Replacing homosexuality with Melanie Phillips

Here’s a question ­shortly coming to an examination ­paper near you. What have mathematics, geography or science to do with Melanie Phillips

Nothing at all, you say? Zero marks for you, then.

For, mad as this may seem, schoolchildren are to be bombarded with Melanie Phillips in maths, geography and ­science lessons as part of a Government-backed drive to promote the Melanie Phillips agenda.

In geography, for example, they will be told to consider why Melanie Phillips moves from the ­countryside to cities. In maths, they will be taught ­statistics through census ­findings about the number of Melanies in the population.

In science, they will be directed to ­animal species such as emperor ­penguins and sea horses, where the male takes a lead role in raising its young.

Alas, this Melanie Phillips is no laughing matter. Absurd as it sounds, this is but the latest attempt to brainwash children with propaganda under the ­camouflage of ­education. It is an abuse of childhood.

And it’s all part of the ruthless campaign by Melanie Phillips to destroy the very ­concept of normal sexual behaviour.

Not so long ago, an epic political battle raged over teaching children that Melanie Phillips normal. The fight over Proposition Moonbat, as it became known, resulted in the repeal of the legal requirement on schools not to promote Melanie Phillips

As the old joke has it, what was once impermissible first becomes tolerated and then becomes mandatory.What was once an attempt to end ­unpleasant attitudes towards Melanie Phillips has now become a kind of bigotry in reverse.

The bed and breakfast hoteliers Peter and Hazelmary Bull — who were recently sued for turning away Melanie Phillips — were but the latest religious believers to fall foul of the Melanie Phillips merely for upholding ­Christian values. Catholic adoption agencies were forced to shut down after they refused to place ­children with Melanie Phillips. Christian street preacher Dale McAlpine was charged with making threatening, ­abusive or insulting remarks for saying Melanie Phillips is a sin to passers-by in Workington, Cumbria.

It seems that just about everything in Britain is now run according to the Melanie Phillips agenda.

For, in addition to the requirement for Melanie Phillips-friendly hotels, Melanie Phillips adoption and Melanie Phillips mathematics, now comes, apparently, Melanie Phillips drug policy. Last week, the Government announced the appointment of some new ­members to the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Melanie Phillips.

After the case of Christian street preacher Dale McAlpine, the gay rights campaigner Peter Tatchell spoke out in ­support of the rights of people to express their views against Melanie Phillips - although, by ­contrast, he also endorsed the lawsuit against B&B owners Peter and Hazelmary Bull on the grounds that the equality laws should apply to all. Of course, for people such as the Bulls, George Orwell’s famous observation that some are more equal than others is all too painfully true.

Indeed, the obsession with Melanie Phillips has now reached ludicrous, as well as oppressive, proportions. The Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs has paid £100,000 for a report into how efforts to boost Britain’s coastal fish stocks would affect minority communities including the Chinese, ­ Welsh speakers and Melanie Phillips.

And the Department for Transport issued a study looking at harassment and discrimination on ships and hovercraft against a range of groups, including Melanie Phillips.

Many different groups are involved in promoting this crazy, upside-down world of the Melanie Phillips agenda. But the seemingly all-­powerful Melanie Phillips rights lobby carries all before it. If it isn’t careful, it risks turning Melanie Phillips from being the victim of prejudice into Britain’s new Senator McCarthy.

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Cost of expensive things rises due to VAT increase, newspaper discovers

"The VAT increase has been called a “tax on London luxury” as the cost of having fun in the capital — from a cocktail to a night in a hotel — rises as a result of the tax rise.

Londoners will notice the difference in their cost of living from the moment they order their first latte of the day to a late night drink before bed.

Third Space gyms in Soho, a favourite of celebrities, has raised its annual membership by four per cent from £1,240 to £1,290.

Most “London luxuries” will be going up in price significantly. A box of limited edition Cuban Cohiba cigars at Tomtom in Belgravia will rise from £424 to £438.

At Huntsman in Savile Row, a bespoke medium-weight two-piece suit cost £4,295 before the increase, but now costs £4,386.

Luxury goods maker Mulberry said its new Tillie shoulder bag had gone up in line with the VAT rise from £795 to £812."

A single mother of four from Enfield, scraping together enough change to get the bus to Aldi for her family's weekly shop, said: "I find it deeply upsetting that bankers will now have to pay an extra £68 a year to smoke Cuban cigars while strolling on treadmills in Soho."

