On a day that the CRU gets hacked and documents of as yet unproven provenance and authenticity get leaked I’ve discovered a little bit more about some of their details.
It seems that certain climate change concerns and organizations within and linked to government have employed a ‘communications agency’ called Futerra to do their propaganda PR work.
Futerra is also the apparent author of the leaked .pdf entitled “Rules of the Game” mentioned in this blog earlier today.
It’s what appears to be a finished version of “Rules of the Game”.
Which leads me to suggest that if one leaked document is authentic, then just maybe the rest are.
Just a thought…
UPDATE:
Fuck.
Me.
An extract from the ‘official’ “Rules of the Game”
• Refreeze good behaviours
Once you’ve woken or ‘unfrozen’ people from their sleepwalking behaviour, you can convince them to change. But once they’ve adopted the new behaviours, you need to find a way of ‘refreezing’ them, so the positive behaviour becomes an unconscious habit again.
If I wanted to make something freely and widely available on the interwebs – a file, perhaps – there are many ways of doing it.
I could send it to an anonymous FTP server, a file-sharing facility like Rapidshare or even a web site.
If I wanted this file to remain up in cyberspace for snagging but it contained material that might be seen as ’sensitive’ in some way then I’d make sure that wherever the file was held it would be in some sort of location that didn’t fall under UK, US or EU jusrisdiction.
A very secure place might be an anonymous Russian FTP server.
Or so you might think.
Fausty reports that the CRU files he’s blogged about are no longer to be found buried deep in the silicon permafrost of the internet tundra somewhere inside Mother Russia:
Update: The Russian FTP server administrator appears to have deleted the archive. The text of the link was: [This link doesn't work for me]
Normally, you can go looking on various Russian sites and the like for all manner of shit that you won’t find elsewhere very easily or very cheaply.
If group sex with underage alpacas is your thing then a Russian porn site will probably have it for your edification…what about mp3s from which the artists probably don’t get a penny? They’re yours for peanuts!…and try to get any of this stuff taken down and you’ll be lucky if anything gets done – very lucky indeed.
So, when something ‘controversial’ appears but then quickly disappears from such a source then you have to wonder how this was achieved so quickly.
Yes, this CRU business is full of ‘ifs’ and nothing has been done to verify the authenticity and provenance of the documents in question, but it’s increasingly looking as if all this quacking and waddling is pointing to a distinct possibility that this may be some sort of ‘foul’* if not an actual duck itself…
*Yes, I know that should have been ‘fowl’ with a fucking ‘w’, but the pun doesn’t work then…
There’s a distant but rather ominous rumbling in the Blogosphere about this.
The documents in question are still available – the Megaupload link that Fausty gives works fine – and they certainly make interesting reading.
As Obo points out, they could all be part of a massive hoax, but it seems to be fact that documents were leaked from the University of East Anglia’s Hadley Climatic Research Centre and an apparent confirmation of this has been given by its director. The sheer mass of detail would also indicate that if it is a hoax then it’s an extremely elaborate one.
One of the most interesting – and accessible – items amongst the shitload of stuff packed into the 62MB zip file (over 3000 documents) is a 5 page .pdf file entitled ‘The Rules of the Game’.
It’s basically an outline of the strategies that could be used when communicating the need for action over Anthropogenic Global Warming to the average UK citizen.
Currently, telling the public to take notice of climate change is
as successful as selling tampons to men. People don’t realise
(or remember) that climate change relates to them.
If this and the other documents are kosher then it sounds as if we’re in for a real propaganda offensive as we’re ‘persuaded’ that AGW is real.
I’m sure that I and other bloggers will return to this matter if it turns out to be genuine.
I had the misfortune to wander through our sitting room while Jedward were on the TV.
If you’re lucky enough to be asking yourself ‘Who or what the fuck is/are Jedward’ then I’m going to really screw your day up by directing you here.
And now I’m really going to piss on your chips by showing you a picture of them:
(I really don’t see why other people shouldn’t appreciate their full horror after I was exposed to it. I’m mentally fucking scarred for life now…)
But something about their appearance awoke a dormant thought in me…a dim and distant memory of something I’d seen before that reminded me of the twins so beloved of our one-eyed cunt of a Prime Minister…
I wrestled with my addled brain for seconds and then it suddenly came (if you’ll pardon the pun) to me!
Remember this scene from the Farrelly Brothers’ film ‘There’s Something About Mary’?
“Is that hair gel?”
And a parting thought for you…a load of verbals from Gordon Brown is known as his ‘hairdryer technique’.
Declining from must-see TV to ‘I think I’ll gouge my fucking spleen out with a garlic press as it’s more interesting plus it’ll keep me awake’ turgidity, BBC’s flagship political program has recently plumbed new depths of dullness. Even the BNP ’special’ with Straw and Griffin was hardly essential viewing.
The panels have become increasingly anonymous whilst the same old questions seem to get trotted out – which, I suppose, is a comment on how inadequately they’re being answered by our ‘government’.
