and smiled, and nodded, and passed by.

One of the truly terrifying things about modern politics is the manner in which our present breed latches on to something which sounds absolutely great (in theory) but don’t wish to say anything when the true ramifications of the loony-tunes policy are realised and explored in the cold light of reality.

When the 2008 Climate Change Act was rolled out, very few Parliamentary people had read it, even fewer understood it, and when it was passed by an overwhelming majority, fewer still actually knew the disastrous impact it would have upon Britain’s economy. Written by a Friends of the Earth lobbyist, pushed by David Cameron, adopted by David Milliband and placed on the statute books by his bloody useless brother Ed; this single Act of industrial suicide will end up, if it is not repealed by a Tory government with at least one brain cell working; costing us our entire Industrial base, as well as costing us some £18 billion every year until 2030.

The question surely should be, to what end? Climate Change is a lie, a farce, and an illusion. The climate may well be changing, but Man, along with the dreaded Carbon Dioxide, has nothing to do with it. The (alleged) science has been rubbished, the methods, the algorhythms and the computer projections have been comprehensively rebutted; but still no-one dares to state that the ‘effing emperor not only has no clothes on, he never owned any in the first place!

For a prime example of the true stupidity of Government, they are pushing for‘District heat networks, with local councils (!!!!!) utilising ‘waste to heat’ stations which consume and burn  waste rather than bung it into a big hole, and then piping the resultant steam into everyone’s house to connect to a ‘heat transfer’ boiler which would then heat the central heating pipes, and hot water. Just imagine the sheer stupidity of taking gas boilers out of every British home presently heated by gas: and planning to replace them with superheated steam-pipes laden with steam at 200 C. lying in trenches dug by a British labour force in villages, towns and cities all across the United Kingdom? Has anyone ever stood back and actually looked at the sheer stupidity of a project, which would need the conversion of 20,000 homes every week, and every week for the next twenty years? As a bonus, just remember that all these ‘Waste-to-Heat’ stations which are so blithely discussed are going to be pumping excess CARBON ‘EFFING DIOXIDE into the atmosphere all that time as well, thus eliminating any bloody saving brought about by removing all the ‘effing gas boilers in the first place!

No wonder the Gods up on Olympus are laughing and slowly shaking their collective heads together!

Don’t give them a dime!

I have learnt, over the many years of my life, to be deeply cynical about the motives of those who claim that ‘they want to help’; especially in areas where the only ones to walk freely carry at least an AK-47.  I wrote some time back on the sheer stupidity of those such as Kayla Mueller, who, if you can recall ‘wanted to help’ by climbing into the Syrian cauldron, and after getting captured, raped and ‘married’ to one of the guys she so trusted as to behave like civilised beings; instead of the scrapings of the gutter that they really are, was murdered.

Seems as though the Medecin sans Frontieres mob, yet another bunch of do-gooders, only slightly better-funded; was actually in contact with the crew which was holding Mueller, as well as several MSF hostages. The ISIL bunch actually gave the MSF bunch an e-mail address, so negotiations for a Mueller deal could begin, but MSF seemingly withheld the address on ‘security’ grounds. Mueller’s parents claimed that, if the e-mail had been activated, their daughter might have been saved. MSF, like a good corporate ‘buddy’ is saying very little, except “they don’t understand what its like to deal with these people”.

Now far be it from a complete outsider such as I to comment upon the activities of yet another bunch of do-gooders’ even if they come with a fancy name as MSF does; but would it not be smarter just to leave the field to those literally insane enough to risk their lives for a whole heap of cash; e.g. a Mercenary: rather than placing ordinary members of their medical teams in easy reach of getting their bloody heads chopped off? The Merc. assesses the risks, does his sums, and if the cash is good enough, and he knows or understands the bloodthirsty bandits well enough to take a chance: well, why not? But MSF does not operate that way, it takes its own crews of presumably trained medics, and gets them inserted, on the grounds that ‘we are well known not to take sides; and therefore we can be trusted’: which is a complete load of foreign bollocks!

Kayla Mueller, a simpleton of the first rank, drove into Syria with her Syrian boyfriend to supposedly help fix some equipment at an MSF hospital. Mueller was disguised with a hijab and veil; but left it off once at the the hospital, which was run by Spanish staff, as she felt safe and borrowed translators to interview patients, Alkhani said. “She asked about their life, how they managed to survive, and thought she could make a big story in her blog, and maybe bring donations.” So she was betrayed, the goose was sat in the Syrian pot, and eighteen months later, she was killed: and we are supposed to feel sorry for her? Bollocks!

If you really, really wish to waste five minutes, locate her foundation web-page, and read her sayings, or thoughts, or indeed simpleton-type ramblings. They remind me of one thing only; the screen utterances of the film idiot ‘Forrest Gump’. they really are as bad as that! The Mueller family believe that Prez. Obama should keep his promise, and hand out some cash: but in one of the very few Obama decisions which gained universal approval, they haven’t yet coughed up a dollar.

And silence for what; exactly?

We are told that the Italian government has imposed a ‘National Day of Mourning’ for the dead of the Amatrice earthquake. I simply ask ‘what is the purpose’ of that alleged mourning? Will it bring back the dead, will it salve the injuries of those who lie in hospital? Will it do anything else apart from an alleged ‘touchy-feely’ sensation that ‘we feel their pain’ or some other like-minded garbage? What will the flags flying at half-mast all across Italy actually do? To my own certain knowledge; not a lot!

memorialI have written before of remembrance, of a loss so personal that, even after the passage of fifty years, I still remember the day my beloved sister was buried. There is a small North-Eastern town in England which I used to call home, despite working far away so long ago. In that town there sits a small Catholic church, with cemetery adjacent. Within the confines of that Cemetery lie the mortal remains of my beloved sister, who died at the age of sixteen from leukaemia. Her death shattered my Dad, who never completely recovered from her loss, and my Mum wasn’t much better in her grief. There is just a green sward where she lies; no stone, no winged angel, no border resplendent with flowers; because her face is before me as I write these lines. We three remaining brothers need no chiselled granite to remind us of our sister, and so it is. We three are now just two, with my eldest brother’s death some two-odd years ago. My brother died without my reconciling with him; we argued over politics, but I do so wish we had patched together a family bond which had been shattered, mainly because we were both too bloody stiff-necked to apologise. But that is my point; it was my sister, or latterly my brother, they were family; the sadness was real: it was personal. In my sister’s case, her school friends lining the route from the church were tearful, because they knew my sister.

The Italians who will no doubt stand silent in remembrance; what are they remembering? Strangers who passed by within a headline? One of the larger funeral services which was held some years ago in Durham City at the crematorium was not organised, there was no ‘order of service’, there was indeed very little ‘formal’ organisation, apart from the actual operations in the building itself. We all came to honour the service and the friendship, the fact; that a simple unassuming man had touched a great many lives with a simple honesty, a clarity of purpose, and an acceptance that his life was shared amongst many; and we filled the crematorium area to a capacity rarely seen. The presiding vicar literally blinked at the sight of the crowded hall, as he had never seen anything like it. There was no breast-beating, no wailing, no hysteria, no fuss; for this was an English farewell to an English gentleman in the truest sense of the word. His was a life of commitment, and this was shown by the number of representatives of all callings who came to give and pay their last respects at the funeral of one who would probably have blanched at the sheer numbers who sat and stood in silence. As for my dead friend, whose funeral was quiet and dignified, there were no adverse comments, because he lived his life by the standards which used to rule us all.

The disaster which struck the communities of Indonesia, Thailand and Ceylon when the tsunami hit was incomparable in human history, in terms of peacetime. Well over 250,000 died, many thousands injured, and whole communities literally wiped off the map. Nature has a ferocity all of its own; but what was the response of the European Union? They organised and required a Three Minute Silence in ‘solidarity’ with the stricken nations so far away. Yes, a whole sixty seconds more than the millions of the dead of two World Wars. I am happy to report that I did not stay still, nor silent, as I was shopping with my wife.

Death, tragedy, loss: they are always with us, but remembrance, that is surely best held within a heart, and should not be paraded as a sign of ‘solidarity’ for some distant tragedy!

Restricted; you may enter Paradise; but slowly!

I lived, worked and brought my family up in South Africa. After visiting that wonderful country twice during my sea-going years, after marrying, we decided that we should move to South Africa. I had eighteen years of living in a super, safe, well-run country. We had a good life, albeit with some problems within our own family life; but, as for a place to live and grow a young family, few places better. Then things began to change, the allegedly-terrible sin which was Apartheid was challenged, and the beginnings of the long, slow decline of South Africa commenced. The black population was promised many things by the African National Congress, whose leader was the terror-planner and murder-sympathiser Nelson Mandela; and now, some twenty-five-odd years later, let us see what is truly on the minds of Black South Africans.

