National Service?

9 July

The RSPCA is at the centre of a major telly show called, The Dog Rescuers. At the start of each one it’s claimed that Britain is a nation of dog lovers before it goes on to tell of where dogs are not loved but neglected, deliberately harmed and starved. I fail to understand the morons who treat any animals in such a manor. Of course these days the law isn’t allowed to treat such people in the way they should be; no, they are to be helped in some way. In reality these people just laugh at the law and carry on as they wish to. Time for a change, actually, well past the time for a change. But what can one man do? Not much because so few are really interested. Thankfully the RSPCA is there to help.

Part of the reason for all this is the way that we have ‘progressed’, or so its claimed, over the last 30+ years. Just look at how many youngsters are out of control. Drugs are rife, booze is freely available, even to school kids. Gangs walk the street and terrorise whole areas of towns and cities up and down the country. Now wee Harry, he of the red hair and naked games in American hotels, has suggested that we should bring in National Service again to bring these young people into line.

Sounds great in theory eh; but what are the armed forces going to do with these people when they can’t discipline in the way that is needed. In 1967 when I joined up, the army was a lot larger and although there were some aspects that were technical, it was nowhere near as technical as it is now. The infantry soldier of today is not just cannon-fodder as in the days of old. No, they are far better trained and use kit that we hadn’t dreamed about in 1967, let alone in 1957 when National Service was the norm.

And what of the cost. Who will pay for all the kit that will be needed. Is wee Harry going to pay for it, is he going to open his bank account to allow the services to take what they need.  Is he going to live in the officers mess. Or is he just full crap in the same way that all so many ‘idea men’ are but who fold when they put on the spot. We will never know will we, sad eh?

My legs are still aching from Monday’s little walk around Woolyback City, and yet is still asking about when we will next be going out. Whenever it is I will be using my scooter not my walker. Anyway, I’ve had another trip today but didn’t actually go down to the floor as I had a wall, a door and my desk to hold on to. All these slips, trips and falls are really starting to worry me now, but I really don’t want to go to a doctor yet again. Of course I do know that I will have to at some point, so seeing as Jan is up early tomorrow for a fasting blood test, then I suppose I can get up with her and get an appointment.

Today’s photo is another from Monday … 

A water feature outside the city hall.

Some people really do come out with some crap you know; take this one from a Canada … ‘Canada’s federal flight regulations made it an offence to enter an aircraft when it was in flight.’