Snow clearing is not something we are wonderful at in the UK. We don't seem built to withstand more than an inch of the white stuff, but that's probably because we don't get much snow, so we don't get to practice.
This week we had between half a foot and one foot of snow in great areas of the country, and for one day our infrastructure was brought to pretty much of a standstill. Personally it doesn't unhinge me that this happens once every twenty years or so, but the way the commentators and pundits are having a hissy fit you would think we had just experienced the Apocalypse!
Ease up everyone, it snowed, we will clear it up in a day or so and we will survive, I promise.
Taking up this theme it seems as though anything that happens which is remotely negative is someone else's fault. We have truly become imbecilic if we expect someone else to take care of our every need. I know how insidious this is by comparison. I went to Spain a year or so back and was walking down a pavement (sidewalk) and noticing it was uneven turned to my companions and said, "pavements like these wouldn't be allowed in England!" I had caught the dreaded disease of "health and safety!"
This ailment is brought about by groups of little civil servants who exist to eliminate all risk from our lives. It resulted yesterday, when it snowed, with their not allowing any buses to run in London. They did this and stopped most of the trains and underground on the basis that it could be dangerous, not that anything bad had happened, but that it could, therefore it must be stopped from happening.
Of course if we were truly to eliminate risk we would never do anything and then nothing bad could happen, but the unfortunate truth is that nothing good could happen either.
If Health and Safety had been in charge of the financial sector of our economy there is no chance that we could have fallen into the abyss in which we presently find ourselves. However it is equally true that we would never have enjoyed any prosperity prior to the problems.
It is not the natural habitat of mankind to live risk free and never can be. There are bad things and bad people out there who mean us harm, and we'd better be a little toughened up or we won't survive the harsh realities that are sure to find us. Otherwise we will be like the Native American tribes who led a life free of our germs and diseases until we arrived and shared ours with them. The result was the decimation and subjugation of entire civilizations.
We need to be responsible members of our society, for our own benefit and that of each other. Government cannot and must not try to legislate or micro manage every aspect of our lives when the way we behave and treat one another is our own responsibility.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
WhateverNext
In England it snowed overnight. In fact it was the heaviest snow we’ve had for nearly two decades, and the weather forecasters are predicting this is just the start of “the biggest snow event in over a decade.” Put another way, it is snowing heavily. These things are relative; here we panic when the depth of the snow reaches 10 inches, whereas in Canada they moan at 10 feet.
It’s interesting to note that even as the ice caps actually increase and whilst the temperature decreases and our snowfall levels are healthily high the global warming doomsayers persist in their politically correct predictions. According to them we are about to all be flooded by the melting polar ice caps. I challenge them to provide proof. I simply don’t believe them. They are either well –intentioned but stupid, or evil extremists who use any lie to make their insupportable arguments appear correct.
I remember the predictions that these same thought police came up with previously, and all of which proved entirely false. This ignoble tradition began in the 18th century when the first such dire predictions of the earth’s demise were widely circulated. It was announced then that the world’s resources would not be able to feed the population, which was then a fraction of what it is today. It has been proven to be a wildly inaccurate prediction as we’ve been eating well for the intervening 200 years.
Of course there are parts of the world where people do not get enough to eat, but that is due to unfair economic systems, corrupt governments and bad, iniquitous distribution. It has never been due to our inability to meet our production needs.
In the mid 1960’s a book entitled “The Population Bomb” by Paul Erlich predicted that hundreds of millions of people would be starving to death in the 1970’s and 1980’s, and that about 65 million of these people dying of starvation would be in the USA. He went on to state that by the year 2000 England would cease to exist. Plainly Paul is a prat. I don’t want to rub it in too much, but what the hell Paul, you were totally wrong in general and in detail, in fact you were talking out of your politically correct anal orifice. The thing that should concern us all is that Mr Erlich is a member of the Optimum Population Trust despite his not having a clue, and being totally incorrect.
Such bodies as the Optimum Population Trust demand the power to curb the amount of children we can have. Remember that they don’t want you to retain the right to reproduce as you want, but demand that they should decide how many children we should all have. They are the true guardians of Nazi and hard line Communist ideology regarding how much we should reproduce. Welcome to the real Green policy leading to a brave new world.
There are doctors who follow such political beliefs who proudly declare that they will refuse to offer fertility treatment to any women who want to have more than 4 children because they believe this will cause an insupportable strain on the earth’s resources.
Our government’s Green adviser, Joanthon Porritt declared last week that it was “irresponsible” for the people of this great land to have more than 2 children per family because it was creating an unbearable burden on the environment. I suppose this follows that other great example of “Green” democracy and tolerance, The Peoples Republic of China, because they have long enjoyed a 1 child per family policy. Nazi Germany had an even more selective reproduction policy.
The UK is doing its best to be a bastion, a shining light of political correctness. After all this is the country that allowed its local government to ban refuse collections more than once every two weeks for environmental reasons. Perhaps they don’t realize that refuse allowed to stand and rot for a couple of weeks might be a bigger health hazard?
