I’m not sure I can vote UKIP: rather like voting for Hitler because you like his re-armament policies and hope that the bit about the Jews was mostly for show..
Starting a single-issue party that’s obsessively dedicated to ending a flawed-but-democratically-elected transnational institution’s influence over what happens in your country by no means proves or entails that you’re a xenophobe. And the fact that there’s smoke pouring out of your dashboard by no means proves or entails that your car’s on fire.
Oh, and out of fairness and accuracy I should also point out that Green healthcare policy is mental-bordering-on-evil. I can see the point of voting for either party if you’ve given up on everyone else on the right/left, but do so while being very aware that if either were elected now, they’d be significantly worse than any of the big games in town.
- Not enjoying return to work. Feel utterly poleaxed, even though Monday was a day of great sobriety and moderation. #
- “What’s *like* Butt Hole but slightly more polite?” “I know, ‘Archer’!” http://bit.ly/UtterlyButterly #
- @antonvowl @billybragg bloody hell, that’s some scary voodoo you’ve got there #
- Germans in ‘even more terrifyingly insane than us’ award: http://tinyurl.com/rcgfhd #
- Early night. Tour of half-built railway line in the morning. Good follow-up to silly weekend. #
- @bloggerheads shame Izzard didn’t mention that best way to keep #thebnparetwats out is voting green http://tinyurl.com/rxsxnm #
- I wwonder if ppl who thought falling £/$ rates = OMG WE’RE FUXXORED now think we’re in a new age of milk and honey http://tinyurl.com/pltrl9 #
- Just overheard in office: “the bad news is you’re sacked, the good news is not yet so get on with your work” #
- I *think* it was a joke #
- “Banking industry now held in such contempt customers feel safer handing money to people who are openly Spanish” http://tinyurl.com/rb9kc5 #
- I now have 5 hours of recurring-forever meetings scheduled every single Monday, starting at 9AM. Woo. #
- @mrpower wow, that’s some of the silliest nonsense I’ve ever read, even by US right-wing-blog standards never mind MSM in reply to mrpower #
- Surely this should be Comic Sans? http://xkcd.com/590/ #
- @antonvowl indeed. Hence, if I wanted to rile a typography lover, I’d use Comic Sans rather than Papyrus… #
- Quality old joke repurposing: RT @chickyog Bill Cash: ‘my flat was incredibly small.’ Yeah, and so’s my violin, mate. #
- @catdonnelly insert ‘careless wispa’ gag #
- RT @antonvowl Dear Iain Dale, I think Nadine Dorries is a twat. This doesn’t mean I think you’re a twat. But as it happens, I do. #
- I totally did this, and it totally worked: http://tinyurl.com/q834on #
- Grass “greener on other side”: http://tinyurl.com/my9prx #
- “As you all know I’m a big fan of 70s prog/synth rock soundtracks to italian horror movies” is not a good way to begin an email #
- I bought some trendy East German sneakers on ebay. Bastards reported me to the Stasi #
- A guide to right-wing thought – RT @dnotice: Why the X hate the Y http://is.gd/Kwiz #
- arr. too hungover. can you get new heads on eBay? #
- @dnotice I’ve already got one of those! I want an unshrunken, unpickled, thoroughly hydrated one… #
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The threat [of Terribly Bad Things if the Tories don't abolish all public services, taxes, etc] is abstract, but needs to be made real.
What this means:
There isn’t actually a disastrous crisis that means we’ll need to abolish all public services, taxes, etc, but if we lie that there is one then we might get away with doing so anyway.
…or could it be something a little more sinister?
- “Why is the misfortune of losing a pet worthy of more consolation than the much greater one of being stupid?” http://tinyurl.com/o72znq #
- A sledgehammer to crack a nutjob: http://tinyurl.com/rxknvv #sackdorries #reformdaftenglishlibellaw #thebarclaybrothersarevilecrooks #
- Victoria Coren is t3h excellents: http://tinyurl.com/p6nzn5 #
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Freemania has done tagged me with a meme: 7 things I love. Not in order, and probably not accurate.
1) intelligent girl-pop. c.f.
2) Chris Morris. Explanation required? Go elsewhere.
3) London. Everything about London. Name a thing you don’t like about London and I’ll like it. Well, apart from fiver-a-mile cab fares.
