on the shell was written ‘to whom it may concern’

Whilst I was surveying the ludicrous photo of the ex-Stasi German leader crossing hands with the French puppet at the Verdun memorial, I noticed a short piece about a former US Army Air Force B-17 Fortress gunner who, on a tour to the places he had been based during WW2, died of a heart attack. I realised some time back that most young British people do not know of the great sacrifice made by both British and American men, average age 21, during the Air Campaigns, flown mainly from England but also from North Africa, against the Nazi Enemy in Germany; in the years from 1939 to 1945. 135,000 Americans flew against Hitler’s Lufwaffe, and 33,000 paid the price; a price which was also paid, in full, by the Royal Air Force’s Bomber Command; with 55,000 aircrew dead from a total of 125,000 operational aircrew.

When engaged in research for my novel which features a Boeing B-17’s crew, I came across a webpage written by another survivor of those bitter, bloody campaigns fought five miles in the sky, and his memories of the day the U.S.A.A.F. flew a full attack on Schweinfurt. His writing struck a chord with me, and I append a few paragraphs to demonstrate exactly what is meant by ‘Total War’.

Suddenly I heard on the intercom from the top turret “Bandits 9:00 O’clock High” instantaneously followed by the tail and the nose of fighters coming in from all directions. Immediately you could feel those 20 millimeters going through the plane. The sound of a cannon shell hitting a fortress depends on where you are. If you aren’t too close it is like a metallic woof and you feel a jar that shakes the whole plane, which reaches you and leaves you instantly. If the shell explodes close to you there is nothing gentle and it certainly isn’t a momentary tremor. It is like a giant slapping his hand on the water. There are two sounds one from the impact and the second of it exploding. It’s like firing a shotgun into a bucket which all comes back exploding in your face. For a moment you aren’t scared because your senses are dulled. Your bowels seem weak, (you tighten your pucker string); your stomach shrivels up until you can figure out how much you are hurt. It was as if a huge electrical shock had hit me and from then on to this day I have never felt fear. It was as if my mind had gone into a corner to hide and had then come charging out to do battle. In talking to others later, I found we all have gone through some factors of this type of withdrawal. Some retreated from themselves and would no longer be able perform.

I immediately found myself in a world alien to everything I had ever experienced. There were ME-109s and FW-190s leaping into existence from everywhere without warning. When they opened fire you saw sudden flashes of light winking at you from the distance. All at once there existed a canopy of cannon shells and bombs, aerial mines and rockets exploding everywhere. Each one was intent on hitting our pregnant bomb load and us. We are no longer in a stately march in tight formation through the upper heavens. We try desperately to return to the crisp efficiency of our tight formation, but it is impossible to achieve in this raging space of time. We find ourselves slogging our way through a thickening mass of exploding flame and smoke, with the equal determination of every member of the crew. We are driving ahead through a solid whirlwind of steel splinters, flame, and jagged chunks of red hot metal. The steel is everywhere; it crashes into wings, engines, bulkhead and airplane bodies; and into the bodies of men–spewing blood, tissues, intestines, and brains.

The plane seemingly is alive with lights as all the guns are firing and the noise is deafening. There is the continued on the intercom shout of “incoming bandits” from all around the clock (fighters). The fourteen caliber 50 machine guns of our plane can be heard and felt above all the roar of the plane. Our world seems to plunge into insanity as the sounds of air battle are all around us seemingly merging into an inhuman shriek. Our ship doesn’t seem to be occupied by men, we are transformed into beings from another world, with the strange breathing systems dangling beneath our faces.

As quickly as it started the fighters are gone and we are alone with only the extremely bright sun. Our enemy now is the temperature, which is minus fifty degrees and never seems to relax its vigil against us for any exposure to sensitive flesh and frostbite.

I urge the reader to scan and absorb every syllable which this brave man wrote, of his journey into hell and of returning to sanity, only to prepare for another mission in four or five days time. Yes, we should remember Verdun, but let us give thanks to those brave boys who stood, fought, flew and sometimes died so that we might live without an armoured boot upon our throat.

Death? Yes; but a lingering, agonising one for these savages!

