Thursday, September 03, 2009

[discrimination with a smug smile] against the indigenous people

England, to me, follows this map and doesn't include Wales and Cornwall although if they get nasty about it, then it does.


Excellent piece over at CfaEP [you'll remember Toque who set this site up] on something which gets my blood boiling, not least because I was in education. Wonkotsane takes it up:

A month ago a concerned work colleague showed me a copy of an EY2 form issued by the English education standards office, OFSTED, which included an ethnic monitoring form. The options included White British, White Irish, White Scottish and White Welsh.

"Bearing in mind that OFSTED only operates in England, the exclusion of White English from the ethnic monitoring form is inexcusable and when White Scottish, White Irish and White Welsh are included, it is almost certainly illegal under the Race Relations Act.

I'm going to break in here and get all petulant - yeah, it's a measure of the effing hypocrisy of these people, the utter gall to say they're arguing for equality when it is really discimination against targets they don't embrace and boosting groups who are their little pets. Prats!!

OK, I've taken my tablets and back to the topic. Oftsed replied:

We are most grateful to you for pointing out that the EY2 form does not include the category ‘White – English’. This was an oversight on our part and we apologise for this.

We have recently reviewed the way in which we monitor the ethnicity and nationality of those with whom we have contact. As a result of this, we have developed a revised monitoring questionnaire which includes as separate categories under ethnicity a person’s national group and their ethnic group. I can confirm that the national group will include the following categories

British or Mixed British
English
Irish
Scottish
Welsh
Other (specify if you wish)

Oh yeah, very good - mixed British - but it still doesn't answer these questions in the first place:

1. Why do you and other government agencies run such clearly discriminatory and according to your own rules, illegal policies in the first place? Why do you need to discriminate? Whose business is it what ethnicity or religion I am? Why should I be discriminated against on that basis?

What really galls is the smug, self-satisfied way in which it is presented to us on forms and in any other dealings with officialdom. As my mate did the other day, I'm putting "other" next time.

2. Why, in the name of England, do you continue to run such blatant discrimination against the English and think you are being fair? What sort of rank hypocrisy has diseased your minds to the extent that you think this is quite OK to do?

One could go on and on, muttering about West Lothian et al [and by the way, I wonder how the Scots will enjoy being placed below the Irish and how the Welsh will enjoy being bottom of the heap but that's another question] ... however the blood pressure is a bit much and it's best to get off the topic now.

Bloody hypocrites!!!!!

[good blogging guide] what makes a top blogger


As people always tend to make quick judgements, I've shied away from this topic until now although it's been on my mind since 2006, when we set up a blogging group over the issue.

At that time, a few of us were p---ed off by how the American Awards ignored good bloggers over this side of the pond. One of my detractors [the stalker] has put it about that I set up that group to get people to come to my site.

Like all spin, it took a kernel of truth and put a distorted skew on it. Of course the five of us were hoping that by visiting one another, we'd up our reader levels and that's why we had so many join for that purpose, including him by the way, and to be part of a new "scene".

Who doesn't want to be where the action is? Then, when bloggers I highly respect come and leave a comment at my site, it's very nice. Euroserf, Chris Dillow and Johnathan Pearce were my first commenters, with Stephen Pollard, Tim Worstall, Mr. Eugenides, the Pedant-General-in-Ordinary, Clive Davis, Oliver Kamm, Melanie Phillips and DK coming in and I tell you - that blew me away. That's one of the reasons these guys are top bloggers, not because they visited me per se but because they really do care about the blogosphere and about helping someone along, even nobodies like me.

When I go over to any blog and the person actually answers me, that's double nice. When that person adds me to the blogroll, even if he/she adds many people to the blogroll, that's triple nice. Hell - why not? Why not feel good about that? High profile, low profile, whoever it is - if that person rolls me for the right reason, then that is very nice.

So let's not be hypocritical and put on the false modesty. We know what feels good and we also know, each in his/her own mind, what makes a great blog, a top blog.

For me, it's:

1. They have a product. They have a particular thing which readily identifies them and I mentioned one such blog yesterday. It's something which makes us come back again.

2. They have authority. I don't mean from the number of readers, which Technorati and other engines use to determine this. I mean from what the person writes. They do their homework and know their subject.

