OWG | Agenda 21 and Diet

22 10 2010

James Delingpole is oh so more eloquent than myself in the writings of rage, that I shall direct you to his piece in the Telegraph regarding the ideas thrown around about our collective, and that word is important, diets.  I won’t cut and paste it all but just highlight the third from bottom paragraph and one phrase in particular.

‘Let them eat vegetables’ says the Eton Grocer’s eco-fascist quango

Apart from being riddled with false assumptions – the main ones, of course, being that “Greenhouse Gases” need to be controlled in the first place; that their effect on “Climate Change” is anything to worry about; that any of this is any business of the Food Standards Agency anybloodyway – the document is really just a means of further advancing the cause of the Quangocracy, Big Government and the UN’s Agenda 21.

Now, just what is the UN’s Agenda 21?  Well, according to the following video, just another step towards One World Governance resulting in property rights suspended, collectivism imposed, and just a general corporatisation of the entire globe under one roof.  One glove fits all.  Or possibly one iron gauntlet to keep all in check.

The official plan can be read HERE, yet unsurprisingly, once more the authors deliberately skirt around the written bush, using all sorts of soundbites that no sane human could reject, yet what one says they are going to do and what they actually do, are two very different things.

1.4. The developmental and environmental objectives of Agenda 21 will require a substantial flow of new and additional financial resources to developing countries, in order to cover the incremental costs for the actions they have to undertake to deal with global environmental problems and to accelerate sustainable development. Financial resources are also required for strengthening the capacity of international institutions for the implementation of Agenda 21. An indicative order-of-magnitude assessment of costs is included in each of the programme areas. This assessment will need to be examined and refined by the relevant implementing agencies and organizations.

(source)

Redistribution of wealth which of course will be handled by a respected banker who of course wouldn’t dream of skimming some of the top…  whose ever heard of an untrustworthy public servent 1US??? 2UN??? 3UK???

2.4. Governments recognize that there is a new global effort to relate the elements of the international economic system and mankind’s need for a safe and stable natural environment. Therefore, it is the intent of Governments that consensus-building at the intersection of the environmental and trade and development areas will be ongoing in existing international forums, as well as in the domestic policy of each country.

(source)

Consensus-building usually means “We’re right, you’re wrong and if you step outta line, we’ll smack you one“, or worse, ‘blow you up‘ as if the below was an innocent mistake.  (warning, those with a nervous disposition should not view this as this is uncensored)

I could go on but it’s best if you skim through the whole thing yourself, and I say skim otherwise it’s like reading any governmental release, mind-numbingly protracted bullcrap that actually has the ability to make you vomit.  When something looks too good  to be true, it is usually bullcrap.  And after all them years finessing this art, the political masters and their puppets in the world do a splendid job of smoke and mirrors and top of the range bullcrap.

Even the best intentions can have the worst consequences.  And every time I hear the UN and various whores mention sustainability, I can’t help but picture euthanasia on tap.  Remember our business partners in the Chinese government’s approach towards over-population.  No problem with murdering an unborn soul to sustain their economy.  How long before the UN adopts this stance as a way to save the planet?  And why, in the age of equality restrict this barbaric and sadistic measure to those conceived yet not received?  Why not the over 50s?  Or the unemployed?  Or the disabled?  Or those on low incomes?  Or anyone else that doesn’t tag along?

Just like UN Peacekeepers raping their way across Africa to the dodgy dealings with Saddam and the Oil for Food programs, I wouldn’t trust this bunch of despots with my shed.  Bet the UN is just one giant horse-trading show in which each representative tries to outdo the others in vying for the UN’s cushy jobs. Oh yeah, we’re the horses.  And oh yeah, the Owners of this planet appoint the cushy jobs;  for economic power can buy political power, ad infinitum.

The root of all evil is the love of money…  money buys many things, yet most sought, is good old-fashioned control.  And it doesn’t matter how well-off you think you are, compared to Earth PLC’s stockholders, you’ve got sweet FA.

All’s fair in love and war.

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In Defence | Social Housing

11 08 2010

Everyone likes to bash the Social Housing provided by the Council, some are against the very idea of it, others don’t like the dampness caused by idiotic neighbours who don’t know that washing machines not only take water in but also dishes it out.  Personally, I grew up as a Council tenant and once, I would have said I was proud and hopeful of carrying on the tradition.

For two reasons.

