Muzzies Again
Headline: “Hanukkah Security Ramped Up Across West After Sydney Terror Attack Shocks World“
Lot of media hatred against Jews lately – someone’s up to something … but regardless, it’s time to get serious about the Muslim hordes – serious in a way that judicious heavy metal injections are becoming necessary – but why not the same outcry when it’s Christians attacked? Do I see the same concern about Christmas markets and events being attacked or shut down?
I find it telling these “refugees” don’t head to – or are wanted by – other Muslim countries.
For a long time, I thought the US and USSR should join together, put a blockade around the Middle East, and tell those two sides to go at it. Let’s see who comes out when it’s over.
A short tale. I was in college (again) when the Shah was over thrown. There were a fair number of Iranian students there of both flavors. One of them – pro-Shah – was talking to me and told me how much he hated this country and being here. I asked why he didn’t go back – he told me he’d be killed if he did. I suggested maybe he shouldn’t hate the people that essentially were saving his life. He didn’t like that suggestion and left the conversation.
Iranians – Persians – are Caucasian. Is it racist to dislike and distrust them? Had to work with several, never met a trustworthy one.
“….maybe he shouldn’t hate the people that essentially were saving his BACON.”
There, FIFY.
Your bottom pik inspired me.
Is it possible to make a sando with TOO MUCH bacon on it?
You have to have at least a leaf of Iceberg and a thin tomato slice for that to qualify as a BLT; just sayin’.
This story goes back to the days of Covid when most of my trips took me to Sydney.
Anyhoo, the Aussies went nuts over Covid, and they were very, very wary of anyone entering their country. For we aircrews flying in from abroad, they kept us locked into our hotel rooms for the 24 hour-ish period that we’d be there. One of the immediate questions became: How and what do you eat?
The answer at one of the hotels that we stayed at was: Room Service. They alloted you a stipend….if memory serves, it was $50 Australian…and they’d cover whatever you ordered and deliver it to you to your door.
One of the items on their menu was called the “Australian Breakfast”. It was a very large selection of pretty much anything you might want from a very well provided buffet breakfast. Eggs, bacon, sausage, breads, sweet breads, fruits, yogurts, anything you might want.
Under normal circumstances, you’d get a large breakfast selection. But because the hotels during the covid-times had very little occupancy, they completely over-fed us on these orders. Imagine receiving a breakfast with the equivalent of 5 scrambled eggs, four slices of bacon, four links of sausage, 2 slices of toast, an english muffin plus the required jams, three danish and/or muffins, a large serving of fruit, etc. It was waaaay too much food.
Anyway, we used to joke at just how large our breakfasts were…pretty much your entire food needs in one meal.
On one trip, a colleague decided that he didn’t want all that food in the Australian Breakfast. He had brought some oatmeal with him, and he was going to make his serving of oatmeal with water heated in his coffee maker. But he also wanted some protein to go along with it. So, he called down to Room Service and ordered a side order of bacon.
When it was delivered, they had plated for him 12 slices of bacon. I’ve looked at our normal packages of bacon that we get from Costco, and they are typically 12, maybe 13 slices. When we cook it, that’ll be enough for our household for maybe 3 breakfasts. But 12 slices is a lot of bacon for one guy for one meal.
Years back we took the children to Down Under. The young daughter was quite taken with the cute fuzzy wombats, a stuffed wombat was her prize souvenir of the trip. We were just on the East Coast of Oz, Sydney and the Blue Mountains. Even then I could tell that they were being infected with the Canadian disease: holier than thou leftists, looking down upon us crass and insensitive ugly Americans. The Kiwis weren’t as far along, they still seemed friendly and glad to have us visit. But they both went full-on leftist crazy during the Kung Flu years. And it doesn’t look like they will ever come back. People back then talked about the emerging Anglosphere, but that’s in ruins now.
The United States of America stands alone. We’re the only country in the world that secures the right of arms for the people. Every other country, the rulers despise and fear the people, and would see them dead. When I was younger and sometimes single, traveling the world, I could see myself moving to some of those places, meeting a nice woman, settling down. Not anymore. The world is drowning in an orgy of tyranny, of elites ruling the plebs. I’ve lost all desire for international travel. We are the only free country left on Earth, and here I will remain.
Pre-covid (and am I the only one who hates having to reference ourselves to that?) I had a trip to Sydney on a December 30. You might not connect that New Years Eve is a big deal in Sydney, but it is every bit as big, if not bigger, as NYE is in NYC. If you were to stand on the Date Line and look to the West, Sydney would be the first major city of a new day. And so, Sydney becomes the globe’s first city to celebrate New Year.
So anyway, the city was kinda full with tourists in the day before the big party.
Three of our four pilots all headed out for dinner. The thing about these Sydney trips was that you arrived at around 8:30am local which typically put you into your hotel room by around 9:15-9:30. This made for the end of a long day, which meant that bedtime that evening had to be early. This is all a long way of saying that dinner had to be early too.
