Do yourself a favour. Don't read those other tedious comment sites on your blogroll this morning, just lap up the resent and malice below.
As Hurricane Gustav blows itself out over New Orleans, risk-averse Americans are again counting the cost of a needless evacuation. And yet the winds have killed scores of less newsworthy souls across the Caribbean, so why does the media ignore their fate in favour of a Bush-centric non-event? Spin is everywhere, and not just in the atmosphere. Barack Obama's reforming credentials have yet to be proven, and yet left-wing commentators insist on brushing his blatant inexperience under a carpet of pro-Palestine misdirection and liberal slander. Meanwhile Sarah Palin's Veep nomination has nosedived into self-imposed freefall, firing up the perfect storm for a beleaguered Republican party hamstrung by the moral cesspit of teenage pregnancy. Welfare transformation comes at an ethical cost, but are the people of Iraq willing to pay the ultimate price? And anyone who disagrees with me is wrong.
As the pound plummets faster than Gordon Brown's popularity rating, the Chancellor must be regretting opening his mouth and putting his economic foot in it. And yet he was only telling The Truth, as expounded daily on this blog and the blogs of my well-tempered associates, so why the shock and awe? Stealth taxes are everywhere, and not just at the ballot box. David Miliband's lily-livered posturing does nothing to ease the mortgage pain felt by millions, and yet his Blairite cronies insist on promoting anti-Israeli feeling through economic mismanagement. Meanwhile David Cameron cries wolf from the sidelines, his impotent front bench challenge stunted by a rhetorical diet of glib baseless soundbites, casting a regressive curse on the aspiration of future generations. Illusory redistribution comes at a political cost, but are the pension-stealing bureaucrats of Nu Labour willing to pay the ultimate price? And anyone who disagrees with me is wrong.
As meteorologists confirm that Britain has just endured the cloudiest August since records began, so the mendacious soothsayers of global "warming" are once again spreading their evil creed of climate doom. And yet readily observable atmospheric trends clearly indicate cooling global temperatures, so why the lemming-like rush to eradicate carbon emissions from a developing planet? Nuclear refuseniks are everywhere, and not just at the petrol pump. Tesco's opportune environmental realignment treats consumers with capitalist contempt, and yet blinkered eco-disciples insist on promoting unforgiving filament-free illumination. Meanwhile Prince Charles leads a carping chorus of disapproval against independent shoppers whose shameless requests for plastic carrier bags blatantly shun recyclable jute/hemp alternatives. Biodiversity nirvana comes at an organic cost, but are the faceless oil executives willing to pay the ultimate price? And anyone who disagrees with me is wrong.
As Mayor Boris wields his new Olympic credentials at City Hall, so a catalogue of high level resignations threatens his burgeoning progressive consensus. And yet each knife crime statistic reflects a growing parental malaise, especially in those left-leaning boroughs with the temerity to vote for his newt-fancying opponent, QED? Fear stalks every street, except within cosy gated developments. Boris panders shamelessly to the car-owning suburbs, and yet his Congestion Charge consultation is a five-week sham designed to appease the non-cyclists of Kensington. Meanwhile his replacement Routemaster competition boasts all the finesse of a Blue Peter competition, with equally credible results. 2012's anti-obesity crusade comes at a legacy cost, but are the medal winning champions of Team GB willing to pay the ultimate price? And anyone who disagrees with me is wrong.
I saw a funny story on the BBC website about a sick kitten, which made me smile. But we should still scrap the licence fee and privatise the Biased Bolshevik Corporation anyway. And anyone who agrees with me is wrong.