Firstly, to pay money to the Local Council instead of some private landlord has the benefit of being public knowledge.  At least I can be outraged when I find out that Southwark Council are renting offices on Tooley Street owned by HSBC to the tune of £5m per year.  Haven’t even mentioned the fact the lease is for five years.  £25m for offices.  Now, if I was paying it to some private landlord, how would I know if he was blowing all my cash on coke and whores?  Sure it might not be my business what he does with his money but him having a good time doesn’t keep ‘my’ area nice, does it?

Secondly, it’s cheaper and safer dealing with an accountable Council than it is with a wandering landlord.  If Southwark Council wish to force their way into my home, they need to get a Court to issue a warrant, no easy feat unless Old Bill are involved.  Yet all our private landlord needs to do is wait till we go work and use his/her spare key.

Now why I used to be proud and hopeful.

The pride once felt for the community spirit died when my community died.  Employment worries and the enrichment process took its toll.  Both aided and abetted by a system of alienation supported and enforced by my very own Government.

And how can I, as a White Male Briton (WMB), ever compete with some pregnant African Zulu princess with a sob story full of oppression and despair for a chance at having my own gaff?  I can’t.  Unless I go to drastic lengths like jail or the loonybin, and no Council house would be worth that.  Well, perhaps the one those Somalis got but that isn’t a guarantee.  So that is my lack of hope explained.

Personally, I just think this is a British ‘Government’, which remember, is the Country for the time being, wanting to shake off more of Her responsibilities.  “Passing the buck” is the American term for it.  Now before you try to sink my battleship, it is the duty of a nation’s government to address the needs of Her inhabitants.  Basic needs first and foremost, food, water and shelter.  That is it.

Now of course, with the willy-washing brigade of do-gooders getting involved, flatscreen TVs and iCrap has been thrown into the mix, leaving a stale taste for those who perceives themselves holding the bill.  But to deny the poorest Britons, most where they are not through a lack of trying but a lack of podium positions available, access to affordable and clean housing is exactly the reason for Council Housing.

Hundred odd years ago, Londoners especially, lived in the most squalid conditions known to man.  Chorea, pox and other nasties infested the overcrowded rooms that made a home then.  These conditions shocked many good souls, motivating people like Lord Peabody to throw his weight behind a social housing project, with the simple goal of improving the standard of living of their fellow kin.

Before that and the reason for the shocking housing conditions provided was the great influx into the cities.  Once again, this was down to the Landed Gentry transporting their pleb workers from the mlls and fields in their country estates to their toxic factories into borough council built estates.  More economical to keep the work, thus workforce, in one place.

Jumping back to today, our kin having been sidelined by the British piss-takers along with those needier NuBritons who wash up on our shores, the resentment against subsidised housing has probably grown sufficiently enough that soon all Britons, even the newer ones will suffer.  Of course with more and more machines and more and more cheap turd worlders, there is less and less need ungrateful natives to man the posts.

Alas, once the Government wipes Her hands clean of housing, do you honestly think that the ‘private sector’ will give a hoot about ‘affordable housing’, ‘community’ or even continuing local improvements?  More bloody likely we have a return to Oliver Twist!

Still pessimistic, still got a toothache, still hard grafting at work… etc etc





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.





Pondering | A new nationality

25 06 2010

Following on from my half-hearted oath of renouncing my Englishness in favour of one of my own choosing, thought it best to be prepared and consider names for my new nationality.

I don’t fancy becoming a Pretanican (Pretanic Islands, circa 325BC), too foreign sounding.

Albionite (Albion, cica 6thC BC) is nice but again, too simple.

Maybe Dnalgneman?  When in trouble, international code says you should fly your flag upside-down, so a D’nal’knee man from Dnalgne seems more than appropriate?

Dnalgne, pronounced: D’nal’knee, definition: Englishman in distress.

What’d ya think?





Blighted | Work til you drop

24 06 2010

Another day and another radical plan from the ConDem Coalition to fix the nation’s finances is the upcoming proposal to make us all work til 70 along with making it compulsory to finance your own pension fund.

Shit, I always thought my National Insurance contributions, VAT and the general fleecing through taxation was supposed to supply those who get by on less than £13 per day with meagre sustenance in their twilight years, yet lo and behold, no, the Government wishes to further my employment slavery and take my money for the pleasure while giving even less in return.

Well, f**k you all you lying cheating c**ts!

Not so long ago, one political fuckwit named Gordon Brown robbed the pension pot of millions so you will have to forgive my profanity and opposition to such a scheme that will make me poorer in the long-run with a slight gamble that I actually last 70 years and get to collect a pension.  And considering the lack of foresight in political circles, I doubt that very much.

