On Wednesday, December 8, 2021 at 8:16:15 PM UTC, AMuzi wrote:
> On 12/8/2021 1:28 PM, Frank Krygowski wrote:
> > On 12/8/2021 1:28 PM, jbeattie wrote:
> >>
> >> Civil asset forfeiture goes back to the Old Testament. I
> >> guess Andre just woke up and found something new to
> >> complain about. Perhaps he should look out his window.
> >>
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Criminal_Assets_Bureau
> >
> > I don't see how Jute can stand living in that Irish police
> > state. Besides asset forfeiture, there's required proof of
> > COVID immunity and many other COVID restrictions, extreme
> > gun control, carbon taxes, free hospitals and doctors and
> > dental care for the poor...
> >
> > It's a conservative's nightmare! Yet while Jute whines about
> > America, he lives there. I'd wonder why, if he weren't so
> > unworthy of attention.
> >
> Ireland is bad enough.
It's a land of milk and honey if you can afford to live here. I never meet anybody who'd rather be anywhere else.
> He's probably happy not to be in
> Slovakia:
There are some places, no matter what your experience of looking after yourself in dangerous corners, you don't voluntarily take your family. Slovakia today is one of those place. Butler, the Irish essayist, forecast today's events before WW2.
I drove through Slovakia in the old days under the Soviets, a really beautiful country, though I was in too much of a hurry to take in such beauty. I'd been visiting people who risked jail sentences distributing my books as samizdat, self-typewritten copies, which was not explicitly illegal but seriously frowned upon, and could get you jailed by indirect application of other laws, and even if you weren't jailed, they'd break all your fingers so you couldn't use a typewriter. The secret police raided a reading and a couple and I crawled through a tiny window in the toilet and drove for the border. It wasn't much of an adventure as no one gave chase (that I knew of) and the only violence done was by me driving through a wooden barrier pole at what appeared to be an unmanned border post (I didn't stop to enquire if the soldiers manning it were absent or asleep on the job). I fixed up the husband with a job at my French publisher and his wife with a teaching position at a school of management a few blocks away, where she educated at least one French president and several premiers. On one occasion when I dined with them in Paris, they showed me the larger lavatory window they had installed, "just in case". My Paris lawyer, Maitre Olivier, tapped his waistcoat, which obviously wouldn't pass through even the larger window, and said, "Andre is a survivor. He'd leave me behind." Damn right I would leave behind a lawyer, regardless of how amusing he is, to delay the secret police, a bunch of really nasty torturers and rapists.
My experience, which of course I'd never admit to a publisher, even one who was there at the time, is that a lot of heroics are like that, anticlimactic. We were more nearly shot by border guards in the civilized west than by anyone on the Czechoslovakian side.
Didn't I once read here that you were an aficionado of the more sporting FIATs? That escapade was conducted in a FIAT 125 because it was a common enough profile as a Polski FIAT behind the Curtain in those days, and actually a pleasure to drive (if it was built in Turin and not behind the Curtain), pretty fast cross-country for a family car. I also at other times drove a FIAT 1500 (previous generation to the 125, twin headlamps high up under eyebrows, a nippy family car), one of the seven or eight Bertone 850 Spider with right hand steering (totaled by a fat woman in an old Holden in Melbourne -- the insurance, who thought they knew better than the owner, made me pay premiums for a Ferrari, and paid out as if it were a Ferrari after I explained the advantages of not making me into an enemy to their chairman), and a 130 Coupe, a fast, competent, luxurious four-seat (if the rear-seat two were not too tall) GT with a Ferrari-designed V6 engine, more reliable than the more expensive and, when it ran, even more competent Citroen SM with the troublesome Maserati V6 cut down from the perfectly reliable V8 (I had several in the three available engine sizes, and also the straight 6 that came before the V8, and never a moment of trouble from those sturdy, reliable engines -- it takes the genius of Citroen to bollox something that works that well). Today, if I could have any of those FIATs back, I think I'd choose the Millecinquecento, the 1500, which had superb handling and is fast enough for my roads,
Andre Jute
Die young and leave a beautiful corpse, if you must, but be sure meanwhile to stick your middle finger up the noses of the unholy..