The Derb is the Word…or is He?

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Who would’ve thought such a mild-mannered, bourgeois Englishman could ignite such a fibre-optic firestorm?

A few weekends back, all right-thinking Left-leaners united for a hyperextended Two Minutes Hate session against one John Derbyshire, a Brit expat and paleocon pundit who occupies a comfy niche amongst America’s “alternative Right”. Turns out that the round-goggled reprobate saw fit to scribe a rather un-PC survival guide for the melanin-deficient; and, judging from the resultant comments, and the rash of responses from various Lefty haunts, it appears to have left many a pissed-off Progressive in its wake.

Having previously clicked and leafed through Derbyshire’s output, including his musings on multiculturalism, immigration, and racial IQ, I registered little in the way of surprise when I read the article. It struck me as something of a synthesis of his scribblings, citing crime stats and group averages to concretize another slab of “conservative pessimism”.

I must admit that, whilst I’m not down with the paleocon paradigm for a number of reasons, I appreciate their often incisive criticisms of PC equalitarian conceits. Similarly, whatever misgivings I have with Derb’s Taki Mag piece, I admire his refusal to apologize to his detractors for speaking his mind, even in the face of a firing.

That said, “The Talk” left me feeling rather ambivalent upon “hearing” it…

I don’t see much of anything to contest in the first six points Derbyshire makes, seeing as they simply describe percentages, people, and phenomena that can be be observed or deduced sans value judgement (with the exception of the fourth point, a prescription of civic equity):

(1) Among your fellow citizens are forty million who identify as black, and whom I shall refer to as black. The cumbersome (and MLK-noncompliant) term “African-American” seems to be in decline, thank goodness. “Colored” and “Negro” are archaisms. What you must call “the ‘N’ word” is used freely among blacks but is taboo to nonblacks.

(2) American blacks are descended from West African populations, with some white and aboriginal-American admixture. The overall average of non-African admixture is 20-25 percent. The admixture distribution is nonlinear, though: “It seems that around 10 percent of the African American population is more than half European in ancestry.” (Same link.)

(3) Your own ancestry is mixed north-European and northeast-Asian, but blacks will take you to be white.

(4) The default principle in everyday personal encounters is, that as a fellow citizen, with the same rights and obligations as yourself, any individual black is entitled to the same courtesies you would extend to a nonblack citizen. That is basic good manners and good citizenship. In some unusual circumstances, however—e.g., paragraph (10h) below—this default principle should be overridden by considerations of personal safety.

(5) As with any population of such a size, there is great variation among blacks in every human trait (except, obviously, the trait of identifying oneself as black). They come fat, thin, tall, short, dumb, smart, introverted, extroverted, honest, crooked, athletic, sedentary, fastidious, sloppy, amiable, and obnoxious. There are black geniuses and black morons. There are black saints and black psychopaths. In a population of forty million, you will find almost any human type. Only at the far, far extremes of certain traits are there absences. There are, for example, no black Fields Medal winners. While this is civilizationally consequential, it will not likely ever be important to you personally. Most people live and die without ever meeting (or wishing to meet) a Fields Medal winner.

(6) As you go through life, however, you will experience an ever larger number of encounters with black Americans. Assuming your encounters are random—for example, not restricted only to black convicted murderers or to black investment bankers—the Law of Large Numbers will inevitably kick in. You will observe that the means—the averages—of many traits are very different for black and white Americans, as has been confirmed by methodical inquiries in the human sciences.

The next three points take a detour down Anecdote Avenue, linking particular cases of black hostility to buttress his point. Though I’m not so sure about his percentages, he does make some universally applicable observations about the dynamics of identitarianism, the herd instinct, and intergenerational grudges:

(7) Of most importance to your personal safety are the very different means for antisocial behavior, which you will see reflected in, for instance, school disciplinary measures, political corruption, and criminal convictions.

(8) These differences are magnified by the hostility many blacks feel toward whites. Thus, while black-on-black behavior is more antisocial in the average than is white-on-white behavior, average black-on-white behavior is a degree more antisocial yet.

(9) A small cohort of blacks—in my experience, around five percent—is ferociously hostile to whites and will go to great lengths to inconvenience or harm us. A much larger cohort of blacks—around half—will go along passively if the five percent take leadership in some event. They will do this out of racial solidarity, the natural willingness of most human beings to be led, and a vague feeling that whites have it coming.

It’s with the tenth point that Derb drops the bombshell:

(10) Thus, while always attentive to the particular qualities of individuals, on the many occasions where you have nothing to guide you but knowledge of those mean differences, use statistical common sense:

(10a) Avoid concentrations of blacks not all known to you personally.

(10b) Stay out of heavily black neighborhoods.

(10c) If planning a trip to a beach or amusement park at some date, find out whether it is likely to be swamped with blacks on that date (neglect of that one got me the closest I have ever gotten to death by gunshot).

(10d) Do not attend events likely to draw a lot of blacks.

(10e) If you are at some public event at which the number of blacks suddenly swells, leave as quickly as possible.

(10f) Do not settle in a district or municipality run by black politicians.

(10g) Before voting for a black politician, scrutinize his/her character much more carefully than you would a white.

(10h) Do not act the Good Samaritan to blacks in apparent distress, e.g., on the highway.

(10i) If accosted by a strange black in the street, smile and say something polite but keep moving.

