Saturday, November 19, 2011

Be Proud, "les Internautes," The Grass is Always Browner Next Door!

Adulating in the French internet media is an odd thing. It came late, and arrived awkawardly, yet it’s stellar compared to the Internet-Journalism fare of all of its’ neighbors apart from Britain. Never mind the fact that the list is largely headed by knock-offs of the paragons of pandering in America, Slate and Huffington Post.

The strangest thing about the issue, is that it’s being delved into this month by a double-antithesis of the nouveaux médias is coming straight from a dead-tree outfit whose mainstay has always been covering the one-way, non-interactive boob tube.

In that light, expect a domestic version of Mad Men in about 5-7 years.

Gaddafi "Bodyguard" Remembers Life From Age 15 as "Daddy Muammar's" Sexual Slave


Libyans erupt in glee at the news of the capture of Gaddafi's son, but for one Libyan woman — indeed, for many — that will not bring back the lives destroyed by Saif al-Islam's father.

In Tripoli, Annick Cojean meets a Libyan woman who was kidnapped by Muammar Gaddafi at 15 and remained his sexual slave for five years, as were the alleged members of the Colonel's much-vaunted personal bodyguard ("blue uniforms were for real [female] bodyguards who had undergone training; khaki was generally just for show"). Among other things that we learn from the Le Monde article is that the Libyan strongman, famously a supporter of leftist causes, was violent and sadistic in bed, that he was constantly taking cocaine, and that he also had "numerous" male lovers.
She is 9 years old when her family, originally from the East, moves to Sirte, the birthplace of Colonel Gaddafi. She is 15 in 2004, when chosen, amongst the girls in her high school, to present a bouquet to the "Guide" visiting the school where he has cousins. "It was a great honor. I called him 'Daddy Muammar' and it gave me goose bumps." The colonel puts his hand on her shoulder and strokes her hair, slowly. A sign of the hand to the address of his bodyguards, meaning: "That one, I want her." She would only learn of it later.

The next day, three women in uniform, dedicated to the service of the dictator — Salma, Mabrooka, and Feiza — enter her mother's hair salon. "Muammar wants to see you. He wants to give you gifts." The girl — let's call her Safia — follows willingly. "How to suspect anything? He was the hero, the Prince of Sirte."

She was taken into the desert, where the caravan of the Colonel, 62, is set up for a hunting trip. She is rapidly brought before a hieratic Gaddafi with piercing eyes. He asks about her family, the origins of her father, her mother, their financial means. Then he coldly asks her to stay and live with him. The girl is taken aback. "You'll have everything you want, houses, cars ..." She panics, shakes her head, says that she is close to her family, that she wants to study. "I'll take care of everything," he says. "You'll be safe, I assure you, your father will understand." And he calls Mabrooka to take the teenager in hand.

In the hours following, Safia, frightened, is set up with underwear and "sexy outfits". She is taught to dance, to strip at the sound of music, and "other duties". She sobs, asks to return home to her parents. Mabrooka smiles. Return to normal life is no longer an option.

The first three nights, Safia dances alone in front of Gaddafi. He listens to the tape of a musician whom "he will later kill." He looks at her, does not touch her. All he says is: "You will be my bitch." The caravan returns to Sirte, Safia with them.

And on the evening of his return to the palace, he rapes her. She struggles. He beats her, pulls her hair. She tries to flee. Mabrooka and Salma intervene and strike her. "He did so again the following days. I became his sex slave. For five years he raped me."

She finds herself in Tripoli, in the Bab Al-Azizia den, the area protected by three walls with several buildings, the living space of the master of Libya, his family, his employees, and the élite troops. At first, Safia shares a small room in the master's residence with another kidnapped girl from Benghazi, but who manages one day to escape. On the same level, in tiny rooms, two dozen girls, most of them aged between 18 and 19 years, are permanently on hold, usually recruited by the same three emissaries. These three brutal and ubiquitous women domineer this sort of harem, where girls, clad in bodyguard attire, are available for the colonel. Most only stay a few months before disappearing once the master tires of them. They have but minimal contacts amongst themselves, any personal conversation being prohibited.


