Apparently I'm angry. So let's arrest Rhodri Morgan and charge him with theft! (And waiting for Anglo-centric response)

Why be angry if you can't make sallacious calls?

But there is a serious point here. And I know, its an old, old, old, old, old point. From 2003 in fact. Ah, those halcyon days, where the Lib Dems had one councillor in Newport. Ah, those halcyon days, where the Labour Government was struck with indecision - unable to choose between ineptitude or gimicks.

Oh! And the prize remembrance of halcyon days... when a Labour Government shelled out over a million pounds to give retiring farts a lovely paycheck.

(I know, I'm once again posting on something my brother's written about, but for some reason he's taken to blogging and is stealing my progressive angry turf and turning it into progressive, reasoned thinking debate - its not natural, I tells ya, its not!)

It would be really really really funny if there was an economic recession in which that money would be needed, wouldn't it? Thank God there isn't... oh, shit... wait... crap.

Anyway, personally, I think now this has been quite rightly accepted as the abject failure of policy it was. I don't often agree with libertarian wings of my party, but excuse me while I scream: what the HECK? Since WHEN is it the responsibility of a national government to FUND the retirement egg of farts? (Egg, farts... there's a link there that I shouldn't probably make)

So here's my suggestion. The Welsh Assembly writes to those who retired with a lovely, State-funded pension-plan-on-top-of-a-pension-plan. It demands the money back (heck, if we've given the State the power to dictate the age of councillors, lets give them the power to demand the retired corruptions - sorry, councillors - pay the money back! Its only fair!). Then Rhodri Morgan pays for the rest out of his and his Party's pocket for passing it in the first place.

Oh, and if there's any money left outstanding, we arrest Rhodri Morgan, hold him to account in a public kangaroo court and then exile him to Cardiff North where he probably needs to start working for his wife, who is fighting tooth and nail (but with less of the fighting, as far as I can tell) for her seat.

Yes, I know, I'm talking out of my arse. And it'll take two seconds to notice that.

I wonder why it took almost six years for it to be seen as the failure it so obviously was.

IN OTHER NEWS: I am STILL waiting for a response from any nationalist Plaid Cymru member (or AM/MP) on what the heck Anglo-centric means in contemporary Welsh politics? I'm getting so annoyed now I'm close to laying down the gauntlet and saying something that I don't really mean just to provoke a response from Plaid Cymru's blogosphere on that issue. Come on, nationalists! I love you, but you're really bad at answering the question!