
No, really. Because sports, they believe utterly in the diversity of expressing
every kind of opinion, except for yours and mine…
Dear sports, here’s a real old favourite from Saturday September 29 2007. It’s a little piece that really gave me a boost to keep on writing, even if nobody else wanted me to. Now as you probably already dig, I’m a Conservative, Libertarian, inner-city odd-ball musician, alleged artist, writer, Judeo Christian, Peter Cook and Dudley Moore, P.J O’Rourke, Groucho Marx, Mark Steyn kind of a guy.
So naturally, the following empirical analysis is as clear as day around here in inner-city urban Groovyville. Now not everyone round these here part’s has been infected via a pod from outer space, meaning mass Leftardism, but er, most probably are, I’m afraid. It does give another level of meaning to the recent phrase ‘podcast’.. Eerily, it’s now a cast of million’s. Ah, the Left, Liberal and radical are nothing if not totalitarian fascistic control freaks at heart. Yes, freaks. Sometimes I wake up screaming.
I know many people who at first seem just like regular people. They wear their underwear on the inside of their pants and can tie their own shoelaces. They eat food, watch TV and have jobs. Very few devote gleeful spare hours to kicking boxes full of puppies. But there’s something different about many of them and it’s not always apparent at first. I’ve noticed it more and more as I’ve learnt and changed, always reading voraciously as I research this, global phenomena.
The first sign is that they’re not really that prone to showing enthusiasm and joy. I mean real uninhibited energy and an excitement about the future and its potential. Basically, being a God damned complete and alive human being. It’s as if they’re living in a depressive envelope with some idea that life as it is, is all wrong, basically doomed and cancerous and must therefore end. And at the same time there’s an odd smug conceit, as if there is an inevitable ‘truth’ to their nightmarish viewpoint.
There’s also the creepiest implied undertone, unspoken but it’s clearly all there in their posturing. It’s assumed that they are part of a growing under-group inexorably destined to reach critical mass and you, and everything about you is irrelevant and expendable…Continue reading on Colonel Robert Neville Always Dresses for Dinner >>

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