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Saturday, 3 July 2010

Nye Bevan, gulag-apologist, slated by his own

The truly repulsive Nye Bevan, gulag-apologist extraordinaire and Soviet agent, on whom Gordon Brown bestows his adulation, is coming in for a slating from New-Labour apologists as the comrades get down to the sort of leadershit infighting that only Labour do so well.

I've written before on how Bevan stood on his hind legs in the Commons and praised Stalin's Russia to the rafters long after the facts of the Holodomor were known. As millions died in agonising starvation, Bevan feasted with tales of Stalin's munificence.

Now Hywell Williams in the Guardian demolishes the reputation of the Old-Labour saint even further. Bevan switched from disarmament to developing the UK's nuclear arsenal only because his Soviet masters told him to. For this treason alone, Bevan's rotten corpse should be dragged from the grave, burnt to ash and scattered in the sewers. And Bevan lied to both the nation and his cabinet colleagues in setting up the NHS on Stalinist central command lines; it was only the basic human decency of others within Labour that prevented him implementing the murder of the chronically sick and disabled so strongly advocated within sections of the Labour Party at that time. *

Reading the comments to the Guardian piece is to realise the hardline Stalinist left is alive and well, and out in force to preserve Bevan in the socialist hagiography. But this loathsome and treasonous man deserves nothing but universal opprobrium and the contempt of history.

*In 1933, in a preface to On The Rocks, Bernard Shaw derided the principle of the sanctity of human life as an absurdity to any good Socialist, calling for extermination to be put 'on a scientific basis'. Shortly after, in the Listener, Shaw wrote;
Appeal to the chemists to discover a humane gas that will kill instantly and painlessly: in short a gentlemanly gas - deadly by all means, but humane, not cruel. It might be useful in war, but if another war does not come, we shall find a use for it at home.
Shaw reasoned that to kill off the acquisitive classes is "quite reasonable and very necessary" since 'no punishment will ever cure them of their capitalistic instincts'.

Though Shaw was more concerned with the extermination of the idle, the unfit and opponents of Socialism, he defended the rights of the Nazis to exterminate the Jews - but preserving the clever ones. Writing to Beatrice Webb in 1938, he said;
We ought to tackle the Jewish question by admitting the right of States to make eugenic experiments by weeding out any strains they think undesirable, but insisting they do it as humanely as they can afford to
With a 'humane lethal gas' no doubt.

Along with Shaw, the Webbs and HG Wells, even Virginia Woolf was a supporter of State murder; after passing a line of the profoundly mentally ill, she wrote "Imbeciles - every one of them a miserable, ineffective, shuffling, idiotic creature. It was perfectly horrible. They should certainly be killed."

Friday, 2 July 2010

Rickets - when breast is not best

Following on from the piece below, the Evening Standard tonight publishes the findings of Tower Hamlets GP into the health of the heavily immigrant population; "It's very similar to what you would find in developing countries in big parts of our communities."

In nations with greater solar exposure than the UK - including Pakistan, Bangladesh and Somalia - the native population's exposure to the sun is enough for the skin to convert Vitamin D from an inactive to an active state, in which it assists in absorbing calcium from the gut. Here, in the absence of so much sunlight, our traditional diet provides the same Vitamin D to our northern European population. Without Vitamin D you get rickets - bowed legs from soft bones. Rickets is alive and well in Tower Hamlets and the rest of this part of East London.

What we should advise mothers immigrating from 'at risk' nations is this; expose as much of your skin and your children's skin as possible, spend lots of time outdoors with your skin exposed, use formula milk instead of breast and eat oily fish such as herring and mackerel, and switch to the same diet as the native English.

Sadly, this all goes against the superstitious and primitive religious teachings of the at-risk groups, goes against the harridan shrieking of distaff Guardianistas that 'Breast is Best!' and is condemned as 'cultural imperialism' by the cerebrally challenged left.

And so we have Rickets.

It's not just years that kill

Draw a horizontal line eight miles long with its centre on Westminster. At the Western end, folk will live about ten eighteen years longer than those at the Eastern end, have less than a quarter of the infant mortality, Tuberculosis will be rare and they will tend to be lean as whippets on a diet of olive oil and lettuce. In the West, bedbugs and body lice are virtually unknown; in the East, bus and tube upholstery is riddled with their eggs.

The contrast is remarkable in anyone's eyes. For socialists, it is a powerful argument for taking lots of money from the people in the West and giving it to the people in the East. In fact, they've just spent thirteen years doing just this, and the result is that ..... all the inequalities have got worse.

