The wages of sin? Not death; but instead a cool £1Million

I noted a headline the other day, with a name which rang a loud  bell for me. Sally Challen had just been informed of a High Court decision which would allow her to claim the estate of her dead husband. Now this statement may appear strange to some, but  if you read the story linked below, you would find that she had previously been precluded from the inheritance because she had murdered her husband; and as is well known, criminals are forbidden from profiting by their crime. But the Judge was persuaded that ‘this was different’ because she had been ‘coerced’ into her crime, and therefore should be able to benefit from her dead husband’s estate.

All because a bunch of do-gooders had got a Parliament Law altered which allows for  ‘coercive or controlling behaviour’ to be taken into account when a crime is committed.

Nearly a year ago, I wrote about this murderess who bluffed her way to a reprieve and release from a fully-justified sentence. As I wrote-

The majority of thinking Brits will have now read of the decision by the Courts not to charge Sally Challen after she was released from prison after a long campaign by her family, which claimed she was ‘controlled’ by her husband, and which was the reason she hit him twenty times over the head with a hammer.

As is ‘explained’ by the linked article in the Daily Mail, she was only considered for release after coercive and controlling behaviour was criminalised in 2015, and her solicitor could begin claiming that she was forced into this killing after many years of this ‘controlling and coercive behaviour’ by her husband.

Now I have a small sum of knowledge of women who have been in abusive relationships, for either long or short periods; having visited ‘Refuges’ on a couple of occasions, and the one thing which always comes to the fore is that the women made a conscious decision to seek help; to leave the premises where that abuse was happening, and to seek ‘Refuge’.

We are supposed to believe that this woman took the alleged beatings, emotional and physical abuse ‘because she loved him’!

She is supposed to have finally snapped, and killed this man whilst in a violent rage. Well, she did kill him, but she planned this death. She killed him because she was fed up with his constant cheating. She brought a hammer in whilst her husband was eating his breakfast, buried the hammer head into his skull over twenty times. When the jury heard of the systematic plans, of the manner in which she killed her husband, and then attempted to commit suicide at Beachy Head, they found her guilty of murder, and she was sentenced to a minimum 18 years in prison.

She was released, but I believe the Jury called it correct the first time, and she might have served eight years, but she should have served the full eighteen years minimum term; because she murdered her husband.

All she had to do was leave. All she had to do was get out, with the kids, and then sue for divorce: as she had previously sued. But then we are supposed to understand that she changed her mind, and went back to her husband! All she had to do was seek refuge: but instead she chose violence, she chose murder! She didn’t just hit him with a hammer, she hit him more than twenty times, and then attempted suicide.

Release her early because she was suffering from two previously undiscovered mental illnesses?   All you need is a good brief, an accommodating psychiatrist, a judge amenable to a really good story, an overly-permissive Law; and you can not only  get  away with murder, you get the lolly as well!

 

Outraged?

When we read of the death by murder or manslaughter of a defenceless child, a death which should have been prevented by officialdom, by Social Workers who, either by incompetence, or an inability to see what should have been patently obvious in a household where tragedy has struck, or sheer laziness and reckless action or inaction: we feel outrage. When we read or hear of the sexual abuse of hundreds of children and young girls, abuse which is and was tolerated by Officialdom in any disguise, when we read or hear that this abuse was known about and, literally ignored: we feel outrage. When the defenceless, defenceless as determined by their incapacity to make decisions for themselves are attacked or abused in any manner, we should and do feel outrage, because they cannot defend themselves. 

So how should we, as a body, view the huge pile of generated excrement and bullshit, masquerading as ‘Outrage’ which presented itself both before and after Dominic Cummings had told the assembled news media about his attempts to shield his young son from harm, when Cummings was fearful about both himself and his wife succumbing to Corona virus. The miles of newsprint, literally hours of News Broadcast time, all expressing ‘Outrage’; all aimed at one man whose job it is to advise the Prime Minister. 
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“It is our business, not the State’s, to say what risks we take with our health.”

For news, information and opinion, I read the Times and the Sunday Times. I used to favour the Telegraph, but since the Barclay Brothers’ ownership, together with their editorial slant, I stick to the Murdoch publications. Since the Murdochs give their editorial staff somewhat better say and leverage in their approach to things British, American and political, I like their writing, and I appreciate the breadth of their journalism. The Observer/Guardian side, with their incessant and droning Left-wing viewpoints on everything don’t ring any bells as far as I am concerned. I glance at, and sometimes read, sections of that which the Guardian prints; but only from the viewpoint of determining what exactly the opposing forces believe in on that particular instant. Perhaps firming my own views, in the last few years, I have only ever quoted from the Guardian’s pages approvingly, to the best of my recollection; exactly once!

The rest of the publishing field, the Sunday versions of the Sun, the Mirror, Daily Mail, etc., leaves me stone cold, as ‘Celebs’, ‘Eastenders and Corrie gossip’ and ‘sport, sport, sport’; hold little attraction for me.

I mention these titles because a supremely important opinion piece was published in the Sunday Times on May 17th. This fact means that, of the Sunday newspaper-purchasing public, just over 17% had access to the Noble Lord Sumption’s opinions, writing and conclusions. Lord Sumption has got a great deal of sway as far as this observer stands; he being a former Supreme Court Judge, a law Lord, a supremely well-educated lawyer, and, by the sounds from his Reith Lectures, a decent bloke. He writes of the initial stratagem behind the slogans, and the lockdown, of the initial decisions, and the lunacy of a 180 degree about-face, when the truly-questionable mathematical modelling was presented as ‘Absolute Fact’ by Professor Neill Ferguson (He, for those who need reminding, of the absolute farce of a modelling strategy which cost Great Britain the vast majority of our most valuable cattle herds and sheep flocks  during the Foot and Mouth disaster, by adding animals in contiguous fields to the cull totals). This modelling, later criticised by contemporaries as deeply flawed, foretold of 500,000 deaths, when more serious modelling may have foretold 50,000 deaths. This panicked the Cabinet, and forced the Lockdown into full-on driving mode. 

Prime Minister Johnson stated “I must level with the British public: many more families are going to lose loved ones before their time.”, and he was speaking factually. However Lord Sumption also quotes Health Minister Hancock when he made the grotesque remark “If you go out; People will die!”
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What a clueless bunch of spineless Twits

There was a discussion on the BBC looking at how many there are who believe in the’ conspiracy theory’ when it comes to the corona virus, and the part that Governments played in the virus. Well, folks, being blunt as I am usually am, to accuse this bloody Government of any conspiracy, apart that is by covering their  own arseholes, is, simply, ludicrous. Any bunch hatching a conspiracy would have, by very nature, to be ruthless, targeted and bold.

I would describe this shower as Clueless, Worthless and Useless.

Let us look at the latest Serial Cock-Up as brokered by this useless bunch in Whitehall and Westminster. The NHS surcharge  was introduced by the Cameron-Clegg Government. In one of the very few well-thought out ideas and apt items adopted by the Coalition Government, the charge was supposed to cover the costs of people from Outside the EU who used the NHS facilities if they came into this country. A more thorough explanation for those whose memories are slightly glazed, can be found at this link. The only arguments against the imposition of the surcharge were mainly from the Nurses’ Union; the Royal College, and those arguments were both expected, discussed, and ruled out

As has been known and accepted by many, a large proportion of NHS and Care staffers are from other countries outside of the EU, and as such, WHEN THEY GET THEIR VISAS, they must accept and sign up to pay the NHS surcharge. They know exactly what they are entitled to before they set foot on our shores! They might well be working within the NHS or Care Homes, but, they still had to pay. No one queried why these people came from all corners of the globe to work in Great Britain; no one supposed that their reasons  or motives for applying for the jobs they were doing were otherwise than getting a fair deal of money in comparison for doing a similar job in the country of their birth. 

The surcharge, by its very nature, was suppose to stop scandals such as the maternity wards full of Nigerian women, as has been verified,  all expecting the British taxpayer to pay for their forthcoming babies. The Surcharge bedded down over the months, and was deemed to be working well, with contributions in the order of £250 millions in 2019.

Come the Pandemic, come the howls of despair. “How come these poor, semi-destitute NHS and Care workers have to pay this iniquitous Surcharge, so that they are only allowed to continue risking their very lives if they pay this Iniquitous Surcharge?” and of course so on, and so forth…..ad infinitum.

Thirty-odd of the very Tory MPs who voted this legislation into reality commenced bleating like a squad of scared rats, copying  Committee chairman William Wragg who called for an immediate change in policy, adding “now is the time for a generosity of spirit towards those who have done so much good”. Fat Pang himself, a.k.a. Lord Patten squeaked “it’s monstrous that people who come from oversees to help and risk their lives aren’t treated properly”.

Boris Johnson, who of course, because he couldn’t keep his big mouth shut, had already fouled his own front door by bleating, on national tv, “how his life had been saved by migrant workers’ watching over him in the St. Thomas’ Hospital ICU, bleated that the cash coming in was a necessary boost to the NHS. But the ever-caring Opposition Leader Keir Starmer had spotted a good line, and he wasn’t going to let the Government off the hook.

More and more pressure came from Social Media, the press and TV…..

Lo and behold, the charge, we are told, is scrapped.

This bloody Government has developed the backbone of  a large codfish, without the resilience, longevity or instincts of that fish

It is true, they couldn’t organise a piss-up in a brewery!

The sweet silence of Corona

Many things are changed. The virtual world-wide lockdown has altered whole economies, changed our very world, and, sadly, has caused thousands of casualties.

But there has been at least one fantastic change in a whole industry, in the broadcasting about, operation of,  and supporting of, the greatest waste of time known to  modern man. Sport.

How wonderful it has been to have whole mornings, afternoon and evenings free from the eternal output of commentaries, opinion, pre- and post-match discussion about the creases on some overpaid clown’s forehead, and whether the worry causing those frown creases will be cleared before this, and of course many other overpaid clowns commence either kicking, throwing, battering or losing a variety of different shaped balls. No more tense commentaries, no more screams of joy or sadness at some movement by some overpaid prima donna wearing some vastly-overpriced boots. No more money wasted on hugely-overpriced replica kit, which of course will be changed three or four times in a season.

True, the silence cannot last for much longer, but how nice it has been for the many millions who do not give two damns about a team, a league, an athletic event, whether it be overseas or local; who haven’t got a clue and care even less whether one bloke, or team, or whatever succeeds in some strange ritual.

 

Sport. What a waste of time, sweat and effort!

The House of Lords; and I.

When we look at, or rather read of, the people who have been elevated above their station in life to become members of the House of Lords, I suppose that the opinion of most is that of failed politicians ennobled to swell the ranks of the particular party in power at the time, along with the strangely British notion of ennobling certain ‘celebrities’ so that the ruling Politicians can be seen and acknowledged as ‘on the ball’, or whatever the catchphrase is at that time. 

We see dozens, literally dozens, of politicians, from all Parties, ennobled for the specific purpose of adding to a headcount when votes are counted, so that the Government can depend upon those when voting on certain contentious Bills is necessary. We also see members  of the Lords whose ennoblement can be a mystery. I note the presence of Lady Floella Benjamin, whose expertise was seemingly to preside over certain children’s t.v. programming. Oh, and she also did lots of ‘Chariddee Wuk’ as well, so that is why this unelected drone is given the power to influence all Bills wending their way through Parliament: or was her ennoblement due to the fact that she is Black, and they had to get the ‘diversity’ numbers up?

I also note the presence, in the Lords chamber, of Baroness Doreen Lawrence. It is accepted that, besides being awarded £500,000.00 of taxpayers money because the Met. screwed up the investigation into the murder of her son, she was give the Title just to shut her up, and stop her mewling. Her husband, who was much the more worthy recipient of high office, did not receive any such distinction. 

I have personally only knowledge, through correspondence of one Noble Lady, and her name is Baroness Caroline Cox. It was she who travelled to Syria to test, and in doing so, certainly to my knowledge, demonstrated that the Assad Regime, whilst guilty of many things barbaric, had no hand in the alleged chlorine gas attacks on Jihadi- and rebel-held positions within certain Syrian cities. She travelled as part of a Christian delegation, and they collectively received a barrage of criticism for their pains. She protested that the missile attacks from America, the UK and France were illegal because they were made without any UN authorisation.

There are a few Members of the Lords who are worthy of their titles, such as senior Judges who are automatically ennobled, but they are outnumbered by the ‘paid for’ vote, inclusive of the lackeys wearing dog-collars under the ermine.

We need a second chamber, because Legislation without  independent scrutiny is dictatorship writ small, but the Second Chamber which I dream of is unpolluted with failed politicians, and diversity seat fillers. 

Only the British can moan so repeatedly; and so senselessly.

We here in these Islands seemingly love a good moan. It used to be about the weather, but we now seem to have moved to particular silly things upon which to target our collective angst.

For long enough, we have heard the singular moans about how unfair the Iranians have kept, totally unjustifiably and unscrupulously, the wife of a British man in prison. Tried and convicted on spying charges, Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe was given five years in the slammer. She may, or may not, have deserved the five years based upon the spying charges placed aginst her, but she surely deserved the sentence based upon the alternate charge of being really, really stupid!

Born in Iran, she married some Brit, and moves to England. So far, so fair, but the silly cow doesn’t renounce her Iranian nationality, apply for and receive a full British Passport. Oh no, this silly woman retains her Iranian passport, and states she has dual nationality. She flies back into Iran for a ‘holiday’ with her parents, along with her small daughter: and is picked up at the airport when she tries to leave. Imprisoned, she gets the full force of the Mullah’s slightly doubtful justice system and gets the afore-mentioned five years prison. It should be noted that the Iranians do not accept dual nationality, have repeatedly stated this on many occasions, thus proving that not only is she silly, she also ignores all the signs which should have told her ‘Never ignore an Iranian warning’. 

Every five milli-seconds, her husband is heard on the BBC, especially the BBC, saying how rotten it is to be without her and their daughter, and blaming everyone around for this ‘false imprisonment’. Everyone including all of Her Majesty’s Government, but especially the Foreign Secretary, was declared by this fool to be guilty of allowing his wife to travel to this Muslim shithole: and as I said, he pops up all over the Guardian and the BBC airwaves saying how unfair it is that she was still in prison. The simple fact that the higher reaches of the Government, inclusive of the Foreign Office hold no sway whatsoever with the Iranian mullahs is beside the point, the denunciations trip off the headlines, and are just as routinely are ignored completely by the mob in Iran.

But, possibly because the Iranians got caught even more short than the Brits did with the Virus; they of the rather strange belief that  Allah will provide, the Iranians released her into the temporary care of her parents, and, as she is nearing the end of her sentence anyway, the Iranians were also getting really bored with all the whining and wailing, so she may well be freed.

But, just in time, another ‘Cause Celebre’ erupted when some youngster was out riding his motorbike, and his route took him alongside the edge of an RAF base which is leased to the Americans.  Some American woman comes driving out of the main gate, and deciding that all things American apply in England; turns and drives away on the RIGHT HAND SIDE of the road. The youngster, not knowing that this Yank female has decided that the rules of the road don’t apply to her, hits her head on, and as he isn’t surrounded by at least a half ton of steel, dies at the scene. Ambulance and police arrive, statements are taken and the American woman is released back to her home ON THE AMERICAN BASE. The Foreign Office is convinced by the American that she has Diplomatic Immunity, as her husband is some sort of Intelligence operative. She claims the same ‘Diplomatic Immunity’, climbs on to a convenient military jet, and is whisked away, a fortnight after the crash. Too late the cops realise that she has walked away from serious charges resulting from her admitted driving errors, and say she doesn’t have Immunity, and the Yanks should send her back to face justice.

Reams of newsprint are printed, along with literally hours of television interviews later, the family are invited to the OVAL OFFICE , and are told that the American woman Anne Sacoolas is just next door, and would they like to  meet. Mrs Charles, Harry’s mother, says ” No, we want her in court” and flounces out of the President’s house. Ever since then, there have been ever louder condemnations of this American’s refusal to ‘face justice in England’. The Foreign Office gets involved again and the reply? The American’s reply is still the same, ‘we don’t extradite our citizens overseas’, in spite of a Treaty saying just that. The Northampton Police gets involved, and produce their trump card, they get Interpol to slap a Red Notice onto Anne Sacoolas. Harry dunn’s mother is overjoyed, and give interviews all over the shop saying, “We’ll now see her in court.” No one has the heart to state that a Red Notice isn’t an Arrest warrant, and besides which, she could only be arrested if she moves across the American borders.

But that doesn’t stop all the headlines, the piteous cries of ‘justice for my Harry’ coming from the ‘ever-grieving’ Mrs. Charles. Despite all the ever-lasting calls for justice, what Mrs. Charles and her family should do is slide back into the obscurity which enveloped her family before her son got smashed into this American’s car which was driving on the wrong side of the road. Why? Because the Trump Administration will never, ever send Anne Sacoolas back to  face a British court, so why continue with the bleats and the posturing? Thats why. 

Face reality, Mrs. Charles; do us all a favour, and cease the whining, it doesn’t do you any good, and soils your dead son’s memory ever further. The headline reads, “We don’t expect her to jump on a plane, but no one can live as a fugitive for ever”; but that is exactly where you err, Mrs. Charles.  

As to the Treaty, we have sent 13 Brits to America via extradition: the return of extradited Americans to Great Britain? Zilch; Nada; Zero!

Mrs. Sacoolas is HOME, and if she has any sense at all, thats where she is gonna stay!

England’s Discards?

Two decades before World War Two began, my grandmother’s life turned upside down. She was an upright, strong, imposing woman, she had to be, as her husband had died quite young, leaving her with six children to bring up, and earn a living at the same time. She was trained as a teacher, trained and studied further, and took a Headship post for over two decades. In her retirement years and later life, she stayed in the homes of four of her family who had spare bedrooms, and was welcomed in all respects. She died at the age of eighty-three. This ‘care in their own family’ was so common-place in the world pre- and post-WW2 that no-one chronicled it. Family looked after family; and that was it.

Grandma was sometimes frail, querulous and just sometimes plain obstinate, but the younger family members, in those far-off days of the thirties through to the fifties and sixties, simply accepted that this old woman, or man in the case of Grandpa was Family: first, second and always; and where possible, made a plan. In the south of Continental Europe, in France, in Italy, in Spain, the older generation are looked upon as, virtually, the repository or memory of the family. GrandMere is a definite statement in France, and she, or her husband GrandPere, certainly in the Code Napoleon, have a right to be involved in all things Family.

So where and how did the older generation somehow be slid, adroitly, quietly and with no fanfare at all; into the bottom drawer of British Family life? How did they be pushed away, and seemingly automatically be subsumed into the ‘CareHome Industry’, without so much as a murmur of regret, of veiled annoyance, of any form of upset that so  many older people are just consigned to the slag-heaps of society, which is what these dumping grounds have become?

For purely medical reasons, I was forced to place my wife in a care home so that I was able, at extremely short notice, to undergo medical checks and tests. Fortunately, the time was short-lived before I was able to claim my wife back from the ‘care’ of that Care Home. Signed off by the Care Quality Commission, this home was accepted by the Council, and advertised itself as such. As I said, ‘I was able to claim my wife back from the ‘care’ of that Care Home’. I shall not go into detail, but would state that I am sure that the staff members deserved their Minimum Wage payments at the month’s end. But the inmates, the shuffling pack,  the sheer detritus of a society which would rather shovel their old family members ‘out of sight’ because they were surely ‘out of mind’!

In 1960, there were 3535 former Public Assistance Hospitals, Local authority Hostels, Charity-run and Privately-run care facilities in England.

In 2020, there are 21,861 Care Homes, catering for as few as six people, up to a Company- or Corporation-run care facility catering for 400. The statistic which should be burned into our National Psyche is the number 291,000, which is the number of Care Home Residents in England in 2019. ‘Care’ is big business in England. A week in a top-grade institution such as ‘The Priory’ can set you back £1,000.00 for a week’s stay. The average cost is £650.00, and ‘costs’ are forever rising.

Many are suffering from Dementia, some are ill with other ailments, many are lonely: but one common denominator stands out, mostly, they have all been forgotten. Every day, when my wife was resident in that home in County Durham, I drove across and spent at least two hours with my beloved. In the four-odd weeks of her stay, I counted exactly two other family visitors meeting their aged family members.

I do not count myself as anything special, these days religion does not count very highly in my own scheme of things: but I recall, every day, fifty-two years later; the words  spoken to a smiling, soft-eyed witch who had beguiled me;-

 

‘IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH, ‘TIL DEATH US DO PART!”

Bhopal Plus

The Bhopal gas leak that killed at least 15,000 people resulted from operating errors, design flaws, maintenance failures, training deficiencies and economy measures that endangered safety, according to present and former employees, company technical documents and the Indian Government’s chief scientist.

The Dec. 3 1984 leak of toxic methyl isocyanate gas at a Union Carbide plant in the central Indian city of Bhopal produced history’s worst industrial disaster, stunning India and the world. The breakdown of safety precautions ran into dozens of examples, most of these were filed and forgotten by the Union Carbide senior management, who were targeted on cost-saving and staff reduction measures.

At least 15,000 died, with over 150,000 seriously injured. The reasons for the disaster were many. The plant had never been profitable, as the target market, Indian farmers, were scratching a living anyway, and the sophisticated chemicals produced by the Bhopal  plant were far too expensive for routine purchase by unsophisticated farmers. The whole plant had been virtually shut down, but, because moving, in bulk, 45 tons of methyl isocyanate (MIC), a dangerous and volatile chemical compound would have been extraordinarily expensive, the whole shebang was left to lie; an accident waiting to happen. 

But worse was to follow the decision to leave the MIC within the plant. The safe storage of the MIC was totally dependent upon the refrigeration plant, which cooled the volatile chemical to preordained safe limits; this, as well as a spray system for  gas leaks being operational; and a flare tower to accommodate the expanding gases. Because the whole plant was a financial step-child, no one in the Union Carbide Engineering hierarchy was told that the Refrigeration plant was switched off to save cash, the spray system was never strong enough to have reached to the expanding gases, and the flare tower besides being built to the wrong parameters, was also disconnected, and unavailable when needed.

But the truly criminal element, which some engineers believe was the final link which caused the explosion, was the simple fact that one of the elements of MIC is phosgene. Phosgene, to those whose reading of the First World War history books has faded, is another name for THE POISON GAS used in the WW1 trenches by both Germans and the Allies. Phosgene reacts with water and types of  stainless steel, and the explosion was thought to have occurred when a disused pipe was flushed, without checking whether the valves were signalled ‘closed’.

Union Carbide disclaimed all responsibility for the accident, all the senior management staff had already left; no substantial compensation was paid to anyone; The plant still remains, befouling the entire soil for decades; the birth defects of the third generation are now coming to light; and the American Multi-National Dow Chemical corporation, who bought the whole Bhopal pile of garbage, continue to obfuscate and delay any objective enquiry into the Bhopal disaster.

The reader may, by this time, wonder why I excavate history of an industrial accident. Well, since most have been reading and watching anything Chinese Virus-related, there were reports of a toxic gas leak from a plastics factory in the Indian city of Vishakhapatnam. The Japanese firm LG owns the plant, where styrene escaped into the streets, causing chaos, death & panic.

 

I wonder how the Indian government will react with a Plant Owner which is not American?

Our ‘Caring’ Media, and their probing questions.

I recoil at the faux compassion spoken by the BBC interviewer during the interview with the grieving Zoe Davis in regard to her twin dead sisters, including the words and then for them both to pass must be incredibly difficult? and I am reminded of the alleged editorial policy of the Boston newspaper  which went ‘If it bleeds; it leads’. Multiply that one sad story by the number of Covid-19 deaths, and you have a news editor’s daily wet dream. 

The ‘gotcha’ questions hurled by reporters to a bunch of politicians standing behind the barricades of lecterns in a large room in No. 10 Downing Street, is but the reality of our political life, which could well be paraphrased with the saying, “What are you hiding; and why are you hiding it?” If the Government didn’t put forward a spokesman at such a time of national crisis, they would be battered in the News, both print and visual. As it is, they have, reluctantly, placed themselves in the firing line. It could well be remarked, “Thats what you get the big bucks for”; although how anyone could prepare either themselves, or indeed their Government, to argue about something which was only a galactically distant possibility; or a supposition in the minds of the likes of ‘Survivalists’, beats me. 

I am also reminded about the equally hoary theory which stated, ‘It all about the money’. The politicians who will be pushed to apologise for not spending millions if not billions on extra equipment, protective or otherwise, high-tech, innovative, experimental or otherwise: should well be asking, in return, the questions, “If we had spent all this extra cash, mostly borrowed, on warehouses full of masks, gowns, new and improved ventilators, I.C.U.-equipped wards, a fifty-times upscaled P.P.E. distribution system unheard of just two months ago, a virus-casualty hospital which comes straight out of a fantasy novel; all fully-equipped  in NINE Days : where would the savings have been made within an already top-heavy and unwieldy NHS? What areas would be stripped of the millions casually poured into one after the other ‘special interest’ sector had pushed for capacity, or specialists and  rooms for ‘this extra’, or that ‘nice to have’ facility?

Would those ‘reversed’ questions also include the query that would ask whether the towering scorn targeted against a Government which was proposing to spend  all that cash on a mere supposition: a supposition which would have meant that the Government was facing the greatest threat to the Four Nations’ very existence and survival since World War Two: was really justified, or just imported for the occasion?

Would the savings have to come from all those expensive NHS IVF facilities, paid for by the taxpayer, so that many women who have ‘delayed’ having a family because of their oh-so-vital careers; can now have three cracks at a hugely-expensive facility because they are on the borderline age of fecundity, and haven’t been able to ‘ring the bell’ for this ‘longed-for family’? 

Would the savings be made by slashing the cash now allocated to be spent on ‘PrEP’ pills, marketed and spun as being the ‘threshold’ towards defeating HIV and Aids; but in actual fact demanded and pushed for by homosexual men who decline to use condoms, because these detract from the alleged pleasure unprotected sexual acts give by the ‘flesh-to-flesh’ contact so  desired by these weirdos? 

Would some of the savings come from the lucrative area of plastic surgery, where larger, or for a very few cases, smaller, breasts are demanded for women of all ages on the grounds of a ‘threat to mental health’ if the enlarged attributes are not immediately realised by the ‘suffering female patient’?

The ‘lockdown’ has meant the separation of all sixty-odd million of us, all separated into our own individual spaces. It has been hard, but with technology, with a half-way decent broadband connection, at leats we can talk to a vital image; even if it isn’t a patch upon real life. When I read or hear of the separation of families, I, as a mere stripling of 79 years, miss my four grandchildren so very much. I honestly don’t know if they miss me, as the second-eldest seems permanently glued to either tablet or phone screen; but would live in hope that the enchanting smile of my youngest grandson will, in due course, and with all proper safety procedures in place, light my life once more.

Harry

My reply to a Chinese ‘apologist’.

Being a former Engineer Officer in  the British Merchant Navy, I look upon the sea as part of my life, and I still read many maritime articles and online magazines. I chanced upon an article on Splash regarding China, and the author’s views upon that vicious dictatorship, I hope that you might read it yourself, and also read my reply to this journalist:-

Viewed from the one instance of his writing, Andrew Craig Bennett can be identified as a self-censoring writer who, by the very fact that he does not identify, by its proper name, Taiwan, The Republic  of China.  I presume that he does not wish to identify Taiwan, the Nation-State, because he prefers to self-censor his writing rather than upset the giant Communist People’s Republic of China, of which he writes so approvingly further further down his essay.

So lets just have a glance at these badly slanted and somewhat puzzling puddles of vitriol splattered over his essay.

It is a fact that, by virtue of arms, violence and battle-diplomacy, the corrupt and incompetent Chinese empire was ruthlessly and efficiently demolished by a well-armed and competently-led Western Alliance. After the siege of Beijing, itself brought about after the Empire itself encouraged the ‘Boxers’ (“Righteous and Harmonious Militia”) to attack all that was Western, and especially Religious, the Empire itself was dissolved into chaos and the West moved in, Trading Houses were established in Shanghai, and the pattern of the China trade was established, backed up by the well-trained, efficient and battle-hardened Western Navies and military forces.

China stumbled onwards, involving itself in WW1, hoping to gain influence in diplomatic circles, but dissolved into a period when warlords ruled. The Communists began their revolution, but are overshadowed by the Kuomintang Party, under General Chiang Shai-Shek. Kuomintang succeeds in unifying China, but Communists withdraw to the interior. The Japanese invade Manchuria, the Kuomintang and the  Communists retreat to the  farthest reaches, and carry out a guerilla war against the Japs. WW2 ends at Hiroshima and Nagasaki; whereupon the Communists attack their fellow Chinese in the Kuomintang, who decamp over the straits to Taiwan

The Communist People’s Republic of China, stands now proud and strong in the Far East. Never mind how it got there, its’ wealth and power are undisputed. Ignore the mass-murders and mini-genocides under the peadophile Mao-tse-Tung, ignore the corruption, the slaughter-abortion of millions of babies; ignore the invasion of Tibet, even ignore the imprisonment of two million Muslim Uyghurs simply because they are Muslim. The National wealth has been generated by a sort of corrupted Capitalism, aided by Western companies building their factories in China, all in aid of more shareholder profits. It is a total dictatorship; ruled with absolute power by one man, dealing out his power through eleven Geriatric Committee members, who then dictate the ‘word’ to a hand-picked Assembly, whose ranks never, ever murmur dissent.

Compare this ruthless bloodstained mob with the second-oldest Democracy in the World, the United States of America. Built from scratch by the founders, men who understood politicians, assembled after a bloody War of Independence from Great Britain, perhaps the oldest Democracy going. The President of this United States is not, as described by this apologist for terror and bloodshed, ruled by a sulky Child-Emperor, but is a billionaire businessman-cum-politician, who firstly recognised the threat which is China,, and secondly worked out the way to deal with China, which is to treat it as what it really is, an Enemy to all things Free. 

The next target of Mr. Craig-Bennet’s bile is Great Britain and Northern Ireland, (GB&NI) the country of my birth. He calls us a ‘satrapy’. One presumes he means a low-level henchman or hanger-on. I would wonder how he came to that conclusion, when  history recalls that Great Britain’s sons fought alongside those of America in two World Wars, as well as a small uprising in Korea, where the Chinese, despite overwhelming manpower, were forced to retreat after American and British forces showed the Chinese how to wage war and win. He also derides us (GB&NI) for breaking with the European Union, calling this action a ‘fit of sulks’, when it was a true essay in Democracy, where a genuine vote to remain, or to leave, told a Government that we no longer wished to remain within a bureaucratic dictatorship.

He finishes by stating that the Communists acted ‘decisively’ when the Coronavirus struck. If by ‘decisively’ he means by silencing all the medical professionals who attempted to shout a warning, ‘decisively’ by welding bars across victims’ windows to prevent then leaving, by lying about when the Virus was discovered: yep, decisively it was!

Come the time, come the hero; late as ever!

Three weeks ago. Three weeks to alter, forever, our Nation in just about every way possible and impossible. I wrote a polemic demanding ‘LOCKDOWN’; but, inside that post, also issued a warning about a ‘Police State’ scenario with our local ‘Stasi’, given free rein. But, it now seems, we have been lead, and lead badly, by a poseur politician who; admittedly, had managed to grab the headlines, a political triumph in Parliament, and an election victory beyond belief. But then, as we have come to realise, this same poseur Prime Minister, whose trouser zips seem to  be permanently unfastened, after seeing the departure of his (visible) enemies from his Cabinet, flies off to sun himself, and his pregnant girlfriend, in the millionaires’ hideaway of Mustique. Just as an aside, we still don’t know who paid for this £15,000.00 freebie, partly because the millionaire listed as paying for it in the Register of MP’s interests, stated categorically that it wasn’t him. This Prime Minister, fresh from the squabbles over his previous marriage, and having negotiated some settlement which would allow his wife to file for divorce, was frantic to get set upon yet another marriage, in order to bestow legitimacy on his future child, now lying comfortably within the womb of his fiancee.This was, as we all have known in reality, the actual face of a man who has never, ever, actually acknowledged all his kids, or his liaisons. So far, so stupid.

At the very same time as Boris was getting his butt suntanned in Mustique, the first warnings emerged from China, and actually before that from Taiwan, that a strange and unknown virus was wreaking havoc in a city called Wuhan. The scientific world is, these days, superbly well-connected, so the warnings from both Taiwan  and Singapore spread out widely that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT. But the real nigger in the woodpile, Communist China, was still saying very little, because the Chinks still felt that any idea or news that a killer disease was erupting from a city of 12 million was just bad PR for Red China, so they silenced the whistleblowers, and the virus spread like wildfire through Wuhan. 

But the British scientists persisted, and the first of five Cabinet Office Briefing room A (COBRA) was held. But the apocalyptic statistics produced by, amongst others, Imperial College London; didn’t seem to worry Sir Patrick Vallance and Professor Chris Whitty. These two, upon whose expertise this Prime Minister seems to lay overwhelming weight, were not impressed. Whitty is reported to have stated, “We have global  experts….strong track record of combating infectious disease….no confirmed cases….!!!”. This immediately after Imperial’s modelling stated 200,000 deaths a definite possibility! The Prime Minister was not present, at this or the following four COBRA meetings, and the virus swarmed ever further out from birthplace in China. Nothing happened in Whitehall, because the Prime Minister hadn’t been told about the apocalyptic statistics by his complaisant staff, who hadn’t been told either. Even if they had, the ‘Pandemic Plan’ had been sitting on a shelf, gathering dust. The warnings from Project Cygnus had been hidden and buried, by Jeremy Hunt, the then Health Minister, because the amount of cash required to upgrade NHS capabilities was, literally, apocalyptic itself. NO extra hazard suits were stockpiled, no orders placed for extra ventilator machines, or even plans for extra isolation beds or Intensive Care wards.

Once the Prime Minister was informed, chaired COBRA himself, and the terrible details emerged about the infectivity rates, they had to decide which measures to adopt: BUT WAITED NINE MORE DAYS, and by then the Prime Minister, thinking himself invulnerable, was himself infected. NO plans were adopted, and when the LOCKDOWN was announced, the Prime Minister knew that five weeks had been wasted, thousands would die; and whilst he was clapping outside Downing Street in that silly charade of ‘Support the NHS’, he was to be carted off to fight for his life within days.

We were delivered by the Prime Minister from the very real possibility of a Marxist-dominated Labour Party victory in  Westminster; that, in itself, is undeniable. But his known lackadaisical attitudes towards people who tried to tell him that things could become unreal, like nothing ever imagined in over three hundred years, meant that they were talking to blank walls. He is unlike the ancient Caesars, who had a slave whisper into their ear ‘Remember you are mortal’, and this lack of foresight could tell the British public that, although he had pulled off a winning deal over Brexit; his lack of a follow-through position over this Chinese Virus, was simply not good enough, and LABOUR’S Keir Starmer could waltz into Downing Street by default!

Hey Stupid!

  1. The virus comes in from abroad. From  China, Iran, Russia, Italy; and no-one stops them!
  2. This truly thick so-called Government demands all sixty-odd million of us stay at home.
  3. Being British, we, as a Nation, definitely dislike being told what to do.
  4. But, once we realise that the danger is absolute: we stay at home.
  5. The Police (Stasi Brigade) revel in their first chance at telling us all what to do, what to buy, and where to bloody walk.
  6. So the death statistics pile up, and despite all the footling Ministers say, about how the Protection Gear is just down the hallway, we just know that, as normal, the Government, the Civil Service, along with the wankers of Public Health England and the higher echelons of the NHS; couldn’t, collectively, get pissed in a brewery.
  7. The statisticians stumble upon a deadly pile of bodies, Virus victims: simply forgotten because they have been collectively tucked away; out of sight and mind, in 2,500-odd Care Homes, where our truly caring society has dumped their embarrassing refuse; where the GPs refuse to visit for fear of that self-same virus, where the staff stumble on, trying to care for the dementia-stricken victims who don’t even know of the peril they live within.
  8. But the numbers stubbornly refuse to flatten down, and the deadly graphs continue to rise.
  9. And then someone realises: we have left the front door wide open, +/- 15,000 virus possibilities are strolling through Heathrow every day: but, Fear Not: Health Secretary HandCock says its okay, its just that we needn’t bother our minds about 101 aircraft landing every day, laden with an average of 150 passengers. 
  10. Because, in the Head Wanker’s own words:- ‘At the current rate of transmission here, the scientists say that the epidemiological impact of keeping the travel open is very small, because there’s already large transmission here. But what I want to do is see the transmission rates here come down, which is why following this guidance is so important.’
  11. Try telling that to the relatives of some of the 14,500-odd dead and dying, sentenced to death by the virus particles probably shed by these people as they step, unhindered, untrammelled and untested, straight into the midst of unsuspecting England.

The Parasites who have the power to decide whether I Live, or Die!

I am no great fan of the New York Times. Their political stance in the days of a legally- and lawfully-elected President is woeful to behold. But in areas where they have no political axe to grind, their journalism is both impressive and courageous, which is what journalism is supposed to be all about. I wrote about one Long Read, and commented then the real journalism shines through. They now wrIte about the travails of the British during the Coronavirus attack.

 

We have not seen or heard much about the tortuous discussions, held mainly in secret behind closed doors in the backrooms of British political life, as to the ethics and outcomes, both religious and of ‘quality of life’, of decisions regarding ‘Who lives: Who dies’? Behind those secret decisions whether a complete stranger, lying comatose on a shielded hospital bed, will live: or die! Whether that  complete stranger, Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, Zoroastrian, Agnostic, Atheist will be allowed to gain access to remarkable technology, expensive and scarce, so that he or she might live. But the actual word which is the guiding philosophy is scarce, because of political and medical decisions, made by both medical and political insiders, when scarce taxpayers cash, was being discussed, when life-changing decisions for the very future of our Nation, were being made on the grounds of Cost-Benefit Analysis. In layman’s terms, the bean counters decided that the strategy behind purely medical decisions should be made on the value of the patient’s future in terms of whether that patient’s survival would be of benefit to Society?

So the questions must be asked, and specifically answered by those in high places in both the NHS and in Government.

Questions such as:-

  • Why were the public health laboratory services, a network of local and regional laboratories that was established as part of the NHS in 1946 to respond to the threat of bacteriological warfare; closed down? Were they closed as part of money-saving procedures, or were they deemed unnecessary because all research was being handed to the private sector?
  • Why were the specifics, the data and the conclusions of Operation Cygnus buried from sight, despite the terrifying implications of the complete state of Unreadiness of the British NHS being laid out in all their significant realities?
  • Why did Jeremy Hunt, the Health Secretary, bury this important, and, as has been proven, correct in all its perilous true information about how unready, in all respects, the precious NHS really was, in terms of a pandemic which was not an Influena virus?

But the largest and possibly the most important questions are and should be directed at the very top of the NHS & Public Health England, EXCLUDING all the medically-qualified senior men and women who are wearing those valuable and ultra-scarce heavy-duty gowns, visors and masks whilst tending to Virus-riddled patients; but instead aimed at the parasites who inhabit the top ranks of  both NHS & Public Health England. I make a direct and substantial difference between the NHS professionals: consultants, surgeons, registrars, staff and senior nurses: and the”appointed” staff who infest the ‘Trusts’, the ‘Committees’, the vast bureaucracy who stand aside, but organise and decree what happens inside those overstretched hospitals and wards.

The Public Health England Advisory Board is listed below:-

Chief Executive Duncan Selbie. Prior to 2013, he was Chief Executive of Brighton and Sussex University Hospitals, the regional teaching hospital for the south east of England. From 2003 to 2007 he was the Director General of Programmes and Performance for the Department of Health and subsequently its first Director General of Commissioning. Before this, he was Chief Executive of South East London Strategic Health Authority and before that Chief Executive of the South West London and St George’s Mental Health NHS Trust. He joined the NHS in January 1980. NO Degree in any sort of Medical Knowledge or Expertise 

I write of Professor Dame Julia Goodfellow, who has a physics degree, a PhD in biophysics, author of a paper upon  the Conformations Triggering Amyloidosis; (No, me neither). She has at least seven Honorary Degrees, but strangely enough, nothing at all to do with basic Medicine. She was also Vice-Chancellor of a University, President of Universities UK, and the Royal Society of Biology. In other terms, she is a typical QUANGO queen, well in with the Political mob, and likes travelling first class. Again, as I noted before, NOWT to do with Health or Medicine.

I also write of Sir Derek Myers: Derek was the first joint Chief Executive of two London Borough councils, Kensington and Chelsea and Hammersmith and Fulham (November 2011 – December 2013). Prior to that, he was Chief Executive of Kensington and Chelsea (2000 – December 2013) and Director of Social Services then Chief Executive at the London Borough of Hounslow. He is also a former chairman of the Society of Local Authority Chief Executives (2008 – October 2012) and a former non-executive director at the Department of Health. He was knighted in the Queens Honours list in 2014. A member of the Board and chairman of Audit at Public Health England and a trustee of the Royal Botanic Gardens Kew, and the London Think Tank, the Centre for London Communications Agency. He was Chief Executive of the Kensington Borough, but hastily resigned after the Grenfell Tower burned down, with all those nasty charred bodies to explain. Again, I note NOWT about Medicine, Health or Pandemics Qualifications, although there was a rumour he was, at one stage, a Social worker.

I also write of Poppy Jarman. She has no degree in any sort of Medicine, although she does have an MBA . Jaman completed her MBA at the University of Portsmouth. She also has a Post Graduate Diploma in Executive Coaching. ( so, at least PHE is better informed in Executive Coaching.) She also was race equality programme lead for National Institute for Mental Health in England. Again, NOWT in basic Degree Qualifications in any sort of Medicine.

And finally George Griffin, recently retired as a consultant physician and Professor of Infectious Diseases and Medicine at St George’s, University of London. At last, a single Medically-qualified person on the Panel which leads Public Health England, the body which is supposed to steer all of the NHS in matters of Health in England.

And do we believe they have done a good job?

 

Do we F***!

UK Virus ALERT

The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent virus threat and have therefore raised their threat level from “Miffed” to “Peeved.” Soon, though, level may be raised yet again to “Irritated” or even “A Bit Cross.”
 
The English have not been “A Bit Cross” since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies nearly ran out.
 
The virus has been re-categorized from “Tiresome” to “A Bloody Nuisance.” The last time the British issued a “Bloody Nuisance” warning level was in 1588, when threatened by the Spanish Armada.
 
The Scots have raised their threat level from “Pissed Off” to “Let’s Get the Bastard.” They don’t have any other levels. This is the reason they have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.
 
The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its alert level from “Run” to “Hide.” The only two higher levels in France are “Collaborate” and “Surrender.” The rise was precipitated by a recent fire that destroyed France’s white flag factory, effectively paralysing the country’s military capability.
 
Italy has increased the alert level from “Shout Loudly and Excitedly” to “Elaborate Military Posturing.” Two more levels remain: “Ineffective Combat Operations” and “Change Sides.”
 
The Germans have increased their alert state from “Disdainful Arrogance” to “Dress in Uniform and Sing Marching Songs.” They also have two higher levels: “Invade a Neighbour” and “Lose.”
 
Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual; the only threat they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels.
 
The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to deploy. These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new Spanish navy can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.
 
Australia, meanwhile, has raised its alert level from “No worries” to “She’ll be alright, Mate.” Two more escalation levels remain: “Crikey! I think we’ll need to cancel the barbie this weekend!” and “The barbie is cancelled.” So far, no situation has ever warranted use of the final escalation level.
 
The Russians have said “It’s not us”

Dystopia. A Society Built and Nurtured by the Left.

The Politician Steve Baker gave a fantastic speech during the final discussions about the Corona Virus Bill when it sped through the Commons. He stated categorically that, although they were not allowing a dictatorship, they are implementing at least a dystopian society.

I don’t think I am alone in having to consult a dictionary to discover the concise meaning of that strange term ‘dystopian’, but it simply means ‘relating to or denoting an imagined State or society where there is great suffering or injustice’.

So let us explore certain statements, and then see if they comply with that strange and threatening terminology

A society in which you are investigated for your thinking when you openly question whether men can “be” women is a dystopia. When, in Shakespeare’s Macbeth, Lady Macbeth calls on evil spirits to help in this task by saying “Come, you spirits/that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,/and fill from the crown to the toe top-full/ of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood./Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse”; This speech reveals her willingness to banish femininity and become like a man who kills mercilessly and without remorse.  But that was in the realms of make-believe. 

What we see in this present ‘Dystopian’ society are men who wish that others now address them as female, who state that their ‘gender’ is now that of a woman, despite retaining penis, testicles, a male frame, a deep voice and muscular structure which comes with that masculinity. That which they deny is of course patently ludicrous, can a man give birth to a child? Can a man, no matter how many steroids and other drugs they push into their deluded bodies, act in the most feminine and female acts known to humanity by giving birth to that child? Of course they cannot. Those who suffer from true ‘gender dysphoria’ which is itself akin to a mental illness. But, in this ‘Dystopian’ life we are now forced to accommodate, people have been fined and indeed imprisoned for  writing about, or addressing a man, a man who states that his gender is that of a female, as a man, or ‘Sir’ or indeed ‘Mister’!

A society in which you are arrested for detaining a man who molests your daughter in public is dystopian. Imagine that you read, or watch a video, about a political activist, a protester against Muslim Rape gangs, a journalist who had taken his family to an outdoor park. He learns from his daughter that a middle-aged man has molested his daughter. Despite the activist knowing that he has been a police target for years, he finds this paedophile, and attempts to detain him; but in the ensuing struggle, he bloodies the perpetrator’s nose. The police are called, and he lays a charge against this paedophile. But instead of arresting the predator, and asking the Activist to make a statement: the police arrest the activist/journalist, and take a statement from the alleged paedophile, and then let him go! But you wouldn’t have heard or read about the circumstances, because only the arrest of the activist/journalist was reported, not of the circumstances preceding that arrest.

What is patently obvious, to me at least, is that the whole thing was a trap, a set-up: for the purposes of entrapping the journalist/activist, because he has been a thorn in the side of the Judicial process, and they were determined to ‘fit him up’!

