... have no business hating it. It's them.

I couldn't bring myself to click on them. One look and I knew how they'd sound. Enemies of civilisation. Sub-humans!

the new Air NZ ad is hated, even by the airheads... https://spy.nzherald.co.nz/spy...

Instructive to reflect that that train ad wouldn't be allowed in that form in 2018. All the Kiwis are white, the music is French and the literature English. Agatha Christie would have to be Witi Ihimaera, the music Lady Gaga etc.

I'm understanding a little better why Nigel got worn down in the end:

Yet another reason to never ever watch NZ telly.

Drooling beast alright. Brain dead... dumbed down to beyond dumber...all that stuff. Spit.

The Filth exemplified. Absolute, unutterable, repulsive, irredeemable, dumb-as-rock, evil-as-fuck Filth Writ Large:

Kasper -- The Grim Reaper is a very serious beast which truly needs to be defeated. But so too is what I call illiberal philosophy -- the general belief-system and lifestyle since about 1914 which is strongly anti reason, individualism, and freedom.

this drooling beast which so many feel even if slightly in the back of their consciousness is death! Perhaps, biologically and psychologically we know that death is nigh, despite our strong will to live and flourish.

I am encountering this drooling beast at the moment. After having come home and spending time with friends and family I am seriously struck at my friends who are in their late 50's and 60's who report low mood, a-hedonia or close to it, loss of meaning and general disillusionment with the world. It's disturbing me no end. Totally different walks of life yet so many are experiencing this.. What on earth is going on, I wonder.

Linz (post 3 below): "Now, what's the bet Brendan and Daniel are either one and the same or were separated at birth?"

They were separated at birth. (They aren't one and the same.)

Ellen

That's the post that made me think "Brendan" is actually Barnes.

Cowardice is OK 'cos it's become part of netiquette. Oh please!

I've done my dash... can't stomach another moment... pissed off with the minutes I spared them all.

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Glenn: “Completely evaded the questions, Brendan: what is your position on Salient anonymity and the quality of Salient debate?”

I don’t have a major problem with anonymity. It’s now become an established part of web etiquette. More to the point, you get a better handle on a person by what they say rather than what they’re called.

As for Salient debate, it’s a mixed bag, as anywhere on the web, including SOLO. But I couldn’t do better than quote the author of the article above: “Ironically, most of his writing seems to have veered away from such high rational ideals into goading his opponents with rhetoric and emotionally loaded language.”

I don’t believe Perigo had any intention of sparking a “debate”. His primary aim was to attract like-minded people. Let’s take another look at a typical passage:

“… this hybrid of gargoyle and dominatrix …her child-molesters-of-the- mind run our education system on her behalf and deliberately dumb down our youngsters so they’ll vote for her when they come of age (hence the illiterate zombies emerging from her universities); she pays the unproductive with the money of the productive to be reproductive and breed even more voters for her…”

Glenn, you may believe that this passage represents an ‘argument’, and I guess there is one buried somewhere beneath the invective. But to borrow a Randism, what person of self-esteem would want to debate a proposition that forces them to implicitly accept that they are illiterate zombies or worse?
Technically, the technique is a logical fallacy called Complex Question (‘have you stopped beating your wife’) as I am no doubt you are aware. Perigo picked up this dirty little trick from the Rand song book.

You make great play of your desire for rational debate, and I applaud that, but Objectivism has a long way to go to clean up its own act in this respect, and unfortunately the contamination comes from the top.

You could start small, for example, by investigating the alleged US Library of Congress “poll”, which supposedly established Atlas Shrugged as second only to the Bible in its influence on readers’ lives. So there’s a test of your commitment to reality.

I've just read all that stuff. Glenn, why are you bothering?! Is it the season for masochism?!

Now, what's the bet Brendan and Daniel are either one and the same or were separated at birth?

BTW, you don't have to refer to anything I said apologetically, as "heat of the moment"—I meant every word, still do, resile from none of it, and would only add, as you said in one post, they deserved a way bigger bollocking than they finally got, the pomo-wanking low-life lice.

There's no point talking to such creatures about "good faith"—they are the drooling beast, "closed, mindless, utterly wanton, but something with an aim and a cunning of its own."

Why else, pray tell, do you imagine they have such singular, obsessive, hysterical hostility toward Ayn Rand?

She is the stake through what in other creatures would be a heart.

“… you microscopic, pomo-wanking louse: your arbitrary rationalistic strictures as to what constitutes good writing are bullshit. You wouldn’t know good writing if it bit you on your sorry, snotty, snide, supercilious postmodern ass. If you had a soul, I would commend to your attention the Rearden/Wet Nurse scene, that you might be touched. But you don’t, so I won’t. Wank on, Lois. And when you’ve written an epoch-changing best-seller, let us know.”

