* Tony Blair jumped into the marriage versus other valid lifestyles debate by saying the problem was not one of marriage but of failing parents, presumably this is Tone's way of alluding to Ms Thatcher's great creation the english underclass. He doesn't refer to it directly for some reason, most likely because its got worse under his watch as has social mobility which is now at a standstill (what can you expect from a thatcherite public school boy who promotes his public school friends like Lord Faulkner a sure fire match for 'Dim but Nice'. However not so dim that he can be pinned down.)
Tony has now found a new rule which is 'anything I say three times is true.' Which is irritating but fails to work on anybody as he is p**sing off soon and won't be staying on as a backbench MP. This is because as soon as he becomes an ex-PM every MP will be able to tell him what they think with impunity.
No news as to whether he's fixed himself up with job or whether he'll have to meander on the speaking circuit earning pots of money.
Listening to the radio I was astonished to hear that Cherie Blair will be giving a Lent talk on radio 4. I suppose she will be covering avarice.

* I have read 'Under the Volcano' (see depressing books below) it is definitely more depressing than 'The Mayor of Casterbridge' in fact it leaves Tom Hardy standing. However, to really appreciate this book you need to have experienced a two week bender on the booze with 'hair of dog' on waking excess. If you are familiar with this scenario then you will know exactly where the main character is. The punchline is indeed devastating. This is a major *** (three star) suicide read. This tale starts at the bottom and slides into the pit, thoroughly recommended and extremely well written.

* It was announced that an american film producer of the appalling film Titanic has discovered Jesus and Mary Magdalene's tomb. Far from being in France it was in Jerusalem. Finding Jesus's tomb. Mmmmmm , yeah right, what a stroke of luck. It had been overlooked since 1980 until a yank turns up apparently the DNA tests prove it. Mmmmmm what are the odds? I'm convinced how about you?

* Alan Johnson has come up with the astonishing revelation that :
"Parenting has a greater impact on a child's attainment than any other factor - race, class or religion."
The research to back this statement up is not presented, because it doesn't exist. He then goes on to make the truly amazing comment " To claim that society is in 'deep trouble' is not only gross hyperbole, it's also wholly inaccurate." Where the f*** has he been living and he has obviously not been reading my blog. This idiot is the education secretary so I guess that explains the tremendous strides backwards education has been taking.
He then witters on : "The paradox of incentivising different forms of relationships is that it frequently penalises the most vulnerable parents who need it most." ?? What the f*** does that mean?
He then rambles on : "The Married Couples Allowance ,represented the state at its most pernicious and judgemental." No it didn't it, became politically incorrect, and due to changes within society it became an allowance (burden to the treasury) it was easy to stop paying without much political kickback. Just one of many valid lifestyles, etc,etc.
This is new labours response (I assume) to old etonian cameron's support for the traditional family.
None of the research backs f***face johnson in the least, yet still the politically correct crap drops out. He seems to be most concerned that people living valid alternative lifestyles don't get upset. I blame hollywood which started selling the idea of everlasting romantic love, now there's an idea that can disappoint everybody.

* I was listening to some CD's good old Uncle Dave lent me. If you have any interest in hearing decent fingerpicking acoustic guitar then check out Davy Graham and Bert Jansch. Bert Jansch's early stuff is available on very reasonable priced CD's with two albums per CD. It's amazing. Davy Graham check-out Folk Blues and Beyond. This stuff is so good it makes you either get your guitar out or decide to give up.
This is a major recommendation go on do you ears a favour.

* On the home front the amount of debt getting written is impressively large, unsecured debt this is. After detailing bankruptcies, IVA's and debt stress (what the f**k is debt stress, I hear you ask) this is where you can only afford to pay off the minimum amount and therefore, if things don't pick up for you, you'll be in debt for the rest of your life. Obviously inflation should see it dwindle a bit.
These articles in the news papers are always accompanied by a supposed real life case where the name is changed to spare blushes. The example I read had run up £30,000 on credit cards (unsecured debt) and couldn't get another credit card !!.
I was encouraged to feel sympathy for this person as a victim of ruthless encouragement to shop by the banks. Of course we can't expect anyone to take responsibility for their retail therapy and we can only shake our heads at this poor victim of irresponsible bank lending.
What I wanted to know is what the **** they spent it on. I mean £30,000 worth of what? Was it shrewd antique purchases that they could cash in , I guess not. What did they think they were doing after they saw the repayments and interest on £20,00 grand did they think 'Oh I can stand a bit more of that? My attitude is well you stupid ****** tough s***, or am I being too hard? Here I am paying my debts and these people are getting IVA's writing off 60% of the debt. Whose the mug I wonder?

* Finally got my Blog for Amusing sub-titles to 19th Century pictures and original JS pictures up and running a link is available in the side panel.

