I WAKE and feel the fell of dark, not day.

What hours, O what black hoürs we have spent

This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!

And more must, in yet longer light’s delay.

With witness I speak this. But where I say

Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament

Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent

To dearest him that lives alas! away.

I am gall, I am heartburn. God’s most deep decree

Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;

Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.

Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see

The lost are like this, and their scourge to be

As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.

BUT, ’twas never for long that thine own blogger was ever in self pity. No, not whilst another brew beckoned enticingly from within devil’s fridge and called, softly, gently…persistently: come drink me Pat for I am yours, and we are one, though ’tis up to you to drink of me and make. it. so. And so I shall, and did. No dull dough will sour this selfyeast of spirit but flame, torch and illuminate – the Night! And into the night we should go.

Four score and four years past was born a man like many other in many respects not showing much at all that would mark him different. Yet, his life held much the same. That’s the normal course of events so let’s not read to much into it. Still, there’s blogs to be written, songs to sing, grog to be drunk, oysters to be eaten, and so, in due course it came upon that man’s mind the idea to make his way upon the earth and avoid legal entrapments like a defamation suit, or racial vilification law.

So it is in this venture that M4 Monologue shall set upon another course and re-introduce our erstwhile blogger Billy Nudgel, who has suggested, and we the editors accepted, his proposition of a weekly series much in the theme of Plutarch and his “Lives“. As such, next week, if Billy is up to it, shall be the introductory episode of “Nudgel’s Lives”, possibly researching in an opening salvo Keren Hayesod.

Keren Hayesod – UIA, in partnership with the global Jewish community, works to further the national priorities of the State of Israel and Israeli society, with special emphasis on advancing weaker communities; nurturing disadvantaged and marginalized youth; encouraging aliyah; implementing rescue operations; and connecting young Diaspora Jews to Israel and Jewish life.

That’s who they are my friends, and it is fine and upstanding work to be sure, something to be emulated no doubt by our much admiring and fawning White people and our State of…well, I’ll leave it up to Billy to nominate the White State set aside, as at the moment I’m bereft of information on that score.

So, with much hope, a lot of faith, and some misgivings, I welcome Billy Nudgel and his “Lives” to the M4 fold. May you bring out the best in us Billy.

God works through evolution.

Sneaking up amongst trees, down under undergrowth, sleeps and slinks, snakes emptiness black murky slime sludge. In there, sun reflected glory, shafts of rays like mirror light splay, upon eyes even still, somewhere else if you can look, more that skulks and hides.

My will, my ego:

My choice.

And then he has the gall to disparage any notion that he’s a neoconservative.

“It seems an amazing co-incidence that three great religions should all think parts of Israel holy to them, and that two should have been born in a country so tiny that you could fit it into Tasmania four times over.

But what is truly amazing is that it’s actually no coincidence at all. It’s nothing at all to do with something spiritual in the water, of which there’s so little that the Jordon River seems more like a creek.

It’s really the birthplace of just one religion, Judaism. But so short is the world of good ideas that the best seem to spread.

Christians were really just one of the many branches of Jewish faith, like the sect that hid the Dead Sea Scrolls in the hills overlooking the Dead Sea,

Jesus was a Jew, and the early Christians met in the network of synagogues scattered throughout the Roman Empire, where one in 12 citizens were Jewish. It took St Paul to start nudging this Jewish faith into something very distinctive.

And when Muhammad decided to invent a religion of his own, he looked at what had worked best in his part of the world and pinched from both.”

So, Christianity is just “one of the many branches of Jewish faith” who for some mad crazy reason call themselves Christians rather than Jews. After all, “Jesus was a Jew”, right? “early Christians met in the network of synagogues” that were being persecuted by Jews, like Paul. What? Jews persecuting Jews? Why did they do that since these were all just Jews? And I’d have to check this factoid about Christians hiding out in synagogues. Sounds rather bizarre to me.

And what’s this, it took a Jew who persecuted Christians, and then converted to this Jewish branch called Christianity, to make Christianity? So Christianity, named after Christ the Son of God who died and rose from the dead (all tenets of the Jewish faith according to Bolt) was totally Jewish until Paul came along. Does Bolt even understand what the Pharisees represented in the Bible or what Talmudic Judaism is today, or the fusion of Paganism, Greek philosophy and Roman law into what is the #1 universal Christian faith that is Catholicism?

