Sunday, 31 October 2010

the Vision


Ok, I'm very very busy at the moment, some will have noticed the output of the blog has declined and the short sharp punch of Twitter is proving to be a better medium to get my point across

The reason I'm busy?

1. I have HUGE amounts of work. I won't reveal my occupation but I earn my crust abroad whilst resident here. I currently have an order book of over £20 million which I have no hope in realising but that is not turnover, that is profit. I need to concentrate. I HATE wasted opportunities

2. I have plans. I have reached the ripe age where money actually doesn't matter anymore. I have most of what I ever wanted, six happy healthy children and a loving wife, some properties, a job I enjoy. What I do not have, thanks to law and politicians is the freedom to enjoy it

So I have built myself a five year plan (in glorious Soviet style). It requires me to go "off grid" and rely on myself instead of others. It requires me to become invisible to an ever more intrusive state and ever more manipulative corporations. It also requires skills.

The dream.

Take three acres of cheap land. Where is entirely up to you and your budget. Bulgaria is stupidly cheap as is Thailand. Surrey is not. There are vast areas of available land to purchase all over the world. Analyse your needs and buy three acres

You are going to grow food there. It will be demanding work but satisfying. You will need to concentrate on planting a little of each at regular intervals to ensure regular harvests to feed yourself. An allotment style plot will not be enough, hence the 3 acres. Put 1 acre aside and buy a polytunnel (dependent on location)

If, like me, you are a meat eater, then you will need to keep livestock. 2 lambs, bought for £10 in February will fill your freezer in November. As will two piglets, a dozen chickens, 5 turkeys, 4 ducks and a couple of geese. All of which (except the piglets) can be bought as fertilised eggs from Ebay. All you have to do is hatch them and possess the bollocks to kill them when ready.

I also adore seafood, so my little plot has beach access. A rope simply dropped into the water and secured is a perfect haven for thousands of mussels. No feeding required. Likewise, a simple old bedframe will provide the perfect nest for hundreds of oysters each year (I eat a lot of oysters, hence the six kids). A 12 foot dinghy and 4hp outboard required. A hot smoker and a cold smoker, both made easily out of junk in half a day will see a freezer filled with mackerel, eel, crab, lobster, squid.

You will need power. If you have a stream, you can buy a hydro generator on Ebay, likewise, you can buy cheap wind turbines on Ebay (mine produce £14K a year in taxpayer funded subsidies, thanks to the idiot promises of politicians and idiot taxpayers who fund them). You need power for the freezers you will store your harvests in.

You will brew your own beer. Reckon on 20p a pint, ready in 14 days. You can also distil your own spirits if you wish. Most of the hedgerow will provide the basis of any number of firewaters

You'll need a house. I suggest a HUGE log house from Latvia, delivered and built for a mere £60K. Oh, and you'll need a Rayburn stove. Again, Ebay is your friend. £100 second hand. Geothermal pumps cost nothing and simply take warmish air from underground, heat it a little bit and shove it through your house. In summer, they do the exact opposite.

Your car will run on chip fat. 18p a litre, no tax payable. Look for old diesels on Ebay, look for Chinese takeaways so you can takeaway their old chip fat. Old Diesels are available for a couple of hundred quid on Ebay. When they break, either fix them yourself or throw them away

So food, energy, warmth dealt with. Add a shotgun licence and security is yours for peanuts

Remind me again why we need Government? Remind me again why you stand on the platform 5 days a week simply to earn the money to pay taxes to support the great machine of the State? Remind me again how important a new BMW or an iPod is?

Of course, this will not suit everyone, but it suits me. I have the skills, no qualms about hard work and an overwhelming urge for responsibility for my own life. I have also done my research (you will need to) and WANT freedom. Freedom from taxes, violence, threats, consumerism, socialism, crime, social engineering, politics, stupid laws and pointless intrusions into the one life I get. In five short years, I am gone. Invisible to all but those I chose.

Or of course you can choose golf, the gym, a glittering career, a BMW X5, a four bed executive house in Swindon and a bungalow to retire to.

Peaceful Simple Anarchy for less than the price of a bedsit. No wonder governments fear it.

Starve the beast



This is how we win. This is how we force the State to turn cold turkey. The State only has the money it takes from us by force, it has no money of its own. The State is the heroin addicted relative. It steals, it begs, it borrows. The only concern of the State is the next fix. It will do ANYTHING for money. It will imprison you, murder, torture, invade, corrupt, lobby, subvert, bribe and blackmail to obtain cash. Without cash, there is no State.

Starve the beast. Deny it your tax. Do it quietly, subtlety and anonymously. Cut off the funds that feed its addiction, block its access to what it craves and like any Glaswegian smack addict, it will thrash, spit and scream

Do it. The State is OUR spoilt child. Its time to remind it that we are in charge and we are its parents. It needs an almighty smack of a different kind

Thursday, 28 October 2010

The Ant and the Grasshopper




Well, that didn't take long did it?

The British Parliament capitulates to demands for more money to support the unelected and unaccountable EU monster. Money will now be taken by force from YOUR pocket, moeny you earned to pay for the failure of the Greeks to live within their means, the failure of politicians to tell the truth, the failure of citizens across the EU to throw off the shackles of the "Big State", the failure of our elected representatives to do OUR bidding instead of their own, the failure of US, the people to stand up to demands from the un audited mafia in Brussels to simply help themselves to our money.

It isn't going to change, it's going to get worse. Feed a wild beast in the hope of taming it and pretty soon, that wild beast will be sleeping in your bed and you'll be sleeping on the sofa.

Cameron, you bastard. You gutless, spineless puppet, you disgust me. It isn't YOUR money, it's ours.

No referendum, no voice, no choice but to capitulate to demands from abroad that our citizens support their broken regimes and line their pockets.

I now understand why so many decide that the State can pay £20K a year rent for them, feed them, clothe them and hand them £15K a year when they "retire" after a lifetime of not working.

We ARE Soviets and Cameron is a mere politburo puppet. Long live the Glorious Revolution. All power to the grassshoppers. Now get back to work, ants.

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Seasonal Advice


a guest post by a postie

That time of year is coming round again. The time that reminds me of The Cleansing of the Temple. Yes, I'm on about Christmas, and since I work for Her Majness's Mail I thought I would pass on a few tips on how to get your cards from your local shop to your family's, friends' and enemies-you-pretend-to-likes' mantlepieces with the minimum of time and damage. Much of this also applies to mailing stuff in general.

First, do be sensible about the size and shape of what you send. If you send an enormous card with a normal first- or second-class stamp your recipient is likely to have to pay the the price difference for a large letter or packet, plus a quid handling charge.

