The Border on the border

I was watching the news on tv with my dad, I love doing that because he tends to shout at the screen more often, it’s so funny. So on the news it said that there is this thing going on between the two Koreas. The lads up in the North are getting cranky over the lads down in the South playing games with some American lads – did I get that right? So why won’t they let the Northerners play? What sort of game is it? I hope it involves a ball or tug rope.

Seriously though, I have got a toe on the geopolitical pulse. If my neighbour was messing about in his garden, banging on the fence, shouting insults and occasionally showing his bare backside atop the fence – wouldn’t I want to jump over said fence and sink my teeth in said bare backside? (I just want it known that this is a hypothetical scenario, my nieghbours are not the type of people who would show off their backsides, bare or not.)

All I am saying is: STOP WINDING THEM UP! They’re paranoid enough, they have a new boss who might not be politically astute and is possibly unused to diplomacy and, if truth be told, is a cartoonists dream. Scale down the war games and stop flying planes that are capable of dropping nuclear weapons so close to the border. The US spat their dummy out in the sixties and nearly pushed the button when the Soviets were going to place missiles in Cuba, they know what it is like to be threatened.

Ask yourself this: do you need me to go and sort this mess out? Do you really want this Border on that border?

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By the way, anyone who reads my dad’s blog will know that one of his family has published a book on Amazon called Crystal Healing and the Human Energy Field by Marion McGeough from the British Academy of Reiki. Click that link today and you can still get it for free. All she asks in return is that you write a review for it on Amazon, tweet a link, like it on facebook, blog about it or reblog this post. Thanks.

Right that’s it my friends, I hear there’s trouble brewing in the living room between the collies so I’d better go sort it out. Peace.

Bones the financial advisor

I can’t get my head around the world of finance. On the news they talk about stocks and shares, the cost of borrowing, interest rates, inflation and a debt crisis. I’m trying very hard to follow this and, I think, doing a pretty admirable job for a puppy. Then something always comes along that stumps me:

All these billions of dollars, pounds, yen, euros etc that change hands on the world’s stock exchanges don’t really exist. It’s just pieces of paper or numbers on a computer, it’s not real money. So how come everyone is so enslaved by this rubbish?

Countries are so weighed down by imaginary debt that their imaginary economies collapse, yet real skins suffer. The collapse causes a ripple effect which causes other imaginary economies to suffer because they lent imaginary money to the first country’s banks. This spreads wider and before you know it the world is facing a crisis both real and imaginary and everyone suffers.

You’re told the banks are so important that you need to put your hand in your pocket to pay for their mistakes, when their greed made them implode. You gladly gave them the money to prop them up. Now get prepared for them to dance the same steps again.

Now this might be a bit of a mad idea, and forgive me for this because I’m only a dog and it’s not really any of my business, but wouldn’t it be better just to set the gauge back to zero? Just wipe everyone’s slate clean. Skins, it’s not real! The bankers are ruining the world for you and you are taking it without asking why? Would the world suddenly stop if we said stop this imaginary paper trading and went back to proper trading? You know like they used to do since you monkeys first swung out of the trees and said to another monkey, “I’ll swap this pointy stick for one of your bananas.”

Rich skins are gambling with imaginary currency and bringing down entire nations, who suffers? You! You are enslaved by evil skins who push you around their chess boards and with a single tap on a keyboard can ruin your life forever. They give you a few luxuries such as a car, a stereo, a Blu-Ray player and a holiday in the costa del sol for a week or two and tell you to be grateful.

They show you pictures of poor skins starving in a distant land and tell you to be glad you’re better off than them, spare a few coins and go to bed happy that you have made a difference. What they don’t tell you is why these skins are suffering. They don’t tell you that the IMF and World Bank have made them borrow so much that their entire GDP can only pay for the interest each year, modern slavery. They don’t tell you that western governments support despots who pillage their own countries and commit horrific acts on their own citizens, and you pay for the arms that maintain this evil. Western governments do this to stop good skins from standing up and saying No! Good skins who would nationalize their country’s resources and use the money to feed and educate their skins, to build infrastructure and provide even the most basic human rights.

It’s your turn to say “NO!!!” Use the internet to educate yourself, find out what crimes are being committed by the elite. Start asking questions, start voting for change, start taking control of your own destiny, start demanding the freedom that is your right and should be held sacred. Start writing letters, start spreading the word, you can make a difference.

You are not alone.

But then I’m just a dog, what do I know?

 

 

End of the age of innocence?

My dad is a grumpy skin at the best of times, but watching the coverage of the riots on the news has made him even more grumpy than usual. He sat there shaking his head and muttering “what has happened to my country?”

Growing up he was no angel, so I hear; he was never averse to getting into trouble but he was never a bad skin. It was a bunch of lads who would go out at night and have a punch-up with another bunch of lads from a neighbouring estate. At no time did any of them smash windows, steal cars, mug anyone, rob houses or attack any “non-combatant”. It was just kids stuff, nobody ever got hurt. Their favourite part was probably running and hiding when the police turned up. Boys will be boys after all.

He watches the news now in disbelief at the rampage that is unfolding on Britain’s streets. This isn’t kids stuff, although the great majority should be at home, tucked up in bed. Their parents don’t know where they are or what they’re doing and, I guess, don’t really care.

Dad has never argued against direct action if it has a legitimate political motive, with defined and justifiable ends. This does not include rioting, damaging the property of skins who have worked their whole lives to get it, property destroyed by stupid skins who have never worked a day in their lives. These riots that are spreading like a rash across this country are not politically motivated though, it is motivated by greed and a lust for criminality that can in no way be excused by community leaders bleating a pale defence: “oh the poverty and deprivation, the police this, the government that…..” Yes there are problems for young people to face but there always have been. There is no excuse.

This has been coming since the 80’s, the “greed is good” culture telling us that we can never be satisfied with what we’ve got. The dismantling of heavy industry and manufacturing has meant the end, in some areas, of community life and spirit.

The lack of parenting skills are evident as parents who don’t give a damn issue kids who give even less of a damn. A downward spiral. The lack of discipline at home and in the schools mean the kids are growing up wilder every year as they seek to outdo each other as criminals. Their only role models being these so-called plastic “gangstas” on MTV, glorifying violence and assuring them that the only way to get “respeck” is by being the worst, most inhumane thug possible.

A downward spiral that coincided with the decision to end corporal punishment in schools and at home, they will do what the hell they want because there is nobody who can do a thing to stop them.

Where will it end dad?