Julie London - Round Midnight


'Round Midnight is a wonderful song, does not matter if its Mile Davis or JulieLondon, it just sounds so replete, and washed out in a whisky sort of way.




Julie London has a voice like melted chocolate dripping onto velvet. Just right for the later hours when you are feeling mellow. My dad bought "London By Night" In the early Sixties, and even as a young lad, I was hooked. Thanks, Jim, for reminding me. London by Night does not have this track, but by golly, they are all great songs.


WW's window on the tens and teens

Here are my predictions for the next decade. Of course, I have special knowledge that you do not have access to.

  • Political Correctness will finally be seen for the fallacious garbage bin of internal contradictions and travesty of natural justice that it truly is. People will see the light on this and so called minorities will feel the cold wind of just criticism for exploiting it to the full.
  • The BBC will not survive by extorting money from the public by menaces, and probably contract massively or disappear altogether.
  • Islamic fundamentalism will be met head on with bloody results.
  • England and Wales will continue to slide down the scale in world rankings and end up on a financial and social level with Kazakhstan.
  • Scotland will continue to emerge as a viable independent nation.
  • David Cameron will not survive a second term in office as PM, though he will be PM, since he is palpably weak and devoid of charisma.
  • The divide between rich and poor, privileged and disenfranchised will widen.
  • Lies and Greed will remain the driving force of politics and commerce.

Sorry to piss on your cornflakes. Other suggestions welcome.

Dr Who - Too many black characters

I did not watch the latest, Christmas episode of Dr Who. I saw a few thirty second clips of it whilst doing something else. Only after being dragged into giving a rationale for a fairly flippant remark over on Tom Harris' blog, did I try and respond with something a bit more considered.

Having to be serious about Dr Who is like doing your Honours in Jedward, but he started it.

Apparently, Tom has difficulty with the idea that Dr Who is Politically Correct. You can read the thread and get the gist, but my first response was in support of another poster, "AnotherRichard" who said:

more politically correct than the NUT, over-produced, quite hilariously overacted, underscripted, gay imperialist (I can imagine the complaints if there was as much appreciation of the loveliness of teenage girls) and more in love with itself than a coven of right-wing bloggers.

Get the drift?

In reply, (goaded by Tom) I wrote:

RTD works on a sort of Gene Roddenberry principle, except that Gene Roddenberry was ten or twenty years ahead of his time and RTD is ten years behind. Roddenberry also allowed the plot to lead the stories, not his political prejudices. In many ways Star Trek was politically naive,and certainly the polemic was subordinate to the narrative. Star Trek asked questions about the status quo, Dr Who not only takes the status quo as read, but attempts to stuff it down our throats.
When Uhura kissed Kirk it was a spectacular statement about modernity and the future. The bi-racial element was intensely political and yet sublimely right in the context of a fictive world in which colour of skin was irrelevant. In effect, it was saying “we can hope for a better future”.
What RTD is doing is merely being a sop to current and very ephemeral ideas about race, for example, by showing ridiculously positive images of black people (and other minorities), in numbers that do not reflect the demographic. RTD is uncritically reflecting a very left-wing liberal bias – coincidentally the same kind that the BBC does – rather than attempting to ask a question about social attitudes that may prevail in the future.

Well, Tom's reply was terse and succinct:

I think what you meant to say, WW, was “Too many blacks.”

I don't deny this is part of the problem. But there is more to it than that.


I replied:

Yes, and it perpetuates a myth of a multi-cultural Britain that does not exist and never did exist. And it is clearly deliberately applied in Dr Who – in shovelfuls.
In ten or twenty years time it will be spoofed as being exactly what it is; outrageous indoctrination and propaganda.
What makes it so deeply unpleasant is that it perpetuates a very big lie – that we are all very jolly and have black people as our best mates.
Prejudice, real prejudice, cannot be tackled by anodyne appeals to the lumpenproletariat. This is Soma. It’s a soothing bowl of pap to make the stark reality of ethnic strife go away.

And that sort of sums up my involvement in the thread.

So yes, there were too many blacks in Dr Who. Moreover, they were grinning like idiots and ultimately shown to be credulous and stupid. Other black characters were just yer actual best mate. All of which goes to show how patronising the show has become, as if it needs to "educate" us in the ways of political correctness.

Bollocks. Dr Who is a waste of public money. You are better off reading this:

http://econtent.typepad.com/TheSentinel.pdf

or watching Star Trek. At least Roddenberry tackled the racial issues of the time head on instead of perpetuating a big fat lie.


Fear: the mood music of the Noughties

Every generation, I suppose, has its layer of mood music; the superficial, but defining brand that helps us give some semblance of identity to an era. In the Sixties, it was what was then called "permissiveness". That in itself is a revealing word, telling us that we needed, and gave ourselves, permission to do things that were normally considered taboo. In fact, many films, album covers, and other icons of pop culture from the 1960's are so abhorrent to us that they are either banned or illegal forty years on. The Sixties gave us some of the best modern art and some of the best popular music.

