The slackbastard and FDB gangs REVEALED!

Posted on August 10, 2007 by @ndy

“The assorted attacks by outsiders [on] Australia First obviously are designed to be ‘picked up’ by opposing organizations. Indeed, as has been observed… the slackbastard and FDB gangs float the same lines and [the] two camps feed off each other. This suggests again that certain supposed ‘nationalists’ are not concerned if this is so.” ~ Dr. James Saleam, August 9, 2007, on Stormfront, responding to criticism following the expulsion of two members of AF

Biographical note :

Dr James Saleam (b.1955) specialises in the study of foreign languages, especially Saleamese: an amalgam of Arabic, English, and desperation. The exact origins of this strange tongue are unknown, but much speculated upon. Some experts believe that it may have been born in a Middle Eastern trading port in the late nineteenth century, and arrived in Australia by boat some few decades later. Others believe it to be Greek in origin. In any case, it’s here in Australia, and especially in the city of Sydney, that Saleamese continues to eke out an existence, largely as a result of the indefatigable Doktor and his small but dedicated band of followers; their efforts winning occasional notoriety but otherwise bemused indifference. The number of speakers of Saleamese, therefore, remains tiny, and occasional attempts to recruit other practitioners through stuffing letterboxes with junk mail has met with very limited success. A recent example of this activity (August 9) has been reported by the Sydney Morning Herald, following the distribution of a pamphlet in Sydney’s west, condemning the Somali language and various Sudanese dialects while simultaneously praising the virtues of Saleamese. “A lot of people are starting to do homemade pamphlets and associate themselves with us,” Dr Saleam is quoted as saying. Of course, whether or not this trend is reflected in increased enrolments at his language school in Tempe remains to be seen.

This is rock ‘n’ roll radio. Stay tuned for more rock ‘n’ roll.

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Happy Birthday…

Posted on August 9, 2007 by @ndy

…to me.

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Look at Germany in the early 1930s…

Posted on August 8, 2007 by @ndy

Look at Germany in the early 1930s. We tend to forget that it was the most advanced country in Europe, taking the lead in art, science, technology, literature and philosophy. Then, in no time at all, it suffered a complete reversal of fortune and became the most barbaric, murderous state in human history. All that was achieved by using fear: fear of the Bolsheviks, the Jews, the Americans, the Gypsies – everyone who, according to the Nazis, was threatening the core values of European culture and the direct descendants of Greek civilisation (as the philosopher Martin Heidegger wrote in 1935). However, most of the German media who inundated the population with these messages were using marketing techniques developed by US advertising agents.

The same method is always used to impose an ideology. Violence is not enough to dominate people: some other justification is required. When one person wields power over another – whether they are a dictator, a colonist, a bureaucrat, a spouse or a boss – they need an ideology justifying their action. And it is always the same: their domination is exerted for the good of the underdog. Those in power always present themselves as being altruistic, disinterested and generous.

In the 1930s the rules for Nazi propaganda involved using simple words and repeating them in association with emotions and phobia. When Hitler invaded the Sudetenland in 1938 he cited the noblest, most charitable motives: the need for a humanitarian intervention to prevent the ethnic cleansing of German speakers. Henceforward everyone would be living under Germany’s protective wing, with the support of the world’s most artistically and culturally advanced country.

When it comes to propaganda (though in a sense nothing has changed since the days of Athens) there have been some minor improvements. The instruments available now are much more refined, in particular – surprising as it may seem – in the countries with the greatest civil liberties, Britain and the US. The contemporary public relations industry was born there in the 1920s, an activity we may also refer to as opinion forming or propaganda.

Democracy’s invisible line, “The US writer Noam Chomsky talks about the mechanisms behind modern communication, an essential instrument of government in democratic countries – as important to our governments as propaganda is to a dictatorship”, By Noam Chomsky and Daniel Mermet, Le Monde diplomatique, Translated by Harry Forster, August 2007

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Cake scoffers, Totenköpfe and mateship: Fascism Down Under

Posted on August 8, 2007 by @ndy
    Because you can’t, you won’t and you don’t stop: further documenting the bright shining light that is the Australian far right.