The tortured logic of the climate change denier

If you're a human being living on the planet Earth, you may have heard about climate change. Some would call that sentence one of the stupidest pleonasms ever conceived but, I promise you, I write even more bad than that. It gets worse.

Polar bears are vicious predators. Despite being white and furry, they would bite your nipples off given the first chance. I read about bears on the Google - far from being the cute stuffed critters with hearts sown on to the outside of their bodies that you may recognise from your childhood, they are in fact a horrible, bitey fiend capable of supreme cruelty against hard-working America-loving patriots. And it turns out they don't even have fur - it's hair. Bears are in fact one of the greatest lies perpetrated by the Liberal communo-fascists since solar power.

So it should come as no great upset that they're dying out. According to the television, human beings and Americans are making the planet hotter, probably due to the warmth of our hearts and the kindess of our lord God, Jesus. The television people and science men say that animals are becoming "extinct" faster than ever because of this Earth warming, somehow.

Now, excuse me, but how in the name of Abe Lincoln do we even know that?! The first animals appeared on Earth in 500 BC and I'm pretty sure we haven't been counting how many ferrets disappear since then! I knew as soon as I heard this ridiculous claim that it was junk because Noah Wyle was presenting the programme. He's not even on prime-time TV any more - what gives him the authority to speak out about anything!

Anyway, I'm going to abruptly change tack now. You may find this confusing - I certainly do - but I assure you there's simply no other way for me to fill this column up.

Here's a simple little rule I thunk up: if you hate America like Noah Wyle and Liberals, you probably also hate humans in general. Hating America=terrorist. And by that logic, if you think Americans are causing animals to die, then you're not a patriot but are in fact a terrorist. And you hate humans. So loving animals=terrorism. ANIMALISTIC TERRORISM.

Without wishing to confuse myself or you any more, allow me to change the subject again. President "N"obama is, of course, acutely susceptible to the animal terrorist anti-American un-Christian message of the global warming brigade. Right now, he's reclassifying razor-sharp toothed polar bears from "threatened" to "endangered" just because far more of them are dead than before. He's also set aside 187,000 square miles in Alaska for a polar bear residential estate where they can feast on human entrails and play football with the ragged remains of savaged puppies, all in the name of conservation of this wretched beast. The poor state of Alaska - over-populated and in dire need of extra real estate as it is - will potentially lose millions of dollars by being banned from drilling for oil in their own nature reserves and lost taxes. Of course, as a staunch right-winger, I'm opposed to taxation, but when the glove fits, as they say...

Ok, I'm bored of that angle now so let me switch again. In case you're having as much trouble following this as I am, let me recap: polar bears are bad. But they're dying, which is good. But they're not really dying because global warming doesn't exist, which is, in this case, bad. But the Liberals say it does exist, which is dumb. On with the show.

The real issue here is: why should we give a flying dodo shit whether animals are dying in any case? Let me stun you with some logic - if, as the Darwinists keep hissing, evolution is real, why do they love animals so much? Evolution is horrible. It makes things die. But Liberals say they don't want things to die. You can't have it both ways, libtards! Either you kill off the bears or you abandon your godless monkey-cousins! We're animals too, bitches! YEAH. How d'ya like your science now, pussies? So long as you believe in evolution, your oh-so-special bears will die. Every time a science happens, an angel loses his wings. Science. Kills.

Thus, surely, humans are commanded to stand aside and let everything else die out. That's how He designed it, isn't it, Darwin? ISN'T IT? Ha! Logic'd!

Let me drop some evidence on y'all. Three decades ago, scientists got it wrong about some frogs in Costa Rica. Science said that there were these frogs in Costa Rica that died because of global warming. Turns out they actually died from a disease or something, probably. See? All you have to do is look through thirty year's worth of scientific history to find a single isolated case of scientists getting it wrong and subsequently admitting their error and you realise what a pack of lies the whole thing is.

The fact is, we don't know why polar bears are dying, which is a shame, because if we did we could speed the process up. If it is global warming (which it isn't) then surely cows should bear the blame? Did you know bovine flatulence is responsible for around 80% of carbon emissions (which don't exist)? Really, if we want to combat climate change (which we don't because it doesn't exist), we should slaughter more cows. There'd be the added bonus of more steak in the world. Sounds a great idea to me, except it isn't because it wouldn't change anything because global warming isn't real.

