Monday, November 16, 2015

Post Paris Terror Thoughts

I had planned to write about several stories which had appeared in last week’s news but that plan changed after the tragic events in Paris last Friday evening.

It goes without saying no words can sufficiently condemn the actions of the perpetrators and whilst any attack like this is indefensible, it’s somehow all the worse when you consider it seemed to be deliberately aimed at the younger generation.

Equally as worrying though is the reaction to the bombings and the number of knee-jerk reactions, from many different perspectives, many of which play into the hands of extremists.

Let’s look at some of the issues in more detail.

Islam is to blame for these attacks
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This is simple to debunk, Islam is not to blame for these attacks. Islam is used as a “justification”, an excuse by these terrorists. The so-called jihadists have no more to do with mainstream Islam than, for example, the Ku Klux Clan has to do with mainstream Christianity.

Yet people are quick to vilify all Muslims because of the actions of a small minority.

More fundamentally, although it’s probably not the best word to use in these circumstances, I despair that any form of religion still has a place at all in the 21st century.

Yes, religion and the existence of a form of god or higher being had a “justification” when what happens in the natural world cannot easily be explained.  However, those days are long gone and most, if not all, of these so called “mysteries” can now be explained by science, especially was we gather an understanding of quantum physics.

I despair that I live in a country where we have an established church and it is intrinsically tied in with how the country is run. I find it incredulous that bishops, who earn a very generous stipend and often live in luxury palaces, are afforded a role in Government just because they promulgate some myth about sky fairies.

I am offended that Christian churches preach about looking after the poor yet both the Church of England and Roman Catholic churches are holders of incredible, indeed obscene, wealth which does not find its way to the poor who need help. How many starving Bishops are there, how many Bishops live in poverty? They are all hypocrites, although – to his credit – the current Pope does seem to be trying to address it, although he is doomed to fail and it would not surprise me at all if he “passed away” before too much “damage” was done to the way of life of the Curia, which makes the Mafia look like pussy cats by comparison.

I’m of the generation where I was indoctrinated as a child at school. The Christian story, and story is what it is, was taught as fact – you could not, were not allowed to, argue against or question it. The Bible, we were taught, was fact – rubbish, it’s a collection of “morality” tales no more or less valid than a book like Aesop’s Fables.   

I wonder how many people realise two of the four Gospels in the new testament were written some 300 years after the events they set out to contemporaneously relate? How many of the books of the New Testament were written to fit in with the political climate of the time and to secure the dominant positions of the early leaders of the church?

As a child I fell for the story hook, line and sinker to the extent I even used to go to church.

Eventually I saw through the fairy stories, the myths and hypocrisy.  Not long after I left the church the hypocrisy was underlined when the assistant curate at the church I attended ended up being a guest of Her Majesty because of his penchant of putting boys over his knee and spanking their bare backsides, using his “trusted” role to gain access to his victims.

Of course, IS and their likes want the bombings to lead to more Islamophobia and they see it as “justification” for their existence. It’s a case, in their eyes, of it being the world against Islam. Every anti-Muslim post, every anti-Muslim article, every anti-Muslim tweet plays into the hands of these sick people.

Perversely, it also plays into the hands of right wing extremists in this country, the likes of the self-styled Britain First, who want to foster discord in society and yet, not as bad as IS, they are potentially just as, if not more, dangerous. 

Migrants are to blame for the Paris bombings

This is an area where there is no black or white answer, indeed it’s a horrible murky grey issue but it’s an issue being exploited by both sides.

Most of those coming to Europe are genuine migrants, fleeing the civil war in Syria. Be it fleeing the Assad regime or the so called IS. However, it is also abundantly clear there are those who are not genuine refugees, in the internationally legally defined meaning of a refugee. Some are economic migrants and it is naïve in the extreme to assume the exodus is not being used as cover by terrorists.

The problem is how do you identify who falls into which category?

The more worrying problem is we, in Europe, are now too late to do anything about it, the door has been opened, the genie has been let out of the bottle.

What should have happened, and I realise this will offend the lovey-dovey lefties, is all those wanting refugee status should have been put in camps in the first safe country they arrived in and they should have then processed individually with full background checks carried out. Yes, it would have taken a long time and it would put pressure on receiving countries but with international support it could have been managed.

