Saturday, June 28, 2008

Racism

I was having a discussion recently about racism. My take on it is this: I don't care what colour you are. I don't care what religion you practise. I don't care if you are black, white, green, orange, yellow, purple, or just spend too much time on a sun bed. I just don't care. It is an irrelevance. The only thing I care about is are you human, and do you act like a human.

I've been told this is racist. WTF?

Admittedly, I have been told this by a self-confessed member of the "liberal elite" (I hate that phrase; they are neither liberal nor elite, and think if they claim to be both enough, people will start to believe them), so I don't actually set much store by it.

I feel that it may be politically incorrect not to regard one's skin colour as important, and if you are not politically correct, you must be racist.

I still don't understand.

Perhaps picking various self-confessed members of the liberal elite and beating them to death with a grande extra tall non-dairy non-fat mochachino would help my understanding.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Knife Crime

Knife Crime is a big thing nowadays. Anyone would think that every kid is carrying. They're not.

It wasn't like that in my day, I can tell you. Way back then (all of 15 years) every kid I knew WAS carrying, including myself. Now, you're instantly supposing I grew up on an inner city sink estate. Not true. I grew up in a small town in a rural-ish county, where there was no significant violent crime, nor any specific fear of violent crime.

Then the government of the day passed the Knives Act 1997 which gives the police, on the authority of a senior officer, the right to stop and search anyone at all, for any, or indeed no, reason.

And thus criminalisation and punishment falls not upon the violent scum who will stab you rather than speak to you (and find it a great deal easier), but upon the otherwise innocent cub scout, gardener, apple eater, whittler, or any number of other hobbyists for whom it is perfectly legal to have their knife in their pocket, for example on the allotment, but not legal to have it in their pocket on the way home through a rough area.

The police and Criminal Protection Service reasoning? "You should have left it at the allotment." Well, yes, of course, if I was on a police salary I could afford to have expensive Swiss Army Knives kept at my place of work, my home, my garage and my allotment, but as I am one of the majority of the population, I don't earn that astronomical salary, so I have to make do with only one, and therefore need to transport it from place to place. Most convenient place to have it? In my pocket.

So number of people stabbed or otherwise attacked by me using a knife in over 15 years of carrying one? Zero
Number of people attacked by me in 15 years without using a knife? Zero
Chance of me, if attacked by someone with a knife, actually being able to get my knife out of my pocket, choose which blade I want, unfold it and use it to defend myself? Zero

Perhaps if the police actually arrested those who do use knives as weapons, and the CPS, instead of protecting the criminals Yuman Rites Innit because of their poor ickle deprived background and actually pushed for hugely significant custodial sentences, there wouldn't be this culture of fear and stabbings.

IQ of those in power over us? Zero

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Cycling and Ruth Kelly

Watching Ruth Kelly on BBC Breakfast this morning talking about cycling, and the money being given to Bristol as a cycling demonstration city, she was asked that as cycling can be very dangerous, what would the government do to make cycling safer.

As is usual with these slimy, and increasingly irrelevant, politicians, she was unable to give anything even resembling an answer. She merely warbled away with platitudes about peoples perception was that cycling was dangerous, and that people's perceptions would be changed by the investment. Very Newspeak. Nothing was actually said about making cycling safer. There were mentions of Bristol having some "excellent ideas" but nothing concrete (except maybe the concrete bollards they will put in to ensure that any cyclist that crash into them do so fatally).

She even mentioned that yesterday she got onto a bike, and its true that you never forget how to ride. All that shows is that she doesn't actually have any clue whatsoever about what it means to cycle anywhere.

As usual, Ruth Kelly is from the Gormless Frown school of waffle, warble and say nothing of substance. She is wasting MY money and MY time talking about things of which she knows NOTHING.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Binge Drinking

Yet again, we see more proposals to punish the innocent, and let the guilty continue as they like.

Now it is proposed that there should be a minimum price of 35p per unit of alcohol. This would push the minimum price of a bottle of wine up by 46%. Fine you think. 35p isn't much, and it will stop those yobs getting drunk on park benches.

Wrong.

The yobs on park benches will always have enough money to buy their drink. It wouldn't make any difference if the unit price was pushed up to 35 pounds, making your bottle of wine cost a minimum of £350 for cheap and nasty plonk. The yobs on the benches would still have their booze, either by stealing it directly from the shop, or taking your cash from your gently cooling corpse.

How about a radical idea: actually arrest and imprison those causing trouble through Drunk and Disorderly. Easy to do, no new laws required, all we need are the police currently doing paperwork to get out on the streets in the evenings when the trouble tends to occur.

Binge drinking problem solved!

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

What I was going to write about

You know, when I first thought I might write a blog, there were a few ideas about what to put into it. Obviously, the big thing in my life was the iminent arrival of my firstborn, so I decided to put some of that into it.

Also there was my natural vitriolic hatred towards all forms of politican, so I felt that some comment on politics would be required.

Then there would be everyday musings, like why do birds sing, what is at the edge of space, and what should I have for lunch.

And then, the sprog popped out.

Everyone says this is a life changing event. Well it is, but not in the way most people seem to claim. I have a little less time than I did before, but not enough to justify not keeping up with blogging. I have had to spend a lot of my free time building an extra bedroom, decorating it, and putting up with the nagging from Mrs Islander about why its not finished yet, but I can't do that after little one has gone to bed, so there's the whole evening free. Washing up baby bottles doesn't take that long you know (even to someone like me, to whom washing-up is a dirty phrase), and even when she was very young, it didn't take much to learn to live on two hours sleep at a stretch. I think the biggest change in my life was in my head. Now, the only thing that matters is providing for my little girl, be it money, clothes, food or my attention. The centre of my life has changed from being all over the place, to being focused on her.

And that is my excuse for leaving over a year between posts.



Well, that and I'm a bone-idle lazy git who can't be bothered

New Euorpean Flag

Following the failed vote of the Irish canton of the North West Region, the EU commission has decided to ignore such an obviously flawed result, and has implemented the Lisbon Constitution Treaty in full by fiat, and has designed the new flag, to fly for a thousand years.

Friday, June 13, 2008