30 November 2010

So this bloke walks into A&E

He's hurt his wrist. He gets it splinted, gets some painkillers, no charge, and goes back to work.

Another bloke, needing treatment for a bleeding leg, goes into another A&E. He gets his leg sorted out and some antibiotics, no charge, and goes home.

Bloke gets knocked down crossing the road, An ambulance turns up & carts him off to another A&E. After a few days' medical treatment and nursing as an in-patient, no charge, he's discharged home.

The financial and management arrangements of their various hospitals (one private, one university-run, one a charitable trust) never crossed their minds. The 'NHS' signboard outside all of them told the blokes patients all they needed to know: medical attention, no charge. Nuff said.

So, what's your problem, Unison/BMA/RCN/Unite/Labour? Eh? Eh?

Hat tip Dizzy.

Tasty

Taxpayers Against Student Theft/Extortion.

Tweet #TASTE

Brilliant suggestion from commenter AC1 (comment 6) at Guido's.

Whose money?

On YouTube, lefties are braying that the tax which they allege Vodafone should have paid is 'their' money and they 'want it back'.

*facepalm*

More arsehole rhetoric.

How deeply the Gordon Brown doctrine has embedded itself in public psychology. How easily people have come to believe that they actually own other people's money.

Where, outside a Marxist prayer book, does it say that all money belongs to the state, or as you might prefer, to 'the people'?

No, you fucking idiots, Vodafone's money is not your money. You did not give it to them in the first place so you are not entitled to any of it. It is Vodafone's money. They earned it. Just as you own your own salary. (Bit of an assumption, there, I grant you.)

Even if Vodafone should have paid more tax than they have, which is debatable to put it mildly, it is still their money, not yours.

The state takes people's and companies' own money from them when it taxes them. It is open to individual persons and corporate bodies to dispute the state's demands for their money, which Vodafone did. They have paid what the state required. They are not required to pay a penny more.

The same applies to you, you stupid leftie bastards. Unless of course you think the state owns you and all your worldly goods and you're happy to hand over your last penny to the state, in which case, fuck you.

Arseholes led by bastards

Well I certainly am loving the prospect of paying even higher taxes to support 'students' so desperate to get an education that they bunk off the lectures I've paid for. Yes, really, your fees don't begin to cover the cost of running your university/college.

Delighted to see the vicious idiots running around London laughing as they damage other people's stuff*, the repairs to which will have to be paid for by... oh yes, not them. Me.

I'm especially loving paying for Canterbury schoolchildren to commit criminal damage, egged on by apparatchiks with Unite bullhorns. Oh, and where'd you get that banner, children?

Way to go, kids. You certainly know how to get us all on your side. Oh, and do carry on listening to the hard left. They have your best interests at heart. 'S a well-known fact, that.

*But I forgot. Property is theft. Ah, the 60s. How well I remember. And yes, I fucking do remember. I was a student, once. But I made use of my years in academe. Too busy to run around shouting and throwing things.

Destructive idiots.

29 November 2010

Ice. Thinner every day, Dave.

In Opposition, David Cameron promised to allow [the] deportation [of foreign criminals] by abolishing the Human Rights Act, which makes British courts follow the European Convention on Human Rights. Now that he’s in office, he won’t do that, because it would involve leaving the European Union, which he isn’t prepared to do.

Source

No, but seriously

Does anyone really think that every nation's government cables are not like those just leaked? Who honestly believes that the government cables of China, Russia, Iran, Iraq, Congo, Somalia, North Korea or, come to that, the Maldives and the Seychelles are all SFW reports of the local poetry scene, suitable for the maiden aunts?

If you answered yes to that, it's time for your medicine.

So, the leakers. Open government my arse. Anti government, possibly. But anti what government? Oh, I see.

OK, Julian, let's do it your way & tear the USA down*. And then what? A world government of Julians?

