Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Instant? Sure!
Justice? Not so much:
You might feel that a caution for rape is a ludicrously trivial penalty. I couldn't possibly comment.
The top prosecutor has demanded an end to the use of police cautions to deal with thousands of serious assaults every year amid concern that the justice system is failing to rein in violent offenders.Keir Starmer, QC, the Director of Public Prosecutions, is seeking a review of so-called “instant justice”, with up to 40,000 assults each year now dealt with by on-the-spot cautions.
These include a 15-year-old boy who was cautioned for rape and a man who was cautioned for smashing a beer glass into a landlady’s face at a pub
You might feel that a caution for rape is a ludicrously trivial penalty. I couldn't possibly comment.
Other bloggers also offer insight
Charlotte Gore continues to be the Sam Fox of the libertarian blogosphere with an erudite post about the state of the Labour Party's finances and how it's a model for what they're doing to the country as a whole.
She's followed this up with an interesting exposure of the BNP by guest blogger Matt Wardman: in essence, Griffin absolutely controls the whole thing, it's his own personal fiefdom and any suggestion that he needs to consult or persuade anybody is just a fig leaf.
Both well worth a read.
Charlotte Gore, earlier
She's followed this up with an interesting exposure of the BNP by guest blogger Matt Wardman: in essence, Griffin absolutely controls the whole thing, it's his own personal fiefdom and any suggestion that he needs to consult or persuade anybody is just a fig leaf.
Both well worth a read.
Charlotte Gore, earlierThe good news just keeps streaming in!
Cunts:
I don't even want to think about the answer to that. Life in the UK is so surreal at the moment, every time you think it can't get worse, it promptly does.
Yesterday, we learned about a mother who was branded an abuser and followed home by police and questioned, after she threatened to smack her child for being naughty.
Now these communists want to send inspectors into our homes to ensure that we've installed smoke alarms properly.
These intrusive measures are coming thick and fast - sometimes several per day. How much damage will this unspeakably vile 'government' do before it is kicked out of office in March 2010?
I don't even want to think about the answer to that. Life in the UK is so surreal at the moment, every time you think it can't get worse, it promptly does.
Customer "face time" today
So blogging may be erratic.
And what a bloody customer as well. Demanding as fuck!
And what a bloody customer as well. Demanding as fuck!
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Handwriting
Just a thought, but if the monocular mentalist's handwriting is that bad, it might explain all the shit laws we've been impaled upon over the last twelve years. All the clerks dicking around trying to work out what the fuck he had written get to three in the morning and then just say: "Ah fuck it - let's just make any old shit up, he never reads it anyway!"
Once again ...
... I appear to be at odds with the rest of the blogosphere.
Now, it is true that the Gorgon is blind and hand writing is a very difficult process for him. And that makes his determination to hand write a letter admirable. He could so easily have had someone type up something and then just sign it. Or rubber stamp it, as they did in the old days.
But we have an entire apparatus of government that sits at his side. Could nobody have checked the fucking thing before sending it out? This is a letter of personal condolence, for fuck's sake. Did people think that just because it's from a blind cunt of a Prime Mentalist that it would excuse all the mistakes and crossings-out?
Instead of making the effort to check the fucking letter, he just bashes it off and sends it out. So the woman who receives it (who has just lost her son, remember) is rightly insulted by the cack-handed effort and does something that I find incomprehensible, but then this is modern Britain.
So now the fat fuck is on the front page over an entirely avoidable issue. And he calls her to apologise, whereupon he promptly proceeds to treat this raging woman (who has just lost her son, remember) like he treats his mates in the Commons. Firstly, he tries to shift the blame to the opposition:
So, it's not entirely his fault, the silly moo couldn't read it, that's all.
Instead of sucking up the punishment, he then proceeds to tell her that she's wrong in the trivial matter of how many mistakes he made. Really. The man is so dysfunctional that he thinks he can browbeat an angry, grieving mother over a number, like she's Nick Clegg, stumbling over PMQs.
