And Then, A Good Point...

Just popped in to say, Hi, hello, how are you? Good? Good. Me? Also well as well. Well, as well as can be expected. And wot a sad start to the festive season down the smoke. I assume the T-light and teddy brigade are ready to go?

With regards that election thingy, it seems the past few days have been relentless climate coverage and how we have so little time left and our days are numbered. This, as pointed out by the good A. K. Haart, poses the question as to why are our politicians – and indeed us -  worried about budgets when we will all be gone in twenty to thirty years anyway? Let’s get it spent now, big time; we may as well all party hearty ‘till the end, right?

Or looking at it another way, whatever ‘we’ do, nothing will change. Cool periods will follow warm periods as sure as warm periods will follow cool periods. And at present the Co2 is greening the deserts thus presenting more areas for farming. But, but, but the ice is melting and polar bears are dying out!! I hear you shout. Fear not, the ice will come back and if you dig a little you’ll find that polar bears are actually thriving. Even if they weren’t thriving and where indeed dying out, would we miss them when they were gone? Do we farm them for meat and fur? Only the Peskimos may miss them and start to migrate South. Better that than running the risk, when putting your trash out of an evening, of coming face to giant clawed paw with an angry emigrating polar bear as it rummages through your trash. Thank heavens we weren’t around in time to try and save ol’ T-rex eh?

On another note of little to no interest, since the rise and rise of Greta Thumbelina, blessed be her name, I noted a while back that there could be money in that there kid and guess wot? It seems the advertising industry have also spotted this, thus checkout  how many young girls are featuring in the Christmas TV adverts and how many of ‘em bear an uncanny resemblance to little Greta, blessed be her name.

And thus I leave you with a very nice read...

Quote;  Dave Barry.

“If you asked me to name the three scariest threats facing the human race, I would give the same answer that most people would; nuclear war, global warming and Windows.”

And Then A Pair Of Observations...

The first observation was observed a few weeks ago during one of they TV weather reports when the presenter was drawing the report to a close regarding what was going on the other side of my window and was presenting his forecast for the week to come. So far, so predictable but the bit I picked up on was the guy stating that it was impossible to predict the weather for the end of the next week owing to conflicting weather fronts and their possible direction of travel. These are the same folk that’ll tell us that, without doubt, unless we take urgent ‘action’ that the temperature, on this day twenty years hence, will be one and a half degrees higher.

And the second? I’ve seen several interviews on TV featuring that nice Shallow Chancer, Johnny McRobber. The phrase of his that sticks, when asked how they plan to pay for all the free stuff in the world is that ‘higher earners’ will be asked to pay a ‘little bit’ more tax. The use of the word ‘asked’ would suggest those affected can, when asked, decline the request.

Secondly, why doesn’t any hot-shot interviewer ask what constitutes ‘A little bit more’? The man was on TV this AM waving his grey book of costings about so wouldn’t you think, by the seven powers of poverty and for all us folk out here who will never read any manifest details, the interviewer would ask Johnny to turn to the relevant page of his costings book and read out the ‘little bit more’ in the form of a percentage rise? Absolutely not; so just a little bit more it is then.

Enjoy the jig; the lyrics  - that’s the words – are for us:
We are all born free but forever live in chains,
and we battle through existence on and on!
We'll take whatever comes to be,
while keeping hopeful melody
and we'll cruise through the darkness
until the warmth of dawn...
....We carry on the burden and we hide our grimace well
for the day will come for us to mutiny...

          

Quote;  Nancy Isenberg.

“When you turn an election into a three-ring circus, there’s always a chance that the dancing bear will win.”

And Then, Riveting TV...

Did I watch the ‘big’ debate between Honey Bo-Jo and Coco the Clown last night? Well, so I must admit I made a TV remote control miss press and ended up being, like, totally riveted for the length of time it took me to locate the ‘Shut Up’ button on said remote.

A quick perusal of the main news channels today  would suggest it possibly wasn’t the riveting TV the ‘experts’ were hoping for. So many questions; so many unrelated answers.

In other late news, several days ago I noted with little to no interest that Greta Thumbelina, blessed be her name, was galivanting round California on her grand US adventure. Am I right in assuming she’s left school then? I have to admit that I, me and myself was also out of school and galivanting round the globe at sixteen. Sadly{?} I was doing it while having my fingers worked to the bone on mans boat for the princely wage of fourteen pounds fifteen shillings and six pence a month but I’ll bet I saw and learned more of life than little Greta has or ever will.

And talking of global warming, right now, after the attack on my heart, it can’t come quick enough for these old, cold bones. Man, I’m feeling the cold and our heating bill is going to be through the roof this winter. Can you get a prescription for free heat for the elderly on the NHS? Now there’s a good question for Honey Bo-Jo and Coco the Clown right there.

Quote;  E. A. Bucchianeri.

“...they say if you don't vote, you get the government you deserve, and if you do, you never get the results you expected.”