Monday, 2 October 2017

A Limerick

I offered this at Justice for Men and Boys but it was clearly too rich for the site: A footballing young woman from Spain, was wooed by the ref, to her disdain, Like a typical cunt, she affected affront, And demanded the bastard explain. I'm rather pleased with it.

Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Sack Alison Saunders


Please sign this petition, from Justice for Men & Boys (and the women who love them), to Jeremy Wright, QC, MP, Attorney General, to sack Alison Saunders, the unacceptably incompetent - or disgracefully biased - feminist Director of Public Prosecutions, if she will not resign. Her inexplicable decision in the Janner affair and her instructions regarding the prosecution of suspects in rape cases, with their inversion of the principle of innocent until proven guilty, show that her professional judgement is deeply flawed and ideologically contaminated. She is wholly unsuited to the position of DPP and must go at the earliest opportunity if she will not resign.

Monday, 13 April 2015

More Women in the Workplace - Not Necessarily a Good Idea

Watching this video it is very difficult not to suspect that the outcome of the 'inquiry' was decided long before the committee was set up and its members chosen.


Abstracts of the five papers Mike Buchanan alludes to in his evidence of declining performance by companies that have been compelled to appoint more directresses, regardless of merit, with links to the relevant papers entire, can be found here.

The first report of the House of Commons Business, Innovation and Skills Committee for the session 2013–14, titled Women in the Workplace, can be read from the link 'final report' here.

Saturday, 28 March 2015

You Go Boy!

While this video isn't about a whacky 'Br*tish' issue, the misandrous gynocentric insanity infecting and rotting 'Br*tain' is the same as that destroying the United States, so this sign that men there are waking up and saying enough is enough is welcome to those of us saying the same here:


Monday, 9 March 2015

This is What Feminists Look LIke

These two clowns could be government ministers on 8th May (the seventieth anniversary of VE Day). However, one of them has a majority of just 192 and the seat she currently holds is to be contested by Mike Buchanan, of Justice for Men and Boys (and the women who love them). Hopefully Mizz de Piero is going to lose it. Hopefully she is going to learn the hard way that her relentless focus on the expansion and consolidation of female power and privilege has annoyed sufficiently sufficient of the many ex-miners in the constituency, particularly those who have suffered or are still suffering from industrial accidents and diseases, that they will vote for someone else, someone as dedicated to their needs as Mizz Piero is to those of their mothers, wives, sisters and girlfriends.


They look like two overgrown and over-excited schoolgirls on a day out. They don't look like people capable of taking serious decisions of vital national importance or spending public money wisely, as the big pink van suggests.

Addendum: There seems to be some disagreement about the colour of the van. According to the Daily Telegraph, Battie Hattie thinks it's magenta and her co-opportunist, Gloria de Piero (1), thinks it's cerise. Neither is right although both are not far off, if my memory of colour theory at art college, forty two or so years ago, and subsequent fifteen year 'career' in graphics does not 'misgive me', as they used to say in restoration comedy. All that aside, I left a comment on the colour, which was 'that colour is clitoris pink'. I'm grateful to Mike Buchanan for the link to Bobby Smith, who offers the link to the Daily Telegraph

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Footnotes:

1) One might reasonably think that a shadow minister with a surname suggestive of seaside entertainment for bored holiday makers on rainy days would take care to avoid looking like an inept and unemployable clown.

Saturday, 10 September 2011

It's Policing But Not as WE Would Like It

Read this and wonder, since laughing is no longer possible and crying is unmanly, and ask yourself what possible reason can any law abiding tax payer have for supporting 'The Police', who are nothing more than a waste of money at best, and a threat to life, limb and liberty for the law abiding at worst.

Gruff particularly liked the report that 'Thames Valley Police apologised to Mr Turner for the botched operation after he went to the station on Wednesday to give a statement about the "re-theft"', which makes everything all right of course, or not.

