Here there be rants. There will be Freeman stuff, Lawful Rebellion stuff and Random stuff. I am rebelling because I want my country back. My lawful obligations are as follows: “together with the community of the whole realm, distrain and distress us in all possible ways, namely, by seizing our castles, lands, possessions, and in any other way they can, until redress has been obtained as they see fit…”
Article 61 Magna Carta 1215
In what is described as a 'truly sensational' report we learn that those who rightly condemned all of those climate lies over the years were spot on.
AGW, Climate Change, call it what you will, (they do, they change it to suit the ludicrous agenda they push), is complete and utter tosh.
You might want to bear that in mind when the Green Freaks start howling about CO2.
CO2 is that stuff that trees need to live. The trees very kindly suck it up and release it as something useful to every living thing on the planet: air.
The Greens want to save the planet, but in order to do so, they want to radically reduce CO2 emissions which will kill the trees which will kill all the animals and plants, and it will most assuredly kill off the people too. What is it about these freaks that drives them towards a pristine earth containing no people, no fauna, and no flora? Is that the dream? A nice shiny earth but completely devoid of life?
It's the same with PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals), whose members almost never come across a healthy animal that they didn't want to put down. PETA euthanises 90% of the animals they pick up. How lovely for the animals.
We also have the depopulation mob. Despite empirical evidence showing that the planet can sustain 118 billion people, they insist that 7 billion souls are already too many. Naturally, all those espousing this claptrap want to kill off the brown people. We white folks will be just fine. I never yet saw a brown depopulater. Funny, that.
Hypocrites. All of them. Mind you, it is easy money. If you have a PhD in talking shite, the government will shovel millions at you. Politicians: the most gullible sub-species on the face of the earth.
Have a snippet from the report:
"New research produced by a Norwegian government project, described as
"truly sensational" by independent experts, indicates that humanity's
carbon emissions produce far less global warming than had been thought:
so much so that there is no danger of producing warming beyond the IPCC
upper safe limit of 2°C for many decades."
Renowned Swedish climate boffin Caroline Leck, who was not involved in the research, commented:
“These results are truly sensational. If confirmed by other studies,
this could have far-reaching impacts on efforts to achieve the political
targets for climate.”
Regulars will recall the original reason for comment moderation. We had a troll.
A particularly disturbed, anti-smoking troll. He targeted this blog, and around eight others and demanded various ludicrous conditions that if the bloggers stopped using certain terms he would leave them in peace.
Clearly, the man is delusional at best and at worst, psychotic. Either way, he caused me and others to change the way we accept comments. His usual M.O was to post gibberish which indicated that he hadn't first read the post, then commented with a pro or con argument like a normal person would. Bloggers and commenters noticed this and the bloke came in for some fairly hefty insults. They were well deserved.
Then he started to post as other people. In the real world, this is called identity theft, or if you want it old-school, impersonating others to their detriment.
In his final throes of madness, he declared on this very blog, over 130 times, that I was a paedo. No proof, no evidence, just the repeated scribblings of an obviously disturbed man.
It forced us (the affected bloggers) to get together and track him down. We did this remarkably quickly. We advised his ISP that his behaviour was worrisome and a tad unlawful. The ISP, given the evidence, agreed and did the right thing and closed him down. A few weeks later he reappeared and off we went again.
When I started this blog my aim was openness and honesty. No censorship, ever. Whatever your viewpoint was, this was the place to put it.
Thanks to this individual I am forced to use moderation. I don't particularly care what he calls me, as I remember the playground chant "Sticks and stones...etc" and it remains relevant today. BUT, when he thinks he has my name and my address and posts that, he crosses a line. Especially given that he has the wrong name and the wrong address. This may hurt the man whose details he insists are mine, so comment moderation stays. Until the man dies, or gets the help he needs in a secure mental facility.
This is his latest missive:
You can remove comment moderation if you want. unfortunately there are
conditions which have to be met.
Your lies/bullshitting/blagging/threats and all that shite you think i
swallow is/has been an insult to my intelligence and will result in
permanent sanctions on your blog.
your sanctions are:
The words FUCK/CUNT/WANKER are not allowed on your blog , you cannot
post these words on your blog or any fucking about with word plays like
FU, W>>>>>KER C*NT. This does not apply to other posters
I will completely leave your blog and will not return unless you post
If you post those words from today then my offer will be withdrawn, and
moderation will continue."
Now, I have been fighting Big Government for five years. I have picked fights with some mighty agencies of our pathetic government, and won. I could have done none of that or reported back here on the battles, without free speech.
It is the single most important right we have.
