We have looked before at the gibberish of Jennifer Oriel. On 13 March, she and The Australian ranted themselves to new depths. She said this.
On Friday, March 10, 2017, Australian painter, cartoonist and avantgarde freethinker Bill Leak died of a suspected heart attack. He was 61 years old.
In the two years before his death, jihadists and the political establishment inflicted horrific stress on him because he refused to surrender his creative genius and free mind to the colourless, artless overlords of political correctness.
In 2015, Leak was forced to flee into a safe house with his family after jihadists threatened to kill him. His thought crime was drawing a cartoon of Mohammed in the wake of militant Islamists slaughtering cartoonists at the Charlie Hebdo offices in Paris.
In 2016, Leak was accused under the PC censors’ favourite weapon, section 18C of the Racial Discrimination Act, for offending someone somewhere.
Members of a state-protected minority chose to take offence at a cartoon.
It was offensive to those offended by the truth that some men are alcoholics, some alcoholics neglect their children and some alcoholic men who neglect their children are indigenous.
In his submission to the Parliamentary Joint Committee on Human Rights into Freedom of Speech in Australia, Leak said: ‘I was put through two months of incredible stress by the (Australian Human Rights) Commission’s investigation. The first complainant … didn’t have to justify anything she did. No one asked her any questions and it didn’t cost her a cent … the tortuous process (threw) my life into a state of utter chaos and it’s not over yet.
Three months after the cartoon was published, two more complaints were received and accepted by the Commission … So now, two months after being notified of the first complaint and four months after the publication of the cartoon, the possibility that I may yet be required to defend myself in court still hovers, like a dark cloud, over my life.
‘This in itself is just another part of the punishment I’ve been subjected to for daring to shine the spotlight on the truth.’
Three months later, still suffering under the immense stress inflicted by 18C backers, he died.
Section 18C is an act of violence against those who tell the truth. It is, as the slow torture of Bill Leak revealed, a totalitarian tool fashioned by bullies determined to punish creative geniuses who refuse to toe the PC party line.
It is a censor’s hammer used to bludgeon artists for thinking and speaking freely in ways that entertain truth, delight dissidents and expose PC mediocrities for their inconspicuous talent.
Since the PC class cannot compete with creative genius on merit, it seeks to destroy it.
The suggestion is, apparently, that Leak died from the stress inflicted on him. He is, we will be told, a martyr.
Even by the standards of Rupert Murdoch, it is beneath contempt for him use the death of an employee to pursue a tawdry political objective that will make it easier for the surviving employees to offend and insult others because of their race.
What Oriel and the paper refuse to mention about the cartoon that said that aboriginal fathers were drunks who could not remember their children’s names is the following. That cartoon was grossly offensive to a large number of white people and almost all aboriginal people. Nevertheless, the legislation complained gave Leak a sound answer to any complaint at law. (There is my view no answer in decency.) At all times he had the backing of the Murdoch press and the best and most expensive lawyers in the land – as had his mate, Andrew Bolt. He was never charged or even sued.
Are we, then, seriously to believe Leak’s whimpering about stress? If we are, the answer during his life would have been simple. If you don’t like the heat, don’t go near the bloody kitchen. If you want to hand out coat-hangers, stand by for at least a comeback. And this is in the context of a cartoon demonizing blackfellas in order to take the heat off complaints of crimes against humanity perpetrated by white people in the Northern Territory. Leak put in what NRL thugs call a cheap shot. ‘Don’t worry about what we whites do to black kids. Look at what their piss-pot fathers do to them to land them in our care.’
This truly was disgraceful behaviour by an agent of the Australian press.
But the whole campaign of Murdoch and his shrill, whining minions has set a new low in Australian bullshit. There is a daly unloading of bullshit about hate speech, the flat earth (climate change), and the ecclesiastical rejection of gay marriage by cloistered churchy men who just refuse to grow up. They stand for the forces of funded reaction that hold back the Liberal Party and the whole nation. They’re now terrified by the thought of a vote on gay marriage. Who would ever trust a democrat? They should all be deeply ashamed of themselves.
And so should the Prime Minister be ashamed of himself for publicly attending their ghastly Gotterdammerung. I did not vote for him so that he could hobnob with people who want him to cede to them the right to beat up on blackfellas and Muslims.
But, then, Mr Turnbull has something in common with the late cartoonist. He was okay once, but then he went off, beguiled by power.
Speaking of Mr Turnbull, I sent the following letters on the third of this month. One is the PM. The other is to Lisa Chesters, my local member. The attached memorandum was set out in a post on 21 December, last year, Passing Bull 83.
Dear Prime Minister,
For the reasons set out in the attached document, and the following letter to my local member, I am opposed to any weakening of our hate speech laws – at the behest of Rupert Murdoch, or anyone else.
To the extent that there is any support for change in your party, it comes from people who are neither bright nor attractive.
I voted for your party at the last election. If it even wobbles on this vital moral ground, I will certainly vote against it, and I will do all in my power to see that it gets defeated.
I know that sounds like a threat – because it is.
And, frankly, I’m of that group who thinks that it’s time you stood up to these ratbags – you do, after all, have the intellectual fire power to wipe the bloody floor with them.
PS I now find that the prescribed form will not accept the copy memorandum that I sent to my local member. That sad little twist says something about government in this country. Perhaps your office can give me a reply that will enable me to pass it on – and stop wasting my time.
As a Malmsbury resident, I am writing to you as my federal member to express my deep and abiding resistance to any softening of our laws on hate speech.
I have set out a summary of my position in the attached.
For more than forty years, I have acted for and against the media, and I have formed a view of where the real power lies. It is not with the underdog. Andrew Bolt was a bad loser and Bill Leak is a worse winner. The campaign by the Murdoch press is intellectually and morally bereft. The chatter about freedom of speech is misconceived – for the reasons I have set out.
Of course we have to have laws against insulting or offending people on the ground of race – as I said, we have to have a law that allows the police to intervene where someone says in public to a man and his wife, ‘You are a coward and your wife is a black slut’ – either inside the Australian Club or outside a boozer at Alice Springs. Only a lunatic could object to that kind of law.
The Murdoch press never refers to those laws; they never mention that Leak had a defence (notwithstanding that the cartoon was an offensive effusion of a sad bigot); they forget that Bolt got rolled because he had been unprofessional; and they don’t even try to explain why they want to be free to insult or offend people on the ground of race.
I hope that you and your party stay firm on a vital moral issue.
I got a quick, personal and fully reasoned response from Lisa Chesters, affirming her party’s rejection of the Murdoch proposals. So far, I have only a computer response from Mr Turnbull’s office. But, then, I know he has been busy trying to save the nation from the abyss created by his moral and intellectual collapse on climate change. And of course the Murdoch press refused point blank to publish a contrary view.
The Master said, ‘Claims made immodestly are difficult to live up to.’
The Master said… ‘Banish the tunes of Cheng and keep plausible men at a distance. The tunes of Cheng are wanton and plausible men are dangerous’.