The Pestilence Across the Channel

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?

Fare Well; My lovely!

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!


Grief: A Very Personal Testimony

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!

Vlad Putin is dead right on so-called Transgender kids

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.

No Mothers There!

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.

A Voice With A Difference

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.

MP’s death was Assisted suicide

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!

“I’ll pick up my Tie Pin upon my return from Germany.”

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. 

St. James Park. The new Shrine for Blood Money 

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?

NASA stands tall; No Name Change for James Webb Telescope.

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!

You can never find a BUS when you need one.

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”!

Trust the Police? You’ve got to be Joking!

Amongst the many anguished published pieces after the appalling murder by a SERVING policeman of a young and vibrant woman, there have been many stories about how the public’s TRUST in the various Police Services (to use THEIR vocabulary) has been weakened; or in many cases severely threatened.

My generation really used to RESPECT the Police Force wherever they lived. We accepted the low level corruptions which did exist, the free sandwiches and cups of tea, dished out to officers on the beat, because we knew that they were doing a sometimes dangerous job for a salary which was definitely not of the higher grades. But we knew that those men, and it was overwhelmingly Men, who donned those dark blue uniforms, and patrolled the streets of our towns and cities, armed only with a whistle, a truncheon, a widely-spread emergency telephone system; and a reinforced helmet. No promotions to either higher ranks, or the (allegedly) cushier job of ‘detective’ came about until the officer concerned had pounded a beat for at least three or four years, and had learned who was ‘bent’ and who was not: in their wider patch. 

But the do-gooders became involved, and suddenly the victims of crime took second stage to the bloody criminals, and prison became part of a ‘rehabilitation process’, along with the discovery that all that criminal activity wasn’t because the scum were too lazy or too thick to do a proper job: but because they had been brought up in ‘Poverty’, and hed therefore to be ‘understood’ rather than punished.

Further dilution of the Police process came about through the recruitment of ‘University Graduates’ whom were then fast tracked through the ranks, with further points being awarded if the recruit was either Black or Asian: mainly because they were ‘underrepresented’ in the various ‘Services’, and therefore has to be promoted without that vital ‘Street’ experience. Also deviants were welcomed into the Service, because really mixed-up people were also in seemingly short supply: for example we would never have seen a Caressing O’Tool in the police, never mind promoted to the highest ranks. That same Caressing whose ‘heavy mob’ had surrounded an unarmed South American bloke on a train: and were simply ordered to “Take the Shot”.

Further things took the police down an increasingly ‘politicised’ pathway, and they were seemingly given an ‘Overlord’ by virtue of a politically-biased Police & Crime Commissioner: which title is akin to a Commissar, but shorn of the Red Flag; but now gives ready access to heavy automatic rifles, and also is extremely fond of painting their police cars with rainbow bursts, presumably to further attract either the flies or the deviants.

As a signal, let us take a brief look at present-day policing,which involves attempts by a bunch of anarchists to block high-speed motorways. Now the various Police areas have been given the power to arrest these eco-loons for Contempt of Court, and sling them inside for up to five years.What is actually done? They make sure none of  these anarchists gets hurt by facilitating the traffic blocks, do arrest them: AND THEN RELEASE THESE CLOWNS TO GO BACK AND BLOCK ANOTHER MOTORWAY the very next day!

And then the questions emerge as to why a raging sex maniac was ever allowed near a Police Uniform, trusted to hold a gun, and even form part of a Diplomatic Protection Squad.

Trust! The various Governments and Home Secretaries who implemented all those changes have demolished the basic Trust which used to abound between the public and the Police, and it will take decades to repair; if ever!

Just ask Boris about Gas

On December 9th, 2012, a British Politician stated, categorically, that the solution to British worries about her Energy Needs was clearly available, and all it required was the Political Will.

The solution? Shale Gas, deep underground. ready and waiting to be ‘Fracked’, or released for the rock in which the gas is trapped by ‘Fracturing’ that rock with chemicals injected under high pressure.

He was equally clear that the Political Will was there, as stated by the then Environment Secretary, and endorsed by the then Chancellor, George Osborne.

