Topless bathing was common on Australian beaches when I lived here 30 years ago but it has diminished, perhaps thanks to Asian and Muslim immigrants.
I used to see some lovely sights just off the main Tannum beach, sheilas just lying back in the sun on their towels without a care in the world, letting everything hang free. Nowadays however, one has to be grateful for the girls in bikinis.
Frankly, I blame the new prudishness on the Muslims.
Daniel says: “So the Muslims are cool with women in bikinis??? Why the hell do these people move to modern, western countries if they want to turn it into another Jihadstan, or wherever they’re from?!”
I assume they follow the dictates of their religion which aims to conquer the world, through violence if necessary, and rule everybody with Sharia (Islamic law). It seems to me that the West and Muslims are enemies and that the West admits Muslims and allows them to practice Islam to its destruction.
Conservative MP Fred Nile says he wants topless bathing banned in NSW to protect Sydney’s Muslim and Asian communities.
The Reverend Nile has rejected allegations that prudishness is behind a bill he has prepared to ban nudity, including topless sunbathing, on the state’s most popular beaches.
Australia’s reputation as a conservative but culturally inclusive sociery was at risk of erosion by more liberal overseas visitors, he said.
“Our beaches should be a place where no one is offended, whether it’s their religious or cultural views,” he said.
“If they’ve come from a Middle Eastern or Asian country where women never go topless – in fact they usually wear a lot of clothing – I think it’s important to respect all the different cultures that make up Australia.”
The practice was at risk of raising the ire of Muslim men in particular, Mr Nile said.
“I don’t want to have any provocations or disturbances on our public beaches,” he said.
A TOPLESS sunbather is being investigated by police after being accused of sensuously rubbing sun cream on herself on a public beach.
Police were called to a beach at Anzio south of Rome by a furious mother who said the way the “attractive” sunbather was rubbing lotion on her body had “troubled her sons aged 14 and 12.”
The mother said she had asked the 26-year-old woman, identified only as Luisa under Italian privacy laws, to cover herself up. But the woman, still topless, refused and an argument broke out and police were called.
“A patrol was stopped by a mother of two sons who was angry at a topless sunbather and the way she was applying suntan cream,” a police spokesman said…
The number of women sunbathing topless on beaches in Italy and France has dropped in recent years, Italian etiquette expert Countess Barbara Ronchi della Rocca told the UK’s Daily Mail.
Ms Rocca said the beach is no longer the place where you go to get a tan, as people spend the winter topping up their tan in salons.
On any given day, acres of tanned flesh are on view at Bondi Beach: men wearing the briefest of briefs, women sunbathing topless. But it wasn’t always so. In the 1940s, a legendary beach inspector, Aub Laidlaw, patrolled the golden sands, ruler in hand, ensuring that men’s and women’s bathing costumes conformed to bylaws governing public decency.
Costumes had to cover at least three inches of thigh, as well as the entire front of the body, and wobbly bits had to be kept in place by robust straps. Mr Laidlaw frogmarched 50 or more people a week off the beach, including, in 1945, the first woman to brave Bondi in a bikini, and in 1961, a group of men wearing Speedo swimming trunks.
The fanatical Mr Laidlaw retired in 1969, eight years after the bikini was legalised, but now his ghost is once again stalking Sydney’s beaches. A Christian fundamentalist politician, the Rev Fred Nile, is calling for topless sunbathing to be outlawed, and he has received backing from several mainstream MPs.
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The main question I get from Australians who knew me 30 years ago is, “Is it worth it?”
They’re referring to my choice to live in the United States.
I left Australia with my parents at age 11 in 1977 but came back for a year after high school to live with my brother in Tannum Sands, QLD. Everyone I knew then and then see today is in good financial shape. They’ve all married and had kids. They all own homes. They all have abundant resources set aside for retirement. They want to know, is it worth it to live in America?
Australia has the highest minimum wage in the world of about $16 an hour for adults. Every working Australian gets a minimum of four weeks holiday a year. The country has a generous welfare state and socialized medicine.
In regional Australia (as opposed to the big cities), people tend to trust each other. They leave their homes and cars unlocked. They do business on the assumption that their mates are telling them the truth. In other words, they enjoy high social capital because 98% of the people around them are white and most of the non-whites are Asians who are welcomed into their communities. Most of the Asians I see in regional Australia enjoy higher academic scores than the whites, higher incomes, and they tend to rise to the top, owning businesses and working in professional capacities.