Yet this delusional soul thinks he can determine which words I use on my blog?
I do not negotiate with the mentally unstable, chum. I will continue to write what I want, when I want, and as often as I want.
Although I wanted to resist saying this, I cannot:
Fuck off, you wanker. Go and be a cunt somewhere else.
One of our pals, a regular reader and commenter here, has asked that I publish some images he has designed for use in an upcoming campaign.
I am delighted to do so as they will help wake some people up.
He asks that you download*, print* and distribute them so that people learn there is an alternative to sitting in front of the telly wishing it would all stop.
As the old saying has it: if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
Stop wishing, start printing, and use it as a talking point. Join this campaign!
*PLEASE NOTE: If you do not have printing facilities, contact votenobody at virginmedia dot com and for the cost of posting, a quantity of posters will be sent to you.
I don't do much on the NWO but there are many sites to go and look at for research into what these clowns are up to. The EU is one of my biggest bugbears and there is plenty in my archives but there are others who do it far better. Dig out information, educate yourself, then educate others.
It often surprises me to see other bloggers castigate me because I cite treason all the time. It is as if the crime of treason should be overlooked in favour of arguing the politics or the economics. I strongly disagree. The law can be used too. There is a ton of evidence to support all of my accusations and again, you can search my archives or look elsewhere.
Treason, whether you think the crime is an archaic one or not, remains the most serious crime on our books. Look it up. Learn what Treason is. Look up Misprision of Treason and while you're at it, study Compounded Treason. Then, take a closer look at your elected MP, and your Monarch, and decide whether they are guilty of any or all of those crimes.
When you are loaded up with the facts, get printing.
A bit of paper and ink, and you will have a hot debate on your hands to liven up the pub session. If you still have a local pub, that is. If not, go and wreak havoc in the library or local cafe.
Get people thinking. Let them know that there is something rotten in the state of Denmark. Teach them to recognise the stench of corruption.
Lead them out of the darkness.
If you don't do it, nobody else will.
I only printed a small part of the story. There is much, much more.
Blogger is playing up and I cannot upload an A4 pdf that I was sent for you to look at. Please contact the email address on the posters above for more details.
In the meantime, this email, shared between a few people, was partly the inspiration for the campaign:
"A Plan For Peaceful Rebellion - a Proposal
‘What should we do’ has been a question I have asked myself many times over the years. It seems that we are up against a great deal and that the odds are stacked against us. Nevertheless, I also feel that there are a great many people who have woken up, and that there are many more who will do so as events unfold. The problem, to my mind, is how this mass of people should proceed to turn things around.
As it appears, we are all isolated individuals unsure of how to proceed, admittedly some doing more than others according to the level of ones’ bravery/foolhardiness/apathy/fear/knowledge. I would suggest that right now most awakened people are just sitting tight waiting for ‘something to happen’.
What is needed is some sort of coordination between all the factions of the resistance, whether they go by the name of patriots, freemen, nationalists, lawful rebellionists, freedom fighters, Constitutionalists, or just people who are sick and fed up of being lied, to, thieved from, and manipulated by the ‘powers that be’/ Elite / politicians / banksters / etc. Then there are the ‘special interest’ groups - everything from the anti-Europeans and anti-cuts campaigners, to those fighting the surveillance state, the assault on natural health care, wind farms and fluoridated drinking water. And everything else besides.
Imagine what could be achieved if all these people joined together for a planned and systematic attack on the ‘system’, which I suggest means basically reconstructing society from the ground up along more humanitarian and sane lines, adhering to Common Law, with our Constitution to the fore, whereby true democracy rules, and where all the people are truly represented as to how our nation is managed.
Let there be no mistake, such is the depth of the corruption, the deceit, the lies, the theft from, and the total disregard for the British people and their needs and wants, that whatever plan is enacted at reversing this is never going to be an easy option. I would suggest that in short the huge mass of discontented must act as one voice, and in unison with each other, regardless of individual idiosyncrasies; in short, we must rebuild from the ground up the kind of society we want, and as the first step we must collectively say ‘No More!’ to the current wave of sickening lies and deceit and manipulation.
We must remember that whilst we are each individual free spirits, by necessity we must adhere to certain standards of self-control if we are to live peacefully; this is of course living by Common Law. Those who might think that this is a call for doing just what they damn well like, and to hell with everyone else should go elsewhere.
Obviously such a course of action by the controlling ‘Elite’ would not be taken lightly, and resistance to the ‘New World Order’ on our part is to be expected, but successfully resisted, if done as part of a mass demand for (genuine, and for the better) change.