How would Assange and co have dealt with the plea for American muscle in the fight againt Nazism and savage dictatorship in the 1940s? Suppose the eeeeeevil Yanks had not joined in and Hitler had won? But Hitler (and Tojo) didn't win. American muscle and British Empire (sic) grit won, whether the lefties fucking like it or not.

'Libertarians'? *facepalm*

No. Fuck, no. NO! Just arseholes. Arseholes with computer skills, clones of their political idols, the nihilist arseholes of the 1960s.

Wikileaks are not tribunes of the people. They are nasty little kids who have deliberately pee-ed all over the carpet and now they and their gang are squeaking with glee at how clever and brave they are to get their little willies out - right in front of Grandma! Thing is, Grandma's seen it all before. "It's not big and it's not clever. Oh, and every fool has a bigger one than yours, dear. Now clean that up. Oh wait, you can't can you?"

As I said, arseholes.

* Good luck with that.

Noooooo! Srsly?

I guess the lefties at the Graun are keeping the good stuff to themselves. (Funny how the Mail isn't on the Wikileaks Christmas card list.) This is the diplomatic bloody dynamite the Mail came up with.

Oh gosh my word stap me vitals butter me bum and call me a barmcake.

Is that it? It's hardly news to the blokes down the Rat & Cockle. But, hold! If they knew all this, maybe they're all American diplomats... or maybe even (sshh!) long-term CIA sleepers! Their accents are brilliant. You'd honestly think they were genuine East Anglia hayseeds.

Tomorrow's Mail today: Britons beware! Be on the lookout for CIA 'sleepers' down your way! They may be sending rude cables about your taste in garden ornaments back to the State Department! This is what your local Pentagon spook may look like:

Stop press: Just heard there's a prayer meeting tomorrow at 9 am at the Pentagon, at which the congregation will beseech the Almighty to keep an eye on Julian Assange, lest he fall down any steep concrete stairs. In the dark. When there's no-one about to hear his cries for help.

27 November 2010

ConHome discovers irony

Socialism not a dirty word, Miliband says as he sets out vision

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. On so many levels.

Ice. Thin ice.

On which the Prime Minister is skating.

So far, perhaps out of deference to his coalition partners,and despite his pledge to prevent further erosions of British sovereignty, [David Cameron] has permitted Brussels to take control of regulation of the City: help itself to hundreds of millions of pounds to finance an increase in the EU budget and risked some tens of billions more by participating in the EU bailout fund. Unless the Prime Minister rediscovers his inner Eurosceptic, Britain will have to wait for the collapse of the eurozone to recover some of its lost sovereignty. - Irwin Steltzer, The Spectator, 20 November 2010

Prodicus is a Tory and, for now, despite recent outrages, remains a member of the Conservative Party. These are not synonymous, Mr Cameron.

Coalition with the Liberal Democrats has made many urgently necessary actions easier, politically, for a Conservative Party in government to accomplish. David Cameron played a political blinder in engineering it, to make a virtue out of necessity.

The Liberal Democrat Party, however, despite Sir John Major's dream, has probably signed its own death warrant in exchange for the mess of potage which some of its senior members are currently enjoying.

At the next election, few voters will 'agree with Nick', even assuming Nick himself is around to plead with them. That political phenomenon, a species of hysteria, was singular and has passed. It may be that some of the more Liberal LibDem members of the Coalition Cabinet may find themselves marooned on an island of liberal-conservatism as the LibDem tide goes out, and decide to make the best of it, leaving their loonier, leftier confreres, epitomised by the increasingly risible Hughes-ites, to consider their own position and perhaps (re-) join the Labour Party.

