Leftarded Ideals | Multi-CULT-madness

28 06 2010

Either the Intelligence Services of the world are that good and foiled a plot to poison the Eiffel Tower, or are actively encouraging the useful morons to instigate the hatred and Islamophobia the Islamic lobby scream about?

French Police Foil Attack on the Eiffel Tower – Gates of Vienna

I’d love to think that French have their own version of James Bond, but come on, surely the time has come to consider all possible outcomes and make measures to counter all possible threats to our way of life.

But then they go and spoil it all…

EU human rights watchdog condemns burka bans- Evening Standard

The job of every local council, let alone National governments is to Promote and Protect the diverse way of life they are responcible for that already resides within their borders.  That is it.  Everything else will follow.

To invite umpteen cultures here, stick them all together and then run away, what the heck do you expect to happen?  The Latin name for it is Clash of the Civilisations.

Like it or not but war happens on many fronts and some are continuous, culture being the most important one.  Those who can finance international cultural drives such as old-school Commie groups, US economic hitmen and the Sheiks of Saudi Arabia are the masters at the game.  Of course, they all needed Central Bank help to massage the money but everyone has to pay the piper, even the scammers.

So all these well-financed special interests’ try to cultivate a more pleasing enviroment to their culture.  You can sit all high and mighty and say that isn’t possible but that is the way of human nature.

Another problem with human nature is the habit of ‘parasites’ popping up playing the middle-man at best, Judas at worst.  Anything for a bit of coin, eh Lord Mangledbum!?

You can shove your cultural enrichment.  If I wanted to live in Little Africa, I would have moved there, instead, the leftarded armies of doom thought it fit and proper to invite em all here!

No wonder we’re so shit at putting men in space, we can’t even work out simple historical-proven mathematical equations of people plus mass equals friction.

This used to be England once upon a time.  It isn’t no more thanks to the ineptitude of Government past and present.





Johnny Law? | Never a cop when you need one

27 06 2010

If ever we needed a new Nuremberg Trial, this is the time.  Dr David Kelly, unable to rest in peace due to the many question marks hanging over his death.

Now, if Monsieur Tony Blair is innocent, surely he has grounds to sue the Daily Mail for defamation.

Why doesn’t he?  Remember, this is a man who will speak at a guns for oil shindig so long as a few bones is thrown to his camp so an easy payday for Anthony to prove his innocence.  Just publish his telephone records for that day, the times and release the findings from the inquest.

What is it the Labour Government were so fond of saying…  if you have nothing to hide…  you have nothing to fear.  Or is that just for us plebs?





Blighted UK | Probably not far from the truth

27 06 2010

Although highly inflated and most definitely sprinkled with a dash Hollywood spice comes the following quote from the bastion of British sensationalism, gleaned from a well-directed moan at Her Majesty’s Services.

“I’m a senior planning officer: it’s my job to inspect buildings, grant planning approval and to guide members of the public looking to alter their homes.

Our department has 60 employees and  –  until last Tuesday  –  a budget of £22million.

I’ve been there for two years and in that period the only time I’ve ever seen every employee present and correct was at the Christmas party.

At least ten people will be off sick on any one day. The departmental record holder is Doreen  –  she has worked a grand total of eight days in 14 months.

Doreen must be the unluckiest woman in the country.

In the past year and a half she claims she has: fallen victim to frostbite; been hit by a car; and accidentally set herself on fire.

But she’s really pulled out all the stops with her latest excuse: witchcraft. That’s right, Doreen believes somebody in Nigeria has cast a spell on her and that it would be unprofessional of her to attempt to do the job she is paid £56k a year for while under the influence of the spell.

She has already been off for four months on full pay. I’ve no idea how long this spell lasts, but my guessing would be six months to the day  –  the exact amount of time council employees can take off on full pay before their money is reduced.

But having just eight weeks of full pay left won’t be a problem for Doreen and the rest of the council’s sickly staff  –  they’ll simply return to work when the six months is up, put in a day or two’s work and then go off sick for another six months on full pay again. Easy.

