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Wednesday, 21 February 2018

Piers Morgan Jealousy Fail

After former Screws and Daily Mirror editor Piers Morgan escaped without being charged from the time when he was in the editor’s chair and phone hacking was going on on an industrial scale, got away with his involvement in the Viglen share affair, survived being axed by CNN, and still managed to con ITV into thinking he was the reason Good Morning Britain had improved its ratings, one might think he would be happy with his lot.
Yes thanks, we know who you are. Now answer the Judge's questions

But that thought would have been misplaced: despite all those Slebs that Morgan mingles with, despite his propensity to name dropping ad infinitum - and, indeed, ad nauseam - and despite his occasional success in blagging a table at the Chiltern Firehouse so he can bore fellow diners crapless with loudly recounted tales of how famous he is, honestly, Morgan remains a thin-skinned and touchily jealous individual.
I got dissed by Piers WHO?

He does, however, know how to piggyback on the fame of real stars, and so regularly picks scraps with them on the off-chance they might give him the time of day. So it was when he went after John Oliver, who actually made it in the USA. “Watching John Oliver repeatedly say ‘we’ & ‘us’ when discussing America is comical. Mate, you were born in the Midlands to a pair of Liverpudlian parents & speak in a thick Brummie accent. You’re about as American as cricket & mushy peas, you shameless old fraud!” he whined.
Shameless old fraud”? Oliver is 40. Morgan is 52. Do the math, as they say. His pal, Combover Crybaby Donald Trump, had grandparents who were not only not American, but whose first language was not English. Also, if Morgan thinks Oliver speaks in a “thick Brummie accent”, he’d be in deep trouble if he ever encountered one. Still, on he droned: “Oh, @iamjohnoliver can roast me as much as he likes - he's a funny guy. He just can't do it while pretending to be American”. He isn’t pretending to be anything. Unlike Morgan.
Then came a reminder that Oliver has made it in the USA, and Morgan didn’t. The spin machine was duly fired up. “6yrs on America's No1 summer show AGT … Won Celebrity Apprentice … Hosted 1300+ prime time shows at CNN”. And how exactly does that stack up alongside nine Emmies, a Peabody, and a slot on the 2015 Time 100? It doesn’t.
Moreover, Oliver has his Green Card, a wife who is a US citizen, and they have a child who is also a US citizen. He’s entitled to talk of “we” and “us” on that basis. No, Morgan was still not having any of that. “I'm not 'suggesting' anything. Oliver is not American. Fact”. He’s not making a pain in the arse of himself boasting about who he knows, either.
And he wasn’t finished. There was, after all, still the matter of excusing his failure to win over CNN’s viewers. For this, Morgan had an excuse. “Yes, I was asked to ease off about guns. I declined”. Yeah, right. When did John Oliver last “ease off about guns”? He’s been giving airtime to the students calling BS on the establishment inertia following the Parkland shootings. Nobody gives the gun lobby a harder time. This is lame in the extreme.
But it might get him a little more attention, and convince ITV’s bosses that he really is worth the grief he causes his co-workers on Good Morning Britain. So that’s all right, then.

