The "Innocence" of Idiots

Izzie truly believes that sacred cows make the best burgers. So what a tasty feast there has been in the last few weeks. Even in normally peaceful Australia protesters have been rampaging on the streets while their kids barely out of nappies held placards calling for the beheading of those who insult their prophet. Izzie thinks it would not be a bad idea to save just such a punishment for the more militant protesters. Not just their heads but the hands that wrote those placards along with the rest of them. We would then toss the lot into the mincer and serve them up as pork sausages with a nice cold beer

Had the sneaking suspicion that like certain cartoons, this movie had been around for a while before some Mullah decided to give it extra publicity for his own nefarious purposes. This cynical serpent wouldn’t put it past some pathetic Pakistani politician to distract attention from the real crime of letting 260 workers burn in hell while the boss slinks off into the sunset or at worst gets a slap with a wet lettuce leaf. Nice to know some people have got their priorities right.

It’s far more important to accuse mentally impaired members of a minority of blasphemy or to declare national days of worship for their prophet than to bother with health and safety regulations and much less to properly enforce them.

Been a bit preoccupied with assignments and stuff but finally got around to googling a certain movie to see what all the fuss was about. Thanks to a sucky slow internet service it took ages to feast on the freakery. Had to check several times just to make sure it really was kosher and not some hatchet job created to stoke the flames of intolerance

This isn’t the Protocol of the Elders of Zion or even “The Life of Brian” If only it was a zillionth as funny. Oh it was hilarious but for all the wrong reasons

Was falling about in fits of hysterical laughter. Some things are so bad that they are good. This movie is even beyond that. Totally camp and kitsch. It is seriously hard corn. So pathetically mutant that even Monsanto would be incapable of producing such a monstrosity

There is some brain dead boof head army bloke and a horde of other critters all claiming to be some incarnation or other of Mohammed. Then there’s all the paste on Santa Claus beards, actors just slapped onto sand and tent backgrounds almost floating in the air and some seriously hammy acting.

If these actors declared that two plus two is four the Izzie would be getting out her calculator. That is how credible they were. How anyone could get their knickers in a knot over this film is beyond belief.

But just when you think it could not get any more ridiculous decided to turn on the captions. That elevated it to stratospheric levels of silliness.

But what so seriously amuses this serpent, one would swear that all these protesters were being paid by the producer. Sam Bacle might be a crappy film maker but he is a marketing genius. On the last count the Youtube page had more than ten million views.
As for the comments, they are of a similar intelligence level of the movie itself especially from those who oppose it.

If there is one way to guarantee that millions of people will watch this Z rate effort, then making such a murderous fuss about it is just the right way to go about it.

There is far more dignity in simply ignoring such silliness and turning the other cheek. Their rampaging and rioting in the streets has proven the very point that the film maker wanted to make
It is one thing to expect believers to observe certain protocols concerning the depiction of their prophet but once they go demanding the same behaviour from the infidels and everyone else then they are guaranteed to annoy the hell out of us. And since their poor sensitive little buttons are so easy to push then that is exactly what any self respecting iconoclast will do.

They should fight words with words not guns and bombs. Surely some one in Saudi Arabia could fund some defamatory film about Jesus or some American sacred cows to give them a taste of their own medicine. It could be pretty damned awful and still be not as stupid as the one they are so fussing over. But then no one would bother watching it. What they really need is the Monty Python mob.

