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By Pete Moore On September 26th, 2020 at 4:14 pm

It’s widely reported that President Trump will nominate Amy Coney Barrett today for the vacant Supreme Court seat. She is a Catholic. Not for the first time anti-Catholic bigotry will pour forth from the left. They never speak of muslims in prominent positions like this:

Assuming that it’s ACB, I think it’s a terrible choice. She is a mother of seven children and should be at home full time raising them. That’s the best thing she can do for her family.


By Pete Moore On September 26th, 2020 at 4:03 pm

The police officer who shot Jacob Blake seven times in the back has spoken. Recap: a woman called 911 to report a domestic. The police officers sent to the house were informed that there was an outstanding arrest warrant for Blake and that he had a violent past.

Police Officer Rusten Sheskey has told investigators that it wasn’t just his life he was defending when he fired his weapon seven times at Jacob Blake last month in Kenosha, Wisconsin. He said he used deadly force during the chaotic encounter because he was afraid Blake, while attempting to flee the scene, was trying to kidnap a child in the backseat of the vehicle.

“He’s got my kid. He’s got my keys,” Sheskey heard a woman say, according to attorney Brendan Matthews, who is representing the officer. If Sheskey had allowed Blake to drive away and something happened to the child “the question would have been ‘why didn’t you do something?'” Matthews said.

This came after Sheskey saw Blake put a child into the car. Blake was tased twice and, Sheskey says, he was armed with a knife. The officer was justified in using deadly force to prevent Blake from getting into the vehicle after multiple warnings and attempts to stop him.

Some will disagree. The question is what threshold, or what actions by Blake, would have justified using deadly force against him in their view.

Somethings you just have to love

By Patrick Van Roy On September 26th, 2020 at 3:44 am

What a week.  I thought after the bombshell developments about Senator Johnson about Hunter Biden’s overt corruption in the Ukraine would have been the headline of the week, but this I think even beats what’s happening.  The Clinton Foundation’s investigation has now morphed into a criminal probe by John Durham.  And why is this very important – because there have obviously been growing frustration with Huber’s investigation into the Clinton Foundation and his inability to get to the bottom of what exactly was going on. 

It’s the same case with Horowitz’s investigation into the FBI.  There were many questions that still remained after Horowitz.  And the reason they remain, just like they remained after Huber’s, and why this is so important this has morphed into Durham’s investigation is because Durham’s investigation is a criminal probe.

That means that Durham can force testimony.  He can issue subpoenas.  He can issue grand juries, to get to the bottom of exactly what these allegations about pay-to-play are all about and whether the ex-Secretary of State was involved or not.


By Pete Moore On September 25th, 2020 at 6:56 pm

Because Friday night is Music Night.

Another week done at the coalface of capitalism, don’t bother saving for Christmas. A duet this week. Whoever titled the video might not have realised that the other bloke was pretty good too. My goodness, even when he’s knocking on a bit and getting dressed in the dark (didn’t anyone tell him?!) Ray Charles was great. So great that I think he makes Willie Nelson sound a bit thin here. I have to say it, and I love Willie Nelson. But who cares, it’s a great song.

Have fun whatever you’re up to this weekend. As always, feel free to share your top sounds down below –


By Pete Moore On September 25th, 2020 at 5:11 pm

Tesco has become the latest supermarket to place limits on the number of items shoppers can buy, following a similar move by rival Morrisons.

It now has a three-items per customer limit on flour, dried pasta, toilet roll, baby wipes and some wet wipes.

The supermarkets are acting to prevent a repeat of the panic-buying that led to shortages in March.

The mind boggles. Two work colleagues have told me of bare shelves where pasta and bog roll should be in supermarkets. There isn’t even another lockdown and the nutters are in a panic again. A fuller list of new restrictions has been released:

Asda: Two hand sanitisers, four-packs of toilet rolls.

Tesco: One hand sanitiser, a pound of rice, four-pack of toilet rolls.

Waitrose: One lobster, Six quails eggs, ten ounces of foie gras, a bottle of Bollie.

Aldi: Two tins of beans, one pink sports bra, one mitre saw, two wet suits.


By Pete Moore On September 25th, 2020 at 4:49 pm

A long-serving police officer has been shot dead at Croydon Custody Centre in south London.

The male sergeant was shot in the chest before the suspect turned the firearm on himself, sources have told the BBC.

The man had been brought to the custody suite in a police vehicle and the shooting happened during questioning about Covid-19, the BBC was told […]

The victim, who has not been named, is thought to have been a few weeks away from retirement and was described as “one of a kind” by a colleague […]

BBC Home Affairs correspondent Danny Shaw said it was believed the suspect – who is critically ill in hospital – was known to counter-terrorism police having been on their radar in the past, though the Met Police has not officially confirmed that.