Now, if the amount of predatory crime committed by American blackfolk really is off the charts; if predominantly black areas really do amount to danger zones, then Derbyshire’s prescriptions (some of them, at least) make sense. I certainly read of enough cases of American black-on-nonblack violence to think his concerns not so easily dismissible. Between his trend analysis and his own near-death experience, I can understand his apprehension: pattern-recognition often proves a useful survival mechanism. I can imagine a raceflipped version of this convo taking place in many a black American household, some fifty years back.

Fuck it! I can hear an intraracial version of this convo taking place in many a present-day black household. I know the typical black parent doesn’t visualise “gangbanger”, “pimp”, or “corpse” as an ideal for their progeny.

Which brings me onto where I think Derb’s piece falls short. In his personal profiling, does he discern any other constants beyond phenotypes?  Does he factor in other aspects of appearance and behaviour, such as age, dress, and demeanour? From my experience, these elements often prove just as, if not more, important than race. For example, I generally avoid contact with groups of besuited, bag-touting blackfolk, as experience tells me they’re likely to be Jay-Dubyas; I make a point of ignoring eager-eyed clipboard-carriers of any hue (who tend to be just as irritatingly evangelistic as the aforementioned Jehovahs); I find youth, loudness, and multiplicity an obnoxious combination in any shade (especially with a ghetto/chav aesthetic thrown in); but I’m not inclined to hang out with socially conservative bourgeois types, like Derbyshire, either.

It’s not that Derb’s being too discriminating when he puts his focus on racial profiling but, rather, not discriminating enough. As a result, his race-über-alles outlook overrules or obscures other, often more important aspects, as is apparent in his special focus on black politicians. Though I’m no fan of Obama, my gripes with him have fuck-all to do with race and everything to do with him being, to all intents and purposes, Dubya 2.0. Similarly, the phenomenon of racial identity politics, exemplified by folk like Al Sharpton and Diane Abbott, is often exploited by vote-hungry white politicos, as well. Personally, were I to put weight on any one common factor in my judgement of the aforementioned, it’d be their allegiance to the self-selected predator class known as “politicians”.

Still, in fairness to Derb, he acknowledges the sweeping hastiness of some of his prescriptions in a follow-up article:

On one hand, I wish I had elaborated some on that, to the effect that in view of not-uncommon outcomes such as the one to which I linked, you just need to be a whole lot more wary about acting the Good Samaritan when the distressed traveler is black (even if you yourself are black). One can think of cases where you should act anyway, but in most situations, I’d still recommend double caution.

On the other hand, the context here is advice to kids. Deciding which situation says, “Stay out of this!” and which says, “Help the guy” requires an act of judgment. Kids don’t have very good judgment; so a blanket “Stay out of this!” is not bad advice in context.

Readers, even quite friendly and intelligent ones…emailed in to say things such as: “I live in a heavily black neighborhood, and things are just fine, never any trouble.”

I don’t doubt it. Of course there are nice black neighborhoods. That misses my point about statistical common sense. A white person who finds himself in a neighborhood about which he knows nothing except that it is heavily black is more likely to encounter trouble than he would in some strange neighborhood not heavily black.

Onto the eleventh and twelfth points, which touch on racial IQ statistics and Affirmative Action:

(11) The mean intelligence of blacks is much lower than for whites. The least intelligent ten percent of whites have IQs below 81; forty percent of blacks have IQs that low. Only one black in six is more intelligent than the average white; five whites out of six are more intelligent than the average black. These differences show in every test of general cognitive ability that anyone, of any race or nationality, has yet been able to devise. They are reflected in countless everyday situations. “Life is an IQ test.”

(12) There is a magnifying effect here, too, caused by affirmative action. In a pure meritocracy there would be very low proportions of blacks in cognitively demanding jobs. Because of affirmative action, the proportions are higher. In government work, they are very high. Thus, in those encounters with strangers that involve cognitive engagement, ceteris paribus the black stranger will be less intelligent than the white. In such encounters, therefore—for example, at a government office—you will, on average, be dealt with more competently by a white than by a black. If that hostility-based magnifying effect (paragraph 8) is also in play, you will be dealt with more politely, too. “The DMV lady“ is a statistical truth, not a myth.

At first, I questioned his mentioning of racial IQs in the article: whilst I find the subject rather intriguing, it reads like a detraction from the general “safety” angle the article takes. Whatever the underlying reasons for it, low IQ, per se, doesn’t register as an immediate existential threat (though it increases its possessor’s chances of winning a Darwin Award!). On reflection though, it plays into the twelfth point concerning the pervasiveness of Affirmative Action. If blackfolk who fall short of the mark are nevertheless being employed in the name of “proportional representation”, it highlights an insidious type of state-endorsed racial reductionism that does neither blacks nor nonblacks any favours in the long run.

Which brings me to my personal bugbears of the whole piece: the final three points:

(13) In that pool of forty million, there are nonetheless many intelligent and well-socialized blacks. (I’ll use IWSB as an ad hoc abbreviation.) You should consciously seek opportunities to make friends with IWSBs. In addition to the ordinary pleasures of friendship, you will gain an amulet against potentially career-destroying accusations of prejudice.