But, he moaned, “Alas, we are in a Coalition, and the Liberals run the Department of Energy and Climate Change. They have announced a moratorium on fracking, claiming that there have been earthquakes in the Blackpool area – even though there are tiny quakes every day. In what they thought was a cunning move, the Lib Dems also leaked the location of two big reserves of shale gas – in Tatton and Shropshire North. Much to his credit, Owen Paterson immediately announced that he was all in favour of fracking his constituency if it would deliver jobs and growth, and he is dead right. The shale gas discovery is hateful to the Libs and the Greens, because it destroys their narrative about the ever rising cost of hydrocarbons. It is glorious news for humanity. It doesn’t need the subsidy of wind power. I don’t know whether it will work in Britain, but we should get fracking right away.”

The Politician, who was so forthright in his aim, which of course was to give Britain access to cheap Energy: was of course none other than:-

Boris Johnson

Ask a Question

I asked a Question at the Council Meeting. Basically, I was asking why the previous Labour administration had loaned, together with another NGO, some six million quid to a Cricket Club.

All I got in reply was how the Cricket Club brought first-class cricket to the North East, and how wonderful it was, and how the Council just “knew” that the money would somehow be paid back

Check Item 5 @ 26 Minutes in to video

The Proven Virus Killer Which You Have Never Heard Of.

I consider myself to be an average man. Opinionated? Possibly so, but that used to be the birthright of every free-born Englishman. My late wife used to despair at my instincts to complain if I felt that the standards of service when we ate out at some restaurant which did no come up to my expectations. 

So when, some eighteen months ago, this Government rammed though Parliament some highly restrictive Laws which literally took our freedoms away, brought our economy crashing down, made millions nearly destitute because they were unable to work, held millions more hostage because they were elderly, and living in care homes: all because of a virus which is proven to be deadly only to the vulnerable, the very old, and the truly stupid: I became more than concerned.

This Government then spent billions (borrowed, because we don’t have money ourselves) on masks and gowns and other paraphernalia which simply weren’t up to spec; all in a frantic attempt to show that they were doing something.

Fair enough, some extremely clever scientists, in GB&NI, Europe and America produced vaccines which, although very costly, were tested and found to be efficacious in the production of antibodies, which is, presumably, the gold standard for this type of process. In GB&NI, in Europe, in America and in China (the source of the virus), the race was on to convince whole populations to accept the jabs; but problems arose when a sizeable proportion of those same populations decided that they did not trust the politicians or the scientists when they declared that those vaccines were safe. The arguments raged on, with politicians suddenly over-fond of the sweeping powers which they had granted themselves, and virtually overturning Democracy in the process.

An American President was treated with a revolutionary drug combination which worked, and which saved his life; but the treatment wasn’t pushed for inclusion into the general population, possibly because that President was Donald Trump, and what he favoured was anathema to his Opposition in both political and scientific worlds. The time wore on, many thousands died during the time before the vaccines became readily available, but, certainly in the West-oriented world, no other solutions were tried or adopted.

But hang about, over in Uttar Pradesh, an Indian State, the use of Ivermectin has proven so successful that the authorities are reporting that  COVID cases are plummeting in India thanks to new rules that promote Ivermectin and hydroxychloroquine to its massive population. The 33 districts in Uttar Pradesh, India have now become free from COVID-19 government informed on Friday. The recovery rate has increased up to 98.7% proving the effectiveness of IVERMECTIN as part of the “Uttar Pradesh Covid Control Model.” 

Despite this overwhelming success, no Mainstream Media, no TV or major newspaper carries this news, except to disdain and vilify the very idea that Ivermectin is of any use other than as a Horse DeWormer.

So, should we all continue to hold to the idea that the ONLY road is a Vaccine, or should we see what effect Ivermectin has in some form of controlled trial, just like they did in India?

9/11: It is a sad day on which to report failure; but failure it was, and still is.

After the airborne attacks on the Twin Towers and the Pentagon, America and her NATO allies went in to Afghanistan with the following aims: to defeat and remove the Taliban from power, to rid a Foreign Sovereign State of the terrorist training ground it had become; to find and exterminate the pestilence upon the earth of Al Qaeda, along with its leader, Usama bin Laden.

Yes, the Taliban were removed from power, but never militarily defeated, as they simply hid their weaponry, and henceforth became a mobile guerilla army, armed, paid and protected by the well-known but never officially acknowledged ties with Pakistan’s Inter Services Intelligence. True, the Allies got rid of Al Qaeda; they eventually hunted down and killed Usama bin Laden, hiding in plain sight less than two miles away from Pakistan’s premier military academy. 

