The Monday rumble, or, the Sunday rumble a day late!

After my heroic efforts in the cauldron that is our kitchen on Saturday night (see below) I had an away day yesterday so this rumble through sundry burps and belches is a day late.

Best Science Blog. I have raised the font size to draw attention to this absolutely critical election in which every vote is essential  in order to save the planet ... er, well, not quite ... I'm falling into the HAF habit of exaggerating. However, there is an election to vote for the Best Science blog and I would humbly suggest you place a vote now for Steve McIntyre's blog Climate Audit.  Remember, he was the man who single-handedly forced NASA to revise its temperature records for the USA downwards by dint of dedicated and careful statistical analysis.  He receives no grants or subsidies, he is just a retired geologist and mining engineer with a superb grasp of statistics and a grip like a bull terrier in seeking the truth - where-ever it may lead. Vote now, vote often, here.

Is it time to cull 'Noo Yawk Wimmin'? I have one or two regular American readers whom I have no desire to upset so I should explain.  These days I am rather addicted to the Bloomberg Financial News Station on satellite TV.  This addiction began when I started to play the stock markets - "play" being the operative word!  I will not bore you all with endless tales of my successes because you are all grown up enough to know that gamblers only ever tell of their winners, and seldom mention their losers.  Anyway, this splendid TV station moves round the globe synchronised to the dealing rooms of the world as they open for trading.  Consequently, around midday, they start to move over the Atlantic ready for the NYSE to open.  It is at this point that the dreaded 'Noo Yawk Wimmin' appear, their nasal accents capable of cutting hardened steel, their rate of delivery equalling a Vickers maching gun (and yes, I know that dates me!) and their glossy, reflective couture capable of deflecting missiles.  Turn the sound down, and they all look rather delicious, turn it back on and a pathetic 'Limey' like me can only run for cover.  My idea of culling them is only restrained by my suspicion that the cullers would suffer enormous casualties in the ensuing campaign.

Kamm allows his ideology to rule over the real world - again! Once again, my e-friend, Oliver Kamm, runs amok with stars in his eyes, blinded to the real world that everyone else can see and indeed, some have to live with on a daily basis, that is, the swamping effects of alien cultures inundating the city heartlands of Britain.  He berates a hapless Tory prospective candidate in the Wolverhampton area for quoting with approval a former MP for Wolverhampton, Enoch Powell. Reluctantly, I am forced to get rather 'down and dirty' with Oliver.  He is a Jew who has previously lived in the more civilised parts of London and who now resides in the affluent sanctuary of Brighton and Hove.  Were he a Jew who had lived his life in, say, Wolverhampton, and seen his neighbourhood turned from an Anglo-Saxon area of 'live and let live' to an area of almost total Muslim control, he might, just, have been able to think outside the box of fine, old, liberal precepts handed down since Disraeli was prime minister.  Unfortunately, as it stands on this particular subject, we are forced to watch the painful spectacle of a fine mind running on auto!

More gambling. I took a bet the other day.  Not a large one, only a fiver, but still, real money.  I bet a friend that 'Hash Brown'* will lose the next election. It isn't only the folly of funking the election that destroyed in an instant everything he had built up so successfully; no, it is the relentless sound of beating wings as various chickens come home to roost that will do for him.  First off is likely to be Northern Rock, or 'Northern Jelly' as I prefer to think of it.  The abject cowardice that panicked him into underwriting NR's black hole will only be measured in the coming months as  the exact depth and width of the hole is measured.  It is already measured in tens of billions, and that will have to be paid for by you and me - not Prudence! Talking of holes, there is, of course, the eye-wateringly expensive hole to be bored across London for Tube trains to run late on, the cost of which is yet again underwritten by you and me, but not Prudence.  As I wrote before, the news can only get worse for Labour as the next two years pass by.

* I have, er, 'borrowed'  the nickname "Hash Brown" from another blogger but for the life of me I cannot remember where I read it, but who ever he is, he is a witty fellow.

Comments

[Hilary Wade]

I believe Oliver used to live in quite a rough area of South London, where he was once mugged. Personally I reckon he ought to have learnt kick-boxing at that point, but as far as I know, he thinks it is more important to address the deeper malaises inherent in our society etc.

[dearieme]

Do you think that your Noo Yawk Wimmin are on the whole, how shall I put it, intellectually nimble? A hae ma doots.

[David Duff]

Alas, Hilary, most of 'Souf' London is rough these days but even so, I suspect that Oliver's existence was somewhat cushioned in his 'youf' (about which I know nothing), and certainly so in his adult life spent (and good for him!) earning serious money in the City. What I was trying to imply was that there exists a swathe of middle-class, liberals whose ideology, such as unrestrained immigration and multi-culturalism, has wreaked devastation on city suburbs and the homogenous societies that used to live and work there. They are cushioned from the effects that they have caused.

[David Duff]

'DM', unfortunately these particular 'wimmin' give every appearance of being exceedingly good at what they do in the various exchanges of the world, activities that are as mysterious to me as quantum physics. They are frighteningly good at what they do, it's just that they tell us about it in a nasal, high-speed, dentist's drill delivery that makes your teeth ache! Actually, I rather like the 'Noo Yawk' accent, but only in men. If only the American stock exchange would shift to California, all would be well.

By the way, on the subject of stock exchanges, if you haven't done so already - SELL!