Our Traffiquistas need to bone up on Hans Monderman

As traffic flow arguments abound  

Varied and interesting comments appear in the Sunday newspaper comment columns today, especially on the subject of Motorway speed limits. A lot of them ill-informed so it appears, but the legal limits on motorways mean little till you get nobbled. Cars frequently sail past at 80+mph on most motorways, assuming of course, they don't get nicked for indecision on metrication.

Is it mph or kph and who decides Whitehall or Brussels?

If we need to speed up traffic flows, something must be done about traffic lights. How much fuel is wasted there? Part time lights and filtering on a red would I reckon, save a fair few Supertanker dockings at the oil terminals.

We don't seem to have any statesmen of vision these days. We’re surrounded by a shower of wannabes with peripheral blinkers and an army of pen pushers. Seven million odd at the last count, doing everything in their power to protect their jobs and rile the public at large. With their officious dictat on wheelie bins, speed cameras, road humps, bus lanes, pinch points, cycle tracks to nowhere and any other arcane instrument of fiscal torture, they can conjure up.

We're suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous electoral misfortune at the hands of a population denied their say in the only referenda that matters. Whilst the Redtops today are saying speed limits are to be lowered to save fuel. Seems to me the left hand does not know what’s what. In fact it could be we’re being ruled by an army of one armed bandits.

Watch this space, I’ll be back!

Tom.

MEPs a waste of time and space?

 What are they meant to be for?

Time and time again, I’ve asked myself this question and I’ve known a few of these MEPs personally. Mostly they seem to be full of their own self importance, several have finished up in the slammer, which in some ways says it all.

 The UKIP explanation for contesting Euro elections was that they needed MEPs to access the Euro funding to set up a nationwide chain of offices from which to expand their empire and their influence. But, when it came down to the nitty-gritty it was just a job creation scheme for a chosen few. Nothing more than a cushy little cosy office number, where they could go for a chinwag and a few brews of PG, to while away the hours to another EU handout. But of course before you can access any Euro funding you have to be part of a group.

 So all these misfits created their own little cabal to access the Euro unding, an outfit the UK’s  Supine Snobs belonged to for a while, till it began to rub against the grain, with Dave’s Europhiles in their midst. They were rubbing shoulders with UKIP and in the end they had to duck out. But all these so-called UK opponents of the Euro Dream appear to all intent and purpose to have gone native these days. Oh they stand up and spout off now and again, about the inconsistencies and injustices of the system and the Eurowide international fraudsters with their million Euro subsidy rackets and VAT scams, but in the end only one mantra holds true.

 So if you haven’t sussed it out yet, I can spell it out in CAPITAL LETTERS, in a nutshell. It’s two words separated by a hyphen SELF-INTEREST. I’ve heard it said that if an MEP doesn’t manage to trouser €1,000,000 over the period of a Euro Parliament, he’s not up to the mark. So you can easily see why they keep going back for more, as dotage looms. It’s like a cast-iron, self-administered, gold-plated, copper-bottomed, individual, pension plan.

 In addition, I don’t know if they’ve managed to set up separate pension rights for themselves so far. But you could bet your last Eurocentime that if not, there’ll be a working party somewhere inside that sprawling Empire from Brussels to Strasbourg, figuring out how to pull it off.

 Watch this space I’ll be back!

Tom.

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The Party's Over

Well for Lehman Bros it certainly is, though in reality did it ever really start?

Some party hey, more like a 13 year session at the Monopoly Board! Whatever, now we are getting to see who’s swimming naked, maybe it’s also time to sort out a few other aspects of our national identity?

The clearly defined Schleswig Holstein dilemma, alternatively known in this country as the West Lothian question, boils down I’d say, to much the same thing. Who is taking who for a bunch of mugs? Look north to Edinburgh, south to Belgium or west to Cardiff or Belfast and the answer is pretty much the same.

Ever since the Highland Charge was defeated by superior military tactics, to the times when Edward Heath shoehorned us into this European three card trick and a former Treasury Secretary dreamed up his so-called ‘Barnett Formula’, we’ve been taking it on the chin from North of the border.

