Arthur C Clarke, Sci Fi author and pseudo-scientist died last week in his adopted home of Sri Lanka.  One isn't supposed to speak ill of the dead, right? But what if the dead were not very good guys?  Is it OK to speak a little bit of ill?  Why not?  While we were being distracted by world and local affairs, the price of gasoline and the distress of the Chinese/Tibetan conflict, Arthur "shuffled off this mortal coil" last week (to quote Shakespeare in Hamlet).  He topped my list of "bad guys."  He was a dirty old man who used little Tamil boys for sex in his adopted home, Sri Lanka.  His fame and his fortune were more than great enough to buy him protection from prosecution and give him permanent celebrity status.  Arthur was an open advocate of pedophelia - sex with young boys to be precise.

The Germans have been buttering up the Sri Lankans for year, pushing their eugenics-Nazi garbage about Aryans and Dravidians.  The favored majority in Sri Lanka are of course, the lighter skinned Aryans, while the Dravidians, the dark-skinned Tamils, are the despised (and used) minority.  And use those little Tamil boys he did.  In England and other civilized countries, Clarke would have been locked up for a long time for his crimes, but in Sri Lanka, Clarke's fame and fortune bought him protection from prosecution, intimidation of those who spoke out against him, and his choice of young boys anytime he pleased.  Following his lead, entire sections of the beautiful Sri Lankan beach areas near Colombo have been invaded by gay sex tourists and the hotels, clubs and restaurants that service them.  There is a plentiful supply of young Tamil boys that are pressed into service every year.

Most of us remember Clarke as the screen writer of the mega-movie hit, "2001, A Space Odyssey."  He had a reputation as a scientist but he wasn't much of a man of science.  He wrote a few successful Sci-Fi books that topped the charts in the 1950's.  He took his not insignificant fortune and moved from England to Sri Lanka, the former British colony of Ceylon, 40 years ago.  There, his money would go ten times further and his reputation even further than that.  The Sri Lankans have a penchant for great white father figures and Clarke fit the bill.  100 years earlier, they'd welcomed Madam Blavatsky and Henry Steele Olcott (the cranks who founded the Theosophical Society) as saviors.  After they'd been run out of India for fraud, these two characters descended on the island of Ceylon and permanently corrupted Buddhism into a fast-food palatable version, simplified for the masses.  Never mind these two were charlatans of the first order who were derided in their own countries.  So, along came Arthur Clarke to assume their mantle.  

Sri Lanka is the male pedophile capitol of the world.  The statistics vary but a good estimate is that about 30,000 young Tamil boys are forced to engage in sex with European men every year in the hotels, bathrooms, beaches and dark crevices of Sri Lanka.  Out of the 200,000 German pedophile sex tourists who pour out of Germany every year, at least 30,000 men head for Sri Lanka.  The sex trade means tourist dollars for the local economy.  The police and politicians get fat looking the other way and Tamils are disposable in the Sri Lankan national view of life.  30,000 people have "disappeared" in Sri Lanka over the last few decades and many of those were young boys who knew too much.  If you keep your mouth shut and look the other way you can get rich.  In the words of  Nick Possum, "In a third world country, no-one can hear you scream."

I stood waiting one morning at the Deniwala police station in Colombo to file a complaint about some local monks and had the "privilege" of watching several beefy Colombo policemen beat and strip naked a Tamil youth before throwing him screaming into a cell, laughing at him and sneering at me and the other onlookers.  They didn't even try to hide their misdeeds.  The sex trade is big money for them.  They have laws against it but not even a dozen arrests have ever been made and no more than $30 in fines have ever been paid.  The hotel industry flourishes with everything from small "guest houses" to large, plush hotels that service the European men who arrive alone or in groups.  They come for "spa treatment" or "Ayurvedic medicine".  Ironically, Ayurveda roughly translates as "science of life."  While I was there, the Tsunami hit and former German Chancellor Helmut Kohl, a disgraced, corrupt politician in Germany, but a man of immense power in the new Aryan world of Sri Lanka made the headlines.  Helmut Kohl was "rescued" from a hotel roof with six others in his party.  He claimed he came to Thalpe (near Colombo) for Ayurvedic treatment!  This was the man who tried to rid Germany of vitamins!  But there he was with his entourage in a hotel noted for access to little boys when the Tsunami came and blew his cover. Three days after the Tsunami, he was airlifted out by the Sri Lankan Air Force, not because he was in any danger but because he was important.

