Lynton Crosby’s staff deleted valid criticism from Wikipedia

uppitymonkey:

Have to reblog this. For one, to show the truth. For two, to show what people do in order to hide it. Fortunately for us, they seem to be pretty poor at it.

Originally posted on Politics and Insights - kittysjones :

The Conservative election guru’s staff engaged in an ‘edit-war’ to delete details of his links with the tobacco industry and his election strategies from Wikipedia.

A Channel 4 News investigation has found that substantial sections were removed from the Wikipedia page of Lynton Crosby, an Australian political strategist, by staff at the Crosby Textor consultancy firm that he co-founded.

On 15 July last year, accounts linked to Crosby Textor staff deleted multiple times sections on the controversy when the Conservative party dropped its policy for plain cigarette packaging.

The policy on cigarette packs has been revived after a review, but at the time the press linked the policy being dropped to Crosby Textor representing the tobacco giant Philip Morris.

The deleted section includes a call by a Liberal Democrat MP for Lynton Crosby to be sacked.

Wikipedia editors reverted the changes, leading the Crosby Textor linked-staff to again make the…

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A Little Trip to the NHS

I haven’t had time to write this up and I don’t have much now so I’ll keep this brief. But I wanted to say something about an event from last week. It deserves a mention.

So one evening my wife complained of having asthma issues. Her puffer had no effect – in fact, things got worse – and soon she was struggling to breathe while complaining that her arms and legs were getting tingly. A phone call was made and we soon had a paramedic out. Her name was Julie and she was incredibly friendly. A large part of her time was spent reassuring my wife. She did various tests but she managed to calm my wife down, tell her things were working well, and soon she was breathing a lot better.

Yet an ambulance was called out. My wife wanted one. She still had a pain in her chest and, with her medical history as well as that of her family’s, it was worrying her a lot. We could all see that she wasn’t going to totally relax until she knew what was wrong. As the ambulance pulled up, Julie remarked: “I hope they’re nice.” Clearly she was concerned that this had been called out to a woman who was now chatting away, despite the fact she could barely talk when Julie had arrived.

The two ambulance men were very nice as well. One did most of the talking, asking my wife a lot of questions about her health and what happens in the US (where she is from). He was a funny bloke who sat in the back with us on the way to the hospital and explained a lot of issues my wife had suffered earlier, such as the limbs getting tingly due to her taking in too much oxygen by breathing fast. The other man was quieter with a dry sense of humour that amused us.

Once at the hospital, we were seen right away. Admittedly, it was just after midnight on a week night, so things were quiet, but it was still great to be spoken to by a doctor almost instantly after getting settled. He asked a number of questions and listened as my wife explained her issues and medical history once again. Then came more tests, carried out by a highly amiable male nurse who was giving the thumbs up and saying cool throughout our time there.

Speaking of which, our time there was brief. We were warned we could be there a few hours minimum, but after tests and x-rays she was allowed to leave. It had taken about two hours. Not that she didn’t have a problem though. The pain in her chest was an inflammation, pressing against her ribs. She had been given certain medicine soon after the doctor first spoke to us but the pain had persisted, so we were given a strong painkiller to take home. She was instructed by the doctor to take it, get rest and it will get better. Why it had become inflamed was unknown, it was just one of those things that can happen. Rest and it will heal.

The staff at the hospital were fantastic. Kind, chatty, helpful, informative, professional. In the end, we joked about how the whole thing had been a fun trip. But it hadn’t started out that way. My wife had been rasping for breath at one point. Even later on, when she was better and talking, the pain persisted and she would never have calmed down without knowing why this pain was there. Going to the hospital solved that.

