Google, Google+ – We are living in Google*
You’re an idiot if you think G+ doesn’t exist purely to harvest even more information about you to be sold behind your back.
You’re an idiot if you think G+ doesn’t exist purely to harvest even more information about you to be sold behind your back.
Financiers are among the world’s most fervent supporters of the free market, that’s a given. “No government interference!” they demand, “more deregulation!”
When I was asked if I’d mind helping my brother out while he was working at WSBK at Donington last weekend, I said I would be more than happy to. I mean, I was going anyway. It’s down the road from where I live and it’s my favourite currently in-use racetrack.
Forgive me, dear reader. It has been several weeks since I last blogged.
I don’t know if my clamming up has been due to a lack of interesting subjects to write about or just my own personal misery, but whatever it is it has kept me silent for a few weeks.
But wait …
It seems to me like we are paying an awful lot of people to do nothing but bicker over things they don’t really believe in. Some call it democracy, some call it parliament, I call it a massive waste of resources for little to no benefit to anyone other than those people paid to do it.
You are never going to win a fight with the Police on the streets of Britain. They are trained in the ways of urban warfare, are a well equipped and disciplined fighting force, and they get up to date accurate intelligence. They also get to come tooled up and break the law.
The trouble with being middle class is that you’re always expected to be going somewhere. If you’re not upwardly mobile then you are nothing and are probably in Britain’s 4th class characterised by joblessness for whatever reason.
As far back as I can remember I was a Formula One fan. When I was growing up, names like Hunt and Fittipaldi meant something magical, as did Lotus and John Player Special. Someone else’s Scalextric set was the closest I ever got to an actual F1 car though, being a poor kid from the north of England.
This is a short race Kevin Going and I had on Saturday night. We normally run a whole bunch of these back to back to get our race fix on a Saturday in preparation for running the same car and track in a 1hour timed race the following Friday, but after this one (the second of that evening) we decided to call it a night as we both agreed it wasn’t going to get much better than this!
There is a storm in a teacup going on today, and I feel I should comment.
And yeah, for those of you who know me you know that “comment” really means “rant” with a hint of “opine”.