Every time I read a miserablist, anti-English, anti-white, anti-male article in the Guardian, I ask myself if they can top that. And, sure enough, they do.
In a diatribe against England, the Empire, public schools and just about every knee-jerk trigger so beloved of the leftists, Caspar Salmon tells us more about himself than he does about James Bond or Ian Fleming. Indeed, he even has a dig at Joanna Lumley with a side swipe intended to pretty much blame her for imperialism. What a nasty piece of work this vile little man is. James Bond is a fictional character. As most of those commenting below the line point out; escapist fluff not to be taken seriously. Caspar Salmon and his ilk are far too real.
So is Joanna Lumley. A definite improvement on the miserable misanthropists at the Guardian…
What is interesting is that increasingly the BTL comments are increasingly hostile to the article. Are people finally getting wise to the risible little rag and its idiotic scribes?
What is interesting is that increasingly the BTL comments are increasingly hostile to the article. Are people finally getting wise to the risible little rag and its idiotic scribes?
No, I think an increasing percentage of their readership is sent there by blogs like this for the sole purpose of taking the piss out of it.
I think without us the whole thing would collapse…
You could have a point, there…
I’m not so sure. It could just be that we are reaching the point where so much utter bollocks is being written in The Guardian that even it’s faithful readers have had enough.
And curiously The Guardian is setting an example that it wants the Labour to follow. Having made a loss of £69m last year they have decided that what the world needs is more inane, more lefty wing, clickbait bollocks articles like the one referred to above.
No wonder the circulation is weeping away…
I was a teenager when the Bond books came out (or just after). They were excellently written, despite what some snobs say, and they were a view into an adult world I had not encountered or imagined. This prat seems to muddle up the books and the films. Of course, the books are of their period – a time when men volunteered for dangerous missions from a sense of patriotism, prepared to die rather than be captured. Coincidentally, I have just read Churchill’s Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare, much of the information comes from a woman called Joan Bright – who dated Ian Fleming and may well have been the model for Miss Moneypenny.
Ah yes, as a young teenager in the early sixties, I devoured all the Ian Fleming novels. They were great! Nothing like the movies. Well written, gripping stuff.