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

The Right To Vote

The point of posting the following video is simply to show why Gruff thinks universal suffrage a bad idea. Watch the woman who bears a striking resemblance to a scarecrow at the beginning of the film (there's no need to watch further):


Yes, she did say 'I think people should give up their liberty for freedom', and she is, presumably, entitled to vote. General elections are determined by idiots like that.

Why NOBODY Likes 'The Police'

For the law abiding middle-aged, white male tax payer The Police are, at best, no more than a bloody nuisance, terrified of those they are supposed to defend us from and capable only of bullying the meek.

Read this.

Gruff thanks to EU Referendum for the link.

Friday, 24 July 2009

Laugh? Almost.

Read this piece of nonsense and then ask yourself what, other than appearing before an honour hungry ass of a judge* in The Tartan McReich's Führer's 'Brettun of the Neeshuns and Ridjuns', could possibly account for the ridiculous decision.

Mrs Silly Bitch was careless and lost her ticket and Mr and Mrs Stroke of Luck found it and claimed it, and Mr Lord Justice The Right Worshipful Gristle Brained Fathead, or whatever the overprivileged, pea-brained and unfeasibly small testicled idiot is entitled to call himself, needs to be reminded that not everyone has been quite as fortunate as he.

'Put the case, Pip ... '


* When have such appearances ever been otherwise

Sunday, 14 December 2008

E-mail to McSnot Gobbler

The following was sent to The Tartan McReich's Führer:

'Dear Tartan McReich's Führer

You are unique in Br*tish political history. Not only are you universally loathed and despised as no other politician has been but you are the first PM I have ever heard anyone wish to see assassinated, and many do, even though you have saved the world. That's an impressive achievement (not the Saviour thing), and one that you can add to the destruction of both the 'United ' Kingdom and democracy in England. In a 'Br*tain of the nations and regions' (no mention of England?) run by a mad Scotch control freak addicted to explosive rages it is dangerous to be so frank, especially following the legalised murder of Jean Charles de Menezes and, less catastrophically, the arrest of a sitting MP for presenting to the public considerably fewer leaked documents than you did, but I feel duty bound as an Englishman to tell you that my country, perhaps your country too (and I don't mean 'our country', Tartan McReich's Führer, for 'we' have no country in common) is sick of you and wants you gone. Do the decent thing Gordon and push a spike through your one good eye into the stagnant and diseased Anglophobic mush that passes for your brain. Doubtless you are doing what your parents brought you up to do but you've made a complete cunt of yourself and self-immolation is the only way that you can possibly earn anything approaching the ghost of respect from the English.

You've written a great deal about courage Gordon but I wonder whether you actually have the balls to do the decent thing.

PS: You won't see this, I know, but it just may bring a smile to the face of the poor sod who has to field the myriad less than admiring e-mailed messages of your disenfranchised subjects; either that or a dozen armed 'counter-terrorism' officers in my bedroom while I am asleep, in which case I would offer, for their information: I'm difficult to rouse before noon, and tend to spout insane gibberish (Do I remind you of you?) if woken suddenly, and my wife will be most upset if armed McStasi do not take their boots off before walking on the carpet.'


Reports of an 'accidental' police shooting in Lytham St Annes should be taken with a pinch of salt.

Wednesday, 10 December 2008

-10 For Originality, Gordon

It was not unusual for loyal communists to write personal appeals to Stalin when arrested for 'counter-revolutinary activity' in the Soviet Union. The poor, deluded fools actually signed their own death warrants when they signed their letters. The Tartan McReich's Führer has clearly been inspired, yet again, by the Soviet example, for the wife of his very own Minister of State for Welfare Reform at the Department for Work and Pensions, and Minister for London, The Rt Hon Tony McNulty, MP (voted very strongly against a transparent Parliament; voted strongly for introducing ID cards; voted very strongly for Labour's anti-terrorism laws; has never done a day's real work in his life), Ms Christine Gilbert, has suggested the establishment of a whistle-blowers' hotline for social workers to report any serious concerns they may have in child welfare cases .

