Wait! What!? Quebec Trumps Trudeau?

This is good news!

One commenter left some thoughts and information:

Canadian here… I can attest to the accuracy of your analyses of the political situation in Canada. I just wanted to add a couple of things…
On the Federal level, we have two main parties – Trudeau’s Liberal Party, and the Conservative Party of Canada. Of course, under normal circumstances, we would hope that the latter takes over from Trudeau’s Liberals in the next election, but increasingly, many of us Canadians have become disillusioned with the federal Conservative Party, calling them “Liberal-light” because there seems to be little difference between their platform and the Liberals.

Now a new party has been formed to challenge the two dominant parties, led by a politician from Quebec who was formerly a Conservative Party member but left. His name is Max Bernier. He is a libertarian who wants to reduce government and has made some stunning criticisms of Trudeau’s immigration policies and “extreme diversity”. He just formed a new party he is calling “The People’s Party of Canada”, and many of us are very excited about his platform. He seems to be starting out with a significant popularity measured at between 6% and 10% before the party has even been formally accredited. Keep your eyes on this!

Some commenters expressed concern over this new party as it might split the vote.

In reading the comments I learned more about Trudeau. I knew he was a teacher of some sort, but one person said he was a substitute teacher and another said he was a drama teacher. In American schools, a substitute drama teacher is a warm body.

In Navy parlance, a “warm body” was some room-temperature-IQ swabbie who could tell the difference between something that was on fire and something that wasn’t on fire. This was necessary when hulls were being stripped of old paint and the friction caused by high-speed electric metal tools used to remove the old the paint could reach high temperatures, potentially causing those metal hulls to ignite. Whether modern navies still do this is questionable, but if they do, it’s another vocation for Trudeau to consider. He’d definitely look cute in a sailor suit.

Canada’s prospects are looking up. But what will they do for laughs in the frozen north without Trudeau’s socks and outlandish ethnic costumes for amusement??

By the way, Dr. Turley says that YouTube has demonetized his channel. Quelle surprise! I think he has PayPal donations set up, in addition to his Patreon subscriptions.

Next Question?

A reader who prefers to remain anonymous sends this little anecdote…

Hillary Clinton goes to a gifted-student primary school in New York to talk about the world. After her talk she offers question time.

One little boy puts up his hand. Hillary asks him what his name is. “Kenneth,” he says.

“And what is your question, Kenneth?” she asks.

“I have three questions,” he says.

“First — whatever happened in Benghazi?

“Second — why would you run for president if you are not capable of handling two e-mail accounts?

“And, third — whatever happened to the missing six billion dollars while you were Secretary of State?”

Just then the bell rings for recess. Hillary informs the kiddies that they will continue after recess.

When they resume Hillary says, “Okay, where were we? Oh, that’s right, question time. Who has a question?”

A different boy — little Johnny — puts his hand up.

Hillary points to him and asks him what his name is.

“Johnny,” he says.

“And what is your question, Johnny?” she asks.

“I have five questions,” he says.

“First — whatever happened in Benghazi?

“Second — why would you run for president if you are not capable of handling two e-mail accounts?

“Third — whatever happened to the missing six billion dollars while you were Secretary of State?

“Fourth…

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A Minstrel Show on a German Street

In the following video you’ll see a group of men dressed up in blackface cavorting in a public square in Germany, making fun of “refugees”. Those WAYCISTS! I’m amazed they weren’t arrested and locked up. Actually, for all we know agents from the Federal Office for the Protection of the Constitution may well have paid a visit to these fellows later, after they went home…

Many thanks to MissPiggy for the translation, and to Vlad Tepes for the subtitling:

Video transcript:

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Racist Pig Conversations in London Pubs

Racist Pig Conversations in London Pubs

by El Inglés

‘See, I don’t actually have anything against the Muzzies themselves,’ said Rasher, leaning forward and putting his elbows firmly on the table. ‘I mean, at least they’re honest about it.’