Elle a 9 ans lorsque sa famille, originaire de l'est du pays, déménage à Syrte, la ville natale du colonel Kadhafi. Elle en a 15, en 2004, lorsqu'elle est choisie, parmi les filles de son lycée, pour offrir un bouquet au " Guide " en visite dans l'école où il a des cousins. " C'était un grand honneur. Je l'appelais "papa Mouammar" et j'en avais la chair de poule. " Le colonel a posé sa main sur son épaule et caressé ses cheveux, lentement. Un signe à l'adresse de ses gardes du corps, signifiant : " Celle-là, je la veux. " Elle l'a appris plus tard.

Le lendemain, trois femmes en uniforme, vouées au service du dictateur - Salma, Mabrouka et Feiza - se présentent au salon de coiffure que tient sa mère. " Mouammar veut te voir. Il souhaite te donner des cadeaux. " L'adolescente - appelons-la Safia - les suit de bon gré. " Comment se douter de quelque chose ? C'était le héros, le prince de Syrte. "

On la conduit dans le désert, où la caravane du colonel, 62 ans, est installée pour un séjour de chasse. Il la reçoit rapidement, hiératique, les yeux perçants. Il lui pose des questions sur sa famille, les origines de son père, de sa mère, leurs moyens financiers. Puis il lui demande froidement de rester vivre avec lui. La jeune fille est interloquée. " Tu auras tout ce que tu veux, des maisons, des voitures... " Elle panique, secoue la tête, dit tenir à sa famille, vouloir faire des études. " Je m'occuperai de tout, répond-il. Tu seras en sécurité ; je t'assure, ton père comprendra. " Et il appelle Mabrouka pour qu'elle prenne en main l'adolescente.

Dans les heures qui suivent, Safia, effarée, est équipée de sous-vêtements et de " tenues sexy ". On lui apprend à danser, à se dévêtir au son de la musique, et " d'autres devoirs ". Elle sanglote, demande à rentrer chez ses parents. Mabrouka sourit. Le retour à une vie normale ne fait plus partie des options.

Les trois premiers soirs, Safia dansera seule devant Kadhafi. Il écoute la cassette d'un musicien " qu'il fera tuer plus tard ". Il la regarde, ne la touche pas. Il lance simplement : " Tu seras ma pute. " La caravane rentre à Syrte, Safia dans les bagages.

Et le soir de son retour, au palais, il la viole. Elle se débat. Il la tabasse, lui tire les cheveux. Elle tente de fuir. Mabrouka et Salma interviennent et la frappent. " Il a continué les jours suivants. Je suis devenue son esclave sexuelle. Il m'a violée pendant cinq ans. "

Elle se retrouve vite à Tripoli, dans l'antre de Bab Al-Azizia, le domaine ultra-protégé par trois murs d'enceinte où vivent, dans divers bâtiments, le maître de la Libye, sa famille, des collaborateurs, des troupes d'élite. Au début, Safia partage une petite chambre dans la résidence du maître avec une autre fille de Benghazi, kidnappée elle aussi mais qui, un jour, parviendra à fuir. Au même niveau, dans des pièces minuscules, se tiennent en permanence une vingtaine de filles, la plupart ayant entre 18 et 19 ans, en général recrutées par les trois mêmes émissaires. Ces trois femmes brutales, omniprésentes, régentent cette sorte de harem, où les jeunes filles, grimées en gardes du corps, sont à la disposition personnelle du colonel. La plupart ne restent que quelques mois, avant de disparaître, une fois le maître lassé. Elles n'ont entre elles qu'un minimum de contacts, toute conversation personnelle étant interdite.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Quote of the Day

I keep getting told that the Occupy Wall Street is a legitimate political movement, every bit as legitimate as the Tea Party… Just with more rapes, murders, shootings, riots, tuberculosis outbreaks, public sex, rampant drug use, drug overdoses, and still no real coherent message other than “We want more stuff!”

- Larry Correia



Europe: Where the Most Obvious Slander Counts as Hard-Hitting News



If you can’t process the fact that nothing has changed in Italy, outside of trading in an elected government that has actually balanced its’ budget for unelelected technocrats, then Plantu will satisfy your need to remain igonarant.

