Sunday, August 19, 2018

Sacred Cows

Lucky old India has the sacred cow.

Poor old Britain has two scared cows: The NHS and Islam. Dare talk rationally about either of them and you will be treated like a heretic or a phobic.

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Today's Big Question

Who said the following?

"The burka is an archaic tribal piece of cloth that is eagerly used by fundamentalist zealots to promote a toxic brand of extremist non-Koranic theology"

A) The Pope

B) Boris Johnson

C) Dr Taj Hargey of the Muslim Educational Centre, Oxford

Wednesday, August 01, 2018

The Great Betrayal?

Until fairly recently I was extremely active in politics standing in three parliamentary elections, numerous council elections, actually managing to get elected to my local council in 1999, and even worked for a few years in politics before disillusionment set in. It seems the higher up the ladder many politicos climb the more their core beliefs and principles are jettisoned in the interests of personal promotion. It's very sad but seriously principled politicians are few and far between.

I must have been seriously active for nearly 40 years, starting during my school days, but can honestly say I have never known the political class held in such low esteem as they are today. Every day they seem to actively go against the wishes of the electorate. People are concerned at the huge level of immigration into our country. The establishment let more and more people in. Sick of seeing aid money go to countries that have enough wealth to develop space and nuclear weapons programmes? The government will ring fence or increase the aid budget. Sick of seeing the Blue Badge for disabled motorists being abused? The government are planning to hand out 600 000 more to people who are more than capable of walking a few miles but have some 'unseen disability'. The list is endless.

In 2016 the biggest exercise in democracy ever to take place in this country was the Brexit referendum. Against all the odds and with the state propaganda machine working tirelessly for the Remain campaign we took on the establishment and won. Many of us came out of political hibernation to campaign for Brexit and we won by a clear margin. Although too young to vote in the 1975 in/out referendum I remember clearly after that referendum, which we lost, that once the result was announced it was accepted and life went on. There were no calls for in a bit but not quite in, no demands to be in in name only and there were certainly no demands for a second referendum. Those of us who saw what was developing continued to campaign against what became the EU and as it evolved into an ever more anti-democratic, authoritarian superstate, which we were assured it would never become during the campaign of 1975, so more and more people turned against the EU culminating in the 2016 result.

The anti-democratic forces of the EU and our political establishment are now working their hardest to subvert that referendum and once again trample on the wishes of the electorate. Theresa May, a Remain campaigner, stupidly called a general election in 2017 and threw away the Tories' slim majority. During that campaign both parties pledged to honour the wishes of the people and committed themselves to Brexit. Now they've had our votes they are once again reneging on their promises and doing everything to make Brexit less and less likely. The EU negotiators are working hard to put obstacles in our way and are proving every day to be only interested in punishing us and the citizens of the EU for us having the audacity to say enough is enough.

Now there are increasing calls for a second referendum. Interestingly the Remainers didn't mention wanting a second referendum during the campaign, largely because they arrogantly expected an easy win and never expected the peasants to revolt. Now the usual suspects are being pushed out in their bathchairs to demand a second referendum and are calling themselves 'The Peoples' Vote'. Funny that the people voted in 2016 but they don't accept that as 'the  peoples' vote'.

When the establishment really want to piss off the people they trundle out that ridiculous caricature of a self-important, pompous, up his own arse twat Peter Mandelson. This week he's been calling those of us who voted for Brexit racists, white nationalists, xenophobes and Trump supporting far-right extremists. How to piss off nearly 18,000,000 voters with one fat, narrow minded, greedy, grasping gobshite. If the Leave campaign had made such ridiculous, totally unfounded remarks about the other side there would have been calls for a investigation, probably by the police for hate speech.

There is anger and resentment at large but my fear is that so few people will be angry enough to get off their bums and actually scare the establishment that we are heading for Brexit in name only. The French would now be ripping up paving slabs in Paris and burning tyres on their motorways. Maybe the great betrayal is not only the establishment betraying the people, but the people betraying our proud history and acting like lambs to the slaughter.

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Perv Operas

I'm not a prude, not by a long chalk, nor am I one of the new puritans, but I've finally given up on the last couple of soap operas I've been watching. Yes I admit to enjoying watching soaps, TV isn't there for intellectual challenge or stimulation it's for entertainment but the soaps are no longer entertaining.

I'm not sure which started pissing me off first, Radio 4's The Archers or the BBC's EastEnders. The Archers is now a ludicrous parody of what it used to be with more social problems and misfits than the most depressed inner city suburb in the worst modern city. The Archers has been hijacked by victim obsessed social justice warriors who are now the only people who listen. Likewise EastEnders, very BBC.

