Homage To A Government

I was feeling a little cynical and down this evening, so decided to cheer myself up by reading some Larkin and wallow in the joy of not being as miserable as he was.

This was a bad move, as I came across a poem I hadn't read since the third form at school, more than 30 years ago. It refers to Heath and to Northern Ireland, but applies equally well to the Monocular Moron of the Manse and Afghanistan, except that the last line should really be changed, because New Liebour have raped this country so effectively that all we shall be leaving our children is debt, unless we are either Liebour politicians or their banker friends.

It's called 'Homage To A Government', and sums up perfectly the despair we all should feel at the antics of these shallow, self-serving, half-educated Marxist scum that fooled the people into electing them to power.

Next year we are to bring all the soldiers home
For lack of money, and it is all right.
Places they guarded, or kept orderly,
Must guard themselves, and keep themselves orderly.
We want the money for ourselves at home
Instead of working. And this is all right.

It's hard to say who wanted it to happen,
But now it's been decided nobody minds.
The places are a long way off, not here,
Which is all right, and from what we hear
The soldiers there only made trouble happen.
Next year we shall be easier in our minds.

Next year we shall be living in a country
That brought its soldiers home for lack of money.
The statues will be standing in the same
Tree-muffled squares, and look nearly the same.
Our children will not know it's a different country.
All we can hope to leave them now is money.

Feel the love, New Labour parasites.

Talk to the Taliban

With the new policy of McMental being to engage in conversations with the terrorists who murder our troops, I offer this small revision of the Dr Doolittle song, updated to reflect the wisdom of our absent Leader.

If we could talk to the Taliban, just imagine it
Gabbling to a goatherder in goat
Imagine prattling to a pashtun, waffling at a wifebeater
What a waste of our time that would be

If we could talk to the Taliban, learn their languages
Maybe take a Taliban degree
We'd study wifebeating and murder, opium and burqah
Bribery, corruption and Kharzi

We would converse in hatred and in ignorance
And we would curse our future prospects too
If people asked us 'can you speak to terrorists'
We'd say 'We're New Labour, can't you?'

If we could talk to the Taliban, learn their languages
Think of all the things we could discuss
If we could walk with the Taliban, talk with the Taliban
Lie and cheat and murder like the Taliban
And they would lie and cheat and murder us.



The one eyed scottish idiot really has no idea, does he - we should be fighting the Taliban and their allies in Burnley, Bradford, Leeds, Luton, Oldham, Birmingham - in fact wherever they are in our country. But he won't do that because he wants the Taliban block vote for New Liebour - he's hoping that more than 150 of the buggers will turn out to vote for him and his dhimmi friends.

Wanker.

In Gord We Trust

Well, it looks like the technology proposed for the ID card has been well and truly compromised already - 12 minutes to crack it with a PC and a mobile phone, no less.

Where do I sign up, again?


Computer Weekly has the story here

Really and truly, this is beyond a joke - not only will this idiocy cost billions that we can ill afford, be an insult to every free Briton and herald the inception of Brown's New OstBerlin state, but it seems it's technologically incompetent even by the standards of the NuLabour shower of shit.

If the card itself is so insecure, how much confidence can we have in the back end database? I can foresee SQL injection attacks based on this hack - perhaps one day we could create a card that deletes all the tax records in the system, or makes all people with the surname 'Brown' ineligible for state provided services, or...

Bunch of arseholes, the lot of them.