We've been away. Mostly trying to keep the red flag flying at the Grauniad, since we got thrown out by the Beeb.

But we've also (as some may have guessed) been a bit poorly in that time, and maintaining a blog seemed to count among one of life's many irrelevances. Yes, OK, maintaining a blog is on the whole one of life's major irrelevancies when one comes to think about it.

However, maybe the time has come to get back to posting the Squirrel point of view again in less random a fashion than can be done on the various Grauniad CiF threads. (Squirrels do not like dispersing their hoards too broadly. We like to keep track of them.)

Sunday, 4 November 2012

The True Scale of a Disaster

There is a point at which the US media's constant desire to find some kind of  'personal interest' to add to its reports becomes simply absurd:

Irina Vovnoby got her white tennis shoes dirty and wet dropping off a prescription for her mother-in-law.
“I never saw a situation like this,” she said. “This is a disaster.”

[From the New York Times.]
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  1. Ha. The modern day 'opiate for the masses' substitutes American citizens consume always seems just a tad more potent than the stuff the rest of us are provided with.

    American capacity for self-absorbed navel gazing - whilst often remaining blissfully unaware of the world outside 'the homeland' - is nothing short of exceptional.
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    (I don't know what to make of the seemingly growing trend of Americans using 'the homeland' when referring to their country. It's even cropping up in the the CiF Glenn Greenwald threads. It has a slightly fascistic ring to it.)

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High Flyin' Squirrels, or High, Flyin' Squirrels?

I don't know if anyone else has noticed but they do seem to be falling out of their trees onto busy roads rather a lot lately.There were at least six on a two mile stretch of the A628 this morning. And they didn't appear to be squashed.. . .

On the other hand, it's not that long ago that some walkers noticed a bit of a funny whiff in the air as they walked down a lane from the main road.

Police were called in and they found a substantial mound of marijuana plants dumped in a field...

"Wagwan! Rusty, how you goin'?"

"Hey Tufty, look what I've found.
A whole load of shit, man!
Give me a hand and we'll drag a couple of these plants back to the tree.
Wow, we is going to have us a good time!
Man!"

"Wow, like, crazy, man.
We gonna dry it or are we jus' gonna chew it?
It sure do smell good."

"Well I think we ought to test it out y'know.
Make sure it's okay.
Then we can sell it on to the brothers at, like, a few acorns a gram.
Hee hee, we is gonna be two rich squirrels."

(Later....)

"Oh, man, Tuft, this is just soooo gooood."

"Too right,Rustman, this stuff gives you wings.."

"Hey yeah, just like those flyin' squirrels man..."

"Yeah, flying squirrels.... I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky..."

"Yo, man, I'm flyin... hey look at me fly... I'm flyinnnnnn..."

Thwack.

"Aw shit man, it look like you come down to earth with a bump. Watch meeee..."

(Later still.)

"Shame old Tuft and Rusty bought it. Funny how they both fell out of a tree.
Still best get on and clean out their nest.
Hmmm, wonder what this is, smells a bit funny.
Maybe it's one of those exotic herbs, they were into all that stuff, liked to spice up the acorn cutlet.
I'll just take some home and try it out, maybe put some on those old horse chestnuts..."
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