Of course they have to provide sick-notes from a doctor, but as you can buy fake ones online for £10 it’s never proved a problem.

There are procedures in place to address attendance, but nobody ever follows them through  –  chances are the person whose job it is to monitor sickness is probably signed off himself.

Some human resources managers, usually new to the job, do try to take action  –  but it mostly backfires.

All credit to the bright-eyed young HR manager who, last year, wanted to dismiss a senior employee who had been off sick for three months.

The employee had still been using his company mobile phone, from Marbella.

However, the employee was able (with a little help from the mighty Unison union) to argue that there’s no reason why ‘sick’ people can’t rent villas in the Costa Del Sol.

I’ve been told by colleagues that I don’t take enough sick leave  –  when I protest that it is because I’m in good health they look confused. What’s that got to do with anything?

At my borough a worker can take two weeks before having to produce a doctor’s note (fake or not).

With the five weeks’ annual leave plus bank holidays, even the most conscientious worker in my department is easily taking 12 weeks a year off.

To add insult to injury, some London boroughs recently introduced a new scheme whereby anybody who did an extra 15 minutes’ work a day for 20 days could take an extra day’s holiday.

But when you can so easily take six months off, who needs official holidays?

Back to the day’s business. Jerry is the next to arrive at 10.25am  –  before he takes his jacket off he performs his morning ritual of taking both his phones off the hook.

God forbid that any resident and council tax payer should be able to speak to him and get some of the advice he’s paid £64k a year to dispense.

Jerry is 63 and two years from retirement. He is what is known in the civil service and local government as an ‘untouchable’  –  he’s been at the council for more than 40 years, does no work, but would cost an absolute fortune to get rid of.

So he’s left alone to play online poker, Skype his daughter in Florida and take his two-hour daily snooze at his desk, no doubt dreaming of the day when his gold-plated public sector pension will kick in.”

As the title suggests, it wouldn’t surprise me if this half a gram of truth in it.





US punt | Obama and McChrystal

26 06 2010

General McChrystal is a Special Forces commander.  He took over the operations in Afghanistan a while back overseeing the deployment of over 100,000 troops and a trillion dollars worth of kit.  Remember, Special Forces.

Rolling Stone, the magazine that is the new New Yorker it seems, were allowed to print this knowing full well of the political blowback it would cause?  Come on.  Special Forces, remember?

Nah, I just don’t buy it.  Iran and North Korea should be shitting themselves right now for no sane Government would allow something like this to happen by accident.

Yet if by small chance the Rolling Stone author got lucky and the sacking is real, it’d sure be shit to be you at the moment.  Doubt this Special Forces commander will have taken kindly to the demotion.





Blighting Con UK | More political faux pas

26 06 2010

More from the Daily Wail and again, a story that needed no touching up.  These are the people twenty-odd million Britons put their faith in.  Phuck you very much.

Claiming ten-grand here, ten-grand there like there’s no tomorrow.  The UK plebs have swapped one set of cheating buggers for a different set of cheating buggers.

Worst of all, this is the stuff they publish.  No doubt the subsidized food and booze comes in handy, along with the governmental blue badge to take-the-piss selling our souls to the dodgiest bidder.

You’d think they’d concentrate on the perks they could get away with.  Instead, they see the pies sitting on the sills and can’t help themselves.

Every penny our employees waste, is a penny taken away from our funds.  Funds that finance the NHS for the unfortunate, the Police for our protection, the Courts for our Justice and our Army for our defence.

A government should consist of Patriots and Patriots alone.  They should also be over the age of 60 and have life experience in the real world, no more junior Eurocrats or PR spivs.  Then again, what better training for the world of political bullcrapping than Eunification promotion and marketing toiletries.

Our current puppets are total muppets.  Pants down, hands in the till and not a peep about a Repel Bill to undo the useless.  Either they’re too greedy so use Parliament to feather their own nest, which is bad enough, but then you get them doing all nasty things while espousing the other.  That is called hypocrisy.

