If we’re to believe the ‘experts’, believing in conspiracy theories and so-called ‘misinformation’and ‘disinformation’, is a problem unique to the ‘extreme right’ (also so-called). Just ignore the fact-free conspiracy theories that have ruled the dusty, spacious roof of the leftist mind in recent years: the ‘patriarchy’, ‘systemic racism’
It’s not for nothing that social media has been dubbed “the Big Tobacco of the 21st century”. Like Philip Morris and Rothmans in the ’50s and ’60s, companies like Meta have done their internal research and know how harmful their products are. Especially to teens. Yet that’s just
In a fiery exchange recorded in 2014, Brigitte Gabriel took issue with a student hijabi wittering the usual fatuous nostrums about the “peaceful majority of Muslims”. Gabriel responded that the peaceful majority are irrelevant. After all, the majority of Germans were not Nazis and, even among Nazis, only a hardcore
In the last few weeks, another comet was making an appearance in the sky. Unfortunately, it wasn’t visible to the naked eye until it was nearing its closest approach to the Sun. This meant that, like the planet closest to the Sun, Mercury, it was only visible at all
One of the most popular recurring characters in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels is Death. Yes: the Grim Reaper himself. Instantly recognisable as such in the novels, due to his skeletal body, heavy black cloak and, of course, scythe. That these images should be so instantly recognisable speaks to the
Pudina tal-Khobz literally means “bread pudding” (the “kh” is pronounced hhhh-phlegm), but it’s nothing like the English bread-and-butter pudding you’re used to. Instead, it’s dense, darkly chocolate-y and spicy – almost like a cross between a brownie and a panforte. Ingredients: * 1 loaf (approx 500g) of day-old bread
In an episode of The Big Bang Theory, eternal loser Howard tries to impress goth girls with some fake tattoos. “They’re called tattoo sleeves. Put them on, have freaky sex with some freaky girl with her business pierced, take them off, and I can still be buried in a
Perhaps there’s hope yet that activist judges can learn from their mistakes, even if too late. Just six months ago, the High Court’s disastrous “NZYQ” decision panicked the idiotic Albanese government into unleashing hundreds of convicted foreign rapists, paedophiles and murderers on the Australian community. Many were either
Some of you may remember the apparent minor miracle that happened in Spain, over a decade ago. No, I’m not talking about the apparition of the Virgin at Garabandal, or the occurences at El Cebrero in the 14th century. No, this was a far more mundane miracle: Solar panels
As AC/DC famously said, “It’s a long way to the top, if you wanna rock’n’roll”. Getting had, took, ripped off and under-paid: it’s all part and parcel of trying to make it in show business. As Spider Stacy of the Pogues once said to me,
Every now and again, some brave soul suggests putting educators on performance-based bonuses. And every time, education unions pitch a fit. Gee, I wonder why? Almost one third of Australian children and just over a quarter of Victoria’s students are failing to meet new proficiency standards for literacy and
As The BFD reported recently, accused kidnappers and torturers Mohammad Sharab and Laura Allam are regulars at “pro-Palestine” protests in Melbourne. They’re also whooping it up, Brownshirt-style, on university campuses. At Monash University in Melbourne, students filmed pro-Palestine activist Mohammad Sharab as he swore at Jewish students at
He can threaten Winston Peters all he likes, but it’s undeniable that former NSW premier and ALP heavyweight Bob Carr is a vocal proponent of Communist China. In fact, the Financial Review in 2018 openly described Carr as “China’s pawn”. Yet, as the Fin Review noted, Carr was
The open-borders leftists love to preen and parade their supposed moral superiority, contrary to all evidence. These insufferable smugsters certainly don’t like being reminded that their virtue-signalling often has appalling consequences for the very people they profess to care so much about. Nowhere more so than when it comes
I grew up in Victoria (don’t judge me, it wasn’t always the way it’s become), and lived through the dark days of the early 90s. Back then, it seemed that hardly a week went by without another economic calamity: the Pyramid building society collapse, the Tricontinental bank
It looks like Chloe Swarbrick is fast running out of threadbare excuses to hide behind: even a bog-standard lefty like Anthony Albanese admits that her favourite genocide chant is “violent” and “has no place on our streets”. Still think it has a place on the streets of Auckland, Chloe? Do