In the Seventies we yearned for the future and we had an era of technological superlatives, beginning with Concorde and the Moon landing, which appeared at the tail-end of the previous decade. Music became futuristic, with bands like Roxy Music who changed the way records sounded. Considering that their debut album was completed less than three years after The Beatles' Abbey Road, it represents a remarkable leap in style. The Seventies became a time of cynicism, when it became apparent that the hippy ideal of the previous decade was predicated largely on bullshit and large quantities of dope. It ended with a great deal of fragmentation; of labour, of music and of family values - which had hitherto more or less held together. The only breath of fresh air was the Punk revolution which demonstrated that you could not control the agenda (at least the musical agenda) from the top. Of course, even this was tamed once the suits realised what a cash cow it was.

The 1980's were the period of conspicuous consumption. As someone said, it was almost impossible not to make money. Music too reflected the decadence and the brash consumerism. Technology gave us the Sinclair ZX Spectrum in 1982, whilst on our Walkmans we were listening to the Human League and "Don't you want me?" The song was bombastic and cynical; a paradigm of the burgeoning culture of celebrity and it's throwaway social ramifications.

In the 1990's I was busy surviving and frankly, do not remember much about what was going on in the outside world, but for me, that decade is not so given to easy summation. Yes, many significant things happened, such as the emergence of the World Wide Web, and many significant seeming things happened such as the release of Nelson Mandela, but I have no available spin to put on it as a cultural era - the mood music -, save that it marked the transition from the 80's to the Noughties.

I remember, just before the turn of the century, wanting to make sure I was with those I love and value the most. It was as if something very momentous might happen, and I just wanted to be sure I could be there, with them. Just in case. I had done the same sometime before, when in August 11, 1999 me and mine ascended Solsbury Hill and watched in silence and awe as the Sun underwent a near total eclipse. I was already ready to be fearful of what the new Millenium held. Something primeval was about to happen, something that would send us into a tailspin of belief in witches and demons and religions of gods of revenge and fear.

And so it was. The New Millenium and the "Noughties" were about one thing: the ease with which the human soul can be cowed and compromised by fear and intimidation was apparent in a way not obvious in history since Nazi Germany. This was the decade of terror, global terror, and our visceral response to it. This was the decade of the new religion of Green, of Political Correctness - a fallacy so breathtakingly obvious in its nihilistic and self-contradictory nature that I never cease to believe why people are so taken in by it. Yes, we had reason to be fearful; the events of 11th September 2001 saw to that. We had reason to be concerned about the environment - we must make better use of the planet's resources. We need to understand that minorities are more vulnerable than the majority, especially when they are singled out for preposterously silly reasons. But all of these have become a negative force. We are beset by rules and social codes that betray our fear of our fellow humans, and worse, our loathing. It has come upon us, without anticipation. We have sleepwalked into a bizarre era of dis-enlightenment.

We live in a period of severe curtailment of personal freedoms, so severe and so tyrannical that it makes the Spanish Inquisition look a model of benignity. And nobody expected that, either.

Letter to myself at Sixteen

Tom Harris has tagged me to do the "Letter to myself at 16" Apparently, the rules are as follows:

The age at which your younger self is to receive this epistle is 16, not 17. You can offer only three pieces of advice, and you have to keep it snappy.

Hello Ged,

It's me. (Well, you, actually, writing from the year 2009) I probably cannot tell you much about the future or the space/time matrix will probably collapse. No hover cars, hardly anybody lives in space, and they certainly have problems with gravity, and we eat far better than you do now, with not a protein pill in sight. Get this: you can go to a shop anywhere and buy tiny vegetables that have been picked the day before in Africa, and flown in by jet. Yeah. I know what you are thinking. "Why do they do that?". Everyone does have a personal communicator, just like star trek so watch out for those.

To business. Everything will get better. It will be a long haul but it will get better. First you must not worry about college right now. That will sort itself out in a few years time, so have fun and meet people.

Secondly, Girls. Yes I know they think you are gay, so you will have to be patient. Go for the ones you want to be friends with, but don't look a tawdry casual encounter in the face. It won't do you as much harm as they are telling you.

Thirdly, In the next year or so you are going to be faced with a decision that will change your life from top to bottom. You will know what it is when you are presented with it. Trust me, and go for it, but be warned, your own experience is paramount, others will for a variety of reasons try and screw it up for you - actually quite important seeming people - so keep it simple.

Catch you later. Your wife and kids are fantastic!

I tag SubrosaRuth the Mad Gardener, and Denverthen

"Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days"



We are reaching the time of year, the Winter Solstice, when we can be of good cheer, because soon, the days will be lengthening and we can imagine the first shoots of spring. But for now, pull up your favourite chair, stick another log on the fire and enjoy your cakes and ale. Happy Christmas! 


All the poems and pictures here are chosen because they resonate with me in some way: The Larsson above because I feel so at one with the Scandinavian landscape, The Clare and the Tennyson because both poets are from my neck o' the woods, and the words "Ring out a slowly dying cause" together with the picture of the Houses of Parliament, are, well, just my feeble joke. The Donne evokes what is for me that magical time of Solstice:


Donne in sombre mood:

TIS the year's midnight, and it is the day's,
Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks ;
The sun is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays ;
The world's whole sap is sunk


But there is cheer, from Mr Herrick:

"COME, bring with a noise,
My merry, merry boys,
The Christmas log to the firing ;
While my good dame, she
Bids ye all be free ;
And drink to your heart's desiring"





Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!"
-  Charles Dickens


"While snow the window-panes bedim,
The fire curls up a sunny charm,
Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim,
The flowering ale is set to warm;
Mirth, full of joy as summer bees,
Sits there, its pleasures to impart,
And children, 'tween their parent's knees,
Sing scraps of carols o'er by heart." 
-   John Clare, December





"Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in."
-   Alfred Lord Tennyson, Ring Out, Wild Bells



Weasel is taking a break for the holiday.