Corbyn Provokes Press Meltdown

Our free and fearless press has gone from baying wolfpack mode to playing the startled rabbit caught in oncoming headlights in very short order, after their days-old assault on Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn was turned on them yesterday. The claims made by Jan Sarkocy had already unravelled, despite the Ron Hopeful coverage from the Murdoch Sun, as Jezza seized the moment to remind them of a Labour manifesto commitment.
He released a video in which he toldA free press is essential for democracy and we don’t want to close it down, we want to open it up. At the moment, much of our press isn’t very free at all. In fact it’s controlled by billionaire tax exiles, who are determined to dodge paying their fair share for our vital public services”. And there was more.
The general election showed the media barons are losing their influence and social media means their bad old habits are becoming less and less relevant. But instead of learning these lessons they’re continuing to resort to lies and smears. Their readers - you, all of us - deserve so much better. Well, we’ve got news for them: change is coming”.
Change? What could that mean? Best to imagine a worst case scenario: the Rotten Lefties (tm) were coming for our brave journalists, the barricades had to be manned, boiling oil poured from the battlements. Whenever Jezza said change, it had to be reinterpreted in order to frighten the readers. Instead, the press only ended up frightening themselves.
The Mail confirmed the sudden incidence of involuntary bowel movements among those who scrabble around the dunghill that is Grubstreet, telling “Jeremy Corbyn’s response to spy row: No answers and a chilling threat to Britain’s free Press” and whining “Mr Corbyn appeared to sign off with a threat to newspaper owners”. Not to a free press, though.
Over at the Baby Shard bunker, the Sun’s non-bullying political editor Tom Newton Dunn was also needing a change of underwear: “Rattled Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn threatens free Press as he dodges spy scandal questions … At the end of 104 second rant, Mr Corbyn issued his thinly veiled vow for retribution”. Aw DIDDUMS!
Did no-one stop to ask what Jezza really meant? Why bother when you wanted to suck up to the Press Establishment? Christopher “No” Hope of the increasingly desperate and downmarket Telegraph knew which side his bread was buttered: “Dear Mr Corbyn, Rather than attacking the Press for doing its job, why not say that any files on you held by any foreign power will be published?” So spreading Fake News is “Doing its job”. Ri-i-ight.
Mark Wallace at ConHome preferred a little paranoia: “To demonstrate he has nothing to do with communists, Jeremy Corbyn is now openly threatening that if he gets power he'll use it against media outlets that publish criticisms of him”. Perhaps they really are coming to get him. In any case, he knows “the Leveson inquiry was a farce, and its proposals were largely rather poor”. I mean, Lord Justice Leveson? Who does he think he is?

The Red Scare even affected Jim Waterson at BuzzFeed, who claimed erroneously “Corbyn directly threatens four national papers by name”, which does not augur well for the Guardian’s media coverage. Fortunately, Paul Waugh was there to confirm that Jezza meant the enactment of Leveson 2. Which was in the Labour manifesto. A measure which was passed by Parliament by acclamation. Still, details, eh?

Guido Fawked - Corbyn Stasi File ISN’T

Once again, the old adage that something which looks too good to be true probably is too good to be true comes into play, this time on the subject of Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn and information held on him by the former East German security services, the Stasi. As the claims by former Czech diplomat Jan Sarkocy have unravelled, the right-leaning part of the press has clung on to their faith in this catch-all back stop.
The Murdoch Sun told readersAN EAST German secret police file on Jeremy Corbyn is being kept under lock and key … It was drawn up when he was granted access by the state in the 1970s”. The Mail declaredTheresa May demands Jeremy Corbyn authorise the release of his 'Stasi file' after he was named in a foreign spy dossier as a contact for a Czech agent”. The Telegraph warnedJeremy Corbyn is under mounting pressure to authorise the release of Cold War files kept on him by the Stasi”.

There was a certainty here: the Stasi had a file on Jezza, and the press knew that it could be opened by his request. How did they know this, and why was it the Sun which was so certain of its ground? Ah well. We did not have long to wait for the answer, after the perpetually thirsty Paul Staines and his rabble at the Guido Fawkes blog piped up.
Under the heading “What The Stasi Archivist Told Guido About Corbyn In 2016”, readers not yet asleep are toldThis was the response sent by the Stasi Records Agency (BStU) to Guido when he asked for Corbyn’s file way back in 2016”. Yes? Yes yes? Yes yes yes?

There is a way personal data about holders of political office can be released … ‘if the persons concerned have given their written consent specifying the name of the applicant, the project and the persons who will carry it out’ … Corbyn has the chance to clear his name if he tells the BStU he is happy for them to release his file”.
There was even a gloating “So Jeremy, if you could just sign a consent form for us we’ll clear this all up”. But there was one teensy problem with what the Fawkes massive had learned: what they had been told depends on the Stasi having held a file on the person concerned in the first place. And the Guardian had bad news for The Great Guido.
The German authorities responsible for the Stasi archive on Tuesday said they had found no documents on Corbyn. This included all files that can’t be released publicly for privacy protection reasons, spokesman Matthias Dziomba said”. There is no Stasi file on Corbyn.

