Hindsight Bias Is Perfect

Philip Howard uses the title phrase and it struck a chord with me.

His lecture is on the law. How it has spun out of control in the USA, but something which also matches the UK experience of late. Here we are, after 13 years of a Labour government, with 4,300 new crimes on the books, (83% from the EU) and a further 120,000 new regulations (these ALL come to us from Brussels) that strangle business. With hindsight, we can be sure that we did not need the 4,300 new crimes, and we certainly didn't need the 120,000 new regulations that the EU drown us with, but, (even though I am not a law practitioner), I knew before that we didn't need them. I call my gift foresight. I needed no special training, and I did not even need 7 years at law school to know that an over-abundance of law stifles everyone. Everyone is hurt by that one law which came into being to protect just one imbecile.

Mr Howard quotes Edison in his lecture: "Hell no, we don't have any rules and regulations around here. We're trying to get something done". How many humans, and how many businesses, would get an awful lot more done if they weren't bogged down by petty regulations, whose only purpose is to keep whey-faced pecksniffs in a job?

An interesting 18 minutes. I felt that it was time well spent. I know it is US centric, but as I keep saying, when they sneeze, we catch a cold.

CR.

The Devil's Eye

This set of three videos comes to us from the far-seeing, insightful, and utterly logical Timothy AntiTerrorist.

It will cost you 30 minutes. Give it a go.

As the man says: Wake up. Stay awake.

CR.

Hey! Teacher! Leave Them Kids Alone

It is high time, I think, that we looked at education in the developed world.

(I took the liberty of liberating the image below from  Taking Liberties which is a favourite haunt of mine).

 

"And with this finger, children, you can caress his prostate. A vital tip for boys and girls alike".

Very late in my life I realised that my 14 years at school were utterly wasted. I learnt nothing of value, not really. I learnt how to read, which was lucky, because I happened to love reading. Before I was 10 years old I was reading at 16 year old level. About fifteen years ago I trained as a literacy tutor. It was a voluntary thing, and I would visit people in their homes to teach them basic reading skills. My evaluation (when I had completed the training) confirmed that I read at an 18 year old level. I met some wonderful folks who had been fooling their families, and their employers for years, and it was very satisfying and fulfilling to know that you had offered genuine help to someone who needed these basic, vital skills. One who had, for various reasons, never been taught to read and write properly at school. Once you know what to look for you can spot someone with literacy problems in seconds. Just to put this into perspective, over 65% of children leave school with a reading age of 12 or lower. And for most, this is enough for them to lead happy and productive lives. Sort of.

Imagine though, just how much more successful these people could be if they left with a reading age of 16 or 18?

That concept will have to remain firmly in your imagination, because our kids are getting progressively dumber. It is by design. It is deliberately engineered. And, in my opinion, it should lead to the arrest and incarceration of every education minister for the last fifty years.

Let me explain.

(I am quoting chunks of a brilliant book by The Antiterrorist. His research is second to none. I will give details of the book at the end of the piece).

Shortly after Prussia had taken a severe kicking by Napoleon, they decided to set up a compulsory education system. The year was 1819 and they set up a tiered education system. Those selected for political office were sent to Acadamie and represented around half of one percent of all schoolchildren. Those destined to assist the policy-makers (engineers, architects, lawyers and doctors), around 5.5%, were educated at Realschulen, and the remaining 94%, who were to be taught very little, apart from "Harmony, obedience, and freedom from stressful thinking", were sent to Volkschulen. Essentially they were trained to do as they were told by the other 6%. Have a look at education today, and you will find that almost nothing has changed.

In fact, read this quote from Medford Evans and George R. Clark, written in 1944:

"In every society where there is a ruling class there is one kind of education for rulers and another for the ruled. Vocational training, which confines itself to teaching skills, tends to limit the individual's interest in general social problems and to discourage intelligent participation in political life. As such, it is the ideal education for the servants of the ruling class. It is sharply distinguished from a vital program of liberal education such as that which provides a broad general training for rulers....The real issue is a political rather than an academic one: how widely available should a liberal education be? There is no more radical and democratic idea afloat than that of providing a liberal education for everyone".

We leave school as drones, fit for almost nothing. We are selected for employment based on the few skills we picked up, or showed a competence at, and from there we are advised which careers we should follow. Only rarely do the very bright kids get a shot at something different. Most of us are taught just enough to ensure that we avoid critical thinking. That job goes to those that can afford a private education. We are the cattle, the droids, the unthinkers, here only to ensure that the rulers are served, and served well.

The answer, is, of course, home-schooling. Have you noticed a tendency of late for a) more parents to opt for home-schooling and b) the governments resistance to this new desire of parents who, after all, only want to do what most parents do: prepare their offspring for a happy, healthy, successful life? The Ministry of (un)Education insist that children must go to school with other children, and that they must interact with their peers.

Not so, says David W. Kirkpatrick of the Heartland Institute:

"A 1960 study for the Smithsonian Institution by Harold McCurdy concluded that genius is more likely to develop among children who spend more time with their parents and other adults, spend less time with their peers, and have freedom to work out their fantasies. McCurdy also suggested the public school system tends to do the reverse and restrict the development of geniuses".

Before you rush to blame your parents, remember that public schooling is an attractive thing for them. The kids are out of the way for the day, and someone else is responsible for them. This leaves them free to work, rest and play during the week. It's a good deal for them. The teachers too, are blameless. They are taught how and what to teach. They are merely following orders. Churn out as many as you can with a few certificates so that they can enter society and become useful and productive. For those that misbehave, gaol awaits, ensuring many thousands of public sector jobs. For those that cannot grasp that basic stuff, and leave with no papers, there are hundreds of thousands of menial, low paid jobs to be done. It's a win-win for all concerned. Meanwhile, the elite are being educated properly at the best schools in the land.

Ed Balls, and his minions, have decided that your five year old child needs to know about sex. Not just heterosexual practises, but every deviation known to man, hence the caption under the picture. Your children need to be taught that black kids, asian kids, muslims, jews, and christians are all exactly the same. Except we are not. We are from diverse cultures and we are a pot pourri nation. Your children must be taught to avoid offending the over-sensitive, that bullying is bad, conformity is good, and that their papers will ensure happiness. But the most heinous thing they are indoctrinated with, in my opinion, is that whatever goes wrong in their lives, they are not responsible for it. Someone else is to blame. Games are restricted to those that can be played while being covered head to toe in cotton wool, and risks must be avoided at all costs. Until very recently, I believed this to be a bad thing. Now that I look at the education of our prime cattle herd from the governments standpoint, it all makes sense. We don't want, or need, individual animals going off the reservation. We need them to do and die. We need taxes, goddammit, and a steady flow at that. If kids start to leave school with ideas above their station, that funding is in jeopardy. They may just find out that life, as they know it, is an illusion.

This is a huge subject. What you learn at school pretty much determines the outcome of the rest of your life. I will need to revisit the subject to open out the debate, but I hope that I have laid out the fundamentals here. I hope that I have adequately explained why the system we have is engineered, and why it absolutely must continue to dumb our kids down. A nation of 61 million people, all with the ability to think, to rationalise, and to weigh up every situation they come across with no help from the authorities, must be avoided at all costs. It cannot be allowed to happen. And they ensure that it does not. Our dependency on them is critical for the illusion to continue.

This piece is an amalgam of information from The Antiterrorist's Handbook and some of my own observations. 

I fully recommend buying the book and studying its contents. The tagline on the back says "Thinking for yourself is the new black". I could not agree more. You can visit here to buy the book: The Antiterrorist.

As always, you are most welcome to dump your thoughts in the comments section.

CR.

143 down, 503 to go

I are back.

An eventful and successful trip. I won't bore you with the details but I will say that after 9 years I finally have a deal with the Libyan authorities. (Although my most recent efforts concern the last six months, I have been trying to get this done since 2001). It bodes well for my company's future and for mine. It also means that I will be spending most of my days and nights in Tripoli for the foreseeable future. Certainly well into 2011 as I create and grow our company office there. It could have been worse: they could have asked me to work in Zimbabwe, or, Gawd forbid, the UK.

I was inordinately pleased to see that 143 troughers MPs have decided to throw in the towel. My latest count was 135 so you can imagine my joy and its sudden unbridlement. (I know it's not a real word, but it works for me). We only have 503 left to convince that they are about as useful as a todger on a eunuch.

Our Nige has done us proud again with some choice insults for Herman von Whothefuckareyou. I do love to see that man Farage in action. He says what no-one else dares to say, and he does it well. Yes, it got a little personal, but I believe him to be right when he uses shock tactics to wake up the benign little world of the EU.

I was also pleased to see Bullygate get a fair old airing. That the prime mentalist is not playing with a full deck must now be obvious even to the most ardent X Factorite.

The government continue their fight to part Ranty and his hard earned. I now have two letters to deal with: one from Companies House, and one from HMRC. I have spanners to throw into each of their works and will report back on progress. I can tell you now that neither responded in substance. This is key critical in law. I see though that I have more education to dispense.

I'd like to say that it's good to be back.

I'd like to say that, but I cannot. The north east of Scotland is covered in global warming again and driving home from the airport last night was a dangerous and scary experience. Cars littered the fields and some gormless twat decided that it was clever to drive just 10 feet from my rear end. I educated him by randomly applying my brakes. He got the message after about five miles and backed off.

So, what's been going on in your world?

CR.

Money From Nothin'

Right back at the beginning of this bloglet I said that money is magicked out of thin air.

Many said I was delusional, or they humoured me. Some bloggers called me an outright liar.

Today I can reveal that my words were true.

Hover over the title, click and open the Bank of England quarterly report. To save you the trouble of reading the entire thing, (which is as dry as dust), scroll down to page 103. Here you can read the BoE themselves admit to this stunning conjuror's trick. They have been at it for quite a while. Were you taught this nifty trick at school? Are your kids being informed about the banks pretending to loan money when it is the lender themselves that cause the money to exist? Thought not.

YOU create money. No-one else. The bank does NOT lend you money from a big pile of notes in the vault. It goes onto their balance sheet the very instant that you sign the loan/mortgage form.

In law, this is fraud. A contract has to be fair. Both sides must offer equal consideration. Or, they used to. Take out a loan today and YOU create the money, then lash yourself to the "debt" until YOU have repaid back the capital and whatever interest Mr Smiley Banker added to the "loan".

Imagine: you have borrowed created a new loan worth £250,000. That money simply did not exist anywhere on planet earth until you autographed the paperwork. You make a couple of payments, then you decide to contest the "loan". You end up in court and you demand to see the banks accounts and you demand to see how they have suffered a loss because YOU stopped making the repayments. The bank cannot show a loss because they loaned you absolutely nothing of value, nothing from their vaults, and certainly nothing from their depositors funds. Your autograph whistled the money into existence. They did nothing, they risked nothing, they stand to lose.....erm.....nothing. (Well, for arguments sake, they DID organise the paperwork. One months repayment ought to more than cover that).

In plain English: your autograph morphs into a promise to pay. That promise is good enough for them to transfer the money to your account.

For the first time, we can now support these statements. Freefolk are far from stupid. The evidence is right there in front of our unseeing eyes. I need to thank BBD over at the Freeman On The Land forum for this great find.

You want to see the confession, don't you?

Your 'umble captain is happy to oblige:

"...banks extend credit by simply increasing the borrowing customer’s current account, which can be paid away to wherever the borrower wants by the bank ‘writing a cheque on itself’. That is, banks extend credit by creating money."

I have deliberately over-simplified what needs to be done. I do not advise you to do anything until you are absolutely certain of the actions you may take.

CR.

Scannergate

It was only a matter of time before someone called it that....

You need to put aside any thoughts that this vile device has anything to do with security.

What we should do instead, is follow the money.

Nothing else needs to be said. The report is embedded in the title.

Tip of the beret to Webby. Again. An excellent resource. Go. Read. Be enraged.

CR.

ZaNuLabour Horror Show

Alternative title: A Vote For Labour Is A Vote For This

Or, we can just go with this one:

Ranty salutes ukwebspider for the first six scary pictures.

CR.

Fuck YOU, Brown.

March is spitting distance away and word reaches Ranty Barracks that Colostomy Brown may call a general election before his popularity reaches new lows.

A timely reminder to any Brown fans is in order. Quite how anyone with two operating brain cells would vote for this Destroyer Of Nations is beyond my comprehension.

Remember: Brown gave billions of OUR £££'s to the banks. He saddled us all with debt that will take us decades to repay. The banks should have been allowed to fail. Just like any other business that screwed up.

Fuck you, Brown.

Remember: Brown sold OUR gold when the price was at rock bottom. Any 12 year old can tell you that you buy low and sell high. Not the other way around.

Fuck you, Brown.

Remember: Brown puts OUR sons and daughters in harms way every single day in Afghanistan. He risks fuck all. OUR brave servicemen and women come home in body bags. They come home with fewer limbs than they left with and are treated like shit in filthy hospitals. They are under-equipped, under-paid, and over-exposed. Meanwhile, Chinooks, so badly needed to transport our troops, gather dust in a warehouse because Brown pissed OUR money away on quangos and God knows what else.

Fuck you, Brown.

Remember: Brown neglected to put away OUR money for a rainy day. He squandered OUR money during the good years and there's fuck all now it's pissing down.

Fuck you, Brown.

Remember: Brown ensures that 33 new pieces of legislation are rubber-stamped every month. These "laws" fuck up OUR lives, not his. MPs are strangely immune from this legislation that we scum are supposed to obey.

Fuck you, Brown.

Remember this, and never, ever forget it: Brown gave OUR country away to a bunch of corrupt, unaccountable, utterly contemptible cunts in Brussels. He never asked MY permission. Did he ask YOU? All his other "mistakes" I can forgive. But not that. Not now, not ever.

Fuck you, Brown.

If none of the above has affected YOU, maybe something on this list did? 

Or maybe this one?

What about all those broken promises?

Have you forgotten that maniacal control freakery? 

Perhaps it's crime that boils your piss?

Thinking about the cheeeeldren? Labour fucked them up too.

No kids? Never been a victim of crime? Don't care about the cameras and the intrusions?

Did you ever need a doctor, or a hospital?

You may be concerned about OUR economy.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, you need to be reminded about what they did to our pensioners.

If a company you were buying services from failed YOU in any one of the areas mentioned above, would you seriously still be doing business with them? Would you still trust them? Would you believe a single fucking word they said?

Make no mistake, the Labour Party IS a business. They just happen to be fucking useless at it.

When the time comes, you will be faced with a choice:

Vote for Brown, or vote for someone who might actually be better at this than he and his fetid party are.

Brown, and the Labour Party have been fucking you for 13 years.

Is it not high time we all said, loudly, and clearly:

FUCK. YOU. BROWN.

I fully intend to.

Join me. Let's get our country back.

CR.

Got Red Dots?

Should I be reaching for my Bacofoil beret, or is this yet another reason to be fearful?

 

Take a look at 11-11 News. This is a very disturbing change in tactic from the agents of those that pretend to be in charge.

Not content with their childish Fixated Threat method of removing the dissenters, now they are actively marking out the "trouble-causers" for future attention.

Look:

"Red List - These people are the enemies of the NWO. They are the leaders of patriot groups, outspoken ministers, outspoken talk show hosts, community leaders, and even probably NET leaders. These people will be dragged out of their homes at 4:00 am and will be taken to FEMA detention centers and killed. This will take place approximately 2 weeks before martial law is enforced.

Blue List - these are also enemies of the NWO, but are followers of the Red List folks. These people will be rounded up after martial law is in place, and will be taken to the detention centers and 're-educated'. Various mind-control techniques will used on them. Most will not survive this. Mr. Springmeier was not specific on exactly who was on the Blue List, but I would guess that people such as you and I are on that list.

Yellow List - these are citizens who know nothing about the NWO and don't want to know. They are considered to be no threat at all and will be instructed as to how to behave and will most likely do whatever they are told. Unfortunately there are too many of these to be effectively controlled, so many will be killed or starved."

Before you all start sending me valium, I am not saying this is true, I am merely sharing with you a new phenomenon that appears to be occurring in the new world.

If you have issues with the truthiness of the claim, don't be shooting the messenger.

If it is real, we should be worried. Very worried indeed.

Hundreds of us bloggers should be aware, and on the look out for the British version of this fucking madness.

UPDATE 23/02/2010:-Please see the comment by Pavlov's Cat. This has been debunked as nothing more harmful than a system to inform delivery people of who gets what paper on which day. Still, I am happy to be corrected. A more sinister outcome would have had me up nights. (Although I am certain that "they" know where I live already.....). Thank you PC for letting us know. NOTE TO SELF: Improve research methods.

CR.

I Want One Of These

How cool is this picture? It comes to us courtesy of Mud In The Blood.

 

Lovely, innit?

CR.

Bye Chief!

This is a weird story.

All of a sudden, many police chiefs in the USA have resigned.

Take a look at this and let me know what you think.

Several theories are doing the rounds: from economic meltdown (in under thirty days) to rioting, to states seceding from the US.

I stopped believing in coincidences a long time ago.

Something is afoot.

But what?

CR.

Hunting For Boys...

Yes, yes, I know. The title doesn't do me any favours. I'll explain later.

This is Day Six of my trip to Libya. I can confirm that I have had two (count 'em) hot meals since I arrived. There isn't a lack of hot food in Tripoli, but there is a lack of an oven in my villa. As a consequence, I are been mostly eating...sangwitches. This bothers me not a jot. The alternative is to brave the streets of Tripoli at night. I may have mentioned the driving skills of these very nice people in the past-1.8 million people in this city-and not a driving license between them. This city, I hasten to add, is safer than Fort Knox during a lock-down. Crime is non-existent and if I ever get lost, the simple act of flagging down a car and asking for directions results in the driver ordering you into his vehicle and he will run you home. The journey is often terrifying and I see little of it. Eyes shut tight and clinging on to the "Jesus handle" above the passenger door is how I travel. Walking along, or God forbid, attempting to cross a road, is strictly for adrenaline junkies.

About 12 feet from my bedroom window is a large mosque. I am treated to an early morning wake up call by the wailing muezzin. It bothered me for the first couple of mornings but I don't even hear him now. Despite the one billion watt sub-woofers he wails through.

My meetings go well. How can they not when there is an ashtray on every boardroom table? I do, however, need to arrange a bladder extension. I have consumed record amounts of tea. Hot and sweet and laced with mint, it is sure to be good for something.

I notice that you bastards have not revolted in my absence. I also notice that the climate change people are all confessing to their lies. Spidey warmed my heart cockles when I read this climb down.

A further trip down my bloglist revealed that Leggy dealt with the "infected" cigarettes, ably abetted by Dick of the family Puddlecote. The non-story reminded me of the time they (the bansturbators) tried to tell us that our tabs were jammed with Polonium 210. This was timely, as that Russian geezer had just been fed a kilo of the stuff by someone to silence him. They forgot to tell everyone that Polonium 210 has a half-life of 130 days and that cigarettes, once manufactured, are stored for up to three years before they hit the shelves down at the Kwik E Mart. They also disremembered to inform us that Polonium 210 is present (in much larger amounts) in all of our broad leaved vegetables. And, erm, the Polonium is still very much alive as the veggies chow down on their salads. These same health-freaks then try to tell us how dangerous our smokes are? Do fuck off.

While we are all remembering stuff, do pop over to The Talking Clock to see what they have been remembering. Colostomy Brown seems to forget that stuff he said doesn't just fade away, unlike Polonium 210.

That's me. I just fancied a scribble.

What?

Oh, the boys.

I am the only occupant of this villa, and my host is concerned for my well-being. He has decided that "we must hunt for a boy".

"A boy?", asks Ranty.

"Oh yes," says mine host, "We need to find a boy to run around after you. Make coffee, run to the shops, and be the security guy at night".

"I don't need a boy", I said, "I can manage just fine on my own. I can make my own coffee and walk to the shops myself".

"No", says my new bezzie mate, "We must find you a boy. Of course," he elaborates, "It may not be a boy. It could be an old guy. Look, I am going to let him sleep in here". (We wander out into the garden. He opens a door to a room I hadn't noticed by the external wall). "He will be fine in here, no?". I said, "Erm, it's a bit small isn't it?". (The room is 10 feet by 4). "No", says Hosty, "He can live like a king in there. I'll get him a telly and a bed, and look, he even has a cupboard for his clothes!"

My mission now is to try and dissuade Hosty from finding this poor unfortunate so that I don't have to make my own coffee.

Best wishes to all,

CR.

And So It Begins

Tip of the beret to our friends at ukwebspider  and Prison Planet.

Just days into the deployment of the most intrusive, and most useless, body scanning device at airports, and already a story has broken concerning a film star.

Shah Rukh, pictured, entered the full body scanner as directed at Heathrow airport and then discovered that the security mongs had printed off images of him and were handing them around to their colleagues.

Remember this?

"UK Transport Secretary Lord Adonis said last week that the images produced by the scanners were deleted “immediately” and airport staff carrying out the procedure are fully trained and supervised.

“It is very important to stress that the images which are captured by body scanners are immediately deleted after the passenger has gone through the body scanner” said Adonis"

Fucking marvellous.

CR.

Nigel Gets It Said

The spineless MPs we have in Westminster should hang their heads in shame.

This man, Nigel Farage, has balls of tungsten, and he is worth at least fifty of the mongs we have in parliament.

Clone him.

Until that building is populated with people that care about Britain and not just their own dreadful, thieving, lying lives.

Clone him now.

And let's be done with the abomination that is the European Union.

CR.

Ma'asalama

Folks,

I am heading to North Africa tomorrow morning (at stupid o'clock) to do my thing.

I will be back in a couple of weeks. The internet connection where I am staying is okay, but I am not sure if I can blog. Oddly, when I log in, Blogger morphs into Arabic and although I am able to mutter a few words and phrases, I cannot read the language yet. This makes it tricky to create a new post and I am good at breaking things, so it may be safer to not blog.

Please feel free to use this as an open thread. At the very least I will be able to read and respond to comments.

If you find anything interesting, bung a link on and we can discuss it.

Meanwhile, keep dragging stuff out into the sunlight. The gibbons in the HoC absolutely hate that.

Stay well,

CR.

PS-Ma'asalama is Arabic for "See you soon, dude".

The Global Awakening

Twenty years ago this man was labelled as a nutter.

We laughed at him because we were conditioned to. We refused to hear what he had to say.

I have stopped laughing. I have started listening.

This video is one of five. Lend him your ears for ten minutes.

If he sounds logical, watch the rest. If not, you have only wasted ten minutes of your life. Things get a little sticky for me in Part 3 (see if you can spot the bit) but otherwise the videos reveal truth after truth that you won't see in the MSM.

Far easier to ignore the man.

Let me know what you think.

CR.

George Carlin Advises On ClimateShite

This is peppered with home truths that will cause apoplexy in warmists everywhere.....

CR.

Come Home Safe, Lads.

Shamelessly stolen from another ex-soldier. 

I think it behoves us all to spare a thought for our sons and daughters in Afghanistan today.

Forget politics, forget pacifism, forget the cost, forget the why's and the wherefore's, forget the rights and wrongs.

Just pray that when this major offensive is over, we get them all back safe and sound.

Whatever your politics, remember that once our forces are committed, we need to stand four-square behind them. Rail at the inept government all you want, but these guys are just doing what they were trained to do.

Come home safe.

CR.

Sunday Funny Sunday

In amongst the doom and gloom, some people are doing their best to provide us with some much needed light relief.

Take a peek at Bolivia's most wanted man. He appears on this news clip.

The sketch artist is sure to have nailed him to a tee. They will have him before the sun sets, I am sure.

CR.

The Constitutional Reform Bill

This speech, given by Lord Pearson of Rannoch, in support of the Constitutional Reform Bill, is the single most powerful speech I have read for a very long time.

Readers of my blog know that I loathe statutes. This one is the exception. This is an Act I would gladly endorse.

After months of procrastination, I am nailing my colours to the UKIP mast. This is a leader I can believe in. His passion and his conviction, not to mention his desire to get us out of Europe, should be shared by politicians of all hues. The first step for any party to win my vote is an oath, signed in blood, that we will immediately leave the clusterfuck that is the European Union. This Bill does exactly that. Moreover, it ensures that parliamentarians, even those with sub-normal IQ's like Jim Devine, can never, ever, give away that which does not belong to them.

I don't even care about their other policies. The numpties we elected last time made a right mess of everything. UKIP can only improve it.

This man may even make me proud to be British once more. In order to do that, we need a Britain. Very soon, unless something radical happens, I will be a citizen of the North Atlantic Region. I did not ask, nor give my permission, for anyone to remove my nationality.

Over to Lord Pearson:

"My Lords, it will come as no surprise to noble Lords to learn that I support my noble friend's Bill. Its two most radical proposals are that the United Kingdom should leave the European Union and that the British people should be granted the power to hold binding referendums at national and local level. I submit that without these two essential proposals becoming a reality, the future of this country is beginning to look very worrying indeed. Of course, the political class will not welcome the Bill, as no doubt we will now hear, but the British people are not infinitely patient and they are getting very frustrated and angry with our present political system and those who run it and live off it. For years now they have resented the quantity of interfering legislation which has been forced on them and have seen their politicians as "in it for themselves". I submit that their disdain has been turned into anger by the recent revelations about parliamentary expenses and into fear by our disastrous financial situation, for which they are of course right to blame their leaders."

"I also submit, not for the first time, that the cause of much of the people's frustration is that they have come to see that whatever they do, whatever letters they write to their Members of Parliament, however many of them march our streets in protest against one or other folly visited upon them by Brussels or Westminster, or for whichever party they cast their votes, it makes no difference. They cannot change anything. The tide of unwanted legislation flows on. Their post offices and pubs close, their waste is not collected and their hospitals are too often dirty and incompetent. Too many of their children fail in life because they have not been taught to read. Their police are weighed down with bureaucracy while the crime rate remains at unacceptable levels. Their prisons are overflowing with the mentally ill and the illiterate. The morale of their Armed Forces, which quite simply are the finest in the world, is starting to sap and, perhaps most pernicious of all, their borders have been deliberately dismantled by politicians who loathe their proud history and culture, so their inner cities have been turned into very dangerous places indeed."

"It is not just that people feel that they cannot make a difference or change anything; they cannot. Modern Governments, under our absurd first past the post system, are elected by about 24 per cent of the electorate, or 40 per cent of the 60 per cent who still bother to vote. Now, thanks to our imprisonment in the European Union, those Governments make only a minority of our national law-perhaps as little as 16 per cent of it, if the German Government are to be believed. The majority of our national law is now made in Brussels, with your Lordships' House and Members of the House of Commons, for whom the people are allowed to vote, irrelevant in the process."

"The people have not yet understood that process, by which most of their national law is now made in Brussels and imposed on them here. Their political class, which includes the BBC of course, has done a brilliant job by simply refusing to reveal how the EU's legislative process makes our law. I have said it before in your Lordships' House, and I will go on saying it until the frightening truth reaches our people. EU laws are proposed in secret by the unelected bureaucracy, the European Commission. Those laws are then negotiated, still in secret, in a shadowy body called COREPER, the Committee of Permanent Representatives, consisting of bureaucrats from the nation states. They then go to the Council of Ministers from the nation states, where the UK has some 8 per cent of the votes, and to the European Parliament for final decision. The European Parliament, to which we elect MEPs, cannot propose EU legislation; it can only delay it. Of course, it does not do much of that because it does not want to derail its famous gravy train. Again, all our UK MEPs put together have only some 8 per cent of the votes in a process that now makes most of our law. So the European Parliament is a democratic sham, and was designed to be so by the founders of the project of European integration."

"It is safe to say yet again that our membership of the European Union has removed our democracy; it has taken away the right of the British people to elect and dismiss those who make their laws. Our system of representative parliamentary democracy, for which millions have died over hundreds of years, has been frittered away. It no longer serves the people. That is why the time has come to give power back to the people. They deserve it anyway; it is their power and it belongs to them. Before long their anger will overflow if they do not get it back."

Tip of the beret to newly discovered blog, The Talking Clock.

CR.

Dude, Where's MY Country?

England no more.

Scotland no more.

Ireland no more.

Wales no more.

When I published my article "Theft Report", it was read by many people. Using Sitemeter (it is at the bottom of the blog, scroll down), I followed several links back to websites and fora where my article had been posted. I was curious to read the reactions.

The most common response was "Shit! I didn't know that". The next common was "The guy's full of crap. Never happen. It makes no sense to carve up the union".

For the disbelievers, I say merely, "Study the map above. If you can tell me that your country, whichever one it be, still exists in EULand, I'll send you a shiny donkey".

And remember: this is just the beginning. There is far, far worse to come.

On May 6th 2010 you get the chance to strangle this bastard child before it learns to crawl, to walk, to run.

If you want this foul thing to grow up, just vote LibLabCon. None of them have the spine to say no to the EU. For them, the EU is a pathway to riches and absolute control over the proles. Money and power for these morons is better than viagra. Deny them. Destroy them.

All you need is a pen. Make sure YOU tick the right box.

My pal Witterings from Witney has the full story.

CR.

Change We Need-Drug Legalisation

First off, I do not use heroin, crack cocaine, crystal meth, ecstacy, hashish, or any other "illegal" drug. As a Freeman, the word illegal is meaningless to me anyway. I merely wanted to point out that I don't have a dog in this race. As I am a Libertarian, (a fact I only discovered relatively recently), I find myself thinking more broadly these days.

What other people choose to do with or to their bodies and minds is nothing to do with me. It is a choice for them, it is their responsibility.

Everything I know about drugs comes from movies I have watched, or books that I have read. I have no first hand knowledge. Perhaps arrogantly, I always presumed my mind open enough that I could forego the hassle of sticking a needle in my arm, or swallowing LSD to encourage it to think more freely. I never saw the need, or had the urge, to experience alternate realities. My golden rule is: don't knock it until/unless you have tried it. So I continue not to knock it. In my entire life I can not think of a single time when another's drug use has impacted me negatively.

What I do know for sure is that the War on Drugs is a pathetic failure. Billions have been wasted on this endeavour. How many lives lost during its' prosecution? Like all government sponsored "War on [insert any word here]" they cost money & lives and always end in failure. Always.

The Portuguese thought about it all, and decided to defur the feline differently. They decriminalised all drugs in 2001. Time Magazine ran an article on this ground-breaking idea, and the results are quite amazing.

Here's a snippet:

"The paper, published by Cato in April, found that in the five years after personal possession was decriminalized, illegal drug use among teens in Portugal declined and rates of new HIV infections caused by sharing of dirty needles dropped, while the number of people seeking treatment for drug addiction more than doubled.

"Judging by every metric, decriminalization in Portugal has been a resounding success," says Glenn Greenwald, an attorney, author and fluent Portuguese speaker, who conducted the research. "It has enabled the Portuguese government to manage and control the drug problem far better than virtually every other Western country does."

Compared to the European Union and the U.S., Portugal's drug use numbers are impressive. Following decriminalization, Portugal had the lowest rate of lifetime marijuana use in people over 15 in the E.U.: 10%. The most comparable figure in America is in people over 12: 39.8%. Proportionally, more Americans have used cocaine than Portuguese have used marijuana."

The most common knee-jerk response is that people would get hurt in the rush to inject, swallow or sniff. The Portuguese approach proves that that thinking is fallacious. Crime nosedives, for a start. Health improves, as fewer cases of HIV/AIDS are reported year on year.

If you remain unconvinced after reading the whole article, please watch the video as Milton Friedman explains it in terms we can all grasp.

My drugs of choice, if you are interested, have sustained me for 32 years. I wouldn't be without them, although I know I could live without them, but choose not to, because I enjoy them all. They are, in no particular order, caffeine, nicotine, and alcohol. All bring me health benefits. Some physical, some psychological, and some a combination of the two.

Fake charities, NGO's, various government agencies, and general busybodies queue up to tell me what an utter bastard I am for using these drugs. I ignore them all. This is my body. This is my one life to live, as I see fit.  They can all eat shit and bark at the moon, for all I care. Other people can do as they want. I do not judge them because I have no right to.

One of these days they will understand that they have no right to judge me either.

As long as your actions hurt no-one else, get on with it. Do whatever it is that gets you through the day.

You won't hear me complaining.

CR.

Child Snatchers-And The Award Goes To.......

I found this over  ukwebspider's place, it is a mine of very useful information. Get over there for daily updates.

Are any of you left in any doubt that this is just big business?

This is a sick, sick, sick nation.

CR.

Ranty Blows Own Trumpet

I am shocked, stunned, and not a little amazed.

Your 'umble Captain Ranty, latterly of the Queens Own Deserters, has been and gorn and won a badge!

I kid you not, look:

 

Competition was fierce, and I was thrown into the mix with Scotlands finest bloggers. I came sixth, it says here, and I am very pleased.

Considering that I have been at it less than a year, and given the kind of stuff I bang on about, it was a genuine surprise that I featured in any list. Proper bloggers can relax. I am fairly certain that this is the only badge I will ever get to brag about. Well, and the Wikio badge on your left. And possibly seven or eight others that may appear if I can master the art of photoshopping software.

If you voted for me, I send you my heartfelt thanks. If you didn't, may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your ars there's always next time.

Thanks also to the organisers for putting it all together.

CR.

Food, Glorious Food

The thoroughly researched article I link to in my title is 15 years old. Back then, the global food supply was controlled by 12 companies. Following mergers and acquisitions, that number is now reduced to five. Five.

Just FIVE companies dominate the earths food supply. How scary is that? A swift conference call between these powerful people (should they so desire) could have humongous ramifications.

Gordoom Brown could (if he so desired) take complete and utter control of the money in less than an hour. Only 3% of our useless money is in circulation. The other 97% is mere digits on a series of servers at the banks in Britain. An executive order from The Unbalanced One can see our money frozen almost instantly.

Now imagine that these five food companies decide to withhold some, or all of the food? Similarly, it is a swift instruction to the distributors (who they also control) and we will witness slaughter upon slaughter as we scum fight each other to the death over a stale loaf of bread.

Conspiracy theory or a potential outcome? I have no clue. The only food I have here is food for thought.

If you have an appetite for it, read the whole thing.

Here are the first three paragraphs of the report:

"Ten to twelve pivotal companies, assisted by another three dozen, run the world's food supply. They are the key components of the Anglo-Dutch-Swiss food cartel, which is grouped around Britain's House of Windsor. Led by the six leading grain companies—Cargill, Continental, Louis Dreyfus, Bunge and Born, André, and Archer Daniels Midland/Töpfer—the Windsor-led food and raw materials cartel has complete domination over world cereals and grains supplies, from wheat to corn and oats, from barley to sorghum and rye. But it also controls meat, dairy, edible oils and fats, fruits and vegetables, sugar, and all forms of spices.

Each year tens of millions die from the most elementary lack of their daily bread. This is the result of the work of the Windsor-led cartel. And, as the ongoing financial collapse wipes out bloated speculative financial paper, the oligarchy has moved into hoarding, increasing its food and raw materials holdings. It is prepared to apply a tourniquet to food production and export supplies, not only to poor nations, but to advanced sector nations as well.

The use of food as a weapon can be found at least four millennia ago in Babylon. Imperial Rome took this tack, as did Venice and various Venetian offshoots, including the Antwerp-centered, powerful Burgundian duchy, and the Dutch and British Levant companies, East India companies, and West India companies. Today, food warfare is firmly under the control of London, with the help of subordinate partners in especially Switzerland and Amsterdam. Today's food companies were created by having had a section of this ancient set of Mesopotamian-Roman-Venetian-British food networks and infrastructure carved out for them."


So, they control the money, they control the food, they control transportation, they control the armed forces, they control the police, and they control the courts.

Oh yes. They also control the proles. They control us absolutely.

And they thoughtfully took all our guns off us. Not only did we not object, we offered them up voluntarily.

How dumb are we?

CR.

Promises, Promises...

The following is written by Veronica: of the Chapman family. I enjoy her writing because she takes what looks at first glance to be a complex subject and she simplifies it. There is no subterfuge, no spin, and no doublespeak.

The title will (if you click on it) take you a section of FMOTL where Veronica explains a few subjects. Read them through and you will be well on your way to realising how, and probably why, we are treated like children. They, The Powers That Pretend To Be, need you to be children. Slightly retarded children, in fact. If you were to suddenly become an adult, you would start asking questions or worse, you would start making demands. You would be right, and entitled, to ask these questions, to make these demands, but very few of us do.

Isn't it time you grew up? Isn't it time for you to put away childish things?

Isn't it time you started saying "No", or "Why?", or "Says who?", or, (the killer) "Prove it. Prove that you have jurisdiction over me". "Prove to me that I owe that money to the taxman".

This is what Veronica says about Promises:

"A Contract is a PROMISE (usually a pair of mutually-dependent Promises) that the Law will enforce.

But, what is a promise?

A promise is something "that can't be done there and then" ... and therefore has to be 'promised'. Promised for the future.

If that 'something' can be done "there and then" ... then it would be done (and "got out of the way") ... there is no need to promise

This ties in with the promise, made by the Bank of England, on all banknotes. The promise (to pay a 'sum', on demand) has to be made - because there is no such thing as that 'sum' ... thus the act cannot take place there and then ... and has to be promised for some unspecified time in the future. This is, of course, the exact equivalent of that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!

Thus all notes of 'currency' (all 'legal tenders') are empty, worthless, meaningless, Promissory Notes (IOUs)

And (with thanks to Stefan Molyneaux) we also have the insight that: If Human "A" makes a promise to Human "B", Human "C" is not bound by that promise.

This has enormous repercussions, because it means that NOTHING any Government or Parliament does is worth a candle. Any promises they may make (e.g. to the European Union) DO NOT BIND ANYONE ELSE ... except the specific Ministers who are making those promises.

No-one has the right to assume they can make promises on anyone else's behalf.
To say, or assume they have such a right, is to deny an individual's free will to make their own promises.
As in the case of 'permissions', if any individual claims this Promising-on-behalf-of-others Right for themselves, then the correct description of that individual is: "arrogant hypocrite". Anyone who makes such a claim must have a Personality Disorder. The only exceptions are in the case of children, and certain, specific, business situations - for example Boss/Secretary - but here BOTH have CONSENTED to the arrangement.."

If you disagree with any of the above, tell me why. But before you do, read the other subjects in the Reality section, because together, they make a mighty strong case for lawful rebellion.

And you don't even need to leave your chair to be force to be reckoned with.

CR.

Antipodean Authoritarian Antics Annihilated

Thanks to Anon in my previous post, we can witness again the awesome power of bloggers.

Check out this great story from South Australia. (Link embedded in the title).

Problem: bloggers saying stuff on the interweb.

Solution: fine them for daring to do so.

Look:

"The state of South Australia has a new election law that went into effect January 6, and its effect was shocking: anonymous political speech on the Internet was simply destroyed.

The law required anyone posting a political comment online during an election period to supply their real name and address or face a fine of up to AUS$1,250. The measure was grossly discriminatory—it applied only to bloggers and commenters, not to online "journals" (newspapers or magazine which are written by Real Journalists).

Politicians had apparently developed a thin skin to anonymous commentary, some of which no doubt did devolve into rank defamation, but Australia already has defamation laws that could be used against truly egregious material. Ending online anonymous speech was an extreme solution, one not appreciated by the targets of the law."

And please, let's give this bludger credit:

"The cries of the outraged citizenry have had an effect. While defending the new rules as recently as yesterday, Atkinson suddenly backed off from them today. He sent a statement to AdelaideNow, one remarkable for its candor.
"From the feedback we've received through AdelaideNow, the blogging generation believes that the law supported by all MPs and all political parties is unduly restrictive. I have listened. I will immediately after the election move to repeal the law retrospectively... It may be humiliating for me, but that's politics in a democracy and I'll take my lumps."

Can you imagine a British politician repealing a law that was blatant nonsense? Me neither.

The rest of it is good too. Pop down under and have a read.

Then remember why we terrify them so.

CR.

Roll Up! Roll Up!

Get yer DNA fucked here!

Give up yer privacy! Show yer parts to some freak in a cupboard!

Get yer tits on YouTube! Paedos need new images of yer kids!

 

This new fangled device couldn't find a bomb under your clothes even if you pointed at it. Don't let that stop you, drones. Jump straight in there!

The famous, the royal, the rich, the powerful, and the sensible will not be going into this magic box.

So why the fuck should you?

Just. Say. No.

CR.

Haggling Can Be Fun

But you have to make the effort.

Take me, for instance. I slaved over a letter to the taxman. Then I had to find an envelope, whack a stamp on it, and post if off. It all took...minutes. That saved me £300.

Emboldened, and a little excited, I penned another missive. This also took several minutes. This time I saved £1,100.

My original "debt" was £4,300. That is now reduced to £2,900.

I reckon two more letters should do it. One went off just moments ago. I will let you know if that further reduces my "debt".

There are Doubting Thomases (and Thomasinas) out there. You slagged me off. You called me a freeloader. You told me (rather unkindly, I thought) that I was full of shit. You told me that big burly men would smash down my door and cart me off for intimate moments with Big Vern in cell 49B. No visits to report. Not even so much as a nasty letter. Nothing. Zip. Nada.

Care to apologise yet?

All I did was to write two simple letters drawing attention to existing statutes. I asked for proof that my "debt" is legal or lawful. Plainly, they can not provide that evidence. In an act of appeasement, the taxman shaved off over 25% of this alleged debt. I think that they think that I will now cheer, punch the air, and shout "RESULT!". I will do no such thing. I will await the letter from them that says "Look, Ranty, we have searched high and we have searched low, and we just cannot find any excuse, legal, lawful, or otherwise, to justify us taking your money like this. We have therefore zeroed your "debt" and we will never bother you again, you wily rascal".

It may not say exactly that, it may just say something meaningless with a zero at the bottom. That will do me.

My "Just Say No" campaign continues*. Remember to say it nicely though. Remember also that you have to remove any controversy by offering to pay the "debt" conditionally. The conditions make all the difference in the world. You need proof that a contract (with two wet signatures-yours and theirs-actually exists) and if they can find one and send you a copy, then pay the "debt".

If they can't.....

Well then, you must politely decline to make payment.

If the guy two doors down from you banged on your door and said "Oi! You owe me 2 grand", would you pay him? Or would you say "For what? When did I agree to pay you 2 grand?". If he can offer no proof that you promised to pay him, you would naturally ask him to bugger off.

That's all we are doing here. We are asking for proof that the "debt" exists, and if it does, we are merely asking to see the contract. Would a judge uphold the neighbours demand for cash without a contract being in place? I think not. How many judges would side with a government demanding monies from you without evidence that you willingly agreed to pay? Sadly, the answer is "Most of them". They are on the same team. Why would they rule otherwise? Even knowing the demands, often with menaces and threats, are unlawful? Courts do not dispense justice, and they certainly do not deal with the law. They are bankers. They are there to extract cash, or, at a push, separate you from your liberty for a time. Even the word "bench" when translated into French becomes "banque" so why do we insist on telling ourselves that courts exist for some noble purpose? They don't. They collect money for HMG. We should rename the courts. We should call them what they are: Accounts Payable.

Enough lecturing. Let's wait some more to see what they come up with next. I still have more tools in the box, so if the screwdriver doesn't work, I'll use the spanner, and if that fails, I will reach for the hammer. They are all metaphorical, of course.

The only tool I actually possess is a pen.

It seems to be working rather splendidly.

CR.

* I remind you again that I am not offering advice. This blog is for your entertainment. Whilst the subject matter is intensely personal to me, I do not expect (nor counsel you) to imitate my actions. Any risks I take are my own. My choice. My responsibility.