. I only hope that someday soon, he’ll kick himself over this bad investment…from behind the bars at Millhaven.

2. Simon Fucking Danczuk. Is anyone else chuffed by the irony of a conservative British Labour MP being caught with his pants down, almost literally? No? Well, would it help if I mentioned that he wrote a book exposing a peer from another party as a pedophile? And that he’s been caught textually harassing a teenager? Yeah, I thought that might do it.

3. Art Fucking Roderick. Never mind that a bunch of armed and dangerous wackos conspiring to overthrow the government (that’s TREASON!) have just basically stolen an entire building. They’re still not thugs, says this bozo, because they’re not “looting”? I guess “looting” is one more media euphemism for existing while black now.

4. Daryush Fucking Valizadeh. Well, so much for that vaunted male superiority in all things. Roosh V and all his lesser douches suffer from a distinct lack of basic reading comprehension. But then again, as more than one wag has pointed out on the tweeter, this all fits with the pickup assholes’ inability to hear the word NO.

5. Greg Fucking Abbott. I never thought I’d see the day when I actually became nostalgic for Gubnor Goodhair (i.e. Rick “Crotch” Perry), but this guy just went and made me do it. Crotch was a lot of kinds of fucked-up, but at least he didn’t actively call for the assassination of his own president. This guy, on the other hand…

6. Deneen Fucking Borelli. Moron, please. Learn the meanings of words. “Outreach” does not mean what you think it does. It is not “overgrowth of government”, “government gone wild”, or anything else that the bubbleheads of FUX Snooze love to say they hate in a government. And “federal land” doesn’t mean the feds own it; it means that the public, that is, the PEOPLE own it (as opposed to a few incompetent, deadbeat private ranchers like the Bundy KKKlan), and the government merely appoints stewards to manage it and keep it healthy. Did any of you dumbFUX ever take a civics class and pass it? Doesn’t smell that way.

7. Alex Fucking Jones. BoogaboogaboogaGEORGESOROS! BoogaboogaboogaFALSEFLAG! BoogaboogaboogaINFILTRATORS! And amid all the booga-booga-booga, not one word of sense, much less an explanation as to how George Soros — that busy, busy bastard! — manages to infiltrate all those “patriot militia” kiddie-armies to turn them all into their own worst enemies. Uh, maybe because they don’t need anyone else’s help to lapse into complete and utter fascist lunacy? And because the only “martial law” that’s in danger of engulfing the land is the kind these bozos themselves would enact if they had their widdle druthers? PS: WTF is “soft martial law”, anyway? Is that where the gummint comes armed with bolsters and duvets to engage these yeehawdis in a pillow-fight?

8. Jon Fucking Ritzheimer, AGAIN. Send him $10 million, he’s gonna get his ass shot off by the feds — or so he says. Better still, don’t send him or any of the rest of those assclowns a cent, or a single bag of Cheetos. They’ll give up their siege at the bird sanctuary once they start running low on food, because let’s face it, they wouldn’t know how to eat a songbird. That’s for the French, and these guys ain’t no cheese-eatin’ surrender monkeys. Well, except for the orange fake cheese that’s on the Cheetos, maybe. PS: Ha, ha.

9. Ethan Fucking Couch, AGAIN. $2,100 for booze and strippers — that’s how much Affluenza Boy’s mom had to pay to bail him out when the Mexican joints where he got bombed kicked him out and had him escorted back to his hotel to make sure they got their money. At this rate, that spoiled brat is well on his way to liver cirrhosis. Too bad he’s not also on his way to face justice back home.

10. Anne Fucking Graham Fucking Lotz. Why the double Fucking? Because that’s how stupid you’d have to be to believe in a Rapture at all, much less that same-sex marriage will bring it about. Lady, we’ve had it up here in Canada for over ten years now. Do you see any of us getting yoinked skyward sans clothes because of it? Nope…we’re all much too busy living and dying the way people normally do. Because it hasn’t affected anyone’s life here in any way except positively, for those who want to marry a same-sex partner. And that’s all as it should be.

11. Michele Fucking Fiore. Hooray, Cancer Fungus Twit is posing with guns again. And in tacky clothing again, too! This time, it’s for a “Second Amendment” calendar…which, with any luck, won’t sell a single copy. Let’s hope her term soon ends without a repeat, too.

