Oh Sweet Irony

Finding it incredible this afternoon that even as Conservative and Lib Dem MPs (or at least leadership teams) are actually acting like adults and talking about deals and compromise and common ground and all sorts of grown up stuff like that, every time the grass-roots activists and voters appear on TV they act more and more like vicious, petulant, squabbling children.

Cameron, of course, doesn’t need to worry to much about his grass-roots, because their affiliation is broadly tribal and his party structure doesn’t require him to ask, or even care, about their opinions. They’ll still vote Conservative, because they simply can’t imagine doing otherwise.

Clegg doesn’t have quite the same kind of tribal affiliation, but his core support is united behind a banner of “Tories are evil fox rapists”, and in his case, the democratic structure of his party means he does have to ask them. And a goodly number of them are going to be simply appalled that he is even talking to Cameron.

Amusingly, this could lead to the delicious situation whereby Clegg manages to ram PR past the Tories and then experiences epic electoral fail in an election run under it because the beardie weirides will never forgive him for dealing the right. Because thatcher, or progressive, or something.

I love the smell of breaking crypto in the morning…

… smells like, smells like, er, Red Bull.

Well, I mean it’s not the morning, and to be honest anything that yields so easily to a quick bit of frequency analysis and a cheeky bit of known plain text attacking is hardly fit to describe itself as ‘crypto’.

And it’s actually a supermarket brand generic energy drink.

But it progresses client work, and so here I am beating my geeky little code monkey chest into the void of cyberspace. Well hell, what else are blogs for ?

As we hax0rly types are wont to say, w00t!, pwned! and indeed my personal all time favourite, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA.