Welp. One of the forums I frequent has announced it might have to shut down next year because it might not be able to comply with the Online Safety Act and keep the lights on.
*Through gritted teeth* Thank you, Parliament, very cool!!!!!!!!
Welp. One of the forums I frequent has announced it might have to shut down next year because it might not be able to comply with the Online Safety Act and keep the lights on.
*Through gritted teeth* Thank you, Parliament, very cool!!!!!!!!
Feeling really quite glum over the news of far-right riots near here yesterday. I just keep coming back to the question⌠why Sunderland, of all places?
Not that it would be okay in any situation, but itâs not Leicester, where you have sectarian tensions flaring up. Itâs not Southport, where you just had a mass stabbing. Itâs not even somewhere with a properly substantial Muslim or immigrant population, like a Birmingham or a Boston. Itâs Sunderland. Why here, in what is, pardon my bluntness, the White British1 working-class capital of the UK?
I donât know. I guess i thought it couldnât happen here. That we were nicer up north. Or that the scenery was too nice for people to get angry. Or that we were too left-wing even though Reform beat the Tories in every constituency. Or maybe that we were too deprived, and that we didnât have anyone to scapegoat, because we knew itâd be shit no matter what.
Ach. History will trundle on as always, and in due time iâm sure the internet shit-stirrers and fundie imams will be joining hands and complaining about all those filthy undersea neo-post-BahĂĄâĂ immigrants from Atlantis taking our jobs. Maybe we can set up a football rivalry for everyone to redirect their hate into like they did in Glasgow. Who knows.
Man, i bet theyâre living it up in the Al Gore universe right now.
Iâve been terribly bored recently, and have been occupying myself by trying out a way i came up with of mapping out elections â a compromise of sorts between geographic maps (which donât always show the whole picture) and cartograms (which tend to be butt-ugly).
I chose to map out 2019âs results in the North East to get a feel of things:
New Zealand is relatively small, so i figured it would be the best choice for the first full country:
And, finally, the most recent council election in good old Northumberland1:
One of the more surprising results of the recent investigation into Big Borisâs lockdown conduct was the unearthing of a playlist used to motivate employees during their completely ordinary work events. Highlights include:
This list of songs, no doubt, absolves the government of any kind of wrongdoing.
Via Hansard, the official record of British parliamentary business, thenâLabour MP Joe Ashton informs us of the sort of nonsense that went on when the government had a majority of minus seventeen:
We used to have a bog trotter. When the Division bell rang, we had a top and bottom bog trotter whose job it was to run around all the toilets to see if anyone was locked in. We had to look under the door for feet and, if seen, we looked over the top. If that person was one of theirs we left him, if it was one of ours, we got him outâââif necessary with a screwdriver to unlock the door from the outside. That was the sort of nonsense that occurred when the House divided.
I remember the famous case of Leslie Spriggs, the then Member for St. Helens. We had a tied vote and he was brought to the House in an ambulance having suffered a severe heart attack. The two Whips went out to look in the ambulance and there was Leslie Spriggs laid there as though he was dead. I believe that John Stradling Thomas said to Joe Harper, âHow do we know that he is alive?â So he leaned forward, turned the knob on the heart machine, the green light went around, and he said, âThere, you've lostâââit's 311.â That is an absolutely true story. It is the sort of nonsense that used to happen. No one believes it, but it is true.
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When Parliament was first broadcast, for the first three days the BBC broadcast everything that came through the loudspeakers. It was libellous, it was unbelievably crude, but it was hilarious. The BBC panicked and said, âSomebody will sue us for libel. If it is in Hansard it is okay, but if it is not in Hansard we will be done for libel.â So the BBC stopped broadcasting everything; now, it jams the broadcast so all people hear is, âHear, hear, hear.â It is terrified of being sued for libel.
This stems from a 1997 debate on the modernisation of parliamentary procedure. More anecdotes from the same speech can be found on the other side of the link.