Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Papieren Bitte

What a fucking balls-up:

Teachers will need a "licence to teach" and must renew it every five years or face being banned from the classroom, Ed Balls announced today in a bid to reform schools before the general election.


Jesus, there truly is nothing so utterly fucked that these cunts can't make it ten times worse.

What the fuck does Mr Bollocks think this is going to do for teachers? Where in the fucking world have you ever, EVER heard of such a thing? Teachers, good, bad and indifferent, are just going to look at this and say "fuck off, you simpering cockmaster."

And then we'll have to import teachers like we have to import nurses. Or something.

I'm not really one for extravagant conspiracy theories, but it really, really does look to me like they are trying their level best to utterly destroy this country, doesn't it?

Is it a U-turn, or is it just sneaky?

Cunning:

Mr Johnson even admitted the suggestion the cards would help combat terrorism was exaggerated as he accepted the Government should never have allowed "the perception to go around that they were a panacea for terrorism".


Well, DUH!?

But do you see how sneaky he is? He starts off by painting himself as the sensible one ...

Instead, the Home Office is now concentrating on the cards being useful for youngsters to prove their age when going in to pubs.


... and then reveals that he's just changing the pitch and he's now playing the long game. Once you're in the database, you're in the database. Doesn't matter why or how.

Fucking cunts. This one is a slippery fucker, I wish he'd stayed in the Royal Mail.

Update: Charlotte Gore has more.

"Touts take the Michael"

What is it with the Scots? How can the country that gave us Adam Smith (and many other smart people besides) have sunk so low?

A letter in today's Metro (not available online as far as I can tell) was predictably wittering on about those evil ticket touts. Step forward, Alun Thomas of Edinburgh:

It must surely be time to put a stop to the black market in reselling concert tickets at extortionate prices.


What the fuck, dude? Do ticket touts go around forcing people to buy their tickets at fucking gunpoint or something? Last time I looked, buying tickets from a tout was an entirely voluntary transaction, possible only because the people originally selling the tickets are not charging the correct market price for the tickets. The difference between what the market will bear buying from touts and the face price of the ticket is entirely down to the generosity (or economic incompetence) of the artist.

But how the fuck do you stop a black market, anyway? That's the whole fucking point of a black market: it exists because the officially regulated market isn't doing its job.


It would be the ideal legacy for the king of pop and allow fans to get back to purchasing tickets at face value.


Listen, you fucking cockwit of an ignoramus, fans can always buy tickets at their face value, if they get to the ticket shop in time. If they don't and they want to see the show, well then they take their chances with a tout.

Jesus wept, Adam Smith must be spinning hard enough in his grave to register on the Richter scale!

The gift that keeps on giving!




Tip of the clown wig to the b3tards.

Monday, 29 June 2009

Face, meet palm.

Palm, meet face:

Gordon Brown said today that the public-sector housing boost will mean that an extra 110,000 homes for rent will be built over the next two years and create a further 45,000 jobs.


Errr, hello? I thought the housing market was collapsing and the whole idea was to push prices up again?

The man is an inconsistent fuckwit of a cunt.

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 37



With thanks to Chrysippus.

Immigration

I actually have a lot of time for Fraser Nelson. He is articulate and knows how to construct a case, which are things I never thought I'd associate with the News of the Screws.

And he's in fine form here, mocking our flaccid politicians for entirely failing to come to grips with what the BNP have found a good campaign tactic:

Westminster parties have kept their baffled silence and are giving the BNP a monopoly over the most explosive issue in politics.

You'd think Gordon Brown and David Cameron would have been shocked into action after seeing Griffin win a seat in Brussels.

Almost a MILLION voters chose the BNP. And make no mistake: we're not talking about a million racists.

Griffin never mentions his whites-only membership policy. He campaigns, simply, on controlling immigration.

In the recession, it's a bigger subject than ever because the layoffs are hitting British- born people hardest.

Strip out the public sector and do you know how many new jobs have gone to British workers since 1997?

Zero. Squat. Nada. In fact, there are fewer UK-born workers in the private sector than 12 years ago.


That last bit was particularly scary.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm actually all for uncontrolled immigration. What I'm not in favour of is uncontrolled benefits being dished out to uncontrolled immigrants. And I'm definitely not in favour of taxes on uncontrolled immigrants being used to fund a class of client state voters who do fuck all but endorse this rather astonishing state of affairs.

What the fuck is going on?

Thursday, 25 June 2009

He was weird ... but he could sing and dance.



RIP, you nutter.

Words or wine?

Well ... I chose wine. I have partaken of a wondrous assortment of whites, reds and dessert wines; not to mention brandies, calvados and liqueurs. And the perfectly chilled Nastro Azzuro beforehand.* All accompanied by a meal of the very highest standard, including Kobe beef and something equally unusual, the "food-miles" of which were, I'm sure, a resounding great big FUCK OFF to George Monbiot and his ilk.

It was all utterly magnificent. The company was superb, the conversation witty and intelligent. And for today, I really don't even care what the fuck politicians do.

Thanks to the customer who paid, thanks to old friends I saw, thanks to the restaurant that really blew me away again. You know who you are. Or maybe you don't. But I'm grateful either way.

I may blog again tomorrow, depending on the enormity of the hangover.

*If there are any typos in this post, I'm sure you'll forgive me under the circumstances!

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 35

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Informix Roundup: 23 June 2009

IDS Ubuntu appliance.

DbVisualizer supports Informix.

To be fair ...

... you really would need a heart of stone not to laugh.

Tip of the clown wig to Guthrum over at OH's place.

Job offer

Should I take it?

My deceased aunt gave my two kids a Cocker Spaniel a few months back. The dog has been a terror and become overwhelming for me. I am a single father raising two young children. I cannot face telling the kids that the dog must go. I have found a good home for the dog, and just need someone to transport the dog, and play the villain.

Premise: You will be the dog walker hired by daddy (me) to walk Skittles. I will introduce you to the kids, and you will tell them you are going to help Skittles get her exercise when Daddy is too busy to walk her. At that point you will walk Skittles to your car and take her to her new family 20 minutes from my place. Then return holding just a leash. The story will be that Skittles broke free of the leash and took off. At this point prepare for crying, things being thrown at you, and possibly cursing. My kids are young and dramatic, their girls.

