26 June 2010

The new journalism

Toby Harnden enquires whether...

... anyone in the White House even inquired into whether the profane and juvenile quotations about civilian officials were really on the record or if they just took Rolling Stone’s word for it.
If they didn't, think about what this means: it means that the Obama administration accepts the word of a counter-culture magazine and doesn’t even bother to check with the four-star general commanding 100,000 troops in wartime whose career the magazine is seeking to destroy

Anyone surprised that a left-wing 'community organiser' whose party machine put him in the White House would assume the worst of a professional soldier who, the West Wing would doubtless assume, didn't vote for him anyway? Love this hopey-change-y democracy thang.

Cutting-edge blogpost: Foopball

Original drawings by the immortal Ronald Searle.

Paywalls

Times? What Times? Oh, yeah, I remember. What? Nah.

Oh, and so long, PoliticsHome. Nice while it lasted.
Next.

24 June 2010

Ah, I see.

Now I understand this football thing, so I can enjoy the national surge of wossname. In the words of the English team manager (is that right?), 'I am delight'.

23 June 2010

Attaboy!

The Treasury "Red Book", the publication that accompanies each budget, had grown under Labour into a government public relations brochure, with pictures of happy children, contented citizens and various beneficiaries of government munificence featuring on the front. Yesterday it had a plain red cover on it again and was half the size. - Iain Martin

Even the Red Book cost more under Brown and for wholly political reasons. How much exactly did the book itself cost to produce, I wonder? Maybe that could be a written Question to Treasury ministers.

George, don't do that.

Enough of this 'fairness', already.

Like 'progressive' and 'caring', 'fairness' is a word carefully selected by the Marxoids and deployed for generations as a political weapon against their enemies among whom you can number your humble blogger.

Beware of any politician who uses it for you can be sure he is thinking of his own future, not yours.

In the mouth of a politician, 'fairness' falls somewhere between a tactical vacuity and downright lying. In the mouth of a Left politician, it is a weapon of attack, sedition and control. From a Right politician it is merely a defensive tactic but one which plays into the hands of the Left by accepting the Left's rules of engagement.

The Left claims all rights in the word 'fairness': witness the maniacal shrieking from the Labour benches yesterday when the Chancellor -- speaking for a government formed by both Labour's rivals for power -- dared to usurp what they consider their sole rights in the word. The shock of it! The outrage! The fury! The spitting and howling and waving of fists!

And exactly what is 'fair' about the Left's policy of maintaining the masses, in ever growing numbers, in a biddable, because dependent and frightened, condition?

What is 'fair' about the state relieving the workers of more than half their earnings in order to finance a political ideology wholly predicated upon the subordination of the individual to the will of the State?

What is 'fair' about so engineering a nation's economy that the grasping hands of the State must inevitably and increasingly strangle the nation's wealth-generation capacity, purely in order to ensure that control of the people remains just that: control of the people, by the State?

Fuck off with your 'fairness'.

Instead, let's hear about economic government which aims to liberate people from government rather than enslaving them to it; to enable them rather than kill them with government-defined 'kindness'; to educate them to think for themselves rather than accept brainwashing with an officially enforced set of socio-political dogmas carefully crafted to keep the Left in power through coercion and which anathematises all alternatives, reluctance and protest.

If the grass looks greener on the socialist side of the fence it's because they have a better class of bullshit.

New government? Let's have a new language, too. In the long run, that would prove far more important.

22 June 2010

What's all that noise? Someone screaming?

Ah, Mrs Dromey. That's all right then. Carry on.

Relief

Laugh of the day:

[Osborne's] going after sin taxes - booze, fags... - Michael White
He didn't. Mwahahaha.

Comment of the day

I feel cleansed - Old Holborn

Yeah, me too.

Well done, Mr Chancellor Osborne. A good budget -- and Gawd bless ye, sir, for raising the tone after all the apoplexy-causing yet strangely stupefying years of mendacious Brownian bowel motions.

21 June 2010

Oh, look - there he is

The burghers of Cowdenbeath organised search parties to find their missing MP. Mr J G Brown (Lab.) had not been seen since the election (which he lost - mwahahahaha) although it is confirmed that he has been drawing his full salary of more than £1,400 a week plus expenses.

