Before I Fall Asleep

Have had graveyard shift for babywatch, am full of chesty coughiness and have been beside myself with money worries, but I am now calm.

We have mad Muslims practicing their right to free speech by saying we should lose ours, the holy church of AlGoreism telling us the brass monkey weather, the thousands already dead and billions lost worldwide as a result of it, have nuffink to do with the pattern of rising despite 3 paltry summers and 3 worsening winters (climate change being cyclical; skating on the Thames in Victorian times or vineyards in the highlands in the middle ages) still insist the sky is falling unless we prop it up with paper with the queens face on it, not realising that as a fiat currency that is really all the pound is anymore - paper with the queens face on it; you are the currency Brown is trading in, when he sells bonds he is selling you offspring into bonded slavery for a few measly pence for some new shibboleth he hopes will keep him in power. Labour are no longer the party of the working man anymore than the Borys are the groomsmen of government; the former being a vessel by which union bosses, their cronies and the Orren Boyles of this world get rich without effort, the latter a confused bunch of public schools boys - the product of too much weed, hazings and inbreeding.

Despite all this I am calm, because the answer has always been simple, and can begin with us all individually and lies in these words by one of the good guys:

"In every country where man is free to think and to speak, differences of opinion will arise from difference of perception, and the imperfection of reason; but these differences when permitted, as in this happy country, to purify themselves by free discussion, are but as passing clouds overspreading our land transiently and leaving our horizon more bright and serene. - Thomas Jefferson to Benjamin Waring, 1801."

With that I leave you tonight to ask yourself just where you think that country surely exists.