Wednesday, July 29, 2015

At this point the pond became enlightened ...

When Banzan was walking through a market he overheard a conversation between a butcher and his customer. 
"Give me the best piece of meat you have," said the customer. 
"Everything in my shop is the best," replied the butcher. "You cannot find here any piece of meat that is not the best." 
At these words Banzan became enlightened. (and more koans here).

When the pond was flicking through the digital newsprint this day, the pond came across this note:

Every Bronnie joke on the full to overflowing intertubes is the best joke. You cannot find any joke that is not the best.

(here, with forced video)

At this point the pond became enlightened.

In which the pond produces a bumper portmanteau of reptile pleasures ...

Naturally the moment the pond read Bronwyn Bishop's Choppergate scandal spawns 'Bronny Copter' game, (with forced video), the pond had to rush off to check the actual game at Bronny Copter ...

It is, in its own way, the ultimate meme tribute.

Of course the actual affair has now veered from a certain kind of Oscar Wilde cheese and cucumber sandwich on a silver platter farce to a bizarre Bourne conspiracy:

A spokesman for Bishop’s office said that on the weekend in question she had to meet people in the area on an anonymous basis because they did not want to attend public hearings of the inquiry. When asked how many people Bishop met and what date the spokesman said he was not going to go into the details of Bishop’s diary.  (Graudian it here).

It gets more Einfeldian and preposterous by the day, and it seems likely now that the first day of the next sitting is going to be very rich comedy ... pray she lasts to make it so because the omens aren't good ...

Oh no, say it ain't so. What would the pond do? How can this be?

But enough of the fun, because it's the pond's duty each day to consider the reptiles and to see what's getting them agitated.

And today the reptiles offered a double dose of agitation:

Naturally the pond was torn. Follow the Lomborgians or go through some routine Islamic demonisation with Dame Slap? What a Janet's choice!

And then it came to the pond, a bit like one of those gigantic bumper comic collections:

Why not do both? Why not pack them both into the portmanteau, or as anyone sensible knows, the good old Tamworth port!

For those who realise a Tamworth port isn't a Portuguese drink, here we go.

First of all the poodle and the Lomborg and the outrage and the shock and the horror and the indignation:

Uh huh. It's a bizarre and disgraceful intervention in Flinders' academic affairs, yet springing for four million to plant a cuckoo in the nest is seemly, proper, right and just ...

No wonder the pond knew it was going to be a ripper ...

Preserve its integrity while hustling coin from the poodle? Like a hooker trolling for a John, or a Christopher ...

Now there's a great punch line ...

But now for the test. Was Dame Slap up to the job? Would she rise to the challenge?

The header was promising. After all, in recent days we've had a stunning stand taken against the government funding and teaching of anti-evolution Christian fundamentalism in Australian schools by many, many reptiles - you know the sort of fundamentalism which saw that great headline Jehovah's Witness abuser quoted scripture while assaulting daughter, royal commission told. 

And there have been stunning examples of reptiles denouncing the notion of the crusade that inspired the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan ...and calling for the indictment of the war criminal crusaders, such as Bush and Howard and Cheney ...

Sorry, the pond stopped taking its medicine for a moment.

You wanted examples? Sorry, none seem to be at hand. Of course we all know that there are fundamentalist cults amongst us ...

Jehovah's Witnesses 'a cruel cult', ran the headline, Slamming the door on Jehovah, and yet, for all that, the cult managed to find itself involved in a government scandal in WA, here

Weird stuff, and then somehow the pond found itself In the Belly of Jehovah ...

But the pond's job is to get into the belly of the reptiles and discover the fear and loathing and the hysteria, and as always Dame Slap is up to the challenge, thanks to recycled David Cameron:

A promising start.

Condemning the child-raping, gay-loathing Catholic church certainly isn't enough to prove you're in the business of challenging extremists, but here's where it got real for the pond:

Bracing stuff indeed.

Wild conspiracy theories? Conspiracy theories that feed the extremist narrative?

