There are none so blind……

As our blogging colleague Raedwald asserts, the ONLY reason these thugs are permitted to enter the United Kingdom is through the gullibility, stupidity and downright devious behaviour of the so-called Social workers, along with the lurking Charity cohorts who despise the very idea of border control, and do their very best to damage and subvert the rules.



The photo, unpixellated, tells the real story. The MEN who are being escorted past the border guards have succeeded where their friends have failed. The scum who try, night after night, to climb onto the lorries bound for the Calais docks are at least honest: the bunch of ‘Children’ arriving are now’t more than liars and thieves; and should be treated as such!

This is a Public Service broadcast.

Residents and visitors to Manchester are warned that a large procession of attention-seeking clowns (minus costumes) are expected to be driven through a large portion of Manchester’s main streets today. The smiles, surgically installed on all those processing, are guaranteed to demonstrate the sheer joy at being exhibited to those who, willingly or unwillingly; funded their exertions over the years which culminated in the Rio Olympics.


Travellers are warned that large numbers of camera phones will be used along the length of this parade, and the ambulances have been alerted to be able to carry off those participants who are either photo-sensitive, or embarrassed.


The corporate logos of all the companies whose products were so instrumental in the winning of those medals will not be carried, as Roche, Merck, Glaxo-Kline and Johnson&Johnson refused to pay the truly exorbitant sums demanded by Team GB. Some ‘athletes’ were happy at this news, as they didn’t wish for the news to emerge that most of the medals were won on a combination of fraud, medical interference; along with plain, straight-forward doping!

The whole farce will be transferred to Trafalgar Square tomorrow, where ever more squeals of false delight shall be recorded. Residents of both cities are advised to remain calm, as the turmoils and queues will be resolved, and normal stagnation levels will return as soon as possible.

So is it Clubs, Hearts or Diamonds?

Donald Trump……Sexual Predator?


Donald Trump……Presidential Candidate targeted by rumour and innuendo?


As for which is correct, and true; I veer towards the latter, but then that is just my own personal belief. I believe that everyone, is afforded the ultimate right to be deemed innocent until proven guilty!


But, I ask you, dear readers; in all sincerity: How come, in the most litigious country in the world, these accusations have not surfaced before? How come not a single one of these women who have made such devastating charges did not promptly level these accusations in a courtroom? How is it that these accusations only emerge in the closing stages of a Presidential Election, when all these allegedly-horrified women have had YEARS to make their case?

The single ‘X’ which makes all the difference!

As the man said, ‘If you have a pile of crap in your cupboard, it is best not to point at the equally large pile which rests squarely with your opponent’. I have not watched the whole #debatesquabble 2.0, nor am I likely to, but instead have watched edited sections and pieces placed online. I agree with my friend James that, if one depends upon the huge American broadcasters and dead-tree publishers, along with their tame bunch of ‘rentaquote’ clones; you shall never get a true sense of what actually happened: or, more importantly, the impact on middle America of Trump’s carefully-sensed and timed attack on Hillary’s husband, the well-known philanderer Bill; a.k.a. The loosest Zip in Town. The very fact that Trump was able to locate these four women, rape victims all: hold a mini-styled press conference, with all the accusations recalled about how Hillary knew her client was guilty, but managed to virtually get him off the hook by lacerating the victim in open court: and then place all four in full sightline of Bill Clinton was a demonstration of his determination to take the fight to Hillary, and through her of course to the ex-president.

Piers Morgan is not a man whom I trust, nor would I normally give credence to an opinion authored by that writer, but, he writes, in this particular instance, from a desire to state exactly what happened; and to hell with his preconceived ideas about how bad Donald Trump actually was.

One particular American commentator opined that the American voting population was split 45:45, and the remaining ten percent  was the portion which had to be reached and persuaded that the candidate for President which employed the smartest political team would be the one who eventually won. But, in a strange way, the American political process has morphed from an antagonism to the expected, through the almost revolutionary ideals of the Tea Party, to the totally unexpected exuberance of a candidate who defies definition; whose polling figures look like a graph drawn by a wounded lion. A lion whose very existence was laughed off with genuine enthusiasm, but the very things which horrifies the political elite on both sides make him so ultra-attractive to the voter who believes that he, or indeed she, has had a real raw deal from those who deemed themselves ‘appropriate’ to govern America: and decided to give an amateur, and a self-financing amateur at that, a fighting chance to see what he can do.

Despite all the mountains of opposition crap which has been piled high, and then thrown at this strange, convoluted, vulgar billionaire, he has defied conventional thought, and survived the cruellest battering from both the Opposition Democrats, and more heavily, his own Republican party.

My prediction? If the ballot-stuffing Democratic bunch can be forced away from the boxes and voting machinery; Trump; the ineffable Donald himself, might just turn the corner and win in the final furlong!

Silver threads?

The glorious colour has faded from your hair. Your eyes lost their sparkle some time ago, but that wasn’t time’s fault, or yours either: a savage mental illness robbed you of that light, and much more besides. I use a hoist and a padded sling to help me get you changed and dressed on a morning; but I do so willingly, because you are my love, my light, and my wife.



We stood before that altar Forty-Nine years ago today; and I saw that same slightly sardonic smile as that pictured, as I looked into your eyes when we made our vows. The words, which so many appear just to mumble without meaning: that promise to look after each other “In Sickness, and in Health; until Death do us part’, echo down the years.

We have known great happiness, much laughter and a compensating amount of sadness; we have given life to three magic kids, adults all now themselves; and we can gaze at four grandsons to add to the credit balance of life.

Fortunately, I can look after you, as I have said before, and I hope that I am given a few more years yet before we say ‘Goodbye’.

Happy Anniversary, my Love!

and when did you last see your father?

A fellow (or rather sister ) blogger has come up with a rather interesting reason why the top QC, who has been at the Independent Inquiry (No, this one, not that one; do keep up) since the beginning; has jacked everything in.

Seems as though this particular lawyer, who seems to have been rather keen on evidence, and cross-examination, and legal stuff like ‘the truth’ has got more than a little chewed-off by the thoughts of Chairwoman Jay.

Professor Alexis Jay, from her social work background would like to see a ‘greater role for forums, focus groups and expert seminars’, that can give survivors the ‘closure’ that comes from ‘being believed’ without any nasty ‘triggering’ that could arise from a ‘forceful and abrasive’ barrister who might have the temerity to ‘put to you’ that unicorns don’t actually exist.

I will admit for having a teensy-weensy soft spot for La Jay; for it was she whose Rotherham report blew the lid off the Muslim rape saga; but, I suppose, she has learnt, or ruled, that some of the ‘survivors’ are so mentally delicate that if anyone even asked where the exit was; they’d collectively have a ‘fit of the vapours’!

So the Inquiry rolls ever onwards, with the millions rolling out towards the QC’s bank accounts, along with the lovely lolly heading towards the massed ranks of ‘the possibly; if not actually probably’ abused, who have suffered so much, for so long, and all that (the cash is of course not compensation, its just to soothe the hurt feelings engendered by cynics like me who demand, well; proof!

As to whether any of this farrago is justified: your guess is as good as mine. It is fairly likely that some of the complainants have a case, but they should have gone to court, and hammered there, instead of playing by the solicitors advice, and waiting for ‘closure’ (whatever that may mean) in an Inquiry which looks as though it will go on for decades.