I remember this one well... I thought Linz's response was most erudite... and amusing.

And I don't think this was exactly Brendan's welcome. He'd been on Solo for a long time and always as a nay-sayer.

... might well have written the manual for the Drooling Beast. Surely someone made him up?! And gave him that face to match?!

just ignore him, Glenn...he is trying to get you angry.

"I create nothing. I own"

Brendan Hutching has joined the Salient 'debate' in support of the trolls:
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Glenn: “And I assure you all that your reception will be a great deal more civilised than the one you’ve given us here…”

You mean this type of reception, Glenn?

“xxxx xxxx, you disgust me. And unlike your fellow KASSless Society ass-licker xxxx, who said that once, I mean it. You disgust me. As does he. Because you *are* disgusting. All of you. xxxx, xxxx, the xxxx, the lot of you. This is war - a war to save Objectivism from politically correct, New Age, appeasing filth - & you are the enemy. You *are* the filth. If I have a problem with the ARI these days, it’s that they’re too soft on your lily-livered, treacherous ilk.”
And:
“… you microscopic, pomo-wanking louse: your arbitrary rationalistic strictures as to what constitutes good writing are bullshit. You wouldn’t know good writing if it bit you on your sorry, snotty, snide, supercilious postmodern ass. If you had a soul, I would commend to your attention the Rearden/Wet Nurse scene, that you might be touched. But you don’t, so I won’t. Wank on, Lois. And when you’ve written an epoch-changing best-seller, let us know.”

Is this the sort of civilised reception you are promising, Glenn? Or do you have something else in mind?

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So you’re fine with the quotes? No problem with Perigo calling his fellow Objectivists “ass[sic]-lickers” and “filth”. This is standard banter among Objectivists?
No minor reservations about slippage regarding “intellectual engagement”, “logical sequence[s] of thoughts”, or even the requirement to “persuade rather than intimidate, bully or disgust”? Just so people know what they’re letting themselves in for.
Speaking of context, you’ve failed to mention the context of the second quote. You will remember that I had the audacity to offer a critique of Ayn Rand’s writing ability, complete with evidence and reasons. Apparently, such criticism is blasphemy on SOLO.
Perhaps you should also make your readers aware of that proviso. And while you’re about it, warn them to walk softly around Iraq, American elections, music, other Objectivists, libertarians, NZ politicians. No doubt you can add to the list. Wouldn’t want them blotting their civil welcome.

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Glenn: “I have no problem with the quotes – you and Coates deserved worse.”

As I remember, Coates was the somewhat rotund chap with a penchant for pontificating. He was christened with a girly name by the funmeister himself. How the rafters rang with rational and joyous laughter: fat, nerdy boy with the girly name!

Glenn: “Or have you only dropped in to try and drag SOLO’s reputation for rational debate into this gutter of the unthinking and unreasonable?”

Doesn’t need my help. SOLO and the Salient op-eds achieve that all on their own. Witness an early Salient opinion column: “Chamberlain, dear reader, for the benefit of the legion of state-worshipping, state-lobotomised airheads among you…”
Perigo’s Salient modus operandi has been fairly basic:
Perigo [shits on audience]: Eat that, skanky student Islamo-fucking filth! [exits extreme far right]
Salient audience: Pheeew! [throws shit back]
Jameson [rushes on, wringing hands]: Stop! Stop! Mr Perigo expresses beautiful and noble thoughts about Islamo-fascist filth, and you treat his offerings like shit. How dare you! Scum…cowards…ratbag students…tax is murder…grrr [storms off, kicks cat].
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Didn't realise he'd stoop this low...

Oh No! Not the Clueless Clucks Clan from Gore!

No. I've decided to rename them. They're now the Clueless Clucks Clan from Clutha.

have been sitting here for about 10 minutes thinking about number 20 ...it sounds like the Meredith Kercher murderer which is just shocking, the details of what happened to the poor woman.

Gosh...there are some dreadful people about!

I just spat Shiraz all over the keyboard.

Not only did that temporarily incapacitate my keyboard, but worse, it was a waste of perfectly good Shiraz.

Isn't there a category for cannibals? Haven't had a decent dining companion for dinner for ages.

Oh No! Not the Clueless Clucks Clan from Gore!

I'll rate right there with Eli at no 23...I can smell a flouncin-a-comin.

