Browny has the baby

I feel sorry for Gordon Brown. It would appear that before Gordon was handed the Labour baby, the baby had a severe case of diarrhoea, and now it's just shit itself in Gordon's arms, all over his best suit!

Since he has taken over, scandal after scandal has emerged and pressure is growing for his resignation. Firstly after apparently bottling it to call a general election, Northern Rock almost collapsed and the government gave them £24 Billion of the taxpayers money. As if that wasn't bad enough a few weeks ago some idiot at the Department for Work and Pensions sent two discs in unrecorded, insecure post containing the details (including the bank accounts) of up to 25 million people.

Now this week Harriet Harlot, sorry, Harman has been accused of accepting unlawful donations for her deputy leader campaign. These donations were made by an influential Labour donor, hidden behind apparent donations of several other Labour supporters and finally through a woman who had no knowledge of them. Subsequently Labour face repaying £600,000 of donations to clear their name!

Oh Gordon Gordon, what are you going to do to keep your party in order. As I said at the start I feel sorry for him, but he's going to have to get his house in order very quickly to maintain any credibility.

Today I watched Prime Minister's Question time. Usually a humdrum affair, today it was explosive! The leader of the Conservatives David Cameron, a laughable and socially impotent man, savaged Brown at the dispatch box. Savaged no less!! Gordon needs something big to come back form this. If a laughable nerd like Cameron savages anyone, it's getting close to their final curtain I'm sure. Unfortunately what Brown needs now is a national disaster, to bring everyone behind him.

The debate, if you could call it that, did have it's comedic moments. Quote of the day has to go to Lib Dem MP Vince Cable with this gem:

"The house has noticed the prime minister's remarkable transformation in the last few weeks from Stalin to Mr Bean"

There's nothing much more to say!

Heather Mills McCartney can do more for the world than recycling her leg!

Crackpot divorcee Heather Mills McCartney has come out today in support of Vegan organisation Viva. Viva support vegetarianism, veganism and animal rights. They have recently launched a new campaign entitled HOT!. This campaign purports to save the environment by highlighting the contribution us meat eaters make to the ever popular bandwagon topic of climate change.

She was interviewed on London talk radio station LBC today and crumbled under the pressure of questioning by presenter Nick Ferrari, finally hanging up after being asked some searching questions about her involvement.

I have, or should I say had, no particular problem with or interest in the wooden legged bint. However she has now become just another environment zealot.

What the fuck are these people trying to achieve, demonising the consumption of meat products by trying to link their production to global warming? Everything thing we do these days is somehow being linked to environment change, whether it's driving our cars, going on holiday, using the lights in our houses, keeping ourselves warm and now apparently, having a nice piece of steak for your tea.

Well I've got news for these greasy haired, sap sucking, bleeding heart self righteous cunts: The good normal people of the world will not stop eating meat for you or for any other fucking idiot who come up with some wild figure about how many tons of CO2 meat processing produces.

This is just another pathetic attempt to use the fallacy of climate change in a tenuous link to their own ends. I'm sick of being told when to turn my lights on and off, to turn my thermostat down and to drive a car made out of sustainable balsa powered by bird droppings. It feels like I can't do anything any longer without the threat of the environment zealots looking over my shoulder and telling me that I'm singularly responsible for the downfall of the planet and the melting of the polar ice caps.

I have an idea for Viva and Heather. Before you tell me to stop eating meat, something that I not only enjoy, but something that I feel is exercising my choice, a basic human right. Why don't you firstly get the USA to sign up to the Kyoto agreement and then discuss with China their use of fossil fuels and consumption of the Earth's natural mineral commodities. Yes that's it, why don't you stop targeting the normal people who are going about their normal, everyday lives enjoying a bacon sandwich or a chateau briand of an evening? Escalate these campaigns to the real culprits of 'supposed' climate change .

No actually, that would be too difficult, nay, impossible. On second thoughts, just keep trying to make the weak minded and impressionable citizens of the world scared to have a bit of lunch. That'll be easier for foodophobes and do-gooders.

A closing thought, much like Jerry Springer but without the patronising undertone:

If God didn't want us to eat animals, he wouldn't have made them out of meat.



See the fucking loonies cry here and make up your own mind : http://www.viva.org.uk/

Sean Kingston

You can't sing and they only put you on TV so all the fat teenagers think there's someone out there, even for them.

Give it up Sean, while you still have some dignity left, you fat tosser.

Facebook

I've got one of them Facebook things now. It's not a book, but my face is on it.

I tried to resist the temptation of this for ages, as I love to go against the popular flow. However I thought it a good way to keep even less in touch with people by replacing them with a link to a small photo on a website that I'll never look at. Also I get to know fascinating things about them like: What book I'm reading just now, What mood I'm in (portrayed by a little smiley thing) and When was the last time I had a pooh. Ok I made the last one up, but I might introduce it to my Facebook page.... just.... well just because I can.

All of this intimate and completely superfluous information about people I hardly ever see means that when I do see them, we'll have even less to talk about. Unless of course, it's about what's on their Facebook page.

Progress.

Wow it's dusty in here.

It is indeed dusty in here as I haven't been in for over a year. This blog has been stored in my garden shed, under the decorating stuff in a damp cardboard box. I only came across it again the other day when putting the barbecue away for the winter. Unfortunatley it's discoloured slightly as I think the mice have been weeing on it.

Now that I've found it again I might dust off the cobwebs and start using it. A bit of Mr Sheen and WD40 and it'll be good to go.

I'm sorry for neglecting you, Blog. A whole year's worth of ranting and potentially funny stuff has passed and you've missed it all. I'll try and keep you filled in, in future.