The search party has now announced that the man has been found in his own back garden where, in time-honoured Socialist tradition, he is imitating the action, or rather the inaction, of your average welfare scrounger.

J G Brown is living off the public purse in his gazebo where, rather than flog all the way to Parliament in order to represent his constituents and earn his salary, he is 'happily writing his book'.

It is believed that the working title is I Was Right About Everything: You Bastards Will Pay For Voting Tory.

20 June 2010

Just bugger off, would you?

All you Facebook wallahs.

I found myself obliged to sign on, after years of resistance, intending to use it anonymously, and solely for eavesdropping purposes. As you do. I used an alias complete with its own mailbox. Not this one.

Later, having found it QI, I decided to sign on as Prodicus. That was vaguely useful during the election but still very liveable-without.

Then, I found I 'needed' (yeah, yeah, all right, don't all shout at once) to announce my actual identity in order to contact a real-world person who was only contactable, AFAIK, at Facebook, so I signed on as my real self.

BIG MISTAKE.

I am now pestered non-stop by dozens of fucking bores with whom it seems I have 'mutual friends' - people whom, occasionally, I run into socially, nodding acquaintances with whom I have and require neither close proximity nor intimacy. But the bastards are besieging me on Facebook.

Well, they can all fuck off. I am ignoring all requests, 'pokes' (what? Oh FFS...) and other contacts. I vant to be a loon.

What are the social conventions, here? Am I offending amiable types whom I would not dream of offending in the real world, by ignoring them on my screen? Can one 'befriend' one person but ignore all the 'mutual friends'? They will know you are pointedly, expressly ignoring them, personally. So they try another tack - they bloody well email you to invite you bilaterally.

Well, if you are reading this and you wannabe my Facebook Friend, kindly fuck off.

Nothing personal.

And as for Twitter, it's a news service. A feed machine. Nothing more. Yes, I use it. But as Prodicus. Not as my private self. So the buggers can't get me there. Ha!

Oh - if you now want to plaster my Facebook Wall with obscenities, feel free. I shall not be reading them until, oh, maybe never.

15 June 2010

A Doctor writes

Where's Gordon?

Are the electors of of Kirkcaldy and Cowdenbeath being properly represented by their highly-paid and highly-pensioned Member?
Just asking.

Stop thief!

Keeping an eye on bastards in sheeps' clothing.

Happy now?

See what's going to happen because you voted Tory? You see? You see?

14 June 2010

What a relief

With the election over, all I have to do now is watch the new government taking shape and fire off the occasional small salvo to annoy the Liberals and remind them that this is a Conservative government. But let's take it softlee, softlee... for now.

Meanwhile, I can enjoy a glass of something cool and relish the comedy that is the Labour leadership contest and, between laughs, attend to reading all those journals which have been piling up in the corner for want of time. I've completely caught up with Standpoint and I'm up to the Summer 2009 issue of the Salisbury Review already.

How time flies!

13 June 2010

Right, that's it. Brussels has gone too far this time.

Most women get their orgasms from their vibrators, not from their men. The original wand vibrators that gave so many women their first orgasms are PVC. They might want to be environmentally-friendly and get rid of them. But what would women do? They would certainly eat a lot more Belgian chocolates.

NotW.

12 June 2010

Left, Right, Left, Right. About turn?

In an uncanny corollary to my notion that Nick Cohen is the Right-Winger on the Left, Hugo Rifkind in the current issue of the Spectator writes that Rod Liddle is the Left-Winger on the Right.

It's unnerving. I am definitely of the Right and yet I find myself not only agreeing with almost everything I read by Cohen these days (in my journals of choice, at least) but actively seeking him out in order once again to enjoy that little thrill of -- what? Affirmation? Recognition? Sheer relief? ... which one gets from reading one's own opinions expressed by an accomplished wordsmith with a reputation for not sharing one's own prejudices. Rod Liddle, too, while less ambitious in his target selection, is breaking out of his Leftie straitjacket and throwing pebbles at his former Lares.

