Er, what was that name again?

As of the date when the Rotherham Child Betrayal Report was first published, many millions of words have been published on this story of the complete betrayal of a generation of young, female, WHITE children who have lived, or rather existed, in towns and cities where Pakistani Muslim men, mainly from the Pashtun tribal regions of Kashmir, Bangladesh and Afghanistan have systematically raped, beaten, sexually exploited them, under cover of a self-satisfied horde of politicians, social workers and, worst of all; Police, who did absolutely nothing to rescue these girls from this hell-hole of a life. When the girls told their parents, and the parents complained, the Police told them that their daughters were just part of a bunch of white ‘slappers’, who deserved everything they got; and this was the opinion of the social bunch and the politicians as well!

It has taken one fearless woman, Professor Alexis Jay, to rip the veil, or should that be the niqab, from the slime which was the truth behind the Muslim peril which existed, and indeed still exists, just one small step away from the ever-so-righteous Muslims who parade in and out of the Rotherham, Rochdale, and Manchester mosques, as well as those in Luton and in many other towns and cities across this land which once spoke of itself as a free Country.

But we were warned that this sort of thing was happening; the gang-rapes, the fearsome brutality, the organised exploitation of White schoolgirls who had the great misfortune to be sent to a Council ‘Care Home’. We were warned ten years ago! But the problem was that, because  the person who first made those warnings was not politically acceptable; was not accepted as being trustworthy, was in fact accused of criminal behaviour for uttering that very warning, his words and his warnings were rejected and ignored.

Who was that man?

His name was Nick Griffin

 

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose,

When I wrote that short piece about ‘Freedom’, in which I quoted my own small post about the probabilities of the family of the dead ‘gentle giant’ Michael Brown generating a sanitised and fabricated ‘history’, I thought that we had probably heard all the news  about the news; of the ‘family’s’ tales of a religious conversion, of visions in the sky, about all the self-serving sob stories destined to cover up the fact that this huge black man was a criminal, a bully and a braggart: and the fact that the police officer’s bullets were in fact fired as he had claimed, in pure self-defence.

But now, with the American Press being so free, under cover of their admirable Constitution, and demanding that the juvenile records of a probable 2nd degree murder charge be unsealed after his death, there may be a whole new chapter unfolding, with a few more nuggets of truth being unveiled into the harsh light of day.

Seems as though the ‘lovable rogue’, the ‘gentle giant’, the ‘candidate for at least beatification if not sainthood’, has turned out in the end to be just another in the never-ending statistic of black criminals as an ever-higher proportion of total crime in the black-dominated inner-suburbs and ghettoes of many American cities.

And are we all surprised?

 

Not really!

 

H/T to Duff and Nonsense, whose comment upon my own post gave the link.

and I have seen the coming of the Lord: Hallelujah!

 

So there lives in a suburb of St. Louis, Missouri; a very large young(ish) black man. He is indeed a handful, and few in his ‘hood dare come up against him, mainly because he is so big. But, and of course it is a very large ‘but’, his ‘family’ has stated he was changing. According to his ‘family’ he had seen a vision, a vision of an angel, being pursued by Satan, but the angel sought protection in the clouds which were the features of God. He was said to be studying religion, and the Bible; and was said to be struggling with life’s mysteries. From being a big bully, a drug-user and petty criminal, his ‘family’ stated that he was turning his life around, as he had taken a picture of the sky, and told them that he ‘believed’; at least, this is what we are told by his ‘family’. He was known to be a ‘prankster’, and this I believe, because if you are big enough, and say you are just joking as you steal two boxes of cigars from a corner shop, and when the shop assistant protests, that assistant is slammed into a display stand; that is indeed a joke He was said to have a smile which endeared him to his neighbours, but these stories have strangely emerged some weeks after his death at the hands and bullets of a white policeman.

