Flee, For All Is Revealed!

I consider myself a moderate in Right-Wing terms. I do not hate anyone, but am repelled by many who hold opinions and activities which may very well harm both my family, my friends and my country. I am not readily drawn into anger, nor do I hold with those that do allow their anger to be reflected in unlawful or deadly acts. My elder brother, whom I have written about before in terms of his aptitude with things mechanical and electrical, considers me in political terms a ‘fascist’ whose political bedfellows include Nick Griffin and the shades of that well-loved human rights activist Adolf Hitler, but I just smile and worry about his blood pressure. So you can maybe understand and accept that I am a typical Englishman, with all my faults and virtues on show, for I do not dissemble well, and tend to speak as I find.

So you can maybe understand why a fellow customer of the supermarket cafeteria, where I was having coffee with my wife, felt compelled to approach me and state that I was not alone in my utter anger and disgust at the further revelations of the activities of the thieves and vagabonds who masquerade as Members of Parliament at Westminster. I was reading the pages of the Telegraph which showed both the pages of various politician’s expenses and allowances with what was considered to be ‘sensitive’ or ‘personal’ material redacted or blanked out, and the newspapers’ version which had only such details as addresses and phone numbers blanked, and the difference was sufficient to make me furious, with both the clutch of thieves in Westminster and with myself and my Country! My reactions must have been strong, because many others looked around, and being English of course, sideways and silently, at this bearded elderly man thumping the table in visible anger and rage whilst reading the columns of a newspaper! We have been fools for too long, and we should be collectively ashamed of ourselves for even believing or listening to this pack of liars and knaves!

We must rid ourselves of this den of thieves, not in anger but in cold deliberation, because by the very fact that these pages were published by the Westminster gang after the knowledge that the cat was indeed out of the bag, and, in the words of many Victorian melodramas, ‘All is Known’! They didn’t even have the brains to overcome their huge arrogance and acknowledge that they had gone beyond the limits of British Tolerance.

As others before me have quoted from a historic figure in British history, I can but utilise his immortal phrases again, because there is no other way to tell these clowns that the jig is up, and they are for the collective high jump:

“You have been sat too long here for any good you have been doing. Depart, I say, and let us have done with you.

In the name of God, go!.”

Just about the funniest!

Got a sight of Guido’s latest post, and reckoned it was well worth the wait!

 

Is this McNulty’s First or Second Skip?

 

Are they getting off lightly?

 

 

Nicholas Winterton; Ann Winterton, Douglas Hogg, Andrew Mackay; all these thieves are stating that they are not standing for re-election. The first two, notable for claiming some £80,000 for a flat owned by a trust controlled by THEIR CHILDREN, are stating they cannot keep up with the ‘hectic pace’ of politics! The other thieves are just as glib, and just as bad, and just as guilty!

They should all be sitting in police cells on multiple charges of THEFT!

Any questions?

Do you own your home?

How many cars are owned or available?

Are you English -Welsh -Northern Irish

Are you White English -Welsh -Northern Irish – Scots

Are you White Irish

Are you White Gypsy or traveller

Add another Thirteen variations

How well can you speak English?

Voluntary question Religion is ……….?

How many questions will you anwer when the CENSUS comes around?

I know what my answers will be:  None of your business, Mate!

And the spears were washed clean…

I was surfing on blog links yesterday evening, and came across a reference to a film which can be variously described as ”glorious history’, ‘xenophobic rubbish’, ‘racist propaganda’ or simply one of the best action films ever made. 

I write of course about ‘Zulu’, the story of the defence of a tiny mission station in Natal, South Africa in January 1897, by British soldiers from B company, 2nd Battalion, 24th Foot, later known as the South Wales Borderers, some Natal Militia volunteers; all under the command of Lieutenant John Chard and Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead.The garrison of the mission station comprised 8 officers and 131 non-commissioned ranks. Of these 17 were killed and 10 wounded.

The battle of Rorke’s Drift followed the massacre of over 1700 British troops at Isandlwhana by the same Zulus who fought against the tiny number of British soldiers. to this day, no one resally knows how a disciplined force was overrun by such a foe, but they were, and the Welshmen who died at Rorke’s Drift were all shot by British bullets from British rifles captured the previous day.

 

When I was in Durban during my Merchant Navy days, the nightwatchman aboard our ship was an incredibly ancient Zulu man, and we got talking one evening. H e claimed that his grandfather fought at Isandlwhana as part of a Zulu ‘Impi’ or regiment, and what his grandfather told him as a young boy had stayed with him all those years. He told me that the young men were always placed at the vanguard of the charge, and the older, more experienced warriors at the rear. The battle cry was simple, “Those who move forward may die; those who run back will die!”

 

scrub: the act of cleaning a surface by rubbing it with a brush and soap and water

Amongst all the protestations, and professions of innocence, I do not detect an obvious need for a ’sea-change’ from our political governing class.

From Cameron we get a ‘firm’ message to his disgraced fellow Front-benchers and those who fawn in the back ground that all stolen money should be repaid. Then what? Nothing! No indication that the local Conservative Associations are going to be handed back the power which they once held; which is that of De-Selection! No perception that the anger of the voters needs to be taken into account! Some M.P.’s have already been saying that it’s alright for Cameron, as he is already wealthy, and he does’t need the cash, and they do!