Owing to the “masonic” nature that every enlightened European knows about and the Bunga-bunga slant of a Conservative politician, a feigned horror strangely forgotten about with great lights of the left, Plantu’s economic illiteracy is laid bare.

Because in his Gaullic brilliance and subtlety, he is just too prescient stupid to understand anything other than his obsession with sexualized normally child-like figures, and finding straw-man to blame as an explanation to anything that has ever happened in the world... If we borrowed and spent too much, well, it must be bacause Goldman Sachs made us do it.

c'est comme ça.

Markets, Über alles

Guess what? Ever since I've come to this "trou à merde", uppity Zeropeans have been preaching to me about how "C'est pas grave..." or "Je cotise..." when I ask them to explain the theory behind the sustainability of their welfare or whatever they call their handouts these days. They've never come up with an explanation "qui tient debout". In fact, they themselves are rarely "debout" except to cash in their welfare checks.

And now... ?

I can't stop laughing at these shiftless, lazy motherfuckers when I see their cocksucking faces at the very moment they are told that: "There's no mo' money."

Don't tell me I didn't tell you so. "Bande de bâtards."

...and don't you dare blame "the markets". Look in the mirror for a change. Loser.



Stating the obvious

Jesus H. Christ, I do so hate Europeans with every fiber of my being. On se fait une bouffe ??? A ciao...

Close to 50% of Violent Thefts in France Are Committed by Minors


Debate is once again raging in France on the subject of teen delinquency, reports Laurent Borredon in Le Monde, as statistics show that close to 50% of thefts with violence are perpetrated by minors.
Le débat fait rage, régulièrement, sur la hausse de la délinquance des mineurs. Un ministre de l'intérieur, ou un député de droite, assure que celle-ci est "de plus en plus importante et de plus en plus violente", comme Claude Guéant, fin octobre, qui propose en conséquence une "réforme profonde" de la justice des mineurs (Le Monde du 27 octobre). En face, spécialistes et élus de gauche crient à la manipulation, et relativisent les statistiques. Mardi 15 novembre, l'Observatoire national de la délinquance et de la réponse pénale (ONDRP) apporte sa pierre à l'édifice. Et conclut, notamment, que près de 50 % des vols avec violence ont été commis par un mineur, mais aussi que les moins de 18 ans sont plus susceptibles d'être les victimes de ces actes.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Your Time and Effort are No Longer Your Own

It's the same everywhere 'activist' government probes its' ugly green forefinger. Apparently, your effort in proving or disproving the carbon emmissions claims of government is not up to them, but rather the productive part of civilization that the connected, non-productive 'activist class' feed off of like parasites.
Businesses that tell customers their prices will rise because of the carbon tax face huge fines unless they can actually prove it.

The Australian Competition and Consumer Commission has warned small businesses they must quiz suppliers, analyse bills and make mathematical calculations before blaming the carbon tax for soaring costs, adding a new layer of red tape for companies already overburdened by paperwork

Marine Le Pen: France Should Leave NATO, "Turn Its Back" on the American "Hyper-Power", and "Turn Towards Russia"


Leftists in France, and all over the world, have tarnished America's conservatives by comparing them to the alleged fascists in what they call the Le Pens' ultra-right Front National party. Meanwhile — and conversely — America's (rightfully skeptical) conservatives have wondered whether France's Front National isn't perhaps the equivalent of the Tea Party in another sense, of simply being common sense-minded free marketers, falsely accused of being far right and "fascistic". Indeed, now that a new, younger generation of leaders has taken over the FN and a younger Le Pen has replaced the older one, maybe there is something more inviting in the party?

As it turns out, the castigators of America's conservatives are wrong — fortunately or unfortunately, as you would have it — as are America's conservatives.

It seems that if anything, Jean-Marie Le Pen's ideas in the 1980s and the 1990s might — might — have been close to those of the Tea Partiers, at least as far as a French journalist like Le Monde's Jonathan Parienté might be concerned (Jean-Marie Le Pen did use to be a big admirer of Ronald Reagan), but his daughter is the one who is, or who has become, radically anti-free-market and anti-American.

