When a Goverment starts telling people what they should wear we are on the road to George Orewells 1984 which is the country we now live in

But remeber today sunday we allow the Goverment to tell us that Tesco/Asda/Sainsburys can only open for 6 hours to let us shop

What hope has this country got of ever living in freedom when we allow the Goverment to tell us when to shop

Think of it

Emma
emma2001

Just think of it, when you’re trudging all the way to the corner shop at 4:01pm this Sunday. Think: “this is my Oceania. This is my war-torn totalitarian murderhole. This is my Iraq, my Zimbabwe, my Sudan. They may not be laying waste to my cultural heritage. They may not be violently suppressing dissent. They may not be dragging my family away to death camps. But they are restricting trading hours for one day of each week. Repression of basic human desires. Just as Orwell predicted. Shit, I’m like a philosopher or something. I could murder some Space Raiders.”

Here’s what Chris pulled out…

Your Majesty, we have met before, remember me?…. I am the lion that stands on your crown, I am the Dragon that is the spirit of your nation, I am the sword that rose from the lake and was given to Arthur, I am the blood that runs through your nation’s veins, I am the breath that your nation breathes, I am the morning mist on the downs, I am the heather on the moors, I am the sun that shines on the Dales, I am the mountains of caledonia and Cymry, I am the white cliffs of Albion, I am the beat of the Morris man’s bells, I am the sound of the pipes over the hills, I am the snow that falls on the meadows. I am the soldier who fought for you, and you father, and your father’s father, and his, I am the Gesith that stood on Senlac field, I am the wise old man you met when you were young, I am the young man your great grandchildren will meet, I am the ghost of the past, and I am the future…. Remember me now?… Your Majesty?
Sigbrit

Sigbrit, we have met before, remember?…. I am the rapidly descending silence every time you walk into a room, I am the pretty Somali girls who laughed at you on the bus, I am the modern world that makes you shit your silly pants in fear and confusion, I am the weird smell of rotting dog food that you leave behind when you do, I am your parochial bafflement at exotic foodstuffs such as ’sizzling beef in black bean sauce’, I am the look of disappointment glued permanently to your mother’s face, I am your grandchildren’s crippling embarrassment, I am the ghost of your past failures, and I am your dismal future…. Remember me now?… Sigbrit?

This is lavolta. We start on Islam and gays and end up with something that looks like the worst coke-addled brainstorming session ever to come out of Channel 4 development.

Considering some agency provide in some country’s “pregnant womb”(means mothers) for homosexuals wishing to have “own children”.
Lets question the class division of exploitation too, brought up by a sometimes wealthy homosexual community who acts as social predatory as the rest of the “we deserve it” social disconnected lifestyle yuppies.
lavolta

Has a good ring to it, although it reads like my notes from that scriptwriting class I took once:

Liberace given robot body by “time travelling” lesbian. Becomes immortal, “impregnates” zombies. Skynet becomes operative slightly earlier. 1967. Late on third Tuesday in August. Teatime? Gives birth to cultural revolution. “Una Stubbs”. Eaten by giant clitoris. Eaten by symbolic cats. Eaten by depleting sense of self worth.

Keith Chegwin??? “It is sickening.” Fade to black. “We shall overcome”.

Back then I failed because I just couldn’t feel the narrative or something. Apparently movies are supposed to have them, unless you’re Michael Bay. Little help, lavolta?

One narcissistic generation brainwashed by the neoliberal doctrine, has lost the good old reflex to question the paradox between total transparency for the sake of enterprise “freedom”and soap mind washing controlling everybody’s “freedom”.
lavolta

Shit. See, this is why I’m still in IT – in the writing game you often end up feeling like a complete Cuger when you come up against a Cocteau of these proportions.

lochraven wrote:
Isn’t it funny how people’s sense of right and wrong changes with each circumstance, and who’s doing what to whom? I think this whole incident should be called a draw. No winners, and no losers. Stop looking for a villain, it’ll get you nowhere.

