Reasons to be cheerful. Part Half.

As the Ranting Penguin points out just how deep, wide, thick and sticky is the mess this country’s been dropped in, linking to the Mail, I thought I’d add a positive note.

Or put the cat amongst the pigeons, if you like.

It’s going to take to the 2030’s to get national debt down to the 40% that Mister Brown prudently said would be his ceiling.

So that’s twenty-one years, or twenty-five, tops.

No problem.

Actually in the scale of things, twenty-four years isn’t so long. Time enough for my daughter to have grown up and started a family perhaps…and perhaps to have taken for granted some opportunities on the way that it took other women centuries to reach for the first time.

Below is a link is to a site extolling the…well, here’s the blurb for Ladies First:

LADIES FIRST is primarily about women who were a "first" in a career which had previously been closed to them because of their sex. However, it also includes women who were "first" to achieve something which had not been achieved before by either man or woman, women who founded institutions such as banks, clubs, magazines etc relating to women and women who were a "first" because a man could not have done it anyway.

I don’t know whether to laugh bitterly at how many of the achievements that are now available to women in our free(ish) society are open only for the first generation, or the third, or the fifth: or to be glad that it’s happened at all after all the millennia that such things weren’t available – and even to men in a lot of cases -, or to make snippy comparisons with other cultures where things aren’t even as (partially, imperfectly, relatively) good as ours is.

Take a look here anyway, and let’s imagine, hope, and maybe act to keep what is good in our country that has got us all so far up the ladder of oportunity. Eventually.

Raw Dead Plant Diet Week.

Day Two. three. I mean Day Three.Losing it.

Ketosis must be setting in now surely. All those damned seeds and leaves and roots and no bread or pasta, rice or potatoes. Or salt.

Lovely salt.

Dark, rippling shadows waver at and wave from my peripheral vision. Things writhe and skip in them; chittering and eating pizza.

Evil things; but useful by taking my mind off even my insanely collectivist Feinian colleague.

Some calories added by dried fruits – three varieties, all of which resemble in some way or other the previously-enjoyed meals of small mammals. Raisins, apricots, and especially figs.*

And macadamia nuts of course. The lady in the whole food shop recommended macadamia nuts to my hunger-enslaved, plastic willpower for protein and cholesterol control and so I bought them like a Korean War POW.

Cruel, really. It’s got to pinch when they, and…I mean what do they do with the rest of the macadamias afterwards? Release them into the wild to be the butt of whole-bodied macadamias’ cruel humour and put in charge of whatever passes for soft furnishings or children’s television in the macadamias’ lush forests, shady bowers and bosky dells? Or do they just make musical instruments out of them, like armadillos or cake stands like elephants?

I comfort myself that this is good for my muscular acidity and hence for my back.

And then comes Friday. O Friday, with its cereal-based foodstuffs and dairy products beckons to me like a siren.

A siren with a crust.

Meanwhile, the freedom directory’s beginning to be populated, and it’s slow work so I’m a little way off eBay or Amazon status quite yet…But all I want to do anyway is destroy the drooling collectivism of my countrymen. Keep the campaign ideas coming please, by the way.

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* a rich source of natural brown which the growing body needs to promote strong healthy ankle and earlobe development and in later life enables it to penetrate a vibrant, prosperous economy and sodomize it into a state of supine bankruptcy in eleven brief, fiction-filled years.

Jilted John: Next Verse and Chorus

Hi.

Just a post to check in and reassure my kindly and tolerant readers that I’m still somewhere out there in the blogosphere carrying on Maggie’s Great Work. Way out there, as it happens.

I’m concentrating this week on setting up the directory site wherein will be listed the names and addresses of Britain’s numerous friends of liberty and also of Dorothy.

I’m absolutely not a techie - as Cherry Pie points out in the comments of the previous post - so making Google’s Blogger do a job that I really need a proper website for is going to be a bit tricky.

Next week’s going to be fraught anyway as it’s back to work for me after a blissful week’s holiday with the incomparable Mrs. Northwester. The osteopath has put me on a week-long diet of raw fruit, vegetables, nuts and salad for my back. No grains. No starches. No bread or pizza or potatoes. No cheese or milk or eggs. I’m a vegetarian so I can’t even gulp down bloody chunks of raw squirrel. I expect my posting to get a bit erratic and possibly paranoid.

Bastards.

However, I haven’t written anything rude about the Prime Minister for days and I’m beginning to get the shakes. Also I’m arrogant and greedy enough to dream of putting Ad Sense on this blog one day so I can save up enough cash to buy a mansion and retire to some tropical socialist paradise where land and housing are inexplicably cheap such as Cuba, Zimbabwe or Gordon Brown’s Globally Warm Britain. So I better do a Right-wing rant, and sharpish.

So just this, and then it’s back to the freedom directory for me…

One of the things that moistened the Left’s gussets in anticipation as Day One of the Era of the Blessed Tony approached was that the enlightened new regime would go easy on Third World Debt.

Many of the wise and the good sang Tony’s and Gordon’s praises as the expected day dawned and the burden of the evil banks’ loans and loan repayment schedules would be lifted from the people and from the government leaders’ Swiss accounts.

They never paid heed to the fact (they never seemed to know about it: let alone acknowledged it) that much of this debt came when OPEC quadrupled the price of oil to punish the West for supporting Israel’s self-defensive genocide-avoidance efforts in the Yom Kippur War.

The worldwide depression that followed left less help available for the often venal and viciously oppressive African governments - a great deal of petrodollar loans had been embezzled or spend on armaments because what starving thirsty and malarial Africans really need are spiffy new tanks and helicopters.

So now, irrespective of the history involved and the petty moralising about the rights and wrongs of borrowing money you have little intention of paying back or spending on your people’s welfare, and at the bidding of many, many singers, actors, writers, political activists and other economic experts (plus some actual economists) the West rather than OPEC was to stump up and support lifting mad and bad African kings’*1 debt (but leaving the Latin American and Asian debtor nations in the soup).

African Development Fund *2 and IMF and debts were written off by a generous Gordon Brown and someone called George W Bush who strangely doesn’t seem to have drawn any praise for this act of financial kindliness except from peripheral non-entities who are certainly ultra-Right-wing racists anyway.

Okay, I really feel sorry for the Africans living and dying under the crooks, imbeciles and serial mass-murderers that so many of their countries have for leaders. Maybe this has done a world of good which I would not begrudge to those poor people.

But.

That was 2006. Now here’s the thing. On the Wikipedia page I see, at a quick scan only, of $48,000,000,000 written off.

Now it’s 2009.

My question is about Mister Brown’s high taxing, high-spending, non-government-reforming policies as Chancellor and Prime Minister.

Did the Reichsuberwankenfuhrer ever think that if at any time he felt short of a few billion or trillion that there might have been other financial techniques and policies he might have pursued in relation to - oh, I don’t know - the taxpayers, employers and house-buyers of, say…this country?

Because today we can talk about Third World Debt levels and not refer to anything beyond the shores and borders of Britain.

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*1 The pan-African dialect word for hereditary absolute monarch is spelled ‘President’ in the Latin alphabet.

*2 whose “ sources are mainly contributions and periodic replacements by non-African member states. The fund is usually replenished every three years, unless member states decide otherwise. The total donations, at the end of 1996, amounted to $12.58 billion. The ADF lends at no interest rate, with a service charge of 0.75% per annum, a commitment fee of 0.5%, and a 50-year repayment period including a 10-year grace period. The Tenth United Kingdom replenishment of the ADF was in 2006.”

All together now. Two. Three. Four…. Wait for it.