Boris Johnson Speaks to the People

 

Lying Conference

 

The Tory lying conference is well under way.  I am avoiding watching this as I can only take so many lies at a time.  There is little expectation that Boris and his cabal will offer anything but lies, half truths, and deception once again.  

 

Nothing has changed except the Tories are working harder at lying.  Indeed bare-faced lies are the thing today.  They all do it, no-one appears able to stop them, and they know now nobody can stop them.  The press is on their side, keeping the Tories in power is what matters as Labour might stand up to the press, any Tory will do, even these 'UKIP in suits Tories.'  

The problem is that many are happy to accept them lying and vote willingly for this.  Not just in the 'Blue areas' such as this one but in the 'Red Wall,' the areas who vote Tory for racist reasons and care not that they are suffering because of this.  

The desire to consider others has long since left this nation. Those that endured poor housing, poor schools, no NHS were keen after the Great War to see improvements.  Many were offered but none came under a Tory Chancellor.  

The depression that saw many suffer and use soup kitchens led to a determination to ensure a better society was created.  After the war the Labour government of 1945 set about doing just that.  Many Tories/Liberals agreed and a consensus to improve things for all remained in the UK until Thatcher the milk snatcher came along and worshipped money.  

Since then considering others has ended.  Those on benefits are all 'living of the state,' or 'my taxes,' and the sick have 'nothing wrong with them.'  That attitude fills the right-wing press, owned by Billionaires, and read by those desparate to believe the lie.  

 

Boris has made a career out of lying, it is in his blood, and now he happily divides the nation just to ensure he keeps his job.  'Divide and rule' has always been the way, the Tories today excel in this lie.  They encourage hate against asylum seekers, unemployed, sick, and the hungry.  They tax the poorest to prevent the rich suffering, they encourage race hate and walk away with none able to stand up to them.   Yet, if Boris goes for a 'snap election' he could be here for another ten years.

Saturday Laptop

My spare laptop, the only one with a CD/DVD bit on it is so sIow and driving me mad.  So, having more money than sense I bought a new, cheap, spare one with a DVD/CD bit.  

I have spent HOURS installing everything I can find, including the Microsoft downloads, and then searching vainly for passwords for things I have added.  

It was lunchtime when I started and it is now getting dark!

Going between two laptops and my phone while checking emails, passwords, or whatever, does not increase one's mental wellbeing.  

Also, Microsoft, in their wisdom, insist on sending a security number at one point in the proceedings, this however does not arrive as my phone number is a landline!  That is too outdated for them.  Too late and bothered to insert my mobile number now, another task for tomorrow.

All however appears well so far, and naturally the DVD/Rom/CD is the one thing I have not yet tried!

Too late now, BBC Alba football soon starting.

 

ps. It's raining, and I have just looked out my heavy pullover!  October is here.

 

 

James Bond & Brexit Petrol

 

There has been a great deal of fuss in recent days concerning the latest Bond film.  This has moved me none, films are things I rarely watch, 5 minutes and I am turning off and doing something useful like reading a book.  Most are just repeats in a different setting, many porn (how do I know?), many junk, and within a few minutes the unrealistic acting turns me off.  I have however, seen several 'Bond' films, especially the earlier ones with a proper James Bond, a tall, debonair, cultured Scotsman.  This I think was what was in Ian Flemings mind as he wrote the books in a Scottish outpost in the Caribbean.  

Today's 'woke' think Bond a rapist, a woman abuser, an altogether nasty man, and indeed in real life Sean could be a bit of a rogue.  It is clear such 'snowflakes' have not lived through a war situation, have never feared an attack on the nation, nor indeed seen real life!  

Some believe Bond to be an image of a real everyday British spy, however, I do not consider this to be the case.  Real spy work tends to be boring, secrative, and far from glamorous, though some do 'disapear.'  Spies are usually attached to embassy outbuildings.  The Soviet Delegation high up on Hampstead Hill was a nest of Russian spies, none found in the Embassy itself, apparently, and when we occasionaly sent spies back home they usually came from Highgate.  I suspect little has changed there under Putin, the 'Workers Friend.'

Now arguments are raging as to the next James Bond, always a demand he is a black, or that he is a she.  That might well be the case these days of course.  Bond has to be a man, and a Scots one at that, there can be no alternatives.  There are plenty of tales regarding women and blacks acting as spies, make up a new series if that is what you want to see I say.

Will I go and see the new film?  No...

 

I nipped downstairs to post a wrongly delivered letter this afternoon, once the torrential rain ceased.  As I looked down the road I could see the road blocked at Sainsburys garage.  They had a delivery this morning and being Friday the cars are already forming a long queue.  Friday of course is when people shop, the vast traffic from Sainsburys up the road meets the queues down the road.  I do hope they, and the people coming from the industrial estate do not run out of petrol in the traffic.  

Brexit, the success that never ceases to give!

 

Murder, Rain and Passports

Rain kept me in today while the need for Batteries for the radio in the bathroom and other things took unwillingly me out.  Naturally, as I left the building the weather changed and stopped raining.  It must be my personality.  All morning however, I was forced to exercise, read Twitter, laugh at Farage being hit by a van while looking (he said) for petrol and finding none in 7 garages.  I also took a delivery from Hermes which was not lost, then discovered the petrol situation was fine here, and now try to live on a diet of strawberries and yoghurt, tea and coffee.  I am still one pound above 15 stone!  

I also spent too much time looking into the rape and murder of the young lass by a London Police officer.  Usually these cases I just glance at but something in this one made me look deeper.  What was he thinking?  Such murders are nearly always solved, much easier and with more committment than the run of the mill burglary.  How did he think he could get away with this?  Another strange one is the Albanian who belted a woman on the head in a park for no known reason.  What was the point in that?  Some things are relatively easy to understand, anger, passion, resentment, theft, all can lead to violent outbursts but such callous murder does not make sense.  Human nature, which most of my readers share, is capable of the worst outrages, and the truth is we can all do such things if pushed.  We ought to be glad that we have been kept from actions this dangerous.  History reveals the human heart, it is not a nice thing to investigate.

 

I looked into obtaining the vaccine passport, not that I am going anywhere, and got confused by the words!  I think I was a bit tired at the time!  I have to get tested first, even though I have been jabbed twice?  Do home tests suffice?  I need to study the paperwork again as I may have to visit Edinburgh soon.  Much better to go before Christmas and avoid the crowds.  However, lots of talk of passports and all this tech stuff on phones (how does a 'code reader. work?) confuses me.  I was not born to think without a 13 year old I could enquire from near at hand.  (I bet Prince Andrew has no 13 year olds near him!)

 

The Labour of Hermes

 

 Sky News

 

Today Keir Starmer delivered his first speech to the Labour Party conference.  I didn't bother to notice it. I expected little and it appears that is what we have been offered.  He did not say anything revolutionary, offering some leadership, or suggestions to take the nation out of the mess into which it has sunk.  My reading of the far from enthusiastic responses to his speech indicates no changes from Labour regarding opposing the Tories.  The nation will continue under this inept government for some time, another, possibly 'snap' election is possible soon, and after that Boris victory the Tories will reign supreme for some time because Labour have failed to oppose him or offer solutions.

What a mess.

What should he have said?

Had Keir made clear Labour would return to the EU, nationalise the main society supports, the buses, railways, NHS, gas, electric and water, for a start, he would have found a strong support from millions fed up with private profit while their fares and costs soar under any excuse that fits.  This however, is not something he would ever contemplate.  I understand there were no references to Clement Attlee in his speech.

Clearly supported by Lord Mandleson of disrepute, he instead just wishes to continue as a 'Red Tory,' teaching the youth to learn 'how to live with it,' and 'make the best of it.'  Super!  Nothing planned to change the way things work or find a better way for the future?  Get used to Boris, he will be around for ever if Keir remains in charge of Labour.

 

Nothing to Say Again

Nothing to say again.

This does not imply I have done nothing.  Although, to be fair, I have done nothing.  Not quite true, I exercised, though no gym would actually charge me for what I was doing.  Then, to 'warm down,' as they say, not that I was even warm, I hoovered the floor.  I say 'hoovered,' but I actually mean 'vaccuumed,' but I canny spell that.  Then I had a poor, skimpy, lunch.

 

There will now be a pause as I contemplate staring out the window in a manner similar to what I was doing after lunch.

 

For some reason I appeared to be running ahead of myself.  By noon I was free from the 'to do' list and wondering what to ignore for the rest off the day.  To avoid mistakes I drank tea and watched the YouTube videos of Championship football from the weekend.  

Then I searched Twitter for excitement.

None came.

 

There will now be another pause.

 

I then became adventurous.

So I dressed in the high quality charity shop clobber and moved out and went through Sainsburys.  This to avoid an early start in the morning to avoid the market day crowds.

Sainsburys was busy, and it was striking that so many people there were not wearing a mask as I was.  I half expected some half-wit to reproach me for wearing a mask as happens to so many people these days.  The vast number of people educated by social media on the covid virus astounds me, especially as they oppose wearing masks, taking a life saving vaccine, and being sensible with people.  Indeed some oppose the vaccine violently, and go as far as abusing hospital staff.  I am yet unaware of this governments attempts to end this.  Possibly a quick law banning opposition and a government that leads from the front would be good.  However, the childish manner in which Tory MPs, on Boris's orders, refuse to wear masks, and the opposition making it clear they do wear them in the House, sends a very dangerous message.  Maybe one or two cabinet members could die and allow sense to return?

 

Paws.

 

One good thing about being outside was I could meet some of my women.  One was looking, not too eagerly, for her lost husband, she had not found him by the time we parted, and the other heading for a flu jab.  I have not yet been offered one, why not doctor?  How nice to meet good people, this is something I do not do much these days.  Usually this is satisfactory but occasionally it is welcome.  The trouble with wandering about in a small town is that you are always likely to meet someone, often the wrong someone!

I returned home to my instant dinner.  Too lazy to cook and glad something in the fridge needed no help.   

Then I glanced at the budget.  'British Gas' moved me onto what they call 'British Gas Evolve.'  This to my mind is another money grab by the company.  I note they have increased my direct debit by £7 and yet I am unable to turn this down.  When I clicked the 'contact' button nothing happened.  The price increase means I am using the boiler as little as possible, but of course winter is coming.  The crooks know this and are lining their pockets.  Where is the government?  Lining their own pockets!  I will be spending much time in the dark this year.

 

 

Queue For Fuel

Just after 10 this morning I passed this queue at the petrol station.  

As I returned near 12 noon this was the sight before me.  Whether the black car jumping the queue was allowed in I know not.  This has continued for some time, not helped by the Sainsburys petrol station offering a 'Sold Out' sign since morning.  Whether that is genuine I know not.  It has calmed down outside my window but unless this garage has a 'Sold Out' sign up, the long line of cars, most with engines rumbling, will continue. 

Another success for Brexit!

Of course this is not just Brexit, however that has caused a lack of drivers, trained petrol tanker drivers are in short supply, have some moved to large wages elsewhere I wonder?  The shortage cannot be made up, an HGV licence is required, but also a tanker driver licence, this takes more tests and costs more, so they will not be rushed to be introduced.  While EU may also have problems, they can work together to fix them, sovereignty means the UK requires forelock tugging and friends in appropriate places to get fuel.

In October things get worse!

 

Market Day Clouds

 

The morning being gray, cloud covering the land and dampness covering the pavements, it is no surprise to see Englishmen out early dressed in T-shirts and shorts.  One lass was making use of tinted sunglasses, not because of bad eyes I note.  What is the matter with these people?  This happens every year, the sun goes in, the temperature drops and the English dress as if on holiday in Majorca!  Had any of these individuals gone to the Arctic for a cruise I suspect they would dress in similar fashion simply because they see the sun shining.  All that fast melting white stuff would possibly not register with them.

The council have spent much time publicising the 'Saturday Market,' and the wide variety of stalls on show.  This happens several times a year in an effort, somewhat vainly, to re-establish the market in a market town.  The sheep and cattle no longer fill the Market space and instead we have on show today the usual fruit and veg, sweets as in picture, and dresses, among other regulars.  The new 'special' stalls sell overpriced cake, candles, smelly stuff and a wide variety of items aimed at women who have too much time and money to waste.  Even the Dinosaurs on show in the shopping centre did not endear me to them, too small for the phone camera to see.  The kids however, including one brain damaged man in a  wheelchair, enjoyed the Pterodactyl eating his hat.  

Interesting to note the many pizza, beer, and fast food stalls did not appear this time, have they gone bust I wonder?  Not that I care, I canny afford them!

Saturn Tonight, Far Off

While normal people were watching Arbroath playing Kilmarnock, and an excellent gave it was, some daft bloke took advantage of the half time break to attempt to catch Saturn, with all those rings, hurtling along at some many miles per hour.  I had to make use of my small hand held tripod to keep the planet from darting all over the place.  The Lumix made a grand effort but it is not possible to get closer, and the rings appear as just wee bright dots at the side.  The appearance of the stars round about made the picture better.  However, it took some manipulation on the laptop to make things clearer.  I was then able to go back and enjoy the game.