Archive for the ‘satire’ Category

This is the global lending merry go-round as explained for the general public by two leading Australian economists, wisely employing a variation of the Socratic method.

There is an answer to all this, you know, and it’s called ‘cuts’. I wonder if young Danny Alexander is up to the challenge. Ha! Fat chance.

Remember John Redwood? We might have had a chance with him.

Hat tip: Tangled Web

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Lol. Peter Brookes is a top ‘toonist.

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The best Downfall mash was this one. Why? Because it perfectly captured the massive Labour wobble about Brown in 2008, when they could have got rid of him. It also reminds us why the Guardian has switched sides today, and regrets reversing the position it took at the time: that Brown should have gone.

Mind you, it’s bloody funny too. Be warned, however, that there are tons of swear words, and I usually try to stay away from that kind of language. I bloody do.

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Ollie Cromwell has done it again!

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This is just one of the really good Guy News’ gags in this week’s gripping instalment.

“Taxbreaks for dead people,” indeed. Lol.

By the way, Emily “Nomates” contributed something to the latest Private Eye. Thought you might like to know…er, never mind.

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I thought the Daily Mash’s reporting of Billy Bragg’s principled hypocritical tax protest and celebtivist posturing was rather bloody funny.



CHANCELLOR Alistair Darling has been forced to scrap his deficit reduction plan, admitting it was based entirely on sales of Billy Bragg’s Between the Wars EP.


Bragg says some RBS executives can now afford to buy a house as big as his

Britain’s 14th biggest pop-folk shouter is withholding his income tax in protest at Royal Bank of Scotland’s continued insistence on being a bank.

Bragg said: “The RBS bonuses echo the kind of backstage rider demands I never get to make at the Tolpuddle Martyrs Festival. I just hope I can make a difference before the Murdoch press hires someone to assassinate me.”

But the Treasury warned it will be forced to make even deeper cuts in public services, including those council-sponsored equality and diversity festivals where Bragg turns up and makes BMW-owning management consultants feel like students again for 20 minutes.

Tom Logan, chief economist at Madeley-Finnegan, said: “This is potentially very serious. Five year gilts are currently being sold on the basis of guaranteed revenue streams from William Bloke and the ones he did with Wilco.

“We don’t want to have to use up the tax revenues from the Kirsty MacColl version of New England. We need that in case we go to war with China.”

Other left-wing musicians have supported Bragg’s stance, with Paul Weller only declaring income from his last three solo albums and all that Style Council rubbish.

Weller added: “But not Stanley Road or All Mod Cons. I’m not some fucking mug.”

A spokesman for the Inland Revenue said: “I’ve actually got a copy ofTalking With the Taxman About Poetry. Maybe he should do a new album called Talking With the Taxman About Spending 18 Months in Jail for Being a Marxist Twat.”

Meanwhile Bragg demanded that all banks should be run like the Co-operative with its green investment policy, fair trade mortgage refusals and the ethical way it charges you thirty quid whenever you go 1p over your limit.

You can read Billy Bragg’s pile of disingenuous horse manure here, if you really want to. Some of the comments underneath it might make it worthwhile, I suppose. Like this one from ‘unionjackjackson’:
I similarly am withholding my tax from HRMC until we have a tory government and my money will be spent wisely.
unlike these labour tossers pissing it away.

Or this excellent one from the multi-posting Lefty-basher ‘stevehill’:

I’ll visit you in prison Billy. Maybe.

Starving schools, hospitals, pensioners, benefit claimants etc of funds to make a protest is a particularly infantile form of toy throwing.Most bank staff are on or below the national average wage, their bonuses will be in the order of £1,000 or so, and they depend on this to pay their bills. The bank’s assets – which you and I own – are essentially its people. They walk out of the door every night. You seem to accept that you can’t veto HSBC or Barclays or Goldman Sachs bonuses. So how do you plan to stop the best people at RBS joining their rivals, causing the bankruptcy of RBS, the loss of 141,000 jobs, and a total write-off of the taxpayers’ investment?

No, you’re not an anarchist. But you’re not being very smart.

Perhaps there is hope for Britain after all – so long as we all club together now to ensure that Bragg and his ilk never have any influence on the running and the future of our country again!

Then we can deal with the bankers properly. They’ll keep.

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Dearth of Satire

I remember that, during the Thatcher/Major years, what you might call ‘attack satire’ – aggressive, abusive, left wing, activist, ‘alternative’ comedy from a list of people most of whom are more-or-less household names these days – was ubiquitous. Ben Elton is one name that springs to mind. Alexi Sale another. But there was a whole crop of them, all either intellectual, Oxbridge lefty luvvies (Stephen Fry) or self-styled (fake, in other words) working class, Comedy Store stand-up types who made long, enduring careers out of “bashing Thatcher” (Ben Elton). The media, of course, and in particular the BBC, didn’t just go along with it, but recruited, encouraged and financed the ‘talent’ that would be spouting it until the Tories were finally banished. No surprise there, then.

I suppose it was a kind of tribute to her, in a backhanded sort of way, that she cheesed them all off so royally in her mission to turn this country from a post-colonial, failed socialist backwater into a nation that championed genuine aspiration and indivuality and made a virtue out of wealth-creation and private ownership.(Unfortunately, given the hopeless mess we are in today, she clearly didn’t go far enough – but that’s another story.) She also shrugged them off – and probably benefited from the kind of image they created of her.

I laughed heartily enough with everyone else at the time, thinking that, with charming youthful naivete, that it was all harmless enough and generally pretty funny. Then along came Major and the attacks evolved into something quite different – and more effective. Instead of being part of some sort of satirical public debate about the direction of the country – with the reds on one side and the ‘evil Tories’ on the other – all of a sudden you had pure ridicule, day after day after day. Major was a figure of fun, not anger, and not so much because of what he did (in the end, he wasn’t such a terrible prime minister), but because of who he was, rightly or wrongly (wrongly). Deep down, people didn’t really think he was up to the job, that he lacked charisma and, though nice, was weak. Again, that assessment of him was entirely wrong, but it stuck and the left, in an endless, personalised propaganda campaign, made sure of it. Part of that process of character assassination was the ‘satire’ of the day which, again, was pretty widespread. It was just one part of the Blair/Mandelson/Campbell plan – a plan that was totally successful, if ’97 is anything to go by.

But now we have a prime minister and a government who, in every possible sense, are worse than John Major and his, and so we are forced to ask a question: Where the hell is the satire? There is no equivalent of, say, Spitting Image, savaging Brown and his hapless crew, nourished by a seemingly endless supply of material (I know, I know – they did try a relaunch, but it failed the ratings test horribly – and understandably, given that it was completely limp). I realise there’s some political satire about, in Private Eye and so forth, and with the broadsheet cartoonists, but nothing like on the scale of the ‘golden age’ of the late-60s to the mid-90s.

I suppose there are a number of possible reasons for this. I’ll list a couple of them:

  • Modern political satire grows out of activism and ‘activists’ are usually to be found on the left (hardly surprising since they invented the word). Simply put, conservatives don’t do satire
  • People are not, currently, in the mood for satire of the kind seen in the 1980s. The country’s changed and the old, clear dividing lines between parties have become very blurred, to the extent that any satirical narrative is likely either not to hit its target or will be garbled
  • It’s part of some sort of ‘understanding’, mainly between the BBC and the left, not to rock the boat when the Labour party is in such dire danger of total defeat.
  • There’s just no bloody talent around
  • What’s happening now is beyond satire

Me? Well, straw men notwithstanding, I think it’s a combination of all five, with some extra factors that I’ve failed to spot thrown into the mix. I have no doubt that number three on the list will be controversial to some, but the evidence is there for all to see. Brown is never attacked by, say, morons like Marcus Brigstocke or Mark Steel – and with good reason, since Steel, for instance, inhabits a political realm which lies just to the left of Trotsky. But they get vast amounts of exposure on the BBC, especially the scrofulous Brigstocke. Talk about biased. But that’s the point, it is biased because, apart from the centre-right attack blogs that have sprung up over the past few years, (and with great success, so clearly there was a gap in the market), there is nothing else – there’s no such thing as ‘mainstream conservative political satire’.

At least, that’s what I thought until I read this earlier in the Telegraph. Melissa Kite no less, a serious political commentator (and a jolly good one), has decided to try her hand. Here’s a taste:

“Right!,” said Captain Gordon Mainwaring, tapping his baton on the table. “I’m calling to order this emergency crisis meeting of Cobra here in Cabinet Office Briefing Room A. Are you paying attention, Milipike?”

But, Private Milipike had a glazed expression. He was dreaming about the time when he would take over the Labour Defence Volunteers and run the Downing Street platoon as it was meant to be run, with bowls of bananas on every desk and weekly gurning competitions.

“Oh, never mind, you stupid boy. Sergeant Harperson, begin the briefing on salt supplies.”

Sergeant Harperson stepped forward with a click of her designer heels. “Attention! You band of snivelling twerps. You’re useless, the lot of you. I bet you’ve no idea what I’ve had to do this morning? I ironed three shirts while I was on the Today programme…”

“Er, that’ll do Harperson, I think I’d better take it from here. We are currently negotiating an international treaty on salt distribution, lads, so we are better equipped to fight the war on snow.

“Snow has no place in a civilised society. And it is this Labour government that is working to end the age old injustice of snowfall and the deeply unfair practise of ice forming on pavements…”

Milipike’s brother, Private Ed, who was an expert on weather, piped up: “Except in Antarctica, Mr Mainwaring, sir.”

“Yes!” said Private Darling. “Or we’re all doomed!”

Oh. Dear. Looks like there’s still no such thing as ‘mainstream conservative political satire’.

Seems like the bloggers are on their own with this one.

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