BBC Radio Europe

BBC Radio Europe

Wing Commander James Sutton DFC, was given a position in the BBC shortly after the war in July 1946. He had been a bomber pilot and saw first hand much of the destruction of Europe. Perhaps his part in the destruction of the many of the beautiful cities was behind his innovative idea. He said that it was when he kept seeing the slogan ‘Nation Shall Speak Unto Nation‘ over the entrance doorway to the BBC in Portland Place, that he had his vision for a new radio station.

Up until then the Home Service, Third Programme and the Light Programme had been the main stream radio stations. James Sutton proposed the a new radio station take to the air called ‘BBC Free Radio in Europe‘.

The then time Controller liked the concept and a working group was formed within the BBC. After a summer of deliberation in which some promising ideas around farming and fisheries, culture and entertainment, religious affairs, re-uniting families lost during the war and human interest stories from across Europe. Eventually it was the reality of not being able to fund such an ambitious project that stopped further progression.

But in the mid 1960’s another Controller read about the project and believed it was right for the times. There was then a great deal of discussion about the Common Market and whether the UK should join it.

Money was found by cutting some of the more expensive programmes in the World Service under whose direction the new station would be formed. It was to be called BBC Radio Europe with the mission statement;

Bringing Europe together.

There was certainly no shortage of material and quickly a broad menu of programmes was formed. Most well known was the Comedy Hour on Sundays with stars such as Franky Howard and Tony Hancock delivering humour that it was expected Europeans would understand. They did, and quickly the rather saucy, dry and clever wit of the writers adapted their material around European interest.

In Your Garden was to become another staple for European listeners. Presenters would visit well known and less well known gardens and interview gardeners there. A small part of the garden would be focussed on in great detail so that listeners might recreate the ideas and enjoy new planting techniques and garden design.

The list of successful programmes is too long to describe here but the point can be made of how the formation of BBC Radio Europe put it’s finger on the pulse of public opinions, needs and hopes. Where distrust and envy had been barriers to peace before the war, in some small way, BBC Radio Europe enabled all people whatever their culture and geographical background in Europe, to see over the fence and enjoy the company of neighbours.

There is always a slightly darker side as in all new ventures. MI6 were rumoured to have one time requested the ‘time signal pips’ be encoded with secret messages. Some boffin had worked out a way to compress a long string of Morse code into a single beep. Replayed slowly, the pip could be read and British agents across Europe instructed and informed.

The Controller put a complete ban on this idea, claiming it interfered with the principle of the BBC being detached in every way from Government. He was concerned, rightly, that should this technique be discovered the whole integrity of the radio station and perhaps even the BBC’s charter, would be compromised.

As the decades passed into the 90’s and 00’s, BBC Radio Europe became a progressive and instructive voice across the falling boundaries of Europe. Greater emphasis was placed on language skills and building on a common language such as English to bring people together. A spotlight was placed in programme schedules on the one time Soviet Union satellite countries such as Poland, Ukraine and Hungary as well as the minor Baltic States. BBC Radio Europe was believed to have provided valuable support to the people of Germany both prior and after unification of East and West. Families were re-united, reliable breaking news stories broadcast, new political directions for democrats of all parties, were all given a platform to speak.

Combined with the growth of the internet and the world wide web, BBC Radio Europe became a stronger voice then ever before. Many of the programmes were made available on the internet and to download although at first the choice was limited, soon the possibilities expanded into the ‘I-Player’ and ‘Sounds’, we know today.

At one time an ‘European Radio Licence’ scheme was discussed in the European Parliament. The proposal was to evolve BBC Radio Europe into a station controlled independently of all parliaments through subscription, on the lines of the BBC Charter. It would be based in central Europe, maybe somewhere like Lichtenstein, where it would continue to evolve independently and without prejudice towards one way of thinking or another.

The BBC were initially in agreement and indeed a trailblazer for what was in effect a new and very promising income source. The lessons of ‘missing the boat’ over the Pirate Radio evolution in the 1960’s had been learned. This time the BBC wanted to be on the side of the pirates, and rightly so for there was known to be another gathering storm of Nationalism within Europe and across the world.

The continued independence of radio programming was what killed the idea in the end. There was a growing feeling in the management of the BBC that BBC Radio Europe would become a monster which no one could control. They were thinking of right wing influences and quasi government organisations, infiltrating and gaining control of news content and programme scheduling.