‘They are honest, Rasher, they are,’ replied Smokey, in his usual placid tones. It was already past closing time in the small, rundown London pub Smokey had been running for the last fifteen years. Rasher and Smokey, old friends, were the only pigs left that night.

‘They don’t like us, and they admit they don’t like us. You have to respect that. It’s the bloody white people that bother me, Smokey. They pretend to have some sort of affection for us, but they make our lives a misery.’

‘They do create a lot of problems, Rasher, don’t they?’ said Smokey, always conciliatory in conversation. He drained the last of his pint of Guinness, and settled back into his seat to listen to what was clearly going to be another anti-white diatribe from his old friend.

‘If you’re taking some cash out of the ATM and you suddenly realize there’s someone behind you and you look around, who do you want to see — a white person or, say, a Somali? Come on, be honest…’ said Rasher with passion.

Smoky paused for thought and then replied: ‘A Somali.’ ‘Exactly!’ said Rasher, a triumphant look on his face. ‘No pig with half a brain wants to look round and see a white person standing there. God knows I’m not a racist, I’m just being honest, that’s all. Pakis, Arabs, Somalis, fine, whatever. But you never know where you stand with white people. They can just grab you, cut your head off, and chuck it through a mosque window.’

Smoky pulled a face. ‘I’m not sure,’ he said, hesitantly. ‘My mate Feathers is a chicken, and he’s more worried about black people, on the whole. He always crosses the street when he sees them coming. It’s the only way to stay off the menu around Jamaicans, around Nigerians…’. His voiced tailed off. ‘Big problem for chickens, it is, and things are getting worse. He’s had to move house twice this year.’

‘Fair enough, but we’re talking as pigs, right?’ objected Rasher. ‘And as a pig, it’s the white people you have to be careful around. Half a chance, and they’re making bacon out of you and saving your head for extra-curricular activities.’

Smoky took another drag on his cigarette as he stopped to ponder his friend’s words. He knew that Rasher was no racist. Rasher had always tried to take people as he found them, even white people with neck tattoos. But things had clearly reached breaking point.

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A Plea for Help From a Distressed Hungarian

The following humorous piece was published yesterday by a Hungarian news portal. CrossWare, who translated the article for Gates of Vienna, includes this introductory note:

This short, light sarcastic essay is from the portal 888.hu, essentially a reader’s letter, with a great sense of humor. As you know, the Soros soldier and MEP Judith Sargentini (from The Netherlands) compiled a report where she brings together all the smears she could find about Hungary. The usual stuff: a fascist dictatorship, where all the Hungarians’ rights are stomped on with an iron boot, Viktor Orbán eats children for breakfast, etc. etc. In the spirit of the report, the letter-writer has now prepared an answer from the “suffering” Hungarians.

The translated essay:

Sargentini, help! I would like to find refuge in Saudi Arabia

Reader’s opinion by: L.V.

August 23, 2018

We here in this little country embraced by the Carpathians look at you, almost ten million of us, with great hopes and excited expectations. You constantly say that you are worried about us Hungarians. Although this worry reminds us a bit of the atmosphere in the ‘50s when the ÁVH [the Communist Gestapo] agent welcomed the person of concern: “We have come for you, not against you!”

In that case a Hungarian already knew that this would be either a big and lengthy beating, internment, or maybe death … But before that, a little beating.

99.9999% of the Hungarian population listening to your words with suspicion, doubting that you wish us well and aim to benefit us. I want to be the first who is trying to believe you.

You are so highly respected, and you have done so much to make a better world, within which you have done almost everything to settle Muslims in Europe, and your determined efforts have certainly drawn the attention of the leaders of Saudi Arabia.

I would like to utilize the obviously very close friendship between you and the Muslim community. According to Mr. Juncker, “Solidarity is not a one-way street.” I am sure that what he meant by that was that if the EU shows solidarity with Muslim “refugees”, then Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Abu Dhabi, etc. will also show solidarity with the “fleeing” Christian refugees there.

So if you are so determined in the name of humanity to accept, in solidarity, Muslims as refugees, then you will be fighting for me with the same anger — as a first swallow — to have Saudi Arabia to accept me as a refugee.

