"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Thursday, 12 December 2013

Never Surrender

"Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

Tennyson (1809-1892) Poet Laureate

Monday, 2 December 2013

Tme Out

I think we already know enough about the EU to fight against it so here's some music from the best of the best by way of light relief:

Van Morrison & John Lee Hooker:

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

The Merry-Go-Round

We're still on it because it's swirling madly and we can't get off without causing ructions. It's like the Waltzers at those old-fashioned Feasts you used to go to when you were a youngster - you know, the ones that smelled of toffee apples and candy-floss and bombarded your ears with the sounds of people laughing or screaming. I remember the indulgence of my father, his hand tight in mine as he went on the waltzers for a third time at my pleading.

Well, I'm all grown up now and my father died before I had the chance to tell him that he was right in all respects. The waltzers do make you feel sick; fairgrounds are full of shysters; candy-floss does rot your teeth; toffee apples break them, and immigration is bad for the soul of a country.

Two words: Blunkett, Straw.

To David Cameron my advice is to bear in mind this poem that I've posted before so I hope it doesn't bore you - I make no apologies for re-posting. When push comes to shove, we English will not lie down.
It was not part of their blood
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good
When the English began to hate.

They were not easily moved
They were icily willing to wait
Till every count should be proved
Ere the English began to hate.

Their voices were even and low
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud
When the English began to hate.

It will not swiftly abate
Through the chill years ahead
When time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate. 

Jack Straw: "The English aren't worth saving as a race."

I suppose I could also re-post Enoch Powell's so-called 'Rivers of Blood' speech but it wouldn't do any good because people don't want to listen and Powell has been successfully vilified by the establishment for more than four decades. His name has now become synonymous with 'far-right extremists'. He was, however, a man of great intellect, an historian, a Classicist and an orator of insight.

How awful it must be to be proved right after your death.

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Whitehall outsourcing is ‘in our interests’ - FT.com

Yes, of course this proposal to outsource Whitehall civil servants to a French majority-owned venture can only be in the interests of the UK.

/Goes off to take meds/

Whitehall outsourcing is ‘in our interests’ - FT.com

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Sunday, 27 October 2013

Former heads of state call on EU to set up state surveillance of ‘intolerant’ citizens

Former heads of state call on EU to set up state surveillance of ‘intolerant’ citizens

Here we go again. If we think that there's a resistance now to anything other than the LibLabCon con, we ain't seen nothing yet.

PS If you've read the article and are now wondering wtf European Dignity Watch is - here's a LINK.

Saturday, 19 October 2013

Almost There

This is just a one-off because I can't get it out of my head so I thought I'd blog it instead and hope it produces some sort of catharsis and let me sleep tonight.  It's about a phone-in radio programme I heard this morning and the attitude of the callers towards the two questions: "What is English-ness?" and "Should we celebrate St George's Day?"

This once-a-year question is prompted, no doubt, by A Festival of Englishness organised by the IPPR and British Future and followed up by newspaper articles.

The presenter began by admitting that she/he had no idea when St George's Day was but she/he was half Cornish/half Scottish and was truly British.  What followed was a succession of callers who divided fairly neatly into three camps:

English and hating England;
British and hating England;
Immigrant and loving England.

One English chap said he couldn't wait to move abroad because successive governments have betrayed the country and did nothing for the English; a third-generation Briton hated England because "there is no Great Britain, it was all built on the back of colonial theft & St George was a Turk", many immigrants (this is London after all) 'loved Britain' but continually confused England with Britain.

Actually, there was a fourth category: sweet old ladies who 'loved England' but thought our Patron Saint should be, eg Robin Hood (yes, really), and we should have a day to celebrate its multiculturalism and its diversity.

The first caller, 'Raj', was no doubt well-meaning when he called himself 'English' because 'they are a people who are kind and fair-minded'.  He then spoiled it by saying that he wasn't happy with a Patron Saint and that all cultures and races should be celebrated on an 'English-ness Day' instead because the English, above all, were tolerant.  I think 'Raj' was flying a kite there but I wouldn't take any bets because many other callers agreed with him.

The majority agreed that St George's Day (April 23rd as any fule kno) was inappropriate because it would "cause division" and be seen to be provocative and nationalistic.  What they all agreed is that England, or Britain depending on your level of education, should  celebrate 'being English' or British, or whatever.  What they couldn't agree on is what it is to be English.

I can tell them.  Being English means belonging to the gene-pool of English people.  If I were born in, say, Africa or India, it would not make me African or Indian; I would still be a white Anglo-Saxon of Anglo-Saxon heritage.

I tried to make sense of what I was feeling as the hour unwound - I wondered why I didn't feel  angry, upset or even, in a very English way, slightly miffed.  But it didn't; it just made me so sad. We've been sold out, globalised and prostituted yet very few seem to realise it and the fightback, if there is one, is very nearly lost. They're almost there.

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Monday, 7 October 2013

Yes, I know...

... I said I was closing the blog but after dipping in and out of it for the links I thought it might be better to keep it open and let others check out the sidebar too.

I won't be coming back any time soon even though, Lord knows, I've been sorely tempted.  I need an op on my eyes and squinting eight inches from a 48" screen doesn't do me any favours.

So, please make use of the links and the other blogs - just explore.  There is life beyond the msm :)

In the meantime, I'm still watching:
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Thursday, 8 August 2013


There's a call to ban E-cigarettes - the ones that help smokers either quit completely or remove the alleged effects of passive smoking and also lessen the burden on the NHS as a result of inhaling the toxic substances inherent in normal cigarettes. Why? The only answer can be tobacco lobbying groups because these innocuous cigarettes have helped thousands quit the habit.

As I walked down the local High Street today I passed two young girls, one of whom paused to actually light up a cigarette, in public. The only thing that stopped me patting her on the back was my upbringing - nice girls don't eat and drink in public places and they certainly do not smoke in public, not even in moving cars where I come from (1960s Yorkshire). The young girl looked perfectly respectable in every other way, from her clothes to her speech, and I reflect now and admire her defiance of current prohibition on public manners.

It's just gone too far and we're becoming a Puritan nation again. The most awful aspect of this is the third-party offence whereby two people can interact but a third onlooker can take offence and report it as a crime; it's the most stupid law ever introduced in this country and needs to be repealed as soon as possible if we are ever to make progress again. There is always and will always be someone ready to take offence at a word or an action of someone else, whether it's online or face-to-face. It's just ludicrous and we should stop legal facilitation of such self-indulgence.

On another topic it was reported today that forty-eight more people are added to Great Britain's population each and every hour via births and immigration. It was also reported that the majority of births are to immigrant mothers. What the reports didn't say was that the figures apply to England - they cloak it with terms like 'UK'. This has to stop. We've finally reached the point of having a choice between repatriation now or civil war in the future.

In the meantime we're being told to cut down on our energy (cooking/heating) and water usage; the NHS and state schools can't cope; sell your old stuff and buy second-hand; eat this, don't eat that; recycle this, compost that, eat out-of-date food and we won't send it to a Chinese landfill; we're here to help. No! They're not here to help. We have a clear sixteen years' evidence that they're here to screw us up and we've been suckered and deceived. Don't get me started on the unnecessarily bloated welfare state and don't vote for the LibLabCon con.

