‘but what goes without saying should surely go unsaid.’ Well, indeed, Doctor. Do you ever think of applying these sagacious words to yourself?
From: The Salisbury Review:
And, as always, his valiant acolytes leap to his defence: http://blog.skepticaldoctor.com/2013/04/04/the-psychobabble-of-murder/#comments
And the attack dogs are unleashed:
Well, that was like being savaged by a dead sheep.
Somewhere across the Big Pond they often advise trial lawyers to avoid asking questions of witnesses on the stand unless they are sure of the answer. A Texan gentleman by the rather peculiar name of Alphonsus Jr. might consider applying such advice to other areas of his life, such as his interactions with complete strangers on the internet.
http://www.libertylawsite.org/2013/02/11/fat-wars-why-not-personal-responsibility
Alphonsus Jr.
MAR 07, 2013 @ 20:52:02
Your links don’t work.
Incidentally, you appear to be on a crusade against Theodore Dalrymple. I keep seeing you in com boxes speaking against him. Kindly explain.
Incidentally, have you ever hired a surgical hitman to commit surgical infanticide?
If ‘Alphonsus Jr.’ had conducted some research before he asked this rather unpleasant, ungentlemanly question he may have stumbled across my Catholic origins. I certainly stumbled across his. Just a word of advice ‘Junior’, abortion is a mortal sin, having oneself tattooed isn’t.
I asked my wise old 95 year old neighbour (ex RAF, paramedic, college porter) Nobby Clarke what I should do.
‘Nobby, some American accused me of committing a mortal sin. What should I do?”
‘And did you commit this mortal sin?’
‘Why, of course not.’
Brief silence. And then Nobby said ‘Nothing.’
That man is a genius. Although you’ll note that I did not follow his advice.
http://dalrymplewatch.wordpress.com/2013/03/16/what-should-i-do/
Apparently my charming interlocutor has a few identities on da web, including:
…in which I accuse World Renowned Pseudo Doc Theodore Dalrymple (aka NHS Consultant Psychiatrist “Dr” Anthony Daniels (well, for a rather pitiful decade and a half anyway)) of unleashing a deluge of Pork Pies…
In response to this:
http://thelastpsychiatrist.com/2012/11/hipsters_on_food_stamps.html
A poster called Joe Young asks: ‘Can you really take every class at MIT and Yale online? How much does that cost?’
He gets a rather good response:’It’s free. Check out MIT’s OpenCourseWare, and Open Yale Courses’
When Margaret Thatcher entered Downing Street in 1979 a journalist asked a rather obvious question: ‘How does it feel to be the first female prime minister in Downing Street?’
After pointing out that she had no other basis for comparison, Margaret Thatcher alerted the journalist to the fact that she was also the first science graduate in Downing Street. Her predecessors had mostly been humanities graduates.
The only cure for ignorance is knowledge and generally it doesn’t come to find you. You have to seek it out.
Is it worth commenting on the fact that there are many great historical figures who never graduated from university? Orwell was one of them. They didn’t think he was bright enough to attend. Imagine that? Methinks that maybe they weren’t bright enough for him.
Just a PS to this post: Yes, there are arguments made by Dalrymple/Daniels that have my full support. I wish more men would make the assertions the good doctor has made here. I perceive football as an ugly, vulgar game but in saying this I get treated as though I have said something sacrilegious. I share his distaste at the many other vulgarisms that are woven into modern life. And I don’t particularly like regional accents and believe that we should all aspire to received pronunciation and standard English, but then I am an unemployed elocution tutor.
“The unexamined life is not worth living”
– Socrates
“The unlived life is not worth examining”
– Anonymous.
‘Life has not ravaged me because I have never lived’
– Me
‘I do think the right wing press is evil’
This is the same Amanda Platell who was press officer to William Hague from 1997-2001. No, it is Ms. Platell who is the hypocrite of the week. Hypocrite of the century. Those of us with a half decent memory recall how she betrayed the Tories after the general election of 2001. She kept a ‘secret video diary’ of the election campaign and then unleashed it on the world when the Tories, to whom she had pledged her loyalty, lost. She exploited their downfall. What motivated her then? Greed and the desire for fame would be my guess which makes her, ultimately, no better than the ‘terrifying underclass’ she condemns. Karen Matthews, she asserts, is the ‘personification of that terrifying growing phenomenon: a feckless, amoral, workshy, benefit-dependent underclass’. Ms. Platell is, in my humble opinion*, the personification of the lack of personal loyalty endemic in the ‘political class’. And, if those people can’t be loyal to one another, then how can we expect them to honour their commitments to the public?
*A phrase that will probably never emanate from the keyboard of Ms. Platell.
Addendum: And, according to this blogger, every member of the ‘underclass’ is a clone of Karen Matthews. This is what she has to say about Ms. Matthews’s neighbours: ‘I know all the neighbours ‘rallied round’ but these are exactly the same people who would also get up a lynch mob in a nanosecond, were there even a whisper of paedophilia in their area.’ (Let’s rephrase that sentence: ‘these are exactly the same people who would get up a lynch mob in a nanosecond, were there even a whisper of ‘a member of the underclass’ in the area’. That’s more like it. The words ‘pot’ and ‘kettle’ spring to mind for some reason. Cool header/graphics though!)
