I reckon that’s her ‘unFriended’ then.

I am not on Facebook; nor have I any intention of signing up to that behemoth of rumour, false news and false friends. People who read either the ATW pages, or those upon my own site, or on the OoL blogsite pages, know only that which I publish of my own, my private life. But that is my decision, and the 2-odd billion active users who sign on and tell the world of their shopping trip(e), or what ever else these people fill their time with on Facebook, is entirely their business. My readers know I am a very proud grandfather, and a proud father. They know that my wife is ill, and has been for many a day; and they also know I have strong right-wing beliefs, supporting those whom I believe in. All of my life which is open to those readers is available, and the many things which are private to me are closed off to everyone except close family and friends. Some readers of ATW call me curmudgeonly, opine that my posts are disgraceful: I care not, these are my views, my beliefs, my opinions; and if anyone has issues, they only need to ignore my posts.

So it is that I came upon a story which holds Facebook as a part of that whole, and it is not such a pretty picture. A Breitbart Facebook posting regarding the NFL ‘kneelers’ went ‘ultra-viral’ according to the Huffington Post; and the Director of the Michigan State Police, Colonel Kriste Etue, posted the Breitbart item on her personal Facebook page. For that ‘heinous crime’ of using her Constitutional right to free speech, Colonel Etue was fined five days pay by the Michigan governor  Rick Snyder, who called the post  “inappropriate”.

Here is the Breitbart posting. Is it ‘inappropriate’? I reckon it is ‘Outstanding’!

 

Caste Aside; or, only some Hindus celebrated Diwali today

We here in Britain; English, Welsh, NornIrish, and Scots pride ourselves on obeying the Law. We expect those who come into our country to obey our Laws as well, but we are routinely useless at making sure that the Law is obeyed by all. As with many, I dislike intensely certain of these Laws, but because I am English, because I was raised and educated to accept that the only way to alter or change a Law was through the Democratic process, through political discussion within Parliament, and legitimate pressure from outside, change can be slow, too slow for some: but strangely enough, too fast for others

There are three names I wish to push past your eyes this morning, they are Pooja and Ajay ­Chandhok, and Permila Tirkey. You have probably never heard of any of these people, but, if as so many times past, you Google them, you shall find that Permila Tirkey was imported like a trussed turkey into the U.K. under the guise of ‘domestic servant’ by  Pooja and Ajay ­Chandhok. This professional couple, brought Permila into the UK to look after their new twins; to cook, to clean, to work all the hours which they demanded, whenever they wished, for virtually no reward at all.
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Why do they send these messages out?

We live in a world of remote shopping, in a world where, if one wished, the only outside human interface possible would be the face of the courier, mailman or delivery driver delivering the items chosen from a staggeringly-huge shopping list undreamt of even thirty years ago. With the aid of three touches, two swipes and a double-tap on a trackpad, I can search for, buy and arrange delivery of anything I wish for; as long as I have the wherewithal to pay for that purchase.

All that is fair and good. The suppliers, makers, processors make an offer to sell, you as the buyer make your choice, sign that contract by a mouse-click; and you are done. But are you? How many e-mails have YOU received, cluttering up an already crowded in-box, asking, begging, sometimes even telling you that some sign, some statement is needed to affirm your intense joy at receiving an item purchased through their websites?

Are you happy with your ‘spiked widget dipped in concentrated sulphuric acid’? Did the aforementioned S.W.d.C.S.A. come up to your expectations? Did your S.W.d.C.S.A. arrive on time? Will you tell all your friends on Facebook that you have bought a S.W.d.C.S.A.? Whilst we are talking, would you like to tell us of how you are proposing to use your S.W.d.C.S.A.? Have we mentioned that it should be kept away from the reach of small children? And on, and on, ever towards infinitum.

Can’t these marketing people realise that If I buy something, and it works, or looks good, or brings a look of happiness to the recipient; that is all that is desired? If it doesn’t work, or breaks down after a short interval; I demand a replacement, or my cash back. Don’t they simply realise that Silence is Golden?

So, who rules; the healers, or those who desire healing?

Which is the largest single employer in this United Kingdom? The National Health Service.

Who governs the NHS? Overall control rests with Government, who provide the taxpayers’ cash upon which the NHS depends. Medical control stays within the framework explained here, and is formed of CCGs, various Agencies, Hospital Trusts etc.; most of which are peopled with medically-biased staffers.

