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Now where have I heard that ‘song’ before?

By Mike Cunningham On September 11th, 2014 at 12:25 pm

If the varied and various headlines published over the past few days, and indeed weeks are anything to go by, the Scottish Referendum should be viewed as a complete change in British Politics. The ‘Independence’ claims of ‘Freedom’ and ‘self-rule’ are there in plenty, as well as the undertones, always evident from the Celtic fringe, of a release from the servitude of centuries, of a forced bow towards Westminster, of having to be allowed to spend tax-payers money which stems from the wealth stemming from Scots oil and gas. Much more has been written, and spoken, by the Scots ‘Yes’ campaign, but all along the, the same theme emerges from these Scots politicians; ‘Trust us, and we shall deliver you and Scotland towards the Elysian Fields, and it will not cost you anything’!

Much the same thing, but on a much more negative note, comes from the speeches of the ‘No’ campaign; more dire warnings from a bunch of politicians and observers gathered together, for expediency purposes, under their ‘No Thanks’ banner. We hear of the terrible things which may befall the Scots, if they decide to ‘go it alone’, and even of the very voice of the Prime Minister ‘breaking’ with true emotion as he implores the Scottish voters to believe him and his confreres in the ‘No’ camp; whilst at the same time asking those same Scottish voters to forget that he shares the same platform with the Labour leader, a bitter enemy, and the Lib-Dim leader, another bitter enemy, but one wrapped in the colours of a Coalition.

But amidst all the clamour, the many and varied promises of a collective bunch of Politicians whom, we are justly remembering, are the same bunch who promised all those things which never came to pass, because they will never, ever, contemplate changing from the ‘status quo ante’; meaning, literally, the same as was before.

Commentators, and there are many of us, despair of being offered a true change, of a movement away from the deadly boredom of Government by Party politics, of the incessant pleas for this special treatment for a small category, or that ‘exception’ to the rules for the rest of us.

If one of the Parties: now scrambling to attempt to undo the catastrophic decisions which came forth after the totally stupid and cowardly ‘Devolution’ schemes of the early Blair/New Labour years, when the paths towards a Scottish ‘Independence’ were first cast in Legislation: had actually presented any new ideas, any faint traces of a proper ‘Democracy’; of changes which would form a Government which reacted to what the People wanted; instead of ramming through policies based on Party dogma, many would have applauded and made those changes work. But the big problem is that, in order to effect those changes, the Party politicians, together with the bulk of the invisible but powerful ‘Inner Government’ which is actually what the Whitehall Civil Service actually is, would have to give up power, and themselves be subject to the considered ‘whims’ of the people who gave their votes, and allowed the parasites in power to milch the public purse unto the tenth generation!

What is not evident, but still present, are the facts that one bunch of the ‘Old Elite’ are attempting to wrest power from the rest of the ‘Old Elite’; with not a new thought, or idea, or proposal amongst the lot of them! If you mention, even in passing, the Harrogate Solution, all you would probably get would be “Whats Harrogate got to do with it”?

 

Frankenstein Salmon

By Mike Cunningham On August 6th, 2014 at 9:34 am

 

My headline is not, unfortunately, a coded attack on Scotland’s mouthy First Minister and his compound delusions of grandeur regarding his grand vision(s) for Independence for his small Country; more famous for hairy knees and/or whisky than common sense political thought. But it is a commentary upon a political decision, made mainly by politicians in a complicated entanglement with big business, and crop bio-engineering in particular. I am referring to the decision, made against some 99% of public opinion, to allow small-scale trials of a ‘false flax’ plant which has been genetically-modified to produce an oil similar to Omega-3, an oil found only in certain types of fish. These scientists, who are of course heavily subsidised by the big GM companies, state that this modified plant, because it now will produce a fish-oil, should and would be fed to farmed salmon to make them healthier, with a higher rate of Omega-3 within their flesh, which would make it a healthier product for people to purchase.

We are assured that everything has been thought through; everything has and will be tested to the ultimate degree, there will be no cover-ups, all will be out in the open, there is absolutely nothing for the sceptical public to worry about.

S’funny, really; that is just what was said when this drug was placed on the pharmacy market-shelf  as firstly a sedative with no side-effects whatsoever, then as the wonder-drug for women who were suffering from pregnancy morning sickness, and let us remember what happened with that little episode!

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So nothing to worry about with GM foods, or scientifically modified crops then?

Which does pose the question why the entire shindig is being produced behind ten-foot high barbed wire fences, and protected by guards with alsatian attack-dogs?

 

Closed shop? Or closed minds?

By Mike Cunningham On July 21st, 2014 at 9:19 am

Here’s hoping that an enlarged hard-copy of this article by Owen Paterson, the now former Environment Secretary is securely fixed in a prominent position in No. 10 Downing Street’s Cabinet Room.

