Plucked from the rank listings of the Tory Parliamentary Party by a desperate Prime Minister, desperate because she had lost the rest of that list, to fill yet another Defence resignation after the debacle of the Chequers garbage. Williamson, a former businessman with interests mainly in ceramics, had fought a losing battle for a Westminster seat in Liverpool, changed his targets and became South Staffordshire MP in 2010. After the resignation of Cameron, he led the team backing Theresa May’s bid for the Premiership (Political; not football: sorry about that), and as a result became her Chief Whip. He was subsequently appointed to Defence after Michael Fallon’s resignation. He had no experience, in any capacity whatsoever, with the needs of Defence, of the military, or indeed of the military mind.
Upon taking up his new role, Williamson discovered the reality of politics, as best shown in the letter which was left for the new chief secretary to the Treasury, by the old one, namely Liam Byrne. The note stated:- Dear chief secretary, I’m afraid there is no money. Kind regards – and good luck! Liam. Noting, as he did, the parlous state of the Defence Forces, in terms of both costly and late equipment and blindingly-obvious stupid diversity-based recruitment policies, he determined to attempt to get more cash to pay for just some of the more expensive toys. He was abruptly informed that, as the UK was presently giving £14 billions away to countries like India, who incidentally run their own space programme, as well as the bottomless pit formerly known as Black Africa; there wasn’t any new money at all, so he would have to make do.
He is now quoted as stating that Britain should pursue a new ‘global’ role, as we (GB&NI) were looked up to by Australia. He said he expected a dramatic shift in political focus after Brexit – with the UK building deeper relationships with Australia, Canada, New Zealand, Caribbean states and nations across Africa. The Defence Secretary predicted these countries would look to the UK for ‘the moral leadership, the military leadership and the global leadership’.
Now if this spouting of the usual blizzard of inanities pushed out by all British Cabinet MPs is for real, let me put Mr. Williamson straight on a few items.
Britain has one aircraft carrier busy commissioning, but as yet has no F-35 jet aircraft to fly off of her huge decks because, well, they are very, very expensive, and the R.A.F. gets first dibs on the new goodies. We also have six Type 45 destroyers: well they do exist, but are mainly tied up together because, if the sea-water gets warm, the intercoolers cannot handle the resultant load, and the whole ship’s turbine engines conk out! They are being refitted with better power sources, larger coolers, and uprated turbines; but we have to bear the cost, despite the original errors being from BAe, the clowns who built them. We have two assault ships, but the M.O.D. keeps trying to sell them. The Royal Navy has some twelve smaller destroyers, but they are nearly all tied up: BECAUSE WE HAVE NO SAILORS TO MAN THEM! We also have five Fisheries patrol vessels, but, during the recent spat with the French fishermen, not one was available, Of the FOUR R.N. vessels delegated for fishery protection duty, one was 8,000 miles away in the Falklands, HMS Forth was unable to sail because of the huge numbers of defects found after handover from BAe Systems the builders, (inclusive of electrical busbar connection bolts being GLUED back on after rupture); one is in dock for repairs, and the fourth was in Norway at, wait for it; a Culture Festival.
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 to their Ministry servants.
I have a few tips for Minister Williamson.
Sort out the Defence of the Homeland first.
Get the cash for the ships, both working, and built.
Increase the budget for manpower, and ensure we have the minimum to both fly and maintain those costly jets, man and run the ships which are needed for Homeland Defence, and get rid of Capita, at present running the recruitment for the Army; and of course failing miserably. They built a website for the recruitment process, and it was so unsuccessful that 100,000 applied through a ‘call centre’ but most lost interest when they never received a call-back!
Ignore these stupid ideas for bases in the Caribbean, the Gulf and Singapore. If these countries wish to defend themselves, let them build and man their own defence forces, despite the habit of those self-same forces being the first to overthrow the governments who pay them.
Adopt President Trump’s attitude towards NATO, which states, “pay up, pay more; or we’ll pick up our tanks, missiles and other toys, and let you sort your own defence needs out against Russia”.
Evolution. It is a simple yet so-complicated term: but most of all, it is a statement of scientific, incontrovertible fact. We, ‘Homo Sapiens’, have evolved through literal millennia, by this process; which states ‘The theory of evolution by natural selection, first formulated in Darwin’s book “On the Origin of Species” in 1859, is the process by which organisms change over time as a result of changes in heritable physical or behavioral traits. We, as a species, owe our entire existence to the fact that we have evolved, and continue to evolve, to deal with the process of surviving. Men and women procreate in order to have children, but also because the very act of procreation is, of itself, intensely pleasurable. Sex is necessary, but, because we are Human, we, as a species, have endowed the act of procreation, of sex, as a sign of unity within the most human of traits: the Family. Man, as the hunter-gatherer, the provider: Woman, as the nurturer, the very fount of life itself. Man is the protector, Woman, the giver of life: and so it has been for millennia.
The process of procreation has been decided by that same evolution, and this cannot be changed. Women are bestowed, at birth, with the means to allow the child to be born, care of the eggs within her body. Once a month, the eggs are released into her body and, if that egg is then fertilised by the sperm of her chosen mate; that is the process of birth commenced. Man cannot have a child by himself, it is a physiological impossibility. If sex, if the act of love is fulfilled, that small speck of life is contained within the Mother’s womb; and there it shall grow, and be nurtured by the woman’s bodily systems. At the moment of birth, that tiny speck, which is of itself already alive, has grown, developed and is expelled from the womb, and that baby is born. If the egg and associated material is not fertilised, the results are expelled from the woman’s body in what has come to be known as ‘menstruation’, or a ‘period’.
