Month: January 2011

Hey there, Warmist, have you any tax?
Yes Sir, sure have, stacks and stacks.
A tax on the battler,
A tax on the poor,
And tax to make the rich still richer, courtesy of Gore.

I listened this morning to a discussion on the radio about the plan to give doctors power over budgets in the NHS. During the discussion, someone in favour of the idea mentioned that this would be an end to top-down management. I future, decisions would be made ‘bottom up’. I disagree. GPs are ont at the bottom of the pile. That space is occupied by the patient. Indeed, in the British system, the GP already has the power of gatekeeper to NHS services. In my view, that is too much power. It is already very difficult for patients to be referred to specialists. That situation will worsen as GPs weigh the cost of a referal to their budget.

Interviewed a little later, David Cameron admitted that the UK health service performs worse than many other European countries, despite having about the same spend. Yet, in the same interview he expressed his devotion to the NHS, apparently unaware that this financial behemoth is the cause of Britain’s weakness on health.

It’s that magical time of year again when the Darwin Awards are bestowed, honoring the least evolved among us. Continue reading “It’s time for the Darwin awards again…”

Though I listen to The Today Programme most mornings, I mentally swtch off, and sometimes physically, when Thought for the Day comes along, a misnomer in my view. However, this morning I half listened as some Christian did his bit for God, the church really, by asking us to imagine whether a visitor from outer space would consider earthly religion an advantage to society or a handicap. One phrase he used struck me as hypocritical. He said that the spaceman would find “Christians and Muslims at each others’ throats.”

Really? Have I missed some news item, some incident in which radical Christians have destroyed a mosque, or massacred the people praying there? I doubt it, though am preparted to hear otherwise. I suspect that the phrase is the kind of dissimulation that the politically correct liberal uses to give an impression of balance.

“He would make a lovely corpse.”
– Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

Goodnight everyone, sleep well.

A Preacher finished the service one morning by saying, ‘Next
Sunday, I am going to preach on the subject of liars.

As a preparation for my sermon, I would like you all to read
Mark Chapter 17.’

On the following Sunday, the Preacher rose to begin.
Looking out at the congregation he said, ‘Last week I asked
you all to read Mark Chapter 17.

If you have read the chapter, please raise your hand.’

Nearly every hand in the congregation went up. Smiling,
the preacher said, ‘You are the very people I want to talk
to today…….
…. Mark has only 16 chapters.”

A friend, who worked away from home all week, always made a morning available when he would take his 7-year old granddaughter for a drive in the car for some bonding time — just him and his granddaughter.

One particular Sunday however, he had a bad cold and just wanted to stay in bed. Luckily, his wife came to the rescue and said that she would take their granddaughter out in the car.

When they returned, the little girl anxiously ran upstairs to see how her Grandad was.

‘Well, did you enjoy your ride with Nanny?’

‘It was great, Grandad’ the girl replied, ‘and do you know what? We didn’t see a single tosser, blind bastard, dick-head or wanker anywhere today!’

Almost brings a tear to your eye, doesn’t it?