I consider myself to be a truly lucky man, despite the problems within my own personal life. I am the Grandfather of four young souls, and when I look at the numerous pix which I hold which remind me of my luck; I can but state that, for the purposes of comparison with others, I am the wealthiest of men. To be able to watch as the youngest grandson literally laughs as his father holds him, gives me joy which is incomparable. My two sons have provided me with four reasons for life, and when I am sometimes weighed down by the responsibilities which stem from my own oath ‘In sickness and in health’, I am raised up once more by their smiles, their young voices, and by the very fact that the love which produced my children is immortalised in their existence.

 

Readers must pardon my rambling, for I am but a typical Grandad; which is why I write to ask if this garbage bag of scum masquerading as the parents of tiny Finley Thomas should be the cause for a complete reversal of Great Britain’s policies on the removal of the death sentence; despite the rulings of the EU and ECHR? Parents, married or otherwise, are supposed to protect those tiny souls who have, in reality, been lent to them by Nature until they are able to look after themselves. Tiny, trusting, defenceless Finley was betrayed by his mother and her grinning boyfriend; as his injuries sustained before his death were listed as ‘traumatic separation of parts of the skull, swelling of the brain, retinal bleeding, blood stain fluid on the spine, mark on neck and shoulder and bruising to the back, rib fractures’. These injuries were explained by both as being the result of the toddler ‘Falling downstairs’!

The creeping, mewling, conscienceless bastards!

Peturbations of Royalty

I present the Queen’s speech if Her Majesty was allowed to speak her mind.

To my Loyal Lords and Commons, Greetings

As this is indeed a special day, We thought that, instead of issuing the usual platitudes which I have been handed to read as in times past, We thought that it might be a treat for my many millions of British subjects to hear my speaking a few home truths to the people who have been entrusted with the Governing of my Kingdom.

We find that we have been betrayed by a succession of, We hesitate to use the term ‘Governments’, as the last thing which has been done in Our Name is governing. Beginning with the traitor Heath, who lied, lied and lied again to achieve his goal of membership of the European Common Market. Our Sovereignty was diminished from that day, and the effects of this traitor’s actions, as the decades have proven, have proved to be truly disastrous for the British Isles and for this United Kingdom.

That succeeding Governments, of both Conservative and Labour Parties, have both continued and increased the levels of intrusive and totally-undemocratic intrusion in British affairs by the cancerous and totalitarian European Union, to such an extent that there is hardly anything left that My Government can achieve without reference to their political masters in Brussels.

It is true that a very few of the politicians who served in Government were against further involvement in the machinations of the Brussels elite, but even the best of my Prime Ministers, my good friend Baroness Margaret Thatcher did little to defend My Realm against the remorseless advance of the ‘Colleagues’ from the organisation which an acquaintance has titled the E.U.S.S.R. Perhaps she spoke truly when she stated that she had been misled over the true effects of the Single European Act, but unfortunately the Act was placed before Me, and We had to sign it, because it was a lawful piece of legislation from My Parliament.

But the most significant damage to My Realm was achieved under the governance of the traitor Blair, under whose hand and rule came forth the damaging legislation of Devolution, and now We see the results, as the demagogues have snatched the majority in Edinburgh, and are threatening the dissolution of the United Kingdom. We have also seen the lunacies perpetrated by the inclusion of a foreign Court as arbiter in our own judicial system, the slow strangling of our remaining industries under the dead hand of a Brussels bureaucracy which never, ever forgets; not forgetting the strange sights of terrorists, murderers and rapists allowed to stay in these lands because their ‘rights’ might be damaged if they were deported.

We also had to sit and watch as the same murderous scum who murdered my wonderful uncle were welcomed into the devolved Assembly of Northern Ireland, and We were forced to welcome their representatives into our own House of Commons, even thought they never actually took their seats: instead of watching happily as they were swung high from gibbets.

We, as the Constitutional Monarch, had to watch as the Labour Government altered the whole nature of many of our towns and cities with the importation of millions of foreigners under the guise of immigration rules which did nothing but dilute and destroy the very essence of what it is to be British. They have given passports to any who asked, and to many who did not deserve; but the greatest crime is the importation of a whole bloc of adherents to a religion which despises the very freedoms which We have espoused and welcomed.

