Nick Cater, Janet Albrechtsen, cultural cringes and hysteria ...

(Above: speaking of the cinemah)


It's easy to get alarmed by Caterism, which is to say the sight of Nick Cater parading his paranoia to the world.

As a reader noted yesterday, Cater's epic New cultural cringe fears the eyes of the world (behind the paywall to keep you sane) is a splendid feast which lathers up a rabid fear of many things - amongst them the usual elites, academics, and intellectuals who sidle up to cultivated Englishmen, presumably meaning that no-one bothers to sidle up to Cater because he's an uncultivated boor (or should that be boar? Or bore?)

And yet, and yet ...

What happens when you scratch a Pommy bastard? Why you find a cultivated snob of the first water:

The (UN Human Rights) committee is not a court but an eclectic bunch of lawyers and academics from 18 countries. While it would be presumptuous to pass judgment on their expertise, it may be of relevance that it is chaired by a professor from the University of Essex, ranked 31st in The Guardian's league table of British universities.

There you go, said with all the style and élan of a second rate academic sniggering and chortling into his elite caffè latte about a third rate academic trapped in a red brick university (perhaps Cater read Malcolm Bradbury's Eating People Is Wrong).

Anyhow, Cater gets his knickers in a knot about the wretched academics daring to hand over the Commonwealth of Australia to the UN or world government, in a posturing way which is either quite heroic ... or will remind readers of Don Quixote or the Lilliputians taking on the Blefuscudians ...

No doubt Cater has equally firm views on the appropriate end for egg-cutting ...

Let us admire his rhetoric at length, since it's reminiscent of the cheap carry-on you'd expect from someone at the University of Reptiles of the Order of the Lizard Oz, ranked somewhere or perhaps nowwhere in The Guardian's league table of wretched universities producing hacks to fill up bird cage lining:

The University of Sydney's John Keane offers us a glimpse of the alternative in a 2002 paper entitled Cosmocracy. It is not a world government as such but "a conglomeration of interlocking and overlapping sub-state, state and supra-state institutions and multi-dimensional process". 
A cosmocracy would be structured by "macro-governments", supranational institutions that would form the Premier League of world governance, relegating our parochial commonwealth government to the second division and state governments to the third. Keane describes it as a polymerous form of rule, comparing it to a chemical substance composed of many parts. 
It is unclear where the UN Human Rights Committee would sit in this cosmocratic dystopia, but it's a fair bet that its unelected experts would have a lot more clout, and greater powers to bring recalcitrant sovereign states such as Australia to heel. 

Oh dear, crank up the black helicopters, hide under the beds children.

Keane suggests a historical inevitability to this process, that "the passing away of the fiction of the legal sovereignty of territorial states" is only a matter of time. 
 If the good professor is right, then Tony Abbott's launch speech on Sunday shows a leader living in the past, still under the delusion that a government he might lead, elected under our flatly democratic parliamentary system, will be able to make binding decisions for and on behalf of the Commonwealth of Australia. 
Abbott mentioned Australia or Australians 19 times and country 10 times before promising that on day one he would give the directions needed to begin Operation Sovereign Borders.
Yeah? Says who?

Oh it's top notch stuff, really spiffing, no doubt about it, sock pow, take that academic cosmocratic ponce, but the pond is more interested in why people like Cater go all rabid and frothing, and the answer requires you to see the original barking mad movie by the pond's favourite barking mad director, John Milius, who gave the world the first (1984) Red Dawn. (wiki it here).

In its day it was the ultimate "Yeah? Says who? Make my day. Get off my lawn" movie, much better than the 2012 re-make, which substituted the North Koreans working deviant miracles in a way that was too preposterous even for the black helicopter mob.

Never mind that Cater had to go back to 2002 for his fix, the black helicopter virus is virulent and potent, especially in its UN world government form, and not just amongst US militia movement types, and routinely the strain breaks out amongst the reptiles at the lizard Oz, and sometimes seeps out in to the wider Murdochian stable (Akker Dakker is particularly prone to infection).

