"Veni"

To whom it may concern: I was looking for 'Angel' but found this instead... Take it away, Jimi. Happy New Year to you all out there.

BBC cuts: words not jobs

The BBC cut a line from an interview with Benazir Bhutto, which mentions a man she says killed Osama Bin Laden. The full interview, with David Frost is available below, and the cut version is here - a still photo of Frost is inserted at the point to cover the subterfuge (around 6:10).

The first question on hearing the full interview is 'why doesn't David Frost follow up the comment?' Although there's many that say that Bin Laden's dead, but it's the first I've heard of him being murdered. But the even greater question, is why did the BBC cut the reference? The footage is from Al Jazeera, so it's possible the cut was done before the BBC received it. Nevertheless, the question remains: Why? (Hat Tip: The Existentialist Cowboy)

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Word of the day: iatrogenic

Doctors are a rum bunch. When they're not busy telling us how to live, or helping the Government create a Stalinist database, they're experimenting on us without consent, such as in the case of Elyse Schein and Paula Bernstein, identical twins that were separated at birth and brought up with no knowledge of each other because Dr Peter Neubauer, a 'world-renouned child pychiatrist', wanted to study them, aided and abetted by crackpots such as Viola Bernard, a consultant to the Louise Wise adoption agency, who 'firmly believed that twins should be raised separately to improve their psychological development, and that dressing and treating them the same retarded their minds.'

Elsewhere in the big pharma world, it is becoming increasingly clear that the anti-smoking wonder drug Champix is succeeding in more than one way, i.e. causing death by suicide. Oh well, at least lung cancer didn't get them.

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Always take a brolly

As is often the way, a blog post by someone else sends my mind down a path it wouldn't otherwise tread. In this case Richard Havers' piece on Ethan Russell and the disasterous Altamont Speedway concert got me thinking of the Stones, here playing (or pretending to at least) 'Gimme Shelter' on the Ed Sullivan show. Thankfully for a change, Mick is not wearing a pink leotard or suchlike and manages to keep the lid on his chickory essence dance style.

Another bale of straw for the camel's back

As predicted, the new-generation of spy cameras is being rolled out across the country, sending the message 'you are being watched', reducing once-free individuals ever more to mere laboratory rats running around the mazes of an insane statist's panopticon.

It's easy to resign oneself to the incremental advance of total control. History, however, teaches what happens when good men do nothing.

Between the statist devil and the deep blue sea of unfathomable ignorance

It's not often that I agree with a Government minister, but when they're duking it out with the teaching unions for who's the most zealous servant of the horned god, it can happen. So it was that on the one hand the minister says its okay for boys to play with toy guns and on the other the unions say that such things symbolise and cause aggression, and worse still are gender stereotyping. All this in a discussion about why it is that boys don't do as well as girls in the kiddie koncentration kamps they call schools.

In a sane world, such discussions would concern nobody but the unfortunate children of these particular adults, but in the Prussian factory system of today the morons actually have authority over most of the children in the land. In a sane world, someone would explain to them that boys are supposed to run around, grazing knees, climbing trees and fighting with one another - this is what young mammals do. It's called normal behaviour. Instead, these people seek to geld our youngsters, rob them of their gender, belt them into the straightjacket of enforced conformity and passivity, diagnose them with spurious pseudo-quackery, force ritalin down their throats - and then they wonder why, after years of experimentation, these kids leave school more ignorant than when they arrived and psychologically twisted to boot.

To escape from accusations of negativity, I will propose a few solutions: Firstly, abolish the Department of Education and every state-funded authority above county level: Secondly, institute a voucher system, handing power to the parents and breaking open the state school monopoly. Many further actions would be required, mostly at a local level, as the state's role is minimised and its monopoly power smashed into a multitude of pieces. As with so much else, in education the 'experts' are wrong, and we need to strip them of their commissions and send them scurrying back to their ivory towers. The answer lies not in the poetry of Rousseau but the prosaic commoners taking back responsibility for their children's upbringing and their local schools.

The arc is indeed long...

It's a sad day for democracy and humanity that Benazir Bhutto has been assassin- ated. I claim no great knowledge of Pakistan. the political situation therein or of Benazir herself, but she was undoubtedly a brave woman who could have lived a comfortable life in exile, but chose a higher calling and returned. She knew the risks and faced them, and for that I salute her and mourn her passing.

Pauvre Lola...

... mais il semble qu'elle s'amuse assez bien avec son oncle Serge.

