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The politics of duncing…

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“Bloody (insert generic racial stereotype here), coming over here, stealing our jobs, preying on the livelihood of the honest British workers…” goes the well worn diatribe, rolled out whenever a news story claims we’re about to be invaded by a hoard of recently emboldened foreign nationals, supposedly arriving on our shores to annex whole corners of the employment market.

Such is the voice of the people that some politicians claim to represent, whilst they simultaneously try to impose their views and prejudices on the masses, presumably following some sort of retrospective logic that allows them to believe they are supporting a perceived opinion they themselves generated.
And I suppose to a large extent, that’s their job.

As long as they conform to the same standards they would have us live by, that is.


UKIP chief buffoon, Nigel Farage, has just launched a two-pronged hypocrisy campaign, centred on the issue of (mainly eastern European) immigrants that are apparently about to take England to the brink of economic collapse by flooding the country with cheap labour.

The hysteria-mongering that surrounded the arrival in the UK of Victor Spirescu and his non-existent companions (Victor was the only Romanian migrant to arrive at Luton airport on January 1st, to be met by a wall of press journalists and tv crews, there to witness the predicted invasion) was just the start of a concerted drive by Farage and his “I’m-not-a-racist-but…” cohorts to persuade us that our very way of life was under threat from an EU conspiracy.


Hmm, is this a trick question?

Well it seems that UKIP’s sledgehammer tactics have had somewhat the reverse of the desired effect.
Having suffered unwanted press attention for several weeks subsequent to his arrival on new year’s day, resulting in him losing at least one job to date, and experiencing first-hand the English right wing “bullies”,  Victor has used his minor local celebrity status to help promote the pro EU Europeans Party.

As for Nasty Nigel himself, his insistence that the first choice of British jobs go to British workers backfired amusingly when he was asked by the BBC’s Nick Robinson why it was that Farage’s wife, (who is German) was employed as his assistant, at a salary of £25,000, paid by an EU allowance, instead of giving the job to a local worker.
Nige’s response that his efficient German wife was the only one who could do the job, what with the long unsociable hours and having to write up his notes and daily schedule late at night, didn’t do his cause many favours. He claimed that he didn’t know of anyone else who would have the stamina for the work involved.
Although the thought of taking dictation from Farage, as he flosses his teeth before bed in his Union Jack underpants, sighing sadly as he shaves off the shadow of a toothbrush moustache he’s left until last, it strikes me that it can’t be much of a loss to the British jobs market so we’ll allow him that small victory.

A slightly more high profile Doh! moment in UKIP’s recent catalogue of PR cock-ups directly involved their latest poster campaign, namely this one, featuring a beggar dressed in work clothes, accompanied by a pretty unambiguous anti-EU message:


The only problem with this is that it was soon revealed that the part of the out of work British victim of European economic migration in the poster was in fact played by an Irish actor, and Ireland will still be able to trade freely with Europe, even if Nigel and his mates convince the rest of the UK to pull up the drawbridge.

In an extra twist, another news story from recent days, the Cornish being granted minority status, has spawned a parody of the UKIP poster.
Living as we do in neighboring Devon and visiting Cornwall as often as we do, I’ll refrain from any comment.


Not all the stupidity, small-mindedness and ineptitude has been provided by UKIP this week though (well, not so far as we know so far) but Whitehall has had a little more egg on its collective face, due to the spiteful interjection of some wag on Wikipedia.

It has emerged that the page of the publicly-edited, inaccuracy-strewn online encyclopedia devoted to the Hillsborough football disaster has come under attack from a troll who has changed passages of the tribute page; “You’ll Never Walk Alone” for instance was changed to “You’ll Never Walk Again” and the “This Is Anfield” banner was altered to read “This Is A Shithole”, while the phrase “Blame Liverpool fans” was added to an entry on the tragedy that claimed 96 lives in 1989.
The editor responsible has not yet been tracked down, although that is apparently only a matter of time. What is known however, is that the IP address of the computer that made the edit originated in offices of Whitehall.
Not only that, it has since come to light that a large number of other malicious alterations to Wikipedia have been traced to government computers, several of them violently racist.

Many of the edits are of course simply mischievous, my own personal favourite being the one that changed the article for American, vomit-inducing-medical-saccharine-a-thon Grey’s Anatomy to describe the hit TV series as “overrated” and a “euphemism for an old mans netherregions”.

The voice of the people indeed…


Posted by on April 27, 2014 in Blogging, Humour, News, Social comment, TV


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Foot in mouth disease…

Sometimes, even the people who you expect to be offensive, provocative or downright ignorant can pull off breathtaking lapses of decency when you’d almost managed to forget they exist.