* Tony 'I apologise for slavery' Blair when questioned about the complete f***-up in Iraq came up with the following piece of bollocks :
The principal reason you've got a problem is, as I say, because there are elements deliberately giving you that problem."
Excuse me but what kind of statement is that?
We have a problem which is people are deliberately blowing things up the reason for this is people are deliberately blowing things up!
Good old nothing to do with me Blair who is no longer blowing things up in Iraq.
Nobody will ask him the relevant question which is, Didn't you get involved in Iraq because you like kissing American Arse? The answer which is yes he does.

---------------Great British achievements : ---------------
* Pregnancy in young women :
Office for National Statistics figures reveal 70.9 per 1,000 girls aged 15-17 in deprived areas conceive compared with 16.2 per 1,000 in richer areas. The difference was even greater when just under-16s were considered,
* Kill a Brit rates :
In the least deprived areas, 71% of pregnancies in under-18s end in abortion, compared with 39% in the most deprived. Among girls under 16, the proportions were 77% and 50%.
* Pregnancy Bollocks :
"Teenage pregnancy is a complex social issue requiring long-term strategic solutions.
Obviously what is needed here is an investigation into the high rates of rape, incest and ill-health (the conditions under which abortion is allowed) among those living in richer areas. Despite years of sex education and contraceptive advice young women are having children because they believe this way they can get what they want, which is, to love and recieve love.

*Booze Britain
* The latest data show alcohol-related deaths in the UK have doubled in the past 15 years. Hey great going.
* Booze Bollocks:
We are also working closely with alcohol drinks industry and non-industry stakeholders on promoting more responsible drinking and preventing alcohol misuse.
Yeah right thats why booze has never been cheaper. Another great legacy for Mr bollocks Blair and the other assholes in his cabinet.
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*Why are they here?
The Muslim Council of Britain (MCB) issued new guidelines for schools. This lists numerous points at which seperate provision should be provided for Muslim children.
On reading these points I can't help wondering why they have moved to this country. It is obvious that the indigenous culture is basically inimical to Muslim teaching. So what was the big attraction? I've yet to hear any Muslim explain the percieved advantage of moving to Britain instead of one of the many Islamic paradises in countries throughout the world.

* Had a look at the stats and they're more depressing than 'The Mayor of Casterbridge' and probably 'Madam Bovary'. All this wit and penetrating analysis is being read by about 8 people. One of which might be me if 'view blog' registers a click.
Mentioning this to some friends they told me I needed to post some naked tottie as this will up the hits with a suitable label, 'Hot Babe' was considered to be the most enticing. Unfortunately none of my female acquaintances was willing to be photographed naked even when I offered to post them with a black oblong over the face. This is not the sporting attitude that is likely to pick up hits for this blog.
I have had further suggestions for depressing books but most of these seemed to be based on the sense of futile wasted time that came on reaching the end. A bit like writing daily entries for this blog in fact.

* I got a email that said, " If you think the 'Mayor of Casterbridge' is depressing you must be a real wimp who takes a box of tissues to the cinema. A really depressing read which can cause clinical depression is 'Under the Volcano' by Malcom Lowry. This book has a killer punchline and should be read in one sitting allowing some time for sleep obviously. Warning - do not watch the film it is total crap."
Well thanks for the abusive recommendation I'll give it a go and report back.
On the same lines an aquaintance suggested 'Madame Bovary' by some frog called Gustave Flaubert was much more depressing. Another book that doesn't exactly have a gripping title, that definitely sounds like chic-lit but apparently it isn't.

I'm definitely going to read these books and compose a list of novels called 'Suicide Books'. These books will be rated as follows:
*** three stars - I feel like I stumbled into a dark cold place from which there is no way out. I'm going to board up the windows, rain, sirens in the night.
** two stars - Why do I bother getting up, I'm never going to work again,life is so pointless and bleak.
* one star - I think I'll curl up in a ball and take a week off work.
I guess the 'Mayor of Casterbridge' will be lucky to get one star.

* The news was that the tories are ahead of labour in the polls, no surprise there. What is surprising is that according to the pundits Tony Baloney is a deeply religious man. This has to be regarded in the light of the fact that in england anyone who knows where their local church is would be regarded as religious. Tone is I understand church of england but attends mass at an RC church with his wife. Considering the actions taken by his government he is definitely C of E, As I have said before, the C of E is 'so much milksop and water as to affect neither a mans politics nor his pastimes.' Which sums Tony up.
His wife is often described as a devout Catholic which is bizarre if you have ever heard her opinions on the Roman Catholic church's attitude to married priests, women priests, gay marriages. Obviously not a great believer in the Magesterium of the RC church. Like many english catholics she is infact a protestant but for sentimental reasons persists in attending mass. One reason that has been suggested is that it enables her children to attend the best school in her area which is an RC school.
It has been suggested that once he has ceased to be prime minister (an event devoutly to be wished) he will join the RC church. This must send shudders thru the already crumbling english RC church as it ponders the ever dwindling number of english believers. One can almost hear the cries of 'Hoorah for the Poles' issuing from the realms of westminster.

