How to:

How to lose a war:
Rear Adm Harris said:
“They are smart. They are creative, they are committed,”
“They have no regard for life, either ours or their own. I believe this was not an act of desperation, but an act of asymmetrical warfare waged against us.”

You couldn’t make it up, US military considers Guantanamo suicides ‘acts of war’ against America.

How to win a war:
California has had thirty years of astounding economic growth with no growth in electricity use. Why? Efficiency. (Also, Rod Oram is good.)

How to get ready for Peak Oil and make ourselves rich in process:
Damn, didn’t get a personal mention, but hell, we got the ideas into the paper.

And how to confuse a Jez:
Free trade makes everyone better off, because the countries who are best at making a particular thing can export it to everyone else, and import different things from those who are best at making everything else. So why in the name of Jeebus did Britain import 465 tonnes of gingerbread whilst exporting 460 tonnes? Its the The chocolate biscuit paradox.

11 thoughts on “How to:”

      1. To invest my savings in biofuel or to use it to burn fossil fuel in adventures around the globe…

        (always eat biscuits – it’s a requirement)

        1. Phew, you had me worried about the biscuits there.

          Solve your dilemma – give all your money to me.
          note – I an not a qualified financial advisor

          1. Re: Shan’t!

            I am indeed good at the ideas thing. That’s what they pay me for.

            Also, when you’re a rich biofuels entrepeneur, I may turn up and say “wouldn’t a biofuel-powered rocket be wonderfull advertising for you, can I have a half a million gallons please?”

  1. re the suicides

    i heard that on the radio this morning and it made me stump around the house shouting and being angry.

    god, how STUPID are these people?????????

    1. Re: re the suicides

      I met a traveller from an antique land
      Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
      Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
      Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown
      And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
      Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
      Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
      The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.
      And on the pedestal these words appear:
      “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
      Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”
      Nothing beside remains: round the decay
      Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
      The lone and level sands stretch far away.

      1. Shelley!

        (i want some of what he was on)

        And that line about Ozymandias is one of my most favouritest bits of poetry ever. Because it’s so poignant.

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