Pay will be $500. The job will take roughly 2 hours at best.

This job is ideal for an actor looking to diversify their role base, or someone who genuinely likes to make children cry. Acting experience is a plus, but not necessary. Please inform me of any prior experience in this kind of situation.


Jesus Hieronymus Christ. $500 for that? I'd have his arm off if I was in DC. What a soft shite!

Tip of the clown wig to Wayne.

Ouch!

Drag the slider and weep.

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 33

And so we wait

With Guido, Munster and the Godbotherer all making good points about the pompous blowhard Bercow, let's see what Wednesday brings.

Will he hold Brown to account at PMQs? Will he actually hold "briefing" ministers to account? I have little hope, but tomorrow should be a revealing start.

Wise words

... from the Tedious Old Godbotherer:

Democracy is a curious thing – it tends to deliver precisely what the people deserve. And maybe the electorate of the House of Commons deserves John Bercow. He tries so hard to be all things to all people, yet he is everything and nothing. He is convicted of nothing strongly, except perhaps the righteousness of his own conviction, the uprightness of his amorality and the universal salvation which is to be found in his gospel. At one time or another he has held the whole spectrum of political thought in his hands, and yet it has all slipped through.


A more damning indictment of the people of this cuntry I cannot imagine.

So, where's it gonna stop?

I believe that MP's have already repaid somewhere between half a million and an million pounds. Somewhere around £1000 each, on average. And more coming in every day.

Does that sound like the behaviour of scum caught out and trying to buy their way out of the shit with our money or does that sound like the behaviour of decent, honest people?

And our new speaker couldn't remember if he'd paid capital gains tax on a £300,000 profit.

Fucking Jesus, they are taking the fucking piss, aren't they?

Monday, 22 June 2009

Informix Roundup: 22 June 2009

Data Studio has a new release.

Worldwide fastest Informix DBA competition. Should I enter?

Informix on Campus wiki.

Informix and php.

Informix Zone is getting better and better.

C'est un job de Informix.

Planview supports Informix.

Buy your Informix shit here.

Bob Finocchio displays a fine sense of irony. At least, I hope so!

Modernisation and reform...

... are actually two things that Parliament doesn't fucking need. What it needs, is to be filled with decent human beings, not thieves, thugs and pond scum.

This whole fucking thing is such a sham: it's just window-dressing so that the troughing cunts can pretend they did something (probably making everything worse) and carry on with their venal ways.

Tonight, Great Britain, the Commons flipped you a great big bird; they dropped their trousers and spread their butt-cheeks at you, and by a margin of 322 to 271, they yelled: "FUCK YOU, YOU LOSER CUNTS!" at the British electorate.

Tomorrow, the troughing will recommence.

Skinnysaurus?

Apparently:

American researchers say they have uncovered a mathematical mistake made by the dinosaur boffinry community, meaning that the weight of live dinos has long been massively overestimated. In a development with devastating consequences for various much-fancied works of fiction, it now appears that in fact the dinosaurs were significantly slenderer than had been thought.


Which makes me wonder how much quicker they were. Could a velociraptor have been even more scary than previously thought? Quite possibly.

Have you cunts not got anything fucking useful to do then?

For the fucking sake of fucking fuck, man:



I strongly advise anyone who knows anything about this to tell the Shropshire pigs to a) get a fucking life, b) fuck off and die and c) leave off the donuts, you fat cunts.

Ordure! Ordure!

No idea which of the useless shits is going to make the grade, but that Bercow has a face you'd never tire of punching, doesn't he?

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 32

Sunday, 21 June 2009

Le Hoon du Jour: Cock-lin Port

How very Daily Mail of him to say:

"Each time these images are viewed it is a fresh victimisation of the child," he said. "Tighter governance is crucial. We need a nationwide accreditation system with clear rules and safeguarding of victims and a fail-safe that allows accreditation to be withdrawn should any aspect of those rules be breached."


Fuck all to do with the fact that the police are ignoring identity theft, even if it means that you can shafted with an utterly pointless Operation Ore investigation. Fuck all to do with the fact that the police have become a useless, corrupt organisation, sucking up to their political masters at the higher ranks and filled with expense-fiddling cunts lower down ... all at the expense of those of us who have to pay for a "service" that is more about fucking us over than protecting us from crime.

Cunts.

Friday, 19 June 2009

There's nowt so queer as ...

... folk(ing hell, what are these cunts ON????)

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 31

A facepalm moment

Tom Harris dropped £255 of our money on posters to tell his fuckwit thick cretinous constituents how to fucking contact him.

Up next: "How to breathe" posters.

A question (or two) for Tom Harris MP

Surely if you're paying your mortgage off, the interest amount would decrease every month?

Wouldn't it?

Oh, and did you really need a new dinner service and a clock off us? Curtains? Portable aircon? Table? Lamp?

£1000 for 2 pairs of curtains? Were they fucking gold plated or what?

£600 for two Venetian blinds???????????? Jesus Christ!!! Still, what the fuck, eh? It's not your cunting money, is it?

Why the enormous censoring of your contract with Royal Mail, Tom? What are you hiding?

Hello, Tom Harris!

Right, straight off: £400 for food, no invoices needed? Nice job if you can get it. Did you REALLY, REALLY spend £400 a month on food that was relevant to your parliamentary business, Tom?

Really? Month in and month out? Really?

And here's me thinking food's a lot cheaper up there.

Thursday, 18 June 2009

Why spend £350 on a PC...

... when you can spend £1039 of someone else's money on an Apple Mac?

Mr Djanogly!

Why are we paying for adverts in the local press for MP's?

I suspect this would look a LOT worse if we could see what it was really being spent on.

Mr Djanogly.

Can you not pay for your own herbs, you cunt?

Jonathan Djanogly again: £12 to "supply herbs".

Fuck off you greedy trougher.

Not just cunts, but stupid cunts

I picked an MP (Jonathan Djanogly) at random and opened the first PDF file. And what did I see?

