When I'm King

Let me be clear...

2025-01-22T07:49:00.001+00:00

They are at it again. They? You know who I mean, the grey men, the blob, those who decide, without any permissions, what is considered acceptable speech, behaviour, news, information for the hoi polloi. That’s us, the lowly classes who toil away and pay for everything though our taxes. We tolerate governance because we believe that there must be rules, there must be standards. But time and again we discover that there is not a single standard to which we are all held accountable.

Much fun has been has with the Prime Minister’s name which, it turns out can be used as a rhyme for all manner of unsavoury attributes, but the two-tier Keir monicker has taken hold because of his unerring inability to shake it off. Every time he opens his mouth that droning monotone, occasionally punctuated by failed attempts to inject human emotion, he demonstrates that he simply does not understand people. No matter how many times he tells us that he does. (His speechwriters really need to work harder.)

So, yesterday he told us all off for daring to have opinions. He berated those who had demanded more information about the Southport kid killer, Axel Rudakubana. And across social media and the press the split was as clear as day. Nigel Farage came in for abuse as seasoned lefty commentators lined up to printsplain what they had only just learned. And once again it was ‘the rule of law’. As an MP you should know this. Parliamentary privilege must not be abused. On and on it went with all the sanctimony they could muster.

Starmer went on to say that the UK faces a ‘new’ terror threat - ‘loners, misfits, young men in their bedroom accessing all manner of material online’ as if he had only just discovered the existence of the internet. Of course, islamic-inspired terrorism was played down. We must not jump to assumptions about motive, about ideology, etc. Yet he was quick out of the blocks to slate every man-jack of the frustrated demonstrators as ‘far-right’ and equally quick to bring them to ‘justice’ and promised to change terrorism laws to recognise this ‘new and dangerous threat’ if needed.

And there was that word – justice – a word which changes its definition depending on who is using it and to what purpose. The outpourings of emotion, descending into violence (although not a single person was beheaded, raped, blown up, run down, thrown from a tall building or hanged, as it happens) was a result of years of impotent frustration coming to a head over what was clearly an islamic-style attack. But, unlike the incessant violence-for-Palestine movement, those moved to protest in Southport were met with swift ‘justice’.

Now, months later, the story is that it had to be quelled because as we all know now the ‘far right’ (which has never had much success) is a far bigger threat than jihad (which has had success after bloody success) and most important of all is that we must not prejudice the legal process which demands a fair trial for the ‘alleged’ terrorist.

Can he not see why people are angry? Can he not see the clear difference between the way the criminal was dealt with, using the full protection of the law, and the way the protesters were punished with the full force of the law? And as for all these newly aware legal experts trying to slap down Farage, here’s a bit of legal advice from me; you are the problem, you are the reason this country is so fucked up right now.

Then you have idiocies like the risible Good Law project where Jolyon Maugham and his merry band of misfits repeatedly tout for the kind of legislation that makes most people sick to their stomach. There doesn’t seem to be a left-wing cause that these miserable specimens won’t advocate for. But in reality, no matter your devotion to ‘the rule of law’ we undeniably have some very bad law. You don’t get spontaneous rioting in the streets (except by the professional, organised rioters of the left) unless something is very badly wrong.

The law as it stands does not protect the free-speech and action rights of those whose speech and action do not conform to whatever ‘they’ deem acceptable. Of course I’m no legal expert, but the cautionary words of the legal professionals has done nothing to reassure a now volatile population afraid of losing everything. In fact it has done the opposite. What to do? The balance has swung too far towards the law as policy maker, which is wrong. What can we do? Get tough with the lawyers, and get tough now. And stop electing legal robots like Starmer into positions where they can ply their treacherous idiocy.

The Greatest Show on Earth

2025-01-21T06:01:00.002+00:00

It’s like Christmas and New Year all over again. Whizzzz! Wasssat? It’s the sound of a lefty exploding. Aaaaargh! It’s a lefty spontaneously combusting. Phhht! The sound of a protest being snuffed out like a damp squib. And what is this I see? A supplicant, crawling along the ground on his prodigious belly to grovel at the feet of the new US President? Why, it’s David ‘the slug’ Lammy leaving a trail of obsequious slime as he rows back like Steve Redgrave on steroids to retract his previous insults. Diplomatic, my arse.

So this is ~~Christmas~~, I mean the inauguration, whereby Donald Trump becomes only the second President in history to be given two non-contiguous terms. No flash in-the-pan then, as all the wise old commentators opined in 2016 and 2020. And this time ‘The Donald’ comes equipped with the full knowledge of the power he wields and the determination to see it through. His inaugural speech continued the campaign and the coming days will see a full-throated challenge to the very same ideologies which beset and cripple the UK.

Barely even stopping to say “Fuck off Joe” he got right down to work signing Executive Orders and doing more with a stroke of a pen than British governments have achieved in two decades. Even Blair’s epoch-defining, regime change took care not to rock the ‘rule of law’ boat. Trump though? If the law offends thee, pluck it out! And this is an approach we need to consider over here. I have long advocated the need for a strong, autocratic leader on the right (literally) side of the political fence. It can only be hoped that the next UK government – for there is no hope whatsoever of Starmer’s ugly pessimists stepping up – will learn lessons and get their hands as dirty as necessary.

Of course, signing orders is not the same as carrying them out and time will tell but what a smorgasbord of delight was on offer: He is scrapping the costly and damaging nonsense of DEI in government, which it can only be hoped will sweep through corporate America in rapid succession. This alone will increase productivity by measurable margins; diversity is only a ‘strength’ if it has come about through success. Even a working-class moron like me could see that from a mile away.

America for Americans sounds good for me, so border control is a necessity, as it is for the UK, if only we could rid the country of its self-imposed shame around race issues. And just imagine what we could accomplish if we only recognised two genders? There's half your HR staff rendered redundant, right there. And why should government dictate what car you can drive? If Elon’s prime mover is a better bet then people will buy it, but why prevent ordinary workers from being able to afford to get to work? Drill baby, drill – Ed bloody Miliband probably thinks that’s being down wid da hip-hop kids, innit?

And what on Earth is wrong with the death penalty, except for the hurty feels of those who fear it may be utilised to punish treason? Cop killers, child rapists, batshit mental religionists, car bombers, Christmas market drive-through killers… Caught on camera, multiple witnesses, bang to rights, why not? Because if the administration over here doesn’t get down to some righteous smiting of wrongdoers it is only a matter of time before the public will have no option but to take matters into their own hands… and vote for somebody who will.

The Trump Circus is in town.

Of course, I don’t believe for one moment that Trump is any kind of saint, but a saint would probably go about forgiving people that trespass against us all anyway, so what would be the point? And no, I don’t think he possesses any greater intellect than we see on show, but look at our universities and see where intellect has taken us. Is he a vainglorious buffoon, a clown, as the left insist? Maybe so, but this clown is also the ringmaster, the lion tamer and the high wire act as well. I wouldn’t want to bet against him.

The Robots Are Coming!

2025-01-14T07:24:00.006+00:00

In 1963, Harold Wilson spoke, with as much passion as the dour Yorkshireman could muster, of harnessing the white heat of technology. He wanted Britain to become a leader once again, an industrial giant, a powerhouse, if you will. Yesterday the charisma-free, black hole of charm, Keir Starmer, brought his Wilson tribute act to the screen and told us all, to our utter disbelief that he is determined to harness the power of AI.

Harness AI? I doubt he can even spell it. It wouldn’t surprise me if he thinks it is a southern version of the Geordie, “Way aye!” Or maybe he believes it is something to with levelling up and that the north in general could benefit from a good helping of “Ey up!” Whatever, I wonder what he thinks AI really is and if he has any grasp of what he is saying. Although, I have to admit I am looking forward to having my bins emptied by AI and my drains unblocked by Robo-Rod.

As with all things political, I have absolutely no faith that any of this has been thought through. A vague statement of getting with the programme or being left behind really doesn’t cut it. Perhaps he would be advised to consult some true industry experts who can put him straight. I’m thinking of Ed Miliband… on the downside, however, that is a more likely trajectory towards net-zero intelligence.

These who cheerlead for AI are a mixed bunch: The eggheads who foresee a life of indolence and luxury as the robots do the heavy lifting. The Luddite tendency which sees forever the coming of the age of robots, as Asimov imagined, which will one day supplant humanity. The manipulators who are already using AI to spread disinformation. And, of course, the rest of us, the little people who will have no say.

