Politics – my arse! – Evening Post

Politicians, they are as likely to fill up a hole that they’ve just dug as the Council are. Standing around talking about the missus and having a fag, whist they’re paid enormous amounts of money (and expenses) to work out what to do next. They are utterly hopeless, incompetent and have a derisory impact on the national will to get out of Europe. And they all blather on about ‘democracy’, take that for a self-inflicted delusion of self-interest – like the repeated ‘self’ do you? I’m going as nuts as the politicians are!
At the next General Election vote them all out, and start again with a new set of politicos, then we might be in with a chance. The lot that are in Parliament are a disgrace to the country and everywhere else. They are making us a laughingstock. I don’t care what your political persuasion is, just get them all out. Labour, Tory, SNP, Liberals Democrat and that inconsequential Plaid Cymru. They all are about as much use to the people as an empty dog food bowl.
They lie, they distract, and they will do everything they can to stay in power. All of them. Its time for a new political class, a new innovation and a new intent. We need politicians who will do our will because that’s what it is all about. The will of the people. This is democracy. They are in Parliament by our consent and they can be put out of a job again, by our consent.
In the 63 years that I have lived on this planet, I have never come across such a political mess. The infighting is deplorable – twenty-one Tories being scrubbed out of this political fandango, serves them right. And Labour has no idea what it wants- and Newsnight is baffled by them as well. One just doesn’t know who to vote for, they are all a shamble of indecision. Well, we have the right to vote for whom we like, next time pick on somebody you really fancy. Think about it, and we might just get out this terrible might is right debacle we are in.
Deliberate with a sense of purpose, and make your choice as you will, but just get this shower out. Out once and for all. I don’t know about you, but I have certainly had enough of Brexit. I would take anything that’s on offer – for peace and nothing else!
Respect for politicians? Give me a break, will you!

Boris Johnson

Boris Johnson, what a character he is! I’m thinking here of Paddy Pantsdown (the late leader of the Lib Dems) but what the blue blazes, I can talk! He’s got a history, hasn’t he? Hanging from wires by his pants, women and so on, the list is endless. He wouldn’t have got my vote, Rory Stewart was my candidate but there we are, it’s all in the past now anyway. Like it or not, Johnson is clearly the best bet where Jeremy Corbyn is concerned, if you fancy Dianne Abbott and John McDonnell to be in power well so be it. Personally, I am finding the Lefty Labour Party a bit hit and miss now, they are rapidly becoming a Party on the outside or inconsequential if you like. It’s a pity, but there you are. Bring back Blair, is all I can say.
Jeremy Corbyn is all over the place and if he thinks he can lead a unity government, well, we can all have our dreams, deluded as they are but that’s the Labout Party for you. At least in the Blair and Brown years they went for the center of politics, now it’s the other way around. Left, left and left again! Nationalization and tax, all the hall marks of the 1970’s, it sadly it duffed up the Labour political process and it will do again. Marxism and Trotskyite politics don’t work, it has been tried in many countries and all have failed. Why can’t the Labour Party realise this? Blair maintained a grip on the Labour Party and he won, three elections in a row. The first time in Labour history. But now Blair is anathema to Left Labour aficionados. Well, they will sink in their own glorified political angst if they hold on to this.
Boris Johnson is the only way, you may not like some of his characteristics, but he’s got what it takes, like it or not. He will become the King of Downing Street – well, it’s an odds on bet anyway. We shall just have to wait and see what happens when Parliament gets back to quarrelling over the Brexit plan, in the not too distant future. If you don’t fancy this vote Labour instead, that’s if you fancy a Marxist theology.

Welsh Education – Evening Post

‘……Children are missing out on education because they don’t speak the language being used in their schools. Children taught in an unfamiliar language often fail tests, have to repeat grades and drop out of education altogether.’ Thus, the familiar policy brief of Save the Children institution. This will be known by all in Wales, particularly those in the vast majority who only speak English.
According to the Welsh in Education: Action Plan 2017-2021, Welsh is no longer to be treated as a second language in English medium primary schools; in other words, all our toddlers will speak Welsh as a first language.
Has the Welsh Labour administration has gone completely nuts? This is their policy.
Cardiff and Swansea, where most people live, will go around the bend at this. Its nationalism on a grand scale. We are a small principality, 3 million at best, and we are trying to take Wales back into the Dark Ages. Plaid Cymru is trying to make Wales independent (this is a joke) and the Labour Party is in a union with them.
Feel free to speak whatever language you like, but don’t give our children a language that is only recognized in a tiny spot in North and West Wales. The language is only spoken by a minority – fact. The administration should stop telling everybody what language they should speak. This is a United Kingdom, get over it and get real.
3 million against say, 63 million? 14 million pounds in tax- payers money going to BBC’s Radio Cymru and 1.4 million going to BBC’s Radio Cornwall, and the best bit is they have the same audience numbers! The Welsh administration is going outside its remit, as Twitter clearly shows.
You would think I’m going too far on this, well wake up, I’m just under starters orders. The Welsh language is becoming a hindrance to Wales. Its creating a country that is not part of the order of Britain, and like it or not I’m starting here to defend the rights of normal individuals who seek to lead normal lives, not people who want their rights to be extinguished and thrown into the gutter. You will damage our children and this is not on.
Devolution? Heaven help us.