Our Governments have sat and betrayed our Armed Forces, by both action and inaction. They have left our servicemen and women without protection from danger by the purchase and distribution of ineffective armoured vehicles when what was needed was available but totally ignored. The Royal Navy, once the most effective and feared in the world, has been reduced to little more than a coastal defence force, and for not a large length of coast either. Through the machinations of an overpaid clique of so-called civil servants masquerading in the Ministry of Defence, Our Air Force has been sliced almost to the bone, with aircraft worth billions sent to the scrap[yard before even being flown in anger. Our Army, what remains of it, is a ready target for the machinations of the sub-traitors from the so-called Ministry of Defence: so-called because the lkast thing on thier minds is the Defence of the Realm.

We have watched in quiet horror as a succession of illiberal Laws have passed across our palace desk awaiting My signature, a signature which was written but grudgingly, and under a mute protest. We watched as a Labour Government wasted billions on computerised projects which could and would never have worked, as well as divining Laws which would reduce the freedoms evolved and enjoyed over many centuries. We also watched as this present so-called Conservative Government also took steps to reduce those same freedoms, all in the sacred name of ‘security’.

We welcomed the decision to ask, by a Referendum; the entire population of this once-United Kingdom if they wished to stay in, or to leave; the European Union, and I welcomed the return of powers which had been given away so readily. I have, however, not been so enchanted with the cack-handed manner in which the so-called negotiations have been carried out, but will live in hope that things might turn out better than expected.

In ending this short speech, I would like to thank the caterers for the food and drinks provided for the reception which preceded this event, but regret that they are based in South-Eastern Romania. This last is of course because my Houses of Parliament have to comply with E.U. requirements that all such events be sent to tender in all member nations of the European Union. The food itself was unremarkable, but somehow I do not feel that the Romanian catering company fully understands what a ‘Cucumber sandwich’ actually represents to any Briton, in that We always wish to see the cucumbers sliced.

 

extracted and modified from Fire, Pillage & Plague, at the time of Her Jubilee.

The Fourth Reich looms closer

Two important items have appeared in the past week regarding ‘OUR’ referendum, one a speech by Dan Hannan, the other a ‘comment’ piece by Simon Heffer.

Dan Hannan stated:-

“It’s not just the financial price of EU membership – it’s the democratic price. We fought a civil war in this country to establish the principle that laws should not be passed nor taxes raised except by our own elected representatives. And now supreme power is held by people who tend to owe their positions to having just lost elections: Peter Mandelson, Neil Kinnock and what have you.

No one is talking about drawbridges or isolation. Nowhere else in the world do countries apologise for wanting to live under their own laws. New Zealand is not about to join Australia. Japan is not applying to join China – and do you hear anyone complaining about these bigoted Sino-sceptics in Tokyo?

It is a natural healthy thing for a democracy to live under its own laws whilst trading with every other country in the world. The United Kingdom is the world’s fifth-largest country (economy), its fourth-largest military power. How much bigger do we have to be before we have the confidence to raise our eyes to more distant horizons?

Simon Heffer opined:-

The arsenal of fear must almost be nearly exhausted. Those daring to vote to leave the EU will inflict on Britain collapsing house prices (according to George Osborne and Christine Lagarde of the IMF, who should worry about the EU’s unemployment-soaked economies); a “technical” recession (Mark Carney, a “technical” Irish-Canadian with a long record of error, who for this disgraceful political interference should be kicked back to Ottawa); and, of course, the Third World War (Mr Cameron). It’s clearly a Corporal Jones moment for the Remainers, though any cries of “don’t panic” come far too late: they are manifestly drowning in it.

Anyway, two can play at this game. What must we fear if we stay? Not merely relentless uncontrolled immigration (and the lies told about it), putting such burdens on our schools, hospitals and infrastructure that UK citizens suffer, but the inevitability of our nation’s destiny being increasingly subject to the wishes of foreigners whom we don’t elect. I am not talking about the amorphous idea of “Brussels”: I’m talking about Germany.

Five years ago I wrote a piece referring to the control Angela Merkel exerted over Europe as “the Fourth Reich”. I was accused of a horrible breach of taste. However, when one looks at German power today one realises that, when I wrote, she had hardly even started. The key to German success is this: it participates in a weak currency (whose value would collapse without it) enabling its exports to sell far more cheaply than had it retained the Deutschmark. Therefore, it continues to grow in economic strength relative to its partners – including us – but especially those in the eurozone, notably France and Italy, who would benefit greatly from restoring the Franc and the Lira.

Any net exporter in the EU – which we are most certainly not, given our £24bn trade gap with our partners in the first three months of 2016 – also benefits hugely from the vast and incomprehensible welter of EU regulations on products and employment law, which keep external competitors at arm’s length and pile costs on them if they wish access to the single market. Germany is so rich, and getting richer at the expense not least of its partners, that it can afford to pretend globalisation isn’t happening. We are not so fortunate, and leaving the EU to avoid all these regulations and take proper advantage of the wider world is not the least reason why we must vote to get out.

If we stay in we are going to suffer immense collateral damage from two crises that the Germans will precipitate. First, there will be one in the eurozone. My friend Dr Savvas Savouri, chief economist at the leading investment business Toscafund, predicts a “detonation of devaluations around the periphery of the eurozone” in his latest briefing to clients. So incapable are non-eurozone countries such as Hungary, Romania or Poland of competing with the German-dictated economic model that devaluation and the instability that will bring are their only options. So anyone who thinks our staying in the EU is like buying a ticket to a place of permanent prosperity wants his or her head examined.

Worse for Britain, Dr Savouri predicts Germany’s economy “will not come off lightly”, not least because its clients and customers will find its goods suddenly more expensive. And when Germany starts to struggle, God help the rest of the EU: because when the German chequebook closes, economies it is shoring up – such as Greece’s – will be on their own. And Greece’s economy is one-eleventh the size of France’s, which is a basket-case, and cannot go on as it is.

Dr Savouri also points out that if we stay in the EU there will be huge costs for us from all this chaos, despite being out of the eurozone. “Having renewed our vows to remain in the EU ‘through sickness and in health’ we will be required to contribute to funding the fiscal efforts being applied to our ever more sickly EU partners,” he writes. The costs will be huge, and once we have committed ourselves to remain we will be forced to join the communal effort to save ailing partners. He calls it “the EU’s version of a Rooseveltian New Deal.”

He also argues that such a wave of economic hardship will propel more impoverished Europeans across open borders into the UK: and don’t forget what Iain Duncan Smith disclosed last week, that Mr Cameron deleted a passage about controlling immigration from a speech he made because he was told it would upset the Germans. That is the reality of our relationship with the EU: if we choose to stay in, the Germans will ensure that we become ever more obedient to their policies – so stand by for their next project, Turkey’s admission to the EU, and all that would entail.

It was not just deeply offensive, but ironic, that Mr Cameron should last week have evoked the idea of another world war in his latest intelligence-insulting act of hysteria aimed at making us vote to stay in the EU. It is not just that our fathers and grandfathers fought in two world wars to allow Britain the right to continue to rule itself, rather than to be ruled by Germans: Mr Cameron plainly won’t admit that German domination of the EU means it has conquered without war, and signing up to the EU is signing up to the Fourth Reich.

Ask the Greeks if you think I exaggerate: Germany runs Europe without firing a shot. It forces far weaker partners to stay in a currency zone that is crippling them, and uses its economic muscle to dictate immigration and other key policies. And if you believe the Germans won’t take a UK vote to stay in as a signal to continue and intensify their control over the EU, and to make us help pay for its baleful effects, then you aren’t paying attention. It’s not war we should fear, but what the Germans do in peace.

Forget the illusory ‘Massacre of the First Born’; ignore the what-ifs and possibles spouted by Cameron and his clique, and spread the word that we shall overcome the New Nazis of an ever-widening European Union!

and this is what they do not want you to watch!

This is what was left after the Remain people got YouTube to censor the original, on the illusory grounds of copyright infringement! Note the time of 3 minutes 17 seconds.

However, because of t’Internet, we can view the original, and don’t worry because of the length of over an hour, it is well worth the watch!

https://player.vimeo.com/video/166378572

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Not really ‘Friendly’ at all!

