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Having met many lawyers, prison officers, cops and criminals, I would aver that it's a slam dunk that the biggest scumbags, if the term must be used, are the actual criminals. Cops are in second place, then there's a big drop-off.

Touching naivete there...

Re: the 'leader' question--there are many such myths about Hitler in circulation, but the reality was rather different. Lots of people are desperate to attribute some sort of overwhelming personal quality to Hitler, no doubt out of a desire to explain and in some cases justify his rise to power. However, he was simply a political hasardeur who employed brutality and other dishonourable means.

'Narrator'--no doubt you mean 'rhetor' or 'orator'. It's very easy to evoke this impression if all that you do is appeal to your audience's baser instincts. He was loud, he was intense, he performed within highly stylised settings, but a great orator he was not.

'Con'--actually, you'll find that Hitler set out his entire political programme in "Mein Kampf" long before the Machtergreifung. The trouble is that people either didn't read this or didn't take it seriously. In either case, they failed to realise how dangerous it would be to give any kind of prominence to a dim-witted, hate-filled neurotic full of reprehensible, uneducated, late 19th century racist bullshit. While he of course went on to simply violate international law willy-nilly and any kind of agreement with him wasn't worth the paper it was written on, much of it had long been in the public domain, had people only paid attention, which makes what happened all the more tragic. I'll give you 'con' as far as certain political assassinations are concerned, such as those of the SA leadership in the 'Night of the Long Knives'.

Oliver, their teachers have failed them, why should we bother?
Scratch that. They have failed their teachers, etc...

Just leave it. 'Bobbo' has spoken...

Just leave it. 'Bobbo' has spoken...

Christ! Someone makes a bad taste joke and it descends into a poorly researched discussion about the pros and cons of Hitler's management style. Seriously, put the keyboard down and go and do something outside. Maybe, and this is a radical idea given that this is a cycling forum and all, but maybe you could go and ride your bike?

What was I thinking of? Thanks for your good advice.

The Edinburgh Festival was horrific. Relatively young and inexperienced poshos were sent to hostile and remote theatres, although they had been trained and equipped to fight street skirmishes...

Tough crowd...

Well, he did give speeches that enthraled nations.

I think his armed forces did that - enslaved, that is...

And now on Radio Greater Deutschland, your host Adolf runs you through the top tips when annexing the Sudetenland...

Narrator?

This could be interesting:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/article-2196961/Kenny-Dalglish-Liverpool-sacking-revealed--TV--Nick-Harris.html

'Dalglish's Liverpool sacking revealed... on TV'

'could' being the operative word...

dolan is about 40 minutes ride from my house

He got shot dead in Good Cop tonight...

equipped to fight street skirmishes in Northern Ireland, not freezing bogs...

Never been to Northern Ireland then?

Or walk and chew gum...

We'll tell you how to wipe your arse as well if you need help with that...

Wear it with an insouciant panache - oh, hang on....

“Little Johnny is a most shy and insecure boy and is taken to the Circus. Made to sit right in the front by his Auntie, and on come the Clowns. Immediately one runs to him and, thrusting a microphone under his nose says “Are you the front end of an Ass?” “No” says Johnny. “Are you the back end of an Ass” “No” he replies. “Then I declare that you are no-end of an Ass” says the Clown triumphantly. Little johnny runs straight home in tears. His Mum says you must confront your fears to exorcise them from you forever and sends the poor boy back to the Circus the next day, only this time with Uncle Jim who is a master of the quick quip and witty repartie... “Watch your Uncle and learn” says Mum. Next day and poor Johnny is back in the front row, but this time with Uncle Jim master of the quick quip and witty repartie. Enter the Clowns, who this time make for Uncle Jim (master of the quick quip and witty repartie). “Are you the front end of an Ass” they ask Jim, a master of the quick quip and witty repartie. “No” “Are you the back end of an Ass” “No” says Jim, a master of the quick quip and witty repartie. “Then I declare that you are no end of an Ass”... But before the audience could react, Uncle Jim, a master of the quick quip and witty repartie, quick as a flash said “...Fuck off you red nosed, big shoed cunt”.

It's 'repartee', FFS...

[QUOTE=bodieanddoyle;3080900]Where's Balloon Head these days?

EDIT: He started this thread....QUOTE]

Take your religion and shove it where the sun don't shine>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
If I wanted to know about God I'd go to Church. All religious symbols, texts and twitches should be banned from the pitch

Well fucking said. I approve this.
Repped.

Because Scotland's shit and no-one ever visits to give two tits

Yes, that's right dear

Books a month-long arts festival break in Wantage

the pink on your rim lines up with your pedal.

Technically very good, driven/ridden by old people.

Sweeping generalisation.

Fires up Fireblade

Honda

Yup. More Type R than Jazz though...

I own a Specialized (Ford), Cervelo (Audi), Bob Jackson (Morgan) and a Planet X (Hyundai)

Pretty accurate, though I'm not so sure about the last two - Bob Jackson strikes me as more of a Bristol operation, Planet X - Suzuki?

What about Litespeed?

I own a Ford now too. Self-fulfilling prophecy..

Had you figured as a Holden guy...