We’ll all stand together; blah-blah-repeat until eternity

I am reminded of a phrase from the New Testament, “A voice crying in the wilderness’. Seems to me that the last time when true common sense was spoken to our Masters, the speaker, my long-term hero Enoch Powell was cast out into that same wilderness by his fellow politicians and Parliamentarians.


We can write of the tripe which is spouted about diversity; and of different cultures, along with the rest of the liberal bullshit, as I have written in the past, but just remember that the same slogans as are quoted now have been used many times before, and no-one has altered our precious ‘diversity’ ideas by one comma. 52 dead, 22 dead; nothing happens! What is needed is some muslim moron to drop the magic number 2996 into the equation, and then we might see a sea-change from ‘we’re all pals together’ garbage which is spouted from, unfortunately, all of our Masters’ voices!


Muslim Terrorist? Nope, he had lost his ticket to the concert.

From the Bataclan concert attacks, through the carnage of the Nice truck massacre to the killings on the Champs Elysees. The murderous attack on Charlie Hebdo magazine was followed by the Brussels bombing: and on, and on ad infinitum. What is the pusillanimous response from so-called Government all across Europe? It is an amalgam of messages of ‘support’. Of ‘we shall not be broken’, and ‘Love is the answer’. If ‘effing Love is the answer, what was the ‘effing question?

I spotted a photo in the comments column of a pop singer’s facebook page, and I reckon it is so apt, as a true indication of what ordinary people think about the mechanical response of our political leaders (who are of course our well-armed and protected masters; but don’t ever even mention that particular fact). All the crap about ‘my thoughts and prayers to the families and the loved ones’ from snivelling religious and political leaders alike could be grouped and responded to by this one, simple photograph.

truck prayer garbage

What we want is revenge, what we want is for all these Saudi and Salafist effing imams to be slapped on a Saudi jet and sent packing. What we want is for the vaunted Security Services to do their jobs, and if some raghead even whispers the term ‘jihad’, or has ever done so in the past, he, along with all his bloody family should immediately be interned, out in the open, surrounded by lots of shiny barbed wire and anti-personnel mines: and allowed to rot! If they don’t like the way in which we choose to live, they can literally F*** Off any time they like.

But what will we get? A token sighting of Her Majesty’s Infantry in various high-profile places, where even a muslim with limited intellect would never consider stumbling anywhere in the vicinity. Infantry soldiers who will, most likely, be warned that their weaponry magazines should be empty, but with bullets available in a sealed tupperware box if ever needed; an Infantry who will be handed, with due solemnity, a yellow card on which will be printed the actions which must be undertaken ON PAIN OF COURTS-MARTIAL, before loading, aiming and firing that same weaponry. That famous ‘yellow card’, and the rules contained therein, were the bane of the British Army’s existence in the cess-pits of the IRA-ridden areas of Belfast, and of course of the bog-trotters paradise, also known as Londonderry.

No doubt, in, say, six months time, there will be a Coroner’s Inquest on the twenty-two martyrs who died at the hands of this MUSLIM fanatic, and I would lay a great deal of money on the words ‘Muslim’ along with ‘radical Islamic terrorism’ not even being mentioned! He will be deemed to have been ‘radicalised’ online, and his bomb-making expertise will have come, naturally, from the same sources. Manchester mosques? Heaven, or rather allah, forbid. The fools who inhabit these shadowy places will all have been cleared of the slightest taint of infamy, and the slow Islamisation of this once-Christian Nation will be another slow but inevitable step forwards.

More, many more will die, or suffer grievous injury at the hands and shrapnel of these religious (I was going to write ‘maniacs’, but these is nothing maniacal about these murderous bastards) killers. It is just another step along the road to the state which the Mayor of London promised; Part and Parcel of life in a major city!

Just another Thirty pieces of silver?


Engineering is the stuff which drives our very worlds. From tiny but massively-engineered micro-circuits to massive modern aircraft, from the smallest hydro-power installation to a giant dam, the one thing upon which they all depend, for safety, for longevity; is Engineering. The range of engineers is almost as long as the dictionary, because the design, and build of everything relies on their talents, from the theory to the practical. You can sit in a train as it crosses the Forth Bridge, secure in the knowledge that that structure will not fail, and send you plunging to your death, because it was, in fact, designed by cautious engineers who knew that their work had to be over-engineered; because they did not know all the stresses which might arise on their bridge, so built in sufficient tolerance so that nothing would fail.

When huge oil tankers were first envisaged, naval architects studied the various forces which impact upon their structures, knowing the forces which a compartmented cargo of maybe 150,000 tonnes will place upon the hull and tank steelworks, and plan / design / engineer accordingly. The ships were designed to transport a cargo which is inherently safe, because it takes a great deal of heat to ignite heavy crude oil, but the engineers also knew that the most dangerous time for an oil tanker is, paradoxically enough, when she is empty, because that means the all the cargo holds are full of highly-volatile and explosive gas. So they designed systems which scrub the exhaust from the engines, remove all the corrosive nasties; then pump this inert gas to displace all the dangerous gases from the empty cargo tanks. This ensures that a single spark from, say, an anode element falling from its fixing, would not cause a huge explosion.

Then imagine a bunch of penny-pinching  accountants, who know lots about cash, and capital, and risks, along with all the other bullshit; but very, very little about shipping and engineering design; and decide to modify ten huge tankers in order to carry iron ore. They spend large amounts of cash converting the hulls, but forget that iron ore is very, very different to oil. And what do you suppose they got?