(14) Be aware, however, that there is an issue of supply and demand here. Demand comes from organizations and businesses keen to display racial propriety by employing IWSBs, especially in positions at the interface with the general public—corporate sales reps, TV news presenters, press officers for government agencies, etc.—with corresponding depletion in less visible positions. There is also strong private demand from middle- and upper-class whites for personal bonds with IWSBs, for reasons given in the previous paragraph and also (next paragraph) as status markers.

(15) Unfortunately the demand is greater than the supply, so IWSBs are something of a luxury good, like antique furniture or corporate jets: boasted of by upper-class whites and wealthy organizations, coveted by the less prosperous. To be an IWSB in present-day US society is a height of felicity rarely before attained by any group of human beings in history. Try to curb your envy: it will be taken as prejudice (see paragraph 13).

There are several reasons why the acronym “IWSB” annoys the fuck out of me.

Firstly, as a generally asocial, and somewhat antisocial, person, I fucking hate the term “well-socialized”: as if “socialization”—being cleaved to consensus by external forces—is something worth striving for! Sure, I can go through the pleasantries, help out strangers, and, if I like you, step outside for the odd pint; but all of it is, at root, self-interest and self-satisfaction. Socializing for its own sake just seems like misdirected time and effort; and the values and perspectives adopted by the “well-socialized” folk around me often strike me as laughable, inane, and often contemptible.

The second reason for my annoyance, more in line with Derb’s article, is this talk of IWSBs plays into a crude type of racial Manichaeism, pitting “the good blacks” against “the bad blacks”. Depending on your sympathies, one could assign the former position to the “real nigga”, the “credit to your race”, the “so well-spoken”, or the “positive black role model”, with the negative label serving to scourge those outside your chosen Platonic ideal. I know various parties have either tried to claim or shame me. Sometimes, both at once. When it comes down to it, Crip, Corporate, and Conscious all equate to constriction, in my eyes.

The concept of seeking out IWSBs as “amulets” (Gotta catch ‘em all!) also left a sour taste in my metaphorical mouth. Here, Derbyshire advises a rather mercenary attitude to “friendship”, motivated by petty point-scoring and social climbing rather than emergent affection. However, doesn’t this prescription to acquire one’s very own Designer Black Friend TM hold a mirror up to many a status-climbing limousine Lefty? Indeed, doesn’t the whole fucking article outline their mental schematics and general behaviour patterns? Perhaps a large part—or even most—of the backlash comes from those types, trying to supress the id Derb so unapologetically articulates in his piece. It wouldn’t surprise me…

All that said, the demand for IWSBs presents a sterling opportunity for intelligent blackfolk seeking to “climb the ladder” for whatever reason. As a friend put it,

The social leverage that belongs to what he calls the “intelligent well socialized black.” What he really means is “Black guys who are really polite and don’t scare me.” If you can be a black guy that doesn’t scare racist old shitbags, you have a lot of power.

I want all my non-white friends to read this. Seriously, there’s a lot of power in manipulating stuffy old white racists, and the first step to manipulation is knowledge. Here this guy is giving us a map to the gaps in his defenses.

Basically, it’s like something out of a Robert Greene book, or what a Satanist would call “Lesser Magic”: using one’s environment and appearance to one’s advantage. Perhaps, whilst Progressives parade pitchforks on his behalf, the status-hungry IWSB adept is congratulating Derb on handing him a How-To toward “felicity”.

I myself feel relatively detached from the whole drama, finding the reactions to Derbgate somewhat understandable, yet ultimately overblown. Whilst Mr Conservative Pessimism will never win prizes for Political Correctness, or pan-racial solidarity (his Sinophilia and marriage, notwithstanding), he’s hardly the second coming of the KKK. His negrophobic prejudice seems less animated by animus against blackfolk, and more grounded in the safety and survival of his bourgeois brood. Whilst the bourgeoisie aren’t my cup of tea, I can’t fault him for looking out for his own.

Thus, despite the aforementioned flaws, I find it hard to flare up in fury over the words of the Derb. If they amount to—to quote a friend of a friend—the “most absolutely-fucking-gonzo-racist thing…on the internet”, racism really has crumpled into something of a paper tiger.

~MRDA~

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April Fools Make Useful Tools

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The fourth month of Annus Apocalypsis opened with another atrocious, though not astonishing, panorama of the end times: namely, the ConDem coalition’s proposal to play peekaboo with the nation’s online interactions.

Others thought it a tragically unfunny April Fool prank; I knew better.

As much as I thought them to be worthless cunts from Day One, with their “Big Society” snake oil and scapegoating of the lower classes, I gave the ConDems credit for one thing: dismantling the biometric ID card system of the previous Labour government. If nothing else, they’d at least eradicated Labour’s creeping totalitarianism, right?

Two incidents led me to erase said credit: their attempts to block the nation’s access to filth in December of 2010; and reading of their plan to resurrect those draconian databases in a manner more to their liking last May…

A prototype of the new system is due to be in place as soon as October this year. It will aim to reliably identify users of government websites, as part of plans to deliver more public services via the web.

George Osborne believes the shift online will cut Whitehall administration costs and so help soften the blow of spending cuts over the next few years.

Several private companies that already hold personal data, including credit card providers, will be involved in the system.

Such firms have already verified their customers’ identities, so privacy campaigners hope government will not itself collect personal data, in contrast to the National Identity Register that was to be the basis of ID cards.