Unlike my eight months in Australia in 1989-1990, I notice no anti-Asian sentiment today.
My answer to the question, “Is it worth it?”, is maybe. Los Angeles is an exciting city for me. I get to mix with outstanding people, leading writers, intellectuals, professors, etc, who I would rarely if ever meet in regional Australia. Regarding economic matters, while the Australian and American dollars are basically at parity, that dollar goes about twice as far in purchasing power in American than in Australia.
I’m in Australia May 27 to June 13. The country has changed since I last lived here in 1985. It has become much more politically correct. In my six days in Australia this trip, most of it in regional Australia, I have not heard anyone say anything racist nor utter a peep that a white Australia policy is in Australia’s self-interest. Everybody says diversity is good and you have to be tolerant.
Nobody I’ve talked to wants boat people but they always define the argument as that the boat people are economic refugees (rather than folks fleeing oppression) and that they are jumping the que. Australia has a system for letting in immigrants and that system includes taking in 20,000 refugees a year on humanitarian grounds.
I keep arguing back that a country doesn’t need to make such arguments about economic refugees. It should simply stand on national self-interest. It is in Australia’s interest to take in immigrants who most resemble Australia’s genetic stock (Britain) and to avoid taking in immigrants who come from a genetic stock that does not tend to flourish in the First World (such as people with low IQs). Why do the Australians I meet never argue immigration in terms of national interests? They’ve been intimidated by the media into constraining their arguments to Kantian notions of universal human rights.
I haven’t heard anyone say that Muslims are not a good fit with Australia unless I prompt them. One local fellow had a job driving a bus in Sydney and he quit because of all the abuse he took from Lebanese immigrants. So he moved to Central Queensland where he still drives a bus but everyone treats him with respect.
I fear that white people are too nice for their own good. I don’t notice any other race getting upset about injustices done to people outside their race, but Australians (and other whites) are often enraged about the suffering of non-whites.
Michael Fumento posts to FB: I think almost all my experiences with priests have been bad! Seriously! My father set me up with one for counseling (when it was HE who desperately needed the counseling) who was gay and damned well let me know it. The priest who married us was whacky, including during the marriage mass giving communion to about half the people who wanted it and then just quiting!; and the one I saw about an annulment didn’t disagree with me that I had grounds for annulment but STILL really gave me bad vibes. We also thoroughly disliked the priest in charge of pre-nuptials. The Church isn’t attracting the best it can and I know why — normal men want to get married and have families. LET THEM!
What would happen if the Navy said all SEALs must be single in order to devote themselves fully to the service? Right.
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If you notice, there is nothing sexual in his rantings. He may have been gay. He clearly was not heterosexual in the way I consider it.
The woman he blamed for his troubles, Monette Moio, is in my not humble and definitively conclusive opinion, the hottest woman in the galaxy. If i were to discuss her with emotion, it would not be about walking around with her and getting her to pay attention to me and being with me, it would be about her supernatural breasts, her granite stomach, her porsche streamlined body, her supreme buttocks, you get the picture, it would be sexual, not attention oriented. I could care less to be seen with her in public, i would not mind at all mind you, but the key would be to have her alone in a room with a reclining piece of furniture. Hell, i would do it on the floor.
His rantings are all about attention. How did he try to get girls, he got drunk at a party and tried to be obnoxious which he could not ever really be, because he was a loner – loners are not obnoxious. they are perfectly un-obnoxious. Unfortunately for him, he was a loner who was not good at it. He wanted attention – hard to get attention when you are not in any group, no church, no political party – and please do not tell me an online forum is social, it is a video game with words instead of explosions.
If you read the manifesto, what is totally missing is any quality alone male bonding time spent with his father. The dad preferred to take 2 years off doing some stupid documentary that failed worse than obamacare than spend time with his son.
The kids problems were made of his boomer, send him to a shrink, get him drugs, parents. The purchase of a BMW for him was absolutely stupid. They should have spent the $40,000 on a rehab facility where he would make friends, camp out and learn teamwork, be away from the sensory and sexual overload he could not handle.
