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Sign Here!

By Mike Cunningham On December 2nd, 2013 at 11:55 am

As I wrote before:-

Sign on the line, and keep Syria’s crap out of the UK, we have enough of our own!

Tell all your friends, colleagues, mates; whoever. Let’s speak as one, for a change, and tell Cameron that not only do we not want to bomb Syria, we don’t want  to import any deadly rubbish either!



Why; not who?

By Mike Cunningham On November 26th, 2013 at 10:01 am

We are told that Helen Grant MP, the Sports Minister, failed completely when asked to answer five questions about sport posed by a television reporter.

As to Mrs. Grant’s knowledge or expertise in her somewhat strange Department, all I would ever state is that, until her name came up whilst reading the Telegraph’s Morning briefing, there were only two items that I remembered pertinent to this nonentity. One was that she attempted to alter an employee’s contract so he was only able to claim 2 weeks instead of 26 weeks sick pay. The second was that she claims the maximum for rentinmg a flat in Central London, but has a big house just nineteen miles away.

Was she nominated for Westminster because she was a former judo champion, or because she was a solicitor; or more likely because she was an A-lister, female and black?


Yes, I know, but the blood wipes off easily!

By Mike Cunningham On November 15th, 2013 at 9:41 am


There seems to be ‘shock’ as well as ‘horror’ when Dave Cameron briefly shakes hands with the leaders of Ceylon (Sri Lanka), despite the ‘well-known’ human rights, or rather the lack of human rights, in respect of the Tamil minority of that island.

Whatever the ‘rights’ or wrongs of the Sri Lankan political leadership, it must be accepted that they do subject themselves to democratic choice in a vote, and they do seem to be wildly popular. Popular  partly because they beat the Tamil terrorist uprising, and hammered them flatter than a nail’s head, but popular, nevertheless.

Personally, I am not concerned whether our Prime Minister shakes some politician’s hand or not; after all, he has shaken Martin McGuinness’ hand, so he can’t be accused of being choosey. If you shake one murderer’s hand, you may as well shake another.

Join me, there is plenty of room

By Mike Cunningham On November 10th, 2013 at 11:18 am

Sir, – One of the alleged benefits of living in what likens itself to a democracy is the undoubted right to question the elected representatives of that democracy, whether local, or national.

If your query is to your MP, you may write an email, or a letter; you may even wish to speak personally at a constituency surgery. It is, unfortunately, impossible to speak to Parliament itself, as the numbers would overwhelm everyone; as there are around 50 million voters, and each one has his or her own views on everything.

But it is possible, indeed welcomed, to ask questions of our local county council; as I found out by scrutinising its website, meeting minutes and so on, and found that there is a special time set aside for the public to ask questions of their elected representatives and council executive. But it is indeed a strange thing to relate that, certainly in the last two years, seemingly the only person to pitch up and ask questions of this assembly is myself.

All you have to do is scrutinise published council documentation, and believe me there is plenty to go around; and if you find something that concerns you, or worries you, or even relieves you, you can stand up and be counted, and read it on Item No. 5.

You have to write, or e-mail, your questions early, but that is perhaps because they wish time to ready their responses, but responses they must give. Check it out, it really is fun!

I’ll be there next month at Durham County Hall again, possibly being congratulatory, possibly being politely obnoxious – why don’t you join me?

MIKE CUNNINGHAM Gilesgate, Durham

R.I.P. to a great idea

By Mike Cunningham On October 30th, 2013 at 7:29 pm


In memory of a fine ideal, a great proposal which came to a sustainable fruition; a place of succour and of a mindset which sought to provide the dignity of work for those who could not stand as tall as the norm. Rendered useless and brought down by unthinking, penny-pinching bureaucrats and bloody politicians in search of the alleged saving  in an age of so-called austerity and invisible, illusory cuts.

There were true families who served in those workplaces, with the definition of ‘family’ as a group of people tied tightly by either blood or common ground, and many have worked, fruitfully and gainfully, for decades.

The last workplace of Remploy closed tonight!


The missing headline.

