Friday, 24 September 2010

Fuck off you cunts

It's funny, I never thought I'd ever write this post. But here we are.

I have all the usual excuses: work is busier than I can ever remember.

My inspiration to blog issues from a libertarian angle has waned. There's only so many times you can reduce things to first principles and argue the case and get the same stupid, meaningless counterarguments.

The Cuntalition is not as astoundingly infuriating as the Labour Party were. They're just as fucking inept, thieving, misguided and bossy, but they're much nicer about it. So that's fine.

I'm tired of trying to explain the concept of anarchism as something natural and workable to people who are happy to mindlessly defend extortion with menaces.

I'm bored with the vacuity of British politics and the stupidity and apathy of the electorate.

To my fellow bloggers, you have inspired me, amused me, provoked me, annoyed me and provided me with ammunition and targets. Thank you.

I'm struggling to keep up with the huge swathes of blogging that pour in, though. It's great writing, but it has become a chore to keep up with people, rather than a pleasure. I can't read hundreds of blog posts every day AND write.

But mostly, I've found something else to direct my creativity into, something that strangely rewards me even more that the challenge of trying to create a compelling argument. It may not pan out and I may come skulking back here. I hope it does work out, though.

I can't even pretend that I will never, ever blog here again. My life may change again. I have no intention of deleting the blog, and I would be flattered to think that someone, somewhere may still find some of my writing interesting or inspiring.

It's been an interesting journey for me, from social democracy to minarchism to anarchism and I'm pleased I made the effort. I'm pleased to have had ideas challenged and I've been hugely amused by the trolls, commentards and window-lickers here.

I always did write for myself, but I can't deny that it's been gratifying to see upwards of 10,000 absolute uniques month after month, and it's still climbing. I hope that you've enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Probably best that I bugger off leaving you cunts wanting more, too!

I must address the inevitable triumphalism of John Demetriou, who will feel that he finally won the great contest, proving that a) he is a better blogger and b) his libertarianism is better than mine.

So all I can say John is: well done. I hope you enjoy your victory.

All that remains is to say goodbye to you all.

Nah.

Fuck off you cunts!

Thursday, 23 September 2010

Making a case for Tax Evasion

There are three kinds of tax behaviour: compliance, which means you do things strictly in terms of the tax code; avoidance, which means you do things in accordance with the tax code as far as not not explicitly breaking the law, but taking advantage of "gray areas"; and finally, evasion, which is flat-out breaking the tax law.

And actually, given the amount of contempt I hold the business of the state in, I actually do not care if people "don't pay their fair share". They are simply not consenting to the extortion of their money with menaces.

Tax evasion, tax avoidance -- these are not immoral or criminal acts. They are, in fact, hugely moral rebellion against an arrogant, violent and unaccountable state. I would actively encourage you to fight every tax bill that comes your way, cheat every penny you can.

The state is not your benefactor or a protector or a distributor of largesse to the needy. It is a bloated, thuggish parasite that should be starved in every possible way.

Deny the arrogant, thieving scum their "entitlement" to the fruits of your labour.

Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Dear Mr Huhne

Do us all a favour and stick to fucking your current whore of choice and stop fucking us.

You imbecilic utter cuntstain.

Nope!

It's still all fucked.

Feel free to abuse me.

Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Bleg

I need to ask a favour of other bloggers: could you fucking motherfuckers stop fucking writing so much fucking shit so that I can catch up on my fucking reading you motherfucking CUNTS!!!

Thank you.

Overworked again

Up to my eyeballs in document review for something else I know fuck-all about.

I may complain later.

Monday, 20 September 2010

Climate Roundup

There are two very important bits of climate news around.

First, for my reader in Oz, please read this and share it about. If you can do something about it, please do. It's absolutely disgusting what is going on here.

Second, an excellent deconstruction of Moonbat's unending hypocrisy.

Less urgent (but still important) is the fact that "global warming" has been replaced with "global climate disruption." This is another shameless attempt to disguise the fact that the temperature record is so addled as to be almost useless and that raw temperature data universally shows a temperature decline.

Yet governments and corporates and greedy sacks of shit like Al Gore and Tim Yeo are coining it from us, so the show must go on.

Cunts.

Yes, I do believe you're right!

