>Kurt, you’re such a prick…

>Kurt Beck, Premier of the State of Rhineland-Palatinate and would-be Chancellor, has done it again.

Not content with making a fool of himself by claiming that nuclear power generates more greenhouse gases than burning coal, he’s neglected to learn how markets work and the impact thereon of variable and fixed taxes.

Fuel prices here are horrendous – around €1.40 litre which works out at (get this..) $8.50 – in words: eight dollars and fifty cents – a US gallon.

Most of it’s tax.

There’s a flat tax of €.70 a litre and on top of that (plus the producer price) a further 19% GST. ( Taxes on taxes. Nice scam…)

So even if Shell gave the stuff away for FREE, you’d STILL be paying €0.83 a litre.

Or 5 bucks a gallon.

Someone came up with the idea of easing the pain (which – as you can imagine – is quite tangible…) by winding back the GST windfall by – say – 10¢ a litre.

Finance Minister wouldn’t miss it – he hadn’t planned his budget with it, anyway.

And Kurt says:

“There’s no point in cutting the fuel price by 10¢. The multis will increase their prices straight away to compensate for it…”

Here’s a picture, Kurt
No big words.

Just a picture.

We’re talking about the BLUE bits, Kurt.

Not the ORANGE bits.

Not the GREY bits.

The BLUE bits.

The money that your mate, the Finance Minister, gets as GST and that keeps increasing along with the price of a barrel of Brent.

Now, the BLUE bits get bigger because the ORANGE bits get bigger ,because more people want oil and are prepared to pay more for it.

You can’t DO anything about the orange bits, Kurt.

That’s called market forces.

Was that too difficult, Kurt?

Didn’t think so.

Now go and stand in the corner and just be quiet

Please.

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>Free Lance…

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War spoils accepted as down-payments,

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>Brainy people think differently

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I know someone who’s a moderately famous nuclear scientist. (If they name an element after you, I assume the “moderately famous” tag is appropriate. Even if its half-life is only 22 seconds…….)

We were around there for dinner the other evening and the candles on the table – – same height – extinguished within seconds of each other.

“Hmmm” he says. “I wonder why that happened”

I ventured the theory that the house was slowly filling with carbon dioxide, that the candles are an elegant alternative to canaries in mine shafts and that we should perhaps stand on the chairs in an attempt to survive.

“That’s not a good idea” he said “That’ll just make matters worse. You’ll be putting your head deeper into the gas cloud”

Despite my dire and unsuccessful attempts in the distant past to succeed at chemistry, I’m pretty sure that carbon dioxide is heavier than air.

With some trepidation, I said so.

“Carbon is 12, oxygen is 16 times 2 is 32, total of 44 – you’re RIGHT” he said.

That’s the difference between brainy people and the rest of us.

We have to memorise stuff like that.

They can work it out in their heads if they need to.

Murray Gell-Mann facetiously describes the “Feynman Problem Solving Algorithm” thus:

1. Write down the problem
2. Think very hard
3. Write down the answer

Same thing, really…

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>There ain’t half been some clever bastards…

>When I’m in the UK, I seem to have this mantra.

“Stupid bloody Poms. Stupid bloody Poms. Stupid bloody Poms“

You’re constantly encountering dumb rules, imbecilic shop assistants, officious civil servants, illegible signs and basic, grinding thickness.

But sometimes, you think “There ain’t half been some clever bastards”

(Ian Dury thought so, too.)

Take the Oyster system for public transport in London.

Buy the card, load it up and wave it over the sensor when you enter and leave an Underground station or bus.

Deducts the fare from the card, works out the cheapest fare or combination during any travel day and caps it at that charge.

Contactless. Simple. Brilliant.

Go shopping at M & S and use the self-service checkout.

Quick as a flash, good ergonomic layout, pay with credit card within seconds.

I’d say – conservatively – that it’s twice as fast as the ones I use in Germany

Ain’t half been some clever bastards…..

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>Mixed with yellow Chinkees….

>London.
1969.

Ah, what blissfully innocent times they were….

You could write lyrics like

Curly Latin kinkies
Mixed with yellow Chinkees


and no-one would bat an eyelid.

(Well, they wouldn’t, would they? This is the culture that gave us “The Life of Brian”…)

These days, you’d have the ACLU, the Teachers’ Union and every bastard and his brother (oops, sibling – don’t want to get flamed for sexism) ranting and raving.

And then

Rabbis and the friars
Vishnus and the gurus
We got the Beatles or the Sun God
Well, it really doesn’t matter what religion you choose


The Beatles? A religion?!

That’ll do to bring on the Vatican and loony Religious Right, burning records and putting hexes on everyone involved.

Blue Mink.

“Melting Pot”

You take some session musicians, a song writing team responsible (yes, RESPONSIBLE, as in “responsible for war crimes “) for “
I’d like to teach the world to sing“, some flippant, warm fuzzies lyrics and end up at No 3 in the charts and stay in the Top 10 for months.

And what a pedigree the band had:

Madeleine Bell: Went to the UK as a performer in “Black Nativity”, session singer with Dusty Springfield, Cliff Richard, Tom Jones, Scott Walker, Long John Baldry, Joe Cocker, Elton John….

Roger Cook: Half of “David and Jonathon” (“”Michelle” cover? No? OK…), half of Cook-Greenaway with hit after hit after hit, the only British songwiter to be inducted into the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame.

Herbie Flowers: Bass line on Lou Reed’s “Walk on the wild side“, Bowie’s “Space Oddity” and Harry Nilson’s “Jump into the fire” (although this is Robin Zander’s version), member of Alexis Korner’s CCS and T. Rex.

Alan Parker: Guitar on Donovan’s “Hurdygurdy Man“

If you lump it all together
Well, you’ve got a recipe for a get-along scene

As the song goes

It’s got all the right hooks, chord changes, bridges, base lines, off-the-beat drum stuff, swelling organ.(Eh?…)

Formula pop.

Never been done better.

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>Blogging – A Definition

>People with nothing to say writing for people with nothing to do

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>Blokes and sheds

>For those of you who may not be fully aware of what we do:

  • We go to someone’s shed, about once a month, about 7pm

  • The bloke shows us what’s in his shed, or what he’s done; doing, or wants to do

  • We decide whose shed we visit next month

  • We go home about 9pm.


From the Mapua Coastal News.

I think we’re moving to the right kind of place…

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>I’m very sorry about this… #5

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>Make mine a double

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Most countries have laws to protect littlies against the the double demons of alcohol and nicotine.

(Some places even go to the other extreme, but that’s another story…)

Ursula von der Leyen, Germany’s Family Minister (and – with 7 kids – eminently well qualified for the job) came up with a useful policing idea.

By the media and political reaction, it also appears to be quite novel, in that no-one in the past appears to have thought to find out how kids are getting the stuff, but anyway..)

You recruit kids who are marginally under the legal age for purchasing fags and booze, team them up with a grown-up (who lurks about in the background with the handcuffs) and send them out to see if retail outlets are IDing adequately.

Bloody hell!

You would have thought she was sending them off to child slavery or into the clutches of the neighbourhood paedophile.

“Outrageous! Corrupting our children!” Wuggawugga. Rant Rant

So the chattering classes all agreed it wasn’t a good idea, Ursula took the idea back to the drawing board and things have quietened down.

I see an opportunity here.

I have a bit of time on my hands and I wouldn’t mind drifting around, trying to buy alcohol and cigarettes and seeing if I get IDed.

Might even get some free samples.

So I shall be applying to Ursula for one of these unfilled jobs.

If they turn me down, I’ll sue on the grounds of age discrimination.

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>Hype

>All this organic crap is started to get on my tits.

New organic supermarket opened in town the other day and it’s all very nice and shiny and they have organic cosmetics and pencils made from happy trees, but I really don’t think that the organic chantarelles have to be dried out, mouldy and generally shitty-looking and no, I don’t believe you when you say that the ginger from China you’re charging a premium for is organic.

I don’t believe that ANYTHING from China is organic.

I can’t prove this, but I think it’s your job to demonstrate to me that you’re serious.

Organic fucking pencils….

It’s even worse in the UK.

I have before me a packet of Organic Milk Chocolate & Toffee from Marks and Spencer.

It says “These sophisticated (Realspeak: expensive) biscuits have been specially baked for us (Realspeak:We have a contract with the bakery) by a Scottish (Realspeak: benefiting from the EU structural subsidies) firm still owned and managed by the founding family (Realspeak: set up in 2006 and privately owned by a venture capitalist), by the banks of the Spey river (Realspeak: cost-effective effluent management.)

Looking closely at the ingredients, I learn that everything’s organic except those asterisked, “indicating permitted non-organic ingredients of non-agricultural origins.

There are a lot of asterisks.

And please don’t ask me to believe that palm oil is organic.

Grant me that much intelligence.

Please.

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