Izzie’s favourite films of all time is still “Jesus of Montreal” Cannot help but wonder what Denys Arcand would have made of the life of Mohammed and what the mob’s reaction to it would be

The "Innocence" of Idiots

Izzie truly believes that sacred cows make the best burgers. So what a tasty feast there has been in the last few weeks. Even in normally peaceful Australia protesters have been rampaging on the streets while their kids barely out of nappies held placards calling for the beheading of those who insult their prophet. Izzie thinks it would not be a bad idea to save just such a punishment for the more militant protesters. Not just their heads but the hands that wrote those placards along with the rest of them. We would then toss the lot into the mincer and serve them up as pork sausages with a nice cold beer

Had the sneaking suspicion that like certain cartoons, this movie had been around for a while before some Mullah decided to give it extra publicity for his own nefarious purposes. This cynical serpent wouldn’t put it past some pathetic Pakistani politician to distract attention from the real crime of letting 260 workers burn in hell while the boss slinks off into the sunset or at worst gets a slap with a wet lettuce leaf. Nice to know some people have got their priorities right.

It’s far more important to accuse mentally impaired members of a minority of blasphemy or to declare national days of worship for their prophet than to bother with health and safety regulations and much less to properly enforce them.

Been a bit preoccupied with assignments and stuff but finally got around to googling a certain movie to see what all the fuss was about. Thanks to a sucky slow internet service it took ages to feast on the freakery. Had to check several times just to make sure it really was kosher and not some hatchet job created to stoke the flames of intolerance

This isn’t the Protocol of the Elders of Zion or even “The Life of Brian” If only it was a zillionth as funny. Oh it was hilarious but for all the wrong reasons

Was falling about in fits of hysterical laughter. Some things are so bad that they are good. This movie is even beyond that. Totally camp and kitsch. It is seriously hard corn. So pathetically mutant that even Monsanto would be incapable of producing such a monstrosity

There is some brain dead boof head army bloke and a horde of other critters all claiming to be some incarnation or other of Mohammed. Then there’s all the paste on Santa Claus beards, actors just slapped onto sand and tent backgrounds almost floating in the air and some seriously hammy acting.

If these actors declared that two plus two is four the Izzie would be getting out her calculator. That is how credible they were. How anyone could get their knickers in a knot over this film is beyond belief.

But just when you think it could not get any more ridiculous decided to turn on the captions. That elevated it to stratospheric levels of silliness.

But what so seriously amuses this serpent, one would swear that all these protesters were being paid by the producer. Sam Bacle might be a crappy film maker but he is a marketing genius. On the last count the Youtube page had more than ten million views.
As for the comments, they are of a similar intelligence level of the movie itself especially from those who oppose it.

If there is one way to guarantee that millions of people will watch this Z rate effort, then making such a murderous fuss about it is just the right way to go about it.

There is far more dignity in simply ignoring such silliness and turning the other cheek. Their rampaging and rioting in the streets has proven the very point that the film maker wanted to make
It is one thing to expect believers to observe certain protocols concerning the depiction of their prophet but once they go demanding the same behaviour from the infidels and everyone else then they are guaranteed to annoy the hell out of us. And since their poor sensitive little buttons are so easy to push then that is exactly what any self respecting iconoclast will do.

They should fight words with words not guns and bombs. Surely some one in Saudi Arabia could fund some defamatory film about Jesus or some American sacred cows to give them a taste of their own medicine. It could be pretty damned awful and still be not as stupid as the one they are so fussing over. But then no one would bother watching it. What they really need is the Monty Python mob.

Izzie’s favourite films of all time is still “Jesus of Montreal” Cannot help but wonder what Denys Arcand would have made of the life of Mohammed and what the mob’s reaction to it would be

Heaven and Hell

Last Thursday was a glorious crisp and crunchy sunny spring day. Not too hot and not too cold. A veritable Goldilocks day. It was perfect weather for a picnic in the park at the top end of town. But that particular activity was already scheduled for the very next day.

Thursday evening would be spent at a discussion group on the topic of “What makes us tick”. So it made sense to find some place to lurk near the bus route. The first visit to the group’s new meeting venue way back in May had made it quite obvious that this was not a place to linger any longer than necessary. It too had been a beautiful sunny day but a bit crisper and colder than at this time of year. But being unsure of exactly where the new meeting place was and how long the bus took to get there, decided to make a day of it rather than just timing it to turn up an hour or so before the 6.30pm start

It took a week to recover a visit to the hell hole that is the Galleria shopping centre. Izzie hates large shopping complexes at the best of times but this place is just so enormous, so noisy and crowded and infested with rug rats and squealing rampaging beasties.