–The Telegraph, 23 May 2011

I rolled my eyes, laughed at the typical bait ‘n’ switch, and utterly dismissed the delusion that these ConDem cunts gave a fuck about civil liberties. Further attempts at infringement served only to strengthen my dismissal.

So, when I heard about this panoptic proposal, it didn’t so much sound like a volte-face as it did an escalation.

At the apex of this proposed defecation loomed the ghoulish visage of Home Secretary Theresa May, who stepped up to defend her pet project with the reliable thought-killers of “security”, “paedophilia”, and “terrorism”; as the bitch received backlash—some of it from her fellow party members—she found herself flanked by King Cameron of Cuntalot and his (not-so) noble squire, the supposedly liberal Justice Secretary Kenneth Clarke. Despite this, the ConDem cuntingent soon found itself on the backpedal, thanks to those few among their ranks who remembered the meaning of the word “liberal”.

Still, hard though it may be to believe, these parliamentary predators actually have fans amongst their potential prey. Ever fearful of the kiddy-fucking Islamist bogeymen beamed into their living rooms, said souls give an eager nod to every piece of liberty-limiting legislation whored out to them through the media, regardless of the cost. Worse, in between slurps on the gonads of government, they see fit to counter dissent with this slavish slice of law-abiding citizenship…

If you’ve got nothing to hide, you’ve got nothing to fear.

…which simply inspires me—depending on my mood—to either laugh, groan, or shake my head.

Whenever some Slave Britannian utters those words, or some variation thereof, I wonder why they wear clothes and live behind locked doors; I also wonder whether they bother drawing their curtains before treating themselves to a quick hand shandy or a spot of how’s-your-father with the missus.

Sometimes, my thoughts turn to one Jean Charles De Menezes: a man who also thought he had nothing to fear—until he actually did!

Perhaps these peons think that they’re signalling some kind of moral superiority from the signposted reprobates and “sympathizers” in their midst; what these fucking numpties certainly signal is their abject slavishness, and—more importantly in this instance—their myopic conceit, assuming the inoffensive activities they engage in today won’t become illegal tomorrow. What happens if the health Stasi decide that public smoking bans are only half-arsing it and declare smoking in any space verboten “for the sake of the children” and “the national wellbeing”?

I must admit that some part of me longs to find out; wishes for these complacent cocksuckers to get exactly the repression they crave: CCTV in their living rooms, toilets, bathrooms, bedrooms, watching to see if they indulge in the pastimes they currently enjoy without penalty.

That I’d be under the same scrutiny would be a small price to pay for the pleasure of shoving their smarmy little shibboleth back up their arses when they come a-crying.

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That said, given how readily they assume the position now, these April Fools might very well enjoy the buggery…

~MRDA~

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Duty: Mencken Delivers the Deathblow!

First printed in the Smart Set, May 1919, p. 51. Reprinted in A Second Mencken Chrestomathy, 1994, p. 351.

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Some of the loosest thinking in ethics has duty for its theme. Practically all writers on the subject agree that the individual owes certain inescapable duties to the race—for example, the duty of engaging in productive labor, and that of marrying and begetting offspring. In support of this position it is almost always argued that if all men neglected such duties the race would perish. The logic is hollow enough to be worthy of the college professors who are guilty of it. It simply confuses the conventionality, the pusillanimity, the lack of imagination of the majority of men with the duty of all men. There is not the slightest ground for assuming, even as a matter of mere argumentation, that all men will ever neglect these alleged duties. There will always remain a safe majority that is willing to do whatever is ordained—that accepts docilely the government it is born under, obeys its laws, and supports its theory. But that majority does not comprise the men who render the highest and most intelligent services to the race; it comprises those who render nothing save their obedience.

For the man who differs from this inert and well-regimented mass, however slightly, there are no duties per se. What he is spontaneously inclined to do is of vastly more  value what the majority is willing to do. There is, indeed, no such thing as duty-in-itself; it is a mere chimera of ethical theorists. Human progress is furthered, not by conformity, but by aberration. The very concept of duty is thus a function of inferiority; it belongs naturally only to timorous and incompetent men. Even on such levels it remains largely a self-delusion, a soothing apparition, a euphemism for necessity. When a man succumbs to duty he merely succumbs to the habit and inclination of other men.

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A Load of Old Kony

No matter which direction you veered down the fibre-optic freeway over the past three weeks, you’d have been hard-pressed to avoid a head-on collision with Invisible Children and their half-hour campaign vehicle. In my case, said vehicle crashed into me, thanks to the steering of overzealous folk on Facebook.

Wanting to see what everyone was fussing about, I gave it a click; for half an hour, I watched ‘n’ listened to an age-old African story retold with new places and faces; amongst all these faces—of mutilated villagers, sobbing orphans, indoctrinating filmmakers—one held elevation above all others: that of kiddy-snatching LRA warlord Joseph Kony.

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It just so happens that the high-minded humanitarians at the IC want to put an end to the Carl Weathers impersonator’s 26-year-career by making him more notorious than Biggie. With his “Kony Action Kits”, moral absolutism, and a little nudge-nudge-wink-wink in the direction of pop stars and politicos, IC co-founder and video vixen Jason Russell hopes to end the Kony menace by making Pavlovian pop art out of him.

