"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Wednesday, 31 July 2013

As True Today...

... as it was then. The time has come for this song to come into its own again:

Sunday, 28 July 2013

Friday, 26 July 2013

Nine Beanrows: Straying into politics

Straying into politics

Addendum: I'm not sure whether it's been a blessing or a curse to be away from politics down here. Nothing seems to touch Torbay except local issues like the number of palm trees on the promenade that the EU will 'pay for' in an attempt to regenerate the area.

I'm in a strange time-warp where talking politics, sex or religion is still deemed infra-dig. No-one has noticed my Cross of St George or the Gadsden flying in the back garden yet or, if they have, they're just too polite to ask.

Friday, 12 July 2013

What To Make of Hannan?

I find him a puzzle now, after all these years. He's so smooth, reasonable and self-assured and yet... and yet... my doubts are increasing.  I blogged years ago (as did others) about the EU subsidy for tobacco-growers whilst simultaneously bringing in measures for banning smoking in public places, hiding displays, plain packaging and banning e-cigarettes.  Sometimes things just don't add up.

The only lobby group a government should take note of is the electorate. I'm sick of 'experts' from think-tanks, lobby groups and public sector institutions advising government. They're usually funded by the taxpayer via government to tell the government to do what the government wants to do anyway - all against the wishes of the electorate.

Common Purpose, EU, UN, Agenda 21 - I'm sick of the lot of them telling me how to live my life; how to discipline my child and how to feed him; that I can't donate home-made cakes/home-grown fruit or veg to the local hospice or school fete; to use a secure ladder when washing windows; to watch out for cylclists behind me on the road; not to drink 'too much' alcohol/coffee/tea/water or eat vast quantities of butter/meat/eggs/sugar... I resent them messing about with my vitamin supplements and herbal supplies and, while I'm at it,I resent them monitoring me 'just in case' or retaining dna samples 'just in case'. But, perhaps most of all, I resent them telling me I have to pay for their stupid, self-aggrandising schemes via taxpayer subsidies to worthless 'grands projets' such as HS2 (Ten-T), the NHS super-computer or the lunacy of on/off-shore wind farms and on and on and on... they never sleep.

This business with e-cigarettes (and menthol cigarettes) demonstrates how the European Parliament needs to invent reasons for its existence. In their rush to harmonise regulations across the EU they've ham-strung and shackled small businesses/budding entrepreneurs in this country and stifled economic and intellectual growth. Cameron, the europhile, obviously thinks this is a great idea since he's uttered nothing but vacuous soundbites and even those he can't deliver. He's a liar, a dissembler and a manipulative PM - we should congratulate him, he wanted to be the heir to Blair and now he's achieved it.

They're just parasites, they're monkeys on our backs and it's time we shrugged our shoulders and told them to ... you-know-what

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Anyone but the LibLabCon.

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Still On The Merry-Go-Round

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The original authors of the 1953 European Convention on Human Rights aren't the only ones who will be 'turning in their graves' at the way their good intentions have been subverted.  When laws are lax and riddled with loop-holes it will always give those with an eye out for the main chance to work it to their own agenda.  The Council of Europe was set up hastily after WW2 and its main aim was to lay down a Treaty which made it impossible for such carnage, torture, indignity and horrors to happen again.  How far we've travelled now that our governments and public institutions have fallen to Cultural Marxism!

Got a cat? Feel insulted? Been bullied? Then get yourself a Human Rights lawyer, one of the many spawned by Matrix Chambers and Cherie Blair, and in one bound you will be free with your pockets loaded with cash into the bargain.

The European Union is signing up to the ECHR later this year and it is already a pre-requisite that any Member State must be a signatory in order to join the EU so, in some respects, they're behind the curve.
“This is a decisive step, paving the way to EU accession to the European Convention of Human Rights. It will contribute to the creation of a single European legal space, putting in place the missing link in the European system of fundamental rights protection”. Jagland, Sec-Gen of the Council of Europe

Those commentators who continue to insist that there is no link between the EU and the ECHR are wrong, wrong, wrong and I'm rather tired of hearing it trotted out so frequently by those in the press/tv/radio who should know better unless, of course, their intention is to mislead or deceive.

And what to make of Theresa May?  One day she's being touted as Prime Ministerial material and the next is being accused of 'disrespecting Parliament'.  That's probably mild language.  After all the hoo-ha of Abu Qatada and then announcing that the UK would opt out of 133 EU crime and security measures people seem surprised that what she said wasn't what she meant at all.


