tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5966910190809997202024-03-05T13:01:44.113+00:00Banti BanterI am, therefore I thinkUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger241125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-73202143261955252332023-10-27T23:14:00.001+01:002023-10-27T23:14:38.270+01:00Global warming won't kill us off; global whining will.<div>Global warming won't kill us off; global whining will.</div><div><br></div><div>There are people seeking out new worlds, and there are people seeking to make our current world a better place. Both are doing right. </div><div><br></div><div>So go on Elon, let's do this: I'll fight Cohaagen for you. Mars or bust! š¤š</div><div><br></div><div>Climate change is inevitable, and none of it is anthropogenic. It's a hill I'm okay to die on. Wanna argue? I'm game. Just BYOKleenex. It won't end well.</div><div><br></div><div>As for plastic and such, I agree. We waste more than we consume. We are filthy and messy. Dirty streets, lawns cluttered with plastic bags and broken plastic clothes' pegs, clogged drains, fish choking in the sea and rivers, the oceans throwing up our waste it can't digest onto what used to be pristine beaches - you get the gist. We're collectively the butt-scratching, bogey-flicking, flea-invested stereotypical bums. That's all we need to change.</div><div><br></div><div>And carbon-di-oxide? Some more of it will be welcome. The dominant life form on the planet, on which we depend for our sustenance will be grateful for it:</div><div><br></div><div>Plants, trees, grass, bamboo, plankton, cacti, wheat, rice, NEED COĀ².</div><div><br></div><div>No plants, no carbs, no plants, no livestock, no plants, no chicken. No plants, no furniture, no doors, no windows, unless you use PVC, which the disciples of St Greta of Thunberg are so against the production of. Not so much the usage, just the production.</div><div><br></div><div>And finally, no plants, no bacon. That for me, is the final straw.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-34380455248179603632023-08-27T10:55:00.003+01:002023-08-27T11:06:14.482+01:00Notice me<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lately I've been noticing,<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm always bringing winter's spring<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm always here to summon warmth<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">To hearts grown cold with frigid sting<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I turn grey skies to blue<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">So no-one thinks that I am blue<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">It's like they've forgotten that I am a human<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">With more emotions that I know to do with<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I've got no-one to spew them to<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Or at least that's how it feels like sometimes<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Who knows if it's the truth, but<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lately, I've been noticing<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll light the paths before their feet<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll let the shadows fall on me<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">It it only means that they can see<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">And this is who I want to be<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Be there for anyone in need, but<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Often times, I'm just a stepping-stone</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">When they find out where they're going</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Their destination isn't me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So, it feels like their life's on been on a lock</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And I'm just the key, but</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm here for myself at the end of the day</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I've had to adapt to be this way</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I need validation too, but</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll have to be the one to say</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That regardless of what life has in store</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll always be okay</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll always choose to see the rainbows bend</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Even when I'm dripping, drenched in rain</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll always look up to admire the stars</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And learn them all by name</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And I'll know that someone's looking down</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And wants to know me, just the same</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And knowing this, is comforting, because</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lately I've been noticing</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No one seems to notice me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Notice me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">~ Ellen Everett</span><br /><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-32367994222714312632023-08-20T14:33:00.002+01:002023-08-20T14:34:07.068+01:00The LionessesI'm not a football fan. Never have been. I see it like I see the WWE - staged. There's way too much money in it for it not to be. My eyes glaze over and my head looks for a different kind of Zen-Zone when people start talking about their favourite clubs and who 'bought' who and for how much. I just don't care. Football bores me.