Wednesday, 24 October 2007

Well, bugger me!

A caring couple of foster parents have become the latest victims of Christophobia. In the Marxist Republic of Somerset, the local social services have informed Vincent and Pauline Matherick that they are not fit people to look after children because they are not prepared to promote homosexuality to 11 year olds.

The lunatics have truly taken over the asylum, haven't they? In a sane society, people who do promote sexual behaviour (gay, straight, pigfucking, whatever) to 11 year olds are recognised as paedophiles and have their collars felt by police. Ten years of the vile, atheist New Labour government and we are fast approaching the world which George Orwell forecast in '1984', where truth is lies and lies are truth and normal is perverted and perverted is obligatory.

Would a Muslim family have been discriminated against? Silly me. They are the one group which takes priority over the homosexuals.

Footnote: I just had to find out. Somerset County Council is controlled by the Liberal Democrats. You had guessed, hadn't you?

Tuesday, 23 October 2007

'Tormented' by Andy McLaren

This is the book I have been reading over the last couple of days. It tells the story of a remarkable guy. Andy McLaren is one of my favourite footballers.

At first glance, he has had a reasonably successful career: 1 Scotland cap; 1 Scottish Cup win; a couple of runners up medals; just under 400 matches for fair-to-middling provincial teams; decent enough but hardly legend material.

Then consider this: for the majority of that career, he was binge drinking, sinking crates of Budweiser at a time and for much of it he was also on cocaine as well as other drugs. When you read what he was on, it is astonishing that he was able to function at all, let alone pursue a footballing career. Andy himself in the book estimates that for the majority of his career, he was playing to no more than 60%-70% of his potential, if that. To anyone who had the pleasure of seeing Andy anywhere near his best, it is intriguing to contemplate how phenomenally good he would have been at full fitness.

It all came to a head when he was sacked by Reading in 2000, having failed a random drugs test. A spell in the Priory followed this, which helped Andy come to terms with his alcoholism. I had the pleasure of watching him many times when he was playing for Kilmarnock: he was both fascinating and frustrating; being able to do anything with a ball, yet never being too far from self-destructing. In his book, Andy explains that being sexually abused as a child was a dark secret which ate away at him even after he had dealt with the alcoholism.

It is tragic that Andy did not achieve more in his career. He has achieved more than most players, but then most players are not fit to lace his boots. There are guys who have won 50 caps and are not fit to lace Andy's boots. However, thank God that he has survived it all: Andy says that he wants to work in some kind of counselling capacity when he hangs up his boots, and I certainly hope that he gets the opportunity to do that.

Monday, 22 October 2007

Scrapping 'right to buy'

According to the Daily Record, the SNP administration of the regional assembly in Edinburgh (sorry, Scottish Government as they now call themselves - och the noo, up yir kilt Jimmy)is planning to abolish the 'right to buy' for council and housing association homes.

I believe firmly that it is misguided. Yes, the system is abused. Yes, there is a shortage of affordable housing in many areas which has to be addressed. However, it is wrong on several counts:

1. The major problem is that single mothers are prioritised. Some girl gets herself pregnant and she is rewarded by a house in perpetuity, paid for by the taxpayer. Meanwhile, decent people on modest incomes who try to earn a living for themselves see no chance of getting on to the private housing ladder, nor any chance of a council house. If we are to solve the problem, we need to crack down on this abuse. By all means, let us have hostels for single mothers, which give them a roof over their heads and a safe environment in which to raise their bastards. But don't reward them with handouts which poor but decent people cannot even dream of.

2. Similar to the above: why are we handing out houses to so-called 'asylum seekers'?
As I wrote on 26 July, "Genuine refugees do not need council houses, social workers, outreach workers or truckloads of welfare benefits. They need a place where they will be safe from their enemies and enjoy three square meals a day. They could get this quite easily whilst locked up in a detention centre"

3. It makes the labour force less mobile, increasingly so since there is such a housing shortage. If I buy my council house (as I did), I can sell up and move to another part of the country if required by my job (as I did). If you do not have the option to buy, you as the tenant may find yourself with two options: (1) Decline an offer of work to continue living on benefits or (2) Accept an offer of work; give up the security of your home and risk ending up homeless if the job doesn't work out.

4. Most people who buy their council houses continue to live in them. In the short to medium-term it makes no difference to the supply of housing whether the houses are bought or rented. In the long-term, the house will be sold, probably for less than the average price of a private house, thereby creating a relatively low-cost opportunity for a new homeowner.

Sunday, 21 October 2007

Wasting Police Time, by PC David Copperfield

I am working my way through this excellent and terrifying book about the experiences of a modern police constable. It is obvious that the legal system in this country is such an utter shambles that, rather than expressing surprise or concern about crime levels, we should maybe express wonder that our society is as relatively peaceful as it is. Like every public 'service' these days, the police are over-run with pen-pushers more interested in preserving jobs for themselves and their ilk rather than actually serving the public.

Absolutely delighted, of course, that having left the police here PC Copperfield is off to begin a new law enforcement career in Canada. Lucky blighter!