Readers of the pond with no short term memory loss will recall that Janet "Dame Slap" Albrechtsen got on board "Lord" Monckton and the UN and climate change as a way of effecting world government. (you can pond it here).

Emails started arriving telling me about a speech given by Christopher Monckton, a former adviser to Margaret Thatcher, at Bethel University in St Paul, Minnesota, on October 14. Monckton talked about something that no one has talked about in the lead-up to Copenhagen: the text of the draft Copenhagen treaty. 
Even after Monckton’s speech, most of the media has duly ignored the substance of what he said. You don’t need me to find his St Paul address on YouTube. Interviewed on Monday morning by Alan Jones on Sydney radio station 2GB, Monckton warned that the aim of the Copenhagen draft treaty was to set up a transnational government on a scale the world has never before seen. Listening to the interview, my teenage daughters asked me whether this was true.
So I read the draft treaty. The word government appears on page 18. Monckton says: “This is the first time I’ve ever seen any transnational treaty referring to a new body to be set up under that treaty as a government. But it’s the powers that are going to be given to this entirely unelected government that are so frightening.” ...
Monckton became aware of the extraordinary powers to be vested in this new world government only when a friend of his found an obscure UN website and hacked his way through several layers of complications before coming across a document that isn’t even called the draft treaty. It’s called a “note by the secretariat”. The moment he saw it, he went public and said: “Look, this is an outrage ... they have kept the sheer scope of this treaty quiet.” 
Monckton says the aim of this new government is to have power to directly intervene in the financial, economic, tax and environmental affairs of all the nations that sign the Copenhagen treaty. 

And so on and on. Barking mad stuff delivered before Dame Slap slowly came to realise that Monckton was barking mad ... she's a little slow you know ...

Now the pond has to report with some disappointment that this was back in December 2009 and the progress towards the UN imposing a new world government has been painfully slow, and as a result the pond has fallen on hard times, since the plan to secure a sinecure hasn't come to pass.

Sadly Ambassador Lady Dorothy to the Universal Cosmocratic World Government, principality of Camperdown (affiliated with Hutt River) has failed to materialise...

But it does confirm the pond's conspiracy theory that they put something in the water coolers at News Corp to produce these outbreaks, which are very hard to contain, and sometimes infect vast swathes of Queensland ...

And if nothing else it's a great throw to consider yet another effort by the barking mad Dame Slap, who last week excelled herself by calling the current PM a psychopath, and who in previous weeks has shouted at innocent bystanders asking for directions, because Dame Slap knows that in reality they were planning to introduce a global village, perhaps hosted by that well-known internationalist conspiracist Silvio Rivier.

This week?

Yes already she's getting hysterical about possible future hysteria. Truth to tell, Dame Slap loves hysteria, wants hysteria, because it allows her to deliver an hysterical response.

Sadly the cold-water and reedy pond has a quibble right up the front, as Dame Slap follows the pond and takes to the movies for a metaphor in Get ready for Leftist hysteria if Abbott wins the election... 

There is a reason so many in Hollywood gravitate towards the political Left. Both groups trade in emotion rather than reason and prefer hyperbole over facts. 

This from someone who got into bed with "Lord" Monckton and nattered on about UN conspiracies? Is paranoia an emotion worth trading in? But do go on:

Hence, anyone who has seen the latest Hollywood blockbuster - Elysium - could be forgiven for thinking it was directed by Greens senator Sarah Hanson-Young with the screenplay by John Pilger and financed by GetUp! Adam Bandt or Scott Ludlam would surely have taken Matt Damon's place as the planet-saving protagonist for a fraction of Damon's exorbitant fee.

Exorbitant fee?

This is of course a classic greenie socialist response. Yep, Dame Slap is showing all the signs of being a pinko commie pervert, in much the same way as Cater exhibited the behaviour of a preening, third rate, bitchy academic.

