This bastard sure is…
Harry’s Place and Oliver Kamm expose the vile rhetoric coming from the stopper left. Roadside bombs are entirely justifiable to them…no matter who gets killed.
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Tories worried about anti-semiticism
London Spy reports that Tories are rather concerned about the anti-semitic tint to Labour advertising and rhetoric:
Just when you thought that the row about Labours allegedly anti-Semitic adverts was cooling, it is re-ignited.In a statement that has arrived on Spys desk, five Jewish Tory candidates at the forthcoming election led by Oliver Letwins chief of staff and Harlow hopeful, Robert Halfon have launched a hard-hitting attack on Labours tactics.
We are increasingly concerned that the Labour Partys campaigning methods could, if anything, encourage a rise in anti-Semitism, reads the statement, which has also been signed by Brooks Newmark, Lee Scott, Grant Shapps, and Stefan Kerner.
It continues: Whilst a subliminal advert devised at Labour HQ may seem cunning at the time, its not so clever when the result might be another Jewish cemetery or synagogue daubed with graffiti or, even worse, a Jew attacked walking home at night.
Of course, this is not exactly the hardest case to make considering the behaviour of the London Mayor and some of Blair’s ministers. Of course, there are probably those in Labour who don’t care about losing the Jewish vote but are far more concerned with getting the much larger Muslim vote.
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well since she put me down
i’ve been out doin’ in my head
Which in its own right is weird enough. Dave Barry, in a column some years ago, heard it this way:
well since she put me down
there’s been owls puking in my bed
I’ll bet Brian Wilson wishes he wrote that instead. How better to describe romantic angst than the old reliable puking owls metaphor?
For reasons I’ve since forgotten, I wound up on this website recently. It has a section devoted to misheard lyrics in popular songs. Barry’s interpretation of
“Help Me, Rhonda” is there, and in glancing at a few other Beach Boys tunes, even something as straightforward (or so I thought) as “Fun Fun Fun”
and she’ll have fun fun fun
‘til her daddy takes the t-bird away
gets some rather strange turns of phrase:
and she’ll have fun, fun, fun
‘til her daddy takes the teabag awayand she’ll have fun, fun, fun
‘til her daddy takes the tv awayand she’ll have fun, fun, fun
‘til her daddy takes the t-shirt awayand she’ll have fun fun fun
‘til her daddy takes her t-bone awayAnd she’ll have fun fun fun
‘Til her daddy takes her tuba awayand she’ll have fun, fun, fun
‘til her daddy takes her to her wake
The last one must have been overdosing on Tragic Teenage Death songs at the time.
Surprisingly, they don’t have a lot of songs from the champion syllable-manglers of all time, the Rolling Stones. It took me all of five minutes to figure out the chords to “Honky Tonk Women,” and about five years to figure out just what the hell Jagger was singing about.
“I met a ginnoooakedbawomkeeninn Memphis,” indeed.
P.S. The first lyrics site I looked at for HTW had this
strollin’ on the boulevards of paris
as naked as the day that i will die
the sailors they’re so charming there in paris
but they just don’t seem to sail you off my mind
for the second verse, and I thought: I’ve really got to get my ears checked, because I sure don’t remember that being in it. It might have been from a U.K./European release, or some version they did live in concert.
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BoMS is on for the week over at the Owners Manual. while the Storyblogging Carnival is also posted for the fortnight. And, of course, the Britblogger showcase is up for its second week. The Carnival is going too, as is the Bonfire.
The Wicked Karnival is up for your dastardly reading pleasure.
Both Charles Johnson of LGF fame and Glenn Reynolds have been namechecked in the latest excellent piece (on the M.E.) by Mark Steyn.
I have finally posted my first piece on the BNN about hunting with dogs.
In other blog news, it seems that Sasha is hanging up her quill while she works on getting Australian residency. Best of luck to her in that endeavor.
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