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Showing posts with label Margaret Thatcher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Margaret Thatcher. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

It's all in the picture

Due to a very heavy workload I will be covering for Cerrie this week.


Oscar Wilde's A Picture of Dorian Grey shocked a society when it was first published in 1890 as the lead story in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine. The magazine itself censored over 500 words from the original because they were deemed to be too much. Though most of the outrage was because the scenes of the debauchery depicted acted more like a mirror to the higher order and served as confirmation of actions to those living in the less fortunate world. 

In 1891 Wilde removed some of the more controversial passages, added a couple of chapters and did some major rewrites to create the book form that is so well known today.

What most people don't realise about A Picture of Dorian Grey is how much of it is based on reality. Not all the sordid frightfulness, we all know what the other half get up to in the quiet of their own Buckingham Palace. It's the painting, the picture, the wearer of the sins that is real.

Yes I know it sounds too amazing to be true however, I have located the pictures held in the attics of some well known politicians and when you see them you will understand how these people maintain such a normal looking face with all the wrong they do.

First up is Dep. Prime Minister Nick Clegg.


Then the main man himself, David Cameron 

But the most compelling evidence that pictures are are being kept to hide the effects of sins from an evil doing person is this one of Margaret Thatcher.
It was removed from her attic 1 week before she passed. As you can see, there was a lot of sin to catch up with.

Saturday, 26 October 2013

David Cameron's Things To Do List


by Ashley Lister

 sell some UK assets
help an oxbridge chum
screw the country's voters
soundly up the backside

line the bankers’ pockets
get Nick Clegg on his knees
sanction fuel price hikes
make the old folk freeze

give away Royal Mail
make sure my friends get stocks
keep employing Georgie Osborne
keep sucking Tory lollipops

help my friends dodge taxes
do my business chums a favour
advise the poor to buy jumpers
blame it all on labour

beatify dear Maggie
locate George Osborne's brain
kill more old folk than Harold Shipman
screw Nick Clegg again

destroy a once proud nation
reside at number 10
screw Cleggy for one final time
get voted in again


Sunday, 14 April 2013

Censorship Ding Dong: The Divisive Witch is Dead.


The BBC looks to defy the national interest again today, insisting it will not be playing the song catapulted up the charts by the death of Margaret Thatcher.

After newspaper headlines of ‘Munchkin Fury’, ‘BBC Thatcher Song’ and the like, they’re pulling it but for a small clip, refusing to play any part in the seemingly peaceful protest and as such, probably sending sales through the stratosphere. They’ve done it before. The Sex Pistols owe a lot to censorship. Frankie said what again? Perhaps we should all just relax about the song and put a bit of perspective on the matter. ‘Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead’ can be seen as being perhaps a bit far. There are others who would argue it is not far enough. Whatever your opinion, it is less than a minute long and so begs the question, why didn’t they just say they'd play it as usual and stop it dominating the news.

What we have actually been fed is another distraction by wise old 'Auntie'. We’ve been gushed at over the Iron Lady. The lady not for turning. The woman so almighty and powerful she was ousted by her own side, detested by the other sides of the house and turned against even by the feminists. A female prime minister. Girl power, eh. There are those who will say Maggie was the greatest leader we’ve had since Churchill. She stood firm in the face of the terrorists. She took on miners who were “way out of line,” as I’ve heard said this week. She kickstarted the country…

In the interest of fairness I now get to say my bit. She was a savage. A person so intent on having her way that all else was disregarded. Never mind the men too old to ever again get a job- the industries must be closed down, one by one and with brutal impudence. Never mind the dictators she was propping up- they did a good bit of business on the side, who cares if they too would go down in the annals of tyranny. She could ride a good bit of roughshod, without seemingly any remorse for those on the other end of it and over the last week we've been fed just one line of the story- it is as if these things didn't happen. Right to buy schemes have been championed with no mention of the failure to 'restock' by housebuilding. Private sector business has been promoted so much I think the Conservatives can pull it from their adverts forever- the point has been made with no mention of the great divide these things created between the rich and the rapidly increasing poor.

Three million people unemployed is by no means a success story. Three terms in office, including a war win should leave the country in a better place, shouldn't it- not divided and ripping chunks off one another. We're feeling the pinch of the bank downfall now, they're getting loopholes to jump through. How the miners would have loved a tax break- only they'd have rather bloody paid it and had a job.

So ding dong. Battle has commenced up and down the country and with that, why shouldn’t people have the right to vote a song up the charts? A quick dance in the street is what I feel a lot of people will have wanted to do. I was briefly tempted, but for being at work in Poulton-le-Fylde, a place full of old Tories. There has been a considered attempt at glossing over the years of hurt and hate- the gushing tributes, the fawning as my father called it but there has been a name- a name so divisive it has been unspoken in many parts for twenty years, and now Voldemort is big news again.

There is grieving to be done, and they're welcome to it but a 10 Million Pound funeral has stoked the fires. Like the Jubilee, the Olympics and other great public occasions, I hope many poems are written, songs are re-recorded, and stories passed to children. Let the history books be balanced and the facts never forgotten. With the respect to her family that she gave to all of those like mine, the witch is dead I say.

Thanks for reading,
Shaun