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.

-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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Project Race Relations

Nothing demonstrates more clearly just how wacky Br*tain has become than the treatment of PC Steve Bettley by Merseyside Police, as reported by the BBC. PC Bettley has been compelled to return from holiday to explain his inclusion in the BNP membership list and has been suspended while the matter is 'investigated'. Although the BNP is a legally constituted political party, and all legal attempts to render it mute have failed, the BBC, which has itself twice tried unsuccessfully to neuter the BNP, reports that police officers are forbidden to join or promote it 'to prevent harming race relations, according to the Association of Chief Police Officers (Acpo).' Helpfully (though whom they intend to help is open to speculation), The Merseyside Black Police Association (MBPA) has 'appealed for calm during the internal investigation'. Why it should feel it necessary to do so, and so quickly, is not immediately apparent but one might reasonably observe that unnecessary appeals for calm often whip up a not inconsiderable nor inconsequential storm.

While it's commendable that Merseyside Police are working to prevent any deterioration in 'race relations' it's reprehensible that not all Merseyside police officers are prohibited from joining racist organisations, and racist is precisely what the National Black Police Association demonstrably is, for in addition to apparently (Perhaps, in the Orwellian sense, objectively?) encouraging its members to see racial abuse, discrimination or hatred in every 'white' utterance and gesture it specifically excludes any and every police officer who is not 'black' from membership.

For years the general public has been encouraged to see police officers as blue rather than 'black' or 'white', even though most of us did so anyway and needed no 'education' (those of us who once respected the law - before the law declared war on us - respected its officers, regardless of skin tone), but for years 'black' police officers seem to have regarded themselves as other than truly 'blue'; other than simply officers of the law that views us all in the same light. It seems that while they've demanded that we should never see them in anything less than the same light as police officers of a lighter skin tone they've seen themselves as very definitely separate from the mainstream, almost, one might say, a race apart; separate from us even as we were told we were not to regard them as them. Their demands have not gone unanswered. So great has been the weight given to them that while 'The Police' accept that some police officers (a minority still barely visible to the majority of us in our 'horribly white' enclaves) serving in a 'racially' inclusive police force may wish to belong to a publicly funded, 'racially' exclusive organisation, and to obtain high promotion even though they are known to be so, others may not, without living in fear of their jobs. Is that not a confounding paradox in a 'tolerant, multi-racial, multi-cultural society'? Whether it is or not, when the majority are so obviously discriminated against it is undeniable that there has been a massive failure in the implementation of anti-discrimination legislation: There's something terribly wrong when unacceptably bright white is a wholly acceptable black perspective but hazy shades of grey are all that 'whites' may say they see in a country that was simply English little more than half a century ago.

Regardless of the failure of anti discrimination legislation to protect 'whites' or the English or whatever noun one uses to describes the law-abiding tax paying indigenous majority of England, that some police officers can be sacked for belonging to one racist organisation, in the interests of race relations, whilst others can belong to another and be promoted, merely through fear of an action for discrimination, proves that after more than thirty years of 'education' the law is now very obviously anything but colour blind. There can be little wonder at the 'revelation' that serving police officers are members of the BNP. The wonder is that so few are.

Few can doubt, and doubtless many will hope, that should the investigation determine that Constable Bettley is a member of the BNP he will have no choice other than to resign from 'The Police'. There are those who will vilify Steve Bettley as a 'fascist' for belonging to the BNP and a 'pig' for serving in 'The Police'. Such people will delight in the exposure and humiliation of yet another 'racist, fascist pig' yet they will only really be mollified by televised confessions before the assembled masses in Victory Square and the public execution of thought criminals . Such people are just some of the people that the popular consensus, as understood by essentially decent people who wish to live in a democracy, seeks to constrain yet is being prevented from doing so. Before we bask in the glow of Constable Bettley's inevitable televised confession we should pause to consider that in a police 'service' that has been thoroughly corrupted by the Newspeak of Blair and Brown overtly 'racist' police officers who allow their political opinions to cloud their professional judgement are unlikely to last very long. Whatever Steve Bettley's opinions of those he deals with as a police officer it is his conduct in those dealings and not his private thoughts that he should be judged by, and that alone.

It's been a very long time since an Englishman's political opinions could be presented as just cause for his dismissal and it is blackly ironic that one of the first victims of the nascent police state that is modern Br*tain should be a police officer.

Following The Previous Post ...