We have two genders, Male and Female: and no matter how many foolish idiots state otherwise, there are no alternatives. A few twisted individuals may claim otherwise, many more might claim to be born with different characteristics or sensibilities; they may claim to be a man, but born into a woman’s body; or vice-versa, but they are wrong. They may wish to be acknowledged as a different gender, but, despite all the surgery, make-up, liberal wishy-washy intentions otherwise, inclusive of a severe mental illness, there is no evidence whatsoever that there are more than two genders.
So the Department of Education ought to get its top people to inform Brighton and Hove City Council to get their act together, abandon their stupid and contradictory plans for the teaching already approved.
One of the many films featured over the holiday period is the classic tale of the R.A.F. attack upon the three dams of the Ruhr, in Nazi Germany. The attack, by Lancaster bombers of 617 Squadron, was unique, in that the bombs, instead of dropping from a high altitude, were released from the bomber while flying at a height of sixty (60) feet. The bombs were cylindrical, and were literally revolving, turned by a motor fitted inside the Lancaster fuselage, so that the bomb’s spinning motion, moving in reverse as it hit the water, made it literally bounce across the lake surface: finally slowly sinking to the required depth below the surface. The explosive was then triggered by a pressure switch, and the full shock of the explosion was sent against the dam walls.
The trouble with the attack, which had to be carried out at an extremely low altitude and in a straight line, was that the bomber could be tracked and attacked by seriously-accurate German anti-aircraft fire during the predictable approach path. The Moehne, Eder & Sorpe dams were chosen as targets, and the Lancasters of 617 Squadron, modified to carry the three ton weight of the bombs which had to be held partly outside the bomb-bay as the spin had to be applied before the bomb was released, set off on their mission. The Moehne and Eder dams were successfully breached, albeit with heavy loss to the attacking squadron; with eight of the nineteen bombers failing to return, and fifty-three fliers in total died during the operation. Squadron Leader Guy Gibson received the Victoria Cross, there were also five D.S.O.’s, ten D.F.C.’s and four Bars, two Conspicuous Gallantry Medals and eleven Distinguished Flying Medals and one Bar. Squadron Leader Gibson’s name featured in the very successful film ‘The Dambusters’, and as it was a British production, was historically accurate, apart from the spinning of the bombs, which was still on the ‘classified’ listing: the theory presumably was that if British bombers were ever needed to breach another dam in enemy territory, we knew how to do it.
There have been many times when that film, which I watched when it was first released, has been shown on television screens across the world, but the bomber crews’ bravery; the ferocity of the German anti-aircraft fire; the fact that eight Lancasters were either shot down, crashed or failed to return; the fact that thirty-three medals, including Britain’s highest award for bravery, the Victoria Cross, were won by squadron members is never even mentioned in these po-faced days. There have been many plans to remake that film, but every time, the film plans have been derailed because of the deep ‘Offence’ which arises every time the raid is mentioned. These days, where every other second bastard is offended, or allegedly takes deep offence, because of the name given a pet dog, a name which, in those days where men flew against a ruthless enemy every night, was simply the colour of the dog’s black fur in the vernacular. The dog who died, as he was killed by a hit-and-run driver, whilst his master, Guy Gibson, risked his life for his Country. Yes; the horror: the scandal, the terrible, terrible truth, which still scars those brave men’s memories even some seventy-five years since those Rolls Royce-powered propellers took those bombers on their deadly, dangerous mission: the black Labrador dog’s name was Nigger!
We have been invaded. That is a fact, for much of Europe, inclusive, for now, of the British Isles. True, the invasion was carried out in full view of the populace, but not a shot was fired in our defence, not a single Governing voice was raised in warning, excepting a trusty number of blogsite voices, one or two mainstream news websites, and the remainder, all cast away in the ‘Far-Right’ category, so well is the propaganda working against us. The invasion is almost normalised, with the complaisant politicians, the Quislings on the Labour, Tory and Lib-Dim benches truly happy with their efficient sell-out of our Nation State, with our very Nation invaded all in the cause of Global Harmony.
I believe that all who read this polemic will know exactly of that which I speak and write of. If you think, or if you have any kind of an open mind, you will have already come to the same conclusion as I. But, although the invasion is ongoing, it is not yet complete; and the question is: what will it take to arouse a slumbering population, semi-catatonic in front of a tv screen, (not less that 55”, obviously, and in full High Definition) watching the modern equivalent of ‘Bread and circuses’, but now coming dressed as “Love Island” or ‘Strictly something or other’! What kind of atrocity would it take to arouse a nation which has been plastered with left- and liberal-propaganda, so that a nationwide epidemic of Muslim rape gangs brings nothing more that “Its only a few, and they’re in jail now” as a response from a brain-washed, or rather brain-dead population after approximately 2,000 (and counting) young white girls were groomed, targeted and raped. 22 (Twenty-two) died in a terror bombing at a kids pop concert in Manchester, with 139 wounded, half of them were kids. Eight dead in the terror attack at London Bridge and Borough Market
Is this the same nation who, when the Government stated, back in 1939, that Nazi Germany’s blitzkrieg attacks on Poland were an attack on an ally, and as Germany had ignored our warning, we were at war with Germany? The British stood forward, and joined the Armed Services in their thousands. Others volunteered for War Work. Many died, some in vain, with many mistakes made; but our hearts were in the right frame, and with the help of allies: we came through.