Cake Scoffer Diane

Following the dismissal from the Australia First Party of Darrin Hodges (* of Media Watch) in NSW and then John Drew (* of Zoo) in Queensland, then the expulsion of Perth-based David Innes and his partner Lilith from Don Black’s Internet business Stormfront, comes the shocking news that the President of the Party — a country bumpkin from Shepparton in Victoria called Diane Teasdale (above, with perm and words of warning) — has expelled two more party organisers from Victoria. And let’s face it, if news of the purge of a handful of AF members isn’t big news, then I don’t know what is. Newsworthy or not, any real shock suggests fantastic naivete on the part of party leader Dr James Saleam‘s opponents, for whom imagining Jim as a kind of fascist version of the potty-mouthed priest from Melbourne — and themselves as trespassing skaters — may possibly help them better understand the role they play in the world of fascist micro-politics. And that is as props in another’s rather odd play — one in which the nominal head of AF acts as a messenger girl.

I pity the fools.

Pride, Strength, Honour (Totenköpfe & Swastikas)

178km closer to Melbourne, Bulldog Spirit continues to play with a confessed neo-Nazi named Joel proudly pounding out manly Aryan beats on the drum. Well, occasionally anyway. In the meantime, Joel’s former bandmate in local neo-Nazi band Deaths Head, a pinhead called Jesse, has been busy recording songs for a side-project called Kilgore. Previously, Joel drummed on Feast of the Jackals, a Deaths Head album released by now-defunct US-based neo-Nazi label Panzerfaust in 2003 — tho’ Jesse also helpfully notes in an interview that “We’ve got Joel (who drummed on Feast of the Jackals) sitting in when we record and we aren’t really up for live shows at the moment unfortunately.” (Note that Panzerfaust was closely associated with the international neo-Nazi bonehead network the Hammerskins.)

Deaths Head is, of course, responsible for such wholesome family entertainment as the songs ‘More Dead Niggers’ (Hang the Traitors demo, 1999) and ‘Swastika’ (Onslaught, Panzerfaust, 2001). The title track on the album for which Joel recorded drums suggests that he and the band aren’t altogether appreciative of the Jewish community’s contribution to multi-cultural Australia either:

    Will the white man waken to demons in their midst / Will the noose be tightened our bodies left to twist / Suspended from a gallows we fashioned for ourselves / Jackals sit and cackle over their ill-gotten wealth / Israelites amongst us are driven to the seas / Racialists must cut down the scavengers at feast

All good clean fun of course, and neo-Nazism is not something that the newest, highly conformist generation of Melbourne-based “working class” punks and skinheads will do anything about. Well, other than make excuses for — a task for which they seem exceedingly well suited.

Mateship

That was then:

Thanks Baron von Hund for [the] endless resource of information which you provided to me. The hospitality in your home to myself and Nichola. The opportunity you afforded to me on the radio show and the support and friendship over the last two years.

Thank you Lilith for a number of things. First and foremost for picking me out for a moderator[‘]s position and developing my skills on Stormfront. For the friendship and great time I had in Western Australia and for the hard work you put in on this board[;] it’s this hard work that has kept many of us members around.

It’s surprising to see you both leave. I hope to speak to you both soon sometime. If that’s not what you want, then I wish you both a very fond farewell and good luck. ~ AustralianEuro, June 26, 2007

