Fawkes and the nasty right
Those of you who follow the UK political scene will be aware of the Guy Fawkes blog. For many, it's not much more than the most famous of many scurrilous, muck-raking (not that this is a bad thing), anti-Labour Westminster blogs.
But its composition, as well as its readership, is riddled with what might at best be termed 'dodgy' thinking. Comments on posts are generally uncensored and expose that the modern, Tory right wing has not changed, despite what Cameron would have us believe. They remain as nasty - and comtemptible - as ever. Those of you tempted to vote Tory in the next election (after all, it wouldn't make much difference, right?) - remember that Guido Fawkes is very popular not only with politically astute Conservative voters but also, apparently, with many of the party's activists.
Some comments from a thread that included a picture of Gordon Brown and a group of young boys:
"They all look like nice boys - are they aware of the turd-burgling snot-gobbler's predilections?"
"I hope Brown is paying for those rentboy's out of his own pocket.
You never know what these cunt's try to put on their expenses."
"He looks uncomfortable because he's dithering over which one to pick."
"Hey guys, we all know the filthy habits of Gay Gordo, but those are likely just ordinary innocent (so far) kids - unfair to call them rentboys just because that is what that foul perverted fucker likes."
"I wonder if the photographer got any shot's of Brown getting spit roasted.I'm sure his mate's at Liebour HQ would pay handsomely for them."
"next thing you know kids get touched up, then go missing, media blackout and files buried for 100yrs
geoffrey, how many times have i told you, naughty naughty, very naughty"
"So lads where is the nearest public lavatory?"
...and I haven't even posted the ones about Harriet Harman. Nice guys, huh? I always wonder what makes some men write such knowledgeable, angry depictions of the gay sex they claim to hate.
Oh, and the other day I saw someone referring to Labour as 'ZaNu LieBore' - possibly the worst attempt at making up a name since that whole 'Bliar' fiasco.
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My nation is strong, your nation is shit
It has been a while since I touched on anything connected to the political/cultural temperature around here. I do have one pet theory that I've been chewing over for a few months now. It's not a particularly original idea so any of you who know the proper cultural studies term for it should let me know. I decided to write this after seeing the hilariously tragic TeleMadrid video over at South of Watford.
I'll start off by reiterating that I'm not a Catalan nationalist. I oppose nationalism in general as it doesn't really fit with any of my other beliefs and often seems to be a divisive concept. In this way, I also oppose Spanish, French and British nationalism. At the same time, I do not like the idea of a mono-cultured, mono-linguistic world where people's cultural differences are erased in the name of 'peace'. It wouldn't work and we'd lose a lot of what makes humanity so interesting.
Anyway, my theory is pretty simple. People who come from dominant, mono-cultured, mono-linguistic nation states are generally less sympathetic to the culture and 'nationality' of smaller, less dominant regions and countries.
At the same time, the most strident opponents of nationalism are nearly always from countries with very strong and safe nationalisms*. Example: John at Iberian Notes. He's an intelligent guy who sees absolutely no contradiction in slamming any and all movements which seek to promote Catalan culture, identity or autonomy... while at the same time being an extremely noisy cheerleader for American imperialism. His opposition to nationalism seems to go as far as La Franja (and takes in the Basque Country too). When looking at his own country, he seems completely oblivious of the fact that he strongly supports American nationalism. In the past, he has also expressed strong support for Israel (a highly nationalist society) but condemns Palestinian nationalism as dangerous (or 'terrorist'). And he's not alone: these are standard and accepted positions.**
Similarly, domestic opposition to Catalan nationalism is nearly always couched in the language of Spanish nationalism. There can be few arguments less logical than 'down with Catalan nationalism: one language for all Spaniards', a political movement which is being actively promoted by some Spanish politicians, El Mundo and various Spanish and ex-pat (i.e. British and American) bloggers.
Actually, it is often the ex-pats who are the most strident opponents of Catalan autonomy and culture. In my experience, people born in other areas of Spain who live and work here (often married to a Catalan), speak the language and generally support at least the status quo, and sometimes even the push for further autonomy. It has always been my German, French and British colleagues who find Catalans to be 'stupid', 'silly', 'pathetic' or 'dangerous' for insisting on speaking the language they feel most comfortable with. It is no coincidence that the British, French and German states are the world's most important historical nation-states.
