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10. Moosh corner

9. Report on the treasonous bstds

8. The Reform problem

The way I see it is … this is a traditionally safe Labour constituency, though more moneyed types have been filtering in, as have “guests from sunnier climes”. A vote for a proper candidate is usually wasted, a noble gesture. No matter. On the day, I’ll stroll up there, looking out for “guests with blades” along the way, look at the ballot paper, ignore the dross, leaving one or maybe two. I plan to decide there and then.

7. Two I noticed at The Daily Sceptic (blogrolls)

a. In parts of rural Ireland, there is a tradition that local men will come together to dig the grave, with an occasional pause for a tot of whiskey, of their departed neighbour. They might not even have known them well, but there is a deeply felt sense that, “This is me. This is the respect I would like.” I’ve never dug a grave, but I imagine that making a six-foot hole with a spade is back-breaking work. Few things could be less convenient. But here is service, duty and meaning in a life, whether well lived or not, that we should all aspire to. The idea that we should all just slip away quietly is inhuman. Every human society, in every time and place, has made a fuss when one of their number has died. I want a fuss. You can keep your Simple Send-off.

b. Although (our son) has been at the college for less than a year, he (and we as parents) have noticed extreme Left-wing agendas and beliefs being pushed onto the students. Many, if not most, of the students either swallow it unthinkingly – hook, line and sinker – or go along with it, simply going through the motions to (as they may hope) move on to other topics. For better or for worse (you decide), our son is in neither of those camps; instead, he highlights inconsistencies and failures in the belief systems being pushed, generally getting himself into a regular pickle because of it.