4) Writing. Oh come on, duh.
5) Falling asleep with a woman I love already asleep on my chest, or failing that shoulder. Former not for a while, latter recent-er. Not particularly loving current carefree bachelor existence, in all honesty.
6) Not being poor. Which probably translates, certainly by global standards and maybe even UK standards, as ‘being fairly rich’. Knowing that if even if I get laid off in the downturn/recession/depression/apocalypse and can’t get a job, I’ve saved enough money in the bank to pay a good few years’ rent. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never spent more than gbp900 on anything at all – but do at least lead a fairly not-worrying-about-how-much-that’ll-cost life.
7) Puerile humour. ‘Fox in a box’. Viz. I suppose Chris Morris predicted that, but any bad pun or bad tastery (possibly aside from bad tastery that’s vindictively aimed at a non-loathsome group) wins my favour.
I don’t do re-tagging, but if I did, it’d probably be the best re-tagging in the world.
This is one of the most interesting and considered pieces I’ve read, on a subject where it’d be easy to descend into dogma and slating. Read it.
Speaking of corrupt and debased legal systems’ inability to satisfy victims’ families’ need for justice, this is also SKILLS:
This is unimaginably, insanely dreadful:
I’m going to have to sue them right now, before Nick Cohen and the New Scientist get the libel laws abolished…
From the comments here:
Starting an illegal war and allowing the banks to ruin the economy, neither of those is sufficiently serious to bring down a government. But a couple of free dinners…
The original piece is interesting as well – the Telegraph smearing a couple of Lib Dem MPs, one for letting his daughter stay at his London flat (while neglecting to mention that he paid 1/3 of the flat’s cost to reflect the fact he was making personal use of it), and one for travelling around his enormous, 10%-of-Scotland constituency. The horror!
Incidentally, if I had to work on a permanent basis in two different locations hundreds of miles apart, damn right I’d expect my employer to pay for a second flat, and damn right I’d expect them to pay for decent furniture, a telly, and suchlike. Obviously that isn’t the case if the second site is only 15 miles away, and the deal shouldn’t be structured in a way that allows me to make money from property speculation – but there’s some serious baby-bathwater stuff going on with the MP expenses scandal.
In the same vein, see D-Notice’s plans to prevent anyone with kids from becoming an MP, by cutting base pay to gbp30,000 and not paying any expenses at all. I also like his plan to make all government departments junk Microsoft and move to the execrable OpenOffice: this is either a man who has not done anything serious with spreadsheets ever, or a man who’s trying to destroy the system from within…
Charlie Brooker sums up Britishness with t3h excellence:
I was born in the 70s and grew up in a tiny rural village. There was, I think, only one black kid in my primary school. One day, someone pushed him over and called him “blackjack”. The headmaster called an impromptu assembly. It involved the entire school, and took place outdoors. No doubt: this was unusual.
We stood in military rows in the playground. I must have been about six, so I can’t remember the words he used, but the substance stuck. He spoke with eerie, measured anger. He’d fought in the second world war, he told us. Our village had a memorial commemorating friends of his who had died. Many were relatives of ours. These villagers gave their lives fighting a regime that looked down on anyone “different”, that tried to blame others for any problem they could find; a bullying, racist regime called “the Nazis”. Millions of people had died thanks to their bigotry and prejudice. And he told us that anyone who picked on anyone else because they were “different’ wasn’t merely insulting the object of their derision, but insulting the headmaster himself, and his dead friends, and our dead relatives, the ones on the war memorial. And if he heard of anyone – anyone – using racist language again, they’d immediately get the slipper.
Corporal punishment was still alive and well, see. The slipper was his nuclear bomb.
It was the first time I was explicitly told that racism was unpleasant and it was a lesson served with a side order of patriot fries. Or rather, chips. Our headmaster had fought for his country, and for tolerance, all at once. That’s what I understood it meant to be truly “British”: to be polite, and civil and fair of mind. (And to occasionally wallop schoolkids with slippers, admittedly, but we’ll overlook that, OK? We’ve moved on.)
Hating furriners, wanting to kick out furriners, being jealous of furriners – all of that nonsense is as foreign, un-British and generally despicable as it gets.