Archive for January, 2010

Who reads this blog?

First of all, an apology, I normally do this on the 1st of the year but because of major computer problems – I have lost seven years of accumulated data – it has well and truly slipped my mind
According to “Google Analytics”, people from the following countries read my blog.
United Kingdom, United States, Australia, South Africa, Canada, Ireland, Russia, India, Germany, Spain, France, Netherlands, Belgium, Philippines, Taiwan, Norway, Mexico, China, Switzerland, Denmark, New Zealand, Portugal, Malaysia, Italy, Hungary, Turkey, Pakistan, Brazil, Singapore, Sweden, Finland, Poland, Japan, Egypt, Israel, Greece, Romania, Argentina, Czech Republic, (not set), Slovenia, Estonia, Indonesia, Austria, Saudi Arabia, Sri Lanka, Jamaica, Latvia, Serbia, South Korea, Peru, Thailand, Jordan, Costa Rica, Kenya, Hong Kong, Vietnam, Ghana, United Arab Emirates, Qatar, Bulgaria, Kuwait, Chile, Senegal, Mongolia, Côte d’Ivoire, Cyprus, Guatemala, Gibraltar, Slovakia, Bolivia, Croatia, Uganda, Colombia, Cambodia, Montenegro, Burundi, Dominican Republic, Morocco, Lithuania, Algeria, Bahamas, Martinique, Saint Lucia, Ukraine, Venezuela, Uzbekistan, Cayman Islands, Lebanon, Armenia, Guadeloupe, Palestinian Territories, Moldova, Georgia, Albania and the Northern Mariana Islands.
A very big thank you to one and all.

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In 1973, a group of traitors to the English people sat in a smoked filled cabinet room in 10 Downing Street and agreed to take Britain into the “Common Market”. They despatched Edward Heath off to the EU to persuade the EU mandarins to let Britain join. MacMillan told Heath not to come back until we were in, and he could give anything away as we had to join at any cost. In the end, the deal was to give away our agriculture and our fish. Many years later, on a TV program, an interviewer asked Heath if they knew it was going to turn into a political union. I was amazed at both his reply, and his language in making the reply. His exact words were “Of course we bloody did!”
You may think this is a funny hook into an article about why the “left” hate Margaret Thatcher so much, but it is there to show that I hated Thatcher as much as the rest of them for being responsible for giving our children’s heritage away to foreigners so that they may rule our country. You all know, dear readers, how much I detest the EU politicians!
So, now we are here; why do the “left” hate this woman so much? It cannot be because she took us into Europe, most of the left, apart from Militant who seem now to be dead and buried, love us being ruled from Brussels. So what is the reason?
I think it is because she was successful in turning Britain around from being the sick man of Europe, to being a country ordinary Englishmen could be proud of. She gave us back our dignity and pride. And put right of centre politics back on the map. She also made life a little bit more difficult for malingerers who suddenly found they had to pay their way in society.
Even the poll tax was fair if compared with the “Council Tax”. At present, people who had wealth, and who have tried to better themselves pay a high local tax so that squanderers and layabouts don’t have to. The only difference between Poll Tax and Council Tax is that, instead of people who have bettered themselves, paying for the local council, everyone would pay, but much less, each, for the same objective.
And Thatcher’s war was to reclaim our dependency back from an invading army. How much more noble in the eyes of the English citizen would you say that was, in relation to Blair’s dishonest Iraqi war? I am sure he never forgave her for that!
Thatcher’s problem in the end, boils down to everyone’s problem who is successful in this country. They are, at first built up, then they are put on a pedestal, then they are knocked off it. It happens all the time. It is both an English tradition and an English malady.
But to return to my main theme, there are groups of people within the left – let’s call them Marxists for the want of a better name, who are never satisfied until they are pulling the English Anglo-Saxon down and stamping all over them. They hate us with a fierceness that is so hard to understand. For a time, Thatcher reversed this, and put their movement and ideals back many years. It is no wonder they hate her with so much vitriol.
Margaret Thatcher was not only the last decent Conservative we had, but the last decent and strong politician we had.
David Cameron is not a Thatcher, he is weak and twists and turns saying anything which he hopes will appeal to the voter. What’s the point in voting for him? He will not help England.
No, the wisest amongst us will see there will not be any chance of putting matters right after the next election and the country will be much better off if we voted for the minority parties and hope for a hung government where the leaders will have to do deals to get any minority or independent MPs to side with them.
But the great unwashed will vote Labour, and the middle classes will vote for “Call me Dave” Cameron. And Britain will, once again, get the government they deserve.
I sometimes think Robert Magabe could do better!