... and in the Interests of balance, here's a picture of some of Grooovey Dave's chums from Remove reacting to the news that there are still a few people who believe the Conservatives represent a serious alternative to those pesky oiks The Socialists!!!

Yoiks, Good shot. I say Bunter, throw another!

Jack Straw Presents Draft Falklands' Constitution

This photograph of Jack Straw and Jacqui (sic) Smith with McReich's Chancellor and Tax Gatherer General Alistair Darling was taken as senior McNazis celebrated the imminent establishment of a fascist regime by an ostensibly democratic government in a Br*tish possession. If The Falkland Experiment is successful it is expected to be extended to the 'United' Kingdom before May 2010, thus obviating the tedious business of general elections, according to an unnamed source at the Ministry of Lies.

Compare the photographs below, the resemblance is almost uncanny:


The difference between the two is that The Mad Hatter was not dangerous.

Turn Up The Heat ...

... and screw down the lid. That's how our supposedly democratic government deals with those who wish peacefully to assert their hard won rights and liberties now.


Few in England can doubt that The Tartan McReich's Führer's lust for power is not sated yet and fewer still can really believe that his would-be replacement (and compatriot), Grooovey Dave, has the desire to change things. Only an English government can properly represent the interests of the people of England

Gruff thanks to Tuscan Tony, for the link to Guido Fawkes, and to Old Holborn.

Hallelujah!

It's disappointing that despite the election of the new Messiah the sky this afternoon is still heavily overcast, the temperature still unseasonably low, the economic situation still just as dire and the world still just as awful as it was the day before yesterday but there is now some faint hope that the Br*tish media will concentrate on domestic politics, at least until Jonathan Ross opens his mouth again .

Traffic Cops

Watch the programme and laugh, weep, shout and splutter with rage and indignation. Time after time those stopped for various traffic offences on England's roads are (whisper it) foreigners, and time after time they are freed, after a 'talking to' far more polite than they could expect from police officers in their homelands, to risk our lives again and again. It is worth remarking, though few will need reminding, that 'The Police', paramedics and members of the fire brigades know what they are doing, it's just our law makers who are incompetent.

Laughing My Fucking Arse Off

Gallimaufry and Chips is a very readable blog: Sometimes the author makes a post about long vanished silver aeroplanes, sometimes about gardening, sometimes about odd English quirks. Sometimes about things of international import. Whatever he writes, he's never boring; often amusing; occasionally absurdly funny. This is one such occasion.

Do sign. It won't go anywhere but it may just tweak the tails of the ball-less wonders who think that our hard earned cash is theirs to squander as they will.

Collateral Damage

Much of the legislation that is being used by 'The Police' and 'partner agencies' (such as supposedly accountable local councils) in 'enforcement' in the apparently systematic destruction of our ancient rights and freedoms has been enacted by the governments of The Snivelling Little Rat and The Tartan McReich's Führer but a goodly deal of destruction was achieved by the brylcreamed clowns who served the Iron Lady and Pantman and it's tempting to suspect that there is indeed some grand conspiracy, and there may well be, but anyone who has ever been involved in politics knows that factionalism and incompetence render any concerted, long-term effort highly unlikely, in a 'local' context. Given the predilection of our elected 'servants' for opportunism and corruption it is much more likely that one repressive regime simply lays its authoritarian bricks on the courses left by others, regardless of pattern, so that the edifice that is thereby constructed resembles Canterbury rather than Salisbury cathedral; rambling, thematically discontinuous, sometimes stylistically discordant but massive and overawing nonetheless, and sustained by a multitude of nearly anonymous servants, all scuttling about in the shadows, outwardly professing obeisance to those above them but otherwise enforcing their own writ on those below them.

Such, it seems, are 'The Police'.

History records not one libertarian dictator and the prospect of electing one, especially one who would willingly retire when told his work was done, being remote, the only way to reverse this disgraceful and unacceptable state of affairs to the satisfaction of those who died that we might be free is to unpick, piece by piece, every piece of hasty, ill-conceived or ill-intended legislation enacted over at least the last eleven years. That cannot be achieved quickly but until it is those free men and women who are citizens of England must consider themselves in a state of 'cold civil war' with the Br*tish state. In a Br*tain of the nations and regions in which those who are not bureaucrats are suspects casualties are inevitable. Call them 'collateral damage' if you will but remember that collateral damage is a luxury available only to those with overwhelming might, and they tend to win.

Gruff thanks to Spy Blog for the link.