Timmy, over at the ASI has news of a tax rise "we can all support".

Now, Timmy is a neo-liberal, which is pretty much to say "he never met a tax cut he didn't like." So I was curious and rather skeptical about any such likeable tax rise. But bugger my toe if he isn't right:

For each £10,000 of wages public sector workers are getting an extra £2,000 untaxed compensation. Tax (income and the two NIs) would be about 40% of that extra £2,000, £800, or 8% of the original £10,000 in cash wages.

Thus all public sector workers should have to pay an extra 8% of their wages in tax.

Total public sector wages are in the range of £160 billion a year (that might be a little out of date) and this will raise some £13 billion a year.

As I said, a tax that we can all support. The TUC, unions and Labour Party will, of course, quite naturally support taxing those who currently are not paying their full whack on the compensation they get through working and the rest of us, well, we can just all gurgle in pleasure as we see that petard being hoisted high. Oh, and of course, as we see the tax burden on us reduced as the public sector workers pay what they should have been paying all along. But we'll be nice, eh? No asking for the back taxes from the last 20 years.

I thought this kind of shit went out with the Victorians?

Those staff members are also required to live nearby: "We have a Bournvillesque model [after the chocolate maker]. We don't employ anyone who commutes. Except me, because I didn't want to live in London."


What a cunt.

Saturday, 18 September 2010

Bad day at the office?

Could be worse!



Tip of the clown wig to @MsGoodhew.

This!

From here:

I understand the argument that taxes are wrong but I don’t think that libertarians offer a viable alternative. First off, your claim that the government is completely unaccountable is wrong. We have elections where we can decide we want a change. If you think that the main parties are too close to one another then it’s up to you to form a new party or change the discourse in the existing ones.


Our alternative system is voluntary cooperation. Before slavery was abolished you wouldn’t expect abolitionists to “offer a viable alternative” because some farmers had become used to the slave labour and it might inconvenience them to lose their workers. No, Slavery is wrong, by any empathetic human yardstick, and so it was ended. After that if the plantation owners want to voluntarily offer those people work for a wage they both arrive at, then that’s between them, but slavery is wrong, and so is theft.

I’ll change “completely unaccountable” to “almost completely unaccountable” then. The truth is elections are every 4 years. And just because one candidate gets a majority of “votes” (from people who usually don’t even know what thy’re voting for) it doesn’t make it okay for the minority to be stolen from to pay for things they don’t approve of. In the private sector I can IMMEDIATELY “vote” not to fund something by simply opting out. So no 4 year wait, instead it’s immediate, and no compromising, I can decide EXACTLY what I want to fund.

I often hear that it’s “up to me” to create a new party if I disagree with the existing ones. This is shifting the blame to the victim. If me and my friends all “Vote” that it’s okay to rob you, then you are the victim, and we can hardly ask you to devote every moment of your spare time frantically trying to rally enough support so you’re no longer in the minority and can “vote” not to be stolen from. It’s a crazy idea. Theft is wrong. Tyranny of the majority is wrong. And I’ll pose the same idea back to you: If you think it’s “up to me” to change the system, why can’t I say it’s “up to you” to voluntarily setup your own NHS or Welfare system on the free market and try to persuade people peacefully and voluntarily through persuasion to fund your charity?

Friday, 17 September 2010

Suing the US government

I hope they win.

Hypocritical much?

I do probably have a bit more time for muckracker extraordinaire Guido Fawkes than some of my fellow libertarian bloggers. However, I did nearly shit my pants laughing at the idea that someone so happy to rake the muck on his foes might take umbrage at someone raking muck over his friends:

the metropolitan media have in recent weeks created a caricature of the Pope more visceral because it is framed as progressive and reasonable. It is little more than atheist bigotry dressed up in rationalist clothes.


Sure. Whereas your own muckracking is morally justified and pure.

Sorry Gweeds ... if you want to dish it out, you also have to suck it up.

Bloody Roman Catholics!

In an article that scales new summits, this is the stand out line:

When I heard the phrase 'third world', I didn't think he was being racist or particularly offensive, I just assumed he must have driven on a British motorway.

Thursday, 16 September 2010

Watford. It's a very dull place.

