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Monday, December 03, 2007
A Very British Disease.
A children's television programme (on the BBC, where else?) is on at about five pm Mondays.
It is called 'Beat The Boss', a title which tries to predispose the youngsters towards hating the boss, that person who is the one authority which actually does have the right to be.
Anyway, two teams of children get together with two teams of business people, and design a product.
The children take it all rather seriously, thinking as they tend to, that they will be allowed to make a difference.
The two teams came up with two very different toys, which the enthusiastic companies turned into prototypes.
At this point, in reality , they would allow the market place of people's desires and ambitions to decide the success of the products.
At this point, the children would discover freedom.
What do the televisors do?
Why, they decide that a panel-of-experts will decide which is the best.
You see the valuable lesson being taught here; experts are the real authority, appointed by, well, 'the real authority', to decide 'expertly' who is permitted to live.
Welcome to fascist Britain, Social Fascist Britain, where nobody is allowed to be free for to be free is to be an outcast.
It is called 'Beat The Boss', a title which tries to predispose the youngsters towards hating the boss, that person who is the one authority which actually does have the right to be.
Anyway, two teams of children get together with two teams of business people, and design a product.
The children take it all rather seriously, thinking as they tend to, that they will be allowed to make a difference.
The two teams came up with two very different toys, which the enthusiastic companies turned into prototypes.
At this point, in reality , they would allow the market place of people's desires and ambitions to decide the success of the products.
At this point, the children would discover freedom.
What do the televisors do?
Why, they decide that a panel-of-experts will decide which is the best.
You see the valuable lesson being taught here; experts are the real authority, appointed by, well, 'the real authority', to decide 'expertly' who is permitted to live.
Welcome to fascist Britain, Social Fascist Britain, where nobody is allowed to be free for to be free is to be an outcast.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Star Wars- The Bunkum Menace.
In due course and due time, ITV1 had to start showing the 'Prequels' in their Sunday afternoon slot.
I decided to give them a look.
So along comes the 20th Century Fox fanfare.
Fine.
Then a rather blank and tapped on quote from the original(Galaxy far far away etc.).
Then the wonderful music and the scrolling storyline.
It read like a Guardian editorial about Rwanda would, if the murderers had been Soviet.
It was pathetic, 'liberal-left' wet-dream propaganda.
The implication was that we need the State, to protect us from the armies of evil Capitalists, and the state must 'be strong'.
To this end, two Jedi knights are despatched to Mongo, where the 'trading bloc' is enforcing a blockade.
I mean, they didn't say much about the original plot, but you got it.
This time, they went into exhaustive detail and described a piss-poor story that lost my interest immediately.
We all knew and understood 'evil empire'.
We don't need some professor's conformal thesis.
You can shove it. Hope they don't mind wasting all that CGI.
Think about the effects, next time you see a mindless nine-year-old swishing and swooshing with a plastic light-sabre. What is he going to become if he cannot see through this tripe, and his parents trust it because they grew up on Star Wars?
I decided to give them a look.
So along comes the 20th Century Fox fanfare.
Fine.
Then a rather blank and tapped on quote from the original(Galaxy far far away etc.).
Then the wonderful music and the scrolling storyline.
It read like a Guardian editorial about Rwanda would, if the murderers had been Soviet.
It was pathetic, 'liberal-left' wet-dream propaganda.
The implication was that we need the State, to protect us from the armies of evil Capitalists, and the state must 'be strong'.
To this end, two Jedi knights are despatched to Mongo, where the 'trading bloc' is enforcing a blockade.
I mean, they didn't say much about the original plot, but you got it.
This time, they went into exhaustive detail and described a piss-poor story that lost my interest immediately.
We all knew and understood 'evil empire'.
We don't need some professor's conformal thesis.
You can shove it. Hope they don't mind wasting all that CGI.
Think about the effects, next time you see a mindless nine-year-old swishing and swooshing with a plastic light-sabre. What is he going to become if he cannot see through this tripe, and his parents trust it because they grew up on Star Wars?
Saturday, December 01, 2007
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We are a division of Third World News, with close links to Tinpot Alley Broadcasting and Banana Republic, the home of the smooth fruit Smoothie.
We hope you will enjoy our regular broadcasts from the verge of the Non-Event Horizon, London.
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We are a division of Third World News, with close links to Tinpot Alley Broadcasting and Banana Republic, the home of the smooth fruit Smoothie.