Then came the nail that closed the lid on the coffin of BBC Radio Europe. From within the BBC strong right wing influences guided programme controllers and presenters into an agenda of patriotism or perhaps better named nationalism. Forward looking thinkers who had brought BBC Radio Europe into centre stage of ‘fairness and reasonableness’ were replaced by figures looking back to Britain’s Imperial past. This despite the fact that much of Britain’s prosperity is known to have been forged on the back’s of the poor of the so-called third world.

In this new world where borders are once again drawn with the steel pen of walls and border posts, the voice of BBC Europe has failed in it’s once optimistic vision.

BBC Europe will cease to broadcast on the day that the United Kingdom leaves the European Union. This will undoubtedly be a sad day for all citizens, not only of the UK but for the whole of Europe. Peace was bought at a high price in Europe. Radio Stations, you would like to think, are worth more than a sudden closure, after it’s long service to the freedom of the citizens of Europe.

All the above is entirely fictitious. There never was a BBC Radio Europe. Perhaps if their had been and many similar European combined enterprises based on communication and understanding, Europe and the World would be in a better place today.

I am Prime Minister

‘Today is the day we hold an historic meaningless vote. Two years ago I went over to the continent and told them what the terms of Brexit would be. At first the EU didn’t like my ‘red line’ attitude but after constant repetition they finally agreed; if only to shut me up (laughs self consciously).

Because no one knew what they had voted for when they voted to leave the EU, I have had to make up the terms of my meaningless Withdrawal Agreement. It’s so fraught with problems that I have had to paint parliament into a corner to get them to vote for it. This hasn’t worked so far but by constantly delaying parliamentary procedure, we are now where I want us to be – at the edge of the abyss.

So today you will all be voting for my deal…as they say on that interesting show Meaningless on tea time telly, ‘a very very good deal indeed‘. You all know the terms by now, as you have voted against them enough times. But as the alternative is falling off the cliff edge, I expect more of you will see that my Brexit is the only way forward.

‘What about a people’s vote?!’

‘I don’t know why I have to explain again but we have had the referendum ages ago. The people voted to leave. It is my mission to give the people what they want, even if the terms and conditions were not considered and  differ enormously from what people expected. But remember, we can’t just keep going back to the people asking the same question until we get the answer we want.’

‘That’s exactly what you are doing with your meaningless vote!’

‘Yes, but I am Prime Minister and I can do whatever I want. And I have told, I mean, agreed with the EU negotiators that every member of this house will strip naked, paint ourselves blue and dance around Parliament Square singing Britain Waves the Rules! That is a much better deal than staying the EU.’

‘No it’s not!’

‘Who said that?’

‘I did.’

‘See me afterwards.’

‘What about all the people who didn’t vote in the first referendum, who want to be heard now?’

‘If you mean women in refugee camps; – we have stripped her of her citizenship, so no longer a problem.’

‘No, I mean the two million sixteen year olds in 2016, who are now eighteen. It’s their future and they have a right to be heard. And then there are the UK citizens who live in Europe and were not allowed to vote on the grounds that this doesn’t concern them because they have lived out the UK for 15 years. Of course it concerns them…them more than anyone else!’

‘A second referendum will bring indecision and divisiveness.’

‘We have indecision and divisiveness now! Surely a second vote will either stop Brexit or give it more impetus and quieten dissenters.’

‘My deal is a very good deal and if you don’t agree to it then you are not being democratic and defending the rule of law and parliament…’

‘Why?’

‘Because I say so, because I am Prime Minister. So are we going to have this meaningless vote or not? Let’s get it over and this time, remember, if you don’t vote for my meaningless deal then you will have to keep voting until you vote in it’s favour.

If you vote for the good of the country instead of my meaningless deal, the repercussions will not be my fault but yours for being very naughty MP’s.

No indecision. Commit yourselves to be stupid and support the most uninformed plan anyone has ever concocted. You must vote and you must vote decisively, May. You may not vote ‘may not’ or wait until May.

Let’s be certain about one thing. I used to tell my teachers at school uncertainty, is not my middle name, it’s my last name.

How to Lose the Lottery

I remember times in the UK when there was no National Lottery. When I went to Australia I considered it quirky that there was a ‘Loto’ which concentrated the attention of the masses once a week. Profits went to social causes, one assumes, like taxes do, one assumes.

Not surprising then, that some regarded Lotteries as a form of voluntary tax. The logic of the possibility of owning more money than you can dream of for the expenditure of just one dollar, is too much. It is logical to enter a lottery, yes, because without a ticket you do not have a chance of winning.

