I’m no fan of the Royal Family but – Two Words

Saw a post today on Hang The Bankers Blog that, while i have no objection to what the guy is saying I think he is simply not seeing the bigger picture.

He writes:
Look at the photograph (of Phil The Greek). This picture will fill Millions of Brits with pride, nostalgia and patronism. Women, old and young will inevitably coo. Men, no doubt with a look of steely determination on their faces will give a quick nod at the photo and say to themselves; “Yes mate, you know”. I look at it and want to wring the hypocrites scrawny neck. The mere sight of him makes me want to puke.

You will not spot a single tear in this abomination’s eye. And for the Daily Mail newspaper and no doubt the vast majority of others to even suggest it, is tantamount to fraud. Worse still, it officially costs the tax payer nearly half a million pound a year to view propaganda like this. Unofficially, the true cost is in the millions.

You have no idea how hard I find it to write about The Duck of Edinburgh and his family of parasitic in-breeds without descending into a torrent of foul mouthed abuse. Continue reading:

Well yes, as I said I’m no fan but his argument can be totally demolished in two words …

President Thatcher

or alternatively

President Blair

If you know what I mean.

Please Don’t Burn Our Shithouse Down: Boggart Blog’s Tribute to Mrs. Thatcher

A song originating from the hardships on the late 19th and early 20th centuries that we used to sing in the playground at school, not understanding the significance at the time (well we got our free milk in the 1950s).

It seemed an appropriate way to remember the havoc caused in industrial areas by the economic and business policies of Margaret Thatcher’s government.

Boggart Blog presents our tribute to Maggie Thatcher, the iron lady.


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There Really Is No Hope For Humanity #nowthatchersdead

There really is no hope for humanity. I have said this before but I’m sure the death of Margaret Thatcher has thrown up evidence to convince even the most obdurate glass-is-half-full idiot.

According to my Twitterwatcher sources the IsThatcherDeadYet.co.uk site asked people to use the hashtag #nowthatchersdead on Twitter to post tweets rejoicing in the fact that Margaret Thatcher is dead.

This proved a bit too complicated for the twits who are not known for having a measurable IQ. Many of them went into emotional meltdown, saying what a tragedy it was and how the lady had always made such great records and even aged over 40 had looked devastatingly sexy straddling a giant weapon.

What did these morons think the Iron Lady of Grantham had done on her days off from handbagging poor Michael Foot?

Take a good long look at the hashtag. At first glance it could read “Now That Cher’s Dead” instead of “Now Thatcher’s Dead.” And people who use Twiiter tend to have the attention span of a flea so second glances or good long looks are non starters.

Margaret Thatcher Death Latest?

Yeah, the headline is odd. That’s why I looked at the story below it in a national newspaper. The iron lady, whether we loved or hated her is, dead. There can be no latest on the story, she’s dead, kaput, finito benito.

So what’s the point of the story? Are there people out in the big wide world who think Maggie will be resurrected and appear to her disciples before being raised up to heaven on a cloud of middle class aspirations as if she was the second coming of the messiah?

Oh yeah, sorry. There are such people aren’t there. Like the twonk who used to comment on this blog and told me in 2010 that Call Me Dave should step aside and let Mrs Thatcher lead the Tories into the election. He didn’t relent when I pointed out she’d had Alzheimers since 2002.


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Germany’s Annexation Of Cyprus – Did Maggie Have A Point?

When Charles Powell, Maggie Thatcher’s private secretary, summoned a group of leading historians to Chequers, on 24 March 1990, to discuss the implications of German reunification, it was leaked to the news media that old iron knickers was bovvered about German reunification.

Powell had prepared a press release for the occasion in which Mrs Thatcher summarised the German national characteristics as “angst, aggressiveness, assertiveness, bullying and egotism.” She feared that given a few years the Germans would be off on the old Master race thing again. The historians were generally appalled.

In view of what has happened over the Cyprus bank crisis, much as I hate to admit it, old Maggie might have had a point.

Oh well, two world wars and one world cup.

Kleptocracy: Could Spain and Italy be annexed soon?

