The Sounds of True Freedom

Yesterday afternoon a strange sound reverberated around the skies over Durham City. It was a sound which once comforted millions; a sound which gave the populations of Great Britain further assurance that the greatest Democracy in the known world was resolutely on our side, and that ‘Right’ was linked with ‘Might’ against the sinister forces which sat malevolently across Western Europe! The sound was that of four twelve-hundred horsepower Wright Cyclone radial engines turning eleven foot seven-inch diameter three-blade propellors; which in turn thrust a Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress bomber across the skies of the United Kingdom. The hammering blast of noise, which of course would be denounced these days as totally objectionable in terms of ‘damage to the environment’ was never subject to any complaints from the British population in the dark days of 1943; but instead was proof that America was with us in body as well as in spirit, because without both the lifeline provided by the Atlantic convoys, which helped supply and feed an embattled nation, and the huge influx of American servicemen and war material such as the formidable B-17 bombers, we would not have survived as a nation against the onslaught from Nazi Germany!

The Strategic Air Command, the one organisation dedicated solely to the destruction of the Communist Empire of Soviet Russia, fielded many types of bomber in it’s long and illustrious history, from the Boeing B-29 through to the B-47, the B-58 Hustler and the legendary B-52 of longer service than many alive today which was also known as the B.U.F.F’S., (for translation of this acronym, refer to Frederick Forsyth’s magic novel entitled “The Fist of God” where these splendid heavy bombers are referred to as “BIG UGLY FAT F*****S”); but the first design brought out by Boeing was the B-17 ‘Flying Fortress’, whose superb build and legendary toughness brought crews safely back to our shores from their punishing daylight raids over Germany.

These days we can sit back in our cars, and watch as the modern jets swoop overhead, wheeling and whistling as they pound past in air-shows up and down our country, confident that apart from the mad fanatics of the fuzzy muslim rag-heads, and the politically correct who wish to stop us even smiling, we don’t have all that much to worry about; and as we bake in this slightly un-British sunshine, remember the THIRTY THOUSAND American flyers who gave their lives so we might watch in peace!


One voice, one thought!!!

Watching the long procession of clowns jumping up and down while calling for “an immediate unconditional ceasefire” from the Israelis, and wondered how many think like I do, which is asking why the same voices were stilled when the murderers of Iran’s Hizbollah and Syria’s Hamas were engaged in their deadly war against the Jewish state?

Can it possibly be that they support any effort to wipe out these pesky Jews?

there truly are some ‘sicko’s out there!!

Surfing round my favourite blogs brought me to Blackfive, and caught a post about the murder of a serving soldier’s family in Kirkland, Washington State, and some comments posted by a bunch of weirdo’s as caught by the columnist Michelle Malkin after the news broke about this tragedy! Just imagine, if you can, the mindset of this man, faced not only with the truth of the brutal slaughter of his wife and children, but also the sick utterances of a bunch of psycho’s who cannot keep their fingers off their collective keyboards!

Let’s all hear it for the real ‘Good guys’!

When the final bombs and shells explode, when the guns fall silent, when Israel finally decides it can rest from it’s self-imposed cleansing task, I hope the rest of the world will ponder why all the loud calls for a ceasefire from only the Israelis? Haven’t seen many calls over the previous six years about the deadly games of ‘tag’ which the killers from Hezbollah played with the lives of ordinary Israelis as they fired their indiscriminate volleys of explosive-laden rockets into the Northern Galilee! I haven’t seen many calls for condemnation coming from the same mouths who are crying for a ceasefire now that Israel has decided that, for once, enough is enough; and the murderers are going to be taught a lesson! 

My only question to be asked of Israel is simple:


Who’s that guy waving the nuclear missile, Bub?

When the Government of the People’s Republic of China rest from their works while attempting to overhaul America, Japan and India as the world’s marketmaker, they really ought to have a quick look at the Elephant sitting not so quietly in the corner of the hallway. North Korea is making noises, and China is the only country in both the region and the world which that tiny, lunatic-lead bunch of losers and demagogues is gonna’ pay any attention to at all! Why, because the North Koreans know that the Communist Chinese are more than ruthless at stamping out dissension within their own huge country, and they also know that the People’s Republic have never shown any hesitation at action when it is in China’s interests to do so! The P.R.C. is possibly the ONLY country with enough muscle to get this megalo-maniac and his fellow-travelling circus to bend away from the nuclear lunacy which they seem hell-bent on heading towards at a great rate of speed, and it’s about time that China got acquainted with the gentle art of diplomacy, also known as Bullying!

Why should it always be America which has to act as the world’s policeman, when most of it’s own citizens don’t know where North Korea is, don’t want to know that they are waving missiles around like first-graders in a pencil shop; and for sure also don’t want to know that someone’s gotta’ step up to the plate and wave any size stick at these peak-capped weirdos with the very strange leader!

Set in a Silvered Sea

The American tradition of Thanksgiving is one which we British might do well to copy, in our own inimitable style of course. As we don’t have a single day upon which we can safely target and state, “This day is where we celebrate our deliverance,” and we don’t have the necessary majority in the four countries which make up this land of ours to choose one without upsetting some bloody pressure group, or Fuzzy-Wuzzy Council to placate or bow to, I propose that we choose one ourselves, place the votes purely in the hands of British people of White Anglo-Saxon European descent because that is who has formed the Britain of today, and shout out “to hell with everyone else, We will celebrate it because we wish to!”

I propose that the Fifteenth of August be chosen as “Spitfire Day”, and there should be parties, and bonfires, and lots of kids enjoying themselves, and lots more people getting drunk following another of the old traditions of Britain; but there should also be absolutely no official celebrations where bloody politicians might spout, preen and spread their cancer; no solemn events where the self-elected ‘great and good’ come together to pat themselves on the back; no formal happenings other that those which are initiated by anything larger than a parish council or village assembly. The Royal Family would be invited, as the one exception to the previous banning order! As the reader may guess, I harbour a deep and abiding distrust of politicians of whatever hue, and anything which springs from the gross foulings of any gathering which holds any political belief in reverence should be immediately outlawed from any involvement in Spitfire Day forthwith!

The Fifteenth of August should ring aloud in the collective memories of anyone who is of sixty years of age or older, as it was on the Fifteenth day of August 1940 that Adolf Hitler unleashed his ‘Adlertag’, Eagle Day; his airborne prelude to his invasion of Britain; and it was only at the conclusion of the “Battle of Britain” that Hitler turned his attention to Russia in the belief that Britain depended upon Russia for material support, in the mistaken belief that the British Empire would shrivel on the vine of the Western shores of a Nazi-dominated Europe.

We should therefore collectively celebrate our deliverance from the foul stench which emanated from the old Germany, and when the British celebrate “Spitfire Day”, we should remember from whence we came, and where and when we stood in, to use the phrase of another British soul, “This Sceptred Isle”!

Never forget! Never surrender! Repeat after me; “Kill the bastards!”

Israel March 2002

Indonesia October 2002

Moscow October 2002

Casablanca May 2003

Riyadh May 2003

Istanbul November 2003

Madrid March 2004

Beslan Russia September 2004

London July 2005

There may be many reasons why this disparate group of cities, towns and countries might be grouped together, but only one which has a common thread; that thread is the belief of fanatical idiots who ‘know’ that they know best, and that they are acting in support of a religion which preaches death and destruction to ALL others; and that they accept that their death will result in their martyrdom!

Well, sorry about that, Mohammed! As we throw you down to be buried with the pig swill, we’d just like to say, “Boy, were you ever wrong about that!”