I had Cataract Surgery this morning upon my right eye, courtesy of the NHS. Previously I had been examined by the Consultant, been measured for a new Eye Lens by the latest and accurate equipment on the market (they do spend some cash on new toys, but not as much as they should), and after a six-odd week delay because I’d been bitten by Covid (Nasty, but not too serious), I was given the appointment for this morning.
I shall not go into the gory details, mainly because I was on the receiving end, and it was my eye; but I was duly impressed with the surgeon, the gear, the precision operating binoculars, the manner of the operating room staff, and the general smart attitude of the staff. They gave the impression of routine excellence, and an attention to detail which impressed me: and I don’t impress easily. As the the operation was done before on my left eye, I was able to compare the two, and the NHS came out on top, mainly because I was able to relax easily, whereas before I was wound tight as a drum.
But here’s the thing. When the operation is over, your eye is lightly padded, and then a hard cover is taped over the whole caboodle for your eye’s protection for the first day. You are also handed various types of eye drops, along with instructions on how to use them. As I had had one operation already, and knew how things went, I remembered that the most important thing to be kept to hand was a full roll of the adhesive tape which keeps the hard plastic cover in place; so I asked if I could have a roll of tape.
My small query was received with sheer amazement by the female flunky in nurse’s uniform. “What do you think this is, Sir, a free clinic? If we give a roll to you, we’ll have to give it to anyone. Just think of the expense! No, impossible!” was the reply.
I didn’t verbally blast her sideways, but only because I retain a modicum of how one should address women, but it was a close-run thing. Of course, I should have remembered that this was the NHS, and they operate in a parallel universe. I also recalled that, when operated before on my left eye, that was performed privately, at a fair expense to me. But I also recalled that, when being furnished with exactly the same eye-drops as this morning, I was handed a full roll of that same 3M tape with which to hold the plastic cover against my eye ; and that was handed to me without my asking for it, with the simple explanation: _
“You’ll need this for the hard cover, everyone uses it; no worries!”
I am quite content to label Boris as a liar of the first water, citing PartyGate as but one of many issues, inclusive of going almost as bad as the Labour bunch when it comes to taxes, etc: but at the same time hailing him as the one European Political leader who has his finger on the Pulse of the most dangerously active Dictatorship in the world today, namely Putin’s new Russian Empire.
If I can explain. At home, Boris scraped through a vote of No Confidence, with the rebels quieted for now, but are said to be recharging their weapons for another showdown before Party Conference time. As to the rights and wrongs of their many complaints, I reckon they might have had a point at the very time when the whole series of episodes were exposed, which showed that Downing Street was full of a bunch of ‘effing hypocrites; all with the same slogan “Do as I say; but not as I do.” With the multiple stories from constituents’ very grief of not even being able to bury your dead correctly: and then learning at the same time of the significant booze culture apparent, right at the heart of Westminster, the Rebels should have multiplied their letters, called the vote: and showed Johnson the door. But they lacked the courage, they lacked the iron will, and lost both time and their possible place in history.
Then, after some seven years when the Defence Ministry in Ukraine’s Kiev were calling to everyone for modern weaponry of all kinds, because they knew whom they were dealing with just across the border: and all European Governments, inclusive of the British, were forgetful of only one hard Realpolitik fact; namely ‘You cannot appease a dictator’ were saying, “No, we don’t think we should send anything, because that might upset Putin.”. Then Putin pushes his armoured columns forwards on February 24th, because he thought that that previous delaying decision would be reinforced. It was Boris Johnson who saw clearly what should have been done seven years ago, and, much to his credit, sent the anti-tank Javelin missiles forwards by the cartload, and the Ukrainian Army, whom had been fighting the Russians in the East for those seven years, slaughtered the Kiev road-bound tank columns with a viciousness brought about by a hatred for their once-overlords, before Independence that is, and an agelong memory of the Holomodor, Stalin’s famine which had dealt death by starvation to nearly four million Ukrainians. More weaponry followed, the Russians withdrew from their badly planned Kiev assault, regrouped and commenced battering the cities of East Kiev, in the manner perfected by the Russians in Syria: polished by the old Stalin quotation “Quantity has a Quality all of its own!”
The Ukraine now knows who her real friends are: the Unites States, the United Kingdom with Boris at the charge, and the Baltic States. The balance of Europe is a mixture of France and Germany pushing for a ‘diplomatic peace settlement’ along with sending some old hardware eastwards, and the old former Comunist states sending some artillery, but not a lot. America has sent a lot, but everything takes time to be flown across an ocean, transported to the back areas, and for troops to be trained in their use. You cannot train a Soldier in the ways of modern artillery in a matter of days; it takes weeks if not months. The artillery which Putin’s Russia has a range of thirty-forty miles. Therefore counter-battery artillery opposing those guns must have a range of sixty miles.
Will we see the Russians driven backwards? Possibly, but it will be the fault of the Allies if Ukraine loses, because we should have stepped forwards when Putin annexed the Crimea, and not a day later!
I have written before about Blood Donor Organisations, of the ethics of certain unplanned ‘donations’, of the slightly hilarious visit to an Australian Blood Clinic, and of the Government’s intrusion into what should always be a very private and personal family decision. I have also seen comments regarding the real reluctance of homosexuals to accept the very real worries regarding their exclusion from donations, if they have had unprotected sex within the last three months, culminating in the authorities caving in to the bent communities call for this disbarment being removed.
