Friday, November 12, 2010

Protest Violence

Laurie Penny , po faced wannabe slithering up the left establishment insider leg, has written one of the funniest pieces I have ever read . Honestly its not to be missed for its jejune solemnity and gush. In all the hilarity however she does convey one vital truth ...

".. the violence kicking off around Tory HQ -- and make no mistake, there is violence, most of it directed at government property -- is not down to a "small group of anarchists ruining it for the rest." ...... the vandalism is being committed largely by consensus -- those at the front are being carried through by a groundswell of movement from the crowd."

Not a minority then as Ed Balls and the Guarduna claimed . They are all thugs
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5 comments:

Old BE said...

I wish I could get paid for writing such bullshit!

9:24 am
Auntie Flo' said...

“a great opportunity to test drive the Big Society” Unfortunately, our councils seem to have, as always, grabbed the steering wheel from us.

“We are well placed to deliver the Big Society programme. We have a well established voluntary sector ready and willing to do more for the community. We are rolling out neighbourhood forums across the town, which will give people more say and power over the things that matter to them…I will work tirelessly to drive it into people…”, Councillor Big assured the minister”

“Eer, ‘ow come none of us neighbourhood forums were invited to meet the Minister then?”, whined Harry Public.

“Street parties will need to be organized” Certainly, but will the commuter settlements of stakeholders arrive home from collecting our petitions in time to set the jelly? Never mind, our councils will doubtless work tirelessly to roll out the jelly and blancmange. Meanwhile, in our parallel universe, citizens are trudging the streets in our austerity plimpsoles in determined efforts to stop them.

“village halls decked out and bunting prepared” Weren’t village halls and bunting banned by LA ‘elf and safety in 1998? Anyway, it matters not as the village halls are now multiple occupancy social housing: wonderful places for circulating petitions and organising demos they are too.

“Neighbours who have never spoken before, will share beer and bangers” Ah, now, there you are bang on the money as we are ten steps ahead of you. Community is alive and well here in an ‘all in it together’, war time spirit abounds, beat the Hun sort of way. Remarkable what the law of unintended consequences can do. I’ve just returned home from my nightly petition pub crawl.

“Tell you what, I’ll sign yours if you sign mine…”…Good to see you at the demo last night, were you at the Civic Society’s protest meeting?” “Oh, yeah, did you know it had the largest attendance they’ve ever had in their history…?”

“New friendships will be made and Communities will become communities again. People might just get a taste for organisation.” Oh, we’ve totally embraced this one with gusto.

“Apologies for the crush in here, only we weren’t expecting 5,000 to turn up for the meeting…Someone needs to tell our councillors that the Big Society is here, in Old Jarlow, so why are they trying to destroy it?”, said Stan with a rictus grin a mile wide.

From the reception, where the overspill crush had reached 103, wafted the strains of that old war time ditty:

# Bless ‘em all, bless ‘em all
The long and the short and the tall
Bless all the councillors and politicians
Bless all the planners and their blinking sons
For we’re saying good-bye to them all
Til back to their barracks they crawl
There’s a right commotion this side of the ocean
So cheer up my lads Bless ‘em all!

Back in the hall, a big cheer rang out as Deara picked the out refrains of the protest movement’s battle song on her Gibson:

# Five hundred and eighty refuse to let Old Jarlow die
And a line is drawn in the sand as the battle draws nigh
Anyone that would fight to the end, cross over
And those that would run better fly
And over the line stepped five thousand and seventy nine!

Hey, Jarlow council hands off Big Society
Or where ever you go, you’ll remember Old Jarlow #

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i79X9jTAfEM

11:28 pm
Auntie Flo' said...

“a great opportunity to test drive the Big Society” Unfortunately, our councils seem to have, as always, grabbed the steering wheel from us.

“We are well placed to deliver the Big Society programme. We have a well established voluntary sector ready and willing to do more for the community. We are rolling out neighbourhood forums across the town, which will give people more say and power over the things that matter to them…I will work tirelessly to drive it into people…”, Councillor Big assured the minister”

“Eer, ‘ow come none of us neighbourhood forums were invited to meet the Minister then?”, whined Harry Public.

“Street parties will need to be organized” Certainly, but will the commuter settlements of stakeholders arrive home from collecting our petitions in time to set the jelly? Never mind, our councils will doubtless work tirelessly to roll out the jelly and blancmange. Meanwhile, in our parallel universe, citizens are trudging the streets in our austerity plimpsoles in determined efforts to stop them.

“village halls decked out and bunting prepared” Weren’t village halls and bunting banned by LA ‘elf and safety in 1998? Anyway, it matters not as the village halls are now multiple occupancy social housing: wonderful places for circulating petitions and organising demos they are too.

“Neighbours who have never spoken before, will share beer and bangers” Ah, now, there you are bang on the money as we are ten steps ahead of you. Community is alive and well here in an ‘all in it together’, war time spirit abounds, beat the Hun sort of way. Remarkable what the law of unintended consequences can do. I’ve just returned home from my nightly petition pub crawl.

“Tell you what, I’ll sign yours if you sign mine…”…Good to see you at the demo last night, were you at the Civic Society’s protest meeting?” “Oh, yeah, did you know it had the largest attendance they’ve ever had in their history…?”

“New friendships will be made and Communities will become communities again. People might just get a taste for organisation.” Oh, we’ve totally embraced this one with gusto.

“Apologies for the crush in here, only we weren’t expecting 5,000 to turn up for the meeting…Someone needs to tell our councillors that the Big Society is here, in Old Jarlow, so why are they trying to destroy it?”, said Stan with a rictus grin a mile wide.

From the reception, where the overspill crush had reached 103, wafted the strains of that old war time ditty:

# Bless ‘em all, bless ‘em all
The long and the short and the tall
Bless all the councillors and politicians
Bless all the planners and their blinking sons
For we’re saying good-bye to them all
Til back to their barracks they crawl
There’s a right commotion this side of the ocean
So cheer up my lads Bless ‘em all!

Back in the hall, a big cheer rang out as Deara picked the out refrains of the protest movement’s battle song on her Gibson:

# Five hundred and eighty refuse to let Old Jarlow die
And a line is drawn in the sand as the battle draws nigh
Anyone that would fight to the end, cross over
And those that would run better fly
And over the line stepped five thousand and seventy nine!

Hey, Jarlow council hands off Big Society
Or where ever you go, you’ll remember Old Jarlow #

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i79X9jTAfEM

11:29 pm
Auntie Flo' said...

I dunno what happened there, newms, sorry about that. I posted a piece about the student protestors having been the children of middle class parents and how their parents, squeezed middle England, have also been pushed into a corner with no place to go but protest and that should have appeared before the longer post. Somehow or other, the first piece evaporated.

11:37 pm
Newmania said...

Ha ha never mind Flo I enjoyed the read asI always do thanks a lot

10:26 am

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