Given the circumstance I thought I should take a quick, first-for-a-year look at order-order and I found that Col von Fawkes's posts, although superficial, non-controversial and much as the mainstream are more sober and less self-congratulatory than back in the day, the comments, once a cartwheeling, slippin' and-a slidin', Rabelaisian narrative, anarchic and irresponsible are now truly depressing, not-smartass-one-liners, in the main; no mr fucking delicious or dalailamadingdong, no mr atlas shrugged or mr red despot spotter and no stanislav, a young polish plumber, no ispired raging and drooling, no prickly camaraderie of dissent. That the comments are published non-sequentially, anachronistically, doesn't actually seem to make any difference, they are like a manuscript of Bartok's music, you could shuffle the pages anyway you wanted, play them in random order and it wouldn't make any difference.
The reason I looked was that a rant came which echoes stuff I used to post at Fawkes's and I thought I might post it there, but there wouldn't be any point.
The junky on the programme has his daily Methadone and then continues with his search for Outlaw reality elsewhere, the accused on bail may have to check-in to the copshop once in a while, it's a hassle but no big deal; seems that order-orderites at the PizzaHouseOfBlood are doing that sort of thing, checking-in, I'm still here-ing. What a shame, what a shame. This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, not with a righteous rant but with an All Present And Correct, Sir.