The rat race is for rats
"Reject
the insidious pressures in society that would blunt your critical
faculties to all that is happening around you, that would caution
silence in the face of injustice lest you jeopardise your chances of
promotion and self-advancement. This is how it starts, and, before
you know where you are, you're a fully paid-up member of the rat
pack. The price is too high."
That
was a labour politician. Old labour? Real labour? Proper labour?
Pre-project labour?
On
the funny side, Sandi Toksvig asked of the 'one nation' speech: “but
which is the one nation”. Can it be Barbados? Bali? Bahamas?
Bermuda? Brazil? All better than Britain. That's just (some of) the
Bs.
On
the less funny side, if what we have is really “incompetent,
out-of-touch, U-turning, make-it-up-as-you-go-along, miserable
shower”, then where's the integrity, the belief, the principles,
and the vision to push for a vote of no confidence and set up with
Lib Dems (a much more natural partnership that Tory / Lib Dem, at
least until the Tory / Lib Dem thing soured relationships).
What
cobblers. Miliband is asking be to work my fingers to the bone for
more years of austerity to get this nation 'back on it's feet' –
for what? My headstone can say “helped line the pockets of
politicians' mates, all parties catered for...”
We
love our animals, though....
...apparently
not. One summarily executed by a local farmer today. For growling at
him. A gentle Rotweiler bitch. A small cross is in police custody.
Their owners are in pieces, disbelief. What century are we living in?
The police, by their actions, are complicit, clearly coming down on
the farmer's side.
Look!
There's the great British animal-lover: the Daily Mail tucked under
her arm, she's going to tut for days at Chinese cruelty to dogs.
What's that in her other hand? A shopping bag with a battery chicken,
some bacon from pigs housed in the most awful conditions imaginable.
Oh, and some eggs. From hens kept in slightly more humane conditions
than before to just (and only just) tick some boxes.
Brighton
buses...
...have
the slogan 'No such thing as the last bus' on the back.
I
was behind one today.
Just
under the slogan it said: “Sorry, not in service.”
Still,
there's the weather
Last
year we played our last game of cricket in the second week of
October, and were all sweltering.
That
looks unlikely this year as a wet autumn seems to be following hard
on the heels of a damp summer. We were dead lucky with Wednesday
being the only decent day this week.
NEDS
Might
finish watching NEDS tonight. Non-Educated Delinquents. Scoash chavs.
Goave
Labelled
on the news quiz as the man that makes political satire redundant.
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