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The cow jumped over the moon

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Jayzus Feltz but would yiz ever shut the fuck up!

All right, Myers is a bit of a pretentious prick but we knew that years ago.  He likes a bit of scandal and a drop of controversy but most of all he likes to be noticed.  And you have certainly given him the latter.

So he wrote an article which you wouldn’t even have seen until someone pointed it out to you?  I would hardly call that a headline announcement?  No, it was just an opinion piece in the middle of an extremely bloated newspaper that most people would skip anyway.  You even have to pay to see the on-line version.

As for being misogynistic, is this a reference to his mentioning “ladies” in one of his comments?  “Sorry, ladies — equal pay has to be earned“?  I would call that patronising rather than misogynistic.  Get a fucking grip!

As for the Jewish bit – to describe the piece as “horrifying racism” and “anti-Semitic” is a load of bollox.  It’s more an example of stereotyping than racism.  Calling the Scots “tight fisted” or the Irish as a nation of drunks falls into the same category, and anyone with a modicum of intelligence just ignores such comments, so the impression I get is that you lack such judgement.  Your reaction is so extreme as to be off the planet altogether.

Now Myers has lost his job.  I don’t know quite why he was fired as presumably his piece had to pass through an editing process so it’s the editors who should take the flak, not the author.

An article that in the ordinary course would have been read by few has now become news, both in print and on the airwaves and has been read by the multitudes.  A perfect example of the Striesand Effect?

Congratulations, Feltz.

The Queen of Snowflakes.

 

 

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The cow jumped over the moon — 2 Comments

  1. I have long held this ditty by Tolkein to be infact the wisest of political commentary …universally so (second only to ‘onion peelings’ by AC):

    I crave your indulgence, bandwidth and reproduce  in full:

    There is an inn, a merry old inn
    beneath an old grey hill,
    And there they brew a beer so brown
    That the Man in the Moon himself came down
    one night to drink his fill.

    The ostler has a tipsy cat
    that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
    And up and down he runs his bow,
    Now squeaking high, now purring low,
    now sawing in the middle.

    The landlord keeps a little dog
    that is mighty fond of jokes;
    When there’s good cheer among the guests,
    He cocks an ear at all the jests
    and laughs until he chokes.

    They also keep a hornéd cow
    as proud as any queen;
    But music turns her head like ale,
    And makes her wave her tufted tail
    and dance upon the green.

    And O! the rows of silver dishes
    and the store of silver spoons!
    For Sunday there’s a special pair,
    And these they polish up with care
    on Saturday afternoons.

    The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
    and the cat began to wail;
    A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
    The cow in the garden madly pranced,
    and the little dog chased his tail.

    The Man in the Moon took another mug,
    and rolled beneath his chair;
    And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
    Till in the sky the stars were pale,
    and dawn was in the air.

    Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
    “The white horses of the Moon,
    They neigh and champ their silver bits;
    But their master’s been and drowned his wits,
    and the Sun’ll be rising soon!”

    So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
    a jig that would wake the dead:
    He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
    While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
    “It’s after three!” he said.

    They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
    and bundled him into the Moon,
    While his horses galloped up in rear,
    And the cow came capering like a deer,
    and a dish ran up with the spoon.

    Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
    the dog began to roar,
    The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
    The guests all bounded from their beds
    and danced upon the floor.

    With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!
    the cow jumped over the Moon,
    And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
    And the Saturday dish went off at a run
    with the silver Sunday spoon.

    The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
    as the Sun raised up her head.
    She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
    For though it was day, to her suprise
    they all went back to bed.

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