Similar charges apply to odd shapes eg triangles.

In my place collection mail from post boxes is dumped into a hopper at one end of an IMP (Integrated Mail Processor) and stuff like packets and Large Letters are ejected at various points along the way to ordinary letters/cards being sorted by the machine.

For the machine to sort the letters certain criteria must be met eg

1) The colour of the envelope is important. I kid you not. If the machine cannot determine the address its picture is sent along a wire to one of a few centres in the country and a human at the other end reads this and types in the postcode on a keyboard. The machine prints an identifying code and the postcode on the envelope (in the form of bar codes) which is shunted off to one side for re-feeding into the IMP at a later time.

Why is the colour important? Well at my place the bar codes are printed in red ink and if the envelope is red then the machine often cannot tell the difference between the shades. Also, dark coloured envelopes can cause problems, probably due to lack of contrast.

Stuff that can't be sorted by machine for any reason is sent for manual sorting.

2) If you use a printer eg for address labels, FFS don't use fancy fonts. The machines can't read them.

3) Handwriting. I know mine is shite but I now know enough to be very careful about writing out the postcode. LA (Lancaster) postcodes can be read as CA (Carlisle) and vice versa. There are plenty of other examples I could go into but I can't be arsed and if you bloody well do as you're told the problem shouldn't arise again anyway.

4) If you've written Dave and Sue's names on the envelope but can't find their address FFS keep it separate from the other envelopes. Otherwise it'll get dropped into the post box along with the stuff that *is* addressed. At the end of each shift at Christmas every manual sorter's worktop has a small mountain of stuff with names only on it. Dave and Sue won't get their card and will hate you until the end of eternity and will burn your effigy alongside the yule log every year.

5)Please be aware that "High Street" as the last line of an address is not very helpful. You might mean the High Street in your charming little hamlet but the stuff from the post box there gets dumped into the hopper mentioned above along with letters from post boxes covering a hundred square miles. There will be plenty of other "High Streets" in that area. And lots more in the rest of the country.

This is why post codes are important. A post code covers 60 to 100 addresses (depending on who you ask) and a house or flat number followed by the post code is really all we need to get the letter to the right address.

6) Redirections/Moved Away/Deceased/Return to Sender etc.

If the addressee has moved and you write or stick the new address on the envelope and put it in a post box, it will be redirected free of charge. It's all part of the service.

If you want to return a letter unopened write "Return to Sender" or "RTS" on it and put it in a post box. It will be returned free of charge. It's all part of the service.

If you start writing messages to the sender on the envelope don't be surprised if we send it back to you with a note saying there is not enough postage. Stick your own stamp on it. If you want to have intercourse with somebody you're going to have to pay for it. It's what it's what postal services are about, after all.

Royal Mail has an official redirections service. You have to pay for it, of course. At your "old" delivery office a note is put in the pigeon hole for your old address. Anything arriving for you is marked as first class and put back into the system. This saves the letters going to your old address and the new people there only dealing with it when they can be bothered. Or opening them for purposes of blackmail.

One Christmas I got a card delivered to my address but with someone else's name on it. I wrote "Not at this address" on it and posted it. A few days later it came back. I wrote "Still not at this address" on it and posted it again. A few more days later it arrived a third time. I wrote "Still still not at this address" on it. This time it worked. Probably a sociology student in a seasonal job.

NOTE TO POSTIES. When you put the red sticker on an envelope giving the reason for non-delivery please do not, I repeat DO NOT stick it over the return address. Thank you.

Pricks.

7)Widow envelopes.....

Are a pain in the arse. Either the letter is folded so that it is smaller than the envelope so that it slides around to the bottom and the town or postcode can't be seen by the machine and it has to be sent to manual.

OR

It fits well but the address runs off the bottom of the window and is hidden by the paper part of the envelope. Recalibrating printers should sort this out. A certain local authority is particularly staffed by halfwits in this respect. The usual recourse is to pick away at the bottom of the window until one can see the full address. This, however takes time. Fuck what the envelope looks like after that.

8)Letters to Santa.

One colleague once remarked that all letters to Santa should be marked "Deceased. Return to Sender." He was also famous for his hatred of small children. But I digress.

If it's addressed to Santa in Lapland/ North Pole and has the correct postage it will be sent to Finland, where Lapland is located (or some of it, anyway.) I suppose they will get a reply from there. We do have some sort of arrangement. Unless the Laps just burn them to keep warm.

If the letter has only domestic postage and the address is written in Welsh then it goes to Cardiff. I don't know what happens to Welsh language letters addressed to Lapland with the correct postage. Perhaps there are Welsh-speaking reindeer herders.

Other letters to Santa with only domestic postage go to Belfast for reasons which I can't be arsed to find out.

Here are a few URLs which you might find useful.

Last Posting Dates

http://www2.royalmail.com/christmas-last-posting-dates?tid=1554&x=67&y=13

Price Finder

http://sg.royalmail.com/portal/rm/PriceFinder?catId=23500532&gear=pricingcalc&campaignid=pricefinder_redirect

Postcode Finder

http://postcode.royalmail.com/portal/rm/postcodefinder?catId=400145&pageId=pcaf_pc_search&gear=postcode&forcesegment=SG-Personal

Redirections

http://www.royalmail.com/portal/rm/content1?catId=600008&mediaId=50900695

Monday, 25 October 2010

Money for Old Rope


Well, well. Rather than risk rioting state slaves as our Gallic cousins are doing, our coalition has decided to head them off at the pass and hand out £14500 a year to any couple that makes it to retirement after a lifetime of paying eye watering taxes (and before they die, again paying eye watering taxes from the grave)

So we will see the laughable sight of Brenda and Phil Windsor popping down to Victoria post office to pick up their "hard earned" pensions with others who invested wisely, resisted the temptation to go down the pub every night, spend all their wages on scratchcards or visits to Disneyworld with Nanna. Naturally at the front of the queue will be the bloated wastrels who have never worked yet somehow managed not only to survive but acquire possessions your average third world citizen could only dream of.

Work hard while we tax you till your eyes bleed and you can have some money at the end of it all. Your money of course, or that of your grandchildren. Just keep voting for us and paying those taxes.

Don't demand a State pension for a life times hard work, demand to simply keep the money you earned out of the hands of greedy politicians instead.

all together now.. "come Mister Tallyman, tally me Banana, daylight come and me whan' go home"

Sunday, 24 October 2010

Social Cleansing


You're going to be hearing a lot about this in the next few weeks. It appears that those reliant on the taxpayer to house them are going to have the amount capped. Housing benefit, the safety net that stops our streets being full of tramps will no longer allow an asylum seeker to pay £1600 a week to his cousin for renting his 5 bedroom house in Islington. Asylum seeker will have to find somewhere to live that is within his budget, probably not in Westminster or Kensington.