We hear similar murmurings from Brown and the Labour Front bench; in that crooks such as Elliot Morley and Hazel Blears have ‘erred‘, and have made restitution, and Elliot’s really such a nice guy, and he is so penitent, and on and on until the audience dies of boredom!

I quote from Rudyard Kipling’s Mesopotamia when I write:-

Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,

Even while they make a show of fear,

Do they call upon their debtors, and take council with their friends,

To confirm and re-establish each career?

The General Election is now just a year away, and I figure the smoke-filled rooms will be awash with frantic clones of Blears, Morley, Hoon, Bradshaw and the other scum from Labour; whilst their opposite slime-filled numbers from the Tory Party, those names including the names of Hogg, Gove, Gummer, Ancram and Davis will be casting glances at the address listings for their local Associations, and wondering how long memories of claims past will in fact last!

How many British Constituencies can claim to have an M.P. seemingly as able and incorrupt as Philip Hollobone, M.P. for Kettering in Northamptonshire? Along with having the lowest amount of expenses out of 646 Members, he also sits upon his local Borough Council, serves as a director of a ‘clean coal company’, (which is perhaps a drawback in his judgement in my eyes) and also does a stint as a Special Constable with the British Transport Police?

If all three major Parties gave their local Constituency Parties and Associations a free hand to decide whether to stick with the incumbent, or to try a new name, that might do the trick, because British people vote for a Party and a Name, nor just a Name. They might turn the tide of anger away by doing something along those lines, because core voters, whether Labout or Tory or Lib-Dem have good memories; and whilst a parliamentary term is perhaps a long time, a year is definitely not!

As in most things, I can only speak and write for myself, but I have never heard so many talking as one, no matter from which side of the aisle they sit and view the world at large! I have never heard before the depths of sheer annoyance and disbelief in the comments regarding our political masters, and I wonder if the Telegraph has unwittingly started a new political force, which is based on British bloody-mindedness, one which is intolerant of cant and hypocrisy, one which is determined to see and institute change, even if that change means we have to build again from scratch?

Not now, Michelle!

Jokes which Obama discarded from his routine at the Washington Press Corps Dinner!

“Sorry I’m late… Louis Caldera was my cabbie and he thought it would be a good idea to drive me by the Statue of Liberty for a photo-op.”

“Incidentally, Caldera was also going to be the person who ordered the Navy SEALS to rescue Captain Phillips from the Somali pirates if that had turned out badly.”

“In an effort to ensure that any terror suspects killed under orders of the administration is completely legal in the eyes of the president, ‘killed terrorists’ will now be referred to as ‘really late term abortions’.”

“The White House says that the president had no prior knowledge of that 747 buzzing of Manhattan. Is it really a good idea to entrust our national security to somebody who can’t even install The Club on his own jet?”

“Barack Obama hasn’t denied any knowledge of a buzz since he smoked a bowl with William Ayers.”

“And I don’t know about you, but I sleep better at night knowing that a White House aide can scramble F-16’s without anybody else knowing about it. This way, if the s*#t comes down while Obama’s teleprompter is unplugged, somebody can still order planes to bomb New York to appease an enemy like at the end of Fail-Safe.”

“If you’re wondering why the president is in a good mood, it’s because he’s glad to be finished with his annual physical. During his colonoscopy doctors removed two benign polyps and the White House Press Corps.”

“This morning I took a walk through the National Cemetery — or as ACORN calls it, a ‘recruiting trip’.”

“Things are getting weirder and weirder. Barack Obama is now running an auto company, and yesterday I read that Lee Iacocca was taking over control of the Black Panthers.”

“Michelle Obama is also here tonight. The First Lady just taped an episode of Sesame Street but walked off the set after seeing a segment featuring The Count holding photos of Barack’s cabinet members and saying, ‘Two… twotax cheats. Ah Ah Ah. Three… three tax cheats. Ah Ah Ah…’”

“After it was clear her husband would be president, Michelle said that for the first time in her adult life she was proud of America. If everybody thought this way, there would only be 44 women in the history of the U.S. who were proud of the country. And they called Ivana Trump high maintenance?”

“The Obamas just received a dog as a gift from Senator Ted Kennedy. Barack thinks Bo will be a good travel companion just as soon as they can get him to stop getting the runs and jumping out of the car whenever the motorcade is heading toward a bridge.”

Root & Branch!

As many of my readers may already know, I am retired, after working in various sections of the Engineering World for over fifty-odd years. I have three grown children, and of course, the light of my life is well illuminated by my two wonderful Grandsons.

At my time of life, most are ready to take a back seat, especially in terms of public life, except in the simple case of blog writers such as myself and my many colleagues, who feel pushed to comment on current life, politics and the way we are governed because we see the steady drift towards authoritarian rule if not continually highlighted and opposed!  I have comparatively good health, having come through major surgery, and am attending the gym five days a week in the faint hope I’m gonna get slimmer! I was going to adopt the role of Grandad and side-of-the-park commentator, until I read today’s Telegraph, and truly discovered the extent of the disdain in which we, the Electorate of this United Kingdom of Gresat Britain and Northern Ireland, are held by the so-called Members of Parliament who claim to represent us!

