Month: July 2025

That joke isn’t funny any more

DIE.

I’m far more comfortable saying that than I should be, but I have said before that MAGA have made a frankly not very nice person out of me, and I am in Suzanne’s very position, except that I live in a country where civilisation is still holding on: I am a type 2 diabetic with diabetic retinopathy but Australia’s system still works well enough that I don’t have to choose between my many and varied pills and eating. I don’t accept “but I didn’t vote for THIS!” as an excuse any more: you voted for Mushroom Cock hoping to make other people hurt. To OWN THE FUCKING LIBS AS A FUCKING JOKE. All fun and games until the joke was suddenly on you. Fucking DIE, Suzanne, you deserve no better.

Now there is some debate as to whether or not this account is/was real; people are claiming they can’t find any such account now, but that, of course, doesn’t mean it didn’t exist and has vanished in the interim. Plus the name seemed familiar to me from my own Twittering days. (Maybe just because there were so many MAGA cunts of this sort by then, but still.) Indeed, I found this site, which is a sort of Twitter viewer that lets you see what’s happening on there without having to actually sign up, and which offered this backup of an account by that name. So if, as some people insist, the above tweet was faked, someone went to an awful lot of effort to disguise it… I took a couple of screenshots:

Maybe not, but it certainly is a sign of complete moral vacuity. I am assuming that Suzanne whacked her account once the tweet escaped Twitter captivity and increasing numbers of people started noticing it and using their freedom of speech to bite back at her. Poor Suzanne, thinking all the consequences of her shitty actions would fall on others instead of her, but she wound up getting them anyway. Seriously, Suze… just… die.

Again?

Remarkable how many of these “murky” deaths there’s been and yet none of these people seem to learn keep away from high windows and only live in single-level buildings. Also, Vladimir’s goon squad who keep “suiciding” these people? You guys really need to shake the pattern up and stop being so predictable and unimaginative…

What being a Trump cultist involves…

I mean, fuck them both for being Trumpeters, I’ll bet she was just as glad to see ICE picking on immigrants as the rest of the cult, but fuck him even more. I don’t particularly wish either of them well, but if she ever does get back from wherever they’ve sent her, she deserves a divorce from this worthless cunt, not least because their marriage is clearly in a terrible state even without this. I cannot fathom the thought process involved in still supporting Mushroom Cock after his goons have done this to YOUR OWN FUCKING WIFE unless you don’t actually give a shit about her in the first place. Supporting that thing in the first place is bad enough; supporting him after this has happened requires mental illness on top of just being a bad person.

Divisive debate dropped?

Khaled Sabsabi reinstated as Venice Biennale representative after independent review into dumping

Creative Australia has reinstated the artist Khaled Sabsabi and curator Michael Dagostino as Australia’s artistic team for the 2026 Venice Biennale after an independent external review of the decision.
The pair had been dumped from the prestigious art exhibition earlier this year after Creative Australia’s board took the unprecedented decision to revoke their appointment.
“Today, we were officially informed by Creative Australia that we have been recommissioned as the Artistic Team for the Australia Pavilion at the 2026 Venice Biennale,” the team said in a statement on Wednesday.
“We accept this invitation and welcome the opportunity to represent our country on this prestigious international stage.” […]
The review, conducted by board advisory firm Blackhall & Pearl, found there was no single or predominant failure of process, governance or decision-making that resulted in the decision to rescind the selection.
“There were, however, a series of missteps, assumptions and missed
opportunities that meant neither the leadership of Creative Australia, nor the Board, were well placed to respond to, and manage in a considered way, any criticism or controversy that might emerge in relation to the selection decision.”
The inquiry concluded that there was no one at Creative Australia who was adequately prepared for a “potentially divisive controversy” around the appointment, but that failure was not the fault of any one person or group of individuals.

I don’t know, this nonsense feels like it had to have been someone‘s fault, cos obviously someone at CA decided the Biennale had to be protected from Sabsabi and the board of the organisation agreed with them… I accused them at the time of pre-emptively cowering before Dutton, who I frankly expected (as I presume CA also did) to win the election in May; I still feel now that it was mostly if not wholly down to Sabsabi’s support for Palestine, and that he still wouldn’t be going anywhere near Venice had Dutton in fact won the election; whoever he installed as arts minister in place of Tony Burke would have ensured this backdown never happened. Burke, incidentally, seems to be covering his own arse now:

In February Burke publicly expressed shock over two of Sabsabi’s past artworks mere hours before an emergency board meeting was held and the pair were unceremoniously dumped.
One was a 2006 work Thank You Very Much, which used archival footage of the 9/11 attacks alongside a clip of George W Bush, and which Sabsabi said was a “critique of the brutalisation and the savageness of war”. The other, You (2007), is held in the Museum of Contemporary Art’s collection and included footage of former Hezbollah leader Hassan Nasrallah declaring “divine victory” in an address after the 34-day Lebanon-Israel war. The artwork was made as the Lebanese-Australian artist grappled with the scale of destruction caused to his birth country.
Speaking on Wednesday after their reinstatement, Burke said “the works are quite explicable but at first glance both of them looked deeply offensive”.
He said there had been a failure of “due diligence” and he as minister should have been briefed about Sabsabi’s back catalogue so he could have defended him.