All this is made more puzzling by the fate of the Mental Health bill where we read: In the first government defeat, the Lords voted to rule out using sexuality, criminality and cultural or religious beliefs as grounds for diagnosing a mental disorder!!!

* Tony bollocks Blair announced his solution to the gun culture which was to reduce the age you can be sentenced for carrying a gun to 17 yrs old. That'll do it Tony. How the nation laughed. He also announced that this was not a knee jerk reaction to recent killings but something that he had been thinking about for 2 weeks! Wow! This must be based on the 'a week is a long time in politics' adage and 2 weeks is obviously an age in politics. It wasn't a knee jerk reaction it was a reaction from a jerk.
I decided to go to the source of wisdom and rang up Uncle Dave after asking how his medicinal herb garden was doing, apparently flowering very nicely, I asked his thoughts on the latest american import 'gangsters with guns'.
Uncle Dave asked if I was familiar with the saying,'When the going gets tough the tough get going.' It rang a bell but I wasn't too sure where I heard it. Well says Dave that's just a nice sounding sticker slogan, the correct and truer slogan is
'When the going gets tough, everybody goes back to the tribe.' According to Uncle Dave the trouble started when Mrs Thatcher decided to create an disenfranchised underclass who everybody could forget about. This brought about the conditions that generated the current antisocial value system held by the underclass. In these conditions everbody goes back to the tribe. This descends as far as families but in current society this structure is being broken down. So who is my tribe well its my colour then its my area then its my friends or gang, families don't apply because they don't exist, that's the way to get along.
And the cure? I asked. Dave was pessimistic (isn't he always) once the value system is in place it is hard to change, once the tribe is identified no one thinks they're a whiteman with a heavy tan.

* Much head shaking and cant about gang culture has hit the airwaves here in all aboard england. We can tell the baby-boomers in the government have lost it, how so you ask, as soon as you hear the phrase "ordinary decent hardworking people of britain' you know the seams of the kings invisible garments are coming apart. If I was a tory, which I ain't, now's the time for going in with a big stick.
Here in england we have a valueless society, it's worth f*ck all and it has no set of values thanks to the politically correct assholes. Its just a morass of drifting meaningless pseudo-values represented phrases such as 'multicultural', inclusive', 'tolerance' over seen by the thought police. Tony baloney blair and his idiot confederates have speeded us along, valueless GCSE's, valueless A'levels, and a fair smattering of valueless Degrees.
Some poor liberal councillor who suggested that as well as 1 and 2 bedroom flats that they should build 3 and 4 bedroom homes for families was accused of heterosexism by the thought police!! This suggestion apparently is not 'inclusive'!! Come-on.
Some mindless committee on BBC parliament spent hours quizzing the Press complaint committee about the press using the phrase 'illegal asylum seeker' the use of which they thought could damage community relations.
I wouldn't be surprised if one of Blair's legacies is a BNP MP.
Never has so much pratting about by a government ended up so laughably.

* I must admit I'm getting bored with berating the idiocies of SS Great Britain its so obvious were doomed its not worth saying. I was feeling very depressed a while back when a so called friend suggested I read 'The Mayor of Casterbridge', lets face it that's not a winning title is it? sounds like some father with three daughters and errant son. My friend assured me the title was misleading, 'That'll cheer you up' she said, and kindly lent me a copy.
Bloody hell, I could have hung myself. Do not read this book when depressed probably the mania phase of manic depression would be best.
This book starts on a low, jumps to a high then slowly descends to the bottom of the pit. Thomas Hardy must have been a barrel of laughs to be around. He sure knows how to f*** over the main character in his book. The idiosyncrasies of character meets the contingencies of life. The feeble flame he ends with is that some poor sod remembered a good deed the ex-mayor once did. But beware, once started into, this tale gets a real grip as unfortunately it is extremely well written.
If you are thinking of committing suicide and are just looking for the final push, this is the book for you.

* The leader of the conservative party shocked the nation with the politically incorrect suggestion that fathers should be compelled to take responsibility for the children they sire. Not only that but the old dinosaur says :
"I believe in marriage. I believe in people making a commitment to each other and staying together and trying to bring up their children properly. We have got to sit up and realise we are running things by the wrong values. We need to support families."

Where's Cameron been living since 1980? This is a very politically incorrect statement from the new leader. Does he not realise how much hurt he will be causing to gay couples, single parent families, divorcees, men dumping their trophy wives and anyone who would be financially less well off as a result of such a measure, by these cruel comments. We have spent years emphasising the validity of alternate lifestyles and the fact children require working mothers and fathers not some nuclear family supported by an homogeneous community.
These comments will only give rise to more articles in the Observer (the sunday paper which actively promotes astrology) featuring upper middle class extended families, where the children are happy as larry and their parents divorce was the best thing that ever happened to them. Such awful articles re-appearing in the Observer magazine alone should have made him think again.
The emergence of gun toting gangs with cool names such as 'One Chance' shows how well Mr Blair's plans to adopt all things American are going, another great legacy for the arse-kisser. 'Dis me dis my gang' as the vibrant English youth culture says.