We hope you will enjoy our regular broadcasts from the verge of the Non-Event Horizon, London.
Thank you.
This Just In....
The British Government is to outlaw magic wands, asserting that licensing has failed as an effective control.
This is after a goblin was turned into Harriet Harman by Harry Potter, and then went on to accept £5000 in illegal donations on behalf of the Labourious Party.
As we now know, the real Harriet Harman 'complied fully with both the spirit and the letter of the law', as she said yesterday.
So that would be the proof that it was a goblin then.
The police are being advised that in order not to frighten the children, if they find one with a magic wand, they should shoot him seven times in the head, only if a silencer is available.
This is Derek Doylum, reporting for SBC News in London.
This is after a goblin was turned into Harriet Harman by Harry Potter, and then went on to accept £5000 in illegal donations on behalf of the Labourious Party.
As we now know, the real Harriet Harman 'complied fully with both the spirit and the letter of the law', as she said yesterday.
So that would be the proof that it was a goblin then.
The police are being advised that in order not to frighten the children, if they find one with a magic wand, they should shoot him seven times in the head, only if a silencer is available.
This is Derek Doylum, reporting for SBC News in London.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Stupid, Fucking Mohammed Wankers
"Death to the British non-believers!"
"Other, carefully coached messages of hate!"
"There are hundreds of us!"
"Some of us have swords!"
"We don't insult Jesus. We just murder hundreds of thousands of Christians in Darfur."
These were just some of the slogans being shouted here, today in Khartoum.
Of course, Khartoum is no stranger to hot-headedness.
In the 19th Century General Gordon lost his head completely while attempting to protect thousands of innocent people from being murdered by a man who thought he actually was a prophet to rival Mohammed (ptoo).
Today the Sudanese government expressed regret at the decision of a British schoolteacher to allow her children to call Mohammed a Teddy Boy.
They claimed that he would have been unlikely to have carried a razor-blade, as he always went around with a beard.
Of course, the official that claimed this was asked how he knew Mohammed had a beard, as his likeness is forbidden, whereupon he attacked himself and committed ritual suicide by cutting his own head off.
This is Shmuel Jacobs, for SBC, Khartoum.
"Other, carefully coached messages of hate!"
"There are hundreds of us!"
"Some of us have swords!"
"We don't insult Jesus. We just murder hundreds of thousands of Christians in Darfur."
These were just some of the slogans being shouted here, today in Khartoum.
Of course, Khartoum is no stranger to hot-headedness.
In the 19th Century General Gordon lost his head completely while attempting to protect thousands of innocent people from being murdered by a man who thought he actually was a prophet to rival Mohammed (ptoo).
Today the Sudanese government expressed regret at the decision of a British schoolteacher to allow her children to call Mohammed a Teddy Boy.
They claimed that he would have been unlikely to have carried a razor-blade, as he always went around with a beard.
Of course, the official that claimed this was asked how he knew Mohammed had a beard, as his likeness is forbidden, whereupon he attacked himself and committed ritual suicide by cutting his own head off.
This is Shmuel Jacobs, for SBC, Khartoum.
Ay! Youse Guys!
So. Yesterdays I gets da call from da Big Boss, da Capo de Capo of da organisation in which I have been continuing my studies for da past tree months.Tony calls me in a says "Congratulations Pietr; you is now passed your tree months probation.
You is now a Made Man."
And he sits me down wit a computer at a double-big desk, an he says, "Keep up da good woik."
An ya knows whats?
Id suits me fine!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
This Was When I Showed Up.
So there I was in a foreign country, with no job, no money.
I went to the Embassy for help.
They refused.
I created a bit of a scene.
They took some details.
Then refused.
The Scottish porter in the main building kindly gave me a cup of tea. Genuinely.
I got no financial help because I couldn't supply a reference or guarantor back home.
While in the foyer of the main building I saw crates, possibly a quarter ton, of dog-food imported from England.
The British value system?
To hell with that.
Some precious little diplomat can't be sodded to help a taxpayer out of a tough situation, but his dog, his fucking dog, is too good for the foreign food!
As it happened, the local people helped me out.
A business office let me sleep on the flat roof(it was Summer), and a local builder gave me work- but first he gave me money to go and get food.
This country really is upside-down.
I went to the Embassy for help.
They refused.
I created a bit of a scene.
They took some details.
Then refused.
The Scottish porter in the main building kindly gave me a cup of tea. Genuinely.
I got no financial help because I couldn't supply a reference or guarantor back home.