3. They blog consistently. All right, there might be pressure of work now and then but they'll bounce back. They might have a hiatus but we know they'll return. They blog at least daily and sometimes with more than one post. It's not necessary to go beserk, as I do but consistent is the word we're looking for.

4. They give what the people want, the issues people are concerned about, as distinct from it being just a string of comments on the MSM news. Don't get me wrong - some bloggers comment in such a way that the anger and the wit come through and that makes us come back to their blogs too.

4a. There is a subset here who don't give the people what they wish to hear, who say quite the opposite of the accepted wisdom and that's a dangerous game, blogging wise because unless you're known for it, you might be marginalized and passed over forever. But if you do become known for it, then that comes back to Point 1 above.

5. They care for their readers. This is highly debatable as a criterion but it does seem to me that when the blogger does not engage with his readers, not necessarily mentioning people's names but at least acknowledging the argument brought by his/her readers and joining in his/her own discussion, then that is fulfilling and gets people back.

One of the harshest criticisms of my blog in past years was the lack of debate on key issues. That stung and today I feel there is quite good debate here, more on some issues, of course, as the subject matter is diverse. On the other hand, debate is not everything and those who have fabulous shots of gardens and food and places they've been aren't looking for debate - they want to put something they loved and hope others will too, a more than legitimate reason for a blog, even though I've been less than charitable in the past on this.

6. They're human and concerned with things we humans are concerned about. They're personally approachable [at times] and when they're not, then that is a known known, like Ann Robinson in that appallingly masochistic programme I've forgotten the name of. It might be that their blog product is to tear strips off any who differ but even that is a product in itself, if it's a known known.

7. They have detractors and its the nastiness of their enemies which reflects them, the aspiring bloggers, in a good light. It cuts both ways. If my three or four closest blogfriends were universally against one particular blogger, my first reaction would be arrogant - well maybe I can see something they can't. But almost always I'd be forced to concede, in the end, that the guy was a prat. Similarly, a blogger quite a few of my friends are mentioning in a positive light will get a visit from me and that's one more reader for him.

8. The blog is well arranged, you can see who the person is without necessarily knowing name, address and shoe size, the navigation is clear [or at least followable] and you can find your way around.

Now your not so humble blogger finally comes to what does NOT make a top blog:

a. Stat porn lovers who always trumpet how many readers they have and whose whole blog experience seems to be to aggregate more and more readers for the purpose of aggregating more and more readers.

b. Sheer visitor numbers. I'm adamant about this. There are some damn good blogs out there and I'm going to name names here - Lord T is the one I have in mind - who have the product, who have the inventive ideas and have a good looking, well arranged blog. He himself said that his ideas don't appeal to all but I'll say this - whenever I go over to his blog, I'm always challenged by new ideas. Hell, what does a person want from another blogger?

c. Lazy bloggers who rest on their laurels, casting a small royal comment here, in lieue of an actual post, a throwaway line there. Again don't get me wrong. Certain bloggers have this as their intellectual product [Point 1 above] and that's fine but it takes skill to be laconic and not all can get away with it. One of these who can do it is a blogfriend of mine.

d. The inconsistent blogger who quite rightly pleads pressure of work, being called away and yes, we can all sympathize with that but the simple fact is - when we click into his/her blog, there's no new post we were hoping to find there. Yes, sympathy, sympathy. I know how difficult it is and of course we put family first, then work, then blog but still ............... ?

You have your own criteria, no doubt and I'd like to hear them if you'd care to leave them here.

This post was motivated by Angus Dei but Angus, I take issue with you on one point. You say I write better. No I don't. I have a way of writing, that's all and it's too smooth for many people who prefer a more cut and thrust, almost a more "honest" approach. I'm too close to rhetoric but I can't help it because it's the way I write.

You, on the other hand, consistently come up with vignettes day after day and your "product" is becoming known. Keep at this because it's good. It takes more than a smooth talker with pretty colours to make a good blog and you've got what's needed.

That's about all I wanted to pontificate on today, folks.

[crashes] and things lurking in the night

# Judging by Letters from a Tory's Mybloglog, he had the same problem I did - Mybloglog seems to have crashed last night. It looks like it's recovering now.

