..and its my bleeding ball.

This is probably the best time for all those lists: the best film, best performance, best director, film with most bows towards a ‘diversity’ target: we’ve all seen them, and quite a few of us wish that there might be a few less lists: but there again there is simply no accounting for taste. We are all human, with our own frailties evident, and one man/woman/it/hesheits/other’s preference are as diverse as the winds.

So, I decided to hold my own contest, entitled ‘The Best Blog Post Title over the Presidential Contest 2016-17’ (it probably isn’t the most zingiest heading ever, but, hey, its my bloody contest!).

After extensive searches through my bookmarks, random plinking with my trackpad (far more comfortable and user-friendly than a mouse) and even engaging my laptop as a backup search facility, I came up with the finalists:-

In reverse order…..

4…………David Duff’s always acerbic blog.

3…………One of Raedwald’s spicier titles.

2………..My mate James’s effort; just pipped at the post for top position.

1………..From across the Pond, an ex-military man’s truly apt winner

 

A call against State Censorship

I posted an appeal to add signatures to my proposed Petition regarding Press Freedom in mid-December.

We cannot allow this uber-wealthy pervert to push his views forward, and therefore I would urge readers to visit the site, and cast your vote for Freedom.

I add the URL which will take you straight to my Petition, and hopefully this will set the ball rolling.

The Petition reads:-

“To require the Government to repeal Section 40 of the Crime and Courts Act 2013

The majority of British Newspapers want nothing to do with ‘Impress’ as an ‘independent regulator’; because the Freedom of the Press is a rare and treasured commodity.

Please sign my petition at THIS ADDRESS

Had a communication from the Petitions Committee. The number of signatures has passed the magic mark, and they state that the Petition is ready to go live and will be available shortly.

Ta indeed for your support!

 

Updated

 

My petition is now live!

If it seems too good to be true…….

Most readers have probably read or seen the same claims as I: the screen upon screen detailing the wonderful possibilities ahead if you only buy this; or invest in that: or worse; to follow this routine, or path, or even belief. It all depends on how credible the claim for whatever is being touted is given, how credulous the reader is, and how desperate they may become; especially in the fields of health, sickness and of death.

We can and should learn from the sad tales of celebrities, people with far too much money, but with an alarming attitude which states, ‘This guy seems to know what the problem is, despite all medical experts deriding him; so we’ll just give it a whirl’. We should study the sad decline and nasty death of Steve McQueen; diagnosed with mesothelioma, or cancer of the lining of the lungs. Instead of listening to his doctors, he signed up with a medical guy who had lost his licence, and travelled to a Mexican hospital. Five months, and probably many thousands of dollars later, he died after major surgery failed to bring him ease.

We should also look at a modern tragedy, where a young woman named Naima Houder-Mohammed was commissioned as a Captain in the British Army. She was diagnosed with breast cancer, and was declared free after treatment; but the cancer returned, and she was told to prepare for the worst. She refused to accept this diagnosis, and instead went onto t’Internet, and there found hope in the form of Robert Young and his ‘miracle cure’. $77,000.00 dollars later she was flown home to die with her family.

Some may well argue that we all have free will, and we all go into these situations with our eyes wide open: but ‘Baking Soda’? I propose that every computer, every tablet or lap-top, should come with a large wooden sign, which states “If it seems too good to be true…It usually is”.

End of sermon.

Winston Smith, face the camera!

I do not normally endorse or promote commercial enterprise. But I would wish to commend Amazon Prime for their video production series entitled ‘The Man in the High Castle’. Without detailing too much of the plot-lines, the series is based around a Philip K Dick novel which described a modern-day world where America lost the war, and the German Reich rules over Eastern America, with the Western States under the iron fist of Japan.

I will not publish spoilers, but instead would focus on two areas of life under the depicted Nazi rule: one is surveillance, the other is of the Nazi ideology regarding family life.

The heroine, escaping from the Resistance who believe she is a deadly threat, claims asylum in German-dominated New York, and is housed in a womens’ dormitory/ apartment complex. Every area of the flat is covered by CCTV, and she is also recorded speaking with a troubled young man in the apartment corridor; and that conversation detected and is shown to the youngster’s father; who is head of the Nazi leadership in America.

The wife of the Head of the State Broadcasting  believe she is a failure as a Nazi wife because, once again, she receives definite proof of her inability to conceive a child; and is fearful that she will be replaced with a younger, and presumably more fertile model.

In the world as depicted by ‘The High Castle’, there are still no computers, but the Nazis still manage a fair representation of the total Police State in their absence. Surveillance by both the Japanese Kempeitai, and the Nazi Gestapo is overwhelming, and their actions and interrogations are as in reality, back in the real 1940’s.

The reason for this particular essay is quite simple; the Government’s new Digital Economy Bill is returning for Report and Committee stages, and the Guvminnt’s ideas about how your data is stored, shared and used is truly spectacular.