Of course, the obvious immediate reaction is to question whether Starmer is a real boy at all, and not an early prototype human-acting droid. A moment’s thought, however, would dismiss that idea; Two-tier, free-gear, no-idea Keir would fail the Turin test in three sentences. Nobody would believe he was human. Every time he speaks, the part of the population over 50 sees the shrivelled being inside the boss Dalek. No wonder Starmer himself has said he prefers Davros[sic] to Westminster.

At least they have fixed the “free the sausages” bug with the latest update, but therein lies another issue. First world problem it may be, but my how we rage against yet another Microsoft update. The computer virus which is politics today is forever resetting itself, shutting down all your tabs, rearranging your interface to make it unusable (I’m looking at you, Facebook) and claiming it as an upgrade.

I asked Grok to make me a robot Keir,

but this just looks like normal Keir to me.

Well, this time maybe we do want the upgrade. We could download government which is pragmatic and bases decisions on what will work, not on what its ideological outcomes may be. A government unbiased by its cultural preferences and one which will automate the mundane aspects of governance. Given that 650 shouting faces do not seem capable of organising a piss-up in a distillery, maybe Starmer is right. Maybe it really is time we gave the robots a go.

Give me all your women!

2025-01-09T06:41:00.000+00:00

In a restaurant scene in the original Blues Brothers film, Jake Blues, played by John Belushi orders chicken and then offers to buy a fellow customer’s womenfolk. “How much for your leedle girl?” he asks, “I want to buy all your women.” It is no accident that he uses a middle-eastern accent, an accent associated with islam. It conjures up ancient memories of the camel-borne sex slave trade which is still practiced today in locations as exotic and far-flung as Rochdale, Telford, Rotherham… you get it.

So why doesn’t Keir Starmer’s Barmy Army get it? Last night Labour MPs were whipped to vote against the bill for a national inquiry into the child rape/assault/murder epidemic which, despite all official efforts to say otherwise, is prevalent in areas with a large muslim population. Moreover, areas with a high proportion of interbred Pakistani muslims, many of whom were born here but seem incapable of shedding the animal urges of their true nationality.

It is notable that there are no protests from the ‘majority moderate muslim’ population, and of course there won’t be. A current contender to lead the muslim* Council of Britain – what a disgusting, stomach-churning title that is – has preached that muslims must put their faith first, before their nationality. As far as I am concerned that alone disqualifies any observant muslim from being a true British citizen, no matter how long their family has been here.

Don’t tar everybody with the same brush, certain bien-pensants may say, well fuck that. Here is a line in the sand and on one side stands Labour and the people it is protecting and on the other stands every decent person in the country. You are welcome to cross that line and join us. Abandon your stone-age faith, whether that faith be islam or socialism, or be on the wrong side. I hesitate to say ‘losing side’ because from where I am standing the odds of reversing the damage are long.

The direction of travel is still very much toward a muslim majority Europe unless actual physical means are employed to change tack. And this means arrests, convictions by the thousand) incarceration and deportation to anywhere we can send them. And deportation must be regardless of any fear for their safety; they did not regard their victims as human, why should we afford them a higher personal dignity? And don’t even start down the argument that such action makes us as bad as them.

Seriously? The rape and abuse and torture of vulnerable young girls from families already abandoned by the state; the utter ruination of young lives; the total disregard for the law; the looking away of people charged with protecting these girls. You think that punishing these people harshly makes us look bad? This is an infestation of the worst kind of vermin, spreading disease and poisoning the water; only one solution – eradication – can be effective.

The next train to Bradford is leaving from platform 1

So, yet again I find myself exhorting those disgusted by the perversions of islam and its adherents to do something. If you are a police officer, judge, social worker, politician, local authority official, teacher, anyone in a position to report and act against this behaviour then do your job. And if you are a muslim you have to decide; do you wish to forever be assumed to be a cheerleader for gang rape, or do you do the right thing? Boycott your mosque, get out in the streets in protest. Leave your faith. Anything less will be taken as evidence that you are every bit as evil as the rapists.

(*A reminder that my tiny personal crusade against islam is not to capitalise islamic references, as I don’t regard fictitious beliefs as worthy of being a proper noun.)

From Zero to Eternity

2025-01-03T16:31:00.006+00:00

Rejoice, comrades, for the race to Net Zero has been won. Because of the natural lag in collecting, analysing and amending all the statistical data to arrive at the correct conclusion, the reaching of this milestone was overlooked at the time, but we have run the figures, and then run them again and it is now undeniable that the United Kingdom has exceeded its brave remit to become carbon zero.

In fact, it is far better than that because now that the wind turbines also suck carbon-dioxide out of the very air itself, the proliferation of atmosphere farms has turned us into a negative carbon superpower. The carbon capturing ability – and on this there can be no doubting the science – is more than enough to cancel out all of Britain’s industrial CO₂ emissions. This includes all the fried chicken shops, the carbon dioxide breathed out by Deliveroo bike couriers, and all the hot air expended by Ladbrokes customers and Parliament combined.

Better yet is the now proven fact that every mile driven in an electric vehicle literally improves air quality by 50%. This means that as every Tesla Monstatruk_[TM] passes you by, on your long march to the lithium mines, your lungs grow healthier with each breath you take. And for every new solar-photovoltaic panel you install, your social credit score increases by a full two percent, for which The Party thanks you.

The passing of all manufacture and information technology to the control of China has effectively put us under the protectorate of the most powerful industrial and military conglomerate on the planet. This means we are no longer beholden to the United States for defence and we have become self sufficient in Chinese energy, food and security.

And, due to this happy partnership, we are able to avail ourselves of the CCP's wonderful techniques for disseminating the good news, of which there is plenty. No longer are we bound by strictly impartial news reporting, or any of that freedom of speech lunacy which so dominated the last struggling decade before we ascended the plateau to zero. No, all that is required under the various five year plans is to announce that the plan has succeeded.

Naturally, having met all of our targets, it is imperative that the people’s committees and cooperatives set new ones. There is one downside, however. Despite the days of plenty and glorious abundance with which the telescreens are filled, some anti-party activists insist on trying to spread malicious propaganda. The weekly die-ins, at which hundreds expire from what they choose to call hunger are unseemly and undignified. And they achieve nothing.

We must resist, with every fibre of our being, those negative messages of want. There is no want; we can see this demonstrated daily on TikTok. There is no hunger; the screens are full of images of tables, groaning under the sheer weight of food. The people are happy, the people own nothing yet they own everything. And our carbon emissions targets have all been exceeded. And we know this because Comrade Miliband tells us it is so.

Trump Triumphs!

2024-11-06T15:45:00.005+00:00

We have to remember, we little people, that our humble and inferior opinions do not matter. Not only do they not matter, even to contemplate them dirties the debate. The muddy, murky waters of our bile and prejudice run shallow and slow and eventually drowns us all in the morass of hate into which those waters drain. We are unworthy, we are subhuman, we are – in the enlightened parlance of the left – scum.

So, it is with great delight that I welcome President-elect Trump to once again lead the ‘free’ world. Also, once again, he has been elected not despite all the protestations of the left, but precisely because of them. As the bonfire societies of Lewes burn an effigy of Nigel Farage, at the time of burning unaware that he is about to become the most significant figure in British politics (again) the media world turned to the US election and ‘watch parties’ were broadcast around the globe.

Eagerly, the huge lefty love-in which is comprised of the greasy pole climbers in the various arms of the establishment awaited the news that victory would be theirs. They could not wait to hear confirmation of the polling that said their beloved Kamala would be installed as the first black/brown female President in history. They were aching to see The Donald put firmly in his place… and so it came to pass. His place will once more be 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, District of Columbia.

Oh, the wailing and gnashing of teeth in Terribly Trotsky Towers was fierce this morning and throughout the day as realisation grew. Emily Maitliss, Alastair Campbell, Rory Stewart, Emily Thornberry, Paul Mason… the list goes on, and they hate all of it. Of particular joy was knowing that the obnoxious lefty halfwit, James O’Brien, has been driven half out of his very short cul-de-sac of a mind by OrangeManBad.

And of course, the pundits are now out in force, being wise after the event. But there is a peculiar feature of the left-wing brain, which is its inability to grasp what is blindingly obvious to everybody else. We knuckle-dragging righties are so incredibly thick yet even we can see it. And, confronted by something we don’t understand we have the ability to admit we don’t get it, decide whether we are going to be concerned about it, shrug, fart and move along.

But not the left. Oh no. Not for them the admittance of confusion or defeat. The wiring in their brains is cleverly routed so that for every synaptic gap a ganglion is born to join the dots. And as a result, the fact that more people voted for Trump is not because more people wanted to vote for Trump – on whatever impulse – is no reason to try and work out what those people were thinking, but it is reason to condemn their thoughts as thuggish and wrong.

