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I’ve been using the two-step authenticator log in system successfully for the most part of the last year, using the Google authenticator iPhone app.
However, for the last several months it hasn’t been working – I open the app, enter the code into WordPress, can’t log in – so I have to click on the button to get an SMS verification code sent, which is convenient, but I should be able to use the authenticator.
Have deleted the app, re-installed, same old app and still doesn’t work.
Have tried to disable the Two-step method through Settings, but it won’t let me disable it because it requires a code from the authenticator!!!!!
Thinking of deleting my blog and ditching WordPress altogether, proving to be impossible to deal with and uncontactable…..
Coal is black and beautiful, anthracite and lignite too,
Climate change is just a myth, and CO2 is good for you.
Greenhouse gas is better than red
And Joe Hockey recently said
Wind farms are ruining the landscape.
It earns us lots of money, from export sales to China,
Brown coal means chocolate, and jobs for happy miners.
The emissions trading scheme is dead
And Joe Hockey recently said
Wind farms are ruining the landscape.
The Carbon Pollution Reduction Scheme and the Garnaut Climate Change Review
Are as exciting as Kenny G, and just as interesting too.
Using fossil fuels is recycling the dead
And Joe Hockey recently said
Wind farms are ruining the landscape.
“The murder of David Haines is an act of pure evil.” David Cameron
“The murderous fools who cut the heads off of Americans must be destroyed.” Barak Obama
Dear President Obama,
When are you and your ilk going to stop reacting like dads hearing their son’s or daughter’s death metal CD for the first time?!
When are you world leaders going to stop with the obvious rhetoric and start with some not-so-obvious, covert action?!
In regard to the two aforementioned quotes, I would like to paraphrase Mike from the Young Ones: we already know that, and they don’t care!!!
The world knows these are evil and inhuman acts, we don’t need stiffs to tell us the sky is blue. The group that perpetrated these acts (whom I refuse to name for reasons outlined below) don’t care a bee’s dick what anyone thinks, especially the leaders of countries they have addressed in their videos.
These very conventional reactions, and your recent strange behaviour (golf?! Are you fucking serious?! Seriously, this places you dangerously in the same league as your numbskull predecessor), are not what the world needs right now!!
Yeah right, you’re mobilising 40 countries and their armed services to tackle this “cancer” head on. Do you think they weren’t expecting this to happen? Do you seriously think they are trembling in their boots now they’ve knocked the beehive out of the tree?
Air strikes?! Maybe they work well when the civilian population aren’t a concern. In this case they are a huge concern. You don’t want to be collateral-damaging Sunni families when the group you’re after is Sunni. You don’t want to be blowing away innocent Shi’a, who make up the majority of people there, because one of your greatest allies, Prime Minister al-Abadi is one. You also don’t want to be indiscriminately, but unintentionally, killing Kurds either, as your Iraqi counterpart, Fuad Masum is one. You better do this right this time. Your reckless drone wars over the last few years have achieve nothing but fomenting hatred against your country. Don’t fuck this one up.
Surely, there’s a little voice that says to you “let’s have a look at what worked and what didn’t work in terms of rooting out a problem while keeping the local population on side”. Just like you “should have anticipated the optics” of your golfing fiasco, shouldn’t you be checking in the ‘Where We Went Wrong’ files?
Yes, they are earning $3 million a day through black market oil sales. Yes, they are the largest terrorist group ever assembled in the known history of the world. Yes, they have potential branches in Yemen, Somalia, Nigeria, and elsewhere (where you claim to have had victories).
Yet they are not the slightest bit conventional, so you need to tackle this from a non-conventional angle. Here are a few ideas:
Media organisations and world leaders alike cannot decide on a consistent term of reference for this terrorist organisation, invariably veering from one acronym to another (each of the three acronyms have been been provided by the media-savvy terror group themselves). Even calling them a terrorist organisation seems to put them in a category that we are all too familiar with – so familiar with in fact, that this term alone – terrorist – has become so much smaller than the thing it describes, and thus the power (the awesome, terrifying power) that lies within this term of reference has also become smaller, a sound we hear or read every hour of every day in the news. Try saying any word over and over – it eventually loses it’s meaning, becoming just a sound. In losing its meaning, it also loses its power, its ability to crystallize the object it is describing with context. You could argue that this same phenomenon could happen, and indeed has already happened, to the current terrorist organisation – their acronym being breathlessly included in just about every bite-sized media utterance. But that we are using the term supplied for us by them betrays our acknowledgement of their authority over those modes of transmission we all love and use. By continuing to use the appellation (or the various versions of it) that it has chosen for itself is reinforcing their existence as a serious entity, and acknowledging their identity as a force to be feared. Isn’t that just what they want? Aren’t we just playing into their hands? What if we stopped using any name for them? What if we just used a sound, like a cartoon cowbell, or a roadrunner raspberry, or the sound that we hear when Wile E. Coyote sits on a cactus. Anything that removes the weight of the aforementioned acronyms, that reduces the heavy associations with their unspeakable actions. Not as comic relief for us devourers of conveniently packaged instant news, but as an attempt to knock some of the wind out of their sails, at least in terms of not taking them seriously on the surface, while enacting their imminent demise in the background.