Damon's fee is the purest expression of capitalism going the rounds, as simple and as pure as the system that turned Chairman Rupert into a billionaire.

He is a superior beagle, the original and some would say, a better beagle, than Ryan Gosling. Damon is one of the few actors who sells tickets, and his fee reflects his capacity to tithe the system. You don't like it, go live in North Korea, as Nick or Dame Slap might say ...

Of course the resentment, the bile, is actually a displacement, a way of having a go at Damon's politics ... and that's just a warm up for the usual dose of hysteria.

And once she hits her stride, Dame Slap embarks on an epic rant about refugees ...

Now the pond will leave that to those who love to band their head on words, but here's a taster, a trailer, to reassure you that it's full of the standard posturing ...

Hannie Rayson penned The Two Brothers, a play whose wicked main character is based on ex-immigration minister Philip Ruddock. As Keith Windschuttle recalled, in packed theatres in Sydney and Melbourne a mention on stage of Philip Adams scored a predictable cheer while a reference to Alan Jones earned a predictable groan. David Marr wrote tomes about the evil Howard era and filled ABC airwaves with claims that Australians "feared" refugees. Never mind that having a concern about people-smugglers dictating immigration policy has nothing to do with fearing refugees. Naturally, time-rich academics joined in the hatefest, writing about "xenophobic racism and class during the Howard years" where "the Howard government used racism to sustain its popularity".

Now what, I hear you ask, does Dame Slap have to say about Alan Jones and the Cronulla riots, or Gerard Henderson routinely abusing the Lebanese community, or sundry other outbursts of Hansonism amongst apparently mainstream Liberals, not least Philip Ruddock making an awesome mess of the Haneef matter ...

Why diddly-squat, zip, nada and nihil, or as we used to say in Tamworth, three fifths of fuck all ...

Anyhoo, in what surely is the most bizarre and precautionary campaign - before the election results are in - Dame Slap rants on in a way determined to defend John Howard, and never mind that once upon a time, she demanded that he step down from the leadership. Yes she did ...

Worse, at the very end comes a prediction that the left will indulge in acts of vandalism in the Abbott years and ...

Even more predictable is the left-wing hysteria and hypocrisy that will greet Abbott if he becomes prime minister.

Well the pond can't speak for everyone, but the pond is actually preparing for daily bouts of hysterical laughter.

It's the talk of hypocrisy which has already got the pond going ...

Abbott and his supporters doled out buckets of ditch the witch shit, and then Abbott had the cheek recently to diss Gillard. Yes he did, as you can read in 'Head-banging' Gillard sullied political standards, says Abbott ... (forced video at end of link).

It was all Gillard's fault that he stood under those signs, and opposed everything in sight with relentless gutter-trawling hostility and negativity.

Talk about breathless unimaginable hypocrisy.

And now he's pretending it's all peaches and cream, and now Dr. No is blathering on about restoring trust in government and civility in Parliament ... as if we've all been given a short term memory fix by the Men in Black ...

And Dame Slap talks of left-wing hypocrisy.

What do do? Why laugh in her face, and note that clearly she can believe anything, including conspiracies involving "Lord Monckton", the UN, climate change and world government ...

And laugh in Abbott's face ... for imagining he wipe from the slate and strike from the record his wretched, insulting behaviour over the three years of the minority government, which despite his best endeavours and yearning expectations, served out its term ...

Yes, every time Abbott and co fuck up - and fuck up they will and in abundance given its such a motley discordant mob, with Barners' agrarian socialism jostling up against the desiccated dries and Abbott presiding with a bizarre brand of B. A. Santamaria baby friendly catholic social welfare programs - the pond will have a field day ...

And the hapless wretches at News Corp will have to keep on drinking the kool aid and drumming up the hysteria that sustains their rage ... for what the pond has to confess, might be considered by some, exceptional and exorbitant fees ...