Here's a good dwarfist anecdote. Health Minister Simon Burns backed his ministerial car into the Speaker’s limo. An angry Bercow shouted ‘I’m not Happy!’, To which Burns replied: “Well, which one are you?”
- Putin still wants his country back.
- NATO wants it too.
- Zelenskyy prepared for all the males in Ukraine to be killed: a sacrifice he is willing to make in pursuance of the United States' global economic strategy
- Michael Gove launches "Adopt a Ukrainian" scheme. Pop one into your spare room and he will pay you £350 per month for 6 months - well, that's the staffing crisis in care sorted, and the fruit picking, the minimum-pay bar and waitressing work, and the live-in nannie jobs. Give me your poor, your huddled masses, your tempest-tossed homeless -- and we'll find a way to exploit them.
25th April 2014 ishmael smith
The Filth-o-Graph is predicting apocalypse over this Back In The USSR stuff, down there in whatever shithole it is, some horse-drawn economy, some invented five minutes ago nation-state or other, as if Barry* and Vlad* are going to run to the bunkers over it all. Dave Wisteria*, mind you, the lardy, slab-faced moron, is prob'ly going in, boldly, to chair a meeting of COBRA, y'know, chumps and nincompoops, like BillyBum Hague and Phil Clausewitz Hammond, closeted with dozens of Field Marshals Rupert Golightly-Jockstrap, all wondering where to send H.M.'s one working tank or H.M.'s one working helicopter, wondering how quickly they can mobilise a platoon of untrained, overweight, part-time Territorial cowboys. Fuck me, be a laugh a minute in there, doubt that Vlad'll be shitting his Cossack pantaloons.
|Vice President Joe Bum, lecturing Foreigners|
'In 1825 the federal government prohibited pioneers from settling in Oklahoma and reserved the land as Indian Territory, a place to relocate Indians who blocked the march of American civilisation (sic) east of the Mississippi. Cherokee, Creek, Chocktaw, Chickasaw and some of the Florida Seminole - known as the five Civilised Tribes - owned fertile lands for growing cotton and crops, lands which the white settlers coveted. So they were the first to be removed to Oklahoma, forcibly escorted by troops. Government forces burned houses and farms, shot resisters, drove away livestock and even opened Cherokee graves to loot silver jewellery. "I fought in the Civil War," a militiaman recounted much later "and have seen men shot to pieces and slaughtered by the thousands but the Cherokee removal was the cruelest work I ever knew." Faced with hunger, insanitary conditions, extreme weather, disease and heartbreak, about 4,000 of the 16,000 who started the journey perished and were buried along the way. The Indians called the route to Oklahoma the Trail of Tears. Cholera ravaged the Choctaw and some Creek walked to Oklahoma in chains.' pp 339-340, The Smithsonian Guide to Historic America - Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, 1990.
This collection contains hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of such pages as those above; at every turn, in every century, in every state, at every opportunity, white America has been monstrously criminal, the vicious gutter dregs of Europe murdering, raping, robbing, enslaving and torturing in ways they could only dream of in the back streets of Glasgow and the bogs of Killarney and the tenement swamps of Antwerp and Munich and Paris and Madrid. In a million years you would never wash the blood from the StarSpangled Banner.
Home of the Brave, land of the Free, eh, Mr Vice President Bum?
These people, the injuns, had occupied these lands for twenty-thousand years, through an ice age, originally surviving by killing mammoth with flint-tipped spears until, in an act of - for then - unprecedented Earthcrime, Uncle Sam* turned his Gatling guns on their buffalo, with whom they had lived in harmless symbiosis since God was a boy, and wiped them out. People like Vice President Bum's monstrous, bastard, fuckpig ancestors pioneered torture, slavery and ethnic cleansing in a land which their descendants still pollute, ravage and destroy - as they would the world. Someone, some stone-mad Apache or Sioux should kick Joe Biden hard in the face; it is the only language the sonofafuckingbitch will understand. Leaders of the free world? Do fuck off.
|A Glorious Seventh U.S. Cavalry Victory: Going into other countries and massacring the natives.|
|And Another One|
|And Another One, in Vietnam, where the massacre's C.0., Lt. William Calley, was all but given a medal for this party. |
|A demonstration of Uncle Sam fearlessly putting Women and Children First.|
Exegesis: by ishmael smith
The context of my rage against Biden, in this instance, is that his words are fatuous, hypocritical, darkly farcical; that some useless piece of shit like he can talk about territorial violations is frankly ludicrous. Whatever U.S. achievements there are, they do not, good as they are, remove the stain of genocide, slavery and the rest. And the Abos, on all continents, lived on the planet for tens of thousands of years without, well, what shall we call it, I call it Earthcrime, pollution, weapons of mass destruction, junk-food cancers, poisoned oceans, the natural balance in retreat on all fronts; eco-vandalism, call it what you want, the so-called savage has little part in it. So much of what I recently termed improvement was the result of organised poor people struggling in the face of the sort of vested interests so close to Uncle Sam's black heart. Despite all his techno and pharma accomplishments he still cannot organise a national health service; how clever is that? I see no conflict in applauding Apollo 11 whilst damning Shock and Awe. Like everyone, I contain multitudes.