Now we have absolutely no idea who is roaming free in Europe, not helped by the EU open border policy.

Of course many have latched onto this on social media.

Some are calling for the demonization and expulsion of all migrants – this is not the answer. It’s not physically possible and in the case of genuine refugees it just compounds their situation and it more likely to fester more discontent and play into the hands of the terrorists.

Equally as dangerous as calling for the expulsion of migrants is arguing none of these “migrants” can be terrorists.

A friend of mine shared a post on Facebook yesterday which naively attempted to debunk the idea one of the bombers could have been a migrant. I’m hoping the friend, who is a very intelligent person, who shared it did so to show the stupidity of the argument, rather than endorsing the sentiments.

Anyone who says or believes no terrorists came in with the migrants is sadly deluded.

It doesn’t need to be a large number of the migrants, even a couple of dozen out of the tens of thousands is enough to wreak havoc. To deny the possibility is simply dangerous and absurd. 

Why the focus on Paris when there are bombings throughout the world?

This has been a common theme on social media.

Of course there is more of a focus on the bombings in Paris throughout Europe – when something happens in your own back yard it is more significant, it’s more personal.

I’ve been to Paris, I love Paris, I’ve eaten on the terrace of a French restaurant more times than I care to remember, it could have been me.

This attack could have happened anywhere in Europe, it’s just unfortunate it was Paris, it could have been Brussels, Berlin, London even Milton Keynes where I live.

Those in the Western World can relate more closely to events in Paris, most of us recognise it could easily have been us or our loved ones involved – it’s more personal.

It doesn’t mean we don’t care about those killed in other terrorist attacks – however we only have so much compassion we can give, if we spent our entire lives worrying about every single victim throughout the world we would be jabbering wrecks.

I also wonder how many of those arguing the case for treating other terrorist victims the same way are making the point as if to say “look at me, aren’t I compassionate?”

Compassion is not measured by the wearing your heart on your sleeve.

Comparisons have been made with bombings in Beirut and Baghdad in the days either side of the Paris attacks. Yes it is sad people have died in those attacks and their lives are no less valuable than those lost in Paris.

Thankfully it’s rare for such atrocities to occur in Europe, however – and it’s a reflection of how humans react - if there were bombings in Europe on a near daily basis it would soon stop becoming headline news – it’s news because it is exceptional in the context of Western Europe.      

Excluding Paris, 6,711 people have been killed in terrorist attacks so far in 2015, of which 6,018 can be attributed to IS or their affiliates – every single one of the deaths is regrettable (apart from the terrorists who killed themselves in the process of carrying out their deeds) but I’m not going to lose sleep over those I cannot relate to. If that last statement offends some people – tough but I’m not going to be a hypocrite and show faux compassion.

What next?

This is not the time for political point scoring but leaders (and former leaders) in the “West” need to examine their consciences as their actions led to the growth if the likes of IS.

I wonder how easily Tony Bliar and George W Bush sleep at night – probably very well as they aren’t paying the price for their actions. Perhaps if the International Courts grew some balls then they would be bought to account for their actions.

Unfortunately,  IS is here and cannot be ignored. Action, and decisive action, needs to be taken to deal with them. It’s not a perfect situation by any stretch of the imagination but it’s where we are.

I saw a post on Facebook this morning calling the French terrorists for bombing IS targets in Syria today – that has to be one of the most out of touch, naive comments I’ve seen since the Paris attacks – what does the poster want to do – ignore them and hope they go away? Negotiate – with whom? Put them on the naughty step?


The world needs to unite to address this problem – this is the opportunity for the United Nations, for the first time in its existence, to do what it says on the tin – it will not be easy, the price will be high but the IS problem will not go away unless decisive action is taken.    

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Chicken

Yep, I chickened out.

I know I said I was going to walk into the polling station and write “none of the above” on my ballot paper – but that was before I had the nightmare.

In this nightmare the Conservative and Labour candidates in my constituency had exactly the same number of votes and the vote was decided with a toss of a coin, which the Labour candidate won.