I am not a ‘Facebook’ fan. I have not signed up to this allegedly all-conquering Soshiall-Meejah giant, and I have no intention of doing so in the future. Anyone else can do as they wish; but for me, Facebook has always been a site for ‘wannabees’ who need to verify or indeed justify their very existence by a series of ‘friends’ and ‘likes’ whose ‘clicks’ on their page bring them great joy. Speaking for myself, I know who my friends are; and I firmly believe that the last thing any of my acquaintances wish to know is what I am buying, or watching, or indeed publicising.

But I tend to give, to either individuals or giant digital businesses; the benefit of the doubt when it comes to motives, or indeed motivations. If your main motivation is profit and shareholder value or dividends; I say ‘good luck, mate’. But when a sector of that digital business, believed by its users to be totally impartial because of it’s generation by a computer-based algorithm; turns out to be less than that lauded ‘impartiality’ because of human interference: I and indeed many like me tend towards extreme annoyance.

Allow me to explain. When a computer user clicks on to the BBC website, or indeed when he views or listens to the news programmes that National Broadcaster puts onto the airwaves, we automatically collate it’s content by means of an inbuilt ‘bullshit content’ meter. We know that any comment, or slant placed upon news items, will be towards favouring the Left or Liberal points of view; whether the subject is ‘Climate Change’ or the Welsh Assembly; and indeed anything in between. We know that the news read out has been through the BBC ‘slant-o-meter’, and any person of even moderate intelligence knows how to mentally filter out the ‘bullshit’ and digest what is real, discarding that which is, literally, crap. So, turning to Facebook, one of the star turns of the Facebook website is the ‘Trending’ news sector, which supposedly picked out news stories because they were ‘trending’ or being viewed by multiple viewers across the digital world. ‘Trending’ may be a political story, or even a picture of a wide-eyed and cute kitten, but the way in which the story or item was chosen was supposed to be by an algorithm, generating a list of stories which according to the ‘COMPUTER’, were more important or were gaining a high readership.

So imagine the surprise of the Gizmodo team when they were contacted by several former Facebook contractors, who alleged that the ‘trending’ news list was actually ‘curated’ and that the list was actively suppressing conservative news items because of political bias.

“Depending on who was on shift, things would be blacklisted or trending,” said the former curator. This individual asked to remain anonymous, citing fear of retribution from the company. The former curator is politically conservative, one of a very small handful of curators with such views on the trending team. “I’d come on shift and I’d discover that CPAC or Mitt Romney or Glenn Beck or popular conservative topics wouldn’t be trending because either the curator didn’t recognize the news topic or it was like they had a bias against Ted Cruz.”

So 1.51 Billion users are signed on Facebook. Take a conservative assessment of those people who use Facebook for news selection of, say, 15%, which works out to 226 million people. You then must see the problem; if that many people are being led down a path that they believe is uncontaminated by human bias; how many of those people are unaware that they are the focus of a tiny group of people whose views are diametrically opposed to their own natural inclinations?
And I say that you can be both paranoid; and have people out to get you?

and carefully draw those shades!

It is invigorating to one such as I when a very senior politician confirms that which I wrote about over the intervening years.

This very, very strange couple were about to appear on a live tv programme, to advertise, yet again, their appeals for the British police to continue to fund the search for their missing daughter; but pulled out after the Portuguese Captain’s appeal was confirmed.

Kate, Gerry; I have some advice for you: Let the shades descend peacefully over the daughter you were supposed to cherish; leave the tv floodlights and the chat programmes for others to monopolise; remove your media-savvy presences from the headlines, and give that little girl, probably long dead after her abduction, the privilege of peace which was so savagely removed from her after you left her, along with her twin brother and sister; alone in that holiday flat whilst you went boozing with your mates!

death by ‘friendly fire’

Why worry when idiots such as these die by either overdose or reaction to drugs

Their deaths benefit the gene pool as they will simply not be able to procreate and extend their truly faulty genetic structure beyond themselves. Because of their awesome stupidity, and because they thought it ‘cool’ to brave the chemicals put together by some avaricious clown with a half-degree in basic chemistry; they are dead. The only ones to grieve are the parents, and even these morons are not short of their share of the blame resultant from these truly-pointless deaths; mainly because of the lack of parental warnings or even of example. Who knows if the dead clowns took these deadly pills because of their parents’ behaviour in the past; or if their parents had not been as trenchant as they should have been with their advice on behaviour outside of the family home.

 

If it bain’t broke; don’t fix it!