You know, I am a small, low-income, quiet refugee from Central and Eastern Europe, and I just want to enjoy the same rights in Saudi Arabia which the United Nations, George Soros and you as his subordinate expect Europe to show the Muslim “refugees” here.

Please make contact as soon as possible with the competent leaders of Saudi Arabia, following the international principle of reciprocity, to provide guarantees for me before my flight. As for me, I AM entitled to, according to UN and EU principles, and which you certainly support with pure heart:

  • I want exactly the same benefits that every citizen gets in Saudi Arabia based on their fundamental rights.
  • Monthly fixed income of thousands of dollars for my bank account in Budapest.
  • A simple normal furnished home, 2200-2700 square feet in size, with a small pool and air conditioning.
  • A decent car, not a diesel! Because I’m environmentally friendly! Something normal like… an Audi Q6 or a Mercedes or something in a higher category. Sports cars are out of question. How could I get in and out of a Lamborghini, when I have too much sciatica? [EC President Jean-Claude Juncker said he has sciatica, and was (is) not drunk. In Hungary now everyone calls being drunk “having sciatica”.]
  • I want at least 17 plane tickets a year to Budapest, because while it is true that I want to escape from there, because of my fluid gender I sometimes feel that I just do not want to escape.
  • I want the right to family reunification, by which I mean to say that my relatives all get refugee status. We Hungarians are like a small family! Even our ancestors entered into a blood treaty, so we are almost ten million, and all of us are relatives in the end. Without any relatives, what would refugee status be worth?
  • 10 km away from my home there must be a pig farm. I like pork and I want to eat organic pork here as well. So let’s have at least 100 mangalica [a type of Hungarian pig] on the farm.
  • Have a Catholic church nearby! I also have the right to practice my religion! So I would go to church six times a week to thank God for providing me with such a golden life at the expense of others without doing any work.
  • I want to have a decent beach near my home, where on cooler days, I can spend the day with my female partner. We can sunbathe, she in her bikini, me in a loose bathing suit. Maybe if my girlfriend is not in the mood for the beach, I would like sit with the guys and have a beer on the beach, just like at home at Lake Balaton. Of course, a little fried pork sausage goes down just before beer.

If anything else comes to mind, I will let you know…

Dear Sargentini, who WANTS TO HELP HUNGARIANS so badly, that would be my simple, modest desire. If there were any worries about the costs in Saudi Arabia, then I could offer an alternative solution to Saudi Arabia with my refugees:

Saudi Arabia’s competent leaders should discuss with Soros a contingency that if the Hungarians were to stay at home, then Soros would give the Hungarians $100,000 per head to stay home. This is also a perfect win-win situation: we stay home, Soros plans and “helps” many people. Because “help” is what Soros, Juncker, Merkel, [Federica] Mogherini plan, and this is your intention, too.

OR NOT?

Ms. Sargentini, OR NOT?!

Another commenter translated the letter into German (CrossWare says “I am not sure about the quality”):

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Boris and the Burka

El Inglés uses the recent controversy over Boris Johnson’s remarks to introduce some little-known historical examples of Islamophobia.

Boris and the Burka

by El Inglés

Boris Johnson is at it again, it seems. Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the kitchen, Britain’s most/least-admired/hated (delete as appropriate) white, straight, male, privileged, politician has caused a stir by saying that Muslim women in burkas look like ‘bank-robbers’ and ‘letter-boxes.’

Given that no bank robber in the history of the world has ever actually looked like a letterbox, it seems clear that at least one of these two epithets must be inaccurate. Here, we will put that to one side and focus on the response to his comments.

One Lord Cooper, of whose existence I was unaware until fairly recently, communicated the following via Twitter in response to Boris’s comments:

The rottenness of Boris Johnson goes deeper even than his casual racism and his equally casual courting of fascism. He will advocate literally anything to play to the crowd of the moment.

Lord Cooper, which actually means Lord Barrelmaker, and is therefore a very weird title, had effectively accused Boris of being a fascist. Woop-de-doop. Another day, another fascist under the bed. So far, so original.