<div><br></div><div>That said, I watched the Lionesses play today. I watched them lose, and I saw their sullen, teary faces after the game. From where I'm looking, these girls did good. I am hugely proud of them. That's my team, that's my club. From now on, I will follow nothing else but the England Women's Squad.</div><div><br></div><div>It's a natural fit. They're Lionesses. </div><div><br></div><div>And my name is Singh.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The thought of what I have been honoured with is still a surreal feeling.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-4491890258209191182022-06-08T18:51:00.001+01:002022-06-08T18:54:36.302+01:00Strike #365<div>"Commuters are set to face more transport misery in London on the 21st of June when a planned strike takes place on the Tube and the country's railways."</div><div><br></div><div>Has there been a single year that they have NOT had a strike? What do they want this time?</div><div><br></div><div>We ALL paid, and are still paying for the lockdowns, which incidently, the unions STILL want. What makes THEM special?</div><div><br></div><div>A lot of people depend on me to guide them through depressing periods of long unemployment. I couldn't DREAM of downing tools for any reason. Heck, I skip lunch 4 days a week. People need me. I choose to do this, and trust me, it is NOT a gravy train. Yours is. My pay and pension, if I live long enough, is a pittance compared to someone who essentially drives stick.</div><div><br></div><div>Don't do it. Please.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>https://news.sky.com/story/transport-services-in-london-set-to-suffer-more-disruption-on-the-first-of-three-days-of-rail-and-tube-strikes-12630180</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-52769978620800925112022-05-16T22:42:00.001+01:002022-05-16T23:36:53.305+01:00The Margaret Thatcher Statue<div>Turns out, Thatcher's statue was pelted with eggs within hours of being installed.</div><div><br></div><div>It's a chunk of bronze. It can't feel a thing, but a few grocers made a mint out of selling eggs to some infantalised morons.</div><div><br></div><div>I can assure you, Maggie didn't feel a thing. Even if her soul resided in that effigy.</div><div><br></div><div>No one did. You probably got off on it, but that's a week's breakfast you lobbed on to a statue. So much for the cost of living crisis. </div><div><br></div><div>Food bank, anyone?</div><div><br></div><div>"Why are you hungry?"</div><div><br></div><div>"I just chucked 7 days' breakfast on a statue of a person who died before my kids were born. She stole their milk. Before they were born. Actually, someone who was Prime Minister even before I was born."</div><div><br></div><div>And I'll bet the grocers are celebrating the grocer's daughter, as am I. As I am sure Maggie is, wherever she is. A fool and his money are soon parted.</div><div><br></div><div>Fucking idiots.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-87387045786804835802022-05-16T19:26:00.001+01:002022-05-16T19:26:38.291+01:00The Comedy Just Writes Itself<div>Labour are turning away members from voting in the Wakefield candidate hustings due to a lack of Photo ID.</div><div><br></div><div>Irony just got owned.</div><div><br></div><div>š</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-59916180148867892612022-05-01T13:25:00.001+01:002022-05-01T16:42:50.675+01:00I'm Too Good For This<div>You know this thing, about parents and educators telling their kids they can be anything they want to be? Well, most can't. Hell, I wanted to work in advertising. Ogilvy & Mather stuff. It didn't happen. It probably won't ever happen, despite the fact that I am supremely confident that I can come up with a killer slogan. I still can; this post, and everything else I write is proof of that.</div><div><br></div><div>Truth be told, no one can be what they want to be. They've gotta put something on the table. Stuff someone wants to pay for. That said, what they CAN be is themselves, or maybe an extension of themselves. Another topic, another time.</div><div><br></div><div>Teach them to be who and what they are. Most successful people focus on what they can do, as opposed to striving for something they can't. Not yet anyway. There's a skills-set they yet have to acquire and hone, skills they will find in the unlikeliest of places.</div><div><br></div><div>A lot of the time, flipping burgers at McDonald's or slicing braised and minced meat off at a doner kebab thingamagig/thingamabob or slogging away in an Amazon workhouse, could get them somewhere.</div><div><br></div><div>Face customers, face the abuse you sometimes get; get used to crazy hours, being on your feet all day, working to deadlines and targets, and you know what? Master that, and THEN, you can be what you want to be. If you can't hold a job that entails "Just the burger, or would you like a meal deal? I can throw in a drink and chips for an additional Ā£1.50", or some easy sell like that, you're not ready for anything. For employment, for dating, for real life, or a cushy job where your biggest challenge is facing the 'no jeans or trainers policy' of the blue chips you want to be working for.