Recent New Labour social policy has been pursued on the 'apple barrel' theory of human behaviour. (this relates to the days when people would store apples for winter consumption in a barrel).
. The incorrect theory states 'One bad apple spoils the barrel'. This resulted from the observation if you didn't select apples carefully and put a bruised one in, come january there were hardly any eatable apples left.
. The correct theory states 'Lots of good apples cure the bad apples'. This results from the observation that a few bruised apples don't matter as when you open the barrel in january every one is an eater.

If and when I have children I don't intend to fulfill Cameron's expectation by hanging around and watching them grow up, what the hell are creches and schools for?

* Against my better judgement I decided to watch the Brit Pop Awards, the end result being the feeling I might have been over zealous in slagging off the baby-boomers.
Russel Brand - is there any point to this incredible prat, I understood he was supposed to be a comedian, did anyone laugh at anything he said? The asshole's dialog resembled that of a 12yr old boy who has read his first hardcore porn novel and can't stop repeating all the new words he's learnt. I suppose the cokehead impersonator thinks he's being provocative, the sad f*ck. Well he's provoked me get the sad bastard off the TV, if that's the best he can do, why not drag in some foulmouthed drunk off the street that would be more entertaining.
In addition to sad bastard Brand we had a long series of sad bastards from the pop world who basically were the least appalling of the utter banal unoriginal crap that got nominated. We were encouraged to feel sorry for Robbie Williams whose gone into 'rehab' well dearie me the rich sad bastard can't cope with prescription drugs and has checked into the equivalent of the Dorchester hotel for a bit of very expensive sympathy, oh dear. Going into 'rehab' is all the rage, badge of honour, for a bunch of sad f*ckers who can't hack it. This has been a growing phenomenon amongst the pop fraternity, first everyone had had a drink problem, then a drug problem, then they had been abused, now they're rushing to rehab. Everybody else has to wrap themselves in blankets and sweat out the excess while drinking numerous cups of tea, over two to four days.
So your a sad f*** who can't cope with life, tough shit and f*** off Brand you talentless t**t.

* A much publicised Unicef report shows that Britain beat 20 other top economy countries in the 'worst country to be young in' competition, beating the USA into second place. Eat your heart out young America, we're top of the crap heap now.
What were the results you're probably wondering (after two terms of new thatcherite labour) I can reveal the positions as follows :
1. UNITED KINGDOM - the biggest dung heap !!!
2. United States
3. Hungary
4. Austria
5. Portugal
6. France
7. Czech Republic
8. Poland
9. Greece
10. Canada
11. Germany
12. Belgium
13. Republic of Ireland
14. Italy
15. Norway
16. Switzerland
17. Spain
18. Finland
19. Denmark
20. Sweden
21. Netherlands - in the place of shame, a land full of happy youngsters.

UK Highlights include
* Top by miles in 'Risk behaviours' which includes Smoking, Drunkenness, Spliffs, Fighting, Bullying, Shagging.
* UK child poverty has doubled since 1979 (all credit to mrs Thatcher)
* Most children living in homes earning less than half national average wage
* Most children who admit being drunk on two or more occasions
* Least "kind and helpful" peers (backing the english adage "you can rely on friends they'll always let you down.")
On this last point some vicar did raise the point that when asked the question,'Do you find your peers kind and helpful?' The majority of youngsters wouldn't have a clue whats 'peers' were. Now you might think that they would respond with 'What the f*ck are peers?', but this is england and they will have already learnt 'if in doubt say No' and automatically replied, 'No way'.

I think that this affirmation of today's britain a fitting legacy for bollocks Blair when he leaves office, along with an (recently announced) average house price of £200,000, which the average punter has no chance of buying.
This only goes to show what you can achieve with a bunch of sad politically correct baby-boomers in charge. Lets face it the rich have got richer, the poor have got poorer and the country is full of immigrants who actually want to live here! It's a winning formula for a winning team SS Great Britain.

* Stats show one person visited blog, hope this wasn't me hitting view blog.

* Another case of 'kill me doctor' has arisen with much publicity from the media. Its is difficult to work out exactly whats going on here as the woman involved is not exactly on her back attached to life support. The BBC announced she was in extreme pain yet the interview hardly seemed to back this up. It appeared (?) that her blood did not provide enough oxygen which gave her headaches, stomach pain, etc. She complained she could no longer go horse riding and on holiday had to sit on the beach and couldn't swim. She attempted suicide 5 years ago with paracetamol and also later tried to starve herself to death (!). Where the hell did she get the latter idea from, of all the methods of committing suicide starving yourself to death must rank as the least recommended and least likely to be successful.
Yet again we have the apparent inability of people to kill themselves and want someone else to do it for them. A bit of research on her behalf should come up with something better than starving to death. This increasing syndrome in england of refusing to accept responsibility for yourself and decisions seems never ending.
She was most concerned at looking at peace when her husband saw her dead, that's what undertakers are for. If she is in extreme pain she should have a bottle full of mega-strong painkillers, taking all those will do it, you don't need to nip to the chemists for paracetamol.
Next thing people will be wanting pre-suicide counselling to decide whether or not to step into the big dark. I look forward to watching this one proceed as they pursuing her desired method of starving and dehydrating to death while unconscious on a continuous morphine drip. Anybody know if this method results in an aesthetically pleasing end?

