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But the man in the picture is not wearing a frock coat; it is clearly an evening tailcoat.
It’s the knowledge base you’ve all got…..
Seem to be listed in one of those books of journalists around and about. And they tell me that I can use their “ResponseSource” system to ask for review stuff.
So, what sorta stuff is given to journos to review? Sadly, expansive TV and phone stuff is only lent, not given.
So, any thoughts?
Religion of Pieces
From Steve in comments.
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Break up HMS Victory and send the timbers to France to help rebuild Notre Dame
Britain has a shameful history in Europe – Brexit, Agincourt, Bucks Fizz – it’s time we made amends to our EU partners. After the tragic fire, France needs high quality oak timbers to repair Notre Dame. We have a source of timber currently sitting doing nothing in Portsmouth – HMS Victory.
France has given us so much. Les Miserables was the first novel to destigmatise mental illness. Jean-Paul Gaultier invented the stripey jumper. And who can forget Dogtanian and the Three Muskehounds? Unfortunately, Britain failed to reciprocate. We wrecked the first attempts at European integration, in 1803 and 1939. HMS Victory is part of that barbaric past, whose legacy persists – Portsmouth voted Leave in 2016. President Macron admires old relics – let’s send him Victory with our apologies.
Those of us south of the border won’t have heard much about the Wings Over Scotland blog. An amusement being that it’s vociferously pro-indy and written from Bath. The writer of which was trying to sue for defamation. The answer to which was:
He also described Mr Campbell as someone who has “chosen insult and condemnation as his style”, and said the blogger cannot expect to be able to “hold others to a higher standard of respect than he is willing himself to adopt.
“I do not accept that he can dismiss the feelings or reputations of his opponents cheaply, but receive a high valuation of his own.
Seems a fair verdict.
Someone complains on an old comments thread:
Interesting this Tim Worstall character lives in the past, when by far away life was exceedingly easier back then. As somebody reasonably young I read his work as a remnant of a different era and not realistic. Maybe back in the 1960s back when you did not have to have years of experience to begin with. And you could live in the countryside for months on end with the money you had earned but it is not like this anymore. Realistic for somebody whose life experience is from the past to completely out of touch with the realities of the younger generation. My reality of life is nearer to the depression mate minus starvation to death, that perhaps that may be the reality. Tim Worstall forgets how easy life was after the Depression and Second World War up until the 1980’s and then there was the 1990’s when the inflationary realities changed the world substantially in the time.
Once the economy had been gutted it was far easier to buy a hotel. Tim Worstall let me guess lives in a big fine house, with lots and lots of money whose has got where he has gotten where he is through being a realist and seeing the world through rose coloured glasses. Has forgotten his childhood in the depression or the second wall through his remarkable success in life probably unlike the luck of his parents perhaps and their generation la la la.
To be a child in the War/Depression you need to be in your 80s now. Over estimating me by a generation that is. And rather one of my consistent points is how much richer we are all now than even the 80s, let alone 60s.
Still, anon commenters and all that….
I wonder which of the four it was who asked Google to erase this from European search results?
Vicky Pryce, Chris Huhne, Dennis MacShane or Carina Trimingham?
Political discussion in the UK should henceforward stick to the propositions advanced by Larry Elliott. “Liberalising markets did not lead to economic nirvana; instead the orgy of speculation led to the financial crisis of 2008 … The record shows that the managed capitalism of the cold war delivered better results than the unmanaged capitalism since.”
So Managed capitalism should therefore include a land value tax to control property price inflation which got out of control in the liberalised markets immediately prior to 2008, although LVT was the stabilising element in the laissez-faire system proposed by Adam Smith in The Wealth of Nations in 1776. People will eventually rumble that increasing the money supply only makes matters worse if it just inflates land values and, by taking undue rents and mortgage payments, diminishes demand for goods and services that people produce.
This is the hardest post I have ever had to write. It’s nearly three in the morning and I can’t sleep, so I am putting my thoughts onto the page, because I need to.
On Friday, Mrs L, that anchor who travelled along side me as I navigated life, who was always there, with a quiet word, who shared my strange humour, died of the cancer that had made her so ill this past few months.
Hopkins said the aim of Hopkins World is to “tell the stories not being told”.
She said in her first column: “When so many platforms are under the control of the Saudis, tied to fickle commercial advertisers or beholden to special interests and religious lobbyists, it is a real thrill to find a place for us to speak without censorship.
“If you hear yourself saying: ‘I’m not supposed to say this, but …’ then I am here to reassure you that you are. Your views matter. You matter.
“With this platform provided by Rebel Media, and the kind support of my sponsors, subscribers, and adversaries, we will be heard.”
My own experience is that you don’t need all that for the voices to be heard. You do if you’re to make a living doing it….
So, Eoin Clarke’s old blog now tells you how to avoid estate taxes.
If anyone has ever been immortal they have kept it a well-guarded secret, because that just isn’t how the life cycle works. Part of this cycle includes taxes and death and it is inevitable. Having established the fact that you will die, it only makes sense to start preparing now, for unforeseen events and tragedies that can leave everyone devastated should you have an untimely death. Having adequate protection for those you love is protecting their welfare from the grave through an extensive estate plan. Without estate planning, your survivors could see strangers take what was meant for them and this is would be an especially sad day for your family and loved ones.
The guys over at Stone Sallus Law say that you
This is one of those pieces written to get a bit of cash from people looking for a better Google position.
Times must be hard in the Irish feminism business then, eh?
You might want consider the Dawn of the Donald.
No, I don’t know either but it’s being done by a long term friend of this blog….
No, don’t ask, just go read it.
America was the most important thing in the world at the turn of the twentieth century, but no one knew it yet. It took World War I to demonstrate what paper tigers the European empires had become. America flipped the 19th century script and went to Belleau Wood with all the fury of a father turning the car around. When it was over, we shirked the big mantle and went back to our cornfields. We avoided the responsibilities of a great power until the hakenkreuz and the rising sun were waved right in our faces. We shrugged and rolled up our sleeves and pounded the world flat again, because that’s the way we liked it. It’s easier to drive on.
Then came the fifties. The Soviets stood there, leering over half the globe, and said they would bury us. We yawned. We had the sobriety of Eisenhower on our side. We had the muscle of finned cars rolling off assembly lines uncounted with a sunburned arm out the window on day one.
I have recently tired my hand at writing
No, I’ve checked, it was a typo. But what a lovely one, he’s trying to point out that this classical liberal thing is the way to make the poor richer, to allow the dispossessed to possess and so on and the slip from I have tried to I have tired my hand is simply lovely.
He’s not entirely right as I’m not and nor are you. But try it out, anyone capable of creating, by a slip, a phrase that I’m going to steal (and oooh, I will) is worth a try.
You’re a reader and commenter here. Could you check the email addy you use to comment here please?
It would appear that Anna Raccoon has reached the end….
Nor do entry barriers guarantee quality. Indeed, many of the faults blogs are accused of apply as much to old media, where they played out in elephantine slow motion and with a tenured complacency symptomatic of a medium blessed with too much protection from competition. Some of the most questionable analysis I have ever read came dressed in academic clothing, and is all the more dangerous for that. One paper from Sheffield academics, for example, purported to prove that Britain doled out £93bn of corporate welfare and had Labour politicians hopping with excitement. Another I recall from 2009 was an analysis issuing from a “radical” think-tank, claiming to show that childcare workers generated £7 for every pound they are paid, while advertising executives destroyed £11.
That seond was described by Giles himself as “not economics frankly” and I was one of those who leapt in upon the first.