What the Lottery advertising does not suggest is that the chance of winning can be questioned. The question is obviously, how likely am I to win the lottery? For the simple mind without any grasp of statistics or even arithmetic, this question is difficult. Surely, this would spoil the fun and why not, just take a chance?

Even when told that the chances of winning the National Lottery in the UK presently are fourteen million to one, precious pounds are handed over for an empty promise every week by many not really able to afford it. Their dreams have the better of them. Selfish desires are strong motivators.

I expect if they climbed aboard my ‘Reality Bus’ they might see the light. This bus, you see, will drive you passed a football stadium in which have been invited fifty thousand people. They sit in silent expectation, each reviewing their plans for what to do with the millions they hope to win. The guide on the Reality Bus asks how many of those in the stadium might win the lottery. Sun hats are removed as heads are scratched and partners quiz each other.

Is it a trick question?

Well, of course it is because at this moment the bus revs into life. After a few minutes it stops at the entrance to another identical stadium. Inside the stadium can be heard the discourse of another fifty thousand hopefuls. The same question is asked? Some on the bus begin to wonder how many more of these football stadiums there are. And they are correct to do so. All through the morning and afternoon, the bus drives up to another one hundred football stadiums each bristling with like minded people to those on the bus. The bus passengers are beginning to think about dinner. They are let off at the one hundred and first stadium to use the facilities. Some grab a quick pie and a beer on their way back onto the bus. The driver is keen to move on. He has done this journey many times and knows that they are going to be going through the night visiting another hundred identical stadiums.

Come breakfast time the passengers are looking tired and bewildered. How could there possibly be so many football stadiums full of people who are ALL expecting to win the same lottery?

The driver insists they have to drive on and by mid afternoon the bus stops at the two hundred and eightieth stadium. The guide stands up and holds the microphone to address the weary passengers.

‘So far we have passed by fourteen million people all expecting to win with a similar ticket or tickets that you purchased. I have to ask you now, how lucky do you feel?’

This is the point of the whole journey and the moment when the bus passengers finally understand the waste of money and time they have devoted to the purchase of a lottery ticket.

A voluminous hand of fate hangs over the audiences seated in the 280 football stadiums one by one. A clever inflatable ‘hand’ suspended from a helicopter provides this metaphor. As it leaves each stadium having conducted no positive selection, the crowds get up and leave in a dismal mood. ‘It’s not even as interesting as a nil nil footy match’ one hopeful contestant is heard to say.

At the 79th stadium, one lucky contestant is selected amongst whoops of joy from the winner – and moans of envy from the other 49,999 in the stadium.

The Reality Bus completes it’s journey with a visit to Mr. Mind Guru. This is an man from India who sits on a huge golden cushion in a small marquee. The bus passengers are seated on carpets and served tea and biscuits which they gulp hungrily. The guru explains that the secret of a happy life is not to be different to others by being ‘filthy rich’ – he almost spat out the words. The secret of eternal happiness is to cherish the things and people with whom and which one is surrounded. ‘Isn’t it?’

Despite the convoluted English, the audience confer and sort of understanding, as well as they are able following their sleep deprivation.

The audience are invited to burn their lottery tickets and pledge to give materially and with their time to as many worthy causes as they wish in some other way. This will bring them the greatest happiness – so they are told.

‘More happiness than all the tea in India – more happiness than in a selfish thought or a comparison of oneself with another.’

The audience trickle out of the marquee. Time has not been wasted. It has been a very truthful lesson.

The bus heads back to the first football stadium where another fifty hopefuls take their seats, for what they are told will be ‘the ride of your life’. Just49,950 hopefuls to be enlightened, from this stadium before the bus moves onto the next. 

Bored of the Border

At a critical time in UK politics, Teresa May is enjoying the sunshine in Sharm El Sheikh at the tax payer’s expense. There is an EU summit, but Brexit is not on the agenda. Brexit is due to happen in five weeks on the 29th March 2019. The scene is my house.

I put my steaming Irish Stew on the table just as the phone rang.

‘Yup’

‘Hello – the Right Honourable Teresa May here…’

‘Look, I’ve just put my dinner on the table, can I ring you back?’

‘Oh, yes – scratch my back a little higher darling…’

‘What did you say your name was?’

‘TM – the PM – ooh, lovely’

I suspected it was some sort of prank call.

When I had scooped up the last of my Danone Bifidus I eyed my phone, picked it up and speed dialled.

‘Bob! Thank you so much for ringing back.’

It wasn’t my name but I let it pass.