And then the mistakes began. The Administrators, such as the blithering British idiot Rory Stewart, forgot about, or rather never really understood; Afghan Society. They forgot that Soviet Russia had invaded, bled and then withdrawn; aided by American missiles, launched by the Mujahideen. They forgot that England, over a century earlier, had also invaded, had her armies cut to pieces, and had withdrawn, defeated. For centuries, it has been built upon one keystone, and that keystone is Islam. The religious, tribal, family and relative structures, refined and honed over some eleven centuries, have made Muslim Afghan society almost impenetrable when it comes to change, despite the so-called Liberal values which some claim enhances Western Democracies.

The do-gooders pushed for female Afghans to be educated, to be allowed the same sorts of freedoms commonplace in the West. They pushed for women to be included in regional and national Government; always in the wrong-headed belief that a male-dominated Afghan society would view these moves as ’progressive’. 

But worse was to follow, because the leaders, the alleged ‘thinkers’ in American, British and Allied Governments began thinking about nation building. I kid you not, those fools thought they could change the very mindset of a Society which has built itself around an insular Stone Age belief structure, and get them to embrace Western values. How daft can you get?

So, when things started going badly, when the Taliban commenced their return; instead of washing our collective hands of the whole caboodle, the Americans, having drawn down their forces, went back in in force, and the stupid bloody Brits went back in to Helmand alongside them. The idea then was that they would ‘train’ the Afghan Armed Forces, and once they had been trained, then America and those trailing along on the coattails could commence leaving. After all, the Afghan generals could be trusted, the Afghan Government, headed by America’s ‘chosen one’, was firmly in power, the untold millions of dollars spent on military hardware gave the Afghans the edge over any foe, corruption was defeated: all was well: nothing could go wrong! 

If Olympus existed, you could just imagine all those Greek Gods, those Deities rolling around the floor, helpless with laughter.

Then the whole thing began to totter. Donald Trump was the President, and he wanted all the American forces back home, and an end to the ‘forever’ war. His plan was simple, get all the weaponry out, then the American civilians, then the chosen compromised Afghans; compromised because they had either worked for the Americans, or had worked in the liberal ways which the Allies had imported. And then, when everyone else has been airlifted, the military themselves would leave; and the Afghans would then be running their own Country. 

But Joe Biden became the President, and he decided to speed things up. He told the generals that the fastest way was the best, announce a general retreat, and first to evacuate was Bagram Airbase, the best fortified place in the whole of Afghanistan; and the Taliban wouldn’t notice. After all, the Afghan Army was the best trained and equipped; what could go wrong?

As everyone now knows, the whole Afghan caboodle collapsed in less than a week, and that has been covered many, many times. America has landed itself with one hundred thousand Afghans; 95% of whom have never been checked, The Brits have invited in some fifteen thousand savages: what have we done? 

I would therefore end by placing four photographs, the contents of which are self-explanatory.





Vote for the voice that doesn’t promise very much.

I read with great interest the House of Commons debate on the forthcoming Elections BIll. Many thousands of words spoken, and sometimes spouted, for and against clauses in the Bill, which is supposed to be about securing the vote process. The proponents bleated on for seemingly hours about voter ID, about who should hold a photograph card, and how it is always the blacks, the asians, the minorities who will be disenfranchised because they don’t have ID; which of course is complete and total bollox.

They went fifteen times around O’Houlihan’s barn nitpicking about inconsequentials, and totally ignored the huge Elephant seated placidly in the corner. The name of that Elephant? Postal Voting. Only one MP bothered to really comment, but the Government ignored his voice. 

A supporter of Postal Votes seems to want everything handed on a plate to the user, ignoring all the many pitfalls given air space by the fact that no-one, once that ballot paper leaves the issuing authority, knows categorically that the ballot paper has been completed, in secret, by the person to whom that ballot is addressed. To receive, to actually qualify for a postal vote in GB&NI, all you have to do is ask for it. You don’t have to have a reason, whether it be a disability, or illness, or sheer laziness, or the fact that, in most Muslim households, and in many Labour-supporting homes as well, the man, acting as head of the household, takes possession of those ballots, and fills them in as he wishes, seals them, and posts them back to the Electoral Officer, and ALL other family members, male and female, are thereby disenfranchised.

I would alter the  requirements dealing with Postal Votes. A Postal or Proxy Vote would be only available if a Document was completed which would certify that:-

  • the voter literally cannot physically move out of the home to gain access to the Polling Station.
  • The voter has a Mental Illness
  • The voter has a verified illness such as Agoraphobia, which precludes his or her movement into the open air.
  • The voter will be out of the country at the time of the Election.

