Vicky Pryce’s mistake wasn’t her failure to
control her lust for revenge. It wasn’t her failure to curb her wrath. It was
her failure to rein in her startling levels of arrogance and hubris.
As with many members of the monarchy, the
press, the political and ruling classes, and the establishment, she thought
that laws were for the little people and, as she presumably considered herself
part of a gilded, chosen class, she could go about the business of satisfying
her lust for vengeance with total impunity.
Ably helped by her journalistic connections,
who were gleefully, hoping for a big story, irrespective of the repercussions
for Pryce, the journalist, Isabel Oakeshot, in particular seems to have got off scot free, Pryce thought she could ignore the laws of the land, vent her
wrath upon her adulterous husband and then be allowed to continue her life
without sanction, even though she had committed a crime.
Off course I could be wrong and she might
just be incredibly stupid.
I do think that the judge missed a trick
though, by not forcing them to serve their sentences in the same cell.
Benyon,
The Poisoners Friend.
The Wildlife Minister Benyon obviously has
a distaste of banning poisons and insecticides. Already documented in previous
blogs, is Benyon’s deep love of Carbofuran,
the poison illegally used by gamekeepers to kill raptors. Benyon has business
interests in grouse shooting, and as raptors naturally prey on grouse, I
suppose his perfect world would involve the death of every bird of prey on the
planet so his chinless, inbred, hooray Henry mates can continue to spend their
weekends blowing sentient beings out of the sky, ‘what larks’ hey, for ‘sport’???????.
Now he seems more concerned with siding
with massive agrochemical corporations (I wonder why. I must look up The Book
of Members Interests), who produce insecticides (neonicitinoids) that are
obliterating the bee and bird population, rather than consider what is best for
the nation, and take action to sustain a robust food supply.
It’s not as if this is a new problem, as demonstrated
by Joni Mitchell’s lyrics in Big Yellow Taxi, which was written in 1970.
“Hey farmer, farmer put away your DDT.
Give me spots on my apples and leave me the
birds and the bees.
Don’t it always seem to show.
That you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til
it’s gone.
They paved paradise and put up a parking
lot.”
I appreciate that a byproduct of a small
gene pool is stupidity and self interest,
but, for chrissakes!!!, the Tory’s don’t even bother to try and hide their
contempt for the nation. It would appear they really don’t give a shit about
future generations. Except their own of course.
The ravings Of Mitt Romney's Friend.
Liam Fox, known for the motto " have man friend will travel" has suggested that the solution to all our problems is, cut spending on the NHS/Welfare State, slash nurses, stop spending on any services not used by the rich, give massive tax breaks to Russian Oligarchs and the wealthy and remove benefits from low earning families.
Fox!! Get back in the political closet. You are a k£$bh3ad!!
Joke.
Cameron, Osborne and Duncan Smith are flying in a chartered plane.
Cameron says " you know I could throw a fifty pound note out of the window and make someone very happy".
Osborne, not to be outdone says. " Yeah well I could throw five fifty pound notes out of the window and make five people happy".
Duncan Smith joins in. "I could throw twenty fifty pound notes out of the window and make twenty people happy".
Up in the cockpit, the pilot looks across to the co-pilot and says. " I could throw all three of them out of the window and make 60 million people very happy".
" Sometimes revolution is not a choice, sometimes it's a necessity" (Anon).
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