Here is the news …

The course of my day took me from place to place.

The radio gives much solace as you deal with Melbourne’s ever increasing traffic, at its best it helps me cope with the scourge of the red arrow. I must vent at length about that one day.

Given the number of ABC channels, paid for out of our taxes and therefore light on the adverts that I do so loathe, I can usually find one where I can take refuge. It is largely a matter of avoiding the moronic (Red Symons, Richard Stubbs) and the raving left wing ratbags (Jon Faine, Phillip Adams, Rafael Epstein) and the cloyingly religious (Rachael Kohn) or all of the above (Waleed Ali). Plus the feminists and American Public Radio.

So maybe it’s the channel surfing that passes the time, until I reach Classic FM and safety in fine music.

The ABC wasn’t at its most balanced today.

Before 9 am ABC News Radio brought me a party political broadcast in favour of Kate Jones Labor candidate for Ashgrove, Queensland. Disguised as news, it had three gushing interviews bagging the incumbent. Julia Gillard followed, I bumped into two extensive extracts from a fawning interview. Oh, how she suffered at the hands of the increasingly schizophrenic, nay maniacal, Kevin Rudd, poor dear, not to mention the misogyny. Didn’t hear her claim that Kevin had ever been guilty of swindling low paid unionists. Had I switched to Classic FM at noon I could have heard the Honorable Julia Gillard make her selection of music hosted by Margaret Throsby.

The only thing worse than sitting at a red arrow when it would be absolutely safe to turn the corner, not a car in sight, is sitting at a red arrow listening to Julia Gillard blame the rest of the world for her incompetence.

Tails I win …

… heads you lose.

It’s what my father used to say before tossing a coin and putting my pocket money back in his pocket but funnily enough people are losing their heads all over the place.

Now, before you go jumping to conclusions this is nothing to do with Islam.

Dismiss from your mind anything that the ever cynical Mark Steyn might say such as …

“Nothing to do with Islam” is not yet the leading cause of death in developed nations, but it’s making impressive strides.

Au contraire, it’s the French. Since I’m not particularly concerned with accuracy, this is from Wikipedia …

The period from June 1793 to July 1794 in France is known as the Reign of Terror or simply “the Terror”. The upheaval following the overthrow of the monarchy, invasion by foreign monarchist powers and the revolt in the Vendée combined to throw the nation into chaos and the government into paranoia. Most of the democratic reforms of the revolution were suspended and the Revolutionary Tribunal sentenced thousands to the guillotine. The first political prisoner to be executed was Collenot d’Angremont of the National Guard, followed soon after by the King’s trusted collaborator in his ill-fated attempt to moderate the Revolution, Arnaud de Laporte, both in 1792. Former King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette were executed in 1793. Maximilien Robespierre became one of the most powerful men in the government, and the figure most associated with the Terror. Nobility and commoners, intellectuals, politicians and prostitutes, all were liable to be executed on little or no grounds; suspicion of “crimes against liberty” was enough to earn one an appointment with “Madame Guillotine” or “The National Razor”. Estimates of the death toll range between 16,000 and 40,000.

Some remarkable facts about the Guillotine can be found <HERE>.

  • The guillotine metal blade weighs about 88.2 lbs
  • The height of guillotine posts average about 14 feet
  • The falling blade has a rate of speed of about 21 feet/second
  • Just the actual beheading takes 2/100 of a second

Remarkable achievement, right up there with the croissant and n-rays.

The last execution by guillotine took place in Marseilles, France, when the murderer Hamida Djandoubi was beheaded on September 10, 1977.

Nonsense you say, those figures are in imperial units, clearly libellous, and look the epicentre of beheadings isn’t in France.

