Mixed Bag

All sorts of shite going on at the moment so I thought I'd just do a potpourri. A 'news stew' if you prefer.

Popey.

The Vicar of Christ has resigned. Yip-de-fucking-doo.

There was provision for it in his contract so can they just get on with the whole conclavey thing, elect some old fart to run The Greatest Paedo Show On Earth, light a fag in the Sistine Chapel, and then we can all get on with life. Except that between now, and the lighting of said fag, it will be rammed into our brains for weeks and weeks and weeks....

HINT:  If you don't want to go through all this 'uncertainty for the Church' again, try electing someone under 50 for a change.

It may be a black dude (Shock! Horror!) as part of some wanky plan to seem progressive. You want to be progressive? Endorse condoms and we can reduce the prevalence of AIDS in the world. Or, and this is blue-sky stuff, actually agree to and promulgate the notion that abortion is none of your fucking business, and the decision remains the sole responsibility of the women who need them, for a whole raft of reasons.

And while you're at it, have a root around in the catacombs and print those 66 missing Books of the bible. I'd really like to see what they contain.

Lastly, it's make yer fucking mind up time: if Roman Catholics priests are supposed to be anti-homosexual celibates, why are they continually fiddling with little lads?

Not that Pope Benny did anything about it.

A tad hypocritical, no?











Call Me Unpopular.

Poor Dave. Mere moments after returning from the EU waving a bit of paper saying "We got a reduction!" (it turns out we got no such thing), and insisting on driving through a non-manifestoed Bill to allow gays to marry (for the record, I don't care who marries who, as long as both are willing) his popularity, particularly amongst women, drops faster than requests for Lance Armstrong to deliver motivational speeches. Here, in full technicolour, we have a man who could have saved us all from the prospect of suffering another inept Labour government for quite some time, virtually ensuring that they will get back in power in 2015. If the polls are to be believed, but I suspect they aren't.

Horse-meat.

At the risk of sounding unpopular, so fucking what? Did anyone die? Did anyone even get sick? I admit that it is all a bit ropey, and somehow, Al Qaeda, or the Mafia, or Jimmy Savile is to blame, but FFS, horse-meat is quite tasty. So much for all those chefs and their spectacular taste-buds, eh? The fuckers don't know what they are eating and they are the professionals, so how the hell are we supposed to know? Next up: fish fingers contain no fish and are made entirely of panda meat. Gird your loins for the outrage-fest that will be visited upon us.

Mass Deletion.

My only bit of good news.

As most of you know, I spend an unhealthy amount of time at the UK Gov legislation site. I stumbled across a piece of primary legislation for 2013 in which they are repealing dozens of old laws. Sadly, none of them matter a fuck to most of us, containing, as they do, some real beauties like this:

Kenmare Junction Railway (Abandonment) Act 1890 (53 & 54 Vict. c.xlviii)

Midland Great Western Railway of Ireland Act 1891 (54 & 55 Vict. c.xli)

And a personal favourite: National Insurance Surcharge Act 1976 (c.85)

Need the link? Here you go:  Statute Law Repeal

Not that the repeal of the NI Surcharge Act is especially thrilling, given that the Coagulation has introduced 299 tax hikes since they discovered the public tit never runs dry. Total tax take in 2009/2010 was an eye-watering 513 billion quid and is set to rise to a ball-breaking 671 billion in 2015/2016. Our tax laws now weigh more than Cyril Smith. (Younger readers might want to google the fat kiddie-fiddling freak to better understand the comparison although I am sure you will get the gist).

Apologies for not responding to all the great (and not so great) comments lately. I am running around like fly with blue arse. A pathetic excuse, but there it is.

Be well,

CR.