That win then gave Labour one seat more than the Conservatives in Parliament which meant Ed Mili-bland and Ed Balls-up became Prime Minister and Chancellor respectively and all because I spoiled my ballot paper.

Luckily it was only a dream but if it happened in reality I would never be able to live with myself  - the thought that by spoiling my paper I could have put Milli-bland in power would be enough to send me to MK station and throw myself in front of a Pendolino.


So, as much as I dislike Cameron I could not take the chance.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

I Hate Shopping

I’m the first to admit I’m not a natural shopper.

When I have to go and buy clothes it’s a matter of diving into a shop, seeing what I quite like, buy it and out. I can buy a complete wardrobe of clothes in under an hour and they’ll last me a couple of years.

Decades ago I was coerced into going clothes shopping with my then girlfriend. We arrived at the shopping centre bang on 09:00, just as the shops opened. Just before 17:30 she finally bought the only item of the day, an outfit she had seen in the very first shop some eight hours earlier.

Needless to say she was very soon an ex-girlfriend and that was eight wasted hours of my life I would never get back.

Nowadays I tend to confine my shopping forays to food shopping, even that is fraught with annoyances.

First of all there is the parking. Why does everyone park as near as possible to the entrance of the shop? Why are people so lazy?

I always park in the furthest part of the car park. Finding a space is generally easier and a little bit of exercise hurt nobody.

Now I fully understand supermarkets having disabled parking spaces near the entrance to the store, although nothing makes my blood boil more than when people abuse disabled parking spaces – in the unlikely event I was standing as a politician I would invoke a law which confiscated the car of anyone who misused a disabled parking space.

What I don’t understand is “parent and child” parking spaces. Are children nowadays born without functioning limbs? Are they incapable of walking more than a few yards? Why should people have priority parking because they choose to breed?

When I was a youngster my parents never had a car, it was a good mile to the nearest shops and we were either pushed there in our pram / pushchair or once we were able to walk we walked.

It was the same with going to school – even at infant school it was a walk of just under a mile each way – there was no such thing as a school run. No impatient parents getting as close to the school gates as possible, ignoring the rules of the road and blocking other motorists just to save their precious mite having to walk a few extra paces.

No wonder we have an obesity crisis in our society.

Ideally I prefer to do my food shopping at independent stores but where I live, in the soulless metropolis that is Milton Keynes, such independent stores are few and far between so supermarket shopping is the only practical alternative.

My supermarket of choice is the well known “upmarket” one – not for any snob value, although they do stock some more exotic items not found elsewhere.

The big advantage for me is you can self-scan your shopping as you go around the store. This means you can watch your bill steadily rise as you shop and, yes, it can be very disconcerting when you’re only half way down the third aisle and the total passes the £30 mark.

For me, however, the biggest advantage of self-scan is you don’t have to engage in meaningless inane conversations with checkout operators. I don’t want false bonhomie when I go shopping, I just want to buy, pay and go without engaging in unnecessary social intercourse.

I know most other supermarkets have self-checkouts but they are not the same as scan as you go. You have to scan and pack all in one go and you have to face the perils of the scales. You can guarantee something will be the wrong weight or will be too light to register. You then have to hang around for some rushed worker to come and reset the till – thus undermining the whole “quickness” of the exercise.

The worse offender for this is Morrisons. You only have to sneeze or even move the carrier bag more than a millimetre for the scales to throw a wobbly. On a recent visit after seven of the eight items I attempted to purchase failed to register properly, the person supervising the checkout then wondered why I just walked out and left my shopping there.

Occasionally I do have to visit the other supermarkets as there are some items I need which my preferred store does not stock. These trips usually end up with me being in a bad mood by the end.

Take my visit to the leading supermarket chain yesterday. Being home during the day I tend to food shop at the quietest time of the day and around 10:00 is a good time midweek.

Indeed yesterday there were very few customers in the shop, yet the experience was a nightmare.
Why?

Well the aisles were full of the store’s employees doing shopping for those who cannot be arsed to get off they backsides to do their own shopping.

Why can’t supermarkets fulfil these online orders from the warehouse or an area hub? Why do these orders need to be fulfilled on the main shop floor?

