Saturday, 23 May 2015

Private Humour Army Style

Two good old boys, Mick and Paddy, have been promoted from privates to Lance Corporals.

Not long afterward, they're out for a walk and Mick says, "Hey, Paddy, there's the NCO Club; let's you and me step in."

"But we're only privates," protests Paddy.

"We're Lance Corporals now," says Mick, pointing to his stripe and pulling him inside. "Now, Paddy, I'm a-gonna sit down and have me a drink."

"But we're privates," says Paddy.

"You blind, boy?" asks Mick, pointing again at his stripe. "We're Lance Corporals now!"

So they have their drink, and pretty soon one of the Army lasses comes up to Mick.

"You're cute," she says, "and I'd like to date you, but I've got a bad case of gonorrhoea."

Mick pulls his friend to the side and whispers, "Paddy, go look in the dictionary and see what Gonorrhoea means. If it's okay, give me the okay sign."

So Paddy goes to look it up, comes back, and gives Mick the big thumbs up.

Three weeks later Mick is laid up in the infirmary with a terrible case of gonorrhoea. Mick says to Paddy, "Why the hell did you give me the thumbs up?"

"Well Mick, in the dictionary, it says gonorrhoea affects only the privates and we're Lance Corporals now."

Monday, 4 May 2015

BBC Radio 5 Live this morning - Victoria Derbyshire

This morning on Radio 5 Live I listened to a slanted debate under the stewardship of Victoria Derbyshire.  Throughout, my main objection to the BBC’s sponsorship of such events is always the slanting of the audience to suit the BBC obvious bias.

Point ONE.  The country is supposedly 90% British with 10 % immigrant or those born of immigrant parents.  If this false assumption is accepted, then it stands to reason that any BBC audience would or should reflect the general population.  This morning’s programme once again reinforce views that Auntie is not in the least bit concerned with representing the British in particular, for a misguided and almost treasonable assumption that it is all in our best interest to have our voiced over-talked by foreigners.

Point TWO.  I am heartily sick of ALL politicians who refer to Irish as immigrants.