This is a wake up call to all parents of children with problems being in the “mainstream” – you now need to parent actively, and urgently. Take the kid camping, get the kid friends – buy him friends if you have to, whatever it takes, but do not let him sulk alone in Isla Vista, or at a home alone in Connecticut with guns and videogames, etc.
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May 25, 7 p.m. I double-check I’ve got what I need for my three weeks in Australia, I grab my bag and three letters to post, and walk out the door to the bus stop. I feel anxious because I haven’t ridden the bus in about 20 years. I don’t like riding public transport because many of the people on it seem grotty. They remind me too much of myself. I prefer to spend as much time as possible with better people than myself.
The first time I checked on how to ride the bus from 90035 to LAX, it took me about an hour to figure out the route and I was almost disabled by my anxiety. I had to digest an enormous smoothie and a protein bar for my anxiety to go away and then I felt quite capable of riding the bus.
My bag weighs about 30 pounds and I lug it down the street. For all of my previous trips, I’ve taken a taxi to the airport but indulgence costs about $30 and I can’t justify that lavish expenditure anymore. As I grow older and wiser, I try to accept an increasing amount of reality. Public transport is a part of reality that I need to start accepting for my life.
Frankly, because we’re among friends here, I’m surprised that the world has failed to fully appreciate my genius. I’m almost 48 and the world has yet to build a path to my door. I haven’t been lavished with great wealth and beautiful women for the profundity of my opinions. Shoot, if I don’t start get more of the good things of life pretty soon, say, in the next 35 years, heck, I’m just gonna settle down to the normal approach to life.
My scheduled bus is for 7:38 p.m. and I’m 20 minutes early and thank God, there’s a white guy sitting on the bus bench. We can band together, if need be, against the violence-prone third worlders. Oy, he does have some weird piercings and tattoos and he’s holding a skateboard, so he might not be the salt-of-the-earth middle American who can be relied upon in times of crisis.
I see the Santa Monica 7 bus coming way early. I board, pay the exact fare of $1.50, ask for a transfer, and confirm that the bus stops at Pico and Sepulveda Blvds where I can catch the Culver 6 to LAX.
I feel great anxiety that something will go wrong. My flight does not leave until 11:40 p.m., so I have lots of room for error. Everything seems to be going OK. The people on the bus aren’t disgusting. I don’t see many people I want to emulate. I don’t know if I see anyone I want to get to know. In my experience and expectation, the type of people you meet on airplanes are a much better sort than those who ride city buses.
After riding three buses, I get to LAX without incident. Everybody I ask for directions and assurance along the way comes through for me. The buses are clean. Nobody is disgusting. There’s a wholesome humanity to the experience. This part of reality doesn’t make me want to hurl. I can deal with public transportation. This is a part of reality that I can embrace and return to in the future. My high level of anxiety is not needed for riding the bus. I don’t have to be in fight-flight-or-freeze reflex. It’s not such a trauma. The only wound is to my pride. I just never saw myself as the type of bloke who rides a city bus filled with third-world types.
PRESENT MOMENT FEEDBACK: “That’s weird. Don’t smile like that when you’re on the computer.”
When I ordered my ticket online about a month ago, I saw that an American citizen needs to get a visa to visit Australia. I saw the option to get an electronic visa for $47.50 but that didn’t seem right to me. It was a part of reality that I wanted to ignore. Hey, I’m Luke Ford! Don’t bother me with these piddling details. I’ve got a plan to save the white race!
FEEDBACK: “You say you’re an anxious person but you are always making choices that would make anyone anxious. You don’t choose an easy gentle life. You choose to provoke.”
My time comes to see the Virgin America attendant. I present my American passport and she asks for my visa. Hey, doesn’t she realize I am Luke Ford?
I say I never needed one before. I guess this visa to travel to Australia is a post-9/11 development. I feel rising panic on top of my high anxiety. The beautiful attendant, I’d totally marry this type of woman if she were a traditional Jew, says she can get me an electronic visa.
The process takes about 15 minutes of her on the phone. I feel the sweat building on my face. I put down the book I’m reading on hijacking, and instead pick up a volume of the Talmud on idolatry. I figure that will help my chances. I have visions of not getting my flight and causing great disruption to my family’s plans.
Eventually everything gets sorted out and that leaves me wondering, why would a person pay $47.50 for an electronic visa when you can apparently get one for free at your airline desk a couple of hours before your flight?
