Given the circles in which I move – okay, drinks parties in a conservative market town (with a Conservative MP) in the East of England – I grow increasingly aware of certain crucial issues where I find myself deeply at odds with the middle-class consensus – and, particularly, the middle-class female consensus. For example:
Heresy No. 1: That the UK should withdraw from the EU into the EEA.
Many people -- and most women -- regard all ‘international’ institutions as benign. To many, the EU, like the UN, exudes ‘co-operation’, ‘peace’ and even ‘morality’! Even if you point out to them that 80% of UK laws are now made in Brussels by an utterly unaccountable EU Commission whose auditors have refused to approve its accounts (for 11 years), that the EU Parliament is an irrelevant talking shop, and that we are moving inexorably towards a bureaucratic dictatorship, they remain unconcerned. If it is from ‘Europe’, then it is associated with sun-dried tomatoes, polenta, pasta, and cheap but decent wine.
Heresy No. 2: That Islam is a threat to the West.
Here we meet the myth of ‘the moderate Muslim’. Yes, there are Muslims that pay only lip service to their faith, and they can probably be absorbed into western culture. Yes, I know some decent Muslims – in a public space. However, one tries to explain gently that Islam is not kind to women (or their beloved homos); but the dogmas of moral relativism and multi-culturalism have bitten deep. "Islam has something to teach us." Mention that Islam as such will never be compatible with Western culture because of demographics, terrorism or sharia-creep, and you can expect the shrill shriek of ‘racist’, even from Conservative voters!
Heresy No.3: That uncontrolled immigration to the UK – particularly from cultures only partly compatible with our Christian inheritance – jeopardises Western values.
Usually, this is met by a denial that that the Christian inheritance is of any value or significance, followed by a litany of the deficiencies and undeniable wickedness of the Church. Yet our laws, our customs and our morality are derived from Christianity. England, Britain, will not be the same if it is a secular country awaiting Muslim conversion. "Does it matter if future Britons need to spend less on sunscreen?" is one response I have experienced.
To be continued...Meanwhile, comments, please.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
If you go down in the woods today
I have the perfect compromise for the Sudanese impasse over the British school teacher and her "mistake". Behead the fucking teddy bear! Eat you heart out Mark Bollock-Brown!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Brown in the brown stuff - again!
David Abrahams aka Martin: why is no journalist from the MSM using the word 'corruption' in this latest example of political flim-flammery? I don't even need to ask why HM so-called Opposition are not being more sanguine: people who live in glasshouses are very reticent when it comes to hurling planning permission contracts/donations.
When will Yates of the Yard be appointed to investigate it? How long will it take him to 'complete' the 'investigation'? How long will it take for the CPS to inform him that there is insufficient evidence to charge anyone? How much will that cost the taxpayer? Answers on a postcard, please a very small one as all answers are no-brainers.
At least Hilary Benn had the nous to reject his 'donation'. As for Harlot [sorry - my keys are sticking today] er, Harriet Harman, well ....
How long? O Lord!
When will Yates of the Yard be appointed to investigate it? How long will it take him to 'complete' the 'investigation'? How long will it take for the CPS to inform him that there is insufficient evidence to charge anyone? How much will that cost the taxpayer? Answers on a postcard, please a very small one as all answers are no-brainers.
At least Hilary Benn had the nous to reject his 'donation'. As for Harlot [sorry - my keys are sticking today] er, Harriet Harman, well ....
How long? O Lord!
Archdhimmiwit
Once, I thought the Archbishop of Canterbury was a serious if mistaken fellow. Not any more: he's a fool of the first order, as this piece on the BBC amply demonstrates. There, the Archdhimmiwit tritely articulates the conventional wisdom of the British left-liberal establishment about America and Islam. He displays no sense of the threat that Islam poses to the West - through demographics, terrorism or sharia-creep.
Christ told his apostles, "I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves" (Matthew 10:16). The Archdhimmiwit emulates the doves but forgets to emulate the serpents, too. Consequently, for His Grace, it appears that there are no such things as enemies, only friends he has not made --- aka the doctrine of appeasement. His (unscriptural) naivety is staggering.
Melanie Phillips admirably eviscerates the Archdhimmiwit here. As she says, "With defenders of western civilisation like this, who needs enemies?"
Monday, November 26, 2007
The Daily Ablution deleted?
Clicking TDA on my side bar, which is a daily chore to check whether the prodigal has returned or recovered from writers’ block, I discovered that the website, with its archive of wisdom, wit, information and tomfoolery has been expunged from the blogosphere.
Our sporadic efforts to keep the ball rolling in his absence through ‘Bloody Scott’ has been, as confessed in the header, a piss-poor substitute (copyright Dan Collins). Some of the issues Scott raised were at least two years ahead of the recent catch-up by some sections of the media that now seem to be waking up to his revelations and prognostications.
