Heavenly Choir to the Stage Please, Heavenly Choir...

Can it be? Can it really be?










Following Alcohol 'Concern' having it's financial throat slit (let joy be unconfin'd), Saint Christopher de Snowdon over at VGIF indicates that another brick may be about to be kicked out of the Nu-Puritan wall.

Oh, that the most evil of lie-factories could be choked off, that ASH be reduced to ashes.

If that day dawns I will get falling-down piss-down-my-leg drunk in celebration. To see that smug, self-satisfied smile wiped off Arnott's ugly mug will leave me with at least one happy image to take to my grave.

Oh, and here's one more...


ASH's tax-payer funding stream, earlier today?

Oh really?

The Chair of the HOC Science and Technology Committee, earlier today.



So, the House of Commons Science and Technology Committee (eh?) has recommended that we benighted gin-sodden proles abstain from the Demon Drink for two days a week.

I don't know about anyone else, but currently the biggest threat to my wellbeing is massively elevated blood-pressure engendered by the endless conga line of nannying, authoritarian, neo-puritan strap-ons presuming they have a right to poke their noses into every corner of my private life.

Tell you what, you unconscionable pack of arseholes, try leading from the front for a refreshing change, perhaps by:

1: Auctioning the entire contents of the Palace of Westminster wine cellars and donating the proceeds to SSAFA and/or the RBL.

2: Removing the £6+ million quid subsidy you (literally) piss up the wall annually in subsidising your bars and restaurants so that you too can enjoy the full benefits of minimum pricing per (ho ho) unit of alcohol.

When you ballbags start walking the walk, I might review my policy of ignoring every bloody word you say, but I make no promises.

Oh, and fuck the lot of you. Twice.

So Now it Becomes Clear(er)

That incredible bubble headed misanthrope Huhne has been pontificating (yes, it does give you hairy palms and send you mad) at the CPRE.

It's much as one would expect - climate change will eat our babies and unless we sacrifice the young women of the village to the Earth Goddess blah, blah, blee, blah ad nauseam.

However, one of his remarks exploded off the page, to wit-

"For the first time since the 18th century, we have a chance to return to a true sustainability."


So, three hundred years of human progress is to be consigned to the bin in pursuit of what exactly?

The majority of us reduced to toiling peasantry, while Huhne and his filthy ilk live like The Sun King?

Fuck you Mr. Huhne. My ancestors sacrificed and toiled to drive the gears of civilisation through each agonisingly slow notch forward.

That's why we still live in a century replete with marvels. The 21st. The 18th. can remain in the history books, where it belongs.

Dear BBC...

Smith and Blears, pictured in the BBC Green Room, earlier today




...please, please will you stop taking the fucking piss! I don't mean the usual catalogue of egregiosities, the lying by omission with regard to the EU, 'climate change'; the sickening Obama worship etc. etc. ad nauseam.

No, these are more than adequately documented by the excellant Biased BBC, anything I could add would be merely to gild the lily.

I refer to the attempt to rehabilitate thieving, troughing Noo-Laybah scumbags as valid political commentators, and worse, funnel our license fees into their overstuffed pockets.

The sight of Hazel Blears on The Politics Show, and that buggering bloody Smith woman on the execrable This Week, Thursdays is just bloody insupportable.

Just fuck off, and take them with you.

Dear Barry...

This is just for you. Enjoy the midterms, you puffed-up Anglophobic prick.



Kindest regards,

Mac the Knife.

A Stirring Tale...

...of one idiot against the system!

'Paint' is a blunt instrument












Tomorrow morning I get out this bloody hospital! Home again! Woo-hoo!

Normality (or at least my version of it).

I'm going to have a bacon roll.

And then beer.

Strange Days Indeed

The Samizdati seem to share my feelings of unreality over remarkable events transpiring at Al-Jabeeba - formerly the BBC - the climate alarmist's propagandist of choice.

Sick renegade madman Paul Hudson (environment correspondent and possible P45 candidate) asks the incredibhly loaded super-pregnant question What happened to global warming?

Brian Micklethwaite punts some speculations as to why the Beeb has mysteriously rediscovered balanced reporting, albeit on a pitifully limited scale, and while these are interesting, I suspect Occam's razor may be whispering through the air.

The public won't buy this particular pup, and perhaps there's sufficient sanity (or cynicism) at the Beeb to recognise that their ultimate paymasters are starting to get just a little teeny-weeny bit fucked off with relentless eco-preaching and related bullshit.

I await developments with interest.

One thing's for certain. That egregious eco-harridan Jo Abbess who managed the cyber-castration of Roger Harrabin* a few months ago will have her work cut out (again). Ho ho.

* Regular habitués of Blogistan will know all about the BBC's environment hack/prostitute Roger Harrabin, and his spineless pandering to any ecoid who stamps their sandals hard enough. I can't be arsed to dredge up the links, but a soupçon may be enjoyed here.

ADDENDUM: I found time for a trawl after supper, and the incident to which I refer is detailed here.

Oh, and this is what the scurgy little fuck calls journalism.

PS: Isn't The Bishop a clever teddy?