Category: Social Media
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DM Me, Hun
Social media is one humming cesspit at the best of times, but it seems to be de rigeur to post a picture of a recently deceased person with a message telling them to ‘fly high’, with a cringeworthy ‘with the angels’ being an optional extra. Sometimes it’s ‘fly high with the angles‘, which I guess…
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15 Minutes
The artist Andy Warhol once commented that everybody gets their 15 minutes of fame. In the last few weeks, isolated pockets of Ukrainians dotted around the world will have ticked this off their bucket lists. In one local backwater in the UK, the town council organised a vigil (what else?) for the Ukraine, which drew…
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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.…
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Oil of Ole
If the continued presence of Ole Gunnar Solskjaer in the Manchester United dugout is mystifying, you probably haven’t ever been too absorbed in the hell of UK office politics swirling around you. It’s a common phenomenon in business that people hire their buddies and would rather see poor results than allow somebody who’s not part…
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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…
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Move On – Nothing To See Here…
The clock is already ticking on the new fad of calling out violence against women and girls, particularly on the part of police officers. Give it a couple of weeks, and the slacktivists who are desperate to claw in a few more Twitter followers will have slithered away to the next ‘hot topic’. By way…
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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…
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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…
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Radical, New Triumph
These are challenging times for Guy Verhofstwat and all the rabid, butthurt EU fruitcakes after Emma Raducanu’s US Open win. They’re all stuck between the rock of wanting to claim 50% of the title in the EU’s name and the hard place of their hatred for the China and the UK. Momma said there would…
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Milking and Bilking
The candlelit vigils are underway in Plymouth, and the collection buckets have been a-rattling. The political and activist rinsing is also in full swing. It’s the post-tragedy UK we know and love. Now that the Plymouth trigger man has been linked to so-called incel philosophy — that’s millennial code for geezers who can’t get a…
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