A society in which tens of thousands of organised sexual crimes against children go knowingly unpunished to avoid the terrible charge of racism is Dystopian. That same activist has attempted to highlight the disgusting series of trials, where mainly Muslim Pakistani and Afghani gangs have targeted, groomed and raped thousands of white British girls and young women, on a semi-organised basis. Of a society where this sexual abuse is known of, and seemingly tolerated by the various Councils and Police forces involved; under the excuse that action  against these Muslim gangs would be seen and considered as ‘Racist’! That is not only an allegation, it is true. But the vast majority of the British public may have read of the charges raised against these Muslim grooming gangs, but because of a ruthless ‘reporting restriction’ laid out on all these trials by activist judges, no one will ever hear of the tragedies inflicted on these defenceless girls; and the actions of these MUSLIM RAPE GANGS, because no newspaper, print or online, is allowed to publish a single word of the evidence lead during these trials. When the judge who jailed some of these rapists then at Liverpool Crown Court in May 2012 said their victims were “raped callously, viciously, and violently”; no-one was able to test the veracity of his statement because all reporting was ‘restricted’! When you cannot even read of what is said during ALL of these trials, when Judges routinely bar ANY reporting of the vile crimes committed by overwhelmingly Muslim men against White British girls and young women can be described as truly dystopian!

A society in which it is said to be bigoted with parents objecting to having ageing men dressed  and ‘made-up’ as women “dancing and singing to pre-school children in a public library is a dystopia. To further the cause of ‘Diversity’ and of telling primary school kids that  homosexuality is not only legal, it is perfectly normal for men to push their penises into other men’s anuses, for women to lie together in some twisted idea of sexual congress and ‘fulfilment’ through the magic phrase of ‘If someone loves someone’, then literally any thing goes! That is Dystopian!

A society in which basic observations of reality are forbidden by the use of magic words – “racism” “-phobia” – is a dystopia. To make and enhance a Hate Crime Law so that the ‘offender’ is made to attempt to prove his or her innocence when a complaint is made that someone is offended by  a speech, a Tweet, a Social Media post. The Hate Crime law is deliberately overturning centuries of British common Law and precedence by stating, categorically, that the accused is guilty, and must attempt to prove his or her innocence. Ludicrous and Dystopian!

A society in which you can be ruined for speaking the truth out loud is a dystopia.

Sir Roger Scruton was appointed to a Better Housing commission by the Government. He was interviewed by an editor on the New Statesman, and his words were turned inside out, his reputation was trashed, and the Government promptly dismissed him. It was only after The Spectator investigated that the whole piece was found to be a distortion, that he was hastily reinstated. Dystopian!

A society in which the shameful and disgusting are celebrated as virtues is a dystopia.

A society which has replaced the national home of somewhere with the borderless market of everywhere is a dystopia.

A society in which an invented grievance is a good career move is a dystopia.

A society that penalises the talented and the bright, so that Black or Ethnic minority candidates may be employed in their place in the name of “diversity” is a dystopia.

 

I rest my case!

Remember, everyone: the word used was ‘GUIDANCE’.

Long tine ago, in those far-distant days where the only menace, as far as concerned the Luton, Hitchin, Liverpool, City of London Police Forces, along with other contingents was any sound, word or video from Tommy Robinson. When the only speech worth noting was  the wise words of Jonathan Philip Chadwick Sumption, Lord Sumption, OBE, PC, FSA, FRHistS in his broadcast  Reith Lectures Series.

Before CoVid-19, the would-be Wallies-in-Uniform (and would-be Gruppenfuhrers) were threatening action if you wrote anything, derogatory or otherwise;  about a bunch of perverts on Twitter, and in many cases actually carried those threats out.

Come the Virus!

But now, these same uniformed would-be Nazis, equipped with the MOST extraordinary powers ever granted Police Forces, even in Wartime, are targeting Dog-Walkers, Ramblers and anyone trying to get a bit of peace. They have, of course, clamped on to the strange wording, ‘Non-Essential Travel’, placed there to make their harassment legal, and are targeting the aforementioned walkers who are, in fact, not committing any crime whatsoever, but because they are “Leaving their homes’, they are placing everyone at risk; according to the New Nazi / Gestapo / Stasi Gauleiters who have all jumped with joy at being able to push everyone around with legal impunity. The only thing missing were the Swastikas, still in their wrapping papers

The MPs who protested that these authoritarian measures were fully justified, and this Home Secretary should issue strong guidance to all Chief Constables that they should tell the ‘Woodentops’ to cool it, and swiftly. To mind their own business, and cease the legal harassment of people who are simply driving out so they can walk in peace! Even the afore-mentioned Lord Sumption comes in for criticism of his well-judged remarks by Police chiefs who replied that their officers were just doing the right thing, in difficult circumstances. Another Senior cop stated that “A small, number of cases where I think things could have been done differently. Comments regarding a Police State’ are widely “off the mark”

“Off the Mark’ such as flying a drone above a pathway into the Peak District, just to buzz and humiliate people who have the audacity to actually drive to an isolated spot to walk their dogs without fear of lessening the ‘Social Distance’ between themselves and anyone else.

“Off the Mark’ such as stopping drivers and enquiring is they are on an ‘Essential Journey’ despite this specific activity not being against the Law. A third instance of actions

Off the Mark’ were fining people £60.00 for buying ‘Non-Essential items.

The most environmentally disturbing ‘off the Mark’  action by Derbyshire Police was throwing black dye into  the water of a well-known Buxton beauty spot, to deter people from going there to take ‘selfies’ with the lake in the background. Just imagine, blackening the beauty of those lake waters, probably chuckling like small bullies, just because they can!

Possibly the strongest and sanest voice heard recently was that of Steve Baker, MP. This is what he had to say about this terrible but sadly necessary intrusion on our very freedoms.

 

The Only uniforms to be trusted within the UK are MILITARY. Why, because the Military owe their allegiance to the Crown, whereas the Police Forces are controlled and willingly pushed by politicians.

Happy clapper? No thanks!

I listened, inattentively, to the calls broadcast for a National Clap, and I did disregard them, because, being of a logical frame of mind, I simply asked myself the question: Why?

What good would a few million clowns all clapping and hollering at the same time do, apart from ‘making themselves feel good?

As the day wore on, I read ever more calls for all to ‘Salute’ our wondrous NHS: and still asked that very same question: Why?

Needless to state, I did not take part in this mindless outpouring of ‘Love’ for what is, in effect, the workers inside the largest State employer in, certainly, the whole of Europe. And, I might add, the most inefficient, backward, dictatorial  and secretive outfit into the bargain. Secretive?, you may ask. Just add up all the NDA (Non-disclosure Arrangements) sums of Taxpayers cash forced upon the multitude of whistleblowers under peril of losing their jobs, reputations and very livelihoods, to discover just how the NHS protects their shabby reputation.

Just remember the last big scandal in the NHS, at Stafford Hospital where many patients died as a result of the Stafford Trust’s push for extra cash from Foundation Status. The result of all the Inquiries? Five nurses were fired, and Sir David Nicholson, the boss who was in charge of the whole caboodle? He got promoted!

Fair enough, there are many people who are doing a good job, but clap? Nope, the only signal I’d give is holding up a sign which said, “ Just do your job, and that’ll be good enough!” The 1 million-odd employees of the NHS, employed, it must never be forgotten by we, the British Taxpayer are paid healthy, sometimes hefty salaries to do a singular task: to keep us all healthy, to heal us when sick, to operate when unavoidable. But they are paid these salaries because, implicit in the contracts signed is the truth that they are knowingly placing themselves in ‘harms way’.

So, whether the Nation as a whole clapped or not, it must be asked; what exactly was achieved? Did the ‘happy-clappers’ perhaps understand that they were signalling the  knowledge that, for possibly the first time in their cossetted lives, they were literally applauding the fact that the NHS employees were doing the job which they had been paid to do? I doubt it very much. 

Clap? Perhaps the best, or possibly the most honest response; would be a simple, diagonal nod of the head. Enough of this hysteria! We are; after all, British. Give credit where due, but calls for clapping or some other demonstration for a large group of people simply doing their jobs: simply not done!

Shopping 2020——Virus Style

I append some pix taken just this morning of my ‘shopping trip’ to the local supermarket.

The queueing stretched right along the outside wall, around the back and back again.

I was queueing for fifty-five minutes, and gained access to the main entrance five minutes before the ‘Vulnerable’ slot came to an end at 10.00 a.m.

   

Above: This is me on the ‘Home Stretch’, about seventy-five yards to go!

 

And all because the Chinese Communist Party dislikes anything being published which puts their ‘Party’ in a bad light.

The snivelling Cnuts!!!

LOCKDOWN: NOW!

So how do you reckon this bunch would have reacted in 1939?

That question was asked of me by a stranger as we stood in line, on last Sunday morning in a triple-length supermarket checkout line. I with my two newspapers and a pack of chorizo sausage (the chorizo essential for chewing as I read my double ration of news and comment) and my queue colleague with his newspaper and a single pack of lager.

My reply was succinct and truthful, “Knowing this bunch, and watching as the herd reacts; we would probably be conversing in German, and ending with ‘Heil Hitler’!

The previous Friday, I had already picked up my pre-ordered shopping, and was in the large local supermarket to pick up a few items which needed personal choice. I had watched in quiet horror as the store, which normally would be fairly busy, was literally heaving with customers: in truth busier than Christmas Eve. Uber-Laden trolleys queued down the aisles, as frantic shoppers bought everything in sight. The unnerving sight of near panic was spread out before me: and this was in England. Was this the same England who stood and sat, soberly and quietly, in a worried silence, whilst they listened to a Prime Minister speaking on the BBC, who, equally soberly and quietly, stated that Nazi Germany was now our enemy?

The day after my Sunday chat with one guy, I drove a mate to stock up supplies for his family grocery business, as he had lost his own licence. We headed towards the local branch of a national wholesaler. We didn’t know what to expect, but our worst fears were realised as we set foot through the sliding doors. What normally was.a well-stocked, calm, well-oiled vending organisation had become a warehouse with empty shelves, stocks of virtually everything were reduced to torn boxes, The high racks and shelving which had held toiletries, detergents, kitchen and toilet rolls were, simply; devastated. My mate had, on his list, one item in particular, hand sanitiser. We spoke to a warehouse worker, taking items from a pallet and restocking empty shelving. When asked about the sanitiser, he grinned, wearily, pointed to the empty shelves and said, “That whole section disappeared within forty minutes of opening on Saturday. The lads who were bringing pallet loads from the intake areas were ambushed as they came through the swing doors, and everything was pulled away and on to the trolleys. In the end, the management had to threaten them with the police being called! And that was from ordinary people!”

We left, having filled perhaps half of my mate’s shopping list, and with sadly shaking heads. This is now modern England; a disease-ridden, panic-riven wasteland. And why? Because our politicians refused to even consider that Far-Eastern Nations, such as Singapore, Japan and Taiwan knew that the very mention of leaked news of an unknown viral illness which was  said to be circulating within Wuhan, a Chinese city to the south of Beijing was cause for deep concern. Knowing that the Communist Chinese would stamp rigorously on any rumour of a viral epidemic, because that would reflect badly upon the great Communist dream. The Communists ruthlessly stamped upon the natural inclinations of the medical staff to spread the word, that same staff who had first recognised that this viral infection was both new and savage, in that the Chinese who had been infected had no natural immunity; and so were easy targets for a deadly new virus.

The Taiwanese Government, being supremely realistic about their giant Cousin across the 80 miles of the Taiwan Straits, about the reticence of the Communists to release any news which ‘MIGHT’ reflect badly on their SuperState, proceeded to adopt a plan which was developed after the SARS virus epidemic. The plan was to board every aircraft coming in from Wuhan, and secondly from Hubei province, record if any passengers were suffering from high temperatures, heavy coughing and fever symptoms, and ruthlessly quarantine all until treatment could begin. But Heathrow? FORGET IT!

This Government of ours is terrified of hitting the Big Red Button which is labelled “LOCKDOWN”. Terrified because they will look just the same as the Commie crowd in Beijing, despite the clear evidence that the ‘LOCKDOWN’ actually works. But it must be complete, it must be level, and it must be enforced rigorously. When scientists state, again  and again, that the only way to stop this scourge IS TO ACT RUTHLESSLY, our pusillanimous politicians will not bite the bullet. When literally millions of Brits set a metaphorical ‘two fingers’ at the earnest advice; then it is about time that the kid gloves come off, and the iron fist is exposed. Italy acted too late,with 50,000 cases confirmed, and 5,400 dead. That, folks, is reality. As my mate David Vance discovered, the huge slice of dead Italians is because the Italians have imported, overtly, over 100,000 migrants from Mainland China to work in the sweat shops making those leather goods which are exported back to China. So when all those ‘effing Chinese illegals came flooding back after their bloody New Year, the corona virus came back with them.