Thank you for visiting and I wish all those who have dropped by a happy and safe Christmas for you and yours.

Flight of Fancy

There have been a lot of dark mutterings about the projected British Airways strike and its affect on the death of the company. A look at the comments sections of MSM bloggers and it does not take long to find that the public are not enamoured of the national carrier.


The prognosis is not good: faced with 12 days of strikes at one of the busiest times of the year, they will lose very large sums of money and a lot of goodwill - that is if they had any goodwill before, which judging by the comments of passengers, they do not. There seems little chance of a bailout, since the politicians, apart from a few lefties, are not up for it. But there may be a sting in that tale.

But this post is not really about BA, it is about strikes, particularly strikes like this, which seem to me to be the last gasp of a dying breed; the formerly publicly owned corporations which still operate unrealistic working terms and conditions. Some of my readers may not remember the seventies and early eighties, at least in political terms. Though not in the forefront of political journalism, I did interview one powerful trades union leader who had crippled the country with weeks of strikes and he was actually very nice. It gave me some insight into they way they think, and to be honest, it was anachronistic then, so God knows what you call it now. Unions still think they are the Tolpuddle Martyrs. 

BA is an airline with a poor customer record, their staff are paid double what their competitors get, and the company has long enjoyed restrictive practices and monopolies that no other airlines get. And don't forget, they have done their best to destroy competition by any means they can. In the case of BA the baddies are on both sides of the dividing line - management and unions.


There is a sort of very nasty time-bomb ticking at the bottom of this dispute and that is that Charlie Whelan, the "Political Director" at Unite, is also very, very close to Gordon Brown, having been his chief spin doctor and exterminator, and who was copied into the famous Damien McBride ratfucking emails, and who only resigned from Number Ten after being caught leaking information that damaged Peter Mandelson. Unite is also keeping the Party afloat financially. Without Unite, Labour would be insolvent.

Whelan is probably as nasty as you can get in a political apparatchik, and it would not surprise me at all to see the Labour Government applying pressure on BA to settle the dispute or, in the nightmare scenario of BA going bust, the taxpayer picking up the bill for bailing out yet another useless British corporation.

The New Jimi Hendrix!

Check this out - Hat Tip to Jim Baxter




http://www.sunghajung.com/xe/

Jail for brothers who beat burglar

This story is all over the place, but I think the Guardian does a fair job of reporting it.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2009/dec/14/jail-brothers-burglar-cricket-bat

This is the story of how a family was put through a terrifying ordeal; tied up, threatened, burgled and abused. The story takes a turn when the teenage son managed to escape and alert his father's brother. What followed was that the burglars fled, one was caught and he was beaten up, badly, by the two brothers. The result was that a man whose house was broken into, whose family was terrorised and who, by good luck, managed to escape and wreak retribution, now faces a 30-month jail sentence.

According to Asian Image:

Munir Hussain feels he let down his wife Shaheen Begum and sons Awais, 21, Samad, 15, and 18-year-old daughter Arooj, by failing to defend them against Salem and his gang. His wife had suffered a stroke prior to the incident, and had since had a mini stroke.

I think the above puts it in context a bit. This was a real family whose house was broken into and who were clearly traumatised.

Now, I am not going to comment on the rights and wrongs of this at any length. Anybody who has read this blog for more than a year (yes there are some) knows what my reaction is likely to be.

What astonishes me is the Judge's barefaced cheek. Yes cheek, and stupidity. He rather grandly said,

"However, if persons were permitted to … inflict their own instant and violent punishment on an apprehended offender rather than letting justice take its course, then the rule of law and our system of criminal justice, which are the hallmarks of a civilised society, would collapse."

This is utter bollocks. Had this been the USA, we know that the householder would never have been convicted.  And quite right too. The USA may be many things, but at least the law is on the side of the innocent.

Sell Gilts - Buy Big Macs

Economists are starting to fear a nightmare scenario: that Britain’s credit card is torn up as we’re force to go cold turkey. According to the debt markets, Britain is now judged more likely to go bust than McDonald’s. Or Gap. Or Vodafone.


Frazer Nelson, News of the World

Is it me, or is the Royal Mail crap?

I have noticed a decline in the quality of the Royal Mail postal service in the last 12 months. So, what was that strike about? What kind of service do they propose to offer for the increases in pay and conditions? Even if they agreed to giving the kind of service we had ten years ago it would be an improvement. I have been buying items on line for several years now, and without exception, private couriers beat the Royal Mail by days on every item. It is as if they really don't care about offering a credible mail delivery service. It seems as if you get your mail if they can be arsed, which, increasingly, they are not.

Does anybody else have these problems with the Royal Mail, or is it just me?