‘I’ve been told by Dave to call you when I get stuck up a gum tree.’

‘Do you mean Dave – captain-of-the-ship-talking-to-you-from-the-lifeboat-off-the-port-stern – Cameron?’

‘Yes, yes, him. Well he told me you were a bit of a clever Dick -a problem solver.’

She had my name wrong again. ‘Yes’

‘Well, I have a problem. It’s this Brexit thing. I keep trying but I can’t delay it any longer and I soooo want a hard Brexit. I’ve tried to string everyone along but I have run out of irrational reasons. You must have been following it, surely?’

Why was she calling me Shirley?

‘Go on Mrs. T.’

‘Well, it’s all over this Irish border back stop thing; between the North and South of the Ireland of Island.’

‘Island…it’s an island called Ireland.’

‘Yes, so, tell me what I should do? I mean, Dave knew about the Good Friday Agreement banning a hard border and yet like the silly ass he is, he still went ahead with the referendum. I mean – just because it was in the Tory party manifesto…which has never been a reason to carry out policy before. I mean, how stupid was that?’

‘On a scale of ten?’

‘Yes’

‘Ten.’

There was a long pause as if I was expected to produce a solution straight away. ‘So listen – was it Mother Teresa?’

‘No, the Right Honourable’

‘Okay Ron, here is what you do. First, that border with the farmers on their Massey Fergusons and lost tourists and local folks crossing all day and night.’

‘Yes’

‘Don’t move it. Don’t touch it. No barriers, no towers, no machine gun posts.’

‘Oh, thank you. Thank you!’

‘The border is totally fixed and that problem, is your solution. It’s a red line on the map and politically. So introduce all of your Trade and Customs checks away from the border.’

‘We thought of putting it in the Irish Sea but it was too wet.’

‘No, listen, you just move all your ‘border controls’ a few miles inland so that they are no longer literally, border controls. That leaves the real border frictionless and in full accordance with the Good Friday Agreement.’

‘Can I say robust?’

‘Sure.’

‘Robust.’

‘Even with two hundred or so border crossing points you can put in controls at suitable geographic locations.’

‘What locations?’

‘Well I thought loads of Payage’s. You know, Toll Booths, hundreds of them up and down, near to the border.’

‘Toll Booths?’

‘Yes, you see, all the traffic from Eire is not contributing it’s fair share to road tax in the UK. They are merrily wearing out UK roads and infrastructure without a care, so we stop them, and make them pay.’

‘Brilliant! Go on.’

‘…and they will need private health insurance, travel insurance, pet insurance and comprehensive vehicle insurance – which they can purchase by the day from the UK government.’

‘You mean we sting them for tax and insurance? I love it!’

‘Whilst this is going on, border control officers are doing their checks on vehicles. Number plate recognition cameras are hidden in the ‘Beware of High Tarrifs and Taxes – You Are Now Entering the United Kingdom’ warning road signs. They are alerted to any vehicles that they should be interested in. You know loaded with Somali terrorists and drug cartel bosses.

‘I love it! I’m so glad you called Alec. Dave was right. You are smart. But, I can see one other problem.  What about the other side? The EU insists on a hard border since it’s the edge of Europe.  I can see they are going to make it look like North Korea, however clever we are on our side.’

‘I know’

‘So’

‘When the wall goes up and the hostile vehicle mitigation barriers, anti-tank gun emplacements, mine fields…’

‘Oh no! Oh no!’

‘Don’t worry. That’s in my plan. When all that happens despite your robust objections as it being contravening the Good Friday Agreement and no one is listening to you…that is when you insist on a ‘border poll’…both north and south.

‘What pole? A north pole and a south pole? They are a long way away?’

‘No, a poll, you know, referendum? Both ends of the country vote on whether to unify the island of Ireland.’

‘I can’t see the IRA liking that’

‘It’s what they have been fighting for this last century’

‘Oh, yes, of course…1914…is that what it was about?’

‘…just make sure the referendum needs a majority that is as slim as possible. Do not require a super-majority of say 66% otherwise you won’t get the result you want. You know…just as in the Brexit referendum. Even a majority of one farmer who entered the polling booth by mistake looking for a lost lamb, just one casting vote will become the ‘will of the Irish people’. Your defence becomes a defence of democracy. Moral high ground and all that…’

‘I’m writing this down Dave…l a m b.’

‘Then Ireland is united, the Treasury are delighted with extra taxes for a while, and most importantly, Brexit can happen smoothly. You become Dame Margaret Teresa of Mumbai in the new year and everyone is happy!’

