Trouble in Paradise
Frosty-faced and frosty-toed walking down Joe Mercer Way with heavy hearts and bleak futures. What is it about this *game* that has the devious ability to colour an entire evening - nay week - black as coal ? Another lead thrown away in a moment's lapse and another two points kissed goodbye. It's almost expected now. We won't win. We can't win. We are City in our new stadium and we're jinxed.Way back in the Devil's decade (the 80's), power-dressed executives rushed from their breakfast meetings clutching the blueprint for the next great leap forwards. 'Just In Time' (JIT) was the way. No longer would we keep stock on site. We would simply buy it in as and when needed. Why employ stockeepers, storemen and women ? Let some other - inevitably smaller - company be our stockholders. Needless to say within months of this managerial breakthrough, experience had already taught the buyers that JIT had a habit of arriving too late to keep production going. Consequently judicious use of a tactical but clandestine 'Just In Case' policy slowly returned stock to pre-JIT levels.
It's truly shocking to hear of these same tired business-bollox ideas being applied to the logistics of supplying armed forces in a theatre of war halfway round the world. To hear Hoon complacently insisting that kit was delivered to the area in good time is saddening. If the system works anything like it has in my experience the necessaries will probably be stuck in some military equivalent of 'goods received' waiting for the relevant paperwork. In the meantime Tommy Atkins has to beg, steal and borrow suitable gear from wherever he can.
It's going to be a tough few weeks for Tony and his pals but not half as tough as it has been for the poor squaddies out there doing the Government's dirty work for them.
I see the hijab brigade have been out and about blathering about 'human rights'. This, I feel, is a bit rich coming - as it does - from *true believers*. Before their 'God' humans have no rights whatsoever. They are at the mercy of the omnipresent all-seeing, all-knowing deity who has written his (always HIS) thoughts about what humans are allowed to do in a big book that then has to be interpreted by men (always MEN).
The opium of the masses ? I'll say.
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