Utilities: 1570.82
Council Tax: 744.00
Telephone: 333.17
Cleaning: 1543.00
Maintenance: 1425.00
Repairs: Blacked out
Total: 8355.86

Now, the other items come to £5615.99 and there are no other items, so I can only assume the that blacked out money spent on repairs was £2739.87.

Jesus, what a bunch of fucksticks, they really just don't have a cunting clue, do they?

£30.80 for publications supplied?

Why are you hiding what they were, Mr Djanogly? Was it Fiesta? Asian Babes? Shoe Fetish Monthly?

Cunt.

OK, I've got it

I'm going to start playing "spin the bottle". I'm going to pick MP's at random and trawl through their expenses and see what egregious thievery and moronic stupidity I can unearth.

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 30

I blame Charlotte Gore

My rage is currently inchoate. I'm going to take the morning off and see if I can verbalise it when I come back.

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 29

Amazing!

IBM have apparently made Informix-branded marketing "stuff" available.

Better eight years late than fucking never, eh?

A public service announcement

Via various sources, Nightjack's most useful post:

A Survival Guide for Decent Folk

Paul has posted a number of lengthy replies on the “Modest Proposal" thread. In these days of us increasingly having to deal with law abiding folk who have fallen foul of the “entitled poor” and those who have learned how to use us to score points and exact revenge, I thought it would be a good idea to give out a bit of general guidance for those law abiding types who find themselves under suspicion or under arrest. It works for the bad guys so make it work for you.

Complain First Always get your complaint in first, even if it is you who started it and you who were in the wrong. If things have gone awry and you suspect the cops are going to be called, get your retaliation in first. Ring the cops right away and allege for all you are worth. If you can work a racist or homophobic slant into it so much the better.

Make a counter allegation
Regardless of the facts, never let the other side be blameless. If they beat you to the phone, ring anyway and make a counter allegation against them. Again racism or homophobia are your friends. If you are not from a visible minority ethnic culture, may I suggest that that the phrase “You gay bastard” or similar is always useful. In extremis, allege sexual assault. It gives us something to bargain with when getting the other person to drop their complaint on a quid-pro-quo basis. This is particularly good where there are no independent witnesses. When it boils down to one word against another and nobody is ‘fessing up, CPS run a mile and you, my friend, are definitely on a walk out.

Never explain to the Police
If the Police arrive to lock you up, say nothing. You are a decent person and you may think that reasoning with the Police will help. “If I can only explain, they will realise it is all a horrible mistake and go away”. Wrong. We do want to talk to you on tape in an interview room but that comes later. All you are doing by trying to explain is digging yourself further in. We call that stuff a significant statement and we love it. Decent folk can’t help themselves, they think that they can talk their way out. Wrong.

Admit Nothing
To do anything more than lock you up for a few hours we need to prove a case. The easiest route to that is your admission. Without it, our case may be a lot weaker, maybe not enough to charge you with. In any case, it is always worth finding out exactly how damning the evidence is before you fall on your sword. So don’t do the decent and honourable thing and admit what you have done. Don’t even deny it or try to give your side of the story. Just say nothing. No confession and CPS are on the back foot already. They forsee a trial. They fear a trial. They are looking for any excuse to send you home free.

Keep your mouth shut
Say as little as possible to us. At the custody office desk a Sergeant will ask you some questions. It is safe to answer these. For the rest of the time, say nothing.

Claim Suicidal Thoughts
A debatable one this. Claiming to be thinking about topping yourself has several benefits. If you can keep it up, it might just bump up any compensation payable later. On the other hand you may find yourself in a paper suit with someone watching your every move.

Always always always have a solicitor
Duh. No brainer this one. Unless you know 100% for sure that your mate the solicitor does criminal law and is good at it, ask for the Duty Solicitor. They certainly do criminal law and they are good at it. Then listen to what the solicitor says and do it. Their job is to get you off without the Cops or CPS laying a glove on you if at all possible. It is what they get paid for. They are free to you. There is no down side. Now decent folks think it makes them look like they have something to hide if they ask for a solicitor. Irrelevant. Going into an interview without a solicitor is like taking a walk in Tottenham with a big gold Rolex. Bad things are very likely to happen to you. I wouldn’t do it and I interview people for a living.

Actively complain about every officer and everything they do
Did they cuff you when they brought you in? Were they rude to you? Did they racially or homophobically abuse you? Didn’t get fed? Cell too cold? You are decent folk who don’t want to make a fuss but trust me, it pays to whinge and no matter how trivial and / or poorly founded your complaint there are people who will uncritically listen to you and try and prove the complaint on your behalf. Some of them are even police officers. Nothing like a complaint to muddy the waters and suggest that you are only in court because the vindictive Cops have a grudge against you. Far fetched? Wait until your solicitor spins it in court and you come over as Ghandi.

Show no respect to the legal system or anybody working in it
You think that if you are a difficult, unpleasant, sneering, unco-operative and rude things will go badly for you and you will be in more trouble. No sirree Bob. It seems that in fact the worse you are, the easier things will go for you if, horror of horrors, you do end up convicted. Remember to fake a drink problem if you haven’t developed one as a result of dealing with us already. Magistrates and Judges do seem to like the idea that you are basically good but the naughty alcohol made you do it. They treat you better. Crazy I know but true.

So there you go, basically anything you try and do because you are decent and staightforward hurts you badly. Act like an habitual, professional, lifestyle criminal and chances are you will walk away relatively unscathed. Copy the bad guys, its what they do for a living.

Fucking stupid Tory cunts

Any general who promoted himself by sacrificing his own troops might expect to be shot.


Chaps, gather round, I have something fairly important to explain to you...

Even the street sweepers look like beardie professors!

Something useful?

Something for the big smoke, sir?

People are strange

I just waved goodbye to the missus, as she headed off to work. As I headed back indoors, I noticed that some scrote had chucked an empty "chav-sized" Pepsi bottle into my driveway.

At what point in someone's life do they acquire such a sense of disrespect for strangers that they do this kind of thing?

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

Curious

After fighting my way through 500-odd podcasts, I now find myself wishing for something new on the music front.. I don't like metal, I don't like opera, I don't like R'n'B or HipHop (not since about 2000, anyway!)

Any podcast suggestions?

NightJack outed

Fucking Times cunts. But I reckon there's a hidden agenda here, the mainstream media really want to make life as uncomfortable as they can for their upstart rivals, bloggers. Put them in their place.