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Watching the vid, however, inspired everything but humanitarian urges in me. Whereas a generation of bleeding hearts saw a new avenue for hope, change, and Care Bear Stares, I saw half an hour of digitally-engineered emotional manipulation in the name of Team America: World Police. Images of kids crying on camera; Russell indoctrinating his spawn with his Saturday morning morality; the constant nods ‘n’ prods toward George W. Obama interventionism; and the “poignant” piano music left me wondering why a sick bag wasn’t included in the Kony kits. It all reminded me of that crazy chugger bird who accosted me with her clipboard, that one time; that, and the copious charity ads which employ the same techniques on half the budget.

Still, touch a humanitarian’s holy of holies and be prepared to be covered in emojaculate.

My distinct lack of enthusiasm (read: derision) toward the IC campaign met with admonishments from an acquaintance endorsing it, who saw fit to tar me as a conspiracy-theorizing psychopath; I also got the textbook “so what’s your solution” spiel, as if I had been the one to raise the issue.

Elsewhere on the webworld, I noticed a similar pattern of righteous rebuke against those who expressed anything other than wide-eyed endorsement of Konymania: folk with half a brain being castigated for not being “constructive”; for not doing the bleeding hearts’ research for them; for not carrying the Cross; for “doing nothing”.

“At least we’re doing something,” rang the chorus from the ConcernedTM. “What are you doing, huh? WHAT’S YOUR SOLUTION?”

For starters, perhaps you could try some fucking thinking, instead of parroting slogans more befitting of a bomberventionist.

For all their prattle about “raising awareness”, both they and their IC idols seem to have sleepwalked through the last decade of Western foreign policy and the “humanitarian” justifications for such. I mean, what else could explain IC tossing Obama’s salad over his LRA-Disarmament bill?

The comprehensive White House strategy that you released in November of 2010 to address this issue included a range of measures intended to help reduce and mitigate the effect of LRA violence in the region, and produced new hope for an end to the group’s atrocities. Through its implementation, your Administration has helped improve cooperation among regional governments, expanded programs that provide early warning of LRA attack to vulnerable communities, and invested increased resources in efforts to help LRA fighters and abductees defect peacefully. Your decision to deploy U.S. military advisors to the region in October of 2011 was a welcome measure of further assistance for regional governments in their efforts to protect people from LRA attacks. For these actions, we applaud your leadership and encourage sustained commitment.

It turns out one of the policy directives in said bill is

providing political, economic, military, and intelligence support for viable multilateral efforts to protect civilians from the Lord’s Resistance Army, to apprehend or remove Joseph Kony and his top commanders from the battlefield in the continued absence of a negotiated solution, and to disarm and demobilize the remaining Lord’s Resistance Army fighters

Look What I Did frontman Barry Donegan provided a nice, plausible take on it:

While the well-meaning people at IC might believe that the US Military is an effective assassin or policeman for the arrest, murder, or capture of individual non-state aggressors, the millions of lives lost in a multi-country pursuit of Osama Bin Laden prove the exact opposite.
In reality, allowing the US Military to intervene in the Ugandan civil war will doubtlessly involve one of three things:
(1) An invasion with ground forces to “promote stability” and “train Ugandan forces”. This would quickly deteriorate into an occupation, much like what is going on in Iraq or Afghanistan.
(2) “Targeted” missile strikes. Essentially, rumors from third-world individuals with limited technological capacity will be used to generate coordinates whereby large missiles will be fired in hopes of hitting Joseph Kony. The target will likely be missed, and civilian casualties will be considered acceptable “collateral damage.”
(3) Unmanned drones will roam the countryside bombing various homes rumored to be owned by members of the LRA faction. (See: Rural western Pakistan or the plot to Terminator 2)

This deadly bill clearly gives the President full authority to provide “military… support” to attack one thousand persona non grata that may be located in Uganda. However, they may also be located in nearby areas like the Sudan. Since a venue is not cleanly indicated in the language, any President could use this military authority to go into nearly any country in the region so long as a news article in Reuters rumored members of the targeted organization to be present.

Of course, the boys at IC don’t want anything as grandiose as full-blown bombervention; only for US military personnel to act as “advisors” to the Ugandan army…

…kinda like the early days of Nam.

On the topic of the Uganda Peoples Defence Force, it really does Russell and co no favours to throw in their lot with that lot: it’s one thing to work with, say, looters to take down killers and rapists, but it’s downright tragicomic when the very side you side with engages in the exact same behaviour you claim to combat.

Two soldiers appeared from behind a bush. They took the girls and their mother to a secluded spot before forcing the children to undress. Then, with their mother looking on, the soldiers raped the girls. Once they had finished, the soldiers swapped.

…But the men who raped Jennifer and Evelyn were not in the LRA. They were the UDPF – the government army sent to the camps to protect people from the LRA.

The attack was not an anomaly. Rights groups have documented a series of violations by the UDPF, including murder, against the people whom they were sent to protect.

–The Independent

The report alleges that the UPDF terrorized countless Congolese women and girls with rapes, looted mineral and timber resources, and killed hundreds of Congolese civilians, even burning people alive.