But this is possibly the first time I have written or spoken about a man being barred from a NHS blood donor session because he did not agree that men can become pregnant. A Scotsman, Leslie Sinclair, 66 years of age, has donated a formidable 126 pints of blood to the NHS. He stated that, when last he went to the clinic, he was handed the usual questionnaire, which Mr. Sinclair has always scrupulously filled in because all the questions are relevant to safety. He scrutinised the form, but baulked when he found one question which just did not follow natural biology.
The form question asked “Are you pregnant, or have you been pregnant in the last six months?” As Mr. Sinclair knew that not only had he not been pregnant, he also knew that, being a Man, it was biologically impossible to become pregnant, so he told the Blood Bank staff that he could not in all honesty, in truth, answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to that question.
Mr. Sinclair stated:- “There is always a form to fill in and that’s fine – they tend to ask about medical conditions or diseases – and clearly that’s because the blood needs to be safe. This time around, there was a question I hadn’t seen before: ‘Are you pregnant, or have you been in the last six months?’ which required a yes or no answer. ‘
I pointed out to the staff that it was impossible for me to be in that position but I was told that I would need to answer, otherwise I couldn’t give blood.
‘I told them that was stupid and that if I had to leave, I wouldn’t be back, and that was it, I got on my bike and cycled away.
‘It is nonsensical and it makes me angry because there are vulnerable people waiting for blood, including children, and in desperate need of help. But they’ve been denied my blood because of the obligation to answer a question that can’t possibly be answered.’
It emerged last night that all potential donors are asked if they are pregnant to ‘promote inclusiveness’ and because pregnancy is ‘not always visually clear’.
Last night Professor Marc Turner, director of SNBTS, said: ‘We appreciate the support of each and every one of our donor community and thank Mr Sinclair for his commitment over a long number of years. Whilst pregnancy is only a relevant question to those whose biological sex or sex assigned at birth is female, sex assigned at birth is not always visually clear to staff.
‘As a public body we take cognisance of changes in society around how such questions may be asked without discrimination and have a duty to promote inclusiveness – therefore all donors are now asked the same questions.’
Now I have a fairly uncommon blood type, uncommon enough that when I was booked in for a major operation about , the hospital’s blood bank had to ensure that my needs were capable of being met. Are we seeing possible donors being turned away because the people in charge believe that if a man says he is now a woman, he is also capable of giving birth?
Are the LUNATICS in charge of the Blood Donor Service so shackled to being ‘INCLUSIVE’ that they would either force a person to fill a form’s answer which they instinctively know to be false, or do without that person’s blood donation; all in the sacred name of ‘INCLUSIVITY’?
Madness, sheer unbridled Madness!
When discussing anything at all to do with religion, I suppose I must, although these days being agnostic, confess that I was brought up in the belief structure of the Catholic Church. Although these days long departed from any religion, I still hold a deep admiration for some, only some, of the Church’s philosophies and strictures. One philosophy which I admire is that the Church has always spoken out against ‘same-sex marriage’. While the Church accepts that civil unions have been legalised, it has always remained firm in the statement that marriage is, and always will be, a union between a man and a woman.
The Nativity School of Worcester had commenced flying both the ‘Black Lives Matter’ banner and the multi-coloured Gay Pride flag on the same pole as the American flag. According to reports and statements from R.C. Bishop Robert J. McManus of the Diocese of Worcester, the Nativity School of Worcester is “prohibited” from identifying as “Catholic” and may no longer use the word to describe itself. In addition, “Mass, sacraments and sacramentals are no longer permitted to be celebrated on Nativity School premises or be sponsored by Nativity School in any church building or chapel within the Diocese of Worcester.”
The bishop stated “it is my contention that the ‘Gay Pride’ flag represents support of gay marriage and actively living a LGBTQ+ lifestyle.” He also differentiated between the statement “black lives matter” — which he styled in lower case letters — and the Black Lives Matter movement. “The Catholic Church teaches that all life is sacred and the Church certainly stands unequivocally behind the phrase ‘black lives matter’ and strongly affirms that all lives matter,” he wrote. “However, the ‘Black Lives Matter’ movement has co-opted the phrase and promotes a platform that directly contradicts Catholic social teaching on the importance and role of the nuclear family and seeks to disrupt the family structure in clear opposition to the teachings of the Catholic Church.”
I admire and applaud the bishop for both his statements, and for the courage in stating, categorically, that although his Church approves of the civil status of same sex couples, it is, and always will be, against homosexual marriage. I also categorically oppose such acclaim about what I consider to be an abomination. As for the BLM movement, I note that the movement coalesced against the death of a career criminal by the police, and that same movement resulted in the worst riots, burning, uproar and, naturally, looting on an industrial scale in cities controlled by the Democratic Party; all crimes being carried out by mostly the oppressed black people who were supposed to be targeted by the police.
As with the ‘same sex’ and ‘blm’ brigades, so with many other ‘modern’ developments and attitudes. The Advocacy bunches, inclusive of Peter Tatchell’s Stonewall, are forever speaking and preaching of the former ‘injustices’, all of which need remedial action. I reckon that a straightforward acceptance that many, if not most; have long adopted stances in direct opposition to that of Stonewall’s and its contemporaries: and just fervently wish that the opposition should just pipe down and get on with their lives.
