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Saturday, 16 October 2010

Labour's poison legacy

Time has not diminished my visceral anger at the decade of criminal malfeasance by Labour that could still destroy our national competitive advantage. I believe more than ever that Brown and his crooked cabal belong in prison, and the fact that not one single MP has attempted to introduce a Bill of Attainder to put them there convinces me that the political class have closed ranks over this betrayal of the nation. 

The RAF costs £2.635bn a year and the Navy £2.185bn. Providing a bog-standard eduction to Blair and Brown's hordes of Pakistani and Bangladeshi immigrants currently costs £4.5bn a year. Let me repeat that. Migration Watch have published evidence that teaching the children of immigrants who have arrived over the past twelve years now costs £4.5bn a year, about the same as the nation's entire operating budget for the Navy and air force.  

And that's only the tip of the iceberg; poor, ignorant, diseased and unskilled immigrants from Pakistan, Bangladesh, Somalia and the like cost us billions more in health care costs, housing, welfare payments and policing. I'll bet the additional costs exceed that of running the entire army - £6.5bn a year. 

And all the while, their poor health, incestuous marriages, ignorance, ghettoism and primitivism distort and pull-down our national well being; they increase the level of poverty, increase genetic abnormalities in the population, increase the unemployment totals, lower national life expectancy and decrease average educational attainment. And this was Labour's corrupt and nihilistic policy, to weaken and destroy this Britain.

No, the anger is undiminished. Labour's criminal and poisonous legacy goes unpunished. Brown belongs behind bars, as do half the shadow cabinet.   

Friday, 15 October 2010

Making middle class life less comfortable

There is a well-sorted couple up the road who are not happy bunnies at the moment. Both in their thirties, he works on well rewarded contract appointments with much foreign travel but significant gaps between contracts and she works in education; she may bring the bread to the table, but he puts the butter and jam on it, in the shape of expensive foreign holidays, the Audi in the parking bay and nursery and daycare for their two sprogs (named Adam and Jocasta for all I know). Although I'm on nodding terms with them, my closest neighbour shares a nursery with them - hence the information above. In income terms I think I'm on safe ground in guessing they each earn more than £35k but less than £55k; in other words, they're squarely in the sights of the Coalition's spending cuts. 

As Simon Jenkins points out in the Guardian this morning, they have been the true beneficiaries of State Welfarism; whilst this blog amongst many others railed against the waste of Welfare, the iniquity of Welfare slavery and the assaults on our wallets, it wasn't people like our neighbours we had in mind. When the recession hit, it was something that happened to others, those who lived outside of London and the south-east, not those we nodded to in the street. Government savings didn't affect our blogreaders or our relatives. 

But for once, Cameron couldn't have been clearer in the run up to the election that this would be the case. He warned we would all have to share the pain, that the measures would hit across Britain, and  many nodded and voted Conservative still not believing he meant it. He's emerging as that rarest of creatures, a true one-nation Tory, with a deep inbuilt conviction in fair play and equity, and I have to support him wholly in this, even though the pain is close to home. 

For long periods in our recent history, Britain has managed to be a highly socially stratified society without extraordinary differences in the financial worth of each strata, unlike other Western nations, and this has been partly the reason for our political stability. The growth of the middle class from Tudor times as a distinct class has been accompanied by a host of distinguishing characteristics other than wealth. A member of the middle class had an income of £12,000 a year whilst a worker had a wage of £230.77 a week - although their incomes were exactly the same, they were not. A whole caucus of English literature and drama explored the struggle to maintain status and respectability amongst the former whilst the latter could get drunk, have fun and fornicate. Or the struggle of the latter to absorb the mores of the former as they dined in a college hall for the first time. Grammar Schools were not a perk of the wealthy that maintained exclusivity as many Tories wish they were today, but a truly equitable and democratic bridge. 

No. The middle class have become too wealthy; the differentials are too great, for a healthy society and a congruent nation, and they have done so at the taxpayer's expense. Unlike Labour, Cameron promises something far more valuable than bribes - a fairer and more equitable Britain, one nation. That's a prize worth winning. 

Thursday, 14 October 2010

Insurance scams

Crime goes up in a recession, and insurance claims increase. The two are not unrelated, and Scots police are complaining that they are not only wasting time but becoming complicit in fake insurance claims that require a police crime number.

I really don't know the answer to this one, other than differential premium pricing by the insurance companies; my boat insurance comes down each year as I maintain a claim-free record, and perhaps in future only those with long claim-free records will enjoy low premia, penalising the unlucky and the dishonest alike.

And the police need to get a lot better at detecting and solving real crime before anyone feels any sympathy. 

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Ryanair is crap, and I can say so

This site carries no paid advertising, and therefore any traffic attracted here by searching for Ryanair will not earn me a penny. I can therefore catalogue that airline's utterly crap reputation with impunity should I wish to do so. Unlike the website set up by a Mr Tyler of Walthamstow, which must now be shut down not because its criticism of Ryanair was unfair, but because the owner made a few pennies from ads. 

Tuesday, 12 October 2010

Lady Toynbee's twisted twaddle

Oh Dear. Lady Toynbee has been at it again. Home from Tuscany, she dribbles incoherently in the Grauniad that;

1. The public sector isn't making the most of consortium contracts to purchase supplies and services
2. Therefore all Quangos are a good thing and central State control provides good value. 

Anyone, except a Grauniad sub-editor, who can't see the non sequitur here has clearly never spent a single day in a real business, ever.

