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A fanfare to insatiable brainlessness.

For all the obvious virtues of freedom of speech, and its hard won existence, its value to some lets them piss it up the wall. We don't want to provoke censorship of popular culture. We just like to laugh at other people's views, be they funny, clever or unremittingly stupid.

A graceful look at those we don't much like..

Do you feel like your life is inescapably polluted by media 'personalities', your only solaces in bile, unjustifiable hate and violent fantasy. We don't. But we do find lots of things to hate, and at the steady pace of roughly one a week. And there is nothing remotely cynical about that; just ask Jeremy Clarkson.

Sarah Palin and Scott Brown set the United States frothing

Is this like knee-jerk reversalism?

We were wrong about Obama, so let's all run clear to the other side of the room?

We figured Bush was dumb because he sounded dumb. Obama sounded smart, but turns out he's probably dumb, so maybe Palin's smart cause she sounds kinda dumb? She's got two kids named "Track" & "Trig", so how smart can she be?

Bank chief to Darling: it’s time to make cuts.

'This government should be taken out into a wood, shot and buried in unmarked graves!'

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Times Online 20.10.09

Joe Swash: I believe in everything.

Joe Swash narrowly missed being the inaugural post of the ‘Unremitting Bastard’ blog, but the guy is rendered benign by an inordinate lack of intelligence, and can’t be held to account. That said he really is pushing his too thick to be harmful credentials with ‘Joe Swash: I Believe in Ghosts.’ I wouldn’t raise an eyebrow if I was told Joe Swash has commissioned a special net with which to catch Father Christmas, and thusly I do find it hard to understand the rationale behind allowing him to mediate a potentially interesting argument between spiritualism, religion and science. Unless the rationale was cynically; who is thick enough to allow even the kind of person that watches a programme on ghosts on BBC 3 feel superior? (I do realise that I fall squarely into that category.) Perhaps a producer overheard him pronounce poltergeist.

Fears for thousands of British jobs after Cadbury finally succumbs to £11.5bn takeover by U.S. food giant Kraft

'This will get lots of red arrows but I think the choice of chocolate in the UK is rubbish, loads of different bars, ALL THE SAME FEW FLAVOURS, milk, dark, nut, crunchy, orange, raisin, err that's about it. In fact most of these aren't flavours but different textures or choc types. In France they have lime, lemon, strawberry, cointreau, hundreds of REAL choc-bar flavours'

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Daily Mail 19.01.10

Big Freeze is back as FOUR INCHES of snow is set to hit Britain tomorrow

'4 inches of snow isnt bad. Especially if it is spread out across the country. It wouldnt even reach a hundreth of a Millimetre.'

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Daily Mail 19.01.10

"Freecording Is..." a load of old bollocks, no?

Take a look at this frankly ridiculous promotional webpage for Canon camcorders over at The Guardian .

It's trying awfully hard isn't it? Freecording! Apparently, that's "living and shooting at the same time"! Who'd have thought that was possible?

PR-Crunch Watch - 'High' Tea Nonsense

Following on from last week's post on PR bumf masquerading as credit crunch news, another offender has appeared in today's papers.

Apparently, according to The Guardian, "the old-fashioned high tea is enjoying a credit crunch revival"...

The Bless-You Contest

Currently there are three people in my office who seem to be competing to be the first to say 'bless you' whenever someone sneezes. It is unbearably annoying especially as everyone seems to have a cold at the moment, and so you can more or less guarantee that someone is going to sneeze at least once every ten minutes. This is making my office environment even more unpleasant than usual - not only am I made extremely aware that the very air that I'm forced to breathe is a toxic cloud of snot particles destined to make me ill, but I'm also prevented from concentrating on anything for any prolonged period by a barrage of shouted 'bless yous' every five minutes or so...

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