We have invited these blood-crazed monsters into our midst, and, slowly but surely, our very Laws have been subverted so that if anyone speaks out too loudly, they are pilloried, ostracised, or imprisoned. How many must die before this nation of ours actually wakes up, and realises that its is almost too late. How many would actually realise that a Muslim Home Secretary is, even now, planning the ‘overhaul’ of our immigration schemes, but a significant gap will be noticed when it comes to migrants from ‘The Commonwealth’. The gap, no restrictions will be placed upon ‘family and relatives’ migration, and where do the vast majority of commonwealth migrants actually come from? Pakistan, Bangladesh, and all the Muslim hangers-on posing as asylum-seekers from the sewage-dumps of Iran, Afghanistan and all stops east.
The young lady in the following video asks the ONLY question, and also speaks the truth. How many have to die before we, as a Continent, wake up to reality?
Al Jazeera, one of this world’s truly unbiased news reporting services (Note to self:- Mike, you must limit your use of sarcasm) tells us that China is taking massive steps to destroy the Uighur Muslim population, who populate Xinjiang – the autonomous region in western China; by force of separation, detention and ‘re-education’. The Arabic news service, based in Qatar, and funded by the Qatar Royal family, themselves true devotees to democracy and the wider rule of Law (Not again, Mike: this constant sniping does you little credit,) has targeted the Communist Chinese in their alleged targeting of their Muslim populations, and especially the Uighurs in the western province of Xingiang.
Seems as though the Communist Chinese, after the invasion, destruction, annexation and subjugation of Buddhist Tibet was supinely noted by the whole world, with absolutely no retaliations, reprisals or sanction against that truly dictatorial regime for the ruthless attack upon a peaceful neighbouring State, have decided that one playbook is good enough to trot out again. The Uighurs, the majority of whom live in the western edges of China, are almost 100% Muslim in religious beliefs. Al Jazeera is reporting the UN’s discovery that the Chinese are building ten super-sized Concentration Camps, capable of holding up to two million Uighurs, and then proceeding to attack their basic beliefs, their religion, and religious practices. The Chinese do this because they understand that, although peaceful right now, ten million Muslims can be inflamed with a single speech from a fundamentalist mullah, or a ‘Fatwa’ which preaches against, not cartoons of Mohammed or satirical French newsheets, but the anti-religious diktats of a Communist Regime intolerant of ANY dissent whatsoever.
Remember, when one discusses the Communists of the People’s Republic, you must recall the memories of the blood-soaked cobblestones of Tiananmen Square. When the PRC Commissars sent in the tanks of their Mongolian Shock Army against the unarmed students, and by crushing them beneath those tank tracks, or machine-gunning those who stood upright, sent approximately seven thousand to the mass graves, and a further fifteen thousand to the slave labour camps: THAT was the reaction of those murderous Leaders of the People’s Republic.
So when that same Chinese Government watched as the Muslim Invasion (in heavy disguise as ‘economic migrants’, of course); sweep out of Syria and Turkey, and across half-a-continent to Germany, Sweden and Denmark, and saw the supine disengagement of the Governments of those nations, who literally welcomed the invaders across their borders, they determined that no Muslim swarm would be allowed to exist, even a thousand miles away from Beijing itself. The Chinese Communists watched with understanding and deep interest as the Burmese military uprooted hundreds of thousands of Rohingya Muslims from Rakhine province in Burma (Myanmar), and sent them scattering across the border to Bangladesh. The PRC leaders completely understood the reasons behind the mass deportation of over 750,000 Muslims, and if a few died, the memories might be further imprinted on the mass Muslims, in that ‘this is what happens to prospective terrorists’ and that message is well implanted. The report by Al Jazeera focuses on the effect of the forced deportations of Uighurs, the removal of the children to state ‘orphanages’ where the very memory of their ancestors will be wiped from the young minds of those who have been taken.
The Arab news channel states that the Chinese determine to wipe the Uighur identity off the planet, and I agree with their assessment; but, perhaps surprisingly, cannot completely condemn the Chinese for their forced assimilation techniques. The Chinese have always thought ‘Long’; have made their moves as though they are indeed planning for the next century, not the next election cycle, as in the Western World which they so despise. The Chinese have long memories, and recall, as yesterday, the times when the Nations of the West, and of Japan, rode imperiously over their lands, importing heroin as trade goods for the riches of Imperial China. They do not wish to keep a threat on their western border, and if they react in the fashion which they are doing; they know that the West will not raise a single noise against their actions. Why? It’s all to do with ‘business’, with ‘trade’, with perhaps a concession from the West to the whining ‘liberals’ that they will ‘raise the Human Rights’ bit before they sign all those big contracts full of lovely profit. The West gave the Olympics to China, and the Chinese made all those wonderful promises about freedom of speech, along with all the other sheer, unadulterated bullshit, and after the Games were barely over, the artists, the journalists, the calls for religious tolerance: everything was back to usual, suppressed, neutered, banished or simply ‘Disappeared’!
In a secret trial in Australia, the former holder of the third highest Office in the Catholic Church was found guilty of molesting and abusing youngsters; that molestation happening in the 1990’s. Pell, the Vatican’s former finance chief and the highest Vatican official to be committed for trial in the never-ending saga of the robed priestly kiddy-fiddlers protected by the Catholic Church versus the now middle-aged and sometimes elderly accusers; ended with a unanimous guilty verdict. The former Cardinal now faces a second trial regarding accusations that he interfered with, fondled and touched the genitals of two boys who were swimming alongside him in a Ballarat swimming pool when Pell was just a young priest.
