My Final Word On The Trayvon Martin Case

The death of Trayvon Martin was a big story in the US and worldwide for all the wrong reasons, but for once the liberal media narrative did not go according to plan. When the story broke, photographs of a young Martin looking if not angelic then like the all-American black kid were splashed all over the media. The reality was somewhat different of course; by the time he was shot and killed by George Zimmerman, Martin was a self-identified gangsta who used the Twitter handle @NO_LIMIT_NIGGA – edifying stuff.

He was also a physically formidable 17 year old who gave George (Dirty Harry) Zimmerman a real pasting before he was despatched with a single shot to the heart, in reality to the lung and then the heart.

Opinion about the case polarised into two broad camps. There were those who said this was a racially motivated killing, that Martin was racially profiled – whatever that means – that it was second degree or even first degree murder. This position was taken at least to a degree by the usual suspects, many ordinary whites, and most moderate blacks.

On the other side there were those who as good as claimed he deserved it. Some of the comments and innuendo to this effect was ludicrous or even disgusting. For example, the London Daily Mail revealed that Martin was “obsessed with girls and made jokes about ‘ghetto’ culture”.

In other words he was a red-blooded heterosexual teen, and had a sense of humour. He doesn’t appear to have messed with white girls, so that is another point in his favour.

The available evidence suggests that Martin was both arrogant and none too bright, but this is par for the course for seventeen year old boys; black ones tend to be even more arrogant that white ones; that is not a racist statement, that is just how it is, in America at least. For the record, when I was seventeen I was if anything even more arrogant, and had nothing to be arrogant about. As we grow older we look back at our youth and not only wonder where it has gone but how could we ever have been or acted like that. Thirty years on, or in my case forty years on, we can laugh at those times.

An outrageous example of youthful arrogance can currently be seen in the antics of Justin Bieber; having achieved fame and fortune so young he has the resources to do more or less as he pleases, and has come down to Earth with a bump.

If Trayvon Martin had “suffered” the same luck as Justin Bieber, he would probably have got himself arrested at nineteen. If not, he may have looked back forty years from now and realised what a little twat he was. Unlike me he will never have that chance, and the world has George Zimmerman to “thank” for that.

A few words about Trayvon the hoodie. Last August when I was doing some shopping in Sydenham I noticed a young black kid with his hood up on a bright summer day. He was perhaps twelve years old. I watched him from a distance for a while, and he was clearly not doing anything suspicious. More recently I saw two white men in the street similarly attired, again it was a bright, sunny day, and both had their hoods up. It may look suspicious, but it is simply a fashion statement, the same way a punk haircut or a leather jacket may be one. End of.

Now what of Zimmerman? When it was revealed that he wasn’t white but Hispanic, he became in the eyes of the usual suspects a “white Hispanic”. The reality though is that race had absolutely nothing to do with this case. Trayvon Martin may have been shot by an asshole, but he was also yet another victim of America’s insane gun culture.

Although Zimmerman was given the benefit of the doubt by a jury, and the physical evidence tends to corroborate his version of events, we will never know precisely what happened that night. My personal view is that although he didn’t set out to kill anyone, Zimmerman wanted to draw his gun and make an “arrest” just like a real cop. Did Martin attack him first? If you’re clearly following someone late at night, that sort of confrontation is always a possibility, but even if Martin had, Zimmerman’s acquittal signals it is okay to shoot and kill a man during the course of a fight if you are getting your butt kicked, as clearly he was. Zimmerman’s subsequent behaviour demonstrates just as clearly that he is not the kind of person who should be allowed to own a gun under any circumstances. Whatever the truth about that fateful night, he is no manner of hero, and has only himself to blame for both his current and future predicament.

Time To Share Your Web Talents

If you’re not on-line, you’re either in hospital, in prison, or dead. Actually, that statement is untrue. It’s difficult to smuggle a desktop computer into a hospital ward, but mobile phones are easy to conceal, and often permitted. There are quite a few convicted criminals who use the Internet to proclaim their innocence, be they innocent or guilty. And there are tribute sites galore. It isn’t only Elvis who lives!