‘Oh Winston! You are so clever. Thank you. I hate strategy and you have really set the ship on a navigable course. So much smarter than Dave.’

‘Don’t mention it. We Irish Republican’s are always happy to work with the United Kingdom.’

Not All Aliens are Bad

Today is Australia Day, 26th January 2019 considered as a celebration of the arrival of a fleet of British ships in Sydney Harbour in 1770.

Unfortunately it is not a day all souls in Australia wish to celebrate by consuming a mountain of tinnies down at the beach. There is also a rally of Aboriginal people in Canberra today, who wish to point out that they were here first and have at least, equal rights to the country.

It’s a difficult one, because both sides have a point. History (in my personal definition) consists of one dam thing after another. This includes previously undisturbed or (from the other view) undiscovered tribes, races or lottery winners – who would have preferred being left alone.

Clearly ships without engines cannot travel backwards any more than history can be rewound, so for purely pragmatic reasons, those hiding have to factor in the certainty of being found – eventually.

The important point in my view, is that the rights of those being ‘discovered’ are respected – in modern times these would be classified and defined as ‘human rights’. So ignoring the benefit of hindsight in too large a dose, the rights of indigenous peoples in say, Australia were largely ignored, even if this was out of a sense of ‘doing the right thing’; such putting European style clothes on them.

In New Zealand, I believe the Maori s were given a better ‘deal’ under the Treaty of Waitonga than their counterparts in Australia. Having said that, the Maori s gave the previous inhabitants of New Zealand a very bad deal indeed – few survived – so history can teach us all.

My point of conjecture is that humans find it alarmingly hard to be ‘universal’ in their love and trust of one another. Even when Homo Sapiens Sapiens left Africa and / or the Euphrates basin and headed north, the Neanderthals already in Europe were not too happy to see them. (Recent DNA evidence though, suggests that some Neanderthals were very happy to see them.)

In modern man there remains, what I call, the ‘football shirt’ mentality. This would be more accurately termed ‘tribalism’ by an anthropologist but the behavioural mechanisms are the very similar. Let me explain the football analogy.

If you quizzed the eager fans queuing for an important league football match to ascertain their level of understanding of the rules of the game, I expect they would all score in the region of 90% and above. In other words – they are fully conversant with the rules. However, fast forward to a moment in the game where there is a dispute of what just happened, say – ‘was a player offside just before scoring?’ The supporters who benefit from the goal will all swear that the player was not offside. The rival supporters will all swear the opposite.

Although they know how the game works in their heads, their hearts will filter what they have just seen in favour of their beliefs and prejudices. In other words, a bias is in command. At worst this is manifest as violence and hatred, at best, a conviction that the referree has left his white stick in the dressing room. What has happened is that the stadium has become emotionally divided.

Most so called ‘racism’ has this origin and manifestation although the word has complex meanings in modern usage (so much so that the Norwegians refuse to use it in legal definitions and prefer alternatives). However ‘racism’ is a bias or prejudice against a perceived group so that, that group suffer a loss. In the case of the football match, they may lose the game. In the case of an undiscovered tribe in a rain forest or continent, the effect may be considerably more serious than loss of a game.

Some tribalism persists irrevocably in modern western societies and is encapsulated in ‘religion’.

I remember Rabbi Lionel Blue speaking on the radio and telling a story of a Jewish boy arriving at his new primary school in Northern Ireland. He is quizzed by a Catholic boy and Protestant boy about his religion. On hearing that he was a ‘Jew’ they both looked confused. After a pause the question was asked, ‘Are you a Protestant Jew or a Catholic Jew?’

With the perfect logic that is characteristic of the naïve and very young, we have an example of the irrationality of bias and prejudices of religious and cultural dogma. It may surface in a form of an unusual form of dress or a way of thought. In every instance it is worthy of deep mistrust.

At the end of the day (and at the end of the world) we will all be judged for our actions. Such things as the unconscious biases (that we all contain through parental and cultural conditioning) will reveal how prejudiced we have been to our fellow beings.

If you haven’t followed my train of thought, then watch the news when the Aliens arrive! As the jets and missiles are loosed at their space craft, consider for a moment what very highly advanced spiritual people, aliens probably are.

The Wall

Humpty Trumpty

Imagined a wall

Humpty Trumpty

Had a great fall

You might be forgiven for not believing in election promises because this would not be the first election promise to be broken. After all, the Mexicans were meant to pay for it and they must have changed their minds…right?