As a terrorist organisation, they make al Qaeda look like the Cattanooga Cats. Their videos of barbaric executions, published globally for anyone and everyone to see on the Internet, serve as effective recruitment propaganda for the many disenfranchised young Muslim men, and women, all over the world. In the days after they published their video of the beheading of James Foley (the Guardian called them a “production company for manufactured evil”), it seemed that the most any world leader could was to indignantly state the obvious – that it was an atrocity. How about stop reporting everything that they do?! How about stop giving them the platform they crave?! How about the mass media just fucking wake up to the fact that they are giving them more and more power every day?!
And finally, don’t you have a thick file there somewhere that contains the details of all the underhanded, scheming, immoral, illegal maneuverings that your predecessors have undertaken, through the CIA, to topple governments and entire countries around the world? If not, you should check the internet, it’s under General Knowledge. In there you’ll find that your predecessors actually succeeded in their nefarious goals by using stealth, subterfuge, lies, deceit, money, etc. Just think, bombing the fuck out of a country hasn’t worked in the past, but these background methods, these non-conventional methods have worked a treat! You could send in your spies to infiltrate, spread rumours, sabotage, turn them against each other, let this organisation eat itself up from the inside.
In summing up, talking about how bad these people are is ridiculous. Letting the mass media pander to their desires is a mistake. Bombing the crap out of Iraq and Syria spells doom for the world.
Try renaming this group with cartoon sound effects, stop reporting everything they do, and finally send in your scumbag, lowlife spies to erode this group from the core. Just a thought.
Viewpoint: Time to devalue Islamic State hostage ‘tools’ (from http://www.bbc.com/news/world-middle-east-29594893 October 15, 2014)
By Lina Khatib Director of Carnegie Middle East Center, Beirut
Hostages have become a key tool of both propaganda and war for the Islamic State (IS). Starting with the murder of local hostages from Syria and Iraq last year, IS has now expanded its wave of beheadings to include other Arab and Western hostages, sparking anger and disbelief across the world. However, the global response is failing to curb this terrorist strategy.
There appears to be little international co-ordination over how to secure the release of hostages.
The coalition that has been formed to fight IS may be synchronising air strikes and training for the Syrian opposition, but it does not seem to have a harmonised plan in place for dealing with hostages.
A number of states are said to have paid significant sums of money in ransom for their kidnapped nationals, while others have agreed to prisoner-exchange deals. The United States attempted to rescue some of its held citizens through a military operation but it failed due to unreliable intelligence about their location.
The lack of a coherent strategy in this regard is enabling IS to continue to try to increase its demands in return for releasing detainees. Meanwhile, relatives of a number of hostages are at a loss regarding where and how to work towards getting their loved ones released.
With no government schemes in place to offer support and guidance to those relatives, they have desperately resorted to public campaigns to draw attention to the plight of the hostages.
But public campaigns, well-meaning as they are, carry two significant risks.
First, they make the hostages in question more covetable as “prizes” by IS: The higher the profile a hostage appears to have, the more notoriety IS gains from their execution (or ransom money from their exchange).
Second, the more the media broadcast messages by families of hostages pleading for their release, the more empowered IS feels.
Videos of frail parents, wives, and friends talking about their loved ones as “good people” fail to move an organisation that dehumanises its enemies.
Instead of viewing those families as individuals, IS sees them as representatives of its degenerate adversary, their pleas illustrations of the enemy begging on its knees.
In addition, pleading messages have unfortunately rarely worked as a method of releasing hostages held by terrorist organisations.
Campaigns led by Muslim figures are also failing to push IS to release hostages.
The beheading of Alan Henning on the eve of the Eid al-Adha holiday, despite a widespread campaign emphasising his respect for Islam, should be a wake-up call to those who assume that IS might be swayed by calls for compassion.
Muslim-led campaigns should not be directed at IS but at Muslims at large, carrying a message of defiance and condemnation, not humiliation.
