What a shower, What a wasted week. There was Gordon huffing and puffing, and very much the Grand Old Duke Of York, at the front of all the other world-class idiots, all prostrating themselves in front of King Obama of America. When all the marching up and down was finished what did they agree? A paltry Trillion Dollars - and much like Gordons' silly gesture politics with the VAT reduction, a derisory sum when compared to the value of the worlds economy, of which there is an estimated 630 Trillion Dollars in derivatives alone. If 2.5% off VAT is ineffectual how does 0.159% injected into the world economy sound? - and as I say that's just in derivatives.
Meanwhile in the streets of London - many innocent visitors were corralled - the common buzz word is 'kettled'- alongside what were mostly a decent bunch of demonstrators, with, of course, the usual suspects - all of which are known by the Police and should have been pounced on - but weren't. The innocents among those thus herded were shouted at, pushed, pulled and assaulted by Police - another example of our Police State.
Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England -- now!
And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops--at the bent spray's edge--
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower
-- Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!