This Document would then have to hold the signatures of three independent doctors, none of whom shall be registered to treat the voter as a patient: or, if an Employer, a minimum of three Directors should sign.

If you cannot bother your arse to get up and either walk or drive the short distance to a Polling Station, then you don’t deserve the rare gift of voting in any Election.

Censorship: The First Defence of Dictatorship

Stalin knew the power of the printed word. So when he commenced his Great Purge, newspapers were forced to obliterate any images of those unfortunates who had either come under the KGB’s suspicion; or who had already been exterminated.




A well-known example of Communism’s ‘Disappeared’ was the photograph of the ‘meeting of the St. Petersburg chapter of the Union of Struggle for the Liberation of the Working Class in February 1897.’

The man standing to the right of Vladimir Lenin (Seated, behind the table) was ‘Disappeared’ and presumably executed. He had become a non-person!

Unfortunately, here in the third decade of the twentieth century, we aren’t far away from Stalin’s purges and Lenin’s fanaticism. You don’t believe me? You just try standing up and speaking on religion, or politics, or indeed on virtually any subject under the sun at Speakers’ Corner or a High Street, and see how far you get before you are arrested, bundled into a police car, and later released, because you tried to speak your mind. The bloody police later stated ““That is the role of the police, even if a decision is subsequently made that their actions are not criminal. In this case, it was deemed appropriate to remove the man from the area.”

Fair enough, the preacher was later paid £2,500.00 as damages; he wasn’t executed: but he was SILENCED!

Let’s look at Australia, a Nation which used to be a shining example of freedom, in all respects of that elusive ‘Right’. When I visited Australia when I was in the Merchant Navy, the truth is that you could say or write anything about anybody or any thing. As long as you could prove that you were speaking the truth, and you weren’t inciting violence; the sky was the limit in ‘the Lucky Country’.

My, my; how times have changed. As blogger Jo Nova relates, “A Sydney doctor has been hauled before the NSW Medical Board after he questioned evidence behind Covid-19 vaccines and promoted unapproved treatments, including Hydroxychloroquine and Ivermectin, in a case that will test the limits of what medical professionals can say publicly.”

Yep, for the vile crime of saying what he thinks and sincerely believes, the Authorities have suspended this Anaesthetist’s licence, and are trying to gag him. 


And while we’re on the subject of Censorship, how come literally no one has ever mentioned or championed Ivermectin in GB&NI?

If they took no notice before, why bother now?

I think we Brits have rather good memories. We can still remember  the headlines such as:-

  • British-Pakistani researchers say 84% of grooming gang members are Asian: ‘It’s very important we talk about it’

  • Justice Isn’t Blind, It Just Looks The Other Way.

  • Rotherham grooming gang sentenced to combined 103 years in prison for rape and sex abuse of girls

And so on, and so Forth, etc., etc.

So why does the average Brit, upon reading this headline, yawn, shake head in despair and disgust, and looks elsewhere? 

Because we know that you cannot train a lifetime of learning the ‘effing Koran out of young men who respect every word, term and sentence in that Book.

You cannot train a lifetime of treating women as breeders of children, AND OF NOTHING ELSE. with the sort of teaching so loved by lefty volunteers.

How many are supposed to be imported and imposed  upon an unwilling population? 20,000? 30,000

And how long will it be before we we see the same headlines from the new Muslim Army?

When were we Brits asked if we wanted a new Muslim surge into GB&NI?


I forget how many times I heard the plaintive anonymous voices on either TV or radio, all saying the same thing. “I worked as an Interpreter for the British Forces in the past, I fear for my life; so you have to give myself, my wife and my seven children, plus my whole extended family numbering another twenty-three people, permanent residence in Great Britain.”

When were we asked if we should open those leaky borders?

When were we even asked if we thought that all these Muslims deserved a place in GB&NI?

Let me remind readers of only one statistic: but, a truly vitally important statistic. It only takes one of these thousands to commence buying hydrogen peroxide, most commonly found in hair products, along with two other chemicals equally available online or in stores, to make a suicide vest, along with the nuts and bolts which would form the shrapnel: much the same as the Manchester Arena bomb.

It only takes one to become a suicide bomber: and we are letting thousands of these putative terrorists in, without even the facade of a screening programme!


Why do We have to import the Afghans?