We would often stop off somewhere for the fellas to get a barley-pop and me, a ginger ale (I didn’t drink while on trips) before dinner. One of our favorite places was the rooftop bar at the Glenmore Hotel. You can see here why we liked the place. That’s the Sydney Opera House in the background.
Anyway, as I said, we arrived early, which meant that we had our choice of seating. In the picture linked above, we sat right where that left-most table was, except because they were expecting NYE crowds, they had replaced the tables with taller High Boy tables and no chairs.
So we were standing there enjoying our drinks and the view and it got pretty crowded not long thereafter. A trio of very nice ladies pushed up next to our table to themselves enjoy the view. They heard our accents and soon thereafter began conversation with us…”What brings you to Sydney?”, “Where in America are you from?”, etc. They were each there with their husbands/boyfriends who were holding down a table behind us, so this was all just conversation….no flirting at all.
One of the ladies said that she could never visit America because we had way too many guns and gun deaths. She was completely convinced that our streets and schools were dripping with blood. I pulled out all the facts with her. Told her that something like 60% ± 5% of American gun deaths were suicides, and asked if we were then having a mental health problem or a gun problem. I said that our urban poor have lives of terrible educations and little job opportunities and end up dealing drugs, from which very many do not survive. I mentioned that an Aussie-style confiscation was physically impossible, that conservative estimates have Americans owning more than 1 gun per person.
She was completely impervious to any of this, and I decided to break out my line of argument that I use when I’m up against a brick wall.
I asked her to ask me how many guns I had.
My answer (which I always use): “I’m not really sure. Moreover, I can’t tell you how many thousand rounds of ammunition I have stored in my house.”
Of course, I do know how many guns I have, roughly. As I sit here and write, I can say it is somewhere between 25 and 50. But if you wanted me to give you a precise number, I’d have to open up the safe and lay them out somewhere to count them up. I’ve got my “daily drivers”, which I can of course name, but in the back of the safe, I’ve got others–some that I’ve bought, others that I’ve inherited–that haven’t seen the light of day in years.
The Aussies are a lovely people, and I can look and listen to Nicole Kidman all day. But, they are very much left-wing, and on the topic of guns, they cannot see reason. I wish them well with their problems with their Muslim immigrants, but I am not optimistic for them.
English version is a Bacon Butty. Thick slices of buttered farmhouse bread, generous quantity of crispy bacon and an absolute must- HP or Worchestershire sauce. No mayo or lettuce.
A delicious stodgy English breakfast bacon sandywich ….yum.
My state university had quite a few Iranians. There was a long walkway next to the Student Union where everybody would set up shop and advocate for their pet causes. There was always a group of dour folks, always bearded men, with a large picture of the Ayatollah. It didn’t look like they wanted to talk rationally. I don’t believe there was ever a group of the Shah’s supporters that I can remember, and if there were, at least they never came to blows with their political adversaries. You never know, perhaps these dour folks were commies, and when they went back to Iran after their American college education they were executed. That’s what happens in these kinds of revolutions, the tear-it-down and start from Day Zero folks ally with others of a similar persuasion but coming at it from a different starting point. And only the most ruthless survive. After all, if you’ve just won yourself a country, why would you trust those other guys who betrayed their country also.
Over the years, I’ve worked with quite a few Persians. They have all been smart and good-natured, polite and hard working, and a pleasure to work with. Some still had family back in Iran, and able to visit them from time to time. Some could never go back. They were all of the got out while they still could before the Revolution and the Iraq-Iran war chewed up the populace. I only talked superficially about their journey from there to there. I don’t do politics at work, engineering is hard enough and we need everyone to cooperate and get the work done, and politics at work is deathly poison to our success. Leave that old-world shite at the border, we’re Americans.
Our big metropolis has large collections of every kind of nationality. So far, everybody seems to get along and leave each other in peace. It’s National Brotherhood Week pretty much all year here, except for … well, you know.
I don’t know what to say. We have had a good long run where we cast off and kept at bay all the old world enmities. And then we let down our guard and let in folks who don’t want to cleave to the promise of the United States. We are being taken advantage of, we’re the suckers of a high-trust society. What’s coming will not be pretty.
I am baffled why democrats what to let people in that would kil them. Nobody can tell me this nation is better of with Samolis.
The Persians have marvellous, sophisticated cuisine, exquisite and profound poetry and beautiful artwork. The magnificent silk and wool rugs they produced are highly prized. That has got to count for something. They are Aryans, in the original sense of the word, not the modern pejorative sense. I have found them to be charming, elegant and clever although the men can seem dark and moody. After 50 years of mullahs one can perhaps understand why they may be brooding and conspiratorial.
I don’t entirely disagree (though Mrs DT comes from Ottoman stock; I have a house full of Turkish rugs) but they should be neighbors who visit each other every once in a while, not roommates.