(Godwin's Law? What's Godwin's Law?)
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
(Godwin's Law? What's Godwin's Law?)
Now, don't get me wrong. I've got a soft spot for Prince Charles, who has led a miserable life in a goldfish bowl, and he's probably been heavily mis-quoted by republican socialist types in the Press. However, philandering moralists really ought to be more careful in what they say, especially if they regularly help themselves to my wallet to finance their daily clean-sheet habit.
Don't tell me, Charles, whether I can have a Big Mac or not, while you continue to pilfer my wallet. Unless you're prepared for me telling you what you can, or cannot do, in your life. Your motto, as the Leader of All Faiths, ought to be "Live and Let Live". If you can bring yourself to say that, then I'm still your man. If you want to continue with these Daily Mail style polemics, expect your forthcoming reign to be treated with the derision which it will deserve.
This week, official figures say these miserable rotten games, held in the arse-end of town, in Stratford, are going to cost £10 billion! Come on, guys. At this rate, it's going to hit Maturin's reasonable target of £15 billion before the end of March. It may even reach Maturin's unreasonable target of £30 billion by Christmas. I only hope I'm wrong on both counts. But I still fear £15 billion is the absolute least this disaster is going to cost the wealth producers of this country. I mean, 5 years to go, and the cost is going up by a £1 billion a week!
Oh, well. It's only other people's money. Let's just hope it doesn't rain.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Will a proper privatisation happen? Will we go back to what we had before the interference of the 1945 proto-communist Labour government?
Alas, there's fat chance of this until the entire thing really does come to a permanent grinding halt, worse even than the mess in the NHS. And where the failure of the government-controlled Railtrack was a reason to bring in the government's fully-owned Network Rail, the failure of Network Rail will lead to nothing but yet more subsidy for those legions of tax-consuming friends of the government based in the Euston area, especially if they can bung the Labour Party a few quid, from their ill-gotten government gains.
Crooked? Useless? Stupid? Obvious? Just tick yes to all of the above.
Let's play a game. I'm going to blindfold you and then hand you a service. You have to tell me whether this service is either run (or at least heavily controlled) by the government. Are you ready? Here's service number one:
Haven't got it yet? Here's some clues. This service is:
Now, is this a government service, or a government-free one (or at least a semi-free one)? Once again, you decide.
I know. It's really difficult, isn't it.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
One pair are the two most prominent members of a gang which rapes Britain every year of over 2% of its wealth. The other pair are the two most prominent members of a gang which rapes Britain every year of over 50% of its wealth. Which pair is worse? You decide.
What Mr Blair fails to realise, of course, is that when he says "this is not another stealth tax and is definitely not a further extension of Big Brother", if you're wearing well-padded Maturin Ears (patent not applied for), you hear exactly the opposite: "This is a stealth tax and this is definitely a further extension of Big Brother."
No doubt my reply below will be one of the millions trashed without any monkey in Whitehall reading it, despite my paying their ill-gotten wages, but it did make me feel slightly better to write and send it:
Dear Tony,Well, it keeps me off the streets.
Why don't you just stick it where the sun doesn't shine and then clear off to America to make some loot. Please buy a one-way ticket. And don't come back.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
All these thoughts and more swilled around my mind before the coin came to a dizzying halt. Sod it, I thought, and walked on. I couldn't be arsed to pick the damned thing up.
So, what would you bend over for? I think I'd probably still go down for a pound, and maybe even a fifty pence piece. But it's been a while since I've bothered to stoop for ten pence pieces, and five pence pieces are like so much fancy glitter hardly worth even following with your eyes if they should spill from your wallet.
But this is the first time I've walked on without a second glance from a dormant twenty pence piece.
Government inflation really does have the strangest effects.
BTW, any link between this story and my experiences as a young man walking down Canal Street in Manchester, being asked if I wanted to spend twenty pence, are entirely coincidental - I still to this day have no idea what these men were talking about.
Yes, ye mocked, when AngloAustria predicted this forthcoming World War last April, but mock ye not any longer. The war is coming. What are you going to do to stop it?