If you can't see that this is happening across the so-called 'West' then your eyes aren't open. For West read Australia, Canada, USA, Europe (the continent as was) and Great Britain & Northern Ireland. Look at the UN, look at Agenda21 and then ask questions of your local authority.

This is my last post - I've really had enough. Please make a note of all the good blogs in the sidebar - Captain Ranty, Fausty, Subrosa, OldRightie, Witterings, Incoming, Ambush Predator, Bucko and so on, and all the 'Essential Links', because I'll be closing the blog next week and they'll no longer be accessible. My thanks to all of you for reading over the years - here's a tip: carry the torch, rant on and don't end up like me.

Wednesday, 31 July 2013

As True Today...

... as it was then. The time has come for this song to come into its own again:

Sunday, 28 July 2013

Friday, 26 July 2013

Nine Beanrows: Straying into politics

Straying into politics

Addendum: I'm not sure whether it's been a blessing or a curse to be away from politics down here. Nothing seems to touch Torbay except local issues like the number of palm trees on the promenade that the EU will 'pay for' in an attempt to regenerate the area.

I'm in a strange time-warp where talking politics, sex or religion is still deemed infra-dig. No-one has noticed my Cross of St George or the Gadsden flying in the back garden yet or, if they have, they're just too polite to ask.

Friday, 12 July 2013

What To Make of Hannan?

I find him a puzzle now, after all these years. He's so smooth, reasonable and self-assured and yet... and yet... my doubts are increasing.  I blogged years ago (as did others) about the EU subsidy for tobacco-growers whilst simultaneously bringing in measures for banning smoking in public places, hiding displays, plain packaging and banning e-cigarettes.  Sometimes things just don't add up.

The only lobby group a government should take note of is the electorate. I'm sick of 'experts' from think-tanks, lobby groups and public sector institutions advising government. They're usually funded by the taxpayer via government to tell the government to do what the government wants to do anyway - all against the wishes of the electorate.

Common Purpose, EU, UN, Agenda 21 - I'm sick of the lot of them telling me how to live my life; how to discipline my child and how to feed him; that I can't donate home-made cakes/home-grown fruit or veg to the local hospice or school fete; to use a secure ladder when washing windows; to watch out for cylclists behind me on the road; not to drink 'too much' alcohol/coffee/tea/water or eat vast quantities of butter/meat/eggs/sugar... I resent them messing about with my vitamin supplements and herbal supplies and, while I'm at it,I resent them monitoring me 'just in case' or retaining dna samples 'just in case'. But, perhaps most of all, I resent them telling me I have to pay for their stupid, self-aggrandising schemes via taxpayer subsidies to worthless 'grands projets' such as HS2 (Ten-T), the NHS super-computer or the lunacy of on/off-shore wind farms and on and on and on... they never sleep.

This business with e-cigarettes (and menthol cigarettes) demonstrates how the European Parliament needs to invent reasons for its existence. In their rush to harmonise regulations across the EU they've ham-strung and shackled small businesses/budding entrepreneurs in this country and stifled economic and intellectual growth. Cameron, the europhile, obviously thinks this is a great idea since he's uttered nothing but vacuous soundbites and even those he can't deliver. He's a liar, a dissembler and a manipulative PM - we should congratulate him, he wanted to be the heir to Blair and now he's achieved it.

They're just parasites, they're monkeys on our backs and it's time we shrugged our shoulders and told them to ... you-know-what

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Anyone but the LibLabCon.

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Still On The Merry-Go-Round

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The original authors of the 1953 European Convention on Human Rights aren't the only ones who will be 'turning in their graves' at the way their good intentions have been subverted.  When laws are lax and riddled with loop-holes it will always give those with an eye out for the main chance to work it to their own agenda.  The Council of Europe was set up hastily after WW2 and its main aim was to lay down a Treaty which made it impossible for such carnage, torture, indignity and horrors to happen again.  How far we've travelled now that our governments and public institutions have fallen to Cultural Marxism!

Got a cat? Feel insulted? Been bullied? Then get yourself a Human Rights lawyer, one of the many spawned by Matrix Chambers and Cherie Blair, and in one bound you will be free with your pockets loaded with cash into the bargain.

The European Union is signing up to the ECHR later this year and it is already a pre-requisite that any Member State must be a signatory in order to join the EU so, in some respects, they're behind the curve.
“This is a decisive step, paving the way to EU accession to the European Convention of Human Rights. It will contribute to the creation of a single European legal space, putting in place the missing link in the European system of fundamental rights protection”. Jagland, Sec-Gen of the Council of Europe

Those commentators who continue to insist that there is no link between the EU and the ECHR are wrong, wrong, wrong and I'm rather tired of hearing it trotted out so frequently by those in the press/tv/radio who should know better unless, of course, their intention is to mislead or deceive.

And what to make of Theresa May?  One day she's being touted as Prime Ministerial material and the next is being accused of 'disrespecting Parliament'.  That's probably mild language.  After all the hoo-ha of Abu Qatada and then announcing that the UK would opt out of 133 EU crime and security measures people seem surprised that what she said wasn't what she meant at all.


This is what Cameron's lauded 're-negotiations' will come down to: Our government has until November 2014 to confirm whether or not it will sign up to all the provisions of the Lisbon Treaty (see link in sidebar) - the opt-outs agreed to by the EU itself.  It goes without saying that this is not re-negotiation, this is acquiescence.  It can't be re-stated too often that the only way to re-negotiate with the EU is to invoke Article 50 of the Lisbon Treaty, after which we will have two years in which to negotiate.
Article 50
1. Any Member State may decide to withdraw from the Union in accordance with its own constitutional requirements.

2. A Member State which decides to withdraw shall notify the European Council of its intention. In the light of the guidelines provided by the European Council, the Union shall negotiate and conclude an agreement with that State, setting out the arrangements for its withdrawal, taking account of the framework for its future relationship with the Union. That agreement shall be negotiated in accordance with Article 218(3) of the Treaty on the Functioning of the European Union. It shall be concluded on behalf of the Union by the Council, acting by a qualified majority, after obtaining the consent of the European Parliament.

3. The Treaties shall cease to apply to the State in question from the date of entry into force of the withdrawal agreement or, failing that, two years after the notification referred to in paragraph 2, unless the European Council, in agreement with the Member State concerned, unanimously decides to extend this period.

4. For the purposes of paragraphs 2 and 3, the member of the European Council or of the Council representing the withdrawing Member State shall not participate in the discussions of the European Council or Council or in decisions concerning it.

A qualified majority shall be defined in accordance with Article 238(3)(b) of the Treaty on the Functioning of the European Union.

5. If a State which has withdrawn from the Union asks to rejoin, its request shall be subject to the procedure referred to in Article 49.
That all seems pretty clear and straight-forward to me. I wonder what part of it David Cameron doesn't understand?

Another who will be 'turning in his grave' is the Irish poet, Louis MacNeice:
It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet; Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit. The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever, But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather. The Art of Europe
I think it's time to 'break the bloody glass' and see what happens; perhaps we can't 'hold up the weather' but we have to try. At every opportunity, vote for anyone except the LibLabCon.

UPDATE: Here's an article by Jacob Rees-Mogg on the subject of opt-ins:
"It is not as bold a move as it seems and it cannot accurately be called a repatriation of powers as nothing that was permanently ceded has been regained. More important is the question of opting back in to certain areas." 