How do you define Elitism?

How do you define Elitism? I suspect it pretty much depends on how you personally relate to it. If you work in a media dependent field, it may be that your definition of elitism rests on the silken cord that ring-fences the VIP area in a night club, and of course, which side of the cord you are on. It may be that you were born in poverty with next to nothing, in which case, pretty much everyone else will be seen by you as belonging to some kind of elite. If you live in Russia, the elite is an ever changing hierarchy of banditry and lawlessness, headed by someone who maintains the reins of power by making sure he keeps his enemies under control and his critics, ten feet under.

There are false elites; check the outer reaches of the blogosphere and you will be regaled with conspiracy stories about Bilderbergers, Protocols of Zion and the reason why you never get invited to parties. I knew a Grand Wizard in the Masons quite well. The idea that this person was a member of a highly secretive elite who were responsible for the real decisions being made on our behalf was laughable. I met many masons over a period of years and you can bet they were harmless old duffers who loved to get away from their wives and play secret clubs.

There has recently been a "campaign" against the Tory Party; cries of elitism, centering around their supposed dependence upon a public school education, together with all the perks that involves, and the consequent shutting out of the plebs from running our country - a leadership of public school boys, all educated at private expense, later attending Oxbridge, all destined for the highest office; an inevitable scenario that borders on heredity.

Of course, Gordon Brown, in his "playing fields of Eton" attack on Cameron, conveniently forgets to mention that the New Labour front bench is just as resplendent with toffery and those who went to "a good school". This article in the FT does a round-up of the educational mores of both sides:

http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/256cc8d4-e6af-11de-98b1-00144feab49a.html?nclick_check=1

My favourite debunking of this issue is that fact that Ed Balls (Labour) was independently educated at the same school as Ken Clarke (Conservative). The only difference is that Ken Clarke was a poor kid on a scholarship and Balls was from a wealthy family. The chief irony is that Labour abolished most of the systems whereby a bright kid from a poor home could attend a good school. In fact, it was during Tony Blair's first year in office that the "assisted places" scheme was abolished. Labour are an elite alright, and have made sure you cannot become part of it unless you have a lot of money.

But it is education I really want to talk about.  Education is intrinsically elitist. Marxists know this, and of course, as people say, knowledge is power. My contention is that the right kind of education produces the right kind of elitism, that is, an elite who are clever enough to see clearly when pellucid thinking is needed, and to rise above the borrowed wisdom of the ochlocracy. The type of education I mean is the kind that is centred on broad disciplines and imparting the trick of synthesising knowledge to produce new ideas.

So it is with disbelief that we have a government who apart from their other sins has set about removing the much needed stratum of the intellectual elite. They believe if they fill the best universities with mediocre students, somehow these students will acquire reasoning faculties and intelligence they were not born with, as if by osmosis. I accept there is a sort of process of this kind that goes on at Oxford and Cambridge, but it is more of what is known as "a temper" and is more social than heuristic in its nature.

There is a need for the best minds to be together in one place. Apart from being very convenient they can achieve the highest results by exchanging ideas in what is after all a very human and holistic environment. Being in physical proximity is still something that cannot fully be replicated via email. When we were last at war with Germany, the best minds from the best universities played a very significant role in winning that war. Take a look at the names of all the operations they were involved in; it is no coincidence they adopted the lingua-franca of the classical world. The computing machine that broke the Enigma codes was named Colossus.

Over 150 years ago, John Henry, Cardinal Newman, a distinguished academic as well as a theologian, wrote a paper called The Idea of a University. In it, he promulgates the idea of what was called a "Liberal Education", what we would see today as the antithesis of a vocational one, which may be partially summed up in Newman's own words:

the power of viewing many things at once as one whole, of referring them severally to their true place in the universal system, of understanding their respective values, and determining their mutual dependence. Thus is that form of Universal Knowledge, of which I have on a former occasion spoken, set up in the individual intellect, and constitutes its perfection. Possessed of this real illumination, the mind never views any part of the extended subject-matter of Knowledge without recollecting that it is but a part, or without the associations which spring from this recollection. 

I often rant on about political correctness and some of the crass "initiatives" that have come out of ten years of New Labour. I wish to point out to you that these dogmas have not been the product of the finest minds but the second-raters, the tutus, those who could be defined as part of the educational elite, but certainly those whose thinking places them firmly back with the mob. There are thinkers in the Labour Party, as there are in the Tory party, but they are largely relegated to the back benches, because by nature they are equivocators and skeptics. Even worse, these glib dogmas are absorbed by the proletariat uncritically, and thereby you have a climate of witchcraft and hysteria, based upon false premises and impossible logic.

We need an Elite. We need an intellectual elite. We need an elite to erect signposts and tear down the weathervanes. We do not have to follow the signposts, indeed we need to learn how to paint our own.

[Edited for spelling and punctuation - B minus - Mrs Weasel. There is no harm that can be done by a state comprehensive education that a PhD will not knock out of you.]

I agree with Tony Blair

According to the Times, Tony Blair, the former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, has said:

“I happen to think that there is a major struggle going on all over the world, really, which is about Islam and what is happening within Islam.” He said that this struggle had a “long way to go”. 

