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Hatches, Batten Down The

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cecilie
on September 8, 2010
in Government, Hong Kong, Injustice, Piles and property
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When is something “funny”, when is it “ironic” and when is it just “fcuk off and die, damned parasites who don’t want to work but spend their days living off honest people’s earnings”?

Last night I was talking to some people in sleepy backwater Pui O and for some reason the conversation turned to burglary. They were laughing about one guy who had film-noire’ly walked into his bathroom only to see in the bathroom mirror, a guy hiding behind the door with a knife. We had all been burgled at one stage, none of us liking it very much. They commented on how long it’s been since we’ve heard about a burglary, but thought it was because they had moved to Mui Wo, another sleepy backwater here on Lantau.

I said I didn’t think so, and that if there’s one kind of news that gets shared fast on this island it’s burglary news. We hadn’t heard about any burglaries because there haven’t been any.

I think you know what I’m going to say next. Oh, yes. I just shared my taxi with some people I’ve never met before and who, that’s right, had been burgled good and proper this morning about 4, after their son had gone to bed at 3am.

Is that “funny” or “ironic”?

So, Lantau people: I’m immensely sorry and pissed off to have to tell you: The burglaries have started up again. Same MO as always: Early in the morning, everybody asleep, small window flicked open with a screwdriver; two laptops, wallets, phones, cash, all gone.

And what with Lantau being the place where the most inept police in Hong Kong wash up, the CID’s MO was also as always: 12 guys turned up, touched everything in the house, then told the people who had been burgled not to touch anything. The police laughing and discussing where they’ll go to yam cha in front of the distraught people who had lost quite a lot of important things - exactly the same as when I was burgled.

That happening was in fact the very topic of my first blog entry. Ironic? Funny? Or just fuck off and die? The policemen who came to my house that day (only six! Hmph!) had been laughing their heads off over the fact that my dog Piles hadn’t been barking to alert me. They laughed at me when I started crying over having lost my month’s income and my camera with a lot of important photos still in it.

I wrote a letter to the police chief of Lantau complaining about this, and eventually received an answer saying he would brief his staff to be more sensitive to burgled people’s feelings in future. But of course that’s three years ago so you can’t expect everything. According to my freshly burgled neighbours, now it’s evidently back to laughing in people’s faces and blaming them for being burgled, again.

And, presumably, letting some uniformed officers sit around in a fully lit police van for a couple of hours before taking off, safe in the knowledge that all burglars have been well and truly scared off that particular spot forever.

I’m not trying to suggest it’s the fault of the Lantau police that some bastards are too lazy to work for a living but prefer to go into people’s houses to take what they can find. Far from it. But when it does happen, can they, the police, at least try to do their job with a modicum of professionalism?

No Pat Answers Here

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cecilie
on August 30, 2010
in Government, Injustice, corruption and religion
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Ha, so mayor Bloomberg has business interests in Dubai, does he? I didn’t know that. Did you? But it doesn’t surprise me in the least. Now I understand better why the mayor of New York so vehemently defends a project that is a total slap in the face of his city, a(nother) proof to radical muslims around the world that America is weak and faltering, and another victory for the islamisation, both open and stealth, of the western world.

This mosque isn’t a “cultural centre” or a place where “people can come together and pray, or do, like, whatever” (if they’re muslims) - it is a symbol of victory, to be built on the very spot where the jihadists celebrated their hitherto greatest victory over America - The Great Satan: The place where the Twin Towers stood, also known as Ground Zero.

If it were to be just an ordinary mosque - you know, of the kind where they get together on Fridays and listen to the imam drone on about how all Jews should be killed and how men should beat their wives so it doesn’t leave marks, and how good muslims must resist all assimilation into the society which has so naively welcomed them but rather help in the fight to restore the great caliphate (this time, the whole world) - then it would have been built somewhere else, a long time ago, with  taxpayers’ money.

Oh, that’s right. It already has. Many, many times. Where else would young idiots go to get “radicalised” to become arse-bombers, crotch-bombers, shoe-bombers and normal, day-to-day bombers like those who blew up the London Underground?

They get the inspiration to kill, maim and destroy in the mosque. The mosque where a guy tells them it’s glorious to die; that to die for allah is the duty of muslims everywhere. And therefore I’m not only against the building of mosques at Ground Zero, but anywhere! That’s right. There are more than enough mosques already in the western world, and a disproportionate amount of trouble ensues wherever they are.

