sheer bloody stupidity
Dec. 10th, 2011 12:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensRight now, I feel a strong urge to horsewhip David Cameron on the steps of his club.
(Look, he's an old Etonian and a Conservative and a Prime Minister. He's got to have a club.)
Bloody idiot. And also idiots, all those idiots who are talking as if it's a good thing for us to have tried to play the flouncing diva and then veto-ed our way out of the EU.
Er. Excuse me. Pardon my temper tantrum. Okay, so we aren't out of the EU yet. But we're hardly doing anything to keep us in on the influence track. We are not some sort of huge world power or British Empire On Which The Sun Never Sets. We are a small set of islands off the edge of Europe, and right now, if the Euro goes down, everyone suffers.
(fumes some more)
Sorry. I know I don't usually talk politics. And it's not as if I liked Cameron and the Conservatives in any case. (I work in the NHS. Three guesses on my opinions about the current government.)
Anyhow. Weekend. Relaxation. Shopping. Cleaning. Stuff.
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"... Had I known it was to trap my good friend Quill..."
"Friend?" jeered Senor Centime.
"My good friend," said Kurt firmly. "And I do not betray my friends. I may," he conceded, "sell them the shares unlucky, induce the wager on the horse belated, or pass them on the mine defunct. I will remove their pocket-books. I will effect the blackmail innocuous. I will, if it is absolutely necessary, drug them." He shrugged. "Les affaires sont les affaires."
"Sure," said Al. So far he followed perfectly.
"But the assassination -- never! Above everything," said Kurt proudly, "I am a man of honour."
-- Envoy on Excursion, Brahms & Simon
(Look, he's an old Etonian and a Conservative and a Prime Minister. He's got to have a club.)
Bloody idiot. And also idiots, all those idiots who are talking as if it's a good thing for us to have tried to play the flouncing diva and then veto-ed our way out of the EU.
Er. Excuse me. Pardon my temper tantrum. Okay, so we aren't out of the EU yet. But we're hardly doing anything to keep us in on the influence track. We are not some sort of huge world power or British Empire On Which The Sun Never Sets. We are a small set of islands off the edge of Europe, and right now, if the Euro goes down, everyone suffers.
(fumes some more)
Sorry. I know I don't usually talk politics. And it's not as if I liked Cameron and the Conservatives in any case. (I work in the NHS. Three guesses on my opinions about the current government.)
Anyhow. Weekend. Relaxation. Shopping. Cleaning. Stuff.
---
"... Had I known it was to trap my good friend Quill..."
"Friend?" jeered Senor Centime.
"My good friend," said Kurt firmly. "And I do not betray my friends. I may," he conceded, "sell them the shares unlucky, induce the wager on the horse belated, or pass them on the mine defunct. I will remove their pocket-books. I will effect the blackmail innocuous. I will, if it is absolutely necessary, drug them." He shrugged. "Les affaires sont les affaires."
"Sure," said Al. So far he followed perfectly.
"But the assassination -- never! Above everything," said Kurt proudly, "I am a man of honour."
-- Envoy on Excursion, Brahms & Simon