It’s not as if the staff use ordinary trollies either, they use big cumbersome monstrosities? Presumably so they can shop for several customers at once.

Yesterday I was standing slightly back from the shelf comparing at various items, when one of these company shoppers just parked their wagon right in front of me obstructing my view and any access to the items. Then they had the temerity to give me a dirty look when I made a comment.

Talking of supermarket trollies, the one thing that really makes my blood boil, more than anything else, is parents who allow their children to stand in the trolley itself. That is so rude.

Who knows what crap (literally) the child has walked in yet they are then allowed to walk around inside the trolley with impunity. The next person using that trolley is going to put food in it. OK the food may be wrapped but look at this scenario.

Child steps in dog excrement.

Child stands in trolley.

Some remains of said dog excrement transfers to trolley.

Next customer puts packed meat into said trolley.

Excrement transfers to food packaging.

Food then transferred to fridge.

Need I say any more?

If I owned a supermarket any parent who allowed their child to stand in the trolley would be thrown out and banned. The trollies have child seats for goodness sake. If the child is too big for the child seat it’s big enough to walk.

It’s a wonder I don’t burst a blood vessel every time I go food shopping.

            

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

You Breed - I Pay

So the Government are going to give parents £2,000 a child to help pay towards childcare.

It's making my blood boil - why the hell should my taxes be used to support their lifestyle? 
 
You can bet your life many these parents have top of the range cars, Sky TV, foreign holidays, smoke, drink booze etc.

Contraception is free - if they cannot afford to have and raise their children themselves they should not bloody well breed in the first place, having children is a lifestyle choice not a right.

To be honest I also believe Mother's should be at home to bring up their children but perhaps I'm old fashioned there.
 
My parents were not wealthy but they sacrificed holidays, did not own a car and so on as their financial priority was raising us and my Mother stayed at home and they did not rely on Government handouts either.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Valentine's Day



Well here we go again – the annual rip-off which is Valentine’s Day is upon us once more.

You know the day – it’s when the flowers you can purchase for your loved one throughout the year suddenly treble in price.

It’s the day restaurants mysteriously double their prices.

Even the supermarkets can’t help cashing in with their meal for two deals suddenly increasing from £10 to either £15, even £20.

Yes the season of moral blackmail is upon us.

It will, of course, come as no surprise when I tell you the Old Moaner has absolutely no truck at all with this Valentine’s Day malarkey.

Don’t get me wrong I can be as romantic as any Mills and Boon hero – I simply don’t like being exploited or emotionally blackmailed.

If you care about someone why wait for Valentine’s Day to demonstrate how much your loved one means to you? Why should there need to be a “special” occasion to buy flowers or treat your loved one to a special meal or a special day out.

The point is the spoiling and treating should be happening throughout the year, not just on a day prescribed by marketing people.

I admit in my much younger days, when I was footloose and fancy free, I used to play the Valentine’s charade but, if I’m being totally honest, I only played the game in the hope it would increase the chances of me getting my leg over rather than any grand romantic gesture.

Indeed I dislike the exploitation of Valentine’s Day so much I will actually go out of my way to avoid buying flowers, going out for a meal or booking a romantic break rather than pay the extortionate prices. 

Put simply, if someone is special to you then you don’t need a special day to express your love. 

Indeed I would go as far as to say if a partner has a hissy fit if you don’t remember Valentine’s Day then they should soon be an ex-partner as they obviously consider materialism more important.

Of course if your partner ignores Valentine’s Day and doesn’t make any romantic gestures the remainder of the year then, perhaps, it is about time you joined an online dating site.    

The other mystery of Valentine’s Day is why Valentine’s cards are supposed to be anonymous – what is the point of that? Why waste money sending a card when the recipient doesn’t have a clue who it is from?

So Old Moaners advice is avoid Valentine’s Day like the plague but make sure you pamper your loved one the rest of the year.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Christmas



“Christmas comes but once a year.”

So goes the old saying, to be perfectly frank I would be happy if it only came once a decade.

I have no truck with the mythology surrounding the Christmas Story but, in a way, that is academic as it has little to do with the celebration anyway. After all early Christians simply latched onto and hijacked what had been a Pagan Festival for millennia before their story was conceived.