I would rather sweat, panic and feel like a right wally for 15 minutes and save $47.50.
The flight leaves on time. I’ve got an aisle seat and vegetarian meals. I’m seated next to two blokes. There are no hot chicks nearby. I take a clonazepam and fall into a daze. When I come to, about 12:45 a.m. California time, I see they’ve brought me a vegetarian meal and it looks good. Even though I’m not hungry, I eat half of it. Then I pick up my phone and begin listening to Tom Clancy’s last novel, Command Authority, which predicts the current turmoil in Ukraine. I know the high-brow types despise Tom Clancy but there’s a lot to be learned from his books and they’re both great fun and undisturbing. Most literature disturbs you and therefore it is not great to listen to when you want to fall asleep. Clancy never disturbs so he’s my ideal late night entertainment when I’m yearning to sleep but my mind is taking me into disturbing territory so I want to distract myself from my natural patterns of thought.
The flight takes 16 hours to Melbourne. I don’t have any meaningful interactions. I don’t think I sleep. I get up every hour or so to walk around the cabin and relieve the pressure on the spine that lengthy sitting brings. I listen to about ten hours of the Tom Clancy novel (about two-thirds of the way through). I don’t feel mentally sharp enough to read or write.
About 5 a.m. Tuesday Melbourne time, about three hours before our scheduled arrival, I take a modafinil tablet, which guarantees I’ll be wide awake for the next 15 hours. So even though I’ve had a sleepless night, I’m alert and hungry to learn more about the world around me.
I’m pulled aside at Melbourne’s passport check and I sit a tad anxiously with a few other folks who’ve also come in for increased scrutiny before I’m waived through after ten minutes.
I’m seated next to two Asians on the flight to Brisbane. They go in and out of what seems to be Chinese and Australian. I enjoy the complimentary chocolate granola bar and a cup of coffee. The Asians buy this delicious nuts and pretzel package. I look at them enviously but they don’t offer to share. We don’t speak. I wonder if homogenous white and Asian societies have more social capital and if their citizens are more likely to offer to share their nuts with a stranger.
I arrive in Brisbane at 12:30 and family pick me up, hug me, kiss, rejoice over, and feed me an egg sandwich. We hit the road for Caloundra, an hour away. There we take a swim in the ocean before leaving about 3 p.m. for Tannum Sands (in Central Queensland, by the coast, 25 minutes drive from Gladstone), arriving around 8 p.m. Sixty years ago, my grandparents on my mom’s side owned all of Tannum Sands but with the decline of the generation, my family now only has little bits.
* You dramatically increase your chances of an untimely death by allowing certain wackos in your life. Be careful about whose posts you like, folks.
* Life is better for the average Australian than for the average American. I don’t think I would have said that ten years ago. There’s much more social capital here. 85% of the population is white, there’s one culture for about 85% of Australians. There is an ease between people you don’t have in more diverse countries such as America where blacks have their own culture, Mexicans have their own culture, university educated folks have their own culture, etc. In Australia, it feels like almost everybody shares the same culture, no matter how much they’re educated and how much money they make.
* When do I become such an iconic figure that I’m no longer offensive, just a beloved eccentric?
* I’m seeing here in Tannum Sands how owning a business and loving your wife and having a family, community, relations, predisposes one to a more healthy life than being a shock-addicted attention-whoring blogger.
* If I could just find an Australian-Jewish supermodel (with a rich and indulgent father) in the next two weeks, I’d be perfectly happy to stay in Australia.
* Like Diogenes looking for truth, I’m wandering around Tannum Sands trying to find people who give a stuff about the Alexander Technique. If I could give just 10-15 lessons, I could pay for my trip back here.
* Australia has become much more politically correct. I walk around Tannum Sands as I do in Los Angeles with my kipa on and my tzitzit down to my knees and nobody is rubbishing me.
* So there was this girl next door, actually across the street and two houses up from where I lived in Tannum Sands, and she worked in the Boyne Island Shopping Centre when I had the cleaning and gardening contract there in 1985, and this girl had a sister a couple of years younger, and I’d chat this girl up every day, but now she runs a shop and has some kids and a hubby and she doesn’t remember me and I felt like a right wally when I stopped by to say hi.
