How about this for a spectacularly stupid piece of historical revisionism?
You can’t argue with psychopaths.
Damn straight, Derrick.
How about this for a spectacularly stupid piece of historical revisionism?
You can’t argue with psychopaths.
Damn straight, Derrick.
Yes, I know.
Mark Thomas is completely hatstand most of the time, but he and I do stand shoulder to shoulder on the question of freedom of assembly.
Here is his take on plod’s new £9m domestic extremist tracking programme….
Karahi’s been clogging up my inbox again.
Two months ago he dispatched one of periodical email circulars about nothing of consequence, saying….
One day, people, social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter will just disappear without a trace. You heard it here first.
Well, no I didn’t, actually.
Excellent. I’m waiting expectantly for the dawn of that day.
In deciding whether to use Facebook, Twitter, Shitter or Mysolitarybedroomexistence, I only have to ask myself whether The Hoff would use it. Answer, yes, so it’s not for me.
And let’s face it, The Hoff has a more interesting life than most about which to broadcast snippets of ephemera to “friends” he’s never met, and probably never will.
“Fine. Chacun à son goût,” thought I. Personally I don’t use Twitter to divulge information about my personal life, but more as a tool for enticing visitors to this blog, but you’re welcome to your opinion.
Imagine my surprise, then, when this morning, the following paranoid screed arrives….
I noticed this morning that a suggested friend on Facebook….
Sorry?
….a suggested friend on Facebook….
That would be the Facebook that, two months ago, a team of Clydesdales on steroids wouldn’t have dragged you into signing up for, or another Facebook I don’t know about?
….was my landlady.
Now, normally when I have a look at suggested friends I’ve never heard of, we always have one or more friends in common; fair enough.
So I was wondering which friends the landlady shared. Answer: fuck all.
Now that’s just weird. Why would she appear as a suggested friend? I barely know her, don’t know anyone else who knows her, have no personal info on Facebook that would connect me to her, and when I checked her small list of friends I’d never heard of any of them.
Blimey, K. That’s a cosmic mystery and half, right there. Sounds like the CIA’s been reading your thoughts. I’d seriously consider a tin-foil helmet if I were you.
If only there was some way he didn’t absolutely, positively have to use Facebook.
In which Lucien de la Peste talks to himself about liberty, while trying to give the impression he's not completely barking.

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As reason tells us, all are born thus naturally equal, with an equal right to their persons, so also with an equal right to their preservation....and every man having a property in his own person, the labour of his body and the work of his hands are properly his own, to which no one has right but himself; it will therefore follow that when he removes anything out of the state that nature has provided and left it in, he has mixed his labour with it, and joined something to it that is his own, and thereby makes it his property....
Thus every man having a natural right to (or being proprietor of) his own person and his own actions and labour, which we call property, it certainly follows, that no man can have a right to the person or property of another: And if every man has a right to his person and property; he has also a right to defend them....and so has a right of punishing all insults upon his person and property.
'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
Ye are many - they are few.
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