Saturday, 8 October 2011

BATman versus Catwoman

 The Telegraph sums up everything you need to know about the Ken Clarke / Theresa May argument in three lines:

  • Theresa May, the Home Secretary, says something untrue.
  • Ken Clarke, the Justice Secretary, points out that it is untrue.
  • Commentators call for Ken Clarke to be fired.

It's almost as if karma works in the real world.* Agree or disagree with what he stands for,** Ken, does come across as a human being, saying what he thinks, who should easily be able to outshine the standardised, image-controlled, pre-screened, focus-grouped, on-message political partybots who surround him. But, even when he's plainly right and his opponent is exposed as wrong for all to see, his voice seems doomed, Cassandra-like, to fall on deaf ears.

It's as if Ken's murky past as Deputy Chairman and a director of British American Tobacco (BAT), is coming back to bite him. BAT, you'll remember, was lobbying hard to water down health warnings on cigarette packets aimed at the rising generation of new addicts in developing countries. As an example of socially worse-than-useless corporate irresponsibility, inflating the market for a product that causes massive, avoidable, levels of illness, suffering and premature death, is right up there with pedalling dodgy collateralized debt obligations, trading junk bonds or flogging arms to dictators.

I suppose Ken deserves some kudos for walking the talk - he's clearly a man who likes a good cigar, which makes him less hypocritical than a non-smoking tobacco company executive who smugly prolongs his worthless existence with a healthy, balanced diet and regular visits to the gym, courtesy of the millions of consumers he guides, spluttering, into an early grave.

Of course, it's not really karma, just the fact that Clarke's fact-based criticism of May's immigration fairy tale doesn't chime with what the party spin doctors and powerful, xenophobic, elements of the press imagine the public want to hear. Telling truths that contradict the powerful is, it seems, a serious offence.

"Catgate" may seem like a trivial storm in a saucer of warm milk, but if you want to know why people are disengaged from party politics, look no further. Why would anybody take party politics seriously when a truth-free assertion that happens to conform to the prevailing groupthink trumps the plain truth? That Daily Mash headline Government must not get bogged down by facts, says May was absolutely spot-on.

It'll be interesting to see where evidence-free politics takes us in future. Maybe the chancellor could announce that he's sorted out the national debt by having a quiet word with Father Christmas, who's agreed to have his magic elves conjure up a few billion gold bars, to be gift wrapped and left at the Treasury on the night of his annual present drop. It would be a complete lie, but it's a story people would like to believe which is, apparently, all that matters these days.




*I'm don't really believe that karma operates in any real sense. You don't need to look very far to see bad deeds rewarded and bad stuff happening to folk who do good (I'll leave assertions about ultimate cosmic justice in some future incarnation / afterlife to the clerics and theologians who have cornered the market in being dead certain about unprovable things).

** I mostly disagree.

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Thursday, 6 October 2011

Pushing the Channel 4 envelope

With the entertainment industry reeling from the sad, but unsurprising, news that the inexplicable celebrity idiot, Sarah Palin, won’t be running for US president, and Shellow Bowells still on my mind, I’ve come up with a cracking idea for a TV show.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a celebrity in possession of a failing career must be in want of ritual humiliation on reality TV. Also, nobody ever went broke underestimating the taste of the viewing public. The time is, therefore, right for Celebrity Embarrassing Bodies ©.

Channel 4 executives wishing to acknowledge the genius of the concept, and arrange a power breakfast to develop it, may contact me via the comments section of this blog. Please note that all Blackberries should be turned off for the duration of the meeting and adequate supplies of good, hot coffee, smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels and champagne should be provided to keep the creative juices flowing.

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

Facebook quarantine

 Here's a thought:

I've started browsing with Facebook open in my secondary browser and all other browsing in my primary. Will that help keep Mark Z at bay?

Sounds as if it might work, up to a point. I only use one browser for most of the time, but I'm going to start using a different one on the rare occasions I log in to Facebook (and never for anything else). Of course it wouldn't address a lot of the other question marks about keeping control of your personal info on FB, so I'll still be turning the privacy controls all the way up to 11, not giving any more than the bare minimum of personal information required and making sure there are a few outrageous lies on my profile, just to be on the safe side.

All of this mucking around partially cripples FB as a social networking tool, but at least it still allows me to occasionally keep up with a few people I actually know in real life (I don't do FB-only "friends"), without inviting world + dog to help themselves to what nation states would class as "information useful to the enemy".

Crazy cat lady is running the Home Office

I used to think that Theresa May wasn't too bad (for a Conservative cabinet minister). I suspect that the pressure of being Home Secretary would cause the soundest mind to crack, so I'm not entirely surprised to see her losing her grip on reality (rather like almost every other holder of this impossible job in recent history).

In her case, the insanity seems to have caused her to morph into the crazy cat lady from The Simpsons, talking gibberish and throwing made-up stories about cats at passers by. As always, your best coverage of the story is in The Daily Mash:

Theresa May has demanded the Home Office be free to do its vital work unhindered by reality

Speaking from inside her claw-resistant spittle chamber, May insisted it was unrealistic that she should be able to talk about things and know what she was talking about at the same time.

May said: "On any given day I might want to say that the previous government housed immigrants in a network of underground bunkers filled with champagne and chimps serving crack cocaine from bongs in the shape of Russell Grant. I don't have time to check whether any of that actually happened".
Read all about it here.

Monday, 3 October 2011

A series of unfortunate names

1. Unfortunate product name of the day.
My partner and helpmate has been shopping. She decided that I needed a new can of deodorant (guided by her innate sense of stock control, rather than her sense of smell, honest).This is what she got. I'm really not sure about that name.

In fact, I'd go so far as to say that "Pure Game" is a rubbish name for a personal freshness product, at least for one aimed at consumers who don't want to exude the gamey aroma of a well-hung pheasant.

2. Unfortunate English place name of the day.

The Essex village of Shellow Bowells. It sounds like the sort of embarrassing medical condition the Queen might suffer from:

Excuse one, but one really must pay a visit to the ladies'. Shellow bowells, you know; they run in the family. Philip dear, mind the corgis while one's gorn...

And don't even get me started on Steeple Bumstead, Foulness, Mucking and Ugley...

Sunday, 2 October 2011

Rainbow over Newport Pagnell


If you look very carefully, you can just make out that this is a double rainbow. The second bow became brighter and more distinct a couple of minutes after this was taken. Precisely at the moment, in fact, when my camera battery ran out...

Smoke on the water

The Wall Street Journal thought it worth giving Scott Adams a column to expand on his quaint notion that the world's wealthiest citizens will one day migrate to floating tax havens. I agree, but only because this stuff is silly enough to be entertaining, especially when Scott warns the world's mega-rich of the coming socialist tax-apocalypse:

The final phase will involve a tax rate on the top 1% of earners that is so high it can't be described without the Viking word for pillage.

Yeah, right.

Mention of Vikings makes me almost regret that the great floating tax havens will always be a figment of  the over-heated libertarian imagination, though. The funerary rituals of such a seagoing elite could be quite spectacular. I can't imagine the ex-Masters of the Universe being content with just being wrapped in some sailcloth and quietly dropped over the side when their time comes. Something more spectacular and ostentatious would be in order.

I'm thinking of a full-on flaming ship-burial (think Kirk Douglas's dragon ship funeral pyre at the end of The Vikings)* to speed the dear departed to the high net worth Valhalla.

From the fury of the hedge fund managers deliver us, O Lord.

*Although these guys could presumably afford to outdo a warrior from the dark ages and sign off with a grand gesture to match the Graf Spee's final moments.