Many disabled people complain about the absence of easy access to shops, offices, workspaces, especially from a wheelchair-user’s viewpoint. I have had some personal knowledge of these problems when my wife was still alive, as the only way she could move was, in her later years, in that wheelchair. She loved the possibility of moving out from her bedroom, and I was able to get her into a car, and drive to the Metrocentre in Gateshead. I specify the Metrocentre because it is extremely wheelchair friendly, with good lift access between the two floors, specially reserved parking for wheelchair users, and absolutely no kerbs anywhere. I only once took my wife into Durham City in her wheelchair, but found that the hills, slopes and kerbs nearly defeated my old muscles. There is a YouTube user who ‘tests’ access to Electric Vehicle charge points in supermarket parking areas; he has a point regarding access to the charge bays, but I cannot see him getting much bite-back, because, as far as I can tell, he doesn’t follow-up any access problems.
But, sometimes, it seems as thought the ‘Disability Lobby’ is either getting ahead of themselves, or not thinking through all the possibilities of things just ‘going wrong’. For example, allowing two wheelchair-bound people to access a boat on Roadford Lake in Devon. Seems there were six passengers on the boat, and the two people seated, as I am led to believe, either in wheelchairs, or were strapped down for safety reasons.
Yep, I know the strangest ideas crop up, but why these people were even allowed onto the craft at all is beyond me; I know and accept that we must make access easy for all disabled people: but strapping down disabled people in a boat, which, for one reason or another, then overturns, drowning the two disabled people who could not get up from their seats, with another passenger gravely ill in hospital! Some six-odd decades ago, I was in water 27,000 feet deep in the Pacific Ocean. I cannot swim a stroke, being shit-scared of the water, but I had a life-jacket on me, and the Captain made me swear to keep within the lee of the ship, as we were drifting at a rate of five knots, or six-odd miles per hour.
No doubt there will be an enquiry, with lots of learned people shoving their oars into the pond, but I would place good money on no-one being charged with either culpable manslaughter, or just being really, really thick!
Yet again, a whole segment of a specialised financial industry is allowed to function, from the beginning, without any oversight or Government regulation until a bunch of cowboys virtually does a runner with the cash entrusted to them, and in doing so, a great many elderly people losing a great deal of money.
As some of you may know my wife died just over a year ago. It was a time of great grief for me, as I tried to assimilate my loss, and keep living at the same time. One task which I took on was to organise my wife Jacqueline’s cremation, as this was something which had to be personally undertaken.
Over the years, I had noted various funeral and cremation plans being marketed, but never really felt urged to do anything about informing myself as to the ins, outs and wherefores of these plans. As I discovered, when first having to research through the field, there is some pretty expensive offerings in the funeral and cremation planning. If one looks ahead, as one approaches the ‘golden years’ of life after retirement: after deciding where to live if you are ‘downsizing’, the expense of a funeral ranks pretty high in the queue of financial decisions you have to make, especially when your hair commences losing it’s colour and shows ever more skeins of grey.
As I had made no plans for either myself or my wife, I had to start from scratch. As I do not hold these days with any established religion, and loath the ‘showy’ ideal of a funeral and burial service, peopled with relatives who never bothered to come near us when we both still lived, and as I believe that when you die, that’s it; I decided on a cremation service run by a reputable private company. Once I had made that decision, every small detail was carefully lifted from my shoulders, and the only decisions left for me to make was a choice of favourite music to be played when entering the Crematorium meeting place, and when the coffin is slowly curtained off before the mourning family leave that sad but strangely welcoming place.
But the decision remained for me to decide if I wished a prepaid plan for myself, or to leave it to my family to choose the company which will carry out my cremation. Such thinking drove many thousands of people to view the carefully-choreographed video productions produced by a company with the carefully-chosen and seemingly comforting name of Safe Hands. The company also advertised it’s services on the pages of Financial Times, the Times, and many other reputable newspapers and television stations.
Safe Hands Funeral Plans guarantee that no matter how long their plan-holders live, or however expensive a funeral is when they pass away, there will never be anything further for those left behind to pay towards the funeral director’s fees and services. In their marketing pamphlet, they talk about their Trust Fund, saying “the money you pay towards your Safe Hands Funeral Plan is held in a secure Trust Fund (via Pitmans Trustees Limited). Set up in conjunction with specialist Trust Solicitors, the fund is independently managed by multinational investment management firm, UBS’. And when they talk about funds, they are talking about big money, but those interested enough were supposed to be reassured by the presence of Mazars LLP, a top ten UK audit and accounting firm and one of Europe’s largest, appointed to do so by the Trustees, Pitmans Trustees Limited.
We now see that the funds are in deep trouble. One, TJM Partnership, went into liquidation earlier this year, the other is based in Mauritius, in the Indian Ocean. FRP, the appointed liquidators, are reporting that there is around £3.8 millions secured in the UK, with the bulk of trust assets – more than £60million – are in ‘illiquid, high-risk investments’, many based in offshore jurisdictions. FRP reckons that most of the depositors’ cash has disappeared.
Safe Hands stated, in their brochure “Because the Trust Fund is entirely independent of the company, in the highly unlikely event that Safe Hands should go into liquidation or cease trading for any reason, because the Trust Fund is not an asset of the company (and because our planholders are the primary beneficiaries of The Trust Fund) your investment would be secure, and would remain ring-fenced specifically for the purpose of providing the funeral you have bought and paid for.”