As I mentioned earlier, my wife is American. She is also low income. She was astonished by the treatment of the NHS. Let’s put aside the cost for now, as that’s an obvious one. But she loved being talked to rather than talked at and being treated rather than shipped about. She had trouble explaining to the NHS staff that in the US she gets tested and given medicine and then ushered out. So she struggled to answer some of their questions. In the US, she has been messed about, let down and left reeling by the doctors she has dealt with. She also openly despises the system where a change in insurance means a change of doctor. My family has had the same one for years. But when we were leaving the hospital, she was asked to fill out a small form to reveal how she had felt about the hospital. She gave it glowing marks and wrote that it was ‘the best hospital ever!!’ My wife is prone to exaggeration, I admit, but from her view she wasn’t kidding.

I don’t go to the doctor much, let alone a hospital. I think the last few times I have been to one it has been to visit someone else. But seeing someone I care about being treated, made better, truly looked after, and her reaction as she realised that this would cost me £8 for the medicine, made me appreciate the NHS so much more than usual. My dad is a big supporter of it and often moans about the way it is portrayed in the media. He isn’t wrong. But that night, I saw first-hand how well it can go, with friendly, helpful staff, and the low cost. Obviously, this isn’t a blanket statement about the entirety of the NHS. I know it has issues. But I saw what it can be. How important it is to us. How it needs to be supported more. The NHS isn’t there to be profitable. It is there for people who need it and who would struggle to pay the savage costs of private care.

That night, I was proud of it. My American wife was in awe of it. I think that speaks volumes.

Lughnasadh

uppitymonkey:

I got married yesterday and my wife loves the pagan rituals and the celebration of Lammas. So I wanted to reblog this to show her later on, and again in the later future.

Originally posted on juxtaposed:

Lammas
Lament and Desire
Assemble
For the blessings of the sinking Sun
The sacrifices undergone
The victories won
By fire and fire
The reaping come
And the feasting of the first fruition
Gather in
The lessons
And the growth created
Celebrate
Thy Will be done
And store
For darker, colder times
As nourishment and contemplative fuel
That will initiate renewal
To thine own Kingdom, Come

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True Advertising

So the slogan for one advert runs as ‘Should have gone to Specsavers’.

I can now declare that this is something I will say, genuinely, to anyone I meet who has issues with their glasses. Especially in getting new ones.

My fiancée had broken her glasses on her trip over to the UK from the US. We asked at the local opticians about getting them fixed. This could not be done. In particular, we needed her prescription. Getting new glasses has always been a costly hassle for her. We failed to get her prescription as they sent it to the wrong email address and then the person was on holiday. Or something. Basically, nothing got done.

We went to Specsavers. They booked an appointment for us and explained on how to get an eye test for only £5, bypassing having to deal with her usual opticians. So we went back and everything was quick and cheap and easy. I mean quick, too. The test took about 20 minutes, yet was thorough, and the glasses (two pairs) took two hours to make. My fiancée was able to get some new glasses as well as prescription sunglasses so she could walk around in the bright sunshine and see properly for the first time in her life.

I paid for it all and she was very happy.

So, I have to admit, the friendly people there, the fast work that has turned out so well (the glasses are helping her so much) and the costs have left me highly impressed.

I am a bit suspicious of new things and wary of the quick and easy option. I am against big companies, swallowing everything else up, and doubt that anything good will come of commercial behemoths that spew out production lines of goods. I value the smaller crafts and enjoy looking round in specialist stores.

But in this case I was pleasantly surprised and honestly impressed. I’m not going to sell them to anyone. They have their own advertising for that. But I have to tip my hat and say, well played, big company. I am glad we came to you.

8 powerful reasons why Butler-Sloss cannot head the VIP child abuse inquiry

uppitymonkey:

Have to reblog this because I think these are very strong reasons concerning a highly important role and what the consequences could be.

Originally posted on Pride's Purge:

(not satire)

Here are 8 extremely compelling reasons why Baroness Butler-Sloss should stand down as head of the inquiry into allegations of child abuse by politicians and other powerful figures:

1) Child abuse survivors say Butler-Sloss is the wrong person for the job.