And then, for me, the money shot:
Let's just look at all the ways that this is wrong:
And what staggers me is that nobody prepared him adequately for the phone call. They must have known or feared that she would tape it, surely? That is an astonishing display of hubris.
What little sympathy I have for Brown's medical condition is completely overshadowed by the fact that this is still our Prime Minister, at the head of a massive, bloated government. Is there no-one useful who can help him stop a disaster from turning into a catastrophe?
Update: Turns out CF is on my side and raises an interesting point:
Update 2: I'm indebted to the Ambush Predator for bringing this slant to the story to my attention:
(Although I am minded to point out that Hitler met those requirements as well.)
Update 3: John Miller points out in the comments that Gorgon had a copy of the letter when he phoned. So he or someone else photocopied it. You can't even pretend that he wrote it and bashed it into the envelope in a moment of human exhaustion or anything. The letter was handled before it was posted. Somebody could (and more importantly should) have stopped this all from happening.
I don't entirely agree with Oxford Spring. To me, this story is about monstrous incompetence around a small but important matter. It's not that Gordon is just a bloke on a walk - he's an arrogant fool let out without a leash. He's so used to bullying the simpering fucks around him that he's completely forgotten that there are people out there who won't put up with his shit just because he's a nasty, manipulative, duplicitous back-stabber.
That woman is currently in a place where it doesn't matter if you're the Prime Minister. In fact, she could reasonably blame him for the death of her son because he is spending money that should have paid for better equipment for her son, on dole bludgers and MP expenses instead. So instead of taking the punch and rolling with it, he chose to bicker with her.
All it would have taken for this to go away would be for him to have said: "I'd like to start by saying that I'm terribly sorry for sending that letter to you as it stood and I'm sorry that it didn't achieve the aim of expressing my sincere sympathies with you for your loss. I wanted to convey my respects and condolences in person and I hope that you can forgive me."
Even I wouldn't be able to fight that.
But no. He can't admit that he, James Gordon Brown, fucked up. Even his most recent apology (at today's press conference, I believe) was not an apology:
Once again, he's trying to imply that it's all the silly moo's fault for not being able to read his handwriting.
Nuffink to do wiv me, guv!
Now, it is true that the Gorgon is blind and hand writing is a very difficult process for him. And that makes his determination to hand write a letter admirable. He could so easily have had someone type up something and then just sign it. Or rubber stamp it, as they did in the old days.
But we have an entire apparatus of government that sits at his side. Could nobody have checked the fucking thing before sending it out? This is a letter of personal condolence, for fuck's sake. Did people think that just because it's from a blind cunt of a Prime Mentalist that it would excuse all the mistakes and crossings-out?
Instead of making the effort to check the fucking letter, he just bashes it off and sends it out. So the woman who receives it (who has just lost her son, remember) is rightly insulted by the cack-handed effort and does something that I find incomprehensible, but then this is modern Britain.
So now the fat fuck is on the front page over an entirely avoidable issue. And he calls her to apologise, whereupon he promptly proceeds to treat this raging woman (who has just lost her son, remember) like he treats his mates in the Commons. Firstly, he tries to shift the blame to the opposition:
My writing is maybe so badly (speech muffled) that you can't read it.
So, it's not entirely his fault, the silly moo couldn't read it, that's all.
Instead of sucking up the punishment, he then proceeds to tell her that she's wrong in the trivial matter of how many mistakes he made. Really. The man is so dysfunctional that he thinks he can browbeat an angry, grieving mother over a number, like she's Nick Clegg, stumbling over PMQs.
And then, for me, the money shot:
I've got the letter in front of me and if you feel that my writing was not right then I'm sorry about that.