“People are living longer and healthier lives than ever, and the last thing we want is to lose their skills and experience from the workplace due to an arbitrary age limit.  Now is absolutely the right time to live up to our responsibility to reform our outdated pension system and to take action where the previous government failed to do so. If Britain is to have a stable, affordable pension system, people need to work longer, but we will reward their hard work with a decent state pension that will enable them to enjoy quality of life in their retirement.

“That is why we are issuing a call for evidence on moving the state pension age to 66, and thereafter plan to take a frank look at the relationship between state pension age and life expectancy.”Ian Duncan Smith (failed leader of the Conservative Party).

No we are not, most are living in absolute agony due to the fact that our entire land is overpopulated, over-polluted and over-fucking-priced.  Keep this up and most of the population will resort to taking a noose around the neck to swing underneath a tree.

Not me though, instead, I will help every lying cheating scumbag of a politician into a noose of their own.  For when you have nothing left to lose…





Bilderberg and the World | Some choice quotes

5 06 2010

“We are grateful to the Washington Post, the New York Times, Time Magazine and other great publications whose directors have attended our meetings and respected their promises of discretion for almost 40 years…It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But, the world is more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national autodetermination practiced in past centuries.”David Rockerfeller, 1991.

With that in mind, consider this article from the Telegraph which begins with a satirical introduction:

I have just discovered that a shadowy cabal of global luminaries, including Henry Kissinger, David Rockefeller, Prince Charles, Peter Mandelson, Lord Carrington, David Cameron, Queen Beatrix of Holland and the chairman of Barclays Bank, have been plotting to overthrow national governments and form a fascist one-world empire.

Going by the name of the Bilderberg Group, these puppet-masters made and broke the career of Margaret Thatcher, triggered the downfall of Slobodan Milosevic and, this year, are planning to bomb Iran.

Quite a big story, don’t you think? And yet no one here will take me seriously. Perhaps, as representatives of the capitalist media, they’re too busy planning world domination at Bilderberg’s annual conference, which is taking place this weekend at Hotel Dolce in Sitges, one of Spain’s most exclusive (and, incidentally, gayest) resorts. Watch our cryptic crossword for clues; the swallows are flying south for winter.

A fact:

Dan Brown aside, conspiracy theories don’t come much bigger than this. Here are some “facts” the establishment would have you believe. The Bilderberg Group (named after the Dutch hotel where they first met) was founded in 1954 by Denis Healey, Joseph Retinger, David Rockefeller and Prince Bernhard of the Netherlands, with the aim of bringing together financiers, industrialists, politicians and opinion formers. Every year around 120 of them meet, by invitation of the steering committee, away from the intrusive eyes of the press. They network, eat, drink, play golf and go home again.

The propaganda and misinformation treatment:

“Bilderberg does not try to reach conclusions,” Viscount Davignon, the chairman, told the BBC in 2005. “It’s not that business contests the right of democratically elected leaders to lead.”

But he would say that, wouldn’t he? And where’s the fun in believing something perfectly logical when you can instead invent lurid theories that this covert liberal / Zionist / fascist (delete as appropriate) empire can trace its string-pulling roots back 800 years to the Venetian Black Nobility?

Part of the lure to conspiracy theorists is that the group wasn’t properly reported in the mainstream media until very recently. This was like a red rag to the bullish Jim Tucker, a former sports journalist on a Washington newspaper, who left his job in 1975 to investigate the Bilderberg Group.

He was able, he claimed, to write an “advance story” of Mrs Thatcher’s downfall. “She had attended one meeting of the Bilderbergs,” he recalled, “but she had nothing to say and she didn’t like it. The Bilderberg boys said they had to get rid of her and they replaced her with a trapeze artist [John Major’s father worked in a circus] from the same party.”

Jon Ronson, an investigative journalist whose books include The Men Who Stare At Goats and Them: Adventures with Extremists, spent a hilarious week with Tucker in 1999 in Portugal attempting to infiltrate a Bilderberg meeting. Tucker, who called a friend in the States every day to announce that he hadn’t been assassinated yet, led Ronson to an English expat journalist, also hot on the trail, who declared: “Maybe my head’s gone, but the Book of Revelation speaks of a one-world order, one financial order, a one-world religion. There’ll be a sense of disorder, of children not respecting their parents, and then a very powerful group will form. So it does all fit together.”

The reality, Ronson discovered, was a little less apocalyptic. After he’d returned home, Healey invited him round for a chat. “Bilderberg is the most useful international group I ever attended,” he told him. “The confidentiality enabled people to speak honestly without fear of repercussions.”

