24 May 2018

And Then A Challenge...

Further to a paragraph from an earlier post, may I offer a challenge to those who would rule over us?

Any PC spy please note, this post is not to be construed as racist in any way, manor or form. All I have is a fear that our country is full and quite quickly approaching overflow. As further proof of this, should any be needed, we’re now told that we’re running out of water and the NHS, blessed be its name, will soon need another couple of thousand pounds a year off each of us. How cool is that then? You’d think someone a lot brighter than me could figure out that the more folks there are sharing the same amount of stuff must mean that there will quickly be less stuff for each of us, right?

So this is the simple illustrative challenge for those that must be obeyed:
Go off to work one day and leave your front door open and a large ‘Welcome’ sign hanging on your front gate. I’m betting you get a shock upon returning home. Whoa! I opened the door and they came!

After a couple of days of your ‘open door’ policy, you’ll be ‘surprised’ to find that using the kitchen and bathroom with the regularity and freedom you once enjoyed will have gone for some strange reason. Soon thereafter you may well find yourself having to queue to use your own computer and having to be content with sitting on the floor in your lounge and even having to sleep on the floor in the hall. Eventually, sitting will become a problem and you may well just have enough room to stand at the back. Sadly, the standing room that enables leaning against a wall is all being used; it’s now only stand-up straight space.

In no time at all, you’ll no longer be able to get your car on the drive as it seems to be in continuous use as a hand car wash station. On the plus side, finding you have to park quite some distance away, the walk enables you to calm down a tad before entering what was once your castle but is now a multiculti utopia.

Your garden? Just a jungle as the last time you tried to do a bit out there, tiptoeing through all kinds of unsavoury looking stuff and strange charcoal cooking thingies, you lost your place in the proper toilet queue and wet yourself.

Eventually, after becoming a tad disconcerted with the rapid ever upwards trajectory of your electricity, gas and water bills and the dangerous load on some sockets threatening to blow you off the board, you may well decide you’ve had enough and need to get everyone out and lock the door. However, when you finally come to take that action you’ll be shocked to find it’s too late as that’s when you’ll discover you’ve lost all governance of your own home and you are now in a miniscule minority.

And thus ends my miniature picture of our little bit o’ rock sitting in an angry ocean. Please feel free to copy, amend or edit as you wish, and post to your MP and any believers of open borders to see if they’re up for the challenge.

The cessation of all acts of inhalation and exhalation whilst awaiting a note of acceptance to the challenge, or indeed any response at all, isn’t advised.

               

Quote;  Edward Abbey.

“A crowded society is a restrictive society; an overcrowded society becomes an authoritarian, repressive and murderous society.”

23 May 2018

And Then, Fat Kids Again...

Sad lad wot I am, I had the dubious pleasure of catching Prime Ministers Questions today. Sama-Sama but one topic I caught is more of that total tommy-rot regarding  sugar and fat kids. I repeat, boringly, the result of my almost daily study as the kids go to and from the school not too far from where we be. I see no fat kids. However, there’s many a mummy that’s a tad wide at the waist.

Anyhoo, it seems there’s this thing being put about that all school kids should run a mile a day. I, me and myself have what I believe would be a far better idea and if you live anywhere near a school I do believe you’ll be in favour.

Sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin. On a daily class by class rotor, arm the little treasures with a bag and send them out, rain or shine, collecting litter along the streets neighbouring their school for an hour. Say wot? Give them one of they grabby, picky-up stick thingies? Absolutely not. Make ‘em walk, stop, bend, straighten up, walk, stop, bend...

This would achieve many important aims. It’d go towards keeping ‘em fit, clean the neighbourhood – hell, most of the litter was dropped by the little treasures in the first place – and thus instil a little civic respect and pride into their iPhone shaped heads. As an added plus, council street cleaners could concentrate resources to other, high traffic areas.

No, it’s not just kids that drop litter but adopting the above, as the little dears grow-up and leave school,  they will fully understand, respect and automatically obey the simple rule of using the provided trash cans or to take their trash home.

Quote;  Joey Adams.

“If it weren’t for the fact that the TV set and the refrigerator are so far apart, some of us wouldn’t get any exercise at all.