CBA Syndrome

The sun is shining and I can’t be arsed with sitting in front of my PC.

So read this on ‘fairness’ being such manifest bollocks. This on JK Rowling being an ungrateful bitch. And this, on same.

And this on the death of a Devil.

And probably this too. And definitely this.

More later. If I can be arsed.

AJ

The General Mehlection

As outlined previously here, and reinforced by Obo and Charlotte Gore, the election campaign, now it is underway, has left me profoundly underwhelmed.

Dave’s not doing a bad job in stating his case, and what he lacks is much more than compensated by the revulsion imbued in me by the hysterical screeching preferred by the left, from Gordo all the way down. So there’s hope for the Tories yet. Perhaps Simon Cooke’s words yesterday had a persuasive effect on me. Or maybe the whole thing is just wearing me down.

I do know this: Having spent yesterday in the clutches of first the NHS and then HMRC, I have had a visceral and deeply unpleasant reminder of just how little the state, as Labour has shaped it, gives a fuck about us little people, and how much power and control is invested in the Napoleonic functionaries who sit their side of the divide. All with our money.

And I make no apologies for feeling entitled to more than average indignation, since I pay significantly more than an average amount of tax for a whole bunch of services that either I don’t use, don’t work, or are aligned contrary to my interests as a citizen, salary-earner and private individual.

This evening I shall mostly be reading my copy of the Spectator, and pondering the Dave question. Again. It shouldn’t be this way.

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Adios.

AJ

Northants Racial Equality Council

Fake. Charity.

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Why do we care? Because they tried to poleaxe a Tory MP for his comments during a commons debate.

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An MP was investigated by police for inciting racial hatred over controversial burkha comments following complaints from a human rights association.

Conservative MP Philip Hollobone said wearing a burkha was the religious equivalent of ‘going round with a paper bag over your head’.

During a parliamentary debate last month he urged the House of Commons to ‘seriously consider’ banning the garment.

Bunch of Labour sponsored shit-stirring commie arse.

AJ

New General Election polling data from MTC for #GE10

Tonight, I gave my two cats (MTC) a sachet of Whiskas tuna in jelly.

  • Dave, who’s a bit camp and a bully will represent Labour.
  • Reggie, who’s vicious and fearful of outsiders will represent Conservatives.

Food spilled will represent the Lib Dems and food remaining will be ‘others’

  • Dave ate 35% of the food.
  • Reggie ate 39% of the food.
  • 14% of the food was thrown on the floor
  • The remaining 12% was left in the bowl.

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PRESS RELEASE
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MTC POLLING – POINT IN TIME VOTING INTENTIONS – WEIGHTED SAMPLE (125g)

  • LABOUR 35%
  • CONSERVATIVES 39%
  • LIB DEMS 14%
  • OTHER 12%

Meh.

Until after the budget and the speechifying (not likely to be debates), polling is now tossed chicken entrails.

AJ

Irony

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Perhaps if you used the stairs, you woul.. oh never mind. FFS.

Oh – and the killer lift panic?

Health and Safety Executive figures show 266 people have been injured in elevator accidents since 2002, and four killed.

OMFG. In fact, high-rise ‘elevators’ have massive arrays of redundant cables, and are counter weighted, so even a brake failure is unlikely to be a serious problem. Decent low-rise elevators are hydraulic, lifted from below. Hydraulics routinely lift much bigger loads.

AJ

What’s good for the Gord is good for the Gander…

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Boo Hoo, Gordo. You cunt. If you’d just go the fuck away… we’d leave your sorry arse alone. Maybe.

Picking on somebody isn’t necessarily shan, but it can become so. It doesn’t just mean “cruel”. It carries connotations of unfairness and of moral wrongness. There is a suggestion in there that in any reasonable person what is going on should arouse compassion. Shan is what we are being to Gordon Brown. We’re bullying him. It bothers me.

In terms of the things I write (and, indeed, the thing I’m planning to write tomorrow) I’m probably on dodgy ground here. But mockery and bullying, I’ve always thought, are different things. I worry that we, the British press, bloggers, ultimately the British public, are moving from one to the other.