As you can imagine, the socialists are in uproar. None has yet had the courage to call it "ethnic" cleansing, but the intent is there.

So let's spin this around. Why should an ordinary bloke, struggling to pay the mortgage on his two bed house in South Croydon, skint from the season ticket be forced to pay for anyone unemployed to live in an area he himself could never afford? Is that fair?

Why do those who work live in the suburbs? Choice? Of course not. It is the nearest place to their workplace they can afford. All of us would live off the Kings Road or in Covent Garden if someone else was paying the rent. Alas, they are not.

So just as Monaco is a millionaires playground because they can afford (and I can't) there is no longer the need to "socially engineer" the populations of our inner cities. Who frankly without the presence of the sort of scum who choose to turn it into a voilent third world shithole at the taxpayers expense would be places to celebrate and enjoy instead of crime pits to avoid.

On the downside, chances are Operation Trident is coming to YOUR neighbourhood.

Saturday, 23 October 2010

Scream part 2

Ex council workers escaping from TUC diversity outreach coordinators, yesterday

In true Halloween fashion, the frightened hoards of those who decided to place their bets with the State are screaming in terror as they see their empires crumble.

The airwaves are full of those whose "lives will not be worth living" now they no longer have the right to plunder the wealth of those who actually earn their money. The disabled who screamed for handicapped access to public transport, demanded equality, insisted every business in the land installed ramps, huge bogs, lifts, access, workplaces all at no cost to themselves now moan because a politician has dared to suggest they actually make use of the billions forcibly spent on them by actually getting a job, you know the jobs they DEMANDED under equality legislation.

The media is full of the vested interests of those who blatently admit the only reason they are employed by the State was to hit Fabian quotas for blacks, ethnics, LGBT or handicapped people in the workplace, regardless that a poor shelf stacker on £12K a year was forced to finance their position of diversity outreach officer to satisfy the Utopian dreams of Labours one party state.

When they kept you out it was because you were black; when they let you in, it is because you are black. That's progress? -- Marilyn French


Half a million council workers and Public "servants" (sic) are about to find that the world outside of their beloved socialist State is not the cosy garden they expected (that includes you, fat Maureen from the Braintree Council Tax office, with your "I AM the law mentality" to the people who pay your fucking wages). They are also about to find that real opportunity cannot exist within their collective.

Some will thrive. Free from the shackles, they will realise their dreams, whether that be by establishing businesses that actually watch the pennies or living a different dream where they actually contribute more than just a ticked box on some political agenda somewhere.

I wish them well. Slaves, be free. You have nothing to fear but fear itself. Visit Eastern Germany for an example of what you can achieve when you decide you are your master, not the state.

Thursday, 21 October 2010

Order your copy now...

and you all thought blogging on the Old Holborn blog led to nothing....




Congratulations go to Leg Iron on the publishing of his first novel, available next April. Well done.

Welfare vs The Workhouse

Oh, us Libertarians are so cruel. We want to imprison the poor in workhouses, just like the Victorians....

Here's a plan.

I will provide a modern hostel for the homeless/poor. I will pay them minimum wage for 40 hours a week work (£232) and I will house and feed them, for which I will deduct £15 a day (£105), leaving them warm, housed, fed and with £127 in their pockets each week.

It will cost the state not one penny, they are free to leave when they wish.

You can call it a workhouse if you wish. If it makes you feel better. It looks like this



Or....

The taxpayer can house them costing up to £1600 a month, pay them benefits (£60 a week), they feed themselves, heat themselves and do nothing all day. They cannot work because they would lose all of these benefits. They are trapped on the sofa on a fifth of minimum wage for the rest of their entire miserable lives

This is called "the Welfare State" and it looks like this


Front line services best provided by the State my arse.

Austerity hypocrites have no right to attack Osborne




Liberal, left-wing and green-leaning commentators are outraged by George Osborne's spending review, claiming it will lower people's living standards and throw thousands on to the dole queue. Which is a bit rich, considering that many of the liberal intelligentsia have been agitating for austerity for years. Time and again, liberal thinkers have told us that we must learn to live with less "stuff", for the sake of our own sanity and for the good of the people-plagued planet. So don't be fooled by their crocodile tears today - they laid the cultural foundation stones for this age of hardship.

These austerity hypocrites have short memories. This week, the Guardian's George Monbiot wrote an angry piece about the Tory-led cuts agenda, claiming that it will help the rich and hurt the rest.

"When we stagger out of our shelters to assess the damage, we'll discover that we have emerged into a different world, run for their benefit, not ours", he said.

This is the same Monbiot who wrote a piece in 2007 titled 'Bring on the recession'.

"I hope that the recession now being forecast by some economists materialises", he said, because only a recession could give us "the time we need to prevent runaway climate change".

A recession would hurt poor people, he acknowledged - but that was a price worth paying to halt out-of-control economic growth.

Inspired by Monbiot, in 2008 some deep greens kick-started a campaign called Riot 4 Austerity - which says it all. Their reactionary demand, dolled up in radical garb, was for a 90 per cent cut in carbon emissions - a move which would have a far more devastating impact on people's daily lives than any of the slashes Osborne has come up with. In 2008, the Independent's green-tinted columnist Johann Hari called on the government to enforce wartime-style rationing in order to save the planet from almost certain fiery doom. "Just as the government in the Second World War did not ask people to eat less voluntarily, governments today cannot ask us to burn fewer greenhouse gases voluntarily", said Hari. No, it must "force us all" to live more frugally and sensibly.

Yesterday, the Independent headed its coverage of Osborne's big day 'Axe Wednesday' and carried a cartoon of the Chancellor as Edward Scissorhands, cutting all around him. Elsewhere in recent years, Oliver James, the lefty psychologist beloved of the liberal press, has diagnosed Britons as suffering from 'Affluenza'. That is, our desire for "stuff" - nice cars, big houses, fast food - is apparently making us mentally ill and the only solution is to learn to live with less.

In 2008 and 2009 there was unadulterated recession porn in the broadsheet papers, as well-to-do writers said

there would be an upside to the downturn: people would become poorer but happier.

Writing in the Times in 2008, the English-Nigerian poet Ben Okri said recession would help us to develop a "new social consciousness", adding: "Material success has brought us to a strange spiritual and moral bankruptcy". In the Sunday Times, India Knight wrote: "Aah, what a relief the boom has turned to bust". The recession, she argued, had "an especially sparkling silver lining" - that is, it would force us to be thrifty.