Let us ask, though: was the charge actually fair in this particular case? It is no secret that Boris is a gigantic, attention-seeking bellend. Could he also be a fascist?

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Whatever exactly one thinks of Johnson’s comments, we need to be clear about one thing: anti-Muslim feeling has by no stretch of the imagination been limited to fascists, historically speaking. People of all different political backgrounds have despised Islam equally. Let us consider a few examples here.

Ho Chi Minh — Communist and Islamophobe Extraordinaire

Ho Chi Minh was a hugely talented Islamophobe. According to his unauthorized biography Not That Type of Ho…, Ho was arrested for attacking a group of Algerian men with a meat cleaver during his days in Paris in the 1920s. He was quoted in his police statement as having said:

Why so many ****ing Muslims in Paris? Why they park all over sidewalk so no can pass? Why they shout at me and lady friend when we walk down street? Next time I kill even more, ****ing hate ****ing Muslims.

That hard-left sentiments and anti-Muslim bigotry often walk hand-in-hand is made abundantly clear by this tale of borderline psychotic Islamophobia.

Jane Austen — World-famous Victorian novelist and grand wizard-level Islamophobe

Jane Austen’s position as a greatly-loved English novelist seemed unassailable until 2014, when previously unknown letters of hers exposed her as a raving anti-Islamic nutcase. The following is a particularly choice demonstration of her unrelenting anti-letterbox bigotry.

I happened upon a most unlovely bearded bollockhead of a Mohammedan a few short days ago, whereupon I did immediately start screeching the vilest of slurs at him: goat****er, sand monkey, and others that quite escape me at present but that yielded great pleasure at the time. I went home feeling rather pleased with myself and enjoyed a celebratory scone with extra jam. Goat****ers everywhere these days, darling, you simply can’t imagine.

Pancho Villa — Mexican revolutionary Islamophobe

Not only an unreconstructed sombrero-wearer and tequila-drinker, Pancho Villa was well ahead of the curve as an Islamophobe too. An undercover documentary released on YouTube in 2013 constituted incontrovertible evidence of this. At one point, a voice, subsequently identified as Villa’s, is heard to say:

You haf to remeber wid de Moosleems dat dey dreenk de blod of two infeedels every day jos’ to stay alive, ese. We talkin’ bout som baaad hombres, hermano. In Mexico, we shoot on sight, no questions asked. No Moosleems in Mexico ese, an’ we aim to keep it dat way….

Edward the Third — Launcher of Hundred Years’ War against the French, and precocious Islamophobe

Edward the Third, when not busy battling the Valois dynasty for the French throne, was a tireless opponent of the Islamic religion and its adherents. Historians recently unearthed one of his angrier diatribes about the Muslims swarming his capital city. We quote from a post he made on Facebook in 1363:

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The Somalis, Post-Apocalypse

El Inglés muses on the role Somalis (especially Somali women) will play in Britain after the Apocalypse finally arrives.

The Somalis, Post-Apocalypse

by El Ingles

The Somalis themselves, of course, will not realize that the apocalypse has come. Indeed, they will have no sense that anything untoward has happened at all. Fire, brimstone, blistering heat, pestilence, plunder and mayhem: to them it will just seem like a normal day back in the Old Country.

When Western countries finally collapse into Islamically-induced chaos, flaming crosses burn in the sky, and marauding bands of lunatics ravage town and countryside in search of a sack of grain or a packet of Crunchies, the Somalis will just be hanging out in the streets as usual, wondering why all the white people are acting funny.

Prudence dictates that we determine what to do with these people. Their menfolk will simply take the disappearance of law enforcement as an excuse to muck around all day, whacked out of their heads on khat and walking into traffic. Nonetheless, this leaves unresolved the question of what to do with the women. And ultimately, the choice is a simple one: eat or keep.