When the Allies overwhelmed the Taliban, a polyglot mob of religious zealots who controlled Afghanistan in 2001, the excuse then was that the Taliban gave shelter to Al Qaeda, and its Saudi-born leader Usama bin Laden. That leader who had planned and supported the attacks on the Pentagon and the Twin Towers. 

The overwhelming might of the American and Allied attack swept this bunch of religious fruit-and-nut-cases out of power: and then the first decisions were made which ended up, twenty years later, with the Taliban sweeping all before them, as the Yanks were withdrawn under Joe Biden’s ‘cut and run’ orders. Those decisions? Those stupid and sincerely made Decisions?

Such as the decision to attempt to impose the ideals of a liberal democracy upon a feudal, religious, fragmented tribal society.

Such as the decision to overturn a Muslim male-dominated ethos, and educate girls and women.

Such as the decision to ‘live’ with the corruption endemic with Afghan society.

Such as the decision not to eliminate the poppy fields which fed the vast heroin industry.

Such as the decision to send Allied forces back into Afghanistan, which ended with the ignominious retreats by both the British from Helmand, and now the Yanks from Kabul.

And what do we now hear from the liberal Chattering Classes?

We must shoehorn thousands of bloody Muslims into British cities, because we promised them a better life; because they were our ‘loyal interpreters’: etc., etc.

No. we don’t owe them anything.

We should get out of Afghanistan, close our borders against this Muslim invasion by the back door: and NEVER, EVER, go back. 

Now we’ll see who is really in charge; The Lying Politicians, Or The Taxpayers

The High Lords of the  world, otherwise known as International Panel on Climate Change, allegedly the world’s leading authority on climate science; have spoken, and to quote Private Fraser of the Walmington-on-Sea Home Guard, “We’re all doomed, I tell you”.

So the doomster brigade, led by the snivelling Chris Packham, along with Boris’ wife Carrie, along with all the usual suspects; will be getting tready to tell Boris and his Government that we should be, well,the list grows longer by the minute. High up will be making petrol and diesel cars unaffordable by increasing road tax by 259%; then a advertising and ‘nudge unit’ bombardment to stop people eating meat; then bringing in a moratorium on all road building; then a decree that all gas boilers should be switched off immediately: etc. etc., etc. Thats just for starters. They’ll be issuing plans for multi-millions contracts to build ever larger wind turbine fields, and planning to close all gas-powered power stations; along with all the other Green Garbage: and all to achieve exactly what?

To remove approximately 1.000258% of the so-called Greenhouse gases pumped out by the rest of the world. 

But however the plans are pushed, some brave bastard is going to have to tell the British Public, long inured to the fool’s paradise inhabited by the Political Class, how much THEY’re going to  be told; not asked but TOLD, how much its going to cost THEM. In terms of cash, the cost of replacing gas boilers with inefficient Electrical Heat pumps and external insulation amounts to a staggering £8.25 hundred millions. 

Ignore all the other costs, just let the British Public know exactly HOW MUCH THEY WILL BE PAYING to achieve, exactly what? A 1.000258% drop in CO2 emissions!

Do this bunch really expect India and China, who between them push out over 55% of all these alleged Climate Changing Carbon Dioxide gases to eliminate the power stations which use the COAL, and pump out Electricity and the ‘effing Carbon Dioxide that everyone says is warming up this planet? There is no way these two giants will turm off the power stations ,because their citizens would simply rebel.

Carrie might be seriously pissed, but I reckon Boris may be many things, but suicidal? Nope!

Electric or Petrol, they still want their Tax Take!

My No. 2 Son, who is himself an Electronics Engineer with a remarkable degree of learning, showed just how much wool had been pulled over the eyes of the general UK population.

He bought himself an All-Electric car a few weeks ago, got used to driving it, rhapsodised about how much he was saving by using electrons instead of ‘old-fashioned’ Fossil Fuels; how silent it was (The car really is remarkably silent), and, once he had installed his rapid charger, and swapped over to the EV tariff, everything in his own garden was lovely. He also rhapsodised about how he wasn’t paying any vehicle tax, etc., etc., ad infinitum.

Then it was that he learned that, because all the Climate Worriers / Environment pushers were pushing electric cars, the Government were thinking about taxing the mileage that drivers actually drove, as they (The Gubbbmint) were worried about the loss of the £20 billions coming in from petrol and diesel taxes, after the big switch from fossil to electric.

