The government is powerless to steal Sir Fred's money.
Excellent.
However, U2 has played a rooftop concert at the BBC.
Quoted(not really), Bono said "Wuy wanted to do somethin' that's never bin done before. So we thought of this."
A spokesman for the BBC said, the Beatles are nothing without U2, and U2 is nothing without the BBC.
No.
Me Neither.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
What A Hero!
Sir Fred Goodwin.
Hero.
The bastards are gathering. They made the deal, now they're whining. The journoholics state, plainly, without evidence and slanderously, that Fred 'ruined' the bank.
Scapegoat.
And now they're trying to persecute the victim. He's absolutely in the right.
Tosser Brown says he didn't know(surprise surprise).
And isn't it funny, we now have a City Minister, just as the City collapses.
Coincidence?
I think not.
Filthy Bastards!
In 2002, a musical bench was placed in Poet's Corner, near Pembroke Lodge, within Richmond Park, South-West London, being a favoured viewing spot of Dury's. This solar powered seat was intended to allow visitors to plug in and listen to eight of his songs as well as an interview, but has been subjected to repeated vandalism.
This was Ian Dury's memorial seat. Vandalism? Hang the little fuckers. Slowly.
This was Ian Dury's memorial seat. Vandalism? Hang the little fuckers. Slowly.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I Take It All Back.
Mono is as shite as it has ever been.
Why don't they just give up and stop wasting everybody's time?
Hilarity
Hilarity Clinton made some prize lunatic remarks in China.
Ignoring the essential murderousness of the Chinese Communist regime, she appeared to state that America needed to create business for China by going further into debt; this apparently will have the magical effect of boosting the Chinese economy by causing Americans to spend money they don't actually have.
But wait.
It's all right, because the Chinese government will buy the American government debt!
Yes!
Hilarity has invented the Perpetual Motion Machine!
Ignoring the essential murderousness of the Chinese Communist regime, she appeared to state that America needed to create business for China by going further into debt; this apparently will have the magical effect of boosting the Chinese economy by causing Americans to spend money they don't actually have.
But wait.
It's all right, because the Chinese government will buy the American government debt!
Yes!
Hilarity has invented the Perpetual Motion Machine!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Game Is Up.
When we defend British Citizens, we are the Little Satan.
When we don't, it is 'collusion'.
Pull the other one mr. 'Hassan'. What do you take us for?
When we don't, it is 'collusion'.
Pull the other one mr. 'Hassan'. What do you take us for?
The Game Is Up.
If there is any future which regards this period as history, then there will be some confusion over why so few people were allowed to realise that this, today, is a Dark Age.
Example: I sit downstairs for a change and decide to watch some TV.
Everything looks hopeless. I am not in sufficiently charitable a mood to allow myself to flatter the producers of this pathetic selection that their 'produce' is interesting, so I select Channnel 4 News.
The very first image that strikes me is a useless picture of the back of a politician's head, while the alleged personality that sometimes describes the 'news' sat there facing both me and the politician while nodding his head and wearing that special, composite expression that British news creatures have, namely, respect, insolence and seriousness all at the same time.
And I thought, 'this is not news'. News is factual reportage of events, not the verbal masturbation of crooks.
So I turned it over to ITV3 rather quickly, where I saw a period 'drama' of some sort. One detailed facsimile of a 19th century gentlewoman spoke to another, then the camera concentrated lovingly on the actress doing actual embroidery.
Paint drying?
Far more interesting. What on earth possessed the director to delude himself that pictures of faked embroidering were even slightly interesting? And who gave him the money to pretend with?
I hope it wasn't me.
If there is a future, and it cares to look back on this age, it will be with absolute horror at the ignorance that gripped the will of the millions.
I say if.
Not when.
Example: I sit downstairs for a change and decide to watch some TV.
Everything looks hopeless. I am not in sufficiently charitable a mood to allow myself to flatter the producers of this pathetic selection that their 'produce' is interesting, so I select Channnel 4 News.
The very first image that strikes me is a useless picture of the back of a politician's head, while the alleged personality that sometimes describes the 'news' sat there facing both me and the politician while nodding his head and wearing that special, composite expression that British news creatures have, namely, respect, insolence and seriousness all at the same time.
And I thought, 'this is not news'. News is factual reportage of events, not the verbal masturbation of crooks.
So I turned it over to ITV3 rather quickly, where I saw a period 'drama' of some sort. One detailed facsimile of a 19th century gentlewoman spoke to another, then the camera concentrated lovingly on the actress doing actual embroidery.
