The economy is in freefall.
While the economy is not showing any signs of improvement, the chancellor is devoting his time pledging tax rules reforms and talking bunkum about a future Tory government, which I don’t believe we will see after the next general election in two years’ time.
The Tories will find themselves in the political wilderness for a long time to come unless they buck-up their priorities and stop their insane obsessions with matters that have no relevance to a buoyant Britain, whose voice will then be heard and respected by both its partners in the EU and their great ally across the Atlantic.
Instead, they are pussy-footing about Europe, contemplating measures at home which will alienate the middle classes whose support they desperately need, and creating national discord by their foolish pursuit of same-sex marriage.
All this while the beleaguered high street is gloomy after a sharp fall in spending which might lead to a triple-dip recession.
The office for National Statistics announced that retail sales fell 0.6% in January, confounding expectations of a 0.5% rise as heavy snow fall and rising prices hit demand. Food sales stumbled to the lowest level since April 2004 with small stores fairing much worse than large companies, which benefited from an increase in online shopping.
In the currency market, the pound has weakened against both the dollar and the euro. Although this might help exports, it reflects a lack of confidence in our ability to contain the recession by stimulating growth, which we are not doing.
Sluggish growth, however, is not the answer. We need a dynamism that this coalition government is not providing.
The problem is that the ruling gaggle of young Etonians are so pleased with themselves that they have forgotten they are there to serve the nation and not to engage in schoolboy antics that will lead them nowhere.
These young politicians must learn that their salad days are not over. They should seek the advice of their elders if they are to stand any chance of a greater maturity and a small measure of wisdom.
In the interim, they must think old men are fools – but old men know young men are. So please stop taking us for mugs.
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Love is the Viagra of modern times.
Since the total liberation of women and the general acceptance of same-sex coupling on equal footing with heterosexual practices, the field has become more competitive. It narrows the expectations of men in finding a female partner with whom they can conventionally start a family.
The rise of bisexuality in recent years as a fashionable diversity has dramatically changed the entire sexual scene. Whereas traditionally, a man’s choice was broader, in the sense that he was hardly expected to share the love of his woman with another female, it is not uncommon today for the modern woman to conduct an affair with a girlfriend or to pick up another woman.
The sexual liberation of both sexes is now so complete as to make free love irrespective of gender not a remote possibility, but a certainty. Married men with children are no longer immune from conducting a sexual relationship with other men culminating in a total disarming of the concept of love as we traditionally know it.
In a similar vein, the rise of homosexuality and lesbianism has made matters more complex in an already overcrowded arena, where sexuality and its far reaching effects have become a quagmire hard to disentangle.
One has only to open a broadsheet these days to find bizarre stories of young ladies outing themselves as bisexuals, but distinctly more inclined to fall in love with their own gender in a far more passionate involvement than one would have imagined in bygone days.
They have pet names for each other such as Rita Ora’s statement recently referring to supermodel Cara Delevingne as ‘my wifey’.
Rita, considered by her fans as one of the most desirable pop stars on the planet, is so intensively in love with Cara that the two friends are practically inseparable, and when they are apart, they text and post messages about each other online.
Rita, the young curvy bombshell who is the subject of male fantasies worldwide, is so besotted with her ‘wifey’ that she’s adamant that Cara is officially hers and is no longer available for anyone but herself.
Who would have thought that such a declaration of love is now publically made without a grain of reserve and in such language as to bring cold shudders to those of a puritanical disposition?
The world has certainly changed, but are we not going too far in shedding our privacy for all to see and judge us according to their own traditional or crotchety beliefs, which may not reflect the exact nature of the subject matter?
I think love and sex should remain confined to their participants and should not be shared by on-lookers or Peeping Toms, and particularly not the media. Once in the open, they lose their pleasurable impact and trivialise the whole relationship.
Secrecy is now the Viagra of the modern age. Reveal it and the game will be over in no time at all.