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Tuesday, 10 March 2009

Defending Kevin Rudd.

It's professional offence taking time again. Kevin Bloody Wilson, sorry I mean Kevin Rudd the PM has - shock, horror - said a naughty word. On air. Live. He said "shitstorm".... ummmm.

We've actually got two controversies for the price of one here. First the opposition have accused Rudd of saying it on purpose to come across as a bit more blokey, a bit more matey and a bit less of the boring bastard that half the country perceives him as. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, I really don't care. I'm more interested to know why the (so called but in reality not really very) Liberals aren't questioning Rudd's whole line of reasoning about government intervention versus the free market. Personally I'd be pointing out that obviously the free market won't sort it out because the free market doesn't fucking exist precisely because of people like Kevin Rudd. He might as well have said Papa Smurf and his troup of dancing Drop Bears in place of the words "free market". Of course the Lib's silence on that point might have something to do with the fact that the free market also doesn't exist because of people like the Libs. But really, is this "ooooh it was all scripted" the best they can do? Who gives a flying fuck one way or the other? I'm not suddenly going to come over all impressed because he's sworn on TV and I very much doubt anyone else will change their opinions of him much.

But moving swiftly on to the inevitable offence takers, we have this:
The Schizophrenia Research Institute (SRI) has called for Australia's top politician to give up swearing and help raise money for research into the nation's third leading cause of disability.

The challenge is part of the institute's inaugural SwearStop campaign that takes place from May 18-24 as part of Schizophrenia Awareness Week and involves people being sponsored by family and friends to stop swearing.
What the hell has swearing got to do with schizophrenia? I'm sure sufferers swear, but so do I and I'm reasonably sure I'm not schizophrenic. It's not like he took the piss out of the mentally ill, and even if he'd crossed his eyes and licked the nearest window I'd call it free expression which is a right enjoyed even by politicians. So on that basis I'd like to propose an inaugural InterfereStop as part of a new Busybody Awareness Week and tell the finger wagging twats to fuck off.

Right, how much did that cost me?

Quantitative easing or quantitive easing?

That's only one question. The other is this: has it really never been tried before, or have they simply never tried calling it that before?

Monday, 9 March 2009

Oh for fuck's sake... ignorant Britain.

And I don't mean bad taste ignorance or chavvy ignorance, I mean plain old fashioned knowing fuck all ignorance. Aside from the depressingly easy exam papers mentioned here, here, here and here, there's also evidence that the teaching of history has become just as hopeless. A quarter of 11-16 year olds polled (from 1,200) don't know what Auschwitz was and several thought it was a country or, and my brain is still not sure my eyes got this bit right, the name of a beer. We're not talking ancient Babylonian scrolls or Ethelrede the Unrooted here, this stuff happened within living memory. They're still making films about the period for fuck's sake.
The poll found that six in 10 youngsters did not know what the Final Solution was, with a fifth claiming it was the name of peace talks held to end the war.
Six out of ten? Fuck me. Well, not a bad guess if you're without a fucking clue, but hard to see how they could get it more arse backwards. Even if they though a V2 was an early version of a popular fruit and veg based drink and would be shocked to learn that one landed on my mum's local chippy and turned it into a smouldering hole in the ground they still wouldn't be as utterly wrong.
While 97 per cent of those questioned could identify Adolf Hitler from a photograph, those who could not mistook famous figures such as Winston Churchill, Salvador Dali and Albert Einstein for the dictator.
Well at least they're better at getting the infamous face right, which suggests that they are being taught something about the mid C20th, or maybe that they've all found the Downfall mash ups on YouTube. But that still leave 36 who either missed out, took the piss or are hopelessly thick. I hope they were taking the piss, I really do, but it wasn't so long ago that I was at a trivia evening at the local and one team labelled a photo of Churchill as Benito Mussolini. Chuckle chuckle at the Aussies and their shaky grasp of history. Not any more. Not when a similar proportion of Brits might be growing up similarly unaware of the recent past.

Saturday, 7 March 2009

Obama's cabinet - better off going to Ikea

Three more, plus one the other day. I've lost count now, how many of his cabinet nominees have chosen or been forced to drop out for one reason or another? I don't know, perhaps I'm being unreasonable, but shouldn't we have expected that a world leader who has sunlight streaming out of his arse all the time would have found enough people willing, able and untainted by scandal before winning the election? Just an idea.

Shape of things to come?