Inevitably the pond was drawn back to the grand days of Dame Slap herself and her grand enthusiasm for Monckton's wild-eyed extremist conspiracy theories:

 There's more at Deltoid here, which avoids the tedium of the plot linking to itself. Sadly the link to Beware the UN's Copenghagen plot seems to be broken, but never mind, a kindly soul put up the story as a pdf here. And you can find the first part of it here at a denialist site here, with a broken link.

Strange, it's as if someone was embarrassed by a barking mad column.

Because frankly - it has to be said - Dame Slap is inclined to be nutty, and to be a lover of conspiracy theories.

So naturally she has another conspiracy theory ready to hand:

Now astute readers will remember this talk of victimhood is exactly the same sort of talk as has recently been the fashion with Adam Goodes and talk of his sense of victimhood and grievance and so forth and etc.

Naturally it leads to talk of Australian values, though what these are never become clear.

Perhaps the White Australia policy?

Never mind, it builds to a fine flow of rhetorical excess:

Yes, Australian values demand freedom of speech so that Islamics can be demonised even further.

Forget about the Aborigines and the Irish and the Asians and the Italians and the Greeks and the middle Europeans and all the others that have been given the dust-up by feral members of the commentariat and Australian values over the past hundred years or so.

Been there, done that, and now it's the turn of the Islamics ...

Never mind, let's go on asserting our confidence in our own homophobic, flag-waving, feminist baiting, Adam Goodes dissing culture and its heroic fearless leader and its faithful tribe of worshipful members of the commentariats - that'll teach the Islamics how to deal with gays, women and pesky blacks ...

Oh and the UN.

Don't forget the UN.

Its world government agenda will see gays and women running and ruining the planet with jibber jabber about climate science ...

Meanwhile, on another planet ...

In which the pond proposes an answer to the poignant question featured on the front page of the lizard Oz ...

The reptiles today highlighted a poignant question.

Being always anxious to help, the pond headed off to the viper Bolter's site for an answer.

And there it was, over six long and tedious pages.

A spewing of vile hate, fear and loathing, irrational and abusive.

Luckily the pond had put on protective clothing - you need it when stepping into the sewer, ferreting in the cesspit - and then at random, before the going got too tedious and repetitive and the spelling too awesomely bad and the grammar beyond the valley of the illiterate, the pond collected a few thoughts:

People just don’t like bullies!

Goodes should just say Sorry. Then we can all be reconciled and move on. 

I might become a spectator just to throw that spear back at Goodes. 

Goodes has a huge chip on his shoulder 

Adam Goodes brought racism into Australian rules football 

The very last thing these Aboriginal role models should be doing is glorifying cultural violence. After all, aren’t Aboriginal communities already plagued with crippling levels of violence as it is? 

Do these players really think this display of cultural ‘pride’ will actually be a good influence on young indigenous men? 

It’s the AFL that starts this racial nonsense with the “Indigenous Round”. Shame on the AFL for introducing racism into the football code. 

It was Adam Goodes who played the racism card and is now having it shoved where the sun don’t shine. 

Adam Goodes seems intent on insulting the people of Australia who are 100 percent of non-aboriginal descent. 

Keep going Adam, this way we will all know that any change to the Constitution will fail dismally and YOU will be the cause of that. 

Since a few comments have called him a sook. Maybe it would be more effective not to “boo” but to “"boo who”. As it appears he is a cry baby. 

 ...what about his naming as Australian of the Year, many hate the politics that installs anyone questionable. Add another boo. People have just had enough of PC and Goodes so loves it. 

The crowd has had enough of Political Correctness. They can smell it a mile away. 

Yes Mike the footy crowd are clearly a far better judge of character than the political elite. 

He gets great honours from the parliament and he spits in their face. 

Goodes should take a lesson, but he won’t because he is a divider and so full of hate. 

On another site, a contributor asked the question. “What would the reaction have been by the pious anti racists have been if the crowd had stood up as one and levelled and pointed make believe 303 rifles at Goodes and then made a pretend show of working the bolt action?” How different is that to throwing pretend spears at the crowd? 

Dont shed any tears for Adam Goodes over this. All this controversy will only expand his employability in the Aboriginal Industry post his rertirement. 