Unfortunately the suspect is alive. The temptation to pull the plug on him must be overwhelming. It’s still relatively rare that British police officers are killed on duty, but attacks are rising. Officers have been badly let down by those above them. The top brass has jumped enthusiastically on the critical theory bandwagon, so officers are now taking a knee to racist protestors and painting rainbows on cars for homosexual parades. The Prime Minister and Home Secretary have been silent while rioters have torn down and defaced statues. The left continues to berate the police for stopping and searching likely suspects in high crime areas.

The attitude that officers are fair game is strongly on the rise. I’m surprised anyone signs up for the job any longer. Put one foot out of place, in a society increasingly populated by primitives who cannot stand our way of life, and lefty lawyers will chase you through the courts to ruin your life.

A Whole Lotta Rosie (Lee)

By Patrick Van Roy On September 25th, 2020 at 1:14 pm

Guest Post by Seimi

Some twenty years ago, I pulled up to the doors of a small community hall, in a townland somewhere in the wilds of Cork. It was a dark, blustery night and, although not cold, the threat of rain hung in the air, and my two colleagues and I were glad to have reached our penultimate destination for the day, having driven approximately 150 miles that day and chaired three meetings in various other parts of the county on the way. I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel after this meeting, exchange my suit for something less constrictive and enjoy a quiet pint or two before bed. 

Upon entering the hall, we were greeted by a small group of locals, headed by a little woman in her seventies, in a long tweed coat and matching hat. One of my colleagues had met her before, and greeted her warmly. She smiled at us each in turn, shook our hands and marvelled at the fact that I was from Belfast. The wonder of it! All the way from Belfast!

“You’ll take a cup of tea, before we begin,” she stated. Not asked. Stated. I took a deep breath. I had been warned about this, her nickname being ‘Cupán Tae’ – Cup of Tea.

“Máire,” I said ( for ‘twas her name) “I won’t, thank you. I don’t really like tea. Would you have any coffee?”

The world stood still. Máire stared at me for what seemed like a lifetime, as if, as Peter Kay might say, I had walked into her house on Christmas Day and pissed on her kids.

“You don’t…like…tea?” The words sounded alien, coming from her, as if she knew what they all meant, but had never heard them in this particular order before.

“You don’t like tea? She repeated, her mind struggling to make this concept take root in some dark recess.

“No,” I smiled sheepishly. “I’ve been to three meetings today already, and I was given tea at each of them. I drank it, to be polite, but I really don’t like it, and I wouldn’t want to start our first meeting by being dishonest to you and drinking tea I wouldn’t thank you for. I would thank you for some coffee though.”

This blatant buttering up seemed to do the trick, and she rallied magnificently, sending her minions scuttling off to every corner of the hall to locate coffee. They failed, and I made do with a glass of water, though she did have coffee for me a year later, when I next met her, but that’s another story.

I apologise for the rather long preface to this post, but I thought it a useful and appropriate anecdote to illustrate just how ingrained in the Irish – and even more so, the English – psyche, tea is. There isn’t a problem in the world, certainly not around Albert Square, which can’t be solved by a ‘nice cuppa tea.’ Irish people go to visit their neighbours for a ‘cup o’ tea in your hand.’ Every Irishman knows the right (and wrong) way to pour a good pint of Guinness, but the debate on how to make a proper cup of tea – milk in cup first or last; sugar in with the milk, before the milk, after the tea but before the milk; what is the correct colour etc etc – has raged for generations. There is an old Irish saying: Marbh le tae, marbh gan é – Dead from tea, dead without it. The Americans even got in on the act, although in their case it was in protest at the crippling taxes levied on the stuff. For over 150 years, the East India Company’s main business was in tea, not spices, and it was to help them financially that tea remained so heavily taxed in America following the repeal of the Townshend duties, which led to the events in Boston in December, 1773.


What discontents, what dire events,

From trifling things proceed?

A little Tea, thrown in the Sea,

Has thousands caused to bleed.


I recently re-read a book by the excellent Bill Bryson, in which he looked at the subject of tea and its history. Much of the following two paragraphs is gleaned from his work on the subject (though not plagiarised! One has one’s standards!) 

When it was first introduced (which we will look at shortly), some people were unsure what to do with tea. An English poet once wrote of a woman residing in the country, who was sent a packet of tea as a present from a friend in the city. This being her first time trying it, she invited her friends round, boiled up the leaves and served it to them, spread on bread with a little salt.

At the time, the vast majority of tea was imported from China, who jealously guarded the secrets of its growing and processing. Indeed, the punishment in some places for revealing these secrets was execution. But in the 1840s, an intrepid, and it must be said, extremely brave Scotsman named Robert Fortune, spent three years travelling around China, gathering just that information. He spoke none of the Chinese languages or dialects, but somehow got away with it, by always pretending to be from some distant province, where they spoke a different language.

