‘Bible Defence Of Slavery’ part four

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

And so, Gentle Reader we come to part four of what I've previously referred to as 'that horrible book,' Bible Defence Of Slavery. I highly doubt that you'll be surprised to hear that these three chapters are just as horrible as the preceding nine. So, in an effort to make some kind of not quite so obvious point, let's ignore the subject discussed therein for the nonce, and make a more general point regarding its similarity to modern-day argumentation from some religious quarters.

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Austerity, My Arse

Hey you there in the limousine,
How's Austerity Britain treating you?
What did you pass up this week,
To make sure you had food?
Did you have to lie to the landlord?
Did you turn your heating off?
Austerity: yeah, let's starve the poor,
Give the money to the fucking toffs.
—Daz

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The Truth Is Only Known By Guttersnipes

Yeah, I've been on something of a prolonged music kick, the last week or so. Here, apropos of nothing much, is a selection of '80s garage numbers. A glorious, grimy cacophony from the sleazy side of the tracks.
—Daz

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Half-Masted Hypocrisy

My flag, which I don't really own,
Flies from a non-existent pole
On the roof of my home.
Whatever that hard-to-define 'Britishness' is,
Which shows me not native of Melbourne,
Or Paris, Kolkata, Quito, Cadiz,
I own it; I'm British, and happy to be.
A flag's just a symbol, but 'round the world
That symbol, somehow, represents me.

Which is why, Gentle Reader, I would like to point out that my own personal flag, were it to actually exist, would not have been flown at half mast yesterday, in a craven display of remorse over the death of a tyrant, merely because his country sits on vast reserves of oil.

Neither my lickspittle government nor my unwanted, over-privileged and anachronistic so-called 'royal' family, and nor, especially, my equally unwanted, over-privileged and anachronistic state church, represent me in this matter. I see no cause to celebrate the death of a human being, but neither do I see any cause to make a pretence of mourning for a tyrant.

No gods.
No monarchs.
No masters.
—Daz

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“I’ve Got A Golden Ticket”

Here's a fun response to bigoted claptrap. Drown it out with song!

Via the Huffington Post.
—Daz

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Sod The Bloomin’ Beatles!

Something that annoys me, as a lifelong fan of 1950s rock 'n' roll, rockabilly, r 'n' b and so on, is the way that any and every TV or radio documentary on the music of that period—and especially British music—manages to insinuate that it was all just a kind of precursor to the Beatles and their single-handed re-invention of rock music. And they probably invented the 1960s pretty-much on their own too. Without them, so we're led to understand, music would have died sometime around 1963.

British rock 'n' roll and related music of the period was very much alive and well, thank you very much, and just once I'd like to watch a documentary on the subject which treats the music of the period with the respect it's due in its own right; and which doesn't end on the line, spoken in an awed tone, "And in a club in Liverpool, four young men were getting ready to change everything…"

Anyways, having done my part in talking about '50s Brit music without mentioning the dreaded mop-tops by, erm, mentioning them—ahem—here's six slices of rock 'n' roll from the period, all hailing from this side of the pond. Well, I say rock 'n' roll, but…

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Narrow

Your narrow path I would not stride,
Confined by hedge and walls of stone.
Leave me to walk the broad hillsides;
Where I may choose a way, my own.

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Toeing The Party Line

Well this ain't looking like its gonna be good year, Gentle Reader. Twenty days in and we've had terrorists, neo-Nazis, UKIP, complaints about blasphemy, hypocritical popes, politicians retrogressing to the schoolyard and calling each other chickens, and gawd knows what else.

So sod it. Take down that suspicious-looking bottle of liquor that nobody's had the nerve to open at the last eight bring-a-bottle parties its been shuttled around…

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‘Bible Defence Of Slavery’ part three

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Well, I finally admitted to myself that the Christmas break is over and, regardless of my loathing for it, it was time to get back to proofing the OCR of what I've come to call 'that horrible book.' Saying it's not fun would be, Gentle Reader, to pass up a perfect opportunity to use the word 'sickening.'

If you've been reading it so far, all I'll say is, it gets worse over the course of the three chapters reproduced below. Much, much worse. You have been warned. Seriously, I am not joking on this.

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Pugnacious Papal Pontification

"If my good friend Doctor Gasparri [who organises the Pope's trips] speaks badly of my mother, he can expect to get punched," he said, throwing a pretend punch at the doctor, who was standing beside him.

"You cannot provoke. You cannot insult the faith of others. You cannot make fun of the faith of others. There is a limit."
—Jorge Mario Bergoglio

Dear Pontiffy Popey Person,

If you want me to stop attacking and ridiculing silly and dangerous ideas, stop promoting silly and dangerous ideas. It really is that simple.

Yours, Daz

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