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Saturday, 12 November 2016

Is it time for the FBI to take down Soros?

A greed for wealth is rarely divorced from a greed for power. Couple this with the contempt with which the very rich regard democracy and you have the foetid breeding ground for loathsome bottom feeders that may include George Soros to operate. Leaks from intelligence agencies are revealing that Soros is funding anarchic and seditious street thuggery, violence, arson and assault. His money is allegedly behind both the anti-Trump riots and the Black Lives Matter disorder, it has been revealed. 

He is also suspected by FSB of being behind the Ukraine mafia thuggery and power-seizures. The parents of one US police officer killed in Soros-funded riots are also currently suing him for $550m. 

Well, if all this is true, the world can't have a mega wealthy anarchist on the loose, disrupting lives, order, settled government and public peace. Soros fills the profile of a Marvel Comics villian, but we don't need Batman to take him down - the FBI, MI5, FSB and an international arrest warrant should be enough. Perhaps it's high time Mr Soros donned the orange jumpsuit at Gitmo Bay.

Friday, 11 November 2016

Desperate Idiot Rasmussen pleads at Trump

The EU and NATO's desperately wrong attempts to pull Ukraine from Russia's orbit into Europe have done nothing but cause death, misery, poverty and tension. Catherine Ashton, possibly the most incompetent unelected official ever appointed by the EU, sneaked off after her signal and manifold failures, to hide in well-deserved obscurity. Rasmussen, the idiot running NATO at the time, is still making pathetic attempts to draw Trump's US into a face-off with Putin's Russia. 

Well, if Rasmussen and other half-witted lunatics like him had the collective intelligence of an artichoke they would realise what was bound to happen. A bankrupt EU is now committed to pouring funds into a failed and corrupt state run by a corrupt mafia of violent thugs. And in the past few weeks, Putin has determined to steal Turkey from under NATO's nose in an exquisite revenge for Ukraine. Relations between Russia and Turkey have never been warmer; Turkey has even placed significant arms and military equipment orders with Russia. At the same time, Turkey's coming land grabs in Iraq of the Sunni areas in the North, undoubtedly with Russian approval, may well aggravate relations with NATO to the point at which Turkey's membership is suspended.  

Trump is perfectly correct about the EU's free riders taking the piss out of the US. Germany, Spain and Italy need to double their defence spend to reach the 2% benchmark (even though the UK's was cooked by crooked Osborne to reach the target by including pension costs). Currently the US bears some 74% of NATO's indirect costs. However, Federast hubris may well block change. The EU wants its own army, and any additional EU defence spend is likely to be directed at building central EU command structures and integrated forces not under NATO command. This is exactly the right way for the Berleymont artichokes to prompt Trump to wind down NATO. 

We should start work now to anticipate the EU's stupidity. A new Atlantic alliance between the UK and US will allow our joint forward troops to be pulled well back, beyond the point where they can be misused by the likes of Rasmussen to poke the bear. The trip line can be moved West, from the Vistula to the Oder, though Poland is unlikely to be happy. And we'll leave the EU army to it. 

Thursday, 10 November 2016

Trump backlash threatens democracy

The responsible political class in the USA were far quicker and more certain yesterday in endorsing the country's democratic choice than were their British counterparts following Brexit. They remembered that first and foremost they are Americans, and that Country trumps faction or party. In the UK, where loyalties to global federalism rivals loyalties to the nation, losing politicians will not always put country first. 

I do wonder though whether both Brexit and the Trump victory are not the final magnificent manifestations of the foundation of democracy as we know it - universal suffrage and the secret ballot. Enshrined in Article 21 of the 1948 Universal Declaration of Human Rights, drafted by men who had seen the Nazi extermination camps with their own eyes, they have formed the bedrock of post-war global democratic standards. 

The ongoing urban whine in the UK and the demonstrations today in the US demonstrate that not everyone, and particularly not younger citizens, support democracy. There is a chilling chart in the Telegraph this morning;

Fewer than half of those in Europe born after the 1970s think that democracy is 100% essential. We have seen manifestations of this already - with the remainian class looking at a variety of democratic alternatives that will give them power despite of and not because of democratic outcomes.

As time goes on and demographics change, a new cohort that believes far less in democracy than we do will take control. Sobibor and Treblinka are too far distant from their experience for them to fear giving up democratic rights in exchange for a government that follows their agenda. 