Let's just look at all the ways that this is wrong:
- he apologises, not for the fuckups he made, but for the implication that she feels he shouldn't have written to her at all
- it's not directly related to the problem, it's the usual Brownian motion to deflect criticism by turning it into an implication of failure or spite by the person having a go at him
- he doesn't accept that she has any reason to be angry
And what staggers me is that nobody prepared him adequately for the phone call. They must have known or feared that she would tape it, surely? That is an astonishing display of hubris.
What little sympathy I have for Brown's medical condition is completely overshadowed by the fact that this is still our Prime Minister, at the head of a massive, bloated government. Is there no-one useful who can help him stop a disaster from turning into a catastrophe?
Update: Turns out CF is on my side and raises an interesting point:
... perhaps there's such a culture of fear and bullying in the bunker that no-one dared say anything, for fear of spending the rest of the day in A&E having fragments of a Nokia phone picked out of their skulls.
Update 2: I'm indebted to the Ambush Predator for bringing this slant to the story to my attention:
The evidence here is not the letter, but the story itself. That we can think/care about how our leader spells is proof enough that we need him out, a general election called, and a man capable of great oratory and gravitas appointed in his place.
(Although I am minded to point out that Hitler met those requirements as well.)
Update 3: John Miller points out in the comments that Gorgon had a copy of the letter when he phoned. So he or someone else photocopied it. You can't even pretend that he wrote it and bashed it into the envelope in a moment of human exhaustion or anything. The letter was handled before it was posted. Somebody could (and more importantly should) have stopped this all from happening.
I don't entirely agree with Oxford Spring. To me, this story is about monstrous incompetence around a small but important matter. It's not that Gordon is just a bloke on a walk - he's an arrogant fool let out without a leash. He's so used to bullying the simpering fucks around him that he's completely forgotten that there are people out there who won't put up with his shit just because he's a nasty, manipulative, duplicitous back-stabber.
That woman is currently in a place where it doesn't matter if you're the Prime Minister. In fact, she could reasonably blame him for the death of her son because he is spending money that should have paid for better equipment for her son, on dole bludgers and MP expenses instead. So instead of taking the punch and rolling with it, he chose to bicker with her.
All it would have taken for this to go away would be for him to have said: "I'd like to start by saying that I'm terribly sorry for sending that letter to you as it stood and I'm sorry that it didn't achieve the aim of expressing my sincere sympathies with you for your loss. I wanted to convey my respects and condolences in person and I hope that you can forgive me."
Even I wouldn't be able to fight that.
But no. He can't admit that he, James Gordon Brown, fucked up. Even his most recent apology (at today's press conference, I believe) was not an apology:
To all other families whom I have written to, I can only apologise if my handwriting is difficult to read.
Once again, he's trying to imply that it's all the silly moo's fault for not being able to read his handwriting.
Nuffink to do wiv me, guv!
Ah, but EU is a good thing!
Is it, though?
Seriously, can anyone describe to me how this might possibly be considered a) a good thing and b) not the behaviour of a superstate?
They’ll try you in an English court for something which is not a crime in England.
Seriously, can anyone describe to me how this might possibly be considered a) a good thing and b) not the behaviour of a superstate?
Monday, 9 November 2009
Well, du-UHH!?
The Prime Minister takes a great deal of time writing letters of condolences.
Perhaps the fat fucker should take us out of all these illegal foreign adventures then?
Can we please bury Keynesiasm?
Via the Whited Sepulchre, comes this delightful graph from Greg Mankiw, Professor of Economics at the famously "wet" Harvard University:
As you can see, The Saviour's Plan to save the US by government intervention was supposed to help the unemployment rate fall from the nasty light blue line to the much better dark blue line. This is what three quarters of a trillion dollars was spent on. As you can see, the reality (the maroon dots) is that the unemployment rate is pretty much on the mirror image above the light blue line, massively worse than even the very-worst-case suggestions that Obamalamadingdong used to justify his crucifixion of the US economy.
