Monday, 12 October 2009

WHAT IS THIS SHIT?

SPOT THE HETEROSEXUAL
clue, it might be the one in the middle

World-famous conflict-resolution harpie, President Hillary trousers, a woman who could start a row in an empty room, brings her expertise in photo-opportunism to Northern Ireland, a province for so long kept in thrall to banditry, arson and mayhem by the generous provision of funds from the United States.

Milliband or some such must have sanctioned her dropping-in for a meaningful dialogue in McGuinessville in order to show the folks back home that they might think her an embittered, mendacious, money-grubbing, rancid old shrew but people of the stature of Marty Kneecaps and that fucking sour-faced Presbyterian Undertaker, Robinson, have the Hots for Hills. Fuck me, Jesus.

One thing for Obama to give this monster the consolation prize of the State Department to shut her the fuck-up, quite another for her to dance the Tennessee Waltz over the bones of Marty's victims. Tombstone City, Ulster, just another media stepping-stone for publicity-hungry Yankee war criminals. The Ulster dead should arise and piss on this shower of shameless, gladhanding nobodies..

This is the New World Order, the vermin trading photo-ops with one another, Europe, Washington, Ulster, Turd-Polishing Internationale.

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HELLO, MY NAME IS MAD.

19 comments:

Edgar said...

It's a desperate thought but it comes unbidden, Mr Ishmael: it is the thought that the architects of the NWO are beings who are living in another world. But they aren't: they are living in this world - and they are winning.

call me ishmael said...
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call me ishmael said...

Hands down, Mr Edgar, winning hands down.

I have argued before that we, here, lonesome obsessives, whining in cyberspace are Ruin's hidden allies; a mot juste here, a coruscating little treatise, there, maybe, a scintillating insult substituting for, upstaging, denying more potent political activism. On the streets.

I don't know. It's hard to think that this sort of political blogging amounts to much - a disparate, disunited front, a cyber diaspora of dissent, what's the good of it, other than to short-circuit legitimate, powerful physical protest and action? Mr Old Holborn, on the last thread being himself, the denial of his wish for revolution, why bother going out in the rain when you can rant in cyberspace. (to be fair to him he does, actually, go out on demonstrations with, unfortunately, only a handful of his readers the rest of whom may well be in Anchorage or Ankara.)

Another interesting aspect of cyber-action is that so many of the msot vociferous, in the MSM blogs, too, are expats. Why, if you've left, bother to protest daily about the Assault on Decency's Barricades, from whose defence you have deserted ?

Answers, please, to the usual place.

lilith said...

Perhaps the ex pats didn't really want to leave for sunnier more libertarian lifestyles and so they press for change here so that they can come home again one day? First generation immigrants have more heart attacks than any other grouping. Wherever they come from, wherever they go to. It is tough leaving home, even if home sucks. I am making plans to move west, tentative plans, but plans all the same.

My Mum tried to go home to NZ. But after 34 years here (half her life) she decided she couldn't.

I could not BELIEVE that Ms Clinton stood up and said that the USA would not interfere in Northern Ireland political processes! Er, well, that's mighty big of you Ms Clinton. Will Mr Mugabe be next to give a similar speech? President Assad? Maybe Mr Sarkozy would like to reassure the people of Northern Ireland too?

Swiss Bob said...

Mr Smith, I'm sure you can imagine how dull Swiss politics is and regardless of the fact that I've left, which was more by accident than design, I'm still of England.

Swiss Bob said...

Mr Smith, small victories. In The Times this weekend there was a story about some German diplomat demanding impeachment of Presidnet Vaclav Klaus. My post on that questioned the legality of that under international diplomatic norms/law, this is now the top post on the Bizarrograph's political blog and I have linked it mercilessly. I've had the EU, the HoP and half a dozen other Government ISPs looking in. If I help to make a few of those bastards nervous it makes it worthwhile.

call me ishmael said...

And some of us, Lilith, are immigrants even at home. I wish that Outsiders like yourself stayed Inside the UK, if you know what I mean; Scotland is a really big place, different sceneries, characteristics, peoples and facilities; it really is the best part of England, yet different enough to feel like a move abroad.

It is the often unwritten but implied You-fucking-stay-at-home-saps of the expat communique which pisses me off and which largely invalidates, really, any comment they make; let them come home if they care that much, or become involved in trying to Anglicise the Costa del Telegraph.

