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- anticant
- anticant is the blogname of a lifelong free speech and civil rights campaigner. A lot of his life since WW2 has been taken up with battling against cruel and over-bossy laws, censorship, censoriousness, and Nanny Knows Best types. Now elderly and in poor health, anticant hopes his memories and thoughts will be of interest to those engaged in today's struggles for freedom, democracy, and a more hopeful tomorrow. e-mail: anticant@hotmail.co.uk
43 comments:
I am the greatest cyberbrain ever.
When I use a word, it means what I choose it to mean.
Are you a Big-Ender or a Little-Ender?
Don't egg me on!
Roll up for the Egg and Spoon race. I shall poach Zola, and then we will spoon.
No rotten eggs here!
By Order.
Good morning, Yellow Duck. Quack. quack.
The following communication has just been intercepted in the burrow junk mail box:
"Yo Dude
Don't tell me why your ramrod is so small, I will better help you to make it really Bigger!
Why bigger? Because over 88% of all women need a longer sausage to satisfy their desire!"
anticant thinks this may be a Bush-Blair hotline message that has slipped through the cypher filter. Cherie has been warned.
Scramble quick.
You are all on toast soon if your are not careful.
The Black Book is getting full.
I suspect you imply the phrase :
" Never mind the eggs what about the fucking cucumbers"
Suspect what you like. We don't want that sort of language in the burrow. Fanny and Johnnie Cradock are about to give a demonstration of omelette-making.
By Order.
Will Fanny take the rubber?
Just Bildung bridges that is all.
Arrogant Egg:
"Of course I bloody well came first."
American Egg:
"Ours is a society where anyone can go, in just one generation, from Cage to Free Range."
Gay Egg:
"Well hel-lo, soldier..."
ET Egg:
"Be good egg."
Student Campaigner Egg:
"Edwina in the Hague! Now! For hate crimes."
Is that an Egg-white to Shite house as the seagull said?
BTW : Anticant what is wrong with cucumbers? That is not a banned word is it?
damn it man speak plain English.
In a survey on class, 40% of British Eggs responded that they perceived themselves as neither 'Caged' nor 'Free Range' but 'Barn Fresh'.
(Source: "We are all middle class now," The Daily Eggs Press)
I detest cucumbers. Nasty, slippery, slimy things.
The Shite House, defending the War in Iraq:
"You can't make an omelette without scrambling some eggs."
(That omelette metaphor was one of Isaiah Berlin's favourites, whenever he attempted to articulate the sentiments of revolutionaries and ideologues. He also loved to cite Robespierre's line, to the effect of: 'Through an ocean of blood to the Kingdom of Love.')
'Through an ocean of blood to the Kingdom of Love.' Ah yes, indeed - the cry of the bloodthirsty fanatic down the ages.
Butwhatif : You radical fellow you.
Herra Iceya Berlin misunderstood Karl Marx too even if he made a few valid points of critique.
Oopps - in the shite now again.
But I did not mention Capitalism diddle I?
Anyway Butwhatif what the fuck are you doing here in this right wing ring of futile desires?
Own up, own up.
''Through an ocean of blood to the Kingdom of Love.' Ah yes, indeed - the cry of the bloodthirsty fanatic down the ages.'
Or, in my case, the teenager who won't take 'No!' for an answer.
OK
Dr White. Red Rags?
To bulls?
charlie Boy?
Please be more specific . This is the burrow you know.
Zola,
Berlin's essay on Marx and Disraeli, where he, erm, yokes together those parallels lives, is possibly the best thing that he ever wrote. Sheer brilliance. I wish I had a soft copy I could mail to you, if you haven't already come across it.
According to Berlin, Marx absorbs the loathing of Jews: where his anti-capitalism and his anti-semitism go hand in hand. Instead, this outsider in Germany/Europe places himself, and his being, into the category of the worker, elevating this group, in his scheme of things, to the aristocracy of the future.
Meanwhile, Berlin's Disraeli more quietly dispenses with his Jewishness, eventually becoming more British than the British. In doing so, through the journey in identity that he undertook, he becomes extremely well-placed when it comes to charming the pants off the nation. This new insider is able to show the British a flattering vision of themselves on the world stage that is to die for. Literally.
It's a remarkable essay. Guess it has relevance, too, on my take on what was going on with those ultra-Germanic Frankfurters. The strategies taken by Jewish thinkers and politicians, faced with a culture that discriminated against them, that denied them conventional pathways towards cultivating a healthy sense of identity. Berlin is simply fantastic on all of this.
