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Thanks to Dave and John.
This is just a reminder that the UK isn’t the only country being run by the inmates of a madhouse. Read on and you’ll understand why…
It seems that the UK government gave £225 million of our money to a company with capital of £100, owned by a friend of Liz Truss, to pay for medical-grade masks which unfortunately are hopelessly inadequate for the task and cannot be used.
All of this was done with no tendering process. Just handed to the company as easily as if Ms Truss had been off buying some of her famous British cheese.
Happily, it appears Jo Maugham is on the case.
But can you imagine the unionists if this had been the Scottish Government and not the English one?
…Or if this had been the other way around…
If you only have one day as First Minister (titters) and your first priority is to get tough on ‘Gypsy Travellers’, what does that make you?
If you find it hard to answer that, you may wish to reflect on some of his other decisions previously mentioned on this blog:
So, he doesn’t like “Gypsy Travellers” nor does he like gay rights, or indeed any other human rights and he doesn’t believe in equality.
He also doesn’t like the EU, and despite the Scottish people voting relatively strongly to remain in the EU, he doesn’t want their parliament to have any say in negotiations on them being the only nation in the UK being dragged out of Europe against their will.
He also doesn’t want the Scottish parliament to have any more powers. That is interesting as what it really means is that he wants the London parliament, which is a predominantly Engish parliament, to decide stuff for Scotland, rather than the Scottish parliament, which is an exclusively Scottish affair.
He’s against taxing banks which make massive profits and which only 10 years ago cost us so incredibly dearly…every one of us. He seems, too, to be a climate change denier, which is, if you don’t mind me saying so, a pretty dumb thing to be.
So what is he for, you might well ask.
Well clearly, he wants the NHS reformed and I’m guessing that means sold off to whoever will pay most for it, regardless of what they do with it. And he is keen to reduce the services you get from your local council and hopes to do this by reducing their funding.
All-in-all, he sounds like a right nasty piece of work.
Of course, he cannot actually take any part in running Scotland at the moment, because he isn’t an MSP. So, presumably, his deputy will be running things until such time as he makes the top of the list somewhere where he will certainly be elected. After all, that is what deputies do, isn’t it?
That would have made for some entertaining exchanges at First Minister’s Questions, but it seems, alas, that that entertainment is to be denied us.
Because, I can only imagine that Annie has her hands full with other things, although what exactly, I’m not sure, unless it’s her friend from their holiday, erm I mean fact-finding trip, in Israel.
Because it is rumoured that we are to be paid an inestimable honour. Yes, the Right Honourable, Noble and Gallant Aristocrat has stepped up to the plate to save Annie some time in her, …erm busy, …erm schedule.
Amazingly, Her Aristocraticness’s situation must have changed since that Blue Blood transfusion, and suddenly she has found herself capable of being an MSP, running FMQs, attending to her aristocratic duties in London, like a proper Lady, and looking after her son, which only a few short months ago was the only thing she could find time for.
Of course, with her elevation, it is possible she has managed to engage a nanny. Mr Rees Mogg had one going spare, I heard.
If you are over 50 and live in England, you’ll be relieved to know that they’ve dropped this scatterbrained idea.
What is it with symbolism and the Brits?
This summer, this spitfire will fly over hospitals in England to say thank you to the NHS.
How about they just fund the service and try not to sell it off to the highest bidder?
Because, to be honest, I imagine the NHS staff will be a bit too busy to go out looking for planes flying over to say thank you.
The French government just gave employees of L’Assurance Maladie a pay rise.
Novel idea, forking out money for something that isn’t all show, eh?
Labour’s Sarah Smith tweeted a couple of days ago that it was a nonsense that Philip May was knighted for being there for Mrs May. She also mentioned that Dennis was knighted too (although his was actually hereditary so that her idiot son would one day inherit).
There were a few glaring errors in her argument.
Firstly, if the way to reward people for doing their reasonably well-paid jobs is to hand them some out-dated title in a ridiculous 18th century, Jacob Rees Mogg, kind of way, whatever title is given to a man, is automatically also given to his wife. Note, Mrs May is now Lady May, whether she uses the title or, like Mrs Thatcher, not.
When Harold Wilson and Jim Callaghan, like good socialists that they were, went to the House of Lords, their spouses became “Ladies” whereas Dennis Thatcher would have remained Mr Thatcher. So she was obliged to give her husband his hereditary K so that he would have a title too. It matters to this kind of person.
Even in royalty, a woman who marries a prince becomes a princess and then on marriage, the prince also becomes a duke so she becomes a duchess. But a man who marries a princess remains whatever he was prior to the marriage. On occasions, the man will accept an honorary title from the queen… Tony Armstrong Jones (Earl) or Angus Olgivie (K)… but it is never a royal title and they don’t get to use HRH, unlike Kate Middleton or Megan Markle… and they are not afforded the courtesy of courtiers and others bowing to them.
But dear old Sarah the Socialist’s bigger faux pas was to forget that her own mother was given a peerage after the death of Sarah’s father, John Smith, who led Labour just prior to Blair and who died in post in 1994.
Ooops, red face, Sarah, although in fairness, she later acknowledged it …
Guest Post by Kangaroo
Thanks to Dave and Dave
I spent yesterday clearing the furniture out of my mother’s house. I had mentioned elsewhere to John, in connection with that, that charity shops wouldn’t take books. He said he could remember from his youth that ‘library books had a warning on the pocket where the card went: “Please report any infectious diseases immediately before returning this book” or words to that effect. Perhaps back then, TB or whatever diseases were prevalent in Scotland could be passed on through book exchange. Munguinites would probably be able to give us the whole story behind that”.’
So there’s a wee challenge. Does anyone remember anything about that?
Thanks to DonDon, Devo for Indy, Dave, John.