–ugandansabroad

a Child Soldiers Report of 2008, which was prepared by the Coalition to Stop the use of Child Soldiers, a London-based organisation formed by leading international humanitarian groups to stop the use of child soldiers in war, claims that the UPDF continued to hold children captured from the LRA for longer than the 48-hour limit specified by UPDF regulations, and to use children for intelligence-gathering or to identify weapons caches.
“In 2005, children who escaped or were captured or released from the LRA were reportedly pressured by the UPDF to join their forces and fight the LRA,” reads the report.
The Child Soldiers Report 2008 further alleges that children below the age of 15 continued to serve in Local Defence Units (LDUs) throughout 2007.
According to the report, local government officials said the under-18s were often lured to enlist in the army by the promise of pay and because of a lack of alternative educational or employment opportunities.

–The Monitor

Seeing as the LRA fucked off out of Uganda ages ago, whilst the UPDF are the standing army of Uganda, aren’t the latter a more pressing concern for the country’s poor, beleaguered citizens?

Moreover, isn’t the government behind the guns the same one that made headlines for their queer-unfriendly policies, a year or two back? It makes me laugh that many of the folk who wrung their hands whilst watching The World’s Worst Place to be Gay now unwittingly implore the villains of that piece to help “make a difference” for the sake of swayed sentiment.

In short, those uplifters done scored an own goal.

Other standout aspects of the anti-Kony vid are the parallels between the IC and those they “hunt”. When it comes down to it, I doubt there’s any essential difference between the swathes of fist-pumping, slogan-spouting IC Jugend who signed on for this campaign and the child cannon-fodder comprising Kony’s crew; if anything, the latter at least have the excuse of being kidnapped and indoctrinated at gunpoint. Similarly, how does Russell imprinting his Manichean morality onto his kid (and the rest of the world) differ, in any fundamental sense, from Kony’s messianic mumblings to his fledgling flock? As I see it, despite their superficial differences and Russell’s stated opposition to him, both he and Kony come across as kin beneath the skin, each scouting for impressionable young recruits to serve as their soldiers.

Contrary to the claims that, if nothing else, KONY 2012 helps “raise awareness” (the last refuge of the slacktivist scoundrel), this vid seems to have done just the opposite, at least in regard to alternative alleviations that have fuck–all to do with World Police-worshipping cults of personality; then again, that’s not really surprising, seeing as the alternatives lack the Good Guy Badges (or Bracelets) that signal one’s credentials as “an advocate of awesome”. For all the harping ‘n’ hectoring from those who suddenly became aware of Africa’s existence and their calling as Invisible Child Soldiers, I don’t see them doing much more than “raising awareness” about what Concerned Citizens of the World they are.

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As an astute observer pointed out…

There’s this weird double-standard my butthurt Kony friends have wherein posting propaganda on Facebook is “doing something” but criticizing that propaganda is not.

If their guru’s public conduct is anything to go by, all the cheering and chiding from KONY 2012 supporters amounts to nowt more than a sanctified jerk-off session, one which has drowned all cognition in a putrid pool of emojaculate.

~MRDA~

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“Mums’ Army”? Gimme a Fucking Break!

It occurred to me, after knocking out the last Infernal installment, that I’d overlooked one other important player in the gynocentric atrocity-porn game:

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Now, as much as I laughed up the trashiness of Chat et al, along with their crass attempts at reader therapy, those mags at least limit their superegoistic ambitions to a two minute hate (or however fucking long it takes to trawl through their bindings). Not so with the misnamed Take a Break, which not only indulges in the same Slimy Stepdad sensationalism as its rivals, but also has the nerve to mount and maintain its own morality militia.

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Yes, ladies and reprobates, form a defensive line ‘cos the Mums’ Army’s on the march!

Their chief weapon? The strategy of the nagging fishwife, it seems:

Over 350 campaigners, 15,000 supporters – a new political force is born. Mums’ Army is a pressure group which wishes to push the problem of antisocial behaviour higher up the political agenda, and keep it there.

Whatever the government says, antisocial behaviour continues to grow and is getting worse. We accept that the government is doing something, but we want to make sure that it’s not just words, it’s action.

Antisocial behaviour is a massive long-term problem. It is easy for the government to make a big fuss one day and to forget about it the next. Mums’ Army is here to make sure that they don’t forget about it, that they continue to combat it month after month, year after year.

So what do these so-called warrior women want, exactly? Well, amongst other things, tackling “antisocial behaviour” ranges from sympathetic goals like this…

The balance of the law needs to come down in favour of the victim and not the yob. There is too much fuss about the yob’s human rights. What about the human rights of people to live in peace without the fear of intimidation?

…to abject shite like this…

To discourage commercial elements which encourage youngsters to bully and disrespect others – such as violent films, computer games, song lyrics, websites, and irresponsible television programmes. Then to be enforced with regulation and severe penalties for vendors who breech them.

…which reinforces my contempt for any group with “mums” in its moniker.

But, perhaps I’m being too harsh; perhaps I should find out exactly what they mean by “regulation” before bringing my gavel down on their thick skulls.

Turns out The Daily Scoundrel got there first, back in 2009:

Seems, in this week’s edition of women’s real-life mag Take A Break, the editor’s mounting a campaign (along with the more motherly of the magazine’s readership) to ban the Grand Theft Auto and Manhunt series.

