The ‘useful idiots’ of Hamas die, sprawled against the border fence

The headlines are stark. 16 dead, hundreds injured. Israel is immediately condemned. The UN General Secretary calls for an ‘Independent and transparent’ investigation into the deaths and the injured protesters, or, as Israel calls them, the ‘useful idiots’ of Hamas.

The cynical actions of Hamas brought these casualties into being, yet few condemn the Terror Group Hamas for that planning; instead the usual suspects blame Israel for the deaths and injured, despite Israel’s clear warnings to stay clear of the fences.

The UN Security Council reacted, or rather didn’t react, as usual; which is just as well, as any attempt by the UN Security Council to condemn Israel’s defensive reactions would have been firmly vetoed by Ambassador Nikki Haley. Various Council members deplored Israel’s actions against ‘youngsters who were simply demonstrating’. The Permanent Observer for Palestine stated “Today’s demonstration had been meant to begin six weeks of peaceful protests leading up to the commemoration of Al-Nakba, marking 70 years of the expulsion of 800,000 Palestinians from their homes and lands.” No words condemning Hamas, who organised the marches, the tents, and of course the armed terror gangs hidden amongst the ‘useful idiots’; marshalled and marched towards their ‘Al-Nakba’ protests.

Israeli Ambassador Danny Danon said of the meeting: “While Jews around the world gathered with their family at the Seder table to celebrate the Passover holiday, the Palestinians sunk to a new deceitful low so that they could use the UN to spread lies about Israel.

And so the lie continues, with the usual ‘world leaders’ prepared to give their words of support to a terror organisation whose Charter Aim is the ‘Destruction of Israel’. The lie itself, of a calumny against both Israel, and the Jews, is that the Palestinians were dispossessed of their homes and lands. In reality, when the Arab armies were massing in Jordan, in Egypt and Syria, the Arab inhabitants of Palestine were told, ‘Get out, so that when we triumph, we can kill all the Jews without worrying if we kill any of our own!’ So they left, although some stayed; and after Israel won its war for survival, the Palestinians who had fled were herded into camps in Lebanon, Syria, Egypt and the Gaza strip. The Arabs who stayed became citizens of Israel, and form a substantial 20% of the population.

Strange, is it not, that not too many comment upon the former substantial Jewish populations of the wider Arab world. There were 38,000 Jews in western Libya before 1945. Now there are none; 47 synagogues are gone and a highway runs through Libya’s main Jewish cemetery. In Algeria, there were 140,000 Jews. Now there are none. In Iraq, there were about 150,000 Jews. Five remain. There were 80,000 Jews in Egypt. Almost all are gone.

Hamas organised the marches, and blame for the deaths and injured should rest firmly upon their shoulders, but, when the wider World is either neutral or actively hostile to the Israeli State, is it any wonder that the headlines are all about how Israel kills ‘unarmed protesters’, and very little is printed about what Hamas’ plans are if they ever do succeed in breaking those fences and walls which protect Israel, and its Jewish population.

A Year to Freedom from Europe!


A short journey in time, but a giant step for we British.

From this:-


Where a tiny bunch of powerful barons forced an autocratic King to face the limitations of his powers.

to this:-


Where, hopefully through today’s momentous vote, the mists will finally lift to bring back within our own borders and shores; the ability to write our own laws, free of a foreign court’s ability to overrule our own: to establish who runs our Nation, and who, in due course, we can dispossess by means of an unencumbered VOTE!

Let us LEAVE!

Nationalise all care homes?

A Call to Nationalise a financially-failing but vital healthcare sector

Remember the headlines?   Like this,  and this, and even this,

Ever wondered why you don’t get to see Grandma smiling much, when you do get to visit her in the Care Home, that is? Or your father, whom you pay fairly large wodges of cash for someone else to look after all his bodily needs, mainly because it wouldn’t be convenient to look after him yourself? The Care Quality Commission is supposed to regulate the 21,500-plus Care Homes, but it usually has a quick look around every three years, ticks its multitude of boxes on its thick clipboards, and moves on to the next.

I am one tiny part of a large, yet virtually invisible army. I am what is known in Government-speak as a ‘Carer’, for I look after my beloved wife in our own home. My wife was hit by a mental illness decades ago; but has over recent years, become more and more dependent upon help to accomplish the simplest tasks. Over fifty years ago, I stood beside this funny, sharp-minded, beautiful woman, and took an oath. I swore to look after Nationalise all care homes?her through ‘Sickness and in Health ……for as long as we both shall live’. I don’t consider myself special, or anything out-of-the-ordinary; but I do think that, if the roles were reversed, she would do the same for me. We have received some help from tax-payer resources, with such items as a wet-room shower conversion so I can wheel my love in for a shower, and get her refreshed and ready to start the day. We also have an electric hoist, so she can be raised from her medical bed and sat in either the waterproof chair, or her wheelchair; so that she may watch either a ballet or opera dvd. I consider myself lucky that I am in comparatively good health, despite now being in my eighth decade; and I shall look after my love until I cannot, or until she dies. It is not an easy job, looking after a querulous woman, made old before her time by a combination of mental illness, incompetent British Mental Health professionals, and drugs which are doled out on a scatter-gun philosophy; a woman who cannot speak, except in a shrill, mainly unintelligible whine: but I recall the remarkably clear, unaccented voice of the woman who became my wife, I recall her smile, I remember her laughter: and that, folks, is why I do what I do; every day that we are given.

I write of these deeply personal things because I know that for every couple such as we, there are ten single elderly or old individuals, some worn out beyond their years, others crippled by mental illness; Dementia, Alzheimer’s, some who have proved too much for their families: who are sent to the dumping grounds also known as Care Homes. I accept that there are possibly as many reasons for old people to be incarcerated in one of these strangely-titled ‘Care Homes’ as there are Homes, but I have to ask, “what happened to the ideal, the strange notion that these are your parents, the people who gave birth to you; who fed you, cleaned your bottom, and occasionally spanked that same bottom when you were naughty: and that they deserve a touch of dignity in their declining years? The reader will of course have noticed my antipathy towards Care Homes when I wrote of them as being ‘strangely-titled’, because the last thing on the minds of the owner/operators of the vast majority of these `Homes’ is, in fact Care of those frail human beings placed in their care by either family or Council. They are a pile of multi-million-pound businesses, and, whether they will admit it or not; most of them are in deep financial trouble: despite the huge sums paid by the Government through Council provision, or family payments.

I have given this idea much thought, and I am proposing, insisting, that the politicians who rule over us with that iron fist in the threadbare velvet glove, consider that a step is to be taken which will change the whole idea of the Care Industry, and Nationalise the whole caboodle. The newest addition to the Publicly-owned, -funded and -operated Agencies shall be entitled National Care Home Network, and shall Nationalise the annual £16 billion industry, most of which is run on taxpayer-funded money anyway; prioritise the upgrade to set standards of all Care facilities, and pay a minimum of 1.5 times the minimum wage to attract the better-educated and qualified staff needed to upgrade both resident and staff morale.

Any extra cash needed can be siphoned off from the ‘Foreign Aid Slush Fund’ masquerading under the title of Dept. for International Development. It shall offer a standardised, safe and well-supervised resting place for those unfortunates who are struggling against the stealthy strands of Dementia along with other illnesses; or who are so frail as to not being able to safely look after themselves in their own homes if they are unfortunate enough to have been in hospital. Entry shall never be means-tested; entry shall be limited to British-born subjects of Her Majesty, and their families, who have worked and paid their taxes to HMRC. And ‘Best of All’, it too shall be Free at the Point of Delivery’; because, just like its big brother the NHS, it is funded totally by the Taxpayer! No more homes shall be sold off to pay for shelter and respite, no more hugely complicated equations to determine who should pay; no more bureaucrats deciding who is entitled to what!