01 Those who kill in self-defence and do not show psychopathic tendencies

02 Jealous lovers who, though egocentric or immature, are not psychopathic

03 Willing companions of killers: aberrant personality—probably impulse-ridden, with antisocial traits

04 Kill in self-defence, but had been extremely provocative towards the victim

05 Traumatized, desperate people who kill abusive relatives and others (like to support a drug habit) but lack significant traits. Genuinely remorseful.

06 Impetuous, hotheaded murderers, yet without marked psychopathic features

07 Highly narcissistic not distinctly psychopathic people with a psychotic core who kill people close to them (jealousy an underlying motive)

08 Non psychopathic people with smouldering rage who kill when rage is ignited

09 Jealous lovers with psychopathic features

10 Killers of people who were "in the way" or who killed, for example, witnesses (egocentric but not distinctly psychopathic)

11 Psychopathic killers of people "in the way"

12 Power-hungry psychopaths who killed when they were "cornered"

13 Killers with inadequate, rage-full personalities who "snapped"

14 Ruthlessly self-centred psychopathic schemers

15 Psychopathic "cold-blooded" spree or multiple murders

16 Psychopaths committing multiple vicious acts

17 Sexually perverse serial murderers torture-murderers (among the males rape is the primary motive with murder to hide the evidence; Systematic torture is not a primary factor)

18 Torture-murderers with murder the primary motive

19 Psychopaths driven to terrorism, subjugation, intimidation and rape, (short of murder)

20 Torture murderers with torture as the primary motive but in psychotic personalities

21 Psychopaths preoccupied with torture in the extreme, but not known to have committed murder

22 Psychopathic torture-murderers, with torture their primary motive

23 SOLO members posting racist remarks

I admit that reason is a small and feeble flame, a flickering torch by stumblers carried in the starless night, -- blown and flared by passion's storm, -- and yet, it is the only light. Extinguish that, and nought remains.- - Robert Green Ingersoll

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You disgusting racist! I'm going to set the Clueless Clucks Clan from Gore onto you.

am reluctant to comment and have innocuous statements used as an excuse for hysteria..lol ...but yes, the situation in Rhodesia is very sad.

I was pleased Ian Smith got a fair and sympathetic obituary in the Telegraph ...(unusual for the British media)...which accepted the most Anti-Communist Government in Africa had been betrayed and the Country handed to Marxists on a plate.

All rather a shame as Rhodesia, throughout its history, had numerous opportunities for profitmaking undertakings until the gangsters took over.

Ayn Rand described precisely the kind of metaphysical mechanics that are now in action in South Africa in "The Anatomy of Compromise"

The same logical course of events has already left Zimbabwe in ruins, and it will not stop in South Africa until it looks like this.

This is what it used to be like 

I admit that reason is a small and feeble flame, a flickering torch by stumblers carried in the starless night, -- blown and flared by passion's storm, -- and yet, it is the only light. Extinguish that, and nought remains.- - Robert Green Ingersoll

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Hilton, that sounds dreadful

It must be awful having to live like that...in a formerly great Country where it is now Government of the Gangsters, by the Gangsters, for the Gangsters.

No, it was actually a very typical South African style carjacking, one of thousands which happen every day. See these interviews 1 2 .

On my way to work one late morning, I checked down the street for anyone suspicious (standard procedure there) and only saw two Africans jogging about 500 m down the road. They seemed to be training like professional boxers and it didn't look that risky, but I still had my pistol cocked and ready anyway.

I opened the gate, put the pistol in the cars door cubby, reversed out the driveway, got out, closed the gate, gave my dog a goodbye pat and turned around, only to have a muzzle shoved up my nose.

One hopped in my car, while the armed one forced my head onto the ground with the gun, then stood on my head while grinding the muzzle into my temple.

By this time his mate was urgently calling him, but he lingered and it was clear he wanted to shoot me. It was 10am in the morning with no witnesses, and there was no reason for him not to.

For what felt like an eternity he was just grinding the muzzle into my temple while his mate was calling him...and that was what your excerpt described. "And you'd see living eyes watching you and you'd know that the thing can't hear you, that it can't be reached, not reached, not in any way, yet it's breathing and moving there before you with a purpose of its own. That's horror."

Finally he just kicked me in the head and took off with his mate.

'll never know what made him hesitate...my only guess is that he saw how much I loved my dog when I patted him goodbuy, and perhaps guessed that I wasnt a SOB...but I'll never know.

Any way...once something like that happens to you, the concept of the value of your own life becomes real and you know you'll never hesitate for one second should you ever have to defend your life...I assure you.

Hilton

I admit that reason is a small and feeble flame, a flickering torch by stumblers carried in the starless night, -- blown and flared by passion's storm, -- and yet, it is the only light. Extinguish that, and nought remains.- - Robert Green Ingersoll

... definition of rap is "evil set to cacophony."