Slow news day

Celebrity overdose

I was tickled to find out about the huge demand for the Pope's visit over at the Bristolian:

Thousands of tickets remain unsold for events during the visit of the Pope, who arrives in Scotland on Thursday.

The largest organised event is an open-air Mass at Bellahouston Park in Glasgow on the opening day of Pope Benedict XVI's trip to the UK.

The capacity has been reduced to 80,000 after a slow take-up of tickets.


I wonder if the root cause of this isn't anything like what Dave thinks: he believes it's because fundamental Christianity (or indeed any Christianity) is increasingly irrelevant in our modern society.

I'm not so sure. Back when JP2 was Pope, there were many fewer celebrities than their are now. Many, many people would have gone to see the last Pope speak, not because they were fervent Catholics, but because it was a chance to see someone famous. Marginal Catholics would have gone to see the Pope for much the same reason.

But we are so inundated with "famous" people nowadays that the genuinely famous are reduced to mere high points in a wall of noise.

I was stuck in the doctor's surgery the other day and flipped through some or other "sleb" magazine, featuring the earth-shattering news that some former Big Brother "star" went and banged her equally "famous" co-star and ex-husband.

People were clearly willing to pay good money to read this tawdry drivel about two people who were not actually "has-beens", but rather "never-weres". And they pay this money on a weekly basis to find out more of this important and world-changing news.

Given that it's so easy and cheap to get a fix of "sleb", and given that most slebs have happily reduced the presentation of their lives to the same vacuous low standards, is it a surprise that no-one is happy to pay big money and expend any effort to go gawk at someone who really is famous*.

*This does not imply any kind of endorsement of Popes, Catholics, paedophiles or skyfairy fuckwittery.

Wednesday, 15 September 2010

On the fucking road, etc.

Fuck my life.

Humbling

What I'd give to be able to write stuff like this:

Imagine Rooney's head turning crimson as he vigorously bothers a bonk-eyed orange tart with the complimentary pillow mint stuck to her left buttock. Then picture him at the moment of fruition, twisted into a hooting, neckless mess of lust that will indelibly print itself into your mind, corrupting all your fondest memories.

Mother TUCers

I've been building up to a gentle eruption about these motherfuckers.

But I see Nick's done it for me.

Tuesday, 14 September 2010

Blogger losing comments?

It looks like it's fucking started again.

Sort it, google.

Cunts.

Update: Looks like blogger has implemented some sort of spam detection in the comments. It's clearly not very good though.

Not bashing B&D

But this was put up, and followed by more invective in the comments:

Hate probably comes into it, to an extent, but it is a blend of sentiments all mixed up together. Palin elicits feelings of dread and fear in me. Bemusement. Bewilderment. Despair. Annoyance. Bitterness. But nothing I have not carefully thought over or discussed with the wife.


To which I can only say: All the abuse leaves me none the wiser. Palin is to me, no better than any other politician, but crucially, she is no worse, no dumber, no more fatuous. She is, however, much more open and honest.

It seems to me that much of the outrage is that we don't want to confront the honest truth of what useless meatsacks our politicians are, because let's face it, it doesn't exactly reflect well on us for voting them in, does it?

Oh, well DONE, Nanny!

Fuck's sake!

"This has got so much public attention that we will have to be outside with her for the foreseeable future because now everyone knows there is a seven-year-old standing on the side of the road every morning.”


Well fucking done, chaps.

Well fucking done.

Monday, 13 September 2010

On the cunting road again

A day of cuntage and ball-sucking beckons.

Fuck.

Anti-Palinism

I'm consistently amazed by the visceral hatred of people all over the political spectrum for Sarah Palin. The latest diatribe to catch my eye is this hysterical offering from The Keepers of the One True Libertarianism.

I'm not going to get into a bitch fight about that post in particular, but it is symptomatic of the kind of mindless rage that seems to grip people whenever they talk about Palin. The Appalling Strangeness also has regular goes at her.

And I have to say: I really wonder why?

I frequently read that she's stupid. Compared to what? The towering intellect of Gordon Brown? The legendary insight of Nick Clegg?

And she's warlike. Compared to ... the peace loving Tony Blair? Bill Clinton, who actually started more wars than George Bush?

She has crazy ideas about economics. Hah. Please, compared to which fucker exactly?

No, as far as I can see, Palin is no dumber, no more warlike, no more anything than any other fucking politician. She's just more overt, more honest about what she is.

