Climate Change, and Lewis Hamilton

I often smile when hearing or reading of the new ‘gods’ of the invisible ’Image Empire’, and of their pronunciations on how the rest of us ‘uneducated slobs, DEPLORABLES, and the like’ should listen to their words, nudges and totally uninformed vacuous statements, and change our very existence and ways of life; just because they ‘say so’.

From politics, to the climate, they suddenly all have an opinion, and because they are ‘famed’ or indeed ‘famous’, they need to be listened to, and indeed obeyed, because this is the new ‘Illiberal Left’ in full-on dictatorial mode.

Examine, if you would, the present crop of film and tv actors. Their only job is to pretend to be someone else, to mouth the words of a script in a believable manner; which is all, if the bare truth be told: is all acting is. It is a pretence, bolstered these days by massive amounts of computer power which transposes codes instructions into the most realistic Computer Graphic images on a cinema or tv screen. So why is it that just about all so-called ‘celebrities’ insist on telling us that their opinions matter, that their  ultra-lefty and so-called lefty ideas are the ones to follow: and anything, or indeed anybody, to the right of Karl Marx is deluded, wrong and swerving towards the dictatorial? From being against President Trump, to idolising the faulty and failed ‘science’ behind alleged Climate Change, they are nearly all marching together. 

The latest recruit to the Wibbly-Wobblies of this world is Lewis Hamilton, the Formula One driver and champion. Now young Lewis is very good at what he does, which is flying all over the world, along with huge numbers of technicians and very expensive racing cars; and then driving round and round  any one of twenty-odd tracks at suicidally-high speeds, and winning. For this task he is paid humungous amounts of cash, and bases himself in Monaco so as not to give all his cash away to the tax-man. So far, so silly. But then our Lewis is bitten by two illnesses. Firstly, someone persuades him to go Vegan, and eat nut cutlets all day. Secondly, he read an article about the weather, and then realises that we are all going to die, or drown, or both, and is suddenly converted to the Climate Change farce. But Lewis has a solution: he wants everyone to go Vegan, and then all those cows and cattle will not be farting, and producing methane, which, according to Lewis, is very, very bad!


I normally ignore all the ‘Celeb’ stories, mainly because they are all, garbage, but one comment upon Lewis’ conversion to Global bullshit deserves a wider audience. This chap wrote:-


Lewis Hamilton’s personal carbon footprint is in the top 0.001% of everyone on the planet, and he’s telling everyone else how to live. Its a bit like Kate and Gerry McCann lecturing us on how to be good parents!


650 of THEM: 65 Millions of US

The headline above might seem, to some, to be written in a search for a headline which might revolt, but also to some as a warning of what can be foreseen. Foreseen as the last whimpers of democratic rule by a once-proud Nation State are slowly but surely extinguished by those who have plotted in secret for so long; but now see their plans emerge into the sunlight, weeks before they were ready to  be brought to fulfilment. There are 65 million Brits; and there are 650 MPs at Westminster: and only the Tories are partially on our side. The only real ones who can be trusted are the Brexit Party, and without a General Election in a hurry, they ain’t got shit!

And this was all brought about by a misjudgement, an aberration in the thinking of one man. The man? Ex-P.M. David Cameron. The misjudgement; the aberration? The belief that the placid, apathetic, somnolent British public, outside of the Westminster bubble, and the ‘chatterati’ of Islington and Liberal-Left thought: wanted the continuation of an existence deep within the bureaucratic morass which is the heart of the European Empire; formerly known as the European Union. The belief that they wished to sleepwalk into a Federal Europe, run by unelected and failed politicians, with no one able to question a decision, no-one allowed to challenge a Regulation: whether for choosing polluting ‘low-energy lamps’, or ‘importing Health & Safety regulations’ into working hour legislation. The belief that the British public wished to have Her Majesty’s Armed Forces under the direction and ultimate control of a bunch of Germans; ‘pickelhaube helmets’ as well. Cameron’s misjudgement? A binary Referendum which could only result in one of two replies “No, we’ll stick with the European Empire’; or “Hell, Yes; we want to bloody Leave this bunch to stew in their own semen!”

