Yup, what a great triumph that man Sarkozy is turning out to be. Enthusiastic supporter of railroading through the Dictator’s Charter through the back door without a vote, openly offering Blair the European Presidency which would be created thereby in exchange for cooperation in doing so, the man just gets better and better.

And now the man who is going to save France from its gradual socialist meltdown, who will sweep away the sclerotic and bloated Unions and other vested interests which have kept it static, has shown his commitment to economic reform…

By making sure the ‘new’ treaty drops the EU’s commitment to free markets and enshrines the right to continued massive state aid for France’s featherbedded loss-makers. Way to go, Sarko. I can see your sincerity for reform really shining through that crocodile grin…

At this moment thousands of factories across the two emerging world economies – China and India – are belching out smoke and carbon emissions faster than the average Muslim can find something new to be offended about.  The rate of industrialisation in these two countries is startling.  Both have made it clear they are not going to take heed of the West’s histrionics about ‘climate change’ as it will impede their respective paths towards moderate prosperity (good for them).  So if impending global environmental doom (that’s liberal propaganda, not mine) is going to occur through man’s activities it will be down to the newly forming Asian tigers, not de-industrialised Britain, which has lost the great bulk of its manufacturing industry over the past 40 years.

In that case what point is there to be made by turning the lights off in notable London landmarks?  Is it to raise awareness of global warming (look out, it’s that old chestnut again!!), or is it another exercise in conning the public through ostensibly impressive, but ultimately futile, attempts to be seen to be acting on government advice?  Piccadilly Circus was plunged into darkness – so what?  The best thing about that would be to hide from view the leeching scuffers – who hang around there with a customary pooch lying on a tartan blanket, holding out begging bowls because they’re too lazy to go out and find some work – from the rest of the working public!  As for the Houses of Parliament, well, given the hot air that emerges daily from both chambers and its concomitant contribution to tsunamis in the south Pacific, is turning off the light going to make a jot of difference? 

Switching off the lights in the centre of London is another chapter in how this country has become under Labour: give the impression you’re doing something whilst not actually doing anything at all.  World cities pulsate, vibrate and teem with life.  That’s what they should be allowed to do.  Not turn into nocturnal crypts at the behest of the environmental lobby.

‘Do not drive the tiger from the front door, while letting the wolf get in the back.’

(Hi Zhidang)

 Yesterday on one of the threads there was much argument over that old favourite "pin the swastika on the ideological donkey", or to put it another way "of course the nazis were leftwing/rightwing (- delete as apropriate)".

Although I think the left/right paradigm is a simplism ad absurdum, certainly when dealing with the political turmoil of the inter-war years, the one thing I’m sure of is that whatever differences you can find between the nazis and the communists, as illustrated in the posters below(both 1932), the similarities are greater.

Many’s the occasion that the BBC’s "Question Time" has come in for a kicking round these parts, and rightly so.  Usually you’d do better to pull up a chair in front of a newly-painted wall as watch the programme, if entertainment is your goal, as tiresome politicians trot out their respective party lines, and the audience do their best to prove Churchill’s caustic maxim on the  best argument against democracy (being "a five minute conversation with the average voter"), the stench of liberal consensus becomes quite suffocating.  But not this week.

With both Hitchens brothers, it was never going to be tame.  Right from the off, when Christopher tears Shirley Williams to shreds over Salman Rushdie’s knighthood, you have the curious sensation of entertainment where usually there is none, and of serious issues being discussed seriously, and not in the platitudes of the professional politician.  There’s even Boris Johnson as well.  So, if you’re ever going to watch the programme, this is the one to watch. 

(It can be watched via this link, for the next week.  This may not work outside the UK.)

All those pathetic little DUP apologists out there who crow about how "safe" the Union is now that Paisley is "First Minister" need to reflect on the following revelations, obtained by MEP Jim Allister.

Dear Mr Allister,

I am replying to your letter to me of 8 May seeking clarification on the procedures which will apply to the sharing of information between the First Minister and deputy First Minister and, specifically, information conveyed in correspondence. I apologise for the slight delay in replying, due to the need to ensure that the First Minister and deputy First Minister are content with this reply.

 

Any correspondence addressed to the First Minister and deputy First Minister, either individually or jointly, and which relates to a matter for which they exercise joint responsibility, will be seen by both Ministers. Official advice on the matters raised in the correspondence will be submitted to both simultaneously and, after joint consideration, the response will be agreed and signed by both. You will appreciate, therefore, that in the exercise of their statutory responsibilities, I am unable to comply with any request that correspondence should be seen only by the office-holder you specify.

 

Head of the Office of the First Minister & Deputy First Minister
Secretary to the Executive
Nigel Hamilton Room F6,

Stormont Castle, BELFAST BT4 3TT, NORTHERN IRELAND

So, Paisley CANNOT EVEN SIGN A LETTER HIMSELF in his capacity as First Minister, IRA Commander McGuinness has to sign it too. How utterly pathetic. Mr Allister has done us a service by exposing the SHAM that is the position of First  Minister. This is a joint position – so IRA/Sinn Fein has EVERY BIT as much power as the DUP, and yet the latter still pretend otherwise so they can keep the flock quiet. It strikes me that the DUP is the enemy of the survival of the Union and if no-one else will say this unambiguously, I will!

So, who all thinks that the image attached of a NEW Middle East is a marked improvement on the current one? Who says no blood for oil? I particularly like the new Crawford.

