Taxpayers go on strike….

Its never going to happen

A friend of mine squatted a 5 bedroom detached in Clapham in the early 1970s. I remember him telling me how if he could remain there undisturbed for longer than “yey” many years it would be his, all his…mwaahahahaha..ect ect…according to law at that time. Anyway as the years rolled by and he got closer and closer to his goal his level of paranoia increased in direct proportion to his disbelief that he could ever get away with it. Over the years I looked on, open mouthed, as the security got heavier and heavier, this was before cctv but did include steel gates and doors. It had turned into a prison pretty much by the final 6 weeks and the very last night before he “owned” it he was twitching and spitting in the corner… He did get to own it and and never ever found out who actually had previously owned the property. Rory appeared to think he had got something for free. I, however, watched him age visibly through the entire process and decided to get a mortgage instead.

‘Tis a dead link for sure, you wouldn’t suppose that…?

Nah, can’t be…that ain’t cricket.

Demetrius’ point is well-taken, but as Jocelyn Hogg points out in /The Firm/ these scuzzy gangs of today are , precisely, equivalwent to the warlords of the Black Ages — who /are/ the forebears of the aristocracies of today, these quack “knighthoods,” and even the present rash, of bogus postmodern Life Peers.

Here in Minnesota, and of course as biologically I can “do” difference and happen to be able to get along with Mexicans, I have offered the modest proposal that a(n expensive!) “state university” “administrator” and their family, or an attorney & git, clear off to Cuba or Oaxaca, for say every dozen or so Spics let in. I get so God-damned tired of this unrelieved diet of splintery, dry white meat…!