The world isn’t going to end next Tuesday, the planet is not going to die, and whatever fates lie ahead, Donald Trump will play but a small part in them. Closer to home, people ought to focus on what is best for them, and politicians need to learn to listen. We have pressing concerns about our demographics, our culture, our education, our futures; and it is clear, to us at least, that our so-called leaders are not up the task of fixing the foundations.

They actually believe this stuff!

So, politicians and pundits, pontificators and panjandrums, have your little weep, lie still in a silent dark cell of despond if you must. Grieve all you like for something that never was. But once you have wept yourselves dry and emerge, blinking, into daylight, for goodness’ sake, get a grip.

Unite the Right?

2024-08-22T10:20:00.003+01:00

Aren’t podcasts a marvellous thing? No longer confined to live broadcast media channels I now listen to pods as I drive into work in the wee hours of the morning. Today it was the turn of Adam Fleming’s long-form production, ‘Anti-Social’ which purports to take both sides of an issue, examine it critically and dispassionately, and draw no overall conclusions about right or wrong. But, of course, being a product of the BBC, for all he tries ‘young Adam’ (as Andrew Neil used to call him) can’t help but show a little more sympathy for one view than another.

This morning the theme was counter protests and the champion for their cause was Maxine Bowler – community activist and independent socialist - who has a long history of left-wing agitation over the last few decades. Organisation like the Anti-Nazi League, which became Unite against Fascism, which became the Anti-Racism Alliance… you get the picture. (Judean people’s front?) The one thing they all have backing them? The Socialist Worker Party.

When you hear accusations of rent-a-crowd demonstrations, you can be sure people are referring to the guiding principle of the SWP which is to protest about absolutely everything and defend the rights of absolutely everybody, except those with whom they disagree. Ms Bower did not disappoint in this respect. Setting herself and her cause as moral guardians against the disgusting ‘far right’ she naturally invoked the Battle of Cable Street as a starting point for all right-thinking people to come together and fight the terrors of Nazism, even though the real battle was between counter protesters and the police and did almost nothing to deter Mosely and his blackshirts and in fact actually aided their recruitment.

Let me see, Nazism; a creed which brooks no dissent, tolerates no departure from ‘the rules’ which it alone sets, and defends itself intellectually against inferior thinking. Nazism; a movement with fearsome powers of organisation and the ability to mobilise its warriors against ‘them’, the others, who don’t agree with the kind and cuddly tenets of Marxism. Nazism; the short form for the National Socialist Workers Party of Germany. Hmmm…

In a way it was quite funny listening to Maxine ‘othering’ the right even as she railed against them ‘othering’ immigrants groups; insisting that the far right organising online was an affront to democracy itself, even as she proudly related the long history of socialism’s mobilisation of the easily led; deploring the horrible racism of the far right while defending the right of keffiyeh-clad, armed and masked ‘protesters’ to demand the eradication of Jews. In fact she even managed to defend Hamas and the left with its long history of antisemitism by insisting that they were not ‘antisemetic’_[sic] at all.

The other side, incidentally, didn’t appear to get any real right to reply, being largely represented by an old-time copper – Andrew Trotter, ex of the Met. – who did his level best to not take sides at all. A few professorial commentators made sociological observations about stuff, but there really wasn’t anybody to balance out the good old-fashioned anti-British invective of the left. It’s good to know that the BBC has not shifted one inch since Orwell.

Where do we go from here?

2024-08-20T09:27:00.000+01:00

Is there anything in this country which isn’t broken? And is it any better anywhere else in the west? Education appears to be churning out malfunctioning clones with despair as their default setting; will they ever get a job, be able to afford a place to live, have a meaningful life? If they observe what is going on and develop opinions which run counter to their peers, will they be labelled as extremists?

And what of learning from your mistakes, especially as today mistakes may well land one in jail. The world has become divided, bitter, antagonistic and downright dangerous. The phenomena of ‘quiet quitting’ and demanding workers rights before ever doing a day’s work have eroded the social contract between employers and their staff. The ever-increasing demand for some nebulous meaning is a drag anchor on ever arriving at true meaning.

Keir Starmer is about to introduce legislation to further prevent people from developing as rounded human beings, enshrining in law that employers must not make demands on their workers that fall outside some poorly understood framework of acceptability, to be decided, presumably, by politicians such as himself and the deranged Angela Rayner.

He cites productivity as his incentive, yet has no experience whatsoever in producing anything of tangible value, claiming that working from home – the skiver’s nirvana – is every worker’s right and that actually turning up to work (presenteeism) is a driver of poor productivity. In the new fantasy, Angela in Labour Land, it is indeed achievable to believe six impossible things before breakfast.

The ideas of earning respect, rather than deserving it without question has been abandoned. The idea of work as its own reward has been left in the dust, presumably because to learn this, one needs to actually apply oneself to work, and lots of it. The gradual acquisition of skills, likewise, appears to have landed in the ‘too difficult’ in-tray; if gratification isn’t instant it isn’t gratifying any more.

No, everybody under the age of 40 (and some old fools, too) wants to be seen, to be lauded, to be desired, to be the envy of the rest. Travel, once the broadener of the mind, has become narrow, egocentric and a mere vehicle for the expression of individuality with every individual posting the exact same message on social media and all following the latest fads. (“Yes, we are all individuals!”) And what on earth is a social media influencer, anyway? What is the point of them?

I genuinely worry for the future of the west when the fewer children who are brought into being will be the product of narcissists and serial failures, the flotsam of a society adrift on an ocean of mediocrity and instant fulfillment of the shallowest of urges. Where is the pride in a job well done; where is the reward for hard work and persistence? And when everything stops working completely, to whom do we turn to fix it? Stop the world, I want to get off.

Starmtroopers

2024-08-04T06:49:00.003+01:00

It begins with a lie: There is no god but allah and mohammed is his prophet. But, just as with the fairy tales of the Christian bible, uneducated people believe the lies, and line up to bow before an altar, a robe, a holy relic, or just an idea. One such unholy idea is politics, a belief which inflicts on its followers all manner of ailments, including the notions of right and wrong, all aligned with whichever political deity before which you choose to genuflect.

The problem with politics is that politics, as a concept, is almost entirely a thing of the left. Most people are happy to rub along, get along, make do and do unto others, etc. Despite humans being a social animal, we still have individual ambitions and seek a sense of achievement, and even within team events, achievement is often most highly prized when it is individual. Individualism is a trait of the right, and anathema to those who prize legalised authority over others.

The formation of organised groups to lobby for desired outcomes is a leftist, herd instinct, which does not come easily to high achievers, but does, very much, appeal to those who, for whatever reason, feel discontent with their lot yet helpless to change it. So, in politics, the left always has the advantage of numbers and whenever right-of-centre groups try to play the game they often attract some of the worst sorts of people; individuals looking to exploit a group for their own ends.

But this does not mean the left is somehow morally superior; they just have a better chance of assembling a crowd which will protest to order, or by appealing to tribal instincts getting the vote out, or influencing young minds to engage in groupthink. Whereas the right really doesn’t have anything like the dog whistle the left persuades itself they blow. If there is a call to heel it is from the left.

So the endless tirades of the media and poor politicians against the ‘far right’ is only heard by those who already believe in this largely fictitious political leaning. The protesters are frustrated individuals, united by a sense of helplessness. When their children were being raped, their soldiers beheaded, and their numbers being mowed down by islamic jihadis there was no such concerted action against the perpetrators. Yet islam’s avowed intention is to subjugate the entire world to the non-existent allah’s imaginary will.

Where is the manifesto of the far right? Who are its leaders? When have they ever been the cause of violence and cultural destruction, rather than just reacting to it? And seeing the establishment trying to point the finger of blame and shame at them what do you imaging the instincts of the rioters will be? The left are accusing the individuals of behaving as the left and their partners in islam do when trying to intimidate their targets.

So, by all means, Mister Starmer (Interesting how many Marxists love a knighthood, isn’t it?) open the courts 24-7, free up some jail cells and prosecute people whose main crimes are political helplessness, poverty and despair. But don’t forget that others are watching you. Do you imagine for one minute that when their time comes to rule this country the imams will seek to persuade by thoughtful argument and nuance? No. You are showing them exactly how to suppress their detractors and they will thank you for it.

And then things got worse...

2024-08-02T06:12:00.003+01:00

You hear it everywhere, every day. The other morning, I listened to The Climate Question podcast, recorded shortly after the UK and EU elections. Concern was expressed that the ‘progressive left’ was ceding ground to the ‘populist far right’, and this was a concern for the fight against climate change because the ‘populist far right’ clearly means ordinary working class people; people who simply don’t have the intellect to grasp the issues. It didn't take long for our new government to revert to type.

Tough words, yesterday, from Sir Kneeler Starmer regarding the white riots. I didn’t notice any Prime Ministerial press conferences when the Harehills riot kicked off in Leeds. Starmer didn’t feel the need to call a press conference when the Rochdale police station was under siege. Similarly no government intervention when children were slaughtered by a knife-wielding non-white. Yet the second a small bunch of desperately disenfranchised white people kick off we get an emergency press conference, and the police are awarded special powers to deal with the scourge of the far right.

Our new useful idiot ‘leader’ went further when he stated that would not allow the far-right to co-ordinate a “summer of riots” after violence spread across the country over the Southport stabbings. The violence, he said, was a “coordinated” action by the far-right, which must be met with ‘the most robust response’ in the coming days and weeks.” He has even gone so far as to demand the roll-out of facial recognition software throughout the U.K. (What’s the betting no brown-skinned rapists, murderers or jihadis will be recognised by the technology?)

The police said “This type of violent disorder is completely inexcusable [when white people do it] and forces will be using every tool at their disposal to identify those involved [unless, of course, they are foreign]. Anyone found responsible will face the full force of the law, and we will make sure our communities get justice.” Clearly, white people who are thoroughly pissed off with how their governments have treated them with contempt for decades don't count as 'communities', and certain 'communities' will only be subject to law if their imams agree.

Whenever anybody observes that we have a two-tier justice system, they are excoriated in the press and roundly condemned by those who perpetuate this obviously corrupt and highly visible practice. It appears to be assumed that anybody who votes for Labour, or the LibDems, or the Greens has to be highly intelligent, informed, thoughtful and kind. Progressive, they are, which sounds so clearly on the side of the angels that nobody in any position to do so questions their motives.

Well, of course they don’t question them, they are all cut from the same egregious cloth. Progressive is an adjective coined by groups like the narcissistically self-praising Fabians to deliberately obscure the essentially authoritarian nature of socialism. You know, Socialism, exactly as practiced by the National Socialist German Workers Party in the 1920s and 30s. And yet it is only anybody who dares question them who is labelled ‘literally Hitler’.

It is astonishing that people still fall for it, but it turns out that you have to be highly ‘educated’ to accept that the left can do no wrong and only want to bring about peace, prosperity and islam. Unfortunately, the left lacks any means of doing this because the only thing the left can ever do is boss people about… issue orders and mandates, rush to judicial intervention, dictate how people will behave, like... er, like little Hitlers.

So, I look forward to a summer (what’s left of it) of white riots. I would welcome a popular uprising and a concerted, coordinated campaign against the wilfully blind establishment. I have said since before Brexit that we are overdue for a revolution. Brexit confirmed it, then the duplicitous pretend-Tories made it even more necessary. And Keir Starmer has no idea how to contain it.

So what if we look like France for a while? What’s a few bonfired police cars in the greater scheme of things? And if it makes the poor, indoctrinated university students cower, and question their ideals, so much the better. The best result of all, of course, would be queues of muslims at all our ports, desperate to leave the country. To cure the disease, we must first remove the cause.

Things can only get... worse

2024-05-23T06:09:00.000+01:00

The government has been consulting on the problem of political violence and trying to find a way to curb the idiocy of outfits like Just Stop Oil, Extinction Rebellion and the like as they go about inflicting real harm to ordinary folk going about their business. I listened to an interview on PM on the drive home the other day and heard Lord Somebody-or-Other repeatedly use the phrase ‘liberal democracy’.

Intrigued, I continued listening in the hope of elucidation, but clarity came there none. Wherewith this democracy? And what does liberal mean these days because I see nothing either democratic, nor particularly liberal in a system which gives free reign to the ultra-minority of the revolting classes but quickly stomps on those who represent the needs of the masses.

Democracy, to people like Michael Heseltine, for instance, means mob rule, which would never do. Oh no, the little people need to be told what to do and how to behave, what to think and how to vote. As a result, politics has been reduced to a popularity contest, driven by attractive but meaningless soundbites. A Prime Minister tries to sell you something you already have but pretends it is something new. And in the case of defence spending, the miserly increase to less than what it was before they took office is up there with 1984's ‘increased’ chocolate ration.

The Potemkin village model has been used in every area to dress up disaster as triumph. We have drastically cut carbon emissions – by closing down industry. We have grown GDP – by increasing the population to unsustainable levels. We have improved A-Level scores – by reducing the exams to a memory test and rehearsing the answers in advance. And (hoorah!) inflation is coming down – but of course prices keep on rising.

As for liberal, which used to mean accommodating, laisse faire, do no harm, rub along chaps, it is more often used today linked to ‘lefty’ to describe the worst of our society. Yes, the pious, holier than thou, community warrior demanding obeisance to their cause but decrying all others. There is nothing liberal about clamouring for the annihilation of Jews in Israel, no matter how many rainbow colours in your keffiyeh.

What was I saying about meaningless soundbites? Oh yes, Titchy Rishy has called a general election, but the Conservative Party couldn’t even get that right, shoving the PM out into the pouring rain to look like a drowning Roland Rat. His speech was also drowned out by some moron blaring out ‘Things can only get better’ from a mobile speaker somewhere obviously out of reach of the police (who were probably dancing to it anyway). Something of a damp squib, then.

But it all means nothing. In a world where ‘progressives’ ally themselves to the least progressive causes on the planet, where self-reliance is labelled ‘far right’, where the forever failing NHS is revered as a religion, what is the point of voting for more of the same? The meagre offering on July the 4^th (stated in the correct, British English manner) is mediocrity with a red rosette or more mediocrity with a blue rosette.

Rishi Rat calls a general election

Current prospects for an enthusiastic turnout are not high. As a result, the Labour Party could enter into government with a majority of MPs but possibly their smallest ever vote count. The election will not be won in any meaningful way but is likely to be lost simply by the absence of a Conservative vote, leaving the country to be governed by a party with an absolute minority of ballots in their favour. The modern world has gone mad. It should be confined to an asylum and left to rot.

Murder Mystery

2024-05-07T18:39:00.006+01:00

The cadaver lay prone, face down in a ditch, with its trousers around its ankles and its now swollen buttocks displayed for all to see. The boys egged each other on to get closer, and did so until one of them poked the left cheek with a stick torn from a nearby hazel tree. A sudden fart erupted from the exposed anus, the flabby flesh warbling with the gust. The boys ran away and hid behind the nearest vegetation, panting and laughing as they recovered.

“I suppose we should call the police,” said the older child. But neither of them moved, wondering if there was more sport to be had. Deciding that there probably wasn’t – making a corpse break wind was almost certainly as funny as it got – they turned away from the hedgerow and set out for home. It was getting late anyway and they would be missed if they didn’t make it home before dark.

Their discussion ranged far and wide, but kept returning to the scene. If only their parents had let them have smartphones, they could have made a viral TikTok. I mean, who wouldn’t find a fat, windy, dead arsehole hilarious? Should they tell their parents at all? Maybe they could get their TikTok moment of fame if they kept quiet and returned the next day with a friend who had an iPhone and take it from there. Surely it would keep another day.

The next day the body was still there, still bloated and still face down, although the expanded gases had caused it to inflate unevenly and overturn slightly so instead of its face being planted wholly in the mud, it looked more like it was turning a cheek. Maybe this was it turning the ‘other’ cheek, forgiving its slayer and seeking Christian redemption? They poked a buttock with a stick but this time, instead of a fruity fart, a trickle of yellowish fluid ran down the crack of its buttocks to float on the mud of the ditch.

The smell! That this was a very dead individual was affirmed by the stench in their nostrils. They all retreated to a safe olfactory distance and considered their next move. Revival was an option long since gone and none of them fancied a closer look, to see if they recognised the face. But it was clear that this was an unloved body. Nobody here to care for it, there were no marks of a physical struggle. The simple truth was that whoever it was he had been involved in sex-play, a used condom was discarded nearby. They made the call and waited.

The wording on the headstone

The police arrived and cordoned off the area, and paramedics and forensics staff began their deliberations. The clothes were searched, and no means of identification was found on the body which just lay there, lifeless and disgraced. But formal ID was not necessary. Back at the station the chief investigation officer summed up the open and shut case. “Fucked in the arse, abandoned for dead, nobody to speak up for it,” he said, “there is no doubt that this is all that remains of the Tory Party.”