The cultural zeitgeist today says that wealth is bad, frugality is good; abundance is destructive, austerity is eco-friendly; wanting stuff warps us, giving things up is pure.

The new age of austerity is built as much on these liberal prejudices, propagated by the well-off, as it is on Osborne's cutting

Courtesy of the First Post

Scratching the surface


Well, it didn't take long for the coalition to realise they have inherited the promised land of other peoples money.

Instead of small State, minimal government, individual responsibility, low tax and freedom, they have decided to trim the nails of the Beast rather than put it back in its kennel where it belongs.

Sure, the slaves are screaming that they may have to work longer in the fields or make do on less rations but ultimately, the beast continues and at best will be reduced to the size it was before New Labour decided to force feed it like corn down the throat of a goose.

Meanwhile across the channel, the more uppity Gallic and Grecian slaves are rioting for a return to the old slavery conditions instead of the new slavery conditions and Massa Sarkhozy refuses to bow to their "demands". Eventually no doubt they will return to the cotton fields on the promise of cut price Gauloise or the right to hunt and eat Wild Boar and all will be well again on the plantation.

This is why I am leaving the system. I intend to be the quiet ex-slave that no one owns and indeed no one even knows exists. My "money" will be in assets that the Slavemaster cannot sell and his promises of more rice in the future for more work now will not affect me in the slightest. My skills and talents do not belong to him to tax as he wishes, they belong to me. The fruits of my efforts will remain mine, not his. My life will be mine, not his.

I'm not doing anything new. Millions of Young men have walked this path before and built strong wealthy societies and nations by simply having the guts to get up and go West.

Time for the Pioneer spirit to return and the limp, bleating, hands held out, victimhood mentality of Socialism to be returned to the pit from whence it crawled a mere 100 years ago.

Slavery is Freedom, War is Peace, Ignorance is Strength - never truer than today. Meanwhile, there's a whole world out there....

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Open thread on Cuts

The Radio Times

Well, what do we think?

Personally, I am delighted that those who choose to fuck about at school, not bother with a real education, break the law and generally sit about on the sofa all day are going to find life VERY hard over the next few years. Higher rents, to be paid by themselves, not me. Higher tuition fees, to be paid by them, not by me. No guarantee of a council house for life (paid for by me), no incapacity benefit for being too fat and lazy to work, no "right to work" for useless State penpushers, no more diversity coordinators and lesbian outreach workers....

Now the best bit.

Become self employed. Register a little company in Switzerland. Bank abroad, use a private doctor for the ordinary appointments, a private dentist for the check ups, don't bother registering to vote, don't bother to pay the TV licence, sort out a private pension (so you retire when you damn well like), save up a few pennies so when the housing market collapses you can snap up a few repossessed one bed flats in Jockland (which will always be used by the ginger Socialists to house their drunks at the cost of the taxpayer) and you'll become pretty much invisible to the hungry beast that is the State. The cuts won't affect you in the slightest.

And listen joyfully to the screams of the undeserving millions as at last they are weaned from the crack cocaine of the welfare state and the Fabian dream collapses in front of your very eyes

Monday, 18 October 2010

This is why...


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George. Make it stop. On Wednesday, make it stop. Unions and State workers. This is why you are marching tomorrow. Because you took OUR money to do this and then borrowed some off our grandchildren so you could retire at 45 to a villa.

You Bastards

Sunday, 17 October 2010

MultiKulti ist vorbei

Ban this evil filth

An announcement that "Multiculturalism" has failed in Germany is no big surprise. Germans are fiercely proud of their heritage and traditions. Their two overwhelming ethics are "work" and "family" and they can justly boast one of the highest standards of living in the world by applying themselves to both

Not for them the teenage single mother on benefits with a halfling bastard offspring. Not for them generations who have never moved off the sofa in the direction of a job. Not for them Halal meat to be served to anyone fed by the State and not for them the concept that their country must be all things to all people.

I know, I lived there for 13 years. the German system broke me in the end and I fled back to a land where "anything that wasn't forbidden was allowed" instead of vice versa (which Labour then duly replicated with a manic zeal not seen since Post War East Germany)

The building of Mosques in the Ruhr, the endless asylum seekers from darkest Africa pouring over the porous borders of the EU for a chance to drive a Mercedes, the demands of Kurds, Afghans, Romanians, Roma or Albanians that Germany be changed into the third world shit hole that they fled from in the hope of milk and honey at the expense of a law abiding, hard working Bavarian has proved too much for the political system to take.

It takes to courage to hang on to what you have when others want to steal it from you. It is why we lock our cars, install burglar alarms, put barbed wire on the back fence and padlock our sheds, something the Germans have never needed to do. Until now.

I suspect the ringing of the alarm bells from a vandalised Germany can be heard all over Europe. Do not roll over and go back to sleep or you too will be facing a non alcoholic Oktoberfest where females and Schweinshaxe are banned in case a "visitor" who intends to stay is offended by you simply being German

Tricked through treats

651 Traitors in Parliament

Not long to go until Halloween now and the hoards of hoodies dragging a younger gang member around estates dressed as a ghost demanding "treats" from innocent homeowners under threat of violence.

Before you start, I thought I'd research a little exactly where this bizarre tradition came from. It wasn't America, it came from the Holy Roman Church.

On October 31st 1517, Martin Luther nailed his 95 demands to the Church door of Wittenberg Castle for a reason. November 1st saw day when Papists would visit your house to demand gold in return for turning a blind eye to whatever sins you had commited. You could literally buy your way out of Hell and into Heaven by waving sufficient coinage at the priest. Protection money for the afterlife, payable right now, to the Holy Roman Church in person.

Many protestants in Europe still celebrate by dressing up as fake Popes or evil nuns and extracting "treats" from their neighbours on promise of not creating hell for them.

So do as I do when the kids come knocking. Give the youngest one a can of lager (no law against it) and wave them on their merry way to your enemies houses where they can puke through the letter boxes to their hearts content, bless 'em.

On a separate note, Guy Fawkes day (or bonfire night) on November 5th was called Traitors Day until Parliament abolished it in 1859. The irony that 650 traitors now sit in the House of Commons is not lost on me. Oh, and effigies of Guy Fawkes being burned on bonfires is relatively new. Until then, it was always an effigy of the Pope that went up in flames on "Traitors Day". No wonder so many Politicians are Catholics. Taking money by menaces on false promises is second nature to them.

Thursday, 14 October 2010

Step back...


