Assholes.

When Barclay's manipulates Libor they get fined £290 million.
When politicians manipulate it, they get the Nobel Prize.
Everybody agrees politicians are low life liars; but they keep on voting for them.
Everybody needs a bank; but they try to sack bankers.

This is British Airways.

I've flown BA twice, and found the service to be acceptable.
That was 10 years ago.
But, as the 'Lympics draw near, they are repeatedly airing a particularly lousy commercial. It consists of a BA jet landing and taxiing all the way to the stadium.

In fact, BA will finish with you utterly at Heathrow.
Then you will have to make your way to your hotel, ten miles away in Central London. This will probably be a sweat-pit unless you pay for a proper, purpose-built hotel rather than a room in a converted terrace(families long ago ceased to afford actual family homes in London).

This journey(past various buildings-ooh, look. A building)will be in the company of stinking, aggressive, anti-social Londoners, whom you may regard as colourful if you are deluded enough.
Then, every time you want to visit the stadium(assuming you have tickets), you face a further 10 mile trip East, in the Sardine-like company of thousands, and when you get there, you will find nothing but the eternal British Winter to sit out in.

But if you love sports, hey, enjoy.
Just don't let BA dress up Hell as a basket of eggs.

This is the BBC.

I wanted to ask the bbc whether they would ever issue their 1954 production of 1984 as a dvd. I for one would be willing to buy it.
After twenty minutes I discovered that this multi-billion pound corporation scorns comment.
They have five message boards for one or two programmes. Members only. Moderated. And this after running around their website in circles.
In England, we are ruled by bastards. Bastards who think they're better than us.
But we have a choice; we can choose between pink bastards and blue bastards.

Supernatural Fear

To people not acquainted with the rigours and efforts of reasoned understanding, those millions accustomed to feeling their enthusiasms as sufficient justification for pursuing any suicidal action, the writings of Ayn Rand must seem to possess the dark energy of pure witchcraft.

Indeed, attempts are made from within the noisy terror to burn this particular witch with unsurprising regularity.
Of course, it isn't Capitalism which is to blame for our current difficulties, it was the state manipulation of mortgage markets which caused the crash.
Governments simply thought, with criminal irresponsibility, that it would lengthen their personal careers if they used property-based credit as a lever to sustain a purchasing boom. The money went to China unfortunately, due to the state slavery which meant lower labour costs.

Meanwhile places like Spain, the shining boys of international political patronage, became a giant experiment in Keynesian delusion.
These economies were supposed to roar into a rich future, powered by euro-money infrastructure that would guarantee full employment and riches for all time.

Now that the Spanish credit-drunkard has finally vomited itself into the gutter, we see the inevitable Keynes-made world; a world of new roads which carry nothing, dozens of new airports with no aircraft or destinations, gleaming villages which won't get out of debt for several thousands of years, and 20% unemployment.
The solution to this isn't one thing, we know. It isn't Keynes.

Robert Lewellyn

Just came home and found a camera crew in the yard. Apparently Robert Lewellyn (Kryten from Red Dwarf) was making a documentary about electric bikes and scooters.
I would keep the secret, but as I went to get some tea bags from the shop, some cunt in the camera crew started on me.
So tell everybody about it, won't you?

I Get The Message.

Once again I'm the White Nigger in my own birthplace.
I could go into detail, but suffice to say that the train has come round the circular track again, and I have been slapped down by the society of fools once more, for, well, for nothing.
Ever since I can remember, people behave any way they please, but as soon as I join in, the authorities come down on me like the proverbial ton of bricks.
I'm over fifty.
I no longer need to be told to 'reflect on what I've done'.
It doesn't wash. I never bought into the fraud, and I'm not about to start. That's despite some pretty powerful drugs which I 'must' use.

The fact is, these cunts want to break me and everybody like me, because we're the Sunflowers on the lawn, the Daisies growing among the grass, and they want to look out into the garden and see nothing.
Sorry, nothing but neatness. They don't want to be reminded of the choice to exist that they refused to take; they want to be safe, and too much colour in the garden blows their fake world into the weeds.

Maybe I should just go somewhere with room for weeds.

Lord Preserve Us From Shitheads.

New law: supermarkets can't display tobacco in the open. They can only sell it from shuttered cabinets on request. This will spread to all tobacconists in England by 2015.
What is the excuse for this atrocity?
Apparently tobacco use causes 70,000 'preventable' deaths a year in the UK.

Well, here's some news for all the alleged wet-knickers trying to turn us into zombies: absolutely everybody is going to die.

So when smoking and all other pleasures are stamped out, and we all exist, not live, for the sake of some government statistical jack-off, it won't make the slightest bit of difference to the death rates.

Death rates will not change.

No.
This isn't about health. This is about teaching everybody a lesson.
This is about teaching everybody that they belong to the State, not themselves, and that they mustn't check out early on their own terms.

Bastards.