* Just thought I'd mention that england has succumbed to turkey flu insanity in the never ending saga of (todate) the least threatening disease in the world 'bird flu' having killed only 150 people, this is a pathetic total compared to ordinary everyday human flu. The media have really lost it bbc coke standard style. I would like to apologise on my own behalf to the peoples of Hungary. It must be hard for them to understand that the english exist in a neurotic phantasy state.

* Global warming political correctness is beginning to grow the big finger is being pointed at people who have the gall to be concerned about global warming and fly by jet. Some american whose name escaped me got criticised for the size of the jet she used. If you want to fly its best to wear a 'F*** The Earth' T-shirt and then no criticism can be leveled against you.
No one seems to have pointed out that the reason we have so much waste and pollution is because of the full embrace of the much applauded Capitalist system. If global warming and the crap to put in landfills is to be reduced you have to grasp the unpopular mettle and suggest that most of the landfill is marketing wrappings and production waste. It looks to me now China and India are embracing unbridled capitalism the chances of stopping the great steam roller to hell has no chance.
Once you've given the kiddies their toys their just gonna want more and are gonna scream if you take them away. The measure of a man being his conspicuous consumption above and beyond his neighbour any change is going to produce more mental instability than the current system is causing, and that's a lot.
Consume, copulate, reproduce late, don't age and make sure you die with the biggest capital turnover, now that's a satisfying prescription for the full life.

* I've decided to put stats on, this took a bit of messing about. I'm still suspicious about the comment name tags 'Emily Bronte' and 'Windinhair' these may well be friends playing a little game. They know I think 'Shirley' by Charlotte Bronte is one of the most underrated of books and that I regard 'Wuthering Heights', the cuckoo in the nest with minimalist cast of characters and outlaws in death as a great surrealist book, despite their deriding both as chick lit. I therefore suspect a windup coming. Still might as well take the advice and check stats.
If I get any hits I'll put back deleted blog entries. I print them off and send them to Uncle Dave.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

* Channel 4 had a much advertised program about children's ballroom dancing. This program seemed to be part of channel 4's catering for minorities, we've had programs for homosexuals, programs for lesbians and now it looked like paedophiles were getting a program. I must admit I didn't watch it all the way thru after a scene with a brother and sister on a bed I got the feeling I was watching something that wasn't very healthy. I don't know who the editor was but he had lots of shots of prepubescent girls with adult make up dressed in skimpy clothing. It did have a bit of direction at pushy parents. It also gave paedophiles a tip , not surprisingly there is a shortage of boy ballroom dancers so if you have a boy dancer you can take your pick. Don't be surprised if larger audiences turn up for these events. If I was the police I'd have a look at the production team but then maybe it's just me who felt uncomfortable.

Talking of disturbing images Skythree had a program on spontaneous combustion fronted by some old heavy metal singer. In the process of investigating if severe flatulence could be the cause of bursting into flame the frontman produced a scantily dressed female rubber sex doll which was filled with bags of gas. These were ignited and we all watched as flames shot out of the rubber dolls corresponding genital area then we watched as the doll was slowly consumed by flames. If I was a feminist I might be a little worried about the psychology behind this image, but then again maybe its all good boy fun.

The current concern with young women and body image is a bit puzzling as it appears to be a female generated problem where this obsessive body image change is a perception by females of other females and totally unrelated to any male/female dynamic. These women are not concerned with how males will perceive them as any look at male magazines or such sites as Met-Art models shows that female admired body shapes are absent. Lets face it when women buy fashion they are not getting it because they think their boyfriend will like the new look, they are getting it to signal messages to other females. So what message is concentration camp chic?

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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

* The government has decided that in addition to tackling booze Britain by allowing 24 hr opening and never increasing the tax on alcohol, a demonstrable counter-intuitive move that has completely failed to provide the desired 'continental low consumption cafe style' culture, it is to tackle problem gambling by allowing more and bigger casinos with more and bigger jackpot fruit machines, another counter-intuitive move which will undoubtedly be the great success the rest of its idiot initiatives have been. How did so many useless fuckwits manage to get themselves elected and into ministerial positions. Here's hoping the whole cabinet and ex-cabinet ministers are prosecuted for selling honours.
These honours, of course, can get you membership of that other great 'bollocks Blair' legacy and success the House of Lords. It doesn't get much mention but what the fuck is the House of Lords now? It appears to be a body of government purely for the purposes of Prime-Ministerial largess. In other words its another fucking quango keeping executive power away from the people. Oh fuck these idiots have 4 years left!