Why on earth did “the Jews” (who were Pharisees, since it must be spelled out it seems) kill Christ, if he was a Jew doing Jewish things? Could it possibly be that modern Judaism extends from the Pharisaical and Talmudic Jews, none of which or whom have anything whatsoever to do with Christianity?

And, not that I necessarily want to defend Islam, but what evidence does Bolt have that “Muhammad decided to invent a religion of his own”? Could it be possible that Muhammad had revelations that had nothing at all to do with Judaism nor Christianity? Is it possible to consider that Islam is not a cynical rational decision to combat Judaism nor Christianity, and is in fact a genuine religious outpouring?

Is Bolt, the self proclaimed agnostic, himself having a religious experience – “In Israel, even this agnostic can glimpse the eternal.”? Is Bolt’s choice a cynical and deliberate act, to dismantle Christianity and Islam as merely being false diversions from the one true religion in Talmudic Judaism?

Why doesn’t Cardinal Pell slap this blasphemy from Bolt down? Why doesn’t the Catholic Church, or is that the Judeo-Catholic Church, say something about this absurdity from Bolt? Stand up for your and our faith Pell. Theologically and historically Bolt has everything completely arse about. And it doesn’t surprise me at all to see other White Nationalists despise Christianity, seeing it as Judaism by proxy when the #1 mainstream, so called conservative, columnist comes out with absolute ahistorical and theological idiocy like this.

Is Bolt even aware of what the Talmud, of which all Jews are adherents today, says about Christ, as obscene as it is?

 Where Bolt says:

“It seems an amazing co-incidence that three great religions should all think parts of Israel holy to them, and that two should have been born in a country so tiny that you could fit it into Tasmania four times over.” does he have any idea at all, does he even understand Judaism? That Judaism was born with Abraham, and that Abraham was born in Ur, Babylon (Iraq for Bolt to understand)? Israel was a promise, not the place of birth. Israel was handed to the Jews through bloody invasion and conquest, at God’s behest and command. Does Bolt even read the Old Testament? Farrrrrrr out, it is maddening to see this idiocy. It is so thoroughly infuriating. What the fuck happened to my nation that this idiot Bolt is the preeminent “conservative” columnist!?

“IT’S CHRISTMAS and I’m in Jerusalem. And already I feel awkward.” So you should you complete galoot. The blind are truly leading the blind.

Update:

In my anger I forgot to pay particular attention to this statement: “It’s really the birthplace of just one religion, Judaism.”

That is categorical. Judaism is the true faith, the true religion. Christianity is merely an offshoot that wasn’t born in Israel. Unbelievable.

The sweet fruits of modernity; what fruits? The reek of evil covers everything.

The good men of our age, lied to from birth, are beginning to realise that something is not quite right; something momentous is forming. Dissonance is lurking, building in their heads. Those who are good can do nothing but recognise these events as evil, and will fixedly turn against it. And those who don’t, well, they’re natural born children of Satan, and will receive their due.

Your time is coming.

You’re right, of course. Before the gay rights movement and the gay subculture polarized matters, male bonding took place even in a predominantly Christian society. Gay consciousness made straight men more self-conscious, which had a chilling effect on male bonding. Years ago, I wanted to review Brokeback Mountain, but the only angle I could come up with is that this movie will spoil men’s fishing trips for a long time to come.

Yet the ability of the left to polarize society around homosexuality, and the bitterness of that polarization, arises from the predominance of Old Testament attitudes in America. I think that the gay rights movement exploits genuine grounds for discontent (as did feminism) but is directed by Jews with the malicious intent of undermining the male bonding at the foundation of Aryan society.

Greg Johnson

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Something about male bonding and the queer-pushing on the left that I’ve noticed: I spent my undergraduate years working as a personal trainer in several gyms, and I noticed (along with the rest of the young guys I worked with) that men above the age of 55-60 could spend hours at a time in the locker room conversing with each other completely nude, often in close proximity with each other without the slightest discomfort. We laughed about this phenomenon but couldn’t figure out why it didn’t freak them out to behave so openly like that amongst their friends until I realized one day that the “homo/no-homo!” divide hadn’t been formed for them in their minds/hearts during their youth because the homosexual agenda of the left had not formed at that time.

The men simply saw each other as men, comrades, and friends. The love of men one for another is something beyond description, particularly if they have gone through “the shit” together, be it in warfare, sports, fistfights, chasing tail, or general youthful mayhem. Women cannot understand this level of mutual respect and devotion and are quite jealous of the affection, as women always are possessive.

