and all was well at the Beeb; anywhere else, they don’t wanna’ know!

When I heard of the BBC plans for the Today Programme ‘Guest Editors’ over the holiday period, I almost knew what coming before the first programme, featuring the Beeb’s favourite M.P., Speaker John Bercow came on air; and I was not disappointed. Every pointed question was never asked, any hint of dissension from the Party line was never aired, and this creeping disgrace to civilised Government spouted his thoughts unhindered by challenge, query or even mild surprise.

But worse was, unfortunately, to follow. We were given a verbal and mental battering, by Today’s ‘guest editor’ this morning, on the true delights of Lesbian, Gay, BiSexual and Trandgender lifestyles by this strange woman; the struggles of the LBGT (or, for more unworldy readers; homosexual) movement as they grasp ‘Equality’, or ‘Diversity’ or whatever they are musing over this weekend. We heard of the struggles of allegedly confused youngsters as they entered their first unsupervised home, and how they abandoned this security because they had not been, wait for it; trained as to the function of ordinary things in a home,and went to live on the proceeds of crime on the streets. We even heard this Charity leader state that all youngsters who were still ‘confused’ about their identity should be kept in comfort by the State until their 25th birthday: and he was being serious!

When I was far younger than today, the adjective ‘gay’ was just that, an adjective. A definition, if one was sought, was to be carefree, happy, unburdened by worries or tribulation. HMS Gay Charger, a fast Motor GunBoat, was actually commanded by Nigel Lawson, a former Chancellor. Listening through the turgid unburdening of ‘how happy’ they were once they had ‘come out of the closet, and embraced their ‘gay awareness’ a common theme or opinion emerged in my mind; which, put rather simply, was that for a group of people who had now, ‘found out who they all were’, and had at last come to terms with their confused ideas of sexuality, etc., etc., and so on ‘ad infinitum’; for such a ‘Gay Group’, they came across, to this observer, as rather sad and silly.

It all depends who is talking about what

Listed to  a slot on BBC Today this morning where this retired policeman was quoted that he was certain various senior colleagues frowned upon his attempts to prosecute the killers of Stephen Lawrence, and alleged that these attempts probably were also corrupt.  These remarks, first aired on Newsnight,  were broadcast in every half-hourly news bulletin, and of course, as he was attacking the Metropolitan Police, and also were in aid of one of the BBC’s favourite people, a black youngster who was struck down by white men before (sarcasm alert) attaining approximately the same status as Martin Luther King (black awareness), or Fillipo Brunelleschi (architecture); they were given the widest publicity and scrutiny.

Not too much publicity or notice was given by the same BBC editors of the earlier part of the same interviewwhere he stated that he (the retired policeman) been removed from a earlier enquiry into abuse in Lambeth childrens’ homes as he was asking too many questions about people in ‘high places’.

The thing which puzzles me is the query as to why Retired Detective Chief Inspector Clive Driscoll didn’t raise seven sorts of Cain in an attempt to gain justice for the children who were, allegedly, being abused, instead of meekly keeping quiet and looking after his own skin and, of course, job?

and it is all Cameron’s fault!

An open letter to David Cameron & Ruth Davidson (Scots Tory leader)

I am in receipt of your begging letter asking for donations to aid the anti-separation side of the Scots Independence referendum vote.

From being a life-long Tory believer and thinker; your craven, homosexual-friendly actions in regard to the so-called ‘gay marriage’ law, no doubt fuelled by your homosexual friends from Eton, has turned me into a firm apostle for UKIP. Your actions and drive to change the law so that a bunch of queers might be ‘equal’ gave me, and many, many thousands like me, the final impetus to change our political affiliations, and alter the very way in which we sought expression of our democratic principles.

You ask for a donation to aid Scots Conservatives to maximise the anti-separation vote on referendum day. You ask that I ‘give generously’!

I happily state that I would not donate the sweat from my socks towards any programme endorsed by your slimy Party, which consists of fellow travellers, clowns, rich people trying to get richer, and stalwarts of my generation who have not yet reached breaking point with the Tories, but have stayed because of the ties which bind, and of the good manners which have stayed them from telling you the truth about your lies.

