Mijn mening: Ik kan het amper beter zeggen. Ik moet nu zelf akkoord gaan met het IMF dat deze week nog waarschuwde voor mogelijke economische rellen wereldwijd, als gevolg van de crisis. Ik denk dat volgend jaar met Kerstmis er helemaal anders zal uitzien. Rellen in de periferie van de wereld maar steeds dichter bij de kern. Rellen in IJsland, wie had dat gedacht. Wees maar zeker dat we zware rellen zullen zien in Oost-Europa. De bevolking zal in opstand komen tegen de economische crisis. In China is men er ook bang voor. En terecht. Ik verschiet niet dat indien de economische crisis aanhoudt, er een revolutie komt in China. In de Verenigde Staten is de politie al plannen aan het voorbereiden om burgeropstanden in te dammen.
Binnen 12 tot 24 maanden wereldwijd zware rellen. Reken er maar op. Revoluties zullen er zeker ook zijn in de komende jaren. Hou Pakistan in de gaten in het belang van de wereldvrede. Indien we in de komende jaren de hyperinflatie induiken, zullen diplomaten wereldwijd alle zeilen moeten bijzetten om een wereldoorlog te vermijden. Ik zever niet.
België is het eerste land waar de regering is gevallen als gevolg van de economische crisis, maar het zal niet het laatste land zijn! Elders kan het wel eens met slag en stoot gepaard gaan. Er zullen tranen zijn. Véél tranen.
De wereldgeschiedenis is aan het kantelen. Ben je er klaar voor?
Volledig artikel Jeremy Clarkson (ik heb problemen om internetlinks te posten. Als ik een link in de tekst plaats, valt mijn lay out buiten de zichtbare lijnen):
December 7, 2008
Vauxhall Insignia 2.8 V6
An adequate way to drive to hell
I was in Dublin last weekend, and had a very real sense I’d been invited to the last days of the Roman empire. As far as I could work out, everyone had a Rolls-Royce Phantom and a coat made from something that’s now extinct. And then there were the women. Wow. Not that long ago every girl on the Emerald Isle had a face the colour of straw and orange hair. Now it’s the other way around. Everyone appeared to be drunk on naked hedonism. I’ve never seen so much jus being drizzled onto so many improbable things, none of which was potted herring. It was like Barcelona but with beer. And as I careered from bar to bar all I could think was: “Jesus. Can’t they see what’s coming?”
Ireland is tiny. Its population is smaller than New Zealand’s, so how could the Irish ever have generated the cash for so many trips to the hairdressers, so many lobsters and so many Rollers? And how, now, as they become the first country in Europe to go officially into recession, can they not see the financial meteorite coming? Why are they not all at home, singing mournful songs?
It’s the same story on this side of the Irish Sea, of course. We’re all still plunging hither and thither, guzzling wine and wondering what preposterously expensive electronic toys the children will want to smash on Christmas morning this year. We can’t see the meteorite coming either.
I think mainly this is because the government is not telling us the truth. It’s painting Gordon Brown as a global economic messiah and fiddling about with Vat, pretending that the coming recession will be bad. But that it can deal with it.
I don’t think it can. I have spoken to a couple of pretty senior bankers in the past couple of weeks and their story is rather different. They don’t refer to the looming problems as being like 1992 or even 1929. They talk about a total financial meltdown. They talk about the End of Days.
Already we are seeing household names disappearing from the high street and with them will go the suppliers whose names have only ever been visible behind the grime on motorway vans. The job losses will mount. And mount. And mount. And as they climb, the bad debt will put even more pressure on the banks until every single one of them stutters and fails.
The European banks took one hell of a battering when things went wrong in America. Imagine, then, how life will be when the crisis arrives on this side of the Atlantic. Small wonder one City figure of my acquaintance ordered three safes for his London house just last week.
Of course, you may imagine the government will simply step in and nationalise everything, but to do that, it will have to borrow. And when every government is doing the same thing, there simply won’t be enough cash in the global pot. You can forget Iceland. From what I gather, Spain has had it. Along with Italy, Ireland and very possibly the UK.
