Tuesday, 19 March 2013

Toynbee's triumphant turds

The Rubicon, it is true, flows through Emilia-Romagna to the east, which allows Lady Toynbee of neighbouring Tuscany to be sniffy about its flow. Toynbee, champion of crooks, spivs, deviants, druggies and third-raters everywhere, the queen of the D-list, defender of the faithless, protector of liars, cheats, fraudsters, thieves and hypocrites in Parliament, is naturally in ebullient mood today as she awards medals all round. 

Miliband tops Lady Toynbee's honours list, for exhibiting preening self-love above and beyond the call of party leadership. The second round of medals - 'For Meretricious Service' - go to the twenty Tory rebels who would rather keep their first-class freebies and crystal grapefruit bowls on expenses away from the curious gaze of the public. There are more medals all round; the Murdoch Star goes to all MPs outraged at seeing Neil Kinnock's head in a light bulb and seeking revenge; another cohort get to wear a bronze polished turd on their medal ribbon for getting a mention in Hansard from this historic debate. Already the united general staffs of the joint front benches are planning a new campaign - this time against IPSA, to reverse the reforms made after Toynbee's chums' Rotten Parliament and restore a proper secrecy to Parliamentary fraud, corruption and peculation. 

Be in no doubt. This is legislation by and for the wealthy, the privileged, the metropolitan political class and the whole exploitative kleptocracy. And be its justification as shallow and muddy as Toynbee's laboured prose, the Rubicon has been crossed.


DeeDee99 said...

"They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger or honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evening; and they know no songs."


I keep wondering how long it will be before the people of England rise up ..... yet 62% of our apathetic, celebrity-obsessed, ignorant sheeple apparently "support" State Regulation of the Press.

Anonymous said...

Ah yes, G.K. Chesterton wasn't just a poet (of great renown) he was also a prophet it seems.

Coney Island

mikebravo said...

Unfortunately the people will not rise up until there is a shortage of ready meals and the telly goes off. The 62% who support it are the same fools who vote red/blue/yellow at every opportunity.
Tis a shame but the people of this land are foolish, ignorant, serfs.

Anonymous said...

Actually, thinking about these two key EU / UK events, Farage has been unusually quiet??

Coney Island

SimonF said...

I trust you got this pots cleared by the Star Chamber?

Anonymous said...

What else did you expect Radders? Next and blanket censorship of the net.
That'll be more a challenge to the fuckers but they'll go for the ISPs first.

Anonymous said...

I wonder how many Scottish MPs voted for press regulation and whether they'd've been able to push through the legislation without those votes.

Why should Scottish MPs like Sheridan be able to vote against press freedom for England when he doesn't support it north of the border?

Come to that, the Irish have their own press law. Why are they voting on ours? Does it affect their constituents?

cascadian said...

Lets not get too obsessed with the work of the great British press, or most of the worlds press. They are mostly happy to churn out govt and ngo handouts as news, while living an excessively easy life.

Nobody in the UK was interested in the hard work it would take to reveal MP expenses until a US journalist came along in 2009, eventually the information was revealed by a patriot within the bureaucracy, so the press had very little to nothing to do with its release.

Despite my ambivalence about the efficacy of the press, additional controls in the hands of this and future rotten governments to protect thieves and third-rate luvvies is a very bad idea.