The Editor notes: Just like John West is best because of what it rejects, GrodsCorp is lowest in brow because of what other blogs reject. Welcome to Bruce for this special guest post.
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Owing to the fact that I don’t want to denigrate either my own blog nor the discussion list from whence this material came, I’m handing this one off to Grods and I won’t cite those responsible for its inception.

If you want to impute me personally, go ahead; smear me with guilt through association with this Grods lot, just don’t smear me with feces.

Apparently the UK’s Department of Government Commerce (a branch of the UK Treasury) was considering a particular revamp of their logo. Unfortunately, they’ve had to change their plans due to what I think is a disclosure of sorts. A bit like a Freudian slip.

I’ve said for a long time now that accountants use their personalities as a contraceptive and we all know that “Merchant Banker” is only one letter from “Merchant Wanker”. They are a pervy but lonesome lot.

Now we have the proof…

Exhibit A - The logo in question

Exhibit B - Rotate the logo 90 degrees

Exhibit C - Wait a sec for the happy ending

I’m guessing the Fleshlight edition wasn’t kinky enough for them.

The Editor notes: A huge welcome back to jLo who is briefly returning from a long, self-imposed GrodsExile.
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I love to vote. Apparently, however, I need to stop doing it: my vote is a jinx that sees the forces of evil triumph. My 18th birthday party was significant not because I finally got to get legally drunk, but because it was the night John Howard came to power. 11 long years it took for him to be unseated, and I mourn the fact that I was not in the country to celebrate with my long-suffering friends the night it happened.

Now, I am dealt a further blow. Not only did I miss the greatest electoral night in Australia of my adult life to date, but my FIRST LONDON ELECTION has turned out to be a bitter disappointment. Commonweatlh residents of London are entitled to have their say in local council/Mayoral elections, and so I dutifully turned up at Shoreditch Town Hall yesterday morning to cast my vote (three jurisdictions in six months, in case anyone else but me has noticed). Tonight the counting is over and apparently Boris Johnson is my new Mayor.

What the fuck.

It’s my 18th birthday all over again.

You all know how I feel about this city. I love it to pieces, and can never explain exactly why. Well, my job just got harder, because of the measly 45% of my fellow Londoners who could be bothered turning up to vote, a staggering number of them thought that it would be a good idea for Boris Johnson to be the mayor. That racist, homophobic muppet with stupid hair is now in charge of one of the greatest cities in the world. You have got to be kidding.

It’s nights like this that make me lost my faith in democracy. What the fuck are you all thinking? Are you NUTS? I am very privileged in many ways, and I try to never lose sight of that. But when I see other adults make such FUCKED UP choices, my political minority status is very difficult to resolve.

End drunken rant. Goodnight.

PS. Perhaps I should refrain from voting in the US general election? God help us if my jinx continues.