Tuesday, 30 March 2010
Apologies if you have seen this before, it's not an entirely fresh story but there have been strange goings on at Zurich zoo. The zebra above stuck its head into the hippo's mouth (this is not advisable - hippos can be notoriously grumpy and you really wouldn't want your head between the hippo's jaws) but the hippo just keopt its mouth open and let the zebra get on with it. Don't ask me why - I'm not an animal behaviourist - but the zebra was cleaning the hippo's teeth. Very thoughtful of it too. Hat Tip to the Dental Maven - who takes a professional interest in these matters.
Here is another song I have already posted but in a different version. I posted a live version of Drive All Night a while ago but here is the studio version complete with a rather fine clip of night driving. From the comments on Youtube the clip puzzled American viewers with the traffic being on the 'wrong' side of the road.
One concluded it was Australia because Britain surely couldn't have so many big rigs. Oh yes we can. It's the M1, Britain's first motorway. Oh and the song is just a great love song, complete with Clarence Clemons doing wonderful things to a saxophone - as is his habit - half way through or thereabouts.
Oh - and Easter is a time for giving flowers, so here is White Rabbit's gift to his readers via Banksy. Oh, and for some Easter reading here, from the Huffington Post via Mahal, is a list of the 11 most surprising banned books - I wonder what on earth it said in that dictionary!
Sunday, 28 March 2010
Inevitably, he uses surrealist images such as this one of an ATM attacking a girl...
And one of his finest moments was working into the Louvre with his copy of the Mona Lisa, subverted by a smiley face. He hung it up. Unsurprisingly, it was rapidly removed. 'To actually ... go through the process of having a painting selected must be quite boring. It's a lot more fun to go and put your own one up'. I can relate to that.
In fact he seems very fond of Mona Lisa; she keeps recurring as a theme.
In another of his finest moments - well quite extend period of time - he went to the West Bank and set about subverting the apartheid wall (West Banksy the episode was called). He met with a distinctly mixed reaction. The Israeli Occupation Forces threatened him verbally and pointed their guns at him on a number of occasions and an old Palestinian told him after telling him that he had made the wall beautiful 'We don't want it (the wall) to be beautiful, we hate this wall. Go home.'
I do like this one from Bethlehem of the young girl frisking the soldier.
I think what I like about Banksy - well apart from his glorious subversion of all sorts of things is his English eccentricity plus his uncommercial approach to his work. It's not that he hasn't made any money out of his art. He has. However he could have made a vast amount more if he had taken a hard nosed commecial approach. He didn't and kudos to him. I will leave the last words to him.
Well maybe not quite the last words. Two good things happened today. Firstly, John Hirst aka jailhouselawyer has got engaged. Congratulations! Secondly,
Lawminx is back blogging after all sort of health problems. Welcome back your minxitude! You've been sorely missed!
Saturday, 27 March 2010
A strange girl called Sarah gives you the chills. Hmmm ... Here is some more sensible stuff on American attitudes and beliefs relating to President Antichrist - sorry Obama. A further good news story from Texas shows why all is well on the healthcare front thus obviating the need for any intervention by President Antichrist and his pals. Double Hat Tip to Mahal. All is also well in Britain...
The fine looking fellow above is named Bob Bailey and is a Barking (sic) BNP Councillor and in a spot of poo. Our man attended a Barking council planning meeting where a Nigerian church was applying for plannning permission to convert an office building to a church. Councillor Bailey was off on one...
He said he had visited the premises and told the planning committee meeting 'these people eat off the ground'. He added 'we don't want the amount of black children'. Our hero may be suspended from the council. It turns out that he has a bit of form - literally as it happens. Mr Barking was stopped when driving without lights and refused a breathalyser procedure on the grounds that the police who bothered him thus were part of a politically inspired conspiracy acting upon 'a higher order...'. He elaborated 'it adds to my belief it is a conspiracy against me, my party and the indigenous people of this country'. Notwithstanding this helpful explanation, Bailey was convicted. A court appointed doctor said that Bailey suffered from a 'possible personality disorder'.
A BNP member with a personality disorder? Who would have thought such a thing?