But this is now, and all traces of David & Lilith have been obliterated from SF, in keeping with the scorched earth policy of the General Staff under the direction of jack_boot. At the time, however, joining in the chorus which sang their praises were nafe, Aussie_Nationalist, mithar, ladyfuro (and, presumably, her seven ferrets and one budgie), ferret, Nichola (“I am sure there will be many, many posts here on this thread as Baron and Lilith will be very sadly missed by Stormfront. Thank you to both of you for opening up your lives and your home to so many strangers (myself included) in the name of Nationalism. Your contributions and names will forever be linked to and valued by Nationalists here in Australia as well as overseas. To you and your family, I wish you all the best for a tranquil and fulfilling future”), WizardofAus, JohnJoyTree, The Croat, Dead_Raven, HVanDerMerwe, Sydney Patriot, Steelcap Boot, DrivenSno, Paladin89, dazzlingdazza, Ironman1, Scottatron, Standarten, Ned Kelly, FlemishOZ, AuSaxon, FrankW, sirino, Fridy1234 and ThunderHead. The Yanqui owners of Stormfront, however, have cracked the whip, and despite their propensity for terming John HoWARd a traitor, the boys and girls on Stormfront Down Under have responded well, yelping in agreement. With some foreign bloke. In gumboots.

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Dry

Posted on August 7, 2007 by @ndy

“A few favourites?

Slackbastard is a blog that a mate of mine does with a political/anarcho emphasis. It’s sometimes a bit dry but often amusing and thought provoking…”

    “Now let’s get you out of those wet clothes and into a dry martini, shall we?”
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I Googled for something completely different!

Posted on August 7, 2007 by @ndy

While soon-to-be-ex PM John HoWARd reckons the KKK is a bit of a laugh (PM plays down KKK soldiers, AAP, The Age, August 5, 2007), a New Zealand MP has drawn the world’s attention to one of the heretofore unappreciated aspects of the Nazi Holocaust:

MP feels the heat over Nazi camps comment
Angela Gregory
New Zealand Herald
August 4, 2007

National MP Maurice Williamson has angered New Zealand’s Jewish community by saying there were no fat people in concentration camps. Mr Williamson made the comment in an email to TV One’s Close Up after it broadcast an item on Wednesday night debating the merits of surgery as a tool for weight reduction for the morbidly obese. On Thursday, host Mark Sainsbury read out Mr Williamson’s email, which had been sent in as feedback. “If some people can’t lose weight no matter what … how come there were no fat people in the Nazi concentration camps?” it said.

…

When Sainsbury asked Mr Williamson on air if it was wise to use such an analogy, the MP replied: “Maybe it wasn’t”. But he said it was a good example of people getting a very low level of nutrients and working hard. “No one’s saying put them in a concentration camp but it is important to know that if you are working hard burning calories and not taking them into your mouth you won’t put on weight.” Mr Williamson yesterday apologised for his comments, which he said he now regretted…

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What’s the time Mr Wolf?

Posted on August 7, 2007 by @ndy

Tuesday, August 7
SBS
08:30pm
Cutting Edge: Secrets, Sources And Spin

“This film examines recent first amendment battles between the Bush Administration and the press in America. How much can the press reveal about secret government programs in the war on terror without jeopardizing national security? It explores today’s high-profile debates over the roll [sic] of the press, including clashes between journalists and the government over whether or not a reporter has the right to keep a source confidential. In the summer of 2003, the news media were [*cough*] raising questions of Saddam Hussein’s weapons regime [*cough*] just as news about the war grew more violent by the day. New critics emerged, and there were more questions over whether or not the Administration overstated the problem of WMD.”

The film is presumably either Part I or Part II of the Frontline series called News War, broadcast on US TV in February 2007. I caught a brief glimpse of the ad, and it appeared to feature Josh Wolf, the US journalist whose imprisonment for contempt for refusing to hand over to police video footage that he shot at a demonstration in San Francisco in January 2005 was completely ignored by Australian media until his final release in April of this year, when one article appeared in The Age. And, of course, at the same time that the liberal broadsheet was playing the new game from Victoria Police called ‘Spot the Person of Interest’.

In other news, Bangladeshi journalist Tasneem Khalil, who in May of this year was arrested and tortured by Bangladeshi police, has been forced to flee the country. The following is a letter, dated August 4, from his wife:

Dear All,

This is Shuchi, Tasneem’s wife. I mailed you after Tasneem’s arrest. Now I am mailing you to let you know that I am personally thankful to all of you as you circulated the news of his arrest as much as you could and helped your best to free him. As for some strategical and safety issues Tasneem is maintaining a level of silence for some time I am thanking all of you on his behalf.