Is it a pipe-dream? Is it just a fantasy? Nope, I reckon it is not only feasible: it is necessary!

Enough of the sad stares; your little girl is dead!


The tributes to Madeleine in the square in her hometown of Rothley on 17 May 2007


Once again, those pained and painted  expressions of affected grief stare out at us from the Daily Mail Pages, as the umpteenth effort to extort ever more taxpayers’ cash to fund the ‘Search for Madeleine’ enters the race track which ends with the massed attack on the Home Office and Metropolitan Police coffers, as the search to gather funding for the thirtieth, or is it only the twenty-ninth attempt at accomplishing the team’s efforts in searching ‘one significant final line of inquiry’.

We read of the lunacies of this sad pair as they dredge, once more, the public’s available supplies of sorrow, as they once more attempt to gain support for ever more cash to spend on the search for their missing child. No mention of the millions which have been squandered in ‘following this lead’; or searching for ‘that missing witness’, or even attempting to right the wrong of a Portuguese policeman’s book, which detailed HIS ideas about that poor child’s parents. No mention of their sinking cash into the pockets of any slick, fast-talking con-man who reckons that he can solve the crime which fixated millions of readers: fixated that is until we all got slightly bored with the whines of a couple who should, by now, have just got on with their lives; and let the shadows grow quiet.

Let us all recall instead how this tragedy came about, when a couple of well-educated Brits decided to eat and drink with their mates at some Portuguese cafe, ‘just a couple of hundred yards ‘away from their apartment. The apartment where lay; unprotected, their twins and that small girl with the appealing eyes, those children who were not protected by a child-minder, because the parents claimed they would check back regularly!


Give us all a break, Gerry, get on with your life, and tell your missus that the ’EYES’ don’t have it any more!


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Just a reminder of that “Abuse”!

As the Abuse Inquiry releases its statements on the ‘Kidnapped Kids’, I thought that I too should remember How Bloody Lucky my sister, my brothers and I actually were, to grow up actually safely, un-abused and alive!


Several times, over the few years I have had the privilege of posting on both my blogsite and on ATW, I have written of the appalling debt owed to the 100,000  British Home Children of Canada; of the forced migration, supported by both Anglican and Catholic churches, of over 150,000 young children to Australia, New Zealand and the old Rhodesia in the years before the Great War, in the Twenties and Thirties, and in present days up until the 1970′s. A few were given a home, loving support and the chance of that promised ‘new life’; but the vast majority were treated as a virtual labour commodity, many of whom were abused both physically and sexually by perverts such as the Christian Brothers, and their slave farm at Bindoon!

So I can happily confirm that some Sixty-nine former residents are supporting the legal action in the Supreme Court seeking compensation for physical and sexual abuse they allegedly suffered at Fairbridge Farm School at Molong in New South Wales between 1938 and 1974. At long last the people who were treated so despicably, who were routinely lied to, were told their parents were dead, were told that their brothers and sisters had disappeared, those truly abused people are taking legal action against the Australian government. But I am hoping against hope that there will be a few more defendants in the dock when the Court Case eventually grinds into action. I would be looking for a mention of the British government, of the high priests, bishops and Cardinals of the Anglican and Catholic churches in England and Northern Ireland, as well as in the Republic.

I also hope against hope that there will be no ‘settlement’, no ‘compensation payments’ shrouded in secrecy and gag orders. Let the truth come out in Court, and let those who arranged this shameful exercise be handed their share of the blame for the way and manner in which these people were treated for so long!

As an afterthought, I would like to pay tribute to my own Mother and Father, for being lucky enough to be in a family where we were loved, and cared for, throughout our early years; even though we were still at War until 1945!

To repeat, the Jay Commission’s first report is out today!

Read it, and Weep!