In 1982 the Argentinians stupidly invaded the Falkland Islands in an attempt to turn their peoples attention away from their economic problems and ended up in a war. Lord Carrington, then Foreign Minister, immediately resigned on the grounds that his attention had been elsewhere and he had failed. Margaret Thatcher attempted to persuade him to stay on, as he could have done, but he felt he ought to go and he did. This was the last time a Conservative Minister resigned with dignity, since then all others have had to be pushed and some of them were far from dignified in their going. Of course some of the opposition members have also fallen foul but mostly it now appears the Conservative policy to never resign whatever the fault, lying, deceiving, cheating in government or at home all should be shrugged off and keep the party together no matter what.
The keeping the party together is of course the real problem. In the 19th century Sir Robert Peel took a brave stand for the sake of the nations economy and ended the Corn Law that protected some and increased bread prices for the majority, this broke his party in two and they were out of office for thirty years after that. In 1867 Disraeli brought in a Reform Act that gave a million men the right to vote, not that he wanted to but he worked with Conservative MPs that did not wish an election in case they lost their seat and radicals who he despised just for spite against William Gladstone and pushed through a radical reform act he did not really want. Theresa and her colleagues are involved in similar games now, either break the nation or break the party, she has chosen the party as have they and soon they will all lead us to destruction, and then they too will be destroyed. Amber (Who calls their daughter 'Amber?') has lost out to save Theresa, but she will be back.
What a mess.
The latests April shower has blown a gale since last night and limited my opportunities for travel.
So I did the laundry instead...
Sitting here watching the rain lash against the window I am cogitating on those who cannot get out at any time. Folks in hospital for months, those trapped in old folks homes, the sick and the old. What must it be like to be trapped all day indoors let out only when a friend or family member arrives to aid you, and what if there are no such people? How lucky I am that I can get out and about, how grateful I am not in a wheelchair or sick and in pain. How grateful for the good life God has given such a man as I.
I have spent some time attempting to sort my files. This means switching from one to another via the laptop, dumping some (usually deliberately) and trying to work out what others actually are. Scandisk could make it better by the brutes not switching themselves off constantly. This of course could be the fault of this laptop, the cursor slides too easily, even after amending the thing, and slips past where it ought to go and sits where it ought not. I wish I had just stuck to the laundry...