It took all of us 22 hours to get him out of [Directorate General of Forces Intelligence — Bangladeshi ‘intelligence’] HQ. And we as a family will always remember what have all of you done for us. It was exactly 12:45 am 10th May midnight and from that point on the whole thing started. Tasneem had been working on a project with Human Rights Watch that month with two other researchers. One was out of Dhaka and another came to my rescue from my flat where I was all alone with my six month old son then. I started calling people and tried to spread the word as much as possible. All I knew I can’t let this go this way. I knew Tasneem had friends who would fight for him. And I mailed you. I mailed using his Gmail account as I knew the pass but after a few hours I saw I couldn’t log in. Later I came to know from Tasneem he had to surrender his email passwords. To some of you I could reply earlier and to some of you I couldn’t. I am sorry for this. I should have thanked all of you earlier.

After getting out of detention we were in hiding for a month, always changing places and by this time Human Rights Watch was negotiating with the authorities for his passport. After long negotiations we flew out of Bangladesh for safety abroad. And trust me it was not easy. I dunno how many of you can think of life as running away with a six month old kid and no money.

I was deeply hurt to see some false news against Tasneem using and fabricating his emails and statements given while being tortured. I was always his partner in everything he did and never I saw him in anti-Bangladesh activities. I was also surprised to see that DGFI is basically trying to defocus the whole issue by using these fabricated news and tr[ying] to create confusion between the huge circle of friends Tasneem has. They chose a few people’s name whom and whose family members are deeply respected by me and Tasneem and have always supported us, and planted provocative news around media saying things which was never there. Although I was concerned at some point that as we weren’t in any position to speak and defend ourselves, we would be misunderstood. But thanks to all of you, you are the people who knew the difference between truth and false.

I would always be grateful to Human Rights Watch, CNN, Bloggers in Bangladesh and International platforms, Drishtipat, Somewhere in Blog, Newspapers around the world and everyone who received my call at odd hours and tolerated my screams and shouts.

Anyways I just wanted to thank everyone and with the promise that this effort you have put after Tasneem will not be wasted. Although we are still homeless, lost our country, this very incident has made Tasneem more stronger and with all your best wishes we will survive definitely. I hope Tasneem will surface very soon with the truths he needs to say and to clear away any confusion created.

Keep us in your prayers.

Shuchi.

See also : HRW Open Letter to Fakhruddin Ahmed (August 1, 2007) | In addition to critical reporting, Tasneem also helped to produce the HRW report Judge, Jury, and Executioner: Torture and Extrajudicial Killings by Bangladesh’s Elite Security Force (December 2006) | Battle for S Asia flood victims (BBC, August 6)

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Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those f@#$ing c%^&s who trespass against us

Posted on August 4, 2007 by @ndy

‘We all make mistakes. It’s time to forgive’ reckons literati Peter Craven (The Age, August 3).

The fucking fool.

Brendan Shanahan, on the other hand, wants to ‘Thank heaven for mad priests’ (NEWS.com.au, August 3).

Arsehole.

In the meantime, the man in the hot seat, the Very Reverend Monsignor Geoff Baron, has left Melbourne for Sydney, where Carly Crawford caught up with him. In her article, ‘Melbourne’s swearing priest speaks out’ (August 4), Geoff claims that he and other staff at St Patrick’s have been the subjects of a four-year long campaign of harassment by a mob of local skaters, of which the YouTube video captured only a much later — tho’ admittedly unfortunate — outburst. Speaking on behalf of the Melbourne archdiocese, Vicar-General Monsignor Les Tomlinson claims skaters have caused $32,000 damage to Church property (presumably over roughly the same period). In essence then, the Church argues that it’s important to place the padre’s sermon in context, and that context is a priest at the end of his tether.