For further sensible stuff - and with yet another hat Tip to Mahal - here is more news on the asbo (antisocial behaviopur order) front concerning a Mrs Cartwright who is in trouble for allegedly breaking her asbo prohibiting her from having noisy sex only two days after it was imposed. A fine looking woman she is, I'm sure you'll all agree.
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Today is the first anniversary of me stopping smoking. The circumstances were odd, as was explained here. I haven't touched a cigarette since, or at the risk of tempting fate, wanted to. I've just put on two stones instead. I say that - I've being trying to lose some of the additional weight and a few of the extra pounds have been shedded - helped by lots of gym work. I can now be insured as a non-smoker too. Cartoon below nicked from Earl's quiz...
Saturday, 20 March 2010
With Hat Tip to Mahal and a question as to what on earth he was looking for when he found this, I have to report further American paranoia about - erm - uncovered bits. This time it is not nude snow sculptures causing the trouble but animal's - ahem - anuses (should that be 'ani'?) One person's paranoia is another's commercial opportunity and into the breach steps Rear Gear and a tasteful selection of - erm butt plugs (sic).
'Is your pet feeling left in the dirt because of his/her unsightly rear? I’ve got them covered...' writes Ms Rear Gear reassuringly.
Which is nice.
'Rear Gear comes in many designs including a disco ball, air freshener, heart, flower, biohazard, smiley face, number one ribbon, cupcake, sheriff's badge, dice, and you can even make yours custom, so there’s a Rear Gear for everyone'
The item on display above has sold out. Why am I not surprised? Do you have to train your dog/cat/pet armadillo to lift up the flap when he/she needs to...
Oh never mind.
I suspect the young lady's tongue is firmly in her cheek. I wonder about some of her purchasers, though. Here is another animal pic - this time from Cute Overload via Android . Reminiscent of the infamous Crasher Squirrel.
Thursday, 18 March 2010
I was amused when passing by I forget quite where on my way to Ludlow to see a sign to 'The Land of Lost Content'. What exactly that was remains obscure but is a reference to A.E. Houseman's A Shropshire Lad.
Into my heart on air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
The clever thing was that he had the children played by adult actors, including a young Helen Mirren. See if you can spot her (okay, it's not that hard).
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Sunday, 14 March 2010
and he wants it to go viral. So I'm playing my part. Pass it on...
Plus something for the weekend. The first posting ever ever on WR was about Ruben and Cerise. Evidently the Dead only did the song live four times. Here is one of the four. Visually it is pretty dire but the music is good enough to be soundboard stuff.
Saturday, 13 March 2010
Writing about all those fascists depressed the rabbit temporarily. Time for the antidote. Here we have the Dead with Scarlet Begonias.
All together now...
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves,
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes,
Had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by
Quite so. The rabbit also managed to secure a hugely discounted Barcelona shirt today. Homage to Catalonia.
With apologies to those out of these loops this posting involves (a) law (b) politics and (c) British stuff. I will try and explain. The fat oily slug with the striped tie above is Nick Griffin. He is leader of the British National Party, and as is usual with persons of such predelictions, a very poor advert for the white race he is so attached to.
The British National Party (BNP) was founded in its present (second) incarnation in 1982. At first, it was clear to a moron in a hurry that it was a neo-nazi party because it said so. In 1999 the fat oily slug became Fuehrer - I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me - Leader. There is a long version and a short version of what then happened. Let's go for the short version. Griffin is at least fly enough to realise that holcaust denying, Hitler loving, obsessively anti-semitic overt racism is box office poison. He therefore set about sanitising the image of the BNP for official purposes - and in particular electoral purposes. The limited but not insignificant gains in local, Londonwide and European elections shows that to an extent this strategy has worked. The exercise is of course purely cosmetic and the nasty stuff bursts out fairly regularly. Griffin himself carries a lot of holocaust denying, KKK loving baggage. He is standing against Labour MP Margaret Hodge in Barking in the upcoming election. He is expected to do very well in a drab, angry east London outpost, helped by the fact that Margaret Hodge exemplifies everything that is dreadful about New Labour. As an Islington residing multimillionaress she is an easy target. There is a serious point here, the characterisation of New Labour as a bunch of metropolitan snobs is pretty on the money and their ignorance as to the circumstances of life for the white working class and their mystification at its resentments is palpable. they really don't get it. Griffin gets it, though. Therein lies the danger. But I digress...
