Deadly Circus

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OK - politics it's going to have to be then, despite having posted already tonight: I've just read in the Guardian online that upwards of a hundred guards at the British embassy in Kabul have not only been given 'informal' notice that their services are no longer required, as they are indirectly employed via outsourcing firm GardaWorld, but that they are not even 'eligible' for UK government protection, despite some having worked in the service of the embassy and by extension the UK government & its electorate for over a decade. They even helped to get British diplomats safely to the airport for evacuation, before effectively being told '...you're on your own now.' Out-bloody-rageous. Nota bene, the US duly and rightly got their similarly employed guards (same outsourcing company) out of the country with their diplomatic staff. This government of ours simply makes us look crass in the extreme to the rest of the world: uncaring, self-interested and nationalistic. Not in my bloody name.

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  1. Joe Stoner20 August 2021 at 09:24

    Class Struggle mate: They'll give billions to their mates but little people with no support network.... Fuck 'em!!! Speaking of support networks the Afghanis have enjoyed modern comms over the last two decades, I dunno the figures for mobile phones there but I'll assume that someone has made a lot of money selling them and the networks. So social media will be all over the place; IF the reports are true and nice Mr Taliban's actively seeking out the "collaborators" for punishment we may see support networks emerging within these media unless Zuckerberger and his ilk co-operate with Mr Taliban and censor genuine democratic processes. We are NOT where we were 20 years ago!!

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    1. sideways20 August 2021 at 11:48

      Same old shit, different tech...Usenet's still there for using, so to speak ;0)

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