Around the coalition in 80 days

Michael Winnng

It has now been about 80 days sicne the coagulation took power if that’s what you could call it. 6th May to 25th July is about that, almost 80 days exactly. Usually yu do this sort of stuff in 100 days, but today’s headline in the DT, that NHS managers are drawing up a list of “services” to cut, just emphasises how this lot are not really any different from the last lot.

Instead of cutting services, why not let the “managers” fire themselves? More money would be saved and you could have MORE hip operations, not less. The sale of their BMWs alone – and rights to their parking spaces – would pay for probably a whole new hospital.

This whole episode just shows that whoever you vote for, the government always gets in. Under this current dispensation at any rate. Something will have to be done soon.

There will/could be a slight victory

Michael Winning

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, me. I mean, for f***’s sake: we are staring over the cliff-face, the lefties are pushing our butts and even getting ppolice with guns and ID cards to paramilitarise our land around us, and the media is predicting, deadpan, a slight Tory majority. Or none. I need DEFRA passports to even move the pigs about, and I didnt mean the Police neither

WTF is wrong with people here? Why isn’t everybody voting UKIP at the very leats? Or pouring money into the hands of Chris Mounsey at the LPUK, so his bruisers can gatecrash the election on Wednesday night? Wish he had some, sometines,

I’ve got a view about how elections should be done. I might write about it later. But you lot would not like it, not one bit.

Tee Hee (sorry about the poor bloke’s car though)

Michael Winning

Saw this in a Daily Paul-Dacre thing earlier but this report is funnier.

Car crash follows debate

I don’t believe it for a momoent

Michael Winning

The bastards’ll find a way to cling on, and we may even be lumbered with lumbering Gordon. A pessimist is an optimist in possession of all the facts.

Pit bulls and New labour

David Davis

I wonder if there’s a corelation between the keeping of “power dogs” and Labour Rotten/Pocket Boroughs?

A Pit-Bull a day keeps the MP at bay.

Libertarian Alliance quote of the day

From our own comment thread on here.

David Davis

Ian B // 7 April, 2010 at 2:42 am (edit)

Sean, I don’t think voting makes much difference at this stage, but as I said before, better to vote counter-hegemonic (UKIP, LPUK, even BNP) than pro-hegemonic. Cameron’s entirely a creature of the Enemy- indeed his plan for 5000 state activists, funded via the Proggie Network, will just broaden and deepen their power. A Tory government certainly won’t help us a single jot. A Tory lose however may throw that useless bunch of quislings into terminal disarray.

I also don’t think Chris Tame’s worthy plan- of influencing the ideological hegemony- is going to ever work. It simply isn’t in their class interest to listen to us, even if the occasional maverick does. The reality is that the Gramscian methodoloy works for people seeking to expand state power, in their own interests. We need a better political strategy that will work for people trying to abolish the ruling class.

So one way of looking at it is, we have to achieve what the Marxists failed to achieve, which is the mobilisation of the proleteriat- in our case, our proleteriat being everyone outside the government, rich or poor. The big problem is that over the past century the state has expanded into every area of life. It’s not going to be easy.

One thing in particular libertarians have to stop doing is attacking weak people. You mentioned in your book the political error of banging on about welfare recipients, and I entirely agree. The Enemy succeed because they always, always, ally themselves with some perceived weak group (the poor, blacks, gays, etc) so that even when they’re doing something ghastly, it’s “in a good cause”. Attacking poor people etc is equivalent to being seen kicking a cripple in the head. Even when you explain he stole your wallet, people will still think you’re a bastard. No wonder the “right”, or the non-left, or whatnot, have consistently lost with such dunderheaded ignorance of human nature.

We may need to rebrand ourselves. We certainly need to start working under non-libertarian banners. Greenpeace may be a socialist group, but they don’t call themselves that. We need to pump out philosophy and propaganda, we need to make whatever alliances we can, and we need to pull together realistic programmes that show how a society can transfer from state dependence to liberty without millions collapsing into poverty, rather than the libertarian habit of arguing constantly about what the Glorious End State will be after some miraculous transformation. We’re in the position of wanting to free some poor desperate population from a ghastly Victorian institution. But the fact is, they’ve lived there their whole lives. They don’t know how to cook, or get a home, or go to the shops. If we threaten to fling the doors open and turf them out onto the streets, we’ll just get terror, not gratitude.

Five more years of Labour, or five of the Tories, it makes no real difference. Whichever we get, things will be more desperate and ghastly in 2015 than they are now. But, things are better for us than they were five or ten years ago. The message is getting out. The Methodist State is reaching its apotheosis, the political class become more transparently fascist and disconnected with every day.

And, we must always remember that the State we’re in is not the inevitable consequence of government. It has the form it has because of specific politicking by specific groups that stretch back a century and a half or even two- kicked into gear by evangelists from nutty sects (Methodists, Quakers etc here, Yankees in the USA (Rothbard wrote a lot on this without quite following it through)). They are our enemies, and they have to be rooted out of the nests they’ve built. The dumb politicians who do their bidding are barely of consequence. Their grotesque schemes nearly fell to bits in the twentieth century, and it was only the marxists who saved them. Well, the marxists are gone now. Once people have lived a while under the new progressive puritanism, that’ll start collapsing too (it’s cracking in places already) and this time there are no marxists left. This time, it must be us who are waiting to take the opportunity.

We can win this thing.

Can we find 500 ways…

…of annoying, perfectly legally (it must be this way) jumped-up-bureaucrats?

David Davis

I had an idea while scanning Old Holborn on Facebook just now. The buggers have created 4,000+ new criminal offences in 13 years: let’s try and match that with the number of ways they can be irritated, annoyed, and obstructed, while staying entirely within the law as it stands. (This may have been an original idea of Sean gabb’s, I can’t remember.)

If they start to move the fences in their enragement at this process, then we will truly know what we are dealing with.

Comments please!

Some good news about “Ed” “Balls”

Michael Winning

Spotted this bitty bit on Guiod just now. The bastard’s likely to go down in his constituency. Time he did, such a bugger. And nasty with it.

I know we don’t have the death penalty for nonces, but it makes you wonder how prisoners in prison get to have razor-blades to use against other prisoners

EDIT: the Maily Dail has it as “breaking news” – that tells you everything about our civilisation. And I wrote it fully 30 minutes ago… and I’m slow and old.

David Davis

This is the first of my long-headline-pieces for some time.

Someone called Ian Huntley, who killed two girls in 2002 in the benighted place called Soham, where I wonder how anyone can ever sell a house these days, got his throat slashed, actually while _/in prison/_ …

I thought that the death penalty for “capital crimes” had been abolished in 1968. And it seems that this was by the very people who engineered laws of various kinds that criminalised people, increasingly stringently over the recent years, who were thought to think about girls, and sex, and stuff like that, like Ian Huntley apparently is thought to think.

These people are called Fabians. I am not saying that Fabians are the only people that think that strange men should not murder little girls for any reason whatsoever. The murder of little girls is wrong, and libertarians are against this.

Well, there you are. The effing nonce killer has been attacked, with intent, while in prison. Could someone please tell me how prisoners get blades of sharpness, and what for?

I wonder whether this British-State, although having officially abolished the death penalty 42 years ago, has privately decided that this specific penalty _/can/_ be applied, and perhaps should be applied, sometimes, in an “accidental” sort of unsupervised way, but only to criminals which it has decided that nobody will bitch about the death of, and who are already “inside”.

By other criminals, so nobody who matters gets blamed for stuff “going through the wrong channels”?

It’s just nasty buggers killing each other, in a “sort of criminals’ hierarchy”.

How barbaric is that, then?

I thought we were in favour of the “Rule of Law”?

No?

I am not in favour of a “State Death Penalty”. It transfers the obligation to end the life of another human to the State’s decision, which we cannot do and which we cannot delegate since we are currently not allowed that individual right. If we cannot delegate this right, not possessing it supposedly, then we cannot allow the State to allow other prisoners of it to end the life of Ian Huntley.

If we as sovereign individuals are allowed the right to end the life of those that torment and oppress us, then we can kill others, and so someone else who is aggrieved by him can kill Ian Huntley – but NOT the other prisoners. He is not their problem, and they are not his. IF he is to be kept alive by statute law, then he ought to be kept away from scumbag murderers and robbers who’d kill for a half-penny, and who think that they hate “pediatricians”.

Only the parents and relations of the girls he killed could have any traction in this one.

New light on the Stasi, and what it could mean here

David Davis

From tractorstats…

They were going to come for our dogs but we spoke out

Michael Winning

just in time then

Simon Heffer explaining things about nation-breaking

Michael Winning

A slow day today I am back inside early and so I spot this from Simon heffer. The man seems more sensible than other intellectual bods I know give him credit for. Didn’t he write a book about 15 years ago foretelling all this? It was called “Nor Shall My Sword” I think it was.

When Tony Blair said in 1997 “New Labour is none other than the political arm of the British People” I cringed in horror. Wish I’d done more and worse I think.

A good read and too right it is

Michael Winning

I found this stuff on Legiron. It is worth tryiong to copy it, so here goes, he calls it the “Bogeyman”…

People are angry. Not just on the internet, not just on the blogs and forums, but everywhere.

You meet them on the street where they point their faces in any direction other than the one they are moving in, just so they can bump into someone and vent a little anger on them. In the supermarkets they angle trolleys across the aisles just to get in someone else’s way, so they can huff when asked to move it. They get really huffy if you just shove it aside but hey, they’re looking for someone to be angry at so I’m just being helpful.

At the checkouts, more and more try that psychological trick of taking small steps closer and closer to you to intimidate you into packing faster. You have never seen anyone take such care over arranging items in a bag as I did this evening. They never learn.

If there is more than one bottle of whisky in your trolley, the hiss of indrawn breath follows you around the store until you start wondering if they have a snake aisle. So I didn’t mention to anyone what Eyebrows plans to do to booze prices next week. I’m sure it will make them all very angry indeed. Let them enjoy themselves.

I’m not going to drink it all tonight, in fact I won’t drink any of it tonight because I have a meeting tomorrow. I’ll get there with the help of an angry bus driver and in the company of his angry passengers. I’ll wait for the bus, smoking, just upwind of the 25% enclosed bus stop I’m still not allowed to smoke under and let the smoke drift onto the angry people waiting there. It doesn’t matter if it’s raining. I have a wide-brimmed hat with a brim that matches the length of a roll-up. It’s green and battered and has a tiny enamel Welsh flag on it. Somewhere, there might be a raddled old harridan surfing the net whose fingers are even now leaving an impression in her keyboard. Yes, you old bat, that was me.

I met this one at Tesco. I had the offer of a lift there and back so I thought I’d stock up because I wouldn’t have to carry it home. My shopping was quick, my lift’s shopping was not so I sat on the bench outside that’s some distance from the doors and is beside one of those bins with an ashtray in the top. And, given that description of the location, it’s obvious what I did next. Inevitably, everyone who passed made the fake coughs and waved their hands in front of their faces and I was enjoying the show so much I lit another one.

Then the old bat, with what I presumed was a grandchild in tow, stopped and angrily demanded to know what I thought I was doing.

“Sitting on a bench,” I said. “Thank you for taking an interest.”

“You know I don’t mean that. Would you mind not smoking?” She hadn’t gritted her teeth by this stage so it was game on.

“I don’t mind you not smoking at all. You carry on.”

“You can’t smoke here.” She really wasn’t grasping the situation at all. Outside, not even near the entrance, and sat next to the biggest ashtray in town.

“I can. I’m doing it now. See?”

“There are children present!” She pointed to her pet chimp. “You can’t smoke in front of children. What will it do to their health?”

“I am not smoking in front of children. I am smoking, and you have placed a child in front of me. Quite deliberately, you have forced that child to stand there while I smoke. That is a form of child abuse and I feel I must report it to the proper authorities.”

That’s when she gritted her teeth. If I’d had a stick I’d have made a notch in it. She disappeared into the shop without saying any more. I have no idea whether she went to find a staff member to be angry at but I’m sure her blood pressure must have been brought to dangerous levels as a result of the smoking sinner she had just encountered. Anyway, my ride home arrived before any officials did. Next time, maybe.

Tomorrow’s meeting is at the hospital, full of angry staff and patients and angry drivers circling the grounds with the evident aim of drumming up business for the casualty department. There will, as always, be at least three more cars than there are parking spaces available. They arrange those appointments to make that a continuous feature of the place. It’s a kind of modern art display and it guarantees a high blood pressure reading when those poor buggers finally get into the place and have to wait another two hours because they are running late. They are not running late. They call you in early so they can crank up that blood pressure and sell you pills. Anger is good business for the medical quango. Real illnesses cost them money, but created ones are profitable.

Everyone is angry all the time. Daily Mail readers are angry because Labour have ruined the country and Guardian readers are angry because Labour might not get the chance to finish the job. Photographers are angry at police harassment and police are angry because whenever they catch a real criminal, the courts let them go. The military is angry at the lack of support their government shows them and at the lies told to cover up that lack of support. Radical Islamists are angry because that’s their job. Everyone is angry, all the time.

The thing is, most of the angry public don’t know why.

They think they are angry about John Terry or Tiger Woods playing those one-on-one away games. They think they are angry because something called 6 Music or whatever is to be closed down. They think they are angry at having to wait in a traffic queue or supermarket checkout even though they are in no actual hurry to be anywhere else. They are, in fact, angry because they are frightened.

Frightened that Gary Glitter will steal their child away. They see him everywhere, all the time, in every stranger’s face. They are frightened of escaped lunatic murderers who could be anywhere. They seem to escape to conveniently coincide with awkward moments for the government, don’t they? They weren’t frightened enough when Jon Venables was alleged to have been in a fight, so now he is alleged to be a child porn merchant, an accusation that is levelled at so many these days it’s a wonder we have any children left at all. Everyone who gets arrested for anything has their computer confiscated and there’s always child porn on it. I’m beginning to wonder if Microsoft puts it in with the operating system.

They are frightened in case they do something illegal without knowing it. Very easily done these days. It’s now actually illegal to be a smoking ban denier and soon it will be illegal to be an EU denier and a climate heretic, if it isn’t already.

They are frightened of the police. They don’t tip their hats and say ‘hello’ to the bobby on the beat because the police don’t look like Dixon of Dock Green any more. They look like Robocop. They look intimidating and all too often, they act intimidating too. People are learning to be extra-careful towards the end of the month because arrest targets must be met and wearing a loud shirt in a built-up area could be enough to attract attention.

They are too frightened to protest, they see nowhere to turn for support because the officials they expected to protect them are the ones they are frightened of and that makes them angry. The reason that woman scarpered instead of continuing her harassment of me smoking perfectly legally and in nobody’s way had nothing to do with her realising she was wrong. She still doesn’t realise it now. She left because I mentioned bringing her child (grandchild, shaved chimp, whatever it was) to the attention of the authorities. She was frightened. Far more than any fear of imaginary secondary smoke, she was terrified of letting the social workers know of the existence of her child. Exposing that child to a smoker would cause her a lot more problems than if the child said a bad word.

I very much doubt she complained about me to the store staff because in the back of her mind, she knew what I might say to them. Sure, it was nasty of me, but if people are conditioned to react in Pavlovian ways, is it any surprise that some of us will make use of that conditioning in our own defence? Especially if those people are nasty to us for no sensible reason.

Is there anything they are not frightened of? They are not frightened of the country’s debt because those kinds of numbers just don’t fit into a human head. I can’t imagine that much money and I read about it all the time. Al-Jahom has compiled a handy list of things people don’t seem too concerned about and most of it is because they can’t conceive of anything that bizarre being real. They are indeed frightened of front-line officials of all types but they don’t link those officials with those who control them. That’s why they keep voting the controllers back into power.

They are frightened by the news they read every day because every day, someone’s been stabbed or burned or beaten up and it reads like it’s happened just down the road. Lately, a lot of the horror stories have to be read in full because some way down the page you’ll find it actually happened in Idaho or Alabama or Brazil or in the booze-addled mind of a reporter with a morning deadline. The headline and opening paragraph often doesn’t make it clear that it wasn’t a UK crime at all, and many people will skim those stories. They’ll see the headline, read the first few lines and think ‘Something should be done’. Something has been done. You, Joe Public, have just been conditioned.

If you’re looking for the source of the conditioning, it’s in the news. The BBC is a bit obvious about it, but it’s in all the news, all the time. The four horsemen roadshow is coming to town and you’d better fit in, you’d better conform, you’d better not make a fuss or you’ll be noticed and then they’ll get you. What for? Who knows? Labour have introduced so many new crimes that it would take a whole firm of lawyers twenty years to learn them all. The police don’t know them all. No individual possibly could. So they treat any deviation from drone compliance as suspect because there’s probably a law against it.

I don’t blame the police. They’re all frightened too. Targets must be met every month and the continued application of common sense could put their jobs at risk. They have to have those arrests. Eventually, in that situation, they will all start to think of the public as nothing more than a source of check-marks for their monthly score card. Just as the public are conditioned to be sheep, the police are conditioned to be sheepdogs.

The news teaches us to be scared of the police, the courts, the social workers and children, and it teaches the police and social workers and all the rest of them not to be scared of us. There are consequences if they miss targets but no consequences if they get it wrong and ruin lives in the process. The people are scared of the officials, the officials are scared of their managers, the managers are scared of their area managers, and so on up this one-way line until we get to the top, where the Brown Gorgon is scared of Count Mandelstein, his creator. Is Mandelstein the top of the fear tree? No, it grows ever upwards to the land of the goose that eats golden eggs, the EU. Even Herbie Remploy-van is scared of someone. Mind you, that could well be Mandelstein too. If he was on one side of the road and a gang of fifty hoodies were on the other side, I’d risk passing the hoodies.

Everyone is scared, and everyone is angry about it because being scared when you can’t see who you’re scared of is frustrating. Where is the bogeyman? When you can’t see him, you start to think he’s everywhere.

Everyone suspects everyone else of being the bogeyman. If you happen to be 27 years old in the UK, everyone suspects you of being Jon Venables even though everyone knows he’s currently in jail. If you’re around sixty, everyone suspects you of being Gary Glitter. If you buy a bottle of booze, everyone suspects you of being a wife beater. If you say you’re not married they’ll assume you buy Polynesian wives to beat or nip next door and beat the neighbour’s wife to save him the trouble.

If you have a dog, everyone thinks you train it by giving it child-sized dummies stuffed with mince to savage. If you have a computer, everyone thinks you spend all day looking up porn and playing World of Wasteoftime. Actually, I know a couple of folk who do. Straight porn, nothing nasty, but I have felt obliged to point out that they could buy the entire top shelf at the newsagent’s for far less than a computer and a broadband subscription. If you have more than one cat you are a witch. No question. That’s an old one but it still works.

If you have a car you are polluting the planet even though only six of those container ships produce more pollution than all the cars in the world. If you have a filament light bulb you are killing the polar bears whose numbers are increasing. Good job we’re killing them then, or we’d be overrun and they make huge holes in skirting boards. If you are extravagant enough to heat your home to the degree that there’s no ice on the inside, you are melting the polar ice caps that are increasing. Iceland will thank you for it one day.

If you are a smoker, well, you are the Antichrist personified, here to spread war, pestilence, famine and death among the masses with your Little Sticks of Devil-Leaves. You are the most evil thing ever to have walked on the Green God’s earth and don’t you think it’s about time you started acting like it? Get out there and terrorise someone. They are expecting it of you. Don’t disappoint them.

It’s all fear. Why are we battling the Taliban? They might be loonies but they are someone else’s loonies. The invasion of Afghanistan was to catch the Bearded Binliner but he left there a long time ago. The Taliban were and are no threat to this country and given their minimalist approach to life, never could be. Neither was Madman Hussein, who could not have fired a missile at us with 45 years’ warning, never mind 45 minutes. He’s dead now. We’re still there. As long as we are there, the threat of Islamic reprisals remains. Fear. The Islamic scary boys don’t need to do anything to terrorise us other than pop out from under the bed and go ‘Boo – in the name of Allah’ and we’ll collectively shit ourselves. They know it. They aren’t the real bogeymen. They make use of our conditioning the same way I made use of it with the antismoker harridan earlier, but they didn’t do it. Our government, and not just this one, did it.

Which brings us to – why? Why does our government insist on pursuing policies and releasing news that helps nobody other than underwear manufacturers and high-strength washing powder sellers?

Think back to when you were little, you didn’t want to go to bed and there was school the next day. Remember ‘You’d better be asleep before the bogeyman comes because he takes naughty little children away and boils them up’? You did as you were told because you were scared of an imaginary terror who might crawl out from under your bed.

Second hand, third hand, hundredth hand smoke.
Muslim scary boys.
Passive drinking.
Having your photo taken in the street even though you are continuously on CCTV.
Gary Glitter.
Escaped psychos.
Hoodies with knives and guns.
Jon Venables.
Footballers and golfers shagging someone else’s girlfriend. Yours next?
Rapists and bullies on Facebook.
Fat people eating your taxes.
Thugs let back onto the streets no matter what they do.

It’s Bogeyman control. With a whole army of bogeymen.

When you were a kid, the bogeyman your parents threatened you with wasn’t real.

This time, he is, but he’s not in that list. He’s invisible and you can feel his breath on your neck right now. You can’t see him. He could be anyone. You can’t trust anyone, just in case. You can’t confide your fears in anyone, just in case. So you hold the fear inside and try to live without catching Bogeyman’s eye. It’s frustrating. You want to confide in someone but you dare not because the Bogeyman might be listening – or that person might even be the Bogeyman. How can you tell? Look for traces of underbed lint on his clothes? He might have brushed it off. There’s no way to tell who can be trusted and who can’t.

No wonder everyone is angry.

It’s enough to make an Englishman say ‘tsk’.

Posted by Leg-iron at 23:51

I smoke, me, and there should be justice for this man

Michael Winning

It says at Guido’s that  Nick Hogan is in a violent prison, for non-payment of a fine of…what? £10,000? WTF is oging on with these people who say they are our masters? Aren’t we their masters and they our servants?

When did the changeover between ours and theirs take place?

Apart from anything smokers like me, I do about 20 a day and so pay about £4 a day towards Gordon’s debts, are starting to feel victimised and vindcitive.

Who knows when they’ll order me not to smoke round the animals, mostly in open air? Can pigs be affected by passive smoking on a Lancashire hill? You tell me!

Idle parenting means happy children…but…

David Davis says it depends on the kind of idleness…

…from Old Holborn.

If the parent or parents is/are (a) GramscoFabiaNazi creation via deliberate-scumbag-non-schooling, then perhaps not.

Could Mandelson be describing Stalin?

David Davis

Truly, Lord Rumba of Rio wins the circumlocution Grand Challenge Cup 2010, for this statement as part of a defence of his boss puppet Gordon Brown.

‘He is demanding of himself, he is demanding of people around him, he knows what he wants to do, he does not like taking no for an answer from anyone, he will go on and on until he has got a policy and an idea in the best possible form which he can then roll out.”

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1252584/Gordon-bully-claims-Mandelson-PM-accused-abusing-Downing-Street-staff.html#ixzz0gCeEuD06

Truly, also, we The People are just a “human resource”, upon whose supine canvas “policies and ideas can be rolled out”.

NewLabour surrogate mother of the day

Michael Winning

says I saw this on Man Widdecombe, its quite funneh…enough work today, and I fell in a ditch and a pig fell on me.

Sion Simon sees the light

Michael Winning

I always thought this man was a class-A1-lackey-and-running-dog-of-the-new-political-boss-class, since he made such a prat of himslef on some Newsprog or other, here:-

On this blog here and there the Boss mkaes reference to MPs possibly not being paid at all. I agree that they ought only to think about  “entering parliament”, as they used to call it – at a time of life when they can afford to support themsleves while doing public good by refusing to legislate hysterically about everything.

Truly in the last ditch

David Davis

It says in The Last Ditch what the prime problems will be from now on, with The British State’s functional removal of jury-trials.

A lot of work will need to be done straight after the Revolution, to put back what has been lost or destroyed. There can be no partying or hanging about for a few hours, let alone days, rejoicing at the demise of the scumbags. Much will indeed have to be done all at about 02:00 am in the morning of victory.

Aaaaaaah…..that’s so sweeeeet

Michael Winning

The Dark Lord is going to join an oil company….

What further prtoof do we all need, of the iniquitous connection at social levels, between Enemy-Classpersons and otherwise normal persons in things such as oil firms?

THere’s nothing wrong with being an oil co or working for it. Just that these outfits seem to play into the hands of people who’d demolish them, such as greens and peope who throw green stuff at people like Mandelson.