If the Referendum states that Scotland will be independent, so be it, but most of the blame will rest with you, because you forgot that people, ordinary people like me, have very, very long memories!

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’

One of the abiding things about the British is that they generally play by the rules. Whether on a pitch, with a game of football or cricket, or in affairs of Government, by paying tax; we, as a group, stick with what we have built. We may not like paying the huge amounts which the various Governments, certainly within my lifetime, have gouged out of the public purse to fund their projects, but we pay. We might not like it, some actively state they will not pay certain taxes, or indeed an individual tax, but there have been very few ‘tax’ revolts. One of the very few errors which marred the Premiership of Margaret Thatcher was the ‘Poll Tax’, and she bore the scars of that revolt because she thought it was a good idea, but forgot to follow through by contemplation of the outcome of that Tax. The ‘Poll Tax’ was seen as grossly unfair, as divisive and iniquitous, and it was scrapped. Her Premiership was challenged, she won the first round, but failed to win a majority of her Party, and resigned.

There are certain taxes which are almost universally reviled, and worst of all is the tax which supports and upholds the leviathan which is the British Broadcasting Corporation. The Licence, because that is what it is called, allows you to watch television from any supplier, whether BBC, ITV, channels 4 & 5, Sky or any of the hundreds of digital channels available through satellite, on a static t.v., or a computer, or even a hand-held tablet, phone or other device. It is a total anachronism in a society such as ours, mainly because it is exactly the same as paying a sum of cash to the manufacturers of washing powders for the privilege of owning a washing machine.

Just imagine, if you would, the power which is available to a BBC producer or collective senior editorial management, whether on radio or television. You hold the ability to give or withhold a voice, or a view, on virtually any subject, and your decision is final! There are no rights of reply, or editorial redress, in the BBC. Just ask yourself the last time you heard or watched a strong, forthright Right-wing voice or face arguing against the massed bands of left-wing or liberal arguments so freely available on the BBC airwaves? I used to revel in the voice of Frederick Forsyth whenever he was allowed access to a BBC microphone, but sadly even his voice has been silenced. True, our very own David Vance makes an occasional argument over on BBC Northern Ireland, but with all due respect to David, not many in England tune in to the Belfast broadcasts. So we have to be content with only one side of most arguments, and, being the sheep we have become, accept that there are no alternative arguments, because the vast majority of British people, at least the semi-sentient ones, bury their heads in ‘Strictly’, or ‘Corrie’; or even the hinterlands of ‘Yeastenders’ and ‘Emmerdale’; along with the interminable sports and D.I.Y. programmes which litter the schedules, just to feed the equivalent of ‘bread and circuses’ to the masses!

And thus we get to the sordid saga of Sir Jimmy Savile, OBE, KCSG, LLD. Saviour or secret deviant? A man whose fame as a performer and as a celebrity is entwined totally with that of the BBC, and who was extolled with two programmes dedicated to his memory just last year. Who gave of his time and fame, who supported charities, who helped raise funds for spinal injury wards and won a Royal Marines beret for completion of a gruelling 30 mile march with full pack. He was involved in marathons, in climbing and running, met royalty, the great and the good. But the news comes filtering past the fear and the pressure from libel law actions, after his death of course, that behind the facade of a kindly extrovert was the sinister face of a sadistic pervert and paedophile. The full story of this person’s activities is still evolving, as more and more people understand that they might, this time, be believed when they talk, often for the first time, of the sordid and savage things which were done to their young bodies, and more importantly, their young minds, by this evil man.