The tools for the usurpation of Democracy are already well established. As has been demonstrated just this month, a Politicised Supreme Court gave an unlawful decision, despite there being no applicable Law, so they just made one up. Most British voters will have blinked in astonishment as the ‘Loyal Opposition’ led as it is by a bunch of Marxists, Trotsky-ites and assorted fellow-travellers, resisted call after call for a General Election. For the past three + years, they have demanded, time after time; that same General election which they turned down twice in two days. Their excuse? “The time was not yet right.” 

I firmly believe that that short sentence can and must be explored and countered with the Truth. Most British voters still do not understand that the much vaunted Withdrawal Agreement, as promoted by Theresa May was much more than an agreement, it had the power of an International Treaty. Within that Treaty, Great Britain would have been bound by International Law to abide by all the words, sentences and paragraphs of a Treaty which was dictated by Europeans, as they wished Great Britain to be virtually ‘joined at the hip’, by the various clauses and regulations so beloved of Europe: to the extent that we would be tied hand and foot to the Union, but without the power to alter one comma of any rule or Regulation deemed appropriate by that same European Empire. We, a Nation State, which had voted by a solid 4% margin in a Democratic Referendum to leave this mess of would-be Nazis behind; were to be tied by Treaty to that same failed Empire, and, to be stifled by their idea of Law to be without a voice at all.

I would turn now to the nastier items now crawling out of the political woodwork, pushed and eased out in the faint hope that some mud, splashed by the alleged sexual antics which, again, were supposed to have happened twenty years ago. A Times columnist just happened to recall the hands of Boris Johnson being clamped around her upper thigh during a lunch. If this had happened, surely this same columnist would have called the police and laid charges of harassment against the Spectator Editor, or alternatively denounced him in her columns. But no, not a single ‘dicky bird’ was said: but suddenly, twenty years later, the whole episode is trotted out, and we, the public, are expected to accept her word that she kept quiet because she was “embarrassed’? I reckon the whole stunt was raised for one thing only, to attempt to embarrass the Prime Minister. Similarly, the Prime Minister was accused of favouring an American businesswoman when he was Mayor of London. He has since been referred to the Police, because he, during his Mayoralty, was also responsible for the Met. If thats the best that they could drag up over a twenty-odd year period, it shows that Boris Johnson, although not being one to stick to one woman at a time, was just not daft enough to do anything improper.

But I would return to the strange episode of the ‘dog which did not bark’. The dog in this case (with apologies to Sherlock Holmes) is the Election. The Labour Marxists want, desperately, to delay the Date of the General Election until they get things prepared, and the ballot boxes stuffed, and the Muslim Family postal votes multiplied by at least three. So they can ignore the yearning of Labour voters all around England who voted ‘Leave’. They also wish to have a “People’s Vote’; which is a silly way of disguising the fact that what they really wish is a Second Europe Referendum. They want to choose the questions, they want to obliterate any mention of that obscene word  ‘Leave’ (obscene to them, that is). They already have a corrupted Electoral Commission, intent on defacing the very idea of Democracy, and they already have the knowledge of the Tower Hamlets Mayoral Elections as to how to illegally swing an Election. They want Article 50 overturned, or revoked. They want to be able to shovel out a Lefty/Communist/Trot-laden Withdrawal agreement, full of inspiring sentences where ‘workers rights’ and ‘equality and diversity (which means sweet f**k all, really, except they want to spread the blacks/coloureds/ethnics, who will be queueing at the gates once the Immigration barriers are removed, all around)’ and whilst doing so, tie Great Britain firmly into the Customs Union and the Single Market!

The Police are thoroughly penetrated; they are docile and are politically to the side of the Liberal-Left, and; it must not be forgotten, they are well armed! Those Glock sub-machine guns have full magazines, and the Police are well-trained in their use! The Civil Contingencies Act was designed, by the Left; for times such as these!