Time and time again, ordinary people have been fleeced of most if not all of their cash, because once the cash, or cheques, are handed over, there is no-one to look after or defend the ‘little guy’.The Financial Conduct Authority is supposed to have begun overlook of these plans and companies, of which there are many. I was visited myself by one such outfit, who even went as far as ‘recording’ the sales pitch, so he could supposedly be heard as promising nothing untoward, but when it came to the chosen plan, and for me to sign up and arrange to buy a ‘plan’, I baulked at the speed at which things were moving. So this bloke called his boss, and they went into high gear, pushing me to invest what, to me, is a fairly substantial amount of cash, even with a ‘reduced’ deposit, which was thought enough to make the sale. As I can still remember when the vultures were selling kitchens, as well as double-glazed windows, all on the same high pressure ‘get the signature’ ideal, and then you wait, and wait, for your purchase, I decided to just defer the whole thing.
And when researching that same company, whom I will not name, I found the same old pressure selling tactics as the failed firm.
MY advice, if you have the savings, keep them close, and tell your family to buy a simple burial or cremation service, and pay for it then and there. No investments, no platinum packages, your money is never at risk: simples!
The possible plot to change, irrevocably, the USA Supreme Court.
McCarthy Torches Pelosi Following Threat To Kavanaugh’s Life
Yesterday, the 6th June, was an auspicious day, in many, many ways. We had completed the acclamation of our Monarch, Elizabeth the Second, on the 70th anniversary of her coronation as Queen. Even as the Leftie-liberals tried to spew their distaste at the very presence of this amazing Lady: on the Mall, the Palace forecourt, and in homes and parties across our Nation; the great British Public showed their liking and admiration for a woman whose total life has been dedicated to their service.
It was also the 76th Anniversary of what General (later President) Dwight Eisenhower broadcast to the 150,000 troops marshalled on the ships, aircraft and embarkation beaches of Southern England in June 1944, “You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere march with you. The tide has turned,” he told them. “The free men of the world are marching together to victory. Good luck! And let us all beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.” Those words were the overture to the greatest invasion fleet ever assembled, as they began the journey which ended 11 months later with the unconditional surrender of Nazi Germany.
With the demise of the Soviet Union in December 1991, the West began to relax, the real enemies had disappeared, or so everyone thought. The rise of the States who broadcast their membership of the Atom Bomb, struck many chords in the West’s security and defense departments, but even with those events came the realisation that the MAD doctrine still applied, that of course being Mutual Assured Destruction. Even the historic enemies of India and Pakistan knew and accepted that possession does not necessarily means its use, which is why those old hatreds are curbed with reality. When even the tinpot, creaking stupidity which is North Korea has to accept that they may have that weaponry, but if they fire those missiles once, the whole country will disappear about five minutes later, and emerge, reformed into a large, irradiated parking area.
Everyone knows that Iran is near the uranium strength necessary to achieve fission, which means that the Mullahs’ time may be abruptly ended, as Israel knows that you cannot argue with a religious maniac, but that, happily is in the future.
But the last anniversary is also the saddest, because it signalled the 100 days after Vlad Putin’s Russia began the invasion of Ukraine, battering the eastern cities and towns with massed artillery just as they did in Syria. The !944 invasion was the free Allies marching to strike down the Nazi Empire; the invasion today is based upon a lie, there may be some right-wing elements in the Ukraine, but the Ukraine army posed no invasion threat to Russia. The military help from the West may help, but nothing can really compete with the massed artillery of Russia, because ‘Quantity has a Quality’ all of its own.
I would like to discuss with you today a thorny issues. Thorny because, to at least this slightly perplexed old Englishman, it is an arranged and nonsensical argument, proposed and supported by those left-wing individuals who are trying, and in many cases succeeding, to alter the very balance of civilised life in these worrying times.
I talk of course of the Gender argument, and of those attempts to push a drug-sought change to many children, who, as they approach puberty, are given very little help regarding their worries, suppositions and true concerns regarding the progression of their bodies in a sexual manner.
The Left, which is not normally as united as in this, are pushing for a universal adoption of the belief that a person can either change their gender, or adopt another by just stating so, and expecting everybody else to accept that this is their new ‘Status Quo’. They then extend this to announce that a woman can have a penis, and of course the accompanying genitalia, because a ‘Man’ has suddenly commenced believing that he is a ‘woman’; or is cis-gender, or any other combination of the absurd.
We see the fruits of this idiocy with the so-called ‘Trans’ woman who used to call herself a man, because, folks, that was what he (she) is and how he was born. A strapping six-foot odd man with broad shoulders, a muscular body and trained to a peak, suddenly states that he is now ‘her’, and starts swimming, and of course winning, in female races. The reality is pictured in him (her) standing on the podium, dwarfing the five-foot four females whom he (she) defeated.
There are only two sexes, male and female, man and woman: Gender is the range of characteristics pertaining to femininity and masculinity and differentiating between them. As we have developed over the tens of millenia, evolution has determined that men are more muscular, broad-shouldered and athletic, sufficient to the age-old task of the Hunter, the provider and the defender, the giver of life: whilst women are slighter, more rounded in physiology, and their secondary sexual signalling, such as rounded breasts and a curvy figure, states that they are ready to make the children which is the true course of that same evolution, in receiving and nurturing that life.
Viewer will note that I make no mention of the abberation which is homosexuality. Despite the massed political ‘bent’ lobby which has long sought for, and proclaimed ‘acceptance’; to me they are all perversions of the one true act, which can be only for the procreation of children.
Politicians should be wary of pandering to any of the cabals which preach the existence of the numbers of so-call ‘genders’ reaching towards one hundred. More so should they control, absolutely, the practices and indeed the very existence of clinics and the ‘medical practitioners within, which pushes experimental drugs, hormone treatments etc. into prepubescent children, who have no idea of the Frankenstein nature of the treatments so cavalierly employed upon their trusting bodies.