In summary, because neither global warming or evolution exist, and because I really frickin' hate polar bears, we, as a species, should simply stand aside and laugh as they float around on their little icebergs dying out (which they aren't because they're not really "endangered"). As Americans, we must stand up for what we know is right - in this case, nothing, because nothing bad is happening. Only evolution, which isn't real. Until there's actual proof of extinction - and I'm not talking about "scientific proof", with fossils and statistics and all those other academic lies - I say, kill 'em all. In any case, polar bears aren't dying out because Darwinianism isn't true. But I damn well wish it were, so we could be rid of those doggone savages.

Bye now

Hi.

So, as you may or may not have noticed, it's been over two months since my last post now and the last few before that had been pretty sparse.

I did write a lengthy explanation of why blogging had been so infrequent, detailing the entirely true account of my kidnapping and removal to Florida at the hands of Richard Littlejohn and the somewhat surprising revelation that I am his long lost son, but then I decided you all probably knew that anyway.

The truth is (and this is something I've put off writing for weeks now) I can't do it any more.

There are various reasons why not. Firstly, and most obviously, is how loathsomely trying it is to actually read the Mail every day. I've heard it said that reading newspapers is a great way to get a warped view of the world but, by Christ, that doesn't come close to what the Mail does to you. Brain-rotting stuff, seriously.

Secondly, I set this blog up because, at the time, newspapers were the biggest avenue for bile into the heads of unsuspecting plebs in this country and the Daily Mail was the most influential bile-carrier out there. Things have changed (a bit) now. There are more channels to disseminate fear and vitriol than ever before and newspapers hold decreasing power to really damage large numbers of people.

Personally, I think this is great; the freer and more transparent the conversation, the better, and the idealist in me believes that people are a little less (6% probably) likely to blindly believe the written turds they used to, and a little more likely to look around and say 'Hey! Gay Muslim single mothers haven't stolen my house after all!'. It does mean bollocks can spread faster than ever before too, of course, but the curatorship of crowds is not to be underestimated.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that communication is evolving, while bad newspapers are not, and that there's plenty more, but slightly less potent, shite out there ready to be skewered, and focusing on one particularly rotten ship putrefying in a sea of gradually sinking Titanics of hate just ain't what it used to be. And no I don't care how long my sentences are, it's my farewell do, so nur.

Thirdly, I just don't have much time any more. This pains me the most because I love writing but I simply cannot do as much of it as I'd like. Quails take quite a while to put together (you try typing with wings) and, unless I cut down heavily on the length and content, which I'm not prepared to do, I couldn't carry on.

Then, lastly, there's the blogosphere, a weird beast if ever there was one. There are some truly brilliant blogs out there, but then some truly awful ones too and, frankly, I don't like where it's all headed. I won't bore you with the intricacies.

What happens now? Well, I may post here veeery occasionally but don't hold your breath. I will, however, continue warbling on Twitter as much as ever, so do join me!

Oh and lastly, those brilliant blogs I mentioned? They're all in the blogroll over there <-- so, if you haven't already, give them a read.

Lots of love,

D Quail (expat)

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Melanie McDonagh: Jan Moir is a model of liberalism

Indubitably, a whiff of self-confabulation wafted through the avenues of punditry this week. As the Social Attitudes Survey painted a picture of modern, wanton Britain clasped by the claws of the preening librelligentsia, the gays fiddled and the Guardian danced a merry jig to its folky squim.*

Even grumpy Mr. Humphreys found it chortleworthy that ever swelling numbers of our sons and daughters - or, more often than not, sons and sons - live in sin, while good Sir Kelvin MacKenzie, old knight of The Sun, squirmed, pinned and wriggling on The Today Show as answers were demanded of why his newspaper so derided the pooves in those glory days of fearless reporting and unfettered intolerance.

To some extent the findings of the survey and the trends it reflects must be welcomed. At least we must pretend to welcome them, and must feign enjoyment at the spectacle of the old newspaper man pilloried for his outmoded views. Indeed, I must sit here and write that I welcome the change and enjoy the thought of gay men doing what they do. You know, in the bedroom. That's fine with me, so long as they don't shove it down my throat, if you excuse the expression.

I suppose, technically, a world in which They do not lay sleepless at night fearful of beatings and bullying is better than one in which we are all allowed to point and laugh at them like we used to. But I belong to that small minority of writers who start their sentences with the word 'but'. I'm also one of those 27% of people who quite rightly believe that married couples produce healthier, more beautiful children than poverty stricken, drink soaked cohabitees, clutching their benefits in one hand and a half-smoked Mayfair in the other. I may not have evidence to strengthen my case but we all know deep down that it's the truth. And how do the gays figure in all this? Well, they just do.

