That pure Cane Spirit since 1848.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

I cannot believe the gall of David Miliband.
Instead of putting his shoulder to the wheel on the home front, he rushes off to Syria to kowtow on our behalf. Syria is at war with Israel with the avowed intention of invading the Golan Heights (Israeli sovereign territory) in order to launch terrorist attacks against innocent civilians.
He must know that you cannot have any truck with despots like Bashar al-Assad so what is his game? In what way can this nauseating appeasement of Hamas and Hizbullah and the Sunni insurgents advance Israeli or our own homeland security?
I hope Miliband’s road to Damascus takes him through Tel Aviv where some sense might rub off on him.

44 comments:

Conan Drumm said...

Is he not just touting the products of the military-industrial complex to a protagonist who will pay handsomely for them?

Ronnie said...

And use them.

Mrs Pouncer said...

HaYakar Maroon! Zeh mean'yen; hishtagata?

I think Conan and Ronnie are right. Expediency, you see, and nothing more sinister or cynical than that.

Todah veShalom - titkasher'Elai.

PI said...

Please don't talk about shoulders to the wheel I beg you. I'd talk about the pain, but I'm terrified Mrs P might take it in her head to palpate it. My shoulder I mean.

Kim Ayres said...

Who's hijacked your site, Doc? Are they holding you to ransom?

the anti-barney said...

Sorry Doc., I only realised you were taking the piss on re-reading your post.
The Golan Heights is as much Israel's territory as Poland was Germany's after 1939.

Ronnie said...

Fuck.

Mrs Pouncer said...

Hmm.
Ani lo mevin the anti-barney. Eizel.

B'Ahavah, Cxx

the anti-barney said...

You just put a curse on me ?

Mrs Pouncer said...

Anti-Barney, you old Schmendrick! Nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about at all. I am simply discussing your finer points in the language of the Yekke. One of those strange serendipitous happenings when I discovered Maroon and I have a shared heritage. What are the chances?

Dr Maroon said...

Clarissa,
imagine, me, a Zionist, the last taboo - Ahf mir gezogt!
A.

Conan, it's our biggest export now that capital has dried up. We are the premier arms dealer. Arms dealers to the gentry.

I'll palpate your shoulder if you want Pat. I'm cheap (relatively).

Kim, I'm Glaswegian we are just not worth the bother of hijacking. Can you imagine if that tanker had come from Grangemouth? The crew would have been delighted to be attacked by pirates. It would have made their week. Christ, those poor pirates.

AB I wouldn't say but you are right. However the pre 1939 European map was disputed and terribly fluid (part of the problem) and wasn't Poland carved up by Germany and Russia finally becoming Russian in 45? Expediency Barney, and possesion is nine tenths etc. Sooner all the boundaries and frontiers come down the better. We are Islands anyway so HA HA to the rest of them.

She did put a curse on you by the way. I'll see what I can do but watch crossing the road and stuff until you hear from me.

Ronnie, yes, and quite.

the anti-barney said...

I fuckin' knew it. Well Mrs.Pee,
Gur teangaillte na gruaige ar do pholl.

Dr Maroon said...

Right Barney, you can just go and wash your mouth out with soap. You a father of girls as well.

the anti-barney said...

She started it.
I've just snook over to her blog and must say that I was appalled and shocked with what I discovered there.

Mrs Pouncer said...

Anti-Barney, what the fuck is that supposed to mean? And I speak quite literally; what the fuck does it mean? What language is it? It looks appalling. And I bet it has a grating sound when spoken.
And what's wrong with my blog, you git? A charming admixture of theatrical tittle-tattle and sagacious aphorisms from the pen of a raddled old Jewish princess from the Thames Valley. Got it all, really.

the anti-barney said...

The bleedin' broadband went again,now where was I, ah yes, I was shocked and appalled at the standard she set for all of us to try to attain. The beauty of her insight and the exquisitely written prose makes one feel so inadequate and inarticulate.If I could write like that Lady I would out-wilde Wilde.

Mrs Pouncer said...

Oh, good boy, AB! You redeem yourself. Get a load of this kneidlach, with my comps.

Dr Maroon said...

Ah Barney, I knew you'd know. I fucking knew it. Where have you been these long months?

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scarlet-blue said...

Ah, a deletion frenzy...
Must have been a good night then... and I was too late again...
Sx

Ronnie said...