This is a profoundly depressing development; Scott Burgess’s skilled and witty analysis of the shortcomings of the mainstream media, particularly the cant propagated by the Guardian and its clique was, in my humble opinion, the best serious satire emanating from any medium and the repartee that was generated by the regular bunch of commenters some of the best informed and, at times, most humorous around.
We have all speculated about what happened to Scott. Some worrying possibilities were muted from time to time, particularly given his persistent exposure of the puppeteers behind militant Islamism. One also wonders whether ill-health or other misfortune may have beset our erstwhile host and friend.
Any knowledge or clues as to his whereabouts would be gratefully acknowledged. I doubt the income from his Paypal button enabled him to retire to his idyll in Eastern Europe, though I’m sure it may have assisted in the lubrication of his output a little before he dropped out.
In trying to trace any sign of Scott, while Googling I came across this piece from Normblog (click on header for link) which I had not seen it before but it does contain a stanza or two that may just indicate the reason for his disppearance.
These are three of the question and answers during Norm’s 'profile interview'.
“What has been your best blogging experience? > Looking back at early posts and realising how much I've improved.
What has been your worst blogging experience? > Looking back at early posts and realising how embarrassing they are.
How, if at all, would you change your life were you suddenly to win or inherit an enormously large sum of money? > It would lead to retirement and a quiet life in the mountains - probably the Tatras of Poland/Slovakia.”
Hmmnn.
A very sad day - whatever the reason for the annihilation of the best blog around.
Our sporadic efforts to keep the ball rolling in his absence through ‘Bloody Scott’ has been, as confessed in the header, a piss-poor substitute (copyright Dan Collins). Some of the issues Scott raised were at least two years ahead of the recent catch-up by some sections of the media that now seem to be waking up to his revelations and prognostications.
This is a profoundly depressing development; Scott Burgess’s skilled and witty analysis of the shortcomings of the mainstream media, particularly the cant propagated by the Guardian and its clique was, in my humble opinion, the best serious satire emanating from any medium and the repartee that was generated by the regular bunch of commenters some of the best informed and, at times, most humorous around.
We have all speculated about what happened to Scott. Some worrying possibilities were muted from time to time, particularly given his persistent exposure of the puppeteers behind militant Islamism. One also wonders whether ill-health or other misfortune may have beset our erstwhile host and friend.
Any knowledge or clues as to his whereabouts would be gratefully acknowledged. I doubt the income from his Paypal button enabled him to retire to his idyll in Eastern Europe, though I’m sure it may have assisted in the lubrication of his output a little before he dropped out.
In trying to trace any sign of Scott, while Googling I came across this piece from Normblog (click on header for link) which I had not seen it before but it does contain a stanza or two that may just indicate the reason for his disppearance.
These are three of the question and answers during Norm’s 'profile interview'.
“What has been your best blogging experience? > Looking back at early posts and realising how much I've improved.
What has been your worst blogging experience? > Looking back at early posts and realising how embarrassing they are.
How, if at all, would you change your life were you suddenly to win or inherit an enormously large sum of money? > It would lead to retirement and a quiet life in the mountains - probably the Tatras of Poland/Slovakia.”
Hmmnn.
A very sad day - whatever the reason for the annihilation of the best blog around.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Gramscian fall-out
So now the Guardian has joined the clamour for the head of Sir Ian Blair, Is this the beginning of the end - or the end of the beginning?
The most shocking revelation for me in this piece by the miffed 'shadow' is that Blair was receiving the largesse of Lord Levy when he should have been attending to the affairs of his force in an apolitical and independent fashion.
It would be unfair to John Yates, one supposes, to infer that this may have influenced the conduct of the Cash for Honours investigation, but cynics might be forgiven for suspecting it.
The most shocking revelation for me in this piece by the miffed 'shadow' is that Blair was receiving the largesse of Lord Levy when he should have been attending to the affairs of his force in an apolitical and independent fashion.
It would be unfair to John Yates, one supposes, to infer that this may have influenced the conduct of the Cash for Honours investigation, but cynics might be forgiven for suspecting it.
Friday, November 09, 2007
From Inundated Norfolk
A tsunami of bullshit from the Environmental Agency during the last 12 hours or so and a Force 10 blast of hot air, emanating from Whitehall, was all obviously designed to create yet another mini-crisis and trigger a COBRA meeting to enable Gordon “Batman” Brown to convince the citizens of Norfolk that he and Hillary “Robin” Benn have personally saved them all from being swept into the North sea and battered to death on the Thames Barrier as it swirled them all on the inexorable currents roaring south.
Thus bunch of mendacious shitz will do anything to divert attention away from Brown’s abysmal performance in the Westminster Gas Works for the past couple of weeks, and the predicament of the little twerpish, frustrated ham actor, who has usurped the role Commissioner of Police for the Metropolis. It also provides noisy diversion to cover the confusion of the warring entities of the various sinecures that have grown like weeds on London, the IPCC, The London Assembly, the Mayors office, etc. etc. each of which can’t make up its mind as to whether there is more political kudos in demanding that Blair should go, or that he should stay.
