Re: pseudo-experts on GM
Michael Balter wrote:
I guess Robert is saying that the
movements against GMOs and nukes should be exclusively of men, by men,
and for men, and then we could be sure of the accuracy of their
statements. Or did I read this wrong?
knows perfectly well that what I said did not resemble what he now
"guesses". He is deliberately misrepresenting the
argument. Nobody I know of advocates anything resembling what
Michael now raves.
who have gained power illegitimately, thru illogic, will foster
illogic as a track-covering smokescreen. The fad of incoherent
power-plays has mainly been used by wimminsLibbers (I use one of their
spellings), and most men have been humouring them, motivated by vague
guilt. All thru this few decades of delusion, decent women have
stood out in many realms.
always (more than anyone I know of) pointed to Ruth Hubbard, and the
superb Dorothy Nelkin, as leading critics of GM. My ref. no. 1
is often Francine Simring's Science 192 940 (1976)
(letter drawing the nuclear/GE analogy). It is a dirty lie to
accuse me of misogyny. It is because I am pro-women that
I point out the wreckage wrought by this ghastly ideology.
Michael's drivel illustrates handily the main tactic of those
who try to defend the indefensible ideology. They routinely
resort to personal insults and gross misrepresentations of the
argument against "femin"ism, in order to avoid coming to
grips with the facts on that ideology.
thus illustrates the role I mentioned
Surrounded by buffer-zones of wimps, these harpies
plunge on recklessly with error-strewn utterances ...
listees will not recognise the politicians I list below (some of them
pictured in the attached magazine cover), but should get the msg
anyway. Those listed are all notoriously incompetent &/or
Journalist Geoffrey Cox, M.A. Otago, was a Rhodes scholar
1932, later chief intelligence officer for Gen. Freyberg, and then
head of news for ITN, knighted 1966, rtd 1976.
In 1934 he did a drop of 'reality journalism' in a Nazi
volunteer labour camp. On the way there from Oxford he visited
from Encounter with Storm Troops, ch.
in 'Eyewitness - a
memoir of Europe in the 1930s'
U of Otago Press 1999
... a broad main thoroughfare ... it was nearly midnight - it
was ill lit and there was no traffic. Marching down the roadway,
close to the pavement, was a detachment of some thirty or forty Storm
Troopers, one of many such units which had been passing along the
Berlin streets thoughout the evening, on their way to entrain for
Nuremberg and the Party Rally. As they approached the corner the
three or four passers-by on the pavement turned and held their arms
out in salute. But I was determined to do nothing of the kind.
In what I realise must have seemed a deliberately provocative gesture,
I thrust my hands in my pockets and stood, feet apart, at the
Murmurs rose from the marching ranks, and the squad leader
called them to a halt. Three or four men rushed towards me.
I pulled out my passport, and turned towards the leader, saying, 'I am
an Englishman.' As he bent down to look at the passport, I saw
him give a swift signal. Out of the corner of my eye two men
detached themselves from the rear rank, and moved out of my range of
view. A moment later I was struck heavily on the back of the
head. I came to a minute or two later on the pavement, to hear
the tramp of the squad marching on their way. One of the
onlookers picked me up and took me into a nearby chemist's shop, which
was still open. As the pharmacist staunched the blood from a cut
on my scalp, the man who had helped me spoke in English. 'It's
really only excessive zeal that makes these fellows do this sort of
thing. Wait until Mosley is in power in England and you too will
appreciate what discipline and soldierliness really are.' Then
he left the shop abruptly, before I could decide whether he was
speaking sincerely or sarcastically.
I woke next day with an aching head, and a long but forunately
superficial scalp wound. I debated whether I should seek out the
Times correspondent and tell him my tale ...
This is the inspiration for my going out to the international
cartoon market asking for some cartoonist to create the following
small cartoon strip:
FRAMES 1 & 2
A German street, 1934. Visiting Kiwi student Geoffrey
Cox [as recounted in his memoir; later Sir Geoffrey] stands at the
curb as a well-drilled, grim, intimidatory Nazi goon-squad parades
past. Then Nazi fanatics smash him to the pavement for failure
to make the Fascist salute at this squad.
A German professor looking on remarks furtively to his
"These Nazis are getting out of hand. What are we
going to do about it?"
His cobber draws
himself up, aloof, and replies:
"Nazis - what Nazis? I don't know what
you're referring to. Indeed, your use of such an ofensive term
strongly implies you're anti-German."
FRAMES 3 & 4
A New Zealand street, 2006. An incohesive gaggle of
grinning feminazis passes. It is quite a large squad (if
ill-drilled): M Waring, H Clark, H Simpson, Mrs Yates, J Fitzsimons,
Fiddler Bunkum, Tom Pearce's daughter Sandra, J Shipley, S Cartwright,
M Wilson, Ms H Fletcher CJ, K Poutasi, etc etc. Protective
wimp outriders smash the odd innocent indeed pro-women onlooker e.g G
H Green, R B Elliott.
Speech balloons above enthusiastic crowd: "Equality!
Diversity! Tolerance! Sensitive Noo
A Kiwi professor looking on remarks furtively to his
"These feminazis are getting out of hand. What are
we going to do about it?"
His cobber draws himself up, aloof, and
"Feminazis - what feminazis? I don't
know what you're referring to. Indeed, your use of such an
ofensive, opressive term strongly implies you're
* * *
If these cartoons can get drawn, they could
spread like anything on the infobahn. Perhaps it
will take a burst of publicity, 4 months later ...
;-) to bring feminazism into the disrepute it so richly