Just in case anyone imagines that it's only places like Zimbabwe where property rights have been flushed down the toilet and governments set unrealistic and unprofitable caps on companies to try to cover up their own economic incompetence, and that it couldn't happen in a democratic nation with decent resources, just have a look at what's going on in Venezuela. Now bear in mind that in the UK the Civil Contingencies Act 2004 allows pretty much the same thing. I'm not saying they'd actually do it, just that as far as I can see they do have the ability to. And people wonder why you'd have to put a gun to my head to get me to go back!

Friday, 6 March 2009

Wobble

Just had a magnitude 4.7 earthquake in Melbourne. Bloody global warming I expect.

Another Thank Fuck I Left Moment - In Association With Merseyside police

Just read Wat Tyler's comments at Burning Our Money on the story that a motorist was stopped by the police for laughing.
"Gary Saunders, a company director, was using a hands-free phone when he burst out laughing at a joke told by his brother-in-law, who he was talking to.

A few moments later he noticed a traffic officer flashing his lights at him and gesticulating at him to stop his Renault.

When Mr Saunders got out of his car, the policeman told him: "Laughing while driving a car can be an offence."
What a knob. I very much doubt you'll sell that to a jury unless you could show that he lost concentration and crashed in the process.
"It went from ludicrous to unbelievable. In the end he reluctantly admitted that he had nothing he could accuse me of, but still required me to take my documents to the station."
So in other words, not actually an offence. Fuck me but there are some power crazed little Adolfs wandering around in police uniforms these days. Sure, there probably always were but with more and more laws from the ridiculous nanny state these annoying twats have got ever increasing licence to stick their noses in where they're not only unwanted but quite unnecessary and generally be unpleasant authoritarian pests. It could be argued that using the phone, even a hands free one, is a distraction and isn't going to improve the standard of driving, but absent anything actually dangerous in an immediate and obvious way the best any cop can do is offer it as friendly professional advice. I don't think people mind when police do this, especially if they're polite and respectful towards the member of the public who is, after all, paying their bloody wages. Certainly I don't have a problem with police who deal with people this way, and I'm far more inclined to listen to them and take their comments on board than I am with some ludicrous uniformed (and uninformed) twat chucking his weight around.

Wat Tyler notes:
For a policeman to spend half-an-hour questioning someone suspected of laughing, you'd have to guess this is an area where the cops have already cracked all the real crime.

Ah, no. This is Liverpool, which in case you don't know, has some eye-watering crime rates: violence against the person is 40% higher than the national average, car theft is 70% higher, robbery is 140% higher, and burglary also 140% higher. We somehow doubt that cracking laughter crime is a priority for the typical Liverpudlian.
And then goes on to talk about the Policing Pledge, the latest daft initiative from the Home Office. Worth a read.

Thursday, 5 March 2009

Gordon's trip to Washington

Morten Morland in the Times.

















About sums it up for me.

Fiddling while Rome burns.

Okay, a very good team on Uni Challenge beat everyone else but was disqualified afterwards for a rules infringement. But when the economy is fucked, the PM is denying any responsibility and has run off to the US to suck some American cocks instead of trying to fix it, his government are jockeying for position to replace him, and the best the country has to look forward to is another year of comedic infighting before a different bunch of authoritarian fuckwits take over, is The Big Question really whether the result was fair? Discuss it be all means, but "The Big Question"?

(Sir) Ted Kennedy

For services in support of a bunch of murderous and sadistic thugs and his contribution to the reduction of Democrat campaign workers.

Cunt.

Insurance, charity and compensation

Post bush fire, well as much as things can be post bush fire when there's still a couple of 3-4 week old fires not yet under control, there has been a great effort in Australia generally and Victoria especially to raise funds for those affected. Aside from the obvious charities like the Red Cross there have been various small scale local fund raising events here and there, and the two main supermarkets not only had till point collections going but both announced that people should come and do their shopping on a particular day because all the profits on that day were going to the bush fire appeal. We're all patting ourselves on the back because there's over $200 million in the kitty now (and yes, I feel kindly enough towards my adopted country to have chipped in too) and feeling quite pleased with ourselves. Mateship, all Aussies together, even those like me who really aren't Aussies at all but have simply moved here.

And then someone comes along and sticks a broom handle in the spokes.
Bushfire victims without insurance are in line to receive bigger payouts than those households that have paid insurance.