Let's have a quick review of all the promises made by the big three parties over the last 100 years shall we?

  • End poverty
  • Education, education, education
  • Free healthcare
  • Peace
  • Security
100 years of Politics and we still have poverty. Politicians like poverty. No, politicians LOVE poverty. If Labour had their way, we would all be turnip farmers working on a collective towards a glorious five year plan, whilst an elite politburo monitored our every move from their millionaires dachas in the cool forests.

We produce the thickest kids in Europe because all must have prizes in this new found equality. Half of our publicly educated mongs must go to "Uni" to study worthless subjects because it enslaves them in debt and keeps them compliant. If you aren't working in the turnip fields, you can pay to study turnip farming before you become a senior turnip farmer and pay the Politburo back the money it cost.

Being alive but ill is costing the Politburo money. Stop smoking, drinking ,eating. We will legislate to ensure you do not become ill. Our police will make sure you stay healthy and productive on the turnip farm and yes, sadly you will now work until you drop. Laughably, we support charities that look after donkeys in retirement yet OUR leaders demand more from us

There can never be peace. Peace is the enemy of the State. Orwell was right. We NEED bombs, adversaries we can blame the failures of our society on. Only politicians can save us from making peace with our enemies by organising us against them. We MUST kill their children or there is no need for the State

Only the State can make you secure. Ignore crime, ignore the prying eyes of "public bodies", the form filling, the regulations, the stamps, the red tape, the endless laws and Statutes handed down. You are safe under the state. Without the State, you would all perish. Read the media, watch Eastenders, you cannot survive without 650 masters.

50 years of work. The State wants 50 years of work out of all of you. It wants all of your money and all of your labour. Resist and you WILL be beaten like the uppity nigger slaves we have yet to become. We're still packed in the holds of the ships on the way to the "promised land". Work the turnip fields, brothers and rejoice at the fine mansions our masters can build using our labour and our money.

Orlando Patterson

Slavery has taken many forms and existed in many historical and geographical societies. One of the most wide-ranging comparative studies of slavery as a social institution was carried out by Orlando Patterson. He suggests that there are only three noticeable universal features common to all known slavery systems:
1. that the master has the right to threaten or punish the slave with violence
2. that all slaves are denied with rights of birth
3. all slaves are deprived of honours

Bales and Robbins

In a more recent contribution, Bales and Robbins consider slavery to be comprised of three key features:
1. that the slave is controlled by another person
2. that the owner appropriates the labour power of the slave
3. that the slave’s activities are controlled by the threat or use of violence
White slavery, forced labour, debt bondage, forced prostitution satisfy all the criteria Bales and Robbins employ.




Time to get our OWN turnip farms. They won't like it ONE bit

Bonfire of the Blogs


We lose yet another blogger in a long list of libertarian daily reads as Anna Raccoon sadly retires and hangs up her broomstick and returns to a life of normality.

Top flight blogging requires tremendous amounts of energy and tremendous amounts of anger. Vast swathes of the day are spent chasing leads, researching truth, monitoring the every utterance of facebook, twitter, the media and other bloggers, all chasing that elusive story that will er...

and that's the point. What are we chasing? The downfall of Government? The arrest of ministers?

Certainly there is plenty of room for opinion blogs and they continue to flourish but the now mandatory target of three posts a day, all unique, all crafted to include wit, venom, facts and intellect, all trying to hit the imaginary deadline of "before someone else does" takes it's toll on us all. And guess what. We do it for free. No adverts, no late night appearances on Sky TV to review the papers, no columns in the media. We earn NOTHING for what is, in effect a full time job.

Labour gave us the ammunition in bucketfulls. It wasn't work, it was shooting fish in a barrel. The coalition just haven't been in power long enough to do the same and only time will tell what opposition we will muster or indeed if it is required.

I too am currently reviewing my commitment to the blogosphere. I have decided on my own little five year plan to enable me to stick two fingers up to government and all governance by others of MY life and unless I wish to reveal my real name and go hell for leather for a career as a political commentator (media whore), the finance required to live my life the way I wish to is not going to come through this little blog. I don't have the face for TV or the voice for radio to make the kind of money I need to build the retirement I want, rather than the one I will be handed, so I will be needing to concentrate hard on what I do best and that isn't blogging or political commentary.

With respect to Anna, we did not always see eye to eye but I suspect that she simply decided she had "done it" well enough to smile politely and withdraw. And two years after she started her little blog, she certainly made the dent on the blogosphere that we all aspire to do. I wish her retirement well. Like so many other things in her totally unconventional life, she has has earned it.

Monday, 11 October 2010

From the Wastelands


As you will know, I detest waste. Wasted opportunities, wasted effort and yes, wasted money.

Sir Phillip Greensteinberg has released his report which shows that all that lobbying by the vested interests that swarm over our corrupt Parliament have been rewarded well. The civil service and the unsackable mandarins who guard and spend our hard earned money (taken by force) have been living the good life to the tune of around £600 MILLION a year.

Bloated contracts, long lunches, flippant signing of purchase orders, little emperors lording over their fiefdoms with our money.

Sir Philip said: "The process is shocking. There's no reporting, there's no accountability."

He told Robert Peston: "You could not be in business if you operated like this. It would be impossible."

Add the huge bills of the millions of "public servants" doing nothing, the millions of wastrels watching Jeremy Kyle at our expense, the pointless wars, the endless announcements, committees, sub committees, steering groups, consultations.

And all to hold you and your children in slavery. All to ensure that the behemoth that IS the State can justify it's enormous and overwhelming existence in each and everyone of our daily lives. Red Ed couldn't resist the opportunity to make himself the most expensive British Politician in history as he committed each and every household in the land to a £700 a year tax on what we breathe out.

Buy gold, buy hard assets. Buy things the State cannot take from you and bury them safely because this beast is out for every single thing you have. Talk of fairness by this Mafia that IS Government makes me puke.

Sunday, 10 October 2010

Top US Physicist Blows The Whistle



"Anyone Seen That Cunt Al Gore?"


Seems that not everyone is convinced over the Global Warming bollocks.

Harold Lewis is Emeritus Professor of Physics at the University of California, Santa Barbara. Here is his letter of resignation to Curtis G. Callan Jr, Princeton University, President of the American Physical Society.

Dear Curt:

When I first joined the American Physical Society sixty-seven years ago it was much smaller, much gentler, and as yet uncorrupted by the money flood (a threat against which Dwight Eisenhower warned a half-century ago). Indeed, the choice of physics as a profession was then a guarantor of a life of poverty and abstinence—it was World War II that changed all that. The prospect of worldly gain drove few physicists.

