Eternal Sonata 1

Chopin on deathbed
Hears Eternal Sonata
With monster battles.

Slow Bloom

Afternoon is slow
Flowers bloom in plastic tube
Horizontal life.

After a Spring Shower

Raindrops drip from leaves.
Drinking beer on balcony
After spring shower.

House Fly

Buzzing of house fly.
Heard while lying down reading.
First of the season.

Rejecting Islam

I was just listening to a program on Radio Netherlands' 'The State We're In' about the German group The Central Council of Ex-Muslims. This was an interesting program since I only recently learned that Muslims who renounce their faith risk execution. In fact, Islamic Sharia law states that a sane male apostate must be executed, while a female apostate may be executed or imprisoned (see also Apostasy in Islam).

Sex With Daughters

A fundamentalist church pastor had sex with two of his teenage daughters for nearly ten years to educate them on how to be good wives, a South Australian court has heard. The 54-year-old man, who cannot be named, has been jailed for 8 1/2 years after pleading guilty to incest and unlawful sexual intercourse. - AAP
- from Sydney Morning Herald 31 August 2007

Opinion: These girls should consider themselves lucky they were not born into a Muslim family - let's say in Somalia, or Saudi Arabia - because, although bad enough they were used for the sexual gratification of daddy dearest, these indignities would have been shortly followed by the arrival of the girls' brothers to pass judgment upon them, to wit: these shameless FEMALE nymphomaniacs used their shapely-yet-demonic FEMININE wiles to seduce and confuse the COMPLETELY INNOCENT old patriarch into believing they were a couple of hot sluts, begging for a porking from Papa. The girls would then be summarily slaughtered, and praise Allah and his Prophet for their infinite wisdom!

9/11 Big Muslim Party Day

September 11, 2001. That was the day muslim retards hi-jacked and flew jets into two enormous New York City buildings. The good news was that they eliminated their worthless idiot retard selves from this world; the bad news was that in the process they caused the deaths of thousands of innocent people.
Until recently I believed that it was only a minority of muslim retards that hated non-muslims and wanted them dead. Now I know that this is the core of their 'religion'. The truth is that muslim retards are instructed by their 'infallible' leader to offer infidels (non-muslims) islam, and if they refuse, they must agree to pay extra tax money to these retards. If they refuse to pay extra tax money to these conquering retards, the muslim retards are instructed to fight the non-muslim infidels until death.

To all freedom-loving people on this day, I invite you to join me in telling those muslim retards to go fuck a camel :]

Geri's Birthday Haikus (Tideland Flavour)

Hey, it's your birthday.
Time to party with doll heads.
Wear some Fashion Jeans.

Birthdays are cRaZy.
Classique steals my fairy bread.
Doll heads misbehave.

Islamist Intimidation

What Should the Free World Do While Facing Islamist Intimidation?

A very good short essay by Robert Redeker, French writer and philosophy teacher who is currently in hiding, under police protection, as a result of death threats he received from an Islamist website.

Infidel II

There's another excellent passage in Infidel (see 'Infidel' post below) I'd like to share because it deals with - in a perfectly amusing way - the idea of Muslim women having to cover up, to not expose any skin or hair, for if men see a woman in revealing clothing they will be driven into an uncontrollable sexual frenzy (which of course is the woman's fault), and if this happens on a large scale, in a city for instance, the result will be fitna, or total chaos, anarchy.

This part of the book is where Ayaan Hirsi Ali has travelled to Holland - she is supposed to be on her way to Canada to join her new husband in an arranged marriage that was forced on her and that she wants no part of. At this point she has realised that her only chance for a life of freedom is to stay in Europe. She is staying at a refugee processing centre sharing a bungalow with Ethiopian girls.

Growing up in Nairobi, everyone knew about Ethiopians: they seemed to have sex whenever they felt like it. There was a house of young Ethiopian refugees down the road from us, and people used to say they went at it like goats, all the time. The Ethiopians would insult the Somalis in return, saying Somalis don't know how to enjoy sex and are all frustrated, that's why they're always fighting people. This kind of caricature very much informed how we felt about Christians, because Somalis and Ethiopians have always been at each other's throats, since time began.