This is what Cameron's lauded 're-negotiations' will come down to: Our government has until November 2014 to confirm whether or not it will sign up to all the provisions of the Lisbon Treaty (see link in sidebar) - the opt-outs agreed to by the EU itself.  It goes without saying that this is not re-negotiation, this is acquiescence.  It can't be re-stated too often that the only way to re-negotiate with the EU is to invoke Article 50 of the Lisbon Treaty, after which we will have two years in which to negotiate.
Article 50
1. Any Member State may decide to withdraw from the Union in accordance with its own constitutional requirements.

2. A Member State which decides to withdraw shall notify the European Council of its intention. In the light of the guidelines provided by the European Council, the Union shall negotiate and conclude an agreement with that State, setting out the arrangements for its withdrawal, taking account of the framework for its future relationship with the Union. That agreement shall be negotiated in accordance with Article 218(3) of the Treaty on the Functioning of the European Union. It shall be concluded on behalf of the Union by the Council, acting by a qualified majority, after obtaining the consent of the European Parliament.

3. The Treaties shall cease to apply to the State in question from the date of entry into force of the withdrawal agreement or, failing that, two years after the notification referred to in paragraph 2, unless the European Council, in agreement with the Member State concerned, unanimously decides to extend this period.

4. For the purposes of paragraphs 2 and 3, the member of the European Council or of the Council representing the withdrawing Member State shall not participate in the discussions of the European Council or Council or in decisions concerning it.

A qualified majority shall be defined in accordance with Article 238(3)(b) of the Treaty on the Functioning of the European Union.

5. If a State which has withdrawn from the Union asks to rejoin, its request shall be subject to the procedure referred to in Article 49.
That all seems pretty clear and straight-forward to me. I wonder what part of it David Cameron doesn't understand?

Another who will be 'turning in his grave' is the Irish poet, Louis MacNeice:
It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet; Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit. The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever, But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather. The Art of Europe
I think it's time to 'break the bloody glass' and see what happens; perhaps we can't 'hold up the weather' but we have to try. At every opportunity, vote for anyone except the LibLabCon.

UPDATE: Here's an article by Jacob Rees-Mogg on the subject of opt-ins:
"It is not as bold a move as it seems and it cannot accurately be called a repatriation of powers as nothing that was permanently ceded has been regained. More important is the question of opting back in to certain areas." 

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Entitlement | The Anger of a Quiet Man

Entitlement | The Anger of a Quiet Man
Worth reading.

Once Upon A Time...

... in a land far away, a teenager spoke with with her father.

He: "The government is allowing too many strangers to settle in our country; it will all end in tears."

She: "Everyone has the right to a better life."

The years passed and the once teenager-now woman remembers her father's words and is glad he died before he saw the culmination of government policies settled in the 50s and 60s and seeing fruition in the 2000s.

He had the battle-scars (and trophies) of war at El Alamein and never spoke except to make light of it: nothing in life was awful for him and he would always find the bright side of any situation.

I doubt he'd be laughing now: he'd be sad.  He was a Labour man through and through and would despair at the thought of Ed Miliband, son of Adolphe/Ralph, as Leader of that Party.

As you know I've recently moved from London to Torquay and in doing so I can give the lie to the Buddhist tale of the stranger in a strange town. I don't have a link but it's the one where a man leaves a village and encounters a stranger walking in the opposite direction.
"How are the people in the next village, are they friendly?" he asks the stranger. "How did you find the people in the last village you walked through?" asked the stranger. "Oh, they were awful: cold, unfriendly, and they'd steal the shirt from your back," he said. "Then you will find the the same in the next village," replied the stranger.
Well, I can categorically tell you, after all these years, that it isn't true. I've been here since May 2nd and, without fail, every single person I've met, from shop-keeper to bank clerk to cabbie to neighbour, has been unceasingly friendly (apart from the man from Neighbourhood Watch).

London is a country of wealthy financial sectors, impoverished immigrants who are content to stay in ghettos (now called 'Communities')  and middle class enclaves behind securicor-patrolled gates.  I'm glad I'm away from the suspicion, the down-cast eyes, the spitting on the pavements, the foreign languages, the looks of hate and distrust.

My cabbie this morning (30yrs old, married with a 19-month daughter) is to be Best Man at a wedding next week and has arranged a stag weekend this Friday; he intends to centre around Piccadilly, do the clubs and bars, maybe a bit of tying a naked groom to a lamp-post and taking a few embarrassing pics before driving back to Torquay on Sunday.

The cabbie said London was 'cosmopolitan' and I told him he was being polite and to have eyes in the back of his head because the Met Police aren't like Devonshire Police, not at all, and London isn't just "a City like any other": it's a Capital City unlike any other part of England, Wales, Scotland or Northern Ireland - it's a place apart and I'm glad to be out of it. #whiteflight #strangerinastrangetown

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