Let the “moderate” muslims, so far so very, very quiet about the excesses of their radical brethren, speak up and fight against the tyranny of radical islam before western countries contribute money and space to the building of more mosques. Let them say clearly that they’ve had enough, and that they have no interest in being dragged into the hell that is pure islam. And as for existing mosques, let the imams be supervised during sermons, and when they are found to spread racist ideology and incite to violence, the mosque should be shut down.

No? Then tell me this: If a communist centre were to open somewhere in Europe and the US, where its leaders said that they were for example going to teach the followers that all non-communists were pigs and apes and that if a non-communist was hiding behind a tree, the very tree would shout out: “A non-communist is hiding behind me! Come and kill him!” - wouldn’t you want to keep an eye on that communist centre? For that’s what is being taught in mosques around the world, about Jews for example.

Now that we have all these laws against hate speech, laws that only muslims seem to use, it’s time to use the same laws against the mosques. If a man like Geert Wilders must face trial for hate-speech because he is quoting passages from the koran, the very foundation all mosques are built on, surely we must be able to stop others from quoting the same passages when their intention is to incite violence?


I Am A Total Racist

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cecilie
on August 28, 2010
in Cantonese, China, Government, Injustice, Uncategorized, language and religion
. 5 Comments

I have a vice. Yes, people, a guilty, stinking VICE! After I stopped shooting up mary-hooana as well as crossing the street on red light after I got fined $300 for “jaywalking” (sounds like “joyful walking” doesn’t it) in Central in 2003 - there were so many policemen there telling me not to walk that I just had to do it for the sake of it because nobody can tell me what to do (yes I have father issues) - I have only one tiny little vice left: I spend HK$100 every week on the Sunday Times.

I know, I know. The SCMP is only 7 dollars so why pay an extra $93 for just another English language paper, right? It’s just that I need to read some well written articles that don’t praise Donald Tsang occasionally. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago there was a six page article in that paper’s magazine that really caught my eye.

The headline was: England’s Green and Prejudiced Land, and it was about racism.

Naturally, that touched a nerve with me as I had just been called a “racist cunt” in this forum for saying - oh, something about how I don’t want the world to become islamic. Anyway, the article was written by one David James Smith who is obviously a writer for said newspaper; if he wasn’t (weren’t, I always forget which) I doubt if he’d ever got such a badly written and deeply boring piece through the hallowed doors of the Sunday Times.

It was all about him (a white guy) being married to a black woman and moving to Lewes, a small town in England, after having fled London where they had felt “a vague unease at the potential for urban crime.”

Well, unfortunately Lewes was even worse, for guess what happened? Their neighbour turned out to be a member of the BNP!!!! After this lead-up, I naturally expected a harrowing story of how this fascist nazi had racially harassed them, but no, he “never gave us any trouble. He ignored us.” He also seemed “strange, withdrawn,” but that could have been down to his wife having “died sometime earlier.” After this non-event, the BNP neighbour eventually moved away.

Riveting stuff indeed, but the real drama had been how this BNP member had been sitting not two feet away from Smith, separated only by a “wafer thin wall,” spewing out racial hatred on his computer. Smith assumed.

But then things started to happen. Smith’s wife had gone for a drink with some local women and been assured that there was no racism in Lewes! What can be more racist, Smith asks.

Worse: People would sometimes mistake Petal (his wife) for the other black woman in the village.

Yes, yes, I impatiently thought, reading through page after page looking for the good racist tidbits. Mistaking black people for each other, deeply insulting to be sure, but where is the good stuff?

It was this: His daughter had been told by a teacher that she had “frizzy hair.” In another incident, when the students at his daughter’s school wanted to give each other nicknames and someone suggested “chocolate-brown bear” for his daughter, that girl had said NO, that’s racist. Way to go, girl, stand up for yourself. But not really a cause for daddy rushing to the school to complain?

In another incident “Mackenzie (Smith’s son) was under a desk while he and another boy cleared up some paper at the teacher’s instruction. Mackenzie has a male teacher, part time, that year and the teacher asked him to come out. Mackenzie didn’t hear him, the teacher became exasperated and grabbed Mackenzie’s leg and yanked him out.”