Predictably, much of it is nonsense, and clearly written by someone who’s never even had the slightest interest in playing the games in question, not even for the sake of journalistic integrity.  Here are a few choice quotes:

“The magazine’s philosophy? Bringing mum’s together, taking back our streets from yobs, campaigning to end violence against women” – all of which, the article claims, are supported by Rockstar’s GTA and Manhunt titles.

“Rockstar stood for women as victims, prostitutes and sexual objects,” the article subsequently claims. “Take A Break stood for women as campaigners, mothers and a force for good.”

And eventually, with some conviction, “We’re happy to go on record on behalf of our readers to say we think that such games should be censored.”

It gets worse still.  I ranted about ITV’s gaming addiction documentary a bit ago, and much of what angered me there can be applied here.  Check this shit out:

“[The games’] defenders claim that players can easily tell the difference between sordid fantasy and cold reality. But a steady stream of crimes have been linked to violent video games since they first went on sale.  Only last August yet another murder was linked to Grand Theft Auto – this time after an 18-year-old stabbed a taxi driver in Thailand.  He wanted money to play the game” (??) “and said it made killing ’seem easy’.”

And, amazingly, this:

“Authorities in Thailand immediately banned [Grand Theft Auto]. Sadly the UK doesn’t take the mental health of its children as seriously.”

Wow.

Wow, indeed! If intellect is mostly a matter of genes, I think the damage to the “mental health” of their progeny has already been done! Every time a rabid replicator employs such “reasoning”, I wonder why Project Prevention doesn’t broaden its scope beyond the hopelessly drug-addicted.

As I previously scribed,

If it ain’t a nonce trying to molest a friendly child, it’s a “concerned” parent, politico, or paper trying to molest the rest of the world into child-friendliness…

Still, my ire bursts into laughter when I ingest the abject irony of the situation; a crusade against fictional “atrocity”, waged by the creators and consumers of a mag that exploits (presumably) real atrocity for monetary gain.

Much like the magazine itself—tragicomic.

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Which raises the question: does the Take a Break team believe its own bullshit with this moral crusade, or does it just want to crowd out what it perceives as its competition in the shock-horror stakes?

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Whatever the answer, it’s rather blinkered of them to bitch about Rockstar pimping women as “victims” and “sexual objects” when they pretty much play the same game.

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If they really took their campaign seriously—followed their logic all the way down—that lot would’ve switched careers (or signed on) ages ago, dissolving their ravenous readership in the most absolute way.

As things stand, the UK suffers the spectacle of sisterly shrews begging Big Brother to bring his boot down on those who would degrade the female—at the behest of a myopic mag which does just that (whilst “standing for” men as cads, killers, and kiddy-fuckers, of course).

Good show, mama bears!

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a finger wagging in a human face…

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…till tea time every Thursday.

~MRDA~

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Tragicomedy: On Sale At A Newsagent Near You!

A newsagent excursion brought this Great British phenomenon back to my attention, a few weeks ago:

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Seeing this again, I did what I always do when confronted with it: I laughed.

Nothing brings me joy quite like casting eyes on the cover of a women’s weekly; there’s something about the juxtaposition of smiles and suffering that I find grotesquely fascinating…

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Off-Colour Remarks

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Last fortnight yielded something of a surprise: black MP Diane Abbott being dragged across the airwaves for a racial faux pas. Given the recent emphasis on white wrongdoings (Emma West, the Stephen Lawrence trial), plus the downplay of violence perpetrated by racists of colour, I expected a few white-hostile tweets to sink to the bottom of the media septic tank.

As it stands, this white-unfriendly slab of racial essentialism received anomalous exposure:

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With some Mad Lib tweaks, you can get the thought process of the typical Stormfronter who tags any behaviour he disagrees with “Jewish”.

I had a right laugh at Abbott’s ensuing backpedal in the wake of this revelation…

Tweet taken out of context. Refers to nature of 19th century European colonialism. Bit much to get into 140 characters.

Yeah, Diane, that word limit must’ve made it rrrreal difficult to use the correct tense; last time I checked, neither you nor I lived in Victorian England!

Still, she’s onto something when she talks of being “taken out of context”, albeit, not in the way she tried to spin it. The now-notorious tweet sprang forth from Abbott’s convo with one Bim Adewunmi, a freelancer concerned about the collectivist laziness of identity politics:

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Abbott’s tweet, then, formed part of a racial reprimand: a cheap herding tactic sculpted to silence the heretics and dissenters within. It doesn’t help that she hashtags “don’t wash dirty linen in public” underneath her calls for conformity.

She might as well have scribed: “Shut up and toe the line, or, I’ll revoke your black card, so help me, Plato!” It amounts to the same sentiment. Just ask Jade Knight, whose Blackness Quotient was declared nonexistent by Abbott on account of her Tory sympathies.

For all their cries of “diversity” and “tolerance”, deviation is actually something ambulance-chasing race whores have trouble tolerating. As well as the aforementioned, this clusterfuck of a scenario gave us Lee Jasper, race hustler extraordinaire, likening Diane’s detractors to the Ku Klux Klan (A white knight lambasting others as white Knights—cute!); and Guardianistas tarring folk who actually give a shit about racial equity as “right-wingers”.

The trouble with these self-glorified Messiahs who fancy themselves as voices of the voiceless is that their status relies on their perceived pets remaining well…voiceless. When Abbott admonishes Adewunmi to “show more public solidarity”, she’s, at bottom, doing nowt more than protecting her precarious position as an overseer of British blackhood; understandable, what with it keeping her so well-fed.