This comes as the insurance bill for the Victorian bushfires passes $1 billion, putting more pressure on the State Government to detail the extent of funding for the uninsured and underinsured.

On a visit to the temporary accommodation centre at Flowerdale, Mr Brumby said the Government was committed to helping those who wanted to rebuild.

"Clearly people who haven't got any support, who have lost everything and have been uninsured, maybe they get the bigger hand along," he said.

"These are all of the things that are being looked at and examined."

A final decision on funding levels and eligibility is not expected from the Government and the Victorian Bushfire Appeal Fund until next week. The appeal has raised $210 million so far.

Victorian Bushfire Appeal Fund advisory panel chairman John Landy said everyone deserved support, regardless of whether they were insured or not when the Black Saturday bushfires struck on February 7.

"We think that people gave money in a terrible situation of great devastation, people losing members of their family, their homes, everything, and we think the humanitarian imperative overrules everything else," he said.

Almost 30 per cent of more than 2000 properties destroyed in the bushfire were either uninsured or underinsured.

This has left almost 600 families without insurance unsure if they can rebuild.


Predictably some people, such as those writing for the Melbourne Herald Sun, are getting a bit bent out of shape about this and grumbling that they wouldn't have donated to the appeal if they'd known it was going to be given to idiots who were under or uninsured. The insurance industry is understandably also a bit upset since it sees the possibility that people will simply stop buying insurance in the expectation that they'll be bailed out if things go tits up. Now I can understand all of that but have a think about these points:

If someone loses their house to a bushfire but they're fully insured what the fuck do they need the charity money for? Possibly they'll have immediate needs between escaping and getting the insurance payout such as food, clothing, a hotel etc. (apparently pet food was a big need early on), and perhaps medical bills for the injured, and sadly funeral costs for the dead. But when the insurance money starts coming in they don't need charity anymore. Support of various kinds, yes, but the folding type is now taken care of. A couple of minute's rational thought would tell anyone that uninsured fire victims are likely to get a significant proportion.

Second point, if I give you money unconditionally so you can help other people with it it's fucking unconditional. I can't go back afterwards and say that I expect the money only to be given to those who don't need it (because I haven't bothered to give it a couple of minute's rational thought). Once I give the money away it's no longer mine which I can choose how it's spent, but the charity/fund/whatever. This is how charity works. It's a donation given freely and without condition, or at least it should be, and if you don't like how the money is likely to be used you don't fucking give it away. Simple as.

Thirdly, I can understand the concerns of the insurance industry in that there's an apparent reward for not taking the obvious precaution of buying insurance. However, I think that "reward" is being overstated. Effectively what we have here are two groups of people - those who played safe and used some of their disposable income on insurance and those who retained that disposable income for other things and gambled that the insurance would not be needed knowing that they'd be reliant on nothing but charity if they were wrong. Insurers are obviously worrying that be bailed out by the bushfire fund is a disincentive to buy insurance, but the unpredictable situation those uninsured homeowners are now in is also a disincentive. It's clear that $200 million isn't going to go around without being spread pretty thin, so relying on charity is making their lives fairly uncertain at the moment. Frankly the insurance industry ought to be concentrating on getting their customers' claims sorted out and those homes rebuilt toot fucking sweet so they can turn around and point out how much better off are those who bought insurance than those hoping that a share in charitable donations will give them at least a roof over their heads. Make no mistake, I'm not on side with those idiots who gambled and have more respect for those who took the obvious and sensible precaution, but I'm not heartless either. I've put my hand in my pocket for a few bob, but that's it. If it doesn't go far enough to replace what the uninsured have lost then they'll have to downsize or otherwise alter their lives for the worse to reflect their changed circumstances. This is not an advert for how great it is being uninsured as far as I can see.

Frankly they need to worry that the government doesn't simply make up the difference, which I worry is a likely scenario and, unlike charity, is something that we will all have to pay for whether we agree or not, and will send the very message that worries the insurance companies far more louder and more clearly than a couple of hundred mill scraped up from companies and local sausage sizzles. That really is something that should be avoided, though I won't hold my breath. However, this is the age of government spunking money at people who've made piss poor decisions stimulus and investment, so as the Holy One has done on the other side of the Pacific and Gordon Clown has done in the UK, and Kev himself has done already here of course, so shall it continue. Drop your trousers and open your wallets folks, you're likely to make up the shortfall on the donations that you've already contributed voluntarily. The insurance industry would do better to encourage the government to stay the fuck out of it, let volunteers administer the fund instead of political appointees, and let the uninsured adjust as necessary to living on charity. It would all sort itself out after that and the vast majority would see that being insured is a far better choice than taking that risk, even if it means buying a smaller property to begin with (called living within your means).

