Islamophobia! Homophobia! Transphobia! FarRightPhobia(™)!

Of the four terms, descriptions or ideals listed above, three of those four are inventions to categorise and inhibit comment or opinion which may be construed as offensive to the person, grouping, mythical ideal or religious body concerned.

The fourth, namely FarRightPhobia(™), is my own invention, as it seeks to wound by classifying any person, group or Political Party who attempts to stray from the recognised and accepted Liberal ideals so carefully protected by vocal minorities as ‘FarRight’. Straying by virtue of applauding ‘Nationalist’ politics, populist (there’s another pejorative term for people who wish to band together to protect what they see as their heritage); or any other person, group or even Government which seeks to protect its own National traditions.

Of the three other categories of ****bia’s, I consider them all to be equally bogus, relying, as they do, on their self-administered Hate Crime status for persecuting and silencing any who oppose their ideas, ideals, politics or twisted notions of sexual orientation.

But my own named invention is a ‘DogWhistle’ term for a whole arc of characters ranging from the ‘Anti-Islam Activist’ Tommy Robinson; then through the Hungarian Prime Minister Victor Orban, trawling in the whole of the new ‘Vox’ Party in Spain, alongside the solidly nationalist Polish Government, the Dutch politician Geert Wilders, onwards to the hoped-for accession by Farage’s Brexit Boys: and any number of Youtube commenters who stray a millimetre away from the liberal line.

The new Right have a place, and if they succeed, as I earnestly hope they do, in swelling their ranks within the EU Parliament, the former Elite will suddenly be looking at, for the very first time, an Opposition worth talking about. Just think, an EU Parliament, holding a Right-Wing standpoint majority, looking at, as it can; the Budget for the EU? Will they all be slated with the FarRightPhobia banner? Or will they march forwards to bring the tiniest bit of Democracy to that whole EU bureaucratic dictatorship?

Promises made, and Promises broken!

At the base of this post is a scanned copy of an item which we were promised would not be possible. Four-odd years ago, a Tory Prime Minister, scared shitless by a perceived looming threat from UKIP, organised a Referendum which might lead us to the ‘promised land’ of a Great Britain & Northern Ireland (GB&NI) outside of the monolith which was the European Union.

Nearly three years ago, we had that Referendum. Millions of words were written about the terrible fate which was to be our lot if we voted ‘Leave’: many of those empty threats came from that same Government which had, reluctantly, put the Referendum in place, but many more were from embedded, powerful people who just ‘knew’ that the only way to go was with their beloved Europe. And yet, and yet: 17.4 millions of British voters said ‘bollocks’ to these threats; said ‘bollocks’ to those who just knew that ‘they knew better’ than we 17.4 millions il-educated louts who just didn’t understand or grasp the huge benefits of the EU superstate which somehow were so much more clearer to the ‘Elite’.

The 17.4 millions who voted to leave were ‘deluded’. Those 17.4 millions just could not believe that a Government which had promised an ‘IN or OUT’ Referendum would go back on its word. The 17.4 million British voters, after nearly three years of backsliding, backstabbing, lying and prevarication from a Parliament which was composed of 80% MPs who were given a firm instruction from their voters, and were desperate no to obey those instructions have conspired to build a stalemate, aided and abetted by a lying Prime Minister May who has consistently planned a path towards that very stalemate.

That Poll Card states that I am able to vote in an election for the European Parliament for the North East Region. But the North East Region of WHERE? You won’t find England mentioned anywhere in EU literature. As in Orwell’s Big Brother, we were relegated to being ‘Airstrip One’ in Oceania. We are neutered by their voting rules, we are castrated by the big voting blocs in that same Parliament, so why, I must ask, should any of us vote at all? As my colleague James noted earlier, a decision not to vote is a statement wasted. If you do go, and deface your ballot, that is counted.

The old parties are counting on the collective memories of their ‘sheep’ to be dulled. They are hoping that we, as a NATION, have forgotten that we said “ We want to leave’: they are hoping that the collective sheep who patiently vote Labour or Tory will not remember that they lied to us, they are hoping that we will forgive them, because, after all, the big Parties have our ‘best interests at heart’; don’t they?
Well, if I read the runes correctly, the old parties have not got their wish. They might have gained some traction with their lies, and counter-lies, but when Farage’s Brexit Party come out trampling the grass despite those notices stating ‘Stay off the grass’, they hopefully will realise that Abraham Lincoln was so right when he stated:-

 “You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.