As recently as thirty-five years ago, when I chaired the first APS study of a contentious social/scientific issue, The Reactor Safety Study, though there were zealots aplenty on the outside there was no hint of inordinate pressure on us as physicists. We were therefore able to produce what I believe was and is an honest appraisal of the situation at that time. We were further enabled by the presence of an oversight committee consisting of Pief Panofsky, Vicki Weisskopf, and Hans Bethe, all towering physicists beyond reproach. I was proud of what we did in a charged atmosphere. In the end the oversight committee, in its report to the APS President, noted the complete independence in which we did the job, and predicted that the report would be attacked from both sides. What greater tribute could there be?

How different it is now. The giants no longer walk the earth, and the money flood has become the raison d’ĂȘtre of much physics research, the vital sustenance of much more, and it provides the support for untold numbers of professional jobs. For reasons that will soon become clear my former pride at being an APS Fellow all these years has been turned into shame, and I am forced, with no pleasure at all, to offer you my resignation from the Society.

It is of course, the global warming scam, with the (literally) trillions of dollars driving it, that has corrupted so many scientists, and has carried APS before it like a rogue wave. It is the greatest and most successful pseudoscientific fraud I have seen in my long life as a physicist. Anyone who has the faintest doubt that this is so should force himself to read the ClimateGate documents, which lay it bare. (Montford’s book organizes the facts very well.) I don’t believe that any real physicist, nay scientist, can read that stuff without revulsion. I would almost make that revulsion a definition of the word scientist.

So what has the APS, as an organization, done in the face of this challenge? It has accepted the corruption as the norm, and gone along with it. For example: About a year ago a few of us sent an e-mail on the subject to a fraction of the membership. APS ignored the issues, but the then President immediately launched a hostile investigation of where we got the e-mail addresses. In its better days, APS used to encourage discussion of important issues, and indeed the Constitution cites that as its principal purpose. No more. Everything that has been done in the last year has been designed to silence debate.

The appallingly tendentious APS statement on Climate Change was apparently written in a hurry by a few people over lunch, and is certainly not representative of the talents of APS members as I have long known them. So a few of us petitioned the Council to reconsider it. One of the outstanding marks of (in)distinction in the Statement was the poison word incontrovertible, which describes few items in physics, certainly not this one. In response APS appointed a secret committee that never met, never troubled to speak to any skeptics, yet endorsed the Statement in its entirety. (They did admit that the tone was a bit strong, but amazingly kept the poison word incontrovertible to describe the evidence, a position supported by no one.) In the end, the Council kept the original statement, word for word, but approved a far longer “explanatory” screed, admitting that there were uncertainties, but brushing them aside to give blanket approval to the original. The original Statement, which still stands as the APS position, also contains what I consider pompous and asinine advice to all world governments, as if the APS were master of the universe. It is not, and I am embarrassed that our leaders seem to think it is. This is not fun and games, these are serious matters involving vast fractions of our national substance, and the reputation of the Society as a scientific society is at stake.

In the interim the ClimateGate scandal broke into the news, and the machinations of the principal alarmists were revealed to the world. It was a fraud on a scale I have never seen, and I lack the words to describe its enormity. Effect on the APS position: none. None at all. This is not science; other forces are at work.

So a few of us tried to bring science into the act (that is, after all, the alleged and historic purpose of APS), and collected the necessary 200+ signatures to bring to the Council a proposal for a Topical Group on Climate Science, thinking that open discussion of the scientific issues, in the best tradition of physics, would be beneficial to all, and also a contribution to the nation. I might note that it was not easy to collect the signatures, since you denied us the use of the APS membership list. We conformed in every way with the requirements of the APS Constitution, and described in great detail what we had in mind—simply to bring the subject into the open.

To our amazement, Constitution be damned, you declined to accept our petition, but instead used your own control of the mailing list to run a poll on the members’ interest in a TG on Climate and the Environment. You did ask the members if they would sign a petition to form a TG on your yet-to-be-defined subject, but provided no petition, and got lots of affirmative responses. (If you had asked about sex you would have gotten more expressions of interest.) There was of course no such petition or proposal, and you have now dropped the Environment part, so the whole matter is moot. (Any lawyer will tell you that you cannot collect signatures on a vague petition, and then fill in whatever you like.) The entire purpose of this exercise was to avoid your constitutional responsibility to take our petition to the Council.

As of now you have formed still another secret and stacked committee to organize your own TG, simply ignoring our lawful petition.

APS management has gamed the problem from the beginning, to suppress serious conversation about the merits of the climate change claims. Do you wonder that I have lost confidence in the organization?

I do feel the need to add one note, and this is conjecture, since it is always risky to discuss other people’s motives. This scheming at APS HQ is so bizarre that there cannot be a simple explanation for it. Some have held that the physicists of today are not as smart as they used to be, but I don’t think that is an issue. I think it is the money, exactly what Eisenhower warned about a half-century ago. There are indeed trillions of dollars involved, to say nothing of the fame and glory (and frequent trips to exotic islands) that go with being a member of the club. Your own Physics Department (of which you are chairman) would lose millions a year if the global warming bubble burst. When Penn State absolved Mike Mann of wrongdoing, and the University of East Anglia did the same for Phil Jones, they cannot have been unaware of the financial penalty for doing otherwise. As the old saying goes, you don’t have to be a weatherman to know which way the wind is blowing. Since I am no philosopher, I’m not going to explore at just which point enlightened self-interest crosses the line into corruption, but a careful reading of the ClimateGate releases makes it clear that this is not an academic question.

I want no part of it, so please accept my resignation. APS no longer represents me, but I hope we are still friends.

Hal

Harold Lewis is Emeritus Professor of Physics, University of California, Santa Barbara, former Chairman; Former member Defense Science Board, chmn of Technology panel; Chairman DSB study on Nuclear Winter; Former member Advisory Committee on Reactor Safeguards; Former member, President’s Nuclear Safety Oversight Committee; Chairman APS study on Nuclear Reactor Safety Chairman Risk Assessment Review Group; Co-founder and former Chairman of JASON; Former member USAF Scientific Advisory Board; Served in US Navy in WW II; books: Technological Risk (about, surprise, technological risk) and Why Flip a Coin (about decision making)

So he's not some nutter.

Another inconvenient truth for Al Gore.

The Penguin

Tip of the sharp beak to James Delingpole in the Torygraph.


Saturday, 9 October 2010

Free range citizenship


I've noticed lots of negative comments when I ask if we really need to be handing Xboxes to the unemployed or having a 42" LCD in every room in our homes.