If Prime Minister Boris Johnson can pilot this leaky Ship of State past the looming rocks of the despicable Surrender Bill, if he can navigate the shoals of the E.U. traps, the bureaucracy, the legalistic twisting upon a pin’s head; the biased courts and the Quisling speaker: he may yet pull off a miracle.

If he does not,



And do we have our own ‘Chamberlain’?

On the morning of April 12th, 1865, the entire strength of the First Division, The Union Army of the United States lined both sides of the road, upon which the surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia, the backbone of the Confederacy, and the home of General Robert E. Lee; would finally take place. Out-numbered, out-fought, subjected to defeat after defeat by the sheer ruthlessness of Lincoln’s premier general, Ulysses Simpson Grant, and his subordinate General Staff and commanders. Lee’s Armies were finally cornered by the combined forces of overwhelming superior military force, along with the facts of the lack of equipment, hunger and the efficient, the thorough blockade of the all the Confederacy’s ports; and the brutal but totally effective operations of the Union Armies once the glory hounds had been removed from the Army’s ranks, and competent seasoned generals chosen by Grant himself, began the true War against the Confederacy. President Lincoln himself had delivered overall command to Lieutenant-General U.S. Grant with the words,”Whatever needs to be done: should be done; forthwith!”: and those words sealed the fate of the Confederacy.


Brigadier General Joshua Chamberlain, the hero of that astounding victory at the Little Round Top hill at Gettysburg, who, when learning that his regiment was all but out of ammunition, initiated a ‘fixed bayonets’  charge against the astounded Rebel regiments massed on the slopes; stood at the head of that long, blue, double column of seasoned, hardy Union soldiers as the ragged columns of the Confederate Forces began the slow march towards the point deemed ‘Surrender’, and at a single word from C.S.A. General John Gordon, the ranks, the platoons, the grey-clad regiments began stacking their bayonet-clad rifles and muskets, along with the scant remainder of ammunition; into the centre of the road, between the two long ranks of blue-clad Union soldiers. There was anger, bitterness, and indeed a simmering hatred as those tattered battalions queued to place their weaponry in those ever-expanding stacks which signalled one thing, and one thing only, the Confederacy was defeated.


But Brigadier General Chamberlain, himself no military man, but a university lecturer and a man steeped in religion; a man forced by circumstance into exposing himself as a military genius, took the one step which many believed would have healed all the wounds of that terrible war, and accomplished Lincoln’s dreams of a single Nation once again; stepped forward and uttered a single simple Army command: “Carry Arms!” This order, at first received with surprise by subordinate Union blue-clad officers and men alike, was to lift their rifles, and then to slope them across their chests. They all knew what the order meant, that the killing anger, the hatred, the blind violence of the beast was gone, and the men who stood face-to-face were brothers after all. Now the order was obeyed, and the men in blue held their rifles up to their chests, in that quiet salute, the show of respect. Gordon was looking at him again, his face changed now, the eyes soft. Slowly, General Gordon raised his sword, held it high, then dropped it down, low by his side, the point of the sword to the toe of his boot, the response, the soldier’s salute.


Who knows what could and would have been achieved by the newly-integrated Union, if Lincoln had not fallen to the assassin’s bullet just days later?


One hundred, fifty-five years later, the troubled Nation which is known as Great Britain and Northern Ireland faces a similar problem. A decision taken forty-five years previously to join what was marketed as a Bloc of Trading Nations was questioned, again and again, once that ‘Common Market’ had morphed into a Bureaucratic Empire known as the European Union. The Elite, the Labour Party en-masse; The Lib_Dems and some of the old-style Tories: along with broadcasters, most of the political class, big business, the Quango Queens, the University Chancellors, the rich and powerful: they all loved that all-Encompassing Union, along with the cash, the salaries, the expanding pensions, the gold-plated lifestyles. But with the ever-expanding advance of Social Media, inclusive of the YouTube Empire, made the knowledge of what the EU stood for much widely known, and with knowledge, came a slow anger, and deep dislike of what our once proud Independent Nation had given up for the dubious delights of Brussels’ supervision and diktat.