Today, due to the heavy snow, the parks in London were closed for “health and safety” reasons. Yes, we are banned from play in our parks with our kids today, in case we might slip over.
Our milk now has a label on the outside of the carton, because it contains milk, and therefore, if you’re allergic to milk, you shouldn’t drink, er, milk!
On our television and cinema screens we see a multitude of advertisements from our big brother government telling us it is unsafe to have unprotected sex, it is bad to drink and drive, it is bad to take drugs and drive, it is dangerous to cross the road without looking first, it is good to study math, it is very good to study science. I’m astonished they haven’t made a commercial instructing me in the correct manner of how to wipe my bum.
Also, in this proud tradition of freedom and tolerance, we allowed the installation of more than 4,000,000 CCTV cameras that gives us the opportunity to be photographed, one way or another, about 2-400 times per day, every day. These cameras are being enhanced all the time and are now linked in an enormously powerful combination. Some of these cameras come complete with such devices as vehicle license recognition, and soon many with behavior recognition, face recognition and listening and broadcast facilities.
Undaunted we have made it possible, through anti terrorism legislation, for our local councils to install tiny cameras into our refuse bins to make certain that we sort our rubbish in the prescribed manner, or we will be fined.
Local government is using the same legislation to check whether people claiming benefits are actually cohabiting with each other. This is achieved by dispatching council employees to spy on the potentially false claimants. When did it become local governments role to pervert the use of supposedly legitimate anti terrorism legislation to see if man A is having consensual sex with woman B?
Our government informs us that we need to eat less and exercise more. In fact it has been paying for huge advertising campaigns to promote a healthy lifestyle on TV and elsewhere. Don’t they understand that it’s our own choice how we live, diet and exercise? It is not the job of the nanny state to instruct or legislate on such matters.
In fact it is no one’s business, as long as we don’t break existing laws, how we choose to live, where and with whom. Even if I want to drink myself to oblivion, or exercise until I drop or jumping up and down naked and yodeling my head off it's my right and no one is going to take that away. It is my business and no one has the right to tell me otherwise.
This is a battle for freedom and we are allowing it to drift away in a fog of baloney loosely called political correctness and it is probably the most insidious and dangerous assault on our liberties and common sense since the English Civil War.
I have a guaranteed method for controlling the population and relieving stress. All of these politically correct fools who tell everyone else how to live, reproduce etc. should commit collective suicide, then we would all have what we want.
It’s interesting to note that even as the ice caps actually increase and whilst the temperature decreases and our snowfall levels are healthily high the global warming doomsayers persist in their politically correct predictions. According to them we are about to all be flooded by the melting polar ice caps. I challenge them to provide proof. I simply don’t believe them. They are either well –intentioned but stupid, or evil extremists who use any lie to make their insupportable arguments appear correct.
I remember the predictions that these same thought police came up with previously, and all of which proved entirely false. This ignoble tradition began in the 18th century when the first such dire predictions of the earth’s demise were widely circulated. It was announced then that the world’s resources would not be able to feed the population, which was then a fraction of what it is today. It has been proven to be a wildly inaccurate prediction as we’ve been eating well for the intervening 200 years.
Of course there are parts of the world where people do not get enough to eat, but that is due to unfair economic systems, corrupt governments and bad, iniquitous distribution. It has never been due to our inability to meet our production needs.
In the mid 1960’s a book entitled “The Population Bomb” by Paul Erlich predicted that hundreds of millions of people would be starving to death in the 1970’s and 1980’s, and that about 65 million of these people dying of starvation would be in the USA. He went on to state that by the year 2000 England would cease to exist. Plainly Paul is a prat. I don’t want to rub it in too much, but what the hell Paul, you were totally wrong in general and in detail, in fact you were talking out of your politically correct anal orifice. The thing that should concern us all is that Mr Erlich is a member of the Optimum Population Trust despite his not having a clue, and being totally incorrect.
Such bodies as the Optimum Population Trust demand the power to curb the amount of children we can have. Remember that they don’t want you to retain the right to reproduce as you want, but demand that they should decide how many children we should all have. They are the true guardians of Nazi and hard line Communist ideology regarding how much we should reproduce. Welcome to the real Green policy leading to a brave new world.
There are doctors who follow such political beliefs who proudly declare that they will refuse to offer fertility treatment to any women who want to have more than 4 children because they believe this will cause an insupportable strain on the earth’s resources.
Our government’s Green adviser, Joanthon Porritt declared last week that it was “irresponsible” for the people of this great land to have more than 2 children per family because it was creating an unbearable burden on the environment. I suppose this follows that other great example of “Green” democracy and tolerance, The Peoples Republic of China, because they have long enjoyed a 1 child per family policy. Nazi Germany had an even more selective reproduction policy.
The UK is doing its best to be a bastion, a shining light of political correctness. After all this is the country that allowed its local government to ban refuse collections more than once every two weeks for environmental reasons. Perhaps they don’t realize that refuse allowed to stand and rot for a couple of weeks might be a bigger health hazard?