Smith feels this is also racism and immediately goes to the school to sort things out with the teacher, concluding that “it seemed certain that [the teacher's] perception of who or what Mackenzie was had got in the way of normal teacherly conduct. ” Yes. A teacher yanks your son’s leg - racist!

In fact, according to the article, Smith spends most of the time when he’s not writing badly, running around between his children’s schools and various local community centres, complaining about people saying words like “frizzy” and “coloured” and teachers’ “preconceived idea that [black or mixed race children] fare worse than their white counterparts in secondary school.”

The next week there was a storm of letters to the Sunday Times, mostly from black British people telling Smith to get a grip, so all is not lost.

Yes, I laughed many times when I read that article.

I thought about how many times Hong Kong people have told me Cantonese is “too difficult for me” (but not for Indonesian helpers) how people call me a devil every day, ( yeah, I know HK people prefer to translate 鬼 (gwai) as “ghost” but really, is it any better?) how I’m always served jasmine tea without anyone asking me what tea I would like because all whitey drink jasmine and jasmine only, how people don’t want to sit next to male whitey (of course not me - that would be too much) on the MTR, how people treat me like a dog that can ride a bicycle every time I say “hello” in the local language, how Hong Kong people rejoice in telling me that all westerners are sluts and how, if I for example ask them to pick up their dog poo I keep stepping in everywhere I go, that I should “fuck off back to England.”

I wonder what Smith would make of that? But then of course, anything directed at whitey isn’t racism. Everyone knows that. We just have to suck it up and laugh about it. And you know what? I think we should. Racism is something that only the people who are hysterically over-aware of the colour of other people’s skin keep blathering on about. I don’t think it’s in any way helping Smith’s daughters - whose hair definitely isn’t straight - that he keeps running to the school every other day to complain about people saying they have frizzy hair.

I know, I know, a parent wants to keep his children away from harm, and it is indeed awful to be called names at school. We all know that. But - according to the article it seems this guy is on the hyper-alert 24 hours a day. “You said black? You said frizzy? That’s not how we did it in London, multi-cultural capital of the world! I demand that this little village in Sussex becomes like London but without the vague unease about potential for urban crime!”

Racism is awful and we should all fight against it. But as “they” say: The best revenge is to live well. I’m sure we all, as this Smith geezer’s children, will be much better off if we just forget about the racism and start to genuinely live as if we’re “colour blind.”

That means that you can criticise somebody for what they do and how they do it without being called racist. It means that you can criticise Obama without being called racist. It means you can say Donald Tsang looks ridiculous “mourning” the victims of the hostage tragedy in the Philippines wearing what seems to be a dinner jacket, without being called racist.

And it means I can say that I disagree with the ludicrous notion that the whole world will be better off if we would only wear tents with only one to two eyes showing, stone people to death if they’ve committed adultery, hang homosexuals and rape nine-year olds, without being accused of being racist. If being against any totalitarianism is racist, then I’m definitely a total RACIST. And proud of it.

Happy Ramadan

Published
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cecilie
on August 12, 2010
in Injustice, language, politics and religion
. 6 Comments

Here’s an interesting five part video from Germany, the country that feels so bad about what it did to the Jews that it’s letting itself be swamped with people whose views of Jews make the SS look like an embroidery party. A bit into the film, (please watch it if you want to have any inclination about the future) some New Young Germans, born and bred in the country, going to school there and speaking the language perfectly, are asked, when they express that they want to “shoot” people who break their “honour” code - what is honour? (As in “honour”-killing your sister because she somehow makes you look not like a desert warrior by wearing a skirt or whatever.)

Guess what: These people, for whom “honour” is everything and certainly more important than the laws in the country in which they’ve “settled,” are completely stumped! Although apparently really trying, they can’t tell you what honour means.

This film found me in the middle of reading the excellent Wafa Sultan’s book A God Who Hates. Wafa Sultan is known as the bravest woman to ever leave Islam - she appeared on Al-Jeezera shouting down an imam (in her book she mentions how muslims can ever only shout): Be quiet! It’s my turn!