</div><div><br></div><div>You are more attractive to any would-be employer if you're gainfully employed and holding down a job that pushes you mentally and physically than if you are biding time until the 'right opportunity' comes along. Tell me, please pray tell me if you think a job is beneath you, and I will tell you that you are beneath ANY job under the sun.</div><div><br></div><div>Biding time won't help. It just won't. You'll end up having nothing to show for yourself if and when it does. Biding time is NOT the grifter any employer is looking for. That ethic died a long time ago.Your snobbery killed it.</div><div><br></div><div>It needs to come back to life.</div><div><br></div><div>Read this again, and then read it some more.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-81868713156233370952022-04-22T18:34:00.001+01:002022-04-22T23:48:51.307+01:00Loooong Covid<div><div>I'm an employment adviser.</div><div><br></div><div>Someone I have been working with for some time has just been fired from a job she started a mere week ago - for refusing to take the 2nd & 3rd jab.</div><div><br></div><div>This was her first job since March 2020. Suffering from the trauma of long term unemployment and severe low esteem, she'd come a long way since I started to help her.</div><div><br></div><div>She phoned me with squeals of utter joy when she was offered the job. She is only 22, with no qualifications, and an intelligence quotient at 22 that I would be envious of when I was 40.</div><div><br></div><div>Her confidence right now is at rock bottom. Far worse than it was when I first met her.</div><div><br></div><div>We're both gutted. The virus didn't break us. Our response to it did. And it continues to do so.</div><div><br></div><div>This sucks.</div><div>šŖš”</div></div><div>šŖš”</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-4735604196618245062022-04-17T15:51:00.001+01:002022-04-17T15:51:22.281+01:00Elon Musk<div>My current favourite thing these days is that the richest man in the world is an African-American immigrant.</div><div><br></div><div>And the best thing about that is that the soya-lattĆØ set is now rooting FOR Saudi Arabia, Wall Street, Vanguard / Blackrock and AGAINST free speech, liberty and the dude who makes electric cars and is going to Mars.</div><div><br></div><div>Go on, Elon, give 'em hell.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This could be and should have been tested and proved in the space of a few hours.<div><br></div><div>Novak Djokovic is not some shady terrorist or a danger to Australian society. He isn't planning on claiming asylum or be a drain on public resources. He's there to play a bit of tennis and then he'll go back home. The Australian Open will be all the richer for it. Australia would be all the richer for it. The world of tennis would be richer for it.</div><div><br></div><div>Novak Djokovic (or the people who manage his admin) got the visa application wrong. They forgot to cross a "T" or dot an "i" somewhere, but hey, some bureaucrat on a power trip is getting off on this. Nothing new here.</div><div><br></div><div>Everyone knows why Novak Djokovic is in Australia. He's not there to snog the locals. He's there to hit a ball with a racquet.</div><div><br></div><div>Australia's lost the plot.</div><div><br></div><div>#IAmDjokovic.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-46621482493765246832021-11-21T11:16:00.001+00:002021-11-21T11:16:44.908+00:00Parenting Done Badly<div>My friend the Bartman opines... and I agree.</div><div><br></div><div>"I see the other side are spreading a meme with words from Anthony Huberās parents condemning the verdict. They say that the verdict allows armed men to travel to places to incite violence and kill people. </div><div><br></div><div>This would be somewhat more convincing if Anthony Huber hadnāt been the one who travelled to a place to start violence. If Anthony Huber hadnāt been the one who started violence. The fact that his violence was met by a better armed person was the direct consequence of the months of violence Anthony Huber supported and probably participated in prior to the night he died. </div><div><br></div><div>Ordinarily Iād say there can be nothing worse than losing a child. </div><div><br></div><div>In this case Iād say that those describing this verdict as sickening, are themselves sickening. Including Anthony Huberās parents. </div><div><br></div><div>He died because you didnāt do your fucking job as parents. Because you didnāt teach him right from wrong. Because you failed. Because you raised an entitled Antifa shitbag who thought that he could rob, steal, burn, beat people up as a form of play akin to LARPing or a paintball session. And he did this with friends who included a multiple child rapist. </div><div><br></div><div>You raised a fucking communist and the world was improved by his death. Thatās on you, shitty parents, not Kyle. Kyle just refused to let your son beat and kick him to death. How many people had your son hurt before this? How many people would have been better off if you were stricter, or firmer, or more decent yourselves when your son first showed signs of becoming a worthless man? </div><div><br></div><div>My son and my daughter are everything. If either of them grow up to be an Anthony Huber, Iāll know I did a shit job and I wonāt blame the guy who defended himself when they were trying to kill him. Iād blame myself. </div><div><br></div><div>But thatās something leftists never do. They canāt teach responsibility and decency because they never take responsibility themselves. They live in a world without consequence, a world of inverted morality, a world where simple and basic truths like rioting is bad and defending yourself from violent criminals is understandable just donāt apply. Itās always somebody elseās fault. Itās always systemic, or waycist, or fucking colonialism, or some absurd justification. Itās never them making the worst moral choices you can and then running up against a brick wall called Reality. </div><div><br></div><div>Fuck Anthony Huber, and fuck his parents too. Itās on you. You have more responsibility for that night than Kyle has. The guilt is your sons, and yours, and every equally shitty deluded person who was on the side of a child rapist and on the side of burning down neighbourhoods."