# I had another crash yesterday - my sitemeter crashed between 10:30 and 20:00. This was more than annoying because of why - it was that I'd put a calendar in the sidebar. It was OK as a calendar but for some reason it twisted everything else on the site. As I don't have much java on this blog, it only attacked the java I have, e.g. sitemeter.

Maybe we should be very careful which widgets we run in the sidebar.

# Why do Blogger insist on running "p" in the html whenever we try to paste a quote? This doubles the workload, as we go throught the html, carefully deleting all the "p" references.

# You might like to check out Libertyphile, whose statistics seem to cinfirm what we thought the other day about Islam but he argues for Sharia Law.

If anything else comes up, I'll add it here, as and when.

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

[late evening listening] dearieme presents mozart

On Valium:



... and I present Saint-Saens Piano Concerto N4 [2]:

[rainy day] bike your worries away


There's a spiffing new way to do a blog post - I call it "doing an Angus" and it involves describing one's day, hopefully in a manner conducive to a wicked chuckle. Of course I could "do a Cherie" and include fabulous shots of the garden I just managed to slip out and visit but the lady has no peer in this so I'll leave it to her [did that get me enough Brownie points?]

So here goes:

On the way to the station, thence to my mate's place, it was Big Payout Day today. This involved going to a certain society and getting out half the pittance I have but heck - I'd prefer to have the gas, electricity and water than not have them, if you see what I mean. So, it was Big Payout Day today.

As the woman-behind-glass and I were joshing about how we don't even see our money these days - no sooner do we get it out than it goes on a utilities bill - she stopped and asked me, "So what exactly can I do for you, sir?"

"Er, £300 please."

"There's nothing outstanding here though."

"Well, that's a relief then."

"Pardon?"

"Well, I don't owe anything, as you say."

"No, no, there's nothing here next to your name. There's nothing in the account."

The next forty minutes were spent asking that if there was nothing in the account, why did a different woman give me some money in May when I came in to take some out? Why do I have this card if it doesn't mean anything?

She went out back for a coffee for twenty minutes. When she came back, it was, "Sorry 'bout that, Mr. Higham, how much was it for again?"

"Hold on. Please explain to me what just happened and if it's at all likely to happen to me again. " The latter question was, naturally, unanswerable.

"No, just a glitch in the system - it wasn't coming up. I've just been talking to the manager - he was here when you set up the account."

"You mean he's not here now? Who's manager now?"

"I am."

"So, let me get this right, Madam -"

"Rita."

"Rita. Let me get this right. If that ex-manager hadn't been there, if he'd left the company, if he'd been on holiday [and it is summer], I wouldn't have been able to access this money, which is miniscule in your eyes but for me is part-payment for two utilities? Correct me if I'm wrong."

"It just didn't come up on screen at first. Now how much were you needing, James?"

Back on my bike again, reflecting on our new friendship, next stop was the bank. As a multinational conglomerate from the land of the free, there'd be no glitches there.

"I'd like to pay in £100 please. There's a direct debit coming up."

"Er ... they've taken that already, Mr. Higham. There was £75 you'd left in the account and the direct debit was for £114."

"Well why did you pay them then if I didn't have the money?" Twelve years of Russia, where you don't get anything without the readies, caused me to say this.

She didn't answer that but informed me that there was a £40 charge on that, eight pounds a day. "Don't you have an overdraft?"

"No. I didn't even know I could on this account."

"Oh yes, you can, up to £400. You were probably told that when the account was set up. It was in the brochure you were given."

"I admit I didn't read the fine print of the brochure but then again, I was hardly expecting this little move to be made, was I? That's why I'm here today, to pay in £100 to cover it."

"Well, our manager is in today, he's over there." Second stroke of luck [or Whatever].

"Hello," I addressed the young man who seemed far too young for the role ... and I explained why I was peeved, concluding, "If you'd warned me about this, I'd have taken a small overdraft and set up a direct debit too. Will you set this up for me now please?"

Ten minutes later, out he came, the direct debit was set up and the penalty waived. What could I say? I gave him a big hug and kiss and skipped out of the door. Bicycling at breakneck pace round to the Paypoint, expecting the next chapter in the saga, I was into the place and out in 5.4 seconds, complete with receipt.

