I am exhausted..........

The photo is because the cat has just read my blog about sorting out the problems in the UK....



From trying to sort out the UK and from having watched the royal wedding today. However, the one is an ongoiung problem and the other is ongoing, hopefully without the problem.

Miss Middleton has now become the future Queen of England, not bad for the daughter coming from a line of coalminers from Durham. Who says fairy tales don't happen? She's done brilliantly well for herself. Waity Katy indeed, it just shows what waiting can do for one! I hope that she and Prince William will be very happy. They seem to have their heads on and in the right place, and that the shadows which hung over his mother's wedding, are of course missing in this one.

All the ladies looked, with the exception of very few, who, no matter how much money there is just can't get it right, gorgeous. Like a whole lot of butterflies at a gathering and the men looked good too, which shows how much nicer you look when not in jeans and with scruffy beards and trainers.

The weather was very helpful in that it didn't pour down, probably in part because I paid an Red Indian Rain Maker to do a reverse dance. Which reminds me, I must send the bill to the palace. The Queen and Prince Philip are going off for a quiet weekend at Sandringham, she deserves it, she looked super for a lady of 85, and so did he. I thought for one moment as he was getting into the coach, that she would have to heave him up or at least give him a shove, but the old boy made it, with a sigh of relief, I would think!

It was watched by over 2 billion people all around the world. And who says there was no wedding fever? Of course there was! Brilliantly managed and pulled off by the palace and other staff. Well done, a superb affair.

As I am exhausted from all the excitement, I shall toodle off to have a relaxing weekend, knowing that the UK is in good hands, at least for this Friday.

Good, isn't it....

Dear Mr. Cameron

I'm back again. The photo is to get you all to wake up.

As there is so much to talk about in how I can help you, I had to put this missive into 2 parts otherwise you might get a headache. To carry on:

Banks and bankers: Now there's a lot to be taken with a large pinch of salt. Could you please explain why, when a bank has been bailed out by the poor long - suffering British public yet again, that the bankers at the end of a year get whopping bonuses? For doing what, precisely? Getting themselves into the mess to start off with and then giving themselves pats on the back for being so clever? Really? Did they all come from the LSE, which needs to be torn down, seeing that they are giving idiots like Ghaddafi's son certificates. HA! For what? Paying bribes? Well, we all know that happened, even if the LSE didn't. They have the combined brain power of a bunch of first graders, who probably have more savvy than they. Now banks. Ah yes, this is the wonderful system which allows you to put money into a bank account of your own and when you want to draw money out, you find it's less than what it was when you put the money in. You are told that it's for accounting. Surely in this day and age, where things are done by computers, it doesn't need each month a horrendous amount to be deducted. What for? Do computers need food and drink? NO. The people who are supposed to look after them do, but as they are not very good, such a lot of bank statements being less worth than loo paper, the mistake must come from the input, shades of Johnny 5 ....I can only presume the people are to blame, in which case they should be removed. It's called cutting costs and as the costs are mainly to my detriment, please get rid of these folk who think they can do with money as they wish. No they can't, it's mine, not the banks nor the bank staffs.

Weapons: A pet bugbear. GUNS KILL, people don't. Although, as I am thinking about the proliferance of knives around, I might have to revise my way of thinking. I was always of the opinion that it is much more difficult to kill someone with a knife, than a gun. The reason being that if you attack someone with a knife, they will usually try and get at you as they don't particularly want their throat slit or to be stabbed somewhere.... A gun removes this dance of intimacy. It's a cowards way of killing. In warfare I can accept it, but on the mean streets of the UK? Gun laws and those for people carrying knives, except for butchers, have to be made very strict indeed. I can remember times when the policemen were out every night on the streets with nothing except a cosh, which they used. Quite rightly too. Maybe if the laws for the police were to be changed, where they can catch delinquents and give them an almighty bashing before taking them to the police station to be booked, would help. Then too, the law should protect the person who is being attacked by some idiot, not the other way around. People who protect their property should be commended, for example. If an idiot wishes to break into someones home and is whacked across the head by some irate homeowner, I would turn a blind eye if I were you. They won't do it again in a hurry after a stay in some hospital. Oh, and while I'm on the subject of punishment, bring back the death penalty. The threat should be real and when it's used, applied with full force. There's a lot of horrible men in prison now who should, because of the appalling crimes they've committed, be dispatched to hell, fast. Although I'm not sure the Devil would want them. He's trying to find enough place for G.W. Bush, Cheney, Rice, Rumsfeld, Blair and Brown, for starters. Plus all the other despots in the world. It's an ego thing you see. They all want a better bit of hell than the other...