So ... why the hatred?

Why? Why? Why?

I read this, and I laughed. But then I made the fatal mistake of reading the base article:

HMRC rushed out an apologetic statement from the senior civil servant.

"I am deeply sorry that people are facing an unexpected tax bill," Mr Hartnett said.

"Everyone in HMRC is working hard to make this as painless as possible. I apologise if my remarks came across as insensitive. I am working flat out with my colleagues to ensure everyone's tax is correct and the new computer system will help us do this.

"It was this new system that revealed the extent and size of reconciliations required and will help us be more accurate in future but we do not underestimate the distress caused to taxpayers and once again I apologise."


Just one day earlier, it was completely fucking different:

Dave Hartnett, the country's top tax official, has refused to apologise to 1.4 million people facing demands for extra money – adding that the situation was not "extraordinary".

Asked if he would say sorry to those facing unexpected bills, Mr Hartnett told BBC Radio 4's Money Box programme: "I'm not sure I see a need to apologise.

"I've read the papers, listened to the media and heard stories of HMRC blunder and IT failure – neither of those are true.


ONLY 1.4 million people? ONLY?

Why is this MOTHERFUCKING CUNT allowed to get away with a fucking apology? Why is his fucking barefaced arrogance not just kicked the fucking fuck out of his overpaid, clearly fucking unaccountable job? Why am I contributing towards his fucking salary?

Friday, 10 September 2010

Friday Night Fun



Tip of the clown wig to @7shadesofshit.

Cunts

So, you have to wonder about the attitude of someone who gets scheduled in for three conference calls agrees not only by accepting the invitation, but also explicitly confirms by email and phone and then doesn't pitch up for any of the calls.

There is only one way to describe such monumental rudeness.

Sack the fucker!

Back in the heady days of the expenses scandal, I made an abortive attempt at examining the expenses of random MPs. I managed exactly, er, one. (OK, I also had a minor probe of Tom Harris, but I just don't have the staying power that I had when I was a teenager.)

However, I'm thrilled to see that the one fucking thieving trougher I did manage to scrape around has clearly been a very naughty boy:

Private detectives paid more than £5,000 by the justice minister tricked his aides into talking to them by claiming that they were journalists. His election agent and the honorary treasurer of Huntingdon Conservatives were among those questioned.

Quite apart from the questions he will face in Parliament over his behaviour, Mr Djanogly has some serious explaining to do to the constituency workers who were, until now, unaware that they had been the subjects of a covert investigation.


What a really nice bloke, eh? It's far too much to hope that the useless sack of shit will resign from his spot at the trough, but it's a fucking delight to watch the cunt squirm. I can't wait to see what his constituency make of this.

But of course, since it's one of the safest Tory seats, it's too much to hope that they'll kick the fucker out next time. Isn't democracy wonderful?

Thursday, 9 September 2010

It's not getting any better

Sorry Kingbingo, but whatever you're doing is not fucking working. I just got my local rag through the mailbox and the front page is plastered with how fucking disastrous boozing is and how much it's costing the saintly fucking useless shower of shite that is the NHS.

Not a fucking word on the fact that smoking and drinking are nett contributors to tax. Just more of the same old nannying, hectoring, we-know-better-than-you shit that filled our fucking ears while the cunts who wore red ties were in charge.

To all you authoritarian bastards, gearing up to tell us some more about how wicked and dissolute we are, I have three simple words to share with you:

Just. Fuck. Off.

Run off my tits

Blogging is going to be spasmodic at best for the next fortnight.

Cunts.

Coulson vs Campbell

It's funny reading Big Bad Al Campbell giving it large about Coulson. Especially when Thatcherite Marxist and lifetime Labour voter Dave Spart weighs in:

And say what you like about Coulson, but at least he has never sexed up a dossier on Iraq’s supposed possession of weapons of mass destructive in order to lead Britain into an illegal war. Nor has he leaked the name of a vulnerable man who later committed suicide, simply so that he could ‘fuck’ a BBC staffer, to use his own infelicitous turn of phrase.

Sorry, but compared to Alistair Campbell, Andy Coulson is a saint.

(Do go and read the whole article. Dave is a journo, and makes several very good points.)

