The Guardian Newspaper is Dreadful
I am constantly amazed at the stupidity of just about everybody who writes for the Guardian. Here’s one Madeline Bunting:
Over the course of the 20th century, as our technological ingenuity made war ever more brutal
What the hell is she talking about? Has she never heard of the Somme – more than 1 million dead in five months – or Paschendaele?
That was the bit which I found particularly irritating. But the whole thing is full of nonsense.
Among Saturday’s demonstrators were New Labour’s natural allies – fair-minded, decent people, the kind who don’t walk on the other side of the street.
Ridiculous. New Labour people are fair-minded, decent fellows. Not like those dastardly Lib-Dems. Okay, I accept that Tories are bastards.
They were beautifully British – patiently waiting when the march ground to a halt, politely apologetic if they bumped into you, and not overly friendly, the reserve only cracking briefly and occasionally.
Egregious rubbish. Absurd national stereotype.
We can now imagine, in a way that no previous generation has done, the families – just like our own – in a Baghdad suburb whose lives are now hanging in the balance.
The arrogance here is breathtaking. Our generation – I’m not quite sure which generation this would be – has an imaginative sensibility about suffering lacking in previous generations (because of Saving Private Ryan, it turns out). Bollocks.
A tragic end to a good prime minister who was swept to power on a promise that “things will only get better”.
Brilliant prediction! (No doubt whenever Blair decides he wants to step down, the (morally bankrupt) anti-war mob will claim that it was their doing; in which case: brilliant, necessarily true, prediction, Madeline!)
Why does the Guardian print this nonsense? It’s an embarrassment to the Left. I’ll tell you something about their working practices. About six months ago they rang me – could they speak to Julian B. said the voice:
No, he’s not around.
Oh, are you Jerry S?
Well, you’ll do. Would you write something for us about the ethics of this guy who stole money from an enthusiastic cashpoint machine? We need it by tonight.
No I bloody won’t, said I.
They asked without knowing the first thing about me; I’m not a philosopher; I have no training in ethics; I have no interest in cashpoint machines; yet they would have published any old nonsense which I’d have put together. No wonder the Guardian is dreadful.