Slavery and Citizens

Just a brief thought. We seem to assume that because we are here, living and resident, that we should also be citizens.

That’s not always been the case. Perhaps there’s room for discussion about the rights and responsibilities of being a citizen.


Film Theatre

Went to the local Ipswich Film Theatre to see Alone in Germany a moving film (read the Wikipedia link for the plot of this true story.

Emma Thomson plays the wife – convincingly.

I found parallels in this harrowing tale with the world we are now creating.

A Good Weekend

It was a good weekend. I was quiet, saw the Carnival, heard the fireworks,   watched TV in the evening when I should have been mixing in with the local festivities. Never mind – the BBC had two programmes supporting anarchy. Very well done.

Fun ahead next week at the Peace News Summer Camp at Diss, Suffolk. See you there. Good food, interesting discussions, be part of a growing movement.

Sizewell C: first thoughts

I wrote about the new Sizewell way back in the year. There was a Consultation Document – since then – nothing. What is happening now? It’s time to ask.

Two reactors in Suffolk, planned.

Consultation document allows us to respond until 3rd February 2017. It is produced by EDF the chosen contractor, which is an unusual step for a building project. I’ve not seen any information from the client.

Chances for older men

medical robotThink of this as a business opportunity for old gits. Get to a certain age and at least 35% of old men can no longer perform. There’s no need to fully describe what’s happened: it just doesn’t stand up to scrutiny any more.

Talking to female friends I sense that they are secretly pleased. All that testosterone pumping and wild abandon no longer appeals to many older ladies. In fact they tend to give up altogether. Why not? They have ruined their bodies producing kids, blown their minds accommodating the needs of a moronic man. They look forward to a little time for themselves. In any case most men have little time left. How many old men do you see in retirement homes?

That leaves the impotent older man in a dilemma. His sexual partner is no longer satisfied by him (if she ever was). She realises that he will not improve, certainly not if she keeps feeding him food that contains chemical residues. It is now just being understood that our water supply is polluted. Fifty years of ‘the pill’ has seen to that. It is not removed by our normal s sewerage systems. Men are becoming more feminine as a result. Impotence is directly related.

One solution could work. Men should admit that they are no longer capable. They are not ‘real men’. Many women will be pleased to hear that news. The man should now offer suitable ‘services’ to his partner.

It could be something simple like more cuddles, more sympathy, or that he just listened to her occasionally. She should also be offered more freedom. He has no right to demand that she cooks, cleans and obeys him. He must understand the role change, perhaps even the role reversal.

As usual sexual problems are seen as only affecting men. The industry is now providing a range of sex toys for men who cannot get satisfaction. Why they don’t just relax is, apparently, not a question to ask.

Should I now prepare a nationwide team who can offer a range of romantic services for women: ranging from a smile to erotic massage, but not ever considering full sexual penetration? Let me know if I’ve struck a gold mine!


Relax wth a Suffolk

Vee with foalWhen it all gets too much I return to my roots, to the comforting parts of my childhood. The world has changed and I miss the security I had as a child. In those days I lived with my parents in a small cottage on the top of a hill. It was the last house on the road out of town. The land dropped away to form a long valley, with a small stream at its base giving just a hint of its history.

On the opposite side of this valley was a small village. Facing us on their side of the valley was a large brewery, a successful local brewery, which was eventually taken over by a large chain, and closed. During my youth they had a team of Suffolk Punch horses that pulled the drays around town, delivering beer.

During the winter these lovely giants were kept on a field beside my house. As a child, with an orchard of apple trees in the garden, I became good friends with these lovely creatures. It was a daily task to take them an apple. They would stand patiently beside a five-barred gate, watching the world go by, occasionally flicking their tails or nodding their heads to push the flies away.

By the time I was six I had courage. I could do anything. I stood on the top bar as one of the horses approached the gate. As it swung round I jumped on its back, hanging on to its flowing mane. It was fine for a minute or two as the horse munched away at the apple I’d obliging left on the top of the gate. That didn’t take long and I was shocked when the horse moved away towards the centre of the field.

There I was, high in the air. These shire horses were huge. The ground was a long way down. Slowly I overcame my fear, as my mother came into the field with more apples. We had a small pony at that time, which my mother hitched up to a trap and went off to market on Saturday, with Elsie, our neighbour. We’d had a few scrapes with this flighty creature, which although small had shown me how powerful (and skitty when handled badly – sorry Mum) horses could be.

It became a regular jaunt, and we’d plod around the field. It could never be called riding. The horse was in control. Most of the time its head was down as it munched grass, and I held on the mane until tired of it all I’d slide down its neck to the ground. Wonderful placid creatures.

There’s a Young Offenders Prison near me. At one time they had a stable of Suffolk Punch and young prisoners, many from towns and cities, aggressive and abusive, were encouraged to look after these horses. It was wonderful training. The horses quietly told them they were in charge. They could not be bullied or threatened but, at the same time, they were helpless. They needed the boys to clean them, to feed them, prepare their tack if they were to work together. It was a fantastic training facility.

So it was closed, by the government, to save money. A tragedy.

It was taken over by the Suffolk Punch Trust who were then faced with looking after these magnificent animals but there was now a bigger threat, With less than 300 breeding mares in the world this shire horse, as a breed, could become extinct.

Thankfully the trust, with others, is ensuring that numbers are now improving. They are also providing a great day out. Deep in the Suffolk countryside you can see the horses, and other animals: rare breed black pigs, red poll cattle, Ixworth white chickens and much more are to be found on this 200-acre site.

Find time to visit.

My youngest grand-child has adopted ‘Vee’ the mare shown above. Both her great-grandmothers were called Vera, often shortened to ‘Vee’ so it maintains a sentimental link.

Positive Money

Positive MoneyDemocracy is a fragile concept.Expecting the majority to agree is probably impossible. Expecting any group to be vigilant against those who would exploit the system for their personal gain is a malaise of the modern age. We have lost our sense of community,

Money is the root of all evil, so it is said. It need not be that way. Money after all is worthless, of tself. It does however given power to those who control it.

The biggest weakness we now have is that the banks (all now multi-nationally controlled) control the issue of cash. Not helped by the Bank of England who created hundreds of millions, which they then handed this huge sum to the banks as  quantitative easing (a simple way of reducing the value of the pound in your pocket) (watch the videos at which explain how the banks control your money.

I joined up with local people, here in the depths of Suffolk, to see if there was any way we could help. It was a successful initial meeting, and we were alll in agreement with the aims and objectives of Positive Money. It is clear that many people shared our concerns about the monetary system.

What now seems apparent is that change is needed. We raised several issues, and talked about solutions that have been suggested. One of the biggest is the Robin Hood Tax Also known as a Financial Transactions Tax (FTT), a Robin Hood Tax is a tiny tax of about 0.05% on transactions like stocks, bonds, foreign currency and derivatives, which could raise up to £250 billion a year globally. FTTs are well-tested, cheap to implement and hard to avoid.

Another option is to award everyone a basic income; a periodic cash payment unconditionally delivered to all on an individual basis, without means-test or work requirement. That need not be expensive as the money will be recorculated .

A few years ago I started Iceni Bank – one of my many failed initiatives (think the world is waiting for me to die!). I want to create small,locally-based, banks.The system works well in Germany, where the Sparkasse These banks offer a range of financial services. There are about 600 separate banks, all independent, that cannot be taken over. The system handles about 60% of Germany’s GDP.

We need to change. With our banks controlling our financial systems we are being used as cash cows, but getting back only a small portion of our resources. It must be changed, particularly as we are about to leave Europe, and will be alone. Too much control has been handed over to those who do not have our best interests at heart.

Hopefully our local group will grow. If you want to know more, contact me.

What Now?

the futureThe recently appointed Matron of the Conservative Party is putting on a brave face. She’s even appointed the obnoxious little tyke to look after the farmers and the land. It’s not going to work, but they will be OK. IT is the people that will lose.

I’ve been very concerned abut the lack of real discussion about our future. It’s a clear example of te dichotomy in our society. Those worrying sbout Brexit are quite right to do so, as we are now intertwined with the rest of Europe. If we’d spent more time involved with Europe instead of making enemies perhaps we’d not want to leaver now, but that’s no longer relevant. Nobody seems to have taken the longer wider view.

Put bluntly we are now on our own.

Not really a problem. The British have stood alone against the world before. Except that most of the assets of this country are now foreign-owned. Half of British businesses are not owned by us. Our laws allow this to happen. They need to be sharpened. There’s talk of renationalising our utilities and infrastructure. When you take the profits that are leaked away from the UK as a result of this foreign-ownership there would not be much of a deficit left.

Spit milk. What do we do now?

A plan is needed. The first part is to engender a spirit of togetherness. We must work together. Buying British is a vital first step. Ensuring that all contracts have British participants. Creating a network of banks. The investment bank suggested by the Labour Party is as good start but a network of local banks, based on the German Sparkasse system, is vital.

This government will struggle. There are dangers, and our fisheries may be the first victims. We need to control our waters. At present they are plundered by our Eutropean neighbours. That must stop. We need that food.