Britain and Blogs

Britain 

Anyone would think the Old Blighty had put the globe into a state of world peace, cured chronic world hunger, and put a laptop into the arms of every Ethiopian child. Well no, they’ve won a couple of cricket games. You played well England, and we played appallingly. The better team won. If I cared about the Ashes I’m sure I would be devastated. But at the end of the day, Australians are the winners. We are the ones mother nature chooses to bless with sunshine, sunny winters and beautiful beaches. But well done England.

Blog

What to call my blog, I ponder. Play the ball and not the man is a philosophy I always try to maintain when arguing politics, but one that is not always embraced by my opponents. They would rather attack the man than the policy. This is usually due to the fact that their argument has no substance and is just an appeal to emotion.

How do you know if they are left-wing?

The left won’t argue with you. You need to be aware of this. Their idea of a battle of wits is to say “Bush lied!” in front of an adoring audience and be wildly applauded for their courage.

And when they do argue, they jump from one idiotic point to the next so you can never quite catch them out in a lie. It’s like arguing with a 5-year-old. And you will find their retorts will bear no relation to what you said; unless you were, for example, talking about your intelligence, your age, your looks, your morality, your personal obsessions, or whether or not you are a fascist.

So the name of my blog reflects my preference for playing the ball (and not the man) when discussing stuff.