From the stance of my advanced years, I told him that this bloody Government was just the same as all the others, intent upon taxing everything that moves, or is even bolted down, because they want your cash to spend on their daft projects, such as HS2, because they want to be real friendly with their cash-for-access contributors!

Probably the single most important video of the Decade

I am generally a fan of Tucker Carlson, and the videos of his Fox News broadcasts. He doesn’t always get things right, sometimes I disagree with his opinions, but, in the majority of broadcasts, he brings a scalpel into the operating theatre which is American politics.

So when he focuses on the installation of Rachel Walensky, a political unknown, a complete nonentity, to head up the Centre for Disease Control. As Carlson states, the CDC is not a Legislative body, it has no Law Making powers, it is supposed to offer Guidance to the American Public. You can, if you wish, fast forwards the first two minutes; but I urge you to watch and inhale the remainder of this video; because it illustrates the largest power grab EVER of Political Power in America!



The Political Cowardice of The West


The Reds, the Communists, the Dictatorial bunch who still rule through either terror, AK-47s, or Stasi tactics are getting away with their illegal actions, on a truly massive scale. From the invasion and annexation of parts of Georgia after the five day War by Russia, which was followed by the invasion and annexation of Ukraine’s Crimea and the Donbass region, to the backup and political leverage handed to Belarus after the hijack of a Ryanair plane, the pattern has always been the same. The Communists do exactly as they desire; and all that the West provides are words. Sanctions? What  use are sanctions, when all they do is inconvenience the populations held under force by the Reds?

Remember Tibet? That beautiful, remote Country which was so peaceful that it did not even have a standing Army, or even a volunteer Defence Force? That peaceful Nation was invaded by the Communist Chinese Armies in 1951, and what did the rest of the World do in response? Sweet F**k All! The ONLY good thing which emerged from the Chinese invasion was the emergence on to the World Stage of the ONLY man who, in mine own opinion, is worthy of the title ‘Holy’. I refer of course to his Holiness the Dalai Llama. As I asked before, what did we hear from the ‘Liberal’ West? Nothing, nothing at all. They have even been edited out of existence by Google, as their Maps just show an area inside China labelled Tibet, and f**k all more.

So why am I writing this short diatribe? Because of a list of Olympic medals being won at the deserted Japanese stadium and sports fields. Not being any sort of a sporting fan myself, I was just curious to check all the headlines about the ‘haul’ of medals won and expected by the GB team. But my gaze went past the ‘usual suspects’, the flags of USA, China, the Japanese host nation along with the farcical addition of the Russian Olympic Committee bunch (ROC) flag which the IOC allowed to compete out of sheer cowardice. But my gaze travelled down, and discovered the existence of a whole nation unknown to anyone. Yep, at 17th place in the medals table, this nation is called, by the International Olympic Committee, Chinese Taipei.


So where do you reckon this unknown nation is sited? Is it in the Atlantic Ocean, or the Pacific Ocean? Is it near to Hawaii? Is it, because of its name, part of Communist China? Nope, folks, none of these things. Because of America’s cowardice, because the rest of this cowardly world just doesn’t want to either upset Red China or just doesn’t want to make waves, a whole Independent Nation has to be renamed. Because Red China insists, Taiwan is never actually acknowledged. A whole, truly democratic Nation has to travel under false pretences because a bunch of geriatric dictators, with the backing of nuclear weaponry and the largest standing army in the world, says so, Taiwan doesn’t actually exist! I really wish that the Republic of China; a.k.a  Chinese Taipei would win a great many more medals, and then show  the world that they not only exist; they show that Democracy can beat out Communism every time! 

We don’t need another Holocaust Memorial.

The Holocaust already is embedded in World History, so why spend £100 million building yet another Memorial, to be built amidst the uprooted trees and bulldozed grass, slap bang in the middle of the British Parliamentary Estate. 

They had a hugely expensive Public Enquiry, just about every local resident and many influential community groups spoke against it, Even I, a lone voice from Durham, was allowed to speak my piece. But it was all a waste of breath, time and energy. Why? Because there was too much political weight for this lunatic project, From the wallet-stuffed back pockets (virtue of Lex Greensill) of ex-PM David Cameron, through the heavyweight presence of Eric Pickles and Ed Balls, to the equally heavyweight presence of the majority of British Jewry: naaaah; it was a foregone conclusion.