Oh there were a few who put a counterpoint:

Bolt, the man who allegedly strives to eliminate the things that divide us, has done more to do exactly that then goodes ever has. Bolt has whistled and the dogs have barked. 

An early version of AB’s post acknowledged that some of those booing were indeed racist, but even that seems to have been too nuanced for the sensibilities of the mob and was removed on edit. Interesting.

But they were snow flakes in the fires of hell, and in any case, there's no rational or logical way to respond to a spewing of hate.

Now the pond could have collected dozens more comments, but it only needed a random sample to answer the poignant question.

The result seems clear enough, and so the pond proposes a tentative answer to that poignant question as to why the crowd were booing uncle.

Why they were readers of chairman Rupert's publications.

They were grazers in the field of hate known as Murdoch la la land.

The crowd of booers attending the football field are the very same feral crowd of festering racists fostered by a divisive figure who uses hate as a way to attract attention to himself as he struts the pages of the HUN, and who spreads his poison across the land

In short, they were booing uncle ... because any sensible Murdochian Bolterish reader simply can't stand uppity blacks ...

Now how soon before the pond's answer is published on the front page of the lizard Oz? How soon before the Murdochians take a stand against the vipers in their midst?

Ah, the sound of crickets.

And they wonder why not a single AFL footballer has publicly admitted to being gay.

Better run a Pope cartoon instead, and more Pope here.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

In which the pond continues to be distracted by Bronnie, despite the charm of other distractions ...

Let's face  it, if Bronnie didn't exist, she'd have to be invented.

She's a one woman excuse not to dwell on the shameful willingness of both major parties to take care of those who donate to them, by rewarding the cash in the paw with decent, considered, thoughtful legislation ... and with the greatest respect, you know what that means. Nudge, nudge, wink wink. Property developers, the poker machine industry, the grog merchants, they all know how the game is played ...

And one of the rewards is keeping the entitled in a position to enjoy their entitlements because the age of entitlements will never be over.

Oh the animals might howl about the pigs sitting down to have dinner with the farmer, but howling is all they can do, and what a useful distraction it is.

Fairfax is the now pretty much the only home for the current yowling, with only the odd story turning up on the more general, less rabid reptile site,

The tabloids have moved on to the latest sex scandal, so that there's another distraction even more distracting than the Bronnie distraction.

Still, Fairfax have been maintaining the rage:

Even the resident magic water and sourdough bread lover couldn't resist a jab at her extravagant ways:

Et tu splurger on a ten dollar loaf of sourdough?

Of course, being Sheehan, it was framed as just one small part of the complete apocalyptic collapse of the entire world. Where would the Fairfaxians be without their in-house chicken little?

But then there are the consequences:

Oh dear, though nobody pays much attention to Roy Morgan these days.

As for the latest story, it's clear enough what it all means:

She is ...standing by a signed declaration to bureaucrats that asserts she was in Albury on official business, specifically to research work-life balance for an inquiry by a parliamentary committee, of which she was then chair.

A signed declaration no less.

Now the pond was always taught that if you signed anything, you had to know, understand and agree to the contents - unless it was a simple witnessing, as in a will, where it was improper to read the contents. Then you're only witnessing the signature, not the contents.

As for the rest, the actual business at hand which was the subject of the declaration ...

Mystified, is, with the greatest respect, another word for hogwash, lies, bullshit and common and garden deceit.

It reminds the pond of the great Marcus Einfeld mystery, where the man made a false statutory declaration for a $77 speeding fine, and  ended up spending time in the clink for perverting the course of justice and so on. Sheesh, just pay the fine already.

It's also in marked contrast to the treatment of Slipper, yet it's clear enough that in the case of the wedding matter, the alleged business of the formal committee business is just a pathetic bit of window-dressing, in which Bishop is now so steeped that she must press on in an Einfeldian way ...

But will Bronnie suffer any punishment for perverting the course of politics? Does the potential for an ongoing season of vaudeville and comedy mayhem exceed the sense of outrage?

Will the bureaucrats summon up the courage? Will the federal police?

Oh go on, you now that's being as rhetorical and silly as stepping to the side of the stage to deliver a monologue ...