Let me repeat that loudly and slowly: THERE IS NO STASI FILE ON JEREMY CORBYN.

The Fawkes rabble have bet their credibility on a document that does not exist. It is almost certain that their connection with the Murdoch mafiosi is why the Sun was so certain there was a file - because the Fawkes mob claimed to have made enquiries about it two years ago. But their enquiries clearly did not include confirmation that a file actually existed.
Zelo Street has told for some time that the Fawkes blog was a borderline Fake News site. There was good reason for this caution. Now the mainstream press knows it.

The Fawkes Corbyn Stasi claims are another pack of lies. Another fine mess, once again.

Tuesday, 20 February 2018

Milo Yiannopoulos Is Bust

It gives me no pleasure to say this … oh stuff it, yes it does. More than just a little pleasure. From the moment the deeply unsavoury Milo Yiannopoulos brought The Curse Of Zelo upon him by getting one of his gofers at The Kernel to write a hatchet job on this blog - he didn’t have the skill, or the spine, to do it himself - I have taken inordinate pleasure at every time this over-promoted sleazebag has come unstuck.
And today he has come properly, irretrievably unstuck: the lawsuit he so grandly announced last year against publishers Simon and Schuster, after they dropped his piss-poor memoir Dangerous following his apparent advocacy of paedophilia, has now been withdrawn. S&S will not be paying the overrated SOB a cent.

It all looked so different last October: then, USA Today reported that it was “Round one to Milo Yiannopoulos … The New York State Supreme Court on Thursday rejected Simon & Schuster’s motion to dismiss the right-wing provocateur’s $10 million lawsuit against the publisher for canceling his book, Dangerous … The case now moves on to the discovery phase”. But the euphoria was not to last beyond the new year.

His lawyers decided they had better things to do than entertain the deluded buffoon, so, as the HuffPost told its readers, “Meister Seelig & Fein will no longer represent far-right pot-stirrer Milo Yiannopoulos due to a ‘breakdown in the relationship,’ according to an emergency motion filed by the New York-based law firm this past Friday”. They discovered that he was a waste of time and space. But the Yiannopoulos ego remained undimmed.

I will now be representing myself pro se, so I can directly see the material, and I look forward to revealing Simon & Schuster’s perfidy in court”. But, sad to relate, the material remained unseen, and now the end has come, so Milo must face the final curtain. Yes, he did it his way, and his way was to end up looking even more stupid than before.

As The Bookseller has told, “Milo Yiannopoulos has dropped his multi-million pound legal case against Simon & Schuster US … The document revealing the alt-right columnist’s withdrawal from the New York State Supreme Court was circulated by the publisher on Tuesday (20th February) along with a statement saying it ‘stands by’ the decision to terminate its book deal with the controversial figure”. And there was more.
A S&S US spokesperson said: ‘We are pleased that Mr Yiannopoulos’ lawsuit has been withdrawn, with prejudice, and with no payment from Simon & Schuster. We stand by our decision to terminate the publication of Mr Yiannopoulos’ book’ … The British commentator does not yet appear to have referred to the withdrawal of the case on his Instagram or Facebook pages, where he has previously posted updates on the situation”.

Steady on, Stateside folks, don’t go blaming us for the creep. And don’t rush to deport him just yet - we’ve got enough sponging cretins in the media without having him back. Just allow us here in the UK to rejoice at the most deserving media downfall since Mazher Mahmood was caught lying (as in lying to a judge - he’d been lying to everyone else for decades). And don’t do anything for Yiannopoulos without getting cash for it up front.

Milo Yiannopoulos went to zero without ever becoming a hero. Just rejoice at that news.

