STASI Hindu cop tells Press, “You’re Next!”

Assistant Commissioner Neil Basu. Does that name seem vaguely familiar? Wait a minute, before the latest STASI-follower cop’s ‘Secret Police’-style orders to the Press over the leaked diplomatic cables published in the Daily Mail; where did that name strike a chord? 

Yes, folks, this loose-mouthed clown has form in the area reserved for those who would remove, reduce or drastically limit the British Press’ ability to print, within the guidelines, anything which would embarrass the Government. Note that I specify ‘Embarrass’. I do not include any information which could impact National Security, but do include the diplomatic traffic which carried the Ambassador’s personal opinion of the President of the United States, and his Administration. All that these statements tell us is the truth that this ‘Well-liked’ and ‘Competent Diplomat’ was in fact a signed-up member of the British ‘Deep State Swamp’; well known and well-understood for their deep distrust, dislike and detestation of a man who simply “Wasn’t one of us!”

But returning to this senior cop, tasked as he is with leading the Met’s Counter Terrorism Command. Basu had published what the sympathetic Guardian calls ‘an open letter to the media on how to report terrorism’, which sounds like a top cop issuing orders to newspapers and TV broadcasters on what they can and can’t publish.  Assistant Commissioner Basu blames the mainstream news media for ‘radicalising’ far-right terrorists such as the New Zealand mosque murder suspect. He attacks the tabloid press for publishing clips of the carnage in Christchurch and for making ‘the rambling “manifestoes” of crazed killers available for download’. Anybody might think we lived in a PC police state!

There is but one small item, about which our uniformed would-be bully should be more than worried. Our Cressida Dick hasn’t said a word in ‘support’ of big-mouthed Basu after his tirade against the Daily Mail, along with the rest of the British press. I do wonder why? Will he be sent back to Police College to have a refresher course on the British Constitution? Or will he be relegated to a beat on, say, Canvey Island in the middle of winter?

Buy European——-Buy Rubbish

If the reader takes an in-depth look around the glossy website for the Airbus A400M,he would gather that the A400M combines the capability to carry strategic loads with the ability to deliver even into tactical locations with small and unprepared airstrips and can act as a frontline-tanker. One aircraft that can do the work of three – the A400M. Seemingly so adaptable, the only thing this aircraft cannot do is give birth, and they might be working on that. The A400M was designed to be the European answer to the American Lockheed transporter, and, unfortunately; we now know that the answer turned out to be, as usual with things designed by a Multi-National Committee, a mobile disaster area.

As stated in the Register article, the costs have escalated so far that no-one dared state the true prices, because if they did, the whole project would have been cancelled forthwith. We were told that the planes would cost £2.300,000,000 (£2.3 Billions) for 25 aircraft: or £92 million for each plane. The true cost is now officially secret, but is more than £3.2 Billions ( a rise of forty percent).

Lord Gilbert, a Labour peer, is quoted in Hansard as stating:-

 It will come as no surprise to your Lordships that I regard the decision on the A400M as the most bone-stupid in the 40 years that I have been at one end or other of this building. It is an absolutely idiotic decision. We have a military airlift fleet of C-17s and C-130s. We have total interoperability with the United States, which flies the same combination of airlift planes, apart from a few clapped-out Galaxies.

I can tell your Lordships why we are buying the A400M because I want to pay special tribute this afternoon to the defence Minister of France, who is our new best ally in Europe. The New York Herald Tribune on 6 November states:

“The A400 M is an emblematic program which Europe could not abandon”,

Monsieur Morin said at a news conference on Friday.

“Giving it up would have meant Europe saying it wanted to be dependent on the United States in military transport”.

How pathetic. We are spending hundreds of millions of pounds on a plane just to make sure that nobody thinks we are dependent on the United States for military transport.

We are told that the new arrangement we will have with our friends across the Channel will in no way dilute our relations with our best friends the Americans. Yet the defence Minister involved in our new great alliance with the French has this attitude. Another question is coming to the Minister asking whether Monsieur Morin has many other emblematic symbols in the field of defence procurement that we will have to acquire just to prove that we are not dependent on the United States for transport.

Your Lordships will be familiar with the phrase “barking mad”. A few years ago, some wit invented the phrase “Dagenham mad”. When asked what it meant he said it was three stops beyond Barking. This is not “Barking mad” nor “Dagenham mad”: it is “Upminster mad”. It is at the end of the line. You cannot go any further: it is sheer madness. The Minister responsible is sitting here. He is carefully not identifying himself and I am not going to be so cruel as to identify him either.

 

We have taken delivery of 20 A400M transporters, but only two are flight-worthy at any time. The engines fail, the propellers are crap, the gearboxes fail, and this is what the British taxpayer and the M.O.D. wanted?

 

May’s Debt Legacy…..£1.45 Trillions.

