The Logic Party
How much does it cost to change the country?
Surprisingly little, I reckon about two hundred pounds each would do it, if enough people wanted to do so.
Modern politics has been media based, he who has the best spend and spin has tended to win... hey that's a good slogan and it rhymes! - wow maybe I should have been a spin doctor!
Anyhow, the last crop of politicos we have seen were (and still are unfortunately) a sad bunch of professional politicians, many if not most of whom have never lived in the real world let alone held regular jobs in order to survive.
The soporific warmth of a rising house value, coupled with easy credit cards and deferred payments managed to lull most everybody into a false sense of self worth.
Self worth is the worst kind of deception, yet it is promoted ruthlessly in our society, where nobody is ever guilty, there are no 'winners' in order that the..... people who didn't win, don't feel bad about it....(would they be losers? - go figure!).
People are fed up with political correctness, liberal thinking and a society that has made so many laws since someone (and let's not try to establish who at this stage) demolished the twin towers, that everyone will break one or two of them on an average day.
Any society that holds all it's citizens to be wrong must die.
So what we need is a new political party - right?
Are you mad! - no the last thing we need is a new party, however people are so conditioned now that they cannot think as individuals, so in order to get them to consider individual liberty with freedom from government intervention, there needs to be a structure that they can recognise and feel comfortable in.
That's where the Logic Party comes in.
I first dreamt this up after I had decided to visit the British Nationalist Parties webpage to find out just how bad these 'fascist pigs' actually were.
During a longish read of the site I became very concerned, because an awful lot of what they said made sense and appealed to my inherent English mentality.
I make no excuse for being English, we exist, we happen to have a country named after us and although the PC brigade has sought to make sure we all use the term British, we still exist and we will continue to do so.
Nevertheless, actually agreeing with the BNP was guaranteed to get you barred from any polite company kept.
Fortunately I do not keep any polite company, so it was inconsequential.
No, my I thought, what is needed here is a non racist nationalist party!
Now that may be an oxymoron to most people, but our family have had centuries of understanding racism, indeed we are immigrants ourselves, with my fathers side arriving from Ireland in only 1841, where there was a large famine happening caused by.... well never mind who caused it, my great great great granddaddy needed to leave in order to stay alive and came to this sceptred isle.
If only he'd joined the rest of Ireland in America!
Anyhow, 'tis from Donegal I harken on my fathers side, and Denmark on my mothers.
It may be that we came over with the Vikings, in fact looking in the mirror we probably were Vikings, nevertheless, we are still 'bloody immigrants' who have invaded these 'mountains green' so beloved in the song Jerusalem.
So we know about racism and oppression, we've been on both sides of the equation.
My father, God rest his soul, was always called a fascist and racist, both titles of which he vehemently denied, albeit I think he quite liked the accusations.
His take on the issue was that as he hated EVERYBODY that was not English, he could not be a racist.
It was strange logic, but he had a bad war so I forgave him his quirks.
This gentlemans club....
Was something I almost entered in the early 80's, when some business associates (no name, no pack drill to protect the guilty) suggested that I might want to stand for Parliament. "Which party" I innocently asked "Oh any party" they replied, "We want politicians in all the parties".
I seriously considered it for a while, for it appeared that a swift half a million donation to the party of my choice would ensure a safe seat to 'fight' for.
I asked a well known Socialist M.P. what he advised I should do, and after a pensive thought for a second or two, he suggested that I work out as best I could which side was more liable to stay in power longer during the length of my intended career, and go with them "It's no bloody fun being on the back benches in opposition" was his take on things.
Clearly my preconceptions that MPs were dedicated public servants seemed challenged.
Ironically he once complained to me that his two children, despite a 'damned good public school education" had decided to be "bloody social workers" - which shows that God does have a sense of humour.
Now don't get me wrong, I had the good fortune to own half of a central London estate agency which covered Westminster, so I had about 25% of parliamentary members in my filofax (remember those) and I knew a fair number personally, as well as knowing the REAL power brokers behind the scene who actually ran things, or rather 'suggested' how things should be run.
After an election we would see the dedicated new members arriving in London to serve their constituents, fresh faced and determined to change the face of British politics, and needing a crib to lay their homesick heads upon.
Problem was, they could claim allowances for a rental, but not (at that time) for a second home.
This meant that they needed to throw large amounts of cash away on rental, and the rental allowance, which would have been enough to pay a mortgage, was not enough to pay central london rental rates, if you could find somewhere to rent.
It was very soon after that the 'old boys' had a word with the 'new boys' and explained how the system worked, and our newbees got their wife or family friend to start a company, which bought an apartment, then rented it to the honorable member.
Of course making 40% capital gains each year on the apartment also helped in the corruption system.
So I did face a dilemma, because much as being on the front benches (why think small) was attractive, I was daunted at the prospect of representing nearly a 100,000 people in all aspects of their daily life, especially as I did not even have any intention of being a champion of the people, whichever party I had 'joined'.
I was frankly scared of the level of depravity and corruption I may have sunk to if I had taken the bait.
So why would I want to start or at least encourage a new political party now?
Well primarily because in the UK there are no real politicians with 'balls', who are not afraid to challenge the system.
It seems the income from politics is too high to make waves about little things like giving the proletariat a fair crack of the whip, except when you are trying to get them to put their rubbish in the right containers.
No we need a whole new approach to politics and instead of asking how things are done around here, we need to start working out how the SHOULD be done.
We have a political system which has developed over a long period of time, some parts of it are very good, other parts are very bad.
Not by design, but rather by lack of design, they have 'evolved' rather than been created specifically for the task in hand.
I am a firm believer that government should be limited to the minimum level required to assist the populace in pursuing the best life that they can achieve.
People who choose or are persuaded to serve the public in government, should be under no illusion, they are SERVANTS not MASTERS, and their recompense should be according to the level in which they have improved the public's quality of life and wealth.
No politician should be paid more than the median average wage earned in the country by working people. They should be rewarded at the end of each parliamentary session, by a balanced reward system geared to take public contentment into account.
People should not be paid for doing the job, they should be paid for succeeding in doing the job.
So should we vote for you?
Please don't ever vote for me, I'm happy living in Spain and have been these last 24 years, so please, please don't vote for me, besides which I can't tolerate the weather that England has, and I don't want my hair to turn grey... have you noticed how all these guys hair turns grey... must be the stress.
No thanks, I don't want your vote, but if I could inspire you to make some waves, stir some muddied waters, ruffle a few feathers and possibly even start the party yourself, I would have done my job.
Now, look out for the next hub, because I shall start laying out the manifesto to change Britain.
If you manage it, just erect a statue to me outside Parliament.