Now then, on to Coronation Street. Here's a quick idea of the characters now inhabiting one small street known as Corrie:

A gay vicar who is now a heroin addict.
A gay bloke who works for a dodgy legal firm.
A gay bloke who is as camp as a row of tents.
A gay mechanic who is about to date rape a heterosexual character.
A gay woman who cleans windows.
A gay woman who is the daughter of a factory owner.
A gay Muslim woman who is married to a Muslim bloke.
There was a transgendered 'woman', now shuffled off the mortal coil, who was obviously a woman playing the role quite unconvincingly, far too much like a real woman.

Then there are any number of unfaithful, multi-married/divorced heterosexuals, not to mention numerous murderers over the years and several disasters such as gas explosions and trams crashing off the viaduct onto the street. Recently there was the most convoluted attempt at a racist murder that turned out to have nothing whatsoever to do with race, as we all knew, but the writers had to clamber on a very rickety bandwagon that was verging on farcical.

So if that urban nightmare isn't for you you decide to forget about the numerous disasters to befall the place, such as planes and helicopters crashing onto the residents, and you move to the Yorkshire Dales and the picturesque village of Emmerdale. Big mistake, here is, from memory, a list of characters living in Emmers:

A gay lad who owns a scrapyard and has found his younger sister who has recently snogged another young female character.
A gay bloke who married the above then got a female character pregnant, left his 'husband' but is now back playing happy families with him and the poor little offspring.
A gay doctor popped into the village for a few months while the 'husband' and 'husband' were split up.
A gay vet who seduced her previously heterosexual boss.
A pub owner who has slept with most of the men in the village, as well as Leeds and Bradford, but is now having a passionate lesbian fling with above vet.

The heterosexual people in the village are mostly unfaithful and several times divorced. Watch out for tedious times in this one because it usually means a cull of characters by mass murder or a whopping great disaster. If urban and rural life really was like this, rather than booming, our population would be shrinking as millions of us fled for more peaceful lives in somewhere like Syria or Afghanistan.

No wonder they warn you at the beginning of these soaps that you might find them disturbing and offer helpline numbers at the end for anybody disturbed by the content.

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Theresa May-A Polite Request

Theresa May was probably the worst Home Secretary in living memory, certainly in my living memory. And she is fast gaining that epithet as Prime Minister.

She lacks any vision, belief or principle and seems more interested in soothing and placating our enemies in Brussels than honouring the 17,400,000 of us who voted for Brexit.

The latest reports suggest that she is being swayed by civil servants and Remainiacs close to her to go for a soft Brexit, including remaining within the Customs Union. As usual she is invisible and silent displaying an utter lack of leadership.

Talk of a two year transitional period from March next year is bad enough, the word now is that this could be extended. May must go.

Graham Brady, Chairman of the 1922 Committee has now received forty letters from backbench MPs calling for a leadership election. Please God give eight more the courage to join the decent forty, sooner rather than later.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

A Nation of Wimps

Political correctness has inevitably dragged us down to a level where our forebears would regard us as a nation of mincing softies lacking any kind of courage or backbone. We can't be far off the end game now. We have the sorry situation where the British Army is targeting gays and ethnic minorities because the army should be 'representative of the current demographic'. Bullshit. I don't care about the army representing the current populace, I just want the best army possible to defend our country be that 100% white, black, gay or heterosexual. We should be recruiting the very best not targeting those we misguidedly believe to be under represented.

Meanwhile the peasants on social media are targeting Ann Widdecombe with pitchforks at the ready and no doubt a pyre prepared ready to burn the heretic. Her sin? She declared her belief that Prince Harry's bride to be would be trouble for the royal family with her background. Fair enough if that's what you believe. But the peasant uprising was triggered by cries of racism. Yes, our old friend racism has reared its head yet again for no apparent reason other than the racial obsession of the politically correct. Markle describes herself as being mixed race as her mother has a shot of African in her ancestry somewhere. So in these strange times in which we live criticising somebody who describes themselves as mixed race is racism. But all intelligent, rational people know it isn't.

What started me on this post was actually a radio programme I heard last week when driving from Lancashire to Sussex. It was the Jeremy Vine Show on BBC Radio 2. Yes, I know, I should have swapped channels but it was my equivalent of rubber necking as I pass a terrible accident, it was so bad I had to carry on and couldn't bear the idea of switching channels. When I was studying for my degree there was an option to study TV and film history which I resisted for a long time thinking it was the History (my degree) equivalent of media studies. In the end I gave in and really enjoyed studying films such as The Battleship Potemkin and TV series such as Play For Today. TV and film really are excellent pointers to the times in which they were made and the prevailing cultural and political environment. Last week's radio experience says everything about our new status as a nation of wimps, in years to come people will be shocked at how we let this happen to us.