In the Northern hemisphere there is nothing wrong with marking the passing of midwinter and a festival is as good a way of celebrating the occasion than any other.

Homo sapiens are to a greater or lesser extent (some of us less than others) a sociable species, so a good knees-up and getting together with family and friends is no bad thing.

What really annoys me about Christmas is it has now become overly commercialised and has become an excuse for many to spend more than they cannot afford, forcing many families deeper and deeper into debt.

The shops don’t help matters either. Certainly here in the UK the “festive season” seems to be starting earlier and earlier each year, at the current rate Christmas will soon begin the week after Easter.

I’m not an admirer of many things American but one thing they do get right is their approach to Christmas. With the Thanksgiving Holiday late in November their Christmas season does not begin until after Thanksgiving, giving a sensible one month build up, a more than adequate amount of time.

I’m no fan of the introduction or the importation of American traditions into the UK, we only need to look at the horrific Trick Or Treat, but if the introduction of a Thanksgiving Holiday here led to a one month lead-up to Christmas then I may well become a supporter.

Although I suspect what would happen in reality is the shops would turn it into yet another commercial extravaganza with the pre-Thanksgiving sales beginning in August!

There are  so many things I dislike about Christmas I could write a tome to rival War And Peace but here are a few of my favourite moans. 

Christmas Cards

What precisely is the point of Christmas cards except to boost the profits of their manufacturers and vendors?

You are deluged with cards from people you don’t hear from for the remainder of the year.  People who, in all honesty, probably only send you a card because they don’t want to be the one to break the cycle of card sending.

Even worse are the “newsletters” that are enclosed with the cards.

Do I really care how their precocious spoiled brats are doing at school? Do I really care if he has been promoted to deputy, semi-chief dog’s body? So what if she has been to weekly Pilates classes between being voted Mother of the year?

Have you also noticed how nothing bad ever happens in their saccharine coated lives – it’s only ever good news.

The brats never get less than A+ at school?

She never has hormonal outbursts which make the life of the family hell for one week every month.

There’s no mention he’s been shagging his work colleague and staying out late because of said hormonal outbursts.         

Then we have the conscious salving charity cards – do people bother to ask how much of the inflated price of the cards actually goes to the charity they are supporting.

Add on 50p for a second class stamp and then work out how much money you are wasting on a card which will be viewed for 30 seconds and then be added to string of others only to be thrown away the day after Christmas.

Instead of throwing the money away on cards why not make a direct donation to charity.

Christmas Parties

These are something to be avoided like the plague.

The one night a year you have to socialise with work colleagues you wouldn’t be seen out dead with any other time of the year.

Across my 30 odd years working life there are no more than a couple of dozen people with whom I have worked that I have also wanted to meet socially outside of the working environment.

Yet at Christmas we all have to be friendly and chummy. 

Let’s be honest, with many of our work colleagues, it’s bad enough having to put up with them day in, day out in a working environment. How many people we work with do we really and truly want to spend any time with, even at work?

Once you get to the party it is like walking through a minefield. The booze invariably flows, as it does so, tongues and inhibitions begin to loosen and as sure as night follows day someone will end up saying or doing something they will later come to regret and the repercussions will last long beyond Christmas.

Christmas Presents

Now we come onto the true sound of Christmas – not choristers singing carols, or Noddy Holder blasting out “Merry Christmas Everybody” and raking in £500k in royalties every year but the sound of tills ringing.        

We have the guilt ridden parents who spend more time working than looking after their children trying to assuage their guilt by pandering to their offspring’s every demand.

With pernicious advertising and marketing children are demanding the latest “must have” gadget, which they will have grown tired of before The Queen even draws breath for her speech.

Manufacturers will always ensure there is a “new” model, no matter how insignificantly it has changed from the previous version, available for Christmas, knowing the child will be a social pariah if they don’t have the updated version.   

The trouble is these parents do not have the nous to realise what they are doing is creating a generation of spoiled children who think it is their “right” to have whatever they demand.

We have a generation of children who know the price of everything and the value of nothing, whilst at the same time we have parents getting deeper into a spiral of debt to support this consumer greed.

