There seems to be general agreement that Enough is Enough. leg-iron:
It’s not just MPs who are the targets now. Simmering resentment for all manner of official lunacy has been brought to a head by the expenses revelations. There are many things that people have put up with for a long time because it’s not British to make a fuss, but once the fuss is under way then all of the other irritants come to the surface too.
It is akin to a hypnotist clicking his fingers and us all wondering what we were doing by eating that onion. It’s us and them now, there is no middle ground, they are hated by every political persuasion for a variety of differing reasons… it’s the first time in living memory that left and right are united in protesting about the whole lot of them. They have abused their power and dumped on every single one of us. We may disagree about which aspects we dislike, but all are in unison that their positions are untenable.
leg-iron again:
Despite what the politicians and the press might say, people will notice the difference. They will see that what OH is doing is not motivated by personal gain but by anger. They will see that they can do it too.
I ask you to join me on June 1st 2009 at 9am outside the gates of Parliament to do your duty as an English Citizen (law only applies in England) and perform the arrest of those MPs who have admitted their guilt by repaying their thefts. You may use reasonable force. Before you think “I can’t do that!”, may I remind you that you can and SHOULD. It is OUR Parliament and they are self confessed thieves.
I am no mathematician but this has to me every appearance of being something to do with catastrophe theory. It’s the sudden flip from State I to State II that’s so persuasive.
If it is catastrophe theory, then I’m open to correction but I believe that a considerable excursion along one of the axes is usually required before State II flips back to State I.
On this basis one might reasonably expect it to be impossible for the massed ranks of the Establishment (typified by the terrified bleatings of the BBC) to suppress public wrath before It Is Too Late and the whole unlikely and indefensible edifice collapses.
Off out now to practice overthrowing (“cars, buses, governments; anything on four wheels.” [Adolf Kilroy]).
LUC, Is it even possible, to-day, for the sovereign, to convey displeasure — /and/, precipitate a general election — by reversing previous assent on all bills laid in this session, in effect vetoing not only said bills but the Parliament?
[...] It says at The Landed Underclass (how often can you use a perfectly functional introphrase, before it gets trite? ["it says at..."] 100 times? 1,000 times? For ever?) that people in the UK are more-than-quite fed up with the gallivantings and gallimauphryings of our Enemy Class, not just in detail but in general. I think on first sight that this is good. But being an “optimist who is in possession of all the facts“, I want to look further. [...]
BW: not that I’m aware of. Were such a thing to occur, I suspect that there would be a Commission of Regency in place before you could say ‘non compos mentis’.
That’s too bad.
Needless to say, I’m intrigued by the idea that these old plants from time to time /can/ sprout a new limb from an old node….
Over here that non compos scam mainly is resorted to when The Useless Offspring come crawling back home with their asses in a sling after falling on their faces in the cocaine and the recession in the big city, and then want to do their folks out of The Farm, and shove Grampa and Grandma into a nursing home. Naturally, like all the rest of this “brain plotting,” it all turns into [something] when the nursing home bills eventuate in a forced sale of the shop or acreage. That happens when the county welfare office horns in on the act, and /then/ you have Public Liberals all over the place like flies on [something]….
There were some numbers recently to show that when parents in advance of death duties had deeded over in the relatively recent statutory way enough of their business or farm equity, they were seven (!) times as likely to be treated to these competency shenanigans. That’s when The Little Bastards had sucked enough out of it that they could maybe swing dumping Maw and Paw on welfare completely, and meantime loan up to buy back the forfeited portion. Needless to say the rotten little sh-ts have been caught with their finger in it by this latest recession.
Family piety does not mean — all to /these/ late Romans.
A lovely Sunday spent here yard-farming (gardening). Hay-baling next week, now. But tonight after thinning various pot herb plantings to a fare thee well and watering it all down to beat Hell after, I sat in the garden in the long evening light and read about la Hogue. Cheering stuff…and, then, two gaudy Baltimore Oriole buckos started fighting in the crab apple tree over my head, about the orange halves & grape jam I’d put out for them earlier in a swinging tray from one of the tree limbs. Territorialer than Hell! Jesus Christ, William of Orange and Jasper Deuce and deja vue all over again!
That Regency Commission of yours would be a kangaroo court, too, a load of “life” peers, Mahometan department store owners, Hindoo out-sourcing baboos and such gentry…. Jesus Christ on a syph ward!
I think it would just be a bunch of Palace bureaucrats whose job would be to keep the show on the road while all the history got rewritten.
LU,
as a fizzicist, shouldn’t you interpret it as a phase change rather than a bifurcation?
You’re probably right. Damn it, this means it’ll be condensing in the cylinders, doesn’t it?