Then again, there are some people who are only known to those outside their (gradually widening, embarresedly shuffling) circle of friends because they said something idiotic on the telly or typed without due care and attention deficit on any one of a number of social-minefield networking sites.

And then there are the ones who seem to have made an entire career out of spouting ill-informed bigotry in the name of acting like a “man of the people, salt of the earth” kind of guy.

Which would be fine (well, maybe not fine) if they were doing it in a low-foreheaded, bulging-veined, eye-popping huddle in some smoke filed backstreet drinking club.

But they’re not are they?

Oh no, they’re doing it in public, on Twitter, Facebook, YouTube and of course, on TV.


The only trouble is, I don’t think that they realise it half the time.
Not that they’re doing it, nobody could be as wantonly unpleasant as some of these misanthropic morons can be by mistake, but that other people might be watching.

Take UKIP clown-in-chief Nigel Farage, a man so cringingly, excruciatingly out of touch with reality that on a recent visit to Bulgaria he compared the notorious former communist party headquarters in Sofia to the European Commission offices in Brussels, and also seemed  genuinely astonished that, despite his best efforts to apparently promote the idea, there weren’t hoards of eager economic migrants queueing up at the passport office, desperate to get on with the important business of invading Britain.
Indeed, the Bulgarians he met gave every indication of wanting to stay put, complaining that our weather was crap, and anyway they were rather fond of their homeland thank you very much.

If you can peer through your fingers for long enough you can watch the report on his visit, courtesy of Channel 4 News, in all its toe-curling glory right here.
(Make sure you watch the part with the interview on a Bulgarian chat show)

And then there’s the latest in a long line of UKIP contenders for Adam Pain’s Golden Face Palms, the reprehensible shit-weasel that is Godfrey Bloom, who not content with (or more likely, taking advantage of) the controversy surrounding his reference to all-parts-ethnic as Bongo Bongo land, has now waded into the feminist debating arena, saying that it should be possible for employers to sack women if they become pregnant and claiming that they are more suited to finding mustard in the pantry, and should leave complicated things like driving to men.

And just in case you might be thinking “Steady on, that’s a bit strong, he’s probably just misunderstood”, here’s another C4 News clip, tackling him on his possibly unwise use of ever so slightly racist language.

But it seems that the best and easiest way to get both feet into your mouth is by using micro-blogging, life-commentary-obsessives’ favourite site, Twitter.

Whether it’s high profile, arch political glamour-puss, Sally Bercow making ill-advised (and, oops, libelous) remarks about a certain fat man with glasses (I’m not getting any more specific than that, you can’t be too careful) or a simple case of an ordinary citizen venting their frustration about poor service – a 55 year old typist posted a ranting tweet about a company that was late paying their bill and now faces a £100,000 lawsuit – it’s just too easy to hit that send button before you get a chance to engage your brain.

I’d like to say that I’m all for giving people the benefit of the doubt, but I’ve got to say that, given his record for obnoxious pronouncements, on balance I shan’t be doing so in regard to the delightful Nick Griffin, of right wing troglodytes the BNP, and his latest triumph of Internet diplomacy.

When challenged on Twitter by a gay, Manchester-born Pakistani man about why he was making racist and homophobic comments concerning the gentleman’s possible fatal stoning should he travel to the land of his fathers, due to their alleged intractable position on same-sex relationships, Griffin became increasingly disparaging, finally describing him as a “hysterical little poof”.

In the interest of balance, I’m sure Nick would like a platform from which to express himself, but fortunately i choose how to portray him here (that’ll be like the bigoted twat he is then) so here is his victorious appearance on the BBC political discussion show, Question Time in full.

Prepare to shout at the screen and/or start swearing…

Now I don’t know about you, but if I was sitting in a pub near someone vomiting out this sort of crap to anyone that would listen, I’d make pretty damn sure that everyone knew I wasn’t anything to do with them, let alone trying to I imagine the sort of monumental disregard for normal human decency it takes to say stuff like that in public.

And yet none of these paragons of public service appear to have the remotest compunction about spewing their bilious opinions into the gutter of the information superhighway, and even have the gall to be surprised when the world at large takes offence.
Although in a recent development it seems as though Nigel Farage has finally lost the confidence of his party, saying that he’s going to take a step back from politics, to enable him to “get a grip” apparently.

About fucking time Nige, that’s all I can say.

Update – The excellent Adam Pain at A World Of Pain has written a response post to this little rant, which you can read here.


Posted by on August 23, 2013 in Blogging, social networking


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