And lo, 'St. Theresa of May' speaks: Or at least, she will on Tuesday and according to the 'scribblers' she will, at last, show some of her Brexit hand. Not that her silence since last Summer was bad thing, on the contrary, given the devilish complexity of the subject she was wise to take her time and consider all options before taking decisions - a habit 'The Donald' shows no sign of following! If the 'scribblers' are right in assuming that she has decided to make a fairly clean, swift break then I applaud her. As I have said before, there is nothing much to be gained from 'negotiating' with the fanatical and mostly anti-British Euro-fanatics who would string things out for as long as possible and 'St. Theresa' would risk emulating Shakespeare's Richard II: "I wasted time and now doth time waste me"!
"I could'a been a contender": That has to be one of the most famous film quotes of all time and I heard the original last night as I watched "Listen to me Marlon" on the TV. This was a film, based on the huge number of tapes left by the late, great Marlon Brando. I remember as a teen-ager - yes, that far back! - seeing "On the Waterfront" and Brando's performance was superlative. That he went on - and on - producing similarly brilliant performances shows that he truly was one the greatest film actors of all time. What a pity that such genius resided in such a flawed man.
Paul Krugman appears to be a prat: Why am I not surprised? Last Summer, this leviathan of economic punditry, a Nobel prize winner, no less, thundered down at us from the heights of, er, well, the NYT, actually, that government deficits were, in the words of Sellar & Yeatman, "A Good Thing". However, six months later deficits are the harbingers of doom and destruction. So what changed in the last six months . . . oh yes, of course, silly me!
Nothing like a nice dollop of humbug: According to Mr. Thomas Lifson at The American Thinker, despite the Euro-fanatics criticising Australia for its 'cruel and unusual' treatment of 'refugees' trying to reach Australia by boat, several EU countries have secretly sought advice from the Australian immigration service on their techniques, and that includes a briefing given to 'Dim Dave' before he departed - and a fat lot of good that did!
Just for 'SoD': You may have noticed that 'SoD' has a weakness for stats, well, he was once something of a maths swot although where got that from God only knows! Anyway, courtesy of the formidable John Redwood MP, here are a few more for 'SoD' to swallow:
Our annual current account deficit to the EU is £92 billion.
The UK has lent the rest of the EU £1.4 trillion through the London banking system.
We pay around £700 million more to them each year for UK citizens to use their health services than they pay to use the NHS here.
We pay a gross budget contribution of [...] £10.8 bn after rebate and payments back to the UK state.
The overall magnitude of our financing of the EU is the main reason they do not want us to leave without first demanding we carry on paying as if we were staying.
Oh dear, Booker boots me in the bum! Earlier this week I reported that Mr. Ross Clark at The Coffee House had given a sort of thumbs up for a massive scheme to build a tidal barrage across Swansea Harbour for the purpose of producing electricity. Despite my inherent scepticism, I was partially convinced by the absence 'Greenie' support. Mr. Brooker, in the Telegraph scotches, or perhaps 'Welshes', the whole thing. He calls it "one of the most ludicrous confections of make‑believe any British government has ever been asked to fall for". Sorry, Mr. Brooker, it won't happen again, honest!
Poor Hillary: No, no, I mean really poor, like broke, skint, 'Buddy can you spare a dime?', that sort of thing. According to ZeroHedge, the Clinton Global Initiative which I assume means an initiative in which the globe sends squillions to the Clintons, is closing down and 22 workers have already been laid off. Why? What happened? What changed? Oh, I see, you mean all those foreign gangsters Heads of State don't fancy her anymore now she isn't going to be President. Oh dear what a pity never mind!
Have you met my new neighbours, the Starlings? They are quite delightful in that they tend to mind their own business and ignore everybody and everything. However, their habit of bathing several times a day on my patio takes a little getting used to:
Needless to say, as I progress, or regress, steadily towards senile childishness, I insist on giving them names but not just any old names. They must be names that begin with 'St', thus preserving the alliteration, as in Stanley and Stella, and their off-spring, Stephan and Stephanie and Stewart Starling. Yes, I know, I know but the doctor says that if I keep taking the pills I should get better!
In which I withdraw my offer to Ms. Janet Daly: As regular readers will know, I have persisted in my generous offer to Ms. Janet Daly to be the mother of my babies because I am awe-struck by her intelligence as displayed every Sunday in the Telegraph. Somewhat to my surprise I have not yet heard from her but I remain confident that it can only be a matter of time! However, having read her superb essay in today's edition, in which she writes more intelligently on the subject of our national religion - the NHS - than anyone I have read hitherto, it would be a criminal folly on my part to burden her with my children. Instead, I intend to agitate to make this Goddess of a woman the new Minister for Health and the fact that she will thus rid us of that total tit, Jeremy Hunt, clinches the argument. Should you doubt me, read her excellent article for yourselves.
No more rumbles today