"Why should I uncover my naked skin?" I asked Mina. "Don't you have any shame? What are you hoping to achieve walking around undressed? Don't you know how it affects men?"

"I wear these skirts because I like having pretty legs," said Mina. "They won't be pretty for long, and I want to enjoy them." She shook one at me and said, "If anyone else enjoys them, so much the better."

I couldn't believe it. I said, "This is precisely the opposite of what I have been brought up to believe." And all of them, because all the girls had gathered around by now, chimed in, "But why? Why are all you Muslims so difficult?"

"But if men see women dressed like you are now, with your arms bare and everything naked, then they will become confused and sexually tempted," I told them. "They will be blinded by desire."

The girls began laughing, and Mina said, "I don't think it's really like that. And you know, if they get tempted, that's not such a big deal."

By then I was wailing, because I could see what was coming, but I said, "But they won't be able to work, and the buses will crash, and there will be a state of total fitna!"

"So why is there not a state of total chaos everywhere around us, here, in Europe?" Mina asked.

It was true. All I had to do was use my eyes. Europe worked perfectly, every bus and clock of it. Not the first tremor of chaos was detectible. "I don't know," I said helplessly. ""It must be because these are not really men."

"Oh? They are not really men, these big strong blond Dutch workers?" By this time the Ethiopian girls were almost weeping with laughter at the bumpkin that I was. They thought it was such Muslim bullshit. We Muslims were always boasting about something or other, but our whole culture was sexually frustrated. And who on earth did I think I was to personally wreak fitna on the world? They were friendly, because they knew it wasn't my fault I felt this way, but they really let me have it.

I got up and put on my headscarf, and stood at the doorway of the bungalow. A group of Bosnian asylum seekers lived a little farther on, and they were talking in the sun. These woman were supposed to be Muslim, but they were really almost naked, wearing short shorts and T-shirts with not even a bra, so you could see their nipples. Men worked nearby, or sat and talked to them quite normally, apparently not even noticing them. I stared at them for a long time, thinking, Could there be some truth to what the Ethiopian girls had said?

Lucky! Lucky!

I just checked my email and guess what? I can expect a visit from the 'big dik fairy'.

I'm going to bed early tonight!

Let's Do Mail Art!

Okay look, this is the absolute coolest blog I have seen in a v. long time. Mail art! I posted something at a red mailbox this afternoon and somebody had written DO MAIL ART! YES TERRY! WILL DO MAIL ART! or something like that, I didn't have my fone so I couldn't take a foto, but got home and Googled it and Wiki'd 'mail art' and found this and have been looking at it jaw on keyboard for the last twenty minutes. It is so WONDERFUL. Does anybody wanna do this? I have an IRRESISTIBLE URGE to artify an envelope and mail it to somebody, domestically or overseas. Or you can start and I will send one back to you. Mail art me at:

Stratu
PO Box 93
Paddington NSW 2021
Australia

Do it! Do it!

Liver Battle

8:54pm Saturday night.
Beer and beer nuts.
Iron Chef returned tonight.
Already seen it.
Worst episode ever:
Liver Battle.

Infidel

Right now I'm reading a book called Infidel, the memoir of Ayaan Hirsi Ali. I became aware of her when Theo van Gogh was shot and stabbed to death in 2004. Theo (great grandson of the brother of Vincent van Gogh) was a filmmaker and with Ayaan Hirsi Ali made a short film criticising the (inherently Islam-sanctioned) abuse of Muslim women.

Muslims (and Islam) often get a bad rap these days, and they complain about the unfairness of it all, but is it surprising when we learn about this stuff?

