Can you please tell me how to add a personalised picture?

Your magan Dovid is good, but I have tried what you suggest and it doesn't work for me

I'll give it another go..thanks

Nah.. no luck

cockneydoll wrote on Aug 26^th, 2010 at 9:24pm:


Is it possible, Shirl, that you have your pic saved in an invalid file format - and/or that the file size is larger than the site limit!?

Just checked your link and I see you just have a page with the gif and nothing else.

By the way.........I do know what a URL is. !! I have been on the internet since its inception in Australia

My first computer, pre-internet, had to the best of my memory, about 200MBs RAM. Early days I had about 50 MBs a month from Ozemail on 56kbps. It was great fun. I have a few friends overseas still on dial-up

I have done what you said... I have been trying it for weeks, all to no avail

I will give something else a go. I have what I want to use on my profile elsewhere. I will try that URL

It's easy to think the Jews are overplaying the victim thing, until you stumble across people like Mel Gibson.

http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/features/mad-as-a-hutton/story-e6frg8h6-1225906874255

YOUR choice of toxic sludges: overnight the poison pouring from Mel Gibson's mouth had pushed the oil spilling from BP's well out of the news. Every channel was channelling his rant, bringing back memories of previous rants rancid with anti-Semitism.

As I wrote at the time, Mel is as mad as a Hutton. It all begins with his father, for whom Mel seems to be a ventriloquial doll. One of the world’s leading Holocaust deniers, Hutton Gibson is a spectacularly unpleasant man – as I discovered when a reader sent me some bootleg tapes of Australian sermons. His voice is chilling, the same sort of cold certainties you get from bin Laden. Sharing the hatred of Jews that echoes from caves in Afghanistan, Hutton also directs his loathing to the Catholic Church. A fundamentalist in his faith, Hutton regards the modern Vatican as a cesspit of heresy and the Pope, despite his enthusiasm for Opus Dei, as the anti-Christ.

Young Mel inherited the family heirloom of Hutton’s hatreds. Echoed them in that epic of religious porn, The Passion of The Christ, complete with its hook-nosed Christ-killers. But, of course, the same madness gave Mel a cutting edge worthy of a chainsaw massacre. From The Road Warrior to The Woad Warrior (my preferred title for Braveheart), young Gibson’s performances have been defined by derangement. From his cold sadism in Mad Max to Edge of Darkness, Gibson teeters on the brink, and jumps off.

In Shakespeare’s Hamlet the prince feigns madness. In Gibson’s Hamlet he is mad. Stark raving. Ditto for his interpretation of Fletcher Christian. Where it’s traditional for actors to play the captain as a raging despot, Anthony Hopkins’ Bligh seemed sweetly reasonable beside Gibson’s tantrum-tosser. Mel on the verge of a grand mal, frothing and fulminating. This is not merely Mel’s shtick, what made his career; it is his essence as a man.

I have vivid memories of Mel as a young actor. Even sitting in a cafe or at Mascot waiting for a flight to Melbourne, the little bloke would seem to be silently seething. I don’t know about the other 10 children (plus 48 grandchildren), but Mel is his father’s son. The Holocaust is a hoax, says Hutton. How could the Nazis have disposed of six million bodies? Vatican II was “a Masonic plot backed by the Jews”. Pope Benedict XVI is gay. And 9/11? Another hoax. Who then? How? Not by al-Qa'ida, says Hutton, but by remote control. No humans on board the planes – “anyone can put out a passenger list”. Little wonder Mel was so convincing in Conspiracy Theory.

Hutton believes there were more Jews in Europe after the war – that the millions claimed to be dead simply moved to other countries. And in a rag-bag collection of other ideas... the American states should secede from the Union; the US should simply cancel its national debt; millions of Americans are being stolen by UFOs… Well, no, I made that last one up. That’s what millions of other Americans believe.

Listening to Hutton’s sermons, words as lethal weapons, I was painfully aware that he was brilliant. A first-class intelligence used to bolster bigotry, religious mania and a plethora of nutty theories. Little wonder he was a big winner in quiz shows. Not quite a Barry Jones, but in the major league. And he’s given his movie star son all the answers. Mel funds his father’s World Faith Foundation and bought him his own church in California. The father, the son and the unholy spirit of hatred. The poor kid never had a chance.

Poor little Mel,
he reminds me of Hitler
...just sticking up for his big brother Jesus.

(much like little Mike Tyson does for the bigger Mohammed Ali)

much like any Prophet does for a slain Messiah.

Jesus's last words: "Wait till me little brother Hitler gets his hands on yas!" (croak).

...so, does anyone here want do die upon the Southern Cross?
I'm sure we can hook you up with two other crosses (PNG & NZ) on either side so you can sing "Always look on the bright side of life"