By Mike Cunningham On October 16th, 2013 at 10:33 am

In a review of newspaper headlines this morning, I note the following:-

  • Comments on the alleged shut-down of America; or not, as the case may be
  • The Home Secretary in a row over who said what about some other lying politician who refused to dismount his bike whilst leaving Downing St.
  • Caroline Lucas gets her name up through her ‘fracking’ arrest.
  • Lots of chatter about some weird football game and trophy.
  • More talk about Jimmy Savile, and how he got away with everything.
  • A New Zealand novelist winning a literary prize.
  • Crisis, once more, in the NHS Mental Health services.
  • No strike in Grangemouth, Union backs down!
  • Mark Duggan executed whilst holding gun which strangely enough, subsequently appeared over thirty yards from car.
  • Iran’s nuclear ambitions continue, as do the ‘talks’.
  • Labour Party female MP defends decision to pose topless when 15 years old…”I needed money for some clothes!”


abritsoldierBut strangely enough the number 445 does not feature prominently in most news organisations web screens. Is it an important number? Yes, I believe it is, because it tells the story of how a bunch of weaselling, lying politicians failed our Armed Services in the worst possible way, and how they continue to lie, which is why yet one more British soldier’s blood garnishes the sands and soil of an ungrateful Afghanistan.

My father served in the British Army throughout WW2, as did many thousands more. My uncle died in Northern France days after D-Day, and thousands more Allied troops died after him in the weeks and months that followed. But they, the living and the sadly-dead, fought  in a just cause, to defeat the Nazi war machine of Adolf Hitler. As the late King George VI said in his famous speech on the day war was declared, ‘Such a principle, stripped of all disguise, is surely the mere primitive doctrine that might is right ‘, and the politicians, who guided our Nation and our Armed Forces through the storm to fight against the very nature of the Nazi machine, were worthy of that task.

Compare them with the bunch of weasels in charge now, and then determine if we are still well served!


If you bomb us, shall we not bleed?

By Mike Cunningham On October 6th, 2013 at 3:42 pm

I am no fan of Nick Griffin, but I reckon he has as much right as anyone else to say and speak his mind.

So, did this letter, authored by this M.E.P. but sent by the Syrian Speaker and linked here, diminish or stop the threatened Allied bombing of Syria?

Ignore, as I do, the slightly strange references to the Zionists, but perhaps concentrate on his claims that his efforts helped stop a regional war.

My conclusion; Interesting; but also the silence which surrounds this speech says a great deal more than anything within the speech itself. No denunciation, no harsh words of condemnation from ITV, which strangely enough did not broadcast the speech which they recorded; nothing much from the BBC, which always says something, usually nasty, about that same BNP and its slightly wayward followers; the Guardian writes a more-than-slightly snide piece, but doesn’t comment on the speech at all: very interesting.

……..and now questions from the Public.

By Mike Cunningham On October 3rd, 2013 at 2:34 pm

My political beliefs were shaped, as most of the ‘thinking’ British minority were, by a combination of my parents’ thoughts and beliefs, our own lives and lifestyles when young, my education, both in terms of formal education and the harder terms of life in the real world, as well as exposure to that same wider world. My maternal grandparents were forced to flee from their Northern Ireland home by sectarian bigotry in the early 1920’s; my father was literally shunned by his own Northern Irish farming neighbours because he volunteered to serve in the British Army on the day after War was declared in 1939. My Dad was living in England, and as he said to my own Mother, ‘what sort of a man would not join up to serve and help a Country which had given him a job?’. He was automatically deferred from conscription by virtue of his birth in Northern Ireland, but would not countenance claiming that invulnerability! My father’s politics were Labour to the core, and he just could not understand how any son of his could favour any politics but his own brand, but at least he paid me the rare courtesy of stating that I had thought long and hard about the party and politics which I supported, and while he differed totally from my own beliefs, he recognised that we were alike in some measure.

My politics are right wing, as some, but not all the writers are who post on David’s blogsite espouse, and my own political heroes are well-known. Names such as Margaret Thatcher, Enoch Powell come to mind, as well as a (well-known to some) philosopher, political and economist theorist and Nobel Prize winner called Friedrich Hayek. His writings are dry and dusty, no Tom Clancy here, but  a definitive set of thoughts laid down which, if followed, might lead to a revival of responsible capitalism which would drown, forever, the sluggish gloop of a Socialism espoused and in fact demanded by the likes of Ed Milliband, truly a worthy successor to his Marxist father Ralph.  I have seen the true face of Socialism, and the Communist’s Workers’ Paradise in action, and it was not a pretty sight. Four times we berthed in Constanta, Romania, and every time, we saw the truly downtrodden in action, with the dock-workers treated akin to slave labour, and the only perks going to the privileged few.