Like, for the third time…

The sympathies of most commentators seems to rely, ultimately, on their ability to identify with one or other of the parties captured on video: aged priest or teenaged skateboarder. This propensity, in turn, seems to depend on factors such as age, degree of religiosity, and the sense of being either ‘for’ or ‘against’ the earthly authority embodied in such figures as the potty-mouthed priest. Many of the more excitable of his supporters, such as those to be found on Stormfront, remind me of a couple of poems by the Bard of Salford, John Cooper Clarke.

And here they are.

    Bunch of Twigs

    in the isle of man there are no louts
    they’re all down the dungeons dishing it out
    think them tough but tender
    with a bunch of twigs
    and a young offender

    old men with purple necks
    who tell you sport is better than sex
    rejuvenate an old pudenda
    with a bunch of twigs and a young offender

    sweet little fifteen on a summer hike
    vandal maimed, vandal spite
    vandals sent to up above
    a punishment meted out with love

    The Isle of Man

    ex-RSMs with purple necks
    a nose for trouble and kinky sex
    rejuvenate an old pudenda
    with a bunch of sticks
    and a young offender

    where are the weirdos, thugs, and louts
    down in the dungeons dishing it out
    their politics would recommend
    a bunch of sticks and a young offender

    authority its use perverts
    submission to it always hurts
    the cops and the church and the house of keys
    bring back the birch for bums like these

See also : Potty-mouthed priest is a global media * | But wait! There’s f@#$ing more!

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Hurrah!

Posted on August 4, 2007 by @ndy

Good news comrades!

COLLINGWOOD 18.12 (120) def. Carlton 14.12 (96).

“Collingwood were coming off a 93-point thrashing from Brisbane last week and were forced to make three late changes today. Shane O’Bree, Shane Wakelin and Guy Richards went out of the side for Rhyce Shaw, Paul Medhurst and Shannon Cox.” ~ Magpies storm home over Blues, AAP, The Age | Pies shake Carlton with late goal rush, Antony Mithen, SportsAustralia.com

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Slammy: Presente!

Posted on August 3, 2007 by @ndy

Slammy ascended to Valhalla on July 30, 2007 from his family home in Whakatane, Aotearoa / New Zealand.

It’s with great sadness that FDB says farewell to William “Slammy” Edwardson, known as Harry 20 on FDB. Slammy was involved with FDB from its inception, and died on Monday July 30 from pancreatic cancer, aged 41. It’s no exaggeration to say that Slammy was known and loved by many; his farewell “Ascension to Valhalla” gig, held a couple of weeks before his death, was attended by over 300, even though advertising was primarily by word-of-mouth. His tangi was held at the marae of his whanau in Whakatane, and he was buried in the marae urupa. Slammy was descended from one of the earliest marriages between Maori and Pakeha, his great-great grandmother was from Whakatane, and his great-great grandfather was from Norway.

Slammy had been a stalwart of the punk scene for the last 25 years, sporting at times the hugest of mohawks and cone spike hairdos. His involvement in punk rock led to a few run-ins with boneheads. In recent years he became involved in campaigning against the National Front, which in turn led one NFer to issue a threat to kill him. In true Slammy style his reply was to give the guy his home address and request he try to carry out his threat. He never did.

Arohanui from us at FDB to the Edwardson whanau; it’s been an honour for us to have known your son/brother/uncle/nephew.

I first got into punk back around ’82. I’d watch Radio with Pictures [1977–1986] on Sunday nights (Barry Jenkins, later on Karen Hay then Dick Driver) and they’d play hard out shit like Venom and Kreator as well as The Clash, The Sex Pistols, The Damned, Siouxsie and the Banshees, No Tag, Unrestful Movements, Flesh D-Vice etc..

The way I got into punk was when one day we were walking back from soccer and one of the lads said “hey, what shall we get into?” Someone suggested reggae but at the time the only people really into reggae were stoners, gang members and Rastarfarians (strangely enough…). Then someone else suggested punk rock… They looked at me and I said… “yeah, sounds good to me…” and that was that. The other guys didn’t really last long at it. After a year or so they turned to the Alt/Nightclub scene, but once I’d said that I’d be a punk, that was it for me. A couple of the guys ended up in the Hallelujah Picassos.