Enter the Equality and Human Rights Commission. It issued county court proceedings against the BNP in respect of its constitution and membership criteria in September. These - readers will be amazed to discover - restricted membership to those within what the BNP regards as particular “ethnic groups” and those whose skin colour is white.
Equality and Human Rights Commission won. The BNP amended its constitution in a way described by Judge Collins QC as - erm - 'cosmetic' when the case came back to court last Thursday. Even with the overtly 'whites only' clauses in the constitution removed, two clauses in the amended constitution were still held to be indirect discrimination. Membership of the BNP was frozen by the judge until these matters were - erm - resolved.
I headed this posting 'I really don't get it'. What is the point of this exercise by the Equality and Human Rights Commission? Now either one of two things will happen. Either the BNP will jump through an additional hoop for the sake of avoiding further trouble. If they do this to the satisfaction of the Equality and Human Rights Commission and/or judge, does this mean that in reality they are any different? Of course not - they will still be a racist and fascist party with a thin - if not to say transparent - veneer of pretended respectability. Or otherwise they refuse to comply and are made pseudo-martyrs. I repeat - what is the point of this exercise - on either outcome?
None whatsoever so far as I can see. Well the exercise has cost the BNP £100,00 in costs, which is pretty funny, but apart from that...
Perhaps if the Equality and Human Rights Commission fancy further pursuit of this hobby horse, they may care to take a look at the British People's Party , a body of overt neo-nazis who consider the BNP insufficiently nuts. Their website, quite apart from doing a tasteful line in merchandising featuring an Adolf Hitler Bust, not to mention a jolly SS Death's Head for a mere £4, has an overtly 'whites only' membership policy. 'I declare that I am of European descent...' seems pretty clear enough. The Equality and Human Rights Commission could get after them but what would be the point? Even if they jumped through the requisite hoops (I doubt they would - they would love it and would just stick two fingers up - all the way to jail I daresay) what would have changed in reality?
Fascism should be resisted. I still adhere to the now seen as old fashioned 'no platform' position. I would not debate with the BNP, share a platform with them or do anything that would give them legitimacy or normality as a political body (and yes I know they are a legal party - well sort of - before anyone says so) but this is not the way to do it. It is legalistic. prissy and totally misses the point.
Below is footage from Lewisham - 13th August 1977 - showing how to deal with that sort of person. The young rabbit was there.
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Hat Tip to Android. I like the caption that appears at the beginning saying 'dramatization' (sic) in case some total dummies imagine they are watching a documentary. Mind you, given the audience for daytime TV... Inevitably enough, this ad has a series of links to other dreadful ads. Top this one for - erm - Butt Drugs. Naturally enough with free parking at the rear. Nuff said.
Here is the original. At least with bottom half covered up you will notice. The whole story reminds me of an early White Rabbit posting concerning another Venus, in that case by Cranach the Elder, not Ms Gonzales of New Jersey. Hat Tip to Mahal for drawing my attention to strange goings on in New Jersey.
Friday, 5 March 2010
After that barrage of bad taste, here is another Vladimir Kush image to soothe the furrowed brow. It is called Ripples on the Ocean.
Plus, having covered - as it were - a large collection of dreadful album covers, here is one of the great album covers of all time. Robert Crumb's artwork for Big Brother and the Holding Company and Cheap Thrills. Complete with Janis Joplin truly belting it out on Combination of the Two.
And as a bonus 'cos it's the weekend and 'cos it's quality here is Janis with Piece of My Heart
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Now Belgium bites back (see above). Serves the little scrote right.
Monday, 1 March 2010
Goodbye you skinny bastard.
I read in one of the weekend papers that after a decade of boom and the Celtic Tiger, with the Irish economy in dire straits, Irish emigration has begun again bigtime, The Pogues and Thousands are Sailing came to mind. Here it is.
For good measure, here are the Pogues with Dirty Old Town. I saw them live way back in the early 90s. It was fun.