Phases; and phrases.

I have often thought that all human life, all the experiences of a varied, full, sometimes too exciting life: can be explained or catalogued within phrases and sentences which are self-explanatory:-

  • Your application has been approved, can you join the vessel Pacific Reliance in Liverpool?
  • ‘Play the drums? Me? Of course I can play the drums; Hic!’
  • ‘For better, for worse, in sickness and in health……’
  • ‘You have a healthy son’
  • ‘Your new son and your wife are both fine.’
  • ‘We shall call her ‘Alice.’
  • ‘You need to accept that your wife is very, very ill…’
  • ‘Your wife can go home with you today.’
  • “its just a short trip into Zambia, then on into the Congo; some friends of a mate of mine need some expert advice on High Voltage Switching. Its perfectly safe, there aren’t any problems where you are headed.’
  • ‘All you have to do is visit the Hwange Power Station in Zimbabwe for the mandatory Tender Site Visit.’
  • ‘and here is my Weapons Licence, and the balance payable so I may purchase and carry the legally-authorised revolver so chosen. I guarantee that I shall only use the weapon either in target practice at a registered gun range; or in defence of myself and my family’
  • ‘Your grandson Marco was born ten weeks prematurely.
  • ‘No worries, Marco is fine; he’s the noisy one in the corner.’
  • ‘Your wife needs treatment, as was shown by her dissappearance, and you need to agree to commit her immediately!’
  • ‘Well, Mr. Cunningham; we removed all the mass of the sarcoma; and we are delighted to state that it was found not to be malignant. Sorry about the two-foot long scar across and down the front of your body!’
  • ‘Cystic fibrosis is a life-threatening disorder that causes severe damage to the lungs and digestive system. Your brother has about a week to live.’
  • ‘Your MRI was carried out this morning; your Doctor will know the results in about ten days.’

Cheers!

‘containers must hold no more than 100ml’

I travelled down to Stansted to meet up with my eldest grandson, who had travelled up from the South-east segment of London with his Dad and Mum so I could catch up with how much I had missed since last seeing him at Christmas. The journeys back and forth were routine, and of course short; my time with my son and my grandson was limited because of the need to return to the airport early: but it was a magic time for a thoroughly-chuffed Grandad.

The magic time was diluted by the ritual humiliation doled out in generous quantities by the Dept. Transport’s Airport Security Gestapo, all of whose employees have been taught to ignore the common English words such as ‘Please’, instead relying on a imperious beckoning of a bent hand to signify that the culprit should walk through the ceremonial  punishment arch (metal detector); after which you are subjected to a pat-down search which came pretty close, in my case anyway, to being a classic case of common assault. If the prospective traveller says anything at all to respond to this gross invasion of privacy and personal space, you are immediately accused of ‘interfering with a lawful search’ and in danger of not only missing your flight, but of actually being detained by this bunch of out-of-uniform Nazi stormtroopers.

A level of security is necessary, when it is known that the murderous fanatics would have murdered their own families as a ‘price worth paying’ to smuggle their explosives on board the target aircraft; but one does have to ask the simple question, ‘How many 74-year-old white Geordie-born bearded Grandfathers have actually been discovered making plans to murder a plane-load of strangers’?

It wasn’t considered appropriate!

As I was busy looking at other things on the busy days of May 6th, 7th & 8th; some news items apart from the General Election, more important than others, got missed. So, going back over the acres of newsprint as I looked back just over a fortnight ago, I spotted this item with specific reference to the travails of the forgotten 1400 white girls who were targeted by Muslim rape gangs in Rotherham, and of course who were also so badly served by those who were supposed to protect them.

It may surprise some who read blogs such as this, that the criminally-lax procedures by Rotherham social services alongside the politically-correct Rotherham Police, were not only foreseen but forewarned at least eight years ago. But the man who spoke those prophetic words was not being thanked for raising the profile of those young girls who were so badly betrayed by both the police as well as Social Services, he was being hauled into court on charges that he incited racial hatred. The Party which this man represented was the BNP, a bunch of maverick racists by some accounts, and by others as the inheritors of the Nazi Party of Hitler’s Germany. But what may have happened if, instead of concentrating upon the colour of a man’s skin, the BNP had concentrated upon what was actually occurring as a direct result of the massive influx of Muslims into our Society? Did the speaker state anything which was not true? Did he state anything which has not come to pass? The answer to both those questions is, of course, ‘No he did not!’

When the SNP heavies were flexing their muscles in the Referendum, they found that they could attack their opponents physically, and get away with it. The General Election in Scotland was plagued with reports similar to that which occurred during the Referendum, with Scottish Labour being drowned out by SNP muscle and noise, in a nasty, bullying manner which departs from the usual calm of a British election; mainly because the police stayed well away from any confrontation; probably because the Police Scotland upper echelon has a great deal of sympathy for the SNP.  We saw similar attacks on Democracy in Tower Hamlets, but fortunately four brave men stood up, and Lutfur Rahman was brought down.