On the way back from the train station, fish and taties in my pack and all well with the world, the rain suddenly pelted down as I reached the top of our hill and was poised for the molecular fusion of the journey down the other side. A few metres down, pumping the brakes gingerly to see that they were working, I discovered that they weren't, that they, in fact, cease to function in the wet and it was only through the kind intervention of a lorry which decided to brake right in front of me and dazzle me with its yellow and black jaundiced zebra crossing paintwork that I managed to drop to an acceptable speed, though the face was slightly rearranged in the process.

So, all in all, a lot of fun was had by all today and we all lived happily ever after.


[crossbows] home defence weapon of choice


Yes, yes, Agincourt, when England's finest took out the Froggies with the noble longbows and so on ... the longbow is a wondrous thing but there's something about the crossbow I've always liked and when it comes down to it, as far as I can understand, it's still legal over here for home defence - correct me if I'm wrong.

Now, a number of these, primed and bolted to the bannisters and assorted woodwork around the house, strategically aimed, would be a quite effective disposer and disperser of the dreaded intruders - they wouldn't know where the next bolt was coming from as they ventured through the house and the best thing - they're near silent so you never have any ammo problems.

Of course, when we come for the Westminster pollies and the BofE chiefs, the longbow would probably be the better choice - more easily carried and quicker to utilize but I was talking about home defence really.

[when in rome] speak italian and mix with the locals

When in Rome ...

Anyone found to be regularly misusing the Slovak language in public office now faces a fine of up to $7,000 (£4,300), the equivalent of nearly a year's average pay in Slovakia, reports say.

The Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD) has said the new law respects the rights of minorities, but has noted the concerns and risks related to its enforcement.

How precisely does the new law "respect the rights of minorities"? I'd like to see this spelt out. This is one issue where there's a bit to be said each way.

Thinking immediately of Russia and it's insistence that Russian only be spoken in its buffer states, there are a number of differences to the Slovak situation. The Hungarians who are complaining have come into the country of Slovakia, a sovereign nation, yet a new nation and a language is not something which can be suddenly brought into being, as a new country can, at the stroke of a pen.

Still, a country does have the right to demand that its own language be spoken as the primary language and there are clear benefits to it. There certainly were in Russia, where a foreign language was imposed on countries with their own languages already. Within the Russian Federation itself, it's an arguable point. Some of the fifteen states have their own language which was suppressed during the time of the Soviet Union.

For all the whys and wherefores of that, it certainly smoothed communication and infrastructure building and even today, ethnic minorities, no longer constrained by the enforcement of law still choose to use Russian, simply because everyone else does. Ardent nationalists insist the mother tongue of the region is used.

It's an ongoing debate. During the period of the waning of Soviet influence and consequently Russian influence, there was a stark reminder within the school where I taught some hours each week. The local government, emboldened, brought in a law where the teaching hours each child devoted to the local tongue were going to be 8, up from 3. Russian, in its various disciplines, was to be reduced from 8 to 5 and English was to be dropped from 5 to 3 in any week.

Naturally, the English departments [and remember that these were schools of extensive English learning] were up in arms but the big mistake was to reduce Russian. This was a very powerful lobby who'd always been locked in mortal combat with the English mafia, as our department was called.

I walked into the staffroom one morning and the Russian speakers clammed up when I came through but I'd heard someone say, in Russian, that English was only good for business but for literature, Russian was far more expressive and melodic. Well, that happens to be true in poetry and I said so, in Russian, to their surprise.

The upshot was that I was entered in the Pushkin competition for his birthday celebration [their little joke on me], local media came and videoed me speaking "Я помню чудное мгновенье: Передо мной явилась ты ...", roughly translated as "I remember the miraculous [fabulous, wonderful, magnificent] miracle [when] in front of me you suddenly appeared ..."

With its sybillant sounds and nuances, Russian in the hands of an educated person like the Russian lit teacher I fell in love with, can be a beautiful thing. I was told, by other Russians, that this lady couldn't even be understood by other Russians, so what my strangulation of the tongue did to her ears I shudder to think.

From all that, I learned that everyone was smiling that the local language was going to be upped form 3 to 8. "What are the children to do in lessons?" laughed the Russians. "Twiddle their thumbs?"

The result was, of course, that there were simply not enough good teachers about, qualified to teach the local language and the children were passively but with hostility, resisting it. This included children of local ethnicity.

