Category: Politics
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Co-Pout

After ‘Trolley’s’ woeful performance at the equally abysmal COP26, we might be justified in lamenting the failure of our Government to set the shining example to the nation that their position demands. I beg to differ. Were they a shining beacon of excellence, we might mark them out as being more hypocritical than they are.…
Max Frances
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All the Sheeple

Well, it had to come sooner or later – the politicisation of mask-wearing. After all, the opposition are certainly no good at real politics. If they were even just below average, we would have seen some serious damage inflicted on the worst government in living memory. The great mask divide does not however reflect so…
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In Plain Sight

It’s time to talk about hate. ‘Hate’ is after all an intense dislike of something, which is not tempered by any recognition of a counterbalance. Of course, in popular usage, the descriptor of ’hate speech’ is typically applied to the unhinged musings of religious fanatics and right-wing nut jobs. It has however for sometime slipped…
Max Frances
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Coming Home To Roost

The UK Government has been taking a public beating recently for reneging on the Withdrawal Agreement, but perhaps for once this is not quite what it seems. I recall reading a fascinating paper – written by a hardcore feminist – that railed against the ‘No means no’ mantra. Her argument was a cogent one. If…
Max Frances
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Pig Out

Wayne Couzens never shattered confidence in the police. Brutal criminal thugs bullying the public on fake public order raps, sly dogs secreting themselves in hedges with their speed guns, and mincing lavender fluffballs in their rainbow-decalled pandas sealed that one long ago. We can dwell on the Everard episode, but spare a thought for all…
Max Frances
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Wordsworths

It’s a rum old thing, and one that confounds linguists, but there’s an inherent paradox in language. When we communicate a message, the logic of the sentence will often have little bearing on how it will be interpreted. Audiences bring their fears, preferences, and very often their psychoses to the table, and then home in…
Max Frances
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The Same Game

You’d have to have a heart of stone not laugh at the current Brussels pantomime, and we’re not yet even in the run-up to Christmas. The anglosphere has converged to squeeze France out of a $90bn submarine contract, and French indignation is, well, ripe. Strangely, there seems to be no sign of smug Europhiles gleefully…
Max Frances
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Bob-Bob-Bobbing Along

Migrants are once again sticking their oar in, and politicians and commentators are rowing in the wrong direction. The row this time is about UK Border Force plans to block passage and push them back to France. Sounds pretty reasonable to me. If I go steaming into a shop to rob it, I’ll expect to…
Max Frances
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Shut Your Cakehole

It’s a funny old world. Droning, bleeding hearts are seeing their piss boiled by current issues with supply chains and highlighting these as a direct consequence of Brexit while also bemoaning the challenges faced by EU citizens currently domiciled in the UK. Two sets of inevitable consequences of Brexit – one for I-told-you-so gloating and…
Max Frances
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Fish-Fingered

And so the inevitable farce plays out. While the Taliban had a cause, the majority of Afghans had a greater prize in the cross hairs of their beady eyes – the opportunity of a new life in the West with all those taxpayer-funded trimmings. Sure, there are dissidents whose body parts might have been destined…
Max Frances