Today, due to the heavy snow, the parks in London were closed for “health and safety” reasons. Yes, we are banned from play in our parks with our kids today, in case we might slip over.
Our milk now has a label on the outside of the carton, because it contains milk, and therefore, if you’re allergic to milk, you shouldn’t drink, er, milk!
On our television and cinema screens we see a multitude of advertisements from our big brother government telling us it is unsafe to have unprotected sex, it is bad to drink and drive, it is bad to take drugs and drive, it is dangerous to cross the road without looking first, it is good to study math, it is very good to study science. I’m astonished they haven’t made a commercial instructing me in the correct manner of how to wipe my bum.
Also, in this proud tradition of freedom and tolerance, we allowed the installation of more than 4,000,000 CCTV cameras that gives us the opportunity to be photographed, one way or another, about 2-400 times per day, every day. These cameras are being enhanced all the time and are now linked in an enormously powerful combination. Some of these cameras come complete with such devices as vehicle license recognition, and soon many with behavior recognition, face recognition and listening and broadcast facilities.
Undaunted we have made it possible, through anti terrorism legislation, for our local councils to install tiny cameras into our refuse bins to make certain that we sort our rubbish in the prescribed manner, or we will be fined.
Local government is using the same legislation to check whether people claiming benefits are actually cohabiting with each other. This is achieved by dispatching council employees to spy on the potentially false claimants. When did it become local governments role to pervert the use of supposedly legitimate anti terrorism legislation to see if man A is having consensual sex with woman B?
Our government informs us that we need to eat less and exercise more. In fact it has been paying for huge advertising campaigns to promote a healthy lifestyle on TV and elsewhere. Don’t they understand that it’s our own choice how we live, diet and exercise? It is not the job of the nanny state to instruct or legislate on such matters.
In fact it is no one’s business, as long as we don’t break existing laws, how we choose to live, where and with whom. Even if I want to drink myself to oblivion, or exercise until I drop or jumping up and down naked and yodeling my head off it's my right and no one is going to take that away. It is my business and no one has the right to tell me otherwise.
This is a battle for freedom and we are allowing it to drift away in a fog of baloney loosely called political correctness and it is probably the most insidious and dangerous assault on our liberties and common sense since the English Civil War.
I have a guaranteed method for controlling the population and relieving stress. All of these politically correct fools who tell everyone else how to live, reproduce etc. should commit collective suicide, then we would all have what we want.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Isms
Just when we thought we were safe along comes the recession. Not many saw it coming, and the few of us who did could do nothing about it except warn anyone who would listen. That does not deter me from warning about the next big hazard that is now ready to stalk our streets.
This outcome of economic disaster is much more dangerous and pernicious than the problems that cause it. I am describing xenophobia and race hate, which originates from fear and ignorance.
Yesterday we saw evidence of this in the UK when wildcat strikes broke out in protest at foreign workers being used to fulfill a contract in an oil refinery. The imported workers are from the European Union and can therefore work legally, without restraint in this country. Furthermore the contract was given after a formal tendering process to an American company, and it was they who sub contracted the labor in from mainland Europe.
I have the sinking feeling that the people who follow “ ‘ism’s” instead of employing their own brains are behind this “spontaneous” wave of protests. I mean followers of Communism, Socialism, and Fascism etc. These people wait any length of time to find an opportunity to fulfill their exclusive utopia. Like any fanatics they believe that they are the followers of the only true religion and there can be no other. That’s the trouble with ‘ism’s, they are mean spirited and vicious. They will only be happy when they have control, and the control must be total, no one else can be allowed to exist. The Taliban in Afghanistan are just another form of this type of extremism, as are Al Queada, Hamas and many others. But we must be very wary of letting anyone open the door even an inch to the creeping extremism.
The pickets in support of the British workers who didn’t get the work are technically illegal. But the big point is that they are emotionally right, it doesn’t feel acceptable for British workers to be out of work whilst their European counterparts are bussed in to fill the vacancies.
It would be even easier for us to make that point if there were not British people working in every other country in the world. We can’t use this economic equation only when it suits us.
This outcome of economic disaster is much more dangerous and pernicious than the problems that cause it. I am describing xenophobia and race hate, which originates from fear and ignorance.
Yesterday we saw evidence of this in the UK when wildcat strikes broke out in protest at foreign workers being used to fulfill a contract in an oil refinery. The imported workers are from the European Union and can therefore work legally, without restraint in this country. Furthermore the contract was given after a formal tendering process to an American company, and it was they who sub contracted the labor in from mainland Europe.
I have the sinking feeling that the people who follow “ ‘ism’s” instead of employing their own brains are behind this “spontaneous” wave of protests. I mean followers of Communism, Socialism, and Fascism etc. These people wait any length of time to find an opportunity to fulfill their exclusive utopia. Like any fanatics they believe that they are the followers of the only true religion and there can be no other. That’s the trouble with ‘ism’s, they are mean spirited and vicious. They will only be happy when they have control, and the control must be total, no one else can be allowed to exist. The Taliban in Afghanistan are just another form of this type of extremism, as are Al Queada, Hamas and many others. But we must be very wary of letting anyone open the door even an inch to the creeping extremism.
