Category: The Dark Side

Debtor’s Prism

The recent discussion of money and its inherent value (only of that for which it can be exchanged) sent me back to my sketchy records of something I read back at the start of the present financial debacle (when the CDO’s first hit the fan so long ago).   I posted this way back then on that other awful site, but it is still a good read and even has some familiar seasonal references.

Since ancient times, the notion of debt has been deeply interwoven into our culture, literature and social structure. With the global markets in turmoil, Margaret Atwood looks at the history and meaning of being in hock. Continue reading “Debtor’s Prism”

Budgets never did solve anything

Sorry to hog the home page but the Europrats are really getting my goat. The Twin Tw*ts (Merkel and Sarko) want to tighten the budgeting process to solve the Euro problem. ‘Beat them into submisssion if they don’t behave,’ they say. Er, excuse me. How? When? How often?

Any cherished member here who has been in biz or some other ‘profit-responsible’ position, will appreciate my point – that coming up with a budget is the easy bit. Delivering is not. So the Disastrous Duo will have to wait until countries default before they do anything and then what? Send them a bill? Come on! A further charge on the account won’t help! By which time the Euro has disappeared down the pan.

As Standard and Poors are trying to say, the Euro crisis is about debt, not budgetary control and about the EUrozone’s failure to deal with it, leaving Sarko in no position to pontificate on it, given his own precarious position on the cliff-top. (Bit of a mixed whatsit there, sorry.)

Let’s face it: Germany wants to rule the roost. France knows that but is powerless to act. Same old.

Effin dangerous

This is the story of a some innocent denizens of a village in County Limerick who wanted to be part of the great phenomenon called Facebook which only a few, like Backside and me, avoid like the famine (allegedly).

But as fate would have it their village is called Effin (in English, not in their native tongue). So as seems to occur with all such electronic media, it could not speak its name.

I presume (for I dare not put it to the test) that one should not refer to a festive furkin either?

(Please note this post is split into short, easy-to-read paragraphs and avoids any link to a media report or a relevant stock photo selected for the amusement of cherished members.) 🙂

It’s an age thing

Over on what has become ‘the dark snide’, the omnipresent anti-Islamic element continue to propagate their tedium. I have to support their right to do so and am not obliged to read any of it. However, there is an occasional post that raises some ‘real issues’ and, in this case, some amusing responses. In all honesty I have to say that I find it necessary to curtail my emotional reactions, which are engaged by such posts, before I can engage in a rational reaction. The post in question is 67% of Britons want the burqa banned by riteway. Continue reading “It’s an age thing”

In Praise Of Bearsy.

I really enjoy Bearsy’s comments and find it a great shame that at times they do not stay in place for very long and a lot of readers may miss them. He does indeed speak the truth. Were it not for him, this site would not exist. All of the technical stuff is down to him. We all take it for granted and are able to do what we do here because of him. Continue reading “In Praise Of Bearsy.”

Good Memories of Elsewhere

Every so often, I dive into the archive of my blogs on the Other Side with a view to saving them across to my WordPress site. For the avoidance of doubt, and, in my own opinion, this is not because the world would be a poorer place if MyT (Beta) went belly up and lost all of my carefully crafted prose to posterity.

It’s just that I enjoyed writing them at the time and hope to enjoy reading them again in the future, even if I might, by then, have forgotten that I wrote them.

Most of them are private on my WordPress site, but there’s the odd one that I feel the need to share with my fellow cherished authors. This one is a case in point. Continue reading “Good Memories of Elsewhere”