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Of course, it would never happen, as the present occupant of No. 10, besides thinking that sacking good politicians and replacing them with allegedly-well-dressed women will ensure his own re-election as Tory leader and Prime Minister; has his own reasons for the sacking of this hugely-popular politician, whose crimes, as far as I can tell, are to stand up to so-called environmental pressure groups, chop the lunatic policies of the bent quango-crat Chris Smith regarding not dredging rivers which have been dredged for decades; and instigate the cull of disease-ridden badgers so that our dairy herds may live free of tuberculosis.

Those whom the gods wish to destroy….

By Mike Cunningham On May 29th, 2014 at 10:53 am

anenoch12I place, without editing of any form, the text of one of the  most famous, and also probably the most fulminated-against and distorted, speeeches ever made in modern British politics. It was of course the speech made by Enoch Powell, possessor of one of the finest and honourable minds and characters ever to have graced the benches of Parliament, in which he foretold of the catastrophe, as he saw it, of the oncoming floods of black and brown immigrants  from Commonwealth countries. He also spoke out against the proposal to join the then European Economic Community, also foreseeing the turmoil generated by a group whose sole purpose was to minimise the role of Nation-States against the power of an unelected and unaccountable bureacracy, which is exactly what we have today.

Powell’s only errors, as far as I can see, was firstly to stress the ‘foreign-ness’ of the Carribean migrants national culture, whilst forgetting the simple truth that the one item which sets apart a good 50% of the migrants from the East of the Commonwealth were of a religion which demands obedience, which preaches bloody revolution where it does not hold sway in the minds of the majority; and demands that all bow before its statements that their God is the One God, and those who do not worship that God, and agree with the words and actions of its prophet, should be destroyed. His second mistake was not understanding that the EEC was possibly the more dangerous of the two proposals which he spoke against so stridently, as with the morphing of the EEC into what is now nearly the United States of Europe, with governance in all areas given over to a bunch of proto-Nazis in plain-clothes, hiding behind the subterfuge of the bureaucracy of the EU Commission, but just as rigid in their goals of domination over 500 million Europeans.

 

This is the full text of Enoch Powell’s so-called ‘Rivers of Blood’ speech, which was delivered to a Conservative Association meeting in Birmingham on April 20 1968.

The supreme function of statesmanship is to provide against preventable evils. In seeking to do so, it encounters obstacles which are deeply rooted in human nature.

One is that by the very order of things such evils are not demonstrable until they have occurred: at each stage in their onset there is room for doubt and for dispute whether they be real or imaginary. By the same token, they attract little attention in comparison with current troubles, which are both indisputable and pressing: whence the besetting temptation of all politics to concern itself with the immediate present at the expense of the future.

Above all, people are disposed to mistake predicting troubles for causing troubles and even for desiring troubles: “If only,” they love to think, “if only people wouldn’t talk about it, it probably wouldn’t happen.” Read the rest of this entry »

“You look underneath that UKIP facade…………..

By Mike Cunningham On May 27th, 2014 at 5:05 pm

……………………………………and you see something pretty nasty and unpleasant,”

So sayeth Tony Blair, the true voice of Labour as well as both Conservatives and the LibDums.

British people tend to speak as they find, and I, in particular, tend to speak out possibly more often and perhaps more robustly than many. I have watched many politicians on tv screens, and heard many more by radio, and I can honestly state that I have come across few more deeply unpleasant and self-serving that the man who led the British Labour Party for some thirteen years.

The old-style Labour movement, despite opposing their strategies, politics and divisive actions for most of my adult life, held a strange fascination for me.  The Labour politicians of my youth had integrity by the bucket-full, the word ‘honesty’ must have been invented to categorise the Labour believers, and; despite being diametrically opposed to the very idea of Socialism, and of course Marxism and Communism, from which most of the Labour Party gained a great deal of their core beliefs and structures, I found that they could be depended upon to follow their words with deeds, and they never disappointed the millions who followed, and believed in them, as both politicians and as men of their word.

Take a close, measured look at the crop which inherited the legacy after the sudden and unfortunate death of John Smith, a man of integrity, of honesty and of truth, and then judge them on their  words and follow their deeds. The age of the ‘spin-doctor’ arrived with their weasel words, their smooth and subtle demolitions of their opponents, both inside as well as outside, their beloved Labour Party. The by-line of the Labour Party morphed from ‘We shall serve the Nation” to ‘Things can only get better’, and if you believed that, you’d believe anything. From the dodgy double dealings of Blair’s sidekick Peter Mandelson, who sold the Hinduja Brothers their British passports for a measly half-million quid each, throught the machinations of Blair and Hain and the travesty of the Belfast Agreement; to the sordid sexual antics of ‘bluff John Prescott’, he of the Deputy Prime Minister’s title and the revolving office door and stained desk. It is true that no-one could aim any sexual innuendo at Blair, but only because his barbed-wire-lipped wife would probably have castrated him if he had ever strayed off the reservation.

