I’d been on holiday recently, as you’ll see from recent posts. You’ll also notice that I’d been to the USA. I find myself wondering if something happened on the return flight. We got back very quickly indeed. It was a very bumpy flight, and very, very fast. I’d put it down to catching a tropical storm off the eastern seaboard, but I wonder now if perhaps we hadn’t entered a portal to another universe.
I’m really struggling to get to grips with what has been going on this last week or so.
I shrugged when I saw that the DG of the BBC had gone last night. I don’t think it will make much difference to be honest, this is an organisation that has been pilloried for not going to air with a story about one of its biggest stars engaging in the rape and sexual assault of children (let’s drop this twee ‘child abuse’ term shall we? Let’s call it what it is; rape) when it had very credible evidence to back the story up, and then taking the surreal step of pretty much identifying an individual who is, as far as I can make out, utterly blameless in all of this in a report that hadn’t been subjected to even the simplest research and critical analysis.
This is journalism, is it? I’ve never been a huge fan of the BBC, but I’ve never considered that they were consciously biased, I’ve always thought its been a more organic, genetic bias. Sure their sources of material for their output on the EU and climate change were wrong, and like all news outlets they angle stories to best reflect their sympathies, but they’d at least do some research, even it was flawed, even if they stopped when they found something that suited them. But this? Jesus H Tapdancing Christ on a purple tricycle. . .
Then we have the frankly bizarre moment when Philip Schofield, seemingly channeling the spirit of Robin Day (albeit with severe radio static and interference) decided to try to hand a list of names from the fucking intermong to the PM. Quite what the gopher botherer thought he was doing I’ll never know, and quite why the PM had decided to go on what amounts to little more than Heat magazine with moving pictures would, I thought, remain a mystery to me.
Then it struck me, he was on the show to stick the knife into Mad Nadine. Perhaps his spads thought it was important to get to the ‘I Think I’m Important So Give Me Airtime and a Big Bag of Money’ audience first? Few people who watch This Morning and Irma Sleb will know who Nadine Dorries is, even fewer will care. She’s not even D list enough for Irma Sleb, she wasn’t in that soap, didn’t sing in that band and didn’t screw that footballer. There’s a divide in this country; if you or I see Irma Sleb, Nadine will be one of the two about whom we will not ask ‘who the bloody hell are they?’ For the majority of viewers she’s the one whom that question is being asked of.
Nadine has shown herself to be an attention whore, well there’s a big surprise. So it would appear that when she’s been rebelling against the government she’s been doing it not out of principal, but just to get her fizz pasted across the media. If she thinks that eating kangaroo bollocks in Australia is going to raise her profile in any credible, meaningful or lasting fashion then she’s madder than mad can be. I’m hoping that in order to follow their bias that the BBC cut the line from Farage where he stated that she wouldn’t be welcome in UKIP when the question was put to him on HIGNFY. They need her like a kick in the face.
Then we come to the bloke who has won the election. No, not that one. The election to wear Canterbury’s silliest hat. Justin Welby, who sounds like a bloke who does the reporting on Soccer Saturday, has demanded that people who had a little flutter on him getting the big hat, funny stick and psychedelic raincoat donate their winnings to parish churches.
How about piss off? He hasn’t even kissed the fish, or whatever bonkers initiation ceremony his sky pixie club of hate requires, and he’s already as annoying as the nuts one with the beard. I’m stumped as to why it is so important, he may as well be President of the Tommy Trinder fanclub for all the importance it has to most people in the country.
So people have been acting in a very odd fashion indeed.
So have countries. Inexplicably the citizens of the US looked at both candidates for the Presidential election and still turned out and voted for them. Beats me, I wouldn’t give either of them the time of day.
The Scots have started turning the screw and are now not only milking tax revenue out of smokers, but are also collecting the same money with menaces for a second time out of the supermarkets. Sainsbury’s have now decided that it’s more trouble than it’s worth. White McVan Man is dancing a joyful gig. The same number of people will smoke. The tax take will go down, and it will be more difficult to pay the benefits of the poor sods that lose their jobs as a result of the prohibition that isn’t. This is what a vote for independence will bring you. Vote in favour of independence, please. Perhaps all the fuckwits who think like this will gravitate to Scotland like zombies to a man with a gammy leg. We can then evacuate the sensible people from Jockland, rebuild Hadrian’s Wall and live our lives in peace. Smokers who volunteer to have their corpse sent north over the wall by trebuchet to keep the locals from trying cross will get state subsidised free smokes for life. I’ll have my name first on the list. ‘Aaaaaaargh! A dead smoker! Run away! Run away!’ It would be excellent.
Meanwhile the Danes have decided that perhaps their fat tax isn’t working. As it’s sent food prices up, and tax takes and employment figures down. See a parallel? Betcha the BBC and the smokophobes haven’t. I can see White PerVan Man smuggling butter over the border from Germany. ‘Do you have any butter in there?’ ‘No, sir, it’s all tobacco.’ ‘Carry on.’
The drones are in revolt against the EU commission. Who knows how that is going to pan out. But if the Germans and Frogs are cutting up about it, they can’t very well lob bricks in our direction. Could it be that we have uttered the truth that dare not be spoken? Will our ingrained pro-sovereignty stance save Europe, once again, and rid us of this hateful entity? I become increasingly sure that the end is nigh, one way or another. I just pray it is more Czechoslovakia than Yugoslavia when it happens.