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Precious little happened on this day in history and no one terribly interesting is having a birthday today, so I'm just going to dedicate the day to SwiftyBoy and any other British veterans or servicemen known and loved to readers of the Untrusted with sincerest thanks.
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Today's Daily Chat guest-written by Andysays:
Interesting day in English political history; in 1215, King John put his seal to the Magna Carta. Exactly 166 years late, in 1381, Wat Tyler leader or at least figurehead of the Peasants’ Revolt was killed at Smithfield while parlaying with King Richard II. He now has a country park, a pub and at least two roads named after him; that dude endures too.
More recently, in 1785, two Frenchmen became the first ever casualties of an air crash after their hot air balloon exploded during an attempt to cross the English Channel. One of them, Jean Francois Pilatre de Rozier, had been the co-pilot of the first ever manned flight two years previously. Should have been content with just one entry in that big Guinness book.
In 1909, Representatives from England, Australia and South Africa met at Lord’s to form the Imperial Cricket Conference.
Celebrating birthdays today, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales (1330), Nicolas Poussin, French painter (1594), and Mary Carey, American pornographic actress (1980).
Mourning deaths, the families and friends of Theophanu, Empress of the Holy Roman Empire (991), Marguerite De Launay, Baronne Stall, French writer (1750), and Ella Fitzgerald (1996).
If you’re either an actor or an epileptic, today’s the day of your patron saint, St Vitus.
For all those in Denmark, today’s the day for you to get out your flags and wave them.
And finally, on a more personal note, today is the final day for all students in their second and final year of the Countryside Management National Diploma at Capel Manor College to hand in their assignments. See you in the library, and maybe in the Pied Bull afterwards for a quick drink.
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The "poison dwarf". Just marvel at how small and disturbing she is. I got sent the photo as an attachment so didnt know how to link it as weblink, but wanted to share it with the UT. But we'll keep daily chat on the pig thread, we all remember how confused we got when we had more than one chat thread going at a time (simple folk, us UT crowd...)
11 June 2009
“But it was a treaty, not a constit-“
“No, no, Hazel, the time has passed for all that, long passed.” I reply, “Come this way, we still have Jenny, Boris and Des to visit, they are in the other enclosure, along with the honorary boar – Snowball, a two tonne gargantuan. You Napoleons are going to be the special guests of the feast.”
They are lead onwards, single file, towards the second enclosure. Blair leads, followed by Brown, Blears, Miliband, Balls, Smith, Harman,
“Hazel, you will be first. Not today, but at the end of the week. We, the people, wanted dearly for you all to spend at least a few days thinking about your demise and to help you visualise that moment we brought you here, to the enclosure. We wanted to show you the pigs in advance. Come Friday, it’ll be feeding time. It was the only punishment we thought suitable for the crimes of you honourable members.”
Mandy breaks down, he falls to his knees and wails. Whimpering breaks out along the line. Purnell vomits. Blears maintains her robotic grin throughout, the only sign of inner fright is a twitching, restless hand.
Taken back to their cells, they each sit in solitude for their final days, constantly plagued by images of Bessie and Timmy pottering about the enclosure. Only a month prior they had been forcibly dragged from
That’s the current dream, it’s not quite Martin Luther-King yet but it’s a work in progress.
I cant help but think that one of the major problems with British politics is that the pigs have never been unveiled. Or rather, parliament gave the monarchy a tour of the farmyard in the 17th century, but the people have never extended the same courtesy to our parliamentarians, we have neglected their needs and so in turn they neglect ours.
As i listen to Brown's snivelling proposals for "radical reform", or see smarmy Dave giving a heartfelt monologue on the beauty of the FPTP system, i just cant stop thinking about the pigs...
Next time you read some offensive guff from any of our esteemed representatives you too can calm yourself by going to your "happy place", be it having the honour of personally leading the pig parade, or, as Annetan suggested, burying them alive in a rubbish dump.
For therapy of a different kind, you can read "The triumph of the political class", by Peter Oborne. He apparently writes for the Mail but dont hold that against him. In fact do, but read the book anyway. I was so frothing with primal contempt for New Labour that i was certain i could never again hate anything as much as i hated those ministers, but with the help of Oborne's book i am finding a whole new world of disdain and loathing. If you want to plumb new depths of despair, if you want to find the limits of your disgust, you can do it all with Oborne's help.