Paint drying?
Far more interesting. What on earth possessed the director to delude himself that pictures of faked embroidering were even slightly interesting? And who gave him the money to pretend with?
I hope it wasn't me.
If there is a future, and it cares to look back on this age, it will be with absolute horror at the ignorance that gripped the will of the millions.
I say if.
Not when.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Arsehole Talking Convention Is Redundant
If you want to make Mono Visual Basic work on Hardy Heron, add the following repository:
deb http://directhex.mfgames.com/ hardy main
The GPG keyfile is inadequately documented, so if you click the link you get a display of the actual code, but no fucking file.
Wild goose chase; the lack of the silly file just means that your luvverly Mono stuff is 'Unauthenticated'.
It still loads and works just fine.
For VB go to synaptic, install anything found under 'vbnc' search string, and run your Monodevelop. The VB sample application will now actually build and RUN!
Yes folks! You can now do actual VB on Linux!
Friday, February 20, 2009
So It Goes.
Good news everybody.
I find out I'm qualified for Irish citizenship.
Not that the English cunts are monitoring me or anything, but when I phone a friend with the good news, the 'thump thump' starts up maximum volume, and the 'processing' continues.
Make mine a pint of Guinness boys. I'm off.
I find out I'm qualified for Irish citizenship.
Not that the English cunts are monitoring me or anything, but when I phone a friend with the good news, the 'thump thump' starts up maximum volume, and the 'processing' continues.
Make mine a pint of Guinness boys. I'm off.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Obama's Next Speech
My fellow Americans. I had an American Dream; this dream was one of hope, a hope that one day we can all pretend to buy our houses then complain to the government when we get found out.
I had a dream. An American Dream, a dream where there is an apple pie in every garage and we plug our cars into the street lighting in the morning.
We as a nation must dream the American Dream of putting a man on the Whitehouse by the end of this decade.
I see a dream in which all Americans can engage in rapid eye movement. I see a dream where we will all be Berliners in the Russia of tomorrow's Germany, a Germany which buys American. I see a dream in which the world no longer looks at America. A just America. A happy America. An America which sees the world as a sacred trust put there for its duty; a world of America which is no longer indifferent to the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners, but seeks to make them prosper, dreamily.
I see an America which owns all of its homes yet consumes only one fifth of the oceans by the end of the century.
I see an America which no longer sends troops to cover foreign wars, but instead obliges journalism and the internet to assume their proper responsibilities.
We must all dream the same dream.
It is an expensive dream.
A long and stable dream.
A dream of equal opportunities for both rich and poor.
The American Dream. The dream that we all want.
Thank you.
I had a dream. An American Dream, a dream where there is an apple pie in every garage and we plug our cars into the street lighting in the morning.
We as a nation must dream the American Dream of putting a man on the Whitehouse by the end of this decade.
I see a dream in which all Americans can engage in rapid eye movement. I see a dream where we will all be Berliners in the Russia of tomorrow's Germany, a Germany which buys American. I see a dream in which the world no longer looks at America. A just America. A happy America. An America which sees the world as a sacred trust put there for its duty; a world of America which is no longer indifferent to the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners, but seeks to make them prosper, dreamily.
I see an America which owns all of its homes yet consumes only one fifth of the oceans by the end of the century.
I see an America which no longer sends troops to cover foreign wars, but instead obliges journalism and the internet to assume their proper responsibilities.
We must all dream the same dream.
It is an expensive dream.
A long and stable dream.
A dream of equal opportunities for both rich and poor.
The American Dream. The dream that we all want.
Thank you.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Eckythump!
The good old Yorkshire Post is on strike.
My sweet natured friends in the transport division are no longer there. The presses have been shut and now they're culling the reporters.
It's like seeing an old friend die.
The YEP was my home for nearly three years. The men and women I worked with were like heroes in a legend.
We all had nicknames.
I was the Nutty Professor. Or on a good day, Buddy Love.
They sacked all the managers who stood up to them. They killed the 'Post.
Johnston Press is in trouble. That's all. They can't make enough money any more from Newspapers.
I hope the old thing survives; I've great memories of the people and the job.
Scotty, playing bagpipes in the frosty air at one in the morning on a Saturday, whenever we were waiting for the presses to roll out the Post.