Anyway, there are plenty of ways to climb down from a border wall promise. One might be that the country cannot afford it. A country that owed 9 trillion a decade ago and now owns 22 trillion dollars…perhaps it’s in the national interest not to go further into debt?

No, Mr T has decided on a wall and he is having one. He will have made a thorough investigation into the problem and how a wall is the perfect solution, right?

What’s the problem?

Well, we have these eight year old criminals coming over into the USA from Mexico and other south American countries and threatening the lives of honest living Americans. So, to save the Americans we must stop the criminal children and their criminal parents seeking political asylum. This problem is so real and bad, really really bad, that any amount of money must be spent and liberty can go to hell, because a state of National Emergency is likely to be called all because of these bad bad people over there. Not me! Not me doing this! I am forced to do it!

It’s a rather chaotic summary of the problem but it’s close.

The solution proposed has passed the SWOT test as follows;

Strengths

Walls are known to keep the people out that you don’t like. For instance prison walls, they keep people out – well in actually but that’s not our intention – let me check – oh OK perhaps that is the agenda they said not to mention. So walls keep people out who are planning to murder Americans because they are hungry and tired and in fear of their lives and need a job. Well a wall is more effective and reliable than the Border Force we have already have. They are hopeless aren’t they? Anyway a wall will make them not work so hard which must be an advantage, right? Perhaps I can sack them! Oh please let me sack them.

Weaknesses

We don’t like to admit this but perhaps a wall only needs to be breached in a small section and you might as well not have thousands of miles of wall at all. A small breach lets through a lot of people in a short amount of time, like a leak in a dam drains the lake real quick. So anyone with a steel penetrating weapon, like a shoulder carried anti tank weapon, can make a hole in any steel wall. Not that you will get hold of a military weapon in America that easily.

Then there are the two ends which go into the sea. Not sure how to stop people using boats to go around the ends of the wall? Sharks?

And however high it is, people will try to go over it. Yes, people can’t fly but they can if they use aircraft, or hang gliders, or drones or balloons or anything that is lighter than air actually. And since the wall is intended to last a long time, technology is going to make flight easier, year on year.

Or they can dig. The wall will go under the surface of the earth a distance and then stop. So you dig and go under the wall. Advantage of this is you can’t be seen. Dig at night. Cover the tunnel entrance. Confuse sensors with motorbikes. Steve Mc Queen. He took a motorbike over a wall didn’t he? Huh, Hollywood pranks, just fake.

And the wall will force more people to use the pinch points, that is legal border crossings. These will need all the facilities to deal with processing asylum seekers, staff, investigators, medics, offices, holding areas, accommodation, food, money, money and more money…not cheap.

Opportunities

When there is a wall, American citizens can sleep in their beds at night because although there are millions of illegal immigrants already in America, America will be much safer because those in can’t get out and those out can’t get in. Get it?

Threats

The only threat to this very very good solution is the Democrats who just don’t get it. They don’t believe it will be practical or good value for money and will stop it being built. But once they see how good even a short section of wall is at keeping people on the other side, they will be convinced it’s good value for money.

Or perhaps in the future people will stop wanting to come into the USA. Perhaps the movement of people will change direction and people will want to leave America for a stable regime in Mexico and beyond. They won’t like the wall and won’t vote Democrat again.

Then there are robots being developed now that will be able to over come the wall far more easily than humans, and help humans travel either way over under through or around the wall. Robots. Don’t you hate them.

After all this really hard thinking the Whitehouse team were asked embarrassing questions by journalists. Isn’t a wall a very old fashioned idea that has never worked historically? The Berlin wall for instance or Hadrian’s wall in Scotland?

Someone suggested to Mr T that border walls were a medieval idea. Mr T was very very clever indeed in his response. He said that wheels were invented in medieval times and they are still being used. Therefore things that worked long ago, will still work today. That’s his logic. I wonder if he has ever seen a picture of a chariot from 5000BCE? When ever the first wheel rolled down the hill, the point is that walls were never a good idea and wheels always were a good idea. The fact that both appeared in the past does not make anything from the past a good idea. That’s a syllogism. Could someone hand Mr T a dictionary?

Many Caesars were murdered because of their politics in Roman times, but that does not mean assassination of a president is a good idea today.

Even if a president acts conspiratorial and wields executive powers over the democratic checks and balances, he is still a very very reasonable guy with only the lives of little American babies at the foremost of this thoughts and the criminal gangs trying to kill them.

Yes, sir. We all believe you.