The Angry Exile: Gordon is four stars.

The Hangman

Into our town the Hangman came,
Smelling of gold and blood and flame.
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air,
And built his frame in the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.
And we wondered, whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal, what the crime
That the Hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
And innocent though we were, with dread,
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead --
Till one cried: "Hangman, who is he
For whom you raised the gallows-tree?"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
"He who serves me best," said he,
"Shall earn the rope of the gallows-tree."
And he stepped down, and laid his hand
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another's grief
At the Hangman's hand was our relief
And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn
By tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his Hangman's cloak.
The next day's sun looked mildly down
On roof and street in our quiet town,
And stark and black in the morning air
Was the gallows-tree in the courthouse square.
And the Hangman stood at his usual stand
With the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
And his air so knowing and business-like.
And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done
Yesterday, with the foreign one?"
Then we fell silent, and stood amazed,
"Oh, not for him was the gallows raised."
He laughed a laugh as he looked at us:
"Did you think I'd gone to all this fuss
To hang one man? That's a thing I do
To stretch a rope when the rope is new."
Then one cried "Murder!" and one cried "Shame!"
And into our midst the Hangman came
To that man's place. "Do you hold," said he,
"with him that was meant for the gallows-tree?"
And he laid his hand on that one's arm.
And we shrank back in quick alarm!
And we gave him way, and no one spoke
Out of fear of his Hangman's cloak.
That night we saw with dread surprise
The Hangman's scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute,
The gallows-tree had taken root;
Now as wide, or a little more,
Than the steps that led to the courthouse door,
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
Halfway up on the courthouse wall.
The third he took -- we had all heard tell --
Was a usurer, and an infidel.
"What," said the Hangman "have you to do
With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?"
And we cried out, "Is this one he
Who has served you well and faithfully?"
The Hangman smiled: "It's a clever scheme
to try the strength of the gallows-beam."
The fourth man's dark, accusing song
Had scratched our comfort hard and long;
"And what concern," he gave us back.
"Have you for the doomed -- the doomed and Black?"
The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again,
"Hangman, Hangman, is this the man?"
"It's a trick," he said. "that we hangmen know
For easing the trap when the trap springs slow."
And so we ceased, and asked no more,
As the Hangman tallied his bloody score.
And sun by sun, and night by night,
The gallows grew to monstrous height.
The wings of the scaffold opened wide
Till they covered the square from side to side;
And the monster cross-beam, looking down,
Cast its shadow across the town.
Then through the town the Hangman came,
Through the empty streets, and called my name --
And I looked at the gallows soaring tall,
And thought, "There is no one left at all
For hanging, and so he calls to me
To help pull down the gallows-tree."
So I went out with right good hope
To the Hangman's tree and the Hangman's rope.
He smiled at me as I came down
To the courthouse square through the silent town.
And supple and stretched in his busy hand
Was the yellow twist of the hempen strand.
And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap,
And it sprang down with a ready snap --
And then with a smile of awful command
He laid his hand upon my hand.
"You tricked me. Hangman!," I shouted then,
"That your scaffold was built for other men...
And I no henchman of yours," I cried,
"You lied to me, Hangman. Foully lied!"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
"Lied to you? Tricked you?" he said. "Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true --
The scaffold was raised for none but you.
For who has served me more faithfully
Then you with your coward's hope?" said he,
"And where are the others who might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?"
"Dead," I whispered. And amiably
"Murdered," the Hangman corrected me:
"First the foreigner, then the Jew...
I did no more than you let me do."
Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
None had stood so alone as I.
The Hangman noosed me, and no voice there
Cried "Stop!" for me in the empty square.

Maurice Ogden

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

Gordon is four stars.

As in the newspaper substitute for "cunt" by the sounds of it. I think that's what Clarkson meant by this:

Controversial Top Gear presenter Jeremy Clarkson was in hot water again after he launched a tirade against Gordon Brown in front of the BBC show's live studio audience.
According to those watching, Mr Clarkson was speaking during the not-for-broadcast section of the programme when he referred to the Prime Minister with a four-letter swear word generally considered to be the most offensive in the English language.

Uh-huh. That's code for "cunt" alright.

According to the Guardian, an eyewitness said Clarkson, 49, was talking about government policy and said: "The reason you can't do that is because Gordon Brown is a ----."

Hyphens, asterisks, rows of full stops. So what? We all know what was meant already because "Gordon Brown" is almost code for "cunt" anyway. Don't believe me? Try it out for size - "Some bladdered girl dropped her knickers and got her Gordon Brown out last Friday night." "What the fuck are you doing, you daft Gordon?", "A particularly Browny police Gordonstable pulled me over for no reason on the way to work." and "Some complete Gordon has fucked up the whole Browntry."

The BBC Two Controller, Janice Hadlow, was present when he made the remark on Wednesday night and is said to have confronted him over it afterwards.
According to a BBC spokeswoman, Hadlow holds Clarkson, who presides over the channel's top-rated programme, "in high regard".
She added that Clarkson and Hadlow had a "conversation" but the controller did not ask him to apologise.
"There was a discussion about the programme," the spokeswoman said. "It is certainly not an ongoing issue."

Oh, for fuck's sake. Number 1, why confront him about having an opinion that surprises nobody and can easily be cut from what gets broadcast? Number 2, why even consider asking him to apologize for having an opinion that surprises nobody and can easily be cut from the broadcast? Number 3, we can guess that the discussion was something along the lines of "Jeremy, sorry but that bit where you called Brown a cunt can't possibly go out", "Mmmm, fine, but have you seen a packet of Marlboro around here somewhere?"

However, it may be an issue for the beleaguered Prime Minister, who Mr Clarkson has already had to apologised to for calling him a "one-eyed Scottish idiot" in February.

Not quite. As I recall the apology, such as it was, was only about the one-eyed bit. And what the hell's the problem now? In effect someone expressed an opinion in front of a limited number of others - he'd have known damn well that it would never be broadcast - and the press are jumping up and down. It can't be because it's Gordon Brown, who these days seems about as popular as tinned dog shit even among the left. So why? Because it's howwible fing to say or because it's a vewy wude word? Or because it was a slow news day and, this being in the celeb section, pads things out a bit for The Telegraph?

I'd say Gordon Brown isn't the only cunt involved in this article.

H/T David Davis at the Libertarian Alliance.