Clinton is amazing; braying, belligerent, immodest and for all the cosmetics and coiffure, grotesquely unfeminine, neither fish nor fowl, some embittered, neutered hybrid, rather like your mother, Germaine.

Striking as she was, Condoleesa was, I think, on balance,a wholly bad woman, for her actions and for the egalitarian gloss she loaned her mentor, Dubya but I think her posturing may well have been grounded in patriotism and principle where Clinton's motivations are pure greed and venom and spite.

What was that old Roy Harper line? Help us no puree like a wooden scone. Her appointment showed the cowardice of Obama, the triumph of politicking over principle, the rich and connected carving-up the world for themselves. Yes, we can't.

call me ishmael said...

Yes, taken as read, Mr Swiss Bob, I don't recall you doing the If You Was Clever Like Me You WOuld Be Over Here Moaning About Over There schtick.

I know that lots don't but enough do to make it worth pointing-out Cowardice's cntradictions.

richard said...

it's strange she's in the province. a few months ago a plane-load of senators arrived, then they went down south to what used to be the republic of ireland (pre-Lisbon treaty.) were they inspecting their latest piece of real-estate? it's also a bit peculiar that our census is to be conducted by lockheed-martin, the american military corporation, and that failure to complete their questionnaire equals a £1000 fine.
add the fact that fireworks salespersons from scotland are to be extradited to the USA to stand trial for an offence which isn't one in the UK, namely selling red phosphorous, a constituent of crystal meth (and of fireworks)
so the americans will know where we live, and can take us away without evidence for offences which don't exist in the UK and there's fuck-all we can do about it.
what a con trick the political system is; we are monkeys in boxes in a world-wide monkey-compound, voting for chief monkeys and ignoring the zoo-keepers.

lilith said...

Scotland does it for me, Mr Smith, and for Calfy, but not so much for Elby whose family climbed out of the bog slightly more recently than mine :-) So we are looking at some USA real estate, namely southern Ireland :-) where my great great granny came from. On the other hand, I would love to be somewhere like Ardnamurchan...

I do know what you mean about some ex pats though..Elby's brother went off on one when he came to stay with us last year, (over from America for the first time in 14 years because it had taken that long to get a green card)...all I said was that I decided not to move to San Francisco, as much as I loved it, when I had considered emigrating the mid nineties...

From Elby's brother however, having finished off all our wine and stayed with us for nearly three weeks quite happily, this innocent comment provoked a tirade about how dull and whining, conventional and middle class we were, how we had raised dull conventional children (in front of Calfy) and how superior we believed ourselves to be... just a teeny tad defensive methinks...he left the next day and the brothers no longer correspond....

Elby The Beserk said...

My brother has decided to be more Californian than the Californians. I have no problem with the Californians being Californians; it is, after all, who and what they are, and there is much to admire there in the madness. Indeed, California spawned the Grateful Dead, for me that last shout of the American Pioneer, the rebels who love their country.

As for my brother's stance - well, much good may it do him.

Dick the Prick said...

Just somewhere by the sea wud be alright.

mongoose said...

It's the freedom got from running away, and hiding (let's be honest), from the vile foulness of it all. Lord knows, I have often enough thought of it. Ireland - back to the warm embrace of the bog. Or maybe a bit south to the glory of Clare. Now, full of the English, of course. Or New Zealand. Too scary. Or Canada. Too much weed. And now too old, too old.

And so we stand and shout. Toe the line where we can. Use our become-English politeness and reserve to cover the horror. And we hope that the kids will bugger off sharpish. In God's good time, the new world will come to the rescue of the offspring of the old.

What a shower we have become.

Nomad said...
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call me ishmael said...

Mr nomad said

....You are welcome to what the UK has become. I want none of it, but I will continue to read and occasionally contribute to your and others' bleatings from the comfort of my air-conditioned den.

13 October 2009 17:47

Not here, you won't, cunt.

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banana experiment lab said...

like hilary clinton, i've come here but got fuck all to say really.

banana experimentation lab said...

i've done testing all over the world, but these ones are sure bent to fuck

guido fawkes said...

hi hillary, i've landed a job at the airport operating the full-body-scanner. be seeing you!