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Accentuating the Liberal in Classical Liberal: Advocating Ascendency of the Individual & a Politick & Literature to Fight the Rise & Rise of the Tax Surveillance State. 'Illigitum non carborundum'.

Liberty and freedom are two proud words that have been executed from the political lexicon: they were frog marched and stood before a wall of blank minds, then forcibly blindfolded, and shot, with the whimpering staccato of ‘equality’ and ‘fairness’ resounding over and over. And not only did this atrocity go unreported by journalists in the mainstream media, they were in the firing squad.

The premise of this blog is simple: the Soviets thought they had equality, and welfare from cradle to grave, until the illusory free lunch of redistribution took its inevitable course, and cost them everything they had. First to go was their privacy, after that their freedom, then on being ground down to an equality of poverty only, for many of them their lives as they tried to escape a life behind the Iron Curtain. In the state-enforced common good, was found only slavery to the prison of each other's mind; instead of the caring state, they had imposed the surveillance state to keep them in line. So why are we accumulating a national debt to build the slave state again in the West? Where is the contrarian, uncomfortable literature to put the state experiment finally to rest?

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Saturday, December 8, 2012

Dog Rescue: The Final Conflagration - I'm Over It.

I have just taped the below notice to my neighbour's door. If you want to know the back-story, it is here: a voluntary dog ownership guide for the clueless.


Mark next door.

In the cloud burst on Thursday afternoon, I drove to your place and put your dog in her kennel because she was tied to tree 'drowning' – no shelter. She was terrified by lightning and thunder.

She remained in kennel from then, Thursday evening, until this morning, Saturday, 11.45am. She has been living in her own shit since that time: now three lots of shit in kennel. Back to old days. Nothing has changed.

She is now tied up on 2 metre chain to tree since ll.45am. Your whole household seems to be away, the poor thing has been barking incessantly, and, we are entertaining outside, driving all of us insane. I’ve been here, given her biscuits to see if that quietens her down. If she is not here when you get back, that will be because biscuits did not work and I’ve taken her over to our place.

We need to talk. We are entertaining Sat and Sunday, so let’s get together Monday. If you won’t let us find a home for your poor dog, what say Pauline and I take her … the last thing we want is another big dog, but that’s better than living like this. I will not live next to a dog living in the concentration camp of your back yard and that bloody kennel. We end this next week, finally, and I can’t at this juncture think what terms you can offer that will ever be acceptable outside the two I have mentioned here.


  1. You deserve a medal and the owner a ..... Lucky dog. Hope it works out for all of you.

  2. Thanks Richard and Debbie. One event of today, Sunday, bodes ill, but I won't be passing judgement until I talk to them tomorrow.