Boris, The Cavalry And The Kossacks
Sometimes Kossacks, utterly adorable as they obviously all are, just don’t do teh funny, or bother to familiarise themselves with British media, politics and blogs before knee-jerking off a load of ill-informed criticism.
Via Crooked Timber, a Kos diarist not only goes after Boris Johnson but mistakes Chase Me Ladies, I’m In The Cavalry for a wingnut site and commenter dsquared for a crazed genocidalist :
“This is not a joke. This is the rising tide of eliminationist language that I?ve seen for a lot of years on the right. It starts as chuckles among unformed or unaware or unprocessed minds, and can quickly metastasize into action. In a metaphorical sense it already has, with the cutthroat way Republicans do business in the political arena. Then it turns into jokes that reflect some wishful rage with a wink and a nod. From there it?s just a hop and a skip and a jump to calling Democrats ?cockroaches? that need to be ?stamped out.””
Chase Me Ladies’ Harry Hutton is unusually restrained in his response:
Dsquared, whom you use as an example of a Republican hate-monger, is: a) English; b) left-wing; and c) a writer for The Guardian.
Hats off.
Even a cursory reading of Chase Me Ladies would have revealed that the blog and its comment threads are no hotbed of eliminationist rhetoric aimed at liberals. Nope, they hate everybody. The one time I commented there I got my arse handed back to me on a platter. And no, I’m not linking to it.
In the same thread the Kos commenters also have the temerity to have a go at Boris Johnson. Oh dear, now they pissed off middle England too…
Good old Boris, the cartoon rightwing, bike-riding, serial bumbling philanderer that he is, still has a place in the hearts of many of us British, all over the political spectrum. When you want an effective argument against Tory rule, you only have to point out that any such government would likely have Boris on the front bench to see the opposition crumble.
Private Eye would lose half its copy without Boris – plus he’s funny as hell, albeit inadvertently, when he presents Have I Got News For You. He may be the worst television performer ever, or the best, it’s hard to tell. That’s his particular genius to make impossible to tell if the genial but befuddled public schoolboy is an act or for real.
Well, that and chasing posh beneficiary of nepotism totty, denying it and being caught red-handed by the press and his party. Ya gotta love Boris – he’s keeping Tory values alive in case we should be blinded by the bedazzling young Mr Cameron and his gang of young Etonian turks.
Erstwhile Boris’ paramour the Hon. Petronella Wyatt
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