I knew something was afoot when noticing yesterday that although the normal weathermen were forecasting brisk winds from the North West and frequent showers and a high tide exacerbated by low pressure and none were getting too excited in their prognostications – the 24 hour Newscasters were predicting an enviro-disaster as a result of a ‘North Sea Surge’. Outside my bungalow two miles from the Wash it was a breezy but pleasant evening. The sky told me that tomorrow would be a nice day, but a bit chilly and windy – as the weathermen had predicted.
However, yesterday evening, the enviro-nutters heard about the predicted high tide (you can look them up in the tide charts) realised the possibilities and colluded with their pals in 24/7 news. They soon had the coastal Norfolk dumplings filling sandbags, abandoning their pads in the small wee hours and decamping to the gymnasiums of local primary schools - playing records of Vera Lynn singing ‘There’ll Always Be An England’ on their portable trannies with the WVS serving them tea in their gas masks and tin hats.
Footage of the 1953 storm and the 1987 hurricane were inter-cut with pictures of Noahs’s Ark and the Thames Barrier, all flashed on to HD giant TV screens (hastily hired at a moment’s notice) with subliminal flashes of ‘Superman’ and ‘Robin’ interjecting within the jump-cuts and ‘noddy’ shots. This morning all the highly paid TV anchors were at Yarmouth in their waders, with their cameras pointing to a handful of opportunist surfers enjoying the heavy swell and moderately windy weather. An old Norfolk sage of about 92 years (not a hair out place) had a camera trained on him and a mic thrust into his face and the breathless reporter asked, “Have you ever seen anything like this before?” (cut to a couple of waves breaking gently against the prom).
“No, bor, nor since abowt three year agoo, when we ‘ad the last ‘igh toides.”
The frustrated reporter then decided to cut, in desperation, to one of the enviro-nutters in London – a real kook with the most bizarre facial hair I have ever seen, who waffled on for about five minutes, desperately suggesting that Lowestoft might still be in line for inundation (he hoped). I couldn’t stand anymore and headed for Tescos at Hunstanton, where I had breakfast and then walked along the prom in the sunshine, allowing the brisk Norfolk November breeze to rid my mind of bullshit and political spin. Have these bastards no shame?
Thus bunch of mendacious shitz will do anything to divert attention away from Brown’s abysmal performance in the Westminster Gas Works for the past couple of weeks, and the predicament of the little twerpish, frustrated ham actor, who has usurped the role Commissioner of Police for the Metropolis. It also provides noisy diversion to cover the confusion of the warring entities of the various sinecures that have grown like weeds on London, the IPCC, The London Assembly, the Mayors office, etc. etc. each of which can’t make up its mind as to whether there is more political kudos in demanding that Blair should go, or that he should stay.
I knew something was afoot when noticing yesterday that although the normal weathermen were forecasting brisk winds from the North West and frequent showers and a high tide exacerbated by low pressure and none were getting too excited in their prognostications – the 24 hour Newscasters were predicting an enviro-disaster as a result of a ‘North Sea Surge’. Outside my bungalow two miles from the Wash it was a breezy but pleasant evening. The sky told me that tomorrow would be a nice day, but a bit chilly and windy – as the weathermen had predicted.
However, yesterday evening, the enviro-nutters heard about the predicted high tide (you can look them up in the tide charts) realised the possibilities and colluded with their pals in 24/7 news. They soon had the coastal Norfolk dumplings filling sandbags, abandoning their pads in the small wee hours and decamping to the gymnasiums of local primary schools - playing records of Vera Lynn singing ‘There’ll Always Be An England’ on their portable trannies with the WVS serving them tea in their gas masks and tin hats.
Footage of the 1953 storm and the 1987 hurricane were inter-cut with pictures of Noahs’s Ark and the Thames Barrier, all flashed on to HD giant TV screens (hastily hired at a moment’s notice) with subliminal flashes of ‘Superman’ and ‘Robin’ interjecting within the jump-cuts and ‘noddy’ shots. This morning all the highly paid TV anchors were at Yarmouth in their waders, with their cameras pointing to a handful of opportunist surfers enjoying the heavy swell and moderately windy weather. An old Norfolk sage of about 92 years (not a hair out place) had a camera trained on him and a mic thrust into his face and the breathless reporter asked, “Have you ever seen anything like this before?” (cut to a couple of waves breaking gently against the prom).
“No, bor, nor since abowt three year agoo, when we ‘ad the last ‘igh toides.”
The frustrated reporter then decided to cut, in desperation, to one of the enviro-nutters in London – a real kook with the most bizarre facial hair I have ever seen, who waffled on for about five minutes, desperately suggesting that Lowestoft might still be in line for inundation (he hoped). I couldn’t stand anymore and headed for Tescos at Hunstanton, where I had breakfast and then walked along the prom in the sunshine, allowing the brisk Norfolk November breeze to rid my mind of bullshit and political spin. Have these bastards no shame?
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