Fuck 'em. It's easy enough to fire up another blog, another identity. Let's start lighting a fire under their fucking arses, identify their shortcomings and misdemeanours.

Don't forget, you fat fucks: there are more of us than there are of you, too.

Cunts.

Update: The Heresiarch makes some sensible points.

The delights of modern technology

Went out to see a customer today. Thanks to the gorgeous traffic in the home counties, my satnav changed its mind more often than a woman on the fucking blob, telling me to go one way then another IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING INTERSECTION!

Eventually I gave up and switched the wittering bitch off. Now if I could just do the same to the other women in my life.

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 28

Monday, 15 June 2009

Something for oleuanna



Immigration: The difference between Libertarians and the BNP.

Let's hear it for the market!



The free market is not a belief system, it's a single piece of information. But you ignore it at your peril.

Informix Roundup: 15 June 2009

Amazon blog about IDS in the cloud. With added demos.

The IBM support assistant.

Job in India.

Data Architect supports Informix. Amazing.

4GL programmer job in France. Bon!

IDS v9 job in the US.

Informix sandbox.

Analysing performance issues. Leider nür in Deutsch.

Farewell to the king.

PJ in full flow



Tip of the clown wig to the ASI.

You couldn't make it up!

One rule for us, huh?

Auditors who have examined the American Express accounts of 3,500 officers involved in countering terrorism and organised crime have reported almost one in 11 detectives to the Metropolitan Police's internal investigators.

A senior officer appears to have spent £40,000 on his Amex card in one year, without authorisation. Items bought by others without permission include suits, women's clothing and fishing rods.

The scale of the suspected fraud, disclosed in an internal Metropolitan Police Authority report, will send shock waves through the force. Until now, the investigation into expenses fraud was thought to have focused on fewer than 40 officers.


Dude, seriously ... WTF????????

First we have our legislators exempting themselves from the laws they write for us, now we have the fucking police committing fraud while "protecting" us from terrorists and thieves!

I reckon we're heading for a national upchuck of violent proportions. At least I fucking hope so.

Unless 'stenders is on, of course!

I have been to this party, too!

Carpsio, well worth a read again:

If you’re designing for a purpose - make sure you know what that fucking purpose actually is before even you start.


If someone in the team has a great idea, make sure it's useful before you start bollocksing around with it. I've been the guy who has had to pick up the pieces of stupidity like this all too often.

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 27

The not at all hidden costs of multi-culturalism

How many "schoolsanhospitals" is £50-million then?

Town halls and Whitehall spend £50 million a year on translation and interpretation for the benefit of people who cannot speak English.


OK ...

Yet now an investigation has found that many of the expensively-produced foreign-language leaflets have never been read.


Can I make a fucking suggestion? How about we save the £50 million and say that if you want to come live here, you have to make the effort to FUCKING LEARN ENGLISH, YOU CUNTS?

I'm planning on fucking off to Germany and / or France for a couple of years. Rest assured that before I set foot in either country with the intention of living there, I will at least make sure that I can get by in German (which I already can) and / or French.

Fuck all this stupid bending over backward for people who either can't be arsed or don't give a shit. And for the record: fuck all the ex-pat Brits who go overseas and can't be arsed to learn the lingo. They are cunts, too.

I wonder how Timmy will feel about this?

Is this a situation where they both lose? Timmy always says that jobs are a cost, not a benefit, so is the fact that:

for every green energy job created:

2.2 on average will be lost, or about nine jobs lost for every four created, to which we have to add those jobs that non-subsidized investments with the same resources would have created.

In addition actually nine out of ten promised green jobs created were not even permanent. To put it in a different way: every green megawatt created:

destroyed 5.28 jobs on average elsewhere in the economy: 8.99 by photovoltaics, 4.27 by wind energy, 5.05 by mini-hydro.



So does Timmy think this is a good thing or a bad thing?

It think that this bit is incontrovertibly bad, though:

the investment of $36 billion so far created only $10 billion worth in real market prize of energy. Thus renewable mandates have caused already severe damage to the Spanish economy with energy costs increasing nearly 55%. For some companies such as Ferrroatlantico energy cost for its production of iron alloys soared from 37% in 1997 to 43 % in 2005.


Fucking hell.

Typical!

Finally get my arse back into gear to blog, and blogger goes down.

I've forgotten what I wanted to say now.

Friday, 12 June 2009

I must be a racist

I had no idea who Ben Kinsella was, but when I saw a photo of a young white male callously murdered by a bunch of black thugs, I had to wonder why it wasn't being trumpeted in the Graun and the Indy as a race hate crime?

Is it because he was white?

Update: For the sake of avoidance of doubt, I'd hate for this to be classified as a "race hate crime". As far as I'm concerned, if you kill someone, you're a murderer. Killing someone because they are the wrong skin colour or are gay or whatever doesn't make you more of a murderer. Murder is murder.

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 26

Oh for God's sake!

Just when I think I've been maxed out, when this fucking cretinous bunch of cock-sniffing fucknuggets can't get any more fucking stupid, lo:

It's official: the government is today publishing a bill that will make child poverty illegal.


Now, given that children don't fucking legally have assets or the legal ability to earn income, it's a pretty fucking pointless objective. Jesus fucking Christ, bring back John Major and the Cones Hotline, Ed Bollocks hasn't got a fucking clue.

And the Prime Mentalist reckons this guy is an economic genius. No wonder we're fucked.

Thursday, 11 June 2009

Another coffee / keyboard interface moment

Via subray, you have been warned:

Brain overload

OK, this is real, apparently.

Damn!

Pretty fucking sweet, via Mr E.:

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 25

The Labour Party: from the frying pan ...

The Speccie via the Graun (both much more in tune with the Wastemonster bubble than I am) has a completely mindboggling article today:

Something that many got wrong this week, including media commentators, is that the majority of Labour MPs on the list wanted Alan Johnson to take over. David Miliband would have been closer to the truth.


What, Millipede the serial coward? The gurning bananawaver? Leadership material? If it's true, then Brown's delusional madness is clearly contagious.

I am beginning to feel like I'm in the Truman Show and the director is Salvador Dalí.