* I love offending people way too much. It’s self-destructive, it hurts people, why must I do it? Daniel says: “My theory: You inherited a tiny penis from your Chinese ancestor and feel the need to compensate by lashing out at everyone you deem a threat. It’s probably the underlying reason you have it in for black guys.”
* I apologize for over-sharing lately, but when I visit my family in Australia for the first time in 14 years, why do I keep pulling out my phone to check how many Facebook likes I have?
With my wonderful Aunty Linda. I have never ever known her to say the wrong thing. She’s a great model for how to put people at ease. She’s my mom’s sister. My mom died 44 years ago, but Aunty Linda has been a mother to us kids.
With my family in Tannum Sands.
* It’s hard verging on impossible for me to express care and concern and love for other people (aside from a girlfriend, then I have no trouble). I’m emotionally disconnected. I like being in Australia and seeing everyone. I feel a deep satisfaction but it is hard for me to shower people with love. I’m much more comfortable analysing things from a distance and then posting them on Facebook. I tend to pine for people who reject me. I pine for bygone days. Oy, these are all symptoms of avoidant attachment when I think I’m more anxious and possibly disconnected in my attachment style.
According to Wikipedia: “Fearful–avoidant. People with losses or sexual abuse in childhood and adolescence often develop this type of attachment[11] and tend to agree with the following statements: “I am somewhat uncomfortable getting close to others. I want emotionally close relationships, but I find it difficult to trust others completely, or to depend on them. I sometimes worry that I will be hurt if I allow myself to become too close to others.” People with this attachment style have mixed feelings about close relationships. On the one hand, they desire to have emotionally close relationships. On the other hand, they tend to feel uncomfortable with emotional closeness. These mixed feelings are combined with sometimes unconscious, negative views about themselves and their partners. They commonly view themselves as unworthy of responsiveness from their partners, and they don’t trust the intentions of their partners. Similar to the dismissive–avoidant attachment style, people with a fearful–avoidant attachment style seek less intimacy from partners and frequently suppress and deny their feelings. Instead, they are much less comfortable expressing affection.”
Chaim Amalek: “And who created this “Facebook”? The tribesman Marc Zuckerberg, who profits from the social isolation and atomization of people like you. Well, stuff that Zuckerberg!”
* My family is so unreasonable and controlling. They won’t allow me to visit jihadi and bomb-making websites on their computer.
* I might move to Tannum Sands after all. The socialist Gladstone Regional Council offers free counselling through the Discovery Coast Community Health Service and they even do home visits for when you’re really depressed.
* I am currently redoing the Lord of the Rings in terms of my life. I am Frodo, Chaim Amalek is Gandalf, and who shall be the Orcs?
* I find it easy to feel a genuine interest in people when they display one in me, but when they don’t, I don’t.
* I say a lot of odd things that disturb people, inappropriate jokes, etc and then I feel bad that I bothered them.
* I don’t like being asked to smile for pictures or doing anything I find artificial (that does not include daily showers, brushing teeth, wearing deodorant).
* I want to devote myself to teaching Alexander Technique but I can’t find enough students to make a living at it, so I work regular jobs, but life is better when you can devote yourself to your passions and to helping people thereby. I’ve never excelled at doing anything I find uncongenial. I’m a passion person. When I can get passionate about something, I can do well, but otherwise, I’m not so excellent.
* When I see what my family has built, I feel like such a f***-up.
* It would be really easy to lose my Yiddishkeit if I lived here.
* Of the three kids, I am the most like my father.
* A lot of women dress like sluts and then get upset when you treat them like one. I used to have a therapist who wore miniskirts and would spend much of our sessions trying to pull her skirt lower to within 18 inches of her knee. How do you think that made me feel?
* Spending 4-5 days in a hospital room with an incontinent octagenarian wonderfully concentrates the mind on what’s important in life (family, relationships, social capital, savings, community).
* I notice that Australians have debt to their gills. People are maxing out their credit cards and loans to have the nicest cars, latest electronic equipment, big beautiful homes, overseas vacations, etc. Australia has not had a recession in about 30 years, has generous social services, so people are spoiled.
* Never trust a guy (a la George Bush) who says he is running for office because God told him to. He is in essence declaring himself to be a prophet and we Jews know that prophecy ended over 2200 years ago.