I know that it was a long time ago, and I also know the black man is now in charge (or at least allegedly in charge) but the basic truth of the tale as I recounted it still applies.
THE MEDICAL VULTURES ARE ACTIVE HERE
IF YOU OR YOUR RELATIVE IS DUE AN OPERATION IN THIS HOSPITAL, THERE ARE THINGS WORTH KNOWING FOR YOUR or their VERY SURVIVAL.
IF YOU ARE OLD, OR FRAIL, OR BOTH: BEWARE!
BECAUSE A STEALTHY TEAM WILL CHECK YOUR FILE.
IF YOU HAVE LIFE-THREATENING PROBLEMS, THEY DECIDE WHO LIVES, AND WHO DIES.
BY LAW, THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO ‘CONSULT’ WITH PATIENT AND FAMILY ABOUT THE PROCESS KNOWN AS Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation; OR C.P.R.
BUT THEY USE STATISTICS TO DECIDE IF YOU ARE ‘WORTH’ SAVING, OR SIGNING the D.N.A.C.P.R. Note.
IF THE STATISTICS SAY ‘NIX’; ITS ‘THUMBS DOWN’ FOR YOU OR YOUR NEAREST AND DEAREST: AND THERE IS NOW’T YOU CAN DO TO STOP THEM.
I apologise for the language, but even ten months after my wife died, I am still bitter about the manner in which my wife was given no chance at all. As for myself, I still await the reply from the hospital to my complaint.
The headlines screamed out: 31 dead, women and children floating, drowned in the Channel. The BBC Today programme spokesmen spoke in saddened terms and voices: How could the UK Government let this happen? Again and again they push on the themes of ‘They want to come here; why not just let them?’
A Good 80 percent of all those crossing the Channel are single men of fighting age. And all, all are Muslim.
As we saw at the Fishmongers hall, it only takes one Muslim with murder in his heart to cause death to innocents, before meeting the death he presumably wished under the guns of our policemen, and so far this year we have taken in over 30,000; all unvetted, all passed through, given cash, clothes and hotel accommodation, as well as the 25,000 from the sewage pit formerly known as Afghanistan
We have the power to turn those rubber dinghies around, and force them back across the Channel, but with the limp wrists in charge of the Border force and the Home Office, as long as we hold to the bloody Human /Rights garbage imported from Brussels, the lawyers and the judges will refuse to give way, and prevent the British people’s wish to send them back whence they come.
The French won’t move, despite the British cash paid to help stop this flood of fifth-columnists.
The Australians had the right idea, sending their pestilence to a remote island shithole, until they ask to be sent back home: why don’t we do the same?
At 11.00 a.m. this morning, I stood alone and silent, partly for all those veterans who died so that others may live free; but mainly in memory of the One I lost some five months ago.
She was the mother of my kids, now all grown up and away, she was my companion, my love and my life.
She was taken from me by a cruel fate which placed her in an NHS hospital which did not obey its own rules, and she died without even a caring hand to hold from the man who had promised, some fifty-three years earlier, to love and protect her “Until Death We do Part!”
I have made my formal complaint to the Trust and the Hospital after her Inquest, and we shall see what weasel words they produce in reply!
In mine own humble opinion, this one video should be played on every computer, tablet and phone in the whole of the United States of America.
It shows what depths a School Board has gone to to deny Parents their rights of Scrutiny
I have waited to speak on this subject, in deference to Her Majesty’s Coroner, to the legal process of the Inquest system; but mainly to ensure that my beloved wife is given HER due, in reminding everyone involved that no one is above the LAW!
To be human is to feel emotion. From the sounds of sixty-five thousand voices, most of whom were hoping against hope that England would soar against the curse which has bedevilled the very idea of a series of penalty kicks resultant in an English triumph, to the sound of a trumpet sounding ‘The Last Post’. I understand the emotions which grab the very core of a human’s mind, that very thing which separates us from the animals. When Shakespeare penned those words which he gave to Henry The Fifth in the scenes before the battle at Azincourt; did he wonder, or even imagine, that somehow the miracle of ‘Moving Pictures’ would immortalise his words in film, as Laurence Olivier brought that fervour to a distinctly unimaginative army of bowmen?
Some may scorn the bagpipes, but, to a semi-detached Gaelic mind, the skirl of ‘Amazing Grace’, or ‘Flowers of the Forest’ brings a tangible moment where the skin just tightens around the back of one’s neck; the heart beats just that bit faster, the pride in those emotions surfaces for many.‘ For my wife, it was the majestic Song to the Moon from Rusalka by Dvorak, sung by Milada Subrtova. We both loved classical music. My wife veered more towards music from ballet, as she also was possibly happiest when watching her favourites. My late brother, knowing that we were due across to England on holiday some four decades ago, booked tickets to see Nureyev; and my wife thought that she was nearing ‘nirvana’, watching her hero dance to the music she adored. My own tastes veered towards the music of the masters, Beethoven, Mozart and Vivaldi. That the music she loved most was that played as the curtains slowly closed around her coffin was chosen by myself, but, IF I HAD ONLY KNOWN, that same music could have continued to sooth her troubled mind for months, if not for years.
Of all the myriad human emotional lamentations, without any doubt the most common is the expression ‘If only I had known’. As I kissed my wife farewell, as I raised my phone and sadly snapped the last image, as I know now it to be, of my wife, as I watched her be wheeled away towards the lifts and the awaiting wards: ’If only I had known’.
