Well Thunderbirds are go, anyway…
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has moved all their servers so the sites have been down for most of the weekend. This has co-incided with the most recent WordPress update so I’ve been a bit busy updating and checking plugin operation.
Sorry. What I meant to say is:
“Why, if ordinary people lie and are punished for it, do public people lie and apparently get away with it, so much so that people think it normal behaviour?”
Or, in other words:
Why do the media not use the word “LIE” , anymore?
Two recent lying events have come to light and show two mealy mouthed lying bitches for what they are! And yet the “meeja” continue to push the lines out that are fed to them by the “public personalities”. Why don’t they just call a LIE what it is? It’s a perfectly good word that everyone knows what it means. It’s short and sweet, so obviously as a linguistic construct it’s a VERY important word – i.e. It’s usual for immediately important words like shit, fuck, man, die, arm, leg, bus, car, airplane, telly, king etc to be very short simply because people can’t afford to waste time on big words. Similarly, unimportant words and phrases like presidential candidate are too long and soon get forgotten.
Anyway, I digress. The two lying bitches, or if that’s a bit too strong – economical with the truth bitches, are Hilary Clinton and the old Geordie bint Heather Mills, a Lindisfarne Gospels’ worth of embellishment of mutton dressed as lamb.
Today, it’s come out that Herren Clinton said she went to Bosnia and got off the airplane under fire, ducking and dodging bullets. This CBS news article on YouTube does a very fine comparison between her words and the reality. We all know the camera can lie but the video evidence is very conclusive and hard to forge!
The result;
I call it a lie and she is lying. It’s as plain as plain can be.
Previous to this, the geordie bint Mills, the character impersonator with the indeterminate and conflicting life history, said, after she’d won the dosh off the weirdly crinkled old Beatle and when she came out of court, that she wanted the settlement kept private because it had details about the child that could be dangerous for her.
Bizarrely, when the pdf came out about the settlement, there was no mention at all of anything like this. All there was the judge’s statement that she was a fucking nutter who had not an ounce of truth and honesty in her – but carped up in very nice prose. WE all know what he meant, but why couldn’t he just say that she was a liar?
So out of all of this, only CBS actually said anyone was lying. What’s everyone so scared of? Who IS the emperor and what clothes are they wearing?
STOP PRESS: This post in India has a lying claim about the pre-fabricating Mills and this 2006 post from “The Independant” is so strangely prescient about the whole affair that Paul Vallely might have a time machine.
The Mucca Chucka game has just come out.
I don’t know why it amuses me so. I know I’m supposed to see the Buddha nature within everyone but basically, she’s made the cause, and then there’s the effect.
This link to the wayback machine shows one of the inaccuracies that the Crawling Chaos website was created to correct. I’ve posted it here as the blog bloke (Jo Kyle) can’t be bothered to keep things on track, organised or reply to my posts …
Compare and contrast to the Crawling Chaos – Myths page
Hi Joe,
Hope you don’t mind me writing but I have a little more information on Crawling Chaos. What I know I know to be true because they went to my school and a saw quite a few gigs including their first and last.
They were from the villages of Seghill and Seaton Delaval in Northumberland, England. The first gig was during morning break at Astley High School, Seaton Delaval, in the main hall circa 1978. Every kid in school (600+) was allowed to attend. Although it was a very embryonic group they did sing “Throwing Pins”. The singer was Paul Shields. The last gig took place at a Miners Welfare Hall in Bebside, Blyth, Northumberland in 1990 when they done a few songs, announced it was the end and walked off.
In the meantime they used to preview new material at the Working Mens Club In New Hartley, Northumberland, to a frankly astounded audience. They used the name Blonde Ethiopean Dance Troupe to do even odder numbers, as their own support band. Paul Shields would come on stage in skimpy shorts and body paintings that made him look like he was covered in ivy.
It has to be said that their live performances differed a lot from the recorded ones. They were a bit more audience friendly with some pretty sonic out and out punk songs. For instance, “sex machine” sounded like something from the first Clash LP.
They weren’t particularly odd people though I recall the bassist lived in a disused church or something. I am sure that for a time, the drummer was Paul Gough (?) who also played for Marc Riley and the Creepers.
The last time I saw Paul Shields was about two years ago when The Fall played locally. He walked onto the stage and tried to take the mic from Mark E. Smith, who just had time to half smile before security removed Paul Shields from the stage fairly brutishly.
I hope this gives you a better idea about Crawling Chaos. I have to say I was staggered when Factory signed them. And guess what? They never recorded there best song – “Merry Christmas Prince Charles” which was a very punk, angry snarl.
It’s good that they are getting some recognition.
Ken Sproat
Blyth
Northumberland
UK
Hi Ken–
That’s fascinating! It’s amazing, in the indie-friendly environment that we live in, to forget exactly how hard things were twenty years ago–and we forget the weirdness was not treated with the same amount of artistic respect that is so common these days.Their music really was some of the weirdest of their day; indeed, there are very few bands today that can even live up to such a standard. Such bands seem so calculated, whereas Crawling Chaos are simply…beyond the scope of time. About the only thing that I’ve heard recently that could compare would be the solo debut album of Matt Elliott, The Mess We Made. Thanks for writing; historical perspective is always welcome!
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