Monthly Archives: September 2009

Go, girl.

This is awesome! Big bad terrorist, getting his ass kicked by a girl, who proceeds to shoot him with his own crappy gun.

I hope she gets that reward. It’d be such a boon for her family. What a great story.

[H/t: Mark Steyn.]


Reader Darrell reminded me that Roman Polanski’s taste for young girls is an ongoing theme, not an isolated, unfortunate, misunderstood incident. He became intimately involved with German actress Nastassja Kinski when she was but 15 years old. He was in his ’40′s. Ew. His current wife, the delicious Emmanuelle Seigner, was 23 when he married her and he was in his ’50′s. The latter is not illegal, though it is yucky and indicative of his pattern of preferring women much, much younger than he.

At least Seigner was legal.

Everything is more dangerous in Oz.

Riding a motorcycle is dangerous business. You are exposed, with no roll cage to take the impact for you and no restraint to keep you from flying a mile down the road and landing on your face. There are many dangers to keep in mind when riding your bike, but it should come as no surprise that riding is even more dangerous in Australia.

Dodging cars, anticipating the actions of the drivers around you, taking in the road conditions, the weather, and your bike’s weak points, not to mention the physics involved in all of this is bad enough–but kangaroos? That’s an act of God. How can you anticipate kangaroos?

The motorcyclist was travelling north on the Captain Cook Highway just north of the Holloway’s Beach roundabout when the accident happened.

The 54-year-old rider was heading home after finishing work at Cairns airport at 3am yesterday when the kangaroo leapt “out of nowhere” and hit the front wheel.

The kangaroo is understood to have fled the scene and remains at large. The man remains in Cairns Base Hospital with a broken shoulder blade and bruising to his lung.

The kangaroo remains at large. We can only hope that its conscience gets the better of it and it turns itself in.


I used to love Shep Smith and Studio B. Unfortunately, now that I’ve got the tv to myself for a little bit each morning, I have had a chance to watch Fox News on a regular basis, and Shep annoys the hell out of me now. He’s so condescending to the proles who dare criticize the Anointed One. His attitude is one of gentle mockery, the sophisticate in the midst of illiterate conspiracy theorists. He’s always been less than “conservative” as far as Fox anchors go, but that’s not what bothers me. It’s the mockery of folks mostly mean well that pisses me off.


Perhaps Jewel’s been living in Texas or Wyoming or wherever she hangs her hat these days for too long–she’s out of touch with the sophistication of Tinseltown. I hated Pieces of Me, but I think I’m going to buy whatever album she’s put out recently out of principle.

I am too tired and must rise too early to get into all that is wrong with Hollywood at this particular moment, but someday soon I will. I do not ever make the mistake of underestimating the depravity of celebrities and the moneymen behind them. Of course Woody Allen is going to defend Polanski! He started an affair with his de facto adopted daughter when she was criminally young. Sick, twisted f*cks, all of them.

The amoral worldview pressed upon us by Hollywood is anti-woman, anti-child and pro-exploitation. We need to ignore the celebrity culture en masse to rid ourselves of these “esteemed” monsters. Pondering the legitimacy of the child rape taboo in Western culture is not avant garde or subversive, it’s sick and it’s wrong and it’s evil. It is not a lifestyle choice, or even a sexual preference. It is predation, and it destroys the victims for the rest of their lives. No such thing as normal sex or sexuality after that. I believe that sexual predators should be put to death, for there is no coming back from that kind of depravity.

Real people are destroyed by child rape and molestation–it isn’t some bourgeois concept to be debated in coffeehouses. Real lives are broken, often with disatrous results decades after the initial violation. We need to protect our children, apparently from the peedos in Hollywood. Remember that the next time you go to spend your money on some hot new Oscar contender on opening night.

[As an aside: I like the title of Steyn's Corner post. There's a sweetness to it.]

Last thought before sleep.

One last question: Obama has only met with Gen. McChrystal once in the last 70 or so days? That’s just pathetic.

More later, because I’m really tired.

Good Lord, people.

