Thursday 27 August 2015

New Peers - a volunteer

Oh dear - Our Dave has had seven of his nominations for a peerage rejected as being unworthy - or unsuitable - to be elevated to the House of Lords. Makes you wonder what sort of dross he was proposing when you see the sort of people who have sailed through the vetting process over the last decade or so.  Also proves -once again- two maxims of mine - Change for the sake of Change is always Bad and -If it isn't Broken don't Fix it.  The old unreformed House of Lords may have had it's faults but it was cheap, reasonably free of political corruptions and it worked.   Contrast it with what has replaced it.  A top heavy behemoth of a legislature - full of free loaders and people who - routinely- abuse their expenses- all of whom -apart from an honest rump of hereditary peers - owe their presence their to political patronage. How much better - how much more honest -was the old House of Lords dominated instead by people who owed their place  there to their birth rather than their ability to grease political palms and lick political bottoms.

As someone who has never done either I realise that I am totally unqualified to be a modern day peer but I am still prepared selflessly to put myself forward as a suitable candidate to be a member of the House of Lords.  

Tuesday 18 August 2015

Syrian migrants - bunch of cowards

There was a picture in yesterday's paper of a long line of Syrian men waiting to get on a Cruise liner chartered by the Greek government where they will stay while their asylum applications are processed.

They all looked pretty fit to me so what on earth are they doing running away from their country. I mean if you don't like the Assad regime then there are plenty of opposition armies you can join ranging from the totally nasty ISIL to militias raised to protect the various minorities who live in Syria.

I wondered -looking at the picture - on what was the anniversary of VJ day - what we would have thought of a similar line of fit young Brits applying for asylum in the USA in 1940 - but we know the answer don't we - we would have considered them the scum of the earth.       

 

Thursday 6 August 2015

Ted Heath is innocent

I am no fan of Edward Heath -  a conceited blob of lard - who is well up there among the worst Prime Minister this long suffering country has had inflicted on it over the last hundred odd years. I do though believe that there is not a shred of truth in the allegations against him regarding young boys.  Sexually I think our Ted was neuter - just totally uninterested in anyone but himself.

However being a very high profile bachelor it is unsurprising that a couple of unsubstantiated allegations were once made about him - what is more surprising is that only two such allegations were ever made.  In this modern world though two old nutty allegations about the sexual activities of a long dead man are all that is needed for the press to start screaming 'Cover up' and demanding a 'investigation'  and the police - who can't be bothered to investigate burglaries  in some parts of the country  suddenly find enormous amounts of energy and 'resources' to carry out an investigation into a man who is dead!

Actually it gets better - for the police that is. As not content to investigate and then debunk these old accusations they have come up with the wonderful idea of appealing for new allegations. Not surprisingly- in a country of 60 million - of whom according to MIND -at least one in four suffer mental health problems in anyone year- there has been a good response. So good in fact that soon virtually every police force in the country will have a dedicated Sir Edward Heath investigation team- burning up the miles and overtime as they carry out a totally pointless task.  The pursuit of accusations against the dead has taken the modern Witch Hunt to new extremes of absurdity. How we laughed at school at the stupidity of the Charles II and his advisors on digging up the remains of Cromwell and hanging them in chains after his Restoration in 1660. It is nice to know that the stupidity of our rulers has not altered one wit over the last 450 odd years