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Who’s in charge?

Sunday, June 26th, 2016

Nature abhors a vacuum.
There appears to be one in our country just now when it comes to leadership. A lame duck Prime Minister, invisible ministers busy plotting in back rooms and an opposition in the final death throes after a twenty year meltdown. Enter fascist windbags. Loudly proclaiming “how it’s going to be”. Yes, we’ll be repatriating them. “We’ll have to switch to private health insurance”. “Our new PM will be from the ‘Leave’ camp”.

Our media, when it is not mind-warping the ‘hardworking families’ of Daily Scum Land into ever more fervent racist adventurism – is blithely redefining politicians into ‘Remain’ and ‘Leave’ parties. Giving large amounts of air time to said fascist windbags legitimises them in the minds of the ‘hardworking families’; they become the de facto leaders and opinion formers.

The vacuum of values, beliefs and leadership will be filled somehow.
If we don’t want it to suck, we need to start finding leaders who can actually think and, er, lead.

Abandoned

Friday, June 24th, 2016

Abandoned

43

Friday, June 3rd, 2016

I’m heartily sick of listening to the endless bleating of Daily Mail-reading crypto-racist middle-aged / old gits. They’ve suddenly been reanimated from their ITV-induced comas, taken a break from twitching their nets and sucking their Werthers Orginals. They’re everywhere. Dripping their ever so rational, ever so ‘patriotic’, ever so normal, common-sense, hardworking, home-grown recipe for national happiness into our collective lugholes. “We’re full up” [ © Mr Blobby's sperm donor ]. “We’ve got to get control of of our borders.” [ © BoJo - a man who can't even get control of his waistline ]. “It’s gone too far” et bloody cetera, blah bloody blah. Non bloody stop.

    Here’s my handy checklist.

1. You grew up in the 1950s when the only black people you saw were on the back of marmalade jars or in questionable films.
2. You think Britain’s finest hour was winning The War.
3. You’ve managed to retire on a full occupational pension.
4. You think Nigel Farage talks sense.
5. You admire Boris Johnson.
6. You think we need to stop immigration into the UK.
7. You will be dead in 43 years.

If you scored ‘yes’ on most of the above:
You have lived through a period of unprecedented prosperity – much of it during Britain’s 43 years of EU membership and during constant immigration. This prosperity was not an accident.
Those who fought in Word War 2 did so ostensibly in the interests of freedom and against fascism. They did not fight it so that you could repeat the demonisation of racial groups 70 years later or feather your own nest at the expense of the rest of humanity.
Enjoy your pension – sure you’ve ‘earned it’; as have the rest of us who are younger than you – we won’t get what you’ve got though. Thanks for that. Count your blessings.
Farage and Johnson are political opportunists – they care only about Farage and Johnson. They are deluded, they will come unglued like all politicians do. They will likely be dead in 43 years.

Think, for once, of those who will come after you. Those who will be here in 43 years time. They deserve to live in a stable, united world where nations co-exist in peace. Where people, no matter what their background, can prosper. This will not come about through further division, building walls, shutting people out and demonising racial groups; this is what happened in the country that lost ‘The War’ – remember?

In 43 years you may not be here; will your legacy be division and fear?

New Labour

Saturday, September 12th, 2015
  1. Retrieve red flag from loft and dust off cobwebs.
  2. Hide Tony Blair memorabilia in loft.
  3. Grow scrubby beard.
  4. Discard ties.
  5. Cultivate tetchy, baby boomer, annoyed-at-everything attitude.
  6. Throw D’Ream CDs into eco-friendly landfill enviro-park facility.
  7. Block Peter Mandelson emails.
  8. Buy Keir Hardie deerstalker.
  9. Join militant union.
  10. Enjoy it while it lasts comrades.

Farewell hell

Monday, February 20th, 2012

Dear Client from Hell,

So you finally realised after two months that I was not going to return your calls.  This was mainly due to your previously having asked me to do that ultra-urgent job overnight and then telling me the next morning that you would not pay for it because you had found someone to do it free. Now you have written to say that I am sacked from your prestigious project / empire / total f**k up of an operation.

We go back a few years.  I kept the bounced cheque you sent me in payment for the first ultra-urgent project. It is next to the photo of you with the dart in it that I pinned up after you told me that I wasn’t really much good at my job but that I was not to be offended.  Now I will add these to your final email and will place all of them in a rusty metal bucket into which I will urinate at a time of my choosing before setting fire to everything and scattering the ashes like a man released from hell.

I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure.
But I can’t.

Yours
drD

PS:  Good luck to your new Victim Contractor, I googled him – interesting history of criminal activity.  I’m sure you’ll get on very well together.
Ciao !

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

Presume

Sunday, August 1st, 2010

Keep Calm and Carry On?

Flowers

Saturday, July 31st, 2010

Keep Calm and Carry On?

Overfamiliar

Friday, July 30th, 2010

Keep Calm and Carry On?

Suspicious

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

Keep Calm and Carry On?