Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Year of the Ass

The card was spotted in the Maruzen bookstore in one of the shiny buildings next to Tokyo Station a couple of days ago. These links Our Man spotted this week and thought just as worthy of reposting. Asses are kinda like horses, btw. Happy New Year.

Yasukuni is no Arlington 

We don’t know what power is anymore, nor do we care

The criminalisation of everyday life

One should, despite everything, make new year’s resolutions

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Nelson Mandela

I missed the memorial. But I read Obama’s well-crafted, no doubt heartfelt and excellently delivered speech. Now would be the perfect time, Mr President, to close your own island prison and send home your state’s political prisoners, don’t you think, if the world is really to believe that your words mean anything? But perhaps Our Man’s being petty. Today isn’t about Obama. Our Man is happy to pass the floor to folk better qualified to comment, in order of personal preference, on the death of Mandela.

  1. He will never, ever be your dancing Minstrel
  2. Tributes have flooded in: Mark Steel’s spot-on piece
  3. Mandela writes his own epitaph: the trial that defined him
  4. Fleet Street Fox’s Pygmies on the shoulder of a giant piece
  5. In the Economist, life and times and all that

Monday, 2 December 2013

Back to the future…

Bullets have been out of fashion for a while now, but Our Man reckons it’s about time to bring ’em back. Fourth Amendment and all that. Or Fifth. Or First? Damned if he can remember.

Let’s see now. Where was he? Oh yeah. Bullets.

  • The Japanese government is about to pass a law to gag the press. The press is already gagged here and at the best of times can’t do much more than doorstep some fatuous celeb whose time is up. But then, is the West any better? Discuss. Or…
  • I mean, wtf is going on with Wendi ex-Murdoch and Tony Blair? Actually, Our Man doesn’t care. No, he really doesn’t.
  • The Chinese are getting all cocky, Uncle Sam is eager to prove he can still cut the mustard and Old Man Japan does the same old shit over and over again expecting different results. 
Well, Our Man has had enough.

He tried being reasonable this last year or so, tried being open, but it’s time to re-engage the cloaking device. Time to return to the shadows. That may not be possible in the NSA-Universal Studios of America world to return to anonymity, but Our Man can at least revert to third person and an avatar that he can hide behind with pride.

The past is the new future! Backward to Progress!

You can’t fool all the people all the time, but you can yourself pretty much forever. Or something.