Other members of the group spoke to Ronson on condition of anonymity, furiously denying that they secretly ruled the world. In 2005 Viscount Davignon, a former European Commssioner, gave his interview to the BBC, pointing out that it was entirely natural for people of influence to speak to like-minded people. When George Osborne, now the Chancellor, went last year he registered it in the parliamentary register of members’ interests.

Putting out the stall:

None of this has stopped the loons, though. “Bilderberg has all the ingredients for the kind of shadowy conspiracy people like,” Ronson tells me.

This weekend around a hundred protesters and investigators have gathered in Sitges, creating something of a carnival atmosphere. Tucker is believed to be there. He has written a book, Jim Tucker’s Bilderberg Diary: One Reporter’s 25-year Battle to Shine the Light on the World Shadow Government, the proceeds of which go towards his travel costs.

I can’t get hold of Tucker, but I do get through to Daniel Estulin, author of The True Story of the Bilderberg Group, which has sold 3.5 million copies worldwide (but wasn’t touched by a British publisher).

“How can you call me a conspiracy theorist?” he says. “I was invited to speak to the European Parliament earlier this week.”

I find a YouTube clip of his speech to that other shadowy organisation. Bilderberg’s goal, he claims, is “the creation of a global network of giant cartels, more powerful than any nation on Earth, destined to control the necessities of life of the rest of humanity, obviously from their vantage point, for our own good and in our benefit – the great unwashed as they call us.”

Other activists in Sitges this weekend include Trilever, a group calling for greater transparency, who are staking out positions in the surrounding hills, “avoiding the snipers”, while they try to spot this year’s attendees – thought to include Angela Merkel, Josef Ackermann, CEO of Deutsche Bank, Richard Holbrooke, Barack Obama’s special envoy to Afghanistan, and Gustavo A Cisneros Rendiles, a Venezuelan media mogul.

An activist with another organisation, EcoXarxa Montseny, told a reporter: “It’s so frightening that people can’t even believe that it’s real. Some people theorise that they want to kill off half the world; others believe they’re directing the world’s finances. But we’re here to say it is real, it is happening.”

The muffled conclusion:

It is difficult to think of anything less real – or indeed less happening. The reality of these conferences appears to boil down to a group of willy-waggling old men comparing their security details and dreaming of past glories. Admittedly, they are efficient talent-spotters, inviting Tony Blair, Margaret Thatcher and Bill Clinton before they were household names (and thereby fuelling further conspiracies). Bilderberg is also credited with helping to influence world opinion during the Falklands War when David Owen gave a barnstorming speech in favour of sanctions.

But surely it is beginning to lose some of its allure now that it is so widely known – a smaller, summer version of Davos. Can an organisation that invited Ed Balls in 2007 seriously be pulling the strings of world power? Last year the Finnish Prime Minister was so pleased to be invited that he put a press release on his website. It’s hardly Smersh, James Bond’s evil nemesis. Last summer’s conference was in Athens, and look what happened to Greece shortly afterwards.

As Viscount Davignon put it: “When people say this is a secret government of the world I say that if we were a secret government of the world, we should be bloody ashamed of ourselves.”

All in all, an excellent job to keep the plebs confused.  Have to hand it to the buggers, they sure do what they do well.  The ‘best trick the Devil ever pulled’ and all that.





DeMOCKracy | The GTC

2 06 2010

For those who don’t know, the soon-to-be extinct GTC stands for General Teaching Council, which sadly/gladly is being resigned to the dustbin by the new ConDem Coalition.  The reasons given are short and swift apart from a long rant about the failure of the organisation to nail Mr Adam Walker to the cross.

“…this government wants to trust professionals – not busybody and patronise them.

“But when professionals do dishonour the vocation of teaching, action needs to be taken.

“And when the GTCE was recently asked to rule on a BNP teacher who had posted poisonous filth on an extremist website they concluded that his description of immigrants as animals wasn’t racist so he couldn’t be struck off.

“We need new proposals to ensure that extremism has no place in our classrooms and the bodies that have failed to protect us in the past cannot be the answer in the future.”

For those that need reminding, why not visit the BBC and see a nice biased conclusion of events and possibly the hidden reason for the GTC’s coming demise.  With such a slanted worded introduction and a classic ending shows that the Beeb just cannot help themselves.  Absolutely loved how Auntie Beeb made a dash for the anti-democratic protestors at the end of the clip.

Conditioning the nation 100% dandruff-proof.  Only problem is the amount of bullcrap that accompanies it.