Monday, February 22, 2010

THE ASSASSINATION HAS BEEN TELEVISED

I'm sure the shadowy figures in Mossad are wondering 'why all the fuss this time round.'
We didn't hear much when the Hamas guy in Damascus was killed by a car bomb not so long ago.
Or the one before that in Amman. The guy that Mossad they failed to posion and got caught.
Then going back a while, wasn't there a waiter wasted in a mistaken identity mess in Scandinavia.
Maybe "forged passports" from other countries were not used in those missions. But it's a big maybe. Damascus does not welcome Israelis passports.
And if you are off to assassinate Palestinian officials, an Israelis passport is not an "asset".

So why now? Why are we all talking about it?
I think what happened here - why the story has blown up and why it has forced "outrage" from countries whose intelligence arms may have given tacit approval - is that this was the first CCTV assassination.

And that meant the 24hr news channels could lead with the story and then run heavily with it.
If we didn't have our tennis players getting out of the lift and the whole crew arriving and then splitting dodge, we would have had a stand up outside the hotel and then the story would have faded into an occasional feature piece.

So let's thank CCTV for our new found morality.

And let's remined Mossad that the assassinations as well as the revolution will be televised.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

JIM CORR -THE LIBERALS' LITMUS TEST or SHOULD THAT BE BLOTTER TEST

Jim Corr should shut the f**k up. Buy a house down the country. Live a nice quiet life. Maybe do something fulfilling on the side. See more of his family. Get closer to his sisters. Pick up an enjoyable hobby. Incest, perhaps.

We're an open-minded crew here at Barricade. But, call us sqaure, we believed a micro-dot should be followed by a period.

'Cad, calllous, heart-breaker' - go on throw them all at us. But sorry we are out that door while diamond clad Lucy was still in deep sleep.

You don't have to remind me that we would be back a month later clamouring, roaring for more until eventually she would put her finger to our mouths "Ssssssh."

AWOPBOPALUBOB-A-WOP-BAM-BAM. PHEW!

We'd see others in the corner, hard to pick out cos it was darker than the dark side of the moon. A Peter could get lost in the Fleetwood.
But you hear them.
They'd moved in.
Lucy had them spellbound.
And they sang magic.
She was Faust.
And the pact?
Well it was Faust with a Fender.

So picture yourself on a river surfing USA back in the USSR.

Boy you don't know how lucky you are.

Until

You're so broke up, you want to go home.

In return for your mind, you enthralled yourself, you spellbound us, made us embrace life with your sweet sounds.

17 yr old E Kidz danced in the ailses with big bellied midlands farmers.

A profoundly psychiatric tremor pulsed through Brian's aura.

But we didn't care, those West coast sounds really knocked us out.

And we had FUN FUN FUN 'til JIM came along and took our thesis away.

Lucy obviously saw that kid coming. And boy did she take him for a ride.
If you don't believe me. go ask Alice.

Lucy fucked him daft.

And the poor fool Jim was left there singing about the one thing he needed to do - but it was too much to hope.
"I Will Runaway."
Sadly no such luck.

In return for singing 'sour nothings' the mindless fool has the inside scoop on 9/11 - hell I bet you he even knows who the two Arab faux hacks were who blew Massoud away with their wedding camera bomb. Just before the towers go down, these two give the Taliban their 'public enemy number one.' And while they are it, they deprive the Yanks of a credible leader."

Come on Jim.

Shake, rattle and roll....you're on.

Now Jim Corr what have you got to say about Haiti.

Actually no.

Jim.

Shut Up.