They are falling over themselves to acknowledge the contribution to our modern world of David Trimble. Sunak kicked off his kicking of Truss on Monday night with solemn-face. He said Lord Trimble was "an outstanding leader" and a "political giant". "This was a man who came from a very strong unionist tradition, but then who put peace first". So then Truss had to start by agreeing that Trimble was a "political giant."
In the Belfast Telegraph yesterday, it said:
"Friends and foes hail former UUP leader and key architect of Good Friday Agreement after his death at 77.
David Trimble, the unionist leader whose thinking shaped Northern Irish life for a quarter of a century, is mourned by world leaders, colleagues and former enemies.The key unionist negotiator of the Good Friday Agreement and Northern Ireland’s first first minister died after a short illness."
In the Belfast Telegraph yesterday, it said:
"Friends and foes hail former UUP leader and key architect of Good Friday Agreement after his death at 77.
David Trimble, the unionist leader whose thinking shaped Northern Irish life for a quarter of a century, is mourned by world leaders, colleagues and former enemies.The key unionist negotiator of the Good Friday Agreement and Northern Ireland’s first first minister died after a short illness."
Here's an alternative view by mr ishmael.
20/11/2013
Another
upshift took me to Bangor Grammar School, County Down, took me back
among the crazed, homicidal, torturing, neanderthal meatheads - David
Trimble, his Lordship of Bigotry,
was a few years above me.
Trimble of course, was Blair's patsy in the whole Ulster Carve-Up, too stupid to read even the runes of his own demise, too stupid to breathe; I always said it was a poor school, Trimble's the proof.
In his autobiography, from the safety of the House of Lords, Trimbs rants and raves - now - about our then headmaster, Randall Clarke, how he hated him, what a cunt he was; at fourteen, I told Clarke to his know-it-all, inveterate spanker's face, told him he was a cunt. I also told him that Hell would freeze over before he raised his cane to me, unless he wanted a broken jaw. I don't think anyone had ever fucked him off before, certainly not a putative victim of his perversion.
was a few years above me.
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| Trimble with his friends, marching for intolerance and hatred. |
Trimble of course, was Blair's patsy in the whole Ulster Carve-Up, too stupid to read even the runes of his own demise, too stupid to breathe; I always said it was a poor school, Trimble's the proof.
In his autobiography, from the safety of the House of Lords, Trimbs rants and raves - now - about our then headmaster, Randall Clarke, how he hated him, what a cunt he was; at fourteen, I told Clarke to his know-it-all, inveterate spanker's face, told him he was a cunt. I also told him that Hell would freeze over before he raised his cane to me, unless he wanted a broken jaw. I don't think anyone had ever fucked him off before, certainly not a putative victim of his perversion.
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I think there is also something else at play with Trimble and his like. It's the terrible affliction of being a stupid clever person. As Ishmaelites will know, the mongeese are O'Irish, so they are. I was the first ever not to be born on the green side of the water - and that was an accident. And I have met hundreds and hundreds of them, dozens of them within my own family. Smart people, maybe not educated but with processing power to spare. If they point themselves at understanding the overlap and emergence of the various numbering or measuring systems that have grown out and up from Babylon and before - a conversation I had in the lane yesterday - or following the bloodline of the racehorse, they can do so with ease and completely without mental obstruction. But paint it green or blue, or make it left-footed or right-footed and half their brains are laid aside and are replaced with an ancient slice of stupidity cake. Today's factet: Henry VIII died a Catholic! Did you know that, mr mongoose? Well, actually, yes, I do recall that and more, but you're coming to England and Ireland about half way through, laddie.
The Englnd and Ireland gig starts with the fecking Normans - that's froggie vikings to you - carving up England for their mates and then carving up Ireland for their mates' mates. The B Team, the back-kitchen boys. Ireland? Second class, rainy, green shit forever. Not worth properly stealing, and that's been for almost a thousand years now. You can trace my anglo-french scandi slavename back as far as that, sonny, and that's the bit that gets all six-footed and ugly when the peacemakers come to town. (Clinton and Blair! They should have brought Kissinger with them!)
And so Trimble, bless him, wasn't the worst but was also so very far from being the best of them. Conquest, empire, stealing is an exercise in realpolitik. You only get to have an empire in the first place if you understand that. The poor bloody Irish still haven't worked out that it was Devalera that screwed their pooch a hundred years ago this year. All done and dusted for generations by now if he'd have just thought it through. Put his bit of cake down and thought it through.
Travel agrees with you, mr mongoose. Good stuff.
OT, but fitting with your point about adding-up presenting a problem to distracted minds, the following is from an online Peeb summary ("Cricket Scotland inquiry hears 448 examples of racism") of the very latest in Original Sin : "A new Cricket Scotland board must be in place by September 2022 and consist of 40% male and 40% female, with at least 25% from an ethnic minority."