* I decided to ring-up Uncle Dave to ask him how much he's been robbing off Grannie.
His long time partner told me he was very depressed and didn't want to talk to anyone. I know what that's about, it's his medicinal herb garden. He's run out of herbal remedy and is still waiting for the medicinal herbs to flower. He does this everytime by under estimating how ill he is then using up the medicine before he can replenish his store.
Not one to be put off I decided to drive over and visit. Uncle Dave was under-whelmed to see me. He was not in the least amused when I asked how much he was ripping granny off for, infact he was very rude. After he had calmed down I asked him how come the 'love and peace' generation were acting in this way. Uncle Dave was not surprised and far from launching a sterling defence he rather agreed with me that they were an envious and avaricious generation. No rudder, no anchor and nowhere to go, was Dave's verdict.
I checked up on his medicinal garden and decided to make another visit in a month's time. He should be in a much mellower and more agreeable mood by then. As I left Dave shouted, 'Don't forget your our children, be very afraid.' I wonder what he could have meant.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

* Thieving, robbing bastards - Some people have reacted to my balanced comments on worthless, useless baby-boomers, saying I have been over egging it a bit. Well skeptical readers a new report on the treatment of the elderly has shown that in 53% of cases its the ungrateful baby-boomer children who are robbing gran and granddad blind. I quote the following grabbed from the BBC website:
"Some 53% of theft, fraud and deception cases were blamed on the children of the victims. Most of the victims were women in their 80s or above and, in most cases, it was sons or daughters who were accused of trying to steal, defraud or coerce money from their elderly parents.".
This included stealing the house from under gran's feet and selling it off for the cash. If only these old people had read my blog they could have at least been prepared. This does not surprise anyone as avarice is an extolled virtue in this country where everybody is a productive unit. Lets face it Gran is not producing wealth for the nation and is thus an incredible burden on the country. "A holiday in Switzerland Mum is just what you need".
The worthless and useless boomers now running the country have decided one parent families staying at home to bring up the kids is a terrible burden on the country, they should be producing wealth and uncontrollable children instead.
Blair the boomer is supposed to be worried about his legacy! f*ck me, what legacy other than constantly passing bad law, Iraq and kissing American ass. 'Blair the ass-kisser' history will remember, if the human race lasts long enough to give him a paragraph.

Racist Joke - well it made me laugh.
Three naked men are sat in a sauna, an American, a Japanese and an Irishman. They hear a beeping sound, the American touches his arm and says, "that's my pager, I have a microchip under my skin." Next a ringtone sounds, the Japenese man lifts his palm to his ear and says, "I have a microchip in my hand." The Irishman is now feeling very low-tech, gets up goes to the toilet and comes back with toilet paper hanging from his arse. He says, "Oh Bjaybus, would you look at that, I'm getting a fax".

* BBC2 broadcast a documentary on Tchaikovsky. This was a dramatised biography. What important moments in his life did we see? Well, Young tchaikovsky crying on stairs. Tchaikovsky making eyes at 19 yr old lover (who committed suicide, no one knows why).
Tchaikovsky presents music to his seniors who slam it, but he refuses to change it (music is a big success). Tchaikovsky enjoying the St petersburg gay scene. Tchaikovsky getting a blowjob in the bushes despite chance to roger cossak. Tchaikovsky in restaurant getting advised by russian prince to trawl villages for roughtrade. Then Tchaickovsky (same scene) gets a tongue lashing from homophobic member of public. Tchaikovsky in poolroom with gay friends announcing intention to marry as he ia worried about rumours. Friend leaves in tizz. Tchaikovsky accused of denying true nature. (No mention he will be ruining some woman's life). Tchaikovsky in russian bath house with lover and mystery man. Tchaikovsky at a dance where woman makes fatal mistake of writing to him about her admiration for him. All these essential scenes explain his exquisite music.

* The Book club. Continuing my foray into literary criticism I decide to watch the book club on Skythree. This is presented by Mariella Frostrop the thinking man's ex-wife. The program was more a Mariella gets together with two women writers for a girls chat than a book program. The first writer had written a book on helen of troy, the writer herself, Mariella informed us, is found threatening by men as she is a looker and wears jeans. I've no idea what the book might contain as they mainly discussed how threatening men found Helen of Troy and then heaped the blame for the Trojan War on her. Much girl social stroking then took place. The next writer had written a novel. I've no idea what the book was about but her books in general contain characters who are feminist icons and the type of women men find threatening. They also contain lots of raunchy sex. Lots of girl social stroking then took place. Then the two females recommended books. One was the Illiad, if you didn't know what the books about you will be non-the-wiser after watching the book club. The raunchy books writer recommend Moll Flanders because its raunchy. I must admit I can't remember the other books as I was distracted by the mutual admiration going on between them. Tune in next week for more successful London women type social stroking.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

* Crap books I have read. I thought I would follow up my new career as a 'rather after the event' book reviewer with other books I had the misfortune to buy in the hope of a bit of literary entertainment.
I should warn you off any book by A. N. Wilson. I've never finished one, well before the end I've heaved the book across the room and spent a wasted few minutes wondering why it ever got written. I suspect Mr Wilson has far too much time on his hands. He's also a one trick pony, sooner or later, 'b*gg*r me, its another Anglo-Catholic'. That's all there is to say about this scribbler.