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
"This Valentine's Day Mularkey. It's terrible. There's a restaurant round my way charging double for a table on Valentine's Day."At this point I gave up. And the bugger had managed to drive such a tortured route through the road humps of St. John's Wood that he'd managed to finesse the fare up to £10 quid (it's normally about £6 quid).
"So they've let you know in plenty of time, then, rather than hitting you with the bill on the night?"
"Yeah Guv. What difference does that make?"
"Well, at least it gives you the opportunity to stay at home, cook your wife a lovely meal, and then take her out for half the price on February the 15th, and spend the difference on a nice gold necklace."
"But Guv, it's a bleedin' rip-off."
"No, it's just the market adjusting to higher demand. Maybe they charge you half price throughout the year, and the right price on special occasions?"
"You one of them Tories then?"
"Ok (reeling from the blow), what about Taxis charging more on Bank Holidays and after Midnight then?"
"Ah well Guv, that's just regulations that is."
Blimey, I thought, as I jumped out in relief, £4 pounds lighter than I normally am, without leaving my usual tip; I really do hate being ripped off.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
So what would you have thought their first foray into this area would have been? An EU-wide murder law, perhaps, or an EU-wide kidnap law? These, I suppose, would have made some kind of sense, as both are universal crimes following on from the principles of natural law.
But the usage of the words sense and EU in the same paragraph really is asking too much; the first EU-wide law will instead cover fly-tipping. Yes, as part of the noble aspirational dream of the re-creation of Augustus Caesar's bloody European empire, we will shortly be subjected to draconian laws on fly-tipping. Thank goodness for the EU, then. For without them where would we be, but covered in bags of garbage tipped onto to us by our neighbours.
Yes, without the planned ten-year jail sentence for dumping bags of refuse on the property of a neighbour, I would feel compelled to do just this. So it is a relief that this new law will now stop me.
Does anyone in the British government have the temerity to point out that for murder you get about three years in jail, while this hideous practice of fly-tipping will get you ten, which seems a little arbitrary?
No, of course not, because this new law is riding on the back of the new socialist God, which neatly replaced their previous failed God of communism, and this is, of course, the God of environmentalism. Any state action now done in the name of this divine principle automatically gains knee-jerk approval, no matter how hare-brained or out of proportion to the evil anti-environmental acts it is supposedly protecting us from.
We are living in a world of irrational fools, folks. Unfortunately, most of them are the ones pointing the guns of government at us.
Be there. Or be a Minarchist. Or even worse. A member of the Menshevik wing.
Friday, February 09, 2007
We've already had a great coverage of 24 on mises.org and I've talked about Battlestar Galactica below, but what about 'Lost'?
It's starting again on Sunday and I, for one, can't wait. Yes, I wish they'd get on with it and just get on the hell with explaining who the others are, but what I really love about 'Lost' is the Robinson Crusoe economics. We have one totally voluntary society on one side of the island (the good guys), and one coercively organized bad guy society on the other side of the island (the others).
And here's the strange thing. The good guys would like to get back to a society, on the mainland, run on the same lines as the society ran by the bad guys. (Or would they?) But then again, some of them wouldn't like to. Which is kinda interesting. Strangely, most of the good guys have also got problems with the state governments in their home lands, which may be keeping them on the island. Or maybe not?
I find it intriguing. (As well as wondering if Jack will get off with the blonde chick, especially after Sawyer's rampant escapades with Kate.)
I also feel sure that this curious 'Crusoe Economics' link isn't entirely coincidental. If any scriptwriters of 'Lost' would like to write in and admit their ownership of 'Man, Economy, and Sate', I promise not to hold it against you.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Add to this the daily violent murder in London every day in a newspaper near you, the general British street knife culture, and the passing of laws threatening imprisonment for drivers with the temerity to tune their car radios on the move, whilst violent robber hoodlums wander into welfare offices to sign for their weekly dole before scoring some smack with it in the pub. If you can find an area of British life that is more badly managed than internal security, you'll probably be looking at John Prescott's copious love handles.
So I can only ask this; if the paramount need for security is what lies at the heart of the state's claims to rule over us, and if the state is absolutely useless at providing security, then what exactly is the point of it? And where do all these idiot religious worshippers of the state then get off on moving out from their appallingly managed security base to inflict similar misery and chaos upon us in all their other business land-grabs, such as education, health, and transport?
