Just when I thought it wasn’t possible, my hatred of Tony Blair has taken on a whole new weight and depth. I feel like the idiot in a disaster movie who relaxes after the first tremor. What was I thinking. That I was all out of hatred? Not even close.
Here’s Blair, trying to smear anti-war protesters by linking them to the BNP:
There are people – particularly now the BNP apparently say they want to get in on the action – you end up just causing a lot of hassle for people and cost when there are better things for the police to do and it’s not as if we need to do it.
Oh seriously. Go fuck yourself, and fuck yourself hard. And if you need a hand fucking yourself, just say the word, and I’ll pop into a cab with some coat hangers, a tube of superglue and a broken beer bottle, then we can really start the party.
Really.
I’ve never been quite brave enough to wear bright white socks with bright black shoes. I mean, it’s not as if this is a gauntlet that’s daily thrown down before me by my wardrobe, a challenge from which I have ever slunk trembling, I’ve just quietly avoided the combination. Like going out wearing a hockey mask and a blood-spattered butcher’s apron, it’s just something I don’t do. But now, finally, I’ve been shown how it’s done. My doors of perception have been flung open by Aldous Huxley and his snowy ankles.
Here’s the full photo of Huxley:
He’s leaping at the behest of Phillippe Halsman. I can’t believe I’ve never heard of Philippe Halsman’s Jump Book until just now. Considering how much I love books about people jumping. What was it Huxley said? “Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.” Two of which are jumping, and discovering books about people jumping.
Bertrand Russell, writing in 1938:
“At the time of the Tokyo earthquake, the inhabitants of that city turned upon the Koreans living there and massacred them, not because they supposed these harmless folk had caused the disaster, but because terror and misery made them wish to massacre somebody. We and the French spread terror and misery throughout Germany in the years after the armistice; they could not massacre us, so they turned upon the Jews. It was a gesture of insanity; but if, as I firmly believe, terror and misery caused the insanity, it will not be cured by a further dose of the same poison.”
Same goes for Iraq/Afghanistan in the wake of 9/11, same goes for Palestine. Same goes for Wriggles whenever he sees another dog.
“Our system allowed too much freedom for predation, abuse and excess risk”, said Geithner, whose career began at Kissinger Associates in Washington, where he worked for three years before joining the International Affairs division of the U.S. Treasury Department in 1988. In 2002 he left the Treasury to join the Council on Foreign Relations as a Senior Fellow in the International Economics department, and became director of the Policy Development and Review Department (2001–2003) at the IMF. Then in October 2003 he was named president of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York.
Kissinger Associates.
Council on Foreign Relations
IMF
President of the Federal Reserve.
Treasury Secretary.
This, from the New York Times, February 2009:
Mr. Geithner, who will announce the broad outlines of the plan on Tuesday, successfully fought against more severe limits on executive pay for companies receiving government aid. He resisted those who wanted to dictate how banks would spend their rescue money.
If that’s not funny, I don’t know what is.
What was it Geithner said once? “Most consequential choices involve shades of gray, and some fog is often useful in getting things done.” You know what else likes fog? Monsters, rapists and war. And landscape painters, of course.
He didn’t think it would, so he tried it out at night. But it worked a charm.
I’m bored and annoyed by this cartoon.
A ball on a hedge! Oh come on.
What is that even about?
