You’ll pay for this.

If it wasn’t so laughable, the lengths to which the EU will go to in an attempt to drown out voices of dissent would be very sinister.

The Telegraph has broken a story about what the EU intends to do about the rise of EUroscepticism in the run up to the Euro elections.

Key to a new strategy will be “public opinion monitoring tools” to “identify at an early stage whether debates of political nature among followers in social media and blogs have the potential to attract media and citizens’ interest”.

Spending on “qualitative media analysis” is to be increased by £1.7 million and while most of the money is to be found in existing budgets an additional £787,000 will be need to be raised next year despite calls for EU spending to reflect national austerity.

“Particular attention needs to be paid to the countries that have experienced a surge in Euroscepticism,” said a confidential document agreed last year.

“Parliament’s institutional communicators must have the ability to monitor public conversation and sentiment on the ground and in real time, to understand ‘trending topics’ and have the capacity to react quickly, in a targeted and relevant manner, to join in and influence the conversation, for example, by providing facts and figures to deconstructing myths.”

It is navel gazing on an industrial scale, and speaks volumes about the attitude that pervades the corridors of the EU’s buildings. The whole line about ‘deconstructing myths’. Let us not forget, this is an organisation that hasn’t had its accounts signed off since the last sacking of Lindisfarne, and they seem to think people will just accept any figure that is thrown at them as undeniable evidence.

Look, you morons, the reason there is a surge in scepticism against your hateful little project is because people neither believe nor trust you, do you really, honestly think that trawling twitter, facebook and the blogosphere and posting fatuous little stat-attacks is going to make us love you? Especially when we are paying for it.

I DO NOT BELIEVE ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY.

I am not alone in this.

I DO NOT TRUST YOU OR YOUR MOTIVES.

Why? Well, the very fact that you feel it necessary to monitor what people are saying and writing for fear that they may be saying or typing something that is contrary to your agenda is one pretty good reason why.

It is all so. . . East German.

Really, it conjures up scenes from The Lives of Others (a superb film if you’ve not seen it). What’s next? Well, I can see a time when people are prosecuted for expressing a contrary opinion, because it would be against the ‘interests of the people’ or some such similar guff.

But this is just hors d’oeuvres. If they are going to throw all this effort behind the election of people to their irrelevant little rubber stamping chamber, imagine what they’ll do if Cameron gets re-elected and if (unlikely as I think it is) he lives up to his word and gives us the biggie. This is a training exercise for them.

It won’t work. Even with all the money the EU has to throw at the problem it will have little effect. The world has changed, and all the money in the world will just not allow a centralised rigid system of control to compete with an organic and chaotic system. The problem with the lad sticking his finger in the dike (stop sniggering at the back) is that it just moves the pressure on to the next weak spot, and pretty soon you run out of fingers.

There will be strategy meetings, reviews, lots of little diagrams and analytical charts, but it won’t matter, someone is going to have to co-ordinate. Social media, blogs and so forth need no co-ordination, no blueprint or over-arching strategy, this is one of the reasons why the Left have traditionally struggled with blogs; independent thought and action are discouraged. You see when I write this, I just sit and write. This is the world according to Wolfers, I have no source I have to refer to, no higher power I have to be on message with, nothing but me, my thoughts and my opinions.

The debate will suck in millions of people, many for, many against. But, EU, you are control freaks, you just won’t trust your drones to do it right. How many different lines will you be able to put out? Do you think the organic mass won’t notice? Won’t compare notes? Won’t mock?

There is no head on this gorgon to cut off. All it takes is a few posts, comments, Facebook statuses or tweets to go viral. You are only going to be reactive, the people will be proactive. As soon as you make yourself visible, you’ll be swamped. You’ll be laughed at. Nothing destroys credibility more than laughter, ask the bully who ends up humiliated in front of a large crowd how it hurts his rep.

This, along with the aforementioned fact that people will just not believe you or those who appear to support you independently means you will only serve to undermine your own arguments.