Defiance would directly serve to delegitimise IS, which derives much of its strength from cultivating an image as an unchallengeable organisation.
And here the media are inadvertent culprits.
The global media have been reproducing propaganda material disseminated by IS. This is only giving the group free publicity, particularly as IS relies on the mainstream media to bolster its image in its bid to increase its worldwide recruitment.
Although Western news channels are not broadcasting the videos of beheadings, they continue to show stills from the videos.
Images showing black-clad IS fighters towering over kneeling hostages dressed in orange jumpsuits reinforce the idea of IS as powerful.
The colour of the jumpsuits has been deliberately chosen by the group to resemble that worn by detainees in Guantanamo Bay, thereby signalling a reversal of power dynamics.
Every time such an image is shown, it signals to IS sympathisers that the group indeed prevails and is engaged in acts of revenge against the injustice of the West and its “Crusader” allies.
It is now time for both governments and media organisations to reflect on their indirect role in reinforcing the messages of IS.
Hostage crises are at the heart of a debate that should urgently take place.
Measures such as media blackouts, government outreach and guidance to hostage families, and international co-operation on how to deal with individual hostage cases should be priorities for countries of the anti-IS coalition.
There is a wealth of useful information available from those who have successfully negotiated the release of hostages and from released detainees.
Only when IS begins to see that hostage-taking is no longer an effective political and propaganda tool will the current wave of beheadings begin to wane.
The international policy and media community shares the responsibility for driving this forward.
During my hiatus from the club band, I spent quality time with the practice kit and the metronome, studiously working on my tempos. Did I rejoin the club band after honing my time-keeping? To be honest, I don’t remember!
But the next thing I do remember is being in a band called The Suspects (perfect 80s style name). Wow! I was now in a ‘real’ rock band! It was 1982/3.
The amazing Samantha Fletcher was on vocals. She was unlike anyone else in Wagga at that time. She was odd (in the best way one could be in a town that was, at the time, dominated by blokes that had ‘normal’ jobs and played either rugby league or union, or VFL, and the ), confident and outspoken (as a great front person should be), completely individual (in dress, attitude and behaviour) and could deliver the covers de jour with great conviction and aplomb. Among those covers were ‘Boys In Town’ by the Divinyls, ‘Roxanne’, and ‘Message in A Bottle’ by The Police, and others which unfortunately escape me at the moment. (Maybe someone can help me here).
On one guitar was Rob Ludwig, who I remember seeing the previous year at another Battle of the Bands (I think his band won that (1982?) one). He walked past me, maybe a year or two older than me, wearing a Hendrix-style headband, his Gibson Firebird lazily hanging from his shoulders, and his piercing black eyes fixing me for what seemed like ages, making me think “wow, he’s the real deal, very cool”. Now I was in a band with him! He and Sam would share the banter at gigs, with Rob offering the cynical, close-to-the-bone, and invariably funny comments, which would sometimes make us wonder if we would get beaten up after the gig. Great guitar player, and cool person to be in a band with.
Now for a slight digression in order to give a little background information for what amounts to a fairly dull anecdote: Wagga has, on one side, the Forest Hill RAAF base, located about 10 kms southeast, and on the other side, about 10 kms southwest, the Kapooka Military base, or Army Recruit Training Centre. Both these institutions served the country’s efforts in WWII, the Korean and Vietnam wars, and continue to be among Australia’s primary producers of military personnel. Indeed, I’m pretty sure my father spent a little time at Kapooka after his time at Puckapunyal during WWII, and I have clear memories of my older brother, Bruce’s passing out parade there during the Vietnam war. Apparently during the 60s and 70s new recruits from these two arms of the military would meet at the bridge on Fitzmaurice Street and beat each other to pulps for some reason.
Back to Rob Ludwig’s potentially dangerous banter (this is the aforementioned dull anecdote): one Sunday evening, The Suspects were playing at the RAAF base to a group of unimpressed ‘wingnuts’ (the RAAF recruits appellation at the time – for some reason the Kapooka recruits were called ‘chocos’), when Rob, frustrated at the profound indifference heaped upon us, told his ‘new joke’.
“How do you get wingnuts to dance?”
“Dunno, Rob” (That was Sam)
“Throw them out of a plane!”
Some nervous chortling from the band, and a distinct and sudden interest in us from the sauced up new recruits at the back of the room. I remember Rob turning around and looking at me with an expression of ‘there, that stirred things up a bit, now they know we’re here’, mixed with ‘whoops!’
We played on, the RAAF guys eventually decided we were slightly entertaining enough not to beat up, and we got paid.