Well Tony, FWIW I agree with you. Granted, it is probably the only thing I agree with you about.  I wonder if you were careful enough when you said this. There are certain political appointees, including the public prosecutor, who likes to arrest people who say this sort of thing. Next, you'll be quoting the Bible, and for somebody who until recently didn't "Do God", it's quite a turnaround.

According to the report, Blair also says that the WMD issue was irrelevant - he would have found another reason to go to war anyway.

Asked if he would still have gone on had he known there were no weapons of mass destruction, he said: “I would still have thought it right to remove him.” 

So it was regime change after all. Quelle Surprise.

Sir William Patey, who was Head of the Middle East section of the Foreign Office warned against the Regime Change option as being illegal:

Speaking to the Chilcot Enquiry he said: 'We had at the end the regime change option - which was dismissed at the time as having no basis in law.

Lord Goldsmith, Blair's legal advisor and Attorney General, warned Blair that the war was illegal on the basis of regime change and without UN approval.

The Times again:

Mr Blair was reported yesterday to have concealed the advice from his Cabinet — fearing it would spark an anti-war revolt.


There is much, much more. The Deputy legal advisor to the FO resigned over the policy change and the Attorney General's apparent u-turn over his own advice, Jeremy Greenstock threatened resignation, and as we know, Robin Cook, a lone voice of integrity in the Cabinet, and a former Foreign Secretary, did resign from the Government over Iraq. A lot of information is still to come out, and we will not know most of it for years, and perhaps never. All I know on a personal level, is the the evidence is damning: we were mislead on the reasons for going to war, it was essentially an illegal war, and Blair should be in the dock as a War Criminal, for waging aggressive warfare.

Now some of you may be bored with this issue. Sorry. About 100,000 people died as a result of this, most of them would be alive today had it not been for Blair and Bush. 4587 coalition troops have died, to date, as a result of this international atrocity.

I have not forgotten.

So Blair, to you I say, there is a problem with Islam, on this I agree with you, but you have not addressed it and neither has your successor. You have merely fanned the flames of extremism and turned lying into the default option for the ruling class.

The Pre-Budget Report

I am not an economist. I don't understand most of what has been said about the economy, but there is one line, which tonight, has given me cause for grief.

The unexpected rise in NI, which will hit all those earning more than £20,000, was the most striking announcement in Mr Darling’s speech.
He said there would be another 0.5 per cent increase in National Insurance contributions – effectively a rise in income tax. It will come into force in 2011 alongside a previous 0.5 per cent rise.
Defending the tax rises Mr Darling said: “The biggest burden will fall on those with the broadest shoulders.”

(The Daily Telegraph)

Well, those with the "broadest shoulders" are having their backs broken by what is hopefully the last straw.

The New Labour odyssey has been funded by eye-watering levels of borrowing, and mendacious and deceitful thieving from those who bring wealth to the economy and civilisation to society. We pay tax. We pay National Insurance. We pay for goods that are taxed, and in some cases, such as fuel, we pay tax on the tax that is already more than 75% of its actual cost.

We are crippled under taxation. Don't get me wrong, me and mine live well, better than ever, but we have no real disposable income, for our "standing still money" - the monthly outgoings we pay before we have any say in what we spend -  has risen in real terms to egregiously unacceptable levels. As ordinary people, the choice about what we spend our money on has been taken away from us.

Take just one example: Mrs Weasel pays an annual fee to park her car at work, a necessary thing, particularly since we do not live on a bus route or near a convenient railway station. This fee is deducted from her salary, after tax. She pays it because the public service she works for was created under the Private Finance Initiative*. Her net contribution to society is a very benign and useful one. She could earn three times her salary in the private sector. But she pays for the privilege, not to the public purse, but to private investors who are siphoning off money from the public purse, money that should have gone into frontline services.

So the reality is, yet again, people who work hard are going to be the worst off. Ordinary working people are paying for the profligacy of the banks, the profligacy of this government and worse, more than anything else, the cultural and social failure of New Labour.

*PFI has been dropped by the SNP and in place a Scottish Futures Trust has been created which is billed as a not-for-profit scheme. see also:  http://dundeesnp.org/index.php/tag/pfi 

UPDATE: According to the Spectator, the actual rise in NI contributions will affect all those on £14000 and over.

There is only one truly right result to this. Darling and Brown should be arrested for Treason.

The Muslim Convert and the Christian Couple

I am feeling somewhat relieved tonight, at the news that the couple of Christian guest house keepers who were accused of "a religiously aggravated offense" have been acquitted of all charges.

A 60 year-old woman, a recent convert to Islam, had an altercation with the proprietors of a guest house she was staying in. There was some sort of argument about her religion. When things did not go her way, this young woman decided to call in the police, who in typical heavy handed fashion, decided to treat a private conversation as a religiously motivated hate crime. Well, the judge in the case threw it out. A lot of public money has been wasted. Two people have been treated as criminals for apparently stating the obvious, which is that Islam is a religion that oppresses women. My own opinion, reading between the lines, is that this Muslim woman wanted revenge at losing an argument. Quite extraordinary that there are people capable of so much venom.