First up was a woman called Clare Pooley, aka 'Sober Mummy'. If I told you she thought that shortening her pseudonym to 'SM' was a little racy you may get an idea where this is going. Apparently she is an internet phenomenon after giving up booze and blogging about it prior to finally leaving her alias behind and writing a book under her real name. I was immediately drawn in as I work in the 'hospitality industry' and quite enjoy a tipple myself.

So as I hit the M6 toll road I tuned in and heard how her life had been running out of control and she was knocking back booze every night after she had put her offspring to bed just to unwind. But the problem got worse and worse and began to take control of her. The tension mounted and I was having visions of her hiding bottles of whisky, rum and assorted other spirits around the house and eventually necking a bottle of White Lightening for breakfast.  Like me Jeremy Vine must have been desperate to know how bad her addiction was. When pressed she owned up. She was necking a bottle of wine a day, sometimes two at weekends. What a fucking let down, one bottle of wine a day and sometimes two at weekends does not an alcoholic make.

When I was growing up I knew blokes who'd have six pints of beer on their way home from work, guzzle a bottle wine with their evening meal then go out for a few pints after that. The father of a friend of mine, who actually was an alcoholic, used to insist on putting the milk bottles out at night as the rest of the family went to bed. He had a bottle of whisky stashed in the garden and would have a slug or three as he put the bottles out. That's a drink problem.

Clare Pooley is just  another whining, middle class mum claiming victim status and doing a great disservice to people who have been in the absolute gutter of life due to alcoholism and turned their lives around. They're the people I admire and respect. I'm afraid she'll have to kick a habit that involves imbibing a lot more than a bottle of wine a day to get my admiration and respect.

Saturday, January 06, 2018

Refugees? What Refugees? #2

Mobile CRS troops in Calais

On Wednesday I was in Calais. We went over primarily to pick up some wine, the famous 'booze cruise', but also to have a pleasant day out and a good meal. When we got there we had quite a surprise.

One of our favourite booze shops is Pidou, so we headed for the Marck branch of Pidou which is no more than three or four miles from the tunnel. Once we left the security of the tunnel area, which now resembles a high security penitentiary in a Hollywood blockbuster, we began to witness the new phase of the 'refugee crisis' or alien invasion as it actually is.

First we saw illegals just over the barrier at the side of the motorway then a handful trudging down the hard shoulder itself. None looked over thirty and I'd say most were in their very early twenties or late teens. Most had their hoods up and we didn't see a single woman.

As we left the motorway, after about ten minutes, their numbers increased dramatically and for the first time ever I saw gangs of them all around the commercial area where Pidou is situated. Many were sidling towards parked trucks and vans others were just standing around in large groups. I have  have never witnessed such numbers and the overhead signs on the motorway were warning motorists to be careful as there were pedestrians on the motorway.

Undeterred we pulled into the Pidou car park and were quite relieved to to spot our first troop of CRS officers in their transport actually parked in the car park waiting for the trouble to start, as we witnessed a couple of years ago in Vienna. Click on here to read about our experience in Austria and Germany. As we left we saw CRS units all over the area including at petrol stations and motorway service areas as well as the corner of most roads within a few miles of the tunnel.

Anybody who thinks the problem of illegal migration, begun by German Chancellor Angela Merkel, is over is sadly misguided and anybody who thinks these people are poor refugees on their way to safety from persecution is clearly stupid. I've been travelling regularly around Calais and Boulogne for around thirty years and have never before witnessed such numbers of illegals, especially in that part of Calais, even when Lily Allen was rebooting her career by vising Sangatte and committing hard core virtue signalling. We have a problem and it's not going to go away.

In the end we evacuated, ironically via Dunkirk, and spent the rest of the day in the lovely Flemish towns of Ieper and Diksmuide.

As we headed back for our return on le Shuttle I received a text warning of delays at the tunnel because of security problems. Hardly surprising and we were only delayed by twenty minutes although the queues were so horrific that we had to wait to eat until we were back in Blighty and picked up a curry takeaway.

If you are unaware the CRS (Compagnies Republicaines de Securite) are the general reserve of the French National Police and are involved in general security but are especially trained to deal with crowds and riots. They are heavily armed and resemble Robocop when they go into action, which we witnessed first hand when we were caught up in serious disorder in Paris in 2000 and after a football game in Lyon a few years later when tear gas was fired by the CRS. They are not to be messed with and the fact that they have been deployed in such numbers in the Calais area is an indication of the severity of the problem.