Monthly Archives: April 2011

Musings on George

detail of rusted bridge over a north England railway

Phew! It’s over.

And as we wake up (hopefully!) to the real implications of paying for the  policing & parading of two inbred work-shy over-priveledged parisitic strangers who happen to have squelched “out of a particular aristocratic womb in a particular golden palace”   – and as the frenetic flag-waving for our Great demokkkracy hosting the Olympic Games begins in earnest – here’s a couple of alternative interpretations from ‘Georges’ on this perculiar strain of manipulated and misdirected national pride:

“The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, but he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them”
– George Orwell Continue reading

RED haiku


You live in us all
One cut too deep and you rise
blood. Revolution.