Well, folks, they got this. Twenty two dead, drowned when the Stellar Daisy capsized and sank faster than the crew could reach the safety of the deck and the sea. Two survived!

Twenty-two die, and allah smiles in praise!

……and strangely enough, not once has anyone broadcasting mentioned, even once so far, the awful truth that this will be a MUSLIM terrorist attack.


Interviewers  and reporters alike, they tread and speak so carefully to avoid pointing fingers at the ONLY source of terror, which is Muslim murderers who kill in the name of their ‘Effing allah, whose name I deliberately spit upon.


The great liberal lefty lie that Muslims are all peaceable, cuddly and non-threatening will be trotted out, and all will be invited to remember that nothing has been proven to indicate that the ragheads blew up the concert. All the pious bleats that the ragheads are always blamed unjustly will be trotted out; but don’t be fooled. Our fearless political leaders, cushioned behind their armed protection, seated in their armoured limousines, have made this attack possible, yet you will not read of their involvement, of their treason against the people.You will not read the truth, excepting maybe from the BNP website.



The pious BBC will never, ever, point the finger at the Islamic killers behind the Manchester carnage, but they laud to the skies the ‘multicultural diversity’ of an Labour-inspired immigration policy which seeks to do only one thing, to dilute the indigenous white Christian population with the overwhelmingly-MUSLIM clowns who have swarmed in from the cess-pits of Asia.

The only paragraph which counts!!!

Tory Manifesto    ……page 82


A free media
At a time when the internet is changing the way people obtain their news, we also need to take steps to protect the reliability and objectivity of information that is essential to our democracy and a free and independent press. We will ensure content creators are appropriately rewarded for the content they make available online. We will be consistent in our approach to regulation of online and offline media. Given the comprehensive nature of the first stage of the Leveson Inquiry and given the lengthy investigations by the police and Crown Prosecution Service into alleged wrongdoing, we will not proceed with the second stage of the Leveson Inquiry into the culture, practices and ethics of the press. We will repeal Section 40 of the Crime and Courts Act 2014, which, if enacted, would force media organisations to become members of a flawed regulatory system or risk having to pay the legal costs of both sides in libel and privacy cases, even if they win.

I do believe that that paragraph is more important than all the rest of the whims, and whines, and head-shaking dross which fills the other pages. If they win, and I hope they do, it will show that at least the Tories will have shaken off the leaden weights of Levenson, and allow free comment and speech to rule once more in the Nation!


Update:—– Just wonder what Max Mosley said when he read that small gem?


As long as they keep it within the family!

As the old joke used to go, ‘There is nothing wrong with incest, as long as you keep it in the family’. Seems as though the Redbridge Muzzies from Pakiland have taken it right on board.


Strangely enough, I reckon that they should be encouraged to interbreed ever closer, so that they will genetically die off within two generations, and, of course, their tribal and religious ideas will perish with them.

So, no French kiss for Maria?

Readers of my occasional diatribes and wild rantings about so-called ‘sports stars’ will have gathered I am, in general, no fan of any sport. As a very young boy, I accompanied my dad and my eldest brother to a local football match, but disgraced myself, and of course; my dad and my brother for cheering the wrong team’s goal. They might as well have held up a large banner, which said ‘He is definitely not with us!’ But I digress. I accept that, to many millions, the sporting heroes are as ‘the gods who have consented to live amongst us’: those talented people whose skill, perseverance and native talent have made them great at whatever sport or game they excel in can, virtually, do no wrong: in the eyes and minds of their legions of supporters, of course. Whether in activities on the sports ground, or indeed off it, they are given a ‘free pass’ because they are ‘special’. Whether football, athletics, tennis; the top people are courted, hunted and acclaimed, and paid huge sums of cash just to get them to perform: and I just honestly do not get it. I cannot see the draw, the pull, the very reason why people, in all other aspects perfectly reasonable and normal, travel huge distances, spending ever-larger sums of cash, to watch and support a team, or an individual, who excels at the endeavour, sport, game or hypnotic event of their choice.

But the one thing which I do, in very great detail, really ‘get’ is the general attitude of sports administrators towards sports ‘stars’ when they are found to have gone beyond the rules, and enhanced their activities on the pitch, or the field, or the track; or indeed the court, by the judicious use of any type of illegal or synthetic drug. The administrators usually fall over themselves to make excuses for these druggies, using such lame terms as ‘They have served their sentence’ / they have made amends’ or any other of the totally bland words which quietly demands that everyone should forgive and forget’, or to use that other well-worn cliche ‘to move on. Its all about ‘bums on seats’, or the ‘draw of a big name’: conveniently forgetting that that same ‘big name’ has been shooting steroids for years, or injecting or swallowing the latest ‘designer’ drug which is guaranteed to metabolise out of the way of the urine testing regimes within fifteen milliseconds after the medals have been awarded.

So I am more than entranced to be able to report that the DRUG CHEAT Maria Sharapova has been notified that she will not be allowed to compete at the French Tennis Open, as the administrator (cheers, Bernard Giudicelli) has firmly stated ‘There can be a wildcard for people returning from injuries, there cannot be a wildcard for people returning from doping,’. So drug-free players can compete in the knowledge that they are only battling against other human beings, with no ‘hot sauce’ added to the mix!