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Entitlement | The Anger of a Quiet Man

Entitlement | The Anger of a Quiet Man
Worth reading.

Once Upon A Time...

... in a land far away, a teenager spoke with with her father.

He: "The government is allowing too many strangers to settle in our country; it will all end in tears."

She: "Everyone has the right to a better life."

The years passed and the once teenager-now woman remembers her father's words and is glad he died before he saw the culmination of government policies settled in the 50s and 60s and seeing fruition in the 2000s.

He had the battle-scars (and trophies) of war at El Alamein and never spoke except to make light of it: nothing in life was awful for him and he would always find the bright side of any situation.

I doubt he'd be laughing now: he'd be sad.  He was a Labour man through and through and would despair at the thought of Ed Miliband, son of Adolphe/Ralph, as Leader of that Party.

As you know I've recently moved from London to Torquay and in doing so I can give the lie to the Buddhist tale of the stranger in a strange town. I don't have a link but it's the one where a man leaves a village and encounters a stranger walking in the opposite direction.
"How are the people in the next village, are they friendly?" he asks the stranger. "How did you find the people in the last village you walked through?" asked the stranger. "Oh, they were awful: cold, unfriendly, and they'd steal the shirt from your back," he said. "Then you will find the the same in the next village," replied the stranger.
Well, I can categorically tell you, after all these years, that it isn't true. I've been here since May 2nd and, without fail, every single person I've met, from shop-keeper to bank clerk to cabbie to neighbour, has been unceasingly friendly (apart from the man from Neighbourhood Watch).

London is a country of wealthy financial sectors, impoverished immigrants who are content to stay in ghettos (now called 'Communities')  and middle class enclaves behind securicor-patrolled gates.  I'm glad I'm away from the suspicion, the down-cast eyes, the spitting on the pavements, the foreign languages, the looks of hate and distrust.

My cabbie this morning (30yrs old, married with a 19-month daughter) is to be Best Man at a wedding next week and has arranged a stag weekend this Friday; he intends to centre around Piccadilly, do the clubs and bars, maybe a bit of tying a naked groom to a lamp-post and taking a few embarrassing pics before driving back to Torquay on Sunday.

The cabbie said London was 'cosmopolitan' and I told him he was being polite and to have eyes in the back of his head because the Met Police aren't like Devonshire Police, not at all, and London isn't just "a City like any other": it's a Capital City unlike any other part of England, Wales, Scotland or Northern Ireland - it's a place apart and I'm glad to be out of it. #whiteflight #strangerinastrangetown

Saturday, 29 June 2013

Nine Beanrows: A Quick Update

A Quick Update

I'm sorry for the lack of posting on Calling England at the moment but there's so much to do down here. I've been trying to keep an eye on who does what to whom and who owes what to whom in politics and it seems that it's the same old same old: you and I haven't missed very much at all. Unless we fight back, we're stuffed.

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Obama offends Catholics in the UK: 'religious schools are divisive'

Blazing Cat Fur: Obama offends Catholics in the UK: 'religious schools are divisive'


I'm sorry for the sparse posting; I'm finding it really difficult down here at the moment with all the work being done and all these damned boxes to unpack and wash after two years in storage. A lifetime's accumulation of saucepans, clothes, cutlery, ornaments, rugs and general detritus needs a thorough clean and that's on top of working in the garden, modifying curtains and hanging mirrors, paintings and so on. It's coming along, as you can see HERE but, my word, it's hard, slow work and I definitely feel a 'Yard Sale' coming on.

I've found time to do something I once swore I would never do and that is: join a Political Party.  I suppose there's no guesses for which one but I did it because I reckon they need the money and they're also the best we have at the moment.  I don't see anyone else in sight.

Once things are more settled here I hope to take a more active part in local politics - because the action is either there or on the street.  Government doesn't listen - it promises the earth but delivers nothing. Manifestos aren't worth the paper they're written on (we all remember THIS)  and, day in, day out, we hear tales of profligate local councils spending local taxpayers money on things they shouldn't via taxpayer-funded credit cards.  Who the heck thought it was a good idea to give Council employees a charge card for which they weren't liable?

We elect these weaselly wastrels time after time because they smile, live locally, have photogenic children and a pretty wife or say what we want to hear but we find that when they're in Office a fair percentage of them are as venal as the previous incumbent and clawing his/her way up to a General Election.  I wish voters would take time to reflect: vote Independent or a smaller Party, anything but the LibLabCon.

It amuses me that the Conservatives, Labour and Liberal Democrats are still referred to by the press and tv as "the three main Parties" when UKIP has consistently out-performed and out-polled the LibDems for almost a year.  It's time the House of Commons felt the wind of change and only we can do it with our votes.

I've stopped posting WHEDFU warnings because everyone knows by now what a malign influence the European Union has over our government, our Parochial Town Council. Cameron and Co are mere Town Clerks: an irritating buzz to be whipped away with a swish of ex-Maoist Barroso's tail.

Where does that leave Bilderberger Osborne? It leaves him having to get a grip, go against the prevailing wind and look back 2068 years:
"The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed, lest Rome will become bankrupt.  People must again learn to work instead of living on public assistance."
Cicero , 55 BC
I'd add to that quote that the government must learn to live within its means and not off the back of high taxation taken from the working man and small businesses while, at the same time, introducing punitive legislation on smoking, drinking, food, fuel and homes. In short, it should butt out, leave us to our own devices and stop legislating against everything we do and using our own taxes against us. Governments should have no place in manipulating markets and must let the consumer have a free choice.   I don't elect a government so it can tell me how to live my life; I elect a government that I think will best represent the country and provide its defence.  What a sucker I was and, sadly, my children still are.

It seems like every corporation and his mother has gagging orders and pay-offs in place for disgruntled employees, including our very own Secretary of State Eric Pickles and his Department for Local Communities and Government.  According to Mr Pickles it was a system already in place when he became titular head of the department ('nothing to do with me, guv') and he will 'look into it'.  The NHS; the BBC; our local Councils; our Government - one has to ask where, when and how it will all end.

I know one thing for sure: if we all sit on our butts and do nothing, it won't end.

Saturday, 1 June 2013

Contemplating Tea With The UAF?

Nah, don't do it - they aint werf it.

Anyone who has followed this blog for any length of time might recollect that I screen-grabbed a photo that had been plastered all over the mainstream media of 'someone' doing a Heil Hitler at a BNP/UAF clash with a byline simply saying that someone would be up in Court; the rest of the prress narrative led one to believe that it was a BNP supporter.  Not so.  Several months later when the case came to Court the culprit was revealed as a UAF supporter, though it wasn't reported on the scale of the initial arrest.

I cite this recollection only to remind the press that they should play a greater part in our 'democracy'.  I know it's hard when you have a wife, children and career to feed but, come on guys, give us plebs a break and do more investigative reporting.  When the BNP and the UAF met today after the Met were unable to keep them apart (?) fifty-eight UAF supporters were arrested - no BNP supporters were involved.  It's no wonder that no matter how badly the press portray the EDL, few people believe what they read anymore.

What we see, what we read, is filtered until it's considered 'fit for consumption'.  Lied to, cheated, betrayed, sold down the river, taxed to high Heaven (from today all you earn is yours - all you earned in the previous five months went to the government) - if we were Turkish, French, Spanish, German, Italian or even the cool-headed Icelandics, we'd have been out on the streets beating down the doors of No 10 Downing Street long before today.  I'm English yet I don't understand our complacency.

