They Don't Get It!

Well my little grasshoppers, don’t the Brits just make you cringe, especially when they “don’t get it”.  The latest reminder of this is the recent humiliation relating to the “bid” to host the 2018 World Cup.  In fact, my chortling band of corn lovers, this extraordinary episode was enough to make anybody with a sense of pride and history ask, “Where did the English go”? 

In passing, Pudgilius notes once again that, in the after-match analysis, the messenger is immediately given the fault (admittedly not solely an English reflex, however).  After all, it was the media which pointed out that this was not a bidding process but a bribing process.  Now, you might have thought that, armed with this invaluable knowledge, the powers that be would have acted accordingly.  Is it really that difficult to arrange for the delivery of neatly severed horses' heads to each of the delegates, followed a little later by a brown suitcase full of used notes?  (Pudgilius always favours the stick and carrot approach.)  Instead, all we had was a feeble attempt with some dodgy looking designer handbags.  A number of these were apparently returned as they, presumably, were not full of gold bars (not that we could have supplied many of those as Gordon Brown sold most of our stocks some time ago).  Acting the cheapskate is not the way to nutmeg the descendants of Uncle Joe, however.

Then we have the presentation party itself.  Pudgilius asks if that was really the best we could come up with.  At least we had a couple of fakes on the rostrum.  Cameron might be of some use pitching for a public school fagging contest; he’s nowhere near intimidating enough to call the bluff of a bunch of well oiled sleazebags.  Then we had poor little World Cup Willie II (aka Prince William or "Big Willy").  While Pudgilius agrees that it was not a bad idea to whisk him away from the clutches of his doughy eyed stalker (Kreepy Katie) for a couple of days, was anybody fooled by his “passion for football” line?  No, my little green click warblers, this was nothing more than “new England” laid bare with all of its warts on show; shallow, fake, blustery but, most of all, missing the point.

So, what can we learn from this debacle, my brave crusaders?  Well, Pudgilius isn’t at all impressed with the mock indignation and outrage from certain quarters.  The English, we are told, are beyond double dealing and corruption; we play by the rules.  Pudgilius regards this as the hypocrisy of the loser.  After all, had WC Willie II compared notes with fat Uncle Andy (aka The Grand Old Duke of Pork), he would have learnt that corruption is the way of the world and it is only the bodies who investigate it that prevent any real progress being made (along with some nice little kick-backs).  Come to think of it, surely that would be the same Uncle Andy who regularly gallivants with some of the best known international gangsters.  What a calamity!  We send a novice when we could have had a real insider leading the team.   

So, Pudgilius raises his hat to the Russians.  They played it just right.  All the groundwork neatly laid, Putin is simply left to stroll onto the stage in order to collect the rather expensive prize.  No pretensions, no fawning, no grovelling followed by humiliation; nothing but good honest graft. 

Is Russia the only country which still knows how to play the “beautiful game”?

Welcome, Grasshoppers

Well, hello my little grasshoppers; welcome to the virtual home of Pudgilius, your source of wisdom and insight.

Today, Pudgilius is scanning the news. And what exciting times! In fact busy times for Pudgilius, as he faces the prospect of ploughing through the 250,000 leaked documents.

So, what do we make of Wikileaks, my grass munching chums? So far, according to the Guardian derived snippets and other innuendo, we learn, well, nothing really:  Gordon Brown is psychotic & paranoid (already testified to by his own staff), David Cameron is a gullible lightweight (amply highlighted on ConservativeHome, no less, well before the last election) and Prince Andrew, the philandering fat boy, is slithering in and out of places where he really should be keeping his tight little mouth shut. (Poor boy never learnt the basic lesson that it's better to keep your mouth shut and have everyone think you're a fool rather than open it and remove all doubt.)  Various other notables are described in appropriate terms (all of which have been well documented and aired before).

Now, folks, don't know about you but, this is hardly breathtaking news to Pudgilius.  In fact, if our dear old American friends held anything other than these views on all concerned, I'd be pretty worried.  As for Hillary ordering US diplomats to spy on UN diplomats, hell, I'd do the same damn thing.  Yes, folks, I'd want their DNA, fingerprints, iris scans, credit card details and hair follicle tests to boot. (Any truth in the rumour Hillary collected David Milliband's DNA personally?) For these are the same duplicitous, double-crossing, lying back stabbers whom our own duplicitous, double-crossing, lying back-stabbers have to deal with.  You really can't have enough dirt when you're swimming in slime.

But, can't see too much to put lives at risk here. However, my little infotruth-seeking warriors, don't rely upon "the press" (aka MSM) to reveal the real juice.  Pick up your own spade and start digging; there are some juicy worms to be found.

Amid all the howls of outrage from governments around the globe, what will be revealed other than the ugly truth that governments, officials and "dignitaries" lie, scheme and betray the people who elected them (those who aren't elected are excused the last part)?  Again, is this really news?  Well, no, but confirmation is a nice thing to have.

But, let me return to my earlier question; what do we make of Wikileaks?  Well, there's certainly some tobacco in the pipe but, is it what it seems?

Pudgilius is keeping an open mind.  Through all of the releases to date, what appears to be missing is as interesting as what is there.  For all of the "information" and "intelligence" implicating Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Al-Qaeda (worthy of a Wikileak all to itself), et al, in the most dastardly of deeds, where is the same "information" and "intelligence" on Mossad, the "art students", Adam Pealrman (screen name, Adam Gadahn) and so on.  Should we really believe that the US insiders fall for the arcane while not seeing the obvious?  Hard to credit, my little grasshoppers.

So there we have it.  Mountains of information, and misinformation, if we care to look.  How to tell which is which?  That, my little grasshoppers, is the real test.  What you can be sure of is that nothing of real substance will be revealed through the comics masquerading as MSM.

Tune in again for more from the world of Pudgilius.