Cameron, Obama and The Coriolanus Syndrome

Coriolanus is not my favourite Shakespeare play but it has it’s moments.

In today’s political atmosphere however it is no surprise people are looking at the story of a vail egomaniacal politician with renewd interest. The way the general expreses his contempt for the electorate and for democracy is so reminiscent of Margaret Thastcher, Tony Blair, Godrton Brown, George W. bush, Barack Obama and the unelected bureaucrats of Brussels who would suck us into an European superstate.

Coriolanus addresses the voters thus:

What’s the matter, you dissentious rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs?

Which is a bit like saying “Anyone who opposes me is too stupid to understand politics and should shut the fuck up.”

His unwillingness to schmooze the voters, his insistence on telling them they are a bunch of thick, ignorant, overweight, malodorous plebs who will never be enlightened enough to understand what he is saying to them leads to a catastrophic loss of support and from there to exile (special enoy to the middle east or something?) and eventual death. What should troubles those of us who still know what democracy means is that Coriolanus seems to have judged the mentality of the ‘many-headed multitude’absolutely correctly.

Syrian Rebels Say West Is Already Aiding TheIr Uprising.
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It’s official. Cammers is a bigger twat than Blair
Humanitarian Inverventoon or The Third World War
So How Is That Hopey Changery Greeney Weeny Thing Going?
Obama Is The Real Danger To The West
Ode To Politicians (Comic verse)

Up Yours Delors redux…

The famous headline Up Your Delors was published by The Sun in November 1990 after the then Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher had claimed a Phyrric Victory over the unelected bureau rats of Brussels who were trying to shoehorn Britain (cue instrumental version of Jerusaem played by the Brighouse and Raistrick Brass Band) into a nascent European superstate.

The evil politicians do lives on after them, the good is oft interred with their bones and so it was with Maggie (to go off script a little). Old bloody bureaucrats never bloody die however, in fact they don’t even have the decency to fade away. Instead they accept a few sinecures and a seat in first class on the gravy train and they go on spreading their oliarchic collectivist poison for ever.

We have to report that Jaques Delors is still hanging around the fringes of the EU’s inner party, and true to form for someone who has been detached from reality for longer than most of us have had holes in our bottoms, he is still pushing the single state idea. M. Delors has ben writing in support of floating Eurobonds as a solution to the crisis in the single currency despite all the nations that are not looking for bailouts having said, no we are not propping up those basket cases any longer.

As Boggart Blog is still read by opinion makers (well we got a mention on the tele last weekend) we hope all the media will join us in repeating:


Eggbound In Finchley

Some have marvelled at the eggstreme diet that fuelled Margaret Thatcher’s jet propelled march to power in 1979. For myself, thinking about eating all those eggs makes me feel eggceptionaly nauseous. This sensation can best be described as a more intense version of the way I feel whenever I think about Margaret Thatcher. Still I am proved correct about one thing having always imagined the Iron Lady would be surrounded by a sulphurous miasma. It’s clear now this was not the satanic smell of brimstone but the farty smell of someone who lives on eggs.

Strange how those driven to eggcel in their chosen field, while they like to present a public persona of cold logic and superior intellect are all to often proved ready to eggshibit eggcentricities and embrace superstitions and crackpot beliefs it they think it will help them succeed.

We can at least understand one thing about Maggie though. Her bizarre diet eggsplains why she always sounded constipated when speaking.

A million brownie points each for egg jokes and puns in the comment thread

Brown: A Lust For Glory

Right, that’s it. I used to have a bit of sympathy for Gordon Brown, the big clunking arse of British politics. I used to think Brown had inherited an impossible situation from Blair and could not admit it without seeming to be trying to blame his predecessor. I used to think Gordon could have been a contender for “decent human being” status. As of today however I want to see Brown’s head on the railings outside the Houses of Parliament along with Blair’s, one of them on either side of the head of Margaret Thatcher.

In Copenhagen this week Gordon Brown, while not quite wearing his guzzies outside his trousers in the traditional manner is posing as the Superman who alone can save the world from catastrophe.