Arg!

A man went to his GP with a strawberry growing out of his head.

The doctor said: "I can give you some cream for that!"


and

Two parrots sitting on a perch. One says: "Can you smell fish?"


and

Have you seen my camouflage jacket?


More here, via Timmy. Or is that Tommy?

Whitewash?

No: Brownwash!*

I see the Prime Mentalist has quashed the report that "clears" Shahid Malik, despite more revelations from the Barclaygraph.

Now why on earth would he want to suppress a report that shows how clean one of his GOATSE cabinet ministers is?

Could it possibly be that it doesn't exonerate him? Could it even be that it's uncovered something even worse?

Shahid, take your massaging chair and shove it up your fat, thieving arsehole. Oh, and fuck off.

Cunt.

*See what I did there?

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

A very well ghasted flabber

WTF?

Margaret Beckett looks set to become the next Speaker of the House of Commons, replacing the disgraced Michael Martin who steps down on June 21.


They really are just taking the fucking piss now, aren't they?

Update: Ayes to the right, neiiiggggghhhs to the left.

Fuck it

I'm just going to nick the whole thing. It's brilliant and it very nearly captures the depth of hatred I feel for it:

Java. What the fuck is it for? Does anyone know - or care - any more? I remember it was the absolute pinnacle of the tech zeitgeist around 10 years back, when it promised to be a utopia of write-once-run-anywhere programming and cubicles were packed with dickheads pulling down £8999k p.a. because they understood those big diagrams that people used to draw to explain what Java did… but now?

Now it sits there on my hard drive glowering resentfully because no-one uses it any more - the ginger-haired stepchild of programming languages (or whatever the fuck it is).

I can handle that - I don’t use HongKong RAMfucker or PornLocator any more; but at least they have the decency to sit there quietly in the background until the day that I need to fuck my RAM or locate some porn.

What I can’t handle is Java’s constant crying out for my attention… update me… please! Every single bastard day that little system tray bubble comes up, winking at me cheerily to remind me there’s another Java update. So for days I dutifully close it and yet, the very next day, there it is again.. taunting me. Look: I didn’t update you yesterday. Or the day before. Or the day before that. Please take the fucking hint - no-one likes you any more. Imagine if your girlfriend behaved like that!

And then, eventually, I concede defeat and download it just to get that fucking message out of the way. Only its not an ‘update’ in the sense of “here’s a couple of megsworth of patches and files” but a full 23323327Gb download of the entire fucking thing that slows everything down to a crawl and puts a big fat install dialogue up in my grill for what seems to be a week, reminding me of all the pointless crap Java ‘enables’ me to do.

And then, when you’ve done all that and your heartrate has returned to normal levels, you find some gimcrack, cobbled-together piece of toss on the internets that does actually use Java to do something - usually something completely fucking gay like add an animated reflection to a picture of the Taj Mahal - and the fucking thing still isn’t right. Sometimes you get a message saying that the version you’ve got is too fucking new!

And to add insult to fucking injury every one of these damn Java applets in the world has to tell me that it’s using Java before it loads. Imagine popping a CD into the tray and having Brian Blessed announce that you are using CD Technology. Actually - that would be pretty fucking awesome. So imagine instead opening your sandwich box to be greeted with a cheery “you’re eating Kingsmill bread!” The world would grind to a halt as people flung sandwiches out of the window in pulsating, red-faced rage, making pavements impassable and putting Dairylea out of business. That’s what “this is a Java application” messages do to the internets.

Java is a big bunch of balls, and Sun Microsystems are a big bunch of ball washers. Fact.

Carpsio: legend! It's just a pity he didn't have a pop at C# as well.

United Arsetwat Fuckwits

Unfortunately, everyone else has already said all there is to say. All I can add is:

Cunts.

Update: The voice of reason.

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 24

Tuesday, 9 June 2009

Sounds like fun!

Things you should not read while you're in a meeting:

David Cameron could hardly be grinning any harder today if Samantha had woken him up with a champagne enema.

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 23

Poetry!

As Mr Brown failed, once again, to understand that he was the problem, first secretary Lord Mandelson sat silently in the corner, stroking his badger while two large, muscular African men smeared handfuls of duck fat into his bare thigh.


Poetry, genius, whatever ...

What a shocker

I'm sure I said over and over again that the Gorgon would survive anything that happened, short of assassination.

And lo, so it came to pass.

The Labour Party: bringing the BNP into Europe and continuing to allow Britain to be led by an unelected, hypocritical, self-serving thug.

W00t.

Monday, 8 June 2009

Informix Roundup: 08 June 2009

Jacques Roy is doing a round of Informix on Campus sessions in Strasbourg. Lucky bastard!

Worldwide Informix Roadshow program launched.

New IDS online quick reference and portal launched.

End of marketing for everything but 11.x.

Article on which IDS edition to choose.

Job in the Philippines.

Job in London.

Job in Hants.

IBM expands On Demand initiative. W00t.

Xtivia tarting themselves about. Slags.

Virtualisation webcast.

Python dbi driver.

Argh!



bella, may you rot in hell. ;o)

Well, DUH?!?!

Jeez, some people need a picture drawing, don't they?

The BNP won its first seats in the European parliament not because its supporters are all racist, but because many voters feel insecure and let down by the main parties.


No shit?

It gets better, though:

One of the most startling findings came when we tested anecdotal reports that many BNP voters were old Labour sympathisers who felt that the party no longer speaks up for them. As many as 59% of BNP voters think that Labour “used to care about the concerns of people like me but doesn’t nowadays”.


Go on, Labour cock-sniffers ... stick THAT in your fucking pink pipe and smoke it.

And finally:

Yet, depending on how the term "racist" is precisely defined, our survey suggests that the label applies to only around a half of BNP voters. On their own, these votes would not have been enough to give the BNP either of the seats they won last night.

There are two telling pieces of evidence that suggest wider causes of disenchantment. Seven out of 10 BNP voters (and almost as many Green and Ukip voters) think that "there is no real difference these between Britain’s three main parties".


See, you goat-felching weasel-rapists, when you don't believe in anything, why should the voters believe in you?

So ...