The world is changing, and quickly. Thanks to aggressive Islamism, the western world - and this may be something of a tautology - is becoming increasingly conscious of its occidental identity. Despite the screams of the hard-left few and their appeal to the innocent and inexperienced, the world has rejected socialism and is in the process of rejecting multiculturalism: in a word, turning Right. In this very moment, the European Union is being rocked to its foundations by the inherent flaws in its fatuous currency experiment, now seen by the continent's most important and powerful electorates to be harming the very people who were told it would benefit them. Euro-topia is about to be torn apart by angry Northern Europeans who are considering throwing their lying and deluded political leaders out.

To leave what, exactly, behind, in the political wreckage?

The United Kingdom is shackled to this catastrophe.

The senior partner in our coalition government, the Conservative Party, is beholden to the hard line better-off-out majority in its own party for its electoral success, such as it was. (The grass roots got the vote out, despite themselves.) The Conservative Party in government owes a duty to the entire country in which there is a majority for leaving the European Union, especially now, before the blinkered and corrupt oligarchy which runs the EU and which represents no-one but itself, drags us into the economic (and political) hell it has already ensured for the peoples of Southern Europe and of Ireland, in which crime, of course, the political elites in those benighted places are fully culpable and complicit.

The junior partner in the coalition wants even closer (and some of its leaders total) integration of the United Kingdom into EU-hell, along the lines recently outlined by the obviously desperate President Rompuy who urges the actual abolition of Europe's nations. Well, at least it's clear where we stand with him, even as we note his astounding stupidity and blindness to the origins of the storm around him. Still, if all politicians were as frank, we would not be where we are.

And so to the United Kingdom's coalition government, in the short-medium term a practical necessity out of which is coming some good. In the medium-longer term, it is doomed by the poison which now attaches to the name of Clegg in the minds of the more hysterical electors who put him where he is today and who now wish to string him up for being a realist and a grown-up having purported to be Che Guevara-lite in a nice tie.

At the next election, we shall return to the three party system, with either the Conservative or Labour Party winning a majority.

In the long term, with the flawed dream of European economic and political union being seen by the peoples of Europe to be inimical to both their well-being and their widely disparate cultural integrities, any government, of any party, in any country, which insists on the priority of the failed Euro-experiment against the will of and to the great harm of its people, will fall.

Never mind David Cameron's Sir John's dream of extended coalition. The majority (sovereignty-minded and anti-socialist) grown-ups among the electorate won't have it, as long as the Liberal Democrats refuse to recant on their Euro-dogma.

Which they won't, unless the EU-sky falls in, for when did the Liberal Democrats (other than to grab at Cameron's coat-tails this time round) ever face up to reality? There was no need for them to do so because they were never going to have to deal with it in office. Ah, how quickly the unthinkable can happen. After 2015, the LibDems will return to their luxurious former position and be able to resume wagging their fingers at us all from their look-out up there on the moral high ground. No-one will hear them, though, because we will all be down here in the real world, scratching a living out of the ruins of Europe's 'economic and political union'.

At least, that's the sunnier scenario. A darker vision is of a scorched continent dotted with lampposts from which dangle the charred remains of Europe's former 'elite', while howls of impotent rage and the moans, in several tongues, of the ruined and the desperate disturb our sleepless nights.

Can we leave yet?

26 November 2010

Memo to the Coalition (and anyone else who wants to govern me)

I require you to do the following, and nothing else.

I demand that you:

... create a climate where we are unlikely to be victims of crime.

... prevent us from being invaded, or defeated in war. ***

... guarantee that property rights are secure, contracts fairly enforced, disputes impartially arbitrated, the law open to all seeking redress.

... ensure that children receive a decent education, whatever their parents’ means.

... ensure that the sick receive medical attention, whatever their means.

... do these things without confiscating any more of our assets through taxation than absolutely necessary.

I am indebted to Daniel Hannan for the list, to which I added the penultimate item.

*** Oh, and I would further add this:

... ensure that we are never, in any circumstances, handed over to be governed by unaccountable foreign oligarchs who are set upon destroying our ancient way of life and against whom we have no redress.

See?

Told you, Dave. Why you no rissen?