What you are most likely to have missed is the bit about Digital Government. The part which will personally impact you more than anything else; the part about how the state wants to take control of your personal information and share it without your consent, knowledge or right to amend.

Any piece of personal information you are asked to hand over to the state – and it is a lot more than you realise – will be subject to broad sharing capabilities. Not only will it be passed around government, but it will be shared on request with local councils, quangos, statistical authorities, charities and businesses.

Yes business. Initially, gas and electricity companies. But despite promises, it is entirely conceivable that private health providers, credit reference agencies and insurance companies will be lined up further down the line as those “specified persons” with permission to access and make decisions about your personal information.

The Bill’s intention is to create better data sharing gateways. The plans to digitise our birth, death, marriage and civil partnership certificates – which will be stored and shared in bulk – will make the sharing of our personal information as easy as clicking a mouse.  There will be no requirement for them to consult you. You won’t be asked in advance, you won’t even be told after the event and you won’t have the chance to opt out.

Worried?  You should be. Do you remember the ID card furore before the 2010 general election?  The scheme was axed at great expense when public support for the plans plummeted after it was revealed that HMRC had lost personal information belonging to 25 million child benefit claimants.

Only then did the reality of how insecure our data is sink in. It’s worth noting the lost information still hasn’t been recovered almost 10 years later.

Don’t be fooled that things have improved. In 2014/15 government departments experienced almost 9,000 data breaches, according to a recent National Audit Office report.

Read the Big Brother pages, and then contact your MP, the person who is supposed to represent YOU, and tell them what you think of this disgraceful piece of legislation!

THERE HAVE BEEN A FEW BUMPS!!

Michael McGibbon …..shot and murdered……IRASinnFein or   ‘dissidents’

Adrian Ismay….murdered by Booby trap bomb……IRASinnFein or   ‘dissidents’

David Byrne…shot at boxing match….Continuity IRASinnFein

Eddie Hutch Snr. …..revenge killing…Continuity IRASinnFein

Eight bullets hit police car…no-one injured as window was bullet-proofed

 

Devolved Northern Ireland’s Government under threat after resignation of Martin McGuinness. If the innumerable attacks, punishment beatings, terror threats weren’t enough to prove that the so-called Peace Process is neither peaceful nor any form of accepted process; and just viewing the murders (not just a few BUMPS as detailed by the traitor Peter Hain at 01.52 into interview) as listed above, let’s get a new deal in place. A deal which does not attack pensioners for lawful activities when they were soldiers; a deal which puts murderers back in the slammer where they belong; and which does not allow the apostles of murder and terror to sit in a Government in Stormont.

….and we hope you enjoyed your shopping experience today.

When discussing the magic arts and rites of shopping, I claim the same experience as most of England; the need to stock up with the necessities of life, food; mainly ready-meals for my wife, and frozen fish as my selection: not, you must understand, because of a fish-craving, but because of a diet with fairly restricted and delineated boundaries; but  easily prepared and just as easily consumed. But every other Sunday, I cut loose, prepare curries, casseroles, steaks, whatever; for this is when I host Son #2, his wife and the stars of the show; three of my four grandchildren; along with my daughter, who also lives comparatively local.

I have shopped in shops and supermarkets, or their equivalent, across four of the five Continents, and I truly thought I had seen and witnessed everything under the sun, especially in a supermarket where I once espied the magic advisory label “XXXX Stain Remover Powder; One for £7.00. Two for £14.00” but, when browsing for staple vegetables, came across this gem:- as pictured.

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Now I may be in a tiny minority, but I buy items because of how they taste when cooked, of flavour and of quality: and never, ever, because of how they look. A knobbly carrot is just a carrot, but because it has a blemished outer skin; it must seemingly be banished to the cattle feed trough, or thrown onto a pile of rotting veg which has also failed the marketing strategists or ‘t.v. celebrity chef’s’ beauty parade. We’ve all heard them mouth off on endless tv cooking shows; they say, ‘a touch of colour’ or some similar verbal garbage; they prance around, pouring some over-reduced ‘jus’ ( which, of course, translates as ‘bloody meat gravy) around some artfully-prepared culinary excrescence.

 

Who gives two shits what some plate of food looks like? What does it taste and smell like?

 

Bah; Humbug!

…and sure we’ll all sing together when he goes!

I am not normally a vindictive person. I do not hate anyone. Life, as I have discovered, is far too short to hold grudges, prolong bitter disagreements or at least never to attempt reconciliation.

There are a very small number of creatures (the reader will note that I do not refer to them as men or women), that, however I gaze on their lives, visions and goals; I must state that the only emotion which is conjured within my mind is that of true detestation. These people, enemies of everything that I and many like me hold so dear, are, to my eternal regret, either office holders within the Province; or elected Members within the Northern Ireland Assembly.

So it is with a deep and growing happiness that I note, with a conspicuous absence of sadness, that the murderer and terrorist godfather Martin McGuinness is scheduled for an early grave. It is indeed a great pity that he will not die in jail, but, there again, in life, one cannot have everything!