We have to be brutal, because brutality works. Don’t take any notice of me; I’m just a retired Engineer, looking after a very sick wife; ill now for decades. But take notice of this lady, because she knows of what she talks and writes about. Take note, otherwise we will be seeing A FULL AND EXACT COPY OF this graph, because it will then be too late! Note the figures on the vertical side of the graphic, which peaks at 450,000 dead!

LOCKDOWN NOW, BEFORE WE SEE THIS GRAPHIC!

SOME COMMENTATORS WEEP TEARS AT THE CESSATION OF CIVIL LIBERTIES, BUT WHICH WOULD YOU RATHER BE: HEALTHY, BUT WITH LIMITED FREEDOMS FOR A WHILE; OR FREE AS A BIRD: A DEAD BIRD?

 

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J’ACCUSE! The stupid Brit Scientists: AND THE STUPID POLITICIANS WHO LISTEN TO THEM

The British Politicians, with one voice, parrot the reply, “We’re Listening to the Scientists, and reacting accordingly”. As the numbers sweep inexorably upwards, as Italy signals ‘defeat’ by extending the lock-down to the whole of their virus-stricken Nation, as South Korea reacted so swiftly, and in doing so seemingly slowed down the infection rates, and of course corresponding fatalities: what is the British government doing? Sitting, with their fists clenched and wedged firmly up their arseholes, watching as the airports welcome ever more airplanes full of potential carriers: and not even warning those arriving of the severe possibilities of disease or death possibly carried amongst them. Truly a right bright bunch of Cnuts! 

 

These are the same ‘Scientists’ backed by algorithmic spreadsheets and data ten years out of date who parroted about how to combat ‘Foot and Mouth disease’; whose ‘advice’ ended up costing Great Britain £9 billions in replenishment costs for the slaughtered cattle and sheep alone. 

 

Those same ‘Scientists’ who started the BSE plague in the first place by relaxing the strict temperature requirements for the heat treatment of pig swill: along with the suicidal policies  of allowing possibly contaminated meat and offal tissue from one species to be fed, haphazardly and with no supervision whatsoever, to another, totally different animal species.

 

And now we seemingly depend upon their interpretation of the  ‘Scientific Facts’ to determine when and if large, frighteningly large numbers of people will die a seemingly terrible death. If we heard one of these so-called Scientists admit that they do not even know how Coronavirus is transmitted, that would be a ‘first’: but they will not even tell the  public,  a Public which they are supposed to be serving, the truth about what they ‘DON’T EVEN KNOW THEMSELVES’!

When the Spanish Flu pandemic of 1918-19-20 hit the world, it could not have had a more auspicious birthright. Large portions of the world’s population were hungry, many starving; more were worn out through the years of War, of strife, and, most importantly, there were vast encampments full of soldiers, refugees and other, mainly military-allied warehouse structures. The first recorded case of the H1N1 virus was of a soldier. In early March 1918, he reported to the sick quarters in Fort Riley, Kansas, complaining of being feverish. With the vast movement of American soldiers en-route for Europe, the unknown virus travelled with them, and within weeks, the hospitals were flooded with the sick and the dying. As it was a new strain of Influenza, no resistance had been built up within any population, and the  disease struck with frightening rapidity within any centre where exposure had happened.

Fast-Forwards almost exactly one hundred years, and we find ourselves staring down the barrel of a weapon for which there is no cure, no antidote (despite all our vast knowledge, technology or expertise), and for which  we have NO TOLERANCE WHATSOEVER! 

And what is the  advice of the smug pillocks who smile, and dole out the advice as though they, and they alone, know all the answers? Wash your hands for twenty seconds! Apart from being a boon to soap, sanitiser and gel manufacturers, this will possibly serve no purpose whatsoever, because these smug bastards do not know if the CoronaVirus is passed by bodily or hand contact. What is it is airborne? Will a carrier, who is not displaying any symptoms yet, be transmitting the bacteria throughout the cabin of the aircraft he is returning in from some diseased hotspot?

Instead of doing as President Trump has just done, which is to ban all flights from Europe, instead of following the stance and advice of the Taiwanese Government, who stare daily at their giant enemy across the narrow ocean strait which separates them; the British did sweet fuck all! 

When the WHO was notified on Dec. 31, 2019, of a pneumonia of unknown cause in Wuhan, China, Taiwanese officials began to board planes and assess passengers on direct flights from Wuhan for fever and pneumonia symptoms before passengers could deplane.

As early as Jan. 5, notification was expanded to include any individual who had traveled to Wuhan in the past 14 days and had a fever or symptoms of upper respiratory tract infection at the point of entry. Suspected cases were screened for 26 viruses, including SARS and MERS. Passengers displaying symptoms were quarantined at home and assessed whether medical attention at a hospital was necessary. 

As a direct result of this control, Taiwan has, of this date; only 49 confirmed cases, and one death! Great Britain & Northern Ireland has 460 cases, and 8 dead; and counting!

 

Whose scientists do you trust?

The ‘IT’LL BE ALRIGHT ON THE NIGHT’ CROWD’ IN BRITAIN; OR THE TAIWANESE: THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE STARED DEATH DOWN THE BARREL OF CHINESE DISEASE, AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE?

 

Nope, Ambassador, on this, you are dead wrong!

I have respect for Ambassador Ronald LAUDER  for his support of the Auschwitz memorial campaign; but reject his Totalitarian ideas about Free Speech.

 

He spoke with Justin Webb about Auschwitz, at 43 minutes into the Today programme. He talked about his campaign to preserve Auschwitz as a memorial; and how the numbers of those who survived are decreasing with the passing of time. The BBC’s interviewer asked if this year would probably be the last time that so many would testify?

 

The Ambassador confirmed that in the five years since the 70th anniversary, half the number had died; and although the next anniversary was to be the 80th, if even one survivor remained, he would do his utmost to have them testify.. He spoke of the girl who came with two thousand other children, and only four survived. He told of those who testified of the sinister Dr. Mengele, and of the experiments on twins and children. He also spoke of the fact that most of the survivors had no hatred, but just wished to get on with their lives. All of which is factual, and born out by evidence.

 

But then this Ambassador began speaking of the rise of ‘anti-semitism’ and how it should be tackled, because no-one spoke out in the early years, and then it was too late.

 

He then spoke in terms of Legislating to make ‘Anti-Semitic language’ a crime, and to imprison anyone who was judged to be ‘Anti-Semitic’ or ‘Islamophobic’, because that was, in his view, the only way to fight this way of thinking.

 

So here we have a Jewish Billionaire ex-Ambassador, supposedly aiming to have us all remember the Holocaust; and he is preaching that ANYONE who falls foul of his way of thinking, which is to repudiate Anti-Semitic ideals; that ANYONE who speaks, in his way of thinking, of denigrating Muslims and Islam, should be shovelled straight in to the slammer, and left to rot.

 

Well, Ambassador, you may be worth Billions of dollars, you may be Chairman of the Jewish Heritage Council; Director of the International Board of Governors of the International Society for Yad Vashem; Member of the United States Holocaust Memorial Council; Member of the Board of Directors of the Jewish Theological Seminary; Member of the Board of Directors of the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee; Member of the Board of Trustees of the Anti-Defamation League Foundation; Member of the Board of Trustees of The Abraham Fund; Chairman of the Board of Trustees of the Sakharov Archives at Brandeis University and Member of the International Board of Governors of the Tel Aviv Museum: but that doesn’t give you the right to tell ANYBODY how to think, how to speak, how to voice their own opinions, and how to view their fellow man!

 

Establishing the Coefficient of Bravery in a Crew during a Bombing Raid

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I believe that the truth about many Academics, with some truly honourable exceptions, is that their lives have passed with no relevance to the world upon which they comment, and, for all the use their inane prattlings contain; they might well have stayed mute and been content with that anonymity. But, unfortunately, their arrogance outweighs their humanity; they speak, and write, mainly of what they do not either understand or observe; and so descend into their own particular brand of lunacy.

A typicaL example of this academic lunacy in action can be found in this paper, which is entitled within the link, actuality being too verbose to be quickly understood. In this document, published some six years ago; the author, one Robin Hudson, purports to catalogue the odds against any particular bomber being shot down, or otherwise ‘Failing to Return’; from a mission over Nazi Germany.

His ‘statistical’ approach to a matter of life or death, as applied to a British bomber force crew, is both lunatic, and flawed beyond redemption. His thesis rests on various factors inclusive of cloud cover, length or duration of mission, target city’s population, and of course whether bombers went out in daylight, or at night. 

A sample of the lunacies presented is to show that it is possible to predict the probability of being shot down on the most dangerous flight. A lone daytime flight in a Lancaster, bombing a high population target from 50ft with no cloud cover comes out with an approximate 85% predicted probability of failure.

No mention is made of the simple fact that we were fighting across the world for our very survival, nor of the truth that, although Great Britain and France declared war upon Nazi Germany for violations of honourable Diplomatic Treaties held with Poland, no-one actually knew of the evils of Nazi Germany, or of their obsession with the virtual Genocide of the Jewish race until the War was nearly over. 

No calculation, used in Mr. Hudson’s work, demonstrates the sheer ferocity inflicted upon British cities by the Luftwaffe’s bomber forces, and the need to demonstrate to a Nazi Government that two can play at that game. No calculation or variable was utilised by Mr. Hudson could have imagined the bravery of those British Bomber crews as they studied the statistics, plain to everyone who flew from, or was operational on, the many bomber bases across Great Britain as the numbers were listed, both of those who survived, and of those who ‘Failed to Return”. 

I commenced this small piece by railing against the thought processes which could look upon the statistics which represented brave men. Many of those men who would make that ‘Supreme Sacrifice’ whilst attacking their nation’s enemies. I wonder if Mr. Hudson, if he had been around in 1939, would have volunteered for such service, or would he have opted for a ‘reserved occupation’ so he could maybe keep his hands clean of that nasty blood which was being spilled so liberally in defence of his Country? I wonder if Mr. Hudson, during those pleasant years at Nottingham University, studying for his Degree in Economics, and also cataloguing the vast numbers of documents which constituted the background to his ‘Empirical’ dissertation; ever considered the realities of battles some five miles in the air. Battles against men who were determined to kill the flier before he killed them, as could well be discovered if he had read, as I have, the legendary tale of one American flier, who helped fight his bomber through the virtual hell which was the American B-17 attack upon the ball-bearing factories of Schweinfurt: and then attempt to integrate those words into his scholarly treatise about Death?

55,573 deaths were recorded during Bomber Command’s operations against the enemy. 33,000 Americans ‘Failed to Return’ from their daylight bombing raids. I wonder how Mr. Hudson would fold those Allied deaths into his computations, or would they all be written off as ‘Extraneous Variables’?

Its the Numbers which count!

After the Parliamentary shambles produced after that useless woman slid into No. 10, who imagined that she had the stature of Thatcher: and then proved herself totally wrong by destroying the working majority previously handed to her after the 2017 election; we now see the change after the Tory Quislings were unceremoniously booted out; after the election of a Tory Prime Minister who is worthy of that term; after the turn away from a Marxist Ideal by masses of once-loyal Labour voters; after the ‘Stonking’ majority of the Tory Party was proven after that historic ‘Exit Poll’ was voiced with some gloom by all BBC broadcasters. 