The art of generating sheer, unadulterated Bullsh*t

I am a long-time fan of good, well-written and -plotted American political drama series and films. We rarely see a good reproduction on this side of the pond, possibly because of the dearth of good politically-astute writers. The ideal series, in this writer’s opinion, was The West Wing, which followed the highs and lows of a Democrat President over two tumultuous terms in the White House. Its treatment of politics in America was subdued, its message was refined; and didn’t attempt to ram down your throat that everything the President or his Party did was great, and everything championed by the Republicans wasn’t, automatically, bad. The series gained 277 award nominations, and won 87. I liked it, I hold the boxed sets on my shelves, and recommend it to any.


Not so much the latest political series from the States, namely Madam Secretary. The first two series were good to excellent, with good storylines, well-acted and well-plotted: in other words; believable. But the present series? I have never watched a more nakedly-biased set of programmes up to, and including, all three Brit Party Political Broadcasts. It is so anti-Republican that it should be renamed the Nancy Pelosi Hour, it is that bad. If they aren’t battering away at the ‘heinous’ idea of ‘Nationalism’, as opposed to the glories of a Global scenario where everyone loves each other, while singing ‘Kumbayaaa’: they are hammering out the message that Global Warming, or alternatively Climate Change is not only real, it is already here; or the fact that the whole developed world must accept the ‘Refugees’ from countries which have disappeared under the rising waters! This type of naked propaganda does their message, if there is one, no service at all: as even the dimmest can see underneath the make-up and the gloss, a scenario which is reminiscent of Goebbels at his worst.


Death of a writer.



It seems to be that, in order to ‘break the mould’, in order to ‘cast off the bindings’, these days you need to be dead, murdered, to gain the attention of both MSM and (certain) politicians.


Lyra McKee was virtually unknown ,and certainly unheard of, outside of her own small circle of family and admirers. She was a journalist specialising in research and discussion regarding the aftermath of the Belfast Agreement. She died from a bullet wound, from a weapon fired by a member of a ‘dissident-Republican’ group named the New IRA. The name itself speaks volumes. As the Provisional Irish Republican Army (PIRA) has not gone away, had not disbanded, (despite the many solemn promises to the contrary), has not disarmed: and has, indeed a tighter control over who does what, and with what, than any other self-styled dissident group in the whole of Ireland.


The mealy-mouthed platitudes of the female leader of Sinn Fein hold little prospect of the restoration of the devolved Assembly, now dormant for over two years: as their demands for an Irish Language Act, along with acceptance of legal abortion and homosexual marriage are anathema to the politicians of the Democratic Unionists Party (DUP). That same DUP who know only too well what response there would be to their proposals of a resumption of the Assembly immediately, with parallel talks regarding contentious items to be held simultaneously, will not bow down to a Republican Party who know, only too well, that immediately the DUP would agree to talk, out would come the twisted Sinn Fein logic which states ‘Give us all we want, and there won’t be any trouble’.


Nope. notwithstanding the verbal pleadings of the catholic priest at the journalist’s funeral, and the standing ovation his words received, if the IRA/SinnFein bunch keep up their demands which are both unacceptable and indeed unpalatable to the people of the DUP, I don’t see a breakthrough at Stormont, or Londonderry, or indeed anywhere else on that still deeply-divided and troubled corner of this United Kingdom of GB&NI!


Lots of so-called experts have climbed on to the so-called Measles Epidemic, calling for mass vaccinations to prevent this ‘terrible scourge’ from spreading further into the unvaccinated children,, and many more have climbed on the ever-more vociferous denunciations which target those who preach against the ‘Settled science’ of multiple effect or (Measles, Mumps and Rubella) vaccinations.


As I am definitely no medical expert, I have to rely on the published and accepted evidence of medical practitioners and scientists, and have also to take in the published results of surveys which sought to disprove the findings of those, such as Dr. Andrew Wakefield; who posited that there was a direct correlation between MMR vaccinations and autism in certain of those children vaccinated  by this (MMR) vaccine. Dr. Wakefield’s thesis was attacked from all angles, despite his statements otherwise, here in the UK, his research was stated to be false, and riddled with error, and he was disbarred from medical practice in Great Britain & Northern Ireland.


