Thought Vomit #174: ft. Buzz Aldrin

I was watching In The Shadow Of The Moon the other night, and it made me grin throughout. The NASA footage of the Apollo 11 launch was breathtaking. And towards the end, the Apollo-nauts began to talk about how their trips to the moon had given them a uniquely planetary outlook in their lives.

It reminded me of a scene I wrote for a BBC Radio pilot:

EM

World leaders are not chosen by public votes, they are predetermined by shadowy men in darkened rooms.

DEAN

Ah, you refer to the Bildeberg Group theories of extremists?

EM

No, I refer to the fact the World is run by Buzz Aldrin.

DEAN

Oh come on, Buzz Aldrin runs the world?

EM

He did this year. The Apollo 11 crew take it in turns to run the planet. Buzz and Neil are allowed to run it for two years at a time. Michael Collins is only allowed to run it on a single year basis.

DEAN

(sighs)

And why is that?

EM

He’s a moron. Michael Collins is single handedly responsible for Vietnam, Aristotle Onassis and Reality Television. Armstrong on the other wrist can take credit for Perestroika, the collapse of the Berlin Wall and Teresa May.

DEAN

(vague)

I see. And what has Buzz Aldrin contributed?

EM

Feminism.

DEAN

(challenging)

Ok then sir, who decided that these

(scoffs the word)

“astronauts” could run the world?

EM

They did. When they splashed down, they immediately demanded an audience with Nixon. During a heated argument in the Oval Office, the I Am Not A Crook’d One made a critical error, and accidentally handed them power. The triumvirate of moon walkers asked for the reigns. Nixon asked why they deserved it. They replied, they’d walked on the moon. Nixon was flummoxed and relented. In a rage he ordered the Watergate break in. Astronauts bought down Nixon in more ways than one.

Moon

Mooooon.

I actually quite like the idea of the Moonwalkers being allowed to run the planet, even if they are privileged white guys, because I think they would have had a broader socio-political spectrum than most parochial leaders.

I’m probably wrong though.

Thought Vomit #170: ft. The Tweet Heard Around The World

When Obama tweeted a picture of himself and MIchelle hugging, adding the caption “Four More Years”, it became the most retweeted thing in history. I suppose, if nothing else, it shows how important the US election was to all of us non-Americans.

The result prompted me to write something on Twitter myself. The thought amused for enough seconds to quickly Google my facts, and to actually type it up in less than 140 characters. With that, I clicked Tweet and went and did something else. This is what I wrote:

Now, I’m not sure it’s anything more than smile-worthy, and I thought it would be roundly ignored like most of my other tweets.

#Romney2012

#Dunn2016

But when I came back to Twitter, I found that my timeline had exploded. I had notifications that it was trending in various countries and that it was top tweet on Favstar (whatever that is). It was getting retweeted a dozen times a minute (and still is). On top of that, people were doing it the old school way, by pasting the original tweet into a new one and prefixing an RT.  Every time someone does this, it pops up on your timeline. This meant that I was seeing my own joke repeated back to me thousands and thousands of times. It was like living with a sarcastic toddler.

And it made me deconstruct what I’d written as a throwaway line the way I would a joke in a script. It doesn’t even make that much sense. And the point I was making about buying a win, or even the more vague one about the futility of comparing business success to political acumen or economic prowess, or the not so biting satirical point about the cost of elections was barely evident.

But yet it still kept getting retweeted. My timeline became impossible to follow, and it made me realise, to some small extent, what people who have hundreds of thousands of followers have to contend with every minute. Before I could read an @mention, it had disappeared down the page. And I was seeing about one percent of what they see. So, if you tweet Stephen Fry, he’s not ignoring you, it’s just that he hasn’t had a chance to see it. Then the @sickipediabot took it, and repeated it without acknowledgement.

What started as flattering, quickly became dizzying, and soon got tiring. I don’t envy people with huge numbers of followers any more.

The majority of replies I saw, aside from ‘LOL’, were pointing out that it wasn’t actually his OWN money (which I never claimed it was), and that actually made him a BRILLIANT business man. I’m fairly sure that makes even less sense than my original point.

A few others pointed out that Obama spent the same amount.

But the best response was: Don’t be an ass. At least he gave it a shot.

Quite right. I should be applauding a rich white guy with a sense of entitlement for abandoning every political belief he ever held, all in the pursuit of office and a lower rate of corporation tax.