2) Prominent campaigners also say Butler-Sloss is the wrong person for the job.

3) Butler-Sloss would have to investigate her own brother who has been accused of covering up the identities of VIP paedophiles.

4) As a member of the House of Lords, Butler-Sloss is too much an entrenched part of the same establishment she would have to be investigating.

5) Butler-Sloss has herself been accused of trying to hide the identities of church leaders accused of child abuse.

6) Butler-Sloss has openly stated she believes leaders and heads of state should have “sovereign immunity” in the courts.

7) At 81, Butler-Sloss is simply too old to carry out…

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I Am Legend Audio

In 2007, the BBC aired a reading of I Am Legend. The book, of course. They are currently replaying it. The second episode aired last night. Not sure how many there are.

I have heard of the book and how different it was from the movie of the same name not so long ago. I have also seen the film, the Last Man on Earth, starring Vincent Price, which is much more closer to it. I really like that movie – the newer one not so much – and what I heard of the book impressed me.

Listening to it, I am glad to say it matches my expectation. The reading by Angus McInnes (don’t know him, but has a good, clear American voice) is well done, putting a strong amount of emotion into it without overacting. The story of Neville, a simple man trying to survive against vampire besiegers and loneliness, is compelling work. I do like that he is just some bloke too. It feels more everyman. It feels about going against creating some kind of superman survivor – someone special to be in awe of and hoping he can bring hope to a new world. This is just some man, getting by, having learned hard lessons, and being motivated by hatred of these creatures.

So if you can listen to this at all, I highly recommend it. If not, watch the movie, the Last Man on Earth. The later movie, and also the Omega Man starring Charlton Heston, aren’t bad, but I don’t think either really delves into the mind of a single survivor and the madness that eats at being alone in the world.

He’s Spartacus!

So, I have to admit something. I really like Spartacus. The show. Yeah, that one. The one with the big blokes screaming and swearing and cutting up Romans in slow motion.

Partly I love this show because it is so daft, so overthetop. The dialogue is atrocious. I’ve never understood why they decided the characters should talk like this. It is as if a fifteen-year-old is trying to write Shakespearean. I mean I remember when I was young and asking my mum about how people spoke in medieval times. But this stuff is just ridiculous. Even if it were how they spoke, it just sounds daft. “Clear mind of anger before enemy gain advantage.” “We must strive to free self from beneath heel.” Their heel! Just say it. Just say a normal sentence!

But the dialogue is entertaining. Especially because they keep talking about cocks. If they aren’t showing them in this show, they talk about them. They also love to talk about ramming cocks into arses. They do that a lot too.

The action is turned up to eleven. Maybe further. Lots of blood gushing. Heads and arms coming off. People being impaled. It is gory and wild and almost silly.

So okay, here’s where it really works. The action is pretty good. I have sat watching an episode at times waiting for something to happen, but when it did, I was never disappointed. Fights are well choreographed. I especially enjoyed the way they depicted gladiator fights in the first series by showing the view from those within a helm or close ups of them sweating and grimacing behind a metal mask.

Another thing I like is how basic the plot is. We all know the story of Spartacus. Yet they have thrown in their own subplots and these are equally as straightforward. Crixus has a woman he loves and later seeks her. Romans plot and scheme, with houses feuding and ambition burning. People hate and they bond and they betray and they plot and they kill and they support each other. It is all very basic and very understandable, with often near primal desires being acted upon. You know what is going on in this show. More to the point, you understand why characters want what they want and why they will strive so hard to seek it.

