Category Archives: Politics

Let them eat Somlói Galuska

[Hungarian sponge cake with raisins, walnuts, rum, chocolate sauce and whipped cream, from fat-free, sugarless, zero-calorie Wikipedia]

Dick Puddlecote and Frank Davis agree that the government’s pudding curse is atrocious, but both confine themselves to the matter of theory involved. I maintain that any attempt to shame restaurants by naming them as those who serve large portions of delicious puddings will be, from the health nazi point of view, counterproductive.

Also I have to query Dick Puddlecote’s statement that

Marie Antoinette was slaughtered for less.

I thought that when she was told that the starving people had no bread, she suggested that they eat cake; this libertarian view, so clearly at odds with French revolutionary proto-socialist prescriptivism, was doubtless what doomed her.

But I agree wholeheartedly with Frank Davis that

Politics now, across the whole of Europe, is governments versus peoples.

The sole exception to this, I would suggest, being the government of Mr. Viktor Orban, who is being horribly denigrated by the lefty media for allowing his people to vote on EU migrant quotas, which is happening today. Here is his speech. I prefer not to quote or link to the liar-press, but would correct it on a number of points: Hungary is not a backward country, but has consistently led the world in technical fields such as electric traction; its people are not shambling, xenophobic peasants cowering beneath Dracula-like castles, but often intellectuals of the first rank in the world. During the Manhattan Project a joke was made that all of the best mathematicians were actually men from Mars, but pretended to be Hungarian so that nobody would question their accents.

Insulting such people as these because they chose to elect someone who will allow them to express their view of EU population-replacement programmes is likely to be about as counterproductive as ‘naming and shaming’ pudding-chefs. However, should the Hungarian people fail to welcome their being supplanted by an ancient enemy imported by distant bureaucrats, the campaign of vilification will doubtless continue.





The bats have left the bell-tower; the victims have been bled; red velvet lines the black box. Bela Lugosi’s dead.

[It’s by Bauhaus]

The American establishment’s plan to have Hillary Clinton installed as the first female President may have run into difficulties.

For some time I have wondered whether she would make it to the election in November, and now it’s beginning to look as though she hasn’t.

Television footage abounds of her being manhandled in and out of transport like so many potatoes, of her handlers carrying emergency medical devices, and so forth.

Now, in a comment on Cold Fury (sorry, no link today owing to what seems to be a server problem), I find this remark upon a recent appearance:

There is a slight problem with the meme that an hour and a half later Hillary was just fine, walking around outside Chelsea’s apartment, hugging little girls, etc.
It wasn’t Hillary. It was quite obviously a body double. I say obviously because whoever it was outside Chelsea’s apartment was a good 40-50 pounds lighter than Cankles. Gone was the fat midsection, huge butt, and tree trunk legs. This Hillary actually had a semi-attractive body, with good-looking, somewhat shapely legs. Unless the obese Hillary we have see lately suddenly lost a ton of weight, this was NOT Hillary. Just sayin’.

Also, there was NO Secret Service around her. Really? How could that be? They swarmed around her when she was getting into (being tossed into) the van, but were nowhere to be seen when she walks outside? Even little girls are able to come up to her with nary a handler or SS agent to intercept? Mmmm…….Don’t think so.

It will be interesting to see whether the person who plays the late Mrs. Clinton in the long-awaited presidential debate on Monday manages to get her troublesome cough exactly right. It’s so easy to forget to do this kind of business when one ad libs.

Feds Blunder In

It is being reported that the FBI seem to have sent a ‘deep black’ operative, complete with auld-lang-syne faked death and numberless gun, to assassinate Donald Trump.

Everyone says that the FBI likes Hillary; this of course because, like its gloomy-looking secret agent, she has one of those potato faces, and doesn’t sweat very much. J. Edgar had preferences.

Trump was of course elsewhere at the time, so it’s a moot point exactly who would have stopped a 9mm from Agent Bush’s silenced Glock had the clumsy oaf not been seized by security while allegedly fooling around with the service elevators. Perhaps, like Sherlock Holmes, Trump leaves silhouetted in a window a superb waxwork of himself, to be carefully turned every quarter of an hour, as bait for wannabe assassins.

Now everyone also says that it was the FBI who either (a) had JFK shot and/or (b) carefully looked the other way while somebody else shot him, so the question naturally arises of who they actually thought was riding through Dallas on that day.