The pleasant truth is that most of us use the Internet every day, even if it is only e-mail for business purposes. More and more of us are also running our own websites. If you have neither the time nor the aptitude for starting your own website, how about a blog? You can open one for free on Google’s Blogger or many other such sites; you might even get lucky and make money from it.

Everyone likes to make money, but how about putting something back? That doesn’t mean you have to dig into pocket and shell out for a charity that pays its CEO a telephone number salary and remunerates its field workers with plush apartments and first class travel, you can donate your time and talents.

If you haven’t heard the name Philippe Bernard, he is the brains behind this site. Convert-JPG-to-PDF.net is exactly what it sounds like, it allows you to convert JPG images to PDFs. Just as importantly, it does so for free. Check out this interview with the man and see if you agree with his ethos.

Monsieur Bernard’s is a dedicated conversion site, but there are others that offer broader Web Designer Resources. This one, Web Design Tunes, is a premium site that also offers freebies; it contains a large collection of templates relating to not only web design but graphic design, video design, and related topics. It is also looking for talented people to contribute. If you have “extensive experience in developing for HTML5, CSS3, jQuery and WordPress and a passion for teaching”, that could include you.

Finally, if that last sentence went over your head, and you would like some free advice with your own Web work, check out what claims to be the largest web development site in the world – w3schools – the HTML Forum or similar. You will also find some excellent free lessons on YouTube.

What The Poker Books Don’t Tell You

Last week I was playing a deep stack no limit hold ’em freeroll. Freerolls are the only hold ’em tournaments I play now; technically this is not gambling because the legal definition of a wager requires that both or all parties concerned must be able to lose as well as win. If you are given a free entry to a tournament or anything, you can either win or not win, but cannot lose. With that qualification in mind, I played this tournament, and had bad cards for the most part. Then I was dealt pocket kings: clubs and spades. Normally with kings I will raise big pre-flop; here I should probably have whacked it all in, but as I said, it was a deep stack tournament, and I thought “Chip and a chair”.

The flop came diamond, diamond, diamond headed by the queen; apart from the same headed by the ace, it is difficult to imagine a worse flop for two black kings, but I bet into it anyway. There was a caller, and the third player in the hand raised. What would you do? I figured I was probably beat, maybe the guy was playing suited connectors, but the other player had called in front of him. I thought he was probably drawing to the nut flush but for all I knew he could have hit the flush as well. The guy who raised might have had a set; clearly there were many possibilities, but discretion being the better part of valour and with the bad hands I was getting, I sighed and folded.

The two played out the hand, no more diamonds came, and as I suspected, the first player had the bare ace of diamonds. And the raiser? He had Q-2 off-suit, the deuce being a diamond. What kind of moron calls a raise or even the small blind with Q-2 off-suit and then raises a 3 diamond board? In this case, the same moron who won the pot with a pair of queens.

The poker books don’t tell you about these kinds of players; this is another reason you can never beat the moron. I’ve heard it said that at higher stakes the play is very different. On occasion I’ve played higher stakes, and I can tell you that by and large, it ain’t. The only thing I do know is that if I had whacked it all in following the moron’s raise, he would have called, and I would have found myself facing either the nut flush or a set.

Is Rape Truly A Fate Worse Than Death?

On the evening of November 7, 1974, a small woman was attacked in a dark room at her London home. Her attacker was a lot bigger than her, he was also desperate, having minutes before bludgeoned another woman to death. As he gripped her throat intending to choke the life out of her, she grabbed that vital part of a man’s anatomy that always hurts when so gripped, and squeezed hard.

Later, Countess Lucan was able to escape from the clutches of her murderous estranged husband, and tell her tale. The woman he had battered to death with a lead pipe was the children’s nanny Sandra Rivett, but Miss Rivett had not been his intended victim; that had been the Countess.