Are you kidding me? Let’s move on, folks.


I’m pretty sure that the ladies at Feministing won’t be flattered by my link, but I really liked what they had to say on the arrest of Roman Polanski. They approach it from a sane and level-headed place. I think Feministing and can agree that the bleating from the “artistic” community and the cries of injustice are appalling. A young girl was raped–Polanski was convicted–and yet his artistic contribution negates the horror of his crime? What about that girl? What about the life she has lived, compared to the life she should have had? It shouldn’t be surprising, as you cannot expect Hollywood to care about women as anything more than warm bodies, sex objects.

As for Polanski’s lauded artistic contribution, I certainly hope these apologists are not counting The Ninth Gate. Ew.


A lot of people say things like this: “It’s not the college degree, it’s what you do with your life (with or without it).” As an excellent writer without credentials, I have to say that I’m not sure they all mean it.

William Safire has died. He will be missed.


I’m awfully glad that Iran is not the threat the devious Israelis would like us to believe. What a huge relief. If I hadn’t been assured by the Obama administration and Robert Gates that there is nothing to fear but Republicans and Christians, I’d be a little concerned at this point.

It’s a good thing that others do my thinking for me.

I heart you, Poland.

Damn, I love the Eastern Europeans.

Too bad, so sad.

What a travesty! A cowardly old paedophile is nabbed after thirty years on the lam. However will Hollywood carry on?

Expect to hear the whining about the injustice of it all in the coming days, with folks like Johnny Depp sure to speak out. With all respect to Depp, whose talent I greatly admire, if Polanski hadn’t been so hellbent on acting guilty, this part of his life would more than likely be history at this point. Now he’s facing jail.


Steyn’s column this weekend is fantastic. I am so dispirited by the ease with which people in this country accept the dangerous drivel that Obama is peddling, this make-nice kindergarten self-esteem sap about no one country being able to dominate another, how one man’s theocratic dictator is another man’s Supreme Leader. It’s insipid, fantastical liberal claptrap, indicative of the left’s inability to go deeper than surface on anything. It’s nice to read something by someone who is not completely insane or stoned out of their mind, (the latter being the only plausible explanation for blind faith in the empty rhetoric of the left).

President Obama said: “No nation can or should try to dominate another nation.”

Pardon me? Did a professional speechwriter write that? Or did you outsource it to a starry-eyed runner-up in the Miss America pageant? Whether or not any nation “should try” to dominate another, they certainly “can,” and do so with effortless ease, all over the planet and throughout human history.

And how about this passage?

“I have been in office for just nine months – though some days it seems a lot longer. I am well aware of the expectations that accompany my presidency around the world. These expectations are not about me. Rather, they are rooted, I believe, in a discontent with a status quo that has allowed us to be increasingly defined by our differences.”

Forget the first part: That’s just his usual narcissistic “But enough about me, let’s talk about what the world thinks of me” shtick. But the second is dangerous in its cowardly evasiveness: For better or worse, we are defined by our differences – and, if Barack Obama doesn’t understand that when he’s at the podium addressing a room filled with representatives of Iran, Sudan, Saudi Arabia, North Korea, Venezuela and other unlovely polities, the TV audience certainly did when Col. Gadhafi took to the podium immediately afterward. They’re both heads of state of sovereign nations. But, if you’re on an Indian Ocean island when the next tsunami hits, try calling Libya instead of the United States and see where it gets you.

I can’t say it any better, so I’m not going to try. Read the whole thing.

Is it hot in here?

I’ve got to smoke a cigarette after reading this week’s SotW. I love Ebb Tide, but I’ve never quite thought about it like that before. Thank you for that, Steyn. (And I mean it.)

In all seriousness, one of the things I love about things like the SotW is that I’m going outside my comfort zone. I like music, but I’m not a musician. I can sing pretty well, but I am not a composer. I can take apart poetry, but for some reason, lyrics and music must be dismantled for me. So I’m learning something while being exposed to interesting music. It’s great.

Now I’ve got to go buy some smokes.