And that became her claim to fame ( a muslim WOMAN telling a MAN to be quiet!!!!), which is a shame, because her book contains so many interesting snippets from islamic life, such as how the sex-starved muslims in her native land, Syria, always rub themselves against any woman they happen to come across in public, hoping to get a quick ejaculation in their pants. So that’s why they wear tents …

A trained doctor, Sultan also shares the following insight into the great Ramadan starve oneself-fest:

“The month of Ramadan, during which muslims neither eat nor drink from sunrise to sunset, was one of the hardest months of the year for me. Many more patients flocked for treatment at the medical center where I worked than the number we usually saw. The number who collapsed from exhaustion and dehydration soared startingly during the day, as did the number of those who suffered from indigestion and vomiting at night, as they stuffed themselves with food in an attempt to compensate for their daytime fast. Both men and women worked in the fields from early morning, performing arduous and exhausting agricultural labor, which, especially when the weather was hot, necessitated large quantities of water that the fast did not allow them to drink. Spurred by my pity for them, I tried to persuade them - the women, especially - not to fast, then withdrew my suggestion when it was met with disdainful glances.”

I wonder if there are any statistics going about how many devout muslims, especially in the rather toasty middle east, die or are damaged from dehydration during ramadan? Probably none. After all, Allah, through his “ideal man” Mohammed, said they should torture themselves in such a way, so that’s okay then. As if living up to his other insane edicts weren’t enough.

I had a muslim student once. Also from Syria. He spent a lot of our time together, instead of learning Cantonese, trying to convince me that not drinking even water the whole day, followed by gorging yourself on everything in sight just because the sun had set, was a good thing. I thought it was a bit rude, because I never tried to make him drink alcohol or eat pork.

No. You know what? I think we westerners have seen enough of this islam thing. We don’t need to be “explained” what it’s “really” about. We know what they do and how they think. We saw what it was really about on September 11th, 2001. We don’t need any other “explanations.”

Now they’re trying to make other people who have nothing to do with islam, to also not eat, drink, be near pork, Jews, miniskirts, female faces and all the other things they find so distasteful, just because some desert warrior puked up some of his awful views on human life and put them in a book, 1400 years ago.

I can’t understand why apparently intelligent western people find the muslims’ world view so attractive, to the point where they want to give up all their freedoms to prove these throwbacks from the middle ages right.

I implore you: Watch the video from a normal German school - which could well be now or very soon, the very school that YOUR children attend - and then see if you think this multi-cultural idea is so great after all. Happy Ramadan!

They Exist For Us

Published
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cecilie
on August 11, 2010
in Charity, China, Injustice and politics
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I’ve mentioned earlier that i don’t believe in charity anymore. Cruel and heartless eh? Those little children growing up without eyes - only I can help them but don’t. And why? Two reasons. There are so many people in the world and the human race is doing very well extinguishing itself by being too successful. The human race, like Mandarin, doesn’t need help and promotion. It’s a behemoth. And secondly, we are supposed to evolve by natural selection. We shouldn’t artificially prop up those who are not supposed to make it - it’s not good for the gene pool.

All right, so “supposed” to make it is a little harsh - I do realise that many of them live in abject poverty because of the ridiculous political systems where they’ve had the misfortune to be born. And yes it’s easy for me to write this here on my spacious roof overlooking the South China Sea. Like most westerners, I’ve also been brought up to think that I somehow almost don’t deserve to be alive, and that I should share everything I have with the poor. But I don’t want to!

The charity business has become ridiculous, and a vehicle for Hollywood stars to make them feel they have some kind of function.

But there’s one group of beings that really need help and to which I give freely: Animals. Once they’re in a cage, that’s it; they can’t by sheer willpower, or not accepting to be held in poverty by the entitlement attitude, or organising themselves to overthrow a government, break free.

For years the excellent Jill Robinson of Animals Asia has been fighting for suffering animals in China and other places in Asia, especially for the moon bears kept in cages their whole lives to be milked for bile.

Now she’s taken on the performing animals industry.

(Sorry, this video can’t be embedded.)

This is sickening stuff; don’t watch it on an empty or full stomach. Or if you have a stomach. But watch it. By a stroke of genius Animals Asia have got Terry Waite to narrate it. He knows what it’s like to be locked up, oh yeah.

We can lose millions and millions of people (yes, even me!) without it harming the globe. But once the animals are gone, that’s it. Time to donate to Animals Asia again!

Chanting For Canto

Published
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cecilie
on July 25, 2010
in Beauty, Cantonese, Cantonese, China, Government, Hong Kong, Injustice, Media, Newspaper, Travel, language and politics
. 7 Comments

If I told you I’d been to a demonstration in the mainland with thousands of people but all the police did was put up some barriers and stand around holding hands, would you believe me?