But if we step back just a little, and examine the real motives behind this farrago, the reader might just discern a nasty pattern emerging. Just check the  architect and his plan. His ‘Unique Selling Point’? Well, he’s Black, and we can’t turn a member of that particular minority down, even though he brought out a second-hand plan with which to foist it on an uncomplaining British public.

We already have a Holocaust Memorial; its in the form of a big block of stone, engraved with the simple message “HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL GARDEN” sited in Hyde Park. It is understated, unpretentious: fitting in its task of remembrance of  the most heinous crime in the history of modern man. You have to go searching for it, the trees and grasses hide it until you come across it.

And what, might the reader ask, will we get for our £100 millions (plus)?, 

We’ll get a Security Nightmare, with heavily-armed police and security presence surrounding a terrorists’ wet dream. There’ll be a queue to get off the ‘effing bus, a queue to get your tickets checked, then another queue to get your backpacks and bags x-rayed, and yet another queue for anyone with a beard and brown skin (the usual suspects) to be subjected to a humiliating full pat-down and grope search. And all, that before you go down the steps towards? The Learning Centre! These people haven’t even the sense to develop some new cliches.

As I stated, at the end of the video which saw my twelve minute-long argument at the Enquiry (2hrs. &n 28 mins:)-

We do not need, as called for by the ex-Prime Minister David Cameron and his Holocaust Commission, a new memorial which should be “striking and prominent, as well as respectful, interactive, and educational”. As all the participants in the Inquiry must know, we have the entire published history of the world at our literal fingertips: courtesy of Internet-connected smart phones, tablets and computers. We do not need to be ‘educated’ by some Establishment bunch who reckon that they know better than others what to push into the minds of the inquiring. When the very term “Educational” is but two steps removed from the ‘Re-education’ in Orwell’s ‘1984’.

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.

Now that might be the true ‘Education’!

How come a terrorist is slated to become a member of the Biden Admin.?

When you plot to kill or maim people, you are rightly termed a terrorist; whether you succeed or not. If you give aid and succour to a terrorist, you gain that title for yourself. A group of eco-terrorists calling themselves Earth First! planned the systematic spiking of trees in the forests of Idaho some 30 years ago. Spiking is the deliberate placement of steel, or sometimes even non-ferrous material, ten-inch long nails into trees which are slated for felling and milling into mainly wooden building materiel. Senator Jim Risch, ahead of a vote by the Energy and Natural Resources Committee, said:- 

The saw can be one of two types, either a circular saw in a small mill or, more likely, a large band saw that goes probably to the roof here and down again. It’s probably an inch and a half wide and double.

What happens when the saw hits this spike is what happens in a war when a hand grenade goes off. Shrapnel goes every direction. It destroys the saw, be it a band saw or a circular saw, and it will break this [spike] also into shrapnel. It will either kill or injure anyone that is within range of the shrapnel. That’s what tree spiking is.

So, why do you put this in a tree? You put this in a tree to kill somebody. It’s not put in there for fun. It’s not a Sunday school prank. You put this in a tree to kill somebody.

So who was Senator Risch talking about? 

He was talking about President Joe Biden’s nominee for the post of Bureau of Land Management (BLM) nominee, Tracy Stone-Manning. 

Ranking member Sen. John Barrasso (R-WY) and all his Republican colleagues on the committee called on Biden to withdraw her nomination in a joint letter Wednesday.

Barrasso said in a statement, “Not only did Tracy Stone-Manning collaborate with eco-terrorists, she also helped plan the tree spiking in Clearwater National Forest. She has been covering up these actions for decades, including on her sworn affidavit to the committee. … President Biden must withdraw her nomination and if he does not, the Senate must vote it down.”

With the Senate deadlocked 50-50, all 50 Democrats would therefore need to vote to confirm Stone-Manning, and Vice President Kamala Harris would then be responsible for casting the tie breaking vote. 

The final words should perhaps be reserved for those of Senator Risch when he also stated:- “Some of my friends that I’ve talked with in Congress here have said, “Well, she made a mistake 30 years ago.” This was not a mistake”

“She shouldn’t be in front of this committee for confirmation to a major, major point in this administration; she should be in front of a jury, explaining to them why she committed perjury and why she lied to Congress.

My friends, look, if you want to confirm her, you absolutely can. But believe me, this stain on this administration will last for the next three and a half years.

If the Biden administration wants to have the face and the character of their administration represented by this individual, this attempted murderer, this perjurer, this liar, this conspirator, if that’s what you want in the administration, and that’s what you want for the face of the administration, here’s your person. Confirm her.”