You & I voted for them; so, really, we brought it upon Ourselves!

Net Immigration statistics have just revealed the UK-bound inflow at an astounding 330,000 people last year until March. Astounding because of the shallow lies (immigration down to the tens of thousands) told by not only the Conservatives when in coalition, but also the Labour bunch in the thirteen years of their, hopefully, last time in power: with their immigration ‘open-door policy’ which they admitted was nothing more than blatant social engineering to break down the overwhelmingly white background of the British population. But the migrant number which I write about is the figure 39,000. This is the number of people coming into the UK from Pakistan, Iraq, Bangladesh and points eastward. This is the important figure because these people are, overwhelmingly Muslim by religion, background and what is laughingly called ‘upbringing’. They will, to use our estimable Prime Minister’s terminology; join the ‘swarms’ who have already infested and colonised parts of London, Birmingham, the old Yorkshire and Lancashire mill towns, Manchester and up on into Scotland.

Being perfectly honest, I don’t have much time for those who state that the ‘floods’ of EU East Europeans from Poland, Slovenia, Latvia or Estonia have done harm to our very existence as a Nation; mainly because these people are, really, mirror images of ourselves. Overwhelmingly Christian by faith, by belief and by example, they are hard-working and keen to get and keep a job, help their communities, generally mind their own businesses, and integrate into British society. I tend to discount the alarm tales spread about the huge numbers of Bulgarians and Romanians, as, again, they are either Greek, Roman or Eastern Orthodox Christians; if we also accept the totally feckless inward population of Roma, or gypsies, or pikeys, as living down to the usual image of themselves. Before anyone attempts to claim ‘offense’ because of my terminology; thats just ‘tough’!

But back to the initial theme of this small essay, which is the huge influx of Muslims, which has built up, inclusive of the 39,000, into our astonishingly pliant society. There are now well over two million (2,000,000) Muslims living in Great Britain, and in a recent poll, 25% responded favourably to the killers of Islamic State. Please note that I do not state that Muslims are ‘scroungers’, or ne’er-do-wells, or wholesale benefit claimants; most are hard-working and admirable in many ways. The trouble is within their DNA, in their very belief structures, where just a little emphasis on the wrong syllable or phrase in their alleged ‘holy book’ will turn a mild-mannered student into a cold, calculating killer! Remember the Charlie Hebdo murders in Paris?  Recall the near-miss on the Paris-bound Thalys express, where the muslim fanatic only wounded two people, although he had seven full magazines for his Kalashnikov in his backpack? If you just take one percent of one percent, that gives at least 200 fanatics who are ready to die for their f**king Caliphate. We all know how leaky our borders really are, with less than one percent of freight examined, and almost no cars checked or searched; what are the chances that the AK-47s and the loaded magazines are already in cupboards in Dewsbury, or amongst the 250,000 muslim residents of the swarming ghetto suburbs of Birmingham; and that is not the one in Alabama?  All it takes is one to get to shave his body hair off, cleansing himself according to his murderous rituals; then spraying himself with perfume and dressing in clean clothing; before loading his magazines with 7.62 calibre bullets, cleaning and oiling his fool-proof AK-47 assault rifle, the choice of terrorists and armies alike, and setting off towards the transport hub of his choice, the death of his choice and his brain-addled beliefs; and carnage will result. This will repeat and repeat itself, with either bombs or bullets, until our so-called Government realises that they must defeat the Fifth Column in our very midst, which they have helped build up, with their stupid laws, and interminable processes of law, which gives shelter to the very scum who intend death and destruction of our very way of life.

And, folks, just to end this small essay upon an uplifting note; there are 75 million, that is 75,000,000 Turks living in Turkey; they are all Muslim, and they are only blocked from full entry to the whole of the European Union because of a minor difficulty in the Accession process. This hiccup was caused by the Turks not wishing to sign up to the Greek side of Cyprus, the French being more than a bit Bolshie, and, well, read the damn thing and you will realise the Euro-clowns are doing their level best to get around their own rules: and then, hey: you have 75,000,000 Muslims able to get on a train, and they don’t even have to join the queue at Calais. Magic what our great leaders have placed in motion!

The missing numbers!

China Diary

IN…….

Economic development in Tibet

70th anniversary of defeat of Japan

Chinese missiles pictured

China’s first deep sea high pressure and high temperature exploration well –

This year, there are 8 blind students who took the gaokao, and 7 of them were admitted by colleges.

OUT

Dramatic dive in Shanghai Stock Market value continues

Strange, rather than funny; that particular omission! 

Lunacies of Labour

A letter to my two local newspapers:-

For the attention of the Editor

Dear Sir,

I write in sheer wonder, not at the lunacy exhibited by hard-left members of the Labour Party when they propose and indeed make Jeremy Corbyn favourite to be elected Leader; the most unlikely MP ever to be considered as standard-bearer for the Labour Party, but wonder in reality if indeed all sense has deserted a Party which held a tradition of common sense in internal governance ever since the days of Keir Hardie. I have often been in awe of the giants of the Labour movement, men of integrity, men, indeed of honour; from way back to its infancy as a movement for and of the Common Man; with truly uncommon men as its founders and early leaders. But, we look in vain for a leader with both vision and integrity as we gaze at the present-day pip-squeaks who seek power both within, and without, their Party structure.