Perhaps that's it: we are complacent and have such self-confidence that England has always been and will always be.  'It will never happen to us, guv'. 'Yeh, right, on your bike, guv'. 'Take your EU and shove it'. 'Nonsense, I'm going back to my allotment/tv/gite in France'.

Wakey, wakey, it's happened and it's almost too late to fight back.  Remember this and don't, for one second, believe that Martin Smith is alone in his beliefs:

It isn't in sync because the original was taken down from YouTube when the UAF realised it didn't gather them many fans but it's been put together again on LiveLeak - all hail the internet.

Even Pastor Niemoller's poem has been traduced.

One more time for the record:
The UAF Founding Signatories' Page: Cameron probably thought it was the 'cool' thing to do. He might regret it now but his name is still on their web page along with other MPs - is yours one of them?

Tuesday, 28 May 2013

Nine Beanrows: Justice Denied, Justice Delayed

Nine Beanrows: Justice Denied, Justice Delayed

How far have we fallen? Whether it's a Labour or Conservative government we're just work units programmed to push up the GDP. When I was nineteen I worked for the Police Force, as it was then, and when the Civil Service Union was about to strike I was invited to join but declined - somebody had to make their tea after all and I loved my job. 'You'll take the benefits though won't you?' was the response of the Union Leader at the HQ - she looked a little like this:

They didn't strike, there were no benefits. The moral of this story is that the Unions aren't for us, they're for the status quo. It suits them to fight imaginary dragons just as the government 'fights' the EU while all the time they, whatever name they use, erode everything the people of this country fought for throughout the ages. Everything is a farce and they're projecting their imagination on us. We mustn't fall for it.
"No free man shall be seized or imprisoned, or stripped of his rights or possessions, or outlawed or exiled nor will we proceed with force against him except by the lawful judgement of his equals or by the law of the land. To no one will we sell, to no one deny or delay right or justice."

Friday, 24 May 2013

Bad Girl

The awful killing of Drummer Lee Rigby has brought many people out of the woodwork - me included. Once upon a time my life's motto would have been: 'Do what you will an it harm no-one', but now?  Now, I'm so sickened at listening to the radio or watching the tv that I turn them off.

I can't bear to listen to the 'Oh but' brigade, the 'Yes but it's not really' brigade or the 'Let's understand' brigade. One thing is certain, after this most horrific and barbaric murder of Lee Rigby on our own home ground in London, life in England has changed. Attitudes have changed towards immigrants and mine have too.

I've had enough of listening to LBC - originally London Broadcasting Corporation but now London's Biggest Conversation - and all the immigrants phoning in to say we must understand why it happened or blame the government's foreign policy or say there's no work for immigrants and that their youth are lost and that's why they turn to this sort of vile action.  The number of  'Londoners' phoning in to explain their religion or ask for understanding for the crime is mind-rotting.  The ones who blame our colonial past, who confuse England with Great Britain with the United Kingdom, those who have no sense of our history, are the peaches.

If I were Prime Minister I'd rescind Blair's HRA and repeal invoke Art.50 of the Lisbon Treaty. Personally, I'd rather the entire 1972 ECA was repealed because we still have Common Law and we still have trade relationships - it couldn't possibly be worse than what we have now. It's a sobering thought that, in twenty-four hours, our own laws could be re-instated.

More to the point, if I were Prime Minister, I'd find the resources (£50m per day?) to fund two new Departments - one dedicated to hunt down illegals (US-style bounty hunters) and the other to investigate all British Citizenship applications over the past forty years. I don't care where they're deported to but I do care about England. The country has borne the brunt of immigration: in some London boroughs illegals live in backyard sheds from which immigrant landlords make money; wildlife is butchered; they bring ways that are not our ways. I'd repatriate each and every immigrant who arrived here in the past forty years who has not contributed or been assimilated into the English way of being - and their families can go too - and their cats.

The government is casting round for fall-guys to blame for the death of Drummer Lee Rigby - MI5, the police, 'community' services, but they're only trying to deflect blame and not address the real issue. The real issue is that there has been way too much immigration and the only ones to blame are governments and us, for voting for them, for believing that the only choice was between the Conservatives or Labour.

I know the British Armed Forces have a handful of Muslims in the ranks and that, at the end, they're all brothers-in-arms, but it's no longer enough. May past governments hang for their crimes against the English people and the violence to come.

Nine Beanrows: Rain, Rain Go Away ...

Nine Beanrows: Rain, Rain Go Away ...

I've travelled, nearly died young (-ish) but finally, I've found a corner of England.

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Friday, 17 May 2013

I don't get it...

...but that's nothing new lately.  Suddenly, after all these years, I'm not allowed to call myself 'GoodnightVienna'.  It apparently violates some google policy or other to not give my real name, but everyone knows me as GV.  I guess you'll all have to get used to calling me 'Susan' instead.

PS Google's gone crazy anyway - according to them I had over 7,000 visitors on the 14th May.  Go figure, as our American cousins say. PS I've just spotted (20 May) that my twitter feed box has disappeared from the sidebar too. It took years for me to get sucked into the twitter scheme and now I'm wondering whether my instincts to leave it alone weren't right in the first place.

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Deep Intake Of Breath

I've made it to the other side.  Devon is rainy, the people are lovely, technology is intermittent.

Normal service will resume as soon as possible.

I see I've lost a follower in the move.  Oh, ye of little faith!

Sunday, 28 April 2013

A Wanderer Has Far To Go

Well, it's taken some time but I'm finally moving on Thursday and since I love the English seaside, come rain or shine, I'm probably going to one of the best places available to me.

You won't be hearing from me again until 15 or 16 May because that's how long it's going to take BT to arrange an internet and telephone connection at a pathetic 'guaranteed' 2mg.  No doubt that's a blessing in disguise for you because I'll no longer be able to subject you to those musical ear-worms that grip me occasionally.  I just can't stop singing the last one, Benedictus, and I've no idea why.  I woke up one morning about a week ago and there it was, waiting to send me to groundhog day.  Put the kettle on = the wanderer has far to go; stir the saucepan =humble must he always be; washing up = where the paths of wisdom lead; brushing my teeth = fortune and goodwill will surely follow him.  On and on and on.  Guess what the first piece of music will be when I'm in my new home and I've unpacked the LPs?

Apart from lack of wifi and a telephone the other downside is that I'm rather miffed at missing out on my vote in the local elections.  The Council comprises a fairly equal mix of Conservatives and LibDems, as you'd expect: the news that we are a nation in crisis hasn't yet reached Torbay.

The good news is that the current MP, LibDem Adrian Sanders, has a majority of only 4,000+ - taken from the Conservatives (Rupert Allason) in 1997.  Sanders has a lovely wife, Alison, whom he pays to be his Constituency Secretary and I look forward to making her acquaintance at some point.

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The best news of all (*sarc on*) is that we have a Local Democracy Week when youngsters can go along and be taught about modern governance.

Here's another happy chappie who thinks Localism and the Big Society is a good idea in its present format: Gordon Oliver, Mayor of Torbay.

The worst thing about Torbay?   Torbay takes the Devil's Shilling. It's just another English region of the EU with its hand out-stretched begging to be given back a portion of the money it's already paid in taxes, via VAT, and EU 'contributions'.