12. Mike Fucking Vanderboegh. Yes, go on telling yourself that the idiots in Oregon are really “working for the government”. Sorry, Vanderbozo, but this is your circus, and those are YOUR flying monkeys. And they are the logical outcome of what happens when people don’t learn what an actual militia is or does. (Hint: an actual militia is under command of the government, not its own winged simian leaders. Why else would the US constitution, a document setting out the basic outlines for the US government, ever mention it?)

13. Cale Fucking Hartmann. Oh, boo fucking hoo, your name is now famous for all the wrong reasons! Yeah, well, you should have thought of all that BEFORE you lifted a hand on your former girlfriends, shouldn’t you?

14. John Fucking Kasich. Wow. Biggest news of the week and he never even heard of it, even though one of his closest strategists has? How is he running for president when he can’t keep abreast of federal issues — and federal lawbreakers who might, if it came down to it, try to undermine HIS authority, too?

15. Ammon Fucking Bundy. Newsflash: The people of Harney County (and indeed, ALL Oregon) ARE free already. They don’t need you to come in there hijacking their public buildings (a bird sanctuary, no less) to “free” them or even “assist” them in “claiming their rights”. Unlike you, the overwhelming majority of them didn’t sleep through civics class. They KNOW their rights. They also know how to use dictionaries, and they understand the meaning of words. You? Not so much. PS: How about decrying the tyranny of federal loans, you fuckin’ mooch?

16. Holly Fucking Jones. Yeah, how dare that poor sick woman throw a heart attack and ruin your widdle New Year’s Eve din-din? Doesn’t she know what a special snowflake you are? Or that horrible restaurant owner who put another human life ahead of your “business”? WAAAAAAA! Oh, wait, you sez you wuz hacked? But you still demand “respect”? Yeah, pull the other one, because no one believes you. What were they supposed to do to “respect” you, throw a tablecloth over her and leave her to die while you sorted out your $700 bar tab? Idiot.

17. Andrea Fucking Tantaros. Just because YOU use transparent manipulative strategies on other people doesn’t mean the POTUS does, you racist twit. Now, don’t you have some dude to go home to and do the horizontal hula with, or make a fucking sammitch for?

18. Gordon Fucking Klingenschmitt. Nice to see that John Jacob Jingleheimer hasn’t lost his whackjobbity, struggling-to-remain-relevant edge, eh? Yeah, summary execution of judges who don’t rule the way you want them to when it comes to arson and poaching on public land. GREAT idea. Spread it far and wide, and hear the laughter echoing back from the hills!

19. Mike Fucking Coffman. You STILL don’t know that Barack Obama was born in Hawaii? D’oh. Then you’d better shut up about gun issues too, because I doubt you’re capable of processing a goddamn thing.

20. Dean Del Fucking Mastro. Well, well. Look who’s back in the news again. Good ol’ Dino. Only now, he’s no longer in office, and his party’s no longer in power, so all the appeals in the world won’t help him. Looks like this court case is gonna be some fun to watch, even if the outcome IS a foregone conclusion.

21. Antonin Fucking Scalia. Clearly he DID go to a bad law school. Because how else to explain that he doesn’t understand the first thing about the constitutional separation of church and state?

22. Jeb Fucking Bush. How thick IS that plastic bubble, Jebby? He seriously thinks his brother Dubya is “popular”, after all this time? And after the latter was all but drummed out of the White House personally by the Obamas, to loud cheers from the crowd? A man this far out of touch doesn’t deserve to be president, no matter who joins his campaign — but it’s really hilarious when it’s his brother, the doofus who made Epic Fail a presidential thing. PS: Crackhead’s daddy says WHAT?

23. Tom Fucking Cotton. Say, isn’t it illegal to take money from foreign powers to lobby the US government without at least registering as a foreign agent? Yes…yes, it is. But somehow it doesn’t matter if it’s Israel or one of its PACs. Or if you make a cool million off it. Then, it’s just bidness as usual for a congresscritter!

24. Rick Fucking Wiles. Why the hell would Obama want to start a civil war, let alone be happy about it? You’re thinking of those morons in Oregon, fuckhead.

25. Fucking PETA. Frankly, the headline on this piece should read “Jerky Vegans Bring Vegan Jerky to Non-Vegan Jerks”. Are you all TRYING to alienate the majority of people in the world, PETA? If so, good job…AGAIN. And way to help prolong that idiotic standoff, too.

