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 | Condem Eunification

23 05 2010

There is a fiscal crisis on the European continent with many commentators expressing delight/concern at the prospect of the EU imploding.

This is an organisation that has managed to make trillions disappear into accounting blackholes of biblical proportions, an organisation where the trillions that didn’t vanish ended up in the bank accounts of a million and one workers, contractors, mistresses and landowners.

This is the European Parliament who asked the thoughts of the Dutch, French and Irish and when hearing the unwanted, conspire to continue the project regardless.  Even then, with the Irish Constitution being the well thought-out modern document it is insisting on a referendum on the ‘new’ treaty, proceeded to use tactics more suitable to Zimbabwe.

So instead of imploding, it is business as usual.  Another manufactured crisis to call for another manufactured solution.

In politics, nothing ever happens by accident.

ConDem | Big Society

19 05 2010

The EU Constitution was renamed the Lisbon Treaty and thus continued the Eunification project, and by all means, call me a cynic but I’ve got a feeling that the promised Big Society is just another rebranding exercise for the continuation of the Establishment’s Big Brother agenda.

The Big Society policies include:

  • Training a new generation of community organisers who will support the establishment of neighbourhood groups
  • Giving communities a greater say over their local planning system
  • Encouraging volunteering and involvement in social action, including launching a national Big Society Day
  • Piloting the National Citizen Service, which aims to give teenagers from different backgrounds the chance to take part in a two-month summer programme including community involvement
  • Supporting mutuals, co-operatives, charities and social enterprises to have greater involvement in the running of public services
  • Funds from dormant bank accounts being channelled to a Big Society Bank, which will provide finance for neighbourhood groups, charities and social enterprises
  • Increasing access to government-held data through a “new right to data” for citizens to ensure Government data is published. The police will be obliged to publish monthly crime statistics
  • Extending powers for local government and conducting a comprehensive review of local government finance to help remove restrictions that limit the work of local councils

Yet Mr Sam Leith from the Evening Standard has painted the various reasons that could lay behind PM Cameron’s Big Society:

The simple view is that he was just trying to find a way of laying the ghost of Mrs Thatcher to rest by using the word “society” somewhere in a sentence — and, flailing around for a qualifying adjective, he hit on “big”.

A second school of thought maintains that he had in mind the vision of a Burkean civic Conservatism, with “little platoons” of volunteers — or, in this case, big platoons — swarming over the country doing good works and squeaking “heave! heave!” like the mice in Bagpuss.

The third school of thought is that the “Big Society” is simply a nice way of explaining public-service cuts. If you say: “Sorry, no more bin men, fire engines, surgeons. We’re doomed” you risk spreading despondency, see?

So instead, you say: “We are reaching out, to you, the people of this great nation. And this is our invitation. Join us. We need people, in their communities, to collect the bins and take pride, once again, in making a better place for us all to live. We need people who, when they see their neighbour’s house on fire, don’t just dial 999 — but fill a tooth-mug with water and run towards the flames.

“We need people who don’t just sit around collecting their disability benefits and waiting for the NHS to do their kidney operation for them — we need people who will pick up the sharpest teaspoon they can find and get stuck in. And you will learn these vital skills at the free school’ that we invite you, the people of this great country, to start.”

I’m in no doubt that whatever the intended purpose, it will just be more of the same old State-sanctioned theft, just wrapped in a different bow.

BNP | Fulltime Anti-BNPers

16 05 2010

A campaign of hate directed at the British National Party in Barking, sanctioned by the Establishment, coordinated by Searchlight, promoted by the Mirror and performed by the deluded is the main reason why there was no political earthquake.

Since last June, when 1,000,000 Britons decided to use their democratic right and voted for Mr Griffin and Mr Brons in the EU elections, Searchlight’s chief Nick Lowles has organised the undemocratic use of subversion, indoctrination and incitement to hatred to oppose them.

So how did they do it?  From the dreaded Hope Not Hate blog hosted by the leftarded news-polluter, the Daily Mirror:

We have had brilliant support from pensioners, black and Asian voters, white voters, young voters, women and men. On Monday 385 people delivered 55,000 leaflets and even on polling day we had 175 people out knocking up the vote.

So saturating the area with anti-BNP literature for the run-up to the election and, with 175 people manning the polling booths, it’s no wonder the BNP polled so little.

Nick Griffin was belittled, vilified, treated like dog dirt and told he was a third-class citizen who wasn’t wanted in Britain.

Argumentum ad hominem it’s called, attacking the person instead of the argument and has worked throughout the centuries as people are too stupid or lazy to see the motive behind the comments.

The world is upside down.  That or there is definitely something in the water.

NuSpeak | European Union

3 05 2010

This is for all the simpletons that make up the Leftarded Armies of Doom.  So happy chanting State-approved mantras of ‘inclusion’, so long as it means more justification for more governmental intervention.

European Union is another reincarnation of Communistic Union.

We have THREE European Presidents, each with less than 0.001% of a mandate!  By managing to wiggle their way into provincial politics they now find themselves heading a continent with 500,000,000 souls in it!

