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Thursday, June 28, 2007 The thinest gruel Posts might be thin on the ground in these parts these days but, dear reader, you can rest assured what you do get is top flight, quality blogging of distinction.However, I notice, from Clive Davis mind because goodness knows I've got far better things to do than read his drivel, that a certain Ignorant Git is reposting some of his greatest pish. I'd put money on his woeful Tour de France opus to re-emerge when the race hits London Town next week. The cock. Update: The odds shorten Labels: Knuckleheads Friday, May 18, 2007 A fruitloop's greatest hit Once you've seen it you'll be in no doubt. Until then, believe me, this person is a total cock. Almost everything he scrawls is demented dynamite. This however is the piece de resistance.Click to enlarge.  Labels: Knuckleheads Tuesday, May 15, 2007 Overtaking-lane slowhog Tim Blair nails an international menace to society.Come the revolution my friends... Labels: Knuckleheads Monday, April 23, 2007 Delusions of importance And this makes three.Firstly it was Alan "The Shredded Wheat balanced upon my bonce will heal the world" Hart with his glorious sidebar of wonderment. Then we were treated to the most almighty proclamation by Sheryl "although my ideas are in the earliest stages of development, they are, in my mind, worth investigating" Crow - quite possibly the world's largest ever breath-holding build-up to a flat fart of an announcement ratio ever. (Get Doris Stokes to get Norris McWhirter on the blower A.S.A.P.) And now, making up the trio, Petronella Wyatt (who?) writes her own Wikipedia entry, had it altered by someone which apparently "cast a cloud on my character", bitched about it and then managed to trouser a tidy amount of Lord Rothermere's dough in order to dribble on about it in his paper. Actually, I was being unfair. I think I do have an inkling as to who Petronella Wyatt was. Didn't she used to have a column in The Spectator about the spiffing girl about town japes she would have between bonking Boris Johnson? That's all her Wikipedia entry need say, surely? Labels: I victim, Knuckleheads Sunday, April 22, 2007 Equality though firepower  In the wake of the Virginia Tech massacre, and perhaps only known within the blogging fraternity by Lurch, I fought a one man stand for liberty against authority on a web forum this week. I should like to think that I stood firm in the face of what passes for debate from what Dumb Jon would describe as "Liberals" with their devastating ripostes such as: "blah, blah, your "tiny mind", acribing mental deficiencies to someone who has come to different conclusions than you is a much loved technique amongst the authoritarian; "your blog sucks!", and even if it were, so what?; and, of course, from some, the highest form of wit is calling the President of the United States of America a 'fascist'. I responded to the last, sarcastically, "highly creative I must say". To which, quite marvellously, someone with very little self-awareness replied, "Not that creative. Perhaps he has just been reading one of the vast range of books which point out the Fascist nature of the Bush regime" before giving a list of links to some of the more far out groups of "thinkers" in the world today, including the dreaded Chomsky. (I don't go much on him personally as I regard his vocabulary as being rather on the narrow side.) Not all were that extreme 'tis true, thank goodness, but nobody who spoke up was pro the Second Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America put it that way. During the debate I was pleased to have been able to deploy the 'hot burglary' argument: Can you not see the opportunity cost of disarming the populous? How many murders, rapes, robberies and other crimes were prevented either directly because the would be victim was armed or indirectly because the would be perpetrator thought they could be?However I was even more pleased today when I read this; by way of Mark Steyn: WHEN A former Miss America was confronted by a thief in her Kentucky barn last week, the plucky 82-year-old knew just how to react. Venus Ramey, whose figure adorned Second World War B52 bombers, pulled out her .38 calibre handgun, leaned on her walking frame to steady her aim and coolly shot out the tyres of the startled intruder's getaway vehicle. She then held him at gunpoint, flagged down a motorist to raise the alarm and calmly waited until the sheriff arrived.The author of piece then goes on to explain how guns are supposedly a 'bad thing' but how can he come back after conceding the argument in the opening paragraph. An 82 year old woman, one of god's chosen people no less, not becoming a victim of intruders is a good thing right? Love this: Police say Ramey had every right to fire the gun since they say she witnessed the men committing a crime on her property.And what would have been her fate in Britain had she dared to look after herself I wonder? Labels: 40s, Crime, Knuckleheads Aux armes citoyens To arms, oh citizens!  