* I wish Australia or America would take in all of the white South Africans and Rhodesians. They are solid hard-working people entirely compatible with our culture and as things are going, they are going to be wiped out. It’s a shame they lost the will to rule. I hope white Americans don’t suffer a similar lack of resolve.
* People in Tannum Sands are even more sensitive to the cold than Los Angelenos. When the temperature dips below 65F, they start complaining.
* No kids in Tannum Sands seem to have Biblical names. They’ve all gone exotic (even though the place is 99% white).
* As part of practicing the 12 Steps, one gives up fighting anyone and anything. Yet I have many strong unpopular opinions on political, social and moral matters. So I allow myself to fight for them and express them at times, but I try to give up as much as possible throughout my life, the attitude of being at war.
* I found a small sand cliff over the ocean about three or four meters high and after checking out the deep waters below determined you could leap safely from the cliff but every time I tried, I lost my nerve and landed in the shallow water and soft sand, while my new friend Richard would leap out without fear. So I was right wally, but had a ball anyway, leaping about ten times, crashing and tumbling down with the wolf dog all over me. This is how a man should live — leaping off cliffs with a mate into deep waters knowing that the sand is soft if you lose your nerve and you ain’t gonna get hurt. Finally, I just lay on my back in the ocean and floated as the current turned me in circles. Everyone in Tannum is nice and friendly. They don’t give a stuff about race and religion and not even much about politics. There are no hate crimes. It’s a great place to raise kids.
Looking at my sister’s video of these leaps, I keep wondering who’s the pasty overweight old guy moving so awkwardly.
* I’m feeling a strong tug to return home to Australia. Living in the big city of Los Angeles is wonderful if you have stuff going on, if you’re making a good living and you’re building big things, but if you struggle to get by financially, it’s not so wonderful. So why not move back to Tannum Sands? I could get a regular job and find some Alexander Technique clients and write my heart out and interview people via Skype and get my books over the internet. Tannum Sands with its big blue sky and white puffy clouds and gentle beach and friendly people feels like paradise. I first got this tug when I watched the ABC (Australian) TV show The Straits a few months ago. I started writing all my relies about it, saying, hey, you guys live in paradise.
When I was younger, I was sure I was headed for great things, which meant living in a big city, but now I’m 48 and I’m obviously not great and not likely to become great, so why not accept that and live in paradise and enjoy walks on the beach and the company of people who look like me?
* I’m having a ball in Australia with my family, I’m totally getting spoiled and hardly lifting a finger for anyone else!
After I tried to help out with something and was questioned about it, I said, “I don’t know what I did but I am sure I did it wrong.”
Daniel: “That’s what you told your first girlfriend…and your second.”
* A group of teenage girls in bikinis on the Tannum Sands beach asked me to take photos of them. When I was done and rejoined my family on our walk, my dad said, “I just took a photo of you and I’m sending it to your synagogue.”
Chaim Amalek: “Wouldn’t you have been happier engaged in the daily study of the Talmud with your betters? Real Yidden have no time to walk along a wild beach when there are mitzvos to perform, and they certainly do not ogle shiksas for whom the very concept of tznious is as alien as it is to monkeys and dogs. You are backsliding, and I fear that the only solution is for you to move to Lakewood, New Jersey.”
* I’m the most like my father of the three kids. I’m the least practical and the one happiest spending all day reading books. My brother is the most sane and the most practical of us all.
* The last time all of us Fords (father, sister, brother and me) were all together was May 1990.
* A mate of mine says: “You might say I was a nothing who became a Buddhist. My wife is Buddhist so when she attends Buddhist temples or functions I tag along. Buddhism is a softcore religion. There’s no need to spend countless years studying tora as Luke did. You simply show up, give the Monk a donation, he sprinkles holy water over you and chants something in Thai. It’s quick and easy.”
* Chaim Amalek “Yes, do it. For you, the opportunity cost of leaving LA to try something new and promising is minimal. In fact, by some calculations you immediately come out ahead.”
Benny says: “You belong in Jerusalem. You can do all those things + your homeless and weirdo vibe will reverberate amongst the weirdo homeless there. Oh, and you can grow that ridiculous beard again.”
Chaim Amalek: “Were Luke to settle in Jerusalem likely he would become victim of the Jerusalem Syndrome and attempt to ride a donkey to the Temple Mount.”