So, who do you believe, the words and memories of a huge black thug’s ‘family’ memories, of how he was just misunderstood, how he had, conveniently for those same memories, ‘found the Lord’, how he was just ‘joking’ when he punched a fellow black youth in the face, how he was a drug user and oh, I forgot, a ‘rapper’ who sang glowingly about his stepmother, but who also liked lyrics which ended ‘when the bodies hit the ground’: or do you believe the white policeman who wanted this hulking black man to get onto the pavement instead of swaggering down the centre of the road, and who, after being attacked by this extremely large and strong man, and suffering facial injury, was once again confronted by this six-foot four inches-tall black man, and shot him in self defence! If you believe the ‘family’, I reckon you will believe anything, inclusive of the CIA plot on 9/11, the ‘faked’ moon landings, and the fact that Jack Kennedy was a good man and a great politician, instead of a philandering liar and serial fool.

Oh, and as a simple explanation, it is oft asked why I place quotation marks such as those adjacent to the word ‘family’? I do this because I disbelieve the statements entirely, believing them to be purely self-serving embellishments, generated by groups who detest the very idea of black people being in the wrong at all;  with absolutely no evidence of their being truthful at all!

My opinion, they are just plain stupid!

When I hear the calls for retribution for the murder of a photographer in Iraq/Syria, when I read of the ‘hostages’ held by this group of psychopaths calling themselves ‘Islamic State’, I am certain of only one thing; these people, the hostages, the murdered man, they all brought their fate upon themselves.

Whatever their reasons, which range from ““Can you change your daughter, who has these values and has strong ideals about solidarity and human empathy?” or “I go to help the sick and injured” or “I report upon disaster” or any other of the silly and self-serving reasons which placed them in grave danger; they simply cannot state thet they were not warned. For whatever reason, they all went into the deadliest place, at least for Westerners, and they all got caught, or abducted or whatever. It serves them right for thinking that they knew better than anyone.

I am reminded of Alan Johnston, the ‘reporter’ and firm friend of all things Palestinian, who was kidnapped by those same Pallies, and only released because they were afraid he might actually bore them to death with his voice.

It is all very well saying ‘These actions, by these murderous men, are against civilised behaviour’, when everyone accepts that most of these terrorists, and probably all of their supporters, don’t accept Western values or behaviour at all. They think us decadent, they think us immoral, they think us foolish. So why even bother to help, when the helpers will no doubt be treated the same as they do to their other enemies and captives.

It is all very well for Lord Dannatt, he of the smart uniform and totally-closed mind, to state that British soldiers should go and fight in that sandy shit-hole; but I notice that he wasn’t volunteering his services.

As I stated before, they brought their fate upon themselves, and not a single bullet, nor a gallon of fuel, nor a drop of blood should be spilled by America or the United Kingdom to rescue the fools who knowingly went into Bedlam!

A ‘law’ for him, but not for her

Maybe many thousands of people have ‘googled’ about the ignoble ‘Lord Rennard’ and his pervy dealings with at least four women (that number is based upon those who actually came forward); the laughable ‘enquiry’ pushed by the LibDems as the only way to shovel this particular pile of manure out of the room; and the truly shoddy manner in which the Party decided that they would be taking no further action.

Now I mentioned the term ‘googled’; but I wonder just how many people noticed that at the base of the first page of search results, if you look diligently, you will read this small line, placed to comply with a European Court of Justice ruling, which states:-

 

 Some results may have been removed under data protection law in Europe. (my accents)

Now if people are sufficiently intrigued by this notice, as I have maybe stated previously, and institute an identical search on Google.com, you come up with this little gem, which of course gives one of these women’s words in full, as opposed to those blotted out in the original search. Words such as :-

Susan was sitting with seven female colleagues, including Jo Swinson, now the Minister for Women and Equality, enjoying a gin and tonic after dinner when Rennard ‘plonked himself down’ next to her.

‘Physically, I thought he was a fat, bald man who looked a bit sweaty, but he was very charming and seemed to listen,’ she says.

