What the? That's what, four days since the last one? Shit, I am bored...
Anyway, was reading Nick Robinson's (of "didn't know you cared," to George Bush fame) BBC Blog earlier, and he had an interview with that pompous git of a Shadow Chancellor, George Osborne. Most of what was said consisted of the usual Tory moaning and whining, but one phrase, surprisingly, stuck with me: "David Cameron and the modern Conservatives." Admittedly, it may have been used before, but I hadn't heard it. Then again, I don't like wading through shit.
Either way, there was something about the phrase that hit me. Ignoring the lack of a capital letter for "modern," which could make everything I'm about to say redundant, it stuck me as the type of stunt that we've seen all before.
Ok, New Labour really were "New," but only in the sense that that 19th century vacuum cleaner you bought to replace the aging, yet fixable old one, was "new." What we got was the same old fan propelling the same old shit down our throats, and the continued decline of socialism. So maybe not "'New' Labour," but perhaps "'Different' Labour."
Either way, they'd changed. So how are the "Modern Conservatives" (or "modern Conservatives," if you insist) going to change? A sudden sharp turn to the left? Yeah right. To the right, then? If they go any further right, as their hilarious actions in Europe are suggesting, they might as well merge with the fucking BNP. Wonderful.
Like it or not (I'd like to emphasise the word "not" as much as possible), the Tories are getting in, and we know what happened last time. Thatcher's continued murder of Socialism goes unstopped, and the island's fucked. Just as New Labour didn't win any votes in 1997, they just got the vote against the Tories, so too will the "Modern Conservatives" will the anti-Labour vote this time around.
This two party system pretty much sums up my whole distrust and suspicion of party politics. Until there is a strong, Left Wing party, my views will never be represented in that mad house. Society's too fucking big.
Which incidentally, makes Welsh independence all the more vital, neatly bringing every aspect of the title here.
Or something like that, I started watching Monty Python half way through, and completely lost track of my trail of thought...
Tuesday 30 June 2009
Thursday 25 June 2009
You Never Talk To Me
Holy shit, it's a post!
... Or something like that. No, you're not getting a detailed life story of what happened in the however many months that I haven't posted. Even I don't give a shit what happened, so I see no reason why anyone else should.
Nor am I going to go on about the racist cunts getting in in those elections. To be perfectly honest, I don't know what to say that hasn't been said already. Eggcept (pathetic, I know...) a major congratulations to the guys who threw the eggs. They should make that a sport, National Throw an Egg at a Racist Day. I'm in.
Instead, let's talk about the other recent election - the Speaker of the House of Commons. I was sad enough to watch it, and got extremely annoyed at the incessant bowing and hat taking off. Bloody House of Lords...
Anyway, as soon as Jack Straw got tennis elbow and the event drew to a close, the real business began. The verdict? I don't like him. There's something about him that makes me uneasy, though I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it's the lingering knowledge that he was a member of the Monday Club, and no matter how far left he's turned since then (though let's be honest, New Labour isn't exactly left-wing), having that type of history is an immediate cause for suspicion.
Or maybe it's the patronising way he conducted Prime Minister's Questions yesterday. He let that "debate" about public investment go on far too long, it was utterly obvious that both Brown and Cameron were just repeating themselves, and it ended up as pointless point scoring (yes, that was pathetic too...). Bring back Betty!
Still, give the guy a chance, I suppose - it's not as if we get a say. All depends on how far he goes to reform the place. Which, inevitably, won't be far enough.
On a related note, let's hope the SNP win Michael Martin's Glasgow (East? West? Does it matter? One of them, anyway) seat. Though they'll likely have another chance soon, with a General Election on the way. On the plus side, I'll finally get a chance to vote, on the down side, the Tories are going to win. Shit. Usually, in this type of situation, I'd probably advocate an election, but not if it means the Tories get in. I genuinely don't understand why anyone would want to vote for those slimy, bloodthirsty gits.
Oh well. Maybe I'll move to Switzerland and live as a hermit for the rest of my life.
... Or something like that. No, you're not getting a detailed life story of what happened in the however many months that I haven't posted. Even I don't give a shit what happened, so I see no reason why anyone else should.
Nor am I going to go on about the racist cunts getting in in those elections. To be perfectly honest, I don't know what to say that hasn't been said already. Eggcept (pathetic, I know...) a major congratulations to the guys who threw the eggs. They should make that a sport, National Throw an Egg at a Racist Day. I'm in.
Instead, let's talk about the other recent election - the Speaker of the House of Commons. I was sad enough to watch it, and got extremely annoyed at the incessant bowing and hat taking off. Bloody House of Lords...
Anyway, as soon as Jack Straw got tennis elbow and the event drew to a close, the real business began. The verdict? I don't like him. There's something about him that makes me uneasy, though I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it's the lingering knowledge that he was a member of the Monday Club, and no matter how far left he's turned since then (though let's be honest, New Labour isn't exactly left-wing), having that type of history is an immediate cause for suspicion.
Or maybe it's the patronising way he conducted Prime Minister's Questions yesterday. He let that "debate" about public investment go on far too long, it was utterly obvious that both Brown and Cameron were just repeating themselves, and it ended up as pointless point scoring (yes, that was pathetic too...). Bring back Betty!
Still, give the guy a chance, I suppose - it's not as if we get a say. All depends on how far he goes to reform the place. Which, inevitably, won't be far enough.
On a related note, let's hope the SNP win Michael Martin's Glasgow (East? West? Does it matter? One of them, anyway) seat. Though they'll likely have another chance soon, with a General Election on the way. On the plus side, I'll finally get a chance to vote, on the down side, the Tories are going to win. Shit. Usually, in this type of situation, I'd probably advocate an election, but not if it means the Tories get in. I genuinely don't understand why anyone would want to vote for those slimy, bloodthirsty gits.
Oh well. Maybe I'll move to Switzerland and live as a hermit for the rest of my life.
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