Corbyn Smears - Bullying The Beeb

The propagation of Fake News occasionally encounters that insurmountable hurdle called reality - where the faux rage of confected headlines comes up against media organisations unwilling to participate in pulling the wool over the eyes of the public. So it is with the defamatory claims made against Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn and his alleged meetings with a Czech diplomat in the late 1980s, and the BBC.
Right-leaning newspapers, pundits, and other sundry hangers-on have been as one on the claims, pushing them relentlessly, despite it slowly dawning on the rest of the world that someone here is stretching the story way beyond the limits of elasticity. But they have failed to persuade the Beeb that this is other than lame propagandising - and it is not in the Corporation’s remit to peddle Tory Party propaganda.

What to do? Simples. The boot boys of the Fourth Estate had to be summoned to administer the appropriate punishment beating. They had decreed that the cod Corbyn story be considered as news; therefore the BBC must be bent to their will. And by the most fortunate of coincidences, all the attacks on the Beeb came yesterday.

The Murdoch Sun, as so often with the nastiest boot boy tactics, went first, telling readersCorbyn’s supporters claim it happened a long time ago or rubbish our story as ‘fake news’ - conveniently ignoring the documents we published [which prove absolutely Sweet Jack] … The BBC haven’t been much better. They have either ignored the story or laughed it off as the latest harmless episode in the colourful adventures of Jolly Jezza, rather than another example of his terrible judgment”. Then came the Mail.
Here, it was Stephen “Miserable Git” Glover who had been selected by the Vagina Monologue to go over the top. “Far more worrying is the way the all-powerful BBC has hitherto avoided Sarkocy’s allegations, which have been met with vehement denials by the Labour Party. If you relied on our public service broadcaster for your news, as about half the nation does, you wouldn’t know anything about ‘Cob’” he sniffs.

You’d know little more from the Mail. But do go on. “All I can find on Auntie’s voluminous website is a tiny mention of a newspaper report … it can be fairly stated that the BBC has done its utmost not to give this story wider circulation”. Because it’s a pack of lies from start to finish, perhaps? But there was a third member of the bully triumvirate to come.

Yes, the perpetually thirsty Paul Staines and his rabble at the Guido Fawkes blog also had their orders, so out cameThe BBC News website still hasn’t covered the Agent COB spy scandal more than a week after it first broke”, followed by “Never mind the very serious questions Corbyn has to answer about his judgment and what information he passed the Czechs”. An old copy of a Sunday newspaper. Just f*** right off, O Great Guido.

It’s not the BBC’s job to validate defamatory propaganda for the panicked right wing, just to compensate for the bozoid bankruptcy of the Brexiteers, the teetering state of local Government after eight years of relentless cuts, the mess in the NHS and our overstretched emergency services. So they are right not to do so.

The Corbyn smears are Fake News. The public has figured that out. End of story.

Corbyn Smears - Lawyers Are Called

At long last, Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn realised that the tsunami of potentially seriously defamatory claims about what he didn’t tell the Czech security agencies in the late 1980s would not abate, and called the lawyers in. It was not enough to stem the flow of Fake News pouring from the right-leaning part of the Fourth Estate, but perhaps someone out there will get the message, and remember what happened last time this happened.
It was back in 1995 that the Murdoch Sunday Times libelled former Labour leader Michael Foot, claiming that he had been a paid Soviet agent. The late and not at all lamented Screws followed up with its own claims. Both papers settled with Foot, the Screws almost immediately, the Sunday Times after giving the impression it would tough it out. The prospect of Rupert Murdoch being summoned to court may have hastened settlement.
No man is of perfect courage