Christ on a stick. Let us hope that one day we will be free of these publicly-educated morons and envious Guardian-reading fools. Roll on the Molinarian revolution, the privatisation of security, and the end of the state.
Read my lips, Minarchists. As long as we persist in our feeble, pathetic, and vain hopes for a state that can actually work, the situation is only going to get worse.
So come over the black side and join us here in the thinly-populated land of anarcho-capitalism. You have nothing to lose except your current legal inability to defend yourselves.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Socialism (by Ludwig von Mises, the book which in 1922 predicted the inevitable collapse of communism)
Mein Kampf (by Mr A. Hitler, the book which will survive due to its suppression by democrats)
Lord of the Rings (hey, I know I should get out more, but it's a great book!)
Errrrr...... struggling ......
East of Eden (a far better book than the film ever was)
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (I've read this about 50 times now, and it gets better each time)
The White Goddess (Robert Graves's book on prehistory which describes how the modern day socialist thinks with his glands)
Errrr...... really struggling ......
Conceived in Liberty (a tale of hope, by Uncle Murray, which will inspire the creation of the 'Totally Voluntary Human Society')
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress (which will be hailed by the future Lunar colony for its unbelievable accuracy)
Slaughterhouse-Five (a warning from history, by Kurt Vonnegut)
Errrr...... desperately struggling ......
Harry Potter (can you beat those sales figures? - the free market never lies)
I don't think much else will make it from the twentieth century into the thirtieth century, but one or two of those in the list above may get there. I feel almost certain that "Socialism" will survive the chaotic information shredder of time, a book that, like Obi Wan Kenobi, will become more powerful with age.
So what would be your list? How have I betrayed my utter lack of education by missing out your obvious contenders? I had the horror of studying Chaucer, Browning, and Shakespeare, at school, which almost put me off for life. What books realistically do you think will still be in the canon of the well-educated human, in a thousand year's time, from the twentieth century?
My guess is, it will be a list a lot shorter than ten.
I really do believe that this is a more important work than Human Action, one that will live longer in human memory than any other of his mighty works, and will be far better known in a thousand years that it is now, perhaps one of the few books of the twentieth century that will live that long. Why?
Ah. Well. There's a question.
You'll have to wait for my talk on that, now, won't you! :-)
Plus, on top of that, this 'New Blogger' technology is a load of old pants and I'm quite certain wouldn't have happened without Google trying to massage a lot more new users into using Google accounts.
Oh well, 'tis the way of the free world, I 'spose. Curses. (It's the old socialist in me again, trying to grumble his way out again. Ever felt like Gollum?)
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
To have started a premiership with so much goodwill and to then end it with your hand so flagrantly in the till, and so obviously thinking of nothing but yourself and your own personal short-term interests in what you can sweat from the serfs, is of course fully in line with the predictions of Hoppe's 'Democracy: The God That Failed', the favourite book on our survey below. If you haven't read this mighty work, a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster of a tome, then now really is the time.
The central character it describes, the flashy demagogue thief, is an almost too-real sketch of Tony Blair. However, the silver lining of Blair's waste of ten years' worth of the fruits of British industry, all of it spent on the rents of his friends and cronies, is that never again in my lifetime will the British people believe in the sanctity and goodness of any politician, no matter what emotional tricks he plays to make us love him. I think all the scales have fallen from all of our eyes, and now we know that whatever any of them says about anything, we know that they are in it entirely for themselves and their own psychic profit, whether financial, sexual, or in the exercise of power for its own sake. Our current prime minister really was a last drink at the last chance saloon of deluding yourself into believing in the goodness of politicians. So well done, Tony.
Let's just hope that in your Clintonian decline your Queen of Narnia of a wife doesn't do a Hillary, and press herself into our bosoms as Tony Blair Mark II. Ye Gods! Yes, it would be good from a long-term point of view to further wreck the survival of democracy, but would any of us make it through the short-term? It is a horror that even fails to make it beyond the confines of my twisted imagination. Let us hope that it never comes to pass.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Any advance on £30 billion, anyone?