While in the foyer of the main building I saw crates, possibly a quarter ton, of dog-food imported from England.
The British value system?
To hell with that.
Some precious little diplomat can't be sodded to help a taxpayer out of a tough situation, but his dog, his fucking dog, is too good for the foreign food!
As it happened, the local people helped me out.
A business office let me sleep on the flat roof(it was Summer), and a local builder gave me work- but first he gave me money to go and get food.
This country really is upside-down.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Betting Certainty.
It's a betting certainty that the writers of Ugly Betty have read the Fountainhead.
The style cues are there in the plot construction.
Too much to be a coincidence.
And they have learned well.
The style cues are there in the plot construction.
Too much to be a coincidence.
And they have learned well.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
The Fate Of The World - In England.
The Big Brother Corporation - or BBC - has more channels now than ever before.
On BBC4 TV, there is a nightly news programme called 'The World'.
Tonight a Jewish Israeli was invited on the show to give his opinion about the peace treaty.
He talked, rationally and calmly, with considerable authority, then suddenly Zenab Badawi, the woman who used to be shrill on Channel 4 News, started getting shrill on her new BBC show.
"Can I just intervene there.."
&c, &c, you get the picture.
In other words, she detected that the Israeli was beginning to make a point, an impact, explain his position, and that position was reasonable, so she censored him.
FBC.
Fucking Bastards Corporation.
On BBC4 TV, there is a nightly news programme called 'The World'.
Tonight a Jewish Israeli was invited on the show to give his opinion about the peace treaty.
He talked, rationally and calmly, with considerable authority, then suddenly Zenab Badawi, the woman who used to be shrill on Channel 4 News, started getting shrill on her new BBC show.
"Can I just intervene there.."
&c, &c, you get the picture.
In other words, she detected that the Israeli was beginning to make a point, an impact, explain his position, and that position was reasonable, so she censored him.
FBC.
Fucking Bastards Corporation.
Monday, November 26, 2007
State Capitalism.
Capitalism as a Political System is the guarantor of Freedom.
Capitalism as a simple word is just a way of describing the accrewal and disposition of sums of capital, where capital is regarded as a store of human effort, to be released at (somebody's) will and sent to achieve a particular task.
Thus, the industrialisation of the Soviet Union might well be regarded as an act of State Capitalism rather than Communism; if the commune decided the application of capital democratically, two things would happen: firstly, communism, and secondly, an even greater disaster.
When the state decided, it was State Capitalism.
What we have today in the West is a messy amalgam, more toxic than any dentists, of the state being elected to do the democratically expressed economic will of the commune, in other words, a mixture of communism and state capitalism, with the few remaining capitalists arranged as puppets on strings to dance to the tunes played by the likes of Brown.
They don't try too hard.
The last time they were allowed the illusion of freedom was in the 80s, and when that happened, BOOM!, but no longer.
Meanwhile, the purer version of state capitalism in Red China is seen as the justification for all the compromises in the West, the excuse and the sponsor.
Thankfully for the likes of Ted Heath, the freedom-loving people of China(not to mention Tibet and the Falung Gong and Christians) got a 'damn good thrashing' at Tiannenmen Square in 89.
The year after, Maggie was gone, as was Ronnie.
All too late to save the Soviet Union of course, a disaster according to Putin, undoubtedly the last straw for those who seek to govern.
So today we enter the time of reckoning; we are faced with the prospect of allowing total control of our lives with the likes of Russia and China defining our freedom in the last deperate echo of the 80s, coming back to us from the impressionable new frontiers, all the while being reeled in by their States.
It's later than you think.
We have allowed them to kill the freedom movements that date back to the fifties.
Today we have nothing.
Today we are on our own.
Capitalism as a simple word is just a way of describing the accrewal and disposition of sums of capital, where capital is regarded as a store of human effort, to be released at (somebody's) will and sent to achieve a particular task.
Thus, the industrialisation of the Soviet Union might well be regarded as an act of State Capitalism rather than Communism; if the commune decided the application of capital democratically, two things would happen: firstly, communism, and secondly, an even greater disaster.
When the state decided, it was State Capitalism.
What we have today in the West is a messy amalgam, more toxic than any dentists, of the state being elected to do the democratically expressed economic will of the commune, in other words, a mixture of communism and state capitalism, with the few remaining capitalists arranged as puppets on strings to dance to the tunes played by the likes of Brown.
They don't try too hard.