Leaning on the everlasting arms

If you only ever direct one movie, might as well make it a good one, such as Charles Laughton's 'Night of the Hunter', starring Robert Mitchum, Shelley Winters and Lillian Gish. A classic thriller, with Mitcham as a psychopathic and criminally-minded preacher, intent on discovering where Winters' dead husband hid the proceeds of a bank robbery, a secret known only to young John and Pearl... Luckily for them, kind-hearted widow Lillian Gish, whilst leaning on Jesus, is shrewd enough to keep a loaded Winchester handy, when the preacher comes a-calling.

You tell 'em, Sojourner

"Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that 'twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what's this they call it? [member of audience whispers, "intellect"] That's it, honey. What's that got to do with women's rights or negroes' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say."

Sojourner Truth, speaking in 1851 at the Women's Convention in Akron, Ohio

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You and me both, my brother

Kickarse tune from Beck's early daze. I saw him years later play Brixton Academy - one of the best performances I've ever seen.

Best foot forward

Whenever this burnt-out Government puts forward a proposal, I get the impression that they're trying to cause a diversion from the reality of ten years on the road to nowhere. So today, we see efforts to jail people who use a mobile phone while driving, and now Harriet Harman talking about making paying for sex illegal.

As usual with Labour, the problems they are addressing are already amply covered by existing laws, but that's never enough for the Government that has created over 3000 new crimes. In the first instance, it has long been an offence to drive dangerously. In the second, the problem, says Harman, is people trafficking and the sex trade, and again there are numerous laws, if they cared to enforce them.

The Government's open borders policy have exacerbated the problem of people trafficking and, in turn, prostitution. In London, foreign gangs control the lion's share of the vice trade, and I'm sure the police leave it alone partly to avoid accusations of 'discrimination.'

The irony is that, for all the many new crimes they have created, hardly a day goes by without reading of a convicted dangerous criminal being released halfway through a paltry sentence and committing another serious crime. One of Labour's great, fatuous slogans was 'tough on crime, tough on the causes of crime.' Unfortunately, the twits never worked out that the causes of crime are criminals.

Christmas is coming...

... and the least I can do is post arguably the greatest Christmas tune: the Pogues and Kirsty MacColl's 'Fairytale of New York', especially given the BBC's pathetic and continuing censorship for 'gratuitous vulgarity' - this from the corporation that gave us 'Jerry Springer - the Opera'. Fuck you, BBC, you hypocrit wankers, and (ahem) ... merry Christmas to you all.

Spirit of the Boston Tea Party

Ron Paul's army of supporters showed their imagination and commit- ment, by following up the Guy Fawkes Night fund-raiser with another 'money bomb' on the anniversary of the Boston Tea Party. All previous records for one day's fund-raising were broken yesterday, and not by corporate suits buying grace and favour, but by ordinary Americans putting in their $50s and $100s.

Nevertheless, the MSM does its best to ignore the only candidate that promises change, by keeping him off the list in polls, and elsewhere the shadow world ponders putting a bullet in his head, the way they did Bobby, back in '68.

As scheming neocon devil Karl Rove once said: 'Reality is what we say it is," and as the same forces control the MSM, let's hope the grassroots revolution behind the good doctor can prove them wrong. Only time will tell.

Morons and oxymorons

The Guardian's Comment is Free begs the question 'what is the collective noun for tossers?" Just as soon as Polly Toynbee saunters off, along comes Alex Hilton to make up the numbers, relating a conversation with a young tory, whose youth and enthusiasm, Alex thinks, will correspond sharply with his own urbane maturity. But there's more than mere political difference to contrast. Alex is good. The youngster is evil.

Alex expounds his version of socialist history, where horny handed miners fight for gay liberation and dockers struggle for the right to diversity training. He makes no attempt to defend his chosen ideology on economic grounds, and is happy to concede in these terms it doesn't work, but he needs to find a little clear water between himself and his callow adversary, so he makes the latter a blind dogmatist - unlike dear Alex, who is able to discern that there are limits to everything, including free markets.

At one point Alex wants to physically assault the young chap, but holds back, because its not the done thing at a Westminster schmoozathon. Maybe this is how he thinks the working classes act, but he comes over like a public school bully mistreating a junior.

In the end, stripped of its economic policy, with its history utterly falsified, Alex grasps for emotive idealism - his socialism is 'a refusal to accept there is a human scrapheap'. Now, if Alex was working with abandoned kids, or in prison reeducation, you could understand such a sentiment, but what does he do? He hangs around Westminster drinks parties trying to ingratiate himself with the parasite politicians, hoping to get a leg up onto the gravy train, a bourgeouis, free-loading lounge lizard - the very epitome of who the original Labour party saw as the enemy.

