Posted on 04/28/2009 1:16:40 PM PDT by Lou Budvis
His name, as they say, is Michael Caine. And he's not a happy bunny. The 76-year-old film star has revealed in colourful terms that he has had it, and will leave Britain if taxes get any higher.
"The Government has taken tax up to 50 per cent, and if it goes to 51 I will be back in America," he said at the weekend. "We've got 3.5 million layabouts on benefits, and I'm 76, getting up at 6am to go to work to keep them. Let's get everybody back to work so we can save a couple of billion and cut tax, not keep sticking it up."
(Excerpt) Read more at telegraph.co.uk ...
You've been bitten by a bit of conservatism, my friend.
Welcome to getting "mugged" by Big Brother in Britain.
Whatever you do, don't move to the U.S. because all of you Brits do is bring your liberal ideas here and demand we Neanderthals adopt them.
Try Canada, they're not as bad -- yet.
My favorite movie of all time is “Harvey”.
Here! Here!
Completely HOT!!!! hee hee
General Stewart was possibly the greatest actor of all time and a true Hollywood patriot along with President Reagan and John Wayne.
My Father met Jimmy Stewart in London during WWII. They sat across from each other at an Officer’s Mess.He was polite, shy and my Dad said there was a reason he was so slim. He chewed each bite twenty times! Mr.Stewart is one of my favorite film actor because of his committment to his country.
Indeed...he retired from the Air Force Reserve as a Brigadier. On his 75th Birthday, he received a phone call from then-President Reagan, which was put over a loudspeaker for the crowd to hear. Reagan invoked his authority to give BG Stewart a direct order to look directly to his west, at which time a flight of A7s came roaring over at a very, very low altitude in salute.
The crowd went wild...
Caine's father (Maurice Micklewhite Sr.) spent 11 years in the Army:
And it all started so unpromisingly. When he was born Maurice Joseph Micklewhite in the charity wing of St Olaves Hospital, Rotherhithe, just after 10am on Tuesday, March 14th, 1933, he was something of a mess. His dad, also Maurice, had served seven years in India with the Royal Horse Artillery then returned to marry Ellen Maria Burchell a local charlady. At the time of the boy's birth, dad was unemployed but soon got a job as a porter at Billingsgate fish market, where the Micklewhites had laboured for 200 years.
1940 saw the Blitz begin in deadly earnest. First came the bombs on parachutes, then the terrifying doodlebugs and finally the murderous V-2 rocket. Maurice Sr was called back to the Royal Artillery, returned after the disaster of Dunkirk, then left again to join the 8th Army in North Africa. They would not see him for another 4 years.
Michael Caine's combat in the Korean War:
Maurice's (Michael Caine) second tour of duty coincided with a major Chinese offensive. At one point he and his buddy were firing a machine-gun into a solid wall of men. There must have been fatalities. Then, patrolling No Man's Land at night, his patrol were cut off from their own lines by Chinese soldiers and spent horrible, endless hours in the darkness waiting for the sound of their deadly enemies and the tell-tale scent of the garlic that all the opposing army habitually chewed (for years afterwards, even in Hollywood, the smell of garlic would give Michael Caine the fear).
After one boiling summer and one freezing winter of death, disgust and raging fear, he was demobbed and returned to the family prefab at the Elephant. It was now 1952. He got a job in a butter factory, tipping crates of butter into a vat. Mentioning his acting ambition to an older co-worker he was given a sterling piece of advice - read The Stage, a magazine that could be bought on Fridays at Solosy's bookshop on Charing Cross Road. This he did and, sitting in Leicester Square, noted that the only suitable vacancy was for an assistant stage manager who'd also play small roles for a company in Horsham, a small provincial town to the south of the capital. This could be it, his first professional job in theatre. The world had seen the last of Maurice Micklewhite, from now on he would be. . . um . . . er . . . something more acceptably middle-class and thespian, like Michael Scott. Sending off a photo under this new moniker, he waited.
Welcome to American!
Welcome to America!
If only more people would talk like this guy. When someone else owns more of your labor than you do, that is SLAVERY.
That would really be something. I take it you were there?
Zulu.
Absolutely...virtually the whole town was there.
My favorite Michael Caine movie,although “Zulu” was great, is “Dirty, Rotten, Scondrels” with Steve Martin. A hoot.
<”I’m on the dole why work?”
18 years ago I was on a flight to London and sat next to a guy w/a business in England. He said it was next to impossible to hire anyone because people got on the dole and felt it wasn’t worth the effort to go to work. They’d rather get less money and stay on the dole than make more money and have to get up and out everyday. I’m pretty sure things haven’t changed much since then.
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