It's the voices Doc.,the voices never lie

the anti-barney said...

The language of which you spoke so disparagingly, Mrs. Pouncer, is the language of Poets and Scholars and predates time itself.
It was the first language of W.B. Yeats, of whose work I know you are acquainted and was studied most assiduously by one of your own, the Countess Constance Markiewic,the first ever woman to be elected to the British House of Commons.
Re. your second to last posting here, I would like to thank you for descending to my level and how amusing to see your usage of the vernacular, however I must point out that it was YOUR use of the " Language of the Slaves" at me that prompted my retort.
For my part, I merely expressed a wish that your pubic hair might tangle, which I now withdraw in view of your kind offer of Kneidlach, which I gratefully accept, whatever the fuck it is.
Shake ?

Dr Maroon said...

Oh Scarlet, let this stand as a lesson to all who take a bucket. Vis, me. woe woe and thrice woe. Have you about your person anything intersting?
I mean in the drinks line. I have some shocking plum brandy somewhere but that really is a last resort. Oh Christ I'll go and get it. Berchakova it's called or something. I bought it in Prague. I'll need a clothes peg.
Ax

Barney, you are a silver tongued devil. I just KNEW the two of you would get along. Last night on the piss I promised the ether that I would come to Dublin and drag you to all the Joyce* pubs. How brilliant would that be? I know I know. I am a genius.

*we're not worthy, we're not worthy.

the anti-barney said...

Splendid, Doc., I hope you and Mrs Pouncer are as one in this regard.
If so, it's a date.

inkspot said...

Hang on, does Capetorio tolerate the possibility of other views on Yeats?

Dr Maroon said...

We tolerate anything here.

Mrs Pouncer said...

Well, AB, I am verklempt. Choked. Moved to tears. Your apology, your retraction is most handsome, and I accept it and bestow upon you my sad smile of redemption, along with great steaming piles of kneidlach. Maroon and I are as one in so many respects; you would be thrilled and appalled in equal measure if the full picture were known.

(BTW, Doctor, you have been busy! I have just finished your glorious screed. Not very shomer shabbos of you, but fabulous nevertheless. Later).

the anti-barney said...

Apology ?

Kim Ayres said...

If everyone's meeting up in Dublin pubs, I'll bring my mandolin and mime along with any sessions going on

Dr Maroon said...

Barney, oh God. DUCK!

Kim of course you must come. I wouldn't risk such a valuable instrument however, you'll do fine just as you are and you're cheap company. Two pints and you're steamboats if you are to be believed. All we need now is Barbudo and Bananas and we can hit the trail.

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Mrs Pouncer said...

Yes, Barney, apology. I always read between the lines, and your purling stream of penitence came oozing through, and formed a puddle at my feet. I accept it. What more can I say?

Dr Maroon said...

x

scarlet-blue said...

Fruit Pastel Dr Maroon? Only kidding. Meet me later on the corner...
Sx

scarlet-blue said...

Oh blimey, did you know I was here!
Sx

the anti-barney said...

Mrs. Pouncer, many's the puddle I've caused in my time and it's most gratifying to know that I can still manage it.
Doc., this Dublin thing could easily descend into farce if there are no ground rules. E.g., we must come as we are here, no alter Egos. If you turn up as your Dame Edna you can fuck right off.
Scarlet, you may come however you see fit.

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Mrs Pouncer said...

(Apologies, a daughter of mine has left 2 comments on this thread which I have had to delete. Rest assured I will have astringent words in the morning).

Anyhoo, Barney, Scarlet and I come as a package. Our next appearance will be at a cheerless hotel at Jct. 11 on the M4 on or about 23 December, along with Maroon, Daphne and several others. Our last engagement at Joe Allen, Covent Garden, ended in disarray as I fell INTO a taxi. How did I get home to the Thames Valley? Who knows. I have also been in a taxi with Maroon when he forgot what to do with his hands. I will come to Dublin at your command.

scarlet-blue said...

Dublin... oh I wish I could...
Sx

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Mrs Pouncer said...

Scarls, why can't you? Have you ever been? It's actually not all it's cracked up to be. I was a bit disappointed. There is a certain griminess about the place that you don't get anywhere else; a certain ... oh, I don't know, institutionalised bleakery that speaks of repression and the demands mass tourism, a hideous combination at the best of times. I don't think we should stray far from WC2 to be honest. We are treated kindly there.