Bringing things to a conclusion, Alex tells us: "Politics is a matter of good and evil. This is why I abhor the oxymoron of Christian conservatism," however, if Alex's views are anything to go by, the oxymoron is modern socialism.

Ian Brown - F.E.A.R.

A none too shabby number from Mr Brown. Shame he's not the one running the country.

Quel choix!

I was writing something on the false left/right paradigm; how the things I objected to under the Tories are no more palatable when served up by Labour; how unappetizing is the election day choice... which reminded me of a certain restaurant.

Up the bloggertarians!

Recently there was a flurry of activitiy on a number of blogs I visit, regarding an attack from leftwing bloggers against what they called the 'bloggertarians' - who were defined as rightwingers sailing under a libertarian flag of convenience, who offer no positive message, and obsess over certain fringe issues, such as ID cards.

Now, I class myself as a libertarian, neither left nor right. I view Labour and Tory with equal disdain. If the Tories at present are slightly less offensive, it is due to their lack of power. Although the Tories do sometimes mouth opinions close to mine, I do not delude myself that they will deliver. At best they will stumble along the same path that Labour strides, but the same path nonetheless. They certainly are not going to deliver the root and branch reforms I think are necessary.

Under such circumstances, it is not surprising that most of my comments on the political landscape in this country are negative. Whether we take the high road or the low road is irrelevant if both lead to Sparta and I want to go to Athens.

As for my own 'obsession' with the tools of an authoritarian state, I do not want any cyanide with my coffee - not even a little bit. My opposition is grounded on pragmatism as well as fundamental principle, the two are not mutually exclusive. Perhaps the word 'obsession' has been selected for re-definition. Perhaps the new definition is 'strongly-held opinion contrary to Government policy.' Professor Tassano should be told.

I suspect the reason behind the anti-bloggertarian broadside was the low morale in Camp Lefty. Having Labour in power has robbed them of their main motivating force. It's far harder to cling to the moral highground when the policies you call for being tried and are failing before your eyes.

So, much as I represent no one but myself and no doubt hold views quite at variance to the targets of the original attack, if only in getting up the noses of lefty doctrinaires, the bloggertarians can't be all bad.

What our lying politicians won't tell you

Tomorrow's Europe - JS Bonde
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Jens Peter Bonde, the Danish MEP, explains how the new 'reform treaty' is the same as the 'defunkt' Constitution. With the denizens of our moribund democracy more inclined to pick fluff from their navels than dare to question what our 'leaders' are doing, it looks like the Irish referendum is our only hope.

Prussian Polly - the nanny from hell

It was Human Rights Day on Monday. I know because Polly Toynbee told me in her Guardian CiF article. She turned up to protect Jack Straw from that nasty man Henry Porter, who was unkind enough to point out some of the reasons why Jack's claim, that this country has never 'ad it so good liberty-wise, is a bit thick.

Polly's happy to concede a few faults from her fellow travellers on the road to utopia:

"My argument with Jack Straw is against the number of despotic gestures made purely to appease public opinion."

So, even when its a Labour Government doing it, the blame lies elsewhere. Jack plays the despot like Pilate washes his hands, a sign of weakness in the face of a baying mob.

She chides against the "silly anti-protest laws that make rather happy martyrs out of mild protesters." No doubt it helps her to think that these people enjoy having their rights infringed. She also ignores the effect of such 'silly' laws on the great many people who do not relish a night in the cells for their troubles, and instead find themselves slowly cowed into silence, keeping dry what little powder they have for the one big issue they can't dodge, whatever that may be, but in the face of the incremental fabian advance, that day may never come.

Polly's never happier than when she's playing on the heartstrings, for this is ever the justification for the authoritarianism she espouses: The state as father-protector. So she digresses into the misery of an underclass, of exploited immigrants, malnourished asylum rejects and struggling families. This done, she can belittle the subject matter in hand: Porter's critique of the Government's stasi-esque tendencies. Well, indeed. People are starving round the world, so why complain of anything?

"The Porter view has become fashionable because it allows the middle classes to pretend to be victims, too."

Notice her phrasing: The view is 'fashionable' by which she slyly acknowledges it is widespread, but it's an affectation, merely something people repeat, a vogue for the shallow middle classes, (Polly's favourite whipping post) eager to enjoy the fruits of victimhood, now thanks to Labour scattered so abundantly. So, the middle classes 'pretend' to be victims, perhaps by 'pretending' to protest, while the police 'pretend' to arrest them. Whilst it would be ridiculous to equate this Government's record with the tyranny of North Korea or Burma, it is indeed a mistake to allow the state to continually encroach into areas where heretofore they had no business. In fact, rather than being an example of 'obsession' to object to omniscient CCTV cameras, DNA databases and ID cards, it is a civic duty to act as a check and balance to the state's propensity to expand.