But read the National Audit Office Report in detail. All the areas in the country with the worst all-age all-cause mortality rates, and with the worst life expectancy at birth rates, are areas with high immigrant populations, and particularly with high first generation immigrant populations. Strip out all those not born in the UK from all-age all-cause mortality rates and they dramatically equalise - not wholly, but significantly. And look in detail at infant mortality rates, for these too are distorted, with infants born to recent immigrants being more likely to die than those born to the established population. The situation suddenly stops looking like one due largely to income inequality and starts looking like one due largely to immigration status.

London's East End is the insanitary melting-pot for new arrivals that it always has been. Peasants from rural Pakistan, Somalia and Bangladesh crowd over-populated housing, bringing with them long-term chronic health problems, parasitic infestations and all the health risks that living crowded together in tiny council flats bring. In fact, as the NAO study reveals, 44% of the UK's immigrants live in the handful of spearhead local authority areas with the worst stats.

And this of course explains why all the cash thrown by Labour at the problem had absolutely no effect whatsoever - for at the same time, they were holding the immigration door wide open, and a flood of poor and very unhealthy people from the world's most primitive nations just swamped the health services in the target areas.

Which is why of course the BBC is spinning the report to demonstrate that if only we all stopped smoking, lost weight and gave up red wine this health inequality gap will disappear. Go figure.

Thursday, 1 July 2010

The Smoking Ban three years on

Trimdon Working Men's Club held its inaugural committee meeting back in 1919, in the drear shadows of a draining war and a flu pandemic. The war memorials had yet to go up in the small villages known as the 'Trimdons' and men were still tricking back to Durham from Mesopotamia and Egypt. The Club remained open during the dark years of the great Depression and again as war brought urgency and importance to the work of the mine. It provided warmth in the marrow-freezing chill of the Winter of 1947. It survived the virtual closure of the coal industry and the post-war depopulation of the county. It finally closed last week, a victim of the smoking ban, as Tony Blair earned another £100,000 to add to his substantial income.

The townscape here in South London has become bleak indeed. Four pubs within walking distance of my front door have closed, one is already razed and the others due for demolition. They have been scooped up by opportunistic Housing Associations to provide shabby slum bedsits for Nigerian village girls, and before very long will be on credit blacklists and 'no deliveries' zoned by all the local fast food outlets, with torn bags of putrescent waste littering the weed-strewn gardens.

Everywhere I go the depredations of the smoking ban are apparent; boarded up pubs, empty clubs, deserted and poisoned oases that once made walking the streets a pleasant adventure in search of the elusive perfect pub. The survivors are the chain multiples, the Weatherspoons, soulless and depressing haunts of emaciated benefit ghosts and devoid of even the slightest hint of individual character or ownership, heavy with the cloying stink of unwashed underclothes and hoover dust.

There are a few beacons to emerge from this gloom; pubs where the landlords have fought back, places where the newly-built smoker's shelter pays scant heed to the constructional requirements of the 2006 Health Act. In time these garden rooms, now complete with heating, insulation and a full set of doors and windows, will segue into the rest of the pub structure as fully fledged internal smoking bars. The gardens are now the property of smokers by moral right, and non-smokers venturing outside during the Summer months are conscious of the society they've excluded themselves from - a good humoured and sparky group, easy in eachother's company and with the shared bond of a now-internalised hatred of the Petty State.

I sense no great appetite amongst this government for strict enforcement of the ban, and no allowance should be made for doing so in the calculation of the government's grant to local councils. If they want to employ smoking inspectors rather than binmen, fine - they'll face the public at the ballot box.

The insidious lies from the morally righteous wing of the medical non-profession and lies and fake statistics from the fake charities continue to support the evidential con that gave rise to the ban, but they are proving to be the real losers from the Smoking Ban. Their reputation with the public is in shreds, their funding and bloated grasp on the public purse at risk. Frankly, people just don't believe them any more.

Three years on and the ban stands as most things that came from Labour - an expensive and divisive failure.

Wednesday, 30 June 2010

Millstone shortage in Belgium

It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones
After reading this truly shocking and horrifying account of the events in Belgium one can only conclude that Belgium has an acute shortage of Millstones.

The alternatives to prison

Evidence is clear that short prison sentences don't modify crim behaviour. By the time a young man has accumulated enough wrongdoing to finally earn a term in clink, he's already learned that he can ignore the law with impunity, or at worst a few weeks litter picking. You see, these are people for whom deferred gratification is saving enough BBQ sauce for the final chicken nugget; appealing to their long-term self interest is just so much wasted hot air.

Sentencing is supposed to serve two aims, retribution and rehabilitation. The popular view is that it doesn't achieve enough of either. But if short prison terms don't work - and they don't - then neither largely do community sentences. So here's a truly progressive alternative; branding.