This trial was no ordinary run-of-the-mill Catholic administrator accused of covering-up the vast numbers of abuse cases. (I paused when I wrote those words; imagine a scenario when it becomes almost routine to report on a priest who has been indulging in homosexual abuse with a child under his temporary care!) This trial was about a Cardinal of the Faith, the point below the pinnacle of the Church, which is the Pope. Just cast your minds back to the conclave which elected Pope Francis: you will find that Cardinal Pell was one of just 124 Cardinal Electors who sat in secret, within the Vatican. You must also realise that Pell, as a Cardinal, was just as likely to be chosen as Pope as the man who achieved that rare honour and privilege, Francis being the 266th in direct succession to Peter. So a convicted paedophile stood as much a chance of being elected Pope. The Leader of 675 million Roman Catholics, if Francis had not been selected, COULD have been Cardinal George Pell. A literal heartbeat away from the papacy! Is this the first time that anyone has actually considered this possibility? This twisted deviant, a former top guy in the Catholic Hierarchy, might have been Pope!
There is one other point which I would write about, if a Cardinal being found guilty of being a serial paedophile wasn’t enough. My first words were, and I quote, “In a secret trial in Australia,”, Pell was, ultimately, found guilty of abominable behaviour against small boys in the 1990’s. But his trial was not covered, or reported upon, ANYWHERE in Australia. The judge clamped a banning order after the prosecution’s request; and it was granted to “prevent a real and substantial risk of prejudice to the proper administration of justice.” That order remains in place in Australia. One of the foundations of democratic behaviour is open justice, where news reporters can state what happened within a trial; what was said or alleged; who said those words, and ultimately; hor the trial progressed. But because of a high profile defendant, the Australian public will NEVER know what was said, alleged or even given under oath in this, or any other trial where such a blanket ban operates.
We have the same judge-operated ban working in Great Britain, but those banned trials are now, almost always, reserved for the trials of Muslims, some British but mostly Pakistani; on charges of grooming, sexual abuse, rape and trafficking: almost entirely of White British girls and young women. Has anyone ever asked the Attorney General why judges are allowed to hide the truth away from the great British public?
The possibility of a new, and hopefully firmer hand on the tiller of State is within our sight. At long last, the Tory letters, those sent in hope of a leader who is not so treasonous, so poisonous, so divisive, are in to the 1922 Committee, and tonight we have the ballot which, hopefully will clear away the disastrous detritus of Theresa May, this utter failure masquerading as a Tory Prime Minister.
When Theresa May emerged from the farrago which was the last leadership election, with the result that she never actually stood in an election for the leadership, but was ‘annointed’ after all the others dropped out for one reason or another: Theresa May stated that she would carry out the will of the people. We can now see, in all its unvarnished cynicism, her efforts to get Great Britain & Northern Ireland tied with steel bands in almost every area of trade, commerce, military, security, diplomatically. The one saving item in this whole farrago is the truth, the fact, that if she survives the vote, and proceeds to put this Withdrawing Treaty to Parliament, her allies within the Democratic Unionist Party (D.U.P.) of Northern Ireland will desert their Supply and Confidence Agreement with the Prime Minister, and she will not be able to get a single Bill through Parliament without depending upon sympathetic votes from opposition Party MPs. In other words, she’s damned if she does; and equally damned if she doesn’t.
Before Mrs.Theresa May stated that she would fight the vote this evening, I was confidently whistling ‘Dixie’, and considering whom would get my vote, because I am one of the thousands of Conservative party members. I am still confident I will get that vote, and I cannot wait to vote: and my vote will be for:-
‘Anyone who states, categorically, that we leave, on March 29 2019’, not a second later. 17.4 million of us voted for that date, and, Deal or No Deal, we want to feel the Freedom!
I would hope that the waverers, the ones who failed to follow Rees-Mogg’s example last month, in spite of their promises, now consider their promises to fulfil their duty to the Electorate, get rid of Theresa May, this shrewish failure, and choose someone who can gain respect, and thus install a leader who will speak firmly to Europe, and state, categorically, that GB&NI has just decided that we are not a supplicant, but an Independent, Sovereign Nation: ready to do business, but on OUR terms, not theirs
I spoke to a family relative yesterday evening. An inconsequential happening, one would think. We talked about sadness, about at least two members of our wider family splitting through divorce. We reminisced about my wife’s mother, now sadly deceased, and how she was the glue which held the family together, as the occasions when family visits occur, or even phone calls made, have decreased sharply since that lady’s death. I told him about my wife, and of her dependence upon my help, and he sympathised. He told me of another sister whose husband was suffering from a disease, and of his battles to gain relief from pain. He asked about my own grandsons, and of their fathers, my own family, and I told him of the birthdays parties, of the things which made us laugh, and of the things which annoyed us.
One of the things which I know to be absolutely true about my brother-in-law is that he is totally apolitical. He cares neither for Labour, or Tory, or indeed any of the other chancers. He lumps them all the same, he reckons, quite correctly, in that they are not worth a collective bucket of spit. All those politicians are out for, in his accurate summation, is firstly the power; and secondly the money. That same money which sploshes around in both local and national government, in the hundreds of QUANGOs, of the so-called Charities; all totally dependent on taxpayers’ cash. The reason why I stress his absolute impartiality is because of what I am about to relate, because impartiality is at the very pinnacle of this small anecdote.