Though the gradual awakening is to be welcomed, the problem is very much that everyone is acting more or less alone, which makes each of us easy targets. No surprises that true heroes willing to stick their necks out are few and far between. Easier to do little, sit tight, and continue to complain whilst our country disintegrates around us, and our few remaining civil liberties continue to disappear. All this is understandable; it is human nature to not put oneself in harms way, and furthermore the human animal is basically a herd animal; an animal that likes to be led by others - the very reason we find ourselves in this situation, of course. As this is unlikely to change for a long time, if ever, then someone must put into place the structure and momentum for the sort of resistance that many are crying out for. It is the problem, and so is the problem that needs addressing.
I truly believe that there are great numbers of us out there ready to ‘do something’. As everything goes to pot these numbers are growing, though many will perhaps have little understanding of the ‘agenda’ behind what is happening - that the social collapse has been planned - but rather they are simply pissed off with how they are being treated. That’s fine - for now - so long as they are willing to do something about their plight.
The rebellion, therefore, must be one of a united resistance, guided loosely by those who know the score. Alone, few of us will, or perhaps even can, make that much of a difference. In great numbers we can change everything.
So, what I propose is the setting of a date when we basically decide to say ‘No!’ en mass. That famous scene from the film Network comes to mind here - the moment when we collectively decide to say ‘No, I am not going to take it anymore.’ I propose that prior to the announcement of this day a call is put out to all concerned individuals, groups and relevant organisations to attend an assembly somewhere to put forward the proposal for the Great Day of Change, in order to gauge expected levels of support. Naturally, if a large majority think the idea crap it is hardly likely to work if it went ahead. With the support of those attending the date would be announced, and this circulated and promoted widely.
Yes, much would have to be discussed prior to the assembly. What exactly would we propose people do from day one? Should the rebellion start lightly - perhaps a refusal to pay the TV licence from that day onward perhaps? Call it a step-by-step approach whereby we become bolder as out actions achieve success and hopefully gather momentum. Or should it be an all-out refusal to cooperate from day one? That’s for the organisers to discuss.
Perhaps the event could be streamed live on the internet to reach the many who for whatever reason could not, or did not wish to, attend in person.
I propose also that the following is put into place:
a)A panel of people who can offer free advice on matters relating to lawful rebellion.
b)A communication network so that we each look out for our colleagues; ie safety in numbers.
c)A new judicial system is put into place so that we can start to make headway in bringing to justice all those who have acted treasonously towards this nation and her people.
d)Everyone to be encouraged to motivate and educate others as to what we are doing. A website and printed literature would be there in order to provide information to newbies and the masses who so far continue to bury their heads in the sand by losing themselves in Corrie, X Factor, gossip mags, etc - though we must recognise the fact that there are many who will never understand.
e)Everyone is encouraged to sign up to Roger Hayes’ Lawful Bank, and I know that he has also spoken about eventually putting in place our own system of policing based on Common Law.
The militarising of the police; increasing surveillance; financial oblivion; loss of our rights and liberties; threat to the freedom of the internet; attacks on our mental, emotional and physical health: all gather pace on a daily basis. We all know that ‘something must be done’. Many of us believe that time is getting short before the point of no return is reached - if that point has not been reached already. A peaceful, lawful rebellion must be instigated in the near future, and this is one proposal for such a rebellion.
I stress that everything the movement - if we wish to call it that - recommends to its followers must be by way of suggestions, not orders, because though all may be following the same route we each need to decide the speed at which we go.
Nevertheless, all advice given, and recommendations made, for the way to proceed must be made by genuine, sincere, and committed people. The history of any number of ‘movements’ is littered with examples of initially sincere, genuine people being replaced by the other sort, leading to the eventual and deliberate ineffectual nature of said movement. Infiltration is very real, and most be guarded against at all costs. Hopefully, once sufficient momentum has built up any sort of leader would be unnecessary; the thing having taken on a life, so to speak, of its own.
Though the thought of another un-elected ‘official’ telling us what to do is initially repugnant, the fact remains that the rebellion must have such a person at its helm, at least in its early days, simply in order to keep the whole thing on track. For my part I certainly know who I would like to lead such a movement, and I imagine many others would feel the same about that choice, but once more that is a decision for others to make.
My proposal might be workable, or it might not. It’s just my take on things. However, if it stimulates debate - which eventually leads to ACTION! (rather than more words, words, words) - then it will have served its purpose."
As do hundreds of thousands (millions?) of Scots who want to leave the EU.