I am therefore going, over the next few weeks, to discover how I would go about starting up a new Political Party, one which truly has the interests of the voters at heart, with no allegiances to Party demands or beliefs. A Party which would campaign on one issue alone as a start, which would be to cleanse the Augean Stables of Westminster, to remove from the headlines such stories as the Tory M.P. who made over £320,000 at the taxpayers’ expense PERFECTLY LEGITIMATELY; or the equally sordid tale of Mr. Clean himself, Keith Vaz, M.P. who claimed £75,000 for a flat twelve miles from his constituency home. Or of  ’Gorbals Mick’ himself, Mr. Speaker, claiming £1,400 for chaufeur-driven cars whilst in Glasgow, visiting vital contituency places such as Celtic Park, and spending some £3,000 of our money on carpets and painting on his ‘own home’!

The Party would be named the ’Root and Branch’ Party. One of the founding principles would be that if elected to serve, and if successful enough to form a Government, the Leader of the Party would only serve as Prime Minister or Leader for exactly one year, after which there would be an internal election for a new Leader. Similar elections would be held for all major Ministries. All major government initiatives would be sent out for consultation by the People, and Referenda would be held by Sealed Internet Servers to gain a majority decision on any such questions not previously covered by a manifesto, which would be adhered to by Law, instead of just a vague promise, as with, for example the Labour Party of today.

The only travel expense allowed would be for public transport, and the only waiver would be for First-Class travel by rail, because that’s where the only comfortable seats are found! No cars, no aircraft seats, Nothing! If it is deemed good enough for British people, it is good enough for M.P.’s. If they want to travel by other means, they will only be recompensed the value of the standard rail fare, and with nothing else!

If any M.P. wants a second home whilst at Westminster, a special apartment block will be built to the same standards as that provided for the soldiers of the British Army, and they will reside there, and nowhere else, at least not at public expense!

X-posted from ATW

 

 

Perfection arises!

Charged with Rape!

Charged with multiple accounts of money-laundering and corruption!

Stated that he will not be infected with H.I.V. because he took care to shower after the rape, which of course was normal consensual sex!

Self-Acknowledged terrorist!

So there we go, a perfect candidate and now the elected President of the Republic of South Africa

Bad taste, but not only in mouth!

I hear that there is to be a play about  a trial which parallels the trial of the murdering bastards who slaughtered tiny Jamie Bulger.

Peter Morris said that the Edinburgh Fringe production was intended to counter the “irrationality” that surrounds coverage of the James Bulger killers.

I’d like to place our ‘arty’ friend Morris in close proximity to the distraught father of tiny Jamie, and let the producer explain the ‘irrationality’!

Some Cargo!!

After I posted this, on the subject of the shoddy treatment afforded the soldiers who remained after their dead comrades were shovelled on to a Cargo Jet wrapped in bubble plastic, I wrote my M.P. to protest, and I append the letter and subsequent replies here for your information.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So that’s all right then?

Just a Minute!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have only just realised that we only have his word that he only has one eye operative!

 

 

Fire!

 

I see this prime example of ”’British”’ youth is on trial for her life in Laos on a charge of smuggling heroin!

I’d volunteer to load the rifles!

Anyone who deals, carries or dabbles in drugs gets all they deserve, and the sooner the better!

Mike’s BritBlogroll #2

Passed by John Redwood’s own blogsite, and found he was discussing the massive problems which this country is facing after twelve years of Labour compiling their own versions of Stalin’s five-year plan, namely the six-and-a-half-minute plan.  That, by the way, is the time of the average sound-bite from the Labour bunkers as they spit defiance at the outside world!

Travelled on towards No Problem, and discovered my favourite canal-roaming couple have returned to the waters after getting their narrow-boat refurbished! Sue sounds fairly content with the workmanship and finishes on their floating home; it really does help when the guy who is doing the work knows what he’s about!

Did a sharp right-hander and landed aboard Paul Staines’ site where he publishes a series of poklitical prat-falls for both sides of the aisle in Guy Fawkes blog. He mentions in passing how M.P.s will be able to ‘Censor’ their own expenses before public release. What he doesn’t mention, but what is generally known to exist is a complete and detailed list of ALL those expenses on a single CD-ROM, which has been floating around searching for a good place to explode upon!

Off the next junction and around the houses brings us to Adam Smith, where the learned folk discuss Swine Flu in conjunction with Hedge Funds and Industrialised Farming; clever combination!

Turned around the corner, and found myself parked next t this nice little site, not a real blog, but with the same devious intentions, which is FakeCharities. Seems like the authors get quetly pissed-off at organisations calling themselves Charities, and then being totally or largely-funded by public or tax-payers cash!

Dropped down into second gear while driving alongside The Ranting Penguin; it’s a site where I sometimes land, but not for too long because he spoils the sentences with repeated obscenities! Shows a lack of education, my son!

A quick side-slip lands us up at the doorstep to the BNP’s Martin Wingfield, but we don’t stop long because he vets his comments section with a really heavy hand; no backsliders allowed on Martin’s site!

Found our transport gliding along beside the UK Libertarian Party’s blogsite. I like their style, but as they will be the first to admit, they’ve got a real long row to hoe!

Accelerate away from Westminster, and a sweeping left-hand brings us to England Expects, where he is chuntering on in a determined fashion about Europe, and the Elections. Don’t know why he bothers, to be perfectly honest! The parliament itself is about as useful as tits on a boarhog, and just about as beautiful as well. Policy is determined by the Commission, the Council of Ministers says what goes, and the Parliament just carries on talking to itself, despite little gems like Dan Hannan’s demolition of Gordon Brown.

