In the land of the blind, Dan Hodges is king: Well, as you know, Mr. Hodges only has one eye following (if memory serves) an altercation in a pub in which he acted with bravery and was 'glassed' for his troubles. Anyway, in his column in The Mail today, this stalwart Labour party supporter has, so to speak, bitten the bullet and announced that he intends to vote Tory at the election.
Labour is in this mess precisely because it does not believe it should be held accountable. It believes the British people – in particular the working class – owe it a living. ‘It doesn’t matter what we say or do,’ the party has smugly told itself year after year. ‘Working people will still back us. Maybe not enough to form a Government, but we can still luxuriate in opposition.’
That about sums up what passes for political thinking in the mad, mad world of 'Labourland'. They deserve everything they are about to get!
Donald Trump: 'The Painted Turd': There's nothing quite like a nice glass of vitriol to start your day and they don't come more vitriolic than that offered by Mr. David Cole over at 'Takimag'. Give it a read and weep as you laugh.
My man Kamm speaks: Well, he writes rather than speaks but you know what I mean. Also, I don't really 'know' Oliver Kamm, it's just that years ago when I first discovered blogging, his was one of my favourite blogs - even though I didn't always agree with him. Then, alas, 'my ex-best friend, Rupe', hired him as a columnist at The Times which I do not read because I can't afford it! However, from time to time Oliver pops up in other places such as this piece at CapX - and no, me neither! He is always worth reading despite the fact that he is that rare breed, a convinced Blairite, and also a totally committed 'Remoaner'.
The 'Hefferlump' gives a Gallic shrug: Whilst our election is more or less 'a given', in France it is a total lottery. Simon Heffer in The Telegraph boils it down to just one certainty, that if Mde. Le Pen is one of the two finishers to face any of the other candidates in a fortnight's time - she wins. Quel dommage!
T0 ban or not to ban? That is not the question despite the 'Kippers' jumping up and down at the back of the classroom shouting "Ban the burqa!" Fortunately, at the moment, we have more important questions to ponder but that will only last until some female Islamic nutter hides a bomb in her burqa and takes herself and others off to paradise, although given the male domination over that religion she cannot possibly hope for 72 virgins when she arrives! I confess that I loathe and detest the burqa but then, equally, I loathe and detest the tattoos with which women desecrate their bodies. So by and large, in my English way, I shrug and mutter live and let live. However, I do have one unalterable objection and that is to the face veil. I can't quite explain it but there is something totally abhorent about any human refusing to show their face. So, leave the burqa but ban the veil!
"Words, words, words": As this is Shakespeare's birthday I am happy to quote the exasperated 'Prince of Denmark' but actually it is not so much words I am concerned with but the 'correct' way to pronounce them. According to The Mail today this is tricky! Take 'scone', for instance. Do you rhyme it with 'cone' or 'gone'? According to the 'Lady Bracknells' of this world the former is posh and the latter is common! Alas, breeding has nothing to do with it according to some 'word swots' who have studied dialects in England. How you pronounce it depends on where you live. Down 'ere in deepest, darkest 'Zummerzet' they probably say 'scaaarn'!
Better look out, the Klingons are coming! Oooops, sorry, I mean the Clintons are coming. No, no, not Bill, alas, because at least he was a laugh but there are still hints in the media that 'HillBilly' refuses to accept that she lost and is already positioning herself for another run. That's bad enough but there is even worse news - Chelsea, the rich little know-nothing daughter, is considering her chances:
Kevin D. Williamson, who is a very naughty boy, begins his warning notice at The NRO with these words: "Hasn’t Bill Clinton been fellated thoroughly enough?" Hardly in good taste, er, if you know what I mean but then he continues, thus:
Rather than send Bill Clinton into his dotage with a generous allowance of Viagra and interns, they gave his wife — his batty, corrupt, inept, corrupt, feckless, corrupt, preening, unbearable, corrupt, condescending, and corrupt wife — the Senate seat being vacated by Daniel Patrick Moynihan, the last good Democrat.
Well, we all know what happened after that - nothing much except that she became the Secretary of State and oversaw the murder of several of her diplomatic personnel. Is it any wonder that even 'The Donald' beat her to the Presidency?
But the Klingons - sorry, sorry - the Clintons never give up. Stepping up for her turn on the stage comes Chelsea and Mr. Williamson sums it up this:
Have a little self-respect, Democrats. Build Bill Clinton a statue or . . . whatever. Send him your daughters like a bunch of bone-in-the-nose primitives paying tribute to the tribal chieftain. But stop trying to inflict this empty-headed, grasping, sanctimonious, risible, simpering, saccharine little twerp on American public life.
Crikey, doesn't mince his words, does he?
No more rumbles today