Speculation about Manchester Killer’s Motivation.

In a piece from Mailonline, a doctor asks ‘if marijuana is a factor in jihadi murders as he says the liberal elite who push for looser drug laws should be shamed.’

Although the doctor who wrote the piece might actually have a point about cannabis, that he won’t ask if the doctrines of Islam might have been the killer’s motivation shows a lack of balance. Some of the questons this doctor asks are actually shocking. He starts like this:

What was going through Salman Abedi’s mind when he made that journey to Manchester Arena on Monday night? How does someone do something so unspeakably evil as to slaughter and grievously injure innocent young children in this way?
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The Non Miracle

I have had the experience of watching two children born, and while the experience is interesting, to have it twice is probably twice as many times as a fellow should have it. I mean to say – and this has been said many times before – there really isn’t much for the man to do, and the event seems best left in the hands of the womenfolk.

What was certainly agreeable about the two births I’ve witnessed was that they took place in the delivery rooms on the maternity wards of hospitals. This is where the next generation should be born. Not being a cretin, I don’t consider conception, gestation – and certainly not the birth itself – as ‘miracles’ or any sort of spiritual occurrence. I confess to being irritated by those who do. Continue reading

We’ve Lost.

 

I detest political correctness.  I think it’s the enemy.  I mean there are many enemies, but they all come together under one rubric, which is one person is trying to tell another person how to think.

  • Norman Mailer
Mr Utley has commented on the wooden delivery of Mrs May’s response to the Manchester mass-murder. As it happens, I agree with his analysis, but I think it misses the point. To consider her style of delivery is to choose not to consider the content – and it’s the content that matters. Probably this point is self-evident, but when we consider surface-matters we can easily be distracted from what’s important.

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Heartily Sick

There will be plenty mentioned about the mass murder in Manchester yet another Islamist lunatic licenced himself to carry out. I’ll leave it to others to state, yet again, that ideas such as Jihad and martydom usually lead to mass murder and that believing after they are dead they will continue to be alive is the reason these twisted people kill themselves.

What I’m heartily sick of is the utter banality of the responses from our political ‘leaders’. I don’t need them to ‘explain’ the causes of the Manchester outrage (or any of the other outrages). I know well enough what the cause is. But what is going on in head of a person who is happy to state the attack is ‘cowardly’?

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Tarantino Six

In the opening scene in Reservoir Dogs, Tarantino gave us what was something of a novelty at the time. His characters were talking. That’s not the same as having characters exchange dialogue to further the plot. His characters talked to each other. From the speech about the subtext to Madonna’s Like a Virgin to the bullshitting about tipping, the easy, realistic dialogue made us another character at the table: we were listening to ordinary folks talk, and because we’re ordinary folks, an invisible wall was removed and we were sat having breakfast, too.

The dialogue is one of the immediately recognisable things in a Tarantino picture. The exception to this rule, the Tarantino movie which isn’t rammed with Tarantino dialogue, is Inglorious Basterds, but that movie still has two scenes which are two of the best scenes he’s written

So what are six of the best scenes in Tarantino’s writing?

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With One Look

Fair is my Love and cruel as she is fair;
Her brow-shades frown, although her eyes are sunny.
Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair,
And her disdains are gall, her favours honey:
A modest maid, deck’d with a blush of honour,
Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love;
The wonder of all eyes that look upon her,
Sacred on earth, design’d a Saint above.
Chastity and Beauty, which were deadly foes,
Live reconcilèd friends within her brow;
And had she Pity to conjoin with those,
Then who had heard the plaints I utter now?
For had she not been fair, and thus unkind,
My Muse had slept, and none had known my mind.

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A Minor Vent..

Now that the second Middleton daughter has been married-off to a man of more than tolerable fortune, will the press begin to report something interesting? I have no doubt the younger Bennett sister is perfectly delightful company and a thoroughly decent young lady, however this doesn’t seem to be reason enough to lose our reason over her wedding.

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Shatter Your Illusions of Love

“I am going to get fat and lazy in Hill House,” Theodora went on. Her insistence in Naming Hill House troubled Eleanor. It’s as though she were saying it deliberately, Eleanor thought, telling the house she knows its name, calling the house to tell it where we are; is it bravado? “Hill House, Hill House, House House,” Theodora said softly, and smiled across at Eleanor.

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The Old Razzle Dazzle

In reaction to the result of the 1975 EC referendum, Mr Enoch Powell described the ‘yes’ victory as a ‘provisional result’ which would require ‘the continuing assent of parliament’. He said of those who had voted in favour: ‘the people do not mean it,’ ‘they are mistaken,’ and ‘they have still not been able to credit the implications of being in the Common Market.’  Those who try to dismiss the result of the ‘brexit’ referendum – by saying the same things of those who voted ‘leave’ – should feel a strong sympathy with Mr Enoch Powell. This might be a sympathy they were unaware of. It might take a disaster such as an earthquake to draw from a person their heroic qualities; of course, not everyone has a hero hiding under the surface. The person who told me about Enoch Powell’s comments said

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