... Labour has been caned into third place behind the Tories and UKIP. They have lost voters to the BNP (who finally admitted on TV that they are a far-left party, not a far-right party, thangyewverymuch!) on a scale that gave the BNP not one, but TWO MEP's.

Gordoom McJock Brown must be so proud.

The LimpDumbs, though, just how irrelevant are they, then? They had an open goal as a "soft left" party and they still couldn't get any votes. Pathetic.

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 22

Ve shall fight zem on ze beaches ...


Tip of the clown wig to the Croydonian.

At this rate somebody could end up getting killed

Coffee / keyboard interface:

The ECB said the English squad reported feeling 'odd' before the game, after eating a basket of complimentary muffins sent by the Dutch side.

A spokesman added: "Once they'd been finished them, they ordered three dozen doughnuts and a load of bacon sandwiches.

"By the coin toss, half of them were discussing what an amazing colour James Foster's car was and the other half were still in the pavilion, pissing themselves laughing at a SpongeBob SquarePants DVD."

Sunday, 7 June 2009

Euro Elections

What will tonight bring, I wonder. I've already heard that being beaten into fourth place by the Monster Raving Loony Party in the council elections may not be Labour's worst drubbing:

There are indications that Labour has come SIXTH in Cornwall, behind the Conservatives, UKIP, Lib Dems, Cornish nationals and Greens


Time for some more popcorn, I think.

Is your cat planning to kill you?



A tip of the clown wig to Ms Laudanum.

Saturday, 6 June 2009

I wonder if Trixy will give up on bananaman now?

It really was a disgraceful display of cowardice:

If David Miliband quit as Foreign Secretary it would have been over. But the Boy Wonder showed as much courage as he did last summer.

That is to say: none. He was easily bought off by Mandy’s promises. He stayed put, and let his friend Purnell wander alone to the wilderness.


He's the most cowardly little fuck out there.

Apart from Gordon, of course.

Mind you, they're all shameful little fucking cowards, aren't they?

Cunts.

Lessons have been learned

Yep. Clearly, after the horror of Baby P, they have:

A seven-year-old girl kept prisoner by her mother and mother's partner died after being starved for weeks or months, a court has heard.

Khyra Ishaq died of an infection, Birmingham Crown Court was told.

Prosecutors allege it was murder because the couple intended to cause Khyra serious harm.

Khyra's mother Angela Gordon, 34, and Junaid Abuhamza, 30, both of Leyton Road, Handsworth, Birmingham, deny murdering Khyra on 17 May last year.

Jurors have been told UK doctors had rarely seen such a severe case of malnutrition.

Khyra's body mass index at the time of her death was so low that it did not register on available medical charts, the court was told.


Jesus. Or Mohammed, by the sounds of it.

The court heard a lock had been fitted high up on the kitchen door to keep Khyra, and five other children in the care of the couple, away from the food in the home.


What???

Mr Raggatt said if the children were caught stealing food they were made to stand outside in the cold, beaten with a cane, or made to overeat until they were sick.


WHAT???

Jurors were told that Khyra's life changed after her natural parents split up and Ms Gordon and Mr Abuhamza became a couple.


My flabber is ghasted. A mother turned into a complete vicious bitch after meeting up with a Mr Abuhamza, treated her kids like shit?

Khyra was removed from school and Miss Gordon refused to admit visitors to the house - including school staff and police a short time later.


Riiiight.

Looks like those lessons have been learned better than ever, really.

It makes you proud to be British, doesn't it?

What a cunt we have for a Prime Mentalist. I wish he'd just suck Obama's cock and get done with it.

Pass the mind bleach, please!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Drop everything!

Tractorstats is back!

Friday, 5 June 2009

Interesting result

St Ives, Cambridgeshire:

Labour smashed into fourth place by the Tories, Lib Dems and ... the Monster Raving Loony Party!

Fucking. Hell.

Er, er, er, ...

Is that five or six or seven steps forward? And two steps back?

Peter Hain and Gladys FUCKING Kinnock?????????????????!!!!!

Dum, dum, dum ...

... another one bites the dust:

1645 Employment minister Tony McNumpty - who has always insisted he did nothing wrong by claiming second-home expenses on a London house where his parents live - has resigned from the government.


Mind the door doesn't hit your fat, arrogant, entitled arse on the way out.

Cunt.

Update: Flint has gone too, I can't keep up!

Hoon down, Hain Back, Beckett gone ...

It's a real rollercoaster ride today.

Fucking glad to see that horse-faced, supercilious cunt Beckett fucking off to spend more time blocking the A303, though.

And Hoon! Yes!

More please!

I knew the Internet was good for something

This, perhaps?

Tory leader David Cameron supported the survey results stressing it was 'vital Britain is able to see, via live streaming, the moment Gordon Brown finally flips and runs screaming from Downing Street, smeared in his own kak'.

Words fail me

Peter Hain is apparently back as the Welsh rarebit Secretary or something.

Peter fucking Hain.

Fucking hellski! Can you believe it?

Er, hello?

I read somewhere that Brown's reshuffle was all about stamping his authority on the government.

Hm.

Well, I can only say that I'm pretty fucking incensed that MASSAGING THIS IMBECILIC FUCKTARD'S FRAGILE EGO IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN RUNNING THE FUCKING CUNTRY!

Jesus. And people just sit there and take all this shit.

I can see why they banned people from having firearms, can't you?

The Lemon Party?

Given that Labour is utterly useless as a political party, shouldn't they re-brand themselves as the Lemon Party?*

Tip of the clown wig to nbc.

*Make sure you have the mind bleach ready.

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 21

Rebutting Stan

Stan left a comment on my post about drugs, in which he raises some good and substantive points, and rather than letting his comments and my rebuttal hide in the comment thread, I thought I'd put it up here:

The reality is that people will steal, rape and murder too - should we decriminalise those offences?


Stan, the fundamental tenet of Libertarianism is that you own your own body and the fruits of your labour. Any damage that anyone else does to you is a matter for the law. Theft, rape and murder involve someone else damaging you or your property and are therefore the worst of crimes in my view of the world.

However, taking drugs is something you do to yourself. You may not agree with it, and I certainly do not agree with it either, but it is your decision to do it to yourself.