The practice of vaccination has been accepted as scientific fact for centuries, after Edward Jenner proved, in 1796, that an weak injection of cowpox overcame a smallpox infection in a young girl. But it is indeed a long stretch from a weakened strain injection of a similar disease, to the multi-tested, meticulously-tested drug regimes of today. With literally millions vested in the sales of MMR vaccine products, the huge pharmaceutical giants obviously reacted with speed to frustrate and deny the statements of theories of Dr. Wakefield, and to a large extent succeeded, as he was forced to relocate to the USA.


But, strangely; no-one has come forward to assert that autism, and the prevalence of that condition in youngsters who have received this powerful drug cocktail is entirely disassociated. Better if Dr. Wakefield had set aside his small test survey, and instead concentrated on the fact that autism numbers had increased substantially during the time that the MMR vaccine had superseded the initial single doses of targeted vaccines against individual diseases. It is not beyond the comprehension of those untrained in medical practice to accept that the sudden heavy viral overload, produced in very young children when given the MMR vaccine, is sufficient to produce change in that young, still forming body: which would not have occurred if the vaccines had been given in the old, well-proven, single vaccine method.

True, many parents found the constant appointments for the single vaccinations tiresome, and time consuming: but what if it were proven that the MMR vaccines were literally too powerful for some young patients’ systems to absorb without a reaction; and that reaction was to result in the formation of autism in that unsuspecting child’s body and mind?


Just asking!


Glasgow: High-tech finally comes a-calling?

A news item in the Glasgow Evening Times caught my eye. For many reasons.

The event? The scheduled arrival at Glasgow Airport of an Emirates Airbus 380, beginning a regular service to Dubai.

Why the surprise?

Was it the fact that the big jet was visiting Scotland at all?

Was it the fact that the airport had spent an estimated £8 million to equip the buildings with the necessary extended sections, walkways, transfer areas, etc., as the large Airbus is totally oversized for average terminals?

Or was it the fact that one resident commented “Went to put the bin out and saw a crowd of folk in the street. Turned out the Emirates #A380 was landing at Glasgow.”


My eye was caught by this comment, but only to the extent that at least one Glasgow resident has not only been issued with a rubbish bin, but he also actually uses it!

Whats all this Bull***t* about grief for a building?

I have witnessed, over the seven-odd decades I have been reading and watching newscasts, news reports and radio broadcasts, many times when grief should reign supreme. I was thirteen years old when I read the historical work entitled ‘Scourge of the Swastika’, by Lord Russell of Liverpool. As a compendium of doom, of hatred, of a singular listing of Man’s inhumanity to his fellow Man, it has few equals. I was born during World War 2, I just about remember my father visiting us at home in the indoor bomb shelter where I, along with my mother and my two brothers slept every night of those long war years, but it was only after reading of the actions, philosophies and practices of one Nazi Nation, over those few years of that illusory ‘1,000 Years Reich’; did I actually understand why we went to war, why my father served in the British Army, why my uncle died on the fields of Normandy, alongside many thousands of his fellow Servicemen. Those six-odd years, along with the terrible years before war was actually declared, epitomise, for me, the reasons for Grief. The remaining Jewish remnants of a once vital sector of European civilisation had more than enough reason for their grief; as their fellow Jews were slaughtered for the mere reason that they were Jews!

We all experience grief, for happenings both deeply personal and for those who have lost loved ones in disasters large and small. Grief is a truly human emotion, as we feel a hurt and a loss inside our minds and hearts. My sister died when just sixteen years old. She contracted leukaemia, went from the body of a vital, healthy teenager to a ghost with eyes, in the space of months. Her death shattered my father, and my mother was, truly, never the same again. That was grief, so raw, so immediate, so very understandable. My wider family has suffered similar losses, with immediate family watching as illness or disease eats away at a loved one’s very essence; and have to face the consequences. We are no different to millions more.

As the philosopher stated “Man is born to live, to suffer, and to die, and what befalls him is a tragic lot. There is no denying this in the final end. But we must deny it all along the way.”

As I stated, grief is a human emotion, about other human beings, some close, many more distant, but still, the very instance  of one’s passing causes one or many to grieve, and then to heal, and to move on.

So why are so many talking, writing or commenting about their grief over the devastating fire which has consumed the roof and interior of a Catholic Cathedral in Paris?

In links such as thisor this, or this, or even this: they are writing and talking about a Building. A historic building? Yes, but still built of stone, and timber, and glass and iron. It has no beating heart; it does not possess a soul, or a mind, or indeed a conscience: so why indeed this outpouring of an emotion which should be reserved for humanity?