Characters are a strong point in this show too. Spartacus was more interesting in the first series, since then he has become the noble rebel leader. I guess it had to be. But others have enough about them to carry the burden. His relationship with Crixus has always been a strong part of the show – fierce rivals, then friends and brothers in revolution, yet they still argue a lot. Crixus is suspicious yet loyal, blunt yet not stupid. Gannicus is all laughs and smiles and twirling two swords, but you can tell he is slowly feeling the cause and will likely end up a hero. Other big brutes surround Spartacus, I often forget their names, and they have their moments, if not many. The show at least presents a fractured army, with Gauls and Thracians and Saxons bickering. You get more of a feel for the character of the slave army this way. The Romans are fairly simplistic, lots of scheming and demanding things for the Good of Rome! Mind you, I am loving Crassus in this one. The actor is really good but they have made him very clear in a short amount of time – he is ambitious, ruthless, far more clever than most and he understands, even admires, Spartacus. He is not the simple baddie we have had in the past.

But you know what I really like about Spartacus? It is satisfying to watch. They give you bad guys who are weasels and you wish to see them get their comeuppance. Trust me, they get it. Swords thrust down mouths (oo er, missus!) or beheadings and more. They see everything they tried to gain taken from them and then are struck down. One got flattened by a flaming boulder. Oh that smug sod really deserved that one.

I love Game of Thrones too, but I find it far less satisfying to watch. People I want to see ripped apart for their betrayals or skullduggery are soon characters I just cease to care about as they continue to exist for whatever reason there is. I want to see justice done while I’m still mad about it. Soon that passes as matters develop. New betrayals take over. Villains stub their toes and die of infection rather than any real poetic retribution. I find myself wondering if I should bother to get worked up about these things any more. Of course, a sane person would say there was never a reason to get worked up about fictional characters, but hey, fuck sanity.

If Joffrey had been in Spartacus, that little shit would have had a spear shoved up him and he’d have been spun round till he squealed.

Maybe that’s the strength of Game of Thrones. It denies us what we want so we keep seeking it. But then again Spartacus pays up and I find myself enjoying it more. The sex scenes are so funny sometimes. People get so worked up about shows with sex and violence in them. Spartacus has orgies that end in massacres. Everything is turned up to eleven. Once you get that, once you understand this show is just a wild ride, you can enjoy it. The dialogue makes me chuckle. The action has genuinely made me laugh and cheer. But most of all, I give a damn about the characters and want to see them get what they deserve. Not least because they often do.

Oh, and one last thing. Fair play to this show for not just having homosexual relationships but full on displaying them. Men kiss and fuck with the same passion as men and women, and women and women too, although that is less surprising. This show knows what gets young men watching; women getting it on with each other is an obvious trick. But there are men having sex and men in love. There are plenty of cock shots too. To be fair to this show, it is fairly even handed in displaying both genders sexually. But it is genuinely pleasing (and I say this as a straight man) to see men being shown as passionate lovers with each other. Too often a show is keen to have women bare all while anything male is only hinted at with maybe a quick kiss.

So yeah, Spartacus the tv show is full of stylised, almost silly violence and elaborate sex scenes, but it is wild and primal and entertaining. Oh, and a lot more characters of note are killed off. As I watch through the third and final series, knowing how things ended for the rebellion, I find myself excited to see how this will end.

Okay, one last last note: as I’ve been writing this, I’m watching the fourth episode of Spartacus: War of the Damned. I’ve just seen Roman soldiers beaten to death by their own men as punishment for retreating in an earlier fight. This is the infamous decimation. At the same time, the gladiators and slaves have had enough and just slaughtered all the Roman citizens they had taken prisoner when they captured this city they are now in. Again, this show holds nothing back. I just watched this likable young man be pummelled to death. It really gave a feel for what this would have been like for Roman soldiers. The rampage in the city is well done also. You see our usual heroes behave like savages. We are seeing that not all is so clear cut as slaves = good and Romans = bad. Oh, and the look on Crassus’s face as he watches his son kill his best friend was, well… Like I said earlier, I’m loving this character and the actor. He is portraying a superb mixture of cold ruthlessness with deeper humanity. He feels for his son even as he knows this must be done.

Anyway, that really is the end now. Back to the show!