The other nightmare scenario for me is this suggestion from the second MHS article linked above:
Simpler, but no less contentious, is a push for mandatory insurance in bush fire zones. There is now strong argument for compulsory house insurance like the third party provisions for motor vehicles.
WTF? It's not even vaguely the same fucking thing. Third party motor insurance is there in case someone else gets hurt and doesn't cover loss of one's own property. You need fully comp for that, which is what home insurance (correctly valued obviously) would do whether voluntary or mandatory. In fact compulsory third party motor insurance doesn't even cover third party property loss or damage - it's just personal injury insurance. How does an uninsured house cause personal injuries to third parties that may need covering? Even if we included loss/damage what can happen to an uninsured house that can possibly make a victim of anyone other than the person guilty of not insuring it? So aside from it being insurance the two things have nothing in common. This would be inventing yet another victimless crime, or at least a crime in which the victim is the same as the guilty party, which is much the same thing in my book. But apart from that the Herlad Sun has a couple of reservations about the idea:
But that brings more questions.

Why stop at fire zones? What about flood-prone areas? What about where there is a high risk of burglary?
Why indeed? It might well be the thin end of a wedge. More to the point, if customers are being driven into the arms of insurance companies by force of law does anyone think the insurance companies are going to work particularly hard to offer the best deal? There'd be a certain amount of competition between them for business but they wouldn't have to try as hard as they would if it was entirely up to homeowners. Worse still is the possibility that it would, like the third party injury insurance you buy with the car rego, be state run and not even slightly competitive. Somehow I think the insurance companies would like the idea of compulsory insurance, but probably not like that. No, the best solution is for the government, state and federal both, to stay out of it. Kevin Rudd and John Brumby can appear on TV looking all grave and compassionate but other than that it's best if they fuck off out of the way. Look, well done for using some of our tax money on the fire crews and the aircranes, fellas, and genuinely thanks very much for that. But let people make their own decisions.

The Herald Sun comes to more or less the same conclusion:
Perhaps, it would be simpler to honour some of the emotional promises this time, but make it clear that in future anybody uninsured is on their own.

That may seem harsh, but even in a society as compassionate as ours, individuals must ultimately accept responsibility to care for themselves.
Absofuckinglutely..... providing that honouring the emotional promises this time does not include a huge tax funded splurge on the uninsured fuckwits. As I said before, I'm not heartless and donated to the appeal in the expectation that the money would not be going to someone who had sensibly bought adequate insurance but more likely towards some twat who hadn't. I'm fine with that, really. But I can't stress this strongly enough - if you want insurance to look like the best option to anyone with a brain, and I for one do, then relying on disaster handouts has got to be uncertain, unpleasant and probably inadequate to make up for all an uninsured person's losses.

Monday, 2 March 2009

Jack Straw and Philip Pullman

The Telegraph of a couple of days ago has a comment article on the UK's Big Brother society. The first line grabbed my attention:
"This Labour government has done more than any before it to extend liberties and constrain government." Well, Jack Straw, the Justice Minister, believes it, or at least said it.
From that we can only conclude that Jack Straw is off his fucking dial or out of his mind, and very possibly both. Philip Pullman has written a rather poetic piece which has been spreading around the net via blogs (most of the ones I follow have it) and email, and it responds to Jack Straw's delusional dribblings a zillion times better than I could:
THE MALEVOLENT WHISPERS THAT DESPISE OUR FREEDOM
by
Phillip Pullman

"Are such things done on Albion’s shore?

The image of this nation that haunts me most powerfully is that of the sleeping giant Albion in William Blake’s prophetic books. Sleep, profound and inveterate slumber: that is the condition of Britain today.

We do not know what is happening to us. In the world outside, great events take place, great figures move and act, great matters unfold, and this nation of Albion murmurs and stirs while malevolent voices whisper in the darkness - the voices of the new laws that are silently strangling the old freedoms the nation still dreams it enjoys.

We are so fast asleep that we don’t know who we are any more. Are we English? Scottish? Welsh? British? More than one of them? One but not another? Are we a Christian nation - after all we have an Established Church - or are we something post-Christian? Are we a secular state? Are we a multifaith state? Are we anything we can all agree on and feel proud of?