Children need to learn at an early age they cannot have everything they want.


Food

For me one of the most annoying aspects of Christmas.

Visit any food retailer in the days before Christmas and you would be forgiven to think we are about to face a nuclear winter when you look at the amount of food and alcohol piled up in their trolleys.

Yes there are family gatherings but as I see it, if you take away all the razzamatazz, Christmas lunch is no more than a glorified Sunday lunch and we don’t overfill the trollies if the family are round for Sunday lunch.

I am an excellent cook and, frankly, I would be extremely annoyed and insulted if my guests for Christmas lunch spent the morning stuffing themselves with sweets and nibbles, ruining their appetite for the main event.

Similarly, I would also be offended if, having eaten an excellent lunch, they then went on eating sweets and nibbles all afternoon afterwards. 

Indeed my Christmas lunch is so good the family can barely manage a Christmas evening tea, never mind inter meal snacking. So what is the point on spending a fortune on tins of sweets and other nibbles? 

Then there is the amount of alcohol consumed. Probably a double edged sword as many people need alcohol to get through a day spent with the extended family but in doing so the inhibitions, as with Christmas parties, drop and the rows begin.

Why buy a turkey which would feed the entire street never mind the family?

What isn’t eaten on the day either goes to waste or the family are force fed variations of turkey until the New Year at which point they are sick to death of the beast.

Plus, and it grieves me to say it, cooking a huge turkey is beyond the ability of too many cooks and it will either come out too dry or, even worse, under-cooked and the day will be memorable for all the wrong reasons.

Christmas Television

What has happened to Christmas television?

In my younger  days we had entertainment spectaculars be it Morecambe and Wise or The Two Ronnies. We had special, entertainment, programs.

What do we have now – hour long “specials” of the soaps, which are already on four nights a week and you can guarantee the story lines will not be happy and jolly.

Then we have “festive” editions of Downton Abbey, Call The Midwife and Dr Who – what the hell is festive about them. Most of the universe visited by the good Dr doesn’t even know what Christmas is and what’s the difference between a birth on 25th December and any other day?  

Monday, December 2, 2013

Welcome



Hello and welcome to the Old Moaner.

Yes I am old and I’m always being told I’m a moaner so, I thought, why not share my moans with a wider audience?

After all there is plenty to moan about in this day and age.

The blog is linked to a new supporting website, details of which will be announced when it goes live on March 1st 2014. The web site will contain the rants but will also have sections dedicated to food and travel giving options for fellow old moaners to avoid some of the worse pitfalls.

Some of the topics that will be covered in the first few months are:-


  • Bank Holidays
  • Blackpool
  • Bleeding Hearts
  • Booze Culture
  • Boxing
  • Brits Abroad
  • Budget Airlines
  • Call Centres
  • Caravans
  • Celebrity
  • Christmas
  • Coffee Shops
  • Commercial Television
  • Cruises
  • Cyclists
  • Daytime Television
  • Door Knocking God Squad
  • Door To Door Salesmen
  • Double-Barrelled Names
  • ‘Elf and Safety
  • England (sporting context)
  • Europe
  • Extremists
  • Facebook
  • “Fast” and “Convenience” Food
  • Football
  • French Fishermen
  • Hormones
  • “I” Disease
  • Inset Days
  • Irony
  • Jingoism
  • Litter
  • London Underground
  • Marketing
  • Markets
  • Middle Lane Hoggers
  • Mobile Phones
  • Modern Music
  • NHS - Unnecessary Treatments, A&E wastage, alcohol
  • Nouveau Cuisine
  • Parent and Child Parking Places & The School Run
  • Politicians including PMQ’s
  • Queues
  • Selective Illiterates
  • Social Media
  • Speed Cameras
  • “Talent” and “Reality” Shows
  • Taxis and Professional Drivers
  • We’re All Customers Now


Feedback, agreeing or disagreeing, is welcome with only two ground rules:-

a)      Anonymous comments will be ignored and treated with the contempt they deserve.

b)      Any comments which are personally offensive will also be ignored, it is possible to express a contrary view without being rude or offensive.

So the first moaning blog will be here on 1st January, hopefully we’ll see you back here then.