What's it all about?

"Political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end."

England produces a unique species of saloon bar philosophers (no women; they never talk about politics, only about sex, tattoos and the latest fashions in body hair).

They sit in the pub pontificating about the state of the nation, the economy, politics, the universe and everything. With each succeeding pint the analysis becomes more perceptive, the wit sharper, and the conclusions more brilliant. The last comment, as they stagger out into the night, is usually ‘If only they would listen to us’.

The SBP doesn’t exist as such elsewhere, maybe because there are no saloon bars. But there are SBPs manqué everywhere, except amongst the political glimmerati.

The two Grumpy Old Men responsible for these observations are natural saloon bar philosophers. They are both exiles; one in Texas the other is one of 78,000 alcoholics clinging to a rock in the middle of the Irish Sea aka the Isle of Man.

Both are International Development Consultants, so many of these despatches originate in far flung corners of the ‘developing’ world (now, there’s an oxymoron for you). Our man in Texas is a political scientist, rancher, and entrepreneur. The other is a lawyer by trade, a profession mid-way in public esteem between a politician and a brothel keeper.

They have chosen not to identify which of them wrote which missive. But here’s a clue.

One of them can’t spell.

You can source the quotations yourself.

These blogs are taken from a latest batch of about 1000 e-mails that have bobbed to and fro across the Atlantic over the last six years, amounting to about 1 million words on ‘the situation’ as seen by the ordinary joe. So there is plenty more to come.

And remember, folks, that the only class enemy is the political class.