Friday picks

I’ve been a bit off colour this week: not piggy-pox but a boy’s summer cold so my posts, if well meant have been less than typified by glitter ( and I don’t mean that in a court injunction to stay 100 yards away from any branch of Claires Accessories sort of way).

Fortunately others have been blogging up a storm.

Julia’s been hitting out at the jokers’ serial insanities…

Censorship and Olympic-standard home invasions from Schhh…you know who…

…the Right-wing myth of unfair accusations of rape…

…the taxpayers’ very own version of Medecins sans Frontieres…

…and finally, the liberals’ very own Page Three here….

And as Julia points out, talented Ross is doing his thing all the way up the jokers' alimentary canals about school screening for visitors.

The 13th Spitfire takes temporary leave of our senses - but not without an awesome look at our country's ancient liberties.

Meanwhile, over at the Dark Side with the social conservative the depths of whose cynicism about liberals and whose breadth of contempt for Leftism in all its regimented diversity and madness I am unworthy even to adumbrate, DJ has been worrying about the box office takings of the best film ever, David Cameron’s very own captain Ahab who’s been after rather smaller quarry that any great white whale, and in a thoughtful post compares the amusing differences in regional marriage customs between fans of The Golem on one hand and The Sheikh on the other.

I hope to have some actual biting political satire or at least some more of my trademark watery literary parody later this weekend…or at least in time for silly week when we celebrate out political class masters’ benevolence with quips and jokes during the parliamentary holiday season.

And in that spirit, some musings of my own in tribute of the Great Muser himself: James Higham of Nourishing Obscurity…

Some germs are sexist, top government scientists have discovered. The ones that live under toilet seats and which are entirely harmless to men who can put said seats down in complete safety are by contrast deadly dangerous to the women and girls if they try to do the same thing.

Your mother dies and what do your colleagues do? They send you bundles of the severed sexual organs of vegetables.

It’s high time that the left, middle and right-hand lanes of British motorways had their titles updated from ‘slow,’ ‘fast’ and ‘overtaking’ – I mean, who treats them as such?

Nope: realistically they should be called Yorkies, Daily Expressway, and Mercedes only.

Poster boys and girls

Off to one of Britain's distant shores at the weekend for quality time with Tiny Northwester.
It'll probably rain.
So here's my pick of what I've enjoyed recently.
(Sorry about all the good stuff I've missed, but it's late and I want to post this at breakfast before the journey.)

James worries about why we blog and Swedish wife swapping.

One answer is CherryPie in puckish mood about the Japanese and why their success is better than our bureaucracy by land and sea.

Another is this guy, who's celebrating the olive tree which, alongside the hoplite army and the belief in Man's reason led the greeks to democracy. And tyranny. And aristocracy. Sigh. Good stuff on warmist lunacy, too.

And on...

Why Britain is a failing state - hard hitting contents of Xanthippa's Chamberpot. Never seen it done so crisply and so quickly and ye gods it has to stop!

Subrosa recycles a German's view of Islam, and if those whipped anti-patriots are speaking up, then you oughta listen, Mister.

A brand new conservative site. Hooray! Reflections on the culture wars from Ultramontanity. Demons, radicals, liberal, serfs and popes. Very sound and a welcome newcomer to social conservative blogging.

Leg Iron on how Postman Pat and the brothers are conspiring to raise the BNP vote.

Moving away from politics for a moment...

This is so cool! It's exactly the kind of thing that the Internet was designed for.
(Apart from surviving a nuclear war and publishing pictures of lesbians, of course.)
Great, great pictures.

The delectable Mel on the new Stalin, Big 0 himself. Can't wait for the first show trials. Must wait for the slow-loading Speccy.

Penny Patch Patrician does a CSI job on the mind of the Easter Egg in the White House: like Mel's stuff but with added liberal idiot cartoon - well worth a visit just for that one graphic.

Cassandra Troy, an authentic European classical liberal minimal statist points us to America's Capitalism march. Stirring stuff, but who's that voice on the second video and what happened to the horse?

Everybody in the world's seen it by now (except for the BBC's viewers of course), as the Number Twos from Number Ten gets a new out-door installed by Dan The Man, but I especially like I Unknown's plea to spread the word - like the last bit of Independence Day - minus the Morse code, of course.

Bon appetit, and..

Igor, release the squirrels, and bring the girl to me.
Fly, fly my beauties!

Home.




Rugged individualists, please queue here for your uniforms to be issued.
No spitting. No smoking. No talking. Stay in line.

Retro tips

Here are some pieces I should've pointed out as treats and surprises last week.
If you'd missed them, I 'd never forgive myself.

Ross stands up for the little man here.

Other blog stuff on words and phrases so bad that Nu Labour forbids itself to say them.

Mummy X points out...oh, all kinds of cools stuff and some deep brown, and check out the medical posts in this day's page.
We're doomed. Doomed.

And Sue? Well Sue is hep to the political beat. Warning - this link is not for the squeamish or faint of heart. For everyone else, it's still pretty eww.

Enjoy.

But seriously folks..

Over at the house of NO, Sonus is finally laying it on the line about who's in charge and who's doing what to us all to keep it that way. I do recommend a read because if it's right then we're all pretty much wasting our time, apart from the militia movement.



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