Fast forward to 2014 when Slippery Alex gives Scotland a referendum on remaining in the Union and combine that with Cast Iron Dave's new improved promise to the people that we will get a referendum on the EU.
Let's imagine that the referendum in 2017 actually takes place with an
actual in/out choice. Let's pretend that the promise is real.
If Scotland does vote for independence next year (highly unlikely, in my opinion) that means I lose the chance to get rUK out of the EU in 2017. The SNP are determined to go to Brussels to beg entry into The Stupid Club, although, if today's news is anything to go by, entry may be a long and protracted thing.
Assuming a 'yes' in the indy referendum, Scotland will have to apply to join the EU just like any other nation.
It blows my mind that a nation 'shackled' to another would replace those chains for another, more tightly-fitting set. 10 seconds after the Act of Union was signed in 1707 a group sprang up crying "Foul!". This group morphed into the SNP. That same SNP, led by Wee Eck, has consistently lied to the Scots about legal advice held/received on Scotland's continuing relationship with Brussels. He has lied about job creation in the new Scotland. He has lied about the revenue renewable energy will create. Hardly a man we can trust with our future. His familiars sing the same song, so we cannot trust any of them either. Scottish Labour? Don't get me started. Let's not even discuss the one Tory MSP. The poor man is outnumbered by pandas in Scotland.
Now, however, the SNP has been told, in no uncertain terms, that there will not be a conversation about entry. Not, at least, until Scotland begins formal negotiations with Brussels. How long will that take? No-one knows. Will they be accepted? No-one knows. What will the terms be? No-one knows.
I have choices. Just like everyone else:
Vote no in 2014. (Despite wanting Scotland to be independent)
Vote yes in 2017. (Because we absolutely must leave the EU)
Don't vote at all. (Go to the pub instead. Get drunk. Stay drunk).
I had decided to dump my voters card forever, but now, on principle alone, I may need to use it two more times.
I loathe the EU. I make no secret of that. I know them to be a damaging, out of control bunch of psychopaths hell bent on creating a United States of Europe. This is not in my interest, and it is not in your interest. I already believe that MPs have too much power. And they are elected.
How bad would life become if we are to be governed by a group of unelected, unaccountable gibbons in Brussels, forever?
The very thought has me sweating like Jimmy Savile at a youth club.
I think he was trying to please everyone, but you know what happens when you try that? Everyone remains dissatisfied.
There was yet another promise made: we will have our referendum. Maybe. Perhaps. If. Possibly.
Before R Day arrives however, he will try to rearrange the deckchairs on that rapidly sinking behemoth. IF the chairs are not arranged to his liking, and IF he wins the next election, we may have a referendum.
Anyone else getting a blast of deja vu? Haven't we been here before? Something about a 'cast iron guarantee'?
Several other bloggers have had their say too. Have a look at the sites I link to here if you want an alternate opinion. Although, we all seem to be saying the same thing: we are consumed with indifference.
I have studied body language in the past-I'm no expert-and when a statement is made, immediately followed by scratching ones nose, it is almost invariably a lie. When we are kids we clamp a hand firmly over our mouths when we tell mum or dad a fib. As we get older the signs are more subtle but they are still there. We may adjust our tie, or scratch an ear-lobe, for instance. When Cameron says "The people will decide" he reaches up and scratches just under his nose. He did this several times during this bed-time story for the insane. Of course, he may just have had an itch.
His Master Plan is to tweak what we have today. To somehow reconfigure Treaties, those same Treaties that say "No tweaking allowed"-to better suit the UK. It is an exercise in futility. The unelected and unaccountable in Brussels will not have their game spoiled.
The EU is a monster. It is out of control. The mandarins in Brussels are like ours in Whitehall. But their lot are on steroids. They impose hundreds of thousands of regulations-whether they suit all 27 nations or not-with a fervour that defies comprehension. This monster cannot be contained.
Yet Cameron thinks he can tame the beast?
This image sprang, unbidden, into my mind:
He said that we can plough our own furrow and crucially, his hands went nowhere near his face, indicating that he at least believes that.
So do I.
I want out, sooner, rather than later. I believe that we can be strong voice in the world again, and that trading with other (non-EU) nations will be given a massive boost.
I do not care what the Conservatives want. I do not care what Labour want. The Liberal Democrats remain, as ever, irrelevant. I do care that our national sovereignty has been cheaply sold, by all political parties over the last 40 years, to our detriment. Many politicians have leapt from the British gravy train directly onto the EU gravy train. Nothing mattered to them but their own personal gain, their own death-grip on some tenuous power they believed themselves to have over us.
There is a sensible way out. What form that exit takes is neither here nor there.
