Tuesday, October 07, 2008

MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN

Frightening times.

So now we have it - the response to the serious economic crisis announced by the Government to the House yesterday is... empty. It has done... nothing. It has clarified... that there is no plan.

As expected it will dither and dother, delay and prevaricate until all is too late.

In these situations there must be a sense of activity and energy - and we instead have a team of people standing by as the final proof of their ineptitude is writ large on the wall: Thou hast been weighed in the balance and found wanting.

One finds ones thoughts moving to Churchill - specifically his commentary on his speech on air parity to the House during which he said that a poem kept running through his mind:

Who is in charge of the clattering train?
The axles creak and the couplings strain,
And the pace is hot, and the points are near,
And sleep had deadened the drivers ear,
And the signals flash through the night in vain
For Death is in charge of the clattering train.

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