Ode to Obo.
Monarch of red mists and foul invectiveness!
Close bosom-friend of the Libertarian;
Conspiring with him how to groan and cuss
With venom, the parliamentarians that circles round us run;
To joust with argument aplenty,
And fill all ears with anarchism to the core;
To swell the dissent, and prime the nervous souls,
For a life with no government! No MPs,
And still more, personal responsibility!
And still they think benefits will never cease,
For Labour has o’erbrimmed their scummy minds.
Who hath not cussed thee oft amid thy blog?
Sometimes whoever seeks anew may find
Thee writing careless on a cyber wind,
Thy face soft-furrowed by the senseless comment;
Or on a half-written Twitter sound asleep,
Drowsed with the grapes of wrath, while thy hook
Spares the next Twit and all its futile words;
And sometimes as a blogger really should,
Steady thy laden hand across a post;
Or by a cyber-screen, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are thy rants of inspiration? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, we have your past posts still, –
While closed blogs mark the end of day
And touch those who read with gloomy hue;
Now in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
The lack of Obo words, borne aloft
Or sinking as the blog muse lives or dies;
And fellow bloggers loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Opponents jeer, but – now for kindness not forgot
The Raccoon whistles from a foreign-croft;
And mourns the King of Twitter in the skies.
With apologies to Keats.
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September 24, 2010 at 13:35 -
What a bloody shame! Obo has been a must-read for a long time. Nothing like a ripe & accurate view of the world on a Monday morning to counter the corporate bollocks. Unfortunately, unless I am being my usual techno-prat, he is not allowing comments on his final post.
Anyway – best of luck to him in his new enterprise, but it would be good to have some occassional postings, even if it is only to reduce his bladder pressure!
Davina x
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September 24, 2010 at 13:50 -
I feel that I’ve lost the valued companionship of a fellow anarchist – albeit somewhat like that of a drunken, foul-mouthed relative at a wedding or a party..
I’ve often shared his sentiments when railing against the spineless and the Righteous – although it’s my own preference to be more judicious in my choice of words. Subtleties can contain many choice and delicious barbs.
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September 24, 2010 at 14:15 -
We’ll never see his like again.
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September 24, 2010 at 14:35 -
Masterful!
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September 24, 2010 at 14:57 -
He’ll be missed. Who will take on the role of slapping down B&D now?
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September 24, 2010 at 15:08 -
God, I thought he’d never go!
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September 24, 2010 at 15:42 -
Bah! And I never got to ask Obo the name of his cosmetic dentist.
(and I think Keats would be rather impressed by your ode, Mme Raccoon – I certainly am)
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September 24, 2010 at 16:23 -
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September 24, 2010 at 17:00 -
Oh dear
What a shame! -
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September 26, 2010 at 11:56 -
Please forgive any profanities that follow, it was not me, you understand, but some mysterious force being channeled through me:
My first is in Utter but not in Otter
My second is in Twat but not in Wank
My third is in Pratt but not in Piss and Crap
My fourth is in Busted but not in Fucking Bastard
My fifth is in Piss Boiler but not in Boiled PissMy sixth is in Crack but not in Ark
My seventh is in Usual but not in Slag
My eighth is in Nadger but not in Badger
My ninth is in Tit but not in Prick(Answer buried here somewhere: http://obotheclown.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-fuck-off-you-utter.html
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