Nothing New Here

2024-05-06T07:45:00.007+01:00

You don’t hear much from the Nazi Party these days, do you? And the use of their symbology is a criminal matter in Germany. But once they were the dominant force in German politics. In fact Nazism was embraced early by students with the support of their tutors and in 1926, seven years before Hitler’s election, the ‘National Socialist German Students’ Union was formed. And we all know how that went on to play out.

Today, we hear commentators talk about the rise of the far right and invoke visions of a new Kristallnacht as the neo-Nazis try to impose their will on the unbelievers. But, as everybody knows, the ‘far right’, as invoked regularly by leftists is a wraith, a virtual fiction these days, the label really being appropriated to condemn the least desirable in society, not as it did in 1930s Germany describe captains of industry, the patriotic working man and, community leaders.

Today, of course, the term ‘community leaders’ attaches to only one ‘community’, united in a common cause and hell-bent on domination. Assisted by the useful idiots of the left (it’s always the left, isn’t it?) the current mob-rule is driven by one thing; islam. Do you see any other group acting as a mob, wearing a clearly identifiable uniform, waving flags and symbols and aggressively demanding the extermination of any particular culture?

In a bid to make islam mainstream one Dr Taj Hargey of the Oxford Institute for British islam said that there had been an awakening among British muslims that just as not all Germans were Nazis, not all Jews are Zionists. But Zionism isn’t a crime, far from it, and a recent survey found that around 80% of British Jews consider themselves to be Zionists. That is, they believe in Israel as a home for all Jews who wish to make it so.

But in any case, just as ‘the far right’ is not rioting and smashing up businesses – we leave all of that to Black Lives Matter and their friends – there is precious little evidence for Zionsists doing the same. Yet all around the world a pervasive, creeping political force, founded on mythology and superstition seeks to promote a superior race and culture, even though its practice of cousin-marriage hilariously does the very opposite.

The supposed ‘Green’ councillor elected in Gipton and Harehills in Leeds let the mask slip when he yelled out “allah’s snackbar!” on his victory and began gabbling on about Gaza. And, yes, there he was in the full regimental regalia of the soldiers of allah, pyjamas and all. Let’s see: uniform, symbols, a fanatical devotion to a whole lot of made-up stuff… Jew hatred. It’s all there; the new Nazis are in full view and about to goosestep down your streets.

muslims for Hitler: SS Handzar Division 1943

Hopefully, they have played their hand a little too soon, and equally hopefully, people are beginning to wake up. Just as with the first Nazis their insurgence began small and grew as hatred was spread against ‘the other’. But here, today, they are the other and the are visibly not a part of this country’s heritage or traditions. Our tradition has been our tolerance, but surely that must be at breaking point now. Just as it is illegal in Germany to be a Nazi, one day, we can hope, it will be illegal here to be a muslim.

Spoiled Ballot

2024-05-04T19:14:00.009+01:00

So the votes are in and the dismal display that is local elections, especially in a general election year has done nothing to enlighten us to the likely outcomes of a national ballot. Voter apathy in all areas except the muslim vote denied to Labour over Gaza going to George Galloway's rag-tag army of radical islamists. The ascension of the Submission Party is surely just around the corner.

Happy to use the useful idiots of Marxist Labour the keffiyeh-clad warriors for allah have infiltrated all areas of British society, building their numbers and awaiting their chance, but they may have jumped the gun here. The clever move would have been to bolster the Labour vote, work even harder to dominate the party and then, once in power, slowly kill the host and begin the transformation of the UK into a caliphate.

Starmer is a charisma-free, atmosphere vacuum. He brings not a single ounce of charm or guile to the table, and he will be easy to depose at a time of the imam's choosing. Angela Rayner, for all that some kinky types claim to be sexually attracted to her strident, low-intellect charms, has no chance of winning over Sir Kneeler's supporters. But by then it will probably be too late anyway.

The election after next might well be announced by the muezzin from the minarets of the thousands of mosques which stand ready to defend their alien faith from the weak and feeble kufr over whom they will have dominion. Within two generations there will be no need for elections any more; instead the ayatollahs will police the will of their wild-eyed cult-leaders posing as the will of their imaginary deity.

Or maybe not? Who knows whether there is yet any fight left in this country. In Sweden they have held a public burning of a koran and a Palestine flag. Displays such as this would be heavily repressed in the UK with the riot police baton-charging anybody who dared to fly a flag of St George, or hold aloft a bible. But one day the crusaders may be better prepared and out in numbers.

This chimp is now your future

Until that day, however, expect to see more and more muslim names on your councillor lists, as your regional mayors, running your madrassas, I mean schools, in the news, in uniform acting against you, in every part of public life. Unless ordinary British people take up arms against the islamic threat and do so very soon, their dominance will become all too apparent. "What did you do in the war, Daddy?" "Son, I did the only thing I could. I bowed my head and faced mecca, then got on my knees and prayed."

Submission

2024-05-02T15:07:00.006+01:00

Palestine? I genuinely could not give a fuck for the ham-arse supporting, sky-pixie-worshipping, stone-age barbarians. Nor for any muslim anywhere on this planet. Good luck to the Chinese and Japanese with their ethnic cleansing of this scourge of humanity. I'm saying this while I still can because despite the stirrings of clarity emerging from the Humsa Yuseless affair and the Cass report, the 'next generation' appear to be in thrall to a dozen different kinds of gullibility.

It is easier, they say, for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. Well, they would say that, wouldn't they? It's medieval for 'give the church all your wealth and we'll pray for you'. Well, in allah-world all they have to do to enter that fictional kingdom is to murder a kafir or two... or preferably, blow up a whole stadium full of them. At least the Christian lie didn't involve gruesome killing.

King Charles, the current spaniel-in-chief, sees himself as defender of the faiths, plural, but no religion should be respected when it refuses to countenance the existence of another. Just as predicted by millions of ordinary people (people not gifted with 'expert' wisdom) predicted, the muslim population is nearing critical mass. And they are testing our resolve daily with these shows of both force and coercion. And they are winning the battles.

The time is long past for appeasement, which has never resulted in relief from persecution, the time is nigh for some good Old Testament, pre-Christian smiting. Turn the other cheek? Bollocks to that. Rather, unto him that dealt the first blow shall be delivered the last. islam must be resisted with every fibre of our being because islam will not bring peace but subjugation. Convert or die, or be enslaved. Is that really where we are heading?

A bunch of the same kind of unemployable Marxist useful idiot that islam exploits to march against Israel has today been blocking the progress of a coach loaded with illegal immig-rats who are being removed from their taxpayer funded London hotel to a taxpayer funded barge, the Bibby Stockholm, where conditions are still much better than what they were afforded in the last few entirely safe countries they travelled through.

The religion of peas.

And what are the police doing? Trying to reason with them, trying to persuade them to allow the bus to proceed. Trying their very hardest not to upset their muslim handlers lest they unleash even greater civil unrest. Contrast this with the recent police treatment of a few patriotic St George's Day revellers donning the flag of England. It is very clear who the police are afraid of and that, by my reckoning, is as sure a test of who rules over us than any other... and it really isn't the idiot King Charles.

No Right

2024-04-12T07:33:00.005+01:00

As a former critic of the European Court of Human Rights, I have to say I am impressed by the recent expansion of their remit. In granting themselves godlike powers to overrule national sovereignty they have opened up shop as the go-to destination for travellers on the grievance highway. No slight, no inconvenience, however trivial must in future be endured because they are there to fight your cause and bring much wonga raining down on your violated person.

I’d like to be taller, so I reckon the ECHR should sue my long-dead grandparents for not providing me with taller parents and the means to feed me a protein-rich diet in my developing years. Also, as it has rained almost every day since September (in my memory) my enjoyment of the golf course has been interrupted. This is climate change at its most extreme and I must be compensated for the poverty of my existence.

After all, if it is good for the elderly Swiss ladies who have just given the impetus to the ECHR’s overruling of the democratic principle, it’s good enough for me. Concerned that hotter summers meant a challenge to their lifestyle in wealthy, orderly, tidy, safe Switzerland, these ladies successfully elicited a judgement from the kangaroo court of clowns, that this was an infringement of their right to private and family life.

That’s right, the very same carriage of the ever-expanding human rights gravy train has been applied to climate change in the same way as having a pet cat allows them to block the deportation of violent sexual criminals. Only last week the deportation of a convicted Afghan flasher in London, a repeat offender, was blocked because such a crime would bring greater punishment in Afghanistan. Really? I would have thought that a regular tormentor of women would be right at home in a shithole that weaves wife-abuse into the very fabric of its meagre culture.

