At the End of the Day

Mind readers, cherry pies, and undone deals

Of all the myriad problems involved in working inside the internet as a medium, the biggest of all by some distance is one’s daily interface with The Mind Readers. They’re everywhere these peeps, driven like so many dogs of war by the belief that – with only one’s prose and the expression of an opinion to go on – they know for sure your entire life experience: your background, beliefs, interests, education, sexual preferences, dick size and state of health.

The ESP of these aliens is terrifying. Argue the case against Rolf Harris’s conviction, and you’re a sicko. Suggest that Mark Bilious-Tomtit might just possibly not walk on water and you’re a paedo. Set out the case against neoliberalism, and you’re a tree-hugger. Set out the dubious nature of some atmospheric CO2 extrapolations, and you’re a climate-change denialist. Don’t like the Met Police? Anarchist Occupy nutter. Don’t think socialism is the answer? Nazi. Have doubts about EU’s commitment to liberal democracy? UKip Little Englander. Suggest Nigel Farage is an Establishment wolf in Sheeple clothing? Cynically destructive. Wonder why EU got involved in non-EU Ukraine’s politics? Putin supporter.

It is getting boring beyond belief. And part of me suspects that’s why this tabloidisation of every position into the soundbite of trolling ants has been picked by Camerlot and turned into that most oxymoronic of myths, the non-violent extremist.

“Don’t agree with me, eh? You must be an extremist.”

NB the original USSR version, “then you must be mad”.
And now, the weather…..

We had a stonker of a storm here last night. Today, Sloggers’ Roost has been littered with wooden windfall. But some windfall is more edible than others:

Cherry pie tomorrow, then.


Well hello there all those wisearses who said eight weeks ago, “HAWhawhaw, of course there will be a deal with Greece”. I wonder what they’re thinking tonight.

The IMF team have taken their ball home, and the Syriza lads have quit Brussels with the two sides “as far apart as ever”. I am truly unable to understand why anyone is surprised by this. Well, apart from the Dutch Gouda human being impersonator, Jeroan Dijesslbleom, of whom we expected little, and got even less.
For what its worth, I left this comment thread at a Maily Barclaygraph finance article this afternoon:

‘The deal is only vital to the eunatics, and I’m bereft here or anywhere else of sound reasons why Greece should ‘spin out of control’. Its medium term economic collapse was caused entirely by austerity of a kind far more vicious than anything in George Osborne’s wettest dream, and its short-term fiscal problems have been manufactured by Mario and his mates at the ECB…with help from the very corrupt fatties who overborrowed in the first place.

Descriptions of Greece as having ‘slipped back into recession’ since Syriza came to power are beneath contempt: what are we to see the previous 4 years as – gradual recovery? What utter tosh

This has not been a negotiation, but rather a deliberately time-wasting humiliation of one nation that merely wants to say one thing: WE DON’T WANT TO BORROW ANY MORE, WE JUST WANT THE DEBT RESTRUCTURED.

Which bit of this do the hackeys not understand?’

But all that said, I cannot believe that – with resistance contagion at stake – the eunatics don’t have one final wild joker card to play.
We shall see. One day. Far into the future, or perhaps tomorrow. Nobody knows: and increasingly, I suspect, nobody cares.

19 thoughts on “At the End of the Day

  1. Re. Greece; I suppose it all depends on how much the EU dream and euro currency means to the political idiots in Berlin and Brussels. Some of the silly buggers will have had a bit of a peek over the precipice and, squeaking in flatulent terror, retreated to that position which says that A Deal Must Be Done. Don’t ask me what deal; it’s all such a crock of smelly stuff that I try not to venture too deeply lest I become infected, but I rather fear that the poor Greek populace will be the last to be consulted. And then ignored.

    Re. those beautiful cherries, have you considered cherry jam? I had some years ago in Bavaria and it was simply exquisite. Worth a thought, do you think?


  2. A chilling picture indeed. Whether or not Greece does in fact implode, the reality of what is already known makes the writer’s concerns something less than scaremongering. We are currently seeing the blind leading the stupid in many locations, none more so than in the international attitude towards Greece.


  3. Cherry pie and vanilla ice cream perhaps….?
    This Greek discussion is very different to what we have seen before. When we examine the numbers – usually so intuitive – we find a polarisation of opinion and no certain answer. The bookmakers favour the status quo , roughly 1/4 versus 3/1. The markets have largely ignored Greece’s potential destiny and have not fully priced in the downside by quite a long way, who knows, but maybe 10%. In spite of this, there remains the human factor, which leaves the debate so wide open and uncertain, swinging yes to no, even if logic points and screams in the same direction, no-one can take a position with any certainty. Surely any opinion is sheer guesswork, which brings it back to level at 50/50 even today.


  4. I confess, I’m one of those ‘wisearses’ because, I am cynical and jaded, because just just how many times in the past 8yrs or so have we been ‘on the cliff edge, staring into the abyss’ too many times to count, and every time the Eunatics have pulled one out of the bag, another fudge has been forthcoming, I can’t help but think that this time will be no different, there is just too much at stake, the whole Dream is under threat, they ain’t about to let a couple of relatively inexperienced Greek politicans blow The Dream out of the water and, let’s be honest here, we have seen first hand that there are no depths to which they will not sink in order to get their own way.
    I still predict a ‘sharp intake of breath’ at the final stunt they pull. I hope I’m wrong.


  5. Well, the Eunatics have managed it for close on a decade now..eventually something will have to give but, I suspect it will something that none us even considered, a totally random unconnected event that will be the catalyst. But, hey! what do I know?


  6. Yes the cherries were going mental on the trees in Tarn gorges. We never ate so many and I am not a big fruit eater.

    Regarding homesick for fish and chips – get yourself down to an Aldi/Lidl near Cahors. Buy one of those “fritteuse” deep fat friers when they turn up in the middle aisle and oil, box of fish fingers with a blue tick on and bobs your uncle. You could even wrap them in an old copy of The Sun with page 3 Sam Fox on the outside to relive the feeling.


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