In the end, what it comes down to is the perceived relative strength of one nation against another. If Catalonia were still the great nation it was for about 40 years, they might be the dominant nation-state, mocking the English for not speaking French, or those regionalist losers in Andalucia. They'd probably be just as bad as the British, the French and the Germans are now. And the British, the French and the Germans would no doubt feel the same indignation at being told they should speak another language in the shops on their own street, just to 'make things easier'.
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*This is not to say that just because someone's English, she cannot oppose nationalism.
**So, one man's nation is another man's region.
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Summercase Day Two: yeah, yeah
We managed to drag ourselves out to the second day of Summercase yesterday. We didn't see anything that beat Cornelius. Review:
Kings Of Leon - 1 - but only just
The Stranglers - 1 - too Disnified but Golden Brown's a great song
Mogwai - 0 - scheduling fuck-up
CSS - 1 - I still love Lovefoxxx
The Raveonettes - 1
Neon Neon - 1 - the only performer to utter a word in Catalan. He's Welsh, after all.
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Summercase Day One: has fun ever been so corporate?
Bands we saw yesterday, scores using my not-patented binary scoring system.
We Are Scientists - 0
Edwyn Collins - 1 - a very enjoyable show
Ian Brown - 1
Grinderman - 0 - sorry, but the Bad Seeds are way better.
Blondie - 0 - Basically Blondie-On-Ice, this Disneyfied production was so sickly sweet that all of the local audience enjoyed it. Bad sign.
Cornelius - 1 - by far the most enjoyable concert of the evening.
Primal Scream - 0 - we didn't stay for the full gig. Heard the Motorstorm song, though.
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Summercase is the worst example I've ever seen of corporate pop festival management. The multiple sponsor tie-ins lack any nuance of subtlety and induce a sort of nausea on first contact.
Speaking of which, the 'facilities' are completely awful. The only food to purchase is Telepizza, beer: San Miguel (I mean, sius plau!), loos with doors that don't lock, staff who don't speak Catalan or English... in 11 years of attending pop festivals, Summercase is by far the worst.
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Donald Trump: Housing market is still alive!
Those of you struggling to meet your mortgage payments, terrified of what might happen if food and fuel get even more expensive, calm down! There's a man here who'd like to show you that it's not all doom and gloom.
Donald Trump, a well known and very rich man, has just sold his 5km sq. beach-front property to another very rich man for a record breaking $95 million. Trump said of the sale:
In an age of so many people getting hurt in real estate, it shows that you can still do well in real estate. I think it's a great sign for the area, a great sign for Palm Beach and all that Palm Beach represents.
So next time you start to moan about your rent and food bills going up, or the fact that you can't take a holiday this year, just remember: maybe if you worked a little harder, you'd be in possession of a $95 million mansion in Palm Beach. Think on.
(Coming next week: I will explain why banks deserve billions of dollars of government handouts but the working poor don't. And I'm reliably informed that Iberian Notes isn't frothing at the mouth about 'nationalising the banks' which always used to be his yardstick for the end of the world and the rise of the Bolshevik terror. I guess it's OK when it's done by people with whom you share what amounts to being a kind of a political philosophy).
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What I'm planning to watch at Summercase
I had to contact the festival organisers to get a copy of the set times in plain text (essential for producing your own Excel festival guides... at least I haven't laminated it). Their web designers/webmasters obviously know little about accessibility.
Here's my planned viewing (highlighted in pink).
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Old media sucks #286
Colin at Thoughts from Galicia posted a link to this article by Danial Hannan where he assesses that most people who are against bullfighting have only adopted that position because they are sociopaths. In an article full of resentment and dislike towards people who hold a different point of view to him, Hannan argues that socialists, egalitarians and Islamists are all simply motivated by misanthropy, just like people who oppose the corrida.
Animals can be a handy cause for people seeking to justify their dislike of humans. There are always men casting around for a way to validate their sociopathic tendencies. A hundred years ago, they claimed to be outraged on behalf of the proletariat. Then, when working people found their own political representatives, the Angry Young Men took to championing colonials who were less likely to speak for themselves. Now, Nicaraguan day-labourers and black South Africans and the Vietnamese peasants have also found their own spokesmen, so the Sturm und Drang brigade have shifted to the one constituency than is guaranteed never to disown them: animals.