I started thinking it last weekend when Andrew Marr asked the PM, effectively, if he was on antidepressants. Setting aside the curious assumption in the question (that if we did have a depressed PM, it would somehow be better if he wasn’t taking anything), you have to wonder what Marr hoped to gain by asking it. It wasn’t as if Mr Brown was going to break down there and then, Nixon-style, and confess everything. It wasn’t even as if Marr was after an answer at all. He just wanted to ask the question. He just wanted to land a kick on the fat kid because all the other kids were kicking the fat kid and he wanted to be the one to make him fall over.

Boo Hoo Gordo.

Listen Hugo Rifkind, you can’t understand the animus that Brown and his posse have provoked in England, because you’re not on the negative end of a democratic deficit, and nor are you on the negative end of the Barnett formula. As such, you are not qualified to fucking comment, so shove your caber up your arse and fuck off back to your porridge cave.

Bullying has been the M.O. of this government certainly since 2001, if not before.

We have to report annually to the state that nothing has changed. On pain of fines or other penalties.

We can’t smoke. We’re hectored about drinking and diet. Recycling, speeding, seat belts, pollution, flying, composting. We are denormalised. We are harassed and fined by ignorant power-crazed zealots, in uniforms that didn’t exist 10 years ago. Everywhere we go, we face directives framed in bullying terms; signs, announcements, admonishments.

It’s not a fair fight between me and the state.

I don’t do victim culture, so I can’t say I feel bullied. But I do feel cowed, and when I feel cowed, the moment for a fight back (even an unfair and unethical one) is at the forefront of my mind.

So, Gordo, you’re either going home before the election, or your going home in a doggie bag, you evil, devious, miserable, sanctimonious, unworldly, pant-pissing, porridge dribbling cuntbasket.

Finally, I’ve read a few books about Brown, and I can say with confidence that accusing anyone of bullying Gordon Brown doesn’t really understand what a nasty and unscrupulous cunt he is. He deserves every last morsel of hatred that is flung in his direction.

Now fuck off.

AJ

UPDATE: Dick Puddlecote has weighed in, providing some much needed links to examples of the bully state that I’m referring to. Not that there’s any shortage of material in my own archive…

Even in the death throes of a discredited and widely despised administration, the clunking fist of state threats continue, and even extend further, as they plead with other countries to join in the bullying of the British public if the particular freedom is out of their direct control.

What’s more, this attitude has created a disease amongst the previously quiet bitterness-peddlers whereby every arrogant cunt with a superiority complex is now heavily encouraged to treat their fellow citizens with contempt and mistrust.
This Labour government has become evil beyond compare, and still can’t see the lasting damage to society that they have created.

Empowered by an administration which has lorded the playground and singled out groups for insults and condescension, every small-minded curtain-twitcher and selfish, holier-than-thou cunt has crawled out from under their particular rock and spilt forth their bile on those that Labour have deemed as unworthy.

The innocent are considered guilty, the victimised are told to just accept it or be prosecuted, while those who created this country of ire and misery refuse to accept any kind of criticism.

When faced with a bully and his weasel cohorts in a playground, the best way of disabling them is to hit back hard against the bully-in-chief.

You ARE that head bully, Brown. The only thing that would make me think you didn’t deserve to have your life utterly destroyed would be if you were to admit that you and your disgusting, vindictive, spiteful party have institutionalised hate and that you are abjectly sorry for it.

You not only won’t do that, you actually still perpetuate the myth that you are somehow respectable members of society. Your congratulation of your fellow bullies in your Labour Conference speech was staggering and nauseating at the same time. You have no remorse, which is why the justified payback you are now receiving is perfectly fair.

You talk of tackling anti-social behaviour? There is only one group which should be tackled in this respect. That is the Labour party and their destruction of morals, respect for others, and tolerance.

What goes around, comes around. Live with it.

Indeed.

Lazy Day…

I may write something of consequence later.

(Yeah – fuck off, it’d be a first, I know.)

In the meantime…

Daily Pissboiler from Obo

Is your printer spying on you?

Well … maybe not actively, but passively, it could well be:

When you print on a color laser printer, it’s likely that you are also printing a pattern of invisible yellow dots. These marks exist to allow the printer companies and governments to track and identify you — presumably as a way to combat money counterfeiting. When one person asked his printer manufacturer about turning off the tracking dots, Secret Service agents showed up at his door several days later.

Melanie Reid (Times) sums up my attitude to this Baroness Scotland fuck-duggery.

The biter bit. Serves Baroness Scotland right

For years petty regulations have been tripping up millions of law-abiding people. Now it’s their chance to snigger.

CBA Syndrome rules…

AJ

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