Disgusted With The UK

There was a time, long, long ago, when I would say quite proudly, when asked by whichever Immigration dude in whichever country I was visiting, "I am British". There was also a time when that response would cause the Immigration dude or dudette, to sit up a little straighter. It was a slight move, but tangible. It served to remind me (as corny as this may sound) that I am an ambassador for my nation whenever I depart her shores. Part of my mission is was to remind everyone else around the world that we are great people from a great nation.

This week I have been struggling mightily to find things to be proud of.

First, we gaoled a man for six weeks for flinging a flan at a fabulously wealthy old man.

Then, we allowed a police sergeant found guilty of possessing 110 vile images of kiddie porn to walk away from court with a slap on the wrist. Story here.

Read, if you can stomach it, the story about this miserable example of those we set to watch out for our younglings. My guess is that he will also signal the judge that he is a member of some secret club and will also walk away Scot free.

Last years tales of MPs fiddling their expenses still rankles to this day. Only four went to gaol. I think all of them are out now. The other 288 thieves got away with it. We did nothing to ensure they all went to gaol.

Today I see that two of Cleveland's finest are up to their necks in corruption and abusing their positions and I really do wonder what cometh next?

Quite a lot, according to this MP. Now, you all know that I consider MPs to be the vilest of the vile, so it came as a surprise to find that I had a grudging admiration for this (Labour!) MP. Read the story and let me know if you concur. What he did took guts and determination.

We continue to bail out those gormless enough to have joined in the euro scam. Stunningly, one of the chief architects of this foolishness, Barroso, all but admits that the euros days are numbered.

Our older citizens are deciding whether to eat or heat, our younger citizens have to make a painful and expensive decision on whether or not to throw away £27K on a degree only to end up practising the line "Do you want fries with that?" when they receive their degree. My son has a degree. He worked quite hard for it. He works a till at the local Asda. Be still my beating heart.

At the end of Q2/2011 we see the corporates reporting their figures. Oil companies making billions, energy providers making hundreds of millions yet we all burst into tears paying for a tank of fuel or when the leccy/gas bill comes in. Food prices rise by 10-20% per season, but the millionaires who have Cabinet seats insist that "we are all in this together". I admit, Davey, that I did think that this week when I learnt that your holiday villa cost $10K a week. I feel your pain, mate, I really do.

Still, my little "Just Say No" campaign continues regardless. I will not give the wasteful bastards one penny more that I want to. It's time to circle the wagons, and bed in for a long struggle.

This particular round of shit-hitting-the-fan has only just begun.

We are in for a very bumpy ride, folks.

Get prepared.

CR.