(But as you said elsewhere - maybe its for another thread.)
*Dr* White? You're not one of those paedotricians The News of the World was telling us about?
Butwhatif : How can I agree and yet still disgree? Yet you make it possible.
I am not sure that this is for another thread as such.
Maybe you are, with reason, a good optimist rather than the pessimistic sausages of Frankfurt. Maybe.
Whatever : made me think again you did.
That cannot be bad.
to The Burrow Beadle
That 'junk mail', as you so charmingly put it, was from me.........a little sideline of mine.....
including non-slippery cucumbers for slippery customers, tell
Anticant.......
butwhatif - please say which of Berlin's volumes of collected essays that is in? I have several of them, but can't be bothered to wade through five or six volumes to find it!
Yes, I do think this is developing into more than a gossip/fun thread, and would be better relocated elsewhere. I would like to explore in more depth what Zola's difficulties with Isaiah Berlin are. I don't always agree with Berlin's opinions, but he is always a brilliant and stimulating read.
Can someone suggest a title? How about "Goodbye to Berlin?"?
Now back to our yolks! The Beadle is braced for another outbreak of egg-pelting.
Are we still in Eggoland ?
or are we being moved to another place ?
Good morning Vietnam :
here is one text for you to read today.
It is from Isaiah Berlin the infamous old fart of certitudes gone wrong.
Reference is : "Historical Inevitability" found in " Four essays on liberty" (sic).
Published by, god damn it, Oxford Uni pressing systems at the end of the 1960s or somewhere, sometime like that in 1969.
Now I have really fucked up a thread but you asked for it.
Another piece of junk mail:
"How many times did you get unhappy after hating the idea to undress in public? 0besity does not only affect the way you look and feel about yourself. It is also dangerous for your health....Feeling shy to take off your clothes on a beach or in bed with your special one is so saddening."
Not if you're a friend of Prince Harry's.
Back to your reindeer poo sweeping up duties in the igloo immediately, you Berlin-bashing bolshevik!
Or did you mean, maybe you did, the good bood book "Goodbye to all That" I ask?
I guess we could carry on .... like this.. making history live before blogwood.
The Dean is after the beadle methinks.
Anticant, that Marx-Disraeli essay, if I recall rightly, can be found in Against the Current.
I'd love to hear what you make of it. A thread on Berlin. Why not?
Hear the one about Churchill inviting Mr Berlin around to Downing St? Only it turned out he got the wrong one, giving Irving a philosophical grilling over lunch.
Yet I'm sure Isaiah once or twice sang "There's no business like show business", given how he did that celebrity academic thing during the Cold War; and all this,
well before this charmed era,
of Greer-Schama.
Did you notice : I got a "fuck" in there without the Beadle telling me orf.
There is a lesson there somewhere.
just get Anitcant concentrated and he is unaware of the fucks going around.
Off to the bookshelves Anticant.
Tomorrow we have some fun.
Yes, I did know the old Irving Berlin/Churchill chestnut. I am a great admirer of Isaiah B. A brilliant mind. I'm very curious as to why his name always puts Zola into such a bad temper. Quite uncharacteristic of our usually mellow friend. Finnish despatches awaited.
Incidentally, Zola, I am only too well aware of the verbal poo you persist in strewing round the burrow. Stick to knickers, please. Otherwise the Beadle will be on the rampage.
I think that I am, BTW, one of the very few people who has succesfully told David Starkey to shut up. It was in a small meeting where he, as usual, was monopolising the conversation until I said "Don't you think it would be nice if you allowed the rest of us to get a word in edgeways now and then?" He was gobsmacked!
Anyone who gets David Starkey Raving Mad to shut up deserves a knighthood. :o)
I deserve a Life Peerage several times over, but I've used up my last couple of £millions on more pressing needs.
I'dve thought that the fact that you actually deserve a Life Peerage would bar you for lilfe from ever actually getting one...
I wonder what title Lord Antirant would take on.
Lord Anti of Horrorgate Burrows?
Yes, that's very appropriate, especially as I grew up in Harrogate.
When we used to holiday in the Pennines there was a little village high up in the hills called Crackpot. Terry always says he would like to "Lord Whatsit of Crackpot".
I do hope your Terry is not on drugs. If he were that would really be the last straw.
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