Monday, June 30, 2008

It doesn't surprise me but...

...why the fuck isn't the UK MSM saying anything about this? Why does it take foreign commentators to show any balls and integrity? Why is it the German media which is invariably portrayed, along with the German people, as being in harmonious lockstep with the whole of the Grand Projet? Good for them, shame on the sodding so-called BBC.

Sorry about my dormancy, it's a touch of cretin's block, which I hope to overcome within the next 48 hours, scotch permitting.

Until then, here's a nice young lady who shares one of my vices (at least)...

A nice young lady, earlier today.

HT EU Referendum.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

What it all really boils down to is...

A democratic vacuum, earlier today.

‘agreements must be kept’. It is a basic principle of civil law and international law.

Thanks to that rule we were able to create a society a civilization that was formed by this simple principle. To make sure of that lets try to imagine any group of people, a community, or a society where nobody respects any agreement. As you can imagine it would be impossible to create any relationship between people as what we need to build it is a minimum of trust. The question is then, where to find trust if nobody respects any agreement, when nobody honours what he promised?

Ken at Eurealist.

I can't fault one word of it. If you can't keep faith on one thing, why the hell should anyone believe a word you say on anything else? If you have laws, you stick to 'em, if you plunge yourself into contortions, shenanigans and chicanery to evade your own rules there's no point in whining about 'democratic deficit' you stupid, stupid EU bastards.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Can you tell what it is yet?

The super-perceptive among you may have gleaned that I'm not a big fan of the smoker ban. Most sensible, balanced people were probably quite bewildered by the speed at which the hysteria surrounding passive smoking blew up, and equally surprised at the way 'limited restrictions' metamorphosed into the destructive, divisive and vindictive farrago that is the law in it's current form.

Informed observers may have noticed that pharmaceutical companies had long ago cottoned on to the fact that there was gold in them thar smokers, in the form of a ready market for bullshit nicotine replacement nostra. They realised that if the heat could be turned up on people who like a smoke, then they stood to rake in colossal amounts of brass on the back of it, so they poured huge amounts of money into stinking lie factories like this one. This enabled the organised demonisation of people who like to smoke, and in turn the enactment of the most draconian smoker ban in europe. To date, this has put over 1800 pubs out of business in less than a year, with all the misery that entails (I still can't quite work out why the government thinks that bankruptcy and unemployment is beneficial to people's health).

When the ban was enacted, Pfizer, by an amazing coincidence just happened to have a super new drug ready to 'help' us poor bastards to kick the habit. Isn't that wonderful? Well, apparently not, you see this magic bullet seems to have the unfortunate side effect of killing people.

Just as a brief reminder, passive smoking harms no one. It never has and it never will, if it were one tenth as harmful as the tobacco control bullshit mafia claim, there would be no old people alive, anywhere; and my generation would be totally incapacitated by pulmonary disorders.

In summary, deaths by passive smoking, nil. Death by anti-smoking measures, rising steadily.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Obviously the message isn't getting through

Seems clear enough...

I touched on the topic here and I thought it bore underlining...

A hint, earlier today

I'm waiting for the sound of Euro-heads being extracted from Euro-arseholes, but I'm not holding my breath.

H/T The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, delicious graphic.

'Cos we say so

I think it sums things up quite well...

Since I began my tour of duty on the borders of Blogistan, I've gradually become more and more aware of Al Beeb's wholesale flight from objectivity, but the National News on BBC1 last night provided a lovely example.

Merrily extolling the Politburo's sexy plans to spunk away a few mil on making Bristol into a 'cycle city' they blithely asserted that London had seen a massive rise in cycle use 'because of the congestion charge'.

WTF? Where the fuckity fuck does that come from? Evidence? Anybody?

Oh, hang on. I forgot. It's greenshite. Silly me. Whatever prompted me to expect journalism, leave alone critical analysis. Never mind, it's only us silly cunts with a job who're coughing up for this. Who cares eh?

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Now Go Do Thou Likewise

The treaty canna take it Captain

A little while ago, I had something to say about the eventual aims of the EU 'project' here. The mighty Prodicus on stonking form takes my contention to it's logical conclusion. No tasters, go there and read it. It's excellant stuff, succinct and scathing.

Likewise, he raises a call to arms to get Spongebrain to abandon Lisbon. Go here and do it now. Then get everyone you know to do the same. Drown the bastard in democracy!

Too Late, Too Late the Cry...

A crap logo, earlier today.

How wonderfully generous and compassionate. It seems the Inner Party has decreed we can spend our own cash on extending our lives if we're sick, without sacrificing that which we've already paid for. Shame it's already claimed some lives. Still, what price a few unfortunate comrades as long as the ideological purity of The Party remains uncompromised eh?

UPDATE: Grim Reaper to sue Nulabour.

A Grim Reaper, earlier today

In a surprise move, the Grim Reaper has moved to sue the Government for lost earnings and reduced harvests. In a statement, Mr. Reaper said:

"When those bubble headed jack-offs assumed control of the NHS I thought I was quids-in. Blair and Brown swore I'd be up to my bleached pelvis in stiffs. MRSA and C-Diff are all very well, but lingering deaths for no good reason are where the real fun is. Now look at me! One little scare and they've caved in to save their own sorry arseholes!"

Mr Reaper held a late meeting with the National Association of Apocalyptic Entities, a statement is expected shortly.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Any more for any more?

Courtesy of Ian_QT, under the auspices of His Satanic Majesty.