The pickets in support of the British workers who didn’t get the work are technically illegal. But the big point is that they are emotionally right, it doesn’t feel acceptable for British workers to be out of work whilst their European counterparts are bussed in to fill the vacancies.
It would be even easier for us to make that point if there were not British people working in every other country in the world. We can’t use this economic equation only when it suits us.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
PoliceNotPoliticsPlease
Tomorrow is my birthday, I shall be approaching the status of an ancient but I still feel like a boy. How did this happen, where did the years go?
Aren’t I that little wide eyed boy pressing every button to ride the elevators up and down the tower blocks at the end of my street with my friends, hoping not to get caught, but confident that I could outrun anyone if we were. Where did the innocence of that first drink, cigarette, kiss or “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” all go?
Perhaps it’s that part of us that form the bedrock of our personalities, the thing that makes us behave a certain way in our later lives. Because along with all the mischief we perpetrated on our neighbors we also learned the rudiments of how to properly behave, what the rules were, and what would happen to you if you disobeyed them.
My first major lesson in this regard came when my friend, Francis Monk, who I shall always blame for leading me astray, and I decided to find out what girls in bathing suits looked like. We were neighbors in West Acton, a quiet suburb of London, in small homes with no pretensions. We were about six years old and the back end of my garden had a heavily wooded area that overlooked the big swimming pool belonging to Haberdasher’s School for Girls. It was the Girls bit that grabbed our boyish attention. The older girls would walk shivering to the poolside, wrapped in large towels, and then, just before they jumped in, they removed their towels. We could see that they had bumps where we had no bumps, and no bumps where we did have bumps. Both of us had done our best to investigate this phenomenon by trying to accidentally enter our bathrooms when our sisters went about their ablutions, but no luck!
We had to take drastic action if we were to find out the secrets of the female form. We didn’t know why, but we knew this was an important part of our quest for knowledge. We consulted with each other and came up with a plan. We would throw a bunch of rocks from the garden into the pool and when the girls jumped in they would hurt their feet and in their astonishment would be forced to jump out of the pool and this would cause them to expose their bumpy bits to our more leisurely inspection.
The night before the appointed day Frances and I climbed the garden shed, quite a feat in itself, something akin to the ascent of the North face of Everest, and, without breaking cover, managed to lob a large arsenal of rocks into the pool. Satisfied with our efforts we went to sleep excited. The next morning arrived, nice and shiny, the warm sun coating our backs as we lay on top of the shed and waited for the girls. Right on schedule they arrived, and clearly these were the big girls, and this was beyond our wildest expectations. They went through their normal ritual of giggling and standing by the pool and dipping their toes in to test the temperature and then finally, there was the brief flash of blue swimming costume as the young ladies jumped into the water.
Within moments there was a great deal of thrashing around, shouting and complaining as their feet found our pointy objects. As planned they all started to jump out of the pool in a mild outbreak of mass hysteria. We forgot all about our covert reconnaissance as we burst into a fit of giggle. As in one of those Vampire movies there was a terrible moment as all the girls and their teacher turned in our direction. The game was up; they clearly knew that we were the guilty parties. We ran without looking back, jumping from our elevated perch, not wanting to hear the accusing voices.
We thought we were safe as there was a major fence between the school and ourselves and were too naïve to understand that it was perhaps foolish to undertake a crime from my own back garden. But nothing happened that day, and being young boys we compared notes about the bumpy bits and decided we needed to do a bit more thorough research.
The next day dawned and there was a ring on our doorbell. I answered it and standing there was the biggest police officer I had ever seen. He was wearing Sergeant’s stripes and was not happy. “Is your mother in? “ He asked, I knew the game was up, and I could feel a dreadful knot in my stomach as I estimated how many years they would lock me up for. I trudged up to my mother, and told her that there was a policeman downstairs for her. “What have you been up to? “ she asked me, on her way downstairs. I intuitively knew it was best not to volunteer an admission of guilt, after all the police man might only be there to arrest someone else she knew so didn’t answer. I would admit nothing under any circumstances; let them provide evidence of my throwing the stones. How could they? I thought hopefully.
I heard a muffled conversation from the front door and my mother, who until then I had loved without reservation came back up the stairs. She looked at me and shook her head, “Get downstairs and talk to the Sergeant.” She instructed. I went, my head bowed, to meet my executioner. When I got to the door he seemed to have grown a bit, he was so big that he was now blocking out the light and all I could see was a giant blue silhouette.
Very calmly the policeman questioned me about what had happened at the swimming pool. I broke down in terror after about ten seconds, and admitted everything. “Your mother has asked me to deal with your punishment,” he intoned, and with that he gave me a belt around my ear. I can still feel the sting, imaging the reddest ear in England, and that was my ear, it was also ringing so badly that I think I can still hear it reverberate if I try hard enough. The policeman continued, “And if I have to come and talk to you about this again I shall lock you up and it will be for a very long time, understood?” I swore I understood perfectly and I did. I have never thrown anything in anyone’s swimming pool ever since, in fact I have had that small boy’s healthy fear and respect of the law ever since.