Just another statistic!

 

 

When I saw the ‘age revised-upwards’ images of Madeleine McCann, I was reminded of the events which have led up to the release of those pictures.

 

I am especially reminded that it was because the ‘Parents’ of this little girl left her, and her tiny brother and sister ALONE in the hotel bedroom whilst they went swanning off to a restaurant some hundred and fifty yards away to eat and drink with their friends, that she was so easily taken!

 

So let’s all remember who did what, and when and why!

We’re all (not necessarily) doomed!

THE government has raised its virus alert level to ‘pantastic’ after it was confirmed that two people in Scotland were hovering close to feeling slightly unwell.

The pair, from one of the dozens of non-descript hell-holes between Edinburgh and Glasgow, were admitted to hospital yesterday when their condition was described as ‘critically fuzzy’.

Doctors said they were now 90% certain the couple were suffering from Pork Flu as opposed to a common strain of Scottish Influenza, also known as a bastard hangover.

Dr Tom Logan, from the Royal Infirmary of Scotland, said: “Scottish flu is particularly common at this time of year as the weather becomes milder and the days longer, meaning everyone spends even more time in the pub than usual, mainly because they can stand outside all night smoking hundreds of fags.”

As confirmed cases in Europe leapt from probably 14 to possibly 19, officials said the very small number of people infected meant it was vital governments across the world were prepared to use the word ‘pandemic’ as often as possible.

Martin Bishop, from Doncaster, said: “I thought it was when millions of people were infected, bodies were piled outside cemeteries and doors were daubed with a big, red ‘X’ to indicate a ‘house of the unclean’.

“But then I looked it up and sure enough it said ‘Pandemic, noun – 19 people in four different countries, each with a slight temperature and a bottle of Lucozade’. So there you go.”

Margaret Gerving, from Peterborough, said: “I thought we’d at least see some tanks on the streets and lots of government agents walking around in those scary-looking biological suits they wore in E.T.

To Her, Many Thanks!

Some Thirty years ago, Britain commenced the Great Revival. From being bankrupt in spirit as well as in practice, we were led down the road to recovery, to confidence and to prosperity. In the space of some ten years, we fought an internal war against over-mighty and wealthy union barons whose sheeplike supporters just could not see the damage their leaders accomplished, and we fought another war against a dictatorship some ten thousand miles away in the southern latitudes, with the Falklands Isles invaded by Argentina. We, as a nation, accomplished the renewal of Great Britain, aided and spurred by one person, and one person alone, Margaret Hilda Thatcher, now of course Baroness Thatcher. 

This lady, once dubbed by no less a judge of character than Winston Churchill as ‘The only Man in the Cabinet’, planned the renewal of Britain after the doldrum and neglect years of Labour and previous lacklustre Tory administrations, the last of those being the Heath government which took us into the European Common Market. She saw the manner in which the Union Barons literally ruled the Labour Ministers, with their constant demands for more money, more benefits, more leverage for thie members and of course, for their unions, the vast majority of which of course were very left-wing by nature and composition! The Unions’ attack on, and of course defeat of, the Industrial Relations Act and the freeing of the Pentonville Five must have helped her in her policies towards the Trade Union Movement that all were to be equal under the law, but the Law would have to be fit for purpose. She stood for Tory Leader, and despite everyone’s disbelief, became Official Leader of the Opposition, with the sulking Ted Heath hovering in the background. 

After a series of debilitating strikes in the ‘Winter of Discontent’, and the results of two ‘Devolution’ referendums pushing the Nationalist Parties to withdraw their support from Labour, a single vote decided that Labour was defeated in a Vote of Confidence, and Margaret Thatcher became our first female Prime Minister.

Her record, both in Domestic as well as in Foreign matters, is written in many places, and is both long and unique, in that in the many battles she undertook, she won the most vital ones. She reformed Trades Union Legislation, put the economy on a sound footing, and, in my view as well as that of many, only made one serious error in her years, which was to sign up to the Single European Act. She claimed afterwards that she had been mis-briefed, but I believe that she missed the simple truth that all European Legislation has enough built-in loopholes to allow any slippy bureacrat to run rings around any politician who doesn’t deal with scum every day of the week.

Her triumphs in the South Atlantic, aided and abetted of course by her strong friendship with Ronald Reagan, when the British Fleet took the Royal Marines and the Army south to the cold South Atlantic, fought their way to the Falklands beaches and on to victory in Port Stanley, sent her name, and that of Great Britain, ringing around the world as a nation and a Lady, who would not be pushed around!

She survived an assassination attempt by PIRA/SinnFein. Her attitude towards the so-called ‘hunger-strikers’ and their demands for ‘political prisoner’ status was both robust and correct, she said ”Crime is crime is crime; it is not political”. Unfortunately, her Government was also in contact with the Republic of Ireland’s leadership, contacts which evolved into the ‘Anglo-Irish Inter-Governmental Council’, a precursor to the betrayals of Blair and the Belfast Agreement.

Margaret Thatcher is today a frail lady in her ‘eighties. She has been diagnosed as suffering from dementia, and has virtually no short-term memory at all. A sad truth and a sad ending in sight for one of the finest Political minds and Prime Ministers this country is ever likely to see.

