As a crowd gathers ’round an angry young man, face down on the street with a gun in his hand in ‘Stralia
and the press down on Planet Cuckstralia are having a meltdown because of the government’s decision to extend the life of a gas plant. Oh no, this can’t be!! Any excuse for this to not go ahead is the rule of the day. What about the environment? What about the sacred Aboriginal rock paintings? What about the trees, what about the bees, how about those fleas? The fellow in the screenshot above on the ABC, looked for all the world like life itself was coming to and end because of this. This morning they were at it again. It’s funny to watch reality setting in for these clowns.
Mate….it’s all over..
This morning I got an email from a discount store that I often go to. I did spare a thought for the poor Australians who aren’t allowed to own these things because A. The government is stupid. B. Subhumans don’t belong in a civilized world, and C. Fucking do-gooder demonic churches and other country destroying orgs have brought these animals into a high trust society to fleece the taxpayers and create havoc and terror. How does one cut the cane now? At lease safety has been achieved…
Sorry mate, you can’t have one of these, let alone get $10 back on your purchase
Oi mate, you’re gonna have to have a loicense to cut the tall grass now. As if the monkeys using these to carve one another up, won’t use something else. Since nobody is allowed to enter or leave Victoria any more, there’s no way they could ever get them from anywhere else, ever…. For fuck’s sake… This is your state government in action.
Rather than ban machetes, how about banning violent Africans? This seems to be happening all over the world and everyone is sick of being terrorized by Sub Saharan creatures who they didn’t ask for. The West has a burgeoning problem, but nobody wants to address it out of fear of being called a racist. They’re all concerned with nonsense like Net Zero, more women in positions of power, the rights of mentally ill trannies and first nations endless grievances. Get these bums out. Deport, deport, deport.
Yesterday I was talking about the late, great Rick Derringer and how he played on the iconic 60’s hit, Hang On Sloopy. After a bit of research, it turns out the story was a lot different. I’m gonna c/p some of from Wikipedia because I’m too lazy to write it out myself.
The story of Hang On Sloopy
“In early 1965, the Strangeloves, a New York City rock band, wanted to make the song the follow-up to their hit single “I Want Candy” and began performing it in concert. However, the Dave Clark Five, with whom they were touring, told the Strangeloves that they were going to record their own version when they returned to England, copying the Strangeloves’ arrangement. The Strangeloves realized that the Dave Clark Five’s cut would likely be a hit, but they were not yet ready to release a new single because they were still enjoying the success of “I Want Candy” from a few months earlier.”
The answer presented itself when a young rock group named Rick and the Raiders opened, and provided backing, for the Strangeloves in July in Dayton, Ohio. The Strangeloves, three writer-producers from Brooklyn, New York City, recruited Rick and the Raiders to record the song under their name.
Rick and the boys… I’m gonna look like the Beatles even if it kills my hair
The Raiders’ 16-year-old lead singer, Rick Zehringer, was flown to Bell Sound Studios in New York to record his lead vocal over the Strangeloves’ already-recorded backing tracks. It was then decided to change the name of Rick and the Raiders to the McCoys to avoid any confusion with Paul Revere & the Raiders, a popular band at the time. Zehringer also began using the stage name Rick Derringer. The single was issued on Bang Records and entered the U.S. and Canadian charts on August 14, 1965, reaching the top position in early October. The McCoys’ version reached no. 5 in the UK. Contrary to the Strangeloves’ expectations, the Dave Clark Five version was never even released.”
But wait, there’s more… The musicians playing on the record were session guys that the Strangeloves had started using when they began touring. The actual guitarist on the Sloopy single was a guy named Jack Raczka who was a member of a New York band the Souls, who were recruited into the touring version of the Strangeloves after playing on all their recordings.
The Souls. I dunno which one is Jack
To add even more weirdness to this, the Strangeloves were a manufactured group to cash in on the British invasion that was happening at the time. Deciding that they could not convincingly fake British accents, they opted to pretend to be Australians. According to the press releases and publicity material issued about the group, the Strangeloves were three brothers named Giles, Miles, and Niles Strange, who were raised on an Australian sheep farm. (This was clearly fake news. We all know those guys actually became the BEE GEES).
The brothers’ fictional backstory involved getting rich with the invention of a new form of sheep crossbreeding (the long-haired “Gottehrer” sheep allegedly registered with the Feldman-Goldstein Company of Australia), which allowed them the time and financial freedom to form a band. In publicity photographs, the three posed in zebra-striped vests and with African drums, Gottehrer later commenting: “
Nobody in the US in 1965 really knew any Australians.” The story did not exactly capture the public’s imagination, but the Strangeloves’ singles still performed respectably well, especially in the United States. Similarly in 1969, Crazy Elephant was promoted in Cash Box magazine as allegedly being a group of Welsh coal miners.” Oh, Fuck off.
I’m exhausted after all this… Good Day.
Oh Lord, what’s not to like here?