Features a material which should be used to strap up the genitals of Romanian social-democrat MEPs. Can you guess what it is?

Referenda and Democracy

The EU has now accumulated significant (bad) experiences with referenda.
It was very delicately yet effectively communicated by the Romanian social-democrat MEPs:

“The referendum in Ireland has demonstrated that direct democracy (by way of referendum) cannot ensure the progress of the European process.
The security, liberty and prosperity of hundreds of millions of European citizens ask for complex leadership actions, which cannot be appreciated by heterogeneous populations, from the point of view of the information level and the education one.
European integration is a process that must be conducted politically by the elected representatives of the European citizens".

Fuck real democracy. You know the sort I mean, the sort where you ask the fucking people what they actually want. Hell no, can't be doing with that, god only knows what the stupid bastards might say. No, for example.

The Romanians. The fucking Romanians. Once more for the cheap seats, THE FUCKING ROMANIANS?!

Maybe I missed a meeting somewhere down the road, but I thought the Romanians had some experience of living under totalitarian, elitist, kleptocratic, anti-democratic cunts. Did they like it so much they think we should all have a taste? Doesn't anyone on this fucking continent ever learn anything? Ever?

A totalitarian, elitist, kleptocratic, anti-democratic cunt earlier today.

Hell, why don't they just go the whole hog and ask for the re-establishment of the fucking Securitate while they're at it.

To quote Team America, 'Jesus Tittyfucking Christ'. I despair sometimes. I really, really do.


Longrider doesn't miss a trick either.

Memo to Hollywood

Hail the creators.

Item One: CGI is nowhere near as well developed as you seem to think it is. Unless you use it very sparingly, your masterpiece will resemble nothing so much as a screen-lift from a mediocre computer game.

Item Two: Don't use it to depict things that are patently physically impossible. If you do this, your masterpiece (and I use the term loosely) will resemble nothing so much as a screen-lift from an arse clenchingly piss poor computer game.

Item Three: Four year olds will take the piss out of you in the street.

Message ends.


When I posted this, I was thinking particularly of this skip-load of arsecustard.

Where am I?

In The Village. Unless of course, you aren't. The village in question is of course the soi disant 'Westminster Village', a designation I find more irksome and generally irritating with every passing day. It's a term which manages to imply warmth, mutuality and community; with overtones of rustic simplicity and forthrightness. In short, a skip-load of old bollocks. Matthew Parris had a few things to say on the topic here, and worthwhile reading it is too, as always.

A parliamentarian, earlier today.

However, I tend to the viewpoint that the so-called village embodies everything to deplore about village life and nothing good. Stupid, myopic, parochial and incestuous. Even more unforgivable is the rampant xenophobia exhibited to any individual not a part of the community - especially given that this includes the entire electorate. Even the one attribute normally synonymous with community - coziness - becomes a disgusting inversion. It is the coziness of ticks infesting a huge urine soaked bed, it's sweat stiffened sheets inflated by a constant stream of rancid farts. There they all thrive, breeding and feeding off their despised hosts.

Nah, for future reference; it's not a village. It's not even an enclave. It's a whorehouse. A place where prostitutes gather in order to fuck us all for money.

A whorehouse, last night.

Where it's always business as usual.

Monday, June 09, 2008

Announcing a year of celebrations

A small element of the planned celebrations, pictured earlier today.

I hit the half-century today. Happy Birthday to me, despite being smashed to bits in an industrial accident, various falls, car crashes and near-electrocutions, I made it.

I'd like to thank my loyal reader (I think there's one out there somewhere), and remind him that the Mac the Knife Appreciation Society will be meeting in a BT phone kiosk, date and location TBA.

However, contemplating tonight, when I intend to get completely spasticated® on The Famous Grouse, and enjoy a Monte Cristo No. 3 on my garden patio; I suddenly thought that this is my Golden Jubilee year. Why stop at one day?

A patriotic symbol, earlier today

Accordingly, I am declaring this year (09/06/2008 - 08/06/2009) The Mac the Knife Demi-Centennial, wherein I shall endeavour consistency in louche drunkenness, debauchery and amorality of an even lower standard than I customarily practice.

Cheers, good health and better days to all good Libertarian hearts everywhere*.

*Statists, authoritarians and killjoy dog-shaggers can fuck off and die.

Raucheren Unerw├╝nscht!

Hey kids! We can de-normalise everyone right here!

Thanks to the enviably lucid Claire Fox, a concise dissection of nu-labour's charming euphemism 'de-normalisation'.

Persecution always kicks off at 'look at them, they're different', before progressing through all the other differentiators (bad/harmful/smelly/orange) until it arrives at the inevitable consequence of someone getting their head kicked in.

Read Claire's thoughtful insights, which express my feelings better than I ever could. I'll confine myself to the observation that compared to the stalinist morons that run this country I'm both happy and proud to be un-normal (I assume that to be the condition of one who has been de-normalised), and reiterate that I will not submit to this egregious, fraudulent and ongoing assault on my freedom.

Anything else smacks of mindless conformity and spineless capitulation, two things I hold in equal loathing and contempt.

H/T Prodicus.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Who was that Masked Pain?

This bloody silly thing...

Your Independence Level: High

You are extremely self reliant and autonomous.

You are definitely into doing your own thing.

But you also wouldn't turn down help if you needed it.

You follow your own path, but you don't do so blindly.

Curse you, Longrider!