Like Dave, I hardly condone newspaper editors for doing this kind of thing (or turning a blind eye to it) but even the saintly Guardian's sister paper, the Observer, has been caught doing it. The whole thing is a contrived scandal by people with huge vested interest.

Ladies, form an orderly queue!

Pisces (20 FEB-20 MAR)
It's best to read up on orgy etiquette as you don't want to embarrass yourself by passing some vintage gimp the wrong way round the spunking table.

Get over it

An excellent post about sexism by Absolut Laudanum here.

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

Quick! Again!

It's 08/09/10 11:12:13!

What do you mean, you missed that too?

Cunt.

Backing out of the iTunes 10 clusterfuck

If, like me, you foolishly decided to upgrade to iTunes 10 and now find any aberrant behaviour (in my case, my fucking iPod refused to sync up after the upgrade) then you might find the following guide to reverting a useful one:

  1. Uninstall every bit of Apple software first. In my case, that was iTunes, Bonjour, Apple Application Support, Apple Mobile Device Support, Apple Software Update
  2. In your iTunes directory, there will be a file called iTunes Library.itl -- rename this file to iTunes Library.itl.old
  3. Also in your iTunes directory, there will be a subdirectory called Previous iTunes Libraries -- in this directory are your old iTunes libraries. Copy the most recent file (in my case it was iTunes Library 2010-09-06.itl) back to your iTunes directory
  4. Now rename iTunes Library 2010-09-06.itl (or whatever your file name is) to iTunes Library.itl
  5. Click here and download iTunes 9.2.1
  6. Install iTunes 9.2.1
  7. Crack open a beer and relax to your choons. (Don't forget to check that everything works!)

Quick!

It's 05:06:07 on 08/09/10!

What do you mean, you missed it, cunt?

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

iTunes 10 felches rancid goat cum

I had been planning to write an invective-filled diatribe about the monstrous clusterfuck that is iTunes 10, but I'm just so fucking glad to have 9.2.1 back, working and up to date that I frankly just can't be arsed.

That's a day of my cunting life I'm not getting back, you black-sweater-wearing cock jockeys.

Why rock stars should stick to playing the guitar

Brian May underscores exactly why we shouldn't ever listen to the political (or any other) opinions of rock stars:

When he came to power, how we all smiled and sighed with relief ... "At last, a decent, nice man, an ordinary man, a man who has a boyish innocent charm, even plays the guitar, and is obviously much too down-to-Earth to indulge in the kind of Empire-building and skullduggery that has characterised politicians to us in the recent past". I met him, early on, excited, and shook hands with him ... full of hope that this man would do the decent thing in all circumstances.


He is, of course, talking about the cunto di tutti cunti, and displaying how fucking stupid a rock star can be.

Stick to the choons and the astrology*, mate.

*I figured "while I'm insulting him..."

Monday, 6 September 2010

Timmy in fine form

Timmy seems to be on a roll. Especially here and here.

Oh, and here. And here.

The jammy bastard.

The day from hell beckons ...

Suppose I'd best get on with it.

Ladies, form an orderly queue!

OK?

Blub, blub, blub (for @tomharrismp )

Tom Harris continues to fascinate:

A TORY bigot who sent a Scots MP a death threat on Twitter yesterday blubbered on his doorstep after being confronted by the Daily Record.

Glasgow South MP Tom Harris called in the Metropolitan Police over the four-letter internet taunts from James Monk.

In another rant, Monk, 35, said he "abused" Scots, Muslims and the Welsh.

The Essex man sent Harris tweets saying, "I hope you die soon," and, "Die c***!!! You are a disgrace."

Another post in June said: "You shouldn't have a say in English politics! You make me sick!!!!!! I want to see you soon!!! And I will!!!"

Harris called in cops amid fears he could be targeted like his Labour colleague Stephen Timms, who was stabbed twice at a constituency surgery in London in May.

The ex-transport minister said: "The Met were going to try to track the person down."


Bless. These poor little shy flowers will do anything to stay in the papers now that they're out of power, won't they?

I can't see how even the incompetent Met could take between June and September to track down a twatterer and blogger. And if he hadn't been round in three months, could this not be interpreted by any reasonable person as some internet braggadocio?