I mean, I know he's writing for the abominal Telegraph but does he really have to come off as such a measly, whiney, grovelling little prick of a sophist?
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Summer at the slopes
We spent a day at our winter hangout, Port del Comte in the Solsonès... here are some pictures (click the image to open the set on Flickr).
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A mosquito made me deaf
Aren't mosquitoes just the worst? At about 4:30 this morning, I was rudely awaken by the high-pitched love call of a mosquito buzzing around my ear (this, despite the mosquito repellent I had smeared on myself). Waving it away, I tried to settle back to sleep - despite knowing that it would be back all too soon. And it was.
This time, I figured that I'd cleverly kill the bugger, thus affording myself a few more hours of untroubled sleep. My plan was flawless: I'd wait for the mosquito to home in on my ear and then I'd pounce. She (for all biting mosquitoes are apparently female) approached, and as her buzzing reached its zenith, I brought my palm down in a slap so resoundingly powerful that I knew she could never escape.
On second thoughts, slapping my own ear so hard might not have been the best plan. My hand's impact was immediately followed by a shrill ringing in my left ear which quickly died down to nothing. And since then, the hearing in my left ear has been extremely muffled.
In the end, I switched on the light and, after a somewhat ungainly naked dance around the room, I found her. Full of blood (Gemma and I had about five bites between us), she was carrying a heavy load and this made her easy to catch.
Of course, it would be foolish to suggest that mosquitoes are capable of strategising a new method of attack that finally found its success with myself. But is it not highly likely that mosquitoes have been buzzing near our ears for centuries, just waiting for someone to foolishly deafen himself, thus rendering him unable to detect the little bloodsuckers.
I shall send a copy of this blog post/paper to Nature.
What's that?!
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Whoever voted for this party is a nasty so and so

Via Lenin's Tomb. Arseholes.
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If you can remember the 1970s, you weren't there
Summercase festival is fast approaching and the line-up's looking OK. I've never been before but I imagine it's a bit like Primavera Sound only with a different name.
There's definitely a big seventies feel to the lineup, with Blondie, the Sex Pistols and The Stranglers all playing. Although, if you're Katie Addleman of Barcelona Metropolitan, that would be a 1980s theme. Huh? Anyway, what do I know? I can't even remember the 70s.
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Football victory brings meaning to progressive politics, flag waving and the Guggenheim
Graham Keeley's article from the other day, when he wittered on about how Spain winning a major soccer title seemed to have soothed internal tensions, has been outdone by Elizabeth Nash in the Independent.
According to Nash, the victory has brought into focus all the good stuff that happens in Spain, including: Zapatero's progressive politics, a drop in support for separatists in the Basque Country and Catalonia, increased reading of popular fiction, a nice hotel in the Rioja, the films of Almódovar, large olive plantations and Don Juan Carlos claiming the title 'King of Jerusalem'.
Now I thought that Keeley's article was pushing the envelope a bit, in terms of both word count and far-fetched silliness. But Nash and her friends have really upped the ante (3593 words versus Keeley's now pathetic-looking 1436).
But what about the bad side of Spain? What about the fact that domestic violence is still a major problem? That the roads are still dangerous? That inflation is much higher than is being admitted? That bizarre laws about the protection of the king are used to deny the right to protest? That 'molecular gastronomy' is about to collapse like a whale egg and pear soufflé? That massive corruption continues to plague local government? That we failed to win Eurovision, despite having an amusing song? Someone commenting at Notes From Spain refers to a state of 'crisis' in Spain... so can both versions of the story really be true?
I reckon that this whole thing has been used by various journalists as an excuse for easy copy in the balmy months of summer. Country x wins sporting event y and the stories just write themselves really. I expect there will be some stuff in the next couple of days about how it's Gordon Brown's fault that Andy Murray couldn't beat Rafa Nadal at Wimbledon.
Spain is better off than it was 10 years ago but it has a long way to go and some very difficult decisions left to make, as well as a rough economic cycle to ride out. It's not all transsexual marriage and vino tinto here, you know.
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