Thursday, May 30, 2013

Someone Will Eventually Need Protecting from Somebody...

Fun with dear old Anjem Choudary.Waiting to sign on, before returning to his council house, earlier today

What I find quite bemusing, is that so many people have absolutely no grasp of history. Yes, this country has a quite marvellous tradition of accepting people from overseas - not unalloyed by predjudice and bigotry, granted, but nonetheless eventually accepting. This wasn't forced and coerced by law, it was a gradual - and dare I say it - organic process. It was imperfect, and took time, but the acceptance and tolerance engendered was all the more solid and durable through it's innate authenticity.

Then came the puppeteers of the political class and the professional social engineers, people who looked on the nation and decided that this was imperfect, and that by wielding the mechanisms of government and state that it could be not only perfected, but massively accelerated. I remember the Race Relations Act of 1976 (IIRC), and I remember the seething resentment it stirred up among working-class people at the time. Not because there was any concrete animus against immigrants, but because they were perceived to be receiving preferential treatment. Oh, there was racial abuse aplently, stupid stereotypical jokes and media portrayals to boot; but real violence? Active discrimination? Not really, certainly not in the North. Had that been the case, cities like Bradford, Leeds and Sheffield would have been unable to function.

Even my little corner of the world, the Scunthorpe of song and story, by no means a seething cosmopolitan metropolis was, by the late 1960's home to thriving communities of Asians, Poles and Ukrainians. All of whom rubbed along to one degree or another, maintaining their respective cultural identities while gradually integrating into the flow of British life. This is solely down to the fact that if you leave British people alone, they'll reach their own accommodations, in their own time. It's when this process is tampered with, that friction and tensions which never need be engendered, will occur.

I won't belabour the catastrophic and malign attempts to tamper with the national fabric from 1997 onward. It's been done to death, and moreover is a fait accompli. We are where we are.

However, there is now a backlash building, and the mechanisms of civil society seem wilfully blind to the fact, and as characterised by the tale to which I link, it's actions demonstrate that there is a crisis of understanding between the state and people. People don't understand why the state behaves as it does, and the state doesn't understand the mounting rage and frustration of the people.

I mentioned a lack of understanding of history, and my point is this. Tolerance compelled by law is no tolerance at all. It is a house of straw. Those who take advantage of our genuine tolerance, who sneer at our values, abuse our generosity and finally come to regard us as some species of lesser animal, ripe for slaughter and subjugation are stoking a whirlwind that may well blow that straw house away.

If that evil, awful day is allowed to dawn, there are people who may be sharply reminded of what merciless thoroughgoing bastards the British can be, when the whirlwinds blow.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Heavenly Choir to the Stage Please, Heavenly Choir...

Can it be? Can it really be?

Following Alcohol 'Concern' having it's financial throat slit (let joy be unconfin'd), Saint Christopher de Snowdon over at VGIF indicates that another brick may be about to be kicked out of the Nu-Puritan wall.

Oh, that the most evil of lie-factories could be choked off, that ASH be reduced to ashes.

If that day dawns I will get falling-down piss-down-my-leg drunk in celebration. To see that smug, self-satisfied smile wiped off Arnott's ugly mug will leave me with at least one happy image to take to my grave.

Oh, and here's one more...

ASH's tax-payer funding stream, earlier today?

Monday, January 09, 2012

Oh really?

The Chair of the HOC Science and Technology Committee, earlier today.

So, the House of Commons Science and Technology Committee (eh?) has recommended that we benighted gin-sodden proles abstain from the Demon Drink for two days a week.

I don't know about anyone else, but currently the biggest threat to my wellbeing is massively elevated blood-pressure engendered by the endless conga line of nannying, authoritarian, neo-puritan strap-ons presuming they have a right to poke their noses into every corner of my private life.

Tell you what, you unconscionable pack of arseholes, try leading from the front for a refreshing change, perhaps by:

1: Auctioning the entire contents of the Palace of Westminster wine cellars and donating the proceeds to SSAFA and/or the RBL.

2: Removing the £6+ million quid subsidy you (literally) piss up the wall annually in subsidising your bars and restaurants so that you too can enjoy the full benefits of minimum pricing per (ho ho) unit of alcohol.

When you ballbags start walking the walk, I might review my policy of ignoring every bloody word you say, but I make no promises.

Oh, and fuck the lot of you. Twice.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

So Now it Becomes Clear(er)

That incredible bubble headed misanthrope Huhne has been pontificating (yes, it does give you hairy palms and send you mad) at the CPRE.

It's much as one would expect - climate change will eat our babies and unless we sacrifice the young women of the village to the Earth Goddess blah, blah, blee, blah ad nauseam.

However, one of his remarks exploded off the page, to wit-

"For the first time since the 18th century, we have a chance to return to a true sustainability."

So, three hundred years of human progress is to be consigned to the bin in pursuit of what exactly?

The majority of us reduced to toiling peasantry, while Huhne and his filthy ilk live like The Sun King?

Fuck you Mr. Huhne. My ancestors sacrificed and toiled to drive the gears of civilisation through each agonisingly slow notch forward.

That's why we still live in a century replete with marvels. The 21st. The 18th. can remain in the history books, where it belongs.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Dear BBC...

Smith and Blears, pictured in the BBC Green Room, earlier today

...please, please will you stop taking the fucking piss! I don't mean the usual catalogue of egregiosities, the lying by omission with regard to the EU, 'climate change'; the sickening Obama worship etc. etc. ad nauseam.

No, these are more than adequately documented by the excellant Biased BBC, anything I could add would be merely to gild the lily.

I refer to the attempt to rehabilitate thieving, troughing Noo-Laybah scumbags as valid political commentators, and worse, funnel our license fees into their overstuffed pockets.

The sight of Hazel Blears on The Politics Show, and that buggering bloody Smith woman on the execrable This Week, Thursdays is just bloody insupportable.

Just fuck off, and take them with you.

Monday, November 01, 2010

Dear Barry...

This is just for you. Enjoy the midterms, you puffed-up Anglophobic prick.

Kindest regards,

Mac the Knife.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

A Stirring Tale...

...of one idiot against the system!

'Paint' is a blunt instrument

Tomorrow morning I get out this bloody hospital! Home again! Woo-hoo!

Normality (or at least my version of it).

I'm going to have a bacon roll.

And then beer.