As always in these cases there are two sides to a story, but what is quite clear is that officials in this country now wish to stifle freedom of speech. It is clear, from the public prosecutors that they believed they had a reasonable prospect of a prosecution, but of what? Did they really think they can prosecute people for voicing opinions?

The ol' Tiger Woods Carbolic Smoke Ball

Years ago I read Vance Packard's "The Hidden Pursuaders". So did millions of others. It took the lid off the Madison Avenue world of advertising and gave us such "new" concepts as "depth marketing" and "motivational research", but it was published over 50 years ago in an age of relative innocence. Perhaps one of the few techniques advertisers have used since Victorian times is the personality endorsement, something that even now is probably one of the most powerful advertising tools after the rather blunt instrument of saturation marketing.

Tiger Woods' sponsorship deals appear to be in free fall since the revelations about his private life and his erratic driving methods. Big names like Rolex, American Express and Nike pay Woods millions of dollars to endorse, wear or otherwise publish their products. He quite reasonably I think, has a deal with the golf club people Titleist. He is not though the highest earning sports star, or the highest earning black sports star; that accolade goes to Michael Jordan, the basketball player, whose earnings from product endorsement dwarfs Woods' mere $24 million.

So, evidently the ad men think these people are worth it. Why? Does anybody really believe that if they buy the same golf clubs/watch/shoes/fizzy drink as Tiger Woods, their life is going to improve - any more, let us say, than touching the bone of a dead saint is going to heal you or expiate your sins? Can Tiger tap a stone and make liquid gold run from the fissures in it? Does he have the power of levitation?


It's all hocus pocus, but people believe in it apparently.


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Alex Salmond's Christmas card



Alex Salmond is sending this Christmas card this year. It has bugger all to do with Christmas and looks like it's a screen shot from a Leni Riefenstahl movie. All a bit spooky and Aryan if you ask me.

Starfish


Thousands of dead starfish have been washed up on the North Norfolk shoreline as a result of violent tidal action and storms. It's a bit sad, so here's a track to go with the mood.


Starfish by Bob David Bell www.jukeboxjudy.com or email me.

Is Rod Liddle a racist?


Rod Liddle has caused quite a stir over at The Spectator with this post

 The first of an occasional series – those benefits of a multi-cultural Britain in full. Let me introduce you all to this human filth.
It could be an anomaly, of course. But it isn’t. The overwhelming majority of street crime, knife crime, gun crime, robbery and crimes of sexual violence in London is carried out by young men from the African-Caribbean community. Of course, in return, we have rap music, goat curry and a far more vibrant and diverse understanding of cultures which were once alien to us. For which, many thanks.

Of course, Liddle gets grief from the usual suspects who fly in the face of the facts and simply use the usual and very tired "racist" slur. Can't they do better? Can they really not offer an argument based on the facts?


Here is the comment I left:
 

You quoted a fact, used a bit of irony that was supposed to be shorthand for "maybe multiculturalism is not the stonking success it might be"

Result: Outrage.

I spent a lot of time sometime ago trying to establish the facts, which by the way, concur.

What worries me is not the hysterical "la,la,la, I'm not listening" comments on here, but the deliberate attempt by the Metopolitcan Police to sit on the statistics.

It's the climate change syndrome: if the data does not give the answer we want, hide the data.

Until very recently, knife crime stats had to be dragged out of the Police under FOI requests. Any correlation between ethnic groups and higher than average convictions was, by any stretch of the imagination, suppressed.

The BBC routinely suppresses the fact that many of these high profile, violent crimes are perpetrated by Afro-Caribbeans.

It took the Daily Mail, yes the Daily Mail, to get the truth, from official Met records in 2008, and lo!, the truth is there for all to see:

"Black youths are suspected of more than half of knife crime among children in the capital, according to confidential Scotland Yard figures.

A highly-sensitive report reveals that 124 of the 225 under-18s legally 'proceeded against' for knife offences in the past three months are from the black community.


Yet in the overwhelming majority of reported cases of knife crime involving young people, the victims are white."

Now, are your readers going to dispute this? On what basis? The Met didn't

The uncomfortable truth exists and needs to be dealt with by people like Rod Liddle, or it will be dealt with by people like Nick Griffin - you make the choice, but don't pretend it is not a problem.

Tandoori anybody?

There is a restaurant in the Fulham Road (near Sydney Street) called Indigo. It was formerly known as the Chelsea Tandoori, or, right at the beginning, The Tandoori, since it was the first one ever in London that had a real Tandoor oven.

In 1969 my step uncle was busy shooting a movie in it, at three in the morning, called "All the Right Noises". It was handy for him, because at the time he lived in Britten Street, about five minutes walk away. It's just been re-released on Blu Ray, under the auspices of the British Film Institute.

I honestly don't remember much about it. What I remember, is being driven up to London, to Conduit Square, for a private screening of it. I remember that bit because I went up with Gerry's brother in an Lancia Fulvia sport which sabotaged the trip on the way back when the windscreen wipers seized in a downpour.

The movie had distribution problems and never really had a chance, but the BFI, in their wisdom, have re-released it, along with another of his films, That Kind of Girl .

