US data, it seems, helped stimulate the Asian bourses overnight. Stocks soared as
“US consumer confidence hit a six-year high and tensions over Ukraine
eased”. Do confident consumers know which way is up? Was there ever that
much real tension about Ukraine? I very much doubt it.
But these days, it’s important to be on the
ball ahead of the curve and perfectly positioned for that next wave.
It’s easy to spot me on the beaches of Europe these days: I’m the guy
balancing on a bright-orange sphere slightly ahead of the final curve as
the Big One heads in. Later, I’m the guy with a fractured skull and
four broken ribs, having been too busy watching the sea to notice the
jagged igneous rock for which I was headed.
Yes, it’s vital to be the first out of the
blocks, unless of course you’re Ed Balls, in which case fully six days
after a rabid Neolib Budget, you finally tweet this:
So there we are: it didn’t just fail sports fans, it like wow todally failed. Because hey, we have a cost of living crisis. Well, Ed doesn’t, because he’s still like todally sponsored by two Hedge Funds
the Cooperative Movement, which he stabbed in the front last year. But
it’s true, the rest of us do have trouble making ends meet right now.
The link, unfortunately, did NOT contain a
deconstruction of Osbornomics as illustrated by the Budget for the
Spivs: it contained a ten day old article Ed wrote in The Mirror before the Budget. (I agree with every one of his proposals, none of which however have credible financing proposals behind them).
This is why I dislike Mr Balls. For other
reasons, I dislike Boris, Yeo, Robsone, Ezak, Clegg, Burnham, Harman
and, in total, all but about 25 of our legislators at Westminster. I
also dislike Nigel Farrago because he’s an obvious fake who’s been
trying to get into Westminster for 20 years, and failed consistently so
to do.
This means that on Mondays, I am fascist
racist, on Tuesdays closet LibDem, and then on Wednesdays false flag
Towreee. Tomorrow I shall be donning my europhile regalia, and Fridays
usually round off my week with a virtuoso performance of Little
Englander thinly-veiled homophobe. At the weekends, I normally relax
into my natural misogyny, me being a 66 year-old male with porridge for a
brain.
I have no tribe. I am independent. I don’t
trust more than half a dozen politicians at local or national level. The
log book of history is with me on this, not the tribalists. Get over
it. You’ll pay Mr Balls more taxes, even though you don’t need to. Or if
the Tories win in 2015, Mr Yeo will want you to pay for his taxis, and
Mr Osborne will use your freed-up pension pots to prop up yet more
pants-wetting bankers.
I say cut out the middle man: take out your
pension pot today, and give it to a banker. You know it makes sense.
(For everyone at Liberal Conspiracy, that was a joke).
I’ve come to realise after ten years of
blogging that all belief systems are and always will be intrinsically
totalitarian, pinched-face excuses for anti-empiricism. You can be EDL,
Islamist, neoliberal, Communist, racist, Warmist, rabid feminist,
Christian fundamentalist, Delingpolar, nationalist or socialist: it
doesn’t matter, because within seconds those running the show will ask
you to close your mind, ears and eyes to at least ten reality checks
that prove their Big Obsession to be absolute bollocks.
You have to be, let’s face it, three stops up
from Barking and looking through the wrong end of a closed-off telescope
to dismiss forthright criticism as the false-flag machinations of those
who Do Not Believe.
I Do Not Believe any one single theory, Party or Messiah knows.
The obvious, predictable conclusion of belief in that construct is
(perm any one from) Hitler, Stalin, Verwoerd, Khomeini, Sadam, Mugabe,
and Boris Johnson.
This does not mean a belief in nothing. It
means FFS stop trying to force-fit me into your tribe or somebody
else’s. It’s a long summary I know, but this is roughly what I am this
week:
A
culturo-constitutional radical who would prefer far more communitarian
mutualism and sense of personal responsibility, and far less
Bourse-raised capital and litigation, than pertains in our society
today.
Next week, if Michael
Fallon’s theory that mutualism gives you cancer turns out to be true,
I’ll think again. It’s what Infidels like me do.
Now let’s get on with nailing the nasties.
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