His policy of nodding in tune with Bush, whilst valid in the case of a truly criminal bunch in Afghanistan, led us into the catastrophe which was Iraq, and we all know what happened there. His Defence policies, of never planning and providing the right equipment for a war undreamed by the planners, gave rise to a new industry back home in Britain, that of manufacturing and devising hi-tech artificial limbs to replace those blown off by ever-more sophisticated roadside bombs.

The strategies of leaving the migration door wide open has left us with a million-odd strong army of ‘jihadi’ volunteers, as well as the lunacies of the forerunners to the Lisbon Treaty which not only left the doors ever wider, the damn hinges rusted away, as the floods of Polish and hundreds of thousands of all varieties of African, Bandladeshi, Asian and Arabic jetsam washed up on our shores; all of whom were immediately designated ‘asylum seekers’: and we live with the garbage even today, with the recent arrival of the Roma, the Bulgars and the rest of the squalid clowns all eager to demonstrate their ability to sign on for all the welfare available! By the deliberate policies of Blair and his cohorts, the very face of Britain has been visibly altered, and we cannot do anything about it!

After he finally saw the light, and left us with that true no-hoper Gordon Brown, who held the distinction of being disliked by everybody; he swans off around the world, giving lectures and speeches to the faithful, the bankers and the odd dictator or two, and making a fortune estimated in the millions whilst doing so.

Blair labels those British people who voted  or stand for UKIP as unpleasant; but I ask you, has this slippery bastard ever looked in a mirror?

 

Me? Violent? Just hold these brass knuckles so I may answer truthfully

By Mike Cunningham On May 12th, 2014 at 2:36 pm

UKIP leader Nigel Farage stated:=

The Ukip leader said that repeated attempts by political opponents to disrupt his public meetings have forced him to hire bodyguards.He also suggested that the attempts to silence him were linked to senior Labour Party figures.
In a BBC interview, Mr Farage said that his personal security has been threatened by supporters of UAF and another campaign group, Hope Not Hate.
He said: “Sadly, we have a couple of organisations out there headed up by senior Labour Party figures, who purport to be against fascism and extremism [and] who have acted in a violent way more than once. I’m perfectly happy for them to come to my meetings and have an argument with me but it’s not so much fun when they’re banging you over the head with banners.”

Doreen Lawrence, is the Honorary President of ‘Unite against Fascism’ .

The campaign group lists Lady Lawrence, a Labour peer, as one of its honorary presidents and says she has been a regular supporter and attendee at its meetings. However, Lady Lawrence insisted she was not closely involved with the group.

Asked about Mr Farage and UAF, Baroness Lawrence said: “I am not the president and I don’t really have a lot to do with the organisation.”

Speaking at her home in south London, she added that she had been to a couple of the organisation’s events a long time ago, and did not wish to comment on Mr Farage’s claims.

Yes, she definitely looks as though she is uninvolved with the UAF,

 

There’s nothing like a good headline!

By Mike Cunningham On January 23rd, 2014 at 11:54 am

As a female character in the excellent American political series ‘The West Wing’ observed, “There we see, once more, the very idea of how women seeking an abortion were treated, their very ideals being blocked and legislated by a group of old, white men.” ( I may have reported the quote incorrectly, but I hope you get the general drift) She was complaining about the fact that in American politics, an event could well only happen after much heartache and soul-searching, an event which is particular to women alone, whether to keep a baby full-term, or whether to abort that foetus, an action which is, in some eyes and minds at least being tantamount to murder: was being discussed and measured in political terms by an all-male fraternity.

However, I do not write this morning about the why’s and wherefore’s of either abortion or American political ideals; but rather of how British politicians, or rather male politicians, looked upon their duties, perks and privileges in the past, and more pertinently, in the present. You all will no doubt have noticed and read of the political travails of Lord Rennard, a Peer who has long been a permanent fixture in the higher councils of the Liberal Democrats’ Party here in Great Britain.  Virtually unknown outside the small LibDem circles in which he swims, he is credited with planning many of the LibDem electoral triumphs as he has, in certain eyes, a very keen political mind. Unfortunately for Rennard, he also has held on to many of, shall we say, the less savoury characteristics of men of his upbringing when it comes to the treatment of women, especially those who have to work in close proximity to this character. Apparently, he mastered the art of the suggestive leer, the sly stroke of the leg , the literal brush against the breast, the subtle harassment of women of all ages working in the main LibDem offices, secure in the knowledge that, as he was their boss, a powerful and influential man, and a Peer of the Realm, there would never be any complaint.

