Brits Week in Review - a bill of impeachment, defending your home, French second thoughts
We didn't post about Melanie Phillips’ most recent essay in the Spectator. It describes how Dave Gaubatz, repeatedly decorated for courage and counterintelligence by the US Air Force and Department of Defense, discovered WMD sites in Iraq, but could not persuade the Army to swiftly unseal the huge subterranean vaults buried 20 to 30 feet beneath the Euphrates’ river bed with walls five-feet-thick and high levels of radiation. Nor could Gaubatz, if his story is true, prevent their contents from being shipped to Syria and Iran. Nor could the Air Force give a Congressional oversight committee his 60 classified intelligence reports because after he delivered them they went missing at a US airbase in Saudi Arabia.
Most people in Britain apparently believe Tony Blair is a liar on the one issue, WMD in Iraq, about which I doubt he has lied, though he probably garnished real intelligence with his usual spin. Consequently it is doubtful that many readers will want to read this report. Melanie increasingly resembles the trumpeter in Krakow, Poland, who was shot through the throat by an archer as he warned the city of a fast-approaching army.
We have always tried to write the best about the Brits, but so many of our posts last week reflect on Tony Blair’s leadership of Britain –
– that I think I will take a moment to describe Mr Blair as I see him.
From the first Tony Blair looked to me like a schoolboy who has been corrupted by moving from an outer circle into one of the “inner” circles where he was an insecure snob in a position of power. More unfortunately he liked to tell other people what they should do, just as if he were still a proctor at his public school.
This was dangerous because Blair was and is, despite his greying hair, a schoolboy who never learned British history. He has no understanding or respect for the liberty and creativity and independence of the British people because he has no real integrity or creativity or independence of his own. Obsessed with what people think of him, trying to look cool, he is constantly jumping from one scheme to another like a grasshopper leaping onto the next blade of grass. He has no idea what it takes to farm the field. He has no confidence in the ingenuity and hard work and rational ability of the British people to take care of themselves because he has hardly ever earned his own living. Living off the government, still a proctor at heart, he thinks that government should make all the trillion and one decisions that are normally made by free citizens in a free society. Made by individuals, constantly corrected in response to changing conditions, these decisions are vital, vibrant, and life-enhancing. Made by the heavy thumbs of government they depress and are almost always wrong. They are made by a few minds rather than the far greater wisdom of millions of people engaged on many levels and working privately, freely, and in association, and made more intensely and swiftly than ever before due to technological innovations.
That Britain has survived is no tribute to him or his economically challenged Chancellor. It is a tribute to the ebullience and energy of the British people, those, that is, that are still working in the private sector and funding with their taxes the lifestyles and pensions of a horde of bureaucrats who keep their jobs and high salaries on the premise that they will tell the British people what to do in a thousand and one unnecessary ways and that they will continue to keep the government in power.
The relentless beat of deadbeats driving fishermen and farmers into bankruptcy, driving doctors to despair, keeping old women waiting in pain for hip operations, killing patients with infections, allowing violence to rise unchecked in rural and urban communities, torpedoing the Armed Forces, allowing floods of immigrants to destabilize communities, and wasting the lives of children for ten years with unproven, irrational, bureaucratic, and ideological educational schemes has been painful for to bear.
And now Tony wants to be part of another inner circle. He wants to join that self-selected, self-serving inner circle comprised of the EU, UN, and NGO "elites" that would not stop genocide in Rwanda, and will not stop genocide in Darfur, but will take your money, increase the cost of all your consumer goods, and tell you it is destroying Britain for your own good.
Enough, you say. And you are right. You who have endured this government’s incompetence and tyranny in matters small and large can finish the bill of impeachment.
In other news, a Winchester man who recalled that an Englishman’s house was his castle defended his front garden. A small tale, but salutary. The word that seems to be missing from discussions about citizenship was explored here. The antique idea that the British government would defend a British citizen was described here. A partial list of Royal Navy victories attests to the astonishing number of times that Britain was just saved from invasion by a strong Navy.
Several surprising ideas were foreign. It is hard to believe that the French might applaud the "Anglo-Saxon" work ethic, but some of them do. An Indian writer described Mountbatten’s unreported legacy to India. Exploring the timelines in The Revolt of Brits in America reveals themes still current today. The notion that freedom and friendship are closely related is borne out in Anselm and the Red King.
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