If Only I Had Known that at least one man would treat her as just a case, not a human being but as an exercise in ridding him, and his hospital, of a tiresome presence if things didn’t go as planned. I doubt if the word ‘criminal’ even strayed across his consciousness as he phoned this unsuspecting husband, sick with worry over a hospitalised, injured wife, and entered on a long prepared monologue about how elderly people could not withstand the shock of resuscitation, and often did not survive for long, even if they recovered. The words “Do Not Attempt Resuscitation’, or “Do Not Attempt Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation” form part of both NHS and Hospital Trust Documentation”; but, as I discovered, their use is hushed, hindered, and indeed, rarely spoken out loud.
IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN that this arrogant scumbag would slap a DNACPR notice upon my frail, ill, injured wife’s bedside file, because, IN HIS F*****G OPINION, it was in her best interests to just be left to die. To die without at least a comforting hand from a man and a husband who had faithfully kept his promise, in those words which still echo down the decades “In sickness and in health,’til death us do part!”
If only I had known that the ruling Hospital document for the DNR acronym, or the more authoritative DNACPR acronym, which of course refers to Do Not Attempt Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation had not been revised for over five years, and even then was treated like another piece of hospital documentation; I would have acted and spoken very, very differently in defence of how my wife, of some fifty-three years of marriage, would be treated and respected, instead of, as she actually was treated, as a piece of garbage, to be got rid of as soon as possible!
The sheer arrogance exhibited by the Hospital Trust in its documentation is only matched by the same arrogance which infests the people whom carry out the demands and operations noted by the pages which state how the process known as DNR, or ‘Do Not Resuscitate’ is operated. The needs of both patient and of family caring for that patient are ill-served by that document, in or out-of-date as it so obviously is. Time after time, in both National NHS and Hospital, the statement is made that Patients or Legally appointed Family Members should be told and encouraged to understand the DNACPR legislation as judged to be necessary. Unfortunately, I was never, ever told that a DNAR notice featured on my Jacqueline’s file, otherwise I would have laid siege to the the bloody hospital!
As I discovered during the actual Inquest, the DNR notice may have sped my wife’s passage towards an untimely death. She was doing fine after the operation, but her breathing became erratic, but instead of immediately administering CPR which MIGHT have aided recovery, she was left untouched by the hospital team, her progress towards death was unimpeded by any effort to sustain life simply and solely because of the presence of that Do Not Apply Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation notice, which has the full effect of Law.
There is No Appeal against a DNACPR Document
The ONLY concession I achieved during the Inquest was when the surgeon, who actually seemed a decent enough bloke, said “The Process should maybe have been handled better!”
My own thoughts on the ‘Process’ are, unfortunately: UNPRINTABLE!
I really thought I would never see the day when I would totally agree with Vladimir Putin, but that day finally arrived when I read Putin’s condemnation of Western ideas regarding Transgender policies.
Vladimir Putin has claimed it is ‘monstrous’ that Western children are taught that they can change their gender.
The Russian President, speaking in Sochi, said it is ‘close to a crime against humanity’ for young boys and girls to learn about becoming transgender.
The Kremlin leader said: ‘It is terrible when children in the West are taught the idea that a boy can become a girl.’
He said: ‘(It is a) simply monstrous moment when children are pushed to believe from early on that a boy can easily become a girl, and vice versa.
‘They are pushed to believe they have a choice, imposed while parents are swept aside.
‘And a child is forced to make a decision that can break their life.’
I disagree with the Russian Federation regarding their treatment of homosexuals, because the gay community should have a right to live as they wish, but Putin is talking about kids, about children; whose minds cannot be said to be fully formed and are therefore easily swayed that their Gender is a matter of choice. When the best medical and scientific minds state, categorically, that Sex is defined in the womb; either male or female, and no amount of propaganda can alter that statement.
The Lefty, Liberal idea is for kids as young as seven or eight to have the capacity to choose their gender; that a boy can dress as a girl because he feels as a girl, he feels feminine: or vice versa. That is bad enough, but when puberty-blocking drugs are prescribed for youngsters, when life-altering decisions are pushed upon youngsters who cannot think for themselves: well, in my view, Vlad is dead right, and these abominable decisions regarding Western children, based upon some lefty-liberal idea dredged from fantasy land, must be stopped, by Law.
It is my firm belief that we, as a nation, should go back to the Cambridge English Dictionary, so as to establish a term, a name, a noun for a female, especially these females, who simply do not deserve the Title, the honourable Name: of a Mother.
A Mother is not only the one who carries you for nine months before giving you life; a Mother is the one who brings you up, who gives her own life as an example to her child; who bandages your knee, and then kisses it better; who tucks you in at night; who worries beyond reason when you are ten minutes late, after you promised that you would be back on time from a date, or from a dance. A Mother is the one who loves you unconditionally, and would stand in front to protect you from harm.
What indeed would you call a lesbian and her ‘wife/partner/whatever’ who battered tiny Star Hobson so fiercely that her main vein carrying blood back to the heart from the legs and organs of the abdomen had been torn, causing major blood loss.
Star also suffered a split to the liver, a tear to the fatty attachments of the bowel and bruising to the lower part of the lungs and the pancreas.
Prosecutor Alistair MacDonald QC said the injuries had been caused by a severe and forceful blow or blows, ‘either in the form of punching, stamping or kicking to the abdomen’.