It’s funnier how people’s sense of flat-head and cross-head depends on what screw they’re screwing into what. Where’s the consistency, eh?

Right here in Woodford there are foxes who come into open kitchen doors and steal runners [trainers] shoos etc .They are as bold as brass, and very cheeky, the problem is people feed them and they come around looking for scraps. Wolves might get rid of them, but they may be a step too far.
Mr C Quinn, Ilford London England

the question should be save not spend.
I agree that the NHS should be “protected” I do not believe that government, or anybody should not allow the NHS to defend their place in the market place.
I have visited several hospitals all over, and I park myself in a strategic place for 5 minutes and write the activities going on around me. Excluding cleaning staff, in the best case 41 staff, Doctors, Nurses, Admin etc. walked past. Doing nothing but walking up and down corridors, the worst case there were 76 people of similar stature, just walking several with clip boards, doing absolutely nothing. The average of all the Hospitals together is 52.3 persons per 5 minute spell (any time but mainly daytime) that equates to 5020.8 people doing nothing in an 8 hour period. Forgive me if I seem a little too simplistic but even if you half the number 2510.4 is much to many. Take into consideration that “anything can be moved from one place to another as many times as you like and you will not add a penny value to it. surely the largest single saving can be made in hospital efficiency just pouring tax payers £ in will do nothing to improve the situation, in fact all it is paralleled to is government spending on Quangos.
weallmustvote

The latest results (from people with white coats n everything) will only add to your concerns. Lord Professor Baron Robertstache Winistroni sat in a lift for an hour and concluded that doctors and nurses spend the entire day just going up and down… up and down… up and down. Seriously. As soon as one of the fuckers got out at the top, another one would get straight back in and go all the way down again! I mean. What the actual fuck are they playing at? Even more worryingly, a squad of crack boffins (from the Smethwick Rolfe Street branch of Greggs) spent all day sat in the bog and concluded that around 15% of NHS staff are doing a poo! And the other 85% are pissing like horses! I’m going to keep a close eye on my doctor next time I see him, that’s for sure. You can keep your poo-hands where I can see them, Mr Shitty.

Anyway. Thanks for your contribution to this very important science result. This is how progress is made. Sometimes, it takes a true visionary to ask questions so obvious that nobody else bothered. Questions like “What happens in corridors?” and “Has anybody on the bus seen my shoe?”.

How far should undercover reporting go?

these newspapers are beyong the joke? does the word entrapment come to mind? they do anything to get headlines? never bothering about the damage they do to people’s lives? and remember she done nothing illegal? but of course it.s damaging for someone in her position? pity she never got the £500000 that would of taught the news of world a lesson? but i doubt it they seem to have pot’s of money at hand to write there sleaze?
gereatricgeorge1932

Who would make the best Labour Party leader?

gordon brown? 00ps sorry a labour supporter all my 78 years? david milliband? or let the deputy primeminister have a go? ladies get a fair chance in the labour party? or get a liberal? there always swapping about he he “bye”
gereatricgeorge1932

Gordon Brown resigns: Your reaction

i am not happy? yes im’e a labour voter? it seem’s a vote for the liberal’s is a vote for a tory? with the daily mirror only backing labour?sky and murdoch backing mr cameron plus £12000000+ pounds it all seems a waste of time and money? plus nothing to help our debts? i feel proportional reprpresentation is the only fair way to vote for the country’s goverment? % i will be very wary of any liberal from now on? and i definatly think there will be another election in less than 18 months? the differences between tory and liberals are to great?
gereatricgeorge1932

I like gereatricgeorge1932, who rises effortlessly above the omni-expert pomposity of the average HYSer thanks to his innovative approach to punctuation. Not only does it drain his pronouncements of all authority, it also modestly imbues them with a tone of incredulity, as if he can’t quite believe his own thoughts, like an alcoholic staring into the mirror, vomit-flecked and remorseful, as memories of the previous night come back to him through the piss-fog: “I ate a spider? I’m barred from A&E? I crashed the euro?”

