Still on Educayshun, I notice that Katherine Birbalsingh, aka Miss Snuffy of the now offline To Miss with Love blog, has been suspended by her school for speaking at the Tory Party Conference. The good Archbishop Cranmer is incandescent about it. Katharine has played cat and mouse with her various employers for sometime over her blog, even though she has been consistently fair and reasonable in her blogging. This is not the first time she has had problems. And all because she dares to point up the fairly obvious flaws in the education system.
Before everyone gets too excited about the Hutton report on pensions and the predictable Union reaction, may I say that for workers in the public sector who really make a difference, that is, doctors, scientists, key civil servants etc, people who work hard to deal with the consequences of your lifestyle choices, professionals in the public sector work for less and get lower salaries than their commercial counterparts. It is not unusual for pay reviews to go on for three or four years, only to decide you were not getting a penny more. Labour introduced the concept of later retirement, and for sometime now, NHS workers have been through a process that favours elective retirement at 65. This chilling excerpt from the Telegraph makes it clear that people who have worked in the public sector for decades may have their pensions plundered:
Retiring at 60 will rapidly become a thing of the past; final salary schemes will go; and public sector workers will have to meet more of the cost of their own pensions. And these changes will affect not only new entrants but those already in pension schemes, too.
The final salary pension was just about the only perk public sector workers get. There are no cars, laptops, phones or free porcelain fillings. Most even have to fund esssential travel in one way or another. If the value of public sector work is degraded any further, all those who are left will be the wasters and idiots and awkward types who hate you. The rest will have taken the banana boat out of here.
We areconstantly being told that we are in a heightened state of alert over the Terrorist threat. Sorry to be blunt, but you stand more chance of being poisoned by botox than blown apart by a callow young Muzzie with peroxide in his pants. Terrorism only works because people get scared of it. We should be more scared of the dim women and fat slobby men (I have encountered several this week) who drive in the outside lane on dual carriageways talking on their phones, totally oblivious to the rest of us. When I am ruler of the universe, talking on the phone and driving will carry a mandatory public flogging. Sharia law, bring it on.
I am giving the quizzes a break for a while. They are a lot of effort to do and the last one was about as popular as hemorrhoids.
But cheer you up, here is a piece of music. It's cheesy and horrible, and that's your punishment for not playing with me.