And when push comes to shove, comments which come on here that I consider to be coming from some EU machine (unlikely given my modest traffic) will simply be deleted.

That’s the other thing; I can delete you. You can’t delete me. I have the power, not you. Sucks doesn’t it?

Hopefully my little corner of the ‘net will do its bit to ensure your eventual and complete deletion.

It will only be a little bit though. For starters most people couldn’t give a pair of dingo’s kidneys about political blogging and tweeting – a fact most of us forget from time to time. Most people who do partake the intermong political thing are unlikely to be persuaded too far from their convictions.

If the EU thinks Twitter is responsible for Euroscepticism then they’re even more deluded than I thought. Not for one moment does it occur to them that it is their actions and attitudes that is turning people away from them in droves.

Connection dropped.

Well hello strangers. Yes, it has been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve been having internet problems, in as much as it didn’t work. Anyhow it would appear, having moved all my furniture about, unplugging everything in the house, including the toaster, and even plugging stuff in that was unplugged, unscrewing the panel on the front of the phone socket, rolling up my trouser legs, standing on one leg in a bucket of pilchards whilst humming the Italian national anthem, that the pixie that lived in the magic interwebz den down at the exchange had died, or moved to Cancun, or something, and the magic pixie wrangler from the interwebz company had to go and revive him, or replace his magic pixie boots, or something.

The upshot is that the interwebz is now working again. I do have mobile phone interwebz access, but I’m far too clumsy, fat fingered and impatient to be typing out a post on a screen the size of a packet of fags.

How did people survive before the ‘net? I was close to going hunting in a hedge to see if I could accidentally stumble upon some prurient material that the other sort of magic pixie had left. Does this still happen? Why would you dump a copy of Razzle in a hedge anyway?

Much has happened since the internet deserted me, and I will shortly be writing about why I think the Prime Minister is a complete nincompoop whom I would not trust to run so much as a bath, let alone a country. However at the moment I feel like a child who has been sent to give their room a good tidy, but keeps happening upon lots of cool stuff that needs immediate attention. There must be at least four dozen cat videos I’ve not seen.

Normal service will resume imminently. . .

I promised myself I wouldn’t cry. . .

A little late to the party here. It has been brought to my attention that I’ve been listed in the Total Politics Blog Awards for 2011.

That’s very nice, especially as I neither promoted the awards, nor canvassed for support. This isn’t about awards, etc, etc. But it is still very gratifying to realise that people have taken the trouble to vote for me.

Seriously, thank you.

(I’m filling up)

By way of celebration, here is a man riding a unicycle while playing the theme from Star Wars on the bagpipes:

 

Just read it.

Brilliance from Ben Hammersley with a transcript of his speech at the recent Information Assurance Advisory Council.

“This evening I am going to be break a habit of a lifetime, and use a prepared speech. Ordinarily, I come up on stage and have slides, and videos, and talk about geopolitics and killer robots and the future of the web

I’m betting they choked on their beef wellington. It also demonstrates why politicians and their hangers on are scared. They’re not just scared of us, they’re scared because they have absolutely no idea what is going on.

Do go and read the whole thing.

Comments.

Housekeeping notice.

I am naturally uncomfortable about the moderation of comments here. I’m perfectly happy for people to disagree with me, I don’t mind if you want to call me an idiot – although I’d prefer it if you qualified the accusation.

Been having a few problems with spammy comments on here, you can stick your hair straighteners, webcams and sleeping aids where the sun shineth not. As a result, I’m engaging the least worst option on here. That being your first comment on here will be held for moderation – unless you do something completely overstepping the mark, it will be passed for publication. Once your first comment has been approved, your subsequent comments will be posted without the rigmarole. I don’t like it, but I’m already getting narked off with removing comments from spammers. If you want to advertise on here, feel free to drop me an email, I’m sure we can come to some mutually beneficial arrangement.

As for the old blogspot site which is acting purely as a mirror to guard against any unforseen tech issues – the comment capacity will now be disabled. Traffic for the two sites has now reached parity, and I’m expecting the .com site to get more traffic from here in. So if you’ve something to say please come and say it over at thesnowolf.com, more people will read it, the comments over at the old house will not be imported, and it will make me feel special.

