The return of Terry Jones

Good old Pastor Terry Jones (I've blogged about him before), he's planning a trip to the UK to hang out with those wonderful people the English Defence League - their own website does not  actually have much.

What a fine bunch of people they are - a religious bigot and a bunch of racist football hooligans. I do hope they have fun together. Neither group should be allowed to steal fresh air meant for sane, tolerant human beings!

Infamy, part two....

So following on from the 'idiots who want their 15 minutes of fame' (the infamy article)  is Alex Stewart (his contact details are near the bottom should you wish to drop him an e-mail, although I suspect he may find himself unemployed pretty soon), who has shot to notoriety by using pages from the bible AND the koran to make ciggies (see here). In the clip, entitled Bible or Koran - which burns best? (you can search for it yourself!), the professed atheist says burning religious books is no big deal and people need to get over it. At least his reasons were far more sound that that muppet Pastor Terry Jones.

Far be it for me to condemn the actions, but this time I applaud some of his actions; as someone who despises the evils of tobacco I cannot condone the actions of Mr. Stewart of injuring his lungs with tobacco smoke. I do however hope his employers see this as a boyish prank and act sensibly with regard to his employment.

Infamy, Infamy, they've all got it in for me....

I wish I had written the headline above; it has in fact been voted the funniest one liner ever. It in fact was said by Kenneth Williams in the 1964 movie 'Carry on Cleo' - why the link to old age British comedy? Well, it seems to me that some people just really want to set themselves up to be complete arseholes, not that this is a bad thing (it gives me something to write about), but it is that they don't realise they are making a tit of themselves, and,they actually think they look clever.

In the past week two examples have provided some evidence. First is the Koran burning, bible bashing, pastor of Gainesville, Florida, in the good ole, red neck, south of the US of A. Whilst he may share the name of a Python actor, this 'Pastor Terry Jones' manages 34 million hits when you Google him. Not only does he have a comedy moustache, but his outlandish views have propelled him to a media frenzy, indeed infamy - infamous by virtue of have the race relations healing skills of a fireman with a tanker full of 91 octane, ready to spray in on the San Francisco gas fires. If you actually Google just 'Terry Jones', without the 'Pastor' you only get 64 million hits, therefore, by this rough estimate he is indeed bigger than Monty Python.

Example two only happened last night, but the dick in action this time operated in a far more covert manner, cue Robbie Deans, one time assistant All Black coach, Cantabrian (he has a stand named after him at their rugby ground), but now regrettably, or should that be happily, he is the coach of the Wobblies Wallabies. To be fair he has turned around a bunch of overweight, under achieving T-shirt designers and pie eaters into a bunch of nearly rans. It is the personal transformation that leaves much to be desired. Last night there was old Robbie singing along with the Aussie national anthem, and do you know what, he looked just like Kenneth Williams. To me it was like something out of a Carry On Film - and indeed it turned into Carry On Down Under as his team yet again capitulated, leaving the All Blacks to extend their winning run over Australia to 10 games (they haven't lost since Deans first game as coach in 2008).


As Warhol once said, everyone gets their fifteen minutes of fame; for me Deans fifteen minutes has been well and truly blemished by his singing last night. Pastor Terry Jones has experienced way too much publicity; I suspect he will be martyred by someone in the future,. by that time he will be living off the proceeds of his appearances on talk shows, the obligatory book deal and biopic of his life.