Sixteen month-old Star was left lying dead on the floor for fifteen minutes before this couple of monsters concocted a plan to lie to the ambulance staff, before they made a 999 call to those Emergency Services.
As the trial progresses, it would be both unwise and illegal to further comment upon the fate of these two monsters: but I believe it is perfectly acceptable to opine that to call this pair ‘monsters’ is being grossly unfair to the monsters of this world.
It is a sad fact today that voices which tend to speak CERTAIN opposing views and CERTAIN viewpoints tend to be swiftly silenced, especially by the tech giants who run the well-known and well-used apps.
So I wonder how long Father Edward Meeks’ voice will be allowed to reverberate across the bandwidths of the West?
I left the Church a long time back, but it does my old bones good to hear a religious voice echoing many of the thoughts which run through my mind.
The Man in question used to be an American Protestant Pastor, but didn’t like the sounds he was hearing from his own Church’s hierarchy, so switched to the Roman Catholic, which at least has held to certain beliefs, NO MATTER WHAT!
Folks, I give you the voice of One who, whatever your religious preferences are, says exactly what is in his mind, and which maybe should be on yours.
At this tragic time for Sir David Amess’ family, I hate to speak the truth, but his death was brought on by his own Government, the last Labour Government, and by, unfortunately, his own, and the rest of his fellow MPs actions and inactions in and outside of Parliament.
It is said that one of Her Majesty’s crowning achievements is the continuation and strengthening of the British Commonwealth of Nations. I have always had a deep and abiding respect for Queen Elizabeth, I believe that we here in these ‘Sceptred Isles’ have been fortunate enough, for over seventy years, to have a Monarch who is truly ‘Non Pareil’. But, and I am certain that there is, and always has been, a caveat within the Governments who have ruled in Her name. They have seemingly always given preference, in immigration terms, to people who are citizens of that Commonwealth.
Residents from Canada, Australia, New Zealand, overwhelmingly white, Anglo-Saxon and mainly Christian, people just like ourselves, have always been welcomed, mainly because they are, indeed, just like us. When in the European Union, the migrants we welcomed were overwhelmingly from Poland, a Christian Country, from all over the European Union came people mainly just like us, with the exception of Romania and Bulgaria. But, in 1997, camed the Labour secret of pulling in Diversity migrants from the farther corners and crevices of that Commonwealth; from India, Pakistan, Bangladesh: mainly all of whom were Muslim. This insane policy was carried on by the Tories, none of whom seemed to give two shits about the lunacy of dropping thousands of foreigners, with vastly differing idea and ideals, into their constituents’ neighbourhoods.
When the British Army was fighting the IRASinnFein murderers, on both the Province and the Mainland, they knew exactly what sort of terrorist they were dealing with. They knew about the car bombs, they knew about the IRA’s habit of shooting soldiers in the back, but they also knew that that same IRA had a healthy policy for saving their own skins. But when the first of the Muslim terror attacks began, the Army and the Police were faced with a different foe: a foe who wanted to die, as long as he killed as many as he could find within the reach of his suicide belt, all for the glory of his prophet Mohammed.
We come now to the present day, when over 17,000 dingy divers have crossed over the Channel this year alone. I would estimate about eighty percent of those arriving were young Muslim men of fighting age.Then add the estimated 25,000 bloody Afghan ‘refugees’ evacuated from that Muslim cess pit, because, mainly, their brother’s cousin’s father’s sister worked for the British Army about fifteen years ago. Add that tiny number to the three-odd million Muslims already here, the vast majority who have come, legally or or illegally, and then remember that Sir David Amess was murdered by a member of a Somali family who have lived here for twenty years, and, as one neighbour stated “’The family have been here for more than 20-years and are very quiet but really nice, friendly people. The children didn’t play out much, they always tended to be inside studying.’
The bloody Muslims cannot be trusted, their ‘effing Koran is all they read and obey. The belief is that this killer was ‘Radicalised’ during the Covid lockdown. Bollocks; remember when it was confirmed that a poll conducted, in 2005 by the Fafo Foundation in the Palestinian Authority, found that 65% of respondents supported the September 11 attacks. This desire to kill, to maim and murder is in their Koran, their bloody DNA, and the only way to exorcise this cancer in the midst of us is to perform drastic political surgery!
Reform these insane ‘Human Rights Laws’, bring back a robust prison system, allow all forms of communication intercepts: state categorically that no-one gets out of prison early, institute reforms to Migration systems to suspend and stop any further migration from Commonwealth Countries whom we will choose, and best of all, bring back Capital Punishment for all and any Murder!
Late July, I wrote a post condemning the spending of some £100 millions to excavate and build yet another Holocaust Memorial, slap bang in the centre of London. My opinion, stated at the base of my writing, was to ditch plans to build this excavated monstrosity, and go instead with the visionary idea of:-
“What we do need is to send copies of ‘The Scourge of the Swastika’ to every school, college and University, and make them part of the Syllabus, along with a devastating video named ‘Holocaust: Night will Fall’, and the instruction should be that EVERY student should watch it, in class or hall.
In sending those two items, a simple, terrible, truthful book and a truly authoritative video, to every educational establishment in Great Britain & Northern Ireland; the youngsters who would read those truly terrible yet dispassionate words are the ones who need reminding that a modern European Nation State, along with the vast majority of its inhabitants, both civilian and military, knew what was happening, and did nothing.