No but, a quick look at the list of former French colonies, and once again since I’m not particularly concerned with accuracy, my source is Wikipedia …

  • Morocco (1912–1956)
  • Algeria (1830–1962)
  • Egypt (ownership (1798–1801))
  • Tunisia (1881–1956)
  • Libya (1943–1951)
  • Sudan (1883–1960)
  • Syria (1920–1946)
  • Yemen (1868–1869)

Clearly, the French have much to answer for but at least they were efficient. As opposed to 0.02 seconds the modern technique with a knife, as practised in the Islamic State, and by Islamic State supporters elsewhere, not necessarily as part of their religion, mark you, is said to take a couple of minutes.

A slap for Slipper …

The former Speaker of the House of Representatives sentenced to 300 hours of community service … that’ll be new for him.

The Magistrate found that he intentionally concealed the true nature of his trips to wineries, had acted out of greed not need and had betrayed the community’s trust.

He was convicted, must repay $954 and must perform 300 hours community service during the course of a two-year good behaviour order.

You’re dumb and you vote …

Well at least that’s what the solar lobby hope.

Democracy hits a bump in the road when the electorate realises it can vote itself the contents of the treasury. The road bumps get bigger and bigger as the Political Parties have to promise more and more welfare to get elected. We could call it a Greek spiral in honour of a spectacular example.

Solar photovoltaic panels are expensive. Your reward, if you put them on your roof, is cheaper electricity. If nothing goes wrong with any of the fixtures and fittings they will pay for themselves in fifteen years or so. Householder thinks hey I can shell out a small fortune now and in fifteen years I will start to reap a profit and instead invests in a macadamia plantation … only five to eight years to wait for the break even point. Solar runs on subsidies and regulated quotas. Without them it will simply trickle along until it really does reach the level of competitiveness we so often hear about.

Who benefits from solar?

The Renewable Energy Target is under review. The solar industry is unhappy at the prospect of having to compete on cost with fossil fuel and they are squealing. Their TV advert features one ugly hag telling you how much she would like cheaper electricity (and indirectly how much she would love you to pay for it). Vote anyone but Liberal.

One thing dumber than voting the entire populace their personal goldmine is to vote one section of industry the keys to the mint.

As an aside, just when will solar be truly competitive?

There are about 8.5 million households in Australia. If you put a 1 kW solar panel installation on each and every one you would generate 8.5 gigawatts of electricity. Subsidise each at $8,000 and the government will shell out $68 billion. By comparison the Loy Yang A coal-fired power station will knock out about twice that amount … even in the dark.

 

 

Especially the frogs …

This guy isn’t an English convert is he?

If you can kill a disbelieving American or European – especially the spiteful and filthy French – or an Australian, or a Canadian, or any other disbeliever from the disbelievers waging war, including the citizens of the countries that entered into a coalition against the Islamic State, then rely upon Allah, and kill him in any manner or way however it may be.

Til the next time …

In the aftermath of the Scottish referendum Mark Steyn reminds us of a column he wrote in 2006

Indeed, the remarkable feature of contemporary Scottish nationalism is that it has achieved all the features of a failed nation state without achieving the status of a nation state …

How did this happen? Almost everywhere you go on the planet, the great institutions of this world were built by Scots, from the Canadian Pacific Railway to the Hong Kong & Shanghai Bank. Where is the spirit of Mel McGibson in Braveheart?

Aye, fight and you may die. Run and you’ll live…at least for a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin’ to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take…OUR FREEDOM!

But it’s all more complicated than that. The modern Scot is prepared to fight – or, at any rate, strike – but only for the right to die in his bed on a government pension.

… and of course he reminds us that Braveheart was filmed in Ireland. With an Australian midget playing a Scottish giant.

How long can the English be denied the opportunity for self determination?

No …

So Scotland votes to stay in the UK.

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Were I a Scot, I would have voted No as well, especially if I were concerned for the future of my kids.