It’s what I would call common sense policing and perhaps London’s new Metropolitan Commissioner of Police, Sir Paul Stephenson, appointed today, could learn something from such common sense. It is long past time that the men doing this job thought a little less about politics and a bit more about being a police officer.
Aren’t I that little wide eyed boy pressing every button to ride the elevators up and down the tower blocks at the end of my street with my friends, hoping not to get caught, but confident that I could outrun anyone if we were. Where did the innocence of that first drink, cigarette, kiss or “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” all go?
Perhaps it’s that part of us that form the bedrock of our personalities, the thing that makes us behave a certain way in our later lives. Because along with all the mischief we perpetrated on our neighbors we also learned the rudiments of how to properly behave, what the rules were, and what would happen to you if you disobeyed them.
My first major lesson in this regard came when my friend, Francis Monk, who I shall always blame for leading me astray, and I decided to find out what girls in bathing suits looked like. We were neighbors in West Acton, a quiet suburb of London, in small homes with no pretensions. We were about six years old and the back end of my garden had a heavily wooded area that overlooked the big swimming pool belonging to Haberdasher’s School for Girls. It was the Girls bit that grabbed our boyish attention. The older girls would walk shivering to the poolside, wrapped in large towels, and then, just before they jumped in, they removed their towels. We could see that they had bumps where we had no bumps, and no bumps where we did have bumps. Both of us had done our best to investigate this phenomenon by trying to accidentally enter our bathrooms when our sisters went about their ablutions, but no luck!
We had to take drastic action if we were to find out the secrets of the female form. We didn’t know why, but we knew this was an important part of our quest for knowledge. We consulted with each other and came up with a plan. We would throw a bunch of rocks from the garden into the pool and when the girls jumped in they would hurt their feet and in their astonishment would be forced to jump out of the pool and this would cause them to expose their bumpy bits to our more leisurely inspection.
The night before the appointed day Frances and I climbed the garden shed, quite a feat in itself, something akin to the ascent of the North face of Everest, and, without breaking cover, managed to lob a large arsenal of rocks into the pool. Satisfied with our efforts we went to sleep excited. The next morning arrived, nice and shiny, the warm sun coating our backs as we lay on top of the shed and waited for the girls. Right on schedule they arrived, and clearly these were the big girls, and this was beyond our wildest expectations. They went through their normal ritual of giggling and standing by the pool and dipping their toes in to test the temperature and then finally, there was the brief flash of blue swimming costume as the young ladies jumped into the water.
Within moments there was a great deal of thrashing around, shouting and complaining as their feet found our pointy objects. As planned they all started to jump out of the pool in a mild outbreak of mass hysteria. We forgot all about our covert reconnaissance as we burst into a fit of giggle. As in one of those Vampire movies there was a terrible moment as all the girls and their teacher turned in our direction. The game was up; they clearly knew that we were the guilty parties. We ran without looking back, jumping from our elevated perch, not wanting to hear the accusing voices.
We thought we were safe as there was a major fence between the school and ourselves and were too naïve to understand that it was perhaps foolish to undertake a crime from my own back garden. But nothing happened that day, and being young boys we compared notes about the bumpy bits and decided we needed to do a bit more thorough research.
The next day dawned and there was a ring on our doorbell. I answered it and standing there was the biggest police officer I had ever seen. He was wearing Sergeant’s stripes and was not happy. “Is your mother in? “ He asked, I knew the game was up, and I could feel a dreadful knot in my stomach as I estimated how many years they would lock me up for. I trudged up to my mother, and told her that there was a policeman downstairs for her. “What have you been up to? “ she asked me, on her way downstairs. I intuitively knew it was best not to volunteer an admission of guilt, after all the police man might only be there to arrest someone else she knew so didn’t answer. I would admit nothing under any circumstances; let them provide evidence of my throwing the stones. How could they? I thought hopefully.
I heard a muffled conversation from the front door and my mother, who until then I had loved without reservation came back up the stairs. She looked at me and shook her head, “Get downstairs and talk to the Sergeant.” She instructed. I went, my head bowed, to meet my executioner. When I got to the door he seemed to have grown a bit, he was so big that he was now blocking out the light and all I could see was a giant blue silhouette.
Very calmly the policeman questioned me about what had happened at the swimming pool. I broke down in terror after about ten seconds, and admitted everything. “Your mother has asked me to deal with your punishment,” he intoned, and with that he gave me a belt around my ear. I can still feel the sting, imaging the reddest ear in England, and that was my ear, it was also ringing so badly that I think I can still hear it reverberate if I try hard enough. The policeman continued, “And if I have to come and talk to you about this again I shall lock you up and it will be for a very long time, understood?” I swore I understood perfectly and I did. I have never thrown anything in anyone’s swimming pool ever since, in fact I have had that small boy’s healthy fear and respect of the law ever since.