‘He started asking me questions about what my ambitions were and where I saw my future going. I told him I really wanted to be an MP. I thought: “This is a positive conversation to be having. I’m setting out my store as to who I am, what I believe in and where I see myself.”

‘And then his hand touched my knee.

‘I thought, “I’m imagining this” — so moved my leg away and carried on the conversation.

‘He moved closer and it happened again,’ says Susan, her pretty, heart-shaped face expressing genuine revulsion.

‘I shifted a little bit more and that exposed my back, because I was wearing a little pink top. He started stroking this bare bit of skin.

‘It was quite late and we had been drinking. I’d had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner and was on my second gin and tonic, but I was hardly throwing my legs in the air.

‘By that stage the person next to me had gone to bed, so I moved myself from one chair to another. It must have been half-elevenish. When I moved chairs, he moved chairs … and it started again.

‘I thought, “I don’t like this, I really don’t like this” so I finished my drink and said: “I’m off to bed.” He said: “I’ll walk up with you.”

‘I thought: “How do I get out of this?” So I said: “No, I’m going to go to the ladies first because I don’t think I’ll make it upstairs.”

‘I hid in there for about ten minutes, pacing up and down. When I thought he must have finished his drink and gone to bed, I started towards the stairs. It was this sort of winding staircase and he was standing at the bottom. He said: “I’ll walk you up.”

‘We got to the top of the staircase and he brushed my back again. I turned round and said: “I’m off to bed. Really nice to have had that conversation.”

‘He said: “No, no, no. Let’s get a couple more drinks and we’ll go to my room and we can discuss your future political career.”

‘My head at this point was just screaming: “No! No! Susan, what have you got yourself into?” I told him I was really tired and had to go to bed.

‘When I got into my room, that was when the tears started. I phoned my dad and said: “Dad, I think I’ve just wrecked my political career because I turned down Chris Rennard.”’

Now I, and maybe many others, will commence wondering who actually contacted that mighty Search Engine, and insisted that that link be scrubbed away from any results for Susan’s name in conjunction with the pervy, wriggling, nasty twit who goes by the name of Reennard?

And of course the second query is the one that counts. How many women will still work and vote for a bunch as lily-livered and compromised as the Lib-Dems surely are; especially after a decision such as this?

In the good old days, this was what Africa was, and still is, famous for!

So how do you combat an outbreak of a virus which is virtually unstoppable?

Well, if you are in Africa:-

Three Liberian patients received ZMapp on Friday, according to Tolbert G. Nyenswah, a Liberian assistant minister of health and social welfare. The patients signed consent forms stating that they understood the risks of the untested drug, and waived liability for any adverse effects.

The doses had been flown into Liberia after appeals from President Ellen Johnson Sirleaf of Liberia to President Obama and senior American officials. Its arrival last week lifted morale and “raised the hope of everybody,” Mrs. Johnson Sirleaf said. The situation, however, was volatile. On Saturday afternoon, several hundred people in an area of Monrovia known as the West Point slum broke through the gates of a former school that had been converted days earlier into a holding center for people with suspected Ebola.

Samuel Tarplah, 48, a nurse running the center, said Saturday evening that the protesters wanted to shut it down. “They told us that we don’t want an Ebola holding center in our community.” He said the intruders stole mattresses, personal protective equipment, even buckets of chlorine that had just been delivered. “They took everything.”

 

Yep, the very place where the ‘experts’ hoped to contain the sick and the dying was trashed and ransacked.

Modern Africa…………..Just like the old Africa!

Update comment!

‘in an area of Monrovia known as the West Point slum’ which is really difficult to distinguish from all the other slums!

and it came right because of a ‘donation’!