Ali grew up in Somalia, an exclusively Islamic African nation. I had heard of the practice of female circumcision, and it sounded cruel and barbaric. In her book Ali describes the procedure (called 'excision' here). She knows about it because it was done to her. Her father and mother were against the practice, but her grandmother wanted it done, so she waited until Mother and Father were both out of the house on a trip and organised it herself. In this operation, the clitoris is snipped off, the labia sliced off then sewn together, leaving only a small hole for urinating. Many girls die from infection. If they don't die, they experience at least a week of excruciating pain while the scar tissue forms. Later, when the girl grows up and is married (usually an arranged marriage, often to a man many years older than herself), on the wedding night the bride and groom go into the bedroom with all the family waiting outside. The man must push his penis through the scar tissue, but sometimes he can't do it so the bride has to be taken to hospital to have it done surgically. But if the man manages it, he grabs the bloody sheet and races outside to display it to the families impatiently waiting outside, and receives loud applause, the womenfolk ululating triumphantly.

There are many other examples throughout the book of alarming cruelty and inhumanity.

Example:

It was horrible. Everyone in that camp called themselves Muslims and yet nobody helped these women in the name of Allah. Everyone was praying - even the woman in that hut had been praying - but no one showed compassion.

Example:

Most unmarried Somali girls who got pregnant committed suicide. I knew of one girl in Mogadishu who poured a can of gasoline over herself in the living room, with everyone there, and burned herself alive. Of course, if she hadn't done this, her father and brothers would probably have killed her anyway.

These are ostensibly religious, devout people. I would say they are no such thing. Rather call them 'savages', their concept of Allah, or God, completely perverse and corrupt, even 'demonic', 'evil'. They are cowardly, morally bankrupt, theologically retarded, emotionally cockroach-like, and, ultimately, an abomination and blot on the face of humanity.

For shame!

P.S. I urge you to read this important book.

My Mother Is Cool

I was talking to my mother on the phone last night and the subject of those Chaser boys came up. They managed to get past two security checkpoints in the APEC red zone yesterday. They had a black limo, four dudes dressed as CIA dudes running alongside the car, and inside one of them was dressed up as Osama bin Laden. They were waved through two security checkpoints without being stopped to show ID.
All the police and security forces have been saying how serious it was, and not funny, that because of the snipers all over the city, one of the Chaser boys could have been shot dead.
My mother said, "On the news they are saying that it wasn't funny, but I think it was funny!"
It was funny, and I have the coolest mother :]

Late Night Discovery

Tonight I was surprised to find how well beer went with licorice.

Helicopter With Sniper

It's APEC week here in Sydney and many world leaders have arrived to discuss the pressing issues of the times. The skies over the city are almost constantly buzzing with the sound of helicopter rotors.
This afternoon in the office we heard one of these helicopters get louder and louder until it sounded like it was going to land on the roof.
I went outside to have a look. L and D were there looking up at it. I speculated that it was a SWAT team or something, and asked D what was the name of the special forces we had here, and he said SAS. He pointed at something sticking out of the side door and said it was a gun. I said it was a sniper gun for sure. On the news last night they revealed that many of the city's tallest buildings have snipers on the roof.
The helicopter hovered there for a long time and we all wondered what they were doing. D said that he heard Bush was visiting the Maritime Museum and they had probably got that museum confused with ours, and that seemed like a good guess when the helicopter finally moved off in the direction of the Maritime Museum.
It was exciting, transforming an otherwise uneventful afternoon.

Blurry Horror Stratu

December 2006, Gold Coast, Queensland.
(sent to me by Brother Mikel.)

Was That You, Candybar?

ES. James, was that you who said "Whee!" in my comments field the other day, or a different Simon? If it was you, did you get the Murakami book and the other stuff? I figured that you moved somewhere else and that my stuff was being gratefully received by a complete stranger (or more like thrown in the trash with a cranky "WTF?")
Anyway, whatever, and all that jazz. But if you or anybody feels an urge to write, you can email me at sstratu [at] gmail [dot] com (the Lycos account has been consigned to the pit).

Little-Known TV Fact

When TVs first appeared, it was not uncommon for people to sit directly in front of them day and night to make sure they [the 'TV people'] did not disappear.
-from Stratu's 'Research Notes' vol. XXIII