Gordon’s great rival and nemesis among the contenders for Superhero of the Developed World, Stickman Barack (nothing tastes as good as cocaine feels) Obama is hamstrung by the evil conspirators of the US Congress who refuse to pass his bills without their being allowed to read and debate them first. In BO’s absence Gordon is striking the pose of the balls out eco-warrior who is not afraid to raise the stakes.

“We will think about slowing the increase in carbon emissions,” say the Chinese; “We will keep our emissions steady” says India; “We will cut carbon emission by 6% but not any time soon,” say the French; “We’ll go 13%” say the Japanese; “15%” says Germany. “Awa’ wi’ ye, yellow bellied scunners that ye are, I’ll cut by 30%,” says Brown because I am the man who saved the global economy and now I will save us from anthropogenic global warming,” says Gordon Brown.

Gordon you see can quite easily delude himself his policies have already put Britain at the forefront of the war on greenhouse gases. Thanks to his mismanagement of the nations finances emissions actually fell last year as industry ground to a standstill. Now like the snooker player who gets a lucky “in off” Gordon is claiming he played for it. “The success of Labour’s action on climate change he calls it.

As Super Gordon tried to bluff the conference poker school without any decent cards in his hand, like so many inexperienced gamblers he gave us a ‘tell’ that exposed the weakness of his position.

He told the British press his pledged emission cuts will be achieved through taxing road and air travel and domestic fuel and imposing tougher emission standards on older cars. The tell was that Gordon let slip his pet project to expand Heathrow and other airports in the south east will go ahead. This will see and increase of 60% in traffic at British airports by 2020.

So I will not be able to drive up and see my Dear Old Mum in Morecambe unless I shell out a shitload of wonga for road tolls, you, if you drive an older (5 years +) car will have to take on a huge debt, get a bike or become a prisoner in your own home and we will all shiver through the winters unable to afford to switch our heating on. On the other hand we will be able to fly to New York or Dubai if we can afford it because that is good for the economy.

As The Daily Stirrer reported (Copenhagen: The Real Agenda) the whole “save the planet” project is about taxing the poor to penury to allow the rich to carry on with business as usual. Oh, and allowing the victorious politician to proclaim himself the man who saved the world of course.

Copenhagen: The Real Agenda
Climategate: climate of fear

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Sarko Wants To Emulate The Stink That Was Rome.

All politicians lose the plot eventually with the exceptions perhaps of Tony Blair, Margaret Thatcher and Barack (I’m President of the whole Universe and everything else besides) Obama all of whom were barking mad on assuming office.

Some are born bonkers, some achieve bonkersness and some have bonkersness thrust upon them as Shakespeare might have said. Though still clinically sane we are assured, French President Nicolas Sarkozy seems to be getting close to the edge comparatively early in his presidency. He has revealed that he want his legacy to be the transformation of the Paris city centre into an ecotropolis. To do this he will guide the biggest modernisation since baron Haussmann laid out the wide avenues and boulevards familiar to all visitors. Sarko says his ambition is to create a city on the lines of Athens, Rome or Jerusalem.

Perhaps he is visually impaired if he has not noticed these are all slummy shit holes dotted with photogenic ruins. Their ancient glories are as much mythical as historic. In fact in the case of The Glory That Was Rome, it was a mythical shit hole too which is who the palaces of the elite on the Palatine Hill were surrounded by high walls and protected by heavily armed barbarian bastards. Athens and Jerusalem were little different. Philosophy, art and scholarship may have flourished but civic engineering still had a long way to go.

Even Rome’s famous sewers left a lot to be desired. The rich lived at the top of their hills, the sewage system relied on gravity and flowed downwards to empty into the River Tiber. The Tiber was an open sewer that ran through the city. The poorer you were the lower down you lived, the lower down you lived the more shit flowed past your door. Riverside properties were not desirable especially in summer.

Sarko’s plan to turn the centre of Paris into a fragrant oasis in the centre of an urban wilderness faces one big problem not dissimilar to Rome’s. Anyone who has stayed in the city through “high” summer will know fragrant is not quite the right word. Paris has an odour problem.

When M. Sarkozy says he wants the city to be like Rome he should be careful what he wishes for.

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