90% of Welsh constituencies have smoking levels above UK average according to new PML analysis ranks the smoking prevalence for every constituency for the first time.

36 of the 40 Parliamentary constituencies in Wales have smoking levels higher than the average for the United Kingdom according to new analysis by Philip Morris Limited (PML). The average smoking prevalence of the 40 constituencies that make up Wales was 16%, which is higher than the average for the UK (14.7%). Of the 632 Parliamentary seats across Great Britain ranked in total, no Welsh constituencies are placed in the top third.

Isn’t this something to cast your eyes over? What with this and the free prescription orders, it’s a nightmare that has just fallen into our laps. Free Paracetamol and pain killers? Its ridiculous. The Welsh Labour administration really does need to get its act together, doesn’t it just. Labour is being hauled over the coals for anti – Semitism, being too far left of left and just about anything else that you can think of. And now these statistics. It’s a mess.

Mark Drakeford, the leader of Welsh Labour, has just refused a request for an interview by me (he just isn’t replying, well there’s nothing new here, Carwyn Jones refused the same request albeit it that I have interviewed a number of politicians both Labour, Conservative and Plaid Cymru). He’s too busy seeing to his Social Policy transactions, I assume. Welsh Labour is showing weakness and an abject refusal to any journalistic endeavour.

And you want to vote for Corbyn? Well, that’s your right but be careful what you vote for, we’ll have a Marxist state before you know it! We’ll have nationalism (remember the last time we had it, it took a year to get a new telephone line on a brand new property?), borrowing, spend, spend, spend and an unmitigated tax burden that will drag us back to 2008 – another financial crisis.

What with this and the Tories being up to their ears in it, what hope is there, one might well ask? Well, I’m a great believer in the UK as being a country that one is lucky to be born in. I can honestly say that we will find a way out of this mess, so hold on to your hearts and keep your fingers crossed. We will come through it all.



Jersey – Evening Post

Here is a bit of holiday rubbish- that’s if you can bear such a thing with Brexit and so on. There’s no nonsense like holiday nonsense, is there? Ice cream cones, bobble hats and laughter up to the skies. Well, that is depending on whether you can see the sky it or not. That’s British weather for you. All sunshine one minute, rain the next.

I thought I would go on about Jersey, this time. I’ve just come back from the place. A place of sun, good food and no young ‘uns anywhere – apart from the local denizens, and they all work for the financial services industry. Jersey is dependent on it, so look out for another crash 2008 style. It will happen sometime or another, believe me. House are a bit pricey there and what the young generation are going to do, heaven knows. Its a bit like London where this is concerned, so tighten your braces and grit your teeth. The young generation are about to explode, why the politicians can’t see it, is a mystery to me. But then they fail to see anything that is staring them right in the face, don’t they!

My wife took control of the money and where we went. I’m all for equality of the sexes. I just do as I’m told. Like a lot of men of my age, I suppose. We went to all the places of interest, museums and the such like. The War stuff peaked my enthusiasm, but it put me off guns and violence for life, not that I have ever been into them in the first place. We strolled around the 11 miles with a pleasure that one had forgotten about. The holiday was filled with a certain peace and quiet. A transformation, if you like.

Every night we ate grub that was a delight, every night we went to bed exhausted. It was a holiday to remember and that’s a fact. If you are thinking of going anywhere this Summer, I recommend Jersey. It’s the place to be. Although it didn’t start off well I can tell you. The flight was cancelled and we were shipped off to Southhampton to catch a flight the following day. The Welsh coach was out of the ark and the driver didn’t know anything!

Cardiff Airport – typical! And Carwyn Jones (the then Labour First Minister of the Welsh Assembly) spent over the odds for it!

Old ‘uns – Evening Post

You must have gathered by now, that we old ‘uns (well, that’s pushing it a bit, isn’t it?) but there we are, young ones are always seeing the old as anyone over 45! Anyway, getting back to the old ‘uns brigade, our memories are filled with glory days and not so ‘glory’ days. We remember the good times and the bad and as time goes on the memories flicker between the softer but more memorable instances of our experience.
The other day my mind went back to when I was a youngster, all full to the brim with enthusiasm and a wanton sense of enjoyment. I was off to London to study and the future looked bright. My father dropped me off at the station with a cheque book (remember those?) and a suitcase. No fuss or bother, just be on your way now, and get a degree. And so, began my life of booze, women and song. The young ones think they know it all, everything about skullduggery and so on, well they have got a lot to learn. Haven’t they just!
My journeys took me across London, West Sussex, the Midlands, Essex, and Suffolk. I leant a lot about that age-old wine women and song, didn’t I just. I settled down in Suffolk eventually, I was 41 and got married. I hadn’t leant much had I? I got divorced after three years and went for a job in Birmingham. I was still leaning the tricks of the trade. Well, I thought I was anyway.
I look back now, and would I have done anything differently? No, I don’t think so. The good, the bad and the ugly all make up what we are. What we are supposed to be. Along the way, I learnt about kindness and understanding. The unbent streak of knowing a few things – well, some might argue with this, on Facebook and Twitter! The unholy nonsense of modern-day communication.
I have seen some but not all of the interaction between human beings and all I can say is, good luck to you all and have a good life. In whatever way you choose to live it and let’s face it, we live, die and forget that we were ever on this planet in the first place. And don’t go along the wine, women and song antics. It’s exhausting!