Young people are excessively vain about their appearance. Using liquid Nitrogen to brand a big 'T' on the forehead of a habitual thief or shoplifter, or 'V' for violent offenders, 'D' for druggies and so on would work as a disincentive like few other measures. It would affect fashion; the branded would affect hoodies or headbands to hide their brands whilst honest citizens would expose their brows. If they continued to offend, we could progress to those mediaeval fallbacks of nose-slitting and ear removal.

Alright, yes I am being silly. But let's start thinking off the page about crime and punishment; we don't want to be like the US, where 1 in 15 citizens experience imprisonment, but neither do we want to live in a world of crims taking the piss. What would you do?

Tuesday, 29 June 2010

Home henkeeping

Animal rights luvvies are apparently concerned that Londoners are keeping hens 'without proper training or qualifications'. Well, many years ago I had half a dozen Rhode Island Reds running in my cottage orchard, and none of them, as far as I'm aware, had any training or qualifications at all. They ate, they drank, and for nine days they would lay an egg a day then take a couple of days off before starting again. In the winter I would mix some boiled-up frost-damaged spuds, bought for pennies a sack, with some layers' mash and the girls would attack the heap with something like avian ecstasy, their little faces coated with the stuff. In summer they dozed in their dust-scrapes occasionally lunging at a passing midge.

I do recall a middle-aged Guardianista women who moved to the village, though. She acquired a 'fancy' cock and a little harem of hens, was negligent in finding eggs and inevitably before long a hen appeared with a little trail of chicks at her tail. When they began dying, she sought advice from the village daddy, a champion henkeeper. Suspecting Coccidiosis, he asked "What are you feeding them on?" "Feeding them?" she replied "but they're not off their mother yet .."

Monday, 28 June 2010

Twat of the week

Rod Liddle, who was shredded recently by the leftie media for saying that most violent street crime in London was committed by black men, will no doubt feel vindicated by figures released under FOI by the Met that show that, er, most violent street crime in London is committed by black men.

As I've said before, this has more to do with the exceptionally high levels of bastardy in the black population than with colour. Being black doesn't predispose you towards crime, but growing up without your biological father does. Anyway, neither reality is being admitted by a fellow called Richard Garside of the centre for crime and justice studies at King's College London, who is quoted as saying
Given Britain's long history of racism and imperialism it should not greatly surprise us that black and minority ethnic groups are disproportionately members of social classes that have tended to experience greater victimisation and to be the subject of police attention. Just because the police treat black men as more criminal than white men, it does not mean that they are.

I don't know what Garside's subject is, but it clearly isn't history. For a start, a nation can't be 'racist', only people can. And imperialism was a phenomenon of the late nineteenth century that was dead by 1918. And perhaps the way he wriggles with his fingers in his ears going 'lalalala' to avoid hearing the evidence about the criminality of black men is representative of the standards of academic professionalism in the U of L today. But none of this does Britain's black population any favours; being honest about the root causes of the problem is the first step in motivating this cohort to do something about it.

Sunday, 27 June 2010

Send out the Clowns; There shouldn't be clowns

Japan's economy has by all accounts been in intensive care since the 1990s though I suspect it's not that apparent to the Japs; life goes on, people work, the nation exports. But economist Joseph Stiglitz, reported in today's Indie, blames Japan's policy of cutting public spending for plunging the country back into recession and warns Cameron of the risk that Osborne's cutting will be the same here.

But here I think the fundamental difference between Brown's incompetence and Cameron's prudence will become apparent. And it's the difference between consumption and investment spending. Brown would hire a clown for a birthday, Cameron would buy a piece of antique silver. Tomorrow the clown will be gone, and there is nothing to show for the money spent, but the silver remains, as valuable an asset as the cash that bought it.

What Osborne is cutting on a massive scale is Brown's expenditure on clowns.

Cameron is well aware of the risk of a double-dip recession, and he's creating fiscal room for measures to avert it should it come (and it's by no means even probable that it will) - capital, or investment spending. Hiring a Walking Coordinator for £25k a year sounds like a minor spending decision, but the lifetime cost of the purchase over 40 years will be around £1.18m including pension costs. Firing a single Walking Coordinator can therefore save up to about a million. Spend the same first year cost of £25k on re-roofing a police station and you get an asset of immediately increased value, and even though depreciated over the life of the new roof the annual costs are a fraction of hiring a clown. And you can re-roof another one the next year. And the next. And if the fiscal danger is over, you can stop spending.

With infrastructure spending, you not only have the asset but get the same economic benefits as hiring clowns - but instead of the £25k going to one person it goes to thirty or forty, including the roofer, the builder's merchant, the distributors and the slate-hewer. None of whom are dependent on the one job for their livelihoods. But neither will any of them feel obliged to vote for the man who hired them, and this, last, reason was always the driving force behind Brown's clown hiring.