If we did legalise drug use how would that help? Addicts would still need their fix and the nature of the addiction means they will steal to fund it. Taxing a product will not make it cheaper so the likelihood is that the costs will be higher not lower. We're not Portugal - they have different attitudes to legal drugs such as alcohol and cigarettes and, consequently, fewer problems than we do. There is no evidence to suggest that a change in our policy will improve things, although there is evidence to suggest that it will make things worse - the downgrading of cannabis and the subsequent explosion in mental health issues caused by cannabis demonstrates that.


If you make drugs available on prescription for people who are addicted and cannot afford to buy them, then you immediately remove the need to steal and you also reduce the health risks by making it possible for them to get clean paraphernalia.

By making recreational drugs of a suitable standard available from pharmacies, you could easily tax them.

I'm no expert on cannabis and mental health issues, I'm not sure whether there is correlation or causation there. I certainly don't remember any particular "explosion" of mental health issues.

But the issue for me is this: I don't condone drug use, I don't use "drugs" but I don't see that it's right for me to force my morality on other people. It looks to me that a lot of justice system resources are wasted on something which is not, to a libertarian, a crime.

Just as we're not Portugal, we're not Singapore either, but their approach to illegal drugs suggests there is more to be gained if the focus was on demand rather than supply but that would mean prosecuting and jailing vast swathes of the entertainment and media industries.


But as a libertarian, I cannot support that. Drug users harm themselves. Most of the knock-on effects on families stem from the criminality of taking drugs. And while the occasional drug-addled loon may kill his family or whatever, you can equally point to booze-addled loons killing their families or whatever. Or even totally tee-total loons.

The externalities of drug taking could be paid for by taxing recreational users.

Finally, before anyone says that their drug use "doesn't harm anyone" - you're wrong. People, including children, die every day to bring you your illegal drug of choice. Would that improve if you legalised it? Maybe, but seeing how people, including kids, die every day to bring us legal cheap goods from the third world I doubt it.


Drug use definitely harms the user. Well, that's my opinion, anyway.

I don't know if people would have to die to bring other people the LEGAL drug of their choice, though. I'm fairly certain that making drugs legal would reduce the likelihood of someone dying for being involved in the trade.

And no-one is holding a gun to the head of those people involved in bringing us cheap goods from the third world. Those people are doing those awful jobs and facing those terrible risks for a pittance because it's much, much better than the alternatives they have.

GOATSE

Yes! We have a Goverment Of All the Twats: Special Edition!*

Fucking Alan "Tottenham Hotspur" Sugar is going to be ennobled and made into an "Enterprise Tsar", whatever the cunting fucketywank that may be. I suspect he's going to be just as fucking useless as Paul "Fred's Pension" Myners was.

A selection of dimbulbs, fuckwits, prodnoses, makeweights, morons, twats and cunts have either resigned or failed to resign and an even less impressive selection of halfwits, lightweights, windowlickers, vegetables and nonentities have been called in to fill in the gaps.

I'm telling you, hand on heart, even The Local Circus wouldn't put a bunch of clapped-out clowns like this on the stage.

I fully expect visiting dignitaries and the Royals to start prodding and kicking MP's in the street now and stealing their lunch money, because they fucking deserve it.

What a fucking disgrace!

*No, it's definitely not suitable for work. And if you don't know the history of goatse, it's here.

Just go and read it ...

... now.

It's not satire ...

... if it's true, surely?

leadership contender Alan Johnson has been sent to the political graveyard also known as the Home Office, a move that Downing Street insists is not designed to fuck up his career and reputation


Update: See?

Comment of the whatever

This gem, from Guido's:

Night of the long knives turns into morning of the plastic spoons.

Nice people take drugs

I see there's a new campaign going about to decriminalise and destigmatize drugs.

One in three adults in the UK have taken them, as have the last three US presidents, so it's time to remove the stigma around drugs, and talk openly towards more effective, safer policy.


OK, I'm in the minority that has never experimented with recreational chemicals and my Puritan upbringing (really!) means that I don't really want, nor would I be thrilled to find out my daughter was a crackhead.

But the reality of it is that people will do drugs, no matter how many earnest Daily Mail campaigns there are to crack down on drugs. By decriminalising drugs and taxing them for their external costs to the rest of the world, we can make it safer and cheaper for everyone.

Imagine: instead of spending millions on pointless drug busts, we instead take millions, probably billions in tax which could fund rehabilitation programs for people who want to get off drugs or free drugs for people who are addicted but can't afford them (so they wouldn't be mugging or stealing to fund their habit) and possibly fund some kind of "free" insurance for people who are victims of drug-related whatever. Drugs could also be made to consistent standards, which would alleviate the problems of people killing themselves from ingesting whatever they cut the drugs with.

I'm sure I'm being idealistic here, and I am equally sure that in reality, not all the problems would go away, but I am certain that, as in Portugal's case, things would get better and not worse:

[R]ight-wing groups predicted disaster when the laws were liberalised, and this simply did not happen. Drug use in many categories decreased, and while it increased in some areas (notably cannabis), these increases were far too small to offset the overall trend, which has been downwards. Heroin was a major problem, along with the transmission of HIV through dirty needles, but the rates of both heroin use and HIV infection in drug users have decreased.

Today's going to be a hell of a day, isn't it?

It's getting more and more like my home life ... a circus.

A sea of blue and yellow coming in the council elections: with only three councils declared, Labour have already lost 23 councillors. Purnell (Who he? -Ed.) resigns. Flint shows a complete lack of balls. Darling remains unmoved. A postie running the Home Office. Balls and Cooper are in the bunker with Brownshirt. Everyone in the country thinks Gordon is finished ... except Gordon.

I think I need some popcorn.

And that's no joke!

I think the best idea is to wait until Gordon Brown leaves Downing Street for some reason, and then nip in and change the locks while he’s out. It’s really our only option.


Class!

Beyond surreal

I nodded off in front of the telly and woke up in some shock to hear them discussing how Alan Sugar was going to wind up advising the government on business.

Jesus, what's next? Davina McCall as a special media advisor?

Thursday, 4 June 2009

That really didn't take long at all!



Tip of the clown wig to Ms Laudanum.

Hahahahaha!!!