At the moment, despite the Fairfaxians maintaining the rage, it seems unlikely she'll suffer ...

Abbott is still showing signs he's determined to stand by her, dressing it up as loyalty when in reality it's an astonishing display of rank hypocrisy ... in much the same way as he's shown he can be pig headed about climate science, gay marriage, and all the rest of the windmills he tilted at to get into power.

It's doing him damage, and she's also doing the party damage, and the sensible thing would be to cut her loose ... but is Abbott and his office beyond the valley of the sensible thing?

Meanwhile, speaking of distractions, on another planet as big Mal and the rest of his party debate the shape of the camel:

In which the pond marvels at the cheek of the reptiles talking of double standards, while clutching the viper Bolter to their bosom ...

Sydney traffic: 11.

Sydney airport: 11.

Blog productivity: Absolute zero K, or if you will, -273.15°C.

But hey ho, on the pond belatedly goes, with absolute relief at the way the reptiles have seized on an important issue and made  it top of the page, in the tree killer edition, and in the digital splash:

Indeed, indeed. Shameful, shocking, appalling these double standards.

Now football to the pond is roughly the same as a sauna might be to a polar bear, but there were a few important points to be made, and Chip knew just the right man to talk to about them:

Ah the Bolter, the Bolter.

Let's see what the Bolter thinks, or at least as much as the pond can be bothered showing:

Hmm, that's an interesting choice of words: "the white crowd".

Presumably there were no blacks in the crowd, or any other sort of racially coloured taint. After all, who wants uppity blacks or Asians or any of the other differently coloured to turn up to the footy?

White crowd it must be!

Not that we're interested in dividing the country into black and white. We're with the Bolter all the way ... we're all white here, and sooner or later the blacks will wake up to it, and forget the colour of their skin and go whitey ... and everything will be hunky dory ...

Meanwhile, Chip was just starting to warm up:

Hmm, some racial connotations to it? Hmm, heckling in social media ... would that be blogs? Does the Bolter run a blog? Oh come on, did Goebbels know how to use radio ... (t'ching, take that Godwin's Law swear jar).

Yes such is life, all this chat inevitably brings us back to the Bolter.

Now the pond isn't the first to note it, nor the last, but the Bolter has a fixation on Adam Goodes, a deep fear and loathing which only a shrink could fully understand.

It goes really deep, and it regularly pops to the surface like a hoppy toad.

In a trice, the pond googled up the names Bolter and Goodes and the hate mail came flooding in:

And so on and on, and tediously on ... there are plenty more examples out there, but sometimes rifling through a sewer can just get too  hard on the nostrils ...

Which makes the reptiles of Oz talk of a shameful double standard quite peculiar.

Are they talking about the way they let the Bolter parade his bigotry on a daily basis, while wondering at the crowds doing their "kill the Goodes" chant?

Do they understand that there's not so much double standards at work in Murdoch la la land, as absolutely no standards at all?

Do they begin to comprehend the hatred and the division they routinely foster as they clutch the populist viper to their bosom?

Some say they hear the chanting of the crowd. Strangely, the pond just hears the chanting of the Murdochian tribe ... and nothing Chip can say or do will soften the sound ...

Reading the first comment below, the pond was reminded of an uncle, who on the rare occasions he came across someone of a different colour, would flinch and start, and try to disguise the fear ... but when nicely liquored up, would begin a dreary mantra about lazy blacks and welfare blacks and no good and useless blacks and for variation, endless tales of long-suffering whites ... always prefaced by "I'm no racist but ..." when everyone in the family knew he was deeply, profoundly racist ...

So it seems it might be with the Bolter and his readers. They harp on and about about Goodes, but it's the obsession that's revealing, as it was with the pond's uncle ...

Phew, after that, no time to brood about poker machine rorts - you see the Labor party gets rorting funding too, and that makes everything hunky dory, or so says the fearless leader.

And so to a Pope cartoon, tidily skewering a couple of other matters, and more Pope here.

And finally for those anxious about the faithful unable to eat pig or beef or shellfish or wear mixed fabrics or drink alcohol together, or otherwise agree and settle their tribal cult differences, a pond correspondent reminded the pond of another solution, one currently in vogue in Japan.