The group used to meet in a cafe right next to the train line in a pretty old suburb with lots of spooky little streets and interesting locations to lurk. Was most peeved indeed when they changed their opening hours to match the rest of the nanny cafes in the area meaning that the venue was no longer suitable for long and rambling discussions about life, the universe and everything.
So the grand plan was to lurk in a lovely old bit of the city and to catch the bus around 4pm in order to avoid the worst of the rush hour traffic. It would also be an opportunity to find some interesting locations for lunch.

Been trying out various cheap and cheerful Asian restaurants in the search for kosher cuisine suitable for vegetarian serpents. Figured it was time to broaden the horizons beyond dahl and basmati rice.
Chinese vegetarian food is generally bland. The only spice option seems to be chili and more chili. Malaysian and Indonesian seem to have the best of both worlds with both a Chinese and Indian influence along with one marvelous magical ingredient - satay sauce.

Found a pretty poky but seriously cheap and cheerful Indonesian joint on the north side of town. The owner is very friendly and the food is cheap but decent. In spite of the low prices it is not your average greasy spoon. It also happens to be a short walk away from a gorgeous little cafe on Lincoln Street overlooking a spooky art deco cooling tower.

Izzie likes the quiet quirky places that are just off the beaten track and these two are little gems. It is also wonderful to walk along the side streets looking at the gorgeous old houses and gardens.

( slinking and snooping )

Heaven and Hell

Last Thursday was a glorious crisp and crunchy sunny spring day. Not too hot and not too cold. A veritable Goldilocks day. It was perfect weather for a picnic in the park at the top end of town. But that particular activity was already scheduled for the very next day.

Thursday evening would be spent at a discussion group on the topic of “What makes us tick”. So it made sense to find some place to lurk near the bus route. The first visit to the group’s new meeting venue way back in May had made it quite obvious that this was not a place to linger any longer than necessary. It too had been a beautiful sunny day but a bit crisper and colder than at this time of year. But being unsure of exactly where the new meeting place was and how long the bus took to get there, decided to make a day of it rather than just timing it to turn up an hour or so before the 6.30pm start

It took a week to recover a visit to the hell hole that is the Galleria shopping centre. Izzie hates large shopping complexes at the best of times but this place is just so enormous, so noisy and crowded and infested with rug rats and squealing rampaging beasties.

The group used to meet in a cafe right next to the train line in a pretty old suburb with lots of spooky little streets and interesting locations to lurk. Was most peeved indeed when they changed their opening hours to match the rest of the nanny cafes in the area meaning that the venue was no longer suitable for long and rambling discussions about life, the universe and everything.
So the grand plan was to lurk in a lovely old bit of the city and to catch the bus around 4pm in order to avoid the worst of the rush hour traffic. It would also be an opportunity to find some interesting locations for lunch.

Been trying out various cheap and cheerful Asian restaurants in the search for kosher cuisine suitable for vegetarian serpents. Figured it was time to broaden the horizons beyond dahl and basmati rice.
Chinese vegetarian food is generally bland. The only spice option seems to be chili and more chili. Malaysian and Indonesian seem to have the best of both worlds with both a Chinese and Indian influence along with one marvelous magical ingredient - satay sauce.

Found a pretty poky but seriously cheap and cheerful Indonesian joint on the north side of town. The owner is very friendly and the food is cheap but decent. In spite of the low prices it is not your average greasy spoon. It also happens to be a short walk away from a gorgeous little cafe on Lincoln Street overlooking a spooky art deco cooling tower.

Izzie likes the quiet quirky places that are just off the beaten track and these two are little gems. It is also wonderful to walk along the side streets looking at the gorgeous old houses and gardens.

( slinking and snooping )