Did your copy of ishmael's blues show up?
cheers
v./
It has not, mr v. Although, a) I never got around to checking status and b) when stuff doesn't turn up it usually means that I haven't completed payment or something. I will have a look.
on 5th december 2021 at 23:35hrs, i posted the following crossword-clue:
"straight clue:
rich source of vitamin d, beginning with d - 5, 8"
and i am now able to reveal that the answer is:
duppy umbrella
I like mr mongoose's new coinage: stupid clever person. There's an awful lot of it about - people who are clever enough to negotiate modern life: on-line banking, driving cars, negotiating public transport, doing up their buttons in the correct order, inviting ladies out for a coffee instead of leaping on them with dick drawn; but they can immediately descend into gibbering baboons, spit-flecking, gurning, bouncing on their toes, squaring shoulders like cats puffing themselves up to intimidate, when their buttons are pressed. It is an evolutionary thing, part of our journey from the sea into planetary domination. Psychologists inform us that we relate to about 200 people - that's the optimum and reflects the small bands that roamed the landscape and set up Neolithic villages. Those 200 are our tribe - not necessarily chosen from propinquity or blood connection, but adopted as people like us. The tribes would square off against other tribes to defend or steal territory, food and women. You've seen other primates do it - squealing and gibbering at the enemy. So the Orange Men, Weegies and football fans have just ritualised the impulses generated from the ancient back brain. Just throwbacks really.
That David Trimble now - he was one of them, but was he clever? Hell, yes, so he was - cunning enough to end his days as a Lord, despite his manifest disadvantages.
That business of never speaking ill of the dead - its a superstition, surely? Placating the deadie so they don't come back, wreaking a horrible revenge. Ubiquitous, though - you never read an obituary that isn't a hagiography. I'm sure the obituarists would find something nice to say about Hitler - he was a great water-colourist, he liked little children and the autobahns were very good indeed.
See what you mean, mr verge -it reads like there are three categories of humans: men, women and ethnic minorities and the three categories added together will total 105% of the new Cricket Scotland Board. It is typical of official Scottish bureaucratic writing - wordy and unclear. I assume their intention is that 25% of the Board will be drawn from ethnic minorities and that the gender balance will be 40% male, 40% female and 20% something else (trans?), or extra males and females, in which case, the 40 percents would then shift to 50 percents or 60 percent to 40 percent, in which case their stab at gender balance would misfire. Or I suppose they could recruit extra-terrestrials to the floating 20 percentage. But would the extra-terrestrials be male-extra terrestrials or female extra-terrestrials?
In all this fuss, they have totally failed, yet again, to address the very real, ugly aspect of Scottish racism - their hatred of the English, which is condoned and encouraged everywhere, but especially in sport, fuelled by and fuelling Scottish independence from England (they don't care about Wales and Northern Ireland).
So, lets try and get this right for the Scottish Cricket Board, which should comprise:
10% non-white males, 10% non-white females, 10% non-white male to female transexuals, 10% non-white female to male transexuals, 40% white English, 20% white Scottish, a sprinkling of Italian ice-cream families, a good handful of men who have sex with men, some women who have sex with women, some people who chest-feed their babies and some web-footed folk from the Isles. And some war amputees - bladed people. That adds up to 100%, but the sprinklings and handfuls and bladeds will have to also occupy the other categories.
I hope that helps. They probably don't need to have any interest in, or knowledge of cricket. Indeed, it would only detract from their main purpose.
Dear mr v for vengeance; I'm not very good at crosswords, so thank you for your big reveal.
Meanwhile, the niceties of this conversation are redundant as Prince Cash shows how not to conduct oneself when one is a properly stupid stupid person.
Message from mrs ishmael : no sunday ishmael today. Laptop needs repair (or a swift rubdown with a housebrick at this rate.) "No internet driver" - WTF, it had one last night. So please talk among yourselves...
mr mike's adopted countrymen have been good for a smile these last couple of days. Lidia Thorpe's swearing-in started the ball rolling, then came wet bob Kyle Chalmers with his hilarious tattoo - "nur die starken uberleben". (German O-level was long ago and far away but I think the needle should have given that noun a capital S.) Is it meant to be Nietzsche? Or something more in keeping with his gold & green budgie-smugglers - Otto Kretschmer, perhaps. Anyway, goodonim, we could all do with a laugh.
This is Senator Thorpe, for those with a minute to spare and oxygen to hand if needed :
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/world-62377046
(Admirable sentiments, of course, but still...)
v./
Politics is not a sport I'm interested in Down Here, mr verge. It's very amateurish - embarrassing even. Nobody I know watches the TeeVee here unless there is an important rugby match on. A lot of sport is now behind a paywall, so nobody bothers. I can honestly say, I haven't met anybody (OK mine's a small circle) who has had anything good to say on politicians (maggots) for years. Its certainly a topic never discussed when playing golf.
Sounds like a civilised bunch at your golf club, mr mike. And no Germany tattoos, I imagine.
cheers
v./
Well, mr verge, it's normally civilised, but it can get all Waffen SS - particularly amongst the ladies, I have noticed. For the record, some of the most profane language I have witnessed has been from lady members. But generally speaking, all's well in love and war.
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