He asked me if I had written anything after the novel which I published a few years ago on a religious theme. I replied that my last endeavour“Then so shall you reap” was built around the ‘Jihad’ attack on an Emirates a380 jet, and the effect the death of his small grandson within that passenger jet’s crash had upon a billionaire, and about the ultimate end of Islam, and Muslims in this world. His reply startled and astonished me. He stated that my views, and my story, would be anathema in the London in which he and his family lived and worked. He said that, as he worked in local education, he came up every day with the encroachment of Islam and its followers, the million Muslims resident, legally and illegally, in London. He stated that, if anything came up which annoyed Muslims, or their beliefs, in ALL areas, whether education, commerce, religion, retail or wholesale business, local or indeed national government, the White and non-Muslim Majority kept their mouths tight shut, and Islam won out every time. The Muslims now know that they have the power, and ANY grievance, argument or disagreement involving Islam, and its Muslim adherents, is ALWAYS resolved in favour of the mouthy, litigious, Muslim interloper. With the Hate Crimes legislation firmly in place, backed by the ever-crawling Government and the Crown Persecution Service, no-one dares open his or her mouth in protest, because that; folks, is Hate Speech, and a Hate Crime, and the silent ‘écroulement’ or collapse of the ability of British people to control their own lives is ever further established.
Despite protests, and in full knowledge that they are breaking the Royal Park rules, they pray in Hyde Park every day, and twice on Sundays, and our Police just supinely ignore them. A lady attempted to have the rules enforced, and SHE was targeted by the police for her troubles.
We have been betrayed by the Labour Party, with their cynical mangling of the immigration system, so as to import millions of Muslims who would automatically vote Labour; and by the Conservatives, who allowed this stinking system to continue when they kicked Gordon Brown and his Labour crew out. They should have sliced the visa system into small shreds, but they did not, and so we were again betrayed by politicians who only see advantage for themselves, and for the ‘effing Party they nominally support; and to hell with everyone else. We are watching, silently, as over 130,000 muslims swarmed in to the once-tolerant lands of Great Britain & Northern Ireland this last year alone, and now we see the results of over three million observers of a foreign cult, so different to our own: as they infest the very land which we, as a nation, have kept sacrosanct for centuries!
The other week, there was ‘shock’ when I wrote, in the ‘comments’ regarding South Africa, the (my words) ‘allegedly-terrible sin which was Apartheid’. As I stated, my words, and many, many more I have written over the years are considered, factual and equable. I lived in South Africa for eighteen years, before leaving as I recognised that the country in which I lived was about to change: irrevocably and for the worst.
Let us consider the facts, of Nation States in, say Europe, the Americas, and the Mid-East, as opposed to Africa. From easily-obtained and -tabulated statistics, over the past decades, the researcher would find that in most areas of what is termed ‘civilisation’. Governments are stable, governed with democratic ideals and principles, and subject to the ‘rule of law’. North America, comprising the United States and Canada are but a shining example of widely-differing governing principles, chosen and accepted by a population, schooled and aware of their rights under the Law. South America used to be the ‘wild west’ of politics, of government changes almost annually, under military rule or paranoid dictatorship; but apart from the madmen who run Venezuela, and the Communists entrenched in Cuba, we are watching as democracy, with all its attendant failings takes a moderately firm grip across the Continent. We watch as one government is replaced by another in orderly fashion, with very few ‘leaders wriggling on the hooks.
In wider Europe, we have only the Balkans exhibiting serious dissent, as the patchwork of tribal and religious loyalties take decades to remove the stains of dictatorship such as Milosovic from their history; and Bosnia, Serbia, Croatia, and the ongoing saga of Kosovo, still undecided. The Russian Federation is an area which really remains outside what I consider to be part of civilised society, with dictator Putin’s tentacles spread far, wide and stickily across ten time zones, and the former Russian Empire’s satellite states are still both turbulent and unstable, despite all the skyscrapers and sports stadia. But politically, Europe, (not, I would hasten to add, the accursed European Union) is the ‘Gold Standard’ of political activity, with the people deciding who runs their nations; and if they are dissatisfied, those erring politicians are promptly kicked out, and the ‘people’s choice’ is then enthroned in their place. The safe, steady progress of democratic accountability gives those who have lived under this umbrella, as the systems have evolved, security, stability; and unfortunately, the sense of ‘nothing can go wrong’ which is why we just cannot get our Governments to acknowledge that there is such a thing as Islamic Fundamentalist Terror, and not just an unfortunate series of ‘mentally-deranged’ Muslims who are intent on killing as many of us as they possibly can. (But of course, I digress!)
Passing over the Muslim crescent seated around the Mediterranean, with Billions of people living under a delusion that they have a choice, when in fact they have none. Encompassing Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Iran, Syria, Afghanistan, along with Morocco, Libya, Tunisia, Egypt, Pakistan, and The Emirates: all of which espouse one or another form of theocratic rule, either by a hereditary Royal, or a polyglot bunch of religious zealots and chancers; with only Israel as the one shining Democracy in a veritable sea of autocratic and dictatorial rule.
