Said the Prime Minister, whilst crossing both sets of fingers behind his back:-

I want to help the Syrian opposition to succeed and my argument is this: yes, there are elements of the Syrian opposition that are deeply unsavoury, that are very dangerous, very extremist, and I want nothing to do with them

But there are elements of the Syrian opposition who want to see a free, democratic, pluralistic Syria that respects the rights of minorities, including Christians, and we should be working with them.

He warned supporters of President Bashar Assad to turn their backs on their leader or face “a day of reckoning” for their involvement.

We shall be striving to separate the ‘Good, Bad & Ugly’ before arming the chosen ones with ground-to-air missiles; and they all will have to promise, and ‘cross-their-hearts-and-hope-to-die’ not to sell these extremely sophisticated weapons on to jihadi groups who wish to do a ‘Woolwich’ on a slightly larger scale; he said.

Now all he has to do is lie convincingly enough to get a vote through Parliament; and he is ready to do a ‘Tony Bliar’ on Syria.

What is it with Eton-educated clowns which make them want to interfere with an Arabic dispute, between Arabs of varying sects, with the future promise of lots more bloodshed for anyone who wants to stick their soldiers’ noses into a war which is really none of their business?

 

Never again let a man in love with himself and his image; a man who cannot even comprehend that he, and he alone, is responsible for everyone aboard his ship; command a cruise ship holding thousands of people. A ‘Captain’ who hazards his ship, along with over four thousand lives, because he wants to give passengers, or his girlfriend, the ‘thrill of a lifetime’! A supposed ‘Captain’ who does not even know that less than half his crew knows what to do in an Emergency, and virtually none of the passengers.

Is there anyone who actually believes that this selection of ‘pond-life’ actually perform as advertised?

This post takes quite a few words to undertake a demolition job on the Looney-Toons (otherwise known as Tony Blair’s sister-in-law).

Al they had to do really was print her name, and what she says, or believes, or suspects about the Boston bombings is then held up against what we already know about this strange demented woman, and that’s all that is necessary.

Alongside most people who look upon the world from a right-wing perspective, I have always taken the BBC for what it is; which is an institution populated and dominated by Left-wing and creepily liberal minds, bound by Charter to be independent, but seeking always to inculcate its audience towards its own ‘common purpose’ mindset. But I have always also believed that some of the finest journalism and exposure documentaries have also made their way onto the BBC screens and airwaves, mainly because you cannot always keep the talent from making a solid programme. But I now feel that the BBC has not only overstepped the line in terms of deceit in  pursuit of a story, but also placed unsuspecting students in grave danger from the most oppressive regime in this world.

Allow me to explain. BBC Panorama producers were desperate to obtain good solid footage of life as it is ‘lived’ within the paradise which is the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea. As all foreign reporters are barred from entering the People’s Paradise, they forged official documentation to state that John Sweeney and two colleagues were on the teaching staff of the London School of Economics, and so joined a students tour of DPRK organised by the LSE’s Grimshaw Club. During their stay in the dictatorship, Sweeney was continually called ‘Professor’ by the North Korean guides and military minders.

The BBC’s Sweeny writes of his experiences in the Mail today, and brushes away his lunacy with false documents by writing ‘North Korea doesn’t allow journalists here so I’m going in with a group of holidaymakers.’!

Just imagine what would have been the fate of the unsuspecting, and probably rather naive students from the LSE’s  Grimshaw Club if the regime had discovered that three of the party were actually engaged in making a documentary for BBC Panorama?

I wanted to go to my home after my sister committed suicide, and I was told by my mother that I was not allowed to be seen near the house, that I was not welcome at the funeral; and that I must realise that, to my father, my mother and my family; I was dead.

These were the words of a young, well-educated Indian woman who espoused the Sikh faith, broadcast when she was the ‘castaway’ on Desert Island Discs. She had been told at the age of eight that she was to marry a man whom she had never seen, because it was the wish of her family, and when she ran away from home at the age of fourteen, she was disowned and shunned. She has since gained a first-class education, started a charity which campaigns against so-called honour killings, which are of course simply murders by another name, and married the man of her own choosing.

But the first record she chose was some Indian ‘pop’ production which reminded her of her father, and of the ‘culture’ in which she had grown up. The same culture which applauds the murder of a child who rebels against the ‘honour culture’. The same ‘culture’ which forced her sister into suicide.

I just do not understand the mindset of these people!

Perhaps yet another chance of diminishing the  high percentage of f**><”"ing idiots who pollute the British gene pool goes begging!

 

All depends if your stomach is strong enough!

We have many problems in this Country of ours. If you would allow me a few minutes of your time, I would endeavour to highlight a few; not obviously all, of course, that might take all day.

We could begin with the overburden of the State’s Machinery by which it purports to govern us, and if you check out this spreadsheet, you could begin to understand how much of our cash goes into the ever-open jaws of Government. Just by printing that same spreadsheet out, and then sticking a pin at random, there is much which is surplus, spendthrift or foolish.

We have an employment crisis on our hands, partly the result of ludicrous National and Local Government policies, partly because we are tied into the Eurozone, and there ain’t much business with the bulk of Europe. Too much of our manufacturing has been exported to Asia & China, and once the factories disappear, they never come back. Our expertise and endeavour, in so many areas, has been sold down the river for a song, and the same applies to our Utilities. The profits from our Water and Electricity bases, once our own to use as we saw fit, now disappear towards France and Germany.

Once the Armourer to the world, Great Britain doesn’t even have the capacity to produce ammunition for the rifles of the Army, not that we have so much of that particular human commodity any more, as we are busy getting rid of all the soldiers, and will be dependent upon the Territorials for 30% of Army manpower in two years time. The last tank factory is closing down, we hardly make warships any more, and as for the ludicrous state of play with two aircraft carriers, one of which will probably never sail; and there will be no aircraft to fly off the other one; so we shouldn’t really bother.

Let us turn to mass immigration, now that it is no longer ‘racist’ to even question why some five million people have been allowed to enter our porous borders, and examine why we cannot even get a Government with the balls to state ‘Stop; enough is enough!’? True, the vast majority of migrants wish to work hard and do well by their families; but deep within the five million we have allowed a sinister portion of our enemies to reside in our towns and cities, and they will never stop until they see their beloved Caliphate.

Our very Sovereignty has been handed over to a bunch of bureaucrats in Brussels, and no-one has even bothered to ask us if we mind!  Eighty-odd percent of our Law now emanates from Europe, and once an EU Directive is passed, usually by majority voting, we have to allow and follow those rules, no matter how daft they may be, because we don’t even control how we are governed any more!

The list could go on, and on, but I might bore you. So I will end by highlighting the one thing which has been grasped by influential minds as being a true emergency.

The Council for the Protection of Rural England is proposing a 5p surcharge on supermarket plastic bags, and her friend of  ‘Grumpy Old Women’ fame tries one better and states that charge should be £1.00. Just guess which of the myriad problems will be attacked first!

…Because you, the British taxpayer, who are providing two-thirds of the funds from ‘central government’ (in other words, taxpayers cash), 23 percent from the national lottery  (in other words, taxpayers cash) and the remaining 10 percent from London local authorities  (in other words, Council Taxpayers cash) are paying for this heap of garbage!