Monday 27 January 2014

What about an online register of leftard actors and “comics” like Rufus Hound so conservatives can boycott them?

Hound by name, swine by nature
We saw Rufus Hound in the play One Man, Two Guv’nors in the West End last year and he was pretty good. But I'm now annoyed because, before booking the tickets, I checked up on the chap online just to make sure he wasn’t one of those ghastly standard-issue BBC “comedians” who imagine that the ability to deliver a script written by someone else in a vaguely competent fashion somehow gives them the right to bore our tits off with their drearily predictable left-wing opinions. Not having discovered any definitive proof that the chap was a blister, I purchased two seats in the dress circle.

I wasn’t checking up on Hound's political views, you understand – I just wanted to make sure that he wasn’t in the habit of making stridently left-wing remarks in public or of referring to Tories as “scum” or UKIP members as “swivel-eyed loons” or of glorying in the death of political figures I have admired, such as Margaret Thatcher, or of ascribing ludicrously evil motives to right-wingers without the slightest scrap of proof. It’s not that I want these people blacklisted by theatres or broadcasters or film-makers – I just don’t want to do anything which might in the slightest way advance their careers. Besides, I find it impossible to watch performances by the likes of Sean Penn, Vanessa Redgrave, Alec Baldwin or Eddie Izzard without thinking of how very much I despise their politics – and that’s their fault, because they’ve been shoving their opinions down my throat for years (decades, in Ms Redgrave’s case).

Rufus Hound, in an appearance on ITV’s Jonathan Ross Show (which I don’t watch because the host is a repellent human being), revealed that he is thinking of standing as an MEP for the NHA (National Health Action party), because, he claims, the government is privatising the NHS (if only!). Later, he wrote the following on his blog:

'David [Cameron] and Jeremy [Hunt] want your kids to die (unless you’re rich)… The millionaires that currently run things have decided that you (assuming you’re not a member of the Bullingdon Club, or a trustafarian) can go fuck yourself. This place is for them, not you. Why should you get free healthcare? Why can’t they take that big pot of money ear-marked for medicine and just start sharing it out amongst themselves? People are desperate when they’re sick and nothing’s as easier to monetise than desperation. Big, rich, private healthcare companies have donated millions to the Conservative party and now they’re calling in the debt. Jeremy Hunt is killing the NHS so that his owners can bleed you dry.'

Of course, many people hold similarly ridiculous views. And an alarming number of leftists evidently feel that their infinite sense of moral superiority gives them the right to impute grotesquely wicked motives to anyone who doesn’t agree with them – especially those cunning enough to get themselves born to parents who send their offspring to private schools… Oh hang on a sec: according to Wikipedia, Hound attended Hoe Bridge School (£12,000+ per year) and Frensham Heights (£15,000+ per year), so I’m not quite sure where he gets off sneering at over-privileged Tory politicians.

Whatever, it’s a pity that his own expensive education didn’t teach Hound that accusing a politician (Tory of otherwise) who suffered the dreadful experience of losing his evidently beloved six-year old son Ivan in 2009 of wanting the parents of children who aren’t rich to die is the act of a vicious, conscienceless swine. I, for one, would never be able to watch Hound performing on stage or television again without remembering what a wretched excuse for a human being he is.

Hound was appearing on Ross’s show to plug his new musical, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. As I greatly enjoyed the first film version starring Marlon Brando and David Niven, as Hound was funny in One Man, Two Guv’nors, and as I’ve enjoyed previous stage appearances by his co-star Robert Lindsay, I’d have been tempted to book tickets. Now, to adopt Hound’s argot, he can go fuck himself.

8 comments:

  1. Very well put!

    Robert Lindsay didn't cover himself with glory either, I had no idea (until I watched them being interviewed) how vacuous he is, shame.

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    1. I didn't see Lindsay's performance, but, from reports, it sounded dire - maybe an example of leftist groupthink bullying, where you have to support the impeccably compassionate views being expressed or risk being labelled a heartless fascist - easier to agree because it won't cost you anything to do so, whereas dissent would. Bit like being the first member of the audience to stop applauding a communist leader's speech.

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  2. Personally, I find it easiest to adopt the default position of assuming all contemporary 'comedians' are Lefties with political Tourettes. Given that they have become 'comedians' via appearances on the BBC, it has proved pretty much infallible as a predictive tool.

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    1. Every now and then a BBC-style comedian will throw out hints that they're not card-carrying Labourites (Alexander Armstrong and Jack Dee spring to mind) but they only seem to do so after they're too well established for it to harm their careers. I'm not aware of anyone admitting to non-socialist views as they climb the ladder (maybe some have and have been shunned by fellow-comics and the BBC as a result). The left bangs on about the Hollywood blacklist, but I can't see much difference between that and the current system ("Are you now or have you ever been a member of the Conservative Party or UKIP").

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    2. Up and coming Master of Mirth and Tory voter Jim Davidson has just won Britain's Strictly Got Zero Talent, Brother. So the natural order has been restored.

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    3. Not sure whether to laugh or cry at that bit of information, to be honest.

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  3. In the film "Bedtime Story" [1964] Brando pretends to be paralyzed from the waist down so Niven whacks him across the thighs with a Malacca cane. "Oh Look," says Niven "he's crying because he can't feel any pain."

    I have never heard of Rufus Hound. My problem and not yours. From what you tell me and cite he sounds like a significant twat. A product of the standard mincing machine for British comics - Perrier Awards, "Have I got News For You", comedy panellist, endless chat show appearances [remember how Peter Cook ended up with that ghastly American woman] and the nationwide tour + video.

    Where's Max Miller and his descendants? Somebody who is truly filthy and witty? I hope somebody brings out a cane and smashes Hound's testicles to a pulp.

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    1. Yes, poor old Peter Cook. He appeared alongside Joan Rivers for one season on her dismal British chat show. That was undoubtedly the lowest point of a comedy career that had quite a few low points. I remember when Bernard Manning was a guest on it, Peter Cook retreated into silence, evidently afraid of a toingue-lashing. After about five minutes, Manning looked across at him him, smiled, and said, "You're very funny tonight, Peter." There was no response.

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