I see that the victims group Families Acting for Innocent Relatives have met with senior Garda officers in Dublin to discuss plans for another "Love Ulster" Rally. Last year the rally to remember the victims of republican violence had to be abandoned after violence broke out across the city. I’m not sure about this myself. Why do people have to go to Dublin to protest? What purpose will it achieve? Will there be more Republican-led violence if there is a repeat rally? Maybe it’s the "Love Ulster" handle that I take issue with, as I don’t see why Dublin should do. However I DO feel that the Irish Government carries culpability for all those years it turned a blind eye to IRA violence by providing a sanctuary to the killers and those who helped plan their terror blitzkrieg. The idea is right but not so sure street rallies are the way forward…. 

I dislike the vast bulk of today’s kids almost as much as I dislike radical Muslims.  Some of you will know that my grandmother has recently suffered a severe stroke, which has left her a shadow of her former self.  She now resides at a nursing home in Leeds.  Unable to leave the premises without assistance she has barely travelled more than a 1-mile radius in the last three months.  So I decided to take her out for a ride in the country.  Lifting her (even with staff help) into my car was no easy task.  However, I was determined to show her the delights of the Yorkshire countryside.

After three hours of appreciating rusticity I returned her to the home in Leeds.  Driving down a suburban thoroughfare close to Headingley cricket ground I came across a small group of (mostly male) teenagers leaving school.  A couple of them were kicking a football around on the pavement.  Suddenly it was booted up in the air and it consequently landed straight on my car hood before bouncing across the street.  I wasn’t concerned about any damage to my car (there wasn’t any);  I was very concerned with the shock my grandmother experienced.  She was visibly shaken.  I stopped the car to allow the offending hellspawn to retrieve his football – hoping he would apologise for the incident his clumsiness had caused.  Not a bit of it.  I watched him amble across the street with all the arrogance today’s brats have.  The customary fag was hanging from the corner of his mouth.  He picked up the ball and sauntered back to his entourage without so much as a glance.  I lowered the window:

‘Oi, you’ve just frightened an 89-year old woman out of her wits.  But don’t say sorry will you, you ignorant s*** head!’

By this time a small queue of drivers had gathered behind me, showing their impatience.  Hence I didn’t have time to take the confrontation to its delicious conclusion. 

How often is this repeated across today’s Britain?  We have an army of pimply scumbags here who think that, because they have cowered their parents into a state of timidity, they can behave that way with the rest of us.  Alas, a lot of people allow behaviour to pass without comment.  I don’t!!

Read Jo-Ann Goodwin’s piece in the Daily Mail.  It illustrates the point I am making.  She, like myself, is glad to be bereft of kids.  There is no way I could work in a secondary school in these times.  At least half the class would be beaten black and blue by the end of the first double period.  Kids have become belligerent and indomitable thanks to forty years of unrepentent liberalism and emphasis on rights.  Not only should the parent fight back, so should large swathes of the adult population who suffer every day at the hands of these monsters.

What always amazes me when reading tripe by Bigoted Bri is not his analytical prescience or exactitude (he has precious little of either), it is how he manages to surpass previous attempts at whitewashing the republican movement.  Take this beauty in the Irish News.  According to BB the untimely deaths of Inan Bashir and John Jeffries at Canary Wharf during the Provo bombing of 1996 was not really the fault of the IRA.  Who was it then?  In the eyes of Mr BF Bigot of Feeney Towers on Oppressed Taig Street it was…………I give you………JOHN MAJOR!

Apparently Major did not go grovelling to the terrorists soon enough after they enacted their temporary cessation of mass murder back in 1994 to make not killing people worth their while:

‘What people had expected, however, was that Major would meet Sinn Féin in 1994 or 1995 DURING the IRA ceasefire. Instead, as soon as the ceasefire was declared in 1994 Major begin to haver and dither and erect obstacles.’

Do you mean erecting obstacles like seeking bona fide guarantees that terrorism had stopped permanently and that threats against those employed to ensure law and order in NI would end?  Obstacles such as not rushing headlong into negotiations with terrorists who had 2,000 corpses on their ‘consciences’ (ha!) as they had make it plain that their cessation of hostilities was nothing more than purely tactical?  Would these be what Bigoted Bri had in mind?

This is not some defence of John Major’s strategy.  He was the one who ensured officials were meeting the IRA long before the ceasefire.  He was the one who invited Albert Reynolds into Downing Street to discuss the future of a part of the United Kingdom.  However, even by showing the tiniest smidgin of honour and not prostrating himself at the feet of lying, odious, low-life scat such as the IRA leadership as soon as the guns stopped smoking, it is too much for our BB.  Maybe that’s why attacks in West Belfast always seem to result in the loss of a person’s ear(s).  The perpetrators probably want to make them as deaf to reason as the rest of the nationalist population.

‘He (Major) says he couldn’t have moved because, wait for it, he would have "lost the unionist contribution to the peace process. All sides [had] to be kept in play."

Let’s be clear about this. The "unionist contribution" to the peace process was less than zero. They never were in play. They opposed it root and branch. Jim Molyneaux considered the IRA ceasefire the most destabilising event in his career.’

The Unionist contribution to ‘peace’ was less than zero?  Maybe it is because Molyneaux’s party had not been involved in the ‘war’ for thirty years; or incinerated dog lovers at La Mon Hotel; or murdered workmen on a van due to their religious background; or kneecapped urchins in republican ghettos.  Feeney is like the bystander who witnesses a mugging and then criticises social services for not ensuring the criminal had enough ‘understanding’ in his ‘troubled’ childhood.  What a load of Irish blarney bollocks!!!!

‘Major’s dealing with Ireland was consistent with the rest of his premiership, a complete failure.’

He didn’t deal with Ireland, he dealt with Northern Ireland – a part of his own land.  Oh, by the way, shouldn’t the term ‘complete failure’ refer more accurately to the IRA’s attempts to drag Northern Ireland away from the Union?  A strategy that is no further forward now than it was in 1969, despite killing, terrorism, government concessions and deluded prats like Feeney cheering their electoral machinations at every twist and turn?