Do I take it you actually shot the bastard, or simply would have had you been armed?

Rap:-A deafening harangue performed by spastic sufferers of Jock-itch. One performer mouths obscenities in a sing-song voice while others swing cats and yet others throw garbage cans down a metal stairway. (adapted from PJ's "CEO of the Sofa")

PS! I've literally had one of those unreachable beasts hold a gun to my head once, and even after having been through a war I had never been able to shoot someone in cold blood.. until that day.

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I admit that reason is a small and feeble flame, a flickering torch by stumblers carried in the starless night, -- blown and flared by passion's storm, -- and yet, it is the only light. Extinguish that, and nought remains.- - Robert Green Ingersoll

shall pop out there tomorrow and see.

I am enduring Elton John because I like to 'keep the peace' and simply have no energy for a tiresome argument about the music with several Polynesians and their juvenile delinquent children..(it is fast becoming Grand Central Station around here this evening)...at the moment as I have a couple of research reports to read.

Might you be able to purchase it and the Greenspan for me, and I'll reimburse you at the Dec 3 knees-up? I truly don't think I'd survive another bookshop visit.

I've no idea why anyone would put up with the ghastly Elton John at any volume in his own house!!

it sounds dreadful

I am sure Borders at Sylvia Park, here in Civilisation, have the Reagan Diaries...(they seem to have every other book imaginable)

I am sipping a vodka cruiser whilst being forced to listen to some tiresome 'Elton John Mega-Mix' being played unnecessarily loudly at the other end of the house.

I mentioned earlier on this thread that I always gird my loins for encounters with the DB when I leave the house, which I do as infrequently as possible.

Today I had some business I absolutely had to attend to at the other end of town. I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and see if I could pick up The Reagan Diaries and the Greenspan auto-bio from one of the many bookstores on the way, Amazon having failed to deliver my order TWICE and saying they weren't going to try a third time. (DB's first victory in this particular saga.)

I ruled out Borders though, since I'd gone in there pre-Amazon-order and seen a sea of faces that looked just like the aliens in your link, Eli. And that was just the staff.

So ...

Whitcoulls. Alien at the counter, maybe about 20 years old. Not chewing gum, but looked as though she was anyway. "Reagan Diaries?" Tap, tap, tap. "Sorry, not showing up." "You can't be serious." Much consternation. Alien fetches another alien, who peers nonchalantly at the computer screen. "Who is Reagan exactly?" Then I tumble. "How did you spell his name?" "R-E-G-A-N." "Oh well, try R-E-A-G-A-N." Tap, tap, tap. Screen bursts to life. "Yeah, no, we don't have that in stock." Not even a "Would you like us to order it in for you?" I flee.

Dymocks. Alien at the counter, male this time, about 20. I take the precaution of spelling "Reagan" before he starts tapping. Screen comes to life. "Sorry, we haven't had that in at all. Would you like us to order it?" "How long to get here?" "Two to three weeks." "Thanks. I'll ask around a bit more first."

Unity Books. Two aliens at the counter, one about 20, the other middle-aged, with the pasty look of a middle-class socialist and a pinched "there's a cactus-up-my-ass" voice. "Would you happen to have The Reagan Diaries in stock? As in, President Reagan." "Oh, the actor," says the younger alien. (How the hell did he know that? I'm impressed!) Older one taps away. "No. Haven't had that one in at all. We can order it if you like." "How long to get here?" "Two to three weeks." "Thanks. I'll get back to you." This, because by this time I couldn't bring myself to linger to spell stuff for them as they tapped out a form.

For now, DB 10, Linz 0. But tomorrow's another day. The books exist. There's got to be a way I can acquire them without the risk of a meltdown.

I am back home. With Shiraz and the Emperor Concerto (see, thinking of you, Claudia! ). A DB-free zone.

I no longer recognise the race out there as one to which I in any way belong. Aliens, freaks, grotesqueries, morons, the total impassivity for the total depth. What happened to the humans?

the subject of brainless moronry...

I see some Salient people have been in Britain and were snapped on CCTV.

Salient chaps are a bit wet, aren't they? gosh...so amusing.

It is a wonder Glenn is even bothering with them, let alone appeasing them, as they are the future irrelevant dullard schoolmasters and public servants nobody notices in even the smallest crowd.

I mentioned recently that someone is habitually changing my Wiki entry with hostile intent. We now know who. Turns out it's a flouncer whose feathers always got ruffled by my aesthetic views. Latest—he's taken what I said here and posted it as my authentic view. One minor detail—he's left off the smiley face, to create the impression that I indeed think all who don't get it are sub-mauronic.

