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Too much Addison and Steele....
Nov. 6th, 2009 09:54 amEuropean leaders are finally losing patience with the Tories.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2009/nov/05/david-cameron-europe-plan-doomed
Gordon Bennett, I really thought more of Dave's intellect and leadership nous. Marginalised in Europe and marginalised worldwide, Dagenham Dave leads his united party: a broad church if ever there was one - one that can hold both Norman Tebbit's poujardist rump and Ken Clarke - to victory, to side-lining, and to eventual irrelevance.
Don'tcha just love those continental types talking about Britain's castration? Especially as the British electorate get to wield the shears themselves, with Our Roops* egging them on.
If globalisation posed the question, greater European integration is the answer; though it is true that when it comes to power blocks, we have more in common with the English logosphere; but given the fact we've pissed most of those folk off for something like centuries....they all have rather independent ideas about what they should be doing.
In celebration of which I present you with 'Who We Are' according to the Daily Why-O-Why, which is an occasional Newspaper I dream about: which is some fantastical notion of what the right-wing tabloids believe, leavened with the odd fact or two.
Who We Are.
Our royalty has been, since William the Conqueror: Norman-French (Originally from Scandinavia), Welsh, Scottish, Dutch, Scottish, and German....but they've all been Kings of England, therefore English, and also British. Our upper classes, in general, are made up of the most cosmopolitan miscegenated bunch of high-achieving hybrid genes that ever poured over the steppes or mountains leading a ragged band of murderers, rapists, and thieves: now socialised (barely) by a thousand years of stiff-upper-lip rum-sodomy-and-the-lash classical education. The professional classes are by and large professional. Often they are clever and learned; and, if I may show bias, cultured. The professional classes are drawn from all backgrounds. Our middle classes are the soul of bureaucracy, and have a narrow, but often irritatingly deep, intellectual achievement. And our working classes toil for tuppence dreaming of the next Friday night's dance/drink/shag/fight/trip to casualty, or cultivate entrepreneurship so they may join their more successful peers in the Upper-classes
And underneath 'em all is the rapidly expanding semi-feral underclass. Who resemble nothing else but the rejects from the Upper-class/working class gene pool. The band of murderers, rapists, and thieves who weren't quite good enough to rise through the ranks, and not adaptive enough to have worked out the advantages of capitalism and the opportunities therefrom. Some of them are immigrants and therefore criminal. Like the upper and working classes, then.
The upper classes know how to party. They know their duty too, but rampant individualists to the core, they preen and adorn themselves, sometimes even with learning.
The professional classes still have formal do's They listen to radio and go to the theatre. They live in enclaves and tut at the way society is headed without realising that their perquisites are major accelerants in the process they decry.
The middle classes watch the telly and worry about children's schools, often without grasping the real nature of education.
The working classes work to pay for their pleasure and quite like fighting....and fucking.....and drinking....and (thank the gods says the slightly-right-of-Atilla editor) voting Tory, as long as the Tories don't mess with the Health Service, cos who's gonna do my stitches if I get nutted down the boozer, init?
And the underclasses wander around otherwise deserted council estates in platoons of hoodies, like Alex and his droogs out for a bit of raz-raz, o my brothers, tolchocking thither and yon.
At this point, I'm afraid, I had to wipe and flush. In these harsh economic times it's more ecological to recycle newspaper, don't you think?
*Rupert Murdoch, prop News Corporation and nothing whatever to do with the Daily Why-O-Why.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2009/nov/05/david-cameron-europe-plan-doomed
Gordon Bennett, I really thought more of Dave's intellect and leadership nous. Marginalised in Europe and marginalised worldwide, Dagenham Dave leads his united party: a broad church if ever there was one - one that can hold both Norman Tebbit's poujardist rump and Ken Clarke - to victory, to side-lining, and to eventual irrelevance.
Don'tcha just love those continental types talking about Britain's castration? Especially as the British electorate get to wield the shears themselves, with Our Roops* egging them on.
If globalisation posed the question, greater European integration is the answer; though it is true that when it comes to power blocks, we have more in common with the English logosphere; but given the fact we've pissed most of those folk off for something like centuries....they all have rather independent ideas about what they should be doing.
In celebration of which I present you with 'Who We Are' according to the Daily Why-O-Why, which is an occasional Newspaper I dream about: which is some fantastical notion of what the right-wing tabloids believe, leavened with the odd fact or two.
Who We Are.
Our royalty has been, since William the Conqueror: Norman-French (Originally from Scandinavia), Welsh, Scottish, Dutch, Scottish, and German....but they've all been Kings of England, therefore English, and also British. Our upper classes, in general, are made up of the most cosmopolitan miscegenated bunch of high-achieving hybrid genes that ever poured over the steppes or mountains leading a ragged band of murderers, rapists, and thieves: now socialised (barely) by a thousand years of stiff-upper-lip rum-sodomy-and-the-lash classical education. The professional classes are by and large professional. Often they are clever and learned; and, if I may show bias, cultured. The professional classes are drawn from all backgrounds. Our middle classes are the soul of bureaucracy, and have a narrow, but often irritatingly deep, intellectual achievement. And our working classes toil for tuppence dreaming of the next Friday night's dance/drink/shag/fight/trip to casualty, or cultivate entrepreneurship so they may join their more successful peers in the Upper-classes
And underneath 'em all is the rapidly expanding semi-feral underclass. Who resemble nothing else but the rejects from the Upper-class/working class gene pool. The band of murderers, rapists, and thieves who weren't quite good enough to rise through the ranks, and not adaptive enough to have worked out the advantages of capitalism and the opportunities therefrom. Some of them are immigrants and therefore criminal. Like the upper and working classes, then.
The upper classes know how to party. They know their duty too, but rampant individualists to the core, they preen and adorn themselves, sometimes even with learning.
The professional classes still have formal do's They listen to radio and go to the theatre. They live in enclaves and tut at the way society is headed without realising that their perquisites are major accelerants in the process they decry.
The middle classes watch the telly and worry about children's schools, often without grasping the real nature of education.
The working classes work to pay for their pleasure and quite like fighting....and fucking.....and drinking....and (thank the gods says the slightly-right-of-Atilla editor) voting Tory, as long as the Tories don't mess with the Health Service, cos who's gonna do my stitches if I get nutted down the boozer, init?
And the underclasses wander around otherwise deserted council estates in platoons of hoodies, like Alex and his droogs out for a bit of raz-raz, o my brothers, tolchocking thither and yon.
At this point, I'm afraid, I had to wipe and flush. In these harsh economic times it's more ecological to recycle newspaper, don't you think?
*Rupert Murdoch, prop News Corporation and nothing whatever to do with the Daily Why-O-Why.