 

 

x-posted from a Tangled Web

Not Spam, just OverCooked Ham!

Just a short while ago, I posted on the strange e-mail message from a bloke who claimed he represented ABN Amro Bank and wanted to cut me in on a share of a huge finacial transaction.

Now I’ve got his secretary e-mailing me for presumably the same thing; as reproduced below:-

 

I am  Phillips Molock, Secretary to Mr. Paul Wolfenden of
ABN AMRO BANK 250 Bishopsgate, London EC2M 4AA . My Boss has
a business proposal for you valued at GBP£21,000,000.00
(Twenty-One Million Pounds Sterling) from  my Branch.

You are by this note advice to contact him through his
private email for more information concerning this letter:

 

As before, I am left wondering how he managed to locate me, and I am equally concerned as to whether I can trust a perfect stranger with my half of what can undoubtably be dsecribed as a whole-lot-of-moolah!

Different sort of ‘Vulture’

 

When we read that European Parliament MEP’s voted to allow farmers to leave dead cattle or other stock on the fields where they had died, I thought at first that their actions actually made sense, as the vulture which previously fed off carrion had been deprived after the rules were tightened up by the very same Parliament.

But in actuality, the vultures are in fact the MEP’s themselves, living off the fat of the lands they are supposed to represent, with their fattened salaries, their ever-ballooning expense accounts, (which have actually won prizes for fictional writing), and their super-duper, time-indexed collossal pensions.

To call them ‘Pigs at the Trough’ is in fact an insult; but the insult is to self-respecting PIGS!

no interest shown!

We mere mortals, tiny bit players on the vast stage of humanity, and especially we within the borders of the United Kingdom, don’t really get much of a chance to change the way we live, think, are ruled, and most importantly, manage our own finances. I would dwell today on the last because I was today in to see my branch business manager, to sort out what I honestly thought was a computer error in the allocation of interest earned on a sum of money which I have managed to place by for a rainy day!

My query was, naturally, surely there has been some error; a glitch in the magic computer systems which rule all of our lives, as the amount of interest on the sum deposited had reduced by a factor of TEN within the space of three months! When I breezed in to contact the bank on this extremely easily-remedied error, I was told the cold hard facts of life by the apologetic manager in charge of my account. 

I then realised how silly I had been; how remiss to forget that I had to pay my share, and once that was factored in to the conversation, all else fell neatly into place!

 

After all, Fred’s Pension has got to be paid, and there is no alternative, because Lord Myners rubber-stamped the deal; so like it or lump it, the rate of interest on my savings now stands at 0.04%, but Fred’s got that nice BMW X5, and the upkeep on the Yorkshire house must be tremendous; and the shooting parties are so expensive!

Play it again, Alistair

One of the many excellent things achieved during the Thatcher years was the reduction of the 83% penal tax rate down to 60%, and thence to 40%, which, incidentally Labour adhered to when first in Government; adhered to, that is, before they found out where the keys to the safe were kept!

Adding the National Insurance take to the old 83%  brought the total tax hike to an incredible 93% of salary, and was of course one of the many reasons why so many joined the Brain Drain to happier, financially healthier climes!

So the two Grinning Scots, who share three eyes between them, with not one kept on the finances of the country, but instead all three kept on how to keep themselves in power, are starting the steady climb back towards confiscatory tax regimes for those stupid enough not to have hidden most of their earnings away from the evil gaze of the ZaNULabour apparatchiks in the Treasury and in Whitehall.

To quote the Iron Lady from an interview she gave to the Insitute of Directors:- 

Lady Thatcher “In many respects new Labour shows signs of reverting to old Labour with its irresponsible policies of tax and spend. Britain just cannot afford this.”

Like that old ‘protest song’ goes, “when will they ever learn?“

Take me somewhere quiet, I need the silence!

Picked up this load of really old rubbish care of Old Holborn!

 

You and I are paying for this farrago care of the Lottery fund, which is just about regular for this bunch of C*****!

 

Empty Plinth! They deserve an empty grave!

Liverpool, city of culture

 

 

I note that, as a gesture towards the Culture for which it is truly renowned, Liverpool is awarding Gerry Marsden the Freedom of the City!

‘Only in his hometown and in his own house…’

The days of protest are unfortunately long past. Of course, when I talk of protest, I talk of legitimate protest against real targets. Why, do we ask; why did Duncan’s Fruit & Nut get assimilated by Cadburys? Why was it truly necessary to change Marathon to Snickers?

But of course I jest! We are just a few days away from the anniversary of the only protest which, if recognised and acted upon, would have made a real difference to the way we live, we react and, most importantly, rule ourselves. I am of course talking about the enormously gifted classical scholar, Brigadier, politician and above all else, a patriot of the finest order; and his speech regarding his personal view of the one Act of Parliament which has done more than any other to betray and alter the basic nature of British Democracy as we used to know it!

The politician was of course the Rt. Hon. John Enoch Powell, MBE, and the speech was what was labelled as the ‘Infamous Rivers of Blood’ speech. If you wish, his words can be found here, and believe me, you won’t find any mention of the phrase ‘Rivers of Blood’! You shall find the phrase ‘Like the Roman, I seem to see ‘the River Tiber foaming with much blood’, which I think you would agree, is subtly different to the previous phrase which of course was the one used by every tabloid and broadsheet newspaper, every opposition politician and of course many of Powell’s own Party in their excoriation of one of the finest political minds this country has ever had the privilege of nurturing.