I read this morning of the opening of the Imperial War Museum’s Holocaust Gallery, and read of the Tie Pin which sounds a louder warning tone than anything possibly planned for the new Holocaust Memorial, to be sited right next to Parliament.
The Tie Pin is accompanied by the sad, terrible but truthful words from a Barclays Bank branch where a man named Marek Kellerman had deposited the pin for safe-keeping in 1939:-
Marek Kellerman was a brush merchant from Bratislava, Czechoslovakia.In 1939, he deposited this tie pin in a branch of Barclays Bank while in London on business. He never returned to collect it. Nothing is known of what happened to Marek, and all attempts to trace him have been unsuccessful. There are many like him.
My late brother was a Newcastle United fan all of his adult life. Based in London, he would travel all over England to the ‘away’ games; and the journeys up to the ‘Toon’ for a Saturday match were taken with the fervour of visiting a shrine. He was, in the words he used, “just another Newcassel fan; nothing special”.
But I wonder if my brother was still alive, if he would have been, in spirit at least, cheering the result of the Saudi Arabian buy-out of his treasured club? We all saw the pictured fans, one even wearing a black-and-white checkered tea towel as a headdress, as a tribute to the new owners: we saw the cheering drunken shower parading at the stadium: all laying homage to the piles of Saudi cash reputed to be heading towards St. James’ Park.
And that last sentence really says it all. A football team, living on the thinning shreds of a past glory, losing consistently with little investment on either the grounds, or the team. A billionaire owner who just wants to recoup his outlay,and maybe make a few more millions; ties up with the leader of a Nation which goes against so many of the ideals which we in the West consider normal that Saudi Arabia appears to be almost alien. The new Leader, Mohammed bin Salman, the head of the Sovereign Wealth fund which has provided 80% of the £300 million purchase price, is supposed to be moving his country towards the West.
I wonder if “Moving towards the West’ means dropping plans to murder any more journalists who disagree with MBS, as he likes to be known? I wonder if the average Geordie ‘Toon’ fan knows or even cares that MBS planned the abduction, murder and dismemberment of Jamal Khashoggi in the Saudi Consulate in Turkey’s Istanbul? He was persuaded to enter that building to obtain a document confirming his divorce, to that he could marry. He was drugged, suffocated, then his body was dismembered by the use of a bone hacksaw, the remains smuggled out for dispersal.
The buy-out was confirmed by the Premier League, with MBS being confirmed as being a ‘Fit and proper person’ to head the buy out consortium. I just wonder if the Premier League has ever read anything apart from the Sport back pages, and their bank statements?
I note that NASA, almost unique in terms of American Government organisations, has decided that what policies or philosophies a NASA administrator possibly had overseen in the past, should have no influence upon the right of NASA to keep his name on an orbiting telescope.
Seems as though literally hordes of LGBTQ activists and other Social Justice-minded scientists were calling for NASA to change the name of the James Webb Space Telescope to reflect the name of someone who was supposed to be against homosexuals in NASA, and was also accused by his detractors of encouraging subordinates to target homosexuals, and encourage them to leave NASA employ.
Although none have put forwards any proof that Webb was against homosexuals at all, the fact that one homosexual was fired because, he himself alleges, he was a homosexual, seems to the SWJ mob to be enough to get the name change through.
I have always been minded in my belief that the past should lie undisturbed. What a man did or was party to, a couple of decades, or a couple of centuries ago, whether reprehensible in today’s terms or not; must not be allowed to colour our beliefs in that past, in modern times. The sheer lunacy of the statue demolishers, the alleged thought processes of students who profess to be offended by a painting, a statue, or the name of the person who bequeathed the cash to build a hall or a university: they should be told, abruptly: “If you do not like the symbolism of the man who funded the building of this college; then you have the perfect excuse to depart, for we do not expect you to remain.”
So, all success to NASA, who simply refused to be bullied into a Space Telescope name change, because of some unproven allegations!
The tragic murder of Sarah Everard by a serving, warranted Policeman has seen the birth of reams of newsprint regarding the possibility of more attacks on women under the cover of the reality that the man stopping a woman by virtue of his showing a warrant card gives that man virtually Carte Blanche; if that man is a pervert and a rapist.
By the sinister and devious actions of one policeman, suddenly the whole balance within civic society as regards Law and Order is put at risk. As I previously wrote, the Trust between the public and the Police has long been frayed, almost to breaking point: and now the impact of one murderous clown who carried a Police Warrant Card is becoming akin to the feather falling on to an equally balanced scale which represents the Consent between the Public and the Police.
To a very large extent, the police have brought this upon themselves; for the sheer stupidities of; amongst others, ignoring the pleas of literally hundreds if not thousands of white girls and young women to investigate their sexual abuse, rape and virtual slavery caused by ONE segment of the population: namely Pakistani and Afghani men, most of whom will never see the inside of a court, never mind a jail cell; all because of worries that any stance against a bunch of Muslim rapists would be seen as ‘Racist’. Not forgetting the sheer lunacy of sending drones to spy on walkers in places where ”They shouldn’t be” according to their interpretation of the so-called Covid laws. Or the equal stupidity of charging a young man with rape, only for indisputable proof to emerge from the digital memory of his accuser’s phone and Facebook pages that the female in question was, shall we say, less than trustworthy! The list could go on, but I believe that I have made my point, which is, simply put: Trust is earned, not placed automatically.
The bus? Whilst Police Scotland brought out a measured response to help alleviate the worries of women approached by a single policeman, all the Metropolitan Police had to offer was to advise worried women to “Wave down a passing Bus”!