Creepy.

"And you'd see living eyes watching you and you'd know that the thing can't hear you, that it can't be reached, not reached, not in any way, yet it's breathing and moving there before you with a purpose of its own. That's horror. Well, that's what's hanging over the world, prowling somewhere through mankind, that same thing, something closed, mindless, utterly wanton, but something with an aim and a cunning of its own."

.... of the DB: the creatures on the Salient web site. I just caught up with the fact that "debate" (it can't seriously be called that) is still raging there between Glenn and the masked mini-monsters. But read what they have to "say" (it can't seriously be called that) and remind yourself of today's quote:

" ... a drooling beast of prey or a maniac who's had some disease that's eaten his brain out. You'd have nothing then but your voice—your voice and your thought. You'd scream to that creature why it should not touch you, you'd have the most eloquent words, the unanswerable words, you'd become the vessel of the absolute truth. And you'd see living eyes watching you and you'd know that the thing can't hear you, that it can't be reached, not reached, not in any way, yet it's breathing and moving there before you with a purpose of its own. That's horror. Well, that's what's hanging over the world, prowling somewhere through mankind, that same thing, something closed, mindless, utterly wanton, but something with an aim and a cunning of its own."

I was nowhere near the Backbencher, and my Hawaiian shirt is, like, totally in the wash.

yes...fancy a SOLO-ist talking like..Just had lunch at the Backbencher and totally saw him there...

I think anyone talking in that way should be locked...oh..ummmm...(nevermind)

"I just had lunch at the Backbencher and partially saw him there, as he was obscured by a fat man in an Hawaiian shirt."

Right here on SOLO:

Just had lunch at the Backbencher and totally saw him there. But lost sight of him so was unable to inquire.

"Totally" saw him there? Like, is there, like, some other way of, like, seeing someone?

Like, this is totally, like, SO not, like, me!

Ugh!

can empathise...I have just spent most of the day trying to get a television set to work in my new house, and two leaky taps fixed!

The cute (but incredibly mindless) chap at Noel Leemings assured me of one thing...but the reality quite different.

Their chap who came to set it up was almost incoherent...and seemed unaware of even the most basic of things, eventually had to telephone his offsider to come and assist...and all in all a very tiresome experience for which I paid $60 plus gst!

(I shall not even start ranting about the halfwit plumber as that experience this morning almost had me in tears....)

Tame Iti is infinitely preferable to the Drooling Beast. Tame tells you what he's about. He'll shoot flags to make sure you get the point, and is ready to shoot you too. But at least you know that. The DB by contrast is lumpenly, militantly inscrutable and unreachable. It's Samantha Hayes reading the news in the most unintelligent, uncultured manner possible—and anyone who'd employ her to do so. It's the sullen, gum-chewing, mumbling shop-assistant—and anyone who'd employ him. It's the waaa-baby who communicates subliminally that he has a problem with you, but resolutely refuses to tell you what it is when confronted. It's the mini-monsters whose brains have been eaten out by the education system, who cannot spell, punctuate or hold a thought but are ready to crucify you if you hurt their "feelings." It's that creature, as unknown to me as I to her, who lunged at me outside my apartment and hit me with a scarf, for no discernible reason. It's the rap-crappers and all the other headbanging caterwaulers ... and those who consider them musicians.

" ...it's breathing and moving there before you with a purpose of its own. That's horror. Well, that's what's hanging over the world, prowling somewhere through mankind, that same thing, something closed, mindless, utterly wanton, but something with an aim and a cunning of its own."

Tame Iti is Unreason Writ Large. The DB is Unreason Writ Small—but it stalks your every step, and never takes its fevered eye off you.

My comment about one good reason to get out less was not entirely in jest. When I step out, I don't worry that Tame Iti will be waiting for me with a shotgun. But I do worry—nay, I know—the DB is lying in wait.

someone was unfamiliar with The Fountainhead, they could be forgiven for thinking this 'Steven Mallory' chap had been Tame Iti's cellmate.

And, Scott, in Washington, D.C., and Hollywood, California, and on the Avenue of the Americas in New York City, and in the Palaces of Westminster and Whitehall, and on Fleet Street, and...

Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!

It is seen in North Korea, in Iran, in Saudi Arabia, in Zimbabwe, etc. etc.

Not to mention the nearby CD store.

...to get a gun. Sometimes voice and thought are not enough.

in North Korea, in Iran, in Saudi Arabia, in Zimbabwe, etc. etc.

... to get out less.