The inquiries and formal investigations by both the police as well as the BBC’s internal ones are just beginning, and already there are leaks, and rumours, of at least seven or eight arrests imminent on serving members of the BBC’s employees, but the questions of how this man managed to escape detection, arrest and conviction over a period of some four-odd decades are the important ones. Was he given shelter by some likeminded individuals? Was he ‘given the benefit of the doubt’ because he was just being ‘Jimmy’, and such a celebrity could not possibly be as stupid as to engage in sexual acts with young girls and fans, or could he? The one thing which should always be remembered when it comes to discussions about perverts and paedophiles is that these individuals are, and have to be, so very clever at disguising their true intent and purpose in life, which is the despoliation of all that is innocent and undefiled. Many of us at ATW have either heard of or read the many websites which purport to relate, in graphic detail, the sins of those whom they have targeted and wish to prove that they are not ‘whiter than white’, but in fact are guilty are gross perversions of the worst kind, but not many of us have actually met up with, conversed with, and even befriended anyone who has actually been found guilty of these disgusting practices. When Jimmy Savile died, his property, clothes, memorabilia and motor car were all auctioned, and the proceeds given to the charities which bore his name. I wonder how much would that Rolls-Royce fetch now, or any of the clothing sold here be treasured now the curtain has been pulled aside?

As I wrote on my own blogsite:- Along with very few others, I have personal knowledge of a paedophile priest in action, although confessing at the same time that he gave off the aura of ‘just another parish priest’. I shook his hand, I joined in his parish works, I gave him a hand with parish activities and auctions. Why? Simple, because, above everything else, because of the hidden and disgusting nature of their inner being, their disguise is so good, so impenetrable, that the only way is by either direct knowledge, or accusation by one of the abused which is taken seriously. When Adrian McLeish was arrested and charged, I, along with all the other parishioners, was flabbergasted. Was the man who had preached reconciliation, peace and charity the same who was accused of sacrificing the innocents to further his own perverted ends? Was the man who handed out the Sacrament the same as the pervert? I even visited him in prison before his trial, to try and discover what had turned him from the path of clarity, of truth and single-mindedness in belief to that of double-talk, and of perversion! All I found was a self-serving bleat that he could not help himself, all I heard was drivel and treachery!

So, in ending, what should we be hearing from the BBC when it comes time for the inquiries to report back? In the knowledge that the BBC lawyers removed all knowledge of certain e-mails from their own Panorama investigation, should we even believe that such Inquiries are thorough, or credible, or even independent enough to be giving justice to those who have been treated so badly by one of the ‘Star Celebrities’ who was given such a rousing send-off by the BBC? I note that the gravestone, carved at such cost, which depicted the known achievements and accomplishments of Savile has already been lifted, smashed up and sent for landfill. Will the next act of retribution be the unceremonious removal of the corpse for a swift cremation and ash scattering? I am reminded of the first act after the triumphant return and coronation of King Charles the Second was to order the exhumation of the corpse of General Oliver Cromwell, and to have that same corpse thrown into a lime pit, but the head was impaled upon a spike outside Hampton Court Palace. A bit symbolic, perhaps, but Charles lived in perhaps a simpler, more savage time, and such actions upon the remains of the man who had killed his own father are perhaps, understandable!

Will the BBC ever rebound from the ramifications of this new witch-hunt? In a few months, after some sacrificial sheep have been thrown to the wolves to satisfy the mob, it is my belief that the BBC will revert to type, close ranks and go on much as before. The BBC can never change, because the canker is set too deeply. There are too many self-satisfied left-wing and liberal-minded time-servers within both management, production staff and performers of all types for there to be any change of any value. The Charter is up for renewal in 2016; and I will be campaigning that the BBC be converted into a commercial organisation, without any taxpayer support whatsoever, to sink or swim in the marketplace.

a reminder that ‘this’ hasn’t gone away either.

As with the ‘Colleagues’ in Brussels, who never, ever forget a proposal once pushed forwards by the Commission; so with the fanatics who contemplate tampering with an idea which has lasted for centuries, all in the cause of ‘Equality’. Yes folks, the ‘Gay Marriage’ agenda is being rolled out once again. With Cameron leading the charge, as the whole idea seems to suit him perfectly, the ‘Gay Marriage’ plan is once again running on the Westminster rails.

Those who oppose the very idea that somehow Marriage can be bent and twisted into an institution which is ‘friendly’ towards homosexual or lesbian couples, have been condemned as ‘bigots’ by no less a figure than the Deputy Prime Minister; a statement which was speedily withdrawn from the Press Releases once the ‘spin’ men got their eyes on the words, but by that time the damage had already been done. We have often suspected that senior politicians of all parties hold the electorate in contempt, but it is nice to see proof of that contempt brought out into the public gaze.