Fortune’s work resulted in 20,000 tea plants being planted in India, and the rest is history. 

Most people have their favourite brands. I have committed several faux pas in Séimí Towers, once when I brought back from the shop what was, I was informed in no uncertain terms, an inferior brand, and another time when I, in a hotel, unwittingly added milk to a cup of Earl Grey tea (well I didn’t know it’s drunk black!)

It has taken me nigh on fifteen years, but I have perfected Herself’s tea. Very rarely will I bring her a cup which doesn’t meet with her approval. The problem with this is, I now make everyone else’s tea like hers, and everybody I know likes their tea differently. Some with so many sugars, the spoon stands up; some with the teabag left in; some who prefer it made just with leaves; some who only ask for the bag to be shown to the water – a medium-to-rare cup, if you will – which looks grey and weak: tea with the life scared out of it, as I like to call it. The point is, though, that because I don’t drink the stuff myself, I am only really guessing at how to properly make it.

But why all this talk of tea, you may, quite reasonably, ask? All this history and diverting anecdotes is dashed interesting, and all that, but what is the purpose? Well, I’ll tell you.

Today, September 25th, is a special day. On this day, 360 years ago, a young British naval officer called Samuel Pepys, wrote,

“And afterwards, I did send for a cup of tee (a China drink) of which I never had drank before.”

What Pepys thought of his first cuppa, we shall never know, but what we do know is this: this, my friends, is the very first mention of tea in the English language.

So, put on the kettle, warm the pot, grab your Hob nobs (Ooh, Matron!), have yourself a cup of Darjeeling, or whatever your favourite flavour is and drink a toast to the warm beverage P.G. Wodehouse called “…the vital oolong,” which he “…clutched at…like a drowning man to a straw hat.”

Me? I’ll just have a coffee. Cheers!

Tick Tock Tick

By Patrick Van Roy On September 25th, 2020 at 3:21 am

Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) agents tasked by fired former Director James Comey to take down Donald Trump during and after the 2016 election were so concerned about the agency’s potentially illegal behavior that they purchased liability insurance to protect themselves less than two weeks before Trump was inaugurated president, previously hidden FBI text messages show. The explosive new communications and internal FBI notes were disclosed in federal court filings today from Sidney Powell, the attorney who heads Michael Flynn’s legal defense team.

“[W]e all went and purchased professional liability insurance,” one agent texted on Jan. 10, 2017, the same day CNN leaked details that then-President-elect Trump had been briefed by Comey about the bogus Christopher Steele dossier. That briefing of Trump was used as a pretext to legitimize the debunked dossier, which was funded by the Democratic National Committee and the Clinton campaign and compiled by a foreign intelligence officer who was working for a sanctioned Russian oligarch.

“Holy crap,” an agent responded. “All the analysts too?”

“Yep,” the first agent said. “All the folks at the Agency as well.”

“[C]an I ask who are the most likely litigators?” an agent responded. “[A]s far as potentially suing y’all[?]”

“[H]aha, who knows….I think [t]he concern when we got it was that there was a big leak at DOJ and the NYT among others was going to do a piece,” the first agent said.

Read the Whole Mess


By Pete Moore On September 24th, 2020 at 8:21 pm

Helsinki Airport is trialling sniffer dogs to detect the Wuhan Flu. I am not surprised at the results so far. This is a fascinating thing going on:

In the university’s preliminary tests, dogs – which have been successfully used to detect diseases such as cancer and diabetes – were able to identify the virus with nearly 100% accuracy, even days before before a patient developed symptoms [,,,]

Dogs are also able to identify Covid-19 from a much smaller molecular sample than PCR tests, Helsinki airport said, needing only 10-100 molecules to detect the presence of the virus compared with the 18m needed by laboratory equipment.

They then spoil it by “verifying” the dogs’ response with a hopelessly innaccurate PCR test. We don’t need no PCR test. A wet nose is better.

If “more dogs” isn’t the answer you want then you’re asking the wrong questions. More dogs always makes for better outcomes. I said this months ago and I was serious. What have the government and Public Health England done about it since? Nothing. If I was in charge Heathrow would look like Battersea Dogs Home by now, and no-one with the virus would be getting through.


By Pete Moore On September 24th, 2020 at 7:22 pm

It’s beginning to look a lot like Melbourne in many places now. A girl, sitting with her family, gets assaulted and tased by a 20-stone doughnut-muncher because she’s not wearing a mask in the open air.

You who demanded these dystopian Soviet rules caused this. You allowed every two-bob camp guard wannabe to live out their fantasies. Shame on anyone whose first instinct is to defend the atrocious acts they see here. However small your contribution, you are an enabler.