One of my memories of the sixties is travelling to London with my step-uncle, with his dog, Fred. Fred caught three burglars in his short life and bit everybody but me. Fred and I understood each other. On these journeys, Gerry would tell me about his films and his adventures, often going through an entire full on movie pitch. I guess he was used to it. At the outset he told me about how he got into movies, how he worked with some of the great directors, such as David Lean and Otto Preminger and of course, Tony Richardson, with whom he jointly got a Director's Guild of America award - Outstanding Directorial Achievement in Motion Pictures - for his work on Tom Jones.


We once went to eat at San Frediano, his regular haunt in Chelsea, where he had a sort of standing appointment with his friend Nicholas Roeg, who I think he must have met via the David Lean connection. It never really occurred to me, then about 14 or 15 years old, that this was actually quite a special thing to do.  I never properly thanked him for being so generous and to be frank, indulgent towards somebody who was only interested in himself.

But I think it set the tone for the next few years!

The Wickedest Man in the World is back!







Alastair Campbell and Aleister Crowley. Spooky how the signatures are alike, isn't it?

Yes, the Satanist and Poet, once known as "The Wickedest Man in the World" is re-incarnated, and Number Ten now has the old string-puller and Malcolm Tucker clone back to create and spread evil.

Blogs: the techtonic plates are shifting

Is it me, or do you discern a shift in the blogosphere? Recently, a raft of SNP leaning blogs have simply vanished. A variety of reasons have been given, but there is something lemming like about their corporate demise.

Iain Dale's Diary, once the must read of blogs has for some time been an outrageous organ of self-promotion and Tory small-talk. After years of reading it, I have now taken it off my list of most read. It continues to dominate the blog rankings, but for how long? I think Iain has lost interest.

Interestingly, and by comparison, Tom Harris has come on in leaps and bounds. Once the epistola of a quite nice guy who was handicapped by liking Genesis and Dr Who, Tom has found a unique and convincing voice among the white noise of spin and vomit-inducing New Labour nutters and downright utter shits that inhabit the left of cyberspace. And whilst being Labour to the core, he is hugely entertaining and capable of homing in on real issues that don't get talked about elsewhere.  Best of all, he publishes (mostly) my invective, which is more than The Times or the BBC will do.

Others, like Old Holborn, are on the up. OH thinks and feels like me, which is why our paths do not cross that often. What is the point of commenting, when all I could say is, "I agree entirely? He just expresses his self a bit differently - and, by all accounts is very popular.


I don't know, I really don't know, but there appears to be a pruning process in the top political blogs. There are many more I could mention; Guido of course and Political Betting that have stayed steady and strong, but I just sense there is a change going on. What do you think?

UPDATE:
I am not unaware of the presence of Tory Bear, who by all accounts has rocketed into the blogosphere, and with good reason. Dale, watch your back.

Meredith Kercher case

I am shocked. Shocked at the reaction to the verdict, that Amanda Knox has been found guilty of murdering Meredith Kercher.

Trailing through the comments on various news sites, one gets the impression Miss Knox is almost certainly innocent, and on top of that, a sinless maiden who only seeks to bring sweetness and light into the world.  Very little has been mentioned about the third man, Rudy Guede. Guede, was a typical no-hoper in this. Guede started out with nothing and still had most of it left, when they finally caught him, after he fled Italy. He is black, his brief life to date (he is 21) consists of petty crime, incredible good luck (he was adopted by a multi-millionaire who gave him a room, a job and a chance to get on his feet, which he sabotaged) and has been abandoned by just about everybody in his short life.

Don't get me wrong. I don't feel at all sorry for him. But see the difference? Look at "Foxy Knoxy". She's a classy, all American White Girl. I feel the most damning, and irrefutable piece of evidence against her is that Knox tried to implicate an entirely innocent man in the murder - Patrick Lumumba, another black, and of course, guilty due to skin colour.

What is it about the Western European mentality that they cannot see evil in a pretty white face? The comments being bandied about in the immediate aftermath of the trial betray an undercurrent of sexism and racism. Its the same blindness that has enshrined the right of a woman to falsely cry "rape", remain anonymous and ruin the life of an innocent man. Our reactions in these cases still appear to be visceral, not intellectual. It is as if we still hold to the Victorian belief in Phrenology.

The face of an angel?

It can get nasty

I am distressed to find that Subrosa, a Scottish blogger with Nationalist leanings, has closed her blog.

The chatter, and I must stress, this is only chatter I have gleaned from elsewhere, is that someone went to the trouble of finding out her identity and address. This has evidently upset her and she must now feel compromised.

It's a bit different for me. I have nothing to lose. I don't represent much of a threat to anybody, my blog is nowhere as interesting as Subrosa's was, I don't hide my identity and if you do want to come round and intimidate me I am ready for you...cold dead hands and all that.

So, farewell, Subrosa. 

Weasel's Top (nine) Entertaining (off the wall) Movies

These are in no particular order, since they all come close to the top:


Pocketful of Miracles.

Frank Capra in Color. Betty Davis, one of those beautiful women who look not quite all there. Plot: Boozy old bag lady has been sending her money to her daughter in Spain, who thinks her mum is a wealthy socialite. The daughter is about to visit, with her aristocratic husband to be and the subterfuge will be blown. Step in, Dave the Dude, a local bootlegger with a heart of gold..