Most observers will not need my listing of actions, laws and political intrigues since the outcome of that unique Referendum result in June 2016, all of which were designed to stifle, to nullify and to disregard that decision by 17.4 million British votes to leave that Dictatorial Federal EU. With a deeply-biased Speaker of the House of Commons firmly astride the saddle of the pro-Europe battalions; and with an equally-entrenched but now of course Minority Tory / DUP (supported) Government ranged against the Labour / Lib-Dim / SNP / PlaidCymru ranks, who will be our General Chamberlain? If Prime Minister Johnson blinks, or if he fails to pull off the nearly impossible, and either get a respectable Deal done, or an equally-nearly-impossible No-Deal: he will be sliced and diced by the Brexit Party. If Corbyn blinks, or even makes an eyelid twitching towards the fact that he really despised the EU for all his political life, he wouldn’t last five milli-seconds before the massed ranks of the EU-loving Unions have his arse on toast.


It is a strange question, but an apposite one. Do we have a politician with the nous, the appetite, the guile of a modern Chamberlain? Do we have another, like the one who, at Munich, gained that United Kingdom a full year in which to re-arm an Army, to re-equip an Air Force with modern fighters?

Gazing across the ‘blasted heath’ of a Shakespearean version of Macbeth, with the forces for both good and what I will call evil ever ready: I just cannot see the way forwards!


We need only a leader: and that could well be a FEMALE CROMWELL

It might appear that I am looking backwards in time, but gazing in distaste as I now view our present crop of politicians, judicial nominees, along with the ’Woke’ antics of the Spare and his weird wife, we need a shake-up unlike any we have ever dared contemplate in over four centuries.


We see the desired result of the Referendum nullified by a collection of fools, knaves and puffed-up loons (A.K.A. John Bercow, the twisted dwarf masquerading as the Impartial Speaker), allied to disaffected Tories, Marxist Labour politicians, Lib-Dems wearing out their sandals as they slide along Westminster, the entire Elitist Establishment, lauded and supported by the lies of the BBC and (strangely enough, Sky). By their twisted notions and motions, they have done their best to deny the Prime Minister his goal, which is to Leave the bloody EU, or, as a second goal, a General Election. They wish to tie British hands to a Treaty which will lash us to that same EU for decades, whilst being unable to alter a single comma of the innumerable Diktats from the Dictatorship in Brussels.

So where will we see our own Cromwell? Does he exist? If Boris would speak and treat with Farage, and organise a pact, we might see a Tory/Brexit Alliance which would command a 150 seat majority, with Labour reduced to impotence, and the LIb-Dems to La-La Land.

Would it come to pass? I honestly do not know: but if it did, that pact would indeed raise Boris/Nigel to the ranks of greatness, and we would be delivered from this diseased and cancerous place named Brussels for evermore!

However, there is but one person, and one only, who stands above the dregs and the dross of politics in Westminster, and that person is Her Majesty.

Should she deign to place her feet once more onto the the steps of that throne, might Elizabeth the Second tell those scheming knaves that She rules, that She prorogued, and that She, the Sovereign was not lied to by her Prime Minister, and that the Prorogation stands: BY HER COMMAND!

17.4 Millions voted LEAVE: 11 Unelected Law Lords Nullify that Vote!

Some 3-odd years ago, 17.4 million British people voted to leave the corrupt dictatorship which is the European Union: and today, the eleven unelected Law Lords which form the Supreme Court have told us that our votes do not count; have told us that the one man who promised that we would leave wasn’t able to do so; have voted to allow the scheming ranks of Remainers, inclusive of the Communists infecting the Labour Party, the loonies of the Lib-Dems, the snivelling Scots of the SNP who wanted to glue their country to JeanClaude Junckers nether regions to have their way.