POLICE ARE GOING AROUND CLUBS AND PUBS SAYING WE CAN’T WEAR OUR ENGLAND TOPS FOR THE FOOTIE AND GOTTA TAKE DOWN OUR FLAGS AS ITS UPSETTING PEOPLE THAT DON’T COME FROM HERE! NOW IM NOT RACIST BUT, THIS IS TAKING THE PISS! THIS IS OUR COUNTRY AND WE NEED 2 MAKE A STAND IF YOU DONT LIKE IT DONT BE HERE! WOULD YOU REMOVE YOUR TURBAN OR BURKHA BECAUSE IT UPSETS ME? THOUGHT NOT, IF YOU AGREE POST THIS AS YOUR STATUS. IF ANY PAKI TOLD ME TO TAKE MY ENGLAND SHIRT OFF I WOULD SPLATTER HIS PICKAXE NOSE…

It’s very easy to make fun of people who aren’t racist but, but I think we might be misinterpreting the phrase. To a layman, it seems like “I’m not racist but…” is a rubbish pre-emptive justification for saying something massively racist in an age where it’s unacceptable. But to the insider, it’s just a social formality, like “I’m fine thanks” when you’re sobbing uncontrollably and a little bit on fire. “I’m not racist but…” is probably just how racists clear their throats.

*Oh and what with prejudice being collective and everything, it works even better plural.

Do aliens really exist?

In order to answer this question correctly we need to know : a) the definition of existence: b) the definition of what we understand by the term ‘reality; c)are we also a form of aliens? &, if we are, to whom/what?
ian cheese

In order to answer your question correctly, cheese, I need to know: a) whether the philosophy A-level has got you laid yet; b) how many great western thinkers actually did also spend six desperate, fruitless years as car park attendants; c) do you want nuggets or fish fingers for tea? Your mum told me to ask you.

Now, I already know the answers to be: a) no; b) none; c) DON’T COME IN, MUM! DON’T COME IN! Therefore, I can tell you that: a) woah, you’ve blown all our minds, man; b) no, really, we’re proper impressed and that, mate, well done; c) she knows perfectly well what you’re up to in there.

Should politicians focus on family policies?

There should be a test for couples whether they can bring up children in a civlilsed & responsible manner i.e. to the Manor born.
ian cheese

And here’s another idea: passing the test could also win them the right to be shipped off to a Middle England utopia situated on an abandoned North Sea oil rig where they won’t bore the rest of us with their dull, heterocentric ‘family values’ i.e. Butterflies.

Prime Ministerial debate: Your reaction

Point really is: we all have to die, when we do, which should be the last image we have to put up with from these three contestants given a choice &, hopefully, none.
ian cheese

Shit, I didn’t realise we were voting for the last thing we’re ever going to see. I wonder if God blowing bubbles in pasties, sitting astride a donkey with human skin is standing in my constituency…

John Parker wrote:
The myth of any superstition about “Macbeth” is female propaganda, and females have always caused all the troubles in putting on the play. Female school teachers tell their students the theme of “Macbeth” is the danger of excessive ambition. This is female nonsense, of course. The theme of “Macbeth” is the danger of ever listening to any female, especially the fatal folly of any man ever listening to his wife.

Narcissistic females don’t like this theme, naturally, and consider it unrealistic in their delusional vanity. Thus they invented this old wife’s tale about the play being unlucky, in a senseless bid to prevent it from being performed. They didn’t need to waste their energy. Any male over 12 knows better than to listen to any female, whether he’s seen “Macbeth” or not.

I don’t like jumping to conclusions, but it’s probably safe to surmise that ‘gullible’ is in the dictionary and Mrs. Parker wasn’t really working late.