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Many white men will be familiar with that sudden wave of despair and panic that skitters across the surface of the brain when a Somali comes into view on the streets of a European city. Oh God, they’re here. Can’t we get rid of them? Who left the door open? All the more disturbing is the occasional flicker of recognition that some Somali birds are actually quite attractive. Even a foaming-at-the-mouth white supremacist like me has felt that familiar stirring upon seeing a fine Somali specimen on the streets of London. Reader, it is the only true form of cultural enrichment.

Our investigation of best-practice interactions with Somali females in post-apocalyptic situations has incorporated a wide array of stress-tested methodologies and techniques geared to leveraging our unique assets and experiences in optimising calorific intake vs. reproductive potential. We are therefore well-positioned to provide key stakeholders with necessary decision-making modalities in competitive, time-poor environments in which unrelated actors act not necessarily in the interests of said stakeholders. In this paper, we use real-world data to highlight the ways in which timely and appropriate decision-making in your interactions with Somali females could be the key to maximising the biological utility of both yourself and your posterity.

In other words, when the apocalypse is upon us, you will have to decide quite quickly whether to eat or keep a given Somali female, all the while fending off your neighbour’s attempts to strangle you and eat your intestines. Here we look at three ‘British’ Somali birds and try and decide whether they’re eaters or keepers. We’ve done the research so that you don’t have to. Let’s get stuck in.

Maya Jama

Instagram girl and social media fireball, best-known for her retweeting of jokes mocking dark-skinned women

Advantages:

1.   Half-Swedish, so you can always play the ‘she’s not really black’ game when you bring her round to meet your parents.
2.   Stonking hot. I mean, Google her.
3.   Half-Somali, so you can always play the ‘I’m so daring, I’m with a black girl’ game when you’re down at the pub.
4.   Stonking hot, in case I didn’t already say it.
 

Disadvantages:

1.   Nothing springs to mind.
 

Verdict: A keeper for sure. Gets into trouble on Twitter, but that will be inactive anyway during the apocalypse. Stick her in the back of your wagon and tell your minions to take her to your castle.

Fahma Mohamed

Anti-FGM campaigner and Guardian-backed wunderkind

Advantages:

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Chapter 2: Watching Liberals Tie Themselves Into Illiberal Knots

By their own logic, liberals have to quit wielding the brush when they find they’ve painted themselves into The Krazy Korner. Dr Turley explains what they’ve done regarding Alex Jones (and, en passant, Tommy Robinson). As I do, Dr T. thinks this is not the last act:

A conundrum for the Left. A battle in which they are hoist with their own petard.
The non-Left need do nothing but observe their ‘the-end-justifies-any-means’ frenzied antics.

What’s not to love?

Trump’s Visit to the UK: Paul Weston’s Commentary

Paul’s video went up several days ago, so it’s a bit out-of-date for “breaking” news. I so utterly sympathize with his being late to the party. I’m always late; it takes time to consider events, “breaking” or not.

I tried to have this begin just prior to the point where some Brit TV reader “interviews” Sebastian Gorka [you can push it back to the beginning if you like; some good moments there]. As Paul noticed, Gorka was laughing at this fellow…it was almost a ROTFLMAO moment. That is wasn’t moreso is due to Gorka’s self-control since this little beaver isn’t required to listen or think, but his utter lack of self-awareness here is at least of clinical significance. Fascinating for the rest of us. He just rolls on like The-Little-Engine-That-Could. Whadda moron.

I feel sorry for anyone in the UK who has a TV.

RE: Mr. Gorka. He served in the British military as a part-time volunteer, in Intelligence. He also worked for the Hungarian government – and previously, for Viktor Orban, during his time in Hungary. Gorka’s family comes from Hungary, so of course he’s a nationalist. NO, that doesn’t make him an anti-Semite, any more than it does us.

The put-downs and smears of Gorka by the Vast Leftwing Loudmouths are just the price people pay for being part of Trump’s attempts to drain The Swamp.

Denmark’s Yuge Sense of Humor

This is a good example of the Danish ability to laugh at themselves and others. This time “others” is (mostly) Donald Trump, but it’s a broad brush they have, managing to paint the Netherlands, too.

Some good sight gags, to boot.