Let them eat eel!

Talk about staving off the winter fatigue of reading News Corp publications ... come on cultists, a little unagi will fix what ails you, and then we can get down to talking about why cultists have paid up religious chaplains, and time for indoctrination sessions in public schools ...

Oh because that's what Tony Abbott pays for and that's what conservative politicians want?

Say no more, a nod's as good as a wink to the pond, and no doubt to cultists, and cash in the paw is even better ...

Monday, July 27, 2015

In which the pond joins the parrots in supping on the crack otherwise known as Rambo, cherry blossoms and Lomborgian thinking

(Above: will it never end? Will no one rid the kingdom of this spoilt child? Will the king's sleep be disrupted by the yowling indulgent behaviour of the parliamentary empress?)

For its many sins, the pond found itself watching a bit of Rambo III last night.

Take heed, youngsters, this is the danger and the folly of random channel-hopping in the old fashioned way.

What made the show fascinating and compelling, in the way of watching a train wreck, was its celebration of the mujahideen, aka jihadists, engaged in a holy war.

In those days, proposed Rambo, Islamic fundamentalists were freedom fighters up against the evil empire, and the film finished with a title offering a dedication to the noble Afghan people.

The plot, what little there was, featured Rambo rescuing his old commanding officer in Vietnam - America, it seems, would never make that mistake again as the Ruskis were doing in Afghanistan - who'd been in country offering the freedom fighters all sorts of missiles to help establish a new fundamentalist Islamic state, and been caught and tortured by the Ruskis - not that America would ever set up a prison designed to do such dastardly deeds.

Of course these days, if he'd happened to be in Australia, Rambo would be locked by by the government, as would Lord Byron and George Orwell - yes the pond woke up listening to RN's Rear Vision's Tackling foreign fighters.

It occurred to the pond that it still wasn't too late to jail all the politicians and commentariat who'd supported foreign adventurism in Iraq and Afghanistan, though that might leave the current conservative government without any politicians, and the Murdochians without enough hacks to put out an edition of the Bunyip Times.

Even worse, when you think about it, there's no current law on the books to deal with Sylvester Stallone.

Mr Stallone's crimes against acting and humanity were so vast, deep and awful in the film - in a word hideous, with soulful beats and head twitches evoking St Vitus' dance - that the pond might even be persuaded to drop its life-long stance against capital punishment.

But enough already. The parrots are sighing and cooing and squawking and squabbling as they get deep into the cheery blossom, and so it's time for a decent dose of reptile kool aid.

The pond resolutely refuses to be distracted by Calls for beef to be banished along with pork from Liverpool Council's interfaith lunch.

Talk about bizarre. Apparently the aim of the interfaith lunch is to show people of diverse faiths getting along, and sitting down side by side to chow down and have a chit chat.

The result, thanks to the weird and enormously stupid prohibitions on certain kinds of food, reminded the pond that there's not a shred of sense to be found in religious cults, be they Christian, Islamic or Hindu. Save the pig, says the pond, with Homer, is there nothing the pig can't do?

Back to the reptiles, and it was impossible to ignore all the alarums and the shouting and the panic in the lizard Oz:

Oh dear, plenty of overtime and hard yards for the scribes.

Hmm, perhaps the pond should be changing its kool aid brand:

Well there's nothing like the sound of ignorant armies clashing by night, or reptiles by day casting the runes and coming up with completely different versions of reality ...

Never mind, there's important business to attend to on the matter of climate science, and the ongoing rehabilitation of a famous reptile pet:

Oh dear, let's not detour to Lomborg Errors, or pdfs of Scientific American reviews, and instead let's get down with the persecuted, and a Flinders University VC who seems ready to don the wings of Icarus and head off towards the sun:

Uh huh, it's a neat and tidy question. Is it denialism to accept the reality of man-made climate change, and then deny it has absolutely any implications and then there are many more important things to attend to and in due course by doing nothing, everything's going to be hunky dory ...?