</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-78695252453191062272021-10-31T01:42:00.001+01:002021-10-31T01:47:29.452+01:00You've Changed<div><br></div><div><div><i>"You've changed."</i></div><div><br></div><div>Well, fuck me! Of course I have. It's called evolution. It's called growing up. It's called learning and adapting from lived experiences. So hell yes, I've changed.</div><div><br></div><div>You're never the same person you were yesterday, why should you be? HOW could you be?</div><div><br></div><div>You get burned and lauded, browbeaten and egged on, encouraged and disenheartend, cursed and blessed, praised and vilified in the space of a single day, on a regular basis. And you think that doesn't rewire the circuits of anyone's mind?</div><div><br></div><div>Yes. I have changed. I'll keep changing. And you, dear reader of this post midnight post, are in all probability, one of the reasons why.</div><div><br></div><div>Chew on that.</div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just stop embarrassing her and her family. Just stop. </div><div><br></div><div>Get yourself a drink and calm the fuck down.</div><div><br></div><div>INTEGRATED. Read that word again. Look it up. It does not mean assimilated, or converted, or compromised. Or a coconut.</div><div><br></div><div>Morons. Fucking race-baiting morons everywhere. I've had enough of you.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-8691904017933063032021-07-24T02:48:00.000+01:002021-07-24T02:48:15.052+01:00A Few Masked Men<div id="tweet_1" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417578429176680451" dir="auto">Senator Paul: </div><div id="tweet_1" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417578429176680451" dir="auto">"I want the truth!"<br><br>Dr. Fauci:</div><div id="tweet_1" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417578429176680451" dir="auto">"You can't handle the truth!</div><div id="tweet_1" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417578429176680451" dir="auto"><br>Son, we live in a world that has viruses, and those viruses have to be guarded by people with PhDs. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Senator Graham? I have a greater responsibility than you can *possibly* fathom.</div><div class="google-auto-placed"><ins data-ad-format="auto" class="adsbygoogle adsbygoogle-noablate" data-ad-client="ca-pub-3755072543989337" data-adsbygoogle-status="done" data-ad-status="filled"><ins tabindex="0" title="Advertisement" aria-label="Advertisement"><ins><br></ins></ins></ins></div><div class="google-auto-placed"><ins data-ad-format="auto" class="adsbygoogle adsbygoogle-noablate" data-ad-client="ca-pub-3755072543989337" data-adsbygoogle-status="done" data-ad-status="filled"><ins id="aswift_1_expand" tabindex="0" title="Advertisement" aria-label="Advertisement"><ins id="aswift_1_anchor">You weep for the 4 million dead and you curse the NIH. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that their deaths, while tragic, probably saved grants; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves grants.</ins></ins></ins></div><div id="tweet_2" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417578717216313347" dir="auto"><br></div><div id="tweet_3" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579030576963585" dir="auto">You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me in Wuhan -- you *need* me in Wuhan.<br><br>We use words like "research," "funding," "gain-of-function." We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something.</div><div id="tweet_3" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579030576963585" dir="auto"><br></div><div id="tweet_3" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579030576963585" dir="auto">You use them as a punch line.</div><div id="tweet_4" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579292465143808" dir="auto"><br>I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who takes the experimental medicines I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide them.<br><br>I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a face mask and stand six feet away. Either way, I don't give a DAMN what you think you're entitled to!"</div><div id="tweet_5" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579633520746496" dir="auto"><br></div><div id="tweet_5" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579633520746496" dir="auto">Paul: </div><div id="tweet_5" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579633520746496" dir="auto">"Did you fund the gain-of-function research?"</div><div id="tweet_5" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579633520746496" dir="auto"><br></div><div id="tweet_6" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579730304258048" dir="auto">Fauci: </div><div id="tweet_6" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579730304258048" dir="auto">"I did the job..."