We could invoke Article 50 in The Treaty on European Union (Lisbon Treaty as was).
We could repeal the European Communities Act of 1972.
Or we could just stop paying them £55 million a day. Or all three simultaneously.
All would have the same effect: we would be in control once again.
We would regain the right to decide our own destiny.
Just like we did for hundreds of years before this nightmare was ever a reality.
Had a terrific week in Germany, although I think I broke my liver.
From the start of the Algerian Clusterfuck I was concerned for a good friend of mine who works for BP. He is based at their main camp in Hassi Messaoud but travels regularly to In Amenas and to the rig sites deep in the desert. I still have not heard from him and my efforts to track him down continue.
UPDATE: I have now heard from my pal. He was not at the site during the crisis. He emailed this a few minutes ago: "A good few mates are dead and my boss got shot twice in the back and leg. He is OK now and back in Norway in hospital"
The Algerian army is populated mostly by conscripts and none of them want to be there. I have seen guys get snagged as they travel up through the desert (usually heading for the capital, Algiers looking for work) when they come across a check-point and their names are checked on a national database. If they have not completed their national service they are inducted there and then. I saw quite a few disappointed young men who had hopes of a good life in Algiers only to be hustled into a portacabin. Ten minutes later, they emerge, in brand new uniforms carrying an AK-47. Which they fiddle with endlessly. There were several incidents resulting in death or serious injury at a camp I stayed at because almost no time is spent training these chaps. They constantly have one up the spout then sit fucking around with the safety catch (rate selector) and the trigger. Simultaneously. Accidents are guaranteed. Standard operating procedure is for the offender to be relieved of his weapon and then he gets the shit kicked out of him by any soldiers nearby. I have seen this. It gets nasty. The guy is then hauled off to gaol.
So it was with horror I learned that they were dispatched to In Amenas, and I knew that a high level of 'blue on blue' was going to happen. It will be interesting to see just how many hostages were killed by the bad guys and how many died in 'friendly fire'. (There's a misnomer for you).
I missed most of the other news as I was only interested in the unfolding hostage story.
I leave at daft o'clock tomorrow to head to Germany.
I'd love to leave the door wide open so that you can bung on any interesting/horrifying/stupid stuff from the government, but some odd people will rush through that open door and publish utter bollocks.
As it is I get hundreds of items of spam per day and it takes me a while to sift through the shite for any real comments. This is because I removed the need for you to have 287 attempts to get the captcha thing right. It is an horrendous invention.
You are most welcome to comment but there will be a serious delay between you commenting and me releasing them for the consumption of all.
All of which is meant to explain that posting this week will be lighter than an anorexic on SlimFast.
Imagine, if you can, that you see an invitation to a party.
The invitation looks something like this:
"Party! I have selected a few people to come to my party. It should be fun as almost none of us even speak the same language! Oh, and you must, absolutely must, RSVP."
The group gathers. There isn't much conversation at the beginning. All are from different cultures so it isn't all that surprising.
There isn't exactly a host, as all assembled seem to want to organise the fun, but one chap, out of the blue, decides that he is in charge. There is some muttering, but the party continues.
One says, "Hey, maybe we should do business together? I can sell you stuff and you can sell me stuff. We can set it down on paper and make an agreement".
Word spreads around the room and before long, all have signed the paper. None bothered to tell their wives/husbands or neighbours about the actual wording. Many of them didn't bother to read the words at all, so excited were they.
[Later on. Same evening]
One (shabbily dressed) man says to another, "I don't have money for the cab home. Can you help me out?" The other chap says, "I don't have enough either but hold on, I'll get it off one of the others". Off he goes, and comes back with a handful of notes which he gives to the shabbily dressed guy. On looking around the room, he discovers that almost everyone is getting money from the three wealthiest attendees. Money is being handed around and no-one seems to be keeping a tally.
The chap who elected himself as party leader announces that his brothers may need to come over to the other attendees' houses to pick up members of their family/community because someone said they saw them steal something from his house. All agreed that they could all do this, whenever they wanted to. No actual evidence would be needed, after all, are we not honourable people?
The leader says, "You know what I hate? Bendy bananas. I think we should have a rule that all bananas are particularly straight. Here are my arbitrary measurements. You must all do this or I can fine you for non-compliance. I don't want to hear any laughing either. New rule! Anyone criticising me is liable to a fine".
[Some muttering, some grumbling, but all agree]
"Whilst I think about it, I want an extension built on my house. This is too small for you lot. You all have to chip in for it" says the self-appointed one.
