Thieves and liars
I suppose I have always suspected, that as I get older, the tumultous shower of misinformation to which I constantly subject myself to by engaging in mass forms of communication would lead me to slowly come agree with bitter, cynical old liars like Kilroy. Well, that slithy tove is perhaps somewhat of an exaggeration, but I have often felt that if my liberal beliefs were corroded it would be by the politics of fear and bad ties. Confusingly, reading the Guardian sport on saturday, I increasingly agree with Russel Brand.
In (marginally) more specific political commentary, it looks worryingly like the French are about to elect an insanely devious, Napoleon-worshipping dwarf* as their president. Every Parisian voter whose opinions I have consulted had this to say about his opponent:
She’s not the ideal woman for the job, but between a cold and cholera, I’d choose a cold
Fingers crossed that the rest of the country is hiding a similarly pragmatic knowledge of biology.
*No height-specific information available. The guy poses on horses. He’s small inside.