The court has decreed that governments have a legal duty, enshrined in international law, to not only protect their citizens from the effects of climate change, but to halt that same global phenomenon. Switzerland, they decided, had not done enough to reduce carbon emissions. Switzerland, that industrial titan of several billion inhabitants, all spewing toxic filth into the air day and night… the filthy, dirty bastards!

Over here in the UK a Brit is now in on the act and suing the Government for breaching his human rights because coastal erosion claimed his home. Kevin Jordan has been quoted as saying, “I am now what you call a climate refugee. I lost my home with no compensation. I am now in local authority accommodation. My lovely sea views are reduced to a ground floor flat looking at cars going past.” Well, boo-fucking-hoo. Have you ever heard of insurance, Kevin?

But in any case, so bloody what? Can we now sue the British government because climate change is causing millions of economically unviable, potentially dangerous sub-Saharan Africans to invade our shores? The ECHR has become an expensive joke, propped up by the abject fear of governments to challenge its rulings. The duty of lawyers is to apply the law, not to modify it, pervert it and use it in any way they see fit. Does the electorate have a human right to sue itself if it brings in a useless Labour government later this year? Not enough parking near the doors at Tesco? Surely, I have a human right to park as close to the store as I desire?

Leaving the suffocating embrace of the ECHR, and the clutches of all such over-arching international human rights legislature should be an absolute priority for any sovereign nation. It is yet another post-Brexit failure of our government to use our departure from the autocracy of the EU as a spur to develop genuine independence. Citizens of sense should be rising up against the asininity of the law and saying, proud and loud: “You have no right!”

Mediocre, at best

2024-04-10T05:27:00.003+01:00

Haven’t you just had enough of mediocrity? Strive hard, practice, and keep on going when all is against you. “If you want to be the best, if you want to beat the rest” Roy Castle sang on Record Breakers as he tap-danced and played a multitude of musical instruments to enter the hallowed pages of the Guiness Book. Athletes, actors, musicians, authors… all must have the winning formula of talent backed up by knock-down-surmounting resilience and stick-at-it-ness to succeed.

Architects, engineers, carpenters, bricklayers, and as many other occupations as you can mention have to go through training and assessment, gaining qualifications and experience. And still, in order to do well, they have to care deeply enough to maintain their standards, compete for work and stay ahead of the herd. Hell, even the mugs auditioning for reality shows or hosting Tik-Tok channels have to bring something to the table which holds value for the clientele.

But not so much for politicians. Where have the big beasts gone? Where are the supposed representatives of the electorate to be found? Why is there not one single ‘name’ in British politics who can be admired, rather than just endured? Sunak is just a tight-trousered lightweight, Hunt is lacklustre and uninspiring. Starmer is a man full of adenoidal rhetoric but absent a single policy, likewise his partner in Crime, Gromit, I mean Wallace… I mean Reeves. Rayner? Don’t make me vomit. And William Wragge? The snidey little poove suddenly embodies all the feebleness of the current Tories.

Michael-fucking-Gove has become a dribbling imbecile, embarked on a mission to inflict misery on the very people Thatcher would have lauded. And David-sodding Cameron has this very week been licking the anus of the orange gorilla over the pond. Everywhere, politics is infested with gutless cowards, aimless imbeciles and parachuted-in ‘safe’ candidates who understand nothing, do nothing and stand for nothing. What are they good for?

Eat up your greens, sit up straight, practise until you can, then practise some more until you’re good at it. The message from every decent parent to their offspring is as it always was; work hard, stay decent, grow, work, save… and plan to amount to something. What must the ageing parents of our current crop of trough-swilling political fucktards think of their legacy? Meanwhile other parents see a bleak future for their progeny: home ownership a distant dream, secure employment a virtual impossibility. As for retirement, death may soon be the only reliable way to ending your working life.

Well, I have had about enough of all this. I’ve had my ups and downs, but I have always got back up, dusted myself down and fought on and upwards. But what’s the point now; what is there left to work for the next generations? What is the purpose of this country now we can no longer feed ourselves, fight for ourselves or even reasonably order ourselves without fear of censure, or worse, from those who rule from on high?

What example has been set by modern governance? Incompetent by design, they pretend to stand on manifestos they have no intention of honouring, they cheat and lie and then elevate themselves to the upper house with a slap on the back and a pension for life. They disgrace themselves then utter scripted non-apologies and carry on, barely feeling that bump in the road, all the time in thrall to loftier interpretations of their purpose.

For many decades people have said of their politicians, “They are only in it for themselves,” and few MPs have even attempted to deny this or demonstrate otherwise. Hiding behind the diktats of higher powers – the EU for two whole generations – they claim that nothing can be done, and they ignore the entreaties of the jobless, the homeless, the sick. Even if you are in work and have a roof over your head your security is perilous, yet still some get ever richer on the proceeds of causing all of this to happen.

Nobody is looking out for you any more, as they once were. Nobody with the nominal power to change anything has any intention of doing so. All that matters, it seems, is to appear to fall in line with ‘International Law’ and supranational consensus. But it is neither the consensus nor the will of the people to do follow those lines. I honestly think that a seismic shift in the national ambition is needed and that it cannot possibly come, any longer, from above. It is either every man for himself – anarchy – or bloody revolution and a new republic. Anything to rid us of the sheer awfulness of the mundane.

Eggy Omelette

2024-04-03T06:36:00.000+01:00

‘Aid worker’ is a loaded title. Saint or activist? Morally pure philanthropist, wanting only to alleviate suffering, or cause-supporting terrorist sympathiser with an agenda, who knows? But the fact that a non-combatant group has been caught in the crossfire should surprise nobody, and the outrage that has been generated – not least by our own dodgy Foreign Secretary ‘Lord’ Cameron – has to be seen for the posturing, attention-seeking, performative nonsense it is.

Should we call for inquiries for every single civilian injured or killed in war? And how many non-coms are supporting, if not harbouring the darker forces within their midst? The world has seen the behaviour of hamas, yet many excuse it as a necessary evil in order to survive. Hamas frequently kills its own, by sheer incompetence, or by design when launching missiles from schools, hospitals and mosques and inviting counter attacks. Human shields? Cannon fodder, more like.

Israel is bent over backwards by the impossible demand of wets like Biden and Cameron and other ‘leaders’ who demand warfare without consequence, ostensibly to further the cause of peace. But hamas has openly declared their intention to keep on attacking until every Jew is dead or gone. It is true, more than ever, to say that if the arabs laid down their weapons there would be peace in the Middle East, but if the Jews did the same there would be no more Jews.

And let me be clear, it is not Israel which is pursuing genocide but the Gazans and their elected leaders, and all their idiot marchers in the west. Polluting the capital city of England – England, for fuck’s sake – every week with their rabid calls for wholesale removal of the Jewish state. But they are peaceful demonstrators for an end to war, they declare. Yes, and the aid workers are in Gaza for no other reason than to ease suffering. My arse.

In making an omelette, eggs must be broken, but there are more ingredients in an omelette than just the eggs. The Middle East is a grotesque omelette of all the leftover gunk in the fridge. It is a hideous mess of conflicting ideology, contradictory history, malevolent pseudo-religious dogma and pure hatred. It is a war that needs to be over, but only two paths to victory are available and both paths end up with a one-state solution.

Everybody has taken a side in this conflict, some from many years of conviction politics – Jeremy Corby springs to mind – think that the Palestinians can do no wrong and are sinned against, rather than sinners. I genuinely don’t give a fig either way about the fate of either side, but I tend to come down more favourably for the Zionist cause; there hasn’t been much Jewish terrorism around the world, after all.

So, while the west impotently demands ‘reasons’ for the unfortunate incident over the Easter holiday it may be worth a moment to reflect on the fact that these aid workers volunteered to be there, in a war zone, knowing that civilian casualties are an inevitability in war. When it comes to the omelette analogy, these eggs threw themselves in the pan.

Easter Getaway?

2024-03-30T18:11:00.001+00:00

The news today seems to be obsessed with the great Easter getaway and how 'Storm Nelson' is making it difficult, with ferry crossings canceled or delayed and some flight rescheduling. But, who cares? What is this modern obsession with the human right to have a holiday? My last away-break was in early 2019, and the one before that in 2014. Don't get me wrong, I like(ed) to travel, but I have to cut my cloth to suit, and my pocket, and work schedules don't leave much room to manoeuvre.

The naming of storms seems to me just another symptom of the narcissism of modern times. I must have my strolling coffee, my coffee-to-go. I must have my own neuro-diverse diagnosis. I must have all of my human rights, including those to which I am not really entitled because I don't posses the correct set of protected characteristics. My neighbour has an SUV (which never leaves the town) so I must have one, too. And why should storms miss out? Once we name them how long before some awful nut job demands we respect their rights?