My Response: ‘I can’t see how you could possibly know that. And the ‘lynch mob’ mentality you refer to can be found in our mainstream media, in newspapers staffed by (mostly) middle class journalists.’
Addendum 2: : the nihilist in me, however, finds it hard to disagree with this: ‘It’s hard for me to imagine being so brutish and de-sensitised, living each day totally in the moment, like a hyena. If that is the direction we are heading in as a species then we may as well just nuke the lot just now and leave it to the cockroaches.’ I don’t believe, however, that people who live their lives in this manner are confined to a particular social class. If you want proof of that then look at the antics of the so-called British ‘aristocracy’. And I derive hope from stories such as this. The sentence handed down by the judge was pretty derisory and this case received relatively little publicity in the British media. One fact the journalists picked up on was that reading was for this girl a ‘passion’. I hope she can carry that with her into the future. I hope she succeeds in spite of the abuse that was inflicted upon her by her so-called parents. No one should be written off and many people from abusive backgrounds can and do make a success of their lives. No one is ‘doomed’ to failure and, if society believes that they are and condemns them to a state of eternal victimhood, then it is compounding the injustice inflicted upon them by those who were supposed to care for them. And this, heartbreakingly, is the future that certain people seem to be wishing upon Shannon Matthews. That is the last thing this little girl needs right now. What she needs, more than anything else in the world, is for people to believe in her.
And for some reason every time I think about the Matthews children a phrase enters my head: ‘Done because we are too menny.’
In case you’re curious, my opinions on ‘mindless procreation’ and promiscuity can be found here and here. In the meantime instead of ‘paying people to have brats’ (not my words) we should pay people to have cats because they’re cooler and cheaper to keep and you don’t have to spend half your life looking like a beached whale!
A little late but while I was on my travels I came across this on Deborah Lipstadt’s blog. Channel Four never had much of a mind to lose. Controversy at any price.
Yet Another Freaking Addendum: I wonder if people regard the behaviour of the bloke in this article as being ‘typical’ of the ‘educated middle classes’ aka the Übermenschen. A rhetorical question really because we all know they wouldn’t and I’d be prepared to stake my life on that. And they’d be right not to. Unlike Karen Matthews he is not expected to be ‘an ambassador for his class’. Funny that.
So Sick of Drowning 
Some Man/woman/child/cat/dog/hamster/
July 7, 2008Squirrel called McSlappy (or similar) keeps bothering me. So, here’s something to be getting on with…Kiss, Kiss, Kissy! And here are some song lyrics you may be interested in:
Margareth Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by her
I’ve said this before now
You said I was childish and you’ll say it now
“Remember what I told you
If they hated me they will hate you”
England’s not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving
Young mother down at Smithfield
5 am, looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was “please”
These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
“Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you”
England’s not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving.
Courtesy of these people
THE EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES
(Sinead O’Connor)
It seems like years since you held the baby
While I wrecked the bedroom
You said it was dangerous after Sunday
And I knew you loved me
He thinks I just became famous
And that’s what messed me up
But he’s wrong
How could I possibly know what I want
When I was only twenty-one?
To offer advice and say how I should be
But they’re twisted
And they will never be any influence on me
But you will always be
You will always be
If I treated you mean
I really didn’t mean to
But you know how it is
And how a pregnancy can change you
But I won’t go anywhere nice for a while
All I want to do is just sit here
And write it all down and rest for a while
I can’t bear to be in another city
One where you are not
I would return to nothing without you
If I’m your girlfriend or not
But I really don’t think so
You asked if I’m scared
And I said so
Everyone can see what’s going on
They laugh `cause they know they’re untouchable
Not because what I said was wrong
Whatever it may bring
I will live by my own policies
I will sleep with a clear conscience
I will sleep in peace
Maybe it sounds mean
But I really don’t think so
You asked for the truth and I told you
Through their own words
They will be exposed
They’ve got a severe case of
The emperor’s new clothes
The emperor’s new clothes
The emperor’s new clothes
*******************************
‘You Cause as Much Sorrow’
I’m full of good intentions
Like I never was before
It’s too late for prevention
But I don’t think it’s too late for the cure
So you call in your minions
And see what you can find
Night time or morning
These hands are sticky but I don’t mind
Why must you always be around?
Why can’t you just leave it be?
It’s done nothing so far but destroy my life
You cause as much sorrow dead
As you did when you were alive
I never said I was tough
That was everyone else
So you’re a fool to attack me
For the image that you built yourself
Just sounds more vicious
Than I actually mean
I really am soft
Yes, I’m tender and sweet
Why must you always be around?
Why can’t you just leave it be?
You’ve done nothing so far but destroy my life
You cause as much sorrow dead
As you did when you were alive
Why must you always ask me?
Why can’t you just leave me be?
You’ve done nothing so far but destroy my life
You cause as much sorrow dead
As you did when you were alive
“Just Like You”
I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you
I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
I could be cold
I could be ruthless
You know I could be just like you
I could be weak
I could be senseless
You know I could be just like you
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
On my own, cause I can’t take liven with you
I’m alone, so I won’t turn out like you
Want me to
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you
I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you
Addendum: And what really, really, really pissed me off about all this, Ms. McSlappy, is that I didn’t even get a glimpse of your beautiful face. I’m bi-curious* and I bet the mere sight of you would have had me packing my bags and setting sail to the Island of Lesbos in an instant.
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