I hope you've caught a flavour of the local politics I'm moving into - it's a far cry from London and a totally different political environment.  Work needs to be done.

I may or may not be back here: there's much to do in the house, the first being to get my garden growing - a girl needs to eat more than ginger-nuts after all.  I think I may hit the chickens on the head, metaphorically-speaking, on grounds of space and cost but we'll see; I'm still quite hopeful of  being able to take on three or four rescued battery hens.

Whatever happens to the blog, I thank all of you for commenting, listening, putting up with me and  following over these past few years. A benedictus to you all :)

If you don't find me here, you'll find me HERE.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Friday, 26 April 2013

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Goodnight Sweeetheart

Happy St George's Day:

The Harrogate Agenda

Check out Niall Warry, once the 'National Office Manager' for UKIP.  The Harrogate Agenda is nothing more than an outlet for vested interests and those who swing whichever way the wind blows.  I may have dreamed it but I'm sure I saw a vision of Richard North holding sway over a round table of favoured acolytes.

Just like 'Referism', the Harrogate Agenda has been overtaken by egos.  It's clear to me that the only protest party that gets results is feet on the street: missiles hurled, confrontation with the police.  Distasteful as that is, I think we've reached a point where nipping off to the kitchen to make a cup of tea is no longer an option.

Get out of the kitchen, face up to your responsibilities. No-one will come.

Monday, 22 April 2013

Now There's Revolution But They Don't Know What They're Fighting

It's the same old same old and we're no further forward now than they were then.

I Didn't Hear The Question

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

A fraction of the government's conjured-up £130bn to promote house-buying would be better invested in an open and above-board voluntary repatriation scheme overseen by the Home Office together with support for a private company to track down and deport illegals, no questions asked, no HRA invoked. Our problem is not a shortage of housing, primary school places, hospitals: it's a surplus of immigrants.

When a government considers a crazy policy equivalent to carbon off-set to property developers who will be allowed to build anywhere in England in return for some supposed quid pro quo, you know we have problems. When a government seems intent on implementing the Communications Data Bill, despite overwhelming opposition from civil liberties organisations and ordinary people, you know we have problems. Government can't fix these problems because they caused them.

Since all these policies would be the same no matter whether we had a coalition/conservative/labour government and I see similar policies being carried out in other western countries, I can only assume that the requirement to implement such nutjob policies comes from 'higher up'.

Our economy, and our society, has been comprehensively trashed and I'm not a happy bunny. I'm especially not happy when I see that I have only two options open to me to voice my dissent: riot or vote UKIP. We are too fragmented for the first option and UKIP can only address some of the issues, even supposing they sweep the board at the local council elections.

The damage done to the country in the meantime will only be compounded and the damage already inflicted will be consolidated. I don't recognise the place anymore. I used to think it would be better to be a stranger in a strange land than a stranger in my own but I've spent my time abroad and now that I'm home, I'm not going anywhere. It grieves me so see how England has been brought so low and that the majority continue to vote for these devious toads of governments.

PS I forgot a third option: writing a comment in the Daily Telegraph. Meh!

Intimations of Immortality

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight to me did seem apparelled in celestial light: the glory and the freshness of a dream.

It is not now as it hath been of yore; turn wheresoe'er I may, by night or day, the things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The rainbow comes and goes, and lovely is the rose; the moon doth with delight look round her when the heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night are beautiful and fair; the sunshine is a glorious birth,
But yet I know, where'er I go, that there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song and while the young lambs bound as to the tabor's sound, to me alone there came a thought of grief:

Though nothing will bring back the glory of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
[In years that bring the philosophic mind]

The last sentence was omitted from Thatcher's funeral service.

Thursday, 18 April 2013

Moving On

When I listen to a London call-in radio station that used to include black-cab drivers complaining about traffic or housewives complaining to the government about local schools; when it's now home to people with foreign accents complaining about schools, benefits, housing; when I hear Clegg perpetuate the myth of Thatcher's so-called 'society' quote - the one that's always truncated & never considered in its full meaning; when I hear Cameron tell another half-truth; when I see the media reporting it all as truth, I know something has changed.  There has been, like it or not, a seismic shift in the media, our government and our country.

Notwithstanding that Leveson, the media and government cosied-up a long time ago what we have now is a nation of uninformed foreign nationals, foreigners who have been gifted British citizenship and  a rising sector of uneducated State School children and their parents.

Some people say that Thatcher defeated 'the Left' and the Unions but she didn't: they just went underground and spread into our public institutions.

Cameron hasn't yet come to grips with the fake charity groups - those that proclaim charitable status yet take funding from the government, ie money paid in taxation in order to bombard us, via the msm, with their reports. He also welcomes Agenda21, Rio sustainability.

I can't bear reading the news any more but one thing is sure: it can't last.  One day we will either succumb to slavery or we will fight back. I've joked too often about hips, mattresses and barricades but I'm not joking when I say that I believe John Major was the first EU technocrat, a long time before Monti, Draghi et al.

Something in me tells me we have always had a leading role so: should we be patient, sit back and hope the Cameron/Clegg coalition brings it it all crashing down?  Clegg & Cameron are borne and bred eurocentrists and their government introduce policies, later retracted because they don't conform to EU directives - they u-turn and apologise to us but, ultimately, just don't seem to know what they're up against.  Maybe they do? Maybe they should tell us?

The only things they seem capable of approving is to ban fast-food outlets within meters of a school or set up drug-dens in town centrtes, despite the fact that drugs are illegal.  These propositions have come from Local Government, not Central; it's all to do with Regionalisation and giving greater autonomy to local authorities courtesy of the EU and the UN.

I salute those who continue to send out the warning but beyond advising to buy a wind-up radio, a wind-up torch, a stove that runs on zip fire-lighters and a few sachets of SAS survival foodstuffs I can't add to what I've already blogged.

Our system of governance and judiciary, once copied throughout the world, is now unfit for purpose.  It's fake government and it's fake justice.  We shouldn't let ourselves be labelled: not by government not by Unions, not by lobby groups, not by anyone.

Once upon I time I'd just spend hours reading international news and collating headlines with comments for the blog and I expected people would make up their own minds. Now my eyesight is so poor that I can barely type or see more than a foot in front of my face and what I do read makes me hyper-crazy with grief and anger at what we have become.

I know it seems stupid to say but our fields aren't in Belgium, our fields are in England and the fighting ground is in our own districts, our own Local Authorities.  We've been infiltrated and we must fight back so laugh and mock all you like: there is an element in the English psyche that will fight to the death to defend England, its history and what it means to us.

I think England is losing the battle at the moment - it's almost too late to fight back via the ballot box.  From the outset tptb have known that it will come down to a fight between those who know the truth and those who still believe in the integrity of the State.

I've written a lot of truth tonight without the usual link back-up and there are grains of nonsense but it will come down to a fight between, not Left/Right, but government/people.  Think of that next time you vote.

Cameron apparently said: We're all Thatcherite now.  If he truly said it then I can't think of a better reason to vote UKIP with all its faults because we have nothing left to lose.

Went The Day Well

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Just Because

No-one will come, neither Sam Cooke nor the LibLabCon.