Polly's enemies are not just reading the Daily Mail, some are reading the Guardian:

"The Porter view turns the state into public enemy number one. That is the traditional rightwing view, but many on the left are buying into this creed of individualism against the collective."

For Polly, believing in individual rights is a rightwing 'creed'. But she's no mug. She knows there are many who consider themselves on the left who have just as strong an aversion to authoritarianism as any on the right. To them comes the message: the collective is the state.

All that's left to do is fling a few more strawmen from the ring. As before she does not attack an opinion she doesn't hold herself, but a mindset. She steps past the political disagreement, and ploughs straight into the (irrational) psychology of those that think differently to her :

"This is the same mindset that sees taxes as an infringement of liberty and an Englishmen's property as his inalienable untaxed castle to hand down, untaxed, to his children."

This is no 'mindset,' merely a knowledge of the laws and traditions of this country. Our liberty was not a gift from this Labour Government or their 'human rights' laws. Limitations on the power of the state predate Parliament. Private property is just that, and is not to be confiscated or trampled upon at the whim of the state or its agents. 'To the king, his own' contains within it the equal meaning 'and he can leave my stuff alone.'

Such ideas have no place in Polly's Prussian wonderland, where there is no such thing as society, only the state, and a belief in individual rights is seen as a psychological flaw. No matter how prettily she embroiders her velvet glove, the system she supports will always need an iron fist beneath it.

Liars!

"The EU now has 25 members and will continue to expand. The new Constitutional Treaty ensures the new Europe can work effectively, and that Britain keeps control of key national interests like foreign policy, taxation, social security and defence. The Treaty sets out what the EU can do and what it cannot. It strengthens the voice of national parliaments and governments in EU affairs. It is a good treaty for Britain and for the new Europe. We will put it to the British people in a referendum and campaign whole-heartedly for a ‘Yes’ vote to keep Britain a leading nation in Europe."

Labour Manifesto, 2005 General Election

Fuck your treaty. Kiss my arse. NO REFERENDUM, NO MANDATE!

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A day of infamy

The suffocating tedium of EU politics is their best weapon. They know if they just keep inching the monolith into place, no matter what the people think, they can weather any storm, such as the rejection of the Constitution by the people of France and the Netherlands and in this country the refusal to honour a manifesto commitment to hold a referendum at all.

So today in Lisbon, the crooks and charlatans of Barosso's Empire will throw a party to celebrate the latest stage of collective treason, another nail in democracy's coffin, another step down the path to the managed society, run by 'experts', not the representatives of the people, chosen by us, accountable to us.

But the fight goes on, for all their intricate structures could be swept away in an instant, if the people actually took the necessary action. This is what elites have always known and feared, and why they have forever laboured to keep the masses cowed, docile and disunited, (the goal of state education, the product of TV and internet porn) and who can deny their success?

Nevertheless, the fight goes on.

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What a consensus looks like

Climate alarmists have the habit of getting real cranky when you question the Gospel of St Al. Oops, another group of scientists have just clobbered that dead donkey they keep peddling as a racing cert for the 1.15 at Chepstow, namely the 'consensus'.

I guess it's easy to have a consensus if you refuse to debate with anyone that disagrees, indeed label them as latterday heretics. No doubt, in the days of the Inquisition, there was a pretty broad consensus on Catholic theology.

Mighty Orion

As an urban dweller and keen stargazer, I often come close to dispairing of ever seeing the wondrous beauty of a clear night sky, remembering fondly my time in the Sana'a, Yemen, where power cuts were almost guaranteed. There's a lot to be said for erratic electricity grids...

And then comes a night like the last, with Orion, Taurus, Gemini, Leo, both dogs, Saturn and Mars and countless more besides, all to be seen from my balcony.

Don't tell the Government. If they find out how much pleasure can be derived from staring into space, they'll tax it.

This brown envelope? It's a present from me muvver

The unravelling scandal of Labour's party funding brings a little schaden- freudlicher warmth to the heart. Back in the 1990s, Labour made hay over every allegation of Tory sleaze, most of which were of a sexual nature -THIS LOT DON'T EVEN COUNT THOSE ONES.

