Monthly Archives: May 2013
  • 25/05/2013

    You Gotta Love Matt

    Matt Cartoon



    Hang ‘em High

    There is a clear case for capital punishment for the imbecilic savages who killed a young soldier with a machete today in broad daylight, in full view of the public, and then paraded up and down the street chanting the standard Islamic phrases, inviting their picture to be taken.No good can come of their being saved from death by doctors, returned to health, sent to prison, and YES, you guessed it, released in due course, to become leeches of the state, being unemployable, having no money for food and shelter. They will cost us all a hundred grand a year



    Definition of Insanity

    We all know it, do we not? Doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result?I know Pakistan quite well, having travelled there three times a year for five years or so in the late 80s and early 90s. I have followed, with heavy heart, the evolution of the state from General Zia's strong-arm tactics to the recent absurdity of Asif Ali Zardari's administration. Zardari is a kleptomaniac, of billionaire status.Nawaz Sharif is not much better. His last administration became so brazenly corrupt it virtually invited the military to take over again



    Consolidating the Gains

    Nigel Farage with his pet pintIain Martin in the Torygraph makes the valid point that there are many Ukippers who, heady with the success of last week, will become insufferable. Cameron, in his foolish contempt for Ukip when it was polling in the low single figures, was quite correct to say that amongst its supporters were to be found loonies, fruitcakes and closet racists. But no more loony than Nadine Dorries, no fruitier than Greg Barker, no more closet racist than, for instance, my friend the local Tory councillor down here who unwisely started racially stereotyping



    Stay at Home Party Wins Idle Vote

    Two reasons:First, the Turf Club spring meeting at the New Zealand golf club. I can't tell you how splendid it was. Idle is by no means a duffer but he ran into a mate who really knows how to play the game in an opposition club in London (Whites, natch) a month ago and we cooked up a plan. Said mate, who plays off 7 at Royal Porthcawl (a proper track, windy and tricky), was just the fellow. We buggered up the 18th but still came second (result! - the winners have to buy the drinks after lunch and come