Saturday, 13 April 2013

Demob Happy

My music, my books; I can't tell you what it means to me to be moving in two weeks' time.  After two years in a mental prison the likes of Chris Huhne will never know, I'll get my Sam Cooke, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Cecilia Bartoli, the Vienna Philharmonic - all my books, all my music - everything will be returned to me.

Friday, 12 April 2013

A Pre-emptive Hands Up: I Apologise

I just get so tired of being told what to think, say and do; how to act, what to eat, what's acceptable to the collective and what isn't.  I'm tired of the historical revisionism to accommodate the sensibilities of incomers, the influx of visitors and immigrants to this country who know nothing of our manners, customs or language.

We British used to be tolerant and accepting - we praised eccentricity and difference - and we had the greatest gift of all: that of being able to laugh at ourselves.

It's all gone now. Common Purpose, together with the Fabians, is the Left's nigger in the woodpile* and they've made us a nation of petty, small-minded, envious, critical whingers who think that commenting in an online newspaper is enough to bring down a government.  These softies don't know they're born; somehow we must show the government that we won't be easily down-trodden or beaten.

*If it's good enough for a Peer, it's good enough for me.

Just for the record, this was a phrase in fairly common usage when I was young but in Yorkshire it translated to 'nigger in the coal-hole'. It means something that can't be seen directly and will surprise us.  Personally, I think 'niggers' everywhere should celebrate: they've given us the perfect phrase to describe our democracy and Cameron's relationship with the EU.  It's time to let go of the old, fostered interests with chips on both shoulders.

Language is important; don't let lobby groups and fake charities with a vested interest take it away from us and dictate government policy.  What the Unions were to the 70s, the lobbyists and charities are to this decade.  These taxpayer-funded groups make victims of us all.

An inquiry into the organisation known as Common Purpose - e-petitions

An inquiry into the organisation known as Common Purpose - e-petitions

Yes, I know  it's yet another petition that will go nowhere but, what the heck, sign it anyway while the threshold for consideration for debate in the HoC is still 100,000.  Just like the EC, our government has realised that people feel strongly about certain issues and that these e-petitions can reach 100,000 very easily.  That's why they want to raise the lower limit.  Sign it now, while it still only takes 100,000.

For more reading go to:  Stop Common Purpose

Monday, 8 April 2013

Margaret Thatcher 1925-2013 RIP

Very saddened to learn of the passing of this courageous woman who brought the country back from the brink of catastrophic decline in 1979.  A true Briton.

Daily Telegraph

Sunday, 7 April 2013


I've been blogging infrequently of late and when l I get down to Torquay at the end of the month technology will be out of my control: there's an intermittent internet connection and no mobile phone connection because of the hills and the cliffs

We'll meet again.

Serious Sunday

Londoners take precautionary measures as the Thames Barrier fails:

Transport for London refutes claims that overcrowding is a problem:

Cameron's Big Society message takes off in Tower Hamlets:

A food processing factory in Somerset takes delivery of organic beef fillet steak:

The Great London Fun Run: Just shout, "Allah is a tosser" and off we go.

The BNP Fun Run: A muslim has died whilst training to be a skydiver. The BNP's School of Diving said they had no idea why his snorkel and flippers failed to open.

It's an unfair world: When a man talks dirty to a woman its considered sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man it's £3.50 a minute (charges may vary).

If you truly want to be grown-up-serious then read THIS. It's being reported that the Portuguese government could fall after the Constitutional Court ruled austerity measures 'unlawful'.

I wonder if the Portuguese Constitutional Court has the same remit as our Supreme Court.  A great deal of constitutional change and damage to our country took place under  the Blair and Brown governments - we must never forget and never forgive.

I'll be glad to leave London behind (I was born in Yorkshire so it holds nothing for me apart from my children, whom I'll miss very much but the devil is driving).  London is nothing to the rest of England now; it's completely separate and anomalous - a state within a state.  London has openly reverted to its original status: own laws, own police force, own chosen people.  It doesn't deserve to be the Capital of England and, despite the meme going around that we deserve the government we get, we don't.  Really we don't.

All we did was trust.  It's easy to laugh and deride voters now but we didn't walk in their times and it's unfair to judge them by today's mores and standards.  They'd been through two world-wide wars in under forty years and the death toll was terrible: households throughout the country were without husbands and sons.  The wars had a devastating effect on the socio-political context of our country.

In some ways, what makes it worse is people's increasing ignorance of history.  I heard a chap on the radio last week complaining about the First World War.  He said it should never have been called the Great War because no wars are 'great'.  He didn't know the historical context of 'the war to end all wars' or why it was called the 'Great War' because he is a stranger to these lands, despite having a British passport.

It's time we recovered.  And we would have, had it not been for the piss-poor education of our children at the hands of the State and the widening of benefits under Thatcher when the unemployed were side-lined on the sick-list to benefit official statistics.  Governments since then have only changed departmental names and enlisted more think-tanks and lobby groups to source OUR opinion at our expense.

Smoke, mirrors, mirrors, smoke is all our politicians and media have ever given us.  That and a boatload of foreigners.

Apart from that, all's well: heating off, windows open and London awaits a long, hot Summer.

Monday, 1 April 2013

The Off-Switch

I'm posting this because it's Easter Monday and I've heard nothing all day except angry people. They're angry on the radio, angry in the press, angry on twitter. Everyone is so angry my brain is beginning to jangle.

If you're angry, do something about it: stop believing everything you're told - find out for yourself; stop whingeing; stop writing Dear Sir letters; stop commenting in the online press; stop, dare I say it, blogging unless you have fresh information to impart. These are just diversions and there comes a time when, if you really stand against what you rant about, you'll have to buy a yardstick to measure the width of your mattress and the height of your barricade.

This evening I'm reaching for the off switch - hope you like it too:

Friday, 29 March 2013

Good Friday

Despite the infiltration of third way communitarianism, despite the nwo and Agenda 21, despite our own 'elected' governments, here is a glimmer of Easter:

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Flashback to 1963

Do you remember those days when the Left sold us their Third Way, Communitarian politics?

I loved that song and taunted my parents with it. How ashamed am I now? As the centre-ground shifts I find I'm way out of kilter and so disorientated that I rebound between the Nasty-Nasty Party and the Nasty Party:

Whatever happens, this sentiment will hold true despite the fact that HRH the Duke of Edinburgh and Her Majesty didn't know the words:

We're living in bad times.

Sunday, 24 March 2013

They Think It's All Over...

... but there's still some way to go.  It is now.

President Assad shot by a bodyguard.  Apparently he's been hospitalised...

And as I type, it's all been updated.  Assad has gone from serious but okay to serious and dead in a matter of moments.

What now for the 'Jasmine Revolution'?


As you were: It's true, it isn't true...   oh, yes it is, oh, no it isn't.....  I don't know why I bother.  I might as well go out, buy a onesie, stock up on chocolates and ready-made microwave meals from Tesco (other supermarkets are available), slam up the central heating and the volume on the tv and just ignore every knock on my door.

Still, it made for an exciting five minutes, especially since it happened at exactly the same time reports were coming in that President Anastasiades of Cyprus has threatened to resign in the face of Troika intractability.

Thursday, 21 March 2013

Once Upon A Time

We all know these two poems from our childhood state education:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Invictus, WE Henley, 1849 - 1903

There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote --
'Play up! play up! and play the game!'
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
'Play up! play up! and play the game!'
This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the School is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
'Play up! play up! and play the game!