It's time the music stopped and we found out who really should have the seats, in our English Houses of Parliament?

For the moment the only thing in our favour is the fact that these Fabian Socialists have not realised as yet, that what they thought was bedrock, will turn out to be a huge sea of shifting sand. This ‘I’m saving the world mantra’ peddled by the member for Kirkcaldy and Cowdenbeath is nothing more than a blatant attempt, seized on by the plonkers, to grasp at nettles they could only previously dream about. Total nationalisation of every aspect of our daily lives in the guise of bogus schemes more suited to a bunch of Oxford Street Bunco Artistes, is what brought us to the brink of 'boom and bust' ruin.

So a slip of the tongue maybe,  was all it needed, to ignite our backs to the wall indefatigability and a sure and certain end to this misery they sought to impose, for all time. We need to be sure no more silly social experiments, are presented to us as a ‘fait accompli’ and assurances that a few simple steps with a printing press will put serious situations to rights, are seen for what they are.

We're in drastic need of fundamental corrections to the way our finances are organised and an end to this funny money regime, based on plastic cards, how do I know all this? I know it because my ancestors came south, maybe in train with the so-called Bonnie Prince Charlie. Though they had the gumption to realise, as I’m sure he did that by the time he got to Derby, his cause was lost. In no way therefore were my stalwart ancestors prepared to be taken on a trek back north, in furtherance of a  lost cause. They realised as a result of this experience, that the best thing to come out of Scotland was the road to England and here we stay!

So, if aspects of this treatise look elusive and you feel a new political party could be the only answer. An English Movement for Democratic Change could soon come tramping over the far horizon.

Watch this space, I'll be back!

Tom

From the Sublime to the Ridiculous

Census 2011 forms printed in 57 languages

It is of course a result of this inane Equality Act, a Legacy of the outgoing rabble who ruled the roost for thirteen wasted years and who never understood that its almost impossible to legislate against attutudes of Mind.

  On the other hand it could be someone’s idea of a hoax or a joke or even an attempt by a civil service department whose number is up, to take the Mick as they go down.

  Whatever, it appears to be a gross misuse of taxpayers' funds and  no doubt we can expect the usual chorus of mewling and pewking from the Taxpayer’s Alliance. I often wonder just what this outfit is in business for? Embargoed press releases pour out of the bowels of their Tipton Street HQ., with unremitting tedium and we have yet to see the result of their efforts, in a single change of tack, by any of  the councils  or people their misappropriation revelations, claim to  have exposed.

  There are too a considerable number of anti-EU organisations and considerable effort was expended to bring them all together as a cohesive fighting force for the General Election 2010, all to little effect. Too many vested interests perhaps? 

  There was also another fighting force that went by the curious nom-de-plume of POWER2010, with the avowed intention of upsetting the applecart. It morphed into a movement in support of the Yes camp for the AV Referendum, a totally misguided and ineffectual force for change, we have no need of.

  The abiding legacy of the Parliament of Edward I in 1265 is the fact that we have, ever since, enjoyed strong government. It's conditioned in favour of commonsense, by the fact that an incoming government returned by the people, is not bound to measures introduced by any previously elected parliamentary body.

  In effect the people choose who governs, with any other system, including of course dictatorship, the generals or the politicians decide. To throw all this history away now, on the whim of a party that could not get elected for a the best part of a century, because they sense it as a way of seizing a degree of power by the back door, in much the same way the EU is doing it, would be SENSELESS!

Perfidious Albion must remain supreme and re-enforce our Anglo Saxon way of life and in case anyone should be in doubt about the Anglo Saxon Way of life:

 It’s Leadership, Empire, International Trade in Finance and May the Best Man Win?

Watch this space, I’ll be back!

Tom.

Try this for size MPs & MEPs

Dangerous Liaisons

‘Given the alleged reason for so many resignations you’ve got to have some sympathy for the man who is cuckolded,’ wrote a contributor to a recent forum post. ‘Give him some space to rebuild his life,’ said a another reader.