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The Daffodil Principle

This is a longish story but there is a very real moral at the end of it. I commend it to the blog!
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over.” I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. “I will come next Tuesday, ” I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, “Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!” My daughter smiled calmly and said, ” We drive in this all the time, Mother.” “Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears, and then I’m heading for home!” I assured her.
“I was hoping you’d take me over to the garage to pick up my car. “How far will we have to drive?” “Just a few blocks,” Carolyn said. “I’ll drive. I’m used to this.” After several minutes, I had to ask, “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to the garage!” “We’re going to my garage the long way,” Carolyn smiled, “by way of the daffodils.”
“Carolyn,” I said sternly, “please turn around.” “It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.” After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that read, “Daffodil Garden”. We got out of the car and each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path.
Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns – great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
“But who has done this?” I asked Carolyn. “It’s just one woman,” Carolyn answered. “She lives on the property. That’s her home.” Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.
On the patio, we saw a poster. “Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking” was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. “50,000 bulbs,” it read. The second answer was, “one at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain.” The third answer was, “Began in 1958.”
There it was……. The Daffodil Principle.
For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than thirty-five years before, had begun – one bulb at a time – to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top.
Just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.
The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time – often just one baby-step at a time – and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things.
We can change the world.
“It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to Carolyn. “What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five years ago and had worked away at it ‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!”
My daughter summed up the message of the day in her direct way. “Start tomorrow,” she said.

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The power of money

Various parties try to forecast what the voters will be more concerned about before any election. Is it health, policing, education, Europe or what?

I have a little story to tell. It is meant to be a joke, but it will illustrate the point I want to make about what the real issue is when a voter turns out to make his cross.


In a small town, a person decided to open up a brothel, which was right opposite to a church. The church & its congregation started a campaign to block the brothel from opening with petitions, and prayed daily against his business.

Work progressed. However, when it was almost complete and was about to open a few days later, strong lightning struck the brothel and it was burnt to the ground.

The church folks were rather smug in their outlook after that, till the brothel owner sued the church authorities on the grounds that the church, through its congregation & prayers, was ultimately responsible for the destruction of his brothel, either through direct or indirect actions or means.

In its reply to the court, the church vehemently denied all responsibility or any connection that their prayers were reasons for the act of God. As the case made its way into court, the judge looked over the paperwork at the hearing and commented:

‘I don’t know how I’m going to decide this case, but it appears from the paperwork we have a brothel owner who firmly believes in the power of prayer and an entire church that doesn’t.’

I have to say that, in the end, it always depends on how much money we will have left in our pay packets.The Liberal Democrats still haven’t understood that. Remember that disastrous time when they offered to put a penny on income tax to boost education? They really did badly that time.

And Labour? They have expanded the number of people who get state benefits like billy-o! All these people will be too fearful of losing their benefits if they vote Conservative.

And the Conservatives? Once they were the natural party for Queen and Country. Now they are fearful of telling the truth about the EU. Imagine their votes if they decided on leaving the EU and toold the people what they would do with the money saved

The Taxpayers Alliance state:

EU membership costs every citizen €2,400 (£2,122) per year, compared with the €235 (£207) quoted by the commission.

The UK-based lobby group says that, annually, the total cost of membership to the 27 states is €1219bn (£1078bn) – close to ten times the official figures.

The Taxpayers’ Alliance bases its figures on what it considers the “real, underestimated and hidden” cost of EU membership.

You can read more about this on this page of their website.

This is 1.078 trillion pounds. How quickly could we get back on our feet if we hadn’t to carry these expenses each year? This works out at £89bn every month, or £20.7bn a week or £3bn a day. Or to put it in perspective, £683,663 for the time it took me to type this sentence.

The question isn’t “Do we want to leave the EU or not?” The real question should be “Could we be better off if we spent this £1.2 trillion on our own citizens?” Ask this question and most people would vote for coming out.