* There are some Jews in Central Queensland but they keep quiet and often want nothing to do with this Orthodox Jew. Some have converted to other religions, others no longer consider themselves Jewish and have married non-Jews.
* Burlesque, Broadway, movies, TV, the NBA, porn, Facebook — why is it so easy for Yidden to keep the goyim entertained?
Chaim Amalek: “Probably for the same reason it is so easy to keep a cat entertained with nothing more than a ball of yarn.”
* My grandparents on my mother’s side once owned most of Tannum Sands. I enjoy walking around seeing streets named after that side of the family, including my mother Gwen.
Lewis Fein shared this FB status of mine: “#MansonSquare #DahmerBoulevard #GacyAvenue #OswaldPark”
Daniel writes: “Is there a Dead End street named after you?”
* Tannum Sands is where I decided in December of 1989 to convert to Judaism.
* I don’t tend to like women on my level. That’s a bit frightening. They’re too weird and damaged to commit to for the rest of my life. I want a bargain, not too old.
* I’m struck by how my capacity to care for myself dictates my capacity to care for others. I want to develop my COAL skills — curiosity, openness, awareness, and love — with myself and with others.
* When I lived in Tannum Sands 30 years ago, it never occurred to me to stay. I headed back to California to make a name for myself. Today I saw mates from 30 years ago in Tannum. One asked me this evening, “Was it all worth it?” They’re all married with kids and have beautiful homes.
* When I’m asked what I want to drink in Australia, I usually say, “Poofy tea” aka something fruity and herbal.
* How can I let go of that big whopping part of me that needs to change others to feel better about myself? I can’t even remember the last time I took unsolicited advice.
* I keep wanting to give advice but nobody wants to take it. Joe Queenan writes:
A few weeks ago, a neighbor I like very much came over for coffee. While inspecting the vast record and compact disc collection that takes up a large part of my living room, he suggested that I load all my CDs onto a server to clear away the clutter. He also said that I should convert my LPs to MP3 files and get wireless speakers installed in every room. I said thanks, those are really great suggestions. But I am never going to do any of this stuff.
My wife is always telling me that yoga will help relieve the pain in my lower back. She is almost certainly right. Yoga would probably be an immense help to my aching lower back. But I am never going to a yoga class.
People say that a man my age should be looking into annuities. Down the road, I won’t want to deal with the stock market’s volatility. They’re probably on to something there. A steady stream of income would make a lot more sense than a portfolio filled with volatile equities. But I am never going to purchase an annuity.
Prompted by the unsolicited comments about my record collection, I got to thinking about the last time I had taken anyone’s advice about anything. I couldn’t remember. It was certainly far in the past. Maybe when I was a kid hitchhiking at night and a trucker told me to stop accepting rides. At night. From truckers.
With my cousins:
Dinner with family:
With my family on my 48th birthday:
With my late cousin Linda Booth (on my right), and my cousin Andrea in Surfers Paradise 1982 for my sister’s wedding:
With my late cousin Linda Booth in 1982:
On Top Of Skypoint, Surfers Paradise:
My last supper in Australia.
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The foundation of my worldview is Torah. Torah says that Israel should be a Jewish state governed by Torah law and that non-Jews in that holy land are second-class citizens.
I’m down with that Torah perspective. It fits in with nationalism, which I see as the political ideology that most closely fits with the genetic facts on the ground that people, in general, prefer those who are genetically similar to them.
I look at the world and I see that the most homogeneous white and asian countries have the most social capital. When Japan has an earthquake, for instance, there’s no looting. When the Japanese protest nuclear power, they don’t commit massive property crimes. I view that level of social capital as a model for a good society. We don’t need more LA Riots.
I love the way Israel has been governed over the past 20 years, as the state has become increasingly nationalistic and concerned with the well-being of its Jewish majority population. I see that as an example for how to create a good country. Israel doesn’t want non-Jews moving there and Japan doesn’t want non-Japanese moving there and Mexico doesn’t want Central Americans moving there and to me all of these positions represent political sanity.
So just as I want Israel to be a Jewish state (and frankly, I’d be glad if its Arabs left) and I want Japan to be a Japanese state with very few non-Japanese allowed in and I want Mexico to be a fiercely Mexican state, so too I want the United States of America to have a strong distinct identity. So just as I want Israel and Japan to have populations of over 95% of their majority population, so too I would like Canada, Australia, New Zealand, England, and the United States to have a dominant majority population.