I would end this small diatribe by recalling a Hustings meeting in Durham City some five-odd years ago before the 2010 Elections. I wrote about it at the time, and one small sentence has stayed in my memory. When I asked why the BNP candidate had not received an invitation, and had therefore been excluded from the proceedings, I was rewarded with an even thinner smile, and the answer, “It wasn’t considered appropriate.”.

Please note that I am not attempting to ‘whitewash’ (Pun fully intended) the BNP; but I would like our badly-battered Political system to accept that, as they are a legal Party, and that they have as much right as any to place their point of view before an audience; notwithstanding the fascist Left’s attempts to muzzle them.

Tell it like it is.

You will feel sorry if a complete stranger commits suicide by stepping in front of a seven-hundred ton train moving at 95 m.p.h., even if his self-serving death impacts on your life only through a delay to your travel plans.

You are not allowed to state your mind, if you are of the belief that the suicide didn’t want to live any more, to voice this opinion, in public, as this statement may well offend others.

If a complete stranger does commit suicide, you are not allowed to voice any opinion contrary to the majority ‘progressive’ view, which is that we all must instantly ‘understand’ the pressures which forced this person into ending his or her own life; even if this suicidal death was purely selfish, and would have been, if the law had not been altered, a criminal act!

Signed

Gruppenfuhrer Harman

Reichsleiter Sturgeon

ReichsChancellor Cameron

Repeated? True; but worth the read!

One of the foremost pivotal points in the history of Great Britain was the semi-miraculous recovery of 338,226 British and Free French soldiers from the beaches, moles and bombed and smoking piers of Dunkirk harbour in late May and early June 1940 . The leaders of a stricken Britain had attempted, hopelessly they thought; to rescue the shattered remnants of a beaten British Expeditionary Force  before they were either killed or made prisoner of the Nazi Wehrmacht. Under orders, two French Divisions remained behind to cover the evacuation, they were all either taken prisoner or killed. The hundreds of small ships, cabin cruisers, skiffs, launches, even a lumbering Thames barge, they were all marshalled by the Royal Navy; some came crewed by owners, many had volunteers at their helms. They came from all over, they motored across the Channel, guided by the larger vessels.

aDunkirk 2,0The soldiers, those tens of thousands of desperate men of a beaten B.E.F., saw a strange sight as they climbed over the Dunkirk dunes. They saw long lines of patient soldiers which stretched out over the shallow waters, ending at a point which was established by the simple measurement of how deep a man’s body could be immersed in water before he lost his footing and floated away. There the small ships sailed in, loaded their human cargo, most of whom still carried their weaponry, which was then ferried out to the larger ships which stood in deeper water. When they were loaded, the larger ships headed for Dover and freedom, the ‘Small Ships’ returned to find more and ever more from those long, wet, patient lines of soldiers. Destroyers came to moor at the harbour piers to rescue even more of those men who thought that they had been forgotten, some of those same destroyers were sunk by German bombs, but more survived and made that perilous trip. The ‘Small Ships’ made history in those nine days; nine days which transformed a defeat into the strangest of victories. Some of those same ‘Small Ships’ were themselves destroyed, but most made it back to England’s shores, the same as those soldiers;  to fight again and eventually to hear the solemn words of victory after the signing of the Surrender documents at Luneberg Heath.

Operation Dynamo was not a victory; a nation does not and cannot celebrate the total retreat and transfer of a vanquished Army; but it can be represented as the point in our Nation’s history when, through a combination of luck, diligence, sheer guts and bravery; over three hundred thousand beaten, but strangely enough not demoralised, soldiers were rescued from what should have been a ‘killing ground’ by the ‘small ships’, the yachts, cabin cruisers, pleasure steamers who ferried the sodden remnants of the British Expeditionary Force either to the decks of the destroyers, or to the quaysides and dry land of Dover. Some believe that Hitler stayed his Panzers from the final attacks which surely would have bulldozed the beaten British Army into either annihilation or mass surrender; but I believe that the little-remembered Battle of Arras, where the stubborn resistance of British bayonets and a few tanks worried the junior Wehrmacht commanders so much that the attack was slowed until reinforcements arrived. Whichever the truth, the Army survived, the experienced soldiery formed the basis of the new Regiments; and we went forwards with our Empire allies and later the Americans and the Russians, to final victory.

I am not, these days, a religious man; but it is quite acceptable to believe that a ‘Higher Power’ either governed or intervened in the thinking of a few very senior officers of the Royal Navy, which gave them  impetus to state to Winston Churchill that the rescue was not only possible, but vital to the survival of the Nation!

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Fairs fair!

‘Troubled’ footballer wins equivalent of 2009 X 10kg kegs of Stella.

States, “I deserved it, my Piracy, sorry my Priority; no, that should have been Privacy was  disturbed, and I feel rectified, or summat similar; like, Hawaaay the Lads: have another one; Man! .”

Band-wagon scramblers, dozens of whom have never been heard of before, tell how devastated they were not to be included in phone-hacking stories.

The Labour Party, vociferous in their condemnation of Murcoch’s News of the World’s hacking exploits, remain strangely silent on the Mirror’s exploits.

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