So much is simply a matter of accident, accident of birth. Europe produced the technology which produced the Gutenberg printing press which led us here; those things didn't happen in Australia or Africa. Different things happened in India and China, whilst we were living in mud huts or sheltering in trees. Different things happened in the Caliphate whilst we were still savage. There is no racial superiority. The Abo can survive and navigate and value a wilderness which would kill us in hours; it is contact with the whites which has demeaned him.
I dunno about the Khmer Rouge, I gather they killed a lot of each other, so what, so have we, but the main reason that I don't get vexed about him is that he is not my cousin; Uncle Sam, by definition, is. And he should know better.
Man appearing at two seconds to midnight, that sort of thing, History's clock. Surely we can do better than Dreams of Empire. Is that all there is, my dad's bigger than your dad?
I am a Zen-Presbyterian-Marxist. I believe in the brotherhood of man, all men: that's what these commentaries are about, chiding and reproving those who believe only in the brotherhood of greed.
All I know about Vietnam is the war and even that is limited and biased. Despatches, Apocalypse Now, various war photographers - glamour stuff. I don't, didn't care for Maoist imperialism any more than I cared for Uncle Sam's but I do think it is telling of our own institutionalised racism that we hosanna, sing an endless requiem blues to sixty thousand grunts and ignore what was it, three million slopes?
I don't know how much of Indo China is given over to child prostitution and ladymen, probably as much as in London or New York. But I would guess from family photos I have seen of trips there that it is an extraordinarily different, more connected and grounded a culture than is our current Facebooking Narcissism.
Once they said that Slavery was the only possible system which would enable human progress. Then it was Feudalism, ordained by God, it was, nobleman and churl. The Enclosures, the theft of common land and the Highland clearances, they, too, were the only way that we might all prosper. Choking to death in mines and factories was the next great leap forward. Now, such few improvements as were brought to our lot by the post war social compact are being hewn down and ploughed under by a govament of noblemen spivs, brutes and thieves, ably assisted by a purblind, Mail-reading class of ragged trousered philanthropists, dividing even its own wretched lickspittle squadrons over whether or not the crook, Farage, is better than all the other crooks for no other reason than that he is even more backward than they are.
But fear not, Money's number is up. Bright young people all over the world are positing a world beyond money. We may not see it but we can say for absolute certain that if we do not arrive swiftly and collectively at a resources management system not based upon a tiny few having far more than they could ever need - which is the basis of the Money economy - nothing will matter, all - food, water, land, - will be desolation.
Anyone with a hint of farsightedness who was also interested in planetary/species survival would have taken any and all measures to curb the massive populations of those countries whose consumerisme et totalitarianisme nouvelle we are now supposed to applaud for the CrimeBusiness opportunities they offer our elites. Any and all measures, any and all.
I have a domestic dwelling here which, in my lifetime, was heated by cows brought indoors for winter; what an extra three billion bodies, with their pensions, their cars and dishwashers and barbecues and frantic telecommunications devices will do to the temperature of things, environmentally, politically and militarily, is unimaginable. White supremacy is all very well but I don' t think it will butter too many lychees. I'm convinced. And I can't understand why everyone else isn't convinced, too. Too many people, not enough food, not enough land, not enough water, too much poison, too much heat; simply cannot have infinite growth and infinite consumption in a finite eco-system. 'sobvious, innit? It was the only sensible thing I ever heard Phil the Greek say. Didn't, of course, make him any less of a parasite; still, he does a great job, what with the tourists and everything.
There was a woman here a while back, quite a senior HR person, in charge of the welfare, personal development and sustainable exploitation of lots of employees. Her kid was looking at the flames in my Rayburn. It's stored-up sunshine, I offered. What Do you mean? enquired Mum. I explained that long ago the Sun had made trees grow and when they had died, over a very long time the dead trees became compressed so hard that they turned into coal and so what we were watching in the fire was stored-up sunshine being released. Is that really where coal comes from, said the Director of Human Resources. I thought it came in bags to Tesco. Where from? Oh, I dunno. Somewhere. You know. Wherever.
Never mind imaginary money, we are beset by imaginary intelligence.
SNP Westminster leader Ian Blackford has denied rumours that he is considering quitting the post.
Mr Blackford told BBC Scotland there was "nothing in it".
There's been quite the stramash about the SNP position on the payment of pensions in an independent Scotland (The Sunday Ishmael 6/2/22, passim). Basically, the SNP won't pay the State Pension to their pensioners because they would prefer that a foreign country pays it. This is just one of the issues that the SNP will have to fudge in its referendum campaign. Other, not-insignificant matters are the border with England,
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which, should an independent Scotland succeed in joining the E.U. will require to be established, and a new currency policy after the UK government rejected its proposal to share the pound in a currency union in 2014. The SNP now proposes to continue using the pound, without consent if necessary, and to switch to a new Scottish currency as soon as practicable. Could take a while, that one.
Sturgeon has set out her extensive and ambitious legislative programme,
which includes a Gender Recognition Reform Bill (I had to state how I
identified my gender in the Scottish on-line Census. Another
organisation asked me for my preferred pronouns); establishing a
National Care Service; changes to the Scottish Judicial System (and not
before time, too) and, of course, working on the independence
|"Idiot! We're only supposed to wear our gimp masks in private!"|
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