Okay, I know, but it really does grip my shit when people with so little to offer the world demand so much of it. When talentless foetuses, SPADs fresh out of Oxford, get to call the shots in politics, and in 'the meeja' and nobody calls out their incompetence. When politicians deem themselves fit to make life changing decisions about education, defence, economics, healthcare and the entire structure of society without ever thinking to ask anybody who might be affected by it.

Yes it's a rant, but I am merely exercising my human right to have a rant. And on that note I'm off to enjoy what's left of my Easter - sorry Ramadan - weekend.

Hate Crime?

2024-03-22T06:52:00.003+00:00

No matter how much the crazed Caliph of Holyrood might insist it is so, there is no such thing as ‘hate crime’. Hate is a base emotion, and not worthy of a truly intelligent person, and is definitely an accelerant for certain types of criminal behaviour, but hate itself is not a crime. If hate were a crime then so too could love, joy, despair and misery be legislated against. Preposterous, you may think, but this idiot country is in danger of proscribing all of them.

Delight in seeing your own nation’s flag flying is already, it would appear, bordering on the criminal. But that’s patriotic pride, as opposed to the ‘new’ pride, which is a bonus point on your social acceptability score. You are expected to celebrate the joy of being abnormal, in an absolutely correct sense of the word, yet love of your own tribe is definitely a prosecutable offence if that tribe is white, and especially if it is white and male.

And what if you ‘hate’ Hitler? Is that a hate crime? Who gets to define what kind of antipathy is actionable and which is to be applauded? Loving Hitler is definitely going to see you in court at some stage, as will any mention of final solutions to intractable ethnic problems. Is a love for Hamas a hate crime… or a love crime? And while we’re on the subject, how’s that Labour kinder, gentler antisemitism going for you?

The way the nutters who run this asylum are leading, misery is set to be criminalised by the widespread abuse of the mental health excuse for not working. Now, some might say that the control of and promulgation of misery is already the business of government as it hounds and harries landlords, taxpayers and indeed anybody who makes a positive contribution to life in the UK. In contrast, those who contribute nothing and spend their lives with their begging bowls held out must not be miserable, by diktat.

It all springs from the nebulous and shape-shifting definitions of ‘human rights’, whereby the human rights of some are deemed more important than the human rights of others. If, for instance, you are a law-abiding taxpayer who goes the extra mile to put food on the plate and fire in the hearth you will be milked forever to provide what you have to those who never lift a finger. You don’t even need to belong to this country for your human rights to trump those of the indigenous.

Suddenly, after only, oh, half a century or so of being told all this, the morons posing as representatives of the population are beginning to point out the idiocy of ‘equity’ and ‘diversity’ and to question the wisdom of seeing everything through the lens of critical race theory and all the other crackpot dalliances of the simplistic Marxist children. Something must be done, they demand, seemingly unaware that the power is theirs to so do.

But it is all too late. (Maybe this is why they suddenly feel able to spout off their platitudes.) The damage has been done and the sheep have been groomed for the coming slaughter. Your emotions are no longer under your control but are legislated by the state. You will be happy, sad, triumphant, dismayed and disappointed when you are told to be. And woe betide those who have the wrong emotion at the wrong time, or for the wrong reasons.

The left has longed for a time when they could tell you that you were happy, and you would accept it. Or tell you to get angry and you would obey that command. At the drop of a hat, the gays march for Palestine; at the click of a finger, those made comfortable by cheap energy glue themselves to roads to end it all. "You will own nothing, and be happy." But for now, ladies and gentlemen, please turn your attention to the telescreens in readiness for the two-minute hate.

Labour has a plan?

2024-03-20T06:55:00.006+00:00

Rachel Reeves, Labour's putative Chancellor of the Exchequer has donned the sainted Margaret Thatcher’s free market mantle and declares that she will bring about the resurgence of Britannia. Draping herself in the flag which has never rightly been Labour’s to fly she promises that the incoming Labour government – a near certainty, given the parlous state of the Tories – will create growth.

Like all political promises this is long on rhetoric but desperately short on policy. How will this growth be brought about? By improving Britain’s desperately poor productivity. But how will this be achieved? By attracting investment! From whom? From companies and individuals wishing to invest in British know-how and technology. But why? Why? To make profits, of course which will create more wealth for all.

Ask how these attractive investments will be persuaded to come and the answer is that Labour will bring about growth, by attracting investment and improving productivity. It is a circular argument which poses one gigantic question; if it was as easy as wishing it into being, which seems to be Labour’s entire plan, why has it not been done before? Seriously, if there was a way of magicking up a nation-saving productivity plan, why has nobody yet come up with such a paradigm?

Well, for a start, nobody – least of all Labour – has the balls for the level of fight which will be needed. We need a US-style protectionist stance and the guts to say no to industry’s demand for cheap foreign labour. We need to reject demands for yet more NHS funding without any apparent improvements. And most of all we need to take a very long, hard look at society as a whole; everybody needs a good kick up the arse.

Of course, those for whom a kick up the arse would work have already delivered said kick to themselves, gone out and worked longer hours, scrimped and saved and kept the wolf from the door. A lot of them will have left for more friendly climes, possibly too ashamed to admit of their British origins for fear of ridicule. As ever, once the sturdy crew leave the sinking ship, all that’s left are the rats and the ne’er-do-wells…. and other assorted vermin.

Does Britain even have left a population worth fighting for? When the USA besought ‘your tired, your poor, your huddled masses…’ they would have quickly changed their tune when they saw the miserable wretches lining up to see what the New World was prepared to do for them. The welfare state that is HMS Great Britain is a tawdry, lacklustre tramp steamer ready to strip any charitable undertaking of every last shred of its philanthropy.

Rachel, dear, you haven’t a chance. Once you have seen that the idle British, who have grown fat on the fast food of benefits culture, have no intention of being any part of your solution, you will do exactly what the current, nominally Conservative, government has done. As your industries struggle you will open up the borders to ever-lower calibre immigration and lie about it. And when you give the vote to children, too callow to see through you, you will drive the final nails into the coffin of state.

Gosh, why didn't we think of that?

RIP England, RIP, disunited kingdom. Would the last Brit out please turn off the lights? Oh, wait, no need; the grid will have failed long before the end of your first term in charge. Politicians, may you all rot in hell.

Ha-mess

2024-03-17T10:29:00.004+00:00

MPs, we are told, are being threatened by the pro-Palestine mob who have no difficulty in using violence to claim they want peace in the Middle East. Ugly groups of islamic sympathisers gather to intimidate anybody who disagrees with them and do so with impunity. Their numbers are swelled by the useful idiots of the professional protesters who will turn up to anything which looks like a rejection of law and order and common sense. No banner is too nonsensical for these fools to fly.

The police stand quietly by, knowing that they have neither the numbers nor the political backing to act, instead arresting any counter protester who dares to challenge the genocidal call for Israelis to be exterminated. Because, make no mistake, this is the stated aim of hamas, who hide behind women and children, launch rocketry from schools and hospitals, and believe in no sanctity for human life. Quite the opposite, in fact, as martyrdom is considered a high calling; taking one for the team is baked into every jihadi mindset.

Rishi Sunak’s cowardly act of defiance has already been forgotten. While he stood there, denouncing extremism, and taking care to include the practically invisible and largely fictional ‘far right’ he must have known what we all knew. That nothing would be done, not one thing. When India was partitioned it was done precisely because muslims reject all other models of society. They will never integrate. And what did our governments do? Why, we invited them to come here and destroy our own country as well.

Every incoming government puts on the blinkers which allow them to pretend that all is well, that all will be well if only we were, you know, just a little bit more tolerant to muslims. Don’t succumb to ‘islamophobia’ the muslim brotherhood orders our government to tell us. The very notion of ‘hate crime’ and the fact that only whites can carry it out has been fuelled and spread by an insidious refusal to name the enemy and commit to action, even as prominent and influential people have urged such action for decades.

No society in history has survived islam without bloody resistance, and Europe, it feels, has not the stomach for the fight. We have even lost the ability to mock and sneer and come together in common antipathy to a foe, unless that foe be the Conservative ‘government’ which deserves nothing short of oblivion come the general election. But that will let Labour in and all the ‘friends of hamas’ will be further emboldened.

To every common citizen, especially those in former industrial towns, the enemy has been within the gates for generations. The enemy has openly boasted of conquest without bloodshed by simply outbreeding the indigenous. There can be no such thing as a ‘British muslim’, the two identities are incompatible, but soon all the people who live in Britain will be subject to islamic rule. It’s coming, you can feel it, what are you going to do?

