Calling Mr. Newman

“The French have the impression that the Dutch think only of money and are always ready to fight for profit. They are not afraid of anything,” the researchers reported.

“The Dutch think that the French are attached to a hierarchy and political interests which are not necessarily the same as the interests of the company … “

Tim’s comments on French corporate culture would be welcome here.

Harsh but fair, harsh but fair

These are just some of the questions Switzerland is puzzling over after a 25-year-old failed the notoriously tough Swiss citizenship requirements – even though she has lived in the country all her life, speaks fluently in the local dialect and had passed the written part of the exam with full marks.

Well, OK, maybe not entirely fair but this is indeed what localism means:

Since the case emerged, there have been several calls for a reform of the naturalisation process, which is decided by municipal juries comprised of local residents rather than a centralised agency. “The arbitrary nature of the official process has rarely been so visibly on display,” wrote the Tagesanzeiger newspaper.

Given the cantonal and intensely local nature of the country why shouldn’t locals get to decide who becomes, legally, a local?

In February, Switzerland voted to make it easier for third-generation immigrants to become citizens, rejecting the complaints of rightwing politicians that the proposed measures would pose a security risk.

Restrictions on third generation? Wow!

And in May 2016, a Kosovan family who were long-term residents of the canton of Basel-Country had their application for citizenship opposed by the residents’ committee, in part because they wore jogging bottoms around town.

Now that is fair and it’s not even harsh.

I think we approve of this, don’t we?

An MLA, who belongs to the ruling party in Telangana, paid Rs 50 lakh to two tribal priests to perform a special pooja so that he gets a ministerial berth. However, when the duo failed to give him the promised political fortune, the MLA sent them to police custody.

50 lakh is something like $100,000 US. It’s a significant sum (although, you know, perhaps not for Indian politics).

But yes, approval here. Nothing wrong with offering a service for a fee whether it be the invocation of a sky fairy or whatever. But you must deliver the service for the fee.

Contractual terms might matter here of course. “I will do a pooja for RS 50 lakh” is satisfied by doing a pooja. “You will get ministerial office if you pay my 50 lakh for a pooja” will only be satisfied by gaining office. The thing here being that I think we can all guess that 50 lakh for the pooja wasn’t the offer being made, not at that price.

So, yes, Sue ‘Em Danno!

This is really rather good

From PJ O’R

Possibly as a result of their country’s being upside down, the local dialect has over 400 terms for
vomit. These include “technicolor yawn” “talking to the toilet,” “round-trip meal ticket,” and
“singing lunch.”

What’s so lovely about it is that the idea about all of those words for vomit – including at least one of those there – comes as a joke from Barry Humphries in the Barry McKenzie strip in Private Eye.

Err, yes, yes….

Iran calls London terror attacks ‘a wake-up call’ urging West to pursue extremism’s root causes
The Independent – ‎15 minutes ago‎
Iran has said the London attacks were a “wake-up call” and urged Western states to go after ideological and financial sources of terrorism, state media reported,

The foaming lake of Bangalore

Rains have no doubt brought relief to Bengaluru. However there was a flip-side to it at the Varthur lake. The lake has begun foaming once again. Toxic foam was spilling over to the Whitefield Main Road and commuters had a tough time negotiating traffic on Saturday and Sunday. To make matters worse was the unbearable stench emanating from the lake. The residents say that that the situation is so bad that the froth had reached a mall and a hospital.

That environmental Kuznets curve again:

This is a man made lake, built by Ganga kings over thousands of years ago[2] for agriculture and domestic uses but now the lake is receiving 40% of the sewage water from Bangalore for over 50 years

Bastards! How dare they apologies for saying this?

Quadrant magazine today “unreservedly apologised” to ABC managing director Michelle Guthrie for an online article that suggested it would have been better off if the Manchester terrorist had bombed the public broadcaster’s Sydney headquarters.

The offending piece:

This was a moment when Jones really should have interrupted, asked Krauss if he lies about everything, not just when reality and circumstance intrude on favoured pieties.

But of course Jones was silent. It’s a monstrously absurd and obscene self-evident untruth to claim that refrigerators are more dangerous than terrorists, but it fits with the approved narrative, so not a peep from the man who is paid by the national broadcaster to promote fair, free, frank and factual debate on matters of national importance.

This morning, mere hours after Jones’ guests pocketed their ABC taxi vouchers and repaired to hotel rooms paid for with taxpayer dollars processed through the Sydney Writers Festival, mere children were torn to pieces on the other side of the world.