In fact, I wish that I could use some of the contract prices that Buying Solutions has negotiated; if they were allowed to make the contracts available to the private sector we could tell EDF and similar hated oligopolies to go fill themselves. And before you ask,
"The primary role of Buying Solutions is to maximise the value for money obtained by Government departments and other public bodies through the procurement and supply of goods and services. Buying Solutions is a Trading Fund which is run on commercial lines. It generates income to cover its costs and operates at no cost to the taxpayer."
What Philip Green should have recommended is that anyone in the public sector who hasn't used them should be sacked. 

Brussels filth thrust snouts in UK savings

The filth of Brussels, that smug cabal of Eurocrats, has decided now is a perfect time to expand, give themselves a 3.7% pay increase and increase their collective cost to £8bn a year. To UK civil servants now facing redundancy and reduced pensions, already subject to a pay freeze, this is a salutary slap in the face; every pound they save will be paid over to an EU civil servant. 

But one has to say they've brought it upon themselves; no cohort in the UK has been as enthusiastic about Europe as Whitehall, no cohort so willing to goldplate and to implement the diktats from the Eurocrats. 

So as our well-satisfied masters in Brussels count up the tribute from their vassal states that keeps them in such considerable luxury, they might just remember that the Anglophone world has something of a history of dealing with remote and hated regimes imposing increased taxes.

Monday, 11 October 2010

The Pride of the North

When, many years ago, not long before the miners' strike, I learned my engineering it was at the hands of an astonishingly capable group of Yorkshiremen. My tutors had generally one thing in common; that they had all worked for the National Coal Board as mining, mechanical or electrical engineers. Their huge capability and quiet confidence meant that nothing was beyond them, absolutely nothing, - and this is hard to describe. 

My teams these days in London follow a somewhat rigid and formulaic process in which each and every construction solution is prescribed and the design process is akin to bolting bits together from a variety of codes of practice and standard details. They never stray beyond the comfort of the standard and the proven. As a consequence, the whole tends to lack both simplicity and elegance as disparate elements are stuck together. It's safe, and low risk, and therefore cheap. But how differently those men from Yorkshire would have approached things.

One man was tasked with moving a massive dragline excavator about three miles. It had never been done before. The wisdom was that it would have to be disassembled and rebuilt, or scrapped and a new one built, both processes likely to take two years. He came up with a different answer; it would walk to its new home under its own power. For sure, a hill had to be flattened, several roads diverted, a new road built and the excavator converted to run from an 11,000 volt cable plugged into a nearby line of national grid pylons, but it could all be done in a year. And off it went, taking little 30" steps on its massive hydraulic feet. 

This approach extended right through the engineering specialisms; in every garage and garden shed men were creating, innovating, welding and cutting, making where the South would buy. In Barnsley and Rochdale a twelve year-old could re-engine an old car and not be far off cutting new planetary gears for the transmission, and men who worked with 3.3kV TPN power networks at work saw nothing unusual in teaching their children how to install a 230v spur themselves. At dusk over Barnsley, the actinic crackle of arc welding light would twinkle from a thousand sheds. Alright, I exaggerate slightly. But not much. You had to live there to see what I mean - compared to the South of England, the difference was astonishing. Every man was a Fred Dibnah. 

I'm lucky enough to have absorbed enough of this capability to have placed my problem solving skills at a premium here in London, but oh what we've lost as a nation if we've lost the capability of the men of the North like these. The pride of the North was well earned, and served Britain well. As this government is starting to realise that manufacturing exports, not consuming Chinese goods, is the answer to a strong and healthy economy I really hope that we haven't lost in a generation that which took a century to establish.

Sunday, 10 October 2010

If it's about 10s ...

If it's about tens, October 2020 is a decade away, beyond the mental time-span of most politicians who can only think as far as the next election. Ten months or ten minutes means something to a politician; ten years leaves a look of blank confusion on their faces. Yet without looking at where we as a nation want to be in the years ahead, government will become, as it was for thirteen years under Labour, a long series of little bunny jumps of incoherent and reactive measures, a legislative programme driven by the need to bribe and cozen the cohort de jour. So what, if I had the choice, would I leave a future Britain by 2020?

A sovereign and independent Parliament - A Parliament supreme, not subject to Europe and not subservient to government, in which independent MPs put country and constituency first and always

An equitable and responsible society - the clear and unambiguous reward of merit and the end of unearned and undeserved preference together with a shared duty to care for and to succour the deserving poor, the incapable and the sick

A moral nation - the wealthy and privileged as well as the wretched underclass have rotted the moral foundation on which good society must be based; greed, sloth and lust are not 'lifestyle choices', envy and materialism pit man against man. A virtuous people and the open recognition of the fundamental Christian values at the centre of our lives and our nation.

Honour for the Little Platoons - honouring the horizontal ties of family, locality and community and the re-empowering their local institutions at the level of the parish and the ward and the petty sessional division as having prime and independent authority and jurisdiction

The primacy of national interest - the recognition that a healthy, strong and congruent nation acting on the international stage primarily in its own interest also benefits every other nation; a nation with a bite, that can defend itself and the sea lanes so vital for our very existence

Freedom - Britons can once again become the most free nation on the earth; free from persecution, coercion, injustice and the oppression of the evil that is socialism and free to speak, communicate, gather and make decisions ourselves with strong and independent recourse against the power of the State

Cultural congruity - into the dustbin with the apartheid of multiculturalism - there is no room in Britain for 'separate development'. We are one nation, a glorious hodge-podge mongrel mix, a great pudding of a people  but one that must share a common and Christian culture that has integrated, absorbed and adopted much that is good and true from elsewhere

If we can even step now onto the right path to achieve the above, I shall rest content in my grave.