What a hog wash of modern politics!

There seems to be a little confusion over who leads the Tory party. Confusion is putting it mildly! Our Boris is on top of the agenda, but we shall have wait and see. Everything is about waiting and seeing isn’t it? Brexit and all the other domestic matters, we shall all have to wait and observe how the politics crash out because it’s all about ‘crashing out’. A well thought of conclusion, I hazard. It’s my guess anyway.
Never mind Boris (he’s too busy seeing to affaires of the heart to worry about Brexit!), if there is anything, I’d like to see its Rory Stewart getting the top job. Old Etonian he may be, but he’s compromising and has an exact take on where Brexit should leave us, as a country that is.
I like him, for his political stance and for his mild and without contempt discourse. He is not like the other ones, who are content with shifting the boundaries, satisfied with dealing with the unknown and generally looking after their own backs. They all sing to the same tune, God help us!
We have another Referendum on the cards, another no deal and an explosive mine set to go off. And to cap it all, we have a 160,000 odd Tory membership (hardly democratic is it?) deciding who will be our next Prime Minister. And who has put in this mess?
The politicians, that’s who.
I can’t say vote Labour, it’s too Marxist and they would ruin the country, neither Corbyn nor his Shadow Chancellor are Tony Blair or Gordon Brown – far from it and I’m old enough to remember the three day a week, rail in a monstrous late but nether syndrome (remember the British Rail sandwiches? Cheese and ham? God forbid!), coal strikes, car industry in chaos and general financial breakdown. Nationalism and bad debt, here we go again. The Liberal Democrats are in with a chance, that if staying in the EU is your choice, but at least they have been consistent in their view. The Greens and SNP, well if you want to waste a vote that’s up to you, but all is well in love and war.
Hope? Well, we have come through a lot in our history. Wars and so on. So, I believe there is a segment of hope behind all this. If we could just put the past behind us and look ahead, we will find a way through.
That’s if the politicians are up for it – doubtful I agree, but there is a chance that we could get out of this Brexit scandal.

Welsh language?

Who the hell speaks Welsh in Port Talbot? There is a crime thriller on BBC Wales called ‘Bang’ – the police speak Welsh, the characters speak Welsh etc etc

BBC Wales is getting its knickers in a twist again – well, no surprises here then!

I give up!

Theresa May is going on the 7th June. She has made mistakes (well, what PM doesn’t?), but she has my sympathies as well as my admiration, for all the carryings on of the Conservative party. It is a sad day when she leaves No 10. The wild Tory men in grey suits have done it again, they have forced Theresa May to walk the plank.

If you want to go into a deliberate confusion, vote Conservative, if you want to go down a Marxist hell, vote Labour. The two main parties have had it, left right and center. The European elections have finally done the trick. Brexit is on the cards, no deal and do what you like about it. The MP’s have made a right mess of things – and they are voted in by us! They argue political points that we know nothing about, they trivialize each other in a more than juvenile way and to call it just as it is, they are in a mess, an unholy rabble, they are children who have just lent one of their toys and want it back. Let’s call it as it is, Parliament couldn’t rule a toy shop. The Right Honorable and the holier than thou misfits, are unable to carry out a democratic decision from the people, as it is, they were sent to Parliament, by us, to do a job. They haven’t done it so to blue blazes to them.

Sack them.

We need a new political system, at least one that replaces the old. Two parties blazing away at each other, governed by self-interest and what will Parliament get for me, is no good at all. Politics needs to find a center ground, a ground that encompasses all views. There may have to be a bit of give and take, this is fine. Just let’s get on and do it. People are fed up with the usual in fighting of petty political ambitions. The race to get to the top has become a show ground of childish endeavor. It needs to change. It needs to alter.

Tony Blair (son of Thatcher) recognized the center ground; we need to get it back. Forthwith and without the inane mutterings of our political elite. To hell with them. They are a useless mouthpiece of an inevitable groundswell of political immaturity.
Who you vote for, and it will come sooner than you think, is anyone’s guess but for heaven’s sake, make the change that politics desperately needs?
Politics is brutal. Assassination is not my style. Thank God I am not involved in it.