Is Obama the most malignant president of the USA - ever? I would hesitantly suggest the answer is 'yes' but the only reason for my slight hesitancy is my lack of knowledge of the many other presidents who preceeded him. I chose the word "malignant" with due care because in medical terms it indicates a process that usually leads to death. There is no doubt in my mind today that America is a very sick entity indeed! The one thing that a black president could have done over two terms is to improve black/white relations. Obama has done the exact opposite and instead has reduced inter-racial relationships in the big cities to an almost war-like status. Gee, thanks, Mr. President - not!
Watch the BBC peanut: Yet another example of BS baffles brains but not, thankfully, the brains of Christopher Booker in The Telegraph. We all cheered when we heard that the Met Office had lost its contract to supply weather forecasts to the BBC but now we learn that whoever takes over will have to use Met Office data anyway! This data come from a huge variety of sources:
ranging from its 330 UK weather stations and 16 weather radars to information from 300 ships, airliners etc, providing 106 million weather observations a day.
So with all that basic intelligence how does the Met Office get it so wrong over and over again. The answer is simple, according to Booker:
But the chief reason why the Met Office has been getting so many forecasts spectacularly wrong, as reported here ad nauseam, is that all its short, medium and long-term forecasts ultimately derive from the same huge computer model, which is programmed to believe in manmade global warming. Hence the fun we’ve all had with those “barbecue summers” when rain never stopped, and “warmer than average” winters, which promptly saw Britain freezing under piles of snow.
So now you know not to expect much in the way of accuracy from whoever takes over.
See, I've been telling the 'Memsahib' that for years: But still she moans and nags when I totter off for a mid-morning nap followed after lunch by a mid-afternoon nap. But now "truth will out and shame the devil" because 'researchers' - yes, those ubiquitous 'researchers'! - have shown that a nap a day could save your life.
Apparently, it slows your heartbeat, lowers your blood pressure and you wake up feeling really, really pleased with yourself. What's not to like? So, as it's nearly 10.30am I think I'll just slope off and have a quick nap!
Good job I'm not one of them: I have been reading reports about ten American 'wannabe' astronauts who have volunteered to spend a year inside a totally sealed dome with recycled air and processed food in order to test what it will be like for those who may eventually go to Mars. All I can say is that it's a good job I'm not one of them because in a year's time when they open the doors there will only be me left! I don't 'do' sociability and I will almost certainly murder them all. On second thoughts, of course, they might murder me! And on third thoughts which are slightly more realistic, as there are ladies going inside with the chaps, will there be, say, eleven of them coming out in a year's time? Jest askin'!
Machiavelli funny? Of course he was! I came across an interesting if somewhat learn-ed article that posed the question as to whether or not Machiavelli was funny. Apparently he wrote a play that was a sort of 'Carry On Up the Boudoir' farce which, from the description doesn't sound very funny to me. However, I can tell you that his serious books, especially The Prince is an absolute hoot. He really tells it the way it is and at times he is so shockingly honest that all you can do is laugh. If you have any more holiday time left, I recommend slipping a slim paperback edition of The Prince into your suitcase.
Total, utter gobbledegook: A new language has evolved. It appears to have its roots in the language of the Kalahari tribesmen who communicate with a series of clicks and grunts. However, it has also been heavily influenced by 'grunt-futtocks English' as used by footie fans. The main practitioners of this indecipherable language are these four men:
Portugese prat Dutch prat French prat Kalahari wise man
If you are not an English footie fan or a student of Southern African tribes you will not know what on earth I am on about which is exactly how I feel when any of those three prats come on my TV and try to explain why their multi-zillion pound footie players can barely kick a ball!
No more rumbles today