It’s what I would call common sense policing and perhaps London’s new Metropolitan Commissioner of Police, Sir Paul Stephenson, appointed today, could learn something from such common sense. It is long past time that the men doing this job thought a little less about politics and a bit more about being a police officer.
Monday, January 26, 2009
ShameOnUsAll
When I was growing up in the austerity of post war England we had some certainties in our confined universe. Our country could always beat the Germans in a fight, our music and fashion were the best, our police were the best and our bureaucrats and politicians were boring, straight and efficient. Oh how sadly things have changed.
The Insight column in Britain’s Sunday Times newspaper yesterday exposed four members of the House of Lords who it is alleged, accepted bribes to amend legislation. Today one of the Lords implicated stood up in our second House of Parliament and admitted he had accepted the offer of money in this manner but didn’t feel he had done anything wrong. He went on to add that he apologized if he had done something they considered wrong.
What world do these people inhabit? It is entirely wrong and deplorable behavior for any member of our political elite to accept money from anyone, ever, to do the job they were put in place and are well paid to do. It is even more worrying that their Lordships don’t appear to understand that they have done something wrong.
There is now some evidence that this is just one example of this legislation fixing. When you listen to the tapes already in the public domain recorded by the Insight team it soon becomes clear that there has been long-term endemic corruption of this kind in the House of Lords
The second house of the British Parliament is, it is now clear, used for this form of corruption because the elected House of Commons is too tightly regulated for anyone to get away with it. Ironically even if the House of Lords find their peers guilty the only punishment that can be imposed is for the colleagues to refuse to listen to them speak in a debate. There is little wonder that these greedy, grubby little men would risk such opprobrium for the large sums of cash seemingly on offer.
I am hugely disappointed that our previously revered system of government has allowed this awful pattern of action to become a part of the covert political reality of our country. We have to examine both ourselves and our country in light of this awful expose. How could such reprehensible actions exist in our society? Why do seemingly upstanding businesses feel it is appropriate or permissible to offer bribes to our legislators?
It is vital that the laws are changed so that the next time someone behaves like this in the House of Lords they will get thrown into jail for a very long time. Otherwise the citizens of our country will have no trust in their leaders or moral compass from those of whom we rightfully expect more.
The Insight column in Britain’s Sunday Times newspaper yesterday exposed four members of the House of Lords who it is alleged, accepted bribes to amend legislation. Today one of the Lords implicated stood up in our second House of Parliament and admitted he had accepted the offer of money in this manner but didn’t feel he had done anything wrong. He went on to add that he apologized if he had done something they considered wrong.
What world do these people inhabit? It is entirely wrong and deplorable behavior for any member of our political elite to accept money from anyone, ever, to do the job they were put in place and are well paid to do. It is even more worrying that their Lordships don’t appear to understand that they have done something wrong.
There is now some evidence that this is just one example of this legislation fixing. When you listen to the tapes already in the public domain recorded by the Insight team it soon becomes clear that there has been long-term endemic corruption of this kind in the House of Lords
The second house of the British Parliament is, it is now clear, used for this form of corruption because the elected House of Commons is too tightly regulated for anyone to get away with it. Ironically even if the House of Lords find their peers guilty the only punishment that can be imposed is for the colleagues to refuse to listen to them speak in a debate. There is little wonder that these greedy, grubby little men would risk such opprobrium for the large sums of cash seemingly on offer.
I am hugely disappointed that our previously revered system of government has allowed this awful pattern of action to become a part of the covert political reality of our country. We have to examine both ourselves and our country in light of this awful expose. How could such reprehensible actions exist in our society? Why do seemingly upstanding businesses feel it is appropriate or permissible to offer bribes to our legislators?
It is vital that the laws are changed so that the next time someone behaves like this in the House of Lords they will get thrown into jail for a very long time. Otherwise the citizens of our country will have no trust in their leaders or moral compass from those of whom we rightfully expect more.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
EndMultiCulturalism
It has recently become acceptable to demonize an entire religion for the actions of some maniacs in their midst. I am writing about Islam. I am not an expert on this religion and as far as I am concerned, if they left everyone else alone I wouldn’t bother with them any more than I would Catholics or Hindus or any other religion.
In the last few months I have received an ever-growing number of hateful messages aimed at the Islamic world. If they were aimed at any other group there would be a huge outcry. I wonder if people who read my articles believe that because I am a Zionist and a supporter of Israel’s right to exist as a Jewish state that I would automatically hate Islam. For the record my support of Israel has no bearing on my respect for Islam as a religion.
However my contempt for Islamic extremists runs deep. They are selfish bullies who follow an obscenely tunnel visioned and warped version of their religion that has no place in a democracy. They demand that everyone live in a Caliphate in which we all have to be devout Muslims or die. These are the same kind of people as those that run the terrorist group in Gaza, Hamas, who publicly state it is now legitimate to kill all Jews wherever they are, even the Jewish children. The same people as the Taliban in Afghanistan, who have stoned people to death for adultery and poured acid into the faces of young girls who dared to attend school. The same people who killed over 3,000 innocent civilians working in a couple of buildings in New York on 9/11.