For many years, he continued in this fashion, making at least four women, and probably many more besides, fearful and uncomfortable in his presence, until, as a backlash to a different scandal, he resigned over his exposure to the expenses scandal. At that time blogger Guido posted that the Cowley street office (LibDem H.Q.) female workers were overjoyed, and the tales commenced leaking and then flooding ever since.

Little Lord Rennard was silenced, but only for a while; but he carried on in the background, and was welcomed back, because he really has a formidable political mind. Unfortunately for the portly Peer, times had moved on, and he soon found out that modern, liberated women were not going to put up with the fumbling and stroking which was part of his suggestive repertoire. Allegations of inappropriate behaviour surfaced, and despite a QC stating that a prosecution for sexual harassment would be unlikely to proceed, the rumours blasted away.

The headlines say it all nowadays, with Rennard suspended for ‘bringing the LIbDem Party into disrepute’; although how any Political Party can deny being disreputable is beyond me. Our portly Peer isn’t grinning quite so much these days, and his Party Leader, Cleggy himself, is trying to get him to resign so as to get him, and of course the Lib-dims, out of these terrible headlines! Good luck with that, mate!

 

and here is my C.V.

By Mike Cunningham On January 17th, 2014 at 3:43 pm

Whilsts scanning through the news, I came upon this piece which stated that the West Midlands Deputy Police & Crime Commissioner owned a house on the ‘infamous’ James Turner street.

Now how she spends (our) her money is her business, one supposes, but, being curious, decided to check on her qualifications to act as the deputy overseer of West Midlands Police, and I came upon this small treasure-trove:-

Yvonne was formerly Vice Chair of West Midlands Police Authority, where she served on several committees, including as Chair of the Personnel Committee and Vice Chair of the Equalities Committee.  Yvonne also represented West Midlands Police Authority at the national Association of Police Authorities

Her other previous experience includes serving as Chief Executive to ACTIVE, Chief Executive Action Trust and Legacy Publications Producer and Publisher of educational material.  She has served as: Crisis Intervention Manager for Community Advocacy Support & Advice Organisation; Common Purpose Graduate, Director Birmingham Education and Training Academy and Chair of the Service Providers Network, Chair of the Council of Black Led Churches (112 Churches), advisor on the Interfaith Religious Board, Chair of the Birmingham Women’s Enterprise Development Agency and co-coordinator of two Supplementary School projects  Additional experience has included serving as: Commissioner of the Legal Services Commission and representative for Initiatives of Change which is a world-wide organisation promoting respect and peace.

Says volumes!

A timely celebration

By Mike Cunningham On January 1st, 2014 at 5:04 pm

These days, I never bother to watch all the fireworks, the false joy, the uninhibited imbibing of lots and lots of booze as the minutes click down to New Years Day. From the Petronas Towers, after the Harbour Bridge, through the truly-offensive celebrations in PyongYang and money-is-no-object splash around the Burj-al-Jumeirah, the fireworks flashed and cracked in a celebration. A celebration of what; exactly? The end of one year, the beginning of another? The passing of one second, as opposed to the one before or next?

I, along with most, wish family members a Happy New Year, whilst at least hoping that things, emergencies, family and health issues, are kept on an even keel. Again, along with most, I hope that we muddle along, in the manner in which the British quietly excel, at making the best of what we are allowed by our masters. I will continue to make a thorough nuisance of myself at the full County Council meetings, asking questions and holding to account the Labour majority which rules in County Durham almost by hereditary fiat.

There is, however, one happening, one remembrance which is, in my own estimation, worthy of a small pause for contemplation; this being the day, some seventy-five years ago when the British Government gave formal sanctuary to some ten thousand Jewish children who became the Kindertransport. The British Government had literally no idea of the fate which would befall their parents, along with the other 6 million-odd victims of Nazi Germany, but something, something strange occurred to move an Administration and a Government which was quietly partly anti-semitic itself. Letters of concern such as this (second icon on the left) may have helped, but no-one really knows what moved a Government, through its bureaucracy, to announce a not-very-welcoming messsage to those ten thousand that they could come over, as long as they were no burden on the taxpayer.

 

Florence used by the Machine

By Mike Cunningham On December 7th, 2013 at 7:26 pm

The Prime Minister has sent out his official Christmas card, and how charming it is. It shows him and Samantha with their adorably pretty three-year-old daughter Florence Rose Endellion Cameron. You can see she’s pretty because her face is not pixelated. Let me explain. DowningStreet has sent out ferocious letters to newspaper editors explaining that photos of Mr Cameron’s children must on no account be published unless their faces are pixelated. In the same breath, however, it invites the media to reproduce Florence’s face prominently – in a Christmas card photo that bears no sign of photoshopping at all. Well, unless you count the suspicious disappearance of one of Dave’s chins, but I could be wrong about that.

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Using an innocent child for political ends…..Yes, he really is a true Leader.