The new year is going to be difficult for me. I have spent the latter half of 2010 with irritating but not as yet life-threatening health things. So next year I am booked for a hernia operation. People don't talk about hernias very much, but I would welcome your support.
I still have unresolved matters with the Child Support Agency, depite my youngest being 24 years old. This is entirely due to their incompetance, which on a scale of incompetance is like asking an infinate number of monkeys to write the entire works of Shakespeare; I am sure they will get there in the end, but before then, they will continue to send me badly written, mis-addressed meaningless drivel, with menaces.
Our household income has risen, in theory above the level of inflation, but that's not happened, has it? What has happened is that everything we need, just to stand still, has gone up far more. Thank God we don't use credit cards. I dare say many who have are going to find some unpleasant mail drop through their doors in the new year.
Personally, there will be a time of change. The chances of Mrs Weasel and me moving and leaving Scotland altogether are higher than 50%. More on that if we do.
As for the national picture, I think it would not be far from the mark if I said I was disappointed. Disappointed that the General Election has changed very little. I am angry. Angry that the working classes have shouldered the burden of Gordon Brown's profligacy and that the Government refuses to make radical adjustments to the budget. It is all very well for students to claim that higher education is a right, but they are not paying for it are they? We are giving billions of pounds in foreign aid which is being squandered. Convenient then that the procedures for accounting it are less transparent than Anne Widdecome's knickers.
What concerns me most is our witch hunt culture, and the predilection of many to be instantly and deeply shocked and offended at the slightest deviation from the norm. I have never, in my 57 years, been so conscious of such a proscriptive and yet such a decadent society. People have not yet come to terms with the communications revolution. They cannot suppress it, and so they react to it like frightened children, screaming until they are sick and moaning that their rights have been infringed. I don't believe in human rights because rights have to be granted by somebody and I do not acknowledge that kind of lordship over my life save that of the Lord my God.
People who latch on to the buzz words of the day illustrate the poverty of imagination and cotagion of selfishness. I don't care what minority you are from, accept that you are part of society and move on, and seek acceptance and get it, but don't go acting the martyr. You are after all, a minority and you are such because there is a majority, like me, who if any nod to democracy is accepted, should also accept that we call the shots. Anything else is the tyranny of the weak over the many.
I don't think Halal meat should be sold in supermarkets. The practice is barbaric and is only allowed to appease Muslims. And on that note, there will be rivers of blood. Appeasement never has and never will work. Unless the pernicious evil that is Islamic extremism is confronted, you and I will neither be reading or writing blogs in years to come and neither will be have the priviledge of being a minority, for, they will cease to exist.
May your New Year be a healthy and solvent one. WW