You're barred!

2024-03-07T06:23:00.001+00:00

Well, it's happened again.

I long ago gave up on the attempts to regain my Twitter account; if I have to use clandestine means to get back on the platform 'now known as 'X'' what's the point? When I've done that in the past I have had to gradually reveal myself to followers to gain enough interaction to make it work... and then along comes a lefty to block and report and a 24-hour suspension quickly becomes a permanent fixture. So, no thanks.

I thought I would be in better shape on the Daily Telegraph. Yes, I took out a subscription because I was sick of the wall of advertainment with which one is bombarded on any free news sites, but now, guess what, I'm banned from commenting for 48 hours. On top of that, my subscription doubled overnight a few months back, which small-print threat I may have overlooked.

At first it was just the news, but after a while I found I was allowed to comment on pieces, so I dipped in my toe. Polite, measured, occasionally contrary, but never rude and steering clear of 'banned' words. Soon I learned of the merciless nature of the DT algorithm after composing a particularly 'precise' response to another post. "This post has been removed", the stern admonition read. Why? No reason given. Try again and replace that word with something innocuous. Nope, same thing, try again...

After a few such sorties you learn that the particularly crude AI which trawls the forum for non-approved opinion leaves no room for debate. If you really want to make your point you have to couch it in terms some readers may have difficulty comprehending - a bit of Latin helps - but did you want to entertain those readers anyway? So, no loss; there are a small number of right-of-centre posters who do come over as a little bit sub-optimal in the thinking department, but on the whole you tend to get a civilised debate.

And yet there are still things you may not say, for if the AI (Average Idiot) doesn't delete your post there is still the anonymous 'report' function, of which it seems I have fallen foul. No post removed, so far as I can tell (It's not like you have your own timeline, so it's hard to check) no warning for verboten wordage, and no indication of which post, or what sentiment has attracted the ire of the ever-stalking bedwetters. Just a ban.

But why not educate me? Why not tell me what I wrote to offend? At least X-Twitter used to allow you that courtesy, and even give you the chance to delete the offending missive. But in the Telegraph, no. So now the experience is very much degraded; being able to react to misinformed opinion columns, correct factual errors, or just to rub along with the like-minded, all have been denied me.

The thing is, I am really not an extremist. Most of the working population (those who have not had the sort of 'education' that exhorts the to hate everything Britain represents) have very much the same views as are belatedly being made public by some Johnny-come-lately political figures. Even the PM has seen fit to sort of indicate that we might have a problem with certain sectors of our population. Obviously he has included in that problem group certain non-existent threats, for fear of upsetting the ones really responsible, but it may be a tentative baby-step in the right direction.

But with outlets like the DT effectively being led by the same forces which drive The Guardian, the voice of the majority is not being heard, except when it is neutered and tempered with false moral equivalences. Once again it looks like I am left with this blog as my only outlet. This lonely outpost may yet receive my attention more frequently than it has of late. Thanks for reading, and if you have been affected by any of the issues there's probably a helpline, but frankly, who cares?

More?

2023-12-17T06:04:00.005+00:00

I keep hearing about how, despite the media coverage and the constant re-drafting of initiatives like the Rwanda plan, that immigration is not a top priority for voters. Higher than this issue, they plead, come the cost-of-living crisis, the housing crisis, the NHS crisis and the multiple crises which comprise our public services. Then there’s the climate crisis and the unaffordable cost of Net Zero, the purpose of which seem only to make the poor poorer still.

But wait a bloody minute, will you? Wherefore all these crises, if they are not the result of decades of failed policy in every area you care to mention? The well-heeled can always buy their way out of any problem: poor state education? Go private. Poor healthcare? Likewise. Net Zero? Just put another Tesla on the fire, there’s a dear.

For the rest of us, every single one of the pressures we currently face would be markedly less severe with a lower overall population, especially one which was balanced in terms of age distribution, educational attainment, and employment structure. Well, have a look around you. Every city has ghettoes teeming with immigrant communities subsisting almost entirely on welfare; for every sub-minimum wage ‘worker’ you get an extended non-working family of ten or more.

But it’s worse than that because by substituting British workers for lower paid foreign workers (who are then granted citizenship) you are also fuelling the expansion of the state-dependent indigenous. Import cheap labour and you get no gain whatsoever, except for the short-term profits of companies who have to compete by importing ever more cheap labour. Every immigrant who does not bring wealth with him/her is a burden on the country as a whole.

Everything comes down to who we allow to live in our country and, yes, you can argue that a hard working Pakistani cleaner is worth more than an idle Brit, but why is the Brit idle in the first place? Because you replaced him with somebody from a country which has little truck with human rights such as a decent wage. But, you must also factor in the likelihood of either one of them blowing himself up in the name of a sky-faerie.

Overcrowding on our little tract of land is not going to be made any better when the immigrants you import are from ethnicities with high birth rates. The more sprogs you squirt out the more school places you need, the more hospital beds you have to create, the more houses you have to build, the more food you need to grow, and the more police and prison places you need to provide.

And all of this puts pressure on all the aforementioned resources, or lack of resources. The country needs an educated aspirant population which regards itself as having common values, which can see mutually beneficial goals and a future worth striving for. And this is the thing most threatened by wanton immigration, fuelled by a demand for cheap things in order to win elections.

So, no, the number one concerns of the British population, regardless of what Guardian polls and government unthink tanks believe are not the climate, housing, cost-of-living, inflation, or law and order. These are not causes but symptoms. The cause, ultimately is bad governance, and the means by which all of these thing have been brought about is the sheer lack of imagination and resolve embodied in the senseless importation of ever more people. It has to stop.

Coming to town

2023-12-14T07:11:00.002+00:00

I'm making a list, checking it twice, and it turns out that folk can be both naughty and nice. The fluffiness of love for Palestinian 'refugees' (even though they have declared themselves permanent victims and have fled nothing) comes hand-in-hand with outright hatred for the most persecuted people in the world. Despite having the exact-same ethnic origins, the Arabs are brown people and thus belong to the BAME camp, while Jews, however dark their skins, are categorised as white, thus making them oppressors and colonialists. If anybody is a refugee here it is the Jewish people, who the lovely left wish to eradicate.

Then there are the gender-benders (no, you fuck off!) who in being nice to poor confused adolescents pander to their fantastic delusions of inhabiting the bodies of the opposite sex. We have watched in horror as trans ideology has become mainstream despite afflicting a miniscule proportion of the population. In order to achieve clout, organisations like Stonewall have oh-so-nicely included them in their list of Alphabet People who, collectively, can still only claim around 5% of the western world, at a pinch. And see what nastiness they have caused.

The judiciary have been spectacularly naughty of late, in their perpetual quest to become the de-facto rulers while pretending to nicely defend simple justice. Justice, of course, means different things to different people. So when they release a violent rapist called Abdul back into society to re-offend, we, the ignorant hoi polloi, must try to understand that Abdul's right to a family life with his belatedly and conveniently discovered little cat-buddy trumps any freedoms which we naively believe belong to lone women late at night.

It's a bit naughty, most would agree, to interrupt the daily lives of ordinary people, merely trying to get to work, or go about their day. But it's for the planet, you see. It's for the children, and their children. Just stopping oil is an obvious and immediate requirement if we want the human race to survive its own self-destructive tendencies. It's nice, really, when you think about it. But wait, do they really mean stop oil? Now? Full stop? No more clothes, furniture, building materials, food cultivation and delivery... the list goes on forever. It's not very nice to deny the survival of people who rely on hydrocarbons - that's every last one of us - to get by. Not nice at all.

Permanently on the naughty step, of course are the grown-ups, especially the white ones. Extra-especially the male ones. Über-extra-especially the older male specimens, those hate-filled legions who made everything which once worked. Why, when we can all live off love and joy unconfined in our new freedoms do do and say as we are instructed, should we give a fig for their fate. Bloody boomers, who built the world, what gratitude do we owe them? Superannuated parasites, with their pensions they saved for and their houses they bought. How dare they even breathe?

And so, as we lurch headlong into the festive season and contemplate the year to come, I aim to bring a little cheer and joy to the bleak midwinter. Remember, when the idiot children tell you what to do or say, that they know nothing, exactly as we once knew nothing. When they turn their noses up at the meat feast of Stephen, grab an extra portion of protein for your own plate. When they preach about some offence caused by Christmas carol lyrics of yore, sing out all the louder. And, come the new year, resolve to ignore the holy fuck out of the lot of them.

Merry Christmas and gawd 'elp us, every one.