It is impossible for someone who scored a U in his economics A-level to grapple with the consequences of all this but I’m told that in simple terms money will cease to function as a meaningful commodity. The binary dots and dashes that fuel the entire system will flicker and die. And without money there will be no business. No means of selling goods. No means of transporting them. No means of making them in the first place even. That’s why another friend of mine has recently sold his London house and bought somewhere in the country . . . with a kitchen garden.
These, as I see them, are the facts. Planet Earth thought it had £10. But it turns out we had only £2. Which means everyone must lose 80% of their wealth. And that’s going to be a problem if you were living on the breadline beforehand.
Eventually, of course, the system will reboot itself, but for a while there will be absolute chaos: riots, lynchings, starvation. It’ll be a world without power or fuel, and with no fuel there’s no way the modern agricultural system can be maintained. Which means there will be no food either. You might like to stop and think about that for a while.
I have, and as a result I can see the day when I will have to shoot some of my neighbours – maybe even David Cameron – as we fight for the last bar of Fry’s Turkish Delight in the smoking ruin that was Chipping Norton’s post office.
I believe the government knows this is a distinct possibility and that it might happen next year, and there is absolutely nothing it can do to stop Cameron getting both barrels from my Beretta. But instead of telling us straight, it calls the crisis the “credit crunch” to make it sound like a breakfast cereal and asks Alistair Darling to smile and big up Gordon when he’s being interviewed.
I can’t say I blame it, really. If an enormous meteorite was heading our way and the authorities knew it couldn’t be stopped or diverted, why bother telling anyone? Best to let us soldier on in the dark until it all goes dark for real.
On a more cheery note, Vauxhall has stopped making the Vectra, that dreary, designed-in-a-coffee-break Eurobox that no one wanted. In its place stands the new Insignia, which has been voted European car of the year for 2009.
This award is made by motoring journalists across Europe, and, with the best will in the world, the Swedes do not want the same thing from a car as the Greeks. That’s why they almost always get it wrong. Past winners have been the Talbot Horizon and the Renault 9.
They’ve got the Insignia even more wrong than usual because the absolutely last thing anyone wants right now, and I’m including in the list consumption, a severed artery and a massive shark bite, is a four-door saloon car with a bargain-basement badge.
Oh it’s not a bad car. It’s extremely good-looking, it appears to be very well made, it is spacious and the prices are reasonable. But set against that are seats that are far too hard, the visibility – you can’t see the corners of the car from the driver’s chair – and the solid, inescapable fact that the Ford Mondeo is a more joyful thing to drive.
In the past, none of this would have mattered. Fleet managers would have bought 100 of whichever was the cheapest, and Jenkins from Pots, Pans and Pyrex would have had no say in the matter. Those days, however, are gone. The travelling salesman is now an internet address, and the mini MPV has bopped the traditional saloon on the head. I cannot think of the question in today’s climate to which the answer is “A Vauxhall Insignia”. And I’m surprised my colleagues on the car of the year jury didn’t notice this as well.
Then I keep remembering the Renault 9 and I’m not surprised at all.
I feel, I really do, for the bosses at GM who’ve laboured so hard to make this car. It’s way better than the Vectra. It looks as though they were bothered. But asking their dealerships to sell such a thing in today’s world is a bit like asking men in the first world war trenches to charge the enemy’s machinegun nests with spears.
Right now, there are two paths you can go down. You can either adopt the Irish attitude to the impending catastrophe and party like it’s 1999. In which case you are better off ignoring the Vauxhall and buying a 24ft Donzi speedboat instead.
Or you can actually start to make some sensible preparations for the complete breakdown in society. In which case you don’t want a Vauxhall either. Better to spend the money on a pair of shotguns and an allotment.
The ClarksometerVauxhall Insignia 2.8 V6 4×4 Elite Nav ENGINE 2792cc, six cylinders POWER 256bhp @ 5500rpm TRANSMISSION 258 lb ft @ 1900rpm FUEL 24.4mpg (combined) CO2 272g/km ACCELERATION 0-60mph: 6.7sec TOP SPEED 155mph PRICE £28,280 ROAD TAX BAND G (£400 a year) RELEASE DATE On sale now