Perhaps someone mentioned this to Tory MP Ben “splat the chavs” Bradley, who made a flagrantly libellous Twitter claim about Jezza and the Eastern Bloc yesterday afternoon. Soon after, Corbyn let it be known that he had instructed lawyers to lean on the terminally clueless MP for Mansfield, and the Tweet was hurriedly deleted.
As Mid Norfolk MP George Freeman effectively repeated the libel when he Tweeted “Corbyn was a paid Communist spy? IF true, this is surely the moment Corbyn will face a challenge from Labour MPs who know that not to act would be electoral suicide. Watch Lady Nugee, Emily Thornberry, busily pretending not to prepare to be ready”, perhaps Jezza’s legal team might want a word with him too.
Also potentially on the legal radar should be Ben Wallace, representing Wyre and Preston North and a junior minister, likening the Labour leader to one of the infamous “Cambridge Four” when he snarked “‘Jeremy has been interested in Foreign Policy issues his entire political career’ - Labour MP Louis Haigh , BBC Daily Politics - yup so was Kim Philby”.
And when the legal eagles have finished with those two specimens of opportunist idiocy, there is the continuing appetite of the Tories’ press pals to consider, with a fresh batch of unsubstantiated claims being pitched as if they were true this morning.
The increasingly desperate and downmarket Telegraph ventured “Corbyn urged to reveal his Stasi file [not easy if he isn’t in possession of it] … May puts Labour leader under pressure to authorise release of East German records”. Did Theresa May even mention the former East Germany? No she didn’t, so that may interest the lawyers twice over.
Over at the Northcliffe House bunker, the obedient hackery of the legendarily foul mouthed Paul Dacre have been similarly adventurous with “As file reveals Czech spy called Labour leader ‘the right man to give information’, PM says it’s … TIME TO BE OPEN, COMRADE CORBYN”. Did she call Jezza “Comrade” or refer to him by name? Nope.
What press insiders really think about the story

And there just had to be another swipe from the Murdoch goons at the Super Soaraway Currant Bun, who have told readers of “JEZ’S ‘COMMIE SUPPLY LINE’”. Once again, they rely on a single discredited source, and the heavy use of quote marks shows some serious hedging to be in progress. But the defamatory intent is all too clear.

Never mind one foolish MP. Forget IPSO. Take the SOBs to the cleaners, and now.

Cadbury Halal Stupidity

Christmas has come and gone, and so has Valentines Day. So shops are gearing up for Easter, the next excuse to flog chocolate to the unsuspecting masses. That mainly means Easter eggs. It also means ranting at Cadbury’s because, well, that’s one of those new-fangled Easter traditions, dontcha know? Last year there was a faux ruckus about the alleged removal of the word Easter from their publicity (not true), and this year?
Spot the Muslim. Allegedly

This year it’s all about Scary Muslims (tm). No, seriously. The row, which seems to have started life in Australia, has built and seamlessly crossed over to the UK, both locations playing host to the paranoid and ignorant who get paranoid at the mention of Halal.
As chocolate does not involve the slaughter of animals, there is no question of whether it is  Halal (or, indeed, Kosher). It just is. But for some out there on the wacko fringe, it’s the hill on which their credibility has come to die. “Cadbury is ‘certified halal’ and has removed the word ‘Easter’ from their wrapping. Let’s remove them from our shopping lists” told one member of the brains trust. Another added “How will you eat yours? I won’t, Halal certified Cadbury  bloody no Easter eggs, boycott these gesture eggs”.
But that was only a sighting shot. “Will not be buying Cadbury again. Anything halal is barbaric”. Yes, well. Resisting Hate tried reason. No, that didn’t work, either: “I suggest you google ‘is Cadbury chocolate halal’ then tweet”. And it gets worse.
Cadbury have been doing this for a while now, I boycotted them around 3 years ago for that reason. The halal certification was one thing but they’ve been removing references to Christian holidays slowly but steadily”. Paranoid, much? “I love chocolate but if it is halal you can shove it. From my research cadbury says it is not so please feel free to apply”. That’s the Manchester branch of the For Britain party. I’ll just leave that one there.
There was more. Rather a lot more. “Not supporting Cadbury who support halal certification #ChocCraving”. Will be craving for a long time if you want chocs that are not Halal, but hey ho. “Halal chocolate? No thanks. I'll buy Lindt rather than be paid to eat Cadbury”. I put Stupidity in the post title, because there was Stupidity.
On it went: “You are a Halal company and I refuse to condone torture and suffering in killing of animals, so no Cadbury for me”. Er, hello? Chocolate doesn’t involve … oh, forget it. On to the next wacko: “Stopped buying Cadbury products ever since they chose to make their products  Halal certified. Only to terrorists”. Can it get even worse?
Don’t ask. “Do not buy anti Christian, anti Australian products. Cadbury is supporting halal and Islamic interests, by collecting a levy from YOU. The Easter has been removed, some eggs are now ‘hunting eggs’ and crunchie bunnies, very offensive, please share, Buy Lindt non halal, it is”. No it isn’t. Oh, look out … “Cadbury’s gloating over their new halal certificates.. this Traitorous company needs to learn a harsh lesson.. share and boycott Cadbury’s this Easter peeps.. hit them hard in their greedy traitorous pockets”.

