I'm back!

Having ignored this blog for a decade, perhaps I should revive it, since there's something making me angrier than I thought possible.

Yes, fans, Brexit.

More later.

Amy Winehouse

Singing junkie dies. So what?

Pity the Pope doesn't do likewise.

'A senior Papal adviser has pulled out of the Pope's UK visit after saying arriving at Heathrow airport was like landing in a "Third World" country.

Cardinal Walter Kasper reportedly told a German magazine the UK was marked by "a new and aggressive atheism".'

Better that than an old and aggressive fuck up the arse by a priest, eh?

Fuck you, "Holy" "Father"

Joseph Ratzinger, otherwise known as the Pope is visiting the UK. This makes me angry for lots of reasons, but none of them sufficient to provoke hyperanger until today. Yes, he's an old fart who believes in sky fairies, but there are lots of those. Yes, the organisation of which he is head has many reactionary policies, but that's not unusual. Yes, he believes in the oppression of women, but he's quite a long way down the queue there, behind assorted Ayatollahs. Yes, he refuses to allow people control over their own reproduction. Yes, he's an ex-Nazi. Well, I suppose he didn't realise what came over him. It wasn't even enough that he has conspired to allow child rapists to evade justice, something for which I entirely agree with Christopher Hitchens and Richard Dawkins' campaign to have him arrested the moment he steps onto British soil. No, what's provoked my rage is the campaign by his supporters against criticism of all the above things in the Press while he's here. (See http://www.newstatesman.com/religion/2010/08/pope-british-catholic-world if you don't believe me).

Well, here's some criticism, Ratzo, you old fart; fuck you. Fuck your child raping priests. Fuck your arrogance, fuck your fascist policies, fuck your mindless followers, fuck your stupid grasping organisation. Fuck you and fuck off back to fucking alterboys in the fucking cess-pit you live in, you paedophile fascist, we don't want you in this country. Get the hint?

Where's the beef?

So, I watched the first "Prime Ministerial" debate, more out of curiousity than in the expectation of enlightenment, and it was much as I expected; a beauty contest. I too thought Nick Clegg "won" it. I wonder how many people realise that he is far to the Left of the Labour Party (and no more a "Liberal" in the classical sense than Attila the Hun was?) I do wonder how many people followed me and didn't bother with the second debate? After all, I can only sit and listen to 90 minutes of empty lies so many times.

And the reason I say that their utterings are empty (I assume the reason I say they are lies is obvious; they're politicians, their mouths are moving, ergo they are lying) is that no-one has mentioned the elephant in the room. Elephant? More like a herd of the damn things. The budget deficit. The National Debt. Like it or not, this is all that matters. And it's all that matters because if it is not dealt with, nothing else will. There will be no money. Britain will default on its debt, have to be rescued by the IMF whose gaulieters will enforce the kind of austerity that will make what the Government should be doing look like a summer holiday.

And this is not news, or indeed even new. Read this and ask yourself when it was written;

"The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed lest {the State} become bankrupt. People must again learn to work, instead of living on public assistance."

Give up?

That was written in 55BC by the Roman commentator Cicero. Isn't it about time that politicians took some notice of him? Oh, hang on. They're politicians. They don't take any notice of anyone.

The Big Freeze

God, I'm sick of the weather. Actually, not the weather, but the media coverage of it. Has anything else happened other than it being a bit snowy in the UK? Unremitting footage of closed schools, car accidents and empty salt depots (incidentally, it's rock salt, not grit). Endless shots of swaddled reporters standing in the High Streets of "cut off" villages (how did they get there if the villages are cut off, eh?) We don't need to see this - all we have to do is look out of our windows.

Although I was amused to hear stories of local authorities going on bended knee to one of the more reviled portions of the citizenry to beg for help. Yes, 4x4 owners, you aren't baby killers after all. At least, not for the next few days anyway.

Taxpayer's money for political parties.

The Labour Party are so useless at running their own finances that they've raised the idea of having taxpayer funding for political parties. This particularly loathsome idea creeps out from under a rock every few years although fortunately up until now it's always been promptly booted back under it again.

How about instead of stealing yet more money from the taxpayer, the Labour Party learn to run their finances sufficiently well such as to not need taxpayer's largesse? When you or I are short of a bob or two, we cut back. Turn the heating down. Cancel the Carribean holiday and go to Margate instead. Buy a smaller car. Sell an organ. What we do not do is go out and mug a few more old ladies to make up the difference. Or at least, that's what those of us who aren't lying criminals do. Surprise, surprise, the Labour Party are lying criminals!

I suspect that the only thing stopping them from this particular mugging is the thought that this means giving the BNP money, too. Members should pay for political parties, not taxpayers. And if there isn't enough money, tough titty.