But we should now switch our gaze to Africa, and see what decades of so-called relief from colonial rule has provided the billion-plus poor bastards who have the truly unfortunate destiny to be inhabitants of that benighted, crime-ridden continent. As there are just too many so-called nations to allow an objective view, I have tabulated a select number of those various Nations, along with their respective Governments, and listed the points which catch the eye.
Religion; or belief in Big Bearded Sky Fairy
Number of Coups or Disputed Govt. changes
Majority Muslim plus animism
Equally divided Muslims & christians + others
2/3 Christian….1/3 Muslim
97% Muslim 3% Christians and Animists
90% Christian Muslim 10%
TWO + FOUR DISPUTED ELECTIONS
Democratic Republic Congo
EIGHT or EIGHTEEN
95% Christian 4% mixed, 1% Muslim
99% Christian 1% Muslim
THIRTY YEARS BLOODY DICTATORSHIP
97% Christian 3% Muslim
I wish now to quote just one paragraph from the Wikipedia entry for one nation:-….
Angola has vast mineral and petroleum reserves, and its economy is among the fastest-growing in the world, especially since the end of the civil war; however, the standard of living remains low for most of the population, and life expectancy in Angola is among the lowest in the world, while infant mortality is among the highest.Angola’s economic growth is highly uneven, with most of the nation’s wealth concentrated in a disproportionately small sector of the population.
…and then to expand on this one terrible verdict upon a land, which applies equally upon the many lands, nations, which comprise the corruption-polluted Continent of Africa. We must ask ourselves: why the dichotomy? Why the strange and catastrophic decline in the living standards in Nations which could provide a comfortable standard of living for all its citizen? Why is the wider world standing by, while dictators rape the very earth upon which their nations lie? Why is it now, seemingly, across Black Africa, the repose of savages, thieves, ruthless dictators with the thinnest veneer of democratic sensibility laid across the obvious criminality of the Presidents, the Leaders-for-Life: whose rule is sometimes challenged by one who promises ‘elections’, while cementing his access to the national treasuries and the Swiss bank accounts?
As I stated at the beginning, I lived in South Africa for seventeen-eighteen years. I raised my family there, I had a decent standard of living; but the one thing about my life in South Africa was the simple fact that the Nationalist Government, the Afrikaaner Government: yes, the Apartheid Government was the only incorruptible ruling body in the whole of Black Africa. Forget about the howls of anger from the anti-apartheid movements in liberal Gt. Britain, in America and Canada; forget about the strong statements denouncing the fact that the Black man in South Africa was allegedly disenfranchised, that he had no vote. All they were upset about was the fact the White Africans were in charge, and doing a pretty good job of it. The anti’s wanted the African National Congress (ANC) to be given the whole caboodle, and their many friends in Western Governments, all the broadcasters along with the ANC-friendly newspapers; ensured that the only headlines about South Africa were the slanted ones, the lies, and the semi-truths: that is what has come, today, to be known as Fake News. I recall a news team was give access to the shaft levels of a gold mine, and allowed to film the thousands of black and white workers as they filed in and out of the shaft cages which sped up and down the six thousand feet from the surface to the transit points. Now the black supervisors who ran the mass transit system on that mine were forced to walk and work perilously close to open shafts, when cage doors were opened, and so they all wore safety belts attached to strength-tested chains fastened to steel girders. When that film was transmitted, that snip was shown, with a voice-over stating that the black workers were chained up, so they could not escape. The fact that those same black men travelled for days, and sometimes thousands of miles, to sign up for the work on a gold mine because it was so well paid because it was so dangerous was never allowed to be publicised!
But, the toll-bell rang, and the investment billions needed for South Africa to properly invest in its national infrastructure faded away under the anti-apartheid pressure, Mandela, a terrorist and a murderous plotter was released, and the big movement commenced to give the black man the vote. He already had a vote, but the Homelands idea wasn’t liked by the anti- movement; nothing but surrender was good enough for them. The Big day came, the ANC swept the board, the Nationalist government handed over power to the communists, the terrorists and the Black man was finally in charge. The only things which were not handed over were the five nuclear weapons which had been built with South African and Israeli expertise: handed over to the sensible guys in Jerusalem and Washington, D.C. I had myself long gone by then, leaving all my friends behind to their fates, as I had my family’s British passports shined up specially for the occasion.
I believe that the world will slowly come to realise that the African, the black man, is incapable of transforming his belief systems and political ‘animus’ to run their countries in the same manner as Western democracies. Just check out, as I have shown, the number of African countries which have been given the choice, the very freedom to choose how and in what manner they are governed, and then be a little selective, and find the ONE Nation which has adhered to the basic ideal and standards of Democracy: namely Botswana, a product of British idealism transformed into a Nation run by a Black Government which has steadfastly adhered to the Rule of Law in both its governance and Government. Only ONE! Does the reader not find that statistic ludicrous. Apart from South Africa, when run by the White man, which virtually ran itself since the 1920’s; the only Nation in the whole of Black Africa which has steadfastly adhered to Western standards.
So let us look at what the result of 22 years of South African Black rule has achieved. Firstly the terrible shame of the squatter camps which surrounded the big cities was challenged and tasked. The Squatter camps had to go!The ANC government came up with an African solution, the camps: they all stayed exactly as they were, but they were all renamed ‘Informal Settlements’! The Africanization of the cities continues to this day, as they change the names of the main streets to idolise the murderous butchers who were part of the so-called Liberation Struggle. The unemployment rate in South Africa peaked at 27.5%. Looking back at the years before ‘The Vote’, the unemployment rate was in the region of 6.5-7.0%. The people, white, black, coloured, indian; they got their vote: but the corruption, the bare-faced theft and the jobs for the black brethren began the day after Mandela left the presidency.