When I write of my own personal dislike of transplant techniques, and organ donations etc. I am often accused of being heartless, of lacking in human decency, along with all the other turgid attempts to insult me. But I don’t care at all, and I am not at all bothered by the verbal diarrhoea flung in my general direction, mainly because I know I am in the right. I know. for example, of the huge pressures placed on relatives of the dying, the intolerable pressure of hearing, again and again ‘without this organ, or that body part, this young man/young woman may die, or live for only a short time’, all the time placing agonising choices on the families of those whose lives have been cut short for whatever reason; to allow the transplant vultures to ‘Harvest’ the selected organs or tissue, because that is the term which is used, because the only type of organ which is suitable for transplant is from another’s living body!

When I was a young man, my 16 year-old sister died of a terrible disease named Leukaemia, or blood cancer. From being a vibrant teenager, she collapsed into a pale shadow of herself, and died within months of her diagnosis. Some twenty years later, a technique was developed, after long research, to implant bone marrow from a matching donor, which would virtually remove leukaemia from the list of killer diseases. With this process, I have no problems, apart from the fact that the process can be extremely painful for the donor; but, and it is a large but, the donor eventually gets up and walks away.

Which is why I write that this procedure should have been prevented,  the donor was too young to give his approval, because he was only ten months old!

 

Am I sad? Not really.

This morning, I attempted to re-tune my radio, as I came to the conclusion that my choice of broadcaster, namely the BBC and specifically the Today programme; had been usurped by some strange spectral radio station bound to repeating, at least fourteen times during the first hour, and many more times after that, a smiling and sunny eulogy for Robin Williams the American actor.

Now most sentient people in Western countries where humour is allowed will admit freely that humour is subjective. What is literally that which one man or woman will keel over in near hysterics over, will obviously leave his or her neighbour wondering what all the laughter is about, which is why I, personally, would not describe Mr. Williams as a comedy genius. His rapid-fire chanting, his manic approach to his job, his anarchic approach towards other people, left me stone cold; but equally obviously made him millions of fans.

But perhaps the real reason why the BBC and their Today team made quite so much of the death of Robin Williams, and brought quite so many clips of his work onto the morning’s programme, is primarily because of their admiration for his long-term hard drug use, not giving it the true term of an addiction, and his often-spoken confessions for his disgusting habit, and a complete disregard for the fact that many impressionable people were probably drawn into the snares of the drug dealers because of his open affection for the death-dealing properties of these substances.

As a film actor, he gave some performances which were both muted, substantial and completely worthy of high respect and accolade; as a comedian, he deserved total anonymity and despair; but, there again, that’s just me!

some strife on the ocean wave….

I note that the BBC has finally caught up with a story which has been widely reported on both other news-sites as well as the MSM, which of course was the news that Commander Sarah West has been removed from her post as Captain of the Type 23 frigate HMS Portland because she was having sexual relations, or as the BBC coyly states, ‘an affair’ with one of her subordinate officers. Whether she was being screwed by a male junior officer, or alternatively doing whatever lesbians actually do, it amounts to the same thing, which involves a breach of the Navy’s ‘Social conduct’ code, and she has to go. The Navy also stated that she is not being dismissed, but will be reappointed to a post where her skills and experience can be used to best effect,” I give my own interpretation of what such a post might be in the following picture.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But my point in writing in regard to this female naval officer is to highlight the sheer stupidity of confining young, healthy and sexually-active men and women together aboard a naval vessel, and then expecting that no impropriety will take place. It is sheer, unmitigated lunacy to demand that young, testosterone-fuelled men;  placed in very close proximity with young, attractive women who also are similarly-fuelled with female hormones; to constantly deny the natural urges which are brought on by the inevitable attractions of the opposite sex: and vice-versa with the women, whom, I presume, go through the same pressures as men do.

It is simply a surrender to the ever-growing pressures of politically-correct clowns who have obviously never served a day in uniform in any sector of the military, to firstly demand equality of selection and treatment when recruiting for any branch of military duty, and then to state that, under no circumstances whatsoever shall these young men and women give way to the baser sexual urges which fuel their entire systems. We are not yet in the position of the American Armed forces, where careers and even possibly lives are being placed at risk because some lesbian bitch has been advanced far beyond her capabilities because she is a lesbian, but that has happened in Uncle Sam’s Navy,, and seemingly we are fast catching up. The Royal Navy which I knew and respected is in danger of being castrated, both in terms of ships, but also, sadly, of its personnel.