Brilliant find!

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 20

Have you voted yet?

If not, why not? Get your arse out there and vote for somebody, anybody but the big three.

Something apolitical ...

... but still voting-related:

He added: "Either way, we haven't seen this level of intricacy in a celebrity vagina crop circle since Davia McCall's labia appeared in a field of beans near Leighton Buzzard."

Heh!



Bet the pasty-faced freak enjoyed it, too!

From the Indy.

Brown gets Gored again

She's not half sharp, especially for a LibDem. But the key point about getting rid of the pasty-faced freak is this:

So how do you remove a Labour Prime Minister? He can be replaced at their Conference, assuming enough MPs can get the correct forms in to the NEC in the correct time-scales. But there’s the tricky issue of getting the NEC to issue these forms in the first place - there’s a precedent that they do not issue these papers while the Leader is serving as Prime Minister. The machinery of the Labour Party is set up to make it impossible for MPs to remove the Prime Minister with a democratic process.


Yes, folks, I think we might be in the delightful position of watching Captain Brown sail the Labourtanic into the general election and still hang on until the next conference.

It is simply too fucking delicious for words.

100 years ago

Wow, what a find on the Private Eye blog of 4 May 1984:

Dr Gordon Brown

The new Labour member for Dunfermline East, Dr Gordon Brown, is typical of the brand of mediocre, middle-class careerists who make up an increasing proportion of the undistinguished lobby-fodder and whom Labour habitually returns from Scotland, though he has greater academic pretensions than most.

Brown shot to provincial fame on being elected as Edinburgh University’s first student Rector in the late 1960s and ever since his ambition has outstripped his ability. Although, in a tribute, his old history tutor Dr Paul Addison has stated that Brown was “always more than a swot”, it appears that he lacked certain essential social graces. He never fully recovered from his rejection as suitor by the lovely Princess Marguerita of Romania (who works as a computer programmer in the University’s Computer Department) and ever since has devoted himself obsessively to his political career.

Before becoming Labour’s Scottish Chairman (a meaningless appointment made on the “Buggins’ Turn” principle) Brown worked on a series of current affairs documentaries for Scottish TV which were so excruciatingly dull that he was mercifully taken off the air (he has two brothers in the Scots media).

Once again he has been exceeding his limitations in his new role as a Scots lackey in the outer limits of Kinnock’s kitchen cabinet. A recent Sunday Times article which he had ghosted for the new labour leader had to be withdrawn as “hopeless” by Kinnock’s press officer, Patricia “Harpie” Hewitt.

In June, Brown will enjoy a three-week CIA freebie trip to the USA (he will get $60 a day pocket money while out there.) Kinnock felt obliged to approve this unfashionable hostage to fortune because he himself had been on a similar trip some years ago.

Go on, my son


From the Anglo-Saxon Chronicler.

MY open letter to Lord Kalms

Dear Stanley,

I fear I must agree with you.

The Tories have been snouting at the trough, just like Labour. Their policies are no different to those of Labour, which is how the Prime Mentalist can nick them, which is also why the buttered new potato won't announce any policies. The buttered new potato is a "social conservative", which means pretty much the same thing as a "progressive", unless you belong to one tribe or another, in which case you will rant for hours about how different they are, but no-one outside the tribes can understand the difference.

Because the Conservatives do not differ from the Labour Party in the issue of "the state is the solution, what is the question", because the Conservatives show no sign of repealing New Labour's draconian state, because the Conservatives have no enthusiasm for the rights or responsibilities of the individual, because the Conservatives wish to remain in the EU under the pretence that they can somehow make it better, I too will be casting my somewhat less valuable and glamorous vote elsewhere tomorrow.

I hope that the buttered new potato catches the hint, but I don't think he's going to.

Yours ever,

Obo

Are you going to vote today?

If you are planning not to, please do.

Please help administer the righteous kick in the balls that the big three trough-snuffling parties all so richly deserve. And especially, anybody who can vote against that cunt Corbett in Yorkshire, make me happy.

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

Excellent!

Heh!

Proper underpants on head, pencils up nostrils, socialist*, willy between a couple of Jacob's biscuits*, pro-Europe, bark at the moon mental.

Sheer Genius

Via Mr E, this.

Motivation -- an occasional series: Part 19

Prime Mentalist's Questions

Well, I'm more convinced than ever that the manic mincing monocular madman is never going to step down. He seemed more confident, self-assured and delusional than ever.

Nurse! The screens!

Blears and Smith

The troughing continues, let's not forget. The ginger chipmunk and the fat bathplugger may have resigned from the cabinet, but they're still MP's. They's still claiming all their allowances, building up their outrageous pensions, supping on subsidised food and fucking around with your life. They are still utterly useless lobby fodder.

Fuck 'em all.

I still want heads on a pike.

Badger Brows next, please!

How's this?

The Chancellor suffered fresh embarrassment over his expense claims on Tuesday when he admitted getting his sums wrong over how much money he had over-claimed from the taxpayer.


It gets better:

A spokesman for the Chancellor said: "He was told the wrong information before he went on the television."


Is this really the guy to be leading us through troubled economic times?

Really?

Another victory for corrosive right-wing bloggers

Yep. You guessed it:

Sources close to communities secretary Mrs Blears, MP for Salford, said she would be resigning from the Cabinet this morning.


Good bye you arrogant little cuntweasel, don't let the door hit your arse on the way out!

Meltdown, authority diminished, blah, blah, blah

Jeez, the papers, the telly, everyone is wittering on about how the manic mincing madman needs to show his authority, how Labour is in meltdown, what the elections will do, yadda, yadda, yadda.

It's fucking hard to dislodge a Labour leader from the post. Gordoom wants the job. If he had a shred of decency or integrity, he would have gone years ago. I have some bad news for Labour:

I don't think he's going to go.


Even if Labour gets annihilated at the Euro and council elections, even if Labour gets wiped out at the general election, I think the pasty-faced freak is going to spinning, plotting, dissembling, smearing and worst of all, smiling, as he carries on with being "the right man to lead the Labour Party through these difficult times".

I think they really are going to have to get the men with white coats in to drag him out and declare him unfit for office.

Update: I see CF feels the same way.