Not only has Marine Le Pen said that Obama is way to the right of us (many more examples at the hyperlink), she is now denouncing the American "hyper power" and saying that she would prefer that France should leave NATO, turn its back on America, and turn towards Russia.
In the 1980s, Jean-Marie Le Pen had been a sympathizer of Atlanticist policy, something that he abandoned during the war in Iraq. Marine Le Pen is highly critical of U.S. foreign policy [even in the age of Obama's smart diplomacy?!]. She wants France to exit NATO. And in a recent interview with the Russian daily Kommersant, she explained that she would prefer that France "turn towards Russia," all the while "turning its back on the United States," something that, she believes, the current crisis [echoes of Rahm Emanuel's pet phrase?], allows the country to consider doing.

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… l'idéologie de Marine Le Pen […] dénonce la "toute puissance" américaine. …

Depuis qu'elle a amorcé son ascension à la tête du parti d'extrême droite, Mme Le Pen a infléchi la position que défendait son père dans les années 70 et 80 qui, économiquement, avait une certaine proximité avec celle défendue aujourd'hui par les Tea. Le Front national se bat désormais pour "bâtir un Etat fort et stratège" qu'il conspuait jadis.

… En 2007, le dernier programme présidentiel de l'ancien élu poujadiste trace une nouvelle voie. L'"étatisme" et le "syndicalisme archaïque" ne sont plus les seuls maux de l'économie. Il faut désormais y ajouter le "mondialisme ultra-libéral".

Marine Le Pen a poussé plus loin cette logique. Réhabilitation de l’Etat fort qui doit orienter l’économie, souveraineté monétaire et retour au franc, protectionnisme, remplacement du clivage droite gauche par celui des nationaux contre les mondialistes, constituent désormais la base de son programme.

Dans les années 1980, Jean-Marie Le Pen avait eu une sympathie atlantiste qu'il a abandonnée au moment de la guerre en Irak. Marine Le Pen est très critique sur la politique étrangère des Etats-Unis. Elle prône la sortie de l'OTAN. Et, dans un entretien accordé récemment au quotidien russe Kommersant, elle expliquait préférer que la France se "tourne vers la Russie" tout en "tournant le dos aux Etats-Unis", ce que, estime-t-elle, la crise actuelle lui permet d'envisager.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

All the News that's Fit for a Ouija Board

Would You Rather Have Someone Report Reality or Explain it Away ?


Le Monde attempts to find an explanation to what will certainly be made punching bag and demon:


Mario Monti, Lucas Papademos and Mario Draghi have something in common: they have all worked for the American investment bank.
Okay, that may be true, but is it all that matters? I mean, would anything else matter to the conspiratorially minded? Roche goes on to say that...


According to its detractors, the European network of influence woven by American bank Goldman Sachs (GS) functions like a freemasonry. To diverse degrees, the new European Central Bank President, Mario Draghi, the newly designated Prime Minister of Italy, Mario Monti, and the freshly appointed Greek Prime Minister Lucas Papademos are totemic figures in this carefully constructed web.
But the ZOG-obsessed of the world might also want to note that they also all got PhDs from MIT. That’s like, so, almost “skull and bones!”

As to why these guys have their jobs and the old jokers don’t, the obvious will be sure to be overlooked.


Serious and competent, they weigh up the pros and cons and study all of the documents before giving an opinion. They have a fondness for economics, but these luminaries who enter into the temple only after a long and meticulous recruitment process prefer to remain discreet.
Collectively they form an entity that is part pressure group, part fraternal association for the collection of information, and part mutual aid network. They are the craftsmen, masters and grandmasters whose mission is "to spread the truth acquired in the lodge to the rest of the world."
Ergo, would it not be a safe assumption that Goldman Sachs might, occasionally, either hire of make a competent employee? Or is that too much for the world’s fevered minds to digest, preferring their news to hint at Freemasonry?

In That Case, Where Can We Be?


• The Naked Man by Serguei: Overpopulation, filth, rapes, suicides…
Where are we? In a country at war?
• The Man in Uniform: No, Monsieur. We are in a French penitentiary.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

In His Very Own Saintly Words, Part VI

"Given the prevailing lack of discipline, it would have been impossible to use Congolese machine-gunners to defend the base from air attack: they did not know how to handle their weapons and did not want to learn,"

- Ernesto "Che" Guevara

Che Guevara-Like T-Shirts: Fans of Mandela Like to Forget That One of the ANC's Biggest Supporters Was Muammar Gaddafi


All over the world (including, and especially in, the United States proper), people love criticizing American foreign policy with an ironic smile while pointing out their double standards, real or alleged, with a cynical line of queries: "Why are the Americans obsessed with such-and-such a dictator and not the dictator of this other country?!" or, worse, "If they are taking on so-and-so, why, then, do they remain the allies of such-and-such son of a bitch?!"

It's an exercise that such people are much less inclined to hold vis-à-vis their own heroes, such as leftist icons. It's alright to sneer caustically about an American (even a leftist like Franklin Delano Roosevelt) for a cynical statement such as saying Such-and-Such "may be a son of a bitch, but he's our son of a bitch", but heaven forbid that the Left do that the same with distasteful allies on their own side.

All of which is witnessed by the Che Guevara-like T-shirts worn by ANC members in a Jerôme Delay (AFP) photo illustrating the Le Monde article of Christophe Châtelot: one of the greatest supporters of Nelson Mandela — thanked publicly by the South African leader on numerous occasions — was Muammar Gaddafi.

(Then again, the "Brotherly Guide of the First of September Great Revolution of the Socialist People's Libyan Arab Jamahiriya" — himself in the process of becoming for some an icon of the Left — seems to have had a history of supporting the Left's most lionized paragons…)

Monday, November 14, 2011

Gaz Ora No Gaz ?

Spittle emitting carbonation obsessed critics of America need to get a life.



You won't find me worried about "green, aware" Europe's nocturnal emmissions, just it's blatant arrogance in who they single out for criticism for things they fail miserably at.


The chart corellates with one very obvious thing. American use of domestic natural gas accomplishes a gread deal more than the fussbudgets' phoney idea that the only future possible is with their wind generators or solar panels installed, of all places, an part of the world as gloomy and dim as the north of Europe.

BHL, the Byron of Romantic France and the Emancipator of the Libyan People


As Bernard-Henri Lévy comes out with a book on the Libyan civil war, Natalie Nougayrède has an article in Le Monde evaluating the philosopher's role in French diplomacy. (In it, we learn that Nicolas Sarkozy was ready, if necessary, to intervene in Libya without a UN resolution, "as in Kosovo", but that's okay, because that kind of initiative is only scandalous when taken by conservative Americans.)
Longtemps, l'écrivain-militant a rêvé de faire l'Histoire. Son panthéon personnel, son imaginaire politique, ont toujours tourné autour de cette ambition : être l'acteur d'une grande cause, réveiller le mythe des brigades internationales de la guerre d'Espagne. De grandes figures le hantent comme autant de héros à imiter, à célébrer : Malraux, Izetbegovic le résistant de Sarajevo, Massoud le héros du Panchir...

… BHL apporte au président une théâtralité et une caution intellectuelle que Bernard Kouchner, le grand absent de l'intervention en Libye, aurait eu du mal à fournir : écarté du gouvernement, le défenseur patenté du droit d'ingérence apparaissait déjà comme une étoile déclinante.

… Car Nicolas Sarkozy a enterré d'une phrase, dès le 25 février, le "Guide" dont il s'était péniblement rapproché en 2007 : "Kadhafi doit partir." Il est le premier dirigeant occidental à s'inscrire dans une logique de changement de régime. Quelle meilleure occasion de balayer l'image désastreuse donnée par les ratages de sa diplomatie en Tunisie et en Egypte ? Il veut entraîner dans son sillage David Cameron. Le jeune premier ministre britannique pressent un moment "churchillien" et souhaite neutraliser les critiques qui l'assaillent sur sa politique étrangère jugée trop mercantile dans le monde arabe.

… Nicolas Sarkozy … n'exclut pas d'intervenir sans résolution de l'ONU, comme cela a été le cas en 1999 pour le Kosovo.