But here’s the kicker. The ONE thing no-one noticed. I’m not even a business man.

Thought Vomit #134: ft. The Milibandwagon

David Miliband’s decision to step down from “front-line” politics says nothing about his relationship with his brother, nor about their political differences.

But it does speak volumes about the state of political journalism.

That one of the best minds in modern politics feels he cannot be part of a much needed and effective opposition, simply because the meedja are unable to present a political story without resorting to soap-opera tactics of narrative is massively ridiculous.

Annoyingly though, he’s right.

Nick Robinson is a twunt

If only ...

With no sense of irony or self-awareness,  BBC News this evening cut from him talking about coverage becoming distracted by something easier to present than politics, they cut to his exchange with Harriet Harmon.

It’s a sad day indeed when we are deprived of someone who shaped Government for a decade, simply because Laura Kuennesberg is so facile she can’t get past the idea of a family feud. That the two brothers worked for opposing wings of the party throughout their careers doesn’t occur to her, because until now they weren’t on her radar. She had more important things to cover – like the feud between Tony and Gordon.

The embodiment of this vacuous journalism is of course Nick Robinson. He seems much more interested in getting his own face on camera than asking a pertinent question, or presenting a nuanced policy. Witness his interview with David Miliband this evening, in which his own head took up more of the screen than his subject.

I’m as guilty as the next person of drawing simplistic conclusions about politicians. Indeed, I can’t get past the fact that Ed Miliband sounds like a bowl of washing up; but is it too much to ask that the coverage of a party conference involve some of the politics and policies, and not just the psycho-drama fantasies of frustrated soap writers?

What’s more, the fact that David’s decision to slip away from the front-benches is seen by these reporters as some kind of resignation from real politics is remarkable. If it doesn’t go on within a few yards of their Westminster studio, it doesn’t count. Constituency politics is the backbone of British democracy, but the way they tell it, he’s off to dig his garden.

Tell me he doesn’t sound like a bowl of washing up …

Thought Vomit #129: ft. Her Majesty’s Deficit

The Queen arrived at parliament in a gold gilded coach, wearing a crown encrusted with jewels, and the first thing she said was that we need to save a bit of cash.

Well, the fourteen horse-mounted guards in their hand-stitched livery could go for a start. Not to mention the racist ventriloquist dummy who sits next to you.

The Maj is a Vag

Hope

The BBC were at great pains during the post-election negotiations to point out that the Queen tries very hard to stay out of politics. If our Head of State literally has no purpose, why do we still have one?

Because the Royal Family is good for tourism, Simon.

Fine. Then we should hand her a speech to read in which she announces that ‘her’ new Government will tackle the daunting deficit by privatising the Monarchy. They can fund their opulence by selling blow-up Princess Diana dolls, and those nudey photos of Princess Margaret.

HRH plc could be traded on the markets, and the CEO could be answerable to shareholders. Sod being a subject, I want a piece of the dividends.

Thought Vomit #128: ft. Ill-Thunked Thoughts On A Hung Parliament

Why is everyone assuming that it’s the Liberal Democrats who will hold the balance of power in a hung parliament?

The Lib Dems choice clearly rests on how much electoral reform they can wrestle from any deal – so the presumption is that they will host a bidding war between Labour and the Conservatives. Thus the consensus is that we have seen the death of first past the post system.

The Tories have little to gain from a coalition, and a lot to lose. With a truly three-party system based on Proportional Representation, the Tories may not see power again for a generation – unless it’s they who offer up the most concessions.

I’ve read a few thoughts that the natural outcome of a Lab-Lib coalition is the bringing together of the centre left movement, while some people argue a Con-Lib coalition would see the end of Labour all together. It’s a good story to tell, and I can see why the media is so fascinated by it.

Hung or Hanged

Hung or Hanged?

There are voices within Labour that like the idea of uniting the two centre-left parties, not least Mandelson and Johnson, the former of whom would see it as the culmination of a project begun with the wooing of Paddy Ashdown.

But all this assumes that it will be a coalition involving Nick Clegg’s band of MPs.

If both the Tories and Labour have much more to gain from keeping the current electoral system, which they clearly do – why wouldn’t the two main parties join together and form a majority Government?

A Labour-Conservative coalition gives them both what they need – survival. Any coalition with the Lib Dems does not.