Personally, I had, and still have, very little time for the ”saviour of South Africa” along with the bloody ‘Rainbow Nation’ and all the other phrases which rattled out: but even I have to give him his due, he smoothed the way between White rule and the incoming Black Government, he resisted the urge for vengeance despite the urging by many of his ‘advisers’, he cooled the ANC’s efforts to grab everything which wasn’t exactly bolted down, and, in the end; he paved the way for a peaceful transition. But once his level hand left the tiller of State, the thieves and vagabonds and the corruptors had themselves a field day, from the Presidency downwards, the noise as the cash was being counted was deafening. The jobs at places such as Eskom, the State Electricity Group, where engineers, men whom I have worked alongside and admired for their knowledge and dedication; were literally pushed aside, and those desks were then occupied by illiterates, people of absolutely no experience, training or indeed actual education, but worthy of a high position because of the colour of their skin, and the names of their relatives!
There are many such stories, I could write a book, but the time is past. I would however retail two items of interest, one of which happened with the alleged need for new railway engines for South African Railways. During the seventeen/eighteen years I lived in South Africa, it was a privilege to live, travel and work in a Society where Engineering was understood. In amongst the many things produced in the power-house which was the Engineering world of South Africa, they built locomotives, diesel and diesel-electric and electric engines which hauled the people and merchandise of a Sub-Continent; efficiently, practically and competently. The railways of South and Southern Africa were criss-crossed by the ever-familiar russet-red paintwork of the Zuid Afrikaanse Spoorweἒ (South African Railway) locos as they reliably pulled the freight of seven nations towards their destinations.
Fast forward thirty years, and into the reign of the African National Congress, the chosen Party of the Black man’s vote. They gave an order for seventy railway locomotives to a Spanish firm, an order worth 3.45 Billion Rands (£181 million Pounds), and when the first locos came off the ship in Cape Town, they found that the engines were 30 centimeters too tall. If used on the long-distance lines where the freight runs heaviest, they will rip off the catenary cabling as they enter a tunnel, and the trains will, simply, stop!
COPE spokesman Dennis Bloem questioned why Prasa had “wilfully” ignored explicit warnings about the unsuitability of the Spanish-manufactured diesel locomotives. “Was it because of sheer arrogance? Or was it because of the bag that someone might have passed under the table?” Mr Bloem challenged. Perhaps Mr. Bloem mis-spoke? He should have stated ‘several bags’
‘Alles kom regt; mijnheer!’
Rapport journalist Pieter-Louis Myburgh first broke the story in July that the agency ignored warnings from engineers that the locomotives were too high for local railways and could damage overhead cables.
At the time, CEO Lucky Montana and his chief engineer Daniel Mthimkhulu denied this. “We meet the safety standards,” Montana said. “We have bought one of the best locomotives in the world and we are not even apologetic about that.”
Since then, Montana has resigned and Mthimkhulu fired for having a fake degree.
In addition, Public Protector Thuli Madonsela released a report, Derailed, in August, which found evidence of widespread maladministration and impropriety in the awarding of tenders worth R2.8bn.
Since then, the board has launched an independent investigation into the allegations, including the procurement of the Afro 4000 locomotives.
The RSR report reveals how Prasa sidestepped their inspections before buying the locomotives.
“RSR received a statement of intent from Prasa stating its plan to procure Euro 4000 locomotives on 13 March 2014, it has since become apparent that the locomotives had already been purchased by this date,” it said.
RSR said it conducted inspections and testing on 12 of the 13 locomotives at different locations within the railway network.
“The results of the inspection and assessment confirm that the Afro 4000 series of locomotives is designed and manufactured to a height of 4140mm above rail head,” it said.
“This height exceeds the vehicle structure gauge height of 3965mm as required in the Transnet Freight Rail track maintenance manual. The impact of this deviation is that there is a greater risk of interference between Overhead Traction Equipment and the locomotive.”
At the measured height of 4140mm, “the locomotives cannot always maintain the required minimum vertical gap of 150mm between the roof and the contact wire”, the report shows.
“This will lead to a higher risk of contact and flashover with the overhead traction equipment and operational delays,” it says. “There is evidence on some of the Afro 4000 locomotives inspected that such contact/flashover has occurred during testing.”
The other item of interest was during the planning for the South African World Cup. The football authorities arranged, with of course lots of borrowed money, to refurbish three stadiums, and build another five new ones, costing some $4 billion. But the Government in the Transvaal decided that, because all these happy supporters need to get to the new stadiums south of Johannesburg, they needed a rapid transit system; so it was planned, ordered, built and opened; at a cost of $2.4 billion. The new trains for the GauTrain came from Bombardier in Derby, and they got the best. But the cream on top of that package was the fact that ten Government Ministers were on the board of GauTrain, and it is strongly estimated that they enriched themselves to the tune of $20 million apiece! Just one problem for the passengers who wish to use the efficient, fast and wonderful GauTrains: the price of the tickets is so high, the average black man cannot afford the fares, so they continue to use the overcrowded local trains, and the taxis which are never, ever serviced!
There is one book, one novel which describes both South Africa, and Black Africa; and its title says and speaks volumes. The book? Cry the Beloved Country!
