Vote Winner.

I think I could win the next election. I'd start an emergency programme to launch all the so-called celebrities such as Katie Price and Peter Andre and all the people from BGT into outer space to help reflect the Sun and so reduce global warming.

But not Simon Cowell. He would be sacrificed to the volcano gods in order to appease my aching head.

Any remaining wannabes would soon get the message.

Racist Slur.

This from the New York Post.
Day of pride for Latinos?
Oh yeah. We get to regard them as just another race, thereby accepting the slur that we are racist, and generating the fresh slur that they are too.
Nobody is American of course.
But there's more; we get to regard them as a pathetic sub-race that feeds off miserable encouragements, so that they are still lesser beings than us.
I'm sorry New York Post. You don't even begin to understand how offensive this is to even the least rational persons among us.

Anyone Notice?

The price of gold has quietly put on $100 per ounce in the last few days. Nobody is saying anything, but it is headed towards $1000 again.

What goes on?

I've been in a bloody mood for a week or so. Then this morning I went to the pub. I had a pint of Ruddles, plotted sending a postcard to an old girlfriend, and felt great. The second beer slipped down as well as the first, and the post office was easy.
So then I went home, hoping for an easy time of it.
I got a call from an agent - possible contract with a satellite manufacturer - then went for a lazy doze.
Pretty soon it's 'thump-thump' from the mental-case neighbour(who seems to have a death wish), so I just turn up my own to drown it out.
This goes on and off for a few hours, then my mum Skypes me. And suddenly, the problems don't seem too big.
The noise no longer bothers me.
I just feel good. I can make noise too.
Cool.
Strange, but cool.

This is a joke? Isn't it?

The leader of Burma (the real leader), is to go on trial charged with : 'harbouring an American who swam to her home'.
What? Harbouring an American? Are Americans banned, like drugs?What next?
Is she going to be charged with thinking impure thoughts?
These pathetic junta bastards should all be shot.

Genteel Poverty of Thought

And Spirit.

Charles Moore thinks he is begging for the life of parliament. Why does he do this? Because he doesn't have any guts? Because he is one of them? Because he thinks that a fatally, disastrously flawed governmental system, a system of quiet oppression and exclusion, should be saved?

I see only one fitting end for this heap of rubbish;

Prague Spring!

But I won't be holding my breath.

Plus Ca Change, Plus C'est La Meme Chose

The more things change, the more they remain the same.
A news article on the BBC started tonight with the announcement that some guy, the prime minister's 'Change Secretary' or something with the word 'change' in his title, had resigned.

This stinking pile of filth which is the British government has appointed more cronies to fake positions with grandiose-sounding titles than any other state in history. It's as if the Soviet state had taken over and then taken drugs which caused an explosively virulent cancer, making the body politic swell and inflate beyond all control or recognition.

There is no longer any use of the word 'sleaze'. Sleaze belongs to an age where moral outrage was faked over trifles, to bring about the encumbency of the present heap of shit. What we have now is the gradual inability to hide any longer the rampant, stampeding riot of little boys and girls that have suddenly realised that they are in mummy's bedroom and daddy's study, and they have gone away no-one knows where.

Like dogs, they instinctively sniff and choke when they meet a scent they cannot fathom. Usually the scent of a Man.
On a personal level, I see job descriptions, where the title might be 'software engineer', but the job is baffling and unconnected to any technical skills, usually paying much more than any market rate and as near as can be told, demanding social skills and the ability to understand the (public sector employer's) private verbal messages.
There are thousands of jobs like this, the legion of the useless busybodying their way into prosperity and safety and influence and property, all at the increasing expense of the diminishing real work force.
Not that I would apply, but I could not in a thousand years get such a job if I tried.

For example, I walked into a college yesterday for a public lecture. What did I see? On the way up from the car park, a nasty, grey, shabby little old man, probably a lecturer, coughs (from behind of course) with such a fakeness and tone that he actually seems to believe he is expressing ssomething; this is the ultimate reaction to a human being, this supposedly 'unanswerable' critique-by-dint-of-saying-nothing.
Obviously I say, 'my god, look what they're letting into these places'.
When I get to the lecture hall I see a notice board, plastered with communist propaganda posters; this is a history department.

I have more than a passing suspicion that youngsters are being taught to frame their world views in such terms.
If civilisation is to survive, the 'Gulch' time may be here.

Business is slow.

All's Well

I go down to the town centre pub at lunchtime and have a pint of whatever special they're running.

It's strictly no children and today's was Theakstons Best.

The thing is, when you go to this pub you see the usual mix; but there's a high proportion of middle-aged guys like me, wearing inappropriate casual clothes, unshaven and generally letting it all hang out in their beery corners.

We chat up the lovely serving girls, none of us with any serious chance, but enjoying the light-hearted flirting and taking in the scenery.

When I got home, I saw a loony Christian on TV talking about his experience of Jesus Christ.

Fucking nutcase.

Be Seeing You

I Must Escape.

I have been the victim of mental illness all my life.
Other people's mental illness.
I MUST escape.
I find the thought that I might actually begin to understand the English quite frightening. Because understanding is only a short step from empathy, which is only a short step from sympathy.

Which is the Stockholm syndrome.

I Need To Take A Shower.

It's Really Very Simple.

The beautiful Afro-English girl, 20 years old, accused by a sick, communist regime of carrying some Heroin(so what?), has been raped and is now pregnant.
They threatened to shoot her.
It is really very simple.
Send a coded maessage to all our diplomats to drive across the border.
Then send a detachment of Paras(sorry, no longer trust the Marines) down to the Laotian Embassy and take them all prisoner.
Then threaten to shoot all of them if she isn't released. At the rate of one a day, finishing with the Ambassador, or if we wait a few days, the Laotian Minister.
I guarantee the crisis would end, and Gordon Brown would win the next election.

Come Again?

All the labour ministers seem to be agreed on one thing; 'we cannot seem to get our message across to the public'.
This is rubbish of course.
The fact is(and I'm sure that they find this 'horrifying'), that they have indeed succeeded brilliantly in getting their message across. And their crappy message is what is being rejected.

They have been deluding themselves for so long without any success, they seem to think that by deluding us as well, some imaginary success will follow.

Well I've got news for them.
We don't like them, we don't like their messages, and we are tired of listening.