Your money and the liars in charge - and a little example of why everything is going wrong: the triumph of drivel
If at some time in the next few years you wonder why you are working
like a maniac just to stand still (unless you just throw up your hands and give
in) here is a little edited explanation from a clever man:
“If you add in the cost of
RBS and Lloyds, we have a debt to GDP ratio of 140%. We
look absolutely terrible. You would have to put through £25 billion
worth of cuts every year for the foreseeable future just to control
the deficit”
That is Stewart Cowley of Old Mutual
speaking on www.hl.co.uk/hltv three
days ago. There is no sign of any such thing happening.
It is just one example of the
broken promises made by the current set of pantomime horses. The one that
galls me most is where they said they would sweep away all the useless
committees to provide jobs for the boys and girls. No signs of that, either.
Of course the same thing
applies to the U.S. but perhaps for a different reason.
The president's job is, I think, utterly
impossible. The country is governed by lobbyists - be they villains like
Conagra which managed to get pizza classed as a vegetable, or the armed forces
or the senator of this or that state who wants some pork-barrel deal.
Keeping all these people happy requires an limitless flow
of steadily depreciating $$$.
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At the start of that
excellent doorstop Commonsense Direct & Digital Marketing, which I see has been in
print for 30 years and is absurdly cheap on Amazon I quote Confucius:
"If language is not correct, then what is said is not what is
meant; if what is said is not what is meant, then what must be done remains
undone; if this remains undone, morals and art will deteriorate; if justice
goes astray, the people will stand about in helpless confusion."
Here is what I saw on a wall in Clifton Down station the other day
next to some indifferently drawn but colourful pictures:
"Promoting sustainability through public transport
the artworks provide a strong visual link for commuters between the station and
Bristol Zoo."
I cannot complain about the drawings. After all, the
Professor of Drawing at the Royal Academy - an old bike called Tracey Emin -
cannot draw, and the pictures were by school-kids.
But can someone tell me what the hell the message meant?