But as a spectator I’m a little disappointed. Had the vote been yes the excitement to come would have been enthralling. James Delingpole will also be disappointed although not surprised. In a recent and entertaining article he urged the Scots to vote Yes for ten reasons including number 3 …

Scotland’s economy is the bastard love child of a Ponzi scheme and Venezuela under Hugo Chavez. Till now, the Scots have been cushioned from this by dint of the fact that their socialistic economy – and the vast welfare zone otherwise known as Glasgow – has been propped up by English taxpayers. It’s about time we stopped treating the Scots like children and told them the truth: Father Christmas doesn’t exist.

and he goes on to lament that …

All a “No” vote next week will do is make the “Yes” campaigners more embittered, more chippy, more bolshie, more determined than ever to secure Scottish independence in the future. So a “yes” vote is really just the least worst of all the options. It won’t make things better. But at least it will put us all out of our misery.

Another journalist, with a typically Sassenach name, Milo Yianopoulos, gives the impression that if the English had a vote they would be expelling their northern neighbour ASAP …

Let’s consider for a moment how Scotland herself might fare. In my view, she would be well served by some time alone to consider who she really is. Historically, Scotland was renowned across the world for entrepreneurial spirit and engineering genius. Both reputations have been lost after a century of Labour government and the overweening arrogance and control freakery of the trades unions.

These days, Scotland is more commonly associated with work-shy dole scroungers and skag-addled prostitutes than with the industriousness of Adam Smith or with its glorious pre-Reformation spirituality. Sorry, no offence, but it’s true.

Absent subsidies from the British taxpayer, supposedly “Scottish” institutions might be forced to rediscover their zeal for enterprise. They’re Scottish in name only, you understand, paid for by the English. So you see, independence might be a way for this once-great nation to shine again.

A country that loses no opportunity to paint itself as independent, despite being the recipient of largesse from elsewhere, and which drones on and on and on about its “rich heritage” and “distinct identity” – almost to the point of psychosis – should really be given the chance to prove how exceptional it is. Don’t you think?

What Scotland thinks is its “rich heritage” and “distinct identity” was largely invented by Sir Walter Scott and given a recent infusion by Mel Gibson. Fake though so much of it is , it will have been just the stuff to raise the passions.

The reality is better, Scotland has done so much to enrich Britain and indeed the world. The Scottish Enlightenment gave us the thinking of Adam Smith, David Hume, James Watt and Robert Burns. Plus an army of capable and literate men that were the backbone of the Empire. It gave us Francis Hutcheson …

As nature has implanted in every man a desire of his own happiness, and many tender affections towards others. . . and granted to each one some understanding and active powers, with a natural impulse to exercise them for the purposes of these affections; ‘tis plain each one has a natural right to exert his power, according to his own judgement and inclination, for these purposes, in all such industry, labor, or amusements, as are not hurtful to others in their persons or goods.

That was written in 1728 fifteen years before Thomas Jefferson was born.

45% of Scots voted to leave the union. That is a sizeable minority. In the final analysis was it reason that ruled or was it passion? Western philosophy has a long tradition of holding up reason as the proper guide to our decision making. It is fitting that David Hume, the greatest Scottish philosopher had this to say …

Reason is, and ought to be, the slave of the passions.

It is a little odd that, when all around them are coalescing into the stifling globule that is the EU, the Scots should consider striking out on their own. It may have been that they would have been “dragged over the cliff by their First Lemming Salmond” as Delingpole quaintly put it but perhaps those canny Scots may instead have rediscovered the passion and reason that formerly did so much to make the modern world.

 

Nottingham’s burning …

When my mother left school she went to work in the City of London. She knew the city well, as a kid she took me into town on occasion and we would walk from landmark to landmark and she would tell me all about them. Standing in Pudding Lane she told me about the Great Fire of London, 1666. It started in a bakers and burnt for four days …

Some 430 acres, as much as 80% of the city proper was destroyed, including 13,000 houses, 89 churches, and 52 Guild Halls. Thousands of citizens found themselves homeless and financially ruined. The Great Fire, and the fire of 1676, which destroyed over 600 houses south of the river, changed the face of London forever.

The rebuilding was carried out in brick, not timber.

Time passes and people tend to forget these things

Fortunately the rest of Nottingham proved less flammable.