Yanny Mac - Bungled

  Godwin's Law (n.) A facetious aphorism maintaining that as an online debate increases in length, it becomes inevitable that someone will eventually compare someone or something to Hitler or the Nazis. (OED) I like Lineker. And I agree with the sentiment of his tweet. This current administration seem to be using a sledgehammer to 'fix a problem' that isn't a problem, and has been part of human evolution since we left the trees & walked upright, requires sensitivity, investment, and a lot fewer dog-whistles. However.............. Our Gary did break the rules. His contract is fairly specific (if that's not an oxy?) and the Beeb's desire to be considered 'impartial' is ostensibly part of the foundations it's built on. We could insist the Beeb remove the impartiality clause. We could ask for an exoneration for Saint Gaz. Or we could accept that martyrs are made, not through miracles or beatification, but through having a strong sense of belief in wh...

  Warning: This blog post contains references to Gary Lineker and the UK's Immigration Policy. Yanny Mac accepts no responsibility for any actions caused by potential triggers. It seems to me that none of you are correct. If in fact as I suspect, you are in either Chairman Gary's camp or Kommandant Braverman's kampf, you are both guilty of aiding the Establishment , in their age-old desire to 'Divide & Rule'. These polarised debates of 'Whose Side Are You On?' merely allow those in power to go about their day passing legislation, debating for debate's sake, and justifying their salaries and their positions of power, whilst we scrap over tired ideologies and extreme points of opinion. Regardless of which token party is in the ascendancy, the act of governing requires tedious bureaucracy, a good dollop of deceit, and the occasional sleight of hand. To keep us otherwise engaged & benighted, allows our oft-Knighted leaders to go about their dull days...

I have become my father. Not the Conservative voting, conservative-living, Roman Catholic & god fearing, catholic-living, militarised & militaristic, regimented, regimentally-living, Scotland supporting rugby fan, with a love for Jason Bourne and Seymour-Hoffman movies. But a poor facsimile of him. The him that liked to put things in order. The him that labelled everything. The him that never wasted food, always recycled, cleaned his drains fastidiously, and always blew in his shoes. I don’t blow in my shoes. My father blew in his shoes out of habit, every day before putting them on. This was as a result of once putting his bare foot into a desert boot (in a desert), to find it was the shady resting place of a huge black scorpion the size of a lobster. Old habits die hard. My father died in 2018. I never really saw eye-to-eye with my father. I was a mummy’s boy. He sent me to military boarding school. Mum picked-up the pieces every term when I cried down the telephone, home...