Would it be gravity denialism to assure nearby listeners that gravity was indeed real, but never mind if you donned the wings of Icarus, you could still fly up to the sun? Though perhaps the wax used might be an issue ...

The pond tends to think that, as the reptiles are climate denialism central in Australia, their warm embrace of the Lomborgians is a tad revealing.

And sure enough:

Now what are we to make of this?

Well you'll notice the gold bar - yep the reptiles have put it behind the paywall, yet as usual anyone interested in the thoughts of Lomborg could have found it published five days ago on Lomborg's "Project Syndicate" site under the header The Best Ways to Fight Extreme Poverty.

It seems the best way to fight extreme poverty and falling circulation is to take something offered for free elsewhere on the free to overflowing intertubes, and charge foolish punters for access.

One note gave the pond a fit of the cackles, living as it does in Turnbull land:

One possibility is to triple mobile broadband penetration in developing countries. This would provide small-scale businesspeople such as farmers and fishermen with market information, enabling them to sell their goods at the highest price – and to boost productivity, increase efficiency, and generate more jobs. Our research shows that the benefits, added up, would be worth $17 for every dollar spent – making it a very good development target. 

No doubt the farmers in Woop Woop will be very pleased to learn the latest market information and sell their goods at the highest price at their roadside stall ... what a pity they have to rely on Turnbull supplied broadband ...

It reminded the pond what Lomborg was really selling, along with climate denialism, or climate science irrelevantism if you will, and that's pie in the sky by and by, and snake oil of the purest and most refined kind, a huckster offering panaceas and solutions to all that ails the world, and ready and willing to sort out the entirety of the world's problems.

Here's how he wrapped up his latest dose of moonshine and snake oil:

So how's South Korea going in eradicating poverty?

Well, it's a story from 2011 in The Economist here:

Korea's equal distribution of income is changing. Judging by the relationship between the richest and poorest tenth, Korea is becoming more unequal than it used to be. Worse, the growing number of poor people is disproportionately elderly. In other rich countries, people between 66 and 75 are no more likely to be poor than the population as a whole. In Korea, they are three times as likely to be poor. This is all the more worrying because the low birth rate means the country is ageing more rapidly than any other rich country. In 2009, people over 65 were outnumbered ten to one by the working-age population. By 2050, there will be seven over-65s for every ten working-age adults. Disproportionate old-age poverty would have a huge impact on the social backing for policies designed to foster growth.  
Korea's equitable income distribution used to provide a sense that society as a whole was benefiting from breakneck catch-up. But discontent is rising both about inequality and about the role of the chaebol, producing growing disenchantment with both main political parties. The recent election for mayor of Seoul produced an upset win for a left-wing anti-establishment maverick. 
It is proving hard to resist the trend towards inequality because of another basic feature of Korea's economic model: total tax revenues are just 26% of GDP. Taxes are especially low on labour, a choice designed to boost work and foreign investment. But as a result, social spending is low (11%); public spending on family benefits is exceptionally low (less than a quarter of the rich-country average); and the tax-benefit system is the worst in the OECD at reducing inequality and poverty. Korea's tax-benefit system reduces poverty by only 18% (compared with what it would have been without the benefits). Sweden's tax-benefit system cuts its poverty rate by 80%.

Meanwhile, Lomborg somehow manages to curry favour with the reptiles with this sort of rhetoric:

An even better intervention addresses migration. More than 200 million people today work outside their home countries. As rich countries age, they need more workers. At the same time, people from developing countries are more productive in a developed country. Easing restrictions on migration would allow young people from developing countries to expand industrialized economies’ diminishing workforces – and generate the taxes needed to pay for care for the elderly. 
Such migration would also be good for the developing countries, because migrant workers send home remittances. In total, every dollar spent on increased migration would produce more than $45 of social good – possibly more than $300. While in today’s political climate, increasing migration might be difficult to achieve, it is worth pointing out how effectively it could help the world’s poorest.

Yes, the pond likes the sound of that.

How soon before Tamworth can host the Olympics or a World Cup using imported labour? And not just run a bunch of chook sheds ...

