w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:
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"Your face was blue in the light of the screen
As we watched the speech of an animal scream
The new party army was marching right over our heads."

The Clash: "English Civil War"
From the album: "Give 'em enough rope"

Ooh, I'm feeling well subversive..

I cannot understand how, in a supposedly democratic country, one oleaginous little sh1t of a leech at the top of our greasy pole was able to - virtually single-handedly - drag us into a bunfight with his IQ-challenged mate, who started it (again) just to prove he's better than his old man.

Oh, and maybe grab a couple of cans of crude while we're there? Y'know, just in case the 'Fuel low' light on the limo's dash comes on.

And how that same Texan tw@t can get away - against, belatedly, now the whole of his own country's desires - with sending even more terrorist fodder into the cross-hairs of a rocket grenade launcher. Or a simple Molotov cocktail. Fcuk knows, they've got enough of the stuff to fill a few milk bottles.

I reckon we could get a couple of mouth breathers to wander around with narrow-meshed nets on long sticks, nabbing some of our politicos as they slide out of their electorate-sponsored Yagwaars and hold the b@st@rds to ransom until someone sees sense.

And I hazard that NiC would be just the chap to plan anarchy?

And BW could make honey sandwiches for half-time? Yeah, and those size 8's - properly shod - could be employed for some surreptitious 'rib-tickling' when they're writhing on the deck, begging for the mercy they won't grant to us?

I really must stop watching Question Time on a school night.

But it was great sport watching Jabba The Hut - a.k.a. Lord Falconer - vainly trying to quell an articulately-hostile audience and defend His Tonyness' failure to apologise for rogering this country on a grand scale and daily basis.

Now I love a drinker - especially when he finally admits to being one - and it was worth staying awake to hear Charles Kennedy say to Jabba "Charles, you're an eminent QC, but I wouldn't want you to defend me in court".

So, enjoy your weekends, y'all. And if any of you Witanagemot bods want to meet me at the PoW gates, wearing ski masks, bring a lighter, 'cos I don't smoke.

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