Queen Gordon’s queen’s Speech

So, Gordon has carried on with his newly designed not-quite-the-Queen’s-speech-but-basically-is speech, which is just another pointless initiative by Labour to ‘engage’ the public. The top billing three are here:

• Public say on GP hours
• Parents’ councils to help run schools
• Citizenship ceremonies for young people

What a load of rubbish.

The first two carry on this obsession that democracy and better services are somehow delivered by consulting the public. Now, I’m not against public involvement through consultation per se, but when it comes to important things like, you know, the health of the nation or the education of millions of children, I kinda want the decisions made by experts who have an inkling of what they are doing.

There is also the bigger problem here: it isn’t democratic in the slightest.

Who makes the decision to consult who? God knows. What this really boils down to is that the PTA and the residents association, the neighbourhood watch group and the campaign for local issues quango make the decisions.

Why? Why are these non-elected twats making decisions for me? You may say ‘well, involve yourself’, but that is easier said than done isn’t it. How do I involve myself? Who do I contact? Do I have to join?

No, this is a scheme that will be abused by local jumped up tossers who call themselves ‘Chairman of the Greater Poppington Residents Society’, or in other words, a nobody with training in nothing who is a nimby to the nth degree, hates change and wants it all as it was in his day.

The poor teachers will now have to have constant arguments with a select set of high profile parents, who effectively represent eight children out of a thousend, who are almost certainly architects, accountants, lawyers and chairman of the greater poppington residents society. They will get ripped apart in meeting by people who rip people apart in meetings for a living and will have to cave in for requests for more books, or better desks. Even though there isn’t any money.

The children to take citizenship ceremonies idea makes me feel sick. If you don’t already feel like you are British having lived here for, most probably, 16 years, then fuck off. How can a child of two UK citizens who was born in the UK and lived in said UK all of its life possibly not feel British?

This is an American approach to a probelm that simply doesn’t exist, that is the issue of caring about the country you live in. The problem is basic self-discipline, control and manners. Taking an oath won’t change that.

If you need to fly a flag or chant an oath, then you simply don’t deserve to have one. In fact you should be shot. It is totally un-British.

I want government to govern. I don’t want select groups of ‘the public’ running my health system or schools. I want people who know what they are doing running these services under an umbrella of government who keep their noses out and well away from residents associations who haven’t got a clue what is going on.

Local Authorities are run like this. An elected Council oversees a group of skilled people who basically run it for them. And it works, despite what the Sun would have you believe.

Labour is unable to delegate to professional people so instead hands it over to nimbys and quangos. Then it tells your chldren to stand up and pledge, bend over and take it like men.

A Retrospective is Called For, Namely New Labour 1997

I decided this morning to look up the Labour (or noo Lab as some insist it is called) and the election manifesto of 1997. Some really quite amazing things pop out at you, namely the way it tugs at people stupidity but promising the world and then admitting it is all rubbish.

So let’s have a look at it to see where it has all gone a bit wrong.

“I want to renew faith in politics by being honest about the last 18 years. Some things the Conservatives got right.” - David must have read this.

“I want to renew faith in politics…feel let down by a political system that gives the breaks to the few, to an elite at the top increasingly out of touch with the rest of us.” - Interesting one this, because Labour have become completely out of touch with everything and on top of that, the richer have become richer and the out of touch even more so. So abject failure really.

The Left Wing Media Attempts to Resuscitate New Labour

It’s rather amusing yet at the same time rather nauseating to watch the left wing media try desperately to lift labour’s wilting leaves from the scorched top-soil of UK politics.

Alan Rusbridger’s Islamist, anti-’zionist’ ever-lurching-to-the-left daily rag has been working all hands to the pump to discredit the Tories and paint Labour as a force with guts and fuel left in the tank. See this latest story in its attempt to resuscitate the flagging, failing party.

All rather pathetic and see-through. The Independent takes an even further to the Left view on it all - you see, if only Labour went further leftwards and paid more attention to the ‘grassroots’ (ooh, what, like your readership? I think not) then all would be saved because the oppressed prols would come back in droves and save the evil capitalist courting fascist running dog party from the right wingers. See this article and this article in today’s ‘Not-so’ Independent.

The Summer Arrives, A Guide on how to fit in.

What is it with Summer in this country? It gets nice and hot and then, out of no where, utter twats arrive in hordes.

Here in South London, where this part of the all powerful B and D lives, this can reach epidemic proportions. The Army is called in as extra cover for the Police and special anti-wanker patrols are sent out to enforce a strict no-pricks-allowed policy. In my dreams.

They are everywhere.

Blokes, it seems, suddenly become overwhelmed with a need to remove their socks and wear white shoes. Yellow suddenly becomes this must have colour whether it is in fashion or not. And, of course, you simply must, must, must shave your head to within a nanometre of your cranium. Innit.

The girls aren’t much better. It’s like a special part of their brain shouts ‘Tan Lines!!!’ and, before you know it, belts for skirts and bikini tops are all the rage. Because you can’t risk a tan line in the UK when it is 22 degrees.

Don’t even get me started on fucking wedges. Clearly produced in the millions in 1987 and the company has been trying to shift them ever since. How the fuck can the same piece of shit be ‘this season’s must have’ every bloody year!

I digress. Here is a guide to being in South London in the ‘Summer’:

Medvedev Takes Over From Putin. Kinda

Putin’s, er, right hand man, shall we say, has been made President. So now Vlad can run the country and fist his mate at the same time. Happy days indeed.