And UKIP aren’t much better. They go on about us coming out of the EU. As I have said above, it is the wrong question – people couldn’t care either way, but if you start talking about how you are going to spend that money, on UK citizens, no other party could match your largesse.


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Who said this?

… and when?

…It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonoured by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice; ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government; ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.

“Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess? Ye have no more religion than my horse; gold is your God; which of you have not barter’d your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth?

“Ye sordid prostitutes, have you not defil’d this sacred place, and turn’d the Lord’s temple into a den of thieves by your immoral principles and wicked practices? Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation; you were deputed here by the people to get grievances redress’d; your country therefore calls upon me to cleanse the Augean Stable, by putting a final period to your iniquitous proceedings, and which by God’s help and the strength He has given me, I now come to do.

“I command ye, therefore, upon the peril of your lives, to depart immediately out of this place! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors. You have sat here too long for the good you do. In the name of God, go!

So, my good friends, what’s changed?


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Let’s all cheer up…

… or not as the case may be!

STAY ALERT! These people walk among us, and the scary part is that they have the right to vote and to reproduce!

My daughter and I went through the McDonald’s take-out window and I gave the girl a £5 note. Our total was £4.20, so I also handed her a Twenty pence piece. She said, ‘you gave me too much money.’ I said,’Yes I know, but that way you can just give me a pound back.’ She was puzzled and went to get the manager who asked me to repeat my request. I did so, and he handed me back the 20 pence and said ‘We’re sorry but they could not do that kind of thing.’ The girl then proceeded to give me back 80 pence in change!

Do not confuse the staff at MacD’s.

We had to have the garage door repaired. The GARADOR repairman told us that one of our problems was that we did not have a ‘large’ enough motor on the opener.I thought for a minute, and said that we had the largest one GARADOR made at that time, a 1/2 horsepower. He shook his head and said, ‘Madam, you need a 1/4 horsepower.’ I responded that 1/2 was larger than 1/4 and he said,’NOOO, it’s not. Four is larger than two…’ We haven’t used Garador repair since.

Happened in Moor Park, Nr Watford UK

I live in a semi rural area. We recently had a new neighbour call the local town council office to request the removal of the “DEER CROSSING” sign on our road. She said the reason was : ‘Too many deer are being hit by cars out here! I don’t think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore.’

Story from Potters Bar, Herts. , UK

I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an Irish airport employee asked, ‘Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge? To which I replied, ‘If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?” He smiled knowingly and nodded, ‘That’s why we ask.’

Happened at Luton Airport … UK

The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it’s safe to cross the street. I was crossing with an intellectually challenged co-worker of mine. She asked if I knew what the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red. Appalled, she responded, ‘What on earth are blind people doing driving?!’

She is a Local Council employee in Harrow, Middlesex (UK)

When my husband and I arrived at Our Local Ford dealer to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the drivers side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. ‘Hey,’ I announced to the Fitter/Mechanic, ‘its open!’ His reply, ‘I know. I have already done that side.’

This was at Ford dealership in St Albans,Hertfordshire UK.

I left a note at a copy shop asking for a drawing to be enlarged to 160% of its size. When I returned the young lady said she had not been able to do it. When I asked why not, she replied “What’s percent?” (The copier controls were marked 1.5 times, 1.6 times, 1.7 times etc)

It really DID happen, in Alton Hants.


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Let Me See If I Understand This Correctly. . .

  • If you cross the North Korean border illegally, you get 12 years hard labour.
  • If you cross the Iranian border illegally, you are detained indefinitely.
  • If you cross the Afghan border illegally, you get shot.
  • If you cross the Saudi Arabian border illegally, you will be jailed.
  • If you cross the Chinese border illegally, you may never be heard from again.
  • If you cross the Venezuelan border illegally, you will be branded a spy and your fate will be sealed.
  • If you cross the Cuban border illegally, you will be thrown into political prison to rot.

However, if you cross the British border illegally, you get

  • a job
  • a driver’s licence
  • a social security card
  • welfare benefits
  • subsidized rent
  • help to buy a new house
  • free education
  • free health care
  • a lobbyist in LONDON
  • a legal right to criticise and berate our Christianity
  • a legal right to criticise and berate our Western ideals and principals
  • and, in many instances, you can VOTE

Could someone please tell me why?


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