Kim Kardashian

Now we know why the Herald won’t cover local body politics: no clicks

The NZ Herald has a revealing article today that explains why they aren’t spending much time covering local body politics. There are simply no clicks in it for them.

Aucklanders are more interested in Kim Kardashian than local body politics, if their Google searches are anything to go by.

Postal voting for New Zealand’s last local elections began on September 20, 2013 and voting closed on October 12.

Auckland searches for the term “elections” relative to total searches reached its 2013 peak between October 6 and 12, according to Google Trends.

Google rated levels of interest from low at one, rising as interest levels go up. Search interest in “elections” went from 22 to 100 in one week.

However, election interest fell short of the relative interest in reality music competition X Factor NZ three months earlier.   Read more »

Dotcom extradition hearings turn from a farce into a tragedy

photo credit - AAP

photo credit – AAP

Steve Braunias summarises the first week of Dotcom’s hapless defence, and he’s even less merciful than Judge Dawson.

Where were the crowds? “Big day today,” Kim Dotcom advised the 468,000 followers on his Twitter account on Monday morning. “Let’s go!” Dotcom’s legal team, finally, began their defence of their excitable client in week six of his extradition hearing.

Uncle Sam and the FBI – aptly, the courtroom is in Federal St – have stuck it to Dotcom and the three men co-accused of copyright infringement, racketeering, money laundering and fraud. Now it was the turn of the defence to stick it to Uncle Sam and the FBI.

“I wish you could all be at my court hearing,” Dotcom tweeted, wistfully. “It’s going to be good.” But the public gallery was empty, and the press bench was down to three.

Dotcom looked rather glum. His defence lawyer Ron Mansfield looked even worse. The poor devil was struck down with a killer head cold. His great moment had arrived; here, at last, was his chance to denounce the US in loud, ringing tones, but he felt like he had sheep running around inside of his head.

He played the sympathy card with Judge Nevin Dawson. But the judge wasn’t in the mood for cards. “Your Honour will be aware I’m not recognised for being an orator,” Mansfield said. “I struggle with words beyond one syllable.”

Dawson stared at him. His implacable face sent a message spelled out in words which required only one syllable: get on with it. He got on with it. Mansfield’s submission – volume one, 300 pages – was wide-ranging and powerful. In essence, he said the US case was woeful, pathetic, lame. Worse, it was political. He said it was driven by Hollywood, which demanded that the White House crack down on Dotcom’s Megaupload file-sharing empire.

“This is not a conspiracy theory. Hollywood threatened the Democrats and Republicans that they would lose their massive financial support.”

Braunias is only warming up.   Read the rest here.  (a rare link to A newspaper as that piece deserves to read in full)

 

– Steve Braunias, A newspaper

Boris Johnson on Matt Taylor’s “offensive” shirt

Boris Johnson was also upset at Dr Matt Taylor’s shirt, it brought tears of rage…that people could abuse him for wearing such a thing.

The other day the brilliant space scientist Dr Matt Taylor was asked to give a report on the progress of Philae, the astonishing little landing craft that has travelled, in all, four billion miles to become the first representative of humanity to visit the surface of a comet. Dr Taylor leant forwards. He started to speak. Then his voice went husky, and it became painfully obvious to viewers that he was actually crying. And of course he has many very good reasons to feel emotional. The London-born astrophysicist has been part of a mind-blowing success.

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Except, of course, that he wasn’t crying with relief. He wasn’t weeping with sheer excitement at this interstellar rendezvous. I am afraid he was crying because he felt he had sinned. He was overcome with guilt and shame for wearing what some people decided was an “inappropriate” shirt on television. “I have made a big mistake,” he said brokenly. “I have offended people and I am sorry about this.”

I watched that clip of Dr Taylor’s apology – at the moment of his supreme professional triumph – and I felt the red mist come down. It was like something from the show trials of Stalin, or from the sobbing testimony of the enemies of Kim Il-sung, before they were taken away and shot. It was like a scene from Mao’s cultural revolution when weeping intellectuals were forced to confess their crimes against the people.

Why was he forced into this humiliation? Because he was subjected to an unrelenting tweetstorm of abuse. He was bombarded across the internet with a hurtling dustcloud of hate, orchestrated by lobby groups and politically correct media organisations.

And so I want, naturally, to defend this blameless man. And as for all those who have monstered him and convicted him in the kangaroo court of the web – they should all be ashamed of themselves.

Yes, I suppose some might say that his Hawaii shirt was a bit garish, a bit of an eyeful. But the man is not a priest, for heaven’s sake. He is a space scientist with a fine collection of tattoos, and if you are an extrovert space scientist, that is the kind of shirt that you are allowed to wear.   Read more »

Stupid Headlines

The Daily Mail had this headline on their article of 16 August about Kim Kardashian:

She of course wasn’t holding a “huge rifle gun”, it was a simple over and under shotgun for skeet shooting…depsite the Mail repeating their error in the story:

In one snap Kim is pictured toting a large rifle as she describes a skeet shooting adventure with step-father Bruce Jenner, brother Rob and sister Kylie.

Uhmmm…no…that is a shotgun…idiots!

 

Two hands! Two hands with space in the middle

Andrew Sullivan

3 grandmas talk about the Kardashians and end up watching the Ray-J and Kim Kardashian sex tape.

For Jacinda, remembering her youth

The Kim Kardashian of the Labour party is not young enough to forget My Little Pony.