The following day on the other side of the Atlantic, a young woman found herself in an even less enviable situation, because had he succeeded, her attacker would probably have raped and tortured her to death before disposing of her body in a ditch or woodland somewhere. The 18 year old Carol DaRonch was duped by serial killer Ted Bundy who was posing as a police officer. When she realised he was not what he said he was, she fought like a tigress, and managed to escape from his clutches, throwing herself out of the car.

Like non-sexual predators, rapists tend to target those who are less formidable than themselves, be they smaller women, drunk women, women who have been incapacitated by the administration of some noxious substance...Although undoubtedly adrenalin gave them strength, both Countess Lucan and Carol DaRonch were lucky to be able to overpower in the first case, and flee from in the second, a physically more powerful assailant.

This begs the question, why apparently do so many victims of date rape and more generally acquaintance rape throw in the towel without so much as scratching their assailants’ faces? There are broadly speaking two answers to this uncomfortable question. The first is that rape is not the fate worse than death we are constantly being led to believe it is. The other is that this epidemic, this “rape culture” of Western society, exists only in the tiny minds of demented feminists and their dupes.

The shrill insistence that the majority of rapes are committed “by someone the victim knows” and that the vast majority go unreported is supported only by anecdotal evidence of the most unreliable, indeed the most untrustworthy, kind. This is all the more evident when one considers the hub of Western rape culture is purportedly the American campus, whose female denizens are by definition the most intelligent, the most educated, and often the most privileged of women.

Alas, neither formidable intellect nor the most comprehensive, expensive education guarantees the individual concerned will exhibit a shred of common sense, or that when groups of such individuals congregate that somehow they will reach a reasonable consensus. Indeed, the exact opposite is guaranteed; their dogmatism and at times sheer idiocy reinforces each others’ delusions – the well-documented phenomenon of the madness of crowds.

The conclusions we must draw from this are that rape is not the vastly under-reported crime the rad-fems would have us believe it is, and that contrary to their facile assertions, the conviction rate for rape is not unrealistically low, rather this is largely a reflection of the propensity of a certain type of (mostly young) woman to cry rape for all manner of reasons, as I have documented elsewhere.

Why We Are Evil

Yesterday, on my way to the High Court and other places, I took the train up town, something I do but rarely nowadays. At another stop, what appeared to be an entire class of schoolkids got on. I wasn’t paying attention, but as far as I could tell, they were escorted by two teachers: a man and a woman. What I did notice though was that only two of them – a boy and a girl – were white. The others were largely black.

Two of the girls sat opposite me; the girl opposite adjacent was, admittedly, cute, and if she had been twenty years older and I twenty years younger, I might have engaged her in conversation on a longer journey, but I would never have attempted to take things further than that.

According to the politically correct morons who have insinuated their way into our ruling class, our bureaucracies, and most of all our media, that makes both me and every white person who thinks the same way, evil.

Although they are forever whining about so-called racism, and would have us believe the international Nazi conspiracy so beloved of anti-white hatemongers like Gerry Gable is about to take over at any minute, they know where all this is leading, and they don’t care, or even rejoice that it is.

The white birth rate is now suicidally low, but for them, it can’t fall fast enough, because not only are they intent on mongrelising us out of existence, they are sodomising the culture as well.

Every soap opera, indeed almost every TV programme, has now to have not only its own mixed-raced couple but its own village gay. In EastEnders they even combined this when the eldest son of its dysfunctional Moslem family forsook the arms of his gorgeous young wife for the arse of the local butch queen. When the father of the bride found out, he was furious, and summary justice followed. I remember thinking at the time, I’ve just seen a white man beaten up by three Pakistanis, and I’ve never laughed so much. Sadly, even the love that once dared not speak its name, conquers all. At least until one of them dies of AIDS, which may indeed happen if the programme’s ratings fall.