We all know that the NHS is continually stressed, continuously asking for more cash, more staff, more, more and ever more. And they do have a point. Major planning for the NHS provisions of health care was carried out over a decade ago, and our population has increased by some 6 millions, and maybe more since that, most of which is accounted for by Labour’s gerrymandering of the EU migration system, along with the suicidal inrush of mainly Muslim migrants from the Middle-East and from the cess-pit cultures of Muslim Bangladesh/Pakistan along with Afghanistan. So we have a Health system designed for 60 millions, but operating on a severely-stressed basis for 67-odd million; lots of whom are all getting older.

So, two CCG’s (Clinical Commissioning Group) have decided that, for certain procedures, they will ban patients from surgery indefinitely unless they lose weight or quit smoking, under controversial plans drawn up in Hertfordshire. The new rules, drawn up by clinical commissioning groups (CCGs) in Hertfordshire, say that obese patients “will not get non-urgent surgery until they reduce their weight” at all, unless the circumstances are exceptional. The criteria also mean smokers will only be referred for operations if they have stopped smoking for at least eight weeks, with such patients breathalysed before referral. IVF services will also be cut back.

East and North Hertfordshire CCG and  Herts Valleys said the plans aimed to encourage people “to take more responsibility for their own health and wellbeing, wherever possible, freeing up limited NHS resources for priority treatment”.

Now knee-jerk reactions have come from Trusts, hospitals, charities such as ‘Patient Concern’ who predictably stated ‘We didn’t sign up for a two-tier health service’; but what should the British people’s response actually be? Do we push ever larger quantities of cash just to plug the leaking holes in the NHS dyke, or do we state the obvious; which is; ‘The medical people know what is right, in that weight-loss and cessation of smoking will allow the medical procedures to be of benefit: so follow the advice, or go without the surgery!’

Hell’s gates, I know how difficult it is to lose weight, I have been trying for ages; I remain fat, but at least I am not putting weight on. I stopped smoking 33 years ago, and that was the smartest thing I have done in years. If I can rid myself of an addiction which would have killed me; why can’t others? 

Clinton, a.k.a. the living semen stain, to visit Belfast

As if the various Provincial politicians haven’t got enough of their own problems to deal with, along comes the Self-Professed Greatest President ever to ease and oil the path towards unity once more.

Seems someone had the rash notion to invite the political equivalent of Weinstein to Belfast, as well  the liar/loser who is his wife: and who herself has the audacity to tell British people that their democratic vote to leave the EU was a huge mistake. 

During his most recent visit earlier this year for the funeral of Martin McGuinness, he urged party leaders to complete the work of the former IRA commander turned politician, (as the BBC liked to call him) and to restore power sharing.

How dare they stay silent?

As well as many others, I wish to add my fourpenny’s worth to the mounting scandal roaring around the head, as well as other body parts; of the rapist and sexual predator Harvey Weinstein: but not to add scorn on to the predator; but instead to roundly rebuke the literal dozens of young or now mid-aged stars and starlets for not speaking up! How dare they stay silent? How dare they allow this predator to continue his sexual ambushes of all and sundry, just because he was ‘powerful’? Just because his word could damn their careers? How dare they stay silent, when one word, one strong statement would have brought this grinning moron down upon his very knees, begging forgiveness from his victims?

All my long life, I have lived with one frame of mind when dealing with the outside world; and that frame can be compressed into a single statement: ALL BULLIES ARE COWARDS! I have stood up against threats of physical duress, I have faced down so-called important men because I knew I was in the right; I have gone to bat for my eldest son when he was bullied to the point where he was so scared he was refusing to go to school; I even took on the might of a Council because actions and delays to implementation of certain aids which involved my wife’s well-being were being threatened by the bullying beliefs of a minor Council official: that particular clown was fired within days of my first and second e-mails to very senior Council officials.

Some may well argue that I can think like that because I am a man. Rubbish, you stand up for your beliefs, your principles and you never, ever, stay silent because, well, its easier and there is comfort in silence. No, the likes of the Obamas, of Angelina Jolie and Gwyneth Paltrow, of Rose McGowan and of many, many more who, by either by their silence of the knowledge of this predator’s activities, or the many unsaid rumours complacently overlooked, betrayed the women who were later, over some three decades, attacked, assaulted and demeaned by this bullying bastard.