No? I wouldn’t have believed it either. but that’s what happened today in Guangzhou, in a joyous, raucous salute to Cantonese language and culture, screamed out by thousands and thousands of young, (I’d say average age 23, and would have been 20 if I and my two friends hadn’t been there) iPhone waving groovers sick and tired of being dictated to by Beijing.

If I’d been two or three meters tall, I would have been able to capture this scene, unheard of since June 4th, 1989, of young people in peaceful protest against, or rather peaceful fight for, that wondrous entity that is Cantonese. As it was, and despite standing on tiptoe and holding the camera high over my head, I only got other people doing the same. But downtown Guangzhou outside Gong Lam Sai metro station, was just a sea of people. And more and more came pouring in every minute.

The police just didn’t know what to do, but in the end resorted to just saying “This way, please” and stuff. Some of them smiled and laughed. Is this the beginning of something new? But as I said to the journalist: Cantonese makes people more lively. It’s its nature.

Being Canto speakers, we of course joined in the chorus of: Support Cantonese! and: Guangzhou people should speak Guangzhou language! Being the only foreigners there, we were immediately mobbed

swamped, photographed and filmed. And interviewed.

A historic moment and a triumph. I’m telling you now: You haven’t heard the last from the youthful Cantonese movement! It will spread to Hong Kong. Fast.

Dumplings and the URA

Published
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cecilie
on July 11, 2010
in Environment, Eyesore, Hong Kong, Injustice, food and property
. 7 Comments

Today I had another booking for a dinner at my illegal personal rooftop Sichuan restaurant. Although it’s not strictly winter, I decided to give the people coming all the way from Discovery Bay an extra treat: Dumplings.

I was smiling to myself as I sprinted up Graham street market, thinking about how they would ooooh, aaah and “Can we have the recipe?” as they stuffed themselves silly with dumplings, gan bian tu dou si

and all the other wonderful things I learnt how to cook during my forays into Sichuan province - so much better than your bland Canto-slop. I had all the ingredients for a great meal for six; all I needed now was dumpling skins.

But where was the dumpling skin (and fresh and dried noodles) shop?

All I found was a metal grill with a sign: “This property has been taken over by the URA (Urban Renewal Authority) to do with as it sees fit, namely kick out the present owners and hand the vacated space over to the highest bidder, aided and abetted by the government, to put up a 64 floor building with shiny marble tiles on the outside and luxury apartments featuring chandeliers on the inside , bringing you a Starbucks and McDonald’s to enhance Graham street market and around-lying areas so that no tourist or frequent local user of the aforementioned market will ever again make the mistake of thinking Hong Kong is a poor, run-down place where people have to go shopping on the ground, outside. Because you deserve it! We know what’s best for you. Long live globalisation.”

No? You didn’t think it said that? No, it didn’t. But it might as well have done. For “This building has been taken over by the URA” means exactly that.

So what? I could have made the dumpling skins myself, you’re probably saying. That’s true. In my restaurant, I make everything from scratch, and the first time I tried to make dumplings, I did indeed make the dough. It was just that the rolling pin I had bought that day was a little, shall we say, not made by a rolling pin-maker who was proud of his work. As I rolled and rolled the dough (it has to be really thin,) I noticed how tiny slivers of wood were coming off, embedding themselves in the perfectly executed flat dough-lets.

So it was “give my guests an extra helping of … glucose? No, what’s the main property of wood? Carbohydrate?” or abandon the project. I abandoned the project, preferring to buy the skins ready-made from the excellent dumpling skin-shop in Graham street market after that. That way i made the owners of the shop happy as well as saving the customers in my restaurant from the indignity of having to spend the evening picking wood out of their teeth. And stomachs.

Yesterday I had already bought the minced pork, so I saved the day by making dan-dan noodles instead this evening, not mentioning to the happy eaters from Discovery Bay that the meal could have been so much better if it hadn’t been for the Hong Kong government and its insatiable need to tear down and hand over to property developers every single little privately owned shop in this town.

How it must irk them to see Graham and Peel street markets still crawling with people shopping for fruit, vegetables and meat, the money going to small business owners, not Park’N'Shop and Wellcome! How vexed must they be at seeing money not ending up in the pocket of Li Ka-shing! (Which should be written, by the way, Lei Ga Seng.)