</div><div id="tweet_6" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579730304258048" dir="auto"><br>Paul: </div><div id="tweet_6" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579730304258048" dir="auto">"Did you fund the gain-of-function research?"<br><br>Fauci: </div><div id="tweet_6" class="content-tweet allow-preview" data-controller="thread" data-action="click->thread#showTweet" data-screenname="TheAmishDude" data-tweet="1417579730304258048" dir="auto">"YOU'RE GOD DAMNED RIGHT I DID!"</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-23556530766277003532021-07-24T02:45:00.000+01:002021-07-24T02:45:09.970+01:00A Jab At The Hijab<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Hijab, Niqab, same thing, same thing, innit? Well no, but I know what people mean. I've just come out of a debate calling for a ban on it. Suspend the splitting of hairs for now, and know that each time I say Hijab or Burqa, I mean Niqab. They're not the same thing, but in many ways they are. What follows below is what I said:</span><br>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I don't think we should ban any kind of clothing or means of self-expression - that's not who we are. This is not the Jedi way. I wear a turban, and I've never faced any problems of discrimination, or singling out, ever. I've waltzed through half a dozen of international airports with and without my turban, even though the picture on my passport is of me WITH turban, as is with most Sikhs. Any comparisons with helmets and balaclavas when you fill up with petrol or go into Barclays is tenuous and far-fetched. They're not the same thing.</span><br>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Having said that, my problem with the burqa or the full-face veil has nothing to do with tolerance - it's to do with the tolerance of intolerance. It is true that the burqa or hijab is NOT mandated in Islam, and that it is a cultural overhang - a male-centric tribal fetish, if you will. My own faith is riddled with similar idiots.</span><br>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Our fight (<i>'our Jihad'?</i>) mustn't be with the women who wear it willingly, they have every right to do so. Our fight (<i>'our Crusade'?</i>) mustn't be with the women who <b>HAVE</b> to wear it because of the men that mandate it, enforce it, and demand of women to comply with their misogynistic, patriarchal attitudes. The former are champions of self-expression, while the latter are victims. They need our help, your revulsion of them isn't helping them, or you. Or common decency.</span><br>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Banning something doesn't work - all it does is push the problem underground - below the radar of free and public discourse and scrutiny - like insanely high taxes push businesses into the grey market. It never really goes away, and it obligates otherwise moderate people into falling in with the aforementioned tribal constructs - reinforcing the 'us and them' narrative, that fundamentalists thrive on and incubate head-lopping slave trading pimps in.</span><br>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">So what IS the proper response then? How do we help our fellow citizens break free from the shackles that bind them? How can we set people free? Women's rights are enshrined in British Law. So is tolerance. Where the law fails, is it's inability to break through impenetrable social barriers which oddly enough, draw strength from very same laws. This puts us, and the unfortunate women forced into purdah-compliance in a pickle.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: orange;">1. Make coercion illegal:</span><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span></b><span style="color: #cccccc;">Treat it on par with child abuse and spousal abuse. Any complaint must be dealt with swiftly and as publicly as possible. This could result in shaming a lot of people - the irony being, shame is what they're trying to hide behind. Good. Ensure and guarantee that those who speak out are protected. Don't do a Rotherham on them. Lobby your political masters. Labour won't do it for fear of losing votes, the LibDems will, and the Conservatives already have.</span></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: orange;">2. Education:</span></b> <span style="color: #cccccc;">Stop it with the indoctrination of young minds with tolerance of intolerance. Education in the UK is no longer a place where minds and norms are challenged - instead we're raising clones. No, stop telling them "What", try telling them "Why", and get them to ask "Why not?" I have very little respect for the 'blob'. Gove failed to neutralize it, Morgan isn't going to have much more luck than he did. I have very little hope. The blob has to die for our children to be more than Stormtroopers. Perhaps you can help in your local school as a parent governor? Do it.</span></span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: orange;">3. Hug A Hijabi:</span><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span></b><span style="color: #cccccc;">Well actually, don't. I don't mean it literally. But many of them need our help. We must </span><span style="color: red;"><b>(a)</b></span><span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"> understand the social constrictions and </span><b><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">fear</span></b><span style="color: #cccccc;"> they live under </span><b><span style="color: red;">(b)</span></b><span style="color: #cccccc;"> be kind in light of that knowledge and </span><span style="color: white;"><b>NOT</b></span><span style="color: #cccccc;"> target them, they're victims and they're hurting </span><span style="color: red;"><b>(c)</b></span><span style="color: #cccccc;"> campaign to ensure they KNOW that the full force of the law is on their side, not on the side of their parents or brothers or husbands who would subjugate them, and </span><b><span style="color: red;">(d)</span></b><span style="color: #cccccc;"> invite your childrens' friends over, let them see the other side.