Far from improving the unemployment rate, Obama's massive bailouts have made things worse, in fact, they are actually worse than "just" a mirror image of where they're supposed to be.
Ronald Reagan was absolutely right when he said the nine most terrifying words in the English language are, 'I'm from the government and I'm here to help.'
And still you will find some fuckwits insisting that the "right kind" of government can do good things.
As you can see, The Saviour's Plan to save the US by government intervention was supposed to help the unemployment rate fall from the nasty light blue line to the much better dark blue line. This is what three quarters of a trillion dollars was spent on. As you can see, the reality (the maroon dots) is that the unemployment rate is pretty much on the mirror image above the light blue line, massively worse than even the very-worst-case suggestions that Obamalamadingdong used to justify his crucifixion of the US economy.
Far from improving the unemployment rate, Obama's massive bailouts have made things worse, in fact, they are actually worse than "just" a mirror image of where they're supposed to be.
Ronald Reagan was absolutely right when he said the nine most terrifying words in the English language are, 'I'm from the government and I'm here to help.'
And still you will find some fuckwits insisting that the "right kind" of government can do good things.
Jackie Ashley - another Labour buttwipe
Wittering on about how useless iDave is going to be. Well, yes, you rancid old harridan, but we're so fucking sick of the Gorgon that we'd take Adolf fucking Hitler right now:
Like we haven't had a miserable twelve years under the thumb of your brand of cock-sniffers, eh?
Still, there's some good news at least:
Personally, I'd been hoping for somewhere behind the Monster Raving Loony Party, but that will have to do for now.
So we are left with a profoundly paradoxical political landscape. A deeply unpopular government is running out of authority and beginning almost to wish for death. Yet the opposition isn't particularly popular and on many of the big issues, from climate change to Afghanistan, the banking system to Europe, it does not offer real change. Granted, the Tories are far more aggressive about public spending cuts, but since we don't know what Labour would actually do in a few years' time, even that is cloudy.
A more confident government would be able to exploit all this. Labour has a story to tell, but it is almost voiceless. So Cameron and his colleagues bestride the political stage, fawned on by the establishment, preparing for power and easily surviving the most embarrassing policy U-turn so far. Well, they will have a miserable time when they get there – the pity is, so will millions of others.
Like we haven't had a miserable twelve years under the thumb of your brand of cock-sniffers, eh?
Still, there's some good news at least:
Some Labour people may think I'm sounding too gloomy, but those who have been privy to recent private polling are a lot more than gloomy. This suggests that Labour could return to the Commons with just 120 MPs or thereabouts, taking the party back to 1930s territory.
Personally, I'd been hoping for somewhere behind the Monster Raving Loony Party, but that will have to do for now.
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Kerry McCarthy is a weapons-grade cock-end
I mean, we already knew this, but consider this gem:
I think she's actually fucking serious, too.
I'd like to point out to the Dishonourable Member (and I use the term in its most ribald sense!) for Mogadishu East that not everyone defines themselves completely and utterly by their political affiliation.
Apart from Labour obsessives, apparently.
This woman really is almost simple-minded:
Seriously? The Tories should still be listening to 80's music? What the fuck is that then? This is just about entirely incomprehensible. Is that because Kerry associates the Tories with the 80's? But they also ruled for most of the 90's, Kerry. Are they not allowed to listen to 90's music then? And what about the "noughties" - does all the music from the last 12 years belong exclusively to Labour supporters then?
But she's definitely serious:
She really does think that people aren't allowed to broaden their horizons or listen to music that doesn't accord with their political beliefs. I suppose BoJo isn't allowed to listen to Pink Floyd, either.
I guess they don't want James Blunt's vote, either:
This is one of our ruling elite, folks. She is allowed to change the laws in this country. She is one of the privileged 646.
This is our Twitter Tsar. She is the person designated by the ruling party in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland to show us all how Twitter can be a force to help the country.