That's the calibre of those who govern in our name: Desperate to be seen to be doing something, they actually have absolutely no idea. While it looks as though they're working hard to prevent further cases such as 'Baby P' Ms Gilbert's suggestion is laughably impractical, given that telephone and internet service providers are now required to keep records of all telephone and internet communications to which any over-mighty jobsworth can have access.

Poor old Gordon. He just doesn't see that we see right through him.

Sunday, 7 December 2008

Nothing Ever Changes

Watch this and laugh:


It's a hoot but although the accents and the language have changed, the real message is the same: 'Yes, vote for Politics and you can be certain of the result. Whomever you vote for, life can never be quite as sweet as you were promised'. It's always jam tomorrow but another bloody mess today.

Friday, 5 December 2008

And The Band Plays On

There are eight vacancies for social workers in Blackpool advertised at the Jobcentre Plus web site today, with a salary range of £25,146 - £32,380 per annum, as well as numerous positions for NHS staff of all types, support workers, carers, nursery nurses, clerical officers etc. etc. Yesterday's local evening paper carried just two and a half pages of jobs. Typically, the largest and prettiest advertisements were for public sector posts. Local employment agencies have nothing to offer in the way of real jobs (as in actually making money by making something jobs) and those looking for work locally, such as Gruff (for the second time this year), must also compete with people who are not local by a very long way. Now that the season is over even the deckchair arranging jobs have gone. There's no need to worry, however, for the ship is in capable hands. If only everyone would just make a little more effort at the oars.

Sunday, 30 November 2008

A Humpty Dumpty Way With Words?


'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean - neither more nor less.'

This
report, from the Times Online, ought to cause misgivings in all of us:

'The civil servant at the heart of a Whitehall leak investigation was in hiding last night as a political storm raged over the arrest of the Tory frontbencher Damian Green.

The 26-year-old civil servant was detained at his home in Middlesex at 6am on November 19. The assistant private secretary, who has been suspended from his job, is being looked after by the Home Office at a secret location because it owes him a “duty of care”, officials said.'

The phrase 'in hiding' usually describes someone evading capture, not someone who has been captured and whose whereabouts must therefore be known to the authorities. Whom is he hiding from and why does he need 'looking after'? The truth is, of course, that he is being held incommunicado and his anonymity prevents anyone from ensuring that he is being 'cared' for properly. Those questions notwithstanding, given the appalling record of carelessness on the part of those paid from our taxes to 'care' for us, and the still suspicious circumstances of the death of Dr David Kelly in 2002, it is, perhaps, not unreasonable to ask whether we will ever hear of the unnamed civil servant again.

There can be few people in The Tartan McReich's Führer's Br*tain of 'the nations and regions' who would willingly entrust themselves to the Home Office were they in need of 'care'.

Gruff Thanks to Old Holborn for the link.

Wednesday, 26 November 2008

New 'Challenge', New 'Mission Statement'

No one can say that The Tartan McReich's Führer is slow to catch on. Following yet another embarrassing revelation that the micro-managed state cannot manage a piss-up in a micro brewery the Bane of Fife, evidently aware that 'lessons will be learned' now excites nothing other than derision in the breasts of the people, has said that 'if there is a change to be made in the system and the system has failed, we will change the system'. Lest we over excite ourselves in the expectation of jam tomorrow we should remember that, notwithstanding the thousands of unprecedentedly destructive and unwanted changes he and his goons have made to our laws, The Clunking Fist has made similar promises before. Laughably, he threatened to change the law when the law found against the BBC and in favour of Nick Griffin but the BNP apparently goes from strength to strength, threatening the Labour Party as it does so. Few can doubt that, whatever changes they intend to make, or may make, to laws they may find temporarily inconvenient and systems that, when not properly adhered to, may result in humiliating exposure, the unparalleled record of arrogance, incompetence and criminal negligence that is the history of state controlled social work in England is unlikely to be substantially altered.

It matters not whether the monocular Jock and his troupe of glove puppets are responsible for the wilder excesses of those they believe they rule; his head is on the block and it wants only the roar of the crowd to bring the axe down.