But I digress…
Tonight’s panel consisted of
Clare Short, Labour MP
Phil Woolas, Labour Immigration Minister
Ming Campbell, ex Lib Dem leader
Nick Ferrari, sounds like a carjacker but he’s actually a radio presenter
Chris Grayling, Conservative, Shadow Home Secretary
All in all, pretty fucking underwhelming, to say the least.
Four lukewarm MPs who still don’t seem to be humbled by being exposed as troughing fucking bastards and one arsehole of a radio presenter whose trick seemed to be to say what he thought the audience wanted him to say.
This Ferrari duly did, to rather limp applause.
In fact, the audience seemed semi-comatose – unless Leicester folk are like that anyway – or perhaps they just didn’t give a fuck, which was understandable given the calibre of the answers to their questions.
If the BBC don’t revive Question Time then they’re going to lose this viewer and, I suspect, many, many more.
FFS, even ‘This Week’ straight afterwards in the schedule appears dynamic in comparison and I never thought I’d say that!
The legendary drummer Buddy Rich is now probably as famous for ranting at his band members as he is for his work with his sticks.
Some of his band recorded his rants secretly and then let them out into the public domain.
Here’s one example – audio only.
For those who want to read some of his deathless swearing, a typical sample I’ve taken from here.
In the following segment, Buddy has it out with a band member who refuses to shave his beard off.
…You’ve had two fuckin’ weeks to decide if you want a fuckin’ beard, or a job. This isn’t the goddam House of David fucking baseball team this is the Buddy Rich Band. Young people with faces – no more fucking beards – out! [Unintelligible] you’re through – out! This is the last time I make this announcement. No fucking beards. I don’t wanna see it – either you’re gonna either shave it off [unintelligible] I’ll treat you just like they do in the fuckin’ Marine Corps. This is the way I want MY fucking band to look. If you don’t like it – get out. You’ve had two fuckin’ weeks to make up your mind. No idle request – I’m telling how I want my band to look. You’re not gonna tell me how you’re gonna look, I’m telling YOU. There’s too much freedom in this band I’m gonna take it away [unintelligible] as long as you’re takin’ my fuckin’ money…You seem to give me the most fucking trouble of anybody. Wanna do something about it? You wanna tell me about it? [the band member with the beard says: "I'm definitely not shaving it off"] Then I’m definitely telling you one thing, you keep your fucking mouth shut, get the fuckin’ beard off or get the fuck outta the band right now. Now what do’ya think of that? Now that’s a definite suggestion. If you wanna work tonight, if I catch the fuckin’ beard on you, I’ll THROW you off the fuckin’ bandstand. Okay? [band member: "I'm not taking it off."] You what? You’re through! You don’t tell me what to do – I tell you. If you don’t like it, get off. [band member says, "I don't like it"]. Get off! Get your fuckin’ clothes and get off, right now. Pull the fuckin’ bus over. [band member says something unintelligble]. Have I got what? [band member asking about severance pay?] I got nothin’ for you – I got a right hand for your fuckin’ brain if you want it. I gave you two weeks – two weeks. You’re in the rule of MY band. If you don’t like it, that’s it! Get off, and TRY to take me to the fuckin’ union – I’d love it – love it. You get no [unintelligible] money, you get two weeks TIME. You’ve been waiting for this a long fuckin’ time. [Band member says “No I haven’t”] Yes you have. Ever since you opened your mouth because I don’t like the way you write. And I STILL play your fuckin’ charts. For you. You understand that? Not for me…I’m a success without you and without your WRITING. [band member says, “I understand that”] Go back to Sydney, and whatever is that you do over there, good luck to you. But not over here. You’re through. I want him off – right now. [band member says "It's a pleasure to be off"]. Keep talkin’. You wanna – you wanna start some shit with me? [band member says, "Not particularly"]. Then keep your fuckin’ mouth shut – right now! Or I’ll close it for you. Keep it shut! Try me! [band member says something unintelligible]. Then shut up! [band member says, "I'd appreciate it if you'd talk to me like a human being"]. I’d rather talk to you like a human being but you talk back all the time. Now keep your fuckin’ mouth shut or I’ll show you what it’s LIKE. That’s all! [band member: “That sounds like a threat] I’m not threatening you I’m telling you. You don’t wanna do what I wanna do, then I’m telling you. [band member unintelligible] Then shut-up! I want that understood by everybody. I want him off. I don’t want him on the bandstand tonight. Any time you’re ready. [band member says, "All right". The bus pulls over to side of the road]. END OF TAPE
Another guy who knew what he wanted was Paul Anka – famous for ‘Diana’ – a cheesy 1950s teeny pop song and writing the English lyrics to ‘My Way’.
Orson Wells could really fucking lose it when he wanted to:
Although my favourite example of Orson misbehaving is this outtake from a champagne advert. It’s pretty evident that he’d sampled the merchandise just a little too freely. It also happens to be my favourite outtake ever.
Make no mistake, Orson is totally fucking shitfaced drunk…