"And while you're at it, I want exactly the same extension at my 'ouse" says one of the wealthier ones. (It turns out that he was one of the people who suggested the party in the first place and didn't want to miss out).
[Time passes, but the guests are not idle]
By the end of the evening, thousands of rules have been agreed. All will chip in for another party and they soon discover that they want a party every single day. The cost is horrendous, but the poorer ones just keep borrowing off the richer ones and sometimes, they even borrow off the poor ones too. Chaos ensues. No-one knows who owes who what, or why. But the money shuffle continues.
It becomes obvious to all that some members should never have been invited at all. But this is embarrassing to the self-appointed leader and he will not, absolutely will not, admit that. "Keep lending them money" he instructs the richer guests.
Worse, some of those who were bamboozled into attending have discovered that their friends and neighbours have realised that the idea was a stupid one. They want out. But their leader says "No! We must attend the parties because if we don't, they may talk about us behind our backs". It is explained time and again to the leader that we know the others have more skeletons in their cupboard than we do in ours, and besides, life was great before the leader started going off to all these parties. "He does a great deal of lending and never borrows anything from the others", say the friends and neighbours, "This is costing us a fortune!"
"Many of the house rules we used to have have now been rescinded" says the leaders friends and neighbours, "We do not like the new rules, and we want to run our own house parties".
This is a fair and reasonable request but the leader, he says "No! I will go to a party soon and tell them we don't like some of the rules. That will shake them up!".
The leader, however, had forgotten that one of the rules he signed up to expressly forbids the changing of any rules.
All he has to do is announce that he no longer likes any of the rules and that he will not attend any more parties, and that he is not providing the drinks and the food for the others. And that we are going to hold parties with our old (and new) friends, from a different neighbourhood. Job done.
But he won't.
Because one day, he might, just might, get to be the unelected leader himself. Then he can get to boss all the other guests around.
If only he was brave and fearless, like the Swiss guy down the road. Or that nice Norwegian chappy.
If only he would listen to those friends and neighbours who have to pay for the party with money they haven't got, and who must obey the thousands of nonsensical new rules, those whose friends and family were whisked away to be locked up miles and miles away from home.
But you know what they say: like attracts like.
Only the really stupid would go to a party like that.
But only the monumentally moronic would keep going to a party like that.
"David Cameron will pledge to hold a referendum on a new deal with the European Union in 2018, it was reported today."
Yup. And I have some genuine pixie dust to sell. "The Prime Minister will use a landmark
speech on the UK’s relationship with Europe to set out the process he
hopes will secure the return of powers from Brussels before seeking the
approval of the British people."
He already has my full approval to return all powers to Britain. Today.
"To add to the growing sense of division, the United States today said Britain should not leave the EU."
With respect, do fuck off. None of your business.
"The PM is due to give his long-awaited speech later this month, thought to be at a high profile building in the Netherlands."
Why don't you give that speech, today, at a "high profile building" in fucking Westminster?
"Mr Cameron will argue that Britain must stay in the single market, reject the idea of a Norway-style trade agreement."
Ri-ight. Because that same agreement is really holding Norway back, isn't it?
The rest is in a similar vein. Read it, but have a bucket standing by.
That odious toad does not want us out. And why would he? Like Bliar he sees a glittering career and and a fat pay-packet in Brussels someday. Not to mention his new addiction to power. Just recently he said he wants another 7 years in the big chair.
Like despots in Africa, he has no desire to leave office. We'll have to drag him, kicking and screaming, from Downing Street a la Snotty Brown in May 2010.
No help to be had by voting Conservative, or Labour, for that matter. Let's not even consider the LibDems as a serious political party. They are beyond hopeless.
The coalition government, whose manifesto pledges contained gems such as "There will be a bonfire of the quangos", and who promised us "small government" and "less interference" is now officially the largest producer of legislation for any government in a single year since de Montforts first parliament was formed in 1265.
In 2012 they vomited out FOUR THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN pieces of legislation.
Nit-pickers will say "Yeah, but most of them were Statutory Instruments" to which I answer, SI's are given the force of law. They are no different to primary legislation and if you disbelieve me, just try contravening a statutory instrument.
All year long I watched, I waited, and I tweeted the new totals and by the end of December I was convinced that they would fail to break their earlier record (4,116 for 2011) but I was unaware that they carried on producing 2012 law well into 2013. For all I know they may not be done yet. I will keep an eye on them and let you know.
Some say that over 82% of this legislation stems from Brussels.
If so then I can think of no finer reason to leave the EU.