26. Roy Fucking Moore. Oh gawd, this guy again. What is he still doing in judicial robes, anyway? He should have been de-benched long ago. Thankfully, not everyone is taking his judicial ordure lying down.

27. Tony Fucking Spears. Pro tip, all you media types out there: When writing of adults sexually abusing 13-year-olds, the word to use is not “tryst”, it is RAPE. It doesn’t matter what the persons in question “subjectively” perceived their relationship to be. It is objectively rape, because 13-year-olds cannot legally give consent in Canada. The age of consent here is 16, and even if the victim is that age or older, “consent” still does not apply to teacher-student relationships, which are ALWAYS sexually off limits. To speak of it in any other terms is to perpetuate rape culture. Got that? Good. Now cut that shit out!

28. Theodore Fucking Shoebat. Newsflash, Batshit: The Middle Ages ended 400 years ago. Nobody burns people at the stake anymore. Not even for supposedly violating crucifixes. However, we do jail people who try to do that to others, now. You don’t want to know what that’s like, do you? No? Good. Then cut that shit out!

29. Brad Fucking Wall. Could you possibly get more heartless, brainless, feckless, gormless, and soulless? I mean, if anyone belongs behind prison bars, eating bad food, it’s THIS guy. And maybe if he were, even just for a day or two, he wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss inmates’ concerns about the slop private contractors (with a bad reputation that preceded them) are trying to palm off on them.

30. Harold Fucking Covington. If you want a white Utopia on the Pacific Northwest, whitey, you’re gonna have to deal with the actual natives of the land, who are not impressed by your shit:

31 and 32. Brian Fucking Cavalier and Blaine Fucking Cooper. Well, well, what have we HERE? An ex-Marine who’s nothing of the sort? A guy with a rap sheet as long as his arm, maybe more, CLAIMING to have been in the USMC, and therefore having a licence to “rage”? And another one who signed on, but never even made it to boot camp? The more layers one peels off the Oregon Onion, the more fraud just seems to come along with them, eh?

33. Joe Fucking Oshaugnessy. And speaking of “militia” frauds, how about this guy? Drinking away all the donations that were supposed to keep his co-cultists in snacks. Yeah, there’s the kind of guy who should be sovereign over the federal lands of Oregon…

34. Paul Fucking LePage. Yes, by all means, do go on blaming outsiders for your own criminal ineptitude at controlling the drug problem in your state, governor. And keep pilin’ on that gratuitous racism, too, it’s a great distraction from things you should be doing but aren’t. What were you elected for, again? PS: And now he’s trying to make out like he’s not racist because Maine is so largely white? Nice try, Booze Nose.

35. William Fucking Cornelius. Wow. He buys his girlfriend a $30 Wal-Mart engagement ring, then goes on to steal some sex toys and edible undies for her before passing out in a food court while trying to tie his shoes? And to think they say romance is dead…

36. The Fucking Oregon State Police. Yes, that’s right, ALL of them. Since no one among them seems interested in interrupting, or even monitoring the shitshow at the bird sanctuary, they can, collectively, be presumed guilty of aiding and abetting terrorism. Get your shit together, guys, these people really want there to be another Waco. You have the power to end it peacefully, so set up those roadblocks, cut all utilities, and don’t let anything in or out until they give themselves up!

37. Jerry Fucking DeLemus. Oh great, look who else has joined the fray. Holy Hannah! When they finally clear those damn terrorist squatters out of Oregon, someone is gonna have to come in and clean up a shitload of bat guano from the bird sanctuary.

38. Ted Fucking Cruz. Y’know, I couldn’t blame the US if they decided to deport him right now. The problem is, neither Canada (where he was born) nor Cuba (where his family’s from) wants him. Sorry, guys, you’re stuck with the fucker. Lo siento muchísimo.

39. George Fucking Zimmerman. It’s getting harder and harder to refrain from praying that he gets into an altercation with a fellow ammosexual, and that the other guy wins, isn’t it?

40. Charles Fucking Koch. Bawwwww. One of the Kochtopus’s two hydra heads is disappointed! And yet, he’s still willing to spend $900 million on further disappointments. I’m sure his beneficiaries will be bawling all the way to the bank.