"Bring on the hairshirts, back to a cave existence etc.,"

It isn't for me to tell anyone how to live unless they are using my money taken by force to do it. And take by force they do. More than half of my income is spent by people I didn't elect on stuff I don't want financed. Mobility scooters for the morbidly obese, Urdu lessons for childminders, escalators on Mount Snowdon so the "disabled" won't feel marginalised or discriminated against.

There comes a time in life when most people (I think) actually realise they have enough stuff. I certainly do. Ferrari's and helicopters are the dreams of younger men than I and the best of luck to them in trying to attain them. I wouldn't take them as a gift. They need money to run. My main concerns these days are maintaining what I have and giving a little back to those who have helped me along my chosen path in life plus also throwing housebricks at those who insist I am not free to choose the path I wish but must follow them up a cul de sac.

If you consume vast quantities of "stuff" does it make you happy when you look at it or does it make you happy when you tell others about it? Hot tub in the garden? Why? 19" Alloys on the BMW. Why?

Perhaps I've just reached an age where all I really want is the knowledge that I am my own master. Free from the clutches of product marketing managers or Politicians, union barons or over zealous Police. I've noticed that I'm doing the things I would have willingly paid others to do in my younger days. Growing food, brewing beer, cooking, hunting, mending things I would have instantly thrown away and replaced. Last weekend I changed the brushes on the £500 washing machine (cost £8) instead of taking it to the dump and buying another. It took less time to do than buying a new one. I'm down to one TV in the house instead of five. No DVD re writer, no Sky Plus. A couple of old laptops, a standard nokia mobile phone. No iPad and Apple TV.

Autumn has seen me harvesting apples and berries, preserving food, cold smoking my own produced bacon that I shall relish eating over the winter. I'm not a hippy or a good life type at all. I know I could buy it all in Waitrose but the satisfaction of producing something from nothing is enormous. I am my own master of my own world.

My next goal is to go off grid. A few acres of land, probably not in the UK but somewhere that will let me live my chosen life in peace (clues: Must have access to open sea. Mussels and Oysters are free). I won't need a fortune, all I'll need is the knowledge that recessions don't affect me because I don't need "economic growth". Fiscal debt? GDP? Irrelevant. The empty lies and false promises of politicians will mean nothing to me or my veg plot. A high speed rail link to Europe? Go ahead, I don't care. It won't put the chickens off laying

All I'll need is everything I already have plus of course the time to enjoy it without a do gooder telling me I am my own worst enemy.

I expect to be crushed like a grape. One thing no government or corporation will tolerate is free range non consuming citizens.

UPDATE: May I remind the many anonymongs in the comments of one thing:

To be governed is to be watched, inspected, spied upon, directed, law-driven, numbered, regulated, enrolled, indoctrinated, preached at, controlled, checked, estimated, valued, censured, commanded, by creatures who have neither the right nor the wisdom nor the virtue to do so.

To be governed is to be at every operation, at every transaction noted, registered, counted, taxed, stamped, measured, numbered, assessed, licensed, authorized, admonished, prevented, forbidden, reformed, corrected, punished.

It is, under pretext of public utility, and in the name of the general interest, to be placed under contribution, drilled, fleeced, exploited, monopolized, extorted from, squeezed, hoaxed, robbed; then, at the slightest resistance, the first word of complaint, to be repressed, fined, vilified, harassed, hunted down, abused, clubbed, disarmed, bound, choked, imprisoned, judged, condemned, shot, deported, sacrificed, sold, betrayed; and to crown all, mocked, ridiculed, derided, outraged, dishonoured.

That is government; that is it's justice; that is its morality.


And the madness? You consent to be governed. You consent to all of the above.

Thursday, 7 October 2010

Roosting chickens coming home at last


Well, here it comes. After all the talk of cuts and the media hype, today saw a 3.6% drop in house prices, always a true indicator that times are going to get tough.

Wait, let me look again at that. It saw a 3.6% drop in house prices where large parts of the population are employed by...yes..the State. Always a true indicator when things are about to get tough for those who took the State silver shilling of a job for life, a fat pension and an easy life.

Where the private sector has scrapped final salary pensions, wage rises and job security, now those who fed so well from the taxpayer are going to have to bite the bullet as well.

Listen to the screams of the Union Barons. Watch the armies of middle aged pen pushers march against "cuts to front line services". I've said it before, I'll say it again. Addiction to public money and the subsequent withdrawal symptoms is a horrible thing to watch. The East Germans managed it and it took them 20 long years and yes, parts of East Germany will never have the wages or house prices of Munich or Hamburg. It is because they are shit and no company wants to relocate there, not some great conspiracy to eradicate the lower orders.

Today sees the leaders of the devolved Parliaments screaming for the cuts to stop. From Northern Ireland (where 70% work for the State) to the usual Welsh suspects (where the highest amount of those on benefits reside) all demanding that the UK taxpayer keep them supplied in useless jobs, bloated pensions, benefits for all, entitlements left and right. Socialist politicians realising that without handouts, they will be unable to bribe their voters with LCD TVs for the blind and mobility scooters for the housebound.

Will we see a drop in our standard of living? I do hope so. We have been living beyond our means for too long. Can you cook a meal from scratch without having to "source ingredients" from John Lewis? Could you walk three miles to work? Darn a sock? Sharpen a knife on a wet stone? Read a book? Change a fuse? Mend instead of spend?

When you hear the protests outside, it is not about the fear of starving to death or being homeless. It is the fear of missing Eastenders because you had to get the bus home instead of driving. It is the fear of disappointing the little ones by not buying them everything they see for Christmas. It is the fear of not being able to brag about the holiday in the Maldives or the trip to Disney Nanna so desperately wanted. It is the fear of not being able to buy the full Man Utd away kit or the iPhone 4.

The chickens are coming home to roost. The smart ones amongst us already know how to kill, pluck, draw and cook one. The rest will still be looking to useless career politicians to deliver piping hot chicken in a basket to their homes (but not whilst X Factor is on) on the never never and hope their grandchildren will be able to pick up the bill.

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Cameron Word Cloud

Just get together, people make Government....Interesting

Right, time to add some bones to the above

I watched the speech, I've watched the twitterati (more concerned with Sam Cams dress) and I've read the reviews. It wasn't a great speech but then again, I'm not interested in words but deeds.

The Coalition has had 5 months since my glorious defeat in Cambridge to enact my manifesto and frankly, they are not doing badly. The Libdems are guarding my civil liberties as much as can be expected in 20 weeks and Cameron made all the right noises at his speech today. He did the one thing no other politician has done. He blamed the mess we are in on both Labour and....US.

