What a herald of free enterprise!


The world’s largest cruise liner on Friday began its maiden voyage to Florida, gliding out from a shipyard in Finland with an amphitheater, basketball courts and an ice rink on board.

The 16-deck Oasis of the Seas spans 1,200 feet (360 meters) from bow to stern. Its 2,700 cabins can accommodate 6,300 passengers and 2,100 crew.

Commissioned by Royal Caribbean International, the ship cost euro1 billion ($1.5 billion) and took two and a half years to build at the STX Finland Oy shipyard in Turku, southwestern Finland.

The liner has four swimming pools, volleyball and basketball courts, and a youth zone with theme parks and nurseries for children. There is also an ice rink that seats 780 spectators and a small-scale golf course.

One teensy-weensy little thing they forgot:


Do you think it’s naughty of me to run this again?

If that one rolls, imagine what the monster will do?  Wonder why this doesn’t cross the designers’ minds?  Ho hum.

Lieberman puts what we’re thinking into words


Lieberman simply says what a lot of of us are thinking:

“There’s a hard core of partisan, passionate, hardcore Republicans.  There’s a hard core of partisan Democrats on the other side. And in between is the larger group, which is people who really want to see the right thing done, or want something good done for this country and them — and that means, sometimes, the better choice is somebody who’s not a Democrat.”

Translate that into Britpol and it comes down to people in the centre who are neither left nor right nor whatever but just feel that some things are right and some are wrong.  Delightfully vague but it does turn out that we have similar policies.

We’re concerned for our nation [in the U.S. for the constitution], for free enterprise and for freedom as far as possible within the rule of law.  We want to see common sense policies which benefit the community as a whole but are based on hard work and achievement, the feeling of satisfaction of a job well done.

Your humble correspondent is useless as a party man – he can’t toe the line decided for him by the Central Politburo.  Trouble is, he thinks for himself too much.  I know many of you reading this are the same.  I’ve been rabbiting on about our heritage but one heritage we can well do without is party politics – it’s just a circus with performing bears or it’s a club for the preselected.

My mate has the answer in my eyes – we have the technical capacity to run television ratings boxes so why can’t that transfer to politics.  On major issues such as going into or staying in the EU, we simply indicate our choice from our living rooms.  Departments run the day to day.

The pollies in Westminster are to be our servants – they work for us, just coordinating the thing in the way the electoral commissions do.  They don’t lose their jobs – they just adjust them and run the gauntlet of selection by merit as we all should do.  they have no power to curb our powers or criminalize us or any of that guff.

Simple.  🙂

Well, of course you know it’s not.  When the people are in the street next year and the pollies are running scared, what’s going to happen is that when the current system is torn down, there will be Them, in the form of the new Lenins, ready to jump up on that soapbox and lead you all against the hated oppressor, right back into the global oppression which is organized and waiting.

It’s to the EU’s advantage for unrest which will see the parliamentary system swept away and the new system ushered in so they’re not going to complain one bit.  The trick is that when the transfer of power comes, it is a genuine representative of the the people who steers the boat and not one of these 5th columnists who always pop up in induced troubled times.



And the prize for the 1000th comment on the new blog goes to:


… who commented on the post Mr. Tuttle Came to Fix my Boiler Today.

Sir, the one week yacht trip for two to Somalia is yours for the taking!

Mr. Tuttle came to fix my boiler today

main_product_10035007:30 this morning, buzzer goes – it’s the boiler man back and I never even called him. Wanted to check the boiler and see as it wer awright like.  Bled the radiators again, din ee?

“Yer pressure’s low.”

“Seems fine to me.”

“Can you do without yer boiler today? I’ll switch it off n see if the pressure drops. I’ll be back around 4.”

17:27, buzzer goes. “We can’t do it today, we’ll be round tomorra.”

“Yes but where’s the man who came here this morning?”

“He’s gonnaway fer the weekend.”

“And you think I just sit home waiting, do you?”

“Well, can you cope till Monday?”

“What’s to cope with? It’s working fine.”

“Oh, I fort it wer brokin.”

“Nope and thanks for your concern.”

Went in, turned the boiler back on and put it out of mind.