From a  Minority government which limped along from crisis to larger problems; from a Government only held in place by a ‘Supply and Confidence’ arrangement from the DUP in Northern Ireland, we now see the spring in the Government’s step as they casually defeat wrecking Amendments galore, placed there by a Labour Opposition who know that they just ain’t got no hope, but feel that they have to sound off anyway, presumably to get their names noted by Hansard; and thus get their tiny slice of immortality.

Even Labour’s own in-house newspaper, the Guardian, attempts to hide, or at least disguise, the tragedy which befell that same Labour Party at that election. When it reports of  a ‘setback’ to the Prime Minister by stating that the House of Lords voted in favour of three amendments to the EU Withdrawal Bill, they forgot, or rather omitted, to report that all those worthy idealists were just spouting hot air. They did report that, because of Johnson’s big majority, the results are expected to be overturned by the Commons. Again, it must be asked, “What’s the point?”, The Opposition peers aren’t daft, well, not all of them. They know that those Amendments will not last for five milliseconds when the Bill returns to the Commons: so why waste the oxygen in even attempting to amend something which passed by a margin of 99 votes in the House of Commons? Things such as the wholesale decimation of all those expensive ‘QUANGO’S so beloved of failed politicians.

Opposition Amendments to that same Bill produced results as follows:-

 (division #3; result was 251 aye, 342 no)

(division #4; result was 251 aye, 341 no)

(division #5; result was 251 aye, 343 no)

(division #6; result was 261 aye, 339 no)

(division #7; result was 251 aye, 347 no)

(division #8; result was 251 aye, 347 no)

(division #9; result was 262 aye, 337 no)

Let us hope that Boris, along with his scruffy colleague Dominic Cummings, tackles the things which matter to the voters, and ignores the knee-jerk ideas which are creeping out of some crevices in Westminster. Things such as a speedy reform of both the voting system, the whole idea of ‘postal votes’, the presentation of ID documents at a Polling Station; and a wholesale decapitation of the Electoral Commission. Things such as a repeal of all ‘Hate’ Legislation, where the accused has to prove himself innocent of causing ‘Offence’ to some pillock or other. Things such as a removal of all ideas such as being charged with a crime on the basis of something written on line! Things such as the prompt withdrawal of ‘Education Guidance’ telling five-year-old Primary school kids that homosexuality is acceptable in mainstream life.

Let us consider what can be achieved after we  throw off the dead hand of Europe! Let us rejoice!

Scruton Scrutinised. The vile disgrace of the Fake-News Lefties:

Sir Roger Scruton was a writer and philosopher who has published more than forty books in philosophy, aesthetics and politics. He is widely translated. He is a fellow of the British Academy and a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. He teaches in both England and America and is a Senior Fellow at the Ethics and Public Policy Center, Washington D.C. He is currently teaching an MA in Philosophy for the University of Buckingham.

 Sir Roger was proposed to join, and possibly lead, the Commission for Better Housing. This Commission is a new QUANGO, set up so that the May Govt. could point to the Commission whenever the quality of new housing is discussed / dissected / exposed; and then to be able to say, ”Well, we advised the builders and developers how things should be done; its not our fault if nobody took a blind bit of notice!”. In other words, its yet more ‘smoke and mirrors’. But the whole idea was really to give Sir Roger a last chance at a real spot in the public’s gaze.

This is where this true gentleman made the mistake of a lifetime. He had completely forgotten that, lurking in the shadows of T’Internet, lay the worst collection of Leftist Trolls, miscreants and diehard scumbags; ever ready to pounce on the slightest verbal misstep of anyone considered to be to the right of Genghis Khan.

The beady-eyed commissars of political correctness immediately sensed an opportunity and, within hours, they were hard at work, digging through everything Scruton had ever said or written in the hope of finding material they could be “offended” by — ideally, anything that would make him look like a racist, homophobe or misogynist, even if that meant wrenching it out of context. Given that Scruton has written more than 50 books and enjoyed a long career as a prolific journalist and public speaker, they had plenty of material to sift through and, sure enough, they soon found a treasure trove of “hateful” comments. For instance, he’d once described “Islamophobia” as a “propaganda word” and — in a column for the Telegraph in 2007 — said homosexuality was “not normal”. He’d also given a lecture in the United States in 2005 in which he questioned whether “date rape” — defined by him as when a woman has initially consented to sex but withdrawn it afterwards — should be a criminal offence.

 

His publisher also made an appointment for an interview with the New Statesman, but because Sir Roger had worked with them before, he was unaware of the devious nature of the interviewer, and so the the interview is duly published — a mendacious concoction of out-of-context remarks and downright fabrications. The hue and cry which was raised by this collection of lies, untruths and selected mis-quotations was everything the fabricators could have hoped for; as Sir Roger was promptly evicted from his seat on this Commission: his dismissal being based purely on his ‘reported divisive remarks’ about Homosexuality and ‘Iaslamophobia’. 

A spokeswoman said: “Professor Sir Roger Scruton has been dismissed as chairman of the Building Better Building Beautiful Commission with immediate effect, following his unacceptable comments.

“A new chair will be appointed by the Secretary of State, to take this important work forward, in due course.”

Downing Street said Sir Roger’s comments were “deeply offensive and completely unacceptable” and that it was right that he had been dismissed.

“He was appointed because of his expertise in the built environment but his comments are clearly distracting from the work of the commission and it is no longer right for him to act as a Government adviser,” a No 10 spokeswoman said.

 

The Spectator magazine went into action to seek proof of how Sir Roger had been misquoted and blackguarded, and, based upon the original taped interview, received a belated apology from the Government, and a further apology from James Brokenshire, who at least had the plain guts to stick to his principles. The ‘journalist’ was suspended, and Sir Roger was eventually restored to his Commission post, but now, because of the immense pressure, was in poor health.

Scruton went on to receive further plaudits and decorations, but, mainly because of that terrible pressure upon his credibility and hence his health and well-being, died a few days ago.

 

World Exclusive!. The reason why Ukraine’s Flight PS752 was shot down!

This reporter has had it confirmed that the missile explosions which caused the Ukrainian jet to crash was the unfortunate result of ‘crossed wires’ between Iran’s Leader, and a minor official in the Iranian Defence Intelligence Department.

 

Iran’s Supreme leader, the holy man Ali Khamenai sat in his air-conditioned home, sipping from a glass of Petrus 1961, (valued at +_ $60,000.00 a bottle). All was content with his world, and of course, his Revolution. He smiled as he reviewed the happenings of the past days. He had, by signalling through totally private channels to his worst enemy, America’s Trump, that his virtual second-in-command, Iranian General Qasem Soleiman, was arriving at Baghdad’s International Airport. He knew that the Americans would do exactly what he envisaged, which was to kill the General with a drone strike. They knew that Soleiman was getting too big for his boots, and the old Iranian cleric had already heard that the General was planning a strike, not at the Great Satan, but instead at the inner core of Iran’s nuclear energy and nuclear materials leadership, and installing himself at the head. He had gotten rid of a big problem, and of course, by laying all the blame at the feet of the Great Satan, America was viewed as the ‘bad guy’, and he was free and clear. ‘Fair enough’, he mused, America was to be metaphorically punished, and the agreed number of missiles were to be aimed and indeed fired, at empty spaces in two of America’s bases in Iraq. 

 

But his evening was rudely interrupted as an official from Iran’s Intelligence Service delivered the results of a secret investigation which had investigated the many Western airlines visiting Iran, and their attitude towards Iran’s restrictions on the serving and use of alcohol within Iranian airspace. He saw the proof, that the Ukrainian National Airline had been observed to be serving large measures of whisky and vodka as soon as the pilots switched off the ‘seatbelt’ sign as they left the confines of the airport. “This airline,” he snarled, “These idolators must be punished; and punished severely. They must be taught a cruel and rapid lesson. This carrier of idolators must be dealt a savage blow.”

 

We now understand that the official contacted the nearest missile defence regiment, and confirmed that the Ayatollah himself had decreed that Flight PS752 was to be targeted and scanned with missile radar beams locked on, as the Leader wished them to be very frightened. It was later discovered that the whole Regiment was already on heightened alert status because the salvo of missiles, being readied to be fired at bases in Iraq as the ‘punishment’ for the general’s assassination by the American missile was being readied, and a missile crew corporal just got the wrong message. He ordered the release and firing of two Russian-made and supplied missiles, and the rest is history.

Iran will never admit to the mistake, clinging instead to the usual meaningless ‘technical malfunction’. They will partially wipe any incriminating evidence from the flight recorders. The screaming headlines from the world’s press will never be allowed to surface in that truly unhappy nation. No compensation will ever be paid to the relatives of those killed by mistake.

 

The Ayatollah was aid to be considering opening another bottle of that Petrus vintage.

Builder Director walks off with £75 million: but houses are fire hazards

As the 2019 election progressed, the various parties promised much. Let us examine just one aspect of those promises; namely Housing.

Labour promised to build, over the next decade, a million new homes in a Social Housing Campaign.

Lib-Dems promised 100,000 homes for Social Rent each year, for a total of Half-a-Million over the Election period. Actually, as the LIB-Dems stood absolutely no chance of gaining power, they may as well have promised equality with Labour, because that’s all the promises were worth: Hot air!

The Tories didn’t promise anything, excepting a White Paper, and a move towards cancelling the ability of landlords to kick tenants out without a long notice period.

The problem with politicians and their promises, especially with building and buying homes; is that none of the whole lot in the last or indeed the present Parliament has ever held a job which results in someone actually living in a house which they have had a physical hand in building. They may have learned about the law regarding buildings, and the many pitfalls therein, but unless a man has had to figure out which bit goes where, how bricks are laid, how concrete is mixed, delivered and set in place, how toilets, sinks, plumbing and central heating actually works, he isn’t worth a bucket of spit on a building site.

 

I was trained as an Engineer, and have been involved in engineering processes throughout that same life. One of the first things which was drilled into me, was the simple truth that no-one can be trusted to do a job correctly without supervision. What is perhaps, more important than that truth, was the second truth, that the supervisors themselves must have been trained on those same jobs which they are inspecting and supervising. To put things fairly simply, the one-hundred-and-one parts of a house come together with skilled men, working under close and constant supervision, to provide a product which used: I repeat ‘USED’, to be a byword of competence in Great Britain. The presence of a snagging list was literally unheard of on most large building sites where thousands of houses were built by British working men, proud of their knowledge, skill and attitude towards a day’s work.

 

Consider the delivered product of a large builder such as Persimmon Homes. In years gone by, headlines such as Persimmon Homes from Hell would be literally unheard of, but incredibly, similar .headlines appear with alarming regularity. At a housing project site in Cornwall, the headlines told homeowners that the properties they had bought were to be inspected because  Cavity Fire Barriers, standard products for wood-framed homes, were thought NOT to have been installed, and all the homes were to be inspected and brought up to standard.

 

An ‘Independent Review’ commissioned by Persimmon, found that the lack of Cavity Fire Barriers was endemic across all Persimmon building sites. The Review stated “Persimmon has a nationwide problem of missing and/or incorrectly installed cavity barriers in its timber-frame properties”, the review said. The report added that while the firm had reacted quickly when this problem had been identified, it had only inspected the eaves of properties, and not assessed whether the same problem was occurring in party walls and around windows and doors.

 

This is the same Persimmon which was verbally slammed for initially proposing a £110 million bonus to its CEO, a bloke called Fairburn, and still paid him £75 million in the full knowledge that he presided over this regulatory and safety shambles.

 

To come closer to home, a close relative bought a house, and the main faults which rose were shoddy work on basic plumbing connections and works. But what was worse was the simple fact that nothing was accessible for repair. A cistern repair meant the entire back wall of a staircase had to be cut open to gain access. This operation wasn’t done once, but twice, both upstairs and down. Outside water pipes remained unprotected until the owner complained to the Company director. The list went on and on. But the laughable things, (well, not laughable to the new owners maybe) were the advertising booklets which spoke of ‘Luxury in every respect’. Nothing complained of was ever approached until the head office was involved; and even then reluctantly.