My God. Am I turning Left? Or has Cohen, like Liddle (and Gilligan), turned Right? Or have they finally seen the light and decided to throw a lifetime's collection of Leftie talismans (talismen?) up in the air and see where they land? Or maybe they just grew up - or old.

I never dared be radical when young, For fear it would make me conservative when old. - Robert Frost: Precaution.

Anyway, it's good to have gifted journalists with first-hand knowledge whereof they speak challenging the hypocritical, misogynistic nihilists of the Left and doing so, surely, at some cost to themselves.

Pottering

In his maiden speech, apparently, David Hart MP revealed the ending of the forthcoming final Harry Potter film -- to the annoyance of Potter fanatics, according to Quentin Letts, which shows how ill-informed in Potter affairs is the normally clued-up Mr Letts.

Any fule kno that all Potter fanatics will have read The Book -- and know it by heart -- before seeing any Potter film, which is a purely academic exercise concerned with how accurately the film-makers render the Authorised Version.

The informally convened but vast fraternity of Potter readers will discharge its self-imposed, collective obligation to keep the pure flame alive by seeing the film. They will then, in accordance with convention, spend every break-time, not to mention night after night for months on end on Facebook, engaged in well-informed and passionate criticism of the faithfulness or otherwise of the film's dramaturgical and production conceits to the narrative detail and spirit of The Book.

Contra Mr Letts, whodunnit is as irrelevant to a Potter film as to a production of Hamlet. The entire audience knows the story. The only questions are whether the director deals satisfactorily with motive and expression, and whether the CGI portrayals of Magic and Evil are (a) as good as the pictures conjured by The Book in the reader's mind and (b) lamer than in the previous films in the series. The highest standards are expected by a ruthless audience with decided Opinions.

As to dramatic expression, the Pottering millions long ago discounted Daniel Radcliffe's thespian shortcomings. All that matters is that he manages to bear the Potter name with some semblance of dignity. The film-goers' imagination supplies the deficit. Everything will be fine as long as he doesn't swap the glasses for contact lenses. That, of course, would ruin everything.

10 June 2010

Future history

Like the stone age did not end because we ran out of stone, the oil age will not end because we ran out of oil.

Erik Haugane

07 June 2010

Close the EU door behind you, Turkey.

Though Israelis and Palestinians get most of the limelight, much of the script is written elsewhere. The newest entrant in the larger drama is Turkey, where the flotilla was financed and put to sea. Ankara’s fierce response to the incident was a rallying cry to the region. Next to Iran, Nato member Turkey is now the biggest headache for the west. With Egypt sinking into torpor and Riyadh firmly ensconced on the fence between Washington and Tehran, Turkey has seen the leadership of the region up for grabs – and is going for it. It has drawn Syria into its orbit and has reached a nuclear deal with Iran, its rival for hegemony.

Source.

With Turkey's thousands of miles of un-police-able, porous borders with Syria, Iraq and Iran; with Hizbollah setting up shop in its mediaeval east; with its unashamed ethnic cleansing of Greeks from its Europe-facing west and determined but unmentionable siege of the Orthodox Christian Patriarch in his own city - the former Byzantium, mother city of half the Christian world; with its Islamist governing party quietly placing its people in key positions throughout the state machinery while of course proclaiming to Westerners that Turkey remains the secular state devised by Ataturk; with a front organisation (the IHH) for the islamofascist Muslim Brotherhood operating openly both in Istanbul and on the high seas under the Turkish flag, it is clear that Turkey is turning East.

Turkey remains, on the face of things, an enthusiastic applicant for EU membership but the realpolitik fact is that the French dream of Turkey in the EU (whatever that now is...), as a surrogate for France's beloved Arabia, is not shared by those now shaping the destiny of Turkey.

Boris Johnson, for all his talents, is a romantic fool to cling to Ataturk's failed dream, and indeed that of his own ancestors, a dream which envisages a future for Turkey as a cosmopolitan, tolerant and civilised secular state in which the classical virtues (as in Pergamum, Asclepieum, Smyrna, Sardis, Ephesus and Nicea) of learning and international conversation can thrive; a Byzantium-lite adornment to the European Union, while - purely incidentally - Turkey's membership of the brotherhood of European nations would demonstrate that Europe is in no way anti-Islamic.