That's a bit different to Britain and to Slovakia. Slovakia needs to establish its national identity and it can only be done with uniformity of language. Slovakia has the right to demand that in its own land. In Britain, the need is even more cogent and urgent.

To hell with minor ethnic moaning - if they're in this country, they speak the local language - English. How else are they to absorb the local culture and think more like a Brit? I'm sorry but I'm pretty intransigent on this - if they refuse to assimilate then what the hell are they doing here?

I never thought for a moment not to speak Russian over there. When I walked out of the classroom, I switched to Russian. Children were line ball as to which was their favourite language, with some adoring English and some preferring the mother tongue. Me? I preferred Russian - hell, I was using English on the blog every day and needed a break from it.

If you're just on a visit, well OK - most places speak English but I find it bizarre to go somewhere and not try out the local cuisine, the local sights and the local tongue. Besides, you get much better treatment from the locals. When in Rome ...

It was the greatest pleasure to learn some Cantonese and try it out on the Hong Kongers at one stage and actually see it work! That's such a buzz. It was a pity, in Sicily, not to have more time to devote to Italian but I loved to slip out to a cafe, talk to the people there and read the local newspaper. One cafe owner brought over an English language paper to me and I waved it away with a smile. His eyebrows went up. Well really, what was I there for, if not to immerse in the local culture?

In Paris, when the waitresses actually understood my French and when I could see they liked that I was trying to speak it, that when they were compassionate enough to drop into English but I didn't want to - call me strange but I think that's the way it should have been.

So I'm sorry if you demand that your own language be spoken over here. No, no, no, no, no! You speak our language please and not only that, you learn a high version of it too ... but that's another blogpost.

[wordless wednesday] last of the summer ... wine?

[old lady's dog] booked for parking offence

Blue heeler dog

British traffic numpties could take a leaf out of their Australian colleagues' book:

A blue heeler dog has been booked for illegal parking after inspectors taped a ticket to the dog's leash at a shopping centre. The blue heeler was tied to a fence outside Darwin's Rapid Creek market when it was approached by two city council traffic wardens, the Northern Territory News reports.

One of the inspectors wrote out a ticket - and taped it to the dog's lead. Witness Ray McEvoy said he couldn't believe his eyes. "I watched an elderly lady and her very faithful blue heeler roll up at the market," he said. "Then two traffic inspectors came along. They had a bit of a talk and, to my amazement, wrote out a warning infringement notice for the dog and taped it to his lead rope."

Council spokesman Grant Fenton said a dog was considered to be "at large" if the owner was not there.

Parking ticket. For a dog.

Do you think jobsworths are becoming more stupid, more vindictive or less capable in the brain these days? Do you think the council takes them away for mind-control trauma training? Are they fearful for their jobs?

What TF is going on?

[british politicians and people are racist] says muslim authority


# You might recall I ran this post on Islam and the London School of Islamics responded.

# Then I ran this post as a result of comments on the first.

# Then I drew my own conclusions here.

# Now the London School of Islamics has emailed me with two letters and I promised I'd post them with no additions, annotation or deletions:

London School of Islamics
An Educational Trust
63 Margery Park Road London E7 9LD
Email: info@londonschoolofislamics.org.uk
www.londonschoolofislamics.org.uk
Tel/Fax: 0208 555 2733 / 07817 112 667

Dear Mr. Higham

1.

Thanks for your thought provoking response.

Muslim Community and British Politicians

Jim Fitzpatrick, a British minister criticized the segregation of male and female guests at Muslim wedding. Yet another 'Gaffe' from another jumped up, half-baked, ill-educated Labour moron; a former fireman indeed. He learned nothing about putting out fires rather than starting them.

He actually has a GCSE 'D' in Politics? God Help us internationally if he is ever made a Diplomat. I suppose he left in a huff because there was no beer an' 'Am sandwiches at the buffet.

The Minister's action is just a stupid, attention-getting stunt appealing to prejudices. This serves only to inflame the prejudices so widespread today. People have their customs, and you don't insult them. It hasn't been that long since our society had some public institutions that kept men and women separate. And it hasn't been that long since women in our society typically wore hats with veils. Plenty of Western customs, we accept as normal, are unacceptable or ridiculous to others.