I wonder what my repeated calls for all fucking thieving troughing MPs across all political parties to be strung up from lamp posts will get me from the police?

Especially when combined with my blatant disdain for the thuggish and inept police. Inept? In my experience, completely fucking useless. Oh, and arrogant.

If I ever disappear entirely, I guess we'll know, won't we?

In the meantime, Tom ... don't lose your grip on reality completely, now will you?

Twat.

Sunday, 5 September 2010

Blogroll update

How come the excellent (but nameless) libertarian isn't there?

It's always sweet ...

... watching someone who is suddenly out of government discovering what life is like for hoi polloi:

I had no idea up until this morning, when I was.informed that my racism has manifested itself in a particularly ugly act of race-oriented bigotry and vindictiveness: I have not made a financial contribution to Diane Abbott’s leadership campaign.


Really, Tom? Shucks, you know for years, lefty wibblers have been dropping this shit on us all the time, to the extent where calling someone a racist is now as meaningless as calling someone Tom. If we're not racist, then we're sexist, or disablist, or worst of all: "not progressive".

I'm thrilled to see that these little pinpricks of fatuity get under your skin. Welcome to the world you enthusiastically helped to create in your own Blairite way.

I do fully realise that it'll be far too much to expect you to remember all this shit when your lot take over next time, but while you're in misery about something else, I'm even happier.

Saturday, 4 September 2010

Fuck my life

So there I was, having a dream about watching some multi-level marketers in action (no, I don't know either!) I think I must have woken up from the boredom and suddenly thought: "Why am I still asleep?" I checked my watch and it said half-eight. In a panic, I launched myself out of bed, calling to my daughter to wake her up. As I reached her room, my brain finally worked out that there was a pretty good fucking reason as to why the alarm hadn't gone off, seeing as it was a fucking Saturday.

Fuck.

Friday, 3 September 2010

Shut the fuck up ...

... you fucking motherfuckers.

(I can't add anything to that.)

#mehgate (for @jackofkent )

Well known campaigner Jerk Off Cunt has once again got his panties in a wedge. This time it's about possible collusion between the Met Police and the News of the Screws.

I'm baffled as to how someone who is actually in the legal profession can be surprised to hear of potential collusion by the police and the media, especially the fucking Screws, for fuck's sake. I'm sure there's been mutual back scratching going on there since forever.

And I also have no doubt at all that the Screws has had dirt on senior people in all walks of life (including rozzers) since forever as well.

As much as I have called for the police to be disbanded and started up again on Peelian principles (if we must have a state-controlled police force at all, obviously), I find it hard to get excited by new evidence or potential evidence of police corruption. The police have strayed so far from the idea of consensual policing that they are almost entirely unfit for purpose.

Why was Jerk Off Cunt not incensed and calling for heads to roll when the police was blatantly colluding with the government in the (Ian) Blair years? Why was he not hosting smug attack posts from blatantly biased Tory attack dogs then? Could it possibly be because he believes that government is good and it's not a problem that a politicised police force colludes with the government of the day?

Why is he not moaning about the fact that a private company called ACPO has increasing influence in our political process, a private company that is completely opaque and unaccountable?

Really, when faced with accusations that there would be collusion between powerful individuals in the media and other powerful individuals in the police, or collusions between power individuals in the government or powerful individuals in the police, my only surprise is that you're surprised. Large, powerful, largely unaccountable organisations performing shady deals in dark, non-smoking rooms is hardly a bloody surprise, now is it?

And let's face it, you are doing Labour a huge favour in hosting sanctimonious blog posts from political attack dogs who have a huge interest in attacking the people alleged to be involved. The Graun is obviously delighted to have a means to self-righteously attack their competition and they don't really care if it's true. In reality, they were probably just as happy to "share a narrative" with a lefty tosser like Ian Blair, even assuming they weren't actively colluding.

I'm not defending Coulson, when the allegations surfaced last time around, I thought that if Cameron didn't sack him there and then, he would turn into a major liability. But then iDave is clearly blessed with the same amount of nous as his predecessor, which is why I'll be shedding exactly no tears at all if this takes down the coalition.

So yeah, I'd be astonished if the allegations weren't true and if this hadn't been going on since before I was born. What I can't understand is why you're getting all uppity about this now and why you can't see the obvious self-interest of the people you have arrayed on your side in this case.