So where does that leave what is left of Western civilisation? Right where the Frankfurt School and its witless latter day fellow travellers want us.

The left may have lost the battle over economics with especially the collapse of the Soviet Union and now the liberalisation of China, but they have been winning the war for what is left of our culture for decades, and will continue to do so until sufficient numbers of us learn not to be intimidated by epithets, which in the final analysis is all they have. That and the really big money of their supposedly sworn enemy that has financed them at every turn.

The Most Dangerous Hand In No Limit Hold ’Em

Most players have some sort of opinion about what is the most dangerous hand in poker, but there can be no doubt whatsoever about what is the most dangerous hand in no limit hold ’em. Below is the proof. This hand was played on PokerStars, in the 3pm (London time) Privilege Freeroll on January 8, 2014. I was dealt one of the weakest starting hands the very first hand of the tournament, and with two callers, flopped the second nuts, a hand that is almost certainly winning, but with plenty of scope for being outdrawn. It remains to be seen if either of the other players should have called pre-flop, even in a freeroll, but neither had any business calling my all-in. The second player has a gutshot, and the other guy has what, exactly?

So there it is, the most dangerous hand at no limit in this variant is the unraised big blind, because you never know what it may hold. For the record, I came nowhere in this tournament. If you read my previous poker blog, you will understand why. After trebling up here I got involved in a multi-way pot a dozen or so hands later. I had AJ, and the muppet who called in front of me then joined in the shoving after my raise, and made a house from ace rag.

Can You Fold The Nuts?

You’ll never make a poker player unless you can make a big lay down, but can you fold the nuts? If you are a dedicated hold ’em player, you may find it difficult to credit you would ever do that, but consider the following. Playing a tournament you’ve had a good run and are now on the final table. Sitting in the big blind, you are dealt pocket rockets; the first player raises, the player in third position goes all-in with his short stack, the next player re-raises, and the big chip leader in the small blind comes over the top. What do you do? Sure, you are a big favourite against any of their hands heads-up, but one player is all-in already, and if the other two call and one of them gets lucky, you will be crippled. If one of them not only gets lucky but has more chips than you, you will be busted out, and if the big blind gets lucky...The sensible thing to do is fold, that way you are almost certain to finish one place higher, and if the other two call only for the small blind to flop a house of kings...so it is not simply a fold, but an easy fold. Now how about folding the nuts on the flop?

If you are playing Omaha, either straight Omaha or hi-lo, and especially pot limit, this is something you need to be able to do. Let me give you two examples from actual play. The screengrab below is from a hi-lo cash game played in the small hours of August 14, 2013. In the big blind with a total garbage hand I flopped the nuts, but it is a hand that cannot improve. To begin with, it is not totally impossible that another player could also have flopped the nuts, but how many ways can I scoop? Come to think of it, how many ways can I win even the high? Any club makes a potential flush, the board pairing makes a potential house, and a 6, 7 or 10 makes a bigger straight. Even if I hit quads runner, runner, I can win only half the pot. I did the sensible thing, and folded. Look at the final board, there is no lo, and a potential flush, a plethora of houses, and quad 8s beating my humble straight. The only sane thing to do is check the flop and fold to any bet.

The next two screengrabs are from a hi-lo tournament played on November 27, 2013. Again, I flopped the nut straight, and this time I made a small bet; as you can see there was a minimum raise followed by a not-so-minimum re-raise. I let the hand go without hesitation, and would have even if this had been a hi only tournament. To begin with, another player or two of them could have the nuts as well and a redraw.

The next screengrab vindicates my decision. As things turned out, I was actually ahead on the flop, but how many ways could I win? If the board pairs, I lose to a house, and two other players – one with a garbage hand – had draws to a bigger straight. One of them got lucky, and scooped. I cashed in this tournament, and clearly would not have had I been unwilling to fold the best hand on the flop. This is often a painful decision to have to make, but the alternatve is almost always more painful. By giving up a small amount of money or chips you are in fact saving a lot more.