This man, now disowned by his own Party for telling the exact and literal truth, had established beyond any doubt that, if the extrapolation of the (then) immigration rates was carried forward to it’s logical conclusion, some one tenth of the total population would be of either immigrant or immigrant descent. This has come to pass, but what Powell did not, and of course could not have foreseen that besides the migrant flow from the Commonwealth countries which he was talking about, there would also be the huge influx of migrants from the expanded conglomerate which was christened the European Union. Now the problem is that besides people coming from, say, Poland, who are really just like us, you also ‘have’, I repeat ‘have’ to accept the Roma gypsies from Romania, the Bosnians, Croats, Kosovans and Serbs, who just a few years ago were busy trying to kill one another in some god-forsaken ethnic cleansing exercise fomented by one of half-a-dozen miniature megalomaniacs. We also have given ‘ASYLUM’ to a cross-section of the whole of the Continent of Africa, from the savagery of Darfur to the rolling hills of Malawi, all busily fleeing their dust-bowls, and mostly intent on leeching off the State as best they can. The last accounting does not, of course, include the approximate one million (1,000,000) illegal and totally bogus ‘asylum seekers’ who have slipped, hidden, clung and crawled through our porous Border defences; many of whom are of course working in the black economy to pay off the huge debts owed to the cynical mobsters who trafficked them into the country in the first place.

In 1968 he predicted that by the year 2000, seven million people living in Britain would be of ethnic descent . The Census in 2001 showed 4.6 million people living in the UK were from an ethnic minority, or 7.9% of the population, that Census being notorious for its’ ability to get things wrong, or counted short!

We see and hear the changes in our towns and cities; the changes such as the plethora of mosques, each of course coming with it’s own (usually Saudi-funded and approved) imam and set of loudspeakers for the interminable wailing of their calls to prayer which have besmirched our highways and suburbs. We see the proliferation of the so-called Black Evangelical Churches, which are the outward sign of a communities which is in fact usually in thrall to either a set of Nigerian gangsters or their Jamaican ‘Yardie’ equivalents. We also see the influence of the various stages of the QUANGO which is now called the  Equalities and Human Rights Commission. As taken from their web-site, they promote a ‘fairer, more equal Britain’ but behind the slogans lie a literal welter of law and regulation which deny the right of say, a hotelier to bar people from his establishment because he does not like their sexual orientation or practices! We see the inroads on our very society by the inclusion of the Brussels’ inspired ‘Human rights’ legislation; all of which was possible very good in theory, but perverted in practice so that we literally cannot get rid of undesirables once they get their feet across the threshold of our crowded little country! I doubt if even Enoch Powell could have foreseen the fact that we now shelter nine Afghani hi-jackers who took control of an airplane at the point of guns; who landed and surrendered to officials and were subsequently tried and imprisoned for their deeds; and who now live in Britain. They  had their convictions quashed last summer, and the Immigration Appellate Authority (IAA) ruled that sending the nine back to Afghanistan would breach their human rights, as adjudicators said that the men would be in danger of attack from members of the deposed Taleban regime if they were deported. Oh, and just as an aside, all their families are allowed to stay as well!

The clarion call of all liberals and socialists in this now benighted society of ours is ‘Integration’ and the magic buzz-word so beloved of all the soft-lefties, ‘Multiculturalism’. What they pretend it to mean is that we all can live together in harmony and peace, as long as we ‘bend’ a little in the way we live! In actuality, all the ‘bending’ has and is being done by native British people, as we are forced to watch as our cities are ‘Balkanized’ into Pakistani, Indian, Black, and most often Muslim ghettoes. They mostly do not mix, they do not speak our language, they do not respect our ways of life and of law. They wish to import their own foreign beliefs and practices into a country which was foolish enough to say, ‘We are not strong enough to defend our way of life, so come on down, Sucker Country is open for business!’

When Powell said in reference to an Englishman who was planning to emigrate because of Black immigration was, “What he is saying, thousands and hundreds of thousands are saying and thinking – not throughout Great Britain, perhaps, but in the areas that are already undergoing the total transformation to which there is no parallel in a thousand years of English history.

The other undying shame which I am of course forced to admit is this ruthless rejection of an honest man was achieved under a Conservative Government. Mind you, the leader of that administration was the same Edward Heath who manoeuvred Britain into the Common Market on the lying premise that it was a ‘trading bloc’ instead of a gargantuan Federalist monster, organised by bureaucrats of the member nations for bureaucrats of the member Nations! Margaret Thatcher, for some strange reason further ennobled the grip of Europe on our lives by signing up to the Single European Act, an document which she later was to bitterly regret as she often said she had been ‘misled’ as to it’s purpose! The Labour Party grabbed the handles of power with both hands once they finally got their hands on the British purse-strings, and extended both immigration numbers and classes, including the infamous ‘family members’ component, whereby if one gets in, everyone allied or related to him comes along as well for the free ride! 

So as some of us, patriots all, who remember the ideal of Britain for Britons, who regret the vitriol which was poured so liberally over the head of one of Great Britain’s major minds and of what surely was a giant amongst the pigmies who opposed him; hopefully when a newer and harder breed of Conservatives finally retake the reins of power from the tired bunch in Westminster and Whitehall, we might see the return of sensible and steady controls on the mass immigration which has so badly soiled our once green and pleasant land!

