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Thursday, 30 April 2020

Still Finding My Way.

I'm Now Following My Favourites As Oldrightie!

A theme of my frequent antipathy to the PTB is that, though funny as they are, they are also like the clowns of horror. I noticed this prevalent understanding of this imagery, using a child's perceived, at least once upon a time, joy of comedy clowns once were, was exploited in the latest comic horror version of "Killing Eve." So sort of mainstream identity in these modern times.

As for the pandemic. There is little doubt, love him or hate him, The Prime Minister's return on Monday has been as uplifting, almost, as the efforts of Colonel Tom. I was appalled, mind you, at the manner he was exploited by that ghastly BBC pair, Nagging Naga and Cringeworthy Charlie. A full blown "Breakfast" bandwagon hijack like no other. As always about they before their pretend  sycophancy kicks in. Poor Colonel Tom must have been exhausted.

Plus the cost of the BBC's "Tom feature" and the banality of "how does it feel" endlessly trotted out, was bloody mind blowingly pathetic. Hundreds of grand a year these morons leech of our licence tax only to ask the same old, trite stuff. You could see and tell without such idiotic insensitivity he felt wonderful but rather chilly stuck outside in the cold. Too polite to complain to the cosy, warm, smug pair indoors.

"How did/does it feel" rarely asked of holocaust survivors. Just imagine having survived a red hot poker up the anus, being asked that question?  A reply would need something like, "There are no words to describe the excruciating agony, you should try it and tell me, you stupid ignoramus", would be a refreshing riposte. One the newly made Colonel pretty well did. Only he was speaking of pride and modest joy with his remarkable manner.

I must point out Mrs Oldrightie recorded said piece for me, since I can no longer stomach these people live. To be able to rewind their gaffes and failures but fast forward their endless smugness is just the only way to deal with these people. As for Bunter Boulton and Woeful Burley, they get, if lucky or unlucky, barely one minute of my time. Their advertising not a second.

Take care all those worthy! Some I'm ambivalent about. Like NHS bosses seeking to close our local Hospital. A precious resource to be sacrificed to their bonuses. Private, which most are, care home bosses. Again profiteering, not profit making mind, exploiters of cheap labour and expensive fees.

I'll leave others for another time!

Tuesday, 28 April 2020

Softly, Softly.....

Seems Strange Not Having Oldrightie Blog Still.

I guess I'll never build a blog back to where Oldrightie stood. However the cathartic nature of blogging has been missed so I'll see how it goes. Today I'm reflecting on the state of our media. A frequent topic, from the old days.

Think back those now long ago times of 2016. Despite a multi billion global effort by the mouthpieces of the deep state's media giants, CNN, Wall Street Journal, SKY and that soaring above all others despicable, the BBC, POTUS was to become Mr Trump and the British were to vote to quit that gross organisation, The EUSSR.

Years of total control over a Parliament of hypocritical charlatans, elected on leave campaigning and obsfucatory nastiness, the media salivated just last December at a possible final crushing of the leave movement and its favoured PM, Boris Johnson. Swinson was seen or at least promoted, as a nice foil for the remain media's attention. With a Labour and Green party coalition, the media promoted a grouping day in day out to give a second remain Parliament. Subservience to the EU the aim.

I've used the clip above to highlight how the propaganda works. The voice over a not dismissive one but a "well, maybe, just maybe" this woman may be our girl. The devious underhand and behind the scenes power brokers saw this dumbo as a weapon nobody anticipated. How wrong they were. Again.

In fake news circles the lies and falsifications are now so embedded they believe their own stupid hype. A terrible pandemic, killing many albeit how many we shall never know, has been a godsend of a bus or rather bandwagon, to leap aboard. A fantastic vehicle to run over the Government, blame everyone of this new and large majority government and resurrect our beholding credentials, so thought, to the EUSSR membership fees, without the supposed perks of such dues.

Smugly Bunter Boulton set up a poll to determine trust in various quarters. Whoops, most disliked as untrustworthy, the media! Boris still way above anyone else and Starmer floundering despite his media profile on a daily basis. I've seen only one shocked face, Sophy Ridge. Chagrin personified. The truth laid bare how the bias, manipulation and downright untruths are realised and loathed for the nastiness decades in the making, has become.

Newspaper sales plummeting. Probably viewing figures and their associated revenues, or for the BBC, perks and high remunerations, are all under threat. They never saw it coming. Flicked away the 2016 results, the 2017 election seemingly putting them back on track, 2019 election expected to kill brexit once and for all. How wrong they were and still are. A plague on all their houses bar very rare exceptions.

Enjoy the Swinson clip, she's supposedly coming back. Can't wait!

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