The new laws whisper:

You don’t know who you are

You’re mistaken about yourself

We know better than you do what you consist of, what labels apply to you, which facts about you are important and which are worthless

We do not believe you can be trusted to know these things, so we shall know them for you

And if we take against you, we shall remove from your possession the only proof we shall allow to be recognised

The sleeping nation dreams it has the freedom to speak its mind. It fantasises about making tyrants cringe with the bluff bold vigour of its ancient right to express its opinions in the street. This is what the new laws say about that:

Expressing an opinion is a dangerous activity

Whatever your opinions are, we don’t want to hear them

So if you threaten us or our friends with your opinions we shall treat you like the rabble you are

And we do not want to hear you arguing about it

So hold your tongue and forget about protesting

What we want from you is acquiescence

The nation dreams it is a democratic state where the laws were made by freely elected representatives who were answerable to the people. It used to be such a nation once, it dreams, so it must be that nation still. It is a sweet dream.

You are not to be trusted with laws

So we shall put ourselves out of your reach

We shall put ourselves beyond your amendment or abolition

You do not need to argue about any changes we make, or to debate them, or to send your representatives to vote against them

You do not need to hold us to account

You think you will get what you want from an inquiry?

Who do you think you are?

What sort of fools do you think we are?

The nation’s dreams are troubled, sometimes; dim rumours reach our sleeping ears, rumours that all is not well in the administration of justice; but an ancient spell murmurs through our somnolence, and we remember that the courts are bound to seek the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, and we turn over and sleep soundly again.

And the new laws whisper:

We do not want to hear you talking about truth

Truth is a friend of yours, not a friend of ours

We have a better friend called hearsay, who is a witness we can always rely on

We do not want to hear you talking about innocence

Innocent means guilty of things not yet done

We do not want to hear you talking about the right to silence

You need to be told what silence means: it means guilt

We do not want to hear you talking about justice

Justice is whatever we want to do to you

And nothing else

Are we conscious of being watched, as we sleep? Are we aware of an ever-open eye at the corner of every street, of a watching presence in the very keyboards we type our messages on? The new laws don’t mind if we are. They don’t think we care about it.

We want to watch you day and night

We think you are abject enough to feel safe when we watch you

We can see you have lost all sense of what is proper to a free people

We can see you have abandoned modesty

Some of our friends have seen to that

They have arranged for you to find modesty contemptible

In a thousand ways they have led you to think that whoever does not want to be watched must have something shameful to hide

We want you to feel that solitude is frightening and unnatural

We want you to feel that being watched is the natural state of things

One of the pleasant fantasies that consoles us in our sleep is that we are a sovereign nation, and safe within our borders. This is what the new laws say about that:

We know who our friends are

And when our friends want to have words with one of you

We shall make it easy for them to take you away to a country where you will learn that you have more fingernails than you need

It will be no use bleating that you know of no offence you have committed under British law

It is for us to know what your offence is

Angering our friends is an offence

It is inconceivable to me that a waking nation in the full consciousness of its freedom would have allowed its government to pass such laws as:

the Protection from Harassment Act (1997),
the Crime and Disorder Act (1998),
the Regulation of Investigatory Powers Act (2000),
the Terrorism Act (2000),
the Criminal Justice and Police Act (2001),
the Anti-Terrorism, Crime and Security Act (2001),
the Regulation of Investigatory Powers Extension Act (2002),
the Criminal Justice Act (2003),
the Extradition Act (2003),
the Anti-Social Behaviour Act (2003),
the Domestic Violence, Crime and Victims Act (2004),
the Civil Contingencies Act (2004),
the Prevention of Terrorism Act (2005),
the Inquiries Act (2005),
the Serious Organised Crime and Police Act (2005),

not to mention a host of pending legislation such as

the Identity Cards Bill,
the Coroners and Justice Bill, and the
Legislative and Regulatory Reform Bill.

Inconceivable.

And those laws say:

Sleep, you stinking cowards

Sweating as you dream of rights and freedoms

Freedom is too hard for you

We shall decide what freedom is

Sleep, you vermin

Sleep, you scum
Beautiful, eloquent, pertinent and a bit scary. And something that the author of the Telegraph article, Alasdair Palmer, ought to bear in mind. He wrote that giving up freedoms for security can be a good deal, the cunt.
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