Friday, January 26, 2007

* Saturday by Ian McEwan - I was passing a bookshop and I thought I'll get myself something to read. I browsed around, normally I don't read modern literature as I find it the short route to never ever finishing a book. J G Ballard excepted, he is always entertaining. Having read 'Atonement' by Ian McEwan and found it engrossing I decided to risk another 'Saturday, No 1 Bestseller'. Normally Being a bestseller automatically scrubs a book from my list of possibles. The cover described it as 'Dazzling,profound and urgent', the quote was from the Sunday newspaper the Observer (the rational paper that promotes astrology) so I should have known better. The book should be sub-titled 'How to bluff your way in brain surgery' or neurosurgery, the correct term as the book points out (I've been talking neurosurgery speak all day). Obviously my ability to appreciate literature could be so low that I was out of my depth, however, the 'profound and urgent' tag was lost on me.
The book reads like it was written for baby-boomers at the tail end of the boom. So whats it about, well its a day in the life of a brain surgeon approaching the big 50. This guys family are the perfect guardian reader family. Our hero is a highly intelligent brain surgeon with successful lawyer wife who works for a newspaper. They have highly talented children, a boy whose a fantastic blues guitarist who has met all the 60's brit blues legends and is going to work in america with his great band, a girl who is at Oxford, has won a prestigious oxford prize for poetry, and is about to become a published poet. His wife's father is a famous, lives in france prickly old famous poet. They live in a big house in the centre of London. You can just hear the baby-boomers starting to drool.
Big surprise, he still fancies his wife and is the only brilliant english surgeon who hasn't been and never wanted to have affairs (fairytale time or what) also he isn't divorced and although approaching 50 isn't planning to dump his wife for a newer model.
It all takes place on the day of the anti-Iraq war march.
He gets up, thinks he might have seen a terrorist manned plane, has sex with his wife, goes to play squash with an anaesthetist yank, has a slight car bump with a car full of lowlifes, one of which has an incurable genetic disease that will f*ck his brain up, nearly gets beat up except his ability to spot genetic diseases of the nervous system enables him to wriggle out of a good thrashing, has the game of squash but is duped out of a win by the Yank, goes and buys some fish, goes and sees his mother who was a successful swimmer, but now has alzhiemers and doesn't know her arse from her elbow, goes home and cooks up seafood platter, see's his son perform a new song which is a really good song, goes home to great the attractive daughter with the manuscript of her book, argues with her about the war, his famous father-in-law arrives, his son arrives, his wife arrives unwillingly accompanied by two lowlifes. The genetic disorder lowlife waves a knife about, gives granddad a broken nose, makes the daughter strip off with intention to rape, on stripping all can see she is three months pregnant, genetic disorder lowlife spots manuscript of poetry, makes her read one, granddad hints she should recite mathew arnold, lowlife is overcome with beauty of poem and makes her read/recite again (yeah right), forgets about rape and takes up docs offer of treatment for the disorder that the doc made up because their is no treatment, so upto the docs study the two of them go, other lowlife leaves, son runs upstairs, lowlife gets thrown down stairs. Ambulance comes, police come, hospital rings need doc to operate on lowlife, doc goes in saves lowlifes life, goes home discovers father of daughter is Italian archaeologist who has place on prestigious dig, chats with wife, goes to sleep, wakes up looks out window sees plane.
All this is padded with descriptions of neurosurgery and events from the past.
Only thing missing was they learn they had a big win on the lottery. The last phrase should have been "they lived happily ever after".
Still I was always uncomfortable with realism and profound metaphors.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

* The Catholic adoption service is not going to be given an exemption from placing children with Gay (male/female) couples. There is talk of giving the Catholic adoption service a three year (or other amount of time) 'come to terms with it' period. This is bloody silly idea, are they expecting Catholic theologians to suddenly change their minds. Oh! the british are right we've been wrong for 2000 years.
Rather surprisingly, given the number of gay clergy, the church of England has backed the Roman Catholic Church in its stance on adoption. Whether the Catholic church was comforted or alarmed by this, I do not know.
Interestingly a friend tells me (I'm assuming he's right) that in St Pauls epistles where a list of various behaviours that are unacceptable are given the Greek term translated as homosexuals is actually the term 'butt-fuckers', I don't know where that leaves lesbians then?
On the radio a gay commentator told us that the Catholic church is worse than the Klu Klux Klan! This means Opus Dei must have more clout than we thought. I have read nothing in the papers about gays being burnt alive in their houses nor had I heard of gays mutilated bodies found hanging from trees. I will be writing to my MP to demand he stand up in the House and expose these homicidal goings on.

