Confirming what I have long suspected, the Canary is reporting today that the British press is the most biassed and right-wing in Europe. '' Asked about coverage of issues like housing, crime, health, immigration, and economics, the British media was viewed [by survey respondents] consistently as having a right-wing bias. And there were always more people who said the press favoured the right over the left.'' It's pretty obvious, really: the reason why the insults to humanity currently ruling us aren't being given the pounding they deserve is that their right-wing friends control the media. Editors won't say a bad word about CaMoron and his pals as long as their taxes are low. Besides, they all know eachother; buddies scratching one another's back. And as soon as someone tries to speak out, or even try to tell the other side of the story, it is instantly derided as left wing or communist. It is sickening how bad things have got. Day after day, I see reports of the suffering the Tories are causing, with people with disabilities dying in their thousands, but none of it appears in the mainstream pres.
It's getting windy, here in the city
Bins are starting to shift - oh my, it's swift.
Really starting to blow trees to and fro;
Bins fly around, causing such a sound
A cacophony of wind, a great resounding din;
Outside she grows: blows and blows;
Maelstrom pounding maelstrom.
While, in here, all is quiet
Although I'm not sure how far I believe it, according to this Mirror report, David CaMoron could be planning to step down and hold a snap election later this year, whatever the verdict of the EU referendum. I must say I find it unlikely: that bastard seems to want to cling to power as long as possible. But the article says he might be intending to catch Labour off guard. If that is so, we must be ready; the tories have already caused too much suffering, and this might be too great a gift to waste.
I just came across yet another buffoon railing against the apparent evil of political correctness, saying how it stifles free speech and so on. Such people annoy me, for they use a principal we all hold dear - freedom of speech - to defend their right to be a bigot. They say we should all have the right to offend and be offended, but it occurs to me that that is to misunderstand and misrepresent the idea behind political correctness. Of course we should have the right to insult one another, but those insults should be due to what one has said or done, not because one belongs to a particular group of people. Point out my failings by all means, but to say those failings are due to me being a man, a cripple, a trekkie or member of whatever other minority is not acceptable as it tars an entire group of people with the same brush. That is lazy thinking; it is not logical. I am a man, I am lazy, but not all men are lazy. Rather than stifling free speech or coddling people, then, political correctness safeguards against such broad-stroke thinking; it stops us relying on stereotypes when making judgements of others. I fear that those who oppose political correctness would prefer to have those stereotypes unquestioned: they want the right to use racial slurs because it's easier than having to assess everyone on their own merrits.
I don't think I like alcohol any more. Of course, my tastebuds haven't changed, and no doubt were I to have a beer I'd probably enjoy it: I don't like what alcohol does to me, or the power it has over me. I don't like looking forward to it all week; I don't like how it tempts me to go to the pub when I know driving my chair back drunk will be dangerous. I don't like how, whenever I have a pint, I always want more and more. I don't like how it turns me into an arrogant arsehole who thinks it's somehow manly or cool to drink until I'm sloshed. I dislike how it makes me resent people who say, after I've had about three beers, that I better not have any more. I don't like how I somehow think that to have a good time, alcohol must be involved. I don't like the look of sadness and disappointment on Lyn's face when she sees me drunk; or being to drunk to help her. I don't like waking up in the morning, knowing I have once again fallen back into childish habits and got myself paralytic, after promising myself I wouldn't. I dislike having a 'break' for a few months, only to get as bad as ever the moment the break is over. I hate it - I hate it all, and I want rid of it. I don't want anything more to do with alcohol. No more 'breaks', as they just have me looking forward to an arbitrary end point, after which the problem starts again. Nor am I going to 'just have one', as that doesn't solve anything - I still retain the taste, pandering to the problem. I mean to stop completely. I've had enough of this stupidity, enough desiring a substance which only causes trouble. Alcohol has a power over me that it is time I shook off, and the only way to do that is to stop drinking altogether.
[Edited 06/02/2016 at 09:40:33 - added a bit]