I love the Danes, the last sane country in Western Europe.

NOTE: Leave the subtitle button on…unless you speak Danish, of course. Wrong. The B told me that and I forgot to check for myself. Them Danes already put it in English, but the TV people make you click on the YouTube video itself.

Oh, please don’t tell me you’ve seen it already. Except for ketogenic diets and Angelina Jordan, I don’t get to YouToob much.

Big Sibling Strikes Again

I can’t call it “Big Brother”, because that would be sexist and patriarchal. And Google is just one of the three Big Siblings of our time, the others being Facebook and Twitter.

The old blogspot version of Gates of Vienna has been dormant for a long time — we moved here to our very own domain more than five and a half years ago. Nevertheless, it seems the old blog continues to offend the sensitive, because we just received this entertaining email from Google:

Hello,

Google has been notified that content in your blog contains allegedly infringing content that may violate the rights of others and the laws of their country. The infringing content that has been made unavailable can be found at the end of this message. For more information about this removal and how it affects your blog, please visit https://support.google.com/blogger/bin/answer.py?l=en&answer=2402711.

The notice that we received, with any personally identifying information removed, will be posted online by a service called Lumen at https://www.lumendatabase.org. You can search for the notice associated with the removal of your content by going to the Lumen page, and entering in the URL of the blog post that was removed. If you have legal questions about this notification, you should consult your legal advisor.

Terms of Service: https://www.google.com/intl/en/policies/terms/
Content Policy: https://www.blogger.com/content.g

The Google Team

Urls affected:
http://gatesofvienna.blogspot.com/2007/08/ironic-rondellhund.html
http://gatesofvienna.blogspot.com/2007/09/lars-vilks-earns-his-fatwa.html
http://gatesofvienna.blogspot.com/2007/09/lars-vilks-speaks-out.html

Countries affected:
Pakistan

I don’t really understand what action Google has taken, or is planning to take. Will they delete the offending posts entirely? Or just block them on gatesofvienna.blogspot.pk?

In any case, copies of the same content will continue to exist on the current site. Presumably those Pakistani luminaries know that, but don’t (yet) have the clout to force the removal of the material from gatesofvienna.net.

In case they’ve been removed by the time you read this, here are the three posts in question at their new URLs:

Those should remain live, at least until Hillary gets elected in 2020 and cracks down on the independent service providers, forcing them to close the accounts of customers who publish “hate content”.

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The notice from Google prompted me to take a walk down memory lane and revisit our material on Lars Vilks and the Modoggies. We began following the uproar over Mr. Vilks’ rondellhundar within a few days after they first appeared in public. He didn’t start earning death fatwas until the first one was published in the newspaper Nerikes Allehanda (the image to the right). That was enough to trigger Islamic outrage all over the world.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Not all of our readers were following the Modoggie saga back in 2007, so I’d best start at the beginning.

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Trump and Brexit

Seems as though once-Great Britain has just experienced a series of Trump stinkbombs, the biggest of which is his public callout of PM May.

She must be seething and Boris Johnson must be showing all his teeth.

My favorite of Trump’s stinkers was his denouncement of Sadiq Khan. But you’ll look long and hard on Google to find it. Same with Duck Duck Go. I don’t have the patience to look for the quote I saw regarding London’s soaring crime rate but it’s out there if you parse your search just right.

Wait till Scotland gets to tell him what they think of his golf course. Watch hiim do battle with the nay-sayers. Must be his heritage on his mother’s side.

Does This Drone Make Me Look Fat?

If you’re an impresario who wants to stage a fashion show in Saudi Arabia, you obviously can’t have any of those lascivious harlots parading down the runway in skimpy attire in front of men who are not their fathers, brothers, uncles, or sons. So what to do?

A Saudi entrepreneur has found an ingenious solution: use special-purposed drones to carry the garments through the room above the heads of the audience, creating what Vlad calls “Ghost Wives”.

This would have seemed a far-fetched gag if it appeared in a late-night TV spoof. Yet here it is — you definitely can’t make this excrement up:

Hat tip: Vlad Tepes.