* As it is now obvious that the public support the Gay community, isn't it time to bring back the amendment to the Gay discrimination bill to allow sexual activity in public toilets. The failure to include this in the bill has meant lots of shivering in public parks. This would also save Debenhams from sending in a female cleaner everytime a member of the public complains that the men's toilets are full of males all hanging about outside of the cubicles. How people can say they find this threatening or it makes them uncomfortable when they are referred to as 'love', I cannot understand. Nobody ever makes any comment when heterosexual couples stream out of the cubicles while they are admiring the porcelain.

* Trophy Wives.
Another item of interest in the land of the politically correct is that men are now dumping their 'trophy wives' i.e. Lookers who stay at home warming the bed. They are replacing them with women who have a substantial incomes of their own. Why is this? you are probably wondering, apparently it's because they have more in common with high powered business women and can communicate their anxieties and problems and get support!
Yeah, right. A more likely explanation is that after the novelty of humping a stunner and making their friends envious has worn off, they come home from work and are confronted by someone who wants some attention, wants to go out on the town, wants to talk, wants to please him with a s**g. They instead want to have a single malt and sit infront of their media centre. Knowing that the looker wife will grab a fair portion of the available income, they are looking for additional funding. Now to his relief they are both knackered when he gets home, no need for any conversation and he can go back to having an understanding mistress who he only has to see when he can be bothered.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

* The big item in the news was the Roman Catholic Church Adoption Agency. This was portrayed as a threat by the church to close down their adoption agencies if providing a service for gay couples was forced upon them. As this was a more provocative headline than the actual position it was persisted by the BBC with an occasional explanation that in fact as the church could not provide their service to gay couples then they would receive no public funding and therefore would have to close.
The main point was that the RC church places 40% of disabled and difficult children for adoption, but only 4% of all adoptions. Unfortunately the church believes a family to consist of a male and female plus x number of children.
A gay rights representative came on and astonished us by telling us lots of gay couples look after just these type of children. It seemed then a no-brainer the gay community can take up the slack if the 40% placement by the RC church disappears. In order to provide a response a couple of old gays (male) were wheeled on, they were apparently too old to adopt. The exchanges were uninteresting until the old queen suddenly announced that coming from a Scottish Presbyterian background he had reservations about the Catholic church and sexual behaviour. Unfortunately he was cut short so we found out no more. Why this fascinating insight was not pursued is a mystery. What is it Scottish Presbyterians know?
It appears that thinking the gay sub-culture is no place for children is politically incorrect which puts the gay male who expressed this opinion to me in an amusing position, being against gay adoption himself on this basis. Obviously a good candidate for re-education by the police.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

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* Order or rather lack of in schools. A video of an asian school teacher trying to control a class of pupils was put on the net and generally condemned for racist abuse. The fact that the class was obviously out of control received little comment. It seems to me that its time to divorce teaching from discipline. A teacher is not a stand in parent whose job is to modify the behaviour of pupils.
The job of discipline should be the responsibility of a separate group of employees in the school. In the case of order breaking down the teacher should merely press a button to call employees responsible for order, point out the pupils concerned and have them removed. The idiots concerned can be taken to a separate area.
The teacher can get on with the job of teaching.
Ever since the idiot liberals got their hands on schools nothing but increasing chaos and failure has resulted. The public now expects the schools to raise their children, if the little f**kers can't behave they should be just handed back to the parent/s where ever they happen to be e.g. at their place of work, at home, etc.

Monday, January 22, 2007

* On and on it runs the big brother racist or not saga. Now they want channel 4's franchise revoked, not because of the utter dross they broadcast, but because they didn't intervene soon enough, comment enough, broadcast an apology to the world or some other similar reason. We are talking about Ms Goody here a bear of very little brain. Unfortunately she is now a being subject to the English sport of kick the celeb', never a pretty sight.
I did learn something new though, someone who had previously been on big brother said she'd been a victim of 'evasive racism'. What? What the f*ck is evasive racism I thought. Needless to say this appears to have originated amongst the politically correct in the USA. This form of racism is worse than the old racism. This is where your a racist but don't let on to anyone or only to a small number of like minded evasive racists.
In the old days racists would use terms such as wog, wop, kike, dago, etc which enabled you to identify them and deal with the problem, but now the sneaky bastards aren't letting on so nobody knows who they are. Obviously we need the thought police to look into this new brand of racism and expose them. 'Are you or have you ever been an evasive racist?' seems the right question.

The ludicrous baby-boomers running this country with there idiotic laws against opinions are in need of a good turfing-out. The idiotic fatuous bastards.

In order to wind up the thought police I have printed a T-shirt up with the following slogan on it. Why not copy the image size it up and wear it yourself.
If asked, 'What is it you can't say?', reply 'I'll have to think about that one.'
If asked 'What are you thinking?', reply 'I'd rather not say.' I find it evokes interesting responses where ever I go.

* Well I guess no one reads this blog as have had zero comments.
Will occasionally post images.
England is sinking people bon voyage.

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