We can vote for our so-called ‘Representatives’ yet what good are when the only ‘representing’ they do is on behalf of the Corporatist Eunification Project?

A vote for the Establishment is a vote for the continuation of the undemocratic, unswerving and unrelenting European Commission.  Anyone but them, please!  Even if I have to vote for Jill Guevara in Peckham, I’d rather an out-and-out communist than these plastic politicians ‘who’d conjure up a story of personal woe for a vote‘ bastards we currently endure.

Socialism | The ideology of the lazy

2 05 2010

“From each according to his ability, to each according to his need” is the mantra of the idle and lacklustre.  The ideal is supposed to be everyone gets a fair share but of course, like every system, needs administrators who by and large, are the very corruptibles who least deserve it.

Sure outright bloodthirsty capitalism isn’t so grand but neither is outright bloodthirsty communism.  Every Country that has handed over all ownership to the State soon find out they too are owned by the State.  At least with Capitalism we get to pick and choose (or duck and cover) our responsibilities.

This isn’t a rant about the failure of communism as a viable option, this is another little off-beat posting as I’m sick to the back-teeth of the charade we call deMOCKracy.  Doing my usual information-gathering activity on the biggest library on earth, I came across a funny story and a great example of Socialist ‘Vision versus Reality’.

Pictures taken from same spot, just of opposing sides of ‘the Soviet Utopian Dream’



And now the example of gross idioticracy the followers of the Communist Cult actually are.

Posted by Nick M at Samizdata.net.  January 11, 2007

“I witnessed a very odd spectacle over Christmas back in my (almost) home town of Newcastle (Tyne & Wear, Not Queensland). I came out of TKMax for a fag and noticed that at the base of Grey’s Monument there was a very small demonstration beginning to form. They were a revolutionary Communist group. I was approached by a rather attractive, middle-class, clearly well-educated girl who handed me a leaflet and tried to sell me a CD. We got talking while her (less than a dozen) mates were waving Colombian and Cuban flags and the inevitable poster of Comrade Che.

Well, my interlocutor was sincere, articulate and quite charming really. In retrospect that really disturbs me – it starts with an attractive girl being mildly flirtatious and ends up with gulags. She tried to sell me a CD of “revolutionary songs” which included an entry from (I kid ye not) the Al-Aqsa Martyrs Brigade Male-Voice Choir. I turned down the option to purchase even though she assured me it had been fully tested. The whole operation was almost charmingly amateurish – from the home burnt CD with B&W photocopied cover to the fact that her revolutionary cadre were flying the Venezuelan flag upside down (which vaguely amused me). It was completely Wolfie Smith Peckham Popular Front Half-arsed. I honestly have never experienced a more geuine demonstration of the term “Useful Idiot” than the useful idiots demonstrating in the heart of the uber-capitalist shopping district of Newcastle during the start of the January sales.

This girl went on about how capitalism was enslaving people yet seemed oblivious to the shoppers going about their business in the middle of one of the most attractive city centres in England (as a Geordie I may be slightly biased but there is still some wonderful C18th architecture in Newcastle which was not flattened by the socialist T Dan Smith), a city-centre built entirely by capitalism.

It was a strange interlude made all the stranger by the fact that she admitted that the (incorrectly hung) Venezuelan flags were a bit out of date because apparently Chavez has added an extra star recently and the Geordie Commies hadn’t yet managed to secure the purchase of the new flag on EBay. I said, isn’t Ebay a little capitalist? She said, “Well yes but at least our Cuban flag is really from Cuba and therefore a proper socialist flag”. I dunno whether it was a “socialist” flag or not. It looked like Nylon to me.

As I said, it was all very odd. She seemed a really nice girl. She seemed so genuinely to want to fight injustice and make the world a better place. Well, I guess she’s still young and she might learn. Except one thing makes me think she might not. One think makes me think she suffers from a bizarre inability to see truth and reason. In my conversation with this girl she frequently spoke about “the people” but saw no contradiction between that and her obvious atavistic hero-worship of Fidel, Kim and Chavez.

How can a truly socialist system be based upon such blatant idolatry? How can a People’s Democratic Republic be run by a “President for Life”? What kind of mind can see these two things as being compatible? I mean, seriously, doesn’t a government either have to be for the people, of the people and by the people or else be a despotic clique or the fiefdom of a quasi-divine Dear Leader who is worshipped like a God by atheists?

Or, in short, don’t you have to be a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic in order to be a socialist?

I passed by Grey’s Monument a couple of times later that day while shopping. The first time, they were doing “Geordie Rap” about globalisation (which was just as dreadful as it sounds – think of the kind of sounds Ant & Dec would make if they were being given electric shocks to the genitals) and the second time they’d buggered off – but then the wind had got up a bit by then and it was raining.”

Someone should tell Communists and Socialist that the war is over.  Damn, if us Nationalists are beaten with the Nazi yardstick, how the heck can an ideology that starved, shot and enslaved to death hundreds of millions of souls in multiple nations across the globe be applauded so?

The world is an ass.