And finally, to the rapey, racist, sad-ass motherfucker who sent me this lovely little missive just yesterday:

Author: REFUGEES DINDU NUFFIN (IP: 173.176.31.112, modemcable112.31-176-173.mc.videotron.ca)

Email: refugees@dindunuffin.com

lol @ this super insane, hopelessly broken whore. Put a gun in your mouth and pull the trigger – trust me, you won’t be missed.

Isn’t that just so cute? As though I would take orders from my inferiors.

You’d have to be some special kind of stupid if you think white guys don’t do just what the accused of Köln allegedly did. Or if you even think they were all refugees. Well, guess what — there was an American visitor among the arrestees, as well as three totally white Germans. And if you think white men don’t do even worse than those guys, then take a gander at these all-white Brits and get back to me. Frankly, white men (which I assume you yourself are) have absolutely nothing to be proud of when it comes to sexual molestation of the vulnerable.

BTW, “Dindu Nuffin” is a racist reference to black people, based on how they supposedly all talk. Never mind that most of them have far better language skills than Trolly here. (And better reading comprehension, too, since Trolly dropped it on an entry which was not even about black people. Apparently his eyesight is as poor as his reading comprehension, and his color vision is as defective as his frontal lobes.)

Hope you enjoy seeing your IP and ISP posted for all the world to see, Trolly; that is, if you can still see them. I’ve already banned you, and notified your provider that you’re abusing their system. And if the scrutiny gets too intense for you, why not take your own so-called advice? Hell, you can even stick your widdle bang-bang gun up your anus if you want; it’s virtually indistinguishable from your mouth anyway, seeing as the same thing comes out of both.

Good night, and get fucked!

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Venezuelans rescue Chavecito…AGAIN.

Posted on January 7, 2016 by Sabina Becker

Oh look, there’s that ol’ fuddy-duddy, Henry Ramos Allup, thinking he’s finally rid the Venezuelan parliament of all things Bolivarian. He’s in for a helluva shock…

Hey! Remember how, back in 2002, there was a putsch in Venezuela? And how the poor folks came down from the hillside slums around Caracas, surrounded Miraflores Palace (then a nest of fascists and thieves), and demanded their president back? Remember how the soldiers of the Venezuelan national guard listened to the people and retook the palace in the name of the legitimately elected Bolivarian government? And remember how the Venezuelan army brought the real president, Hugo Chávez, back from La Orchila, the island where the fascists had held him kidnapped? Seems like it was just yesterday, eh?

Well, shooby-doo-lang-lang, kids…it’s yesterday once more. Because yesterday, the people of Venezuela once again rescued their president from a mob of fascist oppos, who bought themselves an election because they couldn’t legitimately win. And here’s how they did just that, courtesy Aporrea:

The indignant people rescued a portrait which used to hang from the ceiling of the National Assembly, which was removed today on direct orders from Henry Ramos Allup, who gave the orders very happily to the assembly workers.

But Ramos Allup didn’t count on the people awaiting the Comandante with open arms. That they might take him out of the parliament, but they couldn’t take him from the heart of millions of Venezuelans.

[…]

Another mistake they made was to remove from his place the Liberator of the land, Simón Bolívar, whose image was thrown in a corner with some junk and old furniture. Which makes one imagine what kind of respect they think the founding father of the nation deserves, and which reminds us of the royalists who once betrayed him, and who apparently reincarnated in the new and old politicians of the Venezuelan oligarchy.

Translation mine.

Here’s what they did to the portrait of Bolívar mentioned in the story:

bolivar-desecrated

Compare that to what they did to another portrait of him during the coup of ’02:

bolivar-bathroom

Yup, they stowed him in a bathroom along with some furniture.

The more things “change” when the oppos take power, the more they stay the boring old same, eh?

PS: Oh my. Look who stepped up to claim the picture of Chavecito!

Marisabel Rodríguez, the ex-wife of the late president, Hugo Chávez, asked that his portraits, which the new president of the National Assembly, Henry Ramos Allup, ordered removed from the parliament, be brought to her house.

Via her Twitter account, Rodríguez sent a series of messages to Ramos Allup’s wife, Diana D’Agostino, assuring that nothing would make her happier than to “keep at home what he [Ramos] calls garbage”.

“That won’t be enough to get rid of Chávez from there. The Chávez doctrine is planted and they’d have to erase the Constitution of Venezuela, which is the most important battle of the 20th century,” Rodríguez wrote.