The idioticracy of the British Isles amazes me.  David Attenborough should do a special on our compatriots in our Blighted Lands, for most share the animalistic intelligence of snails.





Pondering | D’nal’knee national anthem

25 06 2010

As with every important nation, and if I’m creating one it damn well be important, I will need a national anthem.  I came up with a clever ditty but I don’t think it captures the moment.  For one it sounds so good when sung to the tune of those shitty old Spiderman cartoons.

D’nal’knee man, D’nal’knee man,

used to be an Englishman,

lost his home, lost his job,

couldn’t compete with the other lot,

so nooooooowwwww,

he is an D’nal’knee man!

But that just seems gay.  How could I lead an army singing that?  No, that can’t do.  Maybe the Only Fools and Horse’s dingle, although knowing the BBC have some of the best lawyers on the payroll, don’t fancy my chances of hijacking that.  And there is no way on this God’s green Earth I can afford my own orchestra.

Maybe I could borrow one of the many dead playwrights classics, surely they’re a free for all.  Then again, it’s always best not to f**k with the dead.  Don’t need some psycho descendent giving me grief.

I can’t even borrow my beloved Millwall’s anthem, no respecting nation exclaims their position as “no one likes us” and if that ain’t clear, “we don’t care”…  doubt that’d win me Iran and China’s favour.

Wonder if I could borrow Sid Vicious’ version of “I did it my way”…  then again, Sid Vicious, drug overdose after the ‘suspicious death’ of his junkie girlfriend, another thing a self-respecting nation wouldn’t want to associate with.  And if I’m honest, the Sinatra version isn’t to my liking.  Apologies to those who have rated as one of the greatest tunes of all time but no way is that macho enough for a nation’s anthem.

No, no, no, this is more difficult than I first envisaged.  I can’t sing God save the Queen backwards, that’s Bjork’s department of expertise and thankfully she has lost my number.  Damn Facebook accounts!

I’ll have to give this a bit more of a ponder.  Or worst case scenario, have a mime act instead.  Don’t see that often at the UN do ya?

For that is why I’m even pondering the idea.  Like the native Americans in the North who are given reservations, descendents of slaves given reparations and even those South American tribes who are protected by law, considering that the English compared to the rest of the world is perhaps one of the smallest minorities, surely it is we who be protected most.

So you better believe I want a table in Rockerfeller’s house of power in New York.  Even a stool at the back with some of the other misfits would be nice.  I need to stake a claim for my reservation, reparations and laws to protect my rights in Dnalgne, and so long as the stool isn’t bolted to the floor, I will make my voice heard the only way a Millwall fan can.





Daily Mail | Sensationalist but WTF!?!

25 06 2010

How can you not sensationalize the following stories?  Hollywood wouldn’t dream of writing such scripts but convicted murderers getting payouts for a filling falling out, the ConDem making pensioners £70 worse per year, there goes the shortbread and finally, a copper’s son found guilty of half-inching £40million’s worth of jewellery in the Graff heist!  How can this not be self-sensationalism on a plate, a ready-meal version of a story with no need for artistic invention huh?

This is why I’m saddened that the Politics show clip of Dianne Abbott putting both feet in it brought to my attention by the London Patriot will not get the publicity it deserves.  Especially saddened as the Daily Mail could sensationalize it to the moon and back and bury Ms Abbott literally with the crap in a matter of days!  One can hope.

Over at the dull Telegraph is the update on Nadine Dorries’ affairs, which surprise surprise, is still suspect.  Again, one can hope she wasn’t joking about the suicidal tendencies.  Cheaper than financing her friends with public money to the tune of £51,000 over a 15-month period.

See the resentment brewing?  Products of our enviroment.  Seeing all the skullduggery and thievery taken place at the one place that should be the bastion of moral codes, you cannot be surprised at the hatred directed at our dithering polichickens who would sell Dover if it meant a few extra notes or votes.