The Meaninglessness of Meaninglessness

Visit the Daily Mail website. It is an everyday example of why nothing matters. The news, for them, is how much bigger, or less big, Jordan's tits were yesterday than the day before. The news, for them, is how many more, or fewer, drinks Jade Goody's ex-husband had the night before.

The Daily Mail is an easy target. The Daily Mail takes itself seriously but is in fact a shameful disgrace - as are all those who work for it, including its pompous self-regarding columnists: the opinion formers of middle England.

Is The Times any better? No, not really.

It is all a charade. Even the news about death and destruction, the machinations of infantile politicians and reviews of Chris Keil's books are wholly without merit or content of any kind that might for even the briefest second be meaningful.

Really, it is all Chris Keil's fault that I hardly bother with this blog any more. He has done you a service.

Oh, well, nothing new here then.



Cheer up! If it is all meaningless then you might as well have some fun.

The Date of Your Death is a Random Number

6 teachers and three students died today, I heard on the radio as I awoke this morning. I might as well have heard that a tsunami had killed tens of thousands. Or that the Rwandans had massacred another million or two.

Toadies and Sycophants

I am just watching A Man for All Seasons for the umpteenth time.

I love the scenes where the toadies wait for the king to laugh before they dare to and where they jump in the mud because he has done so. They remind me of our lower echelon politicians; meaning the cabinet, not simply the cannon fodder who masquerade as the people's representatives aka MPs.

I cannot find the scene but those above and below should show you how good this film is.