Where the foxes caper unmolested, the government packs your school lunch and “times are a-changing”
Two generations ago there was a vague consensus that if the majority voted for a political party then that party was probably the right one to govern the country. Now the idea of a nanny state voted in by its burgeoning recipients is rapidly losing credibility, especially when it turns out that more and more of nanny’s little helpers are revealed to be crooks and perverts.
h/t Adrian, who writes;
I had a return for a couple weeks, last week, in a year I’d forgotten how utterly miserable the place is, how far gone it is, I had to close an outstanding business account at the great HSBC, made the appointment with the business manager a woman probably a bit younger than me, her comments: “when she started every towns bank had its own business manager now there are two for the whole of East Yorkshire, she spends most of her time closing accounts from small businesses giving up and closing down, those left are so far in debt it’s only the government that is keeping them from going under.”
But it’s probably nothing.
I live in Montana but my daughter lives in London. Can’t see how she likes it there.
I worry she will run across a Muslim bent on destruction.
In the rural parts of East Yorkshire only 5% of the population is under twenty-five.
Doom ain’t coming it’s here.
Even in London she’s more likely to be attacked by a Bengal tiger than a Mooslimb terrorist.
One of the things about our society that’s starting to bite us is that all risks are blown far, far out of proportion.
Yeah well, I wuz of much the same mind…..till I had my very own armed home invasion…
Bail Out 1 and Bail Out All …… Or there is Gonna be problems
More likely she will be attacked by a bog-standard, vicious “mooslimb” criminal than either a Bengal tiger OR a terrorist.
I can see how she likes it there. I liked it there when I was young. The rot has gotten a lot worse, but your daughter wasn’t around then so she doesn’t know it’s not as good as it was, she just knows that it’s one of the great cities of all history and that makes her life seem so much more interesting than it would be elsewhere. I hope she grows out of it, as I did. And I hope for her sake and yours it doesn’t take her much longer.
As a WASP immigrant, married to a francophone Canadian I must relate a very sad story. My (future) wife and I were living together (in sin) in Brampton in an apartment. By chance, one day, we met people on our walk.
In chatting together, we discovered that my future wifes’ father (a bank manager) had given one of the folks the business leg up needed to break free of crony capitalist society… in that I mean that my francaphone father-in-law had provided the money… on a good word and character… such that an independant grocer in Northern Ontario didn’t have to bow to the product placement will of their supplier… their They could give the best deal to their customers and neighbours. Not what the whole-saler demanded.
That businessman recieved what he needed to succeed. He succeeded. He asked us to relay his indebted gratitude. To tell Nat’s Dad of what accomplishments he had set in motion. Not only his own success but the ‘leg up’ he had ultimately provided to his children.
Nat’s Dad had passed. We, (she), explained. It is a profound experience to watch a grown man cry. In front of you.
I didn’t have the priviledge to know my father in law. I am less because of it. He is my ideal… alongside my immigrant father… of what Canada is about.
My father in law knew who to believe in. Why? He was part and parcel of the community. A backward bywater in the global village. But, a success all the same.