24 November 2010

What Gove's up against

Thickness. Sheer, undiluted thickness.

Labour's Meg Munn says removing the rule requiring 24 hours' notice before children have detention could put children at risk. That's because children who are being groomed for sexual abuse could tell their parents they have been in detention when they have actually been spending time with someone trying to abuse them. - Andrew Sparrow's Politics Blog.

What does this observation tell us? That Ms Munn is thicker than the average schoolchild?

Yep.

23 November 2010

Breaking: Sociology 'experts' catch up with the rest of us

The world-famous Holier Than Thou department of the Joseph Rowntree Foundation has this morning announced a Great Revelation which came to their expensively-commissioned 'university researchers' at the very moment they closed their copy of My First History Book which you read when you were eight.

'People live in towns and cities because it's cheaper than living in the country.'

The voices in their heads told them to inform the taxpayer-funded parasites at a Labour-established Defra quango who in their turn told their mates at the BBC which is running the Rowntree Revelation as a 'business news' headline on all channels.

The full press release details what, in terms of economics, all normal grown-ups (i.e., non-sociologists) since the time of Gilgamesh have regarded as the bleeding obvious.

Asked for a comment, Little Piddling's village idiot muttered, 'Yeah, 'strue innit. I'm skint, anyway. Save Britain's world class universities. Riot now. Gissa fag, mate.'

21 November 2010

Phuket, Dave.

Go to Thailand.

Politics is about priorities, so get a grip and take the missus off to the sun for a break, there's a good chap. She needs her holiday and so, frankly, does whoever's running the country. That would be you, in the present case.

Don't try to be a populist over this holiday business. You'll look like a weak, dissembling plonker and it'll get you nowhere.

Is anyone in possession of a functioning brain cell impressed that you're cancelling a holiday in the sun? No. You're rich, and so bloody what? Are you going to become poor all of a sudden, or try to become someone else entirely, just to placate... whom? Toilets and his horrible chums at the Mirror?

Hypocrites and marxoids will spit at you whatever you do. Phuk 'em.

Bon voyage.

Arff

funny pictures-...and so I says to the bartender,
see more Lolcats and funny pictures

16 November 2010

A doctor writes

The British Medical Association has weighed in on the Coalition's NHS proposals.

The allergists voted to scratch it but the dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves.

The gastroenterologists had a sort of a gut feeling about it but the neurologists thought the administration had a lot of nerve.

The obstetricians felt they were all labouring under a misconception.

The ophthalmologists considered the idea short-sighted.

The pathologists said "Over my dead body!" while the paediatricians said "Oh, grow up!"

The psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while the radiologists could see right through it.

The surgeons were fed up with the cuts and decided to wash their hands of the whole thing. The ENT specialists wouldn’t hear of it.

The interns thought it was a bitter pill to swallow, and the plastic surgeons said, "This puts a whole new face on the matter...."

The podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the urologists were pissed off at the whole idea.

The anaesthetists thought the whole idea was a gas, and the cardiologists didn't have the heart to say no.

In the end, the proctologists won out, leaving the entire decision up to the arseholes in London.

________________

* Note to the house pedant: Yes, I know that only Americans think podiatrists are proper doctors. Get a life, FFS.

A Norfolk fisherman writes

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12 November 2010

Post of the era: Blame the medium

Dizzy does it again.

http://dizzythinks.net/2010/11/dont-blame-judges-or-state-blame-medium.html

Unions are bad for you. Good for them.

An organisation which purports to exist to redress grievance must ensure that its prospective clients feel aggrieved in order to establish a market for its services,

To secure its own survival and the advancement of its elite echelon, the organisation must ensure that its existing clients feel aggrieved in perpetuity: when one grievance is remedied, another must be identified which can take its place.

Not another one

No, I haven't gone the way of the blessed bloggery unforgotten. Just busy for a bit, is all. Back to normal in a few days. Meanwhile, bastards, I am still here, still watching.