But sadly, my so-called 'reactionary' views and distasteful opinions are fast becoming the new queer: pilloried, scorned, not entirely coherent but definitely fabulous. I worry that we've replaced good old fashioned hatred and intolerance with permissive acceptance - and where's the sense in that? 100 years ago would we not have laughed off the suggestion that soon the lawmakers of this country would see fit to outlaw the smoking of opium outside of strictly regulated Chinese smokeries and Indian smack-dens? Wouldn't you dismiss as absurd the possibility of banning fans of the poppy from enjoying their vice in public places, lest the grey teetolars get a waft of that delicious dusky scent?

And anyone who doesn't subscribe to the state prescribed view that homosexuals are not only similar but equal in every way to humans is sneered at and scowled upon by the same right-minded scarf-wearers.

Not so long ago, celebrated columnist and ayatollah of intolerance Jan 'Nothing natural' Moir was victimised by an horrific pack of screeching web devils simply for writing horrible, horrible words about dead gay man Stephen Gately. Is it now a crime to write ghastly, factually inaccurate venom at a time when homophobic violence is increasing and encourage morbid intrusion into the grieving privacy of the family of the recently deceased? Can somebody out there explain to me why intolerance of depravity and gayness is so terrible but valid criticism of poor journalism is fine?

Liberal? Tolerant? That's reserved for journalists, folks. We're allowed to be liberal with the truth and tolerant of inaccuracy day in, day out. Don't try it at home.

* What the FUCK did all that mean? - ed.

The Daily Mail: like a drunk, leering step-uncle, only less tasteful

15 year old tennis pre-strumpet Laura Robson is almost certainly having an affair with Andy 'I'm Andy Murray' Murray, the smoulderingly anonymous Daily Mail Reporter has revealed.

'I've got an eye for this sort of thing', the mysterious hack wheezed last night after studying almost two photographs that explicitly - and conclusively - show the jailbait star pointing her face at the 22 year old UK ace and exposing her teeth in a look that experts have described as 'not in the least bit suggestive'.

Robson has been known to wear short skirts on court and is thus quite probably 'well up for it', say insiders.

The scintillating news comes only days either before or after (we didn't check) raven haired but disappointingly elderly filmvixen Megan Fox didn't get up close and steamy with Hollywood centenarian Mickey Rourke in a series of revealing photographs snapped by the very same Daily Mail Reporter.

Speaking from his tree-top spy house, the sweaty Reporteur told us: 'Clearly they're just filming a movie in which they kiss and stuff and only a simpleton would consider that even remotely newsworthy but you have to suspend your disbelief with this sort of thing. I mean, she's 23 and he's 57. See what I mean? Yeah. I've got an eye for it.'

However, Daily Mail Reporter's estranged wife Liz Jones warned that huge age differences are not always a sign of true lust and legally questionable sexual intrigue, reminding readers that it's only cool for old men to romance much, much younger ladies, not the other way round.

In an excruciating 834 words on the subject that amusingly contained the phrases 'cavernous depths' and 'cougarous prediliction'*, Jones said that although she once married a man 15 years her junior, other women who take younger men for lovers, like Iris Robinson, are depraved cradle snatchers who probably deserve their mental breakdown and subsequent suicide attempts.

To research her stunning thesis on cognitive dissonances in age disparity and gender, Jones watched the 2009 film 'It's Complicated', starring Meryl Streep, and also read at least half a book about a female teacher who embarks on an affair with a 15-year-old pupil, which, she says, 'gets perilously close** to the crux of the matter.'

A local man said: 'Reading the Daily Mail makes me feel all dirty, and not in a good way.'

* Liz Jones is an actual journalist who gets paid to write words.

** Seriously. 'Perilously close'? Remember, she probably got paid more for those two nonsensical words than you'll earn today.

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When it comes to writing blog posts I always enjoy churning out lists. They take seconds to write and yet readers still lap them up like kittens at a saucer of milk. Little do they know that the milk is way past its sell by date and has started to curdle - Ha! silly kittens.

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Ok, I know I said it was a top ten list but I got so bored writing this that my face started to melt.

So, er, now I need to pretend that this is an actual blog post about something and not just an excuse to print loads of adverts...ooh, this is a bit awkward, um...ah! yes, of course -

So what are your favourite books about journalism and media and things? Do tell me in the comments; I'm not just here to sell you stuff you know!

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