Withnail and I
Students. Shitty flats. Predatory Homos. Too much drink. Druggies who spout cod philosophy. Story of my life.

Night of the Demon

Yes, it's a "horror" movie, but I have watched it about 20 times now and every time there is something new that makes me enjoy it a little bit more. It wonderfully encapsulates the post war ethos, most cleverly sent up by Mr Cholmondeley Warner; fabulously condescending, grossly sexist, thinly veiled homosexual references, photographed like a German Expressionist film, ghastly special effects, but over all, a driving steamroller of a narrative that keeps you on the edge of your seat until the end. Niall MacGinnis is masterly as the Aleister Crowley-inspired Karswell.

Portrait of Jennie

A wonderful film all the family can watch. Impoverished artist interested in adolescent girl he meets in the park and asks her to pose for him. You can't do that anymore. Seriously, it's a fantasy film. Joseph Cotten stars with Ethel Barrymore, possibly the sexiest post menopausal woman in movies.


Team America - World Police

When you have seen that sex scene, all the others seem so plastic and fake. Thunderbirds on MDMA

Bad Santa
He's a department store Santa. (and a safecracker) He drinks. He pees himself. He abuses his sidekick elf who is a black dwarf. He hates kids. Can he redeem himself? Billy Bob Thornton at his absolute best.

Coneheads

Dan Aykroyd and Jane Curtin as two aliens stranded on earth. The running joke is, people are too PC to mention the obvious. Dare you Gnarfle the Garthok?

Run Lola Run

Watch it in German, without the terrible English dubbing. It needs no translation. Lola's boyfriend, Manny, loses a lot of money that belongs to a very bad man. Lola sets out to raise the cash, but she only has an hour...
The movie is a "what if" thing. It plays with outcomes based upon tiny little changes of circumstance. Delightful, made sublime because the lead goes to Franka Potente.


The Scarecrow of Romney Marsh (aka Dr Syn)



Filmed by Disney, simultaneously as a mini series and feature film, it's a tale of a heroic Robin Hood figure, The Scarecrow, who leads a band of smugglers on the Coast of Kent. The lead is played by Patrick McGoohan, who doubles as the urbane local priest and the masked swashbuckler. It's the quintessential Saturday Morning serial, in wonderful Disney Color, with a raft of distinguished British actors.

Hope lies with...?

Over at Tom Harris' blog, I have taken part in a thread that I think gets to the heart of one of the major problems of our current culture: the way in which the liberal elite of this country have shut down the debate about issues that need to be aired, and the way that ordinary people in this country are silenced by linguistic terrorism, e.g, the way that anybody who talks about our national identity is labeled "xenophobic" or anybody who talks about immigration is labeled "racist".

This is a modified (edited for poor and potentially misleading syntax) version of my contribution:

This is one of the best posts (including most of the comments) ever, on this blog. It has captured the zeitgeist entirely.
FWIW, I don’t think Tom is guilty of being one of the “chattering classes” or a rocket munching Islingtonista. This post is one of several that have given clear signals about the dangers of swallowing the myths of the liberal elite, and as I implied yesterday, the tumbleweed could be heard wafting around the HoC in the arid wilderness of political imbecility (when it comes to Tom's refreshing take on young single mothers, for example)

If, as some think, the worm is turning, it is because people are smelling change. There is probably going to be a change of government in May. It is here that history, in one crucial respect, will repeat itself. Margaret Thatcher stands in symbolic relations to the end of union tyranny. She did not destroy the unions – they were decadent and moribund and had run out of moral authority. Everyone knew that the driving mandate of Trades Unionism was not fairness, it was greed.

What is happening today is that the liberal elite have run out of moral authority; they are revealed to be empty of goodness, of patriotism and of principle. If nothing else “climategate” is a paradigm of this.

Why did they do this? Well, it’s mostly their own guilt at being an elite in the first place, mediated by fuzzy existentialism and belief in nothingness.
The deserving poor, are conceived in the crucible of their cynicism and sentimentality, not reality.
If you have lived at the bottom, if you have known what it is to be the only person in your family who had a job or a degree or achieved any measure of success, you know that to be poor is not noble, it is shit.
“They” just don’t get this. Unable to really identify with normality: perpetual poverty, low peer expectations, lack of opportunities, they impose top down solutions which are predicated on revenge and expiation of guilt, not the apotheosis of excellence.

Paulo Freire, in what can truly be said to be a seminal work, “The Pedagogy of the Opressed”, nailed the dilemma. To outrageously precis his libellus, Freire says that in order for the poor (the oppressed masses) to appropriate their due degree of hegemony, of due status in the world, they must first appropriate the word. They must, take ownership of the the narrative, take ownership of the meanings of everyday words and use them to engage in the dialectic.

I wish I could say there is a figurehead, the kind that Thatcher was, that those who are denied a voice can rally around. Sadly there is not such a person. There must then be another way.

The dialectic must be taken away from the nanny-fed, public school educated ministers of New Labour, who have merely extrapolated their own nannying to include us.

The people can rise up. They did it in Switzerland, they can do it here. The major problem is that we are apparently allowed democracy, as long as we vote the right way. Surely some mistake about the concept of "democracy"?