As in Australia, so in the UK. Once one paranoid and ignorant wacko kicks off, the idiocy knows no bounds. Just say “Halal”, sit back, and watch the screaming stupidity unravel.

Monday, 19 February 2018

Two Tory MPs Applaud Homophobia

James Cleverly, now Tory MP for Braintree, a constituency which, as the General Elections of 1997 and 2001 showed, is not as safe a seat as may be imagined, is one of the new breed of Conservatives. He is held up as an example of how his party has changed, and is prepared to welcome BAME candidates, even to seats out in the Home Counties commuter belt. This garnered much credibility for him.
Hang on a minute, did I mean to say that?

Sadly, Cleverly has, in his desire to court attention, developed a habit of bandwagon-jumping which has occasionally meant not looking too closely before leaping. This, along with the poorly judged remarks of one Tory fan and the idiocy of one of Cleverly’s colleagues, has dropped him in the kind of hot water that he should be avoiding.
Here's the rep from Sterilisations'R'Us

The exchanges began when the deeply unpleasant Ben “splat the chav” Bradley Tweeted to Tory campaigns officer Chloe Wilson “You're famous @ChloeSWilson !! Congrats!” What he did not mention was why she should suddenly have achieved this status. But Labour-backing journalist Owen Jones knew very well why.
Owen Jones

Ben Bradley, best known for calling for ‘unemployed wasters’ to be sterilised, congratulates prominent Tory activist laughing at her followers calling a gay man ‘a little fag’”. The offending Tweet has disappeared, but the adverse comment passed on Bradley’s congratulatory note shows that many others saw it.
All we saw from Ms Wilson was the magnificently slanted “Owen Jones has accused Ben of ‘representing the people at the top of society.’ Owen Jones went to Oxford, worked in Parliament and then became a journalist. Ben has worked in Aldi, and his wife is still the manager of a local store. The left have lost it”. Ho yus. Jones went from the local Comprehensive to Oxford. Bradley went from an independent school to Bath and Salford Universities, flunked both, and ended up at Nottingham Trent.
Still, minor detail, eh? Meanwhile, Jones had moved on to Cleverly: “James Cleverly is yet another privately educated Tory MP who backs slashing taxes on the rich, hammering benefits and privatising services, but thinks I'm a hypocrite because I went from a Northern comp to Oxford and support social justice”. This was when The Great Man lost it.
It’s clear that @ChloeSWilson struck a nerve. It’s also clear that lots on the Left think @bbradleymp is a ‘class traitor’ for having the audacity to be a @Conservatives … Owen would like to keep working class lads like Ben ‘in their place’”. Bradley is not “working class”. Jones has no such imperative. But Cleverly had now endorsed homophobia, as had Bradley. For which we will not be seeing an apology any time soon.
Nor will the voters of Mansfield and Braintree be finding out why their elected representatives have time on their hands not to serve their interests, but indulge in a social media pile-on which had the homophobic term “fag” as its Genesis.
You want to know why the Tories are so desperate to paint Labour, and indeed any other party, as the really nasty ones? Hello Ben Bradley and James Cleverly.