Sent from my iPhone

11 November 2010

Bloggery FAIL

On my part.

Life has intervened. Nothing serious. Just stuff. Back soonest. Talk amongst yourselves for a while.

What? Yeah, and you.

RIP

06 November 2010

Dictionary Corner #573

Dictionary Corner

And this is what a smirk looks like, children:
... the dreadful deal which Gordon Brown struck with British Aerospace for those carriers. Mr Brown’s constituents, many of whom work in the shipyard making the carriers, duly benefited. The rest of us were shafted.
Committee member Jesse Norman (Con, Hereford) yesterday spoke of ‘a sense of bewilderment’ that the deal was so bad for the taxpayer.
Mr Osborne observed that the aircraft carriers remained close to Mr Brown’s heart. ‘We note the subject he chose to give his first [Commons] speech on,’ said Mr Osborne dryly. Letts.
Tomorrow's word is AXE. Here is a special sort of AXE. Do you know what it's for?

Ars gratia artis

A fake Hirst is not a Hirst not made by Hirst, of course, as Hirst does not make his own work anyway. It is a Hirst not made by Hirst which Hirst says is not a Hirst, though in all other respects it is quite possibly identical to a Hirst not made by Hirst, which Hirst says is a Hirst.

Clear?

02 November 2010

Arf.

funny dog pictures-so a dog walks into a bar....

By all means, you watch it if you want to...

... but I just can't. The nausea... the retching... the peristaltic spasms... the clenching... I have to go and evacuate my bowels, now. OK, I need arsewipes. Where did I put those newspaper cuttings?

Ah, that's better.

I gather the pompous bastard showed up, moral compass in hand, to plead, nobly and humbly with his victorious political enemies to commit to 'investing' in... ooh, look... his Labour neighbour's Westminster* constituency.

*In the Scottish parliament, the LibDems have ousted Labour thereabouts, which has nothing to do with the matter in hand, obviously.

Mair sillar for yurr ain folk at hame, is it, Gordon? Sod off. I already gave.

Look, you horrible smirking cancer on the arse of the body politic. The turnout in the House late last night was merely to mock the transparent party-politicking of your showing up at all after... how many days' leisure at public expense? Really? You really didn't realise?

Brown, you are a living insult to the electorate of the United Kingdom the greater number of whom fired you, you may recall, in May. You have even betrayed your bought and paid for clients by sitting on your backside and scribbling for six months instead of doing your duty as their MP.

So get yourself off my TV, fuck off and write another book. Like your best-seller on Courage, currently one pee at all remainder shops. Or how about another tract for the comrades, like this one, available at the same outlets.

Yes, I still fucking hate the sight of you, you ruinous utter bastard.

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01 November 2010

Cat Stevens

'He told me in 1997, eight years after saying on TV that Rushdie should be lynched, that he was in favour of stoning women to death for adultery. He also reconfirmed his position on Rushdie.
He set up the Islamia school in Brent, which is currently undergoing council-backed expansion. Its mission statement three years ago explicitly stated that its aim was to bring about the submission of the individual, the community and the world at large to Islam. For this aim it now receives [English] state funding.'

Andrew Anthony, Observer hack, to Nick Cohen.

Are we fucking suicidal, or what?

THIS high on the hog? They're taking the wossname, aren't they?

Baroness Ashton, as EU foreign secretary, is being paid £313,213 a year – almost two-and-a-half times British Foreign Secretary William Hague’s salary of £138,000. [And 25 per cent more than the President of the United States.]
Ashton’s annual pension after five years as EU foreign secretary plus one year as EU Trade Commissioner will be £62,925.
When she leaves Brussels, she will get moving expenses and a golden handshake of an astonishing £445,674.