Well, as the minister, why didn’t Tony himself demand this information so he could be fully informed, instead of just going along with whatever CA decided? I don’t know what the answer to this bullshit was, but I’m fairly sure that wasn’t it. Anyway, it seems Sabsabi is off to Venice again (and so is the bloke who resigned as our ambassador to the Biennale over this whole thing), and the “divisive debate” CA singularly failed to avoid can die back down… at least until Murdoch media decides we need to get angry about him again…

Well that took long enough

So Swaggart kicked the bucket at last, clearly holding on to life with grim determination for two weeks after his impending death was announced. Hopefully we may see his fellow scumbag Jim Bakker, who Swaggart described as “cancer” before his own downfall—wow, WE were a paragon of moral uprightness and superiority to our fellow Christians, weren’t we? Not wrong about Bakker, but Swaggart really was the last person who should’ve been sniping at him—HOPEFULLY, I SAY, we may see Bakker follow him sooner rather than later. For his sake, of course; may the Lord bless him by saving him any more embarrassment at having to hawk those fucking food buckets for the apocalypse on his show so much…

When not having a sense of smell is good

One thing I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned about myself is that I’m anosmic, i.e. I have no sense of smell, and, as far as I can remember, never have done. I don’t know why this is so, except that it most definitely was not a result of Covid-19 or the vaccine for same; this goes back before those things, all the way to my childhood indeed… we used to have rose bushes out front when I were a lad, and the folks would say how nice they smelled, and Junior here would hold his nose up to the flowers and, frankly, get nothing from them. Never have done that I can remember. Possibly it explains why I place so much importance on the visual appearance cos I have no idea how it smells (never had a problem with tasting things, by comparison), maybe also why I’ve always been fascinated by the book Perfume.

It doesn’t actually bother me much, hence why I’ve never tried to get it fixed or anything; I’m sure there’s important sensory information I’m missing, and I’m always concerned about my own bodily scent being less than optimal cos I obviously can’t smell myself either, but there are times when not being able to smell something awful is nice. On that note…

Yeah, you-know-who has just launched his own fragrance, because OBVIOUSLY.

Announcing the fragrance in a post on Truth Social, the president wrote: “Trump Fragrances are here. They’re called “Victory 45-47” because they’re all about Winning, Strength, and Success — For men and women. Get yourself a bottle, and don’t forget to get one for your loved ones too. Enjoy, have fun, and keep winning!”
The male fragrance will “blends rich, masculine notes with a refined, lasting finish” whilst the perfume for women has been described as capturing “confidence, beauty, and unstoppable determination.”, and is described on the product website as a “sophisticated, subtly feminine scent that’s your go-to signature for any occasion.”
The bargain price for these fragrances? A mere $249 (£190) a bottle.
Reacting to the product launch on social media, one person said Trump had reached “new frontiers of grifting.”

Honestly, there will be people out there who will know other people who will buy this fucking rubbish and envy my inability to smell them.

Hollywood Story (1951)

Before he was the king of gimmick horror, William Castle was doing this sort of thing, quickly turned-out mysteries (quite a few Westerns too) made on what I’m guessing were middling budgets… like this film, I’m guessing they were probably generally of no great distinction, but I had a decent time with this nonetheless. Hollywood Story is inspired by a real Hollywood story, the 1922 murder of director William Desmond Taylor; basically a bit of a cash-in on the previous year’s hit Sunset Boulevard, the story has a film producer moving to California and setting up in an old studio (which, in reality, had previously belonged to Charlie Chaplin), where he discovers the story of its previous owner, a famed silent era director murdered in 1929. He decides this story could make a good film, especially if he can work out the unsolved mystery at the heart of it, but it soon appears that not everyone in town is keen on the truth being uncovered. Like I said, not a film of great distinction, which is fine, sometimes a perfectly good film is all you need rather than a masterpiece of the seventh art; and Castle’s film is built on a fairly engaging mystery plot (albeit with an ending I probably should’ve seen coming long before it did) and is carried by a good solid cast, particularly Richard Conte in the lead role. Didn’t entirely buy the romance between him and the daughter of the actress who would also rather the whole thing would just go away, I think their initial antagonism melted a bit too easily, but other than that I don’t think I had any serious issues with it… unlike Bosley Crowther, cited on the film’s Wiki page as criticising it for, among other reasons, making the police in 1929 look “lazy” for not having solved the crime then. Given the original murder of W.D. Taylor remains unsolved 103 years later, that feels a bit weak to me, and I’m guessing Bos’ opinion of the police’s abilities and, let’s face it, desires to solve some crimes (even in this day and age) was overly inflated…