Aloo Akbar

I found out today that the common mispronunciation of Allahu Akbar by Western media and others (Aloo Akbar) actually has a meaning.

It means ‘potatoes are greatest’.

Something an Irish terrorist might shout.

There you are. Islamophobia and racism in a few lines of text. Except… I got that ‘Aloo Akbar’ information from Muslims who wonder why our media worship potatoes, and the Irish are, by and large, the same race as me.

Oh it won’t stop the perpetually offended. Twice on Twitter in the last couple of days I have seen women aghast that Maybelline call an eyeliner ‘negro’ in [the current year]. They don’t call it that, of course. The label they show is actually ‘black – negro – noir’ which is ‘black’ in English, Spanish and French. Because, you see, Maybelline sell in more than one country. I expect to see outrage that Maybelline have culturally appropriated a French film genre in a day or so.

Halloween was marred by the politically correct bollocks that you can’t dress up racist and you can’t ‘culturally appropriate’ and you can’t celebrate ‘white beauty’ because we crackers are all ugly fuckers. Good to know it’s not just me. All those non-whites dating white women/men are doing it out of charity and pity because ‘white beauty’ is merely a capitalist construct to make us feel like we actually matter. Aren’t we hideous White Walkers lucky to be in the company of such generous real humans?

Meanwhile all those non-European non-Pagans happily culturally appropriate the entire day and dress up as paperclips and cat litter trays and other crap that has nothing to do with the real festival. Light a bonfire and as it dies down, jump through the flames to shed the demons that have been following you all year. If you want to do something else, fine, but anything you do is going to be wrong so you might as well do what the hell you like. You can even whine ‘cultural appropriation’ while you do it. And you get to keep your demons.

Another Twitter idiot was incensed that Donnie Trump suggested sending yesterday’s Islamic death delivery driver to Gitmo, when he never said any such thing about the country music hater in Las Vegas. Well, saying such a thing about that loony would have been somewhat pointless since he was dead at the scene. Perhaps Trumpy should have sent his corpse to Gitmo to teach him a lesson. He won’t do it again.

Didn’t Barry O’Blimey get elected the first time round on a promise to shut down Gitmo? It’s still there. Nobody seems to mind.

Then of course, there is the statement from our own mathematical wonder, Diane Abbott, that even a stopped clock is right once a day… We are not yet on the Communist 12-hour day, Diane.

Michael Fallon, defence minister, has resigned over allegations that he touched a woman on the knee fifteen years ago. The woman in question has stated that she was not offended, she told him at the time that if he did it again she’d punch him in the face and he didn’t do it again. As far as she was concerned, that was it. Didn’t stop the Mail making it headline news.

The Holy Ones of Labour, who sacked an MP for pointing out that there was far greater sexual abuse going on in Rotherham, whose leader showed nude pics of a colleague he had sex with, and who are facing allegations of rape at a party conference, are of course utterly incensed at historic knee touching and rebuffed advances on the Tory side.

The offences, aside from actual rape and molestation, are trivial. Some are listed as having a relationship with another MP or a member of staff – no sign of it being in any way forced. Yet these are far more serious than systematic child rape in Rotherham, in the twisted minds of many people.

The levels of stupid out there now are mind-blowing. You can tell people anything and as long as it shocks them, they’ll believe it. They will ignore real evil and focus on your pretend evil if you do it just right. How far can you push this? There is absolutely no limit!

The BBC will help too. They have reported the protests by farmers in South Africa. Those are white farmers who are being tortured to death in their homes and the South African government and justice system not only doesn’t care, it jails them for defending themselves. The BBC reports the farmers’ protests are ‘likely to stir up racial tensions’. When one race is free to torture another race to death, that’s about as fucking tense as it gets in my book.

The BBC are also mystified as to why people are so angry at Kevin Spacey for coming out as gay. Nobody is angry at him for that. People are angry at his molestation of a 14-year-old which came out the same day as he deflected the story by coming out himself.

Just twist it right, make straight white men the bad guys, and you can lie to your heart’s content and the drones will suck it all up. Oh it’s not just non-whites who are this dim. In fact many non-whites are speaking out against the crap now. There are plenty of white people calling for the extinction of the white race, although so far not a single one has volunteered to be first. I’ll develop a grain of respect for these cretins when they practice what they preach.

Then we have the whole transsexual thing. For some it’s a real thing and going through that much surgery must be really hard to do. Personally I dread even going to the dentist even though she’s pretty (can’t be true, she’s white). Yet some people think it’s worth it and good luck to them. I hope it brings them peace and some happiness.

Now, however, we have a pressure group wanting trans- diagnoses for children. Little Johnny dresses up in his mother’s heels and face paint (ah yes, they call it makeup, I remember) and suddenly he needs counselling and hormone injections and puberty blockers…

Kids love to dress up. They love to emulate their parents. Give 5 year old Mary a set of overalls and a plastic spanner and she’ll play ‘fix the car’ with her dad. It does not mean she is really a boy. It means she loves to play with her dad. And maybe she’ll grow into the kind of girl who can look under a car bonnet (hood, for the rebel colonists across the pond) and recognise what she sees in there. We could do with more of those. Women drive cars, they should know how the machine works.

We now have more varieties of gender than Heinz. Look up duck-billed platypus reproductive genetics and marvel that we are now even more complicated than that despite the fact that we aren’t.

Incidentally, the duck-billed platypus, along with most Australian wildlife, is certain proof that God is all in favour of large quantities of whisky. No God could have come up with that thing sober. I have Glen Garioch tonight and I put all my drunken creations in the bottom box in emulation of God.

Kids don’t know what to think about sex until they hit puberty. Trans-ing them before puberty is abuse. Even shortly after. Let the hormones settle, let them figure out who they are and who they want to be. Don’t force it on them because 99% of the time you will be wrong. Then you have utterly fucked up their lives for the sake of profit. Rich surgeons don’t care about post-operative infections or a race of infertile humans. They just want money, it’s what they want. The Beatles said it first but the Flying Lizards said it better.

Sex is the thing of the day. Male, female, intersex, diddlysex, flibbertyflobberty sex, many other distractions which serve only to keep the terminally offended busy while the rest of us ignore them.

You can try to see through the wall of stupid that is building fast or you can play with it and maybe knock a few bricks out of place on the way. Their feelings will be hurt if they ever grow up enough to realise it but it’s not very likely so don’t worry too much.

As for me…

I wanna play a game.

I need a new Twitter account…

Aloo Akbar