Abbott and her ilk remind me of trade union tsars who, in the name of the hypothetical worker (and their own pocketbooks), happily dismiss the flesh ‘n’ blood worker as a “scab” for fulfilling his function. Actually, fuck that! They’re more like Antebellum Era plantation owners, hoping their pet Negroes pick enough cotton to keep them cashed-up and cushy. After all, Abbott’s the same class warrior who called out her cohorts for sending their spawn to public schools…only to do the same thing herself; and reports suggest Jasper likes to jape-around with the pilfered purse.

Of course, while those melanite Massas live the life of Riley, they expect the po’ black folk further down the status ladder to keep singing Negro spirituals in their honour. In many ways, it resembles the paternalism of many white limo-Lefties, except that commonality of complexion allows these “leaders” a certain carte blanche not accorded to the Blancs—call it “skin colour privilege”.

The attitudes expected and expressed by Abbott go some way to explaining my aversion to racialism; folk of that worldview tend to make similar obnoxious claims on the lives, achievements, and choices of others who share their lineage . I hear it whenever endogamists bitch about interracial couples, accusing other races of “fetishism” and “stealing our men/women”; or when “conscious” fuckers mandate “giving back to the community”, dismissing any choice beyond their Kwanzite–Wotanist-onanist dogma as “self-hating” and “inauthentic”.

As I said in an earlier episode,

Does my being a melanite mean I must be fodder for every—or indeed any—cause or cretin with the word “black” as a qualifier?

Abbott and her ilk seem to think so.

Sadly for them, not all of us play well with Procrusteans…

~MRDA~

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“Imagine All the Sheeple…”

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The new year heralded a new commotion, what with assorted atheists and Lennoites castigating crooner Cee Lo Green for his end-of-year take on Lennon’s ‘Imagine’.

Cee Lo’s crime? Changing Johnny-boy’s “…and no religion, too” lyric to “…and all religion’s true”: from idyllic irreligion to sloppy syncretism with just two words.

Predictably, the Lennon laity didn’t take kindly to their holy hymn being desecrated in such a fashion; however, they came across as models of restraint compared to the Atheist Army. PZ Myers, for example, came out all guns blazing with his response…

It’s only a pop song, but it’s the same sentiment that led the Church to hammer the penises off of classical sculpture; that inspired Islam to blow up Buddhas; that has sects fighting over who owns which piece of rock in Jerusalem; that leads cults to burn books and records. They must pretend that dissent not only does not exist at all, but never existed any where at any time.

Whilst I can see where Myers comes from, it sounds like a lot of ire for such a pathetic palliative; despite Cee Lo being accused of trying to “kiss-up to the religious Right”, I believe him when he says cackhanded communalism, rather than rigid religiosity, motivated his message.

Indeed, with  ‘Imagine’, it really does come down to a case of “plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose”. I mean, when I listen to the lyrics of the original, I envision a crapsaccharine world where all difference, dissent and deviation have been drained out of the gene pool in a collective Care Bear Stare: a monopsychic, if not monotheistic, nightmare.

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At bottom, how does Lennon’s “brotherhood of man” differ, in any fundamental way, from Jehovah’s post-apocalyptic Paradise; or, more pressingly, Cee Lo’s syncretic sludge world?

Imagine no revision…

…it’s still the same to me…

~MRDA~

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Season’s Bleatings and Heathen’s Greetings…

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As an atheist, and a bloke with a rudimentary grasp of history, I always break out a smirk when Christfolk wail about materialism and hedonism drowning out the “true meaning” of the season; seeing as how the preceding pagan festivities emphasised such qualities, before their co-option by Christ, such Godsquad griping evokes images of a rapist getting indignant at his prey for fighting back.

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That said, I care just as little for the whole crusade against “Christmas” being pushed by some irate co-irreligionists. Maybe it’s age, laziness, or fucked-up priorities, but hearing the words “Merry Christmas” leaves me strangely un-irritated. In an age where Christ’s (Western) fanbase weakens and dwindles, I doubt thoughts of the Little Lord Jesus hold much prominence in the minds of most well-wishers, many of them simply repeating the words as a sentiment of goodwill and good cheer.

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As such, when the bird in the chip shop wished me a “Merry Christmas” yesterday, I simply responded with “you too”: took less syllables than “happy holidays”, at any rate!

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Christians , stop crying! Atheists, quit angsting! Pagans, pour another one! I’ll be over here, gorging myself on gobblers, laughing at the goings-on in EastEnders, and draining the sprit of the season from the gullet of a glass…

~MRDA~

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Rebuild of Evangelion: A MRDAview…

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Just recently managed to grab the first two installments of the new Eva movie tetralogy, Rebuild of Evangelion. Turns out that director Hideaki Anno saw fit to remake his global success of a show for the big screen and, so, far, I’d say that I prefer it to the original. To summarize, the first flick, You Are (Not) Alone, does a Dragon Ball Kai, streamlining a chunk of the original source material into a (relatively) bite-sized, better animated slice of pie; whilst the second, You Can (Not) Advance, branches out in a bold new direction, shedding much of the baggage that weighed down the previous incarnation.

So, what stands out for me about this series so far?

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