She clearly displays less maturity and sense than my hormonally-confused teenage daughter. Is it not remotely frightening to anyone reading this to think that someone so astonishingly narrow-minded and quite frankly stupid, holds a position of authority and responsibility in this country?
In a sense, it would be better if they really has signed away all their power to Brussels. Would you really want such a complete poltroon in any way running the country?
Update: I was reminded of this forum discussion about "the mental". I felt it was appropriate...
Update 2: Kerry has an equally stupid go at Shane Greer. What a fucking moron.
@shanegreer @wallaceme It's like Boris liking the Clash. How can he listen to something which is fundamentally opposed to everything he is?
I think she's actually fucking serious, too.
I'd like to point out to the Dishonourable Member (and I use the term in its most ribald sense!) for Mogadishu East that not everyone defines themselves completely and utterly by their political affiliation.
Apart from Labour obsessives, apparently.
This woman really is almost simple-minded:
@MatthewRBarrett @wallaceme @shanegreer U should be listening to Club Tropicana or Spandau Ballet. Or James Blunt. #musicfortories
Seriously? The Tories should still be listening to 80's music? What the fuck is that then? This is just about entirely incomprehensible. Is that because Kerry associates the Tories with the 80's? But they also ruled for most of the 90's, Kerry. Are they not allowed to listen to 90's music then? And what about the "noughties" - does all the music from the last 12 years belong exclusively to Labour supporters then?
But she's definitely serious:
@EinyS I think I'm qualified to judge that the Clash and Boris Johnson are polar opposites.
She really does think that people aren't allowed to broaden their horizons or listen to music that doesn't accord with their political beliefs. I suppose BoJo isn't allowed to listen to Pink Floyd, either.
I guess they don't want James Blunt's vote, either:
@eljmayes I am not familiar with that work. But any Labour supporter who likes James Blunt should be expelled from the party.
This is one of our ruling elite, folks. She is allowed to change the laws in this country. She is one of the privileged 646.
This is our Twitter Tsar. She is the person designated by the ruling party in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland to show us all how Twitter can be a force to help the country.
She clearly displays less maturity and sense than my hormonally-confused teenage daughter. Is it not remotely frightening to anyone reading this to think that someone so astonishingly narrow-minded and quite frankly stupid, holds a position of authority and responsibility in this country?
In a sense, it would be better if they really has signed away all their power to Brussels. Would you really want such a complete poltroon in any way running the country?
Update: I was reminded of this forum discussion about "the mental". I felt it was appropriate...
Update 2: Kerry has an equally stupid go at Shane Greer. What a fucking moron.
That's them fucked then
I see the yanks have succumbed to the Obamacare bollocks. That's their health care fucked for the next twenty years, I reckon ... pork-barrel politics at its very finest!
It's always astonishing ...
... how quickly "winter" sneaks up on us. Seems like only last week it was autumnal, and now at lunch time it's already gloomy and feels like the sun is close to the horizon again. And when you drive, the watery sun somehow seems to hurt your eyes a lot more than in the summer...
Cunts
A lot of women have a problem with the word "cunt". To many, it is a word which demeans the worth of women in general and marks them as slatterns, along with causing breast cancer and genital warts.
But I think any woman, no matter how po-faced, would struggle to describe these two as anything but a pair of cunts:
What? The? Fuck?
What the fucking fuck?
What the fucking fuckkity fuck?
But I think any woman, no matter how po-faced, would struggle to describe these two as anything but a pair of cunts:
A two-year-old girl was punched in the head by two teenage girls during an attempted robbery in north-west London.
The girl was with her mother when the pair were targeted by two female suspects in Preston Road, Wembley, at about 4.45 pm on Thursday.
They demanded money from the mother before punching her in the arm and attacking her daughter.
The attackers are described as being of Mediterranean appearance and aged between 14 and 18.
What? The? Fuck?
What the fucking fuck?
What the fucking fuckkity fuck?
Saturday, 7 November 2009
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