Vita Lambada (They pass on the torch of life) Newbolt, 1862 - 1938

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Here We Go


 via Guido


Video: Osborne Budget 2013

In case you missed it and you're a glutton for punishment:

Rolling updates and analysis

EC Press Release: Carry On Regardless

The next steps towards a deep and genuine Economic and Monetary Union

More verbiage from the self-styled 'elite' of the European Commission.
Barroso: "... they underpin the strength of the common currency and will help drive forward Europe's competitiveness, growth and job creation." 
 The harmonisation of tax structures across Member States remains a key aim.

Tuesday, 19 March 2013

All Bets Are Off

 Could this be the game-changer we've all been waiting for?

Cyprus turns to Russia

Despite a warning from Merkel, the Cypriot Finance Minister has flown to Moscow tonight to try and hammer out a deal to extend existing loans and for further financial aid.
 "The chancellor once again emphasised that the negotiations are to be conducted only with the troika (the European Union, European Central Bank and the International Monetary Fund)," said [Merkel's] spokesman.
"Cyprus belongs to its people," [the people] chanted as the result of the vote – widely forecast – was announced.
"We told the Germans where to go," said Costas Georgiou, 35, a food and drinks manager. "This was for everybody – not just us. We support the Russians, but we also did it for Spain, for Italy, for the Portuguese, for whoever they come after next for money. We have saved them.  We are only a small island, we are 0.2% of Europe. We needed 10 billion euros. Imagine what they would do to Italy who need hundreds of billions."

I really, really hope that Cameron and Osborne have a watertight contingency plan in hand for Britain and that they're not the idiots they appear to be.  If our economy nose-dives even further then it will take more than an announcement tomorrow of £2.5bn cuts and free dosh for working mothers to save us.

And this just in via Newsnight/twitter:
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  Bluff? Double-bluff? Who cares? Interesting times ahead.

Monday, 18 March 2013

What A Day This Has Been, What A Rare...

...mood the people are in.  This cartoon comes from El Jueves, an online Spanish magazine:

How delighted the people will be when they discover that the Eurogroup 'will allow' Cyprus to 'tweak' the terms of the theft from depositors.

It will have to be one helluva 'tweak' to calm things down.

Just don't get me started on the HoC debate about regulating our press.  The majority of MPs who spoke praised Leveson; that tells you all you need to know about the direction we're heading in.

Brussels attacks Cameron

The Rape Of Cyprus By The European Union & The IMF - ZeroHedge

The Rape Of Cyprus By The European Union & The IMF
"...the European Union and the European Central Bank and the IMF has not just allowed violation of the deposit insurance but demanded it. One thing is certain here; if they can void deposit insurance in Cyprus then they can void it in any country in Europe. Further; if they can void deposit insurance then they can void bond covenants with the scratch of a pen on paper. Nothing now; Nothing is safe! Pay attention please. The European Union and the European Central Bank and the IMF have just advocated the confiscation of private property for their own indulgence."
Meanwhile, George Osborne has announced that Britain will not be bailing out Cyprus through official EU channels yet in the next breath is assuring Armed Forces and Civil Servant bank account holders that their losses will be covered by the British government. That sounds like a subtle form of back-door bail-out to me.

The DT is running a LIVE BLOG.  Keep an eye out for movements in Spain or Italy.

Sunday, 17 March 2013

Don't Sail By

Here's a cause worth supporting: Sheerness Lifeboats. We really should try and muster the effort to fight back against government cuts in this area.

Oh, hear us when we cry to thee, for those at peril on the sea:

Saturday, 16 March 2013

BBW Catches Up

I have great respect for Big Brother Watch as an organisation and it was one of my first 'Essential Links'. It is, however, increasingly slow off the mark. They released this video about 'smart meters' only last month:

via Big Brother Watch

Bloggers have been warning about the capability and implication of smart meters for years so I'm beginning to wonder whether BBW has been turned. It's popular, libertarian bloggers love it and it seems to provide a good service yet it hasn't made much noise about Smart Meters until now. I've often said that by the time it makes the news, it's already happened and smart meters are no exception.

I know I bang on about Agenda 21 and the UN nwo but it's happening in America too: Obama * has been pushing through the same proposals since 2009.

Surely we have to ask ourselves where the heck these initiatives are coming from? They don't come from the muppets we elected in 1997 or 2010.

British Gas: it's for your benefit.

Providing we can be half-arsed to answer back our response should be: 'No, really, it isn't'.

We need to get a grip of politics and our Constitution but I think the majority of people don't have the time, can't be bothered or have a vested interested and are scamming a free ride in England today (no names, no pack drill Tim Yeo, 'Lord' Deben, the disabled who aren't, the illegals, the shanty town landlords et al). I don't yet see an answer beyond the cleansing of the guillotine and deportation; if I did I'd put myself up for election as an Independent Councillor or MP.  Unfortunately, I don't have the lingo of Common Purpose so the Selection Committee would suss me out in a heartbeat.

I see that following the Eric Joyce business, Cameron has come out and spoken again in favour of the recall of MPs.  I'll believe it when I see the Act; he really is a fatuous twit.  His latest soundbite from Conference is, "Aspiration for the Nation". Here's one definition of the aspiration the nation is feeling right now:

Sunday, 10 March 2013

Sunday Reflection

How ironic it is that the most emotional rendition of this song should have been written by an Englishman. It's even more ironic when I tell you that I chose it before I saw the blog linked to in the previous post so, for that reason and because I believe in serendipity, here is this week's Sunday Reflection, better late than never:


HMG Official Statement – Britain Is England | An Sionnach Fionn

HMG Official Statement – Britain Is England | An Sionnach Fionn

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Believe me, if this is true then we English view it with as much distaste as you Scots.

Friday, 8 March 2013

Falling Between Two Stools

I apologise that the blog isn't what it was.  Illness, recovery and, now, moving home have taken their toll on quality as I've gone for the short, sharp shock just to keep the blog going rather than the researched in-depth opinion and links of earlier years.  Perhaps it would have been better to bow out gracefully but there's something about today's politics that I despise so much and I kept it going as an outlet for my own frustrations: very selfish of me, I know.

I need your advice. When I move in April, after the builders have 'cured' the damp and mould (the house is built into rocks - there can be no damp proof course) my energies will be taken up with creating a home, garden and micro-bubble anyone would feel at home with, but especially for me and Suki, my last remaining kitteh :)

Here's a floorplan:  [Click to enlarge]

The kitchen needs sorting; front and back 'gardens' are completely paved; only one bathroom; immersion heater in dining room cupboard; gas meter in understairs cpd; oh, and there's subsidence as well because of the huge cliff behind. This is truly an organic, free-flowing house :)

Things to know:

I cook;
Grow own fruit and veg - raised beds to front sorted;
Make own bread, jam, preserves;
Encourage wildlife;
A greenhouse, a garden shed, a pond;
B&B to make ends meet?
Any other suggestions.

The neighbours seem pleasant. I was taken aback to have three 'Good Mornings' in the space of half an hour as the removal men unloaded the fripperies of my life. One chap quizzed the men when he saw their company logo: 'Good grief, are they Spanish?' He apparently breathed a sign of relief when they told him that I came from London. I laughed: that's one neighbour in a bubble who doesn't visit London frequently. It's also not strictly true: a Yorkshire Lass is always a Yorkshire Lass.