… Dans le livre qu'il publie, mercredi 9 novembre, La Guerre sans l'aimer (Grasset, 640 p., 22 euros), BHL n'écrit pas, noir sur blanc, que l'intervention armée n'aurait jamais eu lieu sans lui. Il en diffuse l'impression. Il répercute, au fil de son épopée libyenne, les commentaires des acteurs ou des observateurs convaincus que son activisme a été décisif. En premier lieu, les chefs de la rébellion libyenne, auxquels le philosophe a parfois servi de scribe, pour des déclarations ne manquant pas de féliciter Nicolas Sarkozy pour son action : la boucle était bouclée.

… Le président se sert du philosophe comme d'un puissant agent de promotion de sa politique. Si l'intellectuel n'est pas dupe, il entre de plain-pied dans son combat. Tel un barde, il apporte à Nicolas Sarkozy, clé en main, un récit lyrique : la comparaison avec la colonne Leclerc qui libéra Paris en 1944, la référence à Srebrenica qui ne fut pas sauvée, les "ratages" de François Mitterrand et de Jacques Chirac qu'il fallait corriger au nom des valeurs de la France...

Et peu importait, à ses yeux, le passé "kadhafiste" de certains membres du CNT, les mentions de la "charia", ou encore, la présence parmi les rebelles d'anciens soutiens d'Al-Qaida. Malgré des inquiétudes, rien n'a découragé le philosophe, grand pourfendeur de l'"islamo-fascisme", d'ériger les insurgés, en bloc, en combattants de la liberté.

Au-delà d'une méditation sur le bien et le mal et la peine des hommes à les départager dans l'Histoire, le récit déployé par BHL est une chanson de geste pour Nicolas Sarkozy. Un cadeau qu'aucune stratégie de communication de l'Elysée n'aurait pu égaler. L'entourage du président s'en délecte à l'avance : "Il y aura aussi le DVD !", se réjouit un proche, car un film doit suivre le livre.

Pour le philosophe, âgé de 63 ans, l'aventure libyenne est l'accomplissement de toute une vie. Il tient enfin le grand roman de la liberté. Après le calvaire de Sarajevo, après l'annulation de la visite de l'Afghan Massoud à Paris, après la non-ingérence armée au Darfour : la Libye, opération réussie ! BHL, en nouveau Byron romantique, s'est vu en émancipateur d'un peuple. En toute sincérité.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Will the European Union Meet the Same End as the Soviet Union?

Will the European Union meet the same ending as the Soviet Union did? asks François Heisbourg in Le Monde.
L'affirmation pourra surprendre, d'autant que la fin de l'empire soviétique fut vécue comme une libération, à l'inverse des sentiments qui accompagneraient la dissolution de notre Union.

Cependant, les processus de la déliquescence sont comparables. Dans les deux cas, nous assistons à la perte de vitalité économique, avec la même érosion de la croissance, malgré les différences entre les systèmes économiques en cause.

… Que l'euro meure et l'Union mourra. Et si l'euro revit et prospère, l'Union n'est pas assurée de survivre.

… Si l'horreur devait être au rendez-vous, ce serait plutôt celle des Balkans des années 1990.

Nos peuples, instruits par les expériences désastreuses du XXe siècle, ne se livreraient pas à ce type de tragédie. Leur sort serait plutôt celui du déclin et de la dépendance. La sécurité et la prospérité de nos pays seraient subordonnées aux exigences des grandes puissances, anciennes ou émergentes.

… Le sauvetage de l'euro par la création d'une eurozone fédérale poserait d'autres défis stratégiques. Comment concevoir une politique de sécurité et de défense européenne alors que le Royaume-Uni serait hors jeu et que les vues de la plupart de nos autres partenaires européens sont moins ambitieuses que celles de notre pays ? Comment éviter que les pays d'Europe centrale ne se trouvent à nouveaux condamnés à leur sort historique de glacis entre l'Europe occidentale et la Russie ? En sauvant l'euro, nous aurons une chance de bâtir une nouvelle Union.

In His Very Own Saintly Words, Part III

"Mexicans are a band of illiterate Indians."

- Ernesto "Che" Guevara