11-09-01 Ten Years On

Because we can never let Terrorists of any Nation/Creed/Religion/Belief Win.

We here at the Three Ninjas Join our American Friends/Readers in remembering.

 


Some thoughts on the Recent England Riots

I was originally not going to write anything about the recent state of anarchy that popped up over England, even though I had friends in the areas of the riots, and who were affected by what happened. I had decided too many people were writing their views about it, so I had nothing new or different to contribute to the discussion, so I did not. Only as I read and hear more and more stories from the Media, I feel I need to mention a few things, just to get them off my mind.

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I Voted on how to Vote

So I went to do my Civic Duty and voted (AGAIN) I swear I seem to be voting a LOT at the minute.

So I packed my pack with provisions, emergency supplies, spare ammunition. Grabbed the shotgun & Katana and set off on the trek up into the wilds of the mountains, braving the elements and inbred locals to reach the Hut where I have to vote.

GN:What? You don’t believe me? let me recount my route from a previous post

If I leave my house, and turn left, its a one minute drive through civilisation to the nearest polling station. Only I am not allowed to vote there, Oh no, I must use a different one. To get to the one I use you have to turn right out of my house and drive away from civilisation. after about ten minutes you turn onto a small back road and head towards the mountains. Fifteen minutes later you leave that road, for a smaller, less used track and head even deeper into the wilderness of the mountains. Eventually you will arrive at a small shack on the side of the track, and its there I have to go to vote.

Seriously, If I did not have a four wheel drive sturdy vehicle, and a house full of lethal weapons to choose from, I don’t think I would ever vote.

So I arrived at the Hut and went in to Vote on the YES/NO to AV vote that I knew about. I walked slowly up to the two very strange looking people sat behind an old rickety table, my right hand absently hovering mere inches away from the concealed blade I’d draw at the first sound of Banjo music. I handed over my Voting slip and one of the men started handing me several voting forms, while the other made a note in his book. Turns out they has sneaked a couple of election’s in with the AV referendum. And with some great choices for who to govern us, BNP, Christian Party? (I thought they were a religion, but Hey instead of having views on the economy, immigration, Health Care they do state they are for the Ten Commandments). So I voted and left.

OK, for those of you Readers who live in countries where you left the 18th century and are now living happily in the 21st I should explain how our voting works. You get given a piece of paper, you walk over to a table where a pencil is taped to a piece of string to prevent theft. You put an X in the appropriate box, then return your paper to where you received it, and basically drop it through a letterbox into a glorified bucket. Yes, in this age of computers, touch-screen terminals, and easy technology we in the UK use pencils, those tamper proof voting system that is super secure unless the person wanting to rig the ballot has the cutting edge tools of an eraser and another pencil. Am I the only one who thinks this is a slow, silly, insecure voting system? Also Humans counting thousands of votes? Its way to easy for mistakes to happen. We’re living in the future people, lets try and act like we are. Now where’s my flying car I was promised?

What I am curious about, is how many people actually believe the urban legend that our votes are anonymous, and that big brother does not know what or who we vote for? When I was too young to vote I’d often hear people talking about how voting is anonymous and all that stuff. I found this odd as the magazines and books I read had other facts in that were contra to popular belief. I remember when I was sixteen I read in a biker magazine how if you voted for one of the extreme parties that MI5 would start a file on you. I remember conversations with people when they assured me voting is private and confidential. OK, so if its confidential why when I’m given my voting paper the number written in the top corner of the sheet is marked in a book next to my voting number? So after counting the votes you could pick up the pile of votes for say “The Monster Raving Loony Party” or “The Green Party” or “The BNP” and look up the names of all the people who voted for them. In what way is this anonymous? or is this anonymous in the same way a pencil mark on a bit of paper is secure?

Anyway.

  • Civic Duty – Done
  • Trip into the Hills – Done & Survived
  • Blog post – Done with extra Ranting

Now we wait for the results.

Vote Yes For Wales

We here at the Ninja Temple have done our part for democracy and been to the polls today to vote. Well some of us have there was a slight confusion on some persons behalf and he went to the pool place instead of the poll place.

So come on the rest of you go vote on more powers for the Welsh. I am personally hoping for flight, or invisibility, or Immortality.

Hello Mr Kettle, This is Mr Pot, You’re Black!

My commute too and from the office is currently being sound-tracked by podcasts of geek based American radio shows. And I will say for the record that on the whole I am really enjoying them, they are very informative and entertaining. I just feel I have to mention the absurdity of this mornings podcast.

Basically the presenter was discussing a news story of the time (The podcast was a couple of weeks old).  The story in question was :-

Veteran White House journalist Helen Thomas has quit her job after she was captured on video saying Israelis should “get the hell out of Palestine” and suggesting they go “home” to Germany, Poland or the United States.

Now the podcast presenter was defending her, saying she was correct, and in response to one comment of “What would the outcry be if she had said that all the blacks should get out of America and go back to Africa” he made a big point of explaining that was different, and that the problem was the Israelis had gone to the country populated by another people and forcibly taken over that country. And that was what was wrong with the whole thing.

There followed a tirade on how occupying some other people country forcibly was very wrong. And all I could think of was. “But you are an American??? you are a people made up from the peoples of lots of other countries, who went to a country already populated by a native race, and forcibly took over that country, locking away the natives in small reserves.” So basically everything bad he was saying about Israel was things America were guilty off. I was wondering if he thought that the Americans should leave and return to the countries they were originally from?

It amused me, so I thought I would Share….

GGN

A vote is like a rifle; its usefulness depends upon the character of the user.

Well today is “UK ELECTION 2010” day.

I have done my bit for the democratic procedure of hopefully *fingers crossed* fixing the country. And it was not easy. I sometimes think the Government is trying to prevent me from voting and having my say.

Let me explain.

If I leave my house, and turn left, its a 1 minute drive through civilisation to the nearest polling station. Only I am not allowed to vote there, Oh no, I must use a different one. To get to the one I use you have to turn right out of my house and drive away from civilisation. after about ten minutes you turn onto a small back road and head towards the mountains. Fifteen minutes later you leave that road, for a smaller, less used track and head even deeper into the wilderness of the mountains. Eventually you will arrive at a small shack on the side of the track, and its there I have to go to vote.

Seriously, If I did not have a four wheel drive sturdy vehicle, and a house full of lethal weapons to choose from, I don’t think I would ever vote.

Not an Accurate Image of Where I Vote

When you step out of the car to make the run into the shack, I swear you can hear banjo music playing in the distance.