This is make-work for a pool of idiots with nothing better to do. Not that any of our "lawmakers" have time to read through this tsunami of twibble. They aren't there long enough. Even if we assume they work 180 days a year (they don't, but let's be generous), that means reading, ratifying and voting on 22.87 pieces of legislation a day, as well as their normal workload whatever they do all day long.
I quit my job late last year. I found it stifling so I ran away to join a different circus. I started this morning.
New year, new job, new challenges, new risks, new threats, new dangers to be encountered, new countries to visit, and new friends to make.
Naturally, our glorious government will take 73% of my earnings this year for taking absolutely no risks, and for facing absolutely no danger. I wouldn't mind taking all the risks for all of the reward.
I really enjoy my job but I bitterly resent working just to keep these arseholes in funds.
Which is why I will be creating as much havoc as I can for the government. I will be awkward. I will say no. I will be defiant. I will be difficult. I will clog up their system.
And I will laugh like a demented hyena on nitrous oxide while doing so.
Alternative heading was "MPs Discover That Brits Think They Are Vile".
In a study by Labour MP Gloria de Piero she discovers first-hand that Joe Public universally despise MPs.
This is no shock to most of us. In recent decades the quality of MPs (no matter their background) is embarrassing. Their greed, their unfailing incompetence and their whiny excuses are now legendary. No lows are plumbed quite as frequently by any other group of people. They are uniquely ignorant and arrogant and if I could, I would make this study mandatory reading by all 650 of them.
It won't happen though. Almost nothing penetrates that Wastemonster Bubble. It's like living under a dome through which they can speak, but cannot hear. The term "out of touch" has never been more applicable. One of the reasons Labour lost the last election was because they stopped listening. The Coalition government, bless 'em, never even started listening. If they listened, even for a moment, they would hear the roar of over half the country screaming "Get us OUT of the EU. Now!" but, it is a peculiar affliction of MPs to go stone deaf once the ballot count has been announced.
I don't particularly care what their sexual proclivities are. I don't care what colour they are. I don't care how much money they have. I don't care where (or even if) they were educated. None of that is any of my business. None of it. The only thing, the only qualities I look for in MPs is ability, honour and a wee dash of integrity. Those that possess those traits are as rare as hens teeth.
I do care when they waste my money.
I do care when they shower fake charities with my hard earned.
I do care about my money going directly to some tinpot leaders' bank account in Zurich.
I do care about the criminal mismanagement of my country.
I do care when they routinely ignore our pleas to leave the EU.
I do care when they tell fecking great lies in their manifesto's.
I do care that they would even consider Sharia law having any place in our system.
I do care that I am forced to eat halal food.
I do care about that immigration door being nailed open.
I do care that our NHS has failed.
I do care when they gift failing banks with billions when they should be closed down.
What happens to these people when they gain entry to the Wastemonster club? Are they briefed on the way in? Are they told, in no uncertain terms, that the people who elected them no longer matter? Is our system of law explained to them? Are they made aware that we have a constitution of sorts and their first duty is to us, the people of this nation?
It can't be much of a briefing.
I imagine it really does go something like this:
"Welcome to your first morning at Westminster. It has stood since 1265 and we fully expect you to respect its new traditions. First things first, the Expense Claims Office is over there to your right. You will spend an inordinate amount of time there. Knock yourselves out. Any complaints, just say this:- 'It was within the rules!" and you should be okay. If any of you should seriously bend or even break the law, for, oh I don't know, something as trivial as killing a foreigner on the motorway, worry not! You are special people now and we will try to keep you out of gaol but if you must serve a sentence it will be brief and it will be comfy. Now, a word about lawmaking. You are here not just to get access to free money, cheap booze and discounted meals *chuckles heartily* you are here to make law. As much as you can in any given year. In 2012, for instance, we crapped out 4,062 pieces of legislation. Disappointing, I know, but we DID break the record in 2011 with 4,116 so you need to get your game face on. What was that? No, no, no! You don't need to read it! No-one does. You just need to nod it all through. Most of it comes from the EU anyway and they know what they are doing, right? That's pretty much it. Go do the voodoo that you do, so well!".
Back to Ms de Piero.
This is a typical paragraph from the piece:
"Each meeting started with her asking the group to list the words they
associated with politician. The results were not kind: them and us, the
old man, upper class, completely different, liars, selfish,
self-seeking, privileged and arrogant, spiv, jargon talkers, people who
did not live in the real world. When she asked whom the politicians
worked for, the reply was "themselves"."
Bankers will continue to record higher profits and they will award themselves bigger bonuses. Politicians will continue to disappoint. Courts will spew out ever stupider sentences. There will be more expense scandals because one axiom remains true: give a man (or woman) access to public money and they will help themselves. Or, they will find newer, more ridiculous ways to waste it.