Definitely An Undesirable Alien

The Br*tish government and it's myriad agencies have a long and dishonourable history of shitting on those who have rendered loyal (and often selfless) service to the United Kingdom of Great Br*tain and Northern etc. etc. so 'it should come as no surprise' that some overpaid, over seminared and under-occupied jobsworths in red, white and blue hats have 'right royally' shat all over a man of Br*tish parentage, born in the Br*tish Commonwealth (You'll, perhaps, remember that, as with the subjects of the United Kingdom of Great Br*tain and Northern etc. etc., the subjects of the Br*tish Commonwealth and Empire answered the Br*tish government's desperate call in 1939?), with undeniably Br*tish siblings, former wives and children. Keir Hardie is a former (Br*tish) Royal Marine, (Br*tish) police officer and (Br*tish) local councillor. He has worked for the (Br*tish) fire brigade and is currently employed as a mental health nurse by the (Br*tish) NHS. It's worth adding that although born of a (Br*tish) father born in (what was then Br*tish) India he has lived in Br*tain for fifty two of his fifty five years, without claiming benefits, all of which might reasonably be thought to add up to a reasonable degree of Br*tishness, and in any other country in the world it might be taken for granted that his right to live and work in Br*tain is unquestionable, but not in whacky Br*tain.

Mr Hardie clearly has some absurdly outdated ideas about serving his country and community and, in a whacky Br*tain in which the destruction of national identity and civic pride are of paramount importance, he is, all too understandably, a highly undesirable alien. This episode merely proves, yet again, that Br*tishness now means absolutely fuck all, the more so since it is now widely seen as nothing more than an a means of destroying the Englishness that underpins it.

It is tempting to blame Mr Hardie's predicament on The Tartan McReich's Führer but the late Spike Milligan had precisely the same problem following the creation of Br*tish citizenship by the governments of Mrs Thatcher and Mr Major, in panicky moves designed to prevent the 'influx' of the estimated five million Chinese residents of Hong Kong previously entitled to live in Br*tain (had those five million been East Europeans, instead of 'slitty eyed' Chinese Messrs Milligan and Hardie should have had no problems).

Mr Milligan solved his problem by applying for, and being granted, an Irish passport. Mr Hardie could do worse than apply for a Canadian passport (it must be worth more than the embarrassment of the Br*tish passport): men, and women, of his calibre are in demand there but those who are intent on making sure that what most of us were once proud to call Great Britain is nothing more than a footnote in the debit columns of European history definitely do not want his sort here

Gruff thanks to Theo Spark for the link ('The Sunday Best ... : I'm an ex marine').

Speechless

What a delight BBC iPlayer is. Watch The Man With 20 Kids (available only until 23:24, Monday, 14th inst.) for yet another 'warts and all' depiction of the long term 'benefits' of liberal tolerance and the welfare state.

Here's the BBC's programme synopsis:

'Intimate and honest documentary following daily life with 49-year-old Mike Holpin and his controversial and ever-expanding family. Living with his third wife Petrina and their nine children in a three-bedroom terraced house, Mike's home is hugely overcrowded and the kids often double up because there is not enough space for them each to have their own bed. With benefits of 27,000 pounds a year to live on, however, Mike appears oblivious to what other people think of his family and we follow them through the chaos and extravagance of Christmas, the prospect of Mike being jailed for drink-driving, and his boys getting in trouble with the police.'

Comment is pointless but one of the more amusing revelations was that the subject of the programme is (Is anyone surprised?) claiming incapacity benefit because he is epileptic and an alcoholic, about which he is philosophical, admitting to the camera that he can understand that he is unemployable (he isn't) as he wouldn't employ a liability such as himself but the biggest howler, for Gruff, was his description of his children, in their presence, as 'foul-mouthed fucking animals' when told that they'd sworn in front of 'mammy'.

What can one say apart from to advocate the enforced sterilisation of such people, and their numerous progeny?

Postscript: The video is still available at 22:02, 23/7, although it comes with the distraction of a man signing for deaf viewers.

Whacky Br*tain 44 ...

... long suffering, law abiding, tax paying citizens who desperately need to believe that 'The Police' are actually on their side 0. A cynic might say that recent measures allowing secret inquests and redefining the circumstances in which anonymous evidence can be accepted are now readily comprehended but a genuinely included Briton of the 'nations and regions' would simply yawn and go back to his tartan tranquilised sleep muttering 'move along citizen: there's nothing to see here'.