</span></span></span><br>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I'll come clean and state that I have no friends that wear the full face veil, but then I've never interacted with one... I avert my gaze when I see a pair of eyes looking at me - after all, that is the point of the garb anyway, isn't it? I do have many very close friends and dozens of acquaintances that somewhat adhere to some form of facial and head coverings, and they're lovely people. No malice, no hatred, just the calm serenity you would find in a nun - and the real world pragmatism you would find in an Indian accountant.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-54365793202104791962021-07-24T02:44:00.001+01:002021-07-24T02:44:52.151+01:0030 People To Cry Over My Corpse<div>I think wokery has just peaked.</div><div><br></div><div>I could be wrong though, but they just keep surpassing themselves with each passing day.</div><div><br></div><div>Even if I'm restricted to 300, nay 3,000, let alone 30 people attending the lamentation (or celebration) of my passing, I suspect each and every one of them will be of the same funny tinge as me; you know that sexy brown, perma-tanned look, yeah, that one. Some of us brown folk are hot. I so totally am.</div><div><br></div><div>And when I do croak it, it's not like I'll be giving a shit at that point anyway. Toss my corpse into a skip for all I care. I'll just be glad to be rid of most of you.</div><div><br></div><div>I mean, Prince Philip has significantly more immediate family members than the magical number of 30 that would NEED to be at his funeral - even the most defunct families do, and yet, here we are: asking about including some to the exclusion of significant others, just so we can tick a wokey box.</div><div><br></div><div>And you thought Charlie Hebdo was 'edgy'.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-60333529549583427592021-01-12T22:34:00.001+00:002021-01-12T22:34:41.800+00:00Locked Down At Home, and Homesick<div>Growing up in a boarding school, and then ending up leaving the land of my birth to foreign shores, I know how homesick feels. I've been homesick for 35 years.</div><div><br></div><div>Over the past year, I've discovered a new kind of homesick; you can get homesick for people too. I miss people I've never even liked!</div><div><br></div><div>I've survived the worst days of my life - and there have been many; I'm sure I'll get through this too.</div><div><br></div><div>Or so I keep kidding myself.</div><div><br></div><div>#Melancholic</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-77482731810819334362020-12-05T19:00:00.001+00:002020-12-05T19:00:39.429+00:00I Stand With Farmers. Lol.<div>Remember what I said 10 or 15 years ago about the European Union and the bankruptcies and suicides amongst Indian and African Farmers?</div><div><br></div><div>Some 130,000 people read that particular blogpost at the time.</div><div><br></div><div>None of them are the people posting the #IStandWithFarmers hashtag and associated memes.</div><div><br></div><div>The ones who are doing the fashionable thing, know nothing of what it is on ground zero. I was. You have no idea.</div><div><br></div><div>I told you then, I told you way back then. But why listen to little old me?</div><div><br></div><div>I hate being right.</div><div><br></div><div>And no, I won't be posting a link to what I wrote. Go look for it yourself. It's out there. It has been for a decade and a half.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-596691019080999720.post-25668426786940479392020-09-01T16:35:00.001+01:002020-09-01T16:35:55.725+01:00Je Suis Adele<div>Adele has done nothing wrong. I think she looks great sporting the look she's sporting.</div><div><br></div><div>She's not 'appropriating' anything, she's endorsing it, appreciating it, and living it. She's not undermining your culture, she's propagating it; something you ought to be happy about.</div><div><br></div><div>I love it when non-Punjabi people show up at our family events in a sari or a sherwani, and hey - a turban! And they've made the effort to pick up some Bhangra steps - I love them for it!</div><div><br></div><div>No one has ever pulled me up for jazzing up the scene in a double-breasted blazer and worsted trousers, or a tie, or a shirt with collars and cufflinks, a necktie or bow I can tie in 15 seconds without a mirror. Hell, I pull off the 007-esque, privately educated posh kid look with lazy ease! (Heehee! That's because I am a privately educated posh kid, and lazy ease is my thing - but that's besides the point).</div><div><br></div><div>In the picture below I see an amazing songstress, a vocal powerhouse that I have admired for years, a little girl just a tad older than my boy, announcing her victory of a personal battle with her weight.</div><div><br></div><div>And you see what?</div><div><br></div><div>You're all idiots. This is why Trump won. This is why he will win again - because you're stupider than he is.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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