We hear the soothing syrup of Cameron’s words as he tries to pass a change of more than major significance as just a ‘minor adjustment’, and we know how much faith to place in this particular so-called Tory’s words.

To check out whether the proposed Legislation is just a ‘minor adjustment’ or a major stumbling block, check out the words of warning produced by a senior Q.C. for the Campaign 4 Marriage, and decide for yourselves.

Statement of Intent

I have been privileged to Post as a guest on ATW, David’s blog for a few years now. Some of my posts have been received with bile and acrimony, one has even been withdrawn because I was blogging about something I have neither great knowledge of, nor sympathy with; namely Sport, and more importantly Olympic Sports: but on the whole my posts have been received by the ATW community of readers with a keen eye for detail, some amusement at some of my stances, and, in the main, consideration, respect and tolerance.

During these many blog postings, the extent of knowledge about my private life has always been controlled by myself. I have stated that I live in Durham City, but that is all. You are aware that I have three adult kids, along with three grandsons, all of whom I am inordinately proud; but apart from a very small number of photos, the wider world knows nothing of my family, or its circumstances apart from what they choose to display. That is how it should be, because my two sons each have their own families and their own lives to control. But more and more, our lives; in this most intrusive of digital ages, are becoming like as an open book.

Firstly, some statistics. In August last year, Facebook was closing in on one billion subscribers. That is an astonishing number; 1,000,000,000.00. True, most of this huge number comprise millions of small ‘circles’ of ‘friends’, although it beats me that a measure of your own ‘popularity’ is to check whether a certain number of people who have probably not only never met you, but live elsewhere upon this planet, have clicked on, or asked to be, your friend. As an elderly, but still both alert and mentally active man, I just don’t see the point! Perhaps the billion ‘friends’ would number less if they ever learned that they were viewed as ‘meat on the table’ for a bunch of cynical marketing men whose sole purpose in funding the immenseServer Farms necessary to organise and corral all these people’s details is so they can target them with adverts for goods and services. Needless to state I am not on Facebook, nor will I ever be. Everyone else can do as they please, but I not only have enough real friends, but I don’t wish the whole world to know what I am doing every second of the day.

Google is approximately the same as Facebook, not in what it does but in its targeted adverts on gmail as well as on every page of ‘search results’ produced by its huge computer networks. At least Google is being honest, or as honest as they will ever admit to, with their statement that adverts can and will be ‘tailored’ to the individual consumer, but they have only just been made to ‘come clean’ over the hoovering up of personal data through unprotected WI-Fi systems on thousands of British and American homes. If they weren’t going to use it, why on earth did they specifically trawl for it while sending their camera cars out for ‘Street View’?

Apple is planning to send camera-equipped planes and satellites over you, wherever you may be, and photograph you in 3-D, whether you like it or not. Those high-grade images will be available world-wide, and just imagine what use say, a local British council will do when, by use of this free gadgetry, they establish that you have built an extension, a conservatory or a swimming pool without planning permission? I should think that Charles Farr would be having serial wet dreams at the very thought of having that sort of information at his Departmental finger-tips. This Coalition Govt’s plans for an intrusive array of spy systems which would make the Chinese blink at its all-encompassing width do not sit well from a bunch which stated that they would be reducing State intrusion into our private lives.

So, as from this morning, with regard to the snoopers and especially to Charles Farr, I am going ‘incognito’ whilst on the web, and will be adding such words as ‘nuclear’, terrorist, bomb, plutonium, allah akhbar, 72 virgins, jihad, etc. to every e-mail I send, so that when Echelon is triggered, my data, along with all the other totally irrelevant messages, will fill up the data farms far quicker than David Cameron or Theresa may could ever imagine! If you wish, you too can be invisible; click the spanner on Chrome, then go to ‘Incognito window’ and you are, to all intents and purposes, invisible! Same thing is available on IE9, or whatever browser you use.