Happily, the soon-to-be ex-Prime Minister will be dragged, kicking and screaming, out of No. Ten Downing Street, a place which she has disfigured for three years. Immediately after the craven coward Cameron ditched his responsibilities, and headed to count his money in solitude, and after the laughable ‘contest’ to select a new leader of the Tory Party produced the ‘coronation’ of the sainted Theresa; this staunchly ‘Remain’ politician commenced her planning to water down ‘Brexit’, and almost nullify the voice of the People, who had spoken so dramatically on that June day three years ago.

After two-plus years of the ‘Remainer’ cabal giving virtually everything up to their EU paymasters, the laughable Withdrawal Agreement (WA) was produced; and without a single other elected UK politician even viewing this traitors’ compendium, it was whisked away to Brussels. The signing procedure took thirty-four minutes, most of that time being used to blot the ink, and also to allow the EU Commissars to stop laughing. Fortunately, there were various groups of MPs, who for multiple reasons apart from the hard truth that this WA was little more than being sat outside the EU’s back door, waiting for the scraps from the big table, decided that this was No Bloody Deal, and 432 MPs voted against it. Twice more she came back to the Commons, and each time the numbers, although being whittled down, were still decisively against her WA. She received a Brexit extension twice, before settling on October 30 as deadline. But of course the long knives, already sharpened, were finally drawn for Theresa, and she signified her resignation.

But instead of going immediately, she stuck to the post, the big car, the red boxes, and the big flat in No. 10, with dreams of her ‘Effing Legacy’ to consider and push through. This bloody woman has always held to the strange idea that, if Britain ‘Leads’, the rest of the bloody world will rush to follow. This virtue signalling is best described as a pathetic attempt to keep alive the illusion that Britain, and British ‘values’; matter in terms of Global Power Politics. All that they see is the idea that people, politicians, newspapers will send these ideas abroad, and everyone will, somehow, get it that Great Britain is in the vanguard, and it would be wise to join the queue.

May’s first push was the £1 Trillion, that; folks is One Thousand Million Pounds Sterling costs to ‘De-Carbonise’ the whole British Economy so that she can be seen to have saved the world from Global Heating / global Warming / Climate Change / Al Gore’s bank account / Climate Catastrophe. This totally uncosted and (Cabinet) unapproved garbage will cost, well; no-one actually knows how much it will cost, but just imagine all British drivers having to move to electric cars over the next thirty years, to vehicles costing an average of 20% above the diesel/petrol vehicles in use today. Average Brit. car purchase is +/- £13,000. No of vehicles on the roads in 2019 is 31.7 millions. Therefore, replacement costs = 31,000,000 * £15,600 = £483 Billions for British motorists. That folks, is the total for cars: try working out what the cost is for the huge increase in replacement costs for all the trucks running on British roads. These costs are ESTIMATED AT £300 Billions.

That is one whole heap of cash which the Government is forcing the ordinary Brit voter to pay for something which will not influence the total amount of alleged Global Warming at all! Why, because China is still building coal-burning power stations, India is still planning to build coal-burning power stations, and that is where this illusory idea falls down. We push carbon dioxide into the atmosphere at the range of approximately 1.4% of the world’s total. Are the Indians going to bankrupt their economy to keep up with the Brits? Are the Chinese? We are the ONLY industrialised Nation on this planet to commit to these suicidal ideas: and all because Theresa May , along with the rest of the suicidal bunch in Parliament; wants to lead the ‘Effing world!

Add on to that stupendous total the costs of MAKING every British home swap from a gas boiler for central heating and hot water to an electric boiler. That, folks is 40 million homes, at a cost of £5,000 apiece; coming to a grand total of £200 Billions. Then calculate the costs of running all these boilers on the most expensive electricity in the world, especially if we have to pay along the lines of the prices established for the two Hinckley Nukes, as well as the other ten Nukes which will will be needed to cope, after all the Gas Stations are junked, (its all this Carbon Dioxide which is produced when the gas burns, you see)! And the rest; and the rest, and more!

But do the politicians care? Do they ***k! They’ll either all be dead, or able to pay from the huge pensions they are building up using YOUR money! Does bloody Theresa care? Does she ***k!

Pizza Dough Squeezed From Staff

Group turnover up 1.6% to £543.0m in 2018 • UK & Ireland. 10,000 people work at PizzaExpress and we want every single one of them to be happy, challenged and fulfilled in their role. With your support, together we will continue to raise funds for Macmillan Cancer Support who provide vital practical, emotional and genuinely personal help for people living with cancer.

With sentences and paragraphs such as those lifted straight from Pizza Express’ corporate websites; the average ‘Joe’ could well believe that this particular fast food company is ‘switched on’ to the whole idea of Corporate Charity donations, and is ‘doing its bit for their many local communities.

The popular high-street pizza chain runs an annual charity week every summer to raise funds for Macmillan Cancer Support. It also donates 25p from every (overpriced)( Ed. my opinion) Padana pizza to the charity year-round. Overall Pizza Express has raised more than £1.75m for Macmillan since March 2016 as a result of its charity drive, the company has stated. However, some of this cash may have come from Pizza Express employees who felt they had “no choice” but to donate their own money to the cause during the company’s charity week, it has been claimed.