Cobblers mate, it could be little more than a case of:- There but for the grace of god go I. If you give politicians a get out like this.

The real issue here, is that so many oh so clever people who claim to be politically astute are really no better at dealing with covert liaisons than anyone else in the real world. They put themselves on a pedestal in respect of their intrinsic value compared to the real earners, who run major corporations. Then topple off their plinths like skittles in a ninepin bowling alley at the first sniff of the barmaid's apron and a chance to grab a few quick bucks with a dodgy expense claim.

These people are entrusted with our destiny, is it any wonder they have got us into this mess with the Eurocrats breathing down our neck at every turn and the lame ducks of Europe queuing up at the back door for handouts, when they can't even make 2+2=4

We need real Statesmen in our Westminster Parliament, people who can see past the next quick buck and a bit of hot totty on the side. Maybe it's okay in France, where they expect it of their public figures, but here in Perfidious Albion for Heaven's Sake? Give it a rest good buddies and look out for the next issue of Digger's Weekly Scandal Sheet.

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Tom.

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No Spending Cuts, It's just Political Game Playing

Spending cuts are a misnomer

Sick and fed up of all this mewling and puking over cuts, well take comfort from this there are no CUTS. The Coalition priorities are different from the new Labour policies that created the biggest bust in our history: since the South Sea Company offered to pay off the National Debt in 1711.

First base for the Coalition was the necessity to assure the Money Markets that UK Gov't Bonds would not be subject to default. This for the main part has been achieved, now the gargantuan deficit is being re-allocated to promote growth and a few sacred cows have to be sacrificed.

No one ever expected the good times could roll forever, especially based on a mountain of debt both personal and government inspired, by so-called economists turned politicians, who should never have been let loose with a Piggy Bank

The higher the peak the deeper the trough that follows it and that's where the Coalition came in and they are making a pretty good fist of it so far, all things being equal.

So let's have an end to the mewling and puking. This is the medicine that always follows the demise of Labour government and its all there in the history books, which they tried so valiantly to discard.

Another Day older and Deeper in Debt

As the Coalition Stages a Valiant attempt to promote growth   

Surely it’s time for a bit of basic economic sense. Spend only what you can earn and save a bit for a rainy day. This reckless gamble of persuading banks to lend to people already in it over their heads is crackers. For if our former PM/Chancellor ever earned a penny by the sweat of his brow, I’d be surprised. He didn't have a clue. Swanning around the world pursuing this Walter Mitty dream of re-organising the world order, prompted by his Prince of Darkness as they supped in the Last Chance Saloon..

  It must verge on coercion, this business of calling in bank bosses for arm twisting sessions. They’re more concerned to save their own skin in the present situation and they’re well schooled in inscrutability. Especially in marshalling that blank expression they use, when denying further credit. I often paused to wonder if they practice it in the washroom just before an appointment. Though maybe first of all we should pay due regard to a few words by of one of our greatest scribes  Rudyard Kipling:-

                                                                                                    If you can make a heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss, and lose and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss.  If you can take the unforgiving minute and fill it with sixty seconds worth of distance run. The world is yours and everything that’s in it and which is more my son you’ll be a man.

  If the boy Gordie had not been the fool we now know him to be, he’d have gathered up his bed roll and moved on before jumping into No.10. But instead of apologising and moving on, he tried to tough it out hoping the mess he'd created would just go away. Instead he tried one last desperate gamble by re-inventing the Prince of Darkness with his pathetic rebuttal mantra and his attempts to rubbish everybody and his dog.

  Previously they'd used him to con a generation of young people who’d never known the worst excesses of Tax & Spend and the nightmare rumbles on, as Labour buries its collectively head in the sand and ressurrects the failed financial engineers headed by Balls & Co., to tell us if we'd stayed with them, it would all have been oh so easy.

  Fat chance, for if, as Harold Wilson pointed out:-  "A week in politics is a long time."  What the heck was November 2008 to June 2010? It had to be eighteen months of Hell on Earth.

Watch this space, I'll be back!

 Tom.

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