From what I understand, the American Freedom Party wants to deport from America all non-whites and all Jews. I don’t believe America needs to deport anyone here legally. We just need a government that governs according to law and doesn’t lower standards for sacred minorities.
America has historically been an 80-90% white country (until the 1986 Immigration Act). England has historically been a 99% white country. Australia was a 99% white country until the 1960s. None of these countries suffered from their homogeneity.
I don’t want anything for whites that I don’t want for other peoples. I want Mexico to retain its Mexican heritage and its historic population just as I want the same thing for all countries, including Japan, Israel, Britain, etc. That is true diversity. Let each people develop its heritage without unwanted interference from outsiders.
I am sure that most people will call my views “white supremacist.” That’s a slur. It’s like calling somebody a fag. Whites are supreme at what? I can name ten things where blacks are supreme (rhetoric, improvisation, socializing, certain forms of pop culture and athletics, song, dance, etc) and about 20 qualities where Orientals are supreme (IQ scores, test scores, credit scores, low rates of criminal behavior, family stability, etc). I want all peoples, whether white, black, brown and yellow, to develop their cultures without unwanted interference from outsiders. Let everybody have complete freedom of association. Together we make up the complete image of God.
Black, brown and yellow people are just as precious to God as white people. No race is superior at everything. We all have a role to play in the divine plan. We can learn from the superior qualities of each race and culture.
You can rightly point out that many of the supporters of the American Freedom Party are distasteful skinheads, Holocaust deniers and the like. That’s true. Many of these people give me the willies. Yet I have to be rational. People fighting for revolutionary causes have often had to take succor from unappealing sources. Nelson Mandela and the African National Congress got most of their support for decades from communists and yet the West had no problem eventually backing the ANC and Nelson Mandela. When you have few friends in the world, and that is the state of those who wish for white people to organize in their group interest just like all other groups do, then you can’t be too choosy.
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I’ve long been puzzled by your respect for Dennis Prager. It always seemed to me that he was something of a huckster, albeit a very skilled one. Glad to see you are beginning to see through him.
Salesmen tell people what they want to hear. It’s all business for them and they cannot afford to alienate the mark. Genuine intellectuals like Jared Taylor can be very discomfiting. They can be hard work.
Prager’s continual harping on about the importance of character is puzzling. I wonder what his ex-wives think of this?
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1. The quality of the girls you shoot for is less important than the quality of the men who are your competition.
2. It is not the girls who are rejecting you, but the more desirable men who are out-competing you.
3. Your focus should be self-improvement, which will improve your standing against the male competition. Working out, increasing your income, learning skills all play a role.
4. Go to a place where you are in competitive standing relative to the men around you. A schoolteacher, for example, will not be successful in Silicon Valley. A welder or mechanic should find a place where his skills are in the highest demand as to maximize his profit from them.
5. Studies show that happiness is most strongly based on a person’s standing relative to those around him. If, after maximizing your efforts in following rules 3 and 4, you are still not competitive, move to a place like Paraguay or Thailand.
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Every conservative should consider the profound and possibly awful observation made by the New York Times’ Josh Barro:
“The rush to stand with Mr. Bundy against the Bureau of Land Management is the latest incarnation of conservative antigovernment messaging. And nonwhites are not interested, because a gut-level aversion to the government is almost exclusively a white phenomenon.”
If there were validity to Barro’s observation, then any anti-government political philosophy (that wished to survive) would seek to reduce immigration.
After all, America is rapidly importing economically poor, poorly educated, low-skilled immigrants. Those immigrants generate racial inequalities, and inequality is then used to shame and guilt the majority. This is the neurotic cycle I call “America’s never-ending shame.” A constant influx of the “disadvantaged” guarantees a racialized political system and the growth of a Leviathan welfare state.
How can we verify that “a gut-level aversion to the government is almost exclusively a white phenomenon”? For starters, we could look to numerous polls and opinion surveys, which are a better indication of Latino opinion that any self-serving GOP talking points.
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"This guy knows all the gossip, the ins and outs, the lashon hara of the Orthodox world. He’s an [expert] in... all the inner workings of the Orthodox world." (Rabbi Aaron Rakeffet-Rothkoff)