I have a Peroni here with your name on it if this doesn't wind up with, at best, a couple of low-ranking heads rolling, maybe a whitewash inquiry. And Tom Watson and the piemuncher forgetting your name as soon as the next attack vehicle comes along. Unless they can use you as a platform for that, of course.

A more honest liberal would be calling for major reform of the police because of their increasing influence in the political process, which is far more worrying than the fact that the papers know where some of the bodies are buried.

In essence, all I can say to this hullabaloo is: "Meh."

I thought I was a consumer whore

Thursday, 2 September 2010

You hate me, you really, really hate me!

Finally, a blogging award list that's worth being on!

And suddenly, I saw the truth of the matter

I don't make a point of reading the Daily Mail, but you can't tell where a bit.ly link like http://bit.ly/agEXHy is taking you.

The article was the usual indignant waffle about the soft criminal justice system and the comments were mainly about how community sentences are a joke and what scum these repeat offenders are. But one comment from "Craig" in Glasgow stopped me dead in my tracks:

These sentences create lots of work for lawyers through the legal aid system and that's the real reason we have these silly sentences. Lawyers know their cash cows will continue to re-offend if they're getting such soft sentences. If criminals got sentences that fitted their crimes, then lawyers would get a lot less work. You see stories in the local paper here of people with 40 odd previous convictions and they've only been in jail for a few months, it's utterly ridiculous.


When you apply Guido's test of cui bono to stuff like why our legal system is such a complete fuckup, it becomes obvious. It creates work for lawyers, and curiously enough, it's lawyers who create the legal system.

The complexity of the legal system also creates massive barriers to entry and allows for endless rent-seeking opportunities.

And it's not like I haven't moaned about lawyers before. I can't see how I missed this one.

Why Jack of Kent isn't a liberal

Skewered with class by Simon Magus.

It's true, you know!

Pisces (20 FEB-20 MAR)
This week you take a job driving a New York taxi in the hope it will stave off the loneliness and desolation that has gripped you since returning from Vietnam. But instead of getting your life back on track it leaves you feeling even more lost and desperate as your mind fills with violent fantasies about the 'scum' you transport from one morally bankrupt appointment to another. Did you not think about getting a job in McDonalds? If you're really good they let you dress up as a clown.

Wednesday, 1 September 2010

Unlike some (for @jackofkent )

I am, unlike Iain Dale, not ashamed to be a fucking political blogger today.

Guido is a muckraker, that's what he does. He has poked the lefty community in the eye today by muckraking a Tory, something that they all said he wouldn't do when the Tories were in power.

Frankly, I don't care what a fucking politician does, as long as I'm not fucking paying for it. And what has been burning my arse about this is that the actual employment of whatever his name is does sound a bit suspect, because a poisonous muckraker claims:

The appointment of Hague’s former driver to his private office is controversial because 25-year old Myers has no expertise for the job, no relevant experience and his only qualification for the position is his closeness to the Foreign Secretary.


And that, my dear reader, is what fucks me off. In a manner that is completely indistinguishable from those fucking Labour cunts, this minister has basically given a mate a fucking job. Whether it's a mate as in beer-drinking-buddy or mate as in anal fisting when you're away from the missus, the thing that makes me steam is that I'M FUCKING FUNDING SOME CUNT'S WHIM!

Frankly, I think Hague should fucking resign and go kill himself in a fucking field somewhere. Not for any potential sexual misdemeanour, but for pissing away my money.

And if you can't understand the difference between someone's private life and misuse of public money, then you're as much of a cunt as he is.

Fuck me sideways!

I read this, fully expecting snort with derision the whole way through. But apart from the "green" shit that was pretty inevitable, I am actually quite impressed with the commitment to transparency and openness.

I can't imagine what Mark Wadsworth is going to say about their home-ownerism, though.

He can't even claim he was overtaken by events

Showing what an utter cunt he always was and always will be:

... he concludes his deputy was "a one-off. Occasionally my bane. More often my support. But genuine, unvarnished and, in the ultimate analysis, true. And in my profession, you can't say better than that".


That's after the life-long union man and working-class hero took the ermine, of course.

If that's his idea of "genuine, unvarnished and true", it's no wonder he was such a fucking disaster for this cuntry.

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