And he's right. We allowed it to happen. We sat back and watched as trillions waas added to our crippling debts. We sat back and watched Socialists grab control of a banking system that was too big to fail. We sat back as our peers demanded even more intervention from the state, more benefits, more entitlements, more "rights". Of course it was going to end in tears.

And in holding us accountable, as much as the wastrel Brown spendfest, he is making a smart political move. Tories are playing down his speech because it was the most libertarian speech I have ever heard. Not what the party faithful wanted to hear at all. Before anything gets better, we have to accept that the State is not the friend of the individual. When the State controls the resources, the resources will be used to further the aims of the State, not the people.

5 months in and we have taken a couple of faltering steps. I suspect his masters and his party, along with an outraged public will see we take no more. Remember, when the slaves were emancipated, the two groups most unhappy about the deal were the slavemasters and the three meals a day, roof over our heads slaves.

Interesting times.

November 5th stroll?


Who would care to join me on November 5th for a visit to our Parliament? We usually do....

Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Risk, Loss, Justice

Arrest these thieves

Today saw the sentencing of a man who recklessly endangered the very hand that fed him, risking the entire venture for personal greed and vanity.

It mattered not to him that his actions risked the livelihoods of everyone. It mattered not to him that his plans of glory were based purely on his own vanity and his desire to be the master of all. It mattered not to him that he could lose the hard earned savings or wealth of millions. what mattered was him and HIS needs.

He has pleaded and will appeal that "no one stopped him" as he recklessly gambled billions. It is not "his fault", it was the fault of the millions who failed to stop him, even though he hid his actions from prying eyes.

If his appeal is unsuccessful, he will go to jail and it will take him 177,000 years to repay his debts. He will be a broken man who will never own more than the clothes he stands in. His life for all intents and purposes will be over. He will face the consequences of his actions. He will come face to face with his narcistic vanity for the rest of his miserable life. He will be jeered, despised, ridiculed. His neighbours will ignore him as a leper. He is an outcast. All because of his own self centred greedy actions and abuse of trust.

Strangely, as I sit and look at the debt my as yet unborn grandchildren face, the fact that they will be taxed on their labours to pay for the vanity of one man, I really, really can't help wanting to see the arrest and trial of one Gordon Brown, who instead, will retire on a golden pension and a millionaire.

No doubt, his defence would be identical to that of Jerome Kerviel. "No one stopped me, so I assumed it was ok". £4.8 TRILLION. Gold - vanished. Pensions of millions - vanished.

Rest assured. Very soon, we are going to start holding our politicians accountable. First, we must hold our citizens accountable. They must realise that their actions are not the fault of others and their failures are not to be blamed on others.

Then, and only then, can we start on the real criminals. The murderers, thieves and liars who rule us in Councils, Parliaments and Europe. And when they too claim that "no one said anything at the time" as a defence, we will shall have our justice.

Monday, 4 October 2010

Suburban Big State mutterings...


Naturally, the Stella belching Labour voting underclasses are quaking at the thought of having to make do on a mere 26,000 beer vouchers a year for doing the grand sum of fuck all but the latest announcement from Gideon that rich parents are going to have to make do without a state funded jaunt to the Alps this winter has them reeling in horror.

"It was a way of getting some of the immense amount of tax we pay back" they squeal as they lose the Child Benefit they never needed or requested.

"I'm going to lose £2500 a year. Granted I don't need it, but the government takes so much anyway..."

This is going to be interesting. That £2500 paid for Mummy to spend a hour at the Gym every night so she could stay in competition to Victoria Beckham. That £2500 paid for the second hand BMW she was desperate to impress the other mums with when she headed down to the nursery to pick up her pyjama'ed offspring after working out at the gym till 8 pm. That £2500 paid for the new TV and sofa every year.

And guess what? The State is going to give them nothing in return. Same eye watering taxes, same shitty services they are already opting out of, same useless exam results for their kids, same £1.20 a litre to fill up the Chrysler Voyager.

I've just started hearing the very first mumblings of a middle class revolt against the Big State in the most unlikely of places. Suburbia. Mumsnet is fucking FURIOUS not with the Tories, not with Labour, but with The State. BRING IT ON.

Stop the Government Cuts...


Say the anarchists? Yes guys, protest against a smaller state and a reduction in government *faceslap*

I'm doing my best to try and keep up with all the nonsense over the conference season. Bear with me.

Saturday, 2 October 2010

Here they come again - Witaj

Filthy immigrants, coming over here etc,..

Half a million Poles, unable to collect dole, unable to secure "social housing", unable to claim free meals, incapacity benefit or "back to work" grants in the UK now reside here in the UK and more are headed back .

Makes you wonder why our unemployed are incapable of picking potatoes or carrots, incapable of driving a van or stacking shelves, incapable of delivering milk or driving a bus, serving in a restaurant or cleaning an office.

I have no problem with immigrant labour that wishes to work, obeys the law and does not ask for their culture to be assimilated into my culture. I have no problem with immigrant labour that does not grasp entitlements from the state nor demands special status. I have no problem with people crossing borders in order to realise their ambitions lawfully.

I've also never seen a fat tattooed Polish landwhale pushing her halfling bastard offspring to the pub at lunchtime to spend the child benefit on crisps and alcopops.

Again: when you pay people to sit on their arses and watch telly all day, don't be surprised when they take up the offer

Friday, 1 October 2010

10:10 Kill the HERETICS

Lovely video from the Eco Loons. I intend to find out where every penny to finance this came from. Enjoy, it's now been pulled from the 10:10 site

Ed's Generation

the Postman knocks twice

A voting booth in Shoreditch


Or it would appear he does in Bradford, Oldham, Halifax and Tower Hamlets if Baroness Waarsi is to be believed.

Voting fraud is rife in the 3rd world. So rife that the last UK election was monitored by Bangladeshi officials who were shocked at how easy it is in this fine land. Postal votes, ghost voters, multiple voting, the lot. And of course, the bottom line is always the wish of religious communities strangled by UK leglislation from dictating how people must live their lives to dominate politically instead.

As an ex resident of East Sussex, I saw how fundamentalist Christian groups would install believers into positions of civic authority and then future recruitment would flow from the source to saturation point. Already we see the introduction of Halal food into council run supply chains regardless of whether the public requested it or not. Religious influence asserted where it was neither requested or sought.

Fraud is only the issue because the path to power of religious groups has been thwarted. Rightly so in my opinion. The next time you vote, I would advise looking very closely at the candidate instead of the Party. If it has a beard, look twice at the results.

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