Life isn’t fair and death less so. What if that blast had detonated in an Ultimo TV studio? Unlike those young girls in Manchester, their lives snuffed out before they could begin, none of the panel’s likely casualties would have represented the slightest reduction in humanity’s intelligence, decency, empathy or honesty.

Mind you, as Krauss felt his body being penetrated by the Prophet’s shrapnel of nuts, bolts and nails, those goitered eyes might in their last glimmering have caught a glimpse of vindication.

A blast of Manchester dimensions must surely knock over the studio’s lunchroom refrigerator. Allah only knows how many innocent lives that shocking incident might claim.

Intemperate perhaps but understandable in the circumstances? The luvvies having a chat among themselves smugly does bring to mind Mencken:

Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats.

So then, define indigenous

Cook responded with a bizarre claim, telling @maorimermaid: ‘Lol. Get a clue before you jump on the bandwagon. Maori are NOT indigenous you ignorant tw**.’
Maoris, who are of Polynesian descent, have lived in New Zealand since the 13th century, more than 500 years before British settlement.

I think I’m right in saying that until the Maori turned up there were no humans living there. But does turning up after Canterbury Cathedral (our one) was already a century old make you indigenous?

La verite, painful ain’t it?

Alisa Titko, a writer for Komsomolskaya Pravda, ….

Having recently visited Manchester, she wrote: “It is true that there are many fat people in Manchester.

“Local young women don’t mind when fat hangs down from their stomach and body – and does not fit into their jeans.

“Whatever, when they go to a nightclub they put on tight fit leggings and mini-dresses.”

Observing the flesh in a Russian nightclub is indeed a rather different experience.

She does then rather go off the rails:

“There is even a plate there saying ‘Gay Village’.

“It is the most popular place for such couples, there are cafés and clubs there with small rainbow flags.

“Of course, a young man with a girl can also go into the gay club but they should know that if somebody approaches them, it maybe not just for a chat but for something more deep.

“Of course, it is hardly possible that men turn gay because girls are too fat and non-sexual. But it can influence it too.”

Young Owen’s from up around there isn’t he? Sexy enough to turn anyone’s head.

But one more serious point. Couldn’t the Telegraph have found someone to actually translate the piece? Instead of using what is obviously Google Translate? My very first newspaper/magazine work was taking these sorts of half translations and turning them into something more like English. It just leaps out when someone’s translating from any of the Slavic languages on a word by word, rather than meaning, basis.

Well, no, actually, it wasn’t

Many people are going to attack the logic of the statement itself, and there’s much to attack it on. Negotiations require, to some degree, an acceptance of the legitimacy of the viewpoints on the other side. Given that the civil war was fought to maintain chattel slavery as the dominant mode of economic production in the south, it is puzzling that Trump conceives of a negotiation that legitimizes the concept of owning other human beings.

And everywhere else that had chattel slavery – which was most places across time and geography – managed to get rid of it without a civil war.

So Trump’s question isn’t in fact that stupid, is it?

Negotiations are possible. The Empire got rid of it in 1833, compensation being deployed. Brazil took until the 1880s, still no civil war. Mauretania, legally at least, had it until 1984, no civil war.

It is actually an interesting question therefore, why did the US have the civil war? Even if we accept that it was just about chattel slavery, which it wasn’t, why was the American case so different?

What this actually is is an example of that American exceptionalism the left so often decries. Because the US had a civil war over slavery therefore the only way to deal with slavery is a civil war. Entirely missing the manner in which the rest of the world didn’t.

No good will come of being a hero

A 34-year-old Indian-origin man is being hailed for his courage and rewarded by the police in the US after he saved the life of his woman co-worker from an oncoming train but was robbed of his bag when he jumped on the tracks to help her.

Alternatively, this is ‘Murica. Where there’s a reasonable chance that someone’s going to track down that little scrote and give him what he deserves.

Amusingly, Macron’s wife would be in jail today

Yes, I knew about the teacher bit, but not that it was while still at school:

One of Emmanuel’s friends – at whose grandmother’s home near Chantilly, he was supposedly studying for his baccalaureate exams – rang to organise the coming weekend. His mother, Francoise Noguès-Macron, realised then that “Manu”, who called her every day to tell her about his day, was not actually in Chantilly. At the end of the week, his father went to the station to collect his son on his supposed return from a week’s revision with friends. There were raised voices when they returned home.

“What mattered to me was not the fact he was having a relationship with Brigitte but that he was alive and that there weren’t any problems,” says Francoise.

Nope, that’s being in authority etc, hands off territory.

Amazingly, I’ve not seen anyone noting this….