I assume Obama Beer makes you fart a lot and tell an endless stream of porkies.
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I assume Obama Beer makes you fart a lot and tell an endless stream of porkies. From the end of a BBC news article:
Wat. Nope, it was not decades of murderous repressive Ba’athist socialism under the Assad family that caused the civil war in Syria, it was… ![]() And what is more, climate change has caused my cat to sing Sondheim at night. Climate change has made my tea taste bitter if brewed after 8 am. Climate change has created inequality amongst llamas in the Atacama Desert. Climate change has caused Putin’s man-boobs (daddaries?) to itch so much it drove him to invade Crimea. I defy anyone to prove scientifically these things are not true because the science is settled. Or something like that.
There’s nothing funnier than an electronic billboard showing a Windows error message, so obviously I stop to take a photo. A man comes up behind me. It is a solider in fatigues with a gun. “No photo”. This is a little tiresome. I attempt to point out that I am attempting to take a photo of a billboard, and what possible security risk could this be, but (as always) this is futile. Also, do you have any idea how easy it would be for me to take a photo of *anything* with modern technology without you realising it? But I know the rules, and they are rules. I accede and walk on. There are various security barriers and roadblocks nearby, so there is sensitive stuff nearby – government buildings, I think. I block further, there are more security barriers, a guard post, and a soldier on duty. I am unsure I am allowed to walk down the road. I point down the road and beckon to the soldier, politely. “It’s okay to walk down there?”. “Oh, sur.. Where are you from?” “Australia”. “O wow”. (Excitement). “I love Australia. Where Australia?” “Sydney”. “Oh, great!!!!. I was in Granville”. (Fairly nondescript westerly but not extreme westerly suburb of Sydney, probably best known to me as the location of Australia’s worst rail disaster in the 1970. Perfectly pleasant place). “Yeah, man. Granville” “Where are you going?”. He now wants to give me directions. I wasn’t asking for directions – just wanting to know if he would stop me if I tried to walk down the street. However, if he wants to give me directions, I’ll let him give me directions. “Monot street”. “Oh, about 200 metres that way. Have a great time”. “You too. Come to Australia again some time”. “Yeah. But I’m in the army. Fuck man!!!!”. (He holds up his palm. I give him a high five). “Yeah. You’re in the army. Fuck man”. Explaining that I am completely opposed to compulsory military service as a matter of high principle and I therefore completely support his feelings would probably be excessive. I go on my way, hoping that the safety was firmly in place on his rifle throughout all this. Tesco come, Tesco go, John Harris whinges either way. Here he was writing in the Guardian in August 2011:
And here is John Harris writing in the Guardian in February 2015:
There is a fair point to be made relating to the bad effects on a town of endless shilly-shallying about whether a supermarket will be built, but John Harris isn’t making it. One of the commenters, DrRic55, is:
A hotel has a policy of charging guests an extra £100 if they leave a bad review of the hotel on any website. Should the state permit individuals to enter into such a contract? When a couple was so charged, they went and talked to the press. “What happened to freedom of speech?”, they asked.
The beautiful thing is that the state turns out to be completely redundant in this case. Things did not work out so well for the hotel, and it now serves as a terrible warning for anyone else with similar ideas. Now its reputation is trashed on Trip Advisor because of freedom of speech. And because The Internet. Though I do wonder about libel… The words “climate change” have taken on occult significance. Chant “the science is settled, the science is settled, the science is settled” over and over again, whilst arranging an arcane pattern on the ground with a ritually blessed hockey stick inscribed with the words “Gaia” and “Al Gore”, and if you do that on a solstice, the spirit of Karl Marx will appear! There is no other explanation for some of the gonzo articles that get written. Bono is annoying. This was supposed to be a post in which I gloated about how, if I had an iPhone, I would be making use of the U2 removal tool, too, the story being that Apple gave away the latest U2 album for free and enough people complained that they had to offer a way to remove it. And I would support my argument with stupid Bono quotes. But it turns out he is harder to pin down than that.
Non-commital but hard to disagree with. And then there is this analysis:
That is from an article criticising him for tax avoidance, of all things. I am almost starting to like him. It is very annoying. Still, I do sympathise with @twitflup via The Daily Poke:
Progressive Venezuela has rediscovered the benefits of Emperor worship: “Venezuelan Socialists rewrite Lord’s Prayer: ‘Our Chavez, who art in heaven'” No doubt, like Claudius, the Divine Hugo will be worshipped by the more gullible among the British tribesmen. As Seneca wrote in the Apocolocyntosis,
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