Unfortunately for those who dream such dreams, Turkey, with its previously unthinkable but rapid proliferation of hijabs, niqabs and burkas, is now looking to Mecca and farther East for spiritual direction; to America and Israel for enemies against which to define itself; and to the EU (mainly to wealthy France, Germany and Britain) merely for lebensraum for its millions of illiterate, unemployable peasantry. Oh, and of course for economic handouts. But then there was, ironically for the Turks, Greece, of all things. Who says the ancient deities have no sense of humour?

Turkey is angry. Its application to join the EU has obliged it to discard its idiosyncratic and anachronistic customs, specifically those concerning justice and liberty, in favour of European principles which conflict head-on with its own rather brusque traditions and with the repressive and misogynistic practices of Islam, although of course open discussion of this difficulty is strongly discouraged by the European (and British) political class who choose to believe that Turkey will come around to acknowledging that our ways are superior to theirs and will happily adopt them in due course. And yet, and yet, Turkey's embrace in Europa's bosom is postponed again and again.

Not only is Turkey irritated by the cultural hurdles being placed in its path by Europe, flower-decked though they are by NATO to protect its vital interests (for now), but it is also true - and Turkey knows it - that the insulted, threatened and disgruntled peoples of Europe, while not allowed to say so aloud, are becoming ever more anti-Islamic and therefore, by association, disposed against Turkish membership of the EU.

Cyprus, which Turkey must resolve before it can be accepted into the EU (a mere theory - it won't happen) doesn't help.

Millions of individual and mostly secular Turks are leaving or have already left Turkey and set up home in places like North London and of course all over Germany. Their cousins back home have to be careful about what they say about politics and religion and to whom they say it, especially if they want a public sector job. Turks who don't like the direction Turkey is taking have already voted with their feet if they can, opting for the freedoms of Europe, such as they are and until our citizens are as suppressed as the Turks and for the same reason. Many, many more would follow them if they could.

The misty romantic view of Turkey glimpsed from Boris's window on the Bosphorus and from Norman Stone's ivory tower bears little relation to the political and cultural reality of the seething chaos that is the once-cosmopolitan, once-imperial, giant neighbour of Mesopotamia, Persia and Arabia, its head turning this way and that as it contemplates the choice between the East where it could play a powerful role and the West where it most definitely could not.

** UPDATE **

Christopher Hitchens is thinking related thoughts about [Turkish Prime Minister] Erdogan's long-term design to de-secularize Turkey...

Random musings, #753

Did the upper middle class soi disant bien pensant elite abolish grammar schools because they were too successful in equipping the lower classes with an education which rivalled their own, thus enabling mere oiks to examine, besiege and disrupt the gentle lives of their betters?

Bread and circuses

I would gladly break the jawbone of the last rock singer with the shinbone of the last footballer.

06 June 2010

In a word

Pith.

05 June 2010

04 June 2010

Hypocrisy Spiked! again

Brendan O'Neill refuses to toe the line on the 'peace flotilla'.

Many people are understandably concerned about the siege of Gaza by Israel. But the flotilla incident this week confirms that there’s a more pressing, profound and almost completely unquestioned problem today: the intellectual, moral siege of Israel by the Respectable World. There is nothing remotely progressive, far less radical, in the transformation of Israel into the whipping boy of a motley crew of Western moral entrepreneurs, radical Islamists and momentum-seeking left-wing activists. In fact it is fuelled by a quite intense hypocrisy and political opportunism, and it is warping the political dynamic in the Middle East, making life worse for Israelis and Palestinians.

I don't go along with O'Neill's Spanish Civil War analogy and unlike him I do support Israel but such small caveats apart, he writes all I would want to write about the Gaza flotilla with its crew of the dangerous, the disingenuous and the deluded .

Medic! Medic! Resus - stat!

Over there, over there!

Christ, I can't see! The rage is giving me a fucking stroke!

Small pause... Prodicus reads the Play England Manifesto. Just, you know, out of sheer, stupid curiosity.

Mistake. Words fail... just a tick... now I have chest pain... medic!

Islamic time travel

Tragic.