A warning to America: the apotheosis of the anti-democratic European Socialist quangocrat

Such protected spheres of influence provide an unprecedented breeding ground for the political class. There is now a well-trodden career path from the politicized NGOs of the left, via the left-leaning quangos, to high office in the Labour Party and thence to the lucrative bureaucracies of the European Union. The Parliamentary Labour Party now consists almost entirely of career politicians who have spent their lives spending other people's money and providing ideological reasons for stealing more of it.

An astonishing example is Baroness Ashton, the first ever "foreign minister" of the European Union -- and therefore my foreign minister, who negotiates on my behalf with all the governments of the world.

I know a lot about Baroness Ashton's career. But I don't know anything else about her other than that she is having to learn French for the first time. When our country had control of its foreign relations, a knowledge of French was the first requirement for any position in foreign affairs. Now, it seems, you can reach the very summit of European politics with no qualifications at all. Lady Ashton began as a secretary in the most destructive of all the left-wing NGOS, the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament, a KGB-funded pressure group that nearly succeeded in preventing the deployment of cruise missiles in Britain, at a time of real and pressing Soviet threat. She moved to the "Central Council for Education and Training in Social Work," a leftist quango devoted to the maintenance of the welfare state's most hopeless victims. From there she moved smoothly to the National Health Service, became chair of the Health Authority in Hertfordshire, and was finally appointed vice president of the National Council for One Parent Families. She entered the House of Lords at the behest of Tony Blair, and in accordance with his policy of filling the upper house with leftist apparatchiks. She became a European Commissioner by appointment, the choice being Gordon Brown's, and foreign minister likewise, as a result of a deal worked out by the European political elite. Never once has this woman ventured to propose herself for election to anything. Instead she has been carried from office to office by a class whose interests she can be guaranteed to represent, and whose agenda she will never question.

Scruton goes on to praise 'our bravest member of the European Parliament, the English* conservative Daniel Hannan', and to recommend the latter's latest book, The New Road to Serfdom, in the strongest possible terms. He suggests Hannan's 'letter of warning to America' should be on sale at every Tea Party. He's quite Right, of course.

Sound fellows, Scruton and Hannan. Between them, they keep my fading hope alive.

__________________

* Nice one, Roger.

Scruton: immovable quangocrats, destroying democracy for their own ends and living high on the hog

... the political process in Europe, where only unimportant matters are discussed in elected legislatures, and where the real decisions are taken behind closed doors, among members of the political class. This class includes a few elected politicians, or at any rate politicians who have at some point been elected to some office that may or may not still exist. But elected politicians form only a small proportion of the elite, most of whose members are in any case unelectable. Far more important are the upper echelons of the bureaucracy, the "captains of industry," the trade union barons, the favored members of the professoriate, and the people who, for whatever reason, are owed favors by the ruling party.
Until recently the British Parliament made spasmodic efforts to retain control over the use of tax revenue and to account for legislation to the people. Gradually, however, the political class has triumphed over politics: most legislation, and most political decisions, are now governed by bureaucrats who enjoy lifelong security of tenure and who need never account for what they do. And the decision-making powers of local government and civil associations have been transferred to "quasi-autonomous non-government organizations," staffed by tried and trusted members of the political elite. The Labour Party has been particularly energetic in creating and financing these "quangos," so that there are now nearly 900 of them, consuming a tax-funded income of £170 billion a year. Many of them have legislative or quasi-legislative powers, like the Health and Safety Directorate, which has encumbered our society with absurd regulations and imposed crippling expenditures on business. Some even have powers of policing, like the Commission for Racial Equality, which regularly prosecutes people, usually without success, for racist thought-crimes. Their officers are shielded from the normal consequences of decision-making while often receiving salaries that can be matched in the private sector only by CEOs. Two hundred quangos have been added in the last two years alone, including the "Herbal Medicines Advisory Committee," the "Thames Gateway Development Corporation," and the "School Food Trust," funded to the tune of £63 million in order to explore ways of improving the meals served in schools.

He's Right, of course.