  • Is it the ever-increasing murder toll, on Black, Coloured, Indian or White sectors of the population, where the Police Minister has forbidden the compilation of murder statistics because the reality may be ‘spun’ by South Africa’s enemies; both internal and external?
  • Is it the truth that, after twenty-five years of Black-majority rule by the Communists of the African National Congress, very few Black people have even seen a rise in their living standards?
  • Is it not the ever-increasing unemployment figures, as European business people, fed up with the confiscatory attitudes of the Black Empowerment Act, as well as the Employment Equity Act, either leave; or close down their threatened businesses? Taken together, the State forces business owners to divest themselves of equity in their own companies by selling that equity at fire-sale rates, to blacks who have no clue about the business, but because their skins are black, are qualified.
  • Is it the crippling rates of corruption, in all areas of life, that rot the very sinews of the once-good life which was available to all?
  • Is it the overwhelming sense of futility felt by a majority, that the top men of the ANC will not listen to the anger of the black voters, never mind anyone else?
  • Is it the sky-high rates of disinvestment, in all sectors of the economy of a Country which was, literally, the breadbasket of Africa?


Sorry, folks, but the top search, certainly in the Free State, is ‘how to achieve and retain a tight Vagina’


Says it all, really! Bunch of Big Cnuts!

The slow but inevitable death of the Royal Navy

From the long gone days of Edward the Confessor, England has always had an interest in protecting her trade at sea. Onwards through the reigns of the first Richard, Edward the Third, Henry’s 5, 7 and 8, the importance of the Navee was ever increased. After the return of Charles the Second, the British Navy became the Royal Navy, and the long list of naval heroes was established. Anson, Drake, Nelson, Hawke, Frobisher, Fisher; the roll-call lasts as long as the evenings pass by. We always were a fighting nation, and our virtual DNA was best expressed in the Napoleonic Wars, where we fought, almost alone some of the time, against a tyrant who bestrode the continent of Europe, but where he was triumphant on land, at sea; the British were masters. It was the Navy who brought the armies, and yes, the Navy was there when retreat was forced, but whenever the Navy was called upon; as at Trafalgar, they prevailed. It was the Navy’s ships, manned by hard, disciplined seamen who fought the French and Spanish fleets whatever the cost. Without trade and treasure from overseas, Napoleon could only fulminate, and as long as the Royal Navy’s sails lifted above the horizon; he could not quash his only enemy.

The Royal Navy dominated the seas in World War One; but nearly went to defeat against the German submarines who were threatening to starve Great Britain in the last year of the War. It was only the introduction of convoys, together with better depth-charge systems and Royal Naval Air Service aircraft flying and spotting submarines, which defeated the U-boat threat.

In the years between the Wars, the Navy was again partly run-down, due to budget cuts and plain lack of interest from Isolationist Governments who believed that Hitler was simply a loud-mouthed ex-corporal who would soon shut up. They ignored the march into the Saar, the move to militarise the Rhineland was regarded as ‘normalising German Statehood; the annexation of Austria was reported as ‘proper’ because Hitler was Austrian, and the debacle with the Czechs, and of course the smartest (irony alert) politician in Westminster, complete with ‘piece of paper’ was looked upon as inevitable. The Royal Navy was partly modernised in the second half of the 1930’s, but the upgrade missed HMS Hood (sunk with a single shell from Bismarck), HMS Barham (torpedoed despite alleged anti-torpedo upgrade) and HMS Repulse (sunk by the Japs after sailing without any air cover whatsoever). We managed to win through, partly because the Krauts made more mistakes than we did; but mainly because the Japs attacked Pearl Harbour, and America came into the war, and saved the West for the second time in twenty years.

After the War was over, the inevitable rush to demobilise, to ‘save’ money by not building ships that worked and mattered, grew ever stronger. From one of the mightiest Navies this world has ever seen, the Royal Navy has slowly deteriorated into a pale shadow of the Service which, literally, saved our bacon. The bloody politicians, and the weaselling civil service of the Ministry of Defence who follow their masters’ call, have slowly but surely disembowelled the Service upon which Britain’s fate depends. When Putin sends a modern guided-missile cruiser into the seas around the north of Scotland, it took 24 hours before the ONLY Destroyer available could sail up from Devonport dockyard and ask the ‘effing Russians to kindly turn around and piss off! We don’t have any ‘effing ships to spare!

