What I’m all about

In the unlikely event that anyone ever reads this blog, which I’ m basically doing for my own amusement, 

No, I’m not a sock puppet of any of HP’s many and varied opponents. I just like reading blogs and laughing at things. My sole connection with any of the BNBs in the world of political blogs is that Richard Seymour once called me “dangerously naive” (or it might have been “naively dangerous”, I was drunk at the time.) I have no other blog and no connections to the glittering world of media, as should be painfully obvious from my writing style. In fact, I work for not far off the minimum wage. (You may wish to say “awwww!” at this point.)

For my sins, I’m the member of a small party of the far left. I have no idea what I did in a previous life to have this fate cruelly thrust upon me, but it must have been really bad. No, I’m kidding comrades, I love you really. And no, I’m not telling you which one. You can guess, but it’s not their fault I’m writing this blog and in the glorious dawn of the revolution (no doubt just around the corner) I’m not having anyone saying “But isn’t that prat hpwatch one of yours? Reading her blog is about as fun as having a vigorous bout of anal sex with Ann Widdecombe.”

Do I hate HP or its posters? Mais non. I think some of them aren’t too far away from fash, and fash I do not like. But that’s definitely not all of them. Partly I appreciate the wacky joy they bring to my life, as they denounce Quakers, antisemitic pizzas and people who don’t like Nandos as part of the same global genocidal fascist beast, then go on to debate who they’d shag out of Mr Seymour and Oliver Kamm. Partly I don’t like the way they behave to others and the general tenor of the things they come out with and so I think they need a sharp poke in the eye now and again. Partly I always wanted to Watch something. A girl has to have an ambition.

What it’s all about

I like the Internet, it has all that mankind could ever require. Sectarian hatred. Nude people getting it on. Cats doing cute things. YouTube…you know the drill. (Incidentally, my favourite ever YouTube comment was “haha why are asians always dancing”)

Anyway, one day I found a scary site which seems to be run by a cabal of mad Zionists. It’s called Harry’s Place.  Here’s a sample of their madness, wherein they collectively decide that the motto of the Quakers is “Fuck the Yids.” No, I don’t know either. http://www.hurryupharry.org/2009/04/01/the-quakers-betray-george-fox-john-rees-disgraces-the-left/

Now, there are a number of things I approve of here. Mad cabals. Bizarre shouty people. People who model their dress sense on Anton LaVey. John Rees’s goatee. (Zionism, not so much.) However, I shall step up to the plate, Watch it so you don’t have to, and poke fun at the nuttier goings on there.

I hope the sacrifice of my sanity is noted, come the revolution.

Cheers!