tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post8705794664690636609..comments2024-03-29T05:24:12.453+00:00Comments on call me ishmael: GORDON SNOT. WILL YE NO' COME BACK AGAIN?call me ishmaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14369028864168461729noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-59832249471927767372011-04-21T10:39:23.515+01:002011-04-21T10:39:23.515+01:00Mr I: you've ruined my holiday in Thailand wit...Mr I: you've ruined my holiday in Thailand with this piece on snotty.You won't be surprised to learn that nobody here gives a stuff about Libya. What's it got to do with us a taxi driver said (I translate loosely from the Thai patois). No doubt a Canadian taxi driver would say the same, but they are involved. From a viewpoint in Hua Hin, it definitely looks like the West versus Libya, which can only lead to more death an destruction.Mikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-24524634588903516982011-04-21T10:39:22.447+01:002011-04-21T10:39:22.447+01:00Mr I: you've ruined my holiday in Thailand wit...Mr I: you've ruined my holiday in Thailand with this piece on snotty.You won't be surprised to learn that nobody here gives a stuff about Libya. What's it got to do with us a taxi driver said (I translate loosely from the Thai patois). No doubt a Canadian taxi driver would say the same, but they are involved. From a viewpoint in Hua Hin, it definitely looks like the West versus Libya, which can only lead to more death an destruction.Mikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-83593676961591148322011-04-21T03:14:32.520+01:002011-04-21T03:14:32.520+01:00There's talk, at the Guardian, of him being ap...There's talk, at the Guardian, of him being appointed head of the International Mother Fuckers, can that be right?call me ishmaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14369028864168461729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-83131703699383097562011-04-20T20:37:34.490+01:002011-04-20T20:37:34.490+01:00I miss Gordon. You knew exactly where you stood wi...I miss Gordon. You knew exactly where you stood with him in charge. On the opposite bank. <br />Unlike today's comedians, he was so awful we laughed along with him in his excrutiatingly God awful one liners.<br />This current crop of alternative jokers just doesn't have the same delivery and patter of the master, but the nastiness of the stag do comic picking on the unfortunate who emerges from the gents just in time to be set up for the killer line.Mothers Ruinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-56247454726618054002011-04-20T19:23:32.800+01:002011-04-20T19:23:32.800+01:00Dear Mr Anon & Mr Ish
I've already got G...Dear Mr Anon & Mr Ish<br /><br /> I've already got Gordon Brown's headstone ready to go; let's not be hasty. Loved the bit about the 'frustrated obituarist' the other day - where to stop?<br /><br />Gordon Brown<br /><br />Hic Jacet Cunt<br /><br /> In the search for authority if not power (for he had power - being unopposed in their internal election screamed abuse from the rafters) but in his search for authority over you & me, Terry & Susan he forwent all vestige of politeness, of refrain, of invitation and became an unwelcome imposter in the smooth goings on of tradition. <br /><br /> That war is fake, that economics is hokum, that politics is blackmail, that state is device; however cold it makes us feel, Blair had a mandate. <br /><br /> If as Mr Mongoose's buddy says, twice is patholgy, then what is 3 times? What is option if the best choice is pathology, mistake, error? <br /><br /> I haven't really wittered on about it but I don't think Flashman is the 'unelected PM' - I do think he's the unelectable one but that's a different thing and British history is repleat on such semantics. Elections are painful things; they are civic, they are polite - and to be screwed is the height of elections; when you lose you fucking lose.<br /><br /> I kinda respected Charlie kennedy's resignation speech ( not that he either wrote it or listened to it) but he said when politics ends you it fucking well ends you. The measure that a man constructs his cathedral shall be that where the foundations have requirement for advice. Politics has to be about agreement and no amount of caucusing or analysis will be able to convince people of the merits. Politics should be conducted in the open and in the glare of the public but it seems that whatever the fuck they call themselves MPs are far too happy to use Boulton, Marr, Robinson, Rawnsley, Heffer, fucking Gillian Duffy and use that as some kind of metaphor, that one can extrapolate to form a cogent plan to deliver salient fiscal ability rather than, you know, holding public meetings, asking people, wandering into Town Halls, Boozers, Churches, Events and just saying 'how do? i'm standing for election and this bag of shite has landed on me desk, whaddya think?'<br /><br /> It's like politics is run by distracted, disaffected, emasculated idiots - since when did chatting to a constituent take subservience under some media cunt? I dunno if it's oratory or trust, being able to string a sentence together or just plain old fashioned respect but if MPs wanted political media changed they could do a fair bit about it. Mr Mike Hemming seems to be onto something. <br /><br /> Gordon Brown is a footnote and that's pretty damming. <br /><br /> Hope you have a lovely Easter & such. <br /><br /><br /> Muchos gracias Senor<br /><br /> DtPDick the Prickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02683095612320513712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-3534812358146026432011-04-20T18:54:45.240+01:002011-04-20T18:54:45.240+01:00Did he escape from mad scientist`s laboratory, ani...Did he escape from mad scientist`s laboratory, animated by a rogue thunderbolt ? A strange, lumpen, maladroit, man/child/beast wearing his inadequacies like an endoskeleton, lurching unrestrained across the political landscape.<br /><br />It says it all about the Labour Party that no one had brains or bottle enough to challenge him and that his catamites are the only alternative to the coalition goons, fuck help us.<br /><br />And what future for Ole Lumpy ? A world eager to shower rewards on the unctuous heap of shit in a suit Blair has ignored Gordo`s sense of entitlement. A retirement among the discreet young men of Martha`s Vineyard ? As long as its well away from us.yardarmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08700165830593026578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-31274854632784648312011-04-20T15:48:28.508+01:002011-04-20T15:48:28.508+01:00What an epitaph, eh?
"Here lies Snot. Exempl...What an epitaph, eh?<br /><br />"Here lies Snot. Exemplar nonpareil of cuntitude".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-19583935756239136282011-04-20T12:07:54.574+01:002011-04-20T12:07:54.574+01:00Snotty's presence was a window to that inner w...Snotty's presence was a window to that inner world inhabited by all politicians. Deluded, thick and soulless misfits with an arrogance born of utter inadequacy as human beings.A pox on all their houses.Oldrightiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03192587284458430556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-42884927362437356842011-04-20T11:44:20.136+01:002011-04-20T11:44:20.136+01:00I am not convinced, Mr Ishmael, that Brown could n...I am not convinced, Mr Ishmael, that Brown could not have been sorted out by a good, firm stop-being-a-cunt smack in the gob. About thirty-five years ago, it is true, and it is all too late now, but there lurks somewhere under there a wee shred of the late-night-when-there's-nobody-to-hear truth. My mate, the mad shrink, once said that stuff isn't pathology until it has happened twice. Brown practised his bullying, cowardly, deceitful panto time after time after time. That's pathology. The pathology in this case of utter cunthood. And, I think, that the poor bastard, in the the wee small hours, knows it. All those previous hours and years. In the manse all alone with his aged parentals, and in the kirk at daybreak listening to mad, bad dad spitting his miserly, anti-kindness god-bothering, Grammar School at six, university at seven - but not a "good" university, not like the rich bastards - and all the endless hard-working-families-no-more-boom-and-bust-theinvestment-I-can-tell-the-House humdrum-now cant of it all and here we now sit. Dead but for the dying of the light. And they laugh at me too. The poor bastard, a bullet would be a kindness.mongoosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14173341928744479143noreply@blogger.com