I have taken a renewed interest in local politics recently, and after studying in grim and exhaustive detail a series of Council Minutes, Annual Reports and multitudinous documents all filled to bursting point with Diversity, and Equality, and everything short of the old Stalinist five-year-plans; I have unearthed, through my previous knowledge of how business is actually run and written-up, a couple of really doozy questions concerning literally millions of pounds-worth of waste and bad judgement during the bad management of our own local Council, naturally enough Labour-dominated because we still live, despite the passage of many decades, in the old-style ‘Rotten Borough’ where seats are handed down to the chosen few, and votes are weighed, not counted!

So, as I stated, I will ask my questions, and hopefully hear a satisfactory reply or two from either an Executive Officer or a Council Cabinet member, but I am not allowed to ask a further question on that subject, or to debate anything at all, because we might have ‘Democracy’, but not that much.

No, no, never; no never, no more….

By Mike Cunningham On September 8th, 2013 at 10:18 am


So its not all bad news this morning, anyway!


start soul-searching? Bollocks!

By Mike Cunningham On August 30th, 2013 at 1:52 pm

The great debate is said to be commencing about Britain’s role in the world, and how wrong it was not to let Our Dave bomb Syria, even from a safe distance.

Allow me to place a few facts before the ATW audience, and see if you can agree with me that this isn’t the end of the world; isn’t the start of decay in our innermost souls; isn’t a sign that we are done for.

We are a trading nation, and our Armed Forces have always been committed to the protection of British interests around the world. One of the very few times when we went to war outside of those somewhat narrow confines is when we acted on Treaty obligations, and committed ourselves to a war against Hitler’s Germany; and it wasn’t until the war was nearly over did we begin to realise how lucky the world was that we did decide to fight. When the Death Camps were uncovered, when the long lists of those gassed, shot, poisoned or otherwise literally exterminated in the first tabulated Genocidal acts were seen by an angry world, Nuremberg was inevitable.

We should look and listen critically to the words of Chancellor Osborne, when he stated that, because we are a trading nation, we had a duty to intervene in a ‘civil war’; We have no trade with Syria, mainly because we have instituted sanctions against that unhappy country. The ONLY country in the immediate neighbourhood which is worthwhile signing a contract with is Israel, a democratic Nation which owes its very existence to a Britain who, despite or perhaps because of an Arab-oriented and very anti-semitic Foreign Office, finagled the Balfour Declaration into the first Jewish State. The rest of the Arabic crescent of so-called Nation-states, a ghastly rubble of despotic monarchs and ill-hidden military or religion-sodden dictatorships, aren’t worth bothering about, or risking a single British life to defend. The so-called Arab Emirates, another clutch of sandy despots, have oil, sun, sand and so-called holiday resorts; but try getting pissed just away from the main drag, or having a quick fumble with your girlfriend whilst not being married, and you will soon find out what they think of British attitudes. We are still attempting to extricate ourselves from the blood-soaked sands of Afghanistan, another dump where we may have been right to enter, but we should have got out one hell of a sight sooner that we are.

Yes, we are a trading nation, but we live in age when disputes are solved within civilized surroundings, within organizations such as the United Nations, ineffective though that rag-bag of territorial clowns might sometimes be. Our Armed forces are there to protect our people, and those we have stated that are under our protection by means of blood-ties, such as the Falklands, or even tiny Gibraltar. We have no right to state what is acceptable within a bloody civil war, partly because we did not put up much of an argument when America was dosing Laos and North Vietnam with Agent Orange, or wave our hands in horror when the F-105’s slammed their napalm down on the Vietcong and the Vietnamese alike. We didn’t say much about Georgia, when Russia came swanning in to carve out a big slice; mainly because it was none of our bloody business.

The Syrian war is a sad and bloody business, but it is their business; not ours: and we should spend very little time worrying about a truly sensible Parliamentary decision to stay the hell out of a shit-storm, especially when it ain’t our shit!