Muslim marriage is a religious ceremony. He insulted the bride and groom for his own political gain. They should not walk out because it would have been bad manners and rudeness to do so. They should respect the couple wishes, it’s their big day.

He should have ascertained what the customs are beforehand, and then not attended if he thinks the practice offensive. One should have respect of others people's customs, even if one does not agree. Perhaps he should grow up and get an injection of reality.

If you are not prepared to accept this then don't go or don't insult the bride and groom by walking out. What a disgusting small minded little man. Just shows the caliber of today's MP's from all parties. Well being a Labour politician his appalling ignorance of Islamic tradition plus downright rudeness to his hosts does not surprise me in the least. He should do his homework instead of ruining someone’s day.

He is totally an ignorant person.

If a Muslim wants to have separation at a wedding (like much of the Muslim world) then they should be allowed to, and don't insult them when they do. Jewish wedding has observed the tradition of separating of men & women at ceremonies, without raising any eyebrows. Men and women are separated in Masajid and Synagogues. Muslim secondary schools are also segregated.

In the past another British Minister Jack Straw caused a similar furore when he referred to Muslim veils as “a visible statement of separation and difference” and called for women to remove them during surgeries in his Blackburn constituency.

No one has the right to ban the freedom of choice in a secular and democratic country. The right to choice is a basic fundamental right the person should have. To veil or not to veil should be an individual choice. Dress codes are for children. Muslim women should be free to wear burqas. If women get Away with wearing cropped shirts and pants that show their panties, they should be able to wear burqas too.

Globalisation is here to stay, Muslims are here to stay and so are other communities. Those idiot British ministers need to learn that the world is made up of different people and the British society and its Establishment need to learn to accept and tolerate every culture for what it is and most importantly respect and tolerate the values of each and every religion.

2.

The man has a colonial mentality and evidently one of the most ignorant members of parliament who has exposed his ignorance so publicly. His attitude also sounds like a premeditated walk-out.

The comments in the Telegraph newspaper are worst than mine.

I was amazed and angry to read what the Minister did. I hope you know that most non-Muslim British people would condemn this as appalling bad manners, as cruelly hurtful to the couple on their special day, and (in gratuitously going to the press) a crude attempt to stir up prejudice.

I presume this is for electoral gain but looking at the profile of his constituents the action would seem stupid even on that level. It is depressing that someone in public office can be either (at best) that ignorant or (at worst) that malign.

I am not insulting a country in my post, I am just pointing out the ignorance of some peoples in authority.

We would have spoken to or emailed the bride and groom as to why they invited a non-Muslim or non-muslims to their wedding? As Muslims we are not
to take Kuffaar as friends, but we have to be just, kind, fair and treat them well, show good manners to invite them to Islam.

We are to hold functions and invite kuffs only to give Dawah and not for socialisation or show them our culture etc, this is exactly what they want to pick on certain matters and degrade it.

So those two newlyweds have erred in this matter inviting kufs in the first place and now they and all Muslims are in the spot light again. Why bring attention to ourselves unnessarily???

Masajid and Muslim schools and veils are signs of separation. This does not mean that we should get rid of Masajid, veils and Muslim schools. Muslim
schools are there because British schooling is the home of institutional racism. Muslim children have been victim of Paki-bashing for the last 60 years.

I have been campaigning for state funded Muslim schools for the last
35 years. I set up the first Muslim school in 1981 and now there are 140 Muslim schools and only ten are state funded. I would like to see each and every Muslim child in a state funded Muslim school. I hope my dream will
come true on day.

There are hundreds of state and church schools where Muslim children are in majority. In my opinion, all such schools may be designated as Muslim
community schools.

A Muslim is a citizen of this tiny global village. He/she does not want to become notoriously monolingual Brit. He/she needs to learn and be well versed in Standard English, Arabic, Urdu and other community languages to
follow the National Curriculum and go for higher studies and research to serve humanity and to keep in touch with his/her cultural roots and enjoy the beauty of their literature and poetry.

Kind regards.

Iftikhar Ahmad

London School of Islamics Trust

www.londonschoolofislamics.org.uk

The poll currently running on Mr. Ahmad's LSIT site has these results so far:

Poll Results

Should we have more Muslim Schools ?


Yes 41.1% (1570)
No 58.9% (2247)