It all began because D’Agostino wrote on her Twitter account: “Respect, tolerance and peace! We must leave behind violence, insults and denigrations. This dark side of Venezuela is on the Way Out.”

Yesterday, Ramos Allup ordered the portraits of Chávez removed, and said, “Throw that garbage out, or give it to the daughters [of Chávez]”, and of the portrait of Bolívar, father of the nation, “Take that crap out of here.”

Translation, again, mine.

Some “respect, tolerance and peace”, eh? It’s like that silly old lady doesn’t know what her silly old man is really doing there. Diana, do you watch TV?

And nice reference to “La Salida” (literally, the Way out), the failed “exit” plan for ousting Nicolás Maduro, too. I’m pretty sure that “dark side” she’s referring to is nothing more than the color of the majority of voters’ skins. Because Venezuela under Chávez was anything but a dark age, in spite of the escuálidos’ efforts to make it so. And while they’re doing their damnedest to usher a new dark age in, I doubt very much they’ll succeed. Especially since the legitimacy of their so-called majority is already under a heavy cloud of suspicion.

PPS: Oh, how embarrassing! Look at what Henry’s gringo sponsors really think of him:

In a document classified as secret by the U.S. Embassy in Caracas, Venezuela, Ambassador William Brownfield had strong words about the newly elected president of Venezuela’s National Assembly, Henry Ramos Allup. “Accion Democratica’s main problem has a name: Henry Ramos Allup,” the document reads. Brownfield, who was ambassador to Venezuela from 2004-2007 called Ramos Allup “crude, abrasive, arrogant and thin-skinned“.

The secret embassy cable was sent on April 17, 2006, eight months before the presidential elections in Venezuela that resulted in the reelection of Hugo Chavez. During the previous year, Ramos Allup had led opposition calls for abstention in the parliamentary elections that took place in December 2005. Brownfield stressed in his text that “Ramos Allup has become perhaps the most vocal advocate of electoral abstention … Ramos Allup said those who advocated participation in the December 2006 presidential elections would be voting ‘with their pants around their ankles.’ He has disparaged those who have declared themselves as candidates.”

[…]

Accion Democratica, one of the traditional political parties in Venezuela known for corruption, clientelism and neoliberalism has been a major recipient of international financing, violating Venezuelan law that prohibits foreign financing of political parties in the country. Ambassador Brownfield criticized Ramos Allup’s reliance on international support. In a section of the secret document entitled “Solve Our Problems For Us,” Brownfield wrote, “Rather than court Venezuelan voters, Ramos Allup’s principal political strategy has been to seek help from the international community.” Brownfield also revealed that representatives of Accion Democratica (AD) “have explicitly and repeatedly sought funds and favors from the Embassy. When refused by one Embassy official, they ask another.”

[…]

Although Henry Ramos Allup has only been the new president of the National Assembly of Venezuela for two days, his authoritarian tendencies are clear. Ramos Allup already flagrantly violated a decision by the Supreme Tribunal of Justice (TSJ) regarding the election of three legislators from Amazonas state, swearing them into office while the election results are still under review. The opposition leader has also abruptly shut off the microphones of socialist legislators, removed the paintings of Simon Bolivar and Hugo Chavez from the National Assembly grounds and has indicated that his main objective is ousting President Maduro within the next six months.

His dictatorial propensity is well known by the US government. Ambassador Brownfield underlined that Ramos Allup “does not support alternative views … Not only is AD extremely vertically organized, it is also dictatorial.”

Finally, Brownfield referred to Ramos Allup in his secret cable, which was sent to the US Secretary of State, the US Southern Command and over a dozen US Embassies in Latin America and the United Nations, as “delusional” and “a relic of the past”.

Thanks, Wikileaks, for all that welcome comic relief!

How ironic that the same silly gringo who made all those noises about Chavecito being “dictatorial” (when he most certainly wasn’t), was quietly telling Washington the same about a man who actually was, and is. You can see just from the video at the top how arrogant and dictatorial Henry Ramos Allup is. Nobody elected HIM president, and no one ever will. He was appointed by the MUD, not the people, to preside over their miserable, crooked faction of the National Assembly. And his ride is gonna be short and very bumpy.

Finally, as thanks for sticking with me this far, please enjoy a little music: