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When is racial discrimination not racial discrimination?

From the telegraph.

Hundreds more young black men are in prison than attending the country’s leading universities, the Deputy Prime Minister will warn today, as he issues a fresh call to end racial discrimination.

The Liberal Democrat leader will indicate that positive discrimination is operating in the public sector, saying that men from ethnic minorities now earn more than their white counterparts.

What on earth is Clegg implying in the first paragraph - that young black men who apply for entry to a top University are through racial prejudice sent to prison instead - or that the correct thing for a young black person who commits a crime worthy of prison is for positive discrimination to entitle him to be enrolled at a top University instead?

In the second paragraph, according to confused Clegg,  Government sponsored racial discrimination is apparently quite legal and above board if it is in favour of a member of an ethnic minority.  He doesn’t seem to appreciate that racial discrimination in favour of the ethnic minority is illegal racial discrimination against the entire ethnic majority

I find it quite frightening that any member of the British Government is allowed to hold and publicly expound such ill-considered maverick, contradictory and bigoted views and get away with it.

Lord Taylor of Warwick

From the Telegraph

Imprisoned earlier this year for defrauding the parliamentary expenses system, the peer (Lord Taylor of Warwick) must still wear an electronic tag around his ankle, meaning his legs are forbidden from leaving his house after 7.15pm.

However, despite facing several more weeks of effective house arrest, Taylor is determined to make a political comeback. Next May, he is planning to walk back into the House of Lords, take his seat on the red benches, and use his time in prison to inform debate.

Taylor, a former barrister and judge who was one of the first black members of the Lords, claimed thousands of pounds in taxpayer-funded expenses after declaring that his nephew’s house in Oxford was his “main residence” – which then allowed him to receive an overnight allowance for peers who live outside London. He also claimed expenses for travelling to Oxford.

However, he had never stayed in Oxford, residing instead at his home in Ealing, West London, and was criticised by the judge for “a protracted course of dishonesty”.

“Well I have been punished,” he said. “What I would say is that Parliament should be reflective of society. I have a role to play, something to contribute”.

Not one word of regret - just pride in and justification of his dishonesty - from this former  barrister and judge.  What a cheek!

On his website he boasts, One of my favourite verses from the Bible is from Proverbs 16 v 9: “The plans of a man are made in his mind, but the Lord directs his steps.”

Is he claiming that the Lord was his accomplice?

How about Exodus 20 v 15  “Thou shalt not steal”!

His Christian mother Enid must be turning in her grave.

Back again!

Life has been full of extra curricular activities just lately, hence the pause of blogs.
One of the activities has been my purchasing a 1000 piece jigsaw - well the television programmes are awful, aren’t they. If I didn’t get my television licence free on account of my venerable years I would have long ago dumped my television receiver and, in preference, once again exposed myself to the endless and pointless reminders sent out to non-licence holders and non-television owners by the unbelieving authorities. But there you go - instead I went out and bought myself a jigsaw to do instead of watching the television. And here is a photograph of it completed! It proved quite a challenge, and now I have the “pleasure” of breaking it into pieces again in order to start another.

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I have also been completing the radio controlled duck which I started making a couple of years ago which  presented me with one or two problems in its construction which I had to solve. However mind finally triumphed over matter and it is now complete and has been undergoing “sea trials” in the bath. At the first opportunity I will launch it on the lake and take a photograph to show you.

I have also been engaged in wind-proofing my front door against the winter gales which seemed to pass through the door as if there was nothing there.  Anyway, thanks to a canister of expanding foam, liberal applications of silicone sealant and a yard or two of sponge sheet, the whole house is now wind-proof and the ambient temperature of the living room “sans heating” is a noticeable two degrees centigrade higher than before. It should make for a snug winter here in Cumbria.

But the highlight of my blogging absence was unmistakeably my much overdue visit to my two youngest grandchildren in the Midlands, Gabriela aged seven and Jonathan aged two years and eleven months. At seven years old Gabriela is, of course, my intellectual superior, but I found Jonathan a wonderful playmate - and he me, I think. So I had an energetic few days sharing stories with Gabriela and crawling round the floor pushing cars with Jonathan and responding to his “Come on, Grandad”. We also had a trip to the park to play on the swings and roundabouts - a thoroughly good time in the delightful company of James and Kasia and Gabriela and Jonathan - and a wonderful escape from the woes of the media and politics.

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And now here we are again, clocks put back and dark nights drawing in. It seem to happen every year about this time.  The countryside is still beautiful though. Little mum used to think that too. Today, the first of November, was full of sunshine in a clear blue sky - not a cloud in sight, and I enjoyed a long walk through the countryside. Here nature is settling down for the winter and the leaves are long gone from the trees. But the air is good to breathe - cool and refreshing like a drink of water - and very often as wet as a drink of water.


Well, that is it for now.  At present I have declared my home  a media free zone so I perhaps wont go on ranting on about things as I do sometimes - well, I’ll try anyway - well for a little while perhaps. We’ll see.  Meanwhile, love to all the family.

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