Clusterfuck To The Poor House

A slowly growing sense of hopelessness and impending doom

Story #1: London’s burning. Again.

Story #2: The markets are in freefall and various economies are failing. Again.

Story #3: There’s been a massive increase in crime in rural areas since the recession started.

I don’t know what story #4 was on the BBC’s early evening news yesterday because I switched off at that point.

Each of the stories was presented in isolation, with fuck all by way of analysis or thought apart from a flash of Stephanie Flanders’ revolting green skirt.

It’s all linked, of course, and none of it is remotely surprising for those with half-an-inch of long-term memory. It happened in the 80s during a recession. It happened during the 90s in a recession. Just because we didn’t have a recession for 15 years doesn’t mean we should raise an eyebrow that the slash and burn approach to economics adopted by PBD and Gideon have resulted in exactly the same social upheaval that occurred when That Bloody Woman did the same thing three decades ago.

There are only two differences now.

First, rolling news channels have been invented. They’ve got to fill all that airtime somehow. The riots of the 80s just got ten minutes at the start of the evening news bulletin. Now it’s all riots, all the time. Breaking news is the new light entertainment.

Second, our leaders – the people in whom apparently sane and rational individuals were inexplicably prepared to place their trust just over a year ago – were absent. Whatever other flaws she had (and I think she had a couple), you can’t imagine a complete vacuum in Downing Street when That Bloody Woman was in charge. Even Bliar and Arrivederci Gordon realised some bugger had to hold the fort.

Everybody deserves a holiday. Even PBD and Gideon. (Or, more accurately, their families.) But, in real life, everybody in my department is not allowed to go on holiday at the same time. It is shameful beyond comprehension that the Prime Minister, the Deputy Prime Minister, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, the Home Secretary and the Mayor of London were all on holiday at the same time.

And I notice Chauncey Gardiner was on his hols, too, only deigning to come back from Devon’s Adenoid Extraction Recovery Unit AFTER PBD had announced he was getting on a plane to fly back from Tuscany. That tells you everything you need to know about our Leader (sic) of the Opposition.

What was our Coalition administration’s stunning Plan B while everyone topped up their tans? William Hague and Vince Cable. The former, a man whose leadership credentials have already been roundly rejected by the British electorate in a plebiscite; the latter, a man whose sole achievement over the past 15 months has been to demonstrate his lack of temperamental suitability for ministerial office. It shows how well the Don’t Panic Double Act went that first Nick Clegg, then Theresa May and then finally PBD dragged their sorry arses back to work like a half-hearted zombie invasion.

Gideon remains absent, soaking up the Californian sun. Rome burns but it’s nothing to do with him, guv.

Of course, the real salt is yet to be rubbed into the wound. Wait for it – it’s coming: the emergency police powers. We’re inches away from a police state. But then maybe that’s what our politicians have wanted all along.

And one final thing. What the fuck has this got to do with the Olympics? How many people were murdered in Los Angeles in 1983? Or Beijing in 2007? Grow a fucking pair. If you want to try to shift attention away from the fact that you have wrought this on yourselves by pursuing exclusionary policies, fine. But some of us would have preferred all along if the £9.3 billion or more of public money being spent on the Olympics had been spent pursuing inclusionary policies.

Not for the first time, the Minister quotes with approval Tom McRae:
Rioters of London, remember to leave some real estate standing so mortgage companies have a product to deny you.
I wish the poor shopkeepers luck in claiming on their insurance or getting small business loans. The wrong buildings are on fire.

(Thanks to Radio Nixon for the post title.)

How to call out Gideon without using the word ‘cunt’

I love this woman:

I’m no economist but a blind man can see that we’re in the shit. Everything – and I mean everything – Gideon has done, from more tax on North Sea oil to cancelling defence contracts which provide the only jobs available in some parts of the country, has been a disaster. He won’t cut VAT, which would get spending up, and the only job he’s created was for Coulson – a decision which has so far cost 500 jobs, closed a £160m newspaper and may even bring down the Government.

I had expected so much more of a 2:1 history graduate and career politician with the face of an 18th Century French aristocrat whose defining achievement in life, at the age of 40, is that he changed his name because it didn’t sound Prime Ministerial enough.

I had expected he’d screw things up over several years, rather than just the one. Now, can anyone explain why he’s still in a job?

…even if she is a journalist.

30 years of hurt never stopped me dreaming…

Whether we like[d] it or not, the single most important British political event of my generation’s life (to date) occurred 30 years ago today.

Can’t think what it was?  Let me jog your memory:

Where there is discord, may we bring harmony. Where there is error, may we bring truth. Where there is doubt, may we bring faith. And where there is despair, may we bring hope.

Seriously, those four lines never stop making me laugh.  Or vomit.

As a seven-year-old I wasn’t too politically aware: I remember going with my mother when she voted (NOT for That Bloody Woman, I hasten to add) and I remember it being a big deal that we had a woman Prime Minister.


Nice legs, shame about the boat race

But fuck it: I’ve not got a good word to say about the woman, so there’s no point pretending just because of an anniversary.

She won in 1979 and she did what she wanted.  The “reforms” she heralded were a social fucking catastrophe.  She would have been out on her arse at the first time of asking if she hadn’t engineered a war with Argentina.  What she went on to do after 1983 made this a less nice place to live and ultimately resulted in the Clusterfuck.  History isn’t going to be half as kind to her as she thinks it is.

Still, we sort of got the last laugh: she’s gone down with dementia, been widowed, seen her son convicted for trying – and characteristically failing – to orchestrate an African coup and her daughter outed as a “racist” with a bad attitude, and is hopefully condemned to another couple of decades of sitting in her own piss before we all get to enjoy a fucking massive nationwide street party when she finally gives up the ghost.

You may have brought despair, Margaret.  But we’re still clinging to that last bit of hope.

You’re a star in the face of the sky

No, dude: tell him what you really think…

It’s nice that he managed to get this diatribe in before Arrivederci finally shuffles off to spend more time with his family and/or the International Criminal Court in The Hague.

It is, of course, a shame that (a) he’s still a Tory cunt, and (b) he’s chosen to trouser vast amounts salary, expenses and perks as an utterly impotent Member of the utterly impotent European Parliament instead of actually doing something constructive about everything he says is wrong with the world.

I take solace in the fact that he’s apparently only six weeks older than me but looks like he’s living in 1952.

Clowns to the left of me; jokers to the right

The US has announced details of a plan to buy up to $1 trillion (£686bn) worth of toxic assets to help repair banks’ balance sheets.

The “Public-Private Investment Programme” will purchase the troubled mortgages and securities that have been at the root of the credit crunch.

The Treasury has committed $75bn to $100bn to the programme and said the private sector would also contribute.

Investors welcomed the news, with stocks rising in the US and Europe.

NO FUCKING SHIT!

Fuck their pensions and bonuses: when the fuck are we going to see the cunts that perpetrated this Clusterfuck in the dock on charges related to trading while insolvent?

They can’t draw their fucking pension if they’re in Pentonville.

Or spend their fucking bonus if their assets have been seized to pay back some of the gazillions of quid they lost through greed and incompetence.

Or lord it like smug cunts if the ‘Genial’ Harry Grout is arranging their rape in the prison showers.

Sorry.

Forgive me.

Like the New Queen Mother Stephen Fry, I’m just overcome with grief.

Where did I leave my 16-page Jade pull-out tribute from today’s Sun…?