Blogfocus
Haven't forgotten but too tired and ready to crash. Tomorrow morning.
Snow
Well, it turned out to be much warmer today and so I donned the light gear. Unfortunate because on the way to the tram, I was scooting past two girls on the path when my right toe hit a raised piece of concrete, my left them hit a raised piece of metal and down went Higham, sprawled over the gravel and ice path.
The two girls sidestepped me and carried on as I tended to the grazed paws and tried to rearrange the attire a trifle less deshabille and to carry on myself as if nothing had happened. Alas the clothes were too filthy but the ride home was nice and fortunately I was there with the class of passenger where such things go scarcely without comment.
CP developments
Where to start? Maybe with the response of the blogosphere.
With the exception of the Devil's Kitchen and Toque, bless their cotton socks, fine gentlemen both, the response has been polite [they posted my comments] and to the point [they ignored them entirely and carried on as if I hadn't commented].
Far from upsetting me, it is such a British thing to do and as that's the type of thing we're fighting to protect – the right to ignore pressure brought to bear on us – then I'm actually smiling at the non-response.
Dear old England, dear old sleepy England – you'll sleep your way through the CP takeover and then past it and then, having somehow got the idea months too late to do any good against the EU monster, you'll stir and throw off the shackles in your own way.
I know you, England – you've always been frustratingly like this. We come storming in and demand you man the battlements and you politely ask if we've taken our tablets yet. I sometimes think this quiet, stonewalling response will do more to defeat Europpression than any amount of mobilization.
Some quotes, with the obvious one first:
From Wolfie, who should know:
So not only are they really nasty but they're also incompetent in their cleverness. What a combination! John Trenchard made me smile:
Conclusion
So nice to see so many real human beings out there still in the blogosphere who like a beer and a laugh, maybe even a smoke and have no desire whatsoever to take over the world and change it.
What say we don't let Them drag us down into their deeply and depressingly cold world of “the talented” ruling over us “yahoos”. What say we just muddle on as we've always done?
Either way, I'm going to bed. Nigh-nigh, readers.
Haven't forgotten but too tired and ready to crash. Tomorrow morning.
Snow
Well, it turned out to be much warmer today and so I donned the light gear. Unfortunate because on the way to the tram, I was scooting past two girls on the path when my right toe hit a raised piece of concrete, my left them hit a raised piece of metal and down went Higham, sprawled over the gravel and ice path.
The two girls sidestepped me and carried on as I tended to the grazed paws and tried to rearrange the attire a trifle less deshabille and to carry on myself as if nothing had happened. Alas the clothes were too filthy but the ride home was nice and fortunately I was there with the class of passenger where such things go scarcely without comment.
CP developments
Where to start? Maybe with the response of the blogosphere.
With the exception of the Devil's Kitchen and Toque, bless their cotton socks, fine gentlemen both, the response has been polite [they posted my comments] and to the point [they ignored them entirely and carried on as if I hadn't commented].
Far from upsetting me, it is such a British thing to do and as that's the type of thing we're fighting to protect – the right to ignore pressure brought to bear on us – then I'm actually smiling at the non-response.
Dear old England, dear old sleepy England – you'll sleep your way through the CP takeover and then past it and then, having somehow got the idea months too late to do any good against the EU monster, you'll stir and throw off the shackles in your own way.
I know you, England – you've always been frustratingly like this. We come storming in and demand you man the battlements and you politely ask if we've taken our tablets yet. I sometimes think this quiet, stonewalling response will do more to defeat Europpression than any amount of mobilization.
Some quotes, with the obvious one first:
And then England--southern England, probably the sleekest landscape in the world. It is difficult when you pass that way, especially when you are peacefully recovering from sea sickness with the plush cushions of a boat-train carriage under your bum, to believe that anything is really happening anywhere.The Deep Unpleasantness of Them
Earthquakes in Japan, famines in China, revolutions in Mexico? Don't worry, the milk will be on the doorstep tomorrow morning, the New Statesman will come out on Friday. The industrial towns were far away, a smudge of smoke and misery hidden by the curve of the earth's surface.
Down here it was still the England I had known in my childhood: the railway-cuttings smothered in wild flowers, the deep meadows where the great shining horses browse and meditate, the slow-moving streams bordered by willows, the green bosoms of the elms, the larkspurs in the cottage gardens; and then the huge peaceful wilderness of outer London, the barges on the miry river, the familiar streets, the posters telling of cricket matches and Royal weddings, the men in bowler hats, the pigeons in Trafalgar Square, the red buses, the blue policemen--all sleeping the deep, deep sleep of England, from which I sometimes fear that we shall never wake till we are jerked out of it by the roar of bombs.
[George Orwell: Homage to Catalonia Ch 14]
From Wolfie, who should know:
I don’t have documentation and I don’t have a collection of links but I've got drunk with some of the people on the inside. Their selfishness and arrogance knows no bounds (amazing how champagne loosens the tongue) but the only thing that threatens their march to power is nationalism.These are deeply unpleasant people we're up against, as you saw in today's post and they seem to be bereft of any sort of moral framework. Here is what they say to the students directly:
I want to tell you about another space and I want you all to be school governors by the time you are 25. No, that does not mean that you are going to sit on a board, with the emphasis on your arse sitting heavily on a board. You are going to be part of the leadership of an organisation that will set the standards that your brothers and sisters are currently receiving in schools.Anon [one of them] says, in reference to both this and to the Campaign in Schools material:
I believe this exploitation of the children, copied from both communism and hitler, is their Achilles heel, if it is exploited correctly, plus the finger printing and DNA testing at 6 years old.Devil's Kitchen says they're a bunch of amateurs and he's right – just like everyone employed to run a department – DEFRA, NHS, take your pick. Look at the lost records today. This was also the trouble with the Germans who, contrary to popular lore, made many, many errors whilst decrying any errors whatsoever.
So not only are they really nasty but they're also incompetent in their cleverness. What a combination! John Trenchard made me smile:
I'm reminded, in a way, of what the Jedi master Yoda once said: “Remember, a Jedi's strength flows from the Force. But beware. Anger, fear, aggression. The dark side are they."Then there is the definitive John Redwood statement which only misses one point – it is Their agenda to debilitate England so that the people cry out for intervention. Oldest trick in the book. It's no point asking them to come to their senses because they're beyond that now.
Conclusion
So nice to see so many real human beings out there still in the blogosphere who like a beer and a laugh, maybe even a smoke and have no desire whatsoever to take over the world and change it.
What say we don't let Them drag us down into their deeply and depressingly cold world of “the talented” ruling over us “yahoos”. What say we just muddle on as we've always done?
Either way, I'm going to bed. Nigh-nigh, readers.