Being a punker in Whakatane in the early ’80s meant being able to run fast (‘cos a lot of people hated you and wanted your leather jacket), being snobbed by your relations and the usual hassles from the cops/gang members. I was into Crass, Disorder, The Exploited (we spraypainted a huge ass ‘EXPLOITED’ on the Whakatane Baths wall! It must of been like 20′ long… hehehe), Undead (the Brit punk band), Dead Kennedys, The Violators, Abrasive Wheels, PTTB, Varukers, One Way System, Blitz, 4-Skins, Infa-Riot, Vice Squad and my fave, Action Pact. The local record store (music was on vinyl in them days… LOL) was damn good at getting punk stuff in. I’d hit them every dole day and then I scored a job which boosted my vinyl collection and sustained my pot stash. I’d get fucked up stoned and lay on the floor with the speakers up to my ears singing my heart out to Brit punk, oi! and the Dead Kennedys! They also had a video copy of The Decline of Western Civilisation which is a must see for anyone wanting to see American hardcore back in the day. Henry had just joined Black Flag…

My first mohawk was cut for me by the Black Power/Mangukaha (willingly! a few of my relations were members…). My mom had threatened me with banishment but that urged me on even more! She turned up just after I had it done and I just smiled at her… she didn’t banish me… meh…

The first punk band I saw was The Plastic Pegs (AK) who played at the Ohope community hall (now gone). I was fucked up on straight vodka (ahhh… vodka…) when the pigs showed up and closed the show down but not until the band thrashed out A.C.A.B.! Then they made people tip out their alc… bastards! I then went home, munched out, and threw up on my records… tho’ I didn’t realise it ’til the morning…

Back then there was a magazine called Punk Lives! I’d buy two issues every month, one for posters and one to stash. That was a major impetus for me to journey to Tauranga and Rotorua to hit record shops for punk releases. We’d collect anything that was punk. Any mag that had any reference to punk, we scored it if we could. Safety pins, chains, studs, badges adorned my black clothing or bleached Levis, red braces and army jacket. Combat boots or Doc Martens were the footwear of choice. ‘tho I did have a pair of snazzy black and white checkered sneakers for skanking into The Specials, The Beat, Selecter…

I went back to school one day to drop off my books with a mate of mine. We noticed a few of the bros checking us out so we started to leave. By the time we got to the school gates, there were like 20 bros telling us ‘punk sucked’ and they were gonna ‘kick our punk heads in’! I yelled out “Fuck you, you black cunts!” (Hey, they started it…) then me and my buddy ran… hotly pursued by several of my relatives… Fuck them… Rude bastards!

A few [Hawkes Bay] skins were around then. I got on it with them a few times and they seemed like good guys. Years later, in Auckland, I found out what a buncha shits they were…

Mainly, I’d go to work (I had to wear a hat at work in case my mohawk caused the old folks to have a heart attack… grrr), go home, get stoned, listen to music. On the weekends I’d hang around with my mate who was into ska or my punk bro (punk bro had a g/f tho’ so he was usually with her…). Sometimes we would go to metal head parties and listen to AC/DC while the bogans called us ‘brush-heads’. Then we’d go to the local church and pig out on Milo and toasties, the price of which is that they would try to convert you… (didn’t fuckin’ work tho’! Hah!).

Out of town Black Power from Ruatoki would pull up to us and tell us to “Come here punk scum” and we’d run so fast! They tried to run me over once so I wasn’t gonna have anything to do with them. I did have school buddies in the Junior Blacks so they would help us out with the bogans/bros/anyone if they were around, so it was pretty safe between our ability to sprint and them. It wasn’t too bad apart from being called punk weirdo, cop hassles, running exercises and surfer scum…

Lots more on PunkAs, ‘New Zealand punk ska and hardcore forum’.

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