Television shows will get worse. More faux 'celebrities' will be foisted upon us. It will be yet another Tsunami of Twats this year. It gets worse every year and the public, those shallow, shallow people, will lap it up. And why not? In the 'real' world, politicians lie, doctors hurt people, the clergy interferes with little kids, policemen steal, and scientists publish whatever shite they are told to, in order to pay their mortgages. It is far, far safer to disbelieve all those who we previously had an ounce of respect for. Better to sit glued to TOWIE and pretend that all is well. Better to phone in your support of the non-entities in talent shows, or watch celebrities in a jungle or on a dance floor or locked up in a TV house.
Although they are called reality shows, they are anything but. Life is mostly stage-managed, and these shows certainly are. But we don't like being told that. The truth really does hurt. It hurts to think about it, and it hurts to find out you are no more than a pawn in the game of life. No. Reality bites. We delude ourselves. Intentionally.
The average human being makes 4,334 decisions every single day. One decision most people make is NOT to find out more, not to dig deeper, not to find out what is real and what is fake. Some decide to remain in whatever reality is the most comfortable for them. Most decide that the path of least resistance is a fine choice.
Reality is learning that you live in a deception. That deception involves trotting to the polls once every Preston Guild to elect the least worst numpty on a staggeringly short list.
Reality is learning that those who run the nation are not those you voted for but a shifty, shiftless lot who steer these newbies, these wannabe 'lawmakers'. The civil servants (now there's a misnomer for you) who are neither civil nor servile, who direct, who shape, who drive and who compel the MPs (who they view as 'transients) to do their bidding. The mandarins in Whitehall are ever present. They are unelected, yet they run the place as if it were their own. They are constant. The security services (MI5/MI6), the politically driven ACPO, and a thousand other departments keep us steered towards whatever it is they see as Britain's future. They conspire, these agents, to keep us terrified, to keep us observed, to keep us complacent, so that we pay our taxes without complaint. So that we toe the line.
Reality is understanding, and accepting, that the UK operates a two-tier law system. If you doubt that, look up Lord Ahmed, the Labour peer who was sentenced to 12 weeks for dangerous driving in which Martyn Gombar died. Ahmed served one night in HMP Marshgate and the next morning he was driven to Moorlands Open Prison where he served a further 15 days. Contrast that with the London rioter gaoled for 16 months for stealing a bottle of water.
Reality is knowing that we have been locked into a bitter marriage with the European Union for exactly 40 years today and that most of those in the Westminster/Whitehall bubble will fight tooth & nail to keep us in that deteriorating relationship. Cameron, he of the 'cast-iron' promise, will, this month, set out his vision for Europe. He will lie to our faces by saying we must look at the relationship and tweak the nature of our membership of Le Club Stupide but essentially, we will not be permitted to divorce the chav we married.
Some think we should celebrate. I'll let this image speak for me:
Reality is understanding that we are a wealthy nation. Having traveled extensively to third world countries I know the difference between real poverty and the perceived notion of poverty we delude ourselves with here. Not many people starve to death here. There is a system in place to help those in shitty circumstances and we (taxpayers) chip in for that safety net. Emergency housing is made available, emergency payments can be made, and medical help is on tap. All of these things are, inevitably, abused, but that is a fact of life. If you have a home, with electricity and running water, you are in a remarkably good position. Billions around the world have no such luxury.
Reality is understanding that if you are a taxpayer, you are being robbed, every month, to pay for an incredible range of crap. In 2012 we learnt that most working people will be parted from 73% of their income either directly or indirectly, to support a succession of out-of-touch and inept governments. They only have one tool in the box: the hammer. And as someone infinitely more wise than I once said. "If you only have a hammer, you tend to see every problem as a nail". Tax and ban. The watchwords of every government for decades now. And that 73% still isn't enough. They will take more. And more. And more.
Reality is understanding your place in the world, and redefining it. You have no idea quite how powerful you are. I tried to explain this before in a piece called The Hierarchy and it is still widely read to this day. I would urge you to re-read it and act accordingly. The crap doesn't stop, in fact it gets a little more intense, but government agents do back off when they know that know what you aren't supposed to know.
Why not use 2013 to remind the government that YOU are in charge? That YOU will decide how much you pay in unlawful taxes? That YOU will decide which of the 60,000 laws and 140,000 EU regulations you will obey?
YOU need to be an agent of change.
Because sure as eggs are eggs, if things don't change, they will stay the same.