When you stand up in Parliament and praise your Navy, but forget that you have slashed billions off the budget for both ships and crew because you want to look ‘good’ by giving billions away in overseas aid; its time you faced reality.

The first purpose of Government is to be certain that they have made sure that their Nation can be defended. Politicians, of any colour or hue, hate the very idea of Defence; because Defence, in terms of modern equipment and manpower, costs shed-loads of cash, and must be planned for over many years. Politicians detest the idea of a valid Defence, because very little about an efficient Army, Navy or Air Force can be ‘spun’ to make them look good. There is nothing a leading politician, again of any hue, likes more than to be photographed surrounded by uniformed soldiers, sailors or airmen whilst celebrating a ‘Job Well Done’: but they hate paying the bills which come due. ( We have to acknowledge that not all politicians like being photographed adjacent to tanks or big guns, such as Emily Thornberry ‘Shadow Defence’). The pronouncements of certain politicians are famous for their double-dealing lies, saying ‘Whatever you want, you can have,’ to the generals, whilst stating exactly the opposite the their Ministry servants.

For a discussion case, let us examine the Type 45 destroyer, built by BAE systems, using British-built gear for power and weaponry. On paper, they look a formidable item, with their ‘world-class’ missiles, and ‘world-class radar systems’, they would seem to be capable of defending a fleet carrier, for example, which is their prime role. The Americans have ten active super-carriers, and each one never goes to see without a defensive screen of at least four Arleigh-Burke destroyers, two frigates, a guided-missile cruiser, and they usually throw in a nuclear-powered submarine just because they can. The new British carriers, which are supposed to carry 45 attack jets, need protection of a similar calibre, and with six Type 45 destroyers in the Fleet, one would presume that, once commissioned, the British carrier would be well served.Type-45-

Fact…It takes seven-ten years to design and build an American Arleigh-Burke class Destroyer; but they work! Fact…It takes ten-plus years to design and build a British Type 45 Destroyer, and they end up tied to the quayside, because they ‘effing break down half the ‘effing time; because when the seawater gets warm, the intercooler breaks down!

The plain, simple truth is that we are badly served by both the political body, as well as the so-called Ministry of Defence. The insane idea that everything major in terms of defence spending must be British-built has landed us directly in the greedy hands of BAE Systems, because of take-overs, and buy-outs, and share swaps; they are the only game in town when it comes to Defence capability, it is either BAE, or nowt. We are building two aircraft carriers; but they take time to build, and we scrapped our only remaining small carrier. Why? To save some more ‘effing money; thats why! We also built six naval air reconnaissance jets, at huge expense, and then tore them apart because we couldn’t afford to fix the design faults which placed super-heated air right alongside fuel lines, and no-one cared until one blew up over Afghanistan; killing fourteen valuable people. We withdrew our only large warship from the Falklands, because we didn’t have any ships to send elsewhere, so the defence of the Falklands is down to a squadron of Typhoons, and a thousand squaddies with rifles!

We have no ships, we have no sailors to man them, because George Osborne and his mate Hammond sliced the budget, sacked the sailors; and when the recruiters come looking, who is going to trust them again? We are nearly screwed, and yet we managed to give away £36 Billion in Foreign aid over a four year period.

Men of Asian appearance learning to swim.

Five dead fully-clothed ‘young’ men drowned in sea off English beauty spot. Scene is twenty-five miles from Calais. BBC refuses to even contemplate that they may be ‘illegal migrants’.

Witnesses said the first three dead men – who were reported as black or Asian – were all fully clothed and did not appear to have any family or friends with them.

It led to speculation that the victims could be illegal immigrants – but a police source said that the investigation is at an early stage and ‘there is currently nothing to suggest the men were migrants’.

Suggestion is that they were forming part of the first proposed new sport for the 2020 Olympics, namely ‘Swimming Twenty-five Miles in open water at Night without assistance or aid.’. The handicap system will be based upon how much they are carrying in their backpacks (compulsory for all swimmers).
The EU refused to comment on the fact that Camber Sands beach has been rated ‘Good’ for swimmers.