Driving like a maniac to Scarborough. Pitch black. The most dangerous trunk route in Britain. Hitting speeds of 90 miles an hour in a fully loaded Sprinter in the dark. And all through we were well within our abilities, because we became that good. Except once; I was going 88 round a curve on the A64 and misjudged. I had to tighten the turn. The heavily laden van started to fishtail.
Remembering an old piece of advice from flying days, I held the wheel rigid and didn't attempt to correct.
The vehicle recovered. Just.
I sweated. Then I laughed. Then I stopped at the all nighter for an extra strong coffee.
We always got through. If the vans got destroyed, too bad.
We'd check up on retired Post employees, popping in off our routes for a cuppa, to see the old lads straight.
It continued even after they installed satellite tranceivers in the vans.
We were a family.
My sweet natured friends in the transport division are no longer there. The presses have been shut and now they're culling the reporters.
It's like seeing an old friend die.
The YEP was my home for nearly three years. The men and women I worked with were like heroes in a legend.
We all had nicknames.
I was the Nutty Professor. Or on a good day, Buddy Love.
They sacked all the managers who stood up to them. They killed the 'Post.
Johnston Press is in trouble. That's all. They can't make enough money any more from Newspapers.
I hope the old thing survives; I've great memories of the people and the job.
Scotty, playing bagpipes in the frosty air at one in the morning on a Saturday, whenever we were waiting for the presses to roll out the Post.
Driving like a maniac to Scarborough. Pitch black. The most dangerous trunk route in Britain. Hitting speeds of 90 miles an hour in a fully loaded Sprinter in the dark. And all through we were well within our abilities, because we became that good. Except once; I was going 88 round a curve on the A64 and misjudged. I had to tighten the turn. The heavily laden van started to fishtail.
Remembering an old piece of advice from flying days, I held the wheel rigid and didn't attempt to correct.
The vehicle recovered. Just.
I sweated. Then I laughed. Then I stopped at the all nighter for an extra strong coffee.
We always got through. If the vans got destroyed, too bad.
We'd check up on retired Post employees, popping in off our routes for a cuppa, to see the old lads straight.
It continued even after they installed satellite tranceivers in the vans.
We were a family.
The Albany Aircrash Tragedy.
Evidence:
Stick shaker/pusher activated, indicates stall.
Plane hit ground opposite facing to original direction of flight, indicates spin.
Autopilot on, indicates crew had no chance to respond/didn't see it coming, indicates irrecoverable flight condition without warning.
Particularly heavy snow.
Now the Dash-8 is a Canadian plane, designed to take whatever is thrown at it, so I don't believe icing was a factor.
What is a factor is that the plane was at low speed, for approach; if it flew into a microburst, even a snowy one, it would have behaved as it did.
Stick shaker/pusher activated, indicates stall.
Plane hit ground opposite facing to original direction of flight, indicates spin.
Autopilot on, indicates crew had no chance to respond/didn't see it coming, indicates irrecoverable flight condition without warning.
Particularly heavy snow.
Now the Dash-8 is a Canadian plane, designed to take whatever is thrown at it, so I don't believe icing was a factor.
What is a factor is that the plane was at low speed, for approach; if it flew into a microburst, even a snowy one, it would have behaved as it did.
Monday, February 16, 2009
The Real Lesson
Just saw a most excellent discussion on the only news channel I can stand, namely Bloomberg.
The stats were from the Japanese economy. The Japanese economy is a predictor of the world economy; the lesson learned by the idiot governments of the world is to assume that the state assistance to businesses in the bubble-pop of the late eighties was in some way responsible for saving the Japanese economy and fostering the erroneous assumption that it is in some way insulated.
In fact, they demonstrated that Japan has suffered ( so far ) the worst GDP collapse since 1974. Anybody who remembers 1973-74 also remembers that the slump lasted ten years. But back to Japan.
Japanese companies are unable to make money domestically due to the state interference in the slump of 1989, which allowed a huge number of Japanese companies to remain in competition for a saturated and diminishing domestic market without ever having to take hard restructuring decisions.
This is the model being actively pursued and imitated everywhere else today.
In the nineties, Japanese companies were able to export their way out of the Doldrums on the back of a resillient world economy; if the fools like 'Barmy' Obama and 'Chocolate' Brown have their way, we will finally have reached a world in which it is no longer possible to blame the failure of socialism on the fact that it isn't universal.
In fact, worldwide stagnation or collapse is assured, and if Japan is anything to go by, it will be collapse.
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