"When Arthur Clarke on a BBC interview acknowledged his acceptance of a pedophile lifestyle, it did not trigger any investigation. When Helmut Kohl got stuck in a tourist resort during the tsunami, he was accorded an official ‘rescue’. The only time you hear a story on this topic is when a tourist neglects to pay courtesy to the officials. In some cases the kids do not even get paid for their work. They do this to make the leaders of their neighborhood attain favors from a tourist.  The life cycle of a poor child in Sri Lanka includes being subjected to sexual activities."  Useless-Knowledge.com 

According to Nick Possum's column:  "Arthur C. Clarke was in the news. Just days before he was due to be knighted by Prince Charles the reactionary old science fiction writer and 'futurist' had confessed to being a common pederast, preying on the impoverished boys of Sri Lanka, where he had lived like some sort of honoured cultural icon and patron saint of 'sex tours' for four decades. I had always wondered why he moved there and now the old bastard had just blurted it out.  It was a ghastly metaphor for the role of the IMF and the multinationals in the Third World: Hello, young fella ... here's a dollar to buy some sweets ... would you like to come up and play with my computer games ... I've got 'Predator' ... it runs great on the Pentium ... like a Bacardi and Coke? ... sit down ... pizza? ... bet you like videos ... you'll love this one ... it's all about bodybuilding ... have you ever seen a grown man naked? ... enjoy.  But perhaps, I thought, I was being harsh on Arthur C. Clarke. Perhaps he was, after all, a sort of benefactor in Sri Lanka.

At least by the standards of the royal family Clarke was a person of great intelligence and civilisation. After all, they were going to knight him. Who am I, a mere possum, to argue with them. In his time in Sri Lanka literally hundreds of impoverished young lads might have benefitted from Clarke's attentions."  http://www.brushtail.com.au/waterside.whispers.html

In Sri Lanka, the stunning beauty of the island seems in direct ratio to the madness, criminality and war that infests it.  It is truly one of the world's most beautiful island offerings.  It sadly attracts the world's insanity, greed, war, and madness.  So Arthur C. Clarke is gone.  Good riddance! Helmut Kohl will go soon.  Good riddance.

Geoffrey

P.S.: Here another’s viewpoint, I thought you might find it interesting:

http://blackcatbone.blogspot.com/  

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 19, 2008

Arthur C. Clarke, The World's Dirtiest Old White Man Futurist Pedophile, Dies

"Damnit, I said I want you to deliver a 6-year old brown skin kid over here ASAP. It doesn't matter what country it's from. Just pick a cute one, you know, one like my old departed friend William S. Burroughs would have enjoyed. What do you mean you've never heard of William S. Burrough?! Jesus Christ. You illilerate jacksss. Ok. How about one you think might compel Angelina Jolie to breakdown in tears and adopt if she saw it. For God's sake please tell me you know who Angelina Jolie is...you do know who she is, right? What about the word 'compel'? Do you need me to provide you with a working definition of that word? What a bipolar idiot of a customer service representative you are, sir. Talking to you is like talking to HAL 9000 when he's forgotten to take his meds." -- The pedophile science fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke ordering his last daily fix of children from Sri Lanka's Kids R Us To Serve Your Rich White Sick Needs.

I bet the police in Sri Lanka are having a wild time dowloading images off this sick old bastard's hard drive.

I understand that Arthur C. Clarke also adorned his walls with Sally Mann's photographs of little Jessie.

It quite interesting that for a guy who milked a career out of blowing a lot hot air about the moralistic sci-fi future that thank God never saw the light of day - if you've never done so, make a point of reading Susan Sontag's "The Imagination of Disaster" - that Arthur C. Clarke would spend his 50-plus years on an island developing his personal sexual predilictions as a historic elitist homage to the nastiest of child-raping ancient Roman emperors.

"I am trying to think of the youngest boy I have ever had because, of course, you can't tell it here. I think most of the damage comes from the fuss made by hysterical parents afterwards. If the kids don't mind, fair enough,'' he was reported to have said in the interview which was conducted at his house.

I hope this piece of shit really suffered before he set off on his journey beyond the stars.