The political fallout from this decision from a corrupted Court will resound for decades, and if the Labour /Lib-Dem / SNP/ PlaidCymru coalition of devout Remainers continue to deny the Nation the General Election which the Tories have repeatedly called for, they in turn will reap the whirlwind from an Electorate which, these days, is both better informed and able to judge between a bunch of Elitist Remainers, and a Tory Party which promised that we would LEAVE!

The ONLY video worth watching by a British Electorate!

I come from a generation where the Labour Party was served by men of integrity, men of substance.  When Labour used to mean one thing, and one thing only: a single-minded determination to better the life of the working man, in accord with the Law.

But gaze at the Opposition Front Bench today, and what do you see, Marxists, Communists, terror-supporting Lefty sympathisers; people elevated beyond their mental capacities because of the colour of their skins.

I therefore feel it important to publicise what a lifelong (but now FORMER) Labour Party MP said, in the House of Commons, regarding his opinion of the people who now infest that Front Bench which once was peopled with Labour stalwarts who could be trusted with a Nation. I therefore ask  readers to view the speech of Ian Austin M.P.


I humbly state: Ian Austin for Speaker!

Drugs, Death, and the Loony Lefties

To smoke, inhale, inject or sniff an illegal drug is, simply, an act of self-indulgence. It is also either a speedy road to a very early death, or a partial or complete onset of a serious mental illness and instability. The habit, the addiction, for that is what it is, is a curse upon the family members who have to live with the addict, with their constant cravings which can only be assuaged by a ‘fix’, obtained at a huge cost to the user’s physical and mental health, as well as to the wallets of the user’s family, because the drug of choice can only be bought at a price. As the addict is, invariably workless, the payments are made by thieving from family, or from random thefts. 

According to ‘Drug Health’ experts, Britain is facing a public health emergency as alarming figures for England and Wales show drug-related deaths have hit record levels, prompting calls for damaging cuts to treatment services to be urgently reversed. These same ‘experts claim that, instead of locking druggies up, they should be treated with tenderness, and respect, and kindness: oh, and besides all that, we should be spending lots of Taxpayer’s cash on treatment centres, ‘harm reduction’, addiction services, and, most importantly, Drug Consumption Rooms (DCRs) where illegally-obtained drugs may be used, consumed or injected under controlled circumstances (syringe exchanges etc.) Most if not all of the deaths are a direct result, according to these same experts, of the dreaded ‘Austerity Cuts’; inflicted on a Nation because, in the Government’s words, “We have got to stop spending money we do not earn”.

One expert told an expectant BBC interviewer that, because of these dreadful ‘Austerity’ cuts,  funding cuts to treatment services of 27% over three years were the cause of the latest increases. “These treatments save lives – you’re about half as likely to die if you’re in opioid substitution treatment than if you’re not – and they also save money by reducing costs for the NHS and reducing crime,” he said. What he is saying is that if the public (suckers all!) wants to do something which works, instead of ignoring all the suffering, early deaths, criminal activities: we should be funding Methadone treatments for heroin addicts without limit, and similar funding of many other truly dangerous ‘substitutes’ because it would save lives.

Another‘ expert’ stated, “Each year they have ignored us, continuing to do the same whilst people die. If the home secretary and the prime minister continue to ignore these calls then they will continue to be responsible for the deaths of thousands of people every year.”

No, dear; the politicians didn’t kill them: they died at their own hands; and they will continue to die because they are and were stupid, they died because they are and were selfish, they died because they  CRAVED THE ‘HIGH’, they died because they knew best!


The only trouble with this attitude; of listening to the ;Do-Gooders’, is that it would require a change in the Law, and whilst many of our MPs are happy enough to ‘go with the flow’ on many ideas, funding deadly drug use isn’t high on their agendas. In the absence of these wild and woolly ‘Treatment’ ideals; how about funding a rise in the funding for the forces of Law and Order? How about getting the Police to cast off their politically-correct Twitter and Facebook survey squads, and pursue and arrest the drug pushers, the importers; the shadowy men who keep their own hands very clean; whilst at the same time, funding the early squalid deaths of thousands of their customers?