We must pin Article 21 to the mast - if, in both the USA and in the UK, we're fighting for anything, it is this.
Article 21
(1) Everyone has the right to take part in the government of his country, directly or through freely chosen representatives.
(2) Everyone has the right of equal access to public service in his country.
(3) The will of the people shall be the basis of the authority of government; this will shall be expressed in periodic and genuine elections which shall be by universal and equal suffrage and shall be held by secret vote or by equivalent free voting procedures.

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

Well Bugger Me ...

Well bugger me. He's done it. I honestly never thought he would. Not that I ever liked that bloody crooked woman.

OK I'll suspend all previous opinions of Trump and give him a fair chance to prove himself. 

Oh, the whining and snotty tears of the leftard liberati will be awesome! C'mon Polly Toynbee, Owen Jones and all - share your pain!

Right, going to crack a beer, load up the living room wood burner and take the morning off.

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

Care for the mentally ill

Colchester in my youth not only had the most marvellous garrison in England, several square miles that provided everything a lad on a bike could want, from collecting lost live rounds from the firing range (an imprisonable offence today) to access to the officers' heated pool, but the town also had one of the finest mental hospitals that Victorian piety could produce. The patients staffed a vast steam laundry that processed linen from the nearby medical hospitals and kept the grounds beautifully manicured. The staff had a theatre and time to mount and rehearse Christmas pantos of a quality unrivalled by the town's little rep theatre. I recall Jack and the Beanstalk with Daleks - and what a wonder of light, smoke and thrills for both its youthful audience and the inmates in the auditorium. 

The inmates also included several artists of note. For some reason restricted to watercolour and gouache I bought or was given several and only discovered the distinguished nature of their creators in recent years. The inmates weren't dangerous, just odd. Those I met as a lad included a deaf man of about sixty - Bragg - who was completely sane, but had been committed as a child at a time when deafness was reason enough for institutionalising a child. When a man with a barrow of manure was asked by an inmate in the grounds for its purpose, the barrowman replied "It's to put on my strawberries". "Oh" came the confused response "I usually put sugar on mine". 

Of course the vast green oasis of calm, its sprawling ranges of red-brick buildings and its laundry were all shut down to be converted into a new housing estate. The inmates were moved to seaside bedsits in Clacton and Jaywick and permanently sedated. Many, after a lifetime of institutional care, simply couldn't cope. Much the same happened to much of the garrison. Today, the mentally ill are largely confined to prisons, living riskily amongst violent crims, druggies and Islamists, but at least no longer free to talk randomly to strangers on the bus, thus protecting the general population from oddness. 

It hardly needs repeating that the mentally ill are not lepers, that it's not contagious and that each day we ourselves are spared from becoming ill is a benison to be celebrated. But if we are made so uncomfortable by the non-violent mentally ill that we don't want them amongst us, and if it's frequently better for them to be housed and cared for in an institution apart from our daily lives, the very least we can do is not to use criminal prisons for the purpose. Really, this is not good. 

Sunday, 6 November 2016

Is she not fragrant? British justice in the dock

British judges have a long history of being slated for making absurd and idiotic judgements and comments. From the judge gulled by his prick into commenting to the jury about a criminal defendant's wife "Is she not fragrant?" to our own much lamented Judge Bertrand Richards who sat at Ipswich for many years and who once let a rapist off with a fine after judging the victim contributed to her victimhood by hitchhiking from a USAF base late at night. He was subject at the time to vilification from womens' groups far exceeding that directed at the Three Stooges in the past few days.

British judges were rightly seen as establishment targets, remote and out of touch with reality, from my earliest youth. In the 1970s they were mercilessly pilloried by satirists from Python to John Mortimer; no TV comedy show was complete without a deaf, stupid or sexually perverted judge in (or out of) full robes. They have appeared regularly on the cover of Private Eye saying stupid things, a fair revenge from a publication much subject to asinine judgements. "Who, pray, are the Beatles?" was an entirely credible question attributed to a judge from a class of judges intellectually removed from the British people. 

So please, please, spare me this faux outrage at the comments directed at the Three Stooges in the past few days. Judges have quite rightly always been fair game for public comment; it comes from their unprecedented power to lawfully destroy lives, if no longer by hanging folk then by caging them like dogs. No barrister ever donned the black stockings, suspenders and little buckled court shoes without realising that they were from then on a subject of public comment. 

And if the eleven judges of the Supreme Court reverse the judgement of the Three Stooges I will expect nothing less than that every scribbler, politico and dag who has rushed to defend the Three Stooges does exactly the same for those pronouncing the final verdict.