I am not going to walk the three hundred yards to our local Catholic School Hall, which has temporarily been closed for educational purposes; as it is being used as a place designated for the reception and safe-keeping of votes cast by members of the public, who reside within the area served by the polling station. I am not going to mark my ballot paper, or express my decision to support any of the three candidates for the office of Durham Police and Crime Commissioner for many reasons.

We must ask ourselves if this extra, and extremely expensive level of bureaucracy has achieved anything at all. I do not believe that the PCCs, all over the country, have changed, altered or manoeuvred anything at all in the fields of crime detection, public safety, crime deterrence; or even attitudes towards the Police in general. Has the abolition of the County Council’s Police Authority, democratically peopled at second-hand by members of that Council; and superseded by the PCC: done or achieved anything excepting the expenditure of a great deal of public cash?

The main reason I will be absenting myself from my democratic duties is the overwhelming truth that I have to observe the evaporation of solvent from an insoluble finely ground powder, either natural, synthetic, inorganic or organic film, of a shade which is advertised as Barley White Matt Emulsion, which has been skilfully applied to a seat designed to be used during mealtimes, at a dining table.

 

Evil be to he who evil does!

I would remind readers that today is a sad memorial. A time when we should all still ourselves, and remember that, fifty years ago, a veritable lifetime for some; the verdicts were finally delivered on a pair of cold-blooded calculating murderers, a pair of depraved monsters who actually recorded the sounds of the thirteen minute ordeal of their ten year-old victim before they finally killed that young girl. That recording was only played once, but it was as though the Jury didn’t really need to sit through the rest of the trial before delivering their unanimous verdict. Myra Hindley, sentenced to two terms of life; and Ian Brady given three life terms, are the names of the two who have really defined what is meant by the word ‘Evil’. They attempted to blame each other, they even tried to lay the blame for the atrocities at the foot of Hindley’s brother-in-law; the one person who had actually witnessed the savagery of the murder of Edward Evans, their last victim; but the Law, and the Jury was not fooled.

It is only fair that the people who should be remembered today are the victims of that murderous couple; so I would simply ask that you take a few milliseconds from your daily tasks, the run-of-the-mill which is all our lives; and remember the five who cannot ask for that remembrance:-

Pauline Reade, John Kilbride, Keith Bennett, Lesley Ann Downey & Edward Evans

And also to remember this; that despite the overwhelming opinion to the contrary, MPs at Westminster voted to abolish the Death Penalty; and of course following the further diktats of the European Union, we would not be ALLOWED to return to such a well-desired and admired option which delivers the only true justice which such evil crimes demand!

A tale of two lunacies.

Imagine a country whose leader has delusions; both of grandeur and of longevity. Imagine that he takes unto himself the title of a ruler last held held by an emperor some 2,500 years ago. He awards himself all sorts of gaudy medals and sashes, and decides that he will bring his nation into the twentieth century, forgetting that the religious leaders, of his country; a very conservative bunch, all of whom either distrust or detest him, cordially dislike the very idea of modernisation, especially when it comes to the rights of women. The Shah, for that is whom I write about, also confiscated much of the mullahs’ land and property. Also factor in the truth that he ain’t nearly as popular as he thinks he is; and the stage is set for disaster. The Peacock Emperor believes he has a firm ally in the USA, but his despotic rule, the internal corruption and his inability to provide reforms which were acceptable to the common people led to his downfall. Jimmy Carter asked a CIA man to check out the leading clerical opponent of the Shah, and received the reply that Ayatollah Khomeini was the equivalent of a modern Jesus. Carter promptly pulled all American help away from the Shah, and Iran was catapulted into revolution, and Muslim terror and chaos ruled.

Now we learn that Saudi Arabia’s new Crown Prince is looking to sell off 5% of Aramco, the world’s biggest oil company, and invest the proceeds in a Wealth Fund; and also to begin the process of weeding Saudis off a life of doing sweet f*** all whilst getting paid top dollar for that job, and putting them all to work: at the same time as lifting some of the restrictions on women in the workplace.

How will the Saudi Royals’ religious buddies, the Wahhabi Mullahs, a stricter, more austere and narrow-minded bunch that the ‘effing Iranians ever were: react to that small bombshell?