 

X-posted from A Tangled Web

Only in England

Heard a wonderful statement about how the Holocaust could never happen in Britain.

Simple, you get six thousand Jewish guys standing on Paddington Station, all wondering where their watches had gone to, and an announcement comes over the speakers; 

“Attention prospective passengers on Platform Six, Seven & Eight, your train has been cancelled indefinitely due to a shortage of rolling stock, plus the train drivers are going on strike from seven p.m. Network Rail thanks you for your patience!!”

Yer well, whatever!

 

As I wander around this still fascinating world which t’Internet has become, I see many pages which literally make my imagination go into overdrive, but have yet to beat the page which is a download from the Saudi Arabian Government Ministry of the Interior website. 

The page is one which has to be completed when applying for Saudi Arabian Citizenship, and includes the fabulous instruction:- The applicant must not be crazy or insane.

The document is reputed to be the one with the least numbers of actual completion in the whole of the civilized world; wonder why!

I take thee as my wife, (leave the toys at the door)!

Studying the problems which the Dictatorial Regime Royal Family in Saudi Arabia is facing, one sometimes wonders why they bother with the small stuff? The Saudis face the mammoth task of bringing what was, only some seventy-five years ago a feudal-based semi-nomadic society, into modern times and attitudes. They have some formidable obstructions to overcome, with an ill-educated (in terms of knowledge of the outside world) population, a hostile environment which militates itself against the nation being able to feed itself, the drawbacks of having to revile the State of Israel when in actuality those two countries almost think as one in terms of business, and very few natural resources except that of having the largest supply, so far discovered, of oil on this energy-hungry planet. You might blink at my previous final phrase in that sentence, but obstacle certainly it is! Just think if your country, your nation; suddenly found that it didn’t need to invent, it didn’t need to diversify, it didn’t need to do anything to ensure it’s survival in a globally-connected trading world, it didn’t even need to defend itself, because it’s largest and most powerful customer was willing to expend the blood of it’s own young warriors to ensure the safety of their oil supplies.

They have Armed Forces, true; but although well-equipped in terms of modern technology, they are forced to splinter and fragment those same forces for fear that a single General or even an ambitious Major could get sufficient leverage to organise a coup. They have tried and to a certain extent succeeded in bringing a new vision to their cities, but unfortunately that same vision is one which is blinkered and overshadowed by the one thing which those same Saudi Royals have clung to because of it’s unflinching support through thick and thin; and that thing is of course Islam, and more specifically the Wahabbi sect which to a very large degree is the true ruler of Saudi Arabia. The insistence on the second-class category for all women, the ridiculous arrangements whereby  any female, including a widow is not allowed to even drive herself or evn be in the company of an unmarried man without a male family member as a chaperone is the single largest obstacle to progress in Saudi Arabia.

I referred to the small stuff in my first paragraph, but perhaps the problems I write about are in fact the building blocks and foundations of the Saudi State, and that is where the real problems lie! We see the insanity of arranged child marriages, such as the one only recently where the divorced mother of an eight year-old girl attempted to block the marriage of that same small child to a 47 year-old man because the girl’s father owed the prospective groom a large sum of money, and the girl was the price agreed to relase that debt. The Appeal Courts were no help to the mother, because they simply sent the case back to the judge involved in the first case, and what judge, Sharia or Western, is going to overrule his own decisions? We remember the deaths of those fifteen schoolgirls in a fire in Riyadh, condemned to death by the Religious Police because they were not ‘modestly dressed’while trying to escape from the flames! We remember the shock in the voices of the mullahs when they discovered that American women, within the Armed forces sent to protect Saudi Arabia, were actually driving by themselves, and the simultaneous discovery that thousands of young American soldiers routinely carried their Bibles as part of their equipment packs. We see the lunacy of the authorities proscribing against ‘personalised’ license plates on cars, mainly because the Religious Brotherhood dislikes any freedom which they have not specifically authorised!

The route towards modernisation is blocked for the Saudi rulers, as long as they maintain their allegiance towards Islam, and the Wahabbis of that belief. Their road ahead is perhaps cloudy, but there is a fork in the road, and they have to choose their path. If they choose the true modernisation route, they face possible rebellion, if not internal revolt, because the men of Saudi Arabia know full well which side their bread, earned with their oil, is buttered! If they choose to go down the route of the ‘status quo’, they face stagnation, because all virile nations grow through knowledge, and without growth, that Society which the Royals defend so strenuously will fade and die, as it surely should!

Dead funny, but also dead true

 

 

“I don’t want to say the Met is racists but Barack Obama got stopped four times on the way to Downing Street. ‘Is this your vehicle, sir?”

 

hat tip to Chicken Yoghurt

europe, still expanding, but not like you think!

Ever worried about Xenophobia within Europe? Well, boyo, you don’t have to turn a hair on your head because the European Union Fundamental Rights Agency FRA (formerly known as the European Monitoring Centre on Racism and Xenophobia EUMC) (Budget: €15 million (2008). The budget is expected to expand to €22 million Euros by 2012.63 ) is doing it for you!  It’s really a bargain for all Europe; here these people are, all beavering away detecting xenophobia in places undreamed of since, well; yesterday! There’s over a hundred people scrabbling through all sorts of papers, decsions, plans and graphs detecting Xenophobia, or the smell of it at least, all over the European Union. Not of course that they can do anything about it, it’s just that they’d really like you to know that they’re on the lookout.