 

And this is the so-called workforce which was going to build a million houses in ten years, if you believed Labour’s promises. Perhaps the Tories were at least being honest, in that they knew the category of the present British working man, and decided to stay ‘Schtum’! Myself, I am glad my working days are over, because I have seen the modern product offered, and disliked it intensely!

 

Obituary: David Bellamy; silenced for being a ‘Denier’!

In the long run my observations have convinced me that some men, reasoning preposterously, first establish some conclusion in their minds which, either because of its being their own or because of their having received it from some person who has their entire confidence, impresses them so deeply that one finds it impossible ever to get it out of their heads. Such arguments in support of their fixed idea … gain their instant acceptance and applause. On the other hand whatever is brought forward against it, however ingenious and conclusive, they receive with disdain or with hot rage – if indeed it does not make them ill. Beside themselves with passion, some of them would not be backward even about scheming to suppress and silence their adversaries. I have had some experience of this myself. … No good can come of dealing with such people, especially to the extent that their company may be not only unpleasant but dangerous. Galileo Galilei

There once was a well-qualified scientist. 

His Qualifications and titles included OBE., BSc., PhD., Hon FLS,. DSc., DUniv., C.Biol., FIBiol., FRIN.

   Hon: Professor Adult and Continuing Education-University of Durham. Special Professor of Geography University of Nottingham. Hon Professor of the University of Central Queensland.  

   President of The Conservation Foundation, Durham. Surrey and Birmingham Wildlife Trusts, Coral Cay Conservation, National Association for Environmental Education. British Naturalists Association, Conservation Volunteers of Ireland, British Institute of Cleaning Science, British Home and Holiday Parks Association, Camping and Caravanning Club of Great Britain.  

   Vice President British Trust for Conservation Volunteers, Fauna and Flora International, Marine Conservation Society, Australian Marine Conservation Society, Wild Trout Trust, Countrywide Holidays Association.  

   Trustee of the Living Landscape Trust, Hon Fellow Chartered Institute of Water and Environmental Management. Honorary Member of the Emirates Environment Group.     

He is an international consultant, author of 44 books, writer and presenter of some 400 television programmes on Botany, Ecology and Environment. 

   Recipient of the Dutch Order of the Golden Ark, the U.N.E.P. Global 500 Award; The Duke of Edinburgh’s Award for Underwater Research; BAFTA., Richard Dimbleby Award., BSAC Diver of The Year Award, RGS Busk Medal. 

His name? David Bellamy.

For many years, David Bellamy was a constant upon television, especially the BBC. Any Natural History programme, Children’s programmes including “Blue Peter’, he was never far away. He was a ‘natural’ when it came to putting over his viewpoints on Botany, Biology, the wonder and nature of trees: his views and statements were welcomed, sought after. He was courted by the famed and the famous. His views on both habitat and the environment were absorbed so well because of his manner of speaking, as an ordinary man, as ‘one of us’. His contemporary was David Attenborough. Between them, they had the ‘natural world’ all sewn up, and shared between the two of them.

But then came the utter tragedy, the betrayal of all that ‘the Majority’ spoke for and accepted. He said that, in his opinion, the whole premise of Global Warming, of Climate Change, of the theories put forwards by ‘eminent’ scientists about the effect of Man, in the guise of the emission of Carbon Dioxide was mistaken, the whole idea that Carbon Dioxide was the accelerant behind the melting of the ice-caps, of the diminution of huge glaciers was; simply: POPPYCOCK.

His broadcasting and television work dried up, he was scorned by the BBC, ITV followed suit, he was lashed by the ‘climate change’ troll brigade for daring to speak out, to speak his truth, in the face of ‘The Accepted Science’ as known by all these ‘scientists’ who get their funds from, Promoters of ‘Climate change’; who else.

He was a truly nice man and bore the scars with humility. But, just for the sheer hell of it, I give you two things with which to ponder the past, and indeed the future. In one of his interviews, he said:-

“Climate change is happening, it’s been happening all the time there has been a climate, and there certainly is a period in recent times when it appears that the temperature is going up and up.

“But I would show you this one thing out of the paper – strawberries in December, frog spawn in February – not 2007 but 1868 and no one blamed global warming then. I have asked the global warmers how to explain facts like that and they always don’t give me an answer. So I am a sceptic. We have got to get this thing argued out in public properly and not just take one opinion”

In fact he believes that the Earth is heading for another ice age and then temperatures will cool down.

He said temperatures are going up and down all the time and he does not think it can simply be blamed on the amount of carbon dioxide being produced.

What he thinks are responsible for rising temperatures are sun spot cycles.

He said: “The sun is getting old and it is getting warmer all the time but we do have cycles of sun spots and when those sun spots come the effect is to warm the Earth up and warm the atmosphere.

“They are big flares, there are enormous flares, it’s an atomic powerhouse – you can actually see them – they are enormous eruptions. At least half of the temperature rise that we have seen correlates with these sun spots.”

What he passionately believes is that the subject should be properly debated and not just one side accepted without that.

He said: “We have got to get this thing argued out in public properly and not just take one opinion.

“Science works like that. Science is wonderful because you can argue with people and when you got proved wrong you went away with a bloody nose but you looked up to that scientist even more and you tried to get your research right.

“And I don’t actually think we have been given, and especially the public, has been given a fair whack of the other side.”

He said he would like people to be given the other side of the story and let them make up their own minds.

But he says he is used to attracting derision for his opinions on the subject. He said he has had problems getting papers published which go against the view that global warming is due to carbon.

He said: “We are labelled climate sceptics, heretics. In fact some people have said we should be tried for crimes against humanity because if we don’t stop something which perhaps isn’t even happening, millions of people are going to die.

“I honestly think it’s appalling that we have been told by some pretty top people that global warming is going to kill billions of people in the future and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

He adds: “I think it’s pure scaremongering and I would stay stop it until the debate has been had in public and we can come out with a real scientific consensus of fact.”

But he said he supports the move for people to take measures to conserve energy. One area he believes should be concentrated on is looking at using tidal power to provide energy instead of the more popular method of wind power.

The second is an interview which he did with an Irish tv show, and this is what he said then:-

 

Rest now; you fine, upstanding man; your time has now run, but they may well regret shunning you in decades to come!

Labour’s Promises……..Reality

When gazing in a mirror whilst trimming my beard, I admit that time has indeed marched on. My hair and beard are either silver, or snow white. Ever more, I look back upon my life, and examine the times which I have lived through, and noted how things have changed, usually for the worst. We do, as a Nation, live longer, mainly due to advances in medical technology, but these advances are, unfortunately, skewed towards the better educated, as well as those wealthier than the poorest. The life and the Body Politic have changed, in so many ways in these Islands of ours; so much that if a man who lived in, say the Nineteen-Thirties was transported forwards, and deposited in this year of Twenty-Nineteen: he would hardly recognise that this is the land of his birth. Changes almost beyond belief have been wrought; some for the best; but most bending towards the destruction of what was once known; in my eyes: as civilised society.

Take just one item from the morass of bits of our very lifestyle which have been subject to the slow, insidious grasp of the Liberal Left, and you may agree with this writer that ‘Change’ has not altogether been for the best. I can only speak of my own experiences in Education, but I believe that my upbringing had much in common with the wider community. Primary school was where we learned the Three ‘R’s: Reading, wRiting and aRithmetic. There was discipline, there were no rowdy interruptions, we called the teachers ‘Miss’, ‘Mrs.’ or ‘Sir’; with absolutely no exceptions. The teacher’s voice was the only one heard, unless and until a common question was asked, and usually a forest of hands shot up in response: because no-one spoke without invitation, and we all waited until addressed by our name before replying. We learned by rote; by lists, by those ‘Times Tables, by learning, off by heart, small booklets full of the ‘most difficult’ words: and no-one jeered, or laughed, or disrupted the class! No-one ran inside the school buildings, because to run was to be uncouth, to be ill-mannered. We ran, and played, and talked outside; gaining, without ever realising or noting the fact that we were exercising, muscle tone and strength.

Moving on, as I did, to a Grammar school, or as most of my friends did towards a Secondary Modern school, we were all subject to varying models of discipline, but, again, we learnt by reading, by example, by observation. True, in the Grammar school which I attended, the physical side of the ‘discipline’ model tended more towards the back-hander across the ear, or in my own case being knocked unconscious for the ‘high crime’ of ‘disrespecting the teacher by lifting my desk lid before he was out of the class. But, I lived through it, and, I suppose, looking back from fifty years of life’s hard knocks; we came through with a healthy respect for rules, written and unwritten.

Fast forwards some fifty-odd years, and take a good, hard look at modern British schools, the (allegedly) comprehensive education system, and the hold which the Left commands on schools in general, teachers, the curriculum, how it is taught, and the very ethos of how our children are ‘educated’. Schools are crippled by league tables, exams are dumbed down and ‘well meaning liberal’ teachers refused to discipline black children for fear of being called racist. In the average state school, the kids would have had their studies disrupted by kids who didn’t want to work in classes run by teachers who couldn’t keep discipline. Discipline is a term so foreign to the State school set-up as virtually all of the teachers, never mind the kids; would not know what it means, never mind how to spell it. Bullying, of the weaker by the strong, is rampant, and the futile and feeble attempts aimed at grappling with this alarming problem are almost laughable; inclusive of such crap as Anti-Bullying Strategies. My approach to bullies is, understandably, old-fashioned in that physical force is used against proven bullies: but that ideal is so far away from present-day realities that it can be discounted. A close friend has a grandson attending a school which also caters for ‘Special Needs children’. He enquired why his grandson wasn’t showing any improvement? The Answer? The class contains disruptive kids who cannot be controlled; the lessons were interrupted, and the learning curve was disrupted!

But now we have a new role-model: a former marxist teacher who was fired after stating what she considered to be the absolute truth regarding the education establishment. A black educationalist who refuses to stick to the mould. She stuck to her guns, made her case, established a brand-new ‘Free’ school in one of the toughest neighbourhoods in Greater London; and this year, the first in which her pupils won through to receive the best results ever in GCSE examinations. Her school is named Michaela, her methods are strictly old-school. No more is the idea that anything goes in That School. 

Results Count,  which is why Michaela’s Head teacher can post this on her Twitter feed:-

LABOUR’S ELECTION PROMISES ……..REALITY

Why does the success of the Michaela School so infuriate the left?

 

Because though the headmistress Katharine Birbalsingh is black, she’s the wrong kind of black: a conservative who doesn’t believe in playing the race card or identity politics.

Because though the kids come from largely working-class, migration-background families, they are the wrong kind of working-class immigrants: ones who don’t know their role is to be victims and to blame their failures on racism and government inaction.

Because though the results are some of the best in the country, they were achieved using the wrong kind of methods: not the “child-centred”, supposedly creativity-nurturing, discipline-lite laissez-faire approach as recommended by the leftist educational establishment — aka the Blob — but with teaching methods so rigorous and demanding that classes are like a cross between a Trappist monastery and a Marine boot camp.

The derisive comments come thick and fast, such as:-

 

Some one needs to educate this head teacher that for kids life is much more than bloody discipline and GCSE.

You only have youth once.

Say no to educational robots.

This school will always be oddball.

It will never catch on.

 

And so on, and so forth.

But Katherine marches onwards, defiant and certain that her methods and ideals work, and her ever-supportive parents are right behind her.

The question must be asked, would this fantastic school’s educational achievements ever catch on? Even under a Tory Government, with an enlightened Ministerial hand on the tiller; I would give it odds of 100/1 against. The grip of the Left-wing on the whole of the education system, certainly in England, is so strong that it would take decades to rid ourselves of the Socialist ideals which have been fed so skilfully into the minds of teachers and pupils who, at present, don’t even know or understand what pap is being fed them: all under the guise of an ‘Enlightened System of Education’.