Don’t ever confuse the legitimate reactions of self-defense and self -preservation with the awful acts of carnage that provoke us. The spin -doctors of extreme Islam has so confused our Western population that they now confuse the victims with the culprits. It is no longer questioned that it is legitimate to attack our values and us but improbably we constrain ourselves and limit our reactions. We must continue to do so or we will sink to the level of the gutter with our enemies who confuse our courtesy, civility and hospitality with weakness and foolishness.
Make no mistake the Islamic extremists remain dangerous and are working hard to destabilize and destroy any society which doesn’t conform to their dreams of a Caliphate and they will do anything to reach that goal.
We must not be idiotic in the way we combat such lunacy nor can we ignore the threat however unpalatable that may be to their well intentioned fellow traveling nincompoops of the liberal left who want to pretend no such threat exists. It would be easy to adopt the tactics of the Nazis to beat down this threat but that would, perversely, only encourage the militant Islamic extremists further.
Instead of our reducing ourselves to circulating hateful propaganda to match the venomous poison of this mad fringe of the Muslim world we should be doing all we can to eradicate their falsehoods. We can only do this with intelligence, wisdom and wit.
Our leaders must launch a coordinated campaign of public relations aimed to penetrate the ghettoized world the Muslim minority inhabits.
We must immediately abandon the failed experiment of multi culturalism that has contaminated our Western societies during persistent waves of immigration.
We must facilitate integration and abandon any thoughts of a separate society living within a larger society. For a start that means that students in our education system have to learn the language of their host country and there should be no attempt to cater to their mother tongues.
We must support other democracies with all we have so that we can defend ourselves in this continuing war for the survival of our civilization. Make no mistake this is a war in all but name. At the moment it is mainly a war of ideas, philosophy and words, but in many places in the world the war is already punctuated by the sound of bullets. We must wake up to this real threat and confront it without losing what we are and what we must value.
In the last few months I have received an ever-growing number of hateful messages aimed at the Islamic world. If they were aimed at any other group there would be a huge outcry. I wonder if people who read my articles believe that because I am a Zionist and a supporter of Israel’s right to exist as a Jewish state that I would automatically hate Islam. For the record my support of Israel has no bearing on my respect for Islam as a religion.
However my contempt for Islamic extremists runs deep. They are selfish bullies who follow an obscenely tunnel visioned and warped version of their religion that has no place in a democracy. They demand that everyone live in a Caliphate in which we all have to be devout Muslims or die. These are the same kind of people as those that run the terrorist group in Gaza, Hamas, who publicly state it is now legitimate to kill all Jews wherever they are, even the Jewish children. The same people as the Taliban in Afghanistan, who have stoned people to death for adultery and poured acid into the faces of young girls who dared to attend school. The same people who killed over 3,000 innocent civilians working in a couple of buildings in New York on 9/11.
Don’t ever confuse the legitimate reactions of self-defense and self -preservation with the awful acts of carnage that provoke us. The spin -doctors of extreme Islam has so confused our Western population that they now confuse the victims with the culprits. It is no longer questioned that it is legitimate to attack our values and us but improbably we constrain ourselves and limit our reactions. We must continue to do so or we will sink to the level of the gutter with our enemies who confuse our courtesy, civility and hospitality with weakness and foolishness.
Make no mistake the Islamic extremists remain dangerous and are working hard to destabilize and destroy any society which doesn’t conform to their dreams of a Caliphate and they will do anything to reach that goal.
We must not be idiotic in the way we combat such lunacy nor can we ignore the threat however unpalatable that may be to their well intentioned fellow traveling nincompoops of the liberal left who want to pretend no such threat exists. It would be easy to adopt the tactics of the Nazis to beat down this threat but that would, perversely, only encourage the militant Islamic extremists further.
Instead of our reducing ourselves to circulating hateful propaganda to match the venomous poison of this mad fringe of the Muslim world we should be doing all we can to eradicate their falsehoods. We can only do this with intelligence, wisdom and wit.
Our leaders must launch a coordinated campaign of public relations aimed to penetrate the ghettoized world the Muslim minority inhabits.
We must immediately abandon the failed experiment of multi culturalism that has contaminated our Western societies during persistent waves of immigration.
We must facilitate integration and abandon any thoughts of a separate society living within a larger society. For a start that means that students in our education system have to learn the language of their host country and there should be no attempt to cater to their mother tongues.
We must support other democracies with all we have so that we can defend ourselves in this continuing war for the survival of our civilization. Make no mistake this is a war in all but name. At the moment it is mainly a war of ideas, philosophy and words, but in many places in the world the war is already punctuated by the sound of bullets. We must wake up to this real threat and confront it without losing what we are and what we must value.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
TheManComesAround
Today I welcome President Barack Obama to his new post. Ironically, as I started to write this article the play list I was listening to automatically selected Johnny Cash singing “The Man Comes Around”. There could not be a more appropriate theme tune for the next few years. “ Behold a white horse,” sings Cash, and the question is stark, is our society ready to die an ignominious death or is there some glory yet to be won by us in ways yet unimagined if we follow the black man riding our white horse?