‘Useful Idiots’ get ‘Charity Broadcast’

A great deal is about to be spoken and written about the desperate needs of the Gaza Palestinians whose homes have been wrecked by the tank shells and F-16 bomb loads delivered with pin-point precision by Israeli Defence Forces, aimed and sent at the places which have either fired, or stored, the rockets sent by murderous Hamas terrorists against Israel.

The Disaster Emergency Committee has reached agreement with Sky and the BBC that their appeals for funding would be broadcast by both, as opposed to the terrible dilemma facing the BBC last time, when they actually told people about the terrible possibility that, by broadcasting the DEC appeal for Gaza, they would have been seen to be taking sides. We should perhaps be told what is so different this time, from the last time that the BBC was asked to broadcast the DEC’s propaganda.

We are about to witness another avalanche of verbal diarrhoea, all spouted by the ‘Useful Idiots’ so well described by Karl Marx, all in the so-called humanitarian cause of giving ever more aid to people who have, as far as I am concerned, brought this carnage upon themselves. Not too many people remember the truth that, after Israel voluntarily removed, at some great cost, the thousands of settlers, families and thriving businesses from Gaza, and handed Gaza over to the alleged self-rule of the Palestinian Authority, it was those same Gaza Palestinians who voted for Hamas, an organisation dedicated to one thing, and one thing only, the total destruction of Israel!

The fact that Hamas, after assassinating all the Fatah members it could locate, instituted a brutal theocratic dictatorship, is neither remembered nor recorded. Neither recorded is the total predilection of the terrorists of Hamas for diverting much of the concrete destined for reconstruction of the homes of Gaza towards the tunnels ever edging out towards the sleeping families in the Israeli kibbutzes half-a-mile from the border, where those proud Hamas ‘militants’ as the favoured term used by the BBC goes, were aiming to kill or kidnap those same Israelis who had so generously handed over the Gaza strip to their bloody control.

So, you should watch or listen to the broadcast appeals by the ‘Useful Idiots’ of the Disasters Emergency Committee, but think twice before handing a penny to that bunch, because every penny sent by you, means one penny more that Hamas will spend digging ever-longer and deeper tunnels in which to hide either the Hamas commanders, or their replacement rockets, destined for the Civilians of Israel, and coming soon to a bombsite in or around Israel.

Frankenstein Salmon

My headline is not, unfortunately, a coded attack on Scotland’s mouthy First Minister and his compound delusions of grandeur regarding his grand vision(s) for Independence for his small Country; more famous for hairy knees and/or whisky than common sense political thought. But it is a commentary upon a political decision, made mainly by politicians in a complicated entanglement with big business, and crop bio-engineering in particular. I am referring to the decision, made against some 99% of public opinion, to allow small-scale trials of a ‘false flax’ plant which has been genetically-modified to produce an oil similar to Omega-3, an oil found only in certain types of fish. These scientists, who are of course heavily subsidised by the big GM companies, state that this modified plant, because it now will produce a fish-oil, should and would be fed to farmed salmon to make them healthier, with a higher rate of Omega-3 within their flesh, which would make it a healthier product for people to purchase.

We are assured that everything has been thought through; everything has and will be tested to the ultimate degree, there will be no cover-ups, all will be out in the open, there is absolutely nothing for the sceptical public to worry about.

S’funny, really; that is just what was said when this drug was placed on the pharmacy market-shelf  as firstly a sedative with no side-effects whatsoever, then as the wonder-drug for women who were suffering from pregnancy morning sickness, and let us remember what happened with that little episode!

 

 

So nothing to worry about with GM foods, or scientifically modified crops then?

Which does pose the question why the entire shindig is being produced behind ten-foot high barbed wire fences, and protected by guards with alsatian attack-dogs?