At least two Pizza Express employees have complained about the Company’s fund-raising efforts alongside Macmillan Cancer Support. They are bitter about the practice whereby Branch managers are pushed to organise fund-raising amongst the staff, and, in at least two locations, minimum-wage employees have been told that tips from ‘their’ tables will be lumped together as part of the Pizza Express lump sum donation to Macmillans. Note however that Pizza Express is not giving anything itself to the donation fund, but it is depending on ‘employee participation’ to help swell the pot. A strange fact to emerge from a ‘Global’ company which states it has strong links to its local communities.

Pizza Express said in a statement it was “saddened” to learn of the allegations.“Since 2016, we’ve proudly partnered with Macmillan Cancer Support, and this is our third year fundraising for Charity Week. Our local teams generate and take part in fundraising activities on a purely voluntary basis,” the statement said.

Pizza Express did not elaborate on its ‘sadness’. Was the ‘sadness’ due to the fact that at least two employees felt unable to approach either their line managers because of a fear of being targeted; or was the ‘sadness’ due to the fact that their ‘Charity on the Cheap’ effort had been exposed?

Macmillan Cancer was contacted for a comment.

The Illegal now arriving in Clapperton Rd. Clapham.

He arrived with a ‘bang’.

One neighbour thought that the sound was from building operations.

He probably reckoned that, once he was up in the air, he would be safe.

Possibly unaware that passenger accommodation on modern jet aircraft is specially engineered to be both pressurised and insulated. Insulated because the outside temperature at altitudes around 35,000 feet is a blisteringly cold (negative) -50 degrees Celsius.

So when some clown stows away into the space into which the massive undercarriage folds into, he will arrive both dead and frozen solid.

He might have saved himself the people smuggler’s charges for the journey overland, but, in the few moments left him after he, and the Kenyan jet, arrived at that 35,000 feet altitude, he might have wondered if the cash saved was really worth it.

I wonder if the bloke whose garden he dented can claim from Kenyan Airways to re-grass his garden?

 

They flew, They died, They are Remembered.

Boeing B-17F

I rarely go to the cinema these days. Most of the films put on general circulation  these days qualify as ‘drek’, the ‘super-heroes’, the ‘Ironmen’, the transgender garbage: all in all, it takes a great deal to drag me away from my t.v. with access to the ‘greats’ such as Casablanca, or Seven Samurai. 

But an advert on the back page of a newspaper pulled me to book for a Documentary, but this is no ordinary documentary. The film is called ‘The Cold Blue’, is about the American Air War in the 1942-45 era, and features film actually recorded during flights and bombing runs across Germany.

I am a child of World War Two, born as the last daylight Nazi bomber fleets pushed their paths across the airfields of Southern England in the dark days of that Battle of Britain. But we had taken on a behemoth a literal juggernaut of mechanised death. Great Britain were stretched almost to breaking point, and, in many disastrous episodes, displayed how unready we actually were for the ferocious warfare now demanded of our fighting men. We sent our soldiers to invade Norway, and some three months later, defeated, with great loss of military and civilian assets, we had to evacuate those left, losing valuable warships in the process. The German war machine was polished, and accomplished. The Allied operation was patchy, ill-thought-out, and we shouldn’t have been there.

As with all peacetime Governments, both then and now, our defence preparations were abysmal. By the great good fortune of the year gained, perhaps unwittingly, by Chamberlain by abandoning Czechoslovakia to the Nazis, we were able to build up our Air Forces, but ships take longer to design and build; as do Armies to train and equip. The Government never understood that the patience of the British people was finite, and when they attempted to block people seeking shelter against the night-time bombing of London, the barriers were simply swept aside, and the London Underground shelters became the saviour of a City. 

Hitler’s decision to turn away from the Channel, from a planned invasion of Britain; and to send his armoured legions to attack Soviet Russia, after a deadly delay, was perhaps his second greatest mistake of the entire War. His greatest mistake? In the aftermath of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour, was to declare war on the United States as the Germans were allies of the Japanese Empire. No-one, most of all the Germans, obsessed as they were with racial purity, understood the American psyche or immigration make-up: nor did they understand the possibilities of an America, stung by a surprise attack, to change itself from an Isolationist stance in politics and Diplomacy, to an industrial giant which flexed its newly-strengthened muscles. My own novel, a salute to those boys, was written in the hope that a few youngsters in these British Isles would remember the sacrifice made by others, so that they might live in peace.

The film I have booked up for, ‘The Cold Blue’, is but a retelling, from long-lost reels of film, of the Air War which was prosecuted, from myriad fields and airstrips, built almost entirely by Americans, on the broad fields of Southern England. Norfolk, Suffolk, Cambridgeshire; all held their complements of American servicemen, along with the B-24s, the B-17s and, latterly, the long-range fighters which were able to protect the bombers as they rained destruction from the skies. William Wyler and his cameramen went along on these daylight missions, and ‘The Cold Blue’ is but a salute to the American Boys who became Men, who flew at high level against the Nazi war machine, who never turned back despite atrocious losses; and, fighting alongside the British bomber contingent, furthered the Allied Cause to the inevitable defeat of that evil regime.