But it'll take a little while to persuade the Bolter:

No, no, Bolter, it's your good buddy Lomborg and his reptile mates that want to open the floodgates, and here you are ruining Tamworth's chance of staging the Olympics.

Kool aid and re-heated days old snake oil, and it's only Monday.

Is it any wonder the pond feels blessed, in a country that allows Rambo and Lomborg to roam free, while those with the bravery, entrepreneurial spirit, hard cash, and a willingness to take the most extreme risks are locked up in gulags.

What was it that P. J. O'Rourke said, stirring the possum back in 2009?

Oh dear, and there's more possum stirring here.

And then there was Jeff Sparrow trying to understand the long tradition of hate, fear and loathing in country, cultivated and encouraged by the current government and the Murdochians:

There's a long tradition of nativist resentments in this country, usually expressed as a desire to "return" to some better time. But the focus of those resentments has changed radically - as has the understanding of the idealised past. 
Last Saturday, Pauline Hanson addressed the Rockhampton Reclaim the Australia event: 
"I am against Islam in Australia," she said. "I'm not targeting Muslims, I'm targeting the ideology of what Islam stands for. We do not want or need Sharia law in Australia." 
Let's leave aside the question of how you can be "against Islam" without "targeting Muslims" (rather like being against Judaism without targeting Jews, one would have thought). What's fascinating is that, back when Pauline Hanson was a serious political force, she showed no interest in Islam at all. In her 1996 maiden speech - probably her most famous political intervention - she said nothing about sharia law or halal foods or any of her current preoccupations. 
Instead, she railed against a quite different target. "I believe we are in danger of being swamped by Asians," she said. 
She quoted figures about the number of immigrants who were of "Asian origin", warning that "they have their own culture and religion, form ghettos and do not assimilate". 
Today, the Reclaimers - and Hanson - use exactly the same rhetoric but direct it at Muslims. 
If we go back further, the targets shift again. In the 1990s, demagogues like Hanson championed European culture against the purported "Asian invasion". 
But, earlier in the twentieth century, Italians and Greeks were seen in almost the same light as "Asians". Back then, they were not understood as part of "white" Australia. Rather, they were a threat to it. (and more here).

Don't forget the Irish that ruined the twentieth century Jeff, but how piquant to point out the irony of the Sri Lankan-Tamil minority-headed Catch the Fire crowd now hanging around with the Hansonists ...

But at last the pond began to understand why people got upset at an American owner pushing an uppity Dane on to Australia, when the Dane's only too willing to offer his solutions for free on the full to overflowing intertubes ...

It's the whimsical notion that he's a myth buster and a truth teller, when really he's just a huckster wanting to shake down a willing and obliging Australian government who values him for his climate irrelevantism:

So what then is "the real state of the world"? Clearly, it isn't knowable in traditional statistical terms, even though subjective estimates can be responsibly offered. The ranges presented by the IPCC in its peer-reviewed reports give the best snapshot of the real state of climate change: we could be lucky and see a mild effect or unlucky and get the catastrophic outcomes. The IPCC frames the issue as a risk-management decision about hedging. It is not the everything-will-turn-out-fine affair that Lomborg would have us believe. 
For such an interdisciplinary topic, the publisher would have been wise to ask natural scientists as well as social scientists to review the manuscript, which was published by the social science side of the house. It's not surprising that the reviewers failed to spot Lomborg's unbalanced presentation of the natural science, given the complexity of the many intertwining fields. But that the natural scientists weren't asked is a serious omission for a respectable publisher such as Cambridge University Press. 
Unfortunately, angry reviews such as this one will be the result. Worse still, many laypeople and policymakers won't see the reviews and could well be tricked into thinking thousands of citations and hundreds of pages constitute balanced scholarship. A better rule of thumb is to see who talks in ranges and subjective probabilities and to beware of the myth busters and "truth tellers." (the same link to Scientific American here).

Time to join the parrots in supping deep on the cherry blossom,  and First Dawgie in celebrating the gulags endorsed and approved by both major parties, and more Dawgie here where you an find a Reclaim Australia carrot.

How thoughtful of the Dawgie to help out Richard Marles with a full suite of measures and excuses, which might, in due course, become very handy: