@farmerman,
Quote:I have in my hand, a list of 200 names made known to me by the HEAD HAMSTER . These names belong to memmbers of the Communist Party and who, nevertheless, are continually posting on A2K.
And so they should. That's the only way to get their policies properly scrutised. We certainly don't want them skulking in underground burrows plotting and imagining we are just plastic counters in some board game they are playing.
They exist in every pub. They always know what should be done. And what it is that should be done always pushes them up the social scale if we let them do it. If we do let them do it because we are too lazy and can't compete with them at the activism game (entryism), have gone to the ball-game say, or redecorating the bathroom again, or we are too easily browbeaten by constant harping in grating tones, like a chain saw, with simplistic mantras which sound good, in the Christian sense I mean, if you don't think about them for more than a micro-second, "in 100 days" type of thing for example, they come to the fore in the same way that tusks and long pointed teeth did in the ordinary, slow-motion evolutionary process and when they arrive at the front they will, not might, treat us as if we are plastic counters in a game they are playing as they well might seeing as that's what we would be if they arrive at the front.
And they never gaze in meditative reveries inspired by evolutionary theory at the spectacle of a chubby female advanced monkey of about 40, or thereabouts, tripping decorously in her Sat Nite kit towards the LADIES powder-room in the pub and disappearing for varying lengths of time before tripping back again. They like telling everybody what should be done too much to be able to spare the time to ponder how that happened to a bloody animal. Plastic counters don't do that sort of thing so they are easier to think about. So what comes to the fore and on to the front are those who think things are easy to think about and have a repetitive, grating tone not unlike that of a squeaky door hinge at a motor vehicle registration office.
They are too busy and too important to wonder how this advanced female monkey got to be bending down pulling clothes out of the washer, stroking them, admiring their whiteness, hanging them out on the line in the warm breeze, watching re-runs of Bad Girls or Loose Women whilst they dry, with tea and biscuits, and massaging AVEITAGIN oil of Armenia skin-toner into the flesh beneath the chin.
What would Proust have done with the time it took the washing to dry. I'll tell you--save you cruddling--he would make you laugh. Assuming you have a sense of humour I mean. Thirty pages easy. And show you how to stand back and have a good look at ordinary things and, hopefully, without hurting anybody's feelings, by the simple trick of designing a prose form which it was easy to use as an excuse for not reading any further after the first hint of hurt feelings or the suspicion of them. Ignore function--sort of.
Which is by way, fm, of letting you know that sarcastic remarks about us conservatives being paranoid at the antics of the left, and thus silly, will get you nowhere because paranoia is irrational fear and our fear of the antics of the left is anything but irrational and particulary not if we are too lazy or easily brow-beaten and allow it to get to the front. I know your post was a polite form of brow-beating and I also know that it had nothing to offer on any policy front. If the brow-beating, even the polite sort, although it does insult A2Ker's intelligence, gets to the front just on the brow-beating it can make policy from there. As Tony Blair is said to have done. New Labour and all that. Mrs Thatcher in a velvet glove. She sacked all the conservatives. The "Wets" she called them. Then she galvanised the workforce not quite so far as the "No Work-No Eat" principle but near enough for it to be seen in the mist. A full-blown technocrat in the emotional sense of knowing what should be done and what should stop being done but not knowing how to arrange it thus requiring spin-doctors to make it look like it had been arranged.
Brow-beating us with McCarthy is a diluted version of what used to be called the Godwin's Law Stick. It must lose the argument when it offers nothing else but the stick. And offers just one man, Mr McLeroy, as if discrediting him discredits the conservative cause.
You don't touch a hair on my head fm with that bullshit.