Cheers old chaps and chapesses.

Wolfers.

Moving on.

 

Well, after yesterday’s scare and some swearing, hissy fits, tantrums and despairing phone calls to Brother Snowolf (he really knows his shit and I’d have been hopelessly lost without him, here’s to you, Bruv) I’ve grasped the nettle and migrated this place elsewhere as I’m afraid I just don’t trust Google with data and I don’t trust them not to screw things up.

Sooooo, announcing the launch of the lovely new thesnowolf.com for all your politico-lupine blogging needs.

I’ll be mirroring each site in the other for a week or so, just to cover any teething troubles, but I’d be most ‘umbly grateful if you’d update your bookmarks to the new gaff (although I understand I can insert a bit of code on Blogger that should auto-direct) and if you are a lovely, lovely blogger wot has me on their blogroll, I’d be pathetically grateful if you’d update that. If you don’t list me and I don’t list you, then drop me a line at my lovely new email address, wolfers@thesnowolf.com and we can indulge in some mutual ego massaging.

 

 

 

Oh, and take your shoes off in the new place, the carpet is very expensive, very vulgar shagpile and I don’t want you bastards treading crap into it. OK?

UPDATE

The site seems to be going up and down like a tart’s knickers at the moment, Brother Snowolf reassures me this is something to do with the DNS needing to settle down. I don’t know what they are, but they sound like a right bunch of bastards.

A word of warning.

A heart stopping moment over in Wolfers’ Den this evening, with some very colourful metaphors pouring forth from your’s truly. For a while Blogger/Google saw fit to delete my blog.

I was advised by Brother Snowolf that this was to do with using a nom de plume on here, Google+ and with the gmail account associated with this blog and having more than one email address associated with all three. Apparently Google have now decided that they ain’t too keen on pseudonyms, which is odd given their statement on freedom of speech when you sign up to Blogger.

Anyhow, if you’re blog using Blogger and use Google+ or Gmail and want to avoid the whole falling pit of stomach feeling thing, you may be well advised to tweak your Google+ account or perhaps do away with it all together. Similarly if you use Gmail for your blog, you may want to consider going to Hotmail or some other free webmail provider.

It’s made me consider moving this whole show to a server off Google, I shall be making investigations.

Many thanks to Dick Puddlecote on Facebook, and @AmbushPredator, @CaptainRanty and @thickey on Twitter for their moral support and practical advice during my hour of panic and need.

Awaiting moderation.

This lot:

Have a little blog. There’s a rather entertaining article over there entitled:

Rationalising the Irrational: Explaining UK Euroscepticism

The title suggests that anyone who isn’t keen on the good old EUSSR is likely to get short shrift.

But it does ask the question, I think, for the English falls apart at the end, if we want in or out.

Why not go and tell them?

I’m betting my comments, below, don’t pass moderation.

“The national written press is particularly influential in Britain, compared with other EU states, and the internet has not yet changed this.”

I’ve news for you, the internet is even more hostile than the press towards the EU. Why? Because it gives a true reflection of public attitudes in the street.

It’s nothing to do with the war, nor is it to do with the Euro.

Why should any nation subsume itself to the EU? It is only partially true to say that the EU is painted as a body designed to undermine British sovereignty. It is a body that is designed to undermine the sovereignty of EVERY nation state within the EU, and, more importantly, the sovereignty of every citizen within those nation states.

The EU is unaccountable, anti-democratic, corrupt, arrogant and venal.

Against the free movement of goods, people and services I can brook no argument. But the machinery is worringly similar to the old USSR, and the attitudes of those in charge reflect those of the politburo. 
It is a deeply, deeply flawed project that will only end badly, for all concerned.

So, in a word; No.

I’d rather the UK was not a part of the EU, I’d rather the other nations weren’t a part of the EU, because they will be destroyed and it will be tragic.