Like everyone else who isn’t being directly supported by New Labour, I was stunned yesterday at the place we now find ourselves.
HUGE debt, a collapsing currency and a broken society. I don’t want to drill into the details like most of the main stream media are doing, I don’t want to catalogue the massive failures of the 646, I just want it to stop. Guido is talking about leaving, others are talking about simply capitulating and joining the Welfare Slaves on the Dole and yet others are discussing getting themselves a job in the now grotesquely bloated Public Sector. I have a plan A and a plan B and they are purely for me and my family. Both of them require me to simply abandon what I have spent most of my life building and revert to total and complete reliance on my own skills and a gun.
Thanks Gordon. Thank you Labour Voters.
In the meantime, I spotted this elsewhere.
In the third world African country where I used to live, it was the habit of politicians to mis-spend and divert funds during their time in office showing almost total contempt for the people who elected them. By and large, they reasoned, the voters were too stupid to realise what they were up to but – if nothing else – people enjoyed the carnival atmosphere of election day and could be relied upon to turn out and vote. So electioneering was simple – the Government politician for each constituency would simply make a small, direct, promise to each of the families in that area. Normally he would promise that, if elected, the Government would buy them a toaster (I’m serious).. if he had been particularly corrupt he might run to a rice cooker or some larger piece of practical kitchen equipment.
In return the people became disinterested in Politics – A Change of Government? “Why bother?”, they said – “Same shit, different flies”. At least their kitchens were well equipped (even if they often lacked the electricity to operate them).
Whether or not Darling’s complicated tinkering yesterday amounts to a toaster or a rice cooker I am not sure. This much is clear – the bill we are going to pay ought to buy us a complete country kitchen and possibly the farmhouse to wrap it in.
From the staggering reaction to the debt figures yesterday, and the powerlessness of the Front bench to produce anything worth talking about in terms of a stimulus; one thing is clear. The vainglorious behaviour, the spin, the deceit and the smoke and mirrors were yesterday shown up once and for all in the arc light of a one trillion pound National debt.
We have reached a fork in the road and, while neither destination is clear, yesterday should have been enough to show most rational people who they do not want as their guide.