Once the mould is cured, I can't wait to go: my home, my music, my books, me and Suki sprawling out in a garden again with veg growing in the raised beds, birds twittering and hens thriving.

I'm going to British Hen Welfare Trust for my hens. If they give eggs, all well and good but if not, at least they'll have had some love and comfort in their final years.

PS: Another a question is: should I morph this blog into one about raised beds, plumbing and rising damp with hints and tips on keeping chickens and making jam,  or should I start another one to deal solely with those issues and keep this one going?

Thursday, 7 March 2013

Making Me Cry

In a 1944 essay titled 'The English People', George Orwell wrote with affection of the ‘gentle-mannered, undemonstrative, law-abiding English’.
The way we have given up our country so easily.

Wordsworth asked. 'Whither has it gone, the glory and the dream?'

UPDATE: I watched 'This Happy Breed' this afternoon. It's a captivating film from David Lean and Noel Coward and I recommend it to anyone who hasn't had the chance to see it yet. Buy it on dvd or pirateproxy.net.

Hey America! How's It Going?

According to this video, everything is going according to plan:

Drone strikes authorised to kill Americans on American soil
Long Island man faces jail 'for laughing too loudly'

You're not the only country being stitched up like kippers. As our own politicians like to tell us: "We're all in it together."

Sunday, 3 March 2013

There, There - Have a Sugar Lump

I wonder how long our politicians think they can continue to treat us like fools and dribbling idiots to be pitied, indulged and chivied against our will.

I'm heartily sick and tired of hearing the 'great and good' intone that they know what's best for us so they're going to raise taxation to spend on projects which will, they think, make us change our beastly, uncivilised ways.  I'm pretty sure that well over half of our 649 MPs and all of our current government think we're nose-dripping, sleeve-wiping, forelock-tugging work units.

I'm reasonably happy at the moment to let them continue with their fantasy; after all, we need to see the whites of their eyes and have something in the barrel before they twig that they under-estimated us.

Let them think us fat, doltish and lazy; let them think that we're too stupid to have read the EU treaties that they signed without our permission; let them think we're only interested in tv, Cheryl Kardashian or getting legless and knickerless on a Saturday night; let them think we're gutless; let them deride us, ignore us, pat us on the head.

They haven't read their social history of the English people, for which I'm grateful.

Once again, two quotations ring in my ears:
"If you will not fight for the right when you can easily win without bloodshed; if you will not fight when your victory will be sure and not too costly; you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all the odds against you and only a small chance of survival. There may even be a worse case: you may have to fight when there is no hope of victory, because it is better to perish than to live as slaves."
Churchill, The Gathering Storm, p348.March 31, 1939. Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain had informed the House of Commons that Britain would support Poland against any action threatening its independence. This marked the end of appeasement to Germany. Churchill thought the decision should have been made sooner when it would have been easier to stop Germany.
"If there must be trouble, let it be in my day that my child may have peace."
Thomas Paine, Englishman, 1727-1809. His writings played an integral and inspirational part in the 1776 American Revolution.

What brought this on? Nothing really, just Hague saying a vote for UKIP was indulgent.

My advice is what it has always has been: question and evaluate everything those in 'authority' tell you.  From time to time you may think it's reasonable to comply but, on the whole, I'm guessing that you're better off if you Just Say No.

These people did: Just Say No

And oh, so much more.  Believe me, I could witter on for hours about politics in company and I can drain a party atmosphere 'just like that'.  Ultimately, I don't know who are the greater fools: us for letting them get away with it for so long or them for assuming that a vote to represent us in Parliament gives them carte blanche to control our lives.

Bad food
Good food
Statutory fines
Indirect taxation
Food banks
The EU
The UN
Agenda 21

The biggy that's never addressed is the right to determine our own laws as a Sovereign Country.  That's the one.  Not many people seem to realise that, since Maastricht, the Monarch of this country is a citizen of the European Union and I think that's desperately sad.

The bottom line is that the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland has been brought low in order to 'harmonise' with other countries in the name of equality and integration.

I see that some bloggers are proposing a new agenda for democracy in Britain but I worry about the incestuous nature of the posts and I worry that one is deemed the natural leader and others the acolytes.We need a true grassroots revolt, by the people, for the people.

I see the whites of the eyes of the EU but I'm not seeing any British opposition. Read, recognise the truth, teach your children and don't leave their education in the hands of the state. Demand better - you pay for it through taxation. Call the State out on it and don't let them hive off your taxes in order to support ideologies that you don't agree with.

England is the country most threatened yet it's the country that is never acknowledged by any politician; it has no Parliament; they say we never existed or that we're just mongrels yet the truth is that when England falls, all is lost.  England is their historical enemy and their target.

With thanks to the The BS Historian for the pic.

Friday, 22 February 2013

Bearing In Mind...

...that I'm stuffed to the gills with removal men quotes, sorting out banks, the vet, the GP, the hairdresser, the monkey, the organ grinder and am up to my ears in boxes and bubble wrap yet again, I thought I'd post this. And... breathe:

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

This Is Ethnic Cleansing

With permission, I re-print a comment:
"What I do find laughable is the immigrants they speak to who say they don't want anymore immigrants. Oh the irony and the hypocrisy. Notice they never found a 'cockney' to say it? RT is still a controlled media source, regardless of what people may think. The UK is irreversibly fucked.
You will not be able to stop the complete demolition of (what's left) of the indigenous cultures of the Scots, English, Irish and Welsh. In fact there are no Scots, English, Irish and Welsh anymore, for they no longer practice their indigenous cultures. They are globalists.
In fact we are all globalists, many ignorantly and wilfully. "The only way that the UK could ever be saved would be creating a fourth Reich. It would mean doing what Hitler did. He saw the dangers of immigration and the destruction wrought upon Germany by the Jews and thus created a powerful state to enforce German indigenous culture and remove those who posed a direct threat to German society. Can you really see the UK doing the same, even though not doing it will mean the inevitable destruction of whites in the UK?
This is what makes me laugh. Speak to any white human being and they will of course disagree in the genocide of blacks or asians and colonisation of their lands by non blacks and/or asians. However, they will happily allow the genocide of their own people by blacks and asian migration and attack anyone as a 'racist' who opposes them.
Therefore GV, this is why I have no interest anymore in saving the UK, because in a nutshell, the lemming-globalist-previous-indigenous-Brits are simply not worth saving. I will always be me and live by the culture of my people, wherever I am. That can never be taken away from me. If it means living as a recluse, a hermit in the wilds then so be it, but this is my life, I own it and no one will ever control it but I."
This comment might sound provocative to some but I agree, wholeheartedly, with it: we're going down-river on a one-way stream. Variations are seen every day in the comments section of every online newspaper, from the Guardian to the Telegraph. The msm continue to be reporters of press releases. We neither want them nor need them: what we need are investigative reporters with the guts to print the facts rather than kowtow to government. When that day happens, I'll know I live in a free society.

I can't recall any British Government that has had the interest of the Nation at heart (viz education): only we can force change.

If nothing else, bear this in mind:

I will always be me and live by the culture of my people, wherever I am. That can never be taken away from me. If it means living as a recluse, a hermit in the wilds then so be it, but this is my life, I own it and no one will ever control it but I."

My thanks to Harbinger for allowing me to re-print his comment.
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