In a previous war against tyranny it was sometimes remarked that not all Germans were Nazis, which was indisputably true, but when they were all wearing jackboots and coal-scuttle helmets it was rarely easy to tell the good from the bad. It is becoming harder and harder for essentially decent people to believe that 'The Police' are essentially decent and we are rapidly approaching the point at which the indisputably good police officers will be those no longer serving in 'The Police'.

Equality, Qua Equality? (LBD viii, ToC xvi)

If bigamy is illegal in Br*tain how can the law (whether English or Scotch) recognise and accept a legally non-existent 'second' wife, even if permitted by an offender's peculiar religious beliefs, as a mitigating factor when determining a penalty? Who can doubt that were anyone else to argue that a driving ban would create difficulties for him in shuttling between his one legally permitted wife and another woman whom he regards as a wife, he would be given short shrift?

Equality before the law? They're having a laugh.

Gruff thanks to Theo Spark for the link.

Common Purpose

Founded in 1985, Common Purpose is an organisation the purpose of which is increasingly being questioned by those who wonder just why Br*tain is quite as whacky and authoritarian as it is these days. This video about the activities and influence of Common Purpose, a 'charity' that seems routinely to break the law with impunity, selectively recruits its members from the upper echelons of government, the Civil Service, armed forces, local authorities, regional development agencies, police forces and business and industry, and takes great care to keep its activities, at the tax payers expense, secret, provides food for thought.
It's lengthy but worth watching, although some of the lecturer Brian Gerrish's claims may seem far-fetched and his language a little alarmist to those inclined to dismiss 'conspiracy theories' out of hand, often because uninformed cynicism is fashionable:

It may all be a paranoid fantasy but we can lose nothing by looking a little deeper and asking some probing questions: Those with nothing to hide have nothing to fear, have they?

Gruff thanks to Harry Hook, at The Final Redoubt, for the link.

Getting One's Priorities Right.

The recent announcement that Her Majesty The Queen has expressed concerns about global warming while apparently unconcerned that her government is rapidly destroying the hard won liberties of her subjects as it works to subsume her realm into a despotically bureaucratic European superstate merely illustrates why the monarchy is increasingly seen as of decreasing relevance in whacky Br*tain. With the decline of the monarchy goes a decline in the need for regal spectacle and it is not unjust to question whether our critically (and cynically) depleted army can reasonably be expected to continue to maintain the pomp and splendour of the household division. That notwithstanding, it is certainly justifiable to question whether it is defensible to spend £321,000.00, in the past five years alone, on bearskins for the foot guards whilst pleading poverty as the excuse for failing to provide body armour to those of Her Majesty's soldiers serving her interests overseas.

Whether or not one's concerns are for the bears, ill-equipped troops on active service or simply the absurd cost of self-serving, archaic and decreasingly relevant rituals of imperial majesty, a petition to stop the purchase of skins by the MoD can be signed here.

The Democracy That Jack's Built

Jack Straw really is a vile piece of work: Having first effectively robbed the prison officers of much of their pay award he then acted swiftly to neuter the Prison Officers Association by outlawing strike action on their part. Not content with impoverishing them and rendering them politically impotent he now proposes to make some of them homeless as well, turning over their accommodations to house those for whom there is no room in our dangerously overcrowded gaols. The scum of the earth will be living rent-free in some of the choicest parts of London, one of the most expensive cities on the planet. It doesn't take a great leap of the imagination to predict increased crime and falling property prices in those areas and huge repair and renovation bills for the properties blighted by this incomprehensibly crass and unacceptably autocratic decision.

The camel's back cannot be very far from breaking.

Gruff thanks to Theo Spark for the link.

When Art Can No Longer Imitate Life

The BBC is reportedly scrapping the absolutely dire 'Grange Hill' because, it is said, it no longer reflects the lives of children in contemporary Br*tain. Yahoo News quotes CBBC controller Anne Gilchrist as saying:

"Part of CBBC's reputation for reflecting contemporary Britain back to UK children has been built upon Phil Redmond's brilliantly realised idea and, of course, it's sad to say goodbye to such a much-loved institution.
"The lives of children have changed a great deal since Grange Hill began and we owe it to our audience to reflect this.
"We're actively seeking out new and exciting ways of bringing social realism to the CBBC audience through drama and other genres."

Whom do they think they are kidding? A plausible drama that accurately reflects the mindless depravity that is everyday life for the feral little bastards churned out by the contemporary state education system could not but provoke a prosecution for obscenity, should it be shown to its intended audience.

The days when 'social realism' could be instructively entertaining are long past.