There are, without doubt, wholly unrealistic expectations for Obama that he couldn’t fulfill even if he were the Messiah, which for the sake of those of you too dewy eyed to realize, he isn’t and doesn’t claim to be.
We understand the sheer excitement and exuberance of the day brought about because the man is seen as the natural inheritor of greatness bestowed on the first African American to achieve the dream passed to him directly from the founding fathers, through Abraham Lincoln via Martin Luther King.
The rest of the world, almost without exception, shares America’s excitement about today’s events. The reason for this is that the world actually likes and admires America. We share many common dreams and aspirations, and the world wants America to do well but it no longer enjoys America acting as the lone gunfighter taking on the guy in the black hat alone. Now the time has come for a series of genuine partnerships built around political consensus. Both the problems and solutions are global. Obama clearly understands this and we can only hope that this is the path he intends to pursue, even when the going gets tough.
Obama passed the first test, which wasn’t easy, in winning the Primaries against some super tough opposition in the person of Hillary Clinton who he later had the good sense to appoint as his Secretary of State; he then vanquished a creditable and honest competitor in John McCain. But that is now just history, and today the clock starts on the new President and what he can actually achieve in office.
There will inevitably be a honeymoon period when everything the newly elected President does is viewed in a rosy hue that lends brilliance and luster to his every action. Because of the unique circumstances surrounding his inauguration, turning it into more of a coronation, it’s likely this period might last more than a year. Lest you forget Prime Minister Blair and President Bush both had remarkably successful honeymoon periods in office but left under clouds of suspicion and loathing.
We can only use today to pause and speculate on the enormity and complexity of the problems facing Obama. No incoming President has had as much to deal with on day one in office. Not just a total financial and economic collapse, but two wars and problems in the Near and Middle East, Latin America and we could go on, but it would just serve to depress what should be a day of celebration and joy that this man’s perceived ability alone has catapulted him to the highest elected office in the world. Can we dare hope that this man is the lever around which we find the tipping point where America and the West reassert its moral purpose and compass? It would be wonderful if this were the case.
America needs a great leader and the darkest hour is just before the dawn. Whatever our personal views on Margaret Thatcher she took the UK from an ungovernable economic basket case and totally turned it around, so one motivated and determined person of enormous vision can lead us and save the situation. One person can make a difference, is Obama that man?
The world joins America in praying for the new President to be as good as he looks and sounds, we could all do with some calm, astute and well intentioned leadership shaped by humanity, intelligence and heart. The world welcomes President Barack Obama.
There are, without doubt, wholly unrealistic expectations for Obama that he couldn’t fulfill even if he were the Messiah, which for the sake of those of you too dewy eyed to realize, he isn’t and doesn’t claim to be.
We understand the sheer excitement and exuberance of the day brought about because the man is seen as the natural inheritor of greatness bestowed on the first African American to achieve the dream passed to him directly from the founding fathers, through Abraham Lincoln via Martin Luther King.
The rest of the world, almost without exception, shares America’s excitement about today’s events. The reason for this is that the world actually likes and admires America. We share many common dreams and aspirations, and the world wants America to do well but it no longer enjoys America acting as the lone gunfighter taking on the guy in the black hat alone. Now the time has come for a series of genuine partnerships built around political consensus. Both the problems and solutions are global. Obama clearly understands this and we can only hope that this is the path he intends to pursue, even when the going gets tough.
Obama passed the first test, which wasn’t easy, in winning the Primaries against some super tough opposition in the person of Hillary Clinton who he later had the good sense to appoint as his Secretary of State; he then vanquished a creditable and honest competitor in John McCain. But that is now just history, and today the clock starts on the new President and what he can actually achieve in office.
There will inevitably be a honeymoon period when everything the newly elected President does is viewed in a rosy hue that lends brilliance and luster to his every action. Because of the unique circumstances surrounding his inauguration, turning it into more of a coronation, it’s likely this period might last more than a year. Lest you forget Prime Minister Blair and President Bush both had remarkably successful honeymoon periods in office but left under clouds of suspicion and loathing.
We can only use today to pause and speculate on the enormity and complexity of the problems facing Obama. No incoming President has had as much to deal with on day one in office. Not just a total financial and economic collapse, but two wars and problems in the Near and Middle East, Latin America and we could go on, but it would just serve to depress what should be a day of celebration and joy that this man’s perceived ability alone has catapulted him to the highest elected office in the world. Can we dare hope that this man is the lever around which we find the tipping point where America and the West reassert its moral purpose and compass? It would be wonderful if this were the case.
America needs a great leader and the darkest hour is just before the dawn. Whatever our personal views on Margaret Thatcher she took the UK from an ungovernable economic basket case and totally turned it around, so one motivated and determined person of enormous vision can lead us and save the situation. One person can make a difference, is Obama that man?
The world joins America in praying for the new President to be as good as he looks and sounds, we could all do with some calm, astute and well intentioned leadership shaped by humanity, intelligence and heart. The world welcomes President Barack Obama.
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