Similarly, has it ever crossed your mind to be worried about living conditions in, say, Germany, or Estonia; or Romania or Sapin? Again, those bright chappies in Brussels have already won that race, by establishing the European Foundation for the Improvement of Living and Working Conditions (EUROFOUND), with a Budget: €21,000,000.00, (thats Twenty-one Million euros to those who suffer from Numerophobia; or a fear of numbers. Based in Dublin, Rep. of Ireland, with a Finnish Director, these happy souls are all watching with furrowed brows at how we live in Britain, France and the other assorted bunches which form this accursed Union, and conveniently ignore the fact that all National Governments, or at least most of them, should be attempting to ensure better living conditions for their citizens!

I could ramble on through the  European Research Council,  Office for Harmonisation in the Internal Market (Trade Marks and Designs),  European Medicines Agency, European Agency for the Management of Operational Cooperation at the External Borders, Community Fisheries Control Agency, which can safely be translated as the result of Ted Heath’s betrayal of British Fishermen to gain his wet dream by joining the Common Market, so he could be buggered by all his queer Foreigner friends in comfort, European Police Office, European Aviation Safety Agency, European Food Safety Authority, European Agency for Safety and Health at Work , European Maritime Safety Agency or the ever-needed Translation Centre for the Bodies of the European Union, but honestly feel that you have got the point by now!

Here we have the logical outcome of a Governmental system, designed for bureaucrats by bureaucrats, totally unnaccountable to any electorate, and all busy earning huge salaries, awarding themselves gross pensions in the order which would stupefy the average grasping British M.P., and what do they achieve? Apart from taking a huge amount of OUR money, and producing mountains of paperwork which no-one reads, NOT A LOT!

rainbows is kinda’ grubby this year!

Following on from my previous posting on the “”Rainbow Nation”", and the perils of being a corrupt politician who hadn’t bought up all the judges, but has just achieved that aim in time for the Elections, let’s just consider where the Country which I used to call home is heading.

• The sports-mad country is getting set for the Confederation Cup in just six months time, followed by The World Cup in 2010. All the bribes and backhanders for the construction contracts having been tucked away in either a Cayman Island or a Swiss account, the Gautrain is looking as though it will come up to scratch in time for the Cup. Just how long the trains will remain as pristine as the first demonstration models remains to be seen, as they will surely deteriorate under heavy usage such as this. The question as to whether the Gautrain project will ever make a profit has already been answered; with the rip-off merchants rubbing their hands in glee, and the ordinary workers who, if the fares were set at a correct value, just would not be able to afford a single trip, never mind a return!
• The bribery, both for the French Arms deal and the Gautrain Construction backhanders which our friend Zuma has apparently dodged is still echoing around Pretoria, and after the puritanical approach of the Afrikaner during their time in power, when everything was crystal clear otherwise it just would not start, South Africa has descended rapidly into the old Black-ruled ethos of corruption, crime and blatant theft.
• The political corruption within the Black Brothers, both communist and freelance, is almost endemic, and one result is of course the emergence of C.O.P.E.  as a political force after the split between Mbeki and Zuma, where the younger Zuma won out, and the useless Mbeki, still writhing from his ‘AID’s is not brought on by HIV’ call, was consigned to the dust-heaps of history.
• The complete failure of the A.N.C. Government to plan for even a moderate expansion of the power network, as was steadily planned for in Apartheid days, is now evident in the regular brown- and black-outs of the electricity grid from the Cape into Durban and the Witwatersrand. They couldn’t actually explain that the cuts were due to a lack of maintenance or stand-by capacity, as is available just all over the civilised world. No, the Black A.N.C.-led Government explained that the cuts were a sign of success, because demand was outstripping supply, and South Africa should be happy that hospitals had to rely on generators, restaurants were extolling the wonder of candle-lit dining, and ordinary commuters regulary added two hours to thie journey time!
• The death toll occasioned by the Murder Statistics rolls ever onwards, with Safety and Security Minister Charles Nqakula stating that the murder toll, at 18,487 was the lowest this century. Yep, the lunatics are in charge of the asylum! Why do I say that? Simple, because when I lived in South Africa, the murder rate was chiefly black on black with a pinch of Black versus Coloured/Indian thrown in, as there are few whom the Black tribes detest more than an Indian, and it ran somewhere around seven hundred to a thousand per year; hefty enough, but manageable. Bring in Black majority rule, give a bunch of ill-educated and badly trained policemen access to modern automatic weaponry, then do the same to about four divisions worth of blacks who were signed up for the South African Army, and hey-presto, the reason why the sudden jump in murders; it’s the cops and the Army who were selling off their weaponry to all comers, and then watching as the morgues overflow from the robberies, plain murders and violence from people who haven’t climbed above savage status as yet, and probably won’t do so for one hell of a long time!
• The ordinary people of that beautiful and once-plentiful country, now racked with crime, corruption and just plain incompetence, were hoping for something new when they stood in their thousands for that first ballot. I wonder if they ever think, quietly and when they are with their loved ones, ‘was it worth it?’