When I am annoyed, with either an individual or an organisation, or the service provided by that individual or organisation; I write. I email. Stridently, bluntly, I speak of my annoyance, and of the sheer un-professionalism exhibited, in so many areas, when the service or goods provided fall way, way short of advertised provisions or expectations. In past decades, one wrote a letter, or phoned, and attempted, usually without much success, to express your frustrations with a faulty appliance, or the aftermath of product delivered with a fault; but now, with virtually instant communications, you can target and vent your annoyance so much more effectively.
I took on my local County Council by email after a mid-level office-bound bureaucrat decided that my application for equipment designed to make my illness-stricken wife’s life easier could not be completed without a stainless-steel ramp outside my back door, to carry my wife’s wheelchair down from the kitchen to my driveway. As I already had a ramp, strongly built of wood, designed and built by my own hands, and completed at a price less than one-twentieth of that which was proposed; I sent off a series of stinging email to as many senior people as I could find addresses for at the County Council. The end result, my ramp is still there, the office-bound clown was fired.
If you reach a targeted senior management level, so much the better. Back in the day, working south of Johannesburg, I contacted the managing director of a very large engineering company in South Africa, and enquired if they had a service sector availability to service a Rolls Royce-powered railway engine. When he replied “Oh yes, our service division is immediately available,” I then countered with the remark “You could have fooled me!”. As I was calling to ask why my complete service had been cancelled four times in a row, with virtually no notice at all, he was, understandably annoyed: so much so that, the very next day, four Toyota pick-up loads of technicians arrived at my site near Johannesburg; literally panting to commence a much-overdue engine, transmission and undercarriage service. The senior technician took me aside, and seriously begged me not to call his ultimate boss again, as the head of maintenance had been summarily dismissed because he was treating valued customers like crap.
So, last Saturday very, very early in the morning, I was sick as a dog; vomit, loose bowels, head feeling as though as I was about to perish: the lot. No, I don’t drink, it was some sort of a bug. After about two-odd hours of traipsing between the toilet and the sink, I called the NHS helpline on 111; stuttered my way through the interminable questions, all read from a screen by an ‘operator’ (IQ probably in the low 60’s, from his voice and attitude) and eventually progressed to a real qualified nurse, who proceeded to establish what my symptoms were, with of course no small help, from my own description of my ‘feeling really shit’: and reassured me that help would be forthcoming. I was contacted within five minutes by a call-out doctor, who appeared about fifteen minutes later. He gave me a quick check-through, blood-pressure, stethoscope,, asked a few pertinent questions, gave a couple of words of advice, drink lots of fluids, etc., stuck an antiemetic injection into me to stop the vomiting, shook my hand and disappeared. I felt as though I had been hit by a truck for most of the day, but a good night’s sleep brought me back to life, and all seemed well.
As I am from the ‘old school’ who was taught not only how to spell ‘courtesy’ but the true meaning of that (now) truly old-fashioned word, I looked up the contact email address for the North-East NHS 111 service: and shovelled off a small ‘thank-you’ message; just stating how grateful I was for the speedy intercession from their service, signed off and sent it, and thought no more about an action which, to me, was second nature.
Surprise. Received a return message asking me if I would ‘COMPLETE A CONSENT FORM’ (attached), so my small message of commendation might be transmitted to a second group according to the NHS rules on privacy and digital compliance? Can’t they just accept the ‘gratitude’ for doing their jobs well enough to have engendered a message, and leave it at that? I was only surprised that I wasn’t also asked if I considered myself to be Afro-Caribbean/Irish, and how twisted did I consider my sexuality to be?
It is possibly a strange detail to relate, but the fate and future political history of Great Britain & Northern Ireland are possibly bound up in one man’s actions and beliefs. If Nigel Farage had been given the protection for both himself and his family, from both the left-wing bullies and agents of the State who were so busily pressing their dislike and hatred of him personally, as well as the spectacular rise in popularity of UKIP, to such an extent that ex-Prime Minister Cameron was forced to concede a Referendum: he would not have left as speedily as he did. The Referendum which his Tory Party, along with £20-odd millions of Government & Leave-supporting garbage had been defeated by a patchwork bunch of amateurs. I would suggest that Nigel Farage himself contributed in no small measure to that defeat, mainly through the advent of Social Media productions such as YouTube. By these means did Nigel Farage get his message out to the world, from the seats and circus-like atmosphere of the European Parliament. By no other endeavour other than these broadcasts, he pushed the message of how spendthrift, how ridiculous, how burdened-down with bureaucracy, and ultimately how powerless was the Parliament in which he spoke, and these broadcasts resounded and rebounded through the ether.
I do not often speak or write of a regard for modern-day politicians, the vast majority of who are worth little more than the scrapings from a dung-ridden boot, but I do write of Mr. Farage with a genuine liking, and a complete understanding of his desire to leave the cockpit of British Politics immediately after his triumph, and it was a triumph! From absolutely nowhere, either in polls or in political power, to a position where his Party could demand a Referendum, and get it, is and was a considerable achievement. The fact that the 21/2 years of so-called negotiations have been squandered away by a Tory Party, a Prime Minister and a Civil Service which has always been of the ‘Remain’ persuasion is not of his fault, but I firmly believe that, if Farage had stayed as UKIP leader, and with that voice as steadfast now as it was so many times in the past, we should be seeing a very different outcome to that which is about to be dumped upon a weary British public.
To that end, I give readers just a taste of that which we should have been listening to, and thus send our deepest and best wishes to NIGEL FARAGE.