The last time they were allowed the illusion of freedom was in the 80s, and when that happened, BOOM!, but no longer.
Meanwhile, the purer version of state capitalism in Red China is seen as the justification for all the compromises in the West, the excuse and the sponsor.
Thankfully for the likes of Ted Heath, the freedom-loving people of China(not to mention Tibet and the Falung Gong and Christians) got a 'damn good thrashing' at Tiannenmen Square in 89.
The year after, Maggie was gone, as was Ronnie.
All too late to save the Soviet Union of course, a disaster according to Putin, undoubtedly the last straw for those who seek to govern.
So today we enter the time of reckoning; we are faced with the prospect of allowing total control of our lives with the likes of Russia and China defining our freedom in the last deperate echo of the 80s, coming back to us from the impressionable new frontiers, all the while being reeled in by their States.
It's later than you think.
We have allowed them to kill the freedom movements that date back to the fifties.
Today we have nothing.
Today we are on our own.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Behavioural Reinforcement 2
In keeping with the methods used in 1990 and, for all I know, before, they like to threaten me by saying nasty things about my 'women', whomsoever they, in their desperate, floundering seekings, percieve these to be.
So for example, when I put out the standard story for my not having a particular girlfriend (think Dagny Taggart and John Galt at the arrest), they actually go ot the trouble of searching for a likely candidate for my (unlikely) affections, and then claim knowledge of this person(should such person exist, which I sincerely doubt).
They will lurk not for weeks, not for months, not even for years, but for decades in the background, patiently watching us like the filthy creeping scum they are, for signs of affection, for any sign that we have any connection at all.
At the same time, they will pass the message on that we must have a partner, we must connect with someone, we must comply by having a crowbar with which they can threaten us and pry our value system apart.
Me?
I couldn't give a fuck.
Literally.
Maybe I could see a whore if the fancy takes me, but they keep me too poor.
Besides, I can't be bothered.
If I had a woman that cared about me I would be there now, not writing this, and I would be there on the basis that whatever we did we did for the present.
I only have one regret.
That regret is that I can't publish all the bastards names and addresses publicly.
If I could do that I would feel vindicated.
Or, if I could live in a quiet place with a few quiet mistresses, a job and a couple of guns, I would be satisfied.
Obviously, in order to prevent their victims from defending themselves, they are variously disarmed, declared insane or otherwise rendered helpless.
But these are legal instruments.
And I've got news.
I don't care about legalities.
I care about justice.
So for example, when I put out the standard story for my not having a particular girlfriend (think Dagny Taggart and John Galt at the arrest), they actually go ot the trouble of searching for a likely candidate for my (unlikely) affections, and then claim knowledge of this person(should such person exist, which I sincerely doubt).
They will lurk not for weeks, not for months, not even for years, but for decades in the background, patiently watching us like the filthy creeping scum they are, for signs of affection, for any sign that we have any connection at all.
At the same time, they will pass the message on that we must have a partner, we must connect with someone, we must comply by having a crowbar with which they can threaten us and pry our value system apart.
Me?
I couldn't give a fuck.
Literally.
Maybe I could see a whore if the fancy takes me, but they keep me too poor.
Besides, I can't be bothered.
If I had a woman that cared about me I would be there now, not writing this, and I would be there on the basis that whatever we did we did for the present.
I only have one regret.
That regret is that I can't publish all the bastards names and addresses publicly.
If I could do that I would feel vindicated.
Or, if I could live in a quiet place with a few quiet mistresses, a job and a couple of guns, I would be satisfied.
Obviously, in order to prevent their victims from defending themselves, they are variously disarmed, declared insane or otherwise rendered helpless.
But these are legal instruments.
And I've got news.
I don't care about legalities.
I care about justice.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
The Simpsons
Don't you just love the Simpsons?
On Friday they went to Toronto.
The Dodgers stadium was renamed 'Dodgers Of Foreign Wars'.
So where the fuck were the Americans in 1939?
The Canadians sure as hell were there, but where were the 'Simpsons'?
On Friday they went to Toronto.
The Dodgers stadium was renamed 'Dodgers Of Foreign Wars'.
So where the fuck were the Americans in 1939?
The Canadians sure as hell were there, but where were the 'Simpsons'?
Not Brilliant.
He looks like Mao Tse Tung.
She looks like Imelda Marcos.
The pair of them aren't smiling; they are merely stifling the howls that would normally issue from the holes in their faces.
God help Australia.
Friday, November 23, 2007
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