Foreign aid: Not a penny more. They can sort out their messes to start with. There have been billions pumped into countries which have done sod all for their countrymen and a lot to line the pockets of those in power. See my comment about this in a blog I wrote. (I will let you have my blog address as I've managed to sort out most of the world anyway and none of you know about it, which is a shame).

The National Draft: This definitely needs to be brought back. All young men, between the ages of 18 - 22, when not in a school of upper learning, university or apprenticeship, regardless of religion, colour or creed, if living in the UK, are to be drafted into one of the forces. Whilst at it, let's get the women also. There are a lot ,which do nothing except produce babies with the above mentioned idiots in my first letter to you. They can kill each other whilst in there and thus remove a lot of radicals and hate mongerers. Then we can send off the radicals who are still living, to the countries which also like the killing of innocent people, because of their archaic laws, and we can all breathe easier knowing they are having fun. But not in England.

Well, I think you've a lot to think about. I can tear myself away from the Costa del Sol to come to your aid as this is so important. A lot more is to be said, but I'll not offend anyone by putting it down here!

My regards to Mrs. Cameron and congratulations that the Downing Street cat has finally caught its first mouse!


Good, isn't it......

Hello everyone, I'm here again.

As the world has gone through some appalling times just lately, I've been sitting back and waiting for inspiration to hit. The problem is, now I want to write, there's so much to write about, where do I start?
I'll make an open letter to the UK government. The coalition, hhmmmm..

Dear Mr. Cameron,
I know you inherited a dreadful mess, as did Pres. Obama, from the lot which came before you. They tried, and succeeded, to screw up everything. From weapons of mass destruction, of which none were found, to the cameraderie of Brown and Bliar, twins of evil and malcontent, who managed to turn the UK, a once glorious country, into a land of imbeciles. You know who I am talking about.
So, here are my words of wisdom, I hope you agree. I am not touching on everything as there's too much to put down, but you have to make a start somewhere.

Immigration: the worst chaos ever. Labour began a process which has enabled most of the scum of Europe into GB, and then compounded it all by enabling this lot, unwashed, stupid and with hordes of children, in. Giving them mansions to live in, when they don't even know what a flush toilet is.. not having had one from whence they came. How did they get to the shores of the UK? .That's also a big question? Well here's what you do. Charge them all, ALL, 30.000 pounds each to come in. They get a small council house in a really seedy area, which is still much better than from whence they came... and they can stay there until dad and mum and all the ones who are of working age, get a job, irrespective of race, and religion. All of them must know English before they set foot on the soil of the UK. If they don't? Tough. Then, if they get through this, the money they had to bring in will be used for all their health costs and for the women for their babies, as most of them produce children like rabbits. If there's no job found in 6 months, they will be escorted to the shores and sent away. How? By using the rest of the money which they had to bring in, of course.

Religion: it's C of E and nothing else, bar Catholics who have also been around for a long time. No more mosques, no more places where kids can be brainwashed. You learn in English schools, and as you already know English, there's no problem of learning, is there?  The women will have their faces open, no more burkhas and covering up. You choose to live in a western country, you take the western views. You don't like that? There's no problem, you may leave, see the 30.000 pounds bit above... if you were born in the UK and are a radical, don't worry, we'll send you off to preach your hate and nastiness somewhere else. And give you a good send off to boot with a band and bunting. Anyway, we know, even if you don't, that in your holy book, which I will respect, although you don't respect mine, there is nothing which says faces and bodies must be covered. It says: both men and women be of modest attire. Where's the face covering bit? Problem solved. You give us the freedom to worship our God, in your country, I'll change my mind. Till then, hell will freeze over. So no deal.

Families:  any minors wishing to procreate and who are too stupid to use contraception, will get no benefits. This applies to all the other below level intelligence who think that the government have an obligation to look after all the children they put into the world. No they don't, you do. It's your fault, no-one elses.

Prisons: the old age pensioners and people who are in care, will be given all the things that prisoners have now, free medicine, tv on all the time, libraries etc. etc. The prisoners will be put into the barracks where the old people were, lights out at 9 pm, 2 meals a day, clean sheets every 2 weeks, etc. etc. the same as the old people had. That would be a more fitting punishment, don't you think? They get no rights at all as the prisoners gave up theirs by choice when they committed a crime. Votes? whatever for? If they get back into society, maybe, till then, nada. You hire Sheriff Joe Arpaio to bring the prison system under control. It'll cost a lot less.

The EU and handouts: the bane of the British folk. Which the wondrous Labour party, the lot which causes havoc and mayhem everywhere they go, brought us into! The idiots in Brussells try and dictate to the UK what we have to do. No you don't. You have nothing to say. The UK is a sovereign country and it's much bigger than Belgium. You're not even capable of handling your money but insist that the average taxpayer has to fork up 400 pounds per person to meet tariffs this year. I suggest that, with bankers, all the salaries of every offical in the EU be immediately frozen. We also eat your Brussell Sprouts, I have never worked out why...You can all meet the tariffs which you wish to foist onto anyone around you through all the frozen accounts. We will watch what happens. Mr. Cameron don't be scared of them. What are they going to do to us all? Zilch. If they can't manage their money, how do you think they will be able to manage a lot of very angry British people? No more handouts to countries like Pakistan and India, which is spending a billion in sending probes to Mars. Whatever  for? You get your rich people to cough up. You can send the UK money as you seem to have a lot more of it than the Brits do! We have sent you enough.

And that's just a start. Banks and such, I'll write about again tomorrow. I can pop round and work out details with you whenever you wish. It'll be my pleasure. I can go on for a lot longer but my hand is hurting from wrath at putting these words down. I shouldn't have to. We should all be able to live in a world where hate has no place, religion is not the way of running a country, where people are equals, some more than others, but that's the law of the jungle. It is a place we have to make, for we shall otherwise leave our children a complete bloody mess. It takes just a few at the top to do it, but it's insiduous. I am quoting something a South African journalist wrote, and how true it is.

1. I am always right

This delusion means that you go to war on second-rate intelligence. You reject any facts which contradict your view of what the world should be like. If you are absolutely proved wrong, you merely offer the excuse that you thought you were right at the time and you always do what you think is right. You surround yourself with yes-men. You do not even countenance the presence of a court jester who might serve you up with unpalatable truths coated in humour.


2. I am in total control.
This delusion means that anybody who disputes your control is regarded as an enemy. It starts with intimidation of your political enemies, but is soon followed by secretly gathering an elite group of assassins who take them out. When the public defy you, you send in the army to sort them out. Even if you end up in control of nothing, you are still living in the castle amid the ruins.


3. I am immortal.
This delusion means that you hang on until you actually die and then maybe get embalmed. You feel you are indispensable even when you have long passed your sell-by date. You reject grooming any outside successor because that person could become a threat. The baton has to be passed on to one of your children so that you can rule from the grave.


4. I am the most popular person around.
This delusion arises from gauging your popularity from your followers, many of whom owe their positions and wealth to you. It also arises from the fact that they know this and protect you from the ugly truth. Sometimes the delusion continues until you get a knock on the door in the bunker, at which point you are shocked to be informed that the game is over.


5. My ends justify any means.
This delusion is the most dangerous of them all, because you are prepared to kill millions of people as a result of some warped ideology to which you have become addicted. Human rights are an irrelevance in your pursuit of the great idea.

Written by Clem Sunter, with thanks.

So there you have it Mr. Cameron.

Good, isn't it......................