Important Action Alert! Many thanks to Citizen Ross for first alerting me to this quite remarkable visitation. Do be sure to also read the most flattering side bar my fellow peasants for, without doubt, a great man has deigned to walk, nay hover, amongst us. Click the hem of his virtual garment and be awestruck by his majesty. But what is this? After much murmering amongst the serfs they have become tired of doffing their caps, fed up with being told what to do and think by thone siezing "manics", exhausted with being told how they're part of some great conspiracy despite being wholly independent actors and, besides, that hush money I was promised never did show up in my Guernsey bank account; open rebellion has broken out. In the face of digital knitting crones and the binary trouser-less, what does our 21st century Marie Antoinette have to declare: That being so I am going to make representations to appropriate authorities about the need for a Blogging Protocol. It would require all who make blog comments to identify themselves properly and completely so that they could be called and held to account for defamation, and quite possibly inciting hatred….Ooh, get her. At least Ceausescu had enough self-awareness up on that balcony realise when his game was up; our ivory tower dwelling, water walking upon, saviour of humanity, is itching for a fight. Isn't it telling though? Notice how it's always the same sort of person who reacts like a spoilt brat and screams for his mummy to do something when their much chin stroked ideas, which prosper under the protectionism of the salon, end up in the bargain bin on the open market. They really do not like it up them these people do they?  Labels: Knuckleheads, Revolution Saturday, April 21, 2007 One sheet  "It is better to keep silent and be thought a fool instead of opening your mouth and proving it." Sheryl Crow has had a brainwave: Although my ideas are in the earliest stages of development, they are, in my mind, worth investigating. One of my favorites is in the area of forest conservation which we heavily rely on for oxygen. I propose a limitation be put on how many squares of toilet paper can be used in any one sitting.This sounds so nuts I'm thinking it's got to be apocryphal. But apparently it is authentic. Like this: Well, it was only a matter of time before someone argued that saving trees is a good reason to ban newspapers.As I tried to say over at Jackie's: These people are knuckleheads. They don’t even begin to look into these things in the slightest detail. Any fule knows that trees destined for paper are grown on plantations just as wheat is grown in fields. It’s not like they need to chop down any virgin forest to manufacture paper with! (That isn't to say that there isn't pollution emitted from transportation and chemicals from pulping, mind.) And surely, constantly rotating crops of quick growing trees are extracting Co2 from the atmosphere. Labels: Environment, Knuckleheads Wednesday, September 27, 2006 Us and them Listening to ‘COMING IN FROM THE COLD: Jeremy Vine investigates how popular culture was inspired by the Cold War over the last 60 years.’ on Radio 2 last night caused me to emit the words “oh shut up you giant ponce” as Sting told us, in a contemporary interview, how Russians do actually love their children too and how nasty rhetoric from “Americans” about “Russians” being terrifying monsters was so bad. We know/knew they are/were human which is why the nasty, stupid Reagan and Thatcher wanted to prise the jackboot off of their poor necks.Another thing was the constant worry about the nutters with their fingers on the button. The nutters being exclusively on our side of course. Anything Reagan or Thatcher said was terrifying sabre rattling (including jokey microphone tests that gave humourless lefties heart failure), whereas anything from the Kremlin needed a thorough examination and peeling apart in order to get to the real olive branch nub hidden behind a ton of stuff to appease the Politburo or something. Not dissimilar in fact to the way the same sort of people bend over backwards in order to dismiss away comments such “wiping Israel off the map” as made by the president of Iran. Labels: Cold War, Iran, Knuckleheads |
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