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Two hilarious interventions this week.

First up, Coastalblog is a tremendous fan of Sean Penn's sticking his oar into the Falkland/Malvinas fracas. Because naturally, what this situation was crying out for was the opinion of Sean Penn. In fact, were it not for the trenchant views and considered plans of Mr Penn I, for one, don't see a way out of this. In no way, and I want you all to be very sure of this, in NO WAY is the Argentinian government's current bout of sabre-rattling an attempt to distract their populace from a dismal economic performance. Clear? Good. Right. Equally, in NO WAY is the British military's decision to deploy the twin forces of nuclear weapons and Prince William (when each could easily have been quietly shelved) a wearying act of machismo liable to induce near-terminal depression in the seasoned observer and convince the MoD that they're not blindingly irrlevant to the passage of the quotidian. Okay? Got that? Brilliant. Right, now, bearing in mind all this heartbreakingly obvious realpolitik is your first thought "I wonder what Sean Penn thinks?". I suspect not. But Sean Penn's first thought was clearly "the world needs to know what I think". Sadly, Sean, it does not, I have the utmost respect for your CV,and I am sure that you are a thoughtful, intelligent, many layered man. However, I don't really give a fuck what you think about the Falklands.

Second hilarious intervention of the week is, obviously, Cambo, bless his silk socks. Matrching up to Scotland to say that hey, yeah, right, it's like totally your choice, yeah? But, like, you'll totes hurt my feelings? and if you don't vote yes that would be amaze? Genius, Dave, spectacular grasp of Scottish politics. Because of course, if you don't want the Scottish voters to do something, the best way to get them to knock it on the head is to send a southern Tory to jolly well tell them what's what. You fucking idiot.

And the moral of the story is, keep your fool mouth shut, guys. I'm deeply aware that I'm not doing that here, and, frankly people could easily not give a monkeys.But I'm insulated from cold hubris by the comforting fact that nobody reads this any more, and quite right too

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