People, don’t support the government and their lackeys - or, I should say, don’t support the big conglomerates and their lackeys the government by doing all your shopping in supermarkets. There are people in this town still fighting against the final nails being rammed into the coffin of Graham street market. They need your help. You can google them and do something TODAY.

URA, URA, how many dinners did you ruin today …

URA is the worst thing that’s ever happened to Hong Kong. They even have the nerve to put the word PRESERVATION on the plastic curtains, decorated with FLOWERS!!!! they put up all over town, signifying the death of another Hong Kong building. Preservation my arse! The only thing they’ve ever preserved is the income of property developers.

Swimming In The Dark

Published
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cecilie
on July 7, 2010
in Injustice, Media, Newspaper and religion
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NOTE: IT APPEARS THAT THIS STORY ISN’T EXACTLY AS PORTRAYED BY THE MEDIA, SO PLEASE CLICK ON THE LINK IN THE COMMENT BELOW AFTER YOU’VE READ IT. MAYBE I SHOULD REMOVE IT ALTOGETHER BUT ANYWAY - THE PAPERS HAD DONE A SLOPPY JOB.

I’ve always found swimming a particularly boring sport; swim, swim, turn around, swim swim - nothing to read, no one to talk to - so I won’t write about that. I just wanted to show off the above photo recently taken near my gaff in sleepy backwater Pui O.

Yes, it’s that (one) time (week) of the year when we can see the islands of the South China Sea!

As always, I wish it was all year long, except when it’s foggy, which is also spectacular in its own way.

No, what I wanted to mention was an incident from Britain, or BritStan as it will soon be known. There, a town council is so afraid of being beheaded or called racists, that they immediately caved when some muslims ordered them to blacken the windows in the new town swimming pool so that the muslim women swimming there (no doubt on their own special “Only Muslim No Dirty Kuffar” day of the week) would “keep their modesty.”

I know, I’ve got to stop writing about these incredibly dreary people! It’s just that the news keep ticking in at a rate of about 20 a day, each its own little red warning sign of the islamic future these desert throwbacks have dreamed up for us all. The most worrisome thing was that the worker who helped blackening the windows says: “We had no choice.” Oh, really? Is it: protect the muslims’ modesty, or … die? Because that seems to be the thing with these people, doesn’t it. “Stop making films quoting scriptures from the qur’an, or die. Stop drawing cartoons depicting a desert warrior from 1400 years ago, or die. Stop writing books revealing the truth about us - or die.”

So the ordinary, many of them elderly, people, in that community, complain that swimming in the dark doesn’t really cut it for them. One, they can’t see anything. Their sight may already be not so hot. One of them even likens the newly darkened swimming pool to her sight before she had her cataracts dealt with.

And two - well, if you compare the photos above - which one is really most attractive for an activity like swimming? I mean, for a person who enjoys swimming, naturally. Not for a person who wants to pull down a curtain on all that’s enjoyable, life-giving and sane.

The people in the article complain to the newspaper journalist who’s come to interview them that day. But apart from that, what’s their reaction? Probably they will react by not going to the pool.

What they don’t do, being British and shy and kind and polite, is kick up a storm of protest. But that’s what they should be doing if you ask me. They should protest, scream, threaten and shout, pretty much in the same way as these misogynistic, anti-democracy, child-molesting tent-wearers do whenever something happens that they feel “offended” by - like when people exercise they right to free speech by criticising them. Or drawing a - horrors! cartoon.

Covering up windows in a public swimming pool. Give me a break! If these people are so dead set on protecting their “modesty,” shouldn’t they just stay home and take a bath in the comfort of their own windowless bathroom?

This is just another in a long, never-ending row of events which shows that whenever special rights are given to muslims in the areas they have decided to colonise settle, no matter how much the non-muslims are inconvenienced, they’ll just demand more, more and ever more. And the dhimmispolitically correct politicians just keep giving it to them, no questions asked.

Dear Brits: It’s time you stopped being so nice and afraid of offending the people who want to harm you. The more you give, the more you’ll lose. And they will never stop with their demands before they have reached their goal: Darkened swimming pools for all. Followed by: No swimming pools.

Biting off, Chewing and Swallowing the Hand That Feeds Them

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cecilie
on July 5, 2010
in Injustice, Media and religion
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So our charming band of bearded friends over at the Religion of Peace and Tolerance have been at it again, this time in Sydney.

