Like it's a foregone conclusion that we'll be going to war in a short order, like it or not. It's a nonsense. If we go to war, it'll be part of a wider European conflict and it'll go nuclear and we'll all die. All of us. Certainly Europe would be a wasteland and most probably much of the rest of the world as well.
Only an absolute c**t would even be considering such a pathway, let alone talking it up, yet our administration seems hell bent on just such a course of action as if we can prepare for it like a Sunday walk in the park.
Here's a flavour of the kind of nonsense we are being served
I mean, have the lunatics taken over the asylum or what?Britain to be made 'War Ready' with 1.5 billion for bomb factories.
Britain will move to a state of constant readiness for war by building 6 new bomb factories the Defence Secretary will announce tomorrow.
Let me put this as clearly unequivocally as it can be put. This has nothing to do with defending ourselves. It has to do with making a small number of people very rich. People with money invested in the arms industry, people who stand to gain by promoting this cause, by setting it in motion, people who are paid to say it, who get lucrative jobs by pushing it, people who skim off huge amounts by securing the defence contracts that are dished out and get the dividends from the rocketing values of the companies contracted to do the supplying. Listen to this (from the Telegraph).
Does this clown think we've never heard of the 'military-industrial complex', the famous speech by outgoing president Dwight D. Eisenhower warning against the perils of allowing such a union of shared interest talking and taking up the role as directors of government policy? Yet herewith are, being asked to swallow it today on the back of some cooked up threat that "Putin intends to march west."Mr Healey (the Defence Secretary) said " the hard-fought lessons from Putin's illegal invasion of Ukraine show a military is only as strong as the industry that stands behind it.
It's nonsense. We're being primed and softened up for accepting the wasting of huge amounts of public money in the name of this cause. We all know it. But our media, our establishment, our political class are balls deep in it and are going to run with it until the cows come home.
It's up to us as a people to say no. To let those in the positions that we put them in that we won't stand for it. Nothing else will stop these greedy, stupid, lying fools in their running headlong into madness - a madness that really could see us return to the horror of war. Total war. All out war. War that sees our children pulled broken and charred from the wreckage of our homes, our streets, our cities - and that's the good scenario. Because behind one set of fools there is yet another set - the set who actually believe this shit. The kind of fools that believe wars can be won. Or the kind that believe that the world must continue as a Western run neoliberal hegemony or cease to exist. Such is the level of their fanaticism, their 'my way or the highway' mentality.
C'mon people. Tell these idiots to stop it and stop it now! This has gone far enough.
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In another of the 'Great Rip-Off's' 9 billion pounds of public money was written off following government issued PPE contracts that turned out to be worthless.
Anybody and his mother could get a slice of the action as long as they had an 'in' via a personal contact with a serving minister or MP. No suggestion of course that any of the politicians involved actually profited themselves from any of these useless contracts - contracts handed out to family members, pub acquaintances, people they'd met on the golf course, and none with the slightest experience or knowledge of PPE. Some just simply ordered the stuff from Alibaba and then shipped it on to the government at a huge markup.
Nice work if you can get it - except that we all sprung for it.
And now the official interest in reclaiming some of that filched money is zilch. Just write it off - pretend it never happened. A bit like the whole covid debacle itself really. Pretend it never happened unless of course you need to wheel it out as an excuse. Then turn it to whatever purpose you need to, to explain whatever deficit of funding or service you need an excuse for not providing. It's damn useful then, but otherwise, best not to mention it really.
(The 'inquiry' has gone awfully quiet hasn't it? Let it grumble along until it no longer matters eh? Least said, soonest mended style of thing.)
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Sunday Express calling for prison staff to be armed in order to protect themselves from attacks by Islamist prisoners (not like any of the other violent, murderous felons incarcerated in our jails would ever attack a prison warder or anything). What could go wrong?
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And to finish, the Star has an article about the selfish bastards who the moment the sun rises, are out in their gardens with their strimmers making a godawful racket without a care for the rest of us.
As a person who has many a memory of that Sunday morning surface, head splitting and nerves shredded as a result of the previous night's 'revelry', I know exactly where they are coming from.
In fact I think that anyone who even owns a strimmer should have it shoved so far up his arse that the plug comes out of his mouth. What kind of subhuman excuse for a man would even contemplate fucking up a good Sunday - for himself, let alone for everyone else in a half mile radius of his house - by getting out a strimmer? (Note I say 'his'. Deliberately I assure you. No woman would be that stupid, Sunday morning or any other time.)
They say you are closer to God in a garden than anywhere else. Given the colour of my face every time I've done any gardening in the past 10 years I believe it. Gardening is for those with too much time on their hands. Not that I mind being in a nice garden, or having one even. I just don't like doing the work. As a whole I prefer to "leave it lie fallow" this year. As to working in it - I'll watch you working in it ad infinitum. That I can tolerate without problem and even enjoy. Aside from that, the best thing I can see in a garden is a shady tree and a hammock.
Good Sunday people. Good Sunday.