On the other guitar was Steve Littlewood, a signwriter who had his own business with his dad I think, which later became a very successful business I recall. Again he was about one year older than me, and his sister Anne was in my year at high school. Very nice, peaceful, calm atmosphere surrounding both him and Anne, and as both Sam and Rob were apt to become fiery in their passion for what we were doing, this calmness was a great asset.
On bass was Mick Bromham. Now, where do I start with Mick? He was/still is the person you most want, or better, need to have with you in a band. Not only a very fine bass player, with an inherent knowledge of what is not only appropriate, but tasteful and good, but also the best backing vocalist I can think of through all that time playing with the many people I did there. Unassuming, polite, but assertive when he knew he was right about a part, he was not playing for himself, he was playing for the band. And I know he carried these attributes with him in whatever band, duo or group he joined, and no doubt still does. His sense of musicianship was inspiring, even if he had no idea about it, and like everyone else (except me), he loved a beer.
Most of our gigs were at the infamous ‘Bootleg’ where local knuckleheads, mixing with the emerging art students from the local college, meant that anything could happen and generally did. I will sign off here for the moment while I gather as much information about the Bootleg as possible. I will be recruiting the help of some people who were there, as their memories might serve the next chapter better than mine alone.
Stay tuned for Part 4, featuring the Bootleg, The John Macarthur Tavern and more.
Part 2, where I attempt to recall life as a musician in Wagga Wagga during the 1980s. This is rather on-going, so if you’re interested, stick with it, as I will be enlisting the help of a few friends, old and new, who shared this fertile and exciting time, in order to make this account as comprehensive and interesting as possible.
Picking up the story about the club band, during 1981, our weekly gigs at the RSL Club and Leagues Club saw us serving as backing band to many a strange assortment of artists. These artists would be beating a well-worn path through the country, some following the ‘I had a hit with this one in the 60s, you may remember it’ fading star, some basking in the reflected glory of whatever their tribute show may have been. One that springs to mind is a rather rotund, red-haired Elvis impersonator, who apparently was quite popular.
Then there were the old leathery comedians, who required the ‘bah-dum-cha!’ from the drums after punch lines, which meant I was the only band member on stage, sitting behind the comedian, trying to make myself as small as possible in an effort not to be noticed, and also trying to listen for when those punch lines might come. I didn’t want to attract too much attention, as I was only 17 at the time and too young to be in the club, let alone working there.
The Sunday morning ‘smoko’ sessions with these comedians was an eye-opener. Here they would present the x-rated version of their act, involving the filthiest jokes I’d ever heard at the time.
As fun and interesting as all this was, there came the time when I was pulled aside by Shep (John Shepherd, the keyboard player, who is the son of Wagga’s only hypnotherapist I believe, and was an huge inspiration to me, musically, and was side-split tingly funny to boot) and told, very nicely of course, that I should sit down with a metronome, practice my tempos, get more steady, meanwhile they carried on with their old drummer.
Well, that was a humbling experience, and if I was any less of a musician I would have got angry and convinced myself that they were wrong and didn’t recognise the ‘art’ in my playing, etc. But I knew that all my listening to, and playing along with, Keith Moon was great for my wrists and fast triplet fills, but terrible for keeping time, which was the requirement for this band, and many others to come.
So, I licked my wounds and blew the dust off my metronome, and set myself the task of getting steady time-keeping in order. My reasoning being that if a drummer can’t at least do that, there will be no work.
And the work to come the following years (1982-3) was very interesting.
Bear with me while I try to form all my recollections about this period into another post.
Apart from his tasteful and superb work as guitarist for many projects, it is his appearance with Edgar Winter on Midnight Special, performing Frankenstein, that I want to draw your attention to. No, not his fantastic playing. It’s his haircut that struck me.
Now, the year was 1973, and yes, long hair was in. Just dial up anything on YouTube dated 1973 and you’ll see hair. Lots of it. Amazing afros (thank you Billy Preston), shameless shaggies (looking at you Rod Stewart), serious sideburns (yes, you Neil Young).
But the hairstyle that Ronnie Montrose is sporting in this 1973 TV appearance is definitely NOT from 1973. It’s like a hairdresser from exactly 20 years in the future teleported back to Burt Sugarman’s studios and asked for a volunteer to try a new cut, Ronnie’s hand was the first (in fact the only) one to go up, and so there he is, sporting a do that would not be seen again until Madchester was into it’s autumn years 20 years later.
Ronnie, beautiful player, see-er of future hair, and sadly missed.