Now we have the sickening prospect of our tax money, taken under duress, being divvied up by the major parties, because they can't live within their means or be trusted to obey the law.

Parasites.

Glorious Ten Year Plan?

Not for nothing are the policies of this Government reminiscent of the Soviet Union, or the barren wasteland of Orwell's Airstrip One. So, I greet it's announcements of the latest education plans with the same enthusiasm as I would greet news that the chocolate ration is to be increased, or the tractor production figures have exceeded expectations.

The Guardian reports:

"The 170-page report covers every aspect of children's lives from obesity to how they learn to read. With several main points already released to the press, including the extension of free nursery care to two-year-olds and an overhaul of the national curriculum, schools are bracing themselves for a wave of reforms."

Call me an old cynic, but without reading this document I know that it is a fatuous, useless piece of shit, written by wankers and cunts, who think they're experts, but in fact know less than what an illiterate farmer's wife from the Middle Ages forgot on her way to the barn.

These 'educationalists' took over fifty years to begrudgingly admit that their 'whole word' reading policy had been proven to fail. Virtually any parent is better able to teach their child to read than the teaching profession's finest young pioneer. State-controlled schools are the problem. As Bastiat wrote:

"All monopolies are detestable, but the worst of all is the monopoly of education."

School versus Education

"Schools train individuals to respond as a mass. Boys and girls are drilled in being bored, frightened, envious, emotionally needy, generally incomplete. A successful mass production economy requires such a clientele. A small business, small farm economy like that of the Amish requires individual competence, thoughtfulness, compassion, and universal participation; our own requires a managed mass of leveled, spiritless, anxious, familyless, friendless, godless, and obedient people who believe the difference between Cheers and Seinfeld is a subject worth arguing about."

John Taylor Gatto - 'The Underground History of American Education' (from the chapter 'Bad character as a management tool'.)

Come on America

If you don't recognise what Ron Paul's talking about, it's because IT'S THE TRUTH. Up the Revolution!

You have the right to obey

These new cops, they don't have to read you your rights, or tell you why you're being arrested. Why, only a subversive would even ask. Isn't it fun to have power? I'm so happy our own police are tooling up with Tasers. Read more here.

Really nice!

Cannonbal Adderley's band playing 'Bossanova Nemo', later to be named 'Jive samba' on Jazz Scene USA, hosted by Oscar Brown Jr.

Ah! Melody

I remember seeing this film years ago. I think I was off school sick, and in my weakened state I found it very touching. 'Melody' from 1971, reuniting Jack Wild and Mark Lester, the Artful Dodger and Oliver respectively from the hit musical, and Tracey Hyde as the eponymous heroine, together with a host of familiar faces in the supporting cast, and portraying a London and a childhood that produces an almost suffocating nostalgia in me. A bit silly, but an oft-overlooked gem.

Bankers: the bastards!

“Banking was conceived in iniquity and was born in sin. The bankers own the earth. Take it away from them, but leave them the power to create money, and with the flick of the pen they will create enough deposits to buy it back again. However, take it away from them, and all the great fortunes like mine will disappear and they ought to disappear, for this would be a happier and better world to live in. But, if you wish to remain the slaves of bankers and pay the cost of your own slavery, let them continue to create money."

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(1880-1941, one-time director of the Bank of England)

Not much of a video..

...but fuck it! 'The nervous track' from Nuyorican Soul. Dance music was supposed to be about dancing rather than staring at a stage, anyway.

They want your children

In a sweeping move planned for next year, the Government is taking control of every nursery in the country through the imposition of a national curriculum for children under five years old. The evil fabians are ready to tighten their grip over those least able to defend themselves.

Not without some resistance: today a campaign was launched, including many top child psychologists to fight back against the nationalisation of toddlers, claiming the prussian-style framework will adversely affect many children. Dr Richard House, one of the group, told the BBC:

"It's just not appropriate to manage everything - this audit mentality is coming into the early years stage and it is going to be disastrous. If the practitioners have to look over their shoulder to tick boxes and are monitoring children, the quality of relating with children could be severely compromised."

None of this is surprising. Children are all different and develop at different rates, and do not develop uniformly. Any parent with more than one child can tell you that. With this new system, each child will be categorised in a hundred different ways, and a stultifying uniformity will be instilled into them all. Any willful infant will be immediately branded as having 'special educational needs' and, if the parents let them, medicated. All this overseen by an army of inspectors, looking for faults, revelling in their new powers.

This is nothing to do with education. They want your children. They want them in the system, fingerprinted, categorised, regimented, and as young as possible. They are scum. Resist them.