Mr. Corbyn has been quoted as stating that he would return some, if not all, the enterprises which were wrested from the iron grip of the State; back to the control of the ‘Working Man’ and his outriders, the Trade Unions. I would gently ask if the history of the Nationalised Industries, water, power, railways, telecomms, the former mines; gives a hint of what might happen if Mr. Corbyn, along with his rag-tag army of Communists, Socialists and fellow-travellers have their tender way with the sinews of our Nation once again. Can I remind the reader of the ‘winter of discontent’, which occurred only thirty-five years ago: remind the reader of the bodies left unburied, of the mountains of garbage bags left lying in the streets for weeks, of the hospitals which could only accept ‘emergencies’,of the lunatic strikes for unrealistic pay increases; of the sinister ‘flying pickets’ of the trade union ‘Heavy Mobs’, which made, by force, unwilling drivers do the bidding of the Labour Union movement. Can I remind the  starry-eyed Labour voters that their precious Corbyn’s ideals are the same as those which virtually bankrupted Liverpool during the reign of the ‘Militant Tendency?

The Labour MPs which presently represent the big majorities from Blyth, Newcastle down through Durham to Teesside and Stockton are competent able people, and while disagreeing with virtually everything they stand for, I have to admit that they are good at their jobs; but how many would be able to withstand the pressures exerted by a hard-left Labour presence, under Socialist and Communist control: which is what is likely to happen if Corbyn’s Red’s grab control!

The man who cried ‘Beware the Ides of March’ to Caesar wasn’t wrong with his warning; the Daily Mail isn’t wrong; and those who speak against the fuzzy ideals of Jeremy Corbyn are not wrong either!

Regards

Mike Cunningham

Reasons to load your fully-automatic Kalashnikov in the train toilet.

  • You want to reclaim your seat after being dispossessed by a big, fat, American.
  • You wish to warn the kid behind your seat to stop kicking the seat backrest.
  • You wished to protest against the lack of Halal food on board.
  • As a protest against the Global Warming deniers, who infest high-speed trains.
  • You dislike the colour scheme of the trains, and wish to have everything painted in sober colours.
  • You disagree with Zayn Malik’s move away from 1Direction, and wish to register a protest, whilst agreeing that LadyGaga rules.
  • As a statement against the outrageous lack of modestly-dressed women on the train.
  • You wanted to draw a picture of Mohammed, outlined in bullet-holes.
  • You just wanted to liven up the ‘bring-your-own’ party which you were hosting.

Have you got a light; boy?

When much younger I smoked cigarettes, lots and lots of cigarettes; at one time I smoked a pipe, but mainly cigarettes. I honestly forget how I started, it was probably because my Dad smoked, and all my mates commenced smoking, and you feel ‘left out’ if you aren’t doing what your mates are doing. There was a fair bit of advertising, mostly for British brands, and as I lived for most of my teenage years in a pub, we got used to smoking.

The advertising was all around us, from Senior Service, to Woodbines, the sophisticated smoked Gauloise, those who felt lucky went for Luckies, for Chesterfield; and of course for the big one: Marlborough. We smoked, and inhaled, and honestly believed that smoking helped us relax, and helped us tackle stress, and not too many people wondered why such an awful lot of cash was literally pouring into the Advertising.

asmoker.01When the British saw this in 1940, it wasn’t considered anything else than linking a patriotic photo with a product which was considered okay; after all if the Royal Navy smoked; and His Majesty the King smoked, what did that say for the products? Maybe a little naive, but we were at war, and we needed to cling to something. After the War was over, the ads got a lot more into our lives, and they went from ‘smoke this, and you are cool’ to ‘you are never alone with a Kent’.

Over in America, Big Tobacco was pushing for ‘Market Share’ with all the tobacco giants scrambling for their share of the suckers’ cash, and there was one hell of a lot of cash just swishing around. From Camels’ ‘less nicotine’ to Chesterfields’ ‘Top choice’, they all shoved their wares into the minds of asmoker.04America, but the big winner was Philip Morris; with one single advert series ‘Come back to Marlboro Country’, where they went from a one percent share to the fourth largest cigarette company in the USA. Darrell Winfield was the epitome of the Marlboro Man, an image which was designed to reflect that which Americans believe, and to a large extent, are, which is rugged, individualistic, and stubborn. He epitomised resilience, self-sufficiency, independence and free enterprise.”

The adverts also were, legally, very very subtle and clever. Because they levered the ‘individualistic’ idea of America, they also pushed the ‘fact’ that the smoker chooses to smoke entirely of his own free will, and nobody made him inhale noxious substances by force.

I stopped smoking over thirty years ago, before I returned to England with my family. It was a nightmare journey which lasted for over a fortnight; I was like a bear with a sore head, my kids walked softly past my armchair; and the worst part was when I found myself reaching out for a non-existent pack of smokes. But then the craving went away, I re-discovered my sense of smell, of taste, and the fiction that it helped me relax was also found to be false. I had been addicted, and I had broken that addiction. Fortunately, all of my kids have never smoked, as they have far too much sense, and of course they saw what it did to me, with a hacking cough which never seemed to leave me, together with the reek of tobacco smoke on all my clothing. I stopped for purely economic reasons when we left South Africa; I was buying thirty smokes for 30p, and when we came back in 1984, I saw the prices on the shelves at twenty smokes for £1.85. I had a ‘health check-up’ about eight years after I stopped smoking, and the Consultant remarked ‘Your lungs are just starting to recover’. Says a great deal for the strength of my body, but also a great deal about the suggestive power of words, and pictures, in adverts today!