Borat - Anyone who is a minority has the upper hand

Truth used to be the first casualty of War. Now it appears it is also the first casualty of Peace. Of course Peace is a relative term, since just as we are living between Ice Ages we are, technically speaking living in the interrrgnum between WWII amd WWIII. To a clean living pig (but still foul smelling to humans) Borat's sound-offs can be filtered, just like dirt or hen manure.

Who remembers the scene in the feature movie, where he gets a lift in a motor caravan with a group of college guys. I loved the line from one of the (equally) crazed guys that:

"Anyone who is a minority has the upper hand"

This is surely the great truth behind Borat. He is a minority : so can get away with saying or acting how he thinks fit.

Things could never happen that way in a sty - just in the real world.

Mr Blue one-eyed contest

Only white, blue-eyed bankers have brought world economy to its knees: have they?

Explain this one to me like I'm a five-year-old runt.

Is the Brazilian President Luiz Inacio Lula de Silva trying to score brownie points with the majority of his country who are, presumably not white like himself - or is the proverbial pot calling the kettle black? How many times, for example has the world Bank had to step in to rescue Brazil?

Wait one moment. Was not the Italian president lambasted as being 'racist' for extolling president elect Obama's "suntan".

Or is it that some pigs can get away with saying what they want - so long as they do not consider themselves white pigs?

Look in the mirror Lula!!

(can't believe this grunt is actually defending Brown - that comes from being a right fair, grumpy old git pig)

Home Blog of the "Gruntled"

Our Sty used to be protected by the Magna Carta.

All pigs used to be equal.

But now some are more equal than others.

Why are some pigs more favoured by the Law than others?

Presumably because we sit in our sties all day long too bothered to complain.

But this pig is grumpy

I hear through the walls of my sty others grumpies grunting.

We just seem not to get together enough for a good, stinking grunt chorus!!

Well - come over to my sty and grunt all you wish!

Burping and farting permitted, but keep excrement on the outside.

We're forced to eat enough of that every day.