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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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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Nanny State's New Wowser Blood Alcohol Limit



Simply posting my quick comment to NotPC’s thread on this. The new wowser limit affects my quality of life greatly, and for no good reason.


I've been fighting this by corresponding with the wowser MPs and blogging on it since Nanny Lees-Galloway's private members bill was drawn.

Mrs H and I love eating out. Once a week at least when we're living in the Marlborough wine district. The winery restaurants are our haven. I nearly always have the equivalent of a handle of beer, and then half a bottle of wine with an hour meal: I suspect that puts me over the new limit.

Another nail in the coffin of rural hospitality, because a meal without wine is called a takeaway: not interested. We'll just stay at home, which Nanny state is turning slowly into our prison.



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