In a move that, if we hadn’t heard quite a few similar stories over the years, would astonish the casual observer, the leader of global Islamist group Hizb ut-Tahrir, Burhan Hanif, told his equally shaving equipment-phobe fellows that democracy is “haram” (forbidden) for muslims and that Australian muslims shouldn’t follow the law in the country in which they live.

Only sharia law (please google it or open any newspaper any day of the week to read about the honour killings, stonings, persecution of infidels, meddling in people’s most minute daily lives and general insatiable bloodthirst set out in the book if you still don’t know what sharia law is) is suitable for muslims said Hanif, remarking that “no humans had the right to make laws.”

That would sound almost good; freedom-loving, like, if it hadn’t been coming from a guy who thinks it’s okay to bury your daughter alive because she has talked to a boy.

What, Hanif didn’t say that? But by saying only sharia law should be allowed, he fully endorses daughter-burying, sister-killing, female genital mutilation and more. Islam isn’t something from which you can pick and choose - it is what it is. It’s wholesale.

I can’t believe the Western media is still harping on about “moderate islam” and “moderate muslims” when the muzzies themselves repeatedly and clearly have stated there is no such thing. The “moderate islam” illusion is just wishful thinking from people who stick their heads in the sand, hoping that on the day of reckoning they will be beheaded last. Wherever the muslims assemble in any numbers, they become more radical, not less, as witnessed recently in Indonesia, Malaysia and countless African countries.

I did mention that this conference took place in Sydney, right? Sydney, Australia, where  all the 500 participants at the conference have chosen to live, for god knows what reason, seeing how “unclean” and terrible that country is, how unsuitable for the chosen ones.

God knows what reason - or maybe I know what reason. For being muslim, they also have the duty to go out and make the whole world submit to islam, that’s right. That’s why they sacrifice themselves, going to hardship postings like Australia, Germany and France, away from the comforts of Pakistan, Afghanistan and the lovely Saudi Arabia, that paragon of well - and correctly functioning society.

I’m not in favour of “banning” this and “forbidding” that. But it does seem like people like Hanif are actually the enemy of the countries in which they have settled. Because you don’t for a moment think that when they’ve got the segregation and “one law for muslims only” thing they’re angling for, that they will stop at that? They have been saying one thing and one thing only from the 6th century AD:

That the whole world must be islamic, ruled by sharia law.

This is no secret. Who do so many refuse to believe it?

So when the result of free speech and not banning this and that is that an enemy of a country clearly states within that country that he wants to dismantle that country’s laws and crush it from within, then I’m starting to have a problem with it. And don’t give me the: “I will fight to the death for your right to say it” crap that the muslims never waste any time in invoking. Because they never had any intention of letting anyone else disagree with their views in the first place.

They will fight you to the death if you use your right to say it, though. That’s almost the same.

Oh, look what I just discovered while looking for something else:

Traitor

Published
by
cecilie
on June 12, 2010
in Beauty, Cantonese, Injustice, Movies, language and patriotism
. 3 Comments

Oh! NOW I’m disappointed.
Chow Seng Chi (周星馳）was my big Canto love for years and years. Because:
1. Extremely handsome
2. Funny

I used his films as teaching and learning tools of Canto, and when people asked me which Cantonese films I could recommend, I always said “Anything by Chow Seng Chi.” He single-handedly changed the face of Cantonese comedy by using his own Mou lei tau (冇理頭）－ a play on 冇理由 （mou lei yao - “meaningless”) - humour. I used to have a photo of him on my pager in the days of pagers - my husband made me burn it on our wedding day. Yes, the photo.

A big part of his appeal is of course that he speaks Cantonese, a good fighting language perfect for the delivery of a terse put-down, and the Chow Seng Chi-films dubbed into Mandarin I’ve been forced to watch, have of course been not very good at all.

So what does he go and do?

Produce his new films in Mandarin, saying in a recent interview: “Cantonese? Do people still speak that?” and “Everyone in Hong Kong understands Putonghua now.”

What - so he thinks the two languages are interchangeable? That fun, vibrant, expression-laden, infinitely rich Cantonese can be replaced by dry, stick-in-the mud, slang-less Mando?

Chow Seng Chi: TRAITOR! Cantonese made you, and you know it! What are you going to do in your Mandarin films, make Party speeches?