The “homosexual agenda” has been very, very effective in always putting the brakes on heterosexual men of my generation from ever developing a fully-formed comradery due to the always present fear of being looked at as homosexuals. It stifles us from spending the necessary amount of time together to develop a revolutionary movement. Tragic.

Eric Hale

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My own comment:

That is an excellent summation Hale. Good observation of older blokes at gyms, something that I hadn’t thought of the way you explain it, but was uncomfortable with them yacking at me naked.

Another one is boys, and older men holding hands, or arms slung over the shoulder. If you observe subcontinent boys and men, holding hands is common amongst close friends and does not have the connotation of homosexuality. Yet there is no way I would ever hold another bloke’s hand.

Personally, I like the company of other men. I miss the old style pubs, where men would get together and talk about men’s things without the distraction of women. Modern pubs are all about chasing women – alpha/beta competitiveness. No conversation, or what there is just dumb, superficial natterings interspersed with “check that one out!”, and everyone turns to check her out.

Just before my time, or fading when I was a lad, was the public bar, back bar and women’s bar. Beer garden for families. Public bar for men, working class mixture. Back bar for white collar types, more civilised and women’s bar for the women. That’s the way it should be.

You can see why revolutions were formed in pubs in the old days as it was only men there. Would a revolution be formed in a modern pub? No way.

In Oz, with the increase in grog taxation more men are brewing their own and gathering at mates’ places, in the “drinking shed”, to talk about men’s things. There you can talk about race and other important subjects in relative comfort, knowing that the thought police won’t come down on you. The women stay out. So, there is hope.

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I’d add to that the plethora of fishing shows on TV now. My boys and I love to watch them together and the women have no interest. Sometimes you can get 3-4 in a row on different channels.

Thinking about it, they are dominated by men. Not a woman in site, not even as advertising for fishing gear. The allure is not just the fishing, the techniques, the equipment, the strategies and tactics, but the adventure and, what seems the most enticing, the fact that it’s just blokes. Together. No women. No shit talk. No competing for snapper of the female variety. Just blokes, on a weekend trip, or up before the sun out beyond the heads. Natural in nature. Catching fish together.

Then back at the seaside or riverside to gut it, fillet it, cook it up and eat it. Together. Camped out but nothing camp.

Fuck, I miss when men could just be men.

I was only hoping to correct the many things

said, by my brain that splurts out fears and doubts

I was hoping to correct so much

questioning? I’m your dad. I am full of certainty

But I, was hoping to fill you with pride, strength, fearless

Just like me angry and I was hoping

till I saw your freckled cheeks and your wide eyes, staring back at me

wondering and knowing what the next stupid thing that came out of my mouth was as if

from God

and i’m no god

and i look at you with your cheeks that are my wife’s

your hands and

your legs you’re growing tall

i love you so much and i don’t know what to do

Better yet, why don’t you glorious Laputians arrange to have the Villawood detention centre relocated to your own neck of the woods? One would go down a treat right next to Barranjoey Lighthouse. Maybe you could have a mosque installed hard up against the beach kiosk so you can keep close tabs on your oppressed boat people, and bring them breakfast with halal meals on wheels. You could even have the local life savers daily go out in their surf boats to intercept and escort the arrivees to your safe harbour, and serve them fresh readings at The Boathouse cafe.

Ah, but you won’t do that will ya Bob. No, not for you Keating types, ex of Condell Park gone now where all the Labor saints go, to the pearly gates of the northern beaches or eastern suburbs, lands of the implicitly white, yet not white. Home of the Disingenuous White Liberal, SWPL, whiter than white. No, no of course, you’re an anti-racist.

Racism’s wot those stupid eejits of Penrif and the south west do when they get gang raped or shot or bashed. Yeah, fuck those racists. No place in your plays for them, that sub-human scum. They don’t want nor deserve a better life do they Bob? They’re just a useful stereotype, your soul’s juxtaposition, to manoeuvre about on your moral war board, a convenient set of simpletons to reel out in your next speech. They don’t feel grief or pain at their circumstances. That sort of thing is reserved for mutual masturbators at the Hitchens fan club, who feel the pain of everyone, then they feel nothing. All honourable men, Valiant for truth.

You, Williamson, the lot of you traitors will get your comeuppance for sure. Not at the election booth, though that is surely coming, but when things go pear shaped in the next GFC and the welfare won’t provide the necessary three meals a day, things will get rather agitated. And it won’t be the saintly ‘mgrants that feel the heat, but certain northerly and eastern federation styled verandahs that have a panzer planted right through their bedroom window.

*An artist’s impression of the future. Entirely fictional. Welcome to the internet Bob.

Just the worst time of the year

For a journey, and such a long journey: Do you ever wonder why we can’t speak in rhyme? No more.

Or why we can’t express ourselves in anything other than whispers (on blogs – anonymous?)

OH that we could belt out…some song. (that wouldn’t wake up the neighbours)

Our strength, our fate, our fortitude! Writ small in dancing nonstop short blogging tunes – a little OneSTDV, a Half Sigma, a Sailer or two.

‘Tis our fate to never be, anything more than vignettes, the alt-right crowd – crying un-ryhyming sonnets to no one.

But our vanity.

(And who will weep for us?)

The Daily Telegraph (Terror) headlines: Streets of fear

The intrepid Rachel Olding of the SMH writes (no doubt from the firing zone of a press release),

“SYDNEY’S murder rate has halved in the past decade, falling to its lowest level in recent history.

But Sydney’s streets are no safer, said Don Weatherburn, the director of the NSW Bureau of Crime Statistics and Research.

Homicide cases have dropped from 88 in 2001 to 43 this year, reflecting a statewide trend in which murders fell from 119 to 77. The rate of one homicide per 100,000 people is the lowest Dr Weatherburn can remember.”

Some problems:

Ok, so the murder rate has halved from 2001 to 2011, but what is the time period for the state where murders fell from 119 to 77? Rachel doesn’t say. We can’t just assume these things Rachel dear.

The rate is “the lowest Dr Weatherburn can remember.” What, are we relying on Don Weatherburn’s memory now? Doesn’t he have a database to lookup and cite relevant facts? Maybe he had a lost decade of alcohol abuse from 1988 to 1998 and his memory is faulty, well, I wouldn’t know. How old is Don anyway, is he 200 plus and remembers Federation? Useless statement, normal nonsensical so-called statistical reporting from the SMH.

Right, now to the Terror:

“SYDNEY is under siege from gangs of heavily armed robbers terrorising shopkeepers, pub staff and residents.

Meat cleavers, machetes, sawn-off shotguns and axes are among the weapons used in recent weeks as thugs smashed their way into so-called “soft targets” – mostly service stations, bottle shops and licensed premises – demanding cash, wallets, jewellery and mobile phones.

Details of more than 50 of the most violent incidents have been released by police this month.

However they are just the tip of the iceberg, with as many as a dozen more reported every 24 hours according to logs of the police encrypted radio network.

It is a similar story across the state.”

Shit.a.brick, batman! Holy jumping jehoshaphat, one minute I’m reminiscing along with Don’s memory, the next I’m in the middle of machette wielding maniacs invading my quiet sherbet at the local. Which to believe?

Better get back to Don and his idle hours musings, ensconced in his study with Dr Watson down Darlinghurst way. “Bring us some tea, cocaine and a hypodermic needle would you Mrs. Hudson?”

“‘The puzzle is that homicide is coming down but assault isn’t so I don’t think it’s fair to say we’re becoming less violent,” he said. ”One possibility is that emergency medical procedures have improved so fewer people are dying of their injuries.””

Hmmm, yes, very puzzling. It’s a puzzle alright, very perplexing. A preponderance of puzzlement, confusion and failing memory. “What’s that Watson? Massive immigration of low IQ violent types from all over the third world into Sydney where the unemployment rate in some areas is close to 20%? What’s that have to do with assault and robbery?”

“Clive Small, a former detective and police assistant commissioner, said Sydney had come a long way from the ”bloodbaths” of the late 1990s when violence raged in Cabramatta and between members of the Middle Eastern community.

”We seem to go through periods when we’ve got criminals who are actually trying to kill one another and periods when they’re just trying to shoot up someone’s house for payback or just asserting control and those two don’t necessarily go together,” he said.

”At the moment we seem to be having drive-by shootings but no genuine attempts to kill people and that could be part of it. It’s been a while since we’ve had open warfare with gangs trying to kill each other.”

Thank God there’s no open warfare anymore ass. commissioner Small. Thank you Sir for relieving my hemorrhoids. “Hold the SOOV IT cream Mrs. Hudson, things are looking much better now.”

“Four men armed with knives, machetes and pool cues are wanted over the robbery of a hotel at Taree West on Wednesday in which a 54-year-old employee was assaulted and locked with two patrons in a store room as assailants ransacked cash registers.

“In two separate incidents last week, knife-wielding men robbed a convenience store at Griffith and a Bulahdelah service station, while at Berkeley in the Illawarra two men threatened a shopping centre security guard with meat cleavers before escaping with money and cigarettes.

The surge in the number of hold-ups is a major concern for police because it bucks a downward trend that has seen the lowest rates for armed robbery in years.

Also alarming is the increase in gangs and lone bandits hitting multiple targets in a single night.

These included an 18-year-old man charged over a rampage in which he allegedly robbed six service stations armed with a hammer and knife at Liverpool and Casula within two hours on December 19. Later the same day two men armed with pistols are believed to have held up two pubs at Glebe and Newtown.

The escalating violence is also happening on the street, with growing numbers of people being threatened and assaulted by armed hoodlums who rob them of wallets, phones and personal items.”

“Bring back the SOOV IT please Mrs Hudson, quick smart. Put on your gloves Watson, this will require some exploratory work.”

Let me see: Meat cleavers, machetes, sawn-off shotguns, axes, service stations, bottle shops, licensed premises, pubs, clubs, homes hit by drive-bys, shootings, stabbings, pool cues, knives, gangs and lone bandits. There’s a poem in here just waiting to get out.

“Armed robbery is at historically low levels, with the long-term trend significantly down,” Robbery and Serious Crime Squad commander Det Supt Luke Moore said.

“In the month of December to date there has been a slight rise in the number of armed robberies recorded in NSW when compared to the same period in 2010.

“There have been some serial offences like those in southwestern Sydney a couple of weeks ago, for which an alleged offender is before the courts, that have pushed the number of reported offences in December up, but these are expected to level out.”

Oh, thank you Det Supt Moore, nothing to worry about at all. For a minute there I thought my bowels were about to prolapse through sheer fear.

“A shift in management structure from micro-management or ”management by fear” to engaging in more community initiatives has resulted in a tougher stance on alcohol-related and organised crime, said a policing expert and former detective, Michael Kennedy.

Knives are still the most common murder weapon, accounting for 35 per cent of murders.”

Ah, community initiatives in cracking down on alcohol-related happenings. The cursed alcohol rears its ugly head once again at the SMH. All the world’s problems can always be sheeted home to alcohol. Before the time of alcohol people only ever used knives, pool cues and machetes for backyard gardening. You know, prune the crab apple with a meat cleaver, that sort of thing. Not now though. Not since alcohol was introduced into our society 6,000 years ago. But, there’s nothing like a good dose of anarcho-tyranny to straighten out all the curly ones.

”Unfortunately we are excellent at dealing with stabbings,” said Gordian Fulde, the head of emergency at St Vincent’s Hospital.”

What an obtusely witty thing to say Mr Fulde. With one fell swoop the Gordian Knot is cut, and all the world’s problems vanish in a thrice.

“It comes as police urged shop keepers, hotel staff and the public caught in the middle of a hold-up to do whatever the assailants asked – not to be a hero and not to make sudden movements.”

Right, so. All’s well and good then.

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Update:

Police hunt shooter after man gunned down

“December 31, 2011 – 9:25AM

A young man has been shot dead at Chester Hill in Sydney’s west.

Police and emergency services were called to a house in Biara Street about 1.50am today after reports of the shooting.

They administered CPR but the man died at the scene.

Residents in Biara Street were told to stay indoors while police investigated.

Anyone who witnessed any suspicious activity in the area is asked to call Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000.

AAP

Poor, silly bastard probably made a sudden movement.

Police release CCTV following armed robbery – Pyrmont

“About 8:45pm, Friday 9 December 2011, a man ran into the store on Bunn Street and approached the counter.

The man, who was armed with a gun and wearing a hood over his head, threatened the female employee before helping himself to cash from the register. He then ran from the store and fled the scene prior to police arrival.

…

The first male is described as being of Indian/Sub-continental appearance, medium build with dark brown hair and wearing a black short-sleeve t-shirt with ‘Henley’ on the front, light grey track pants, white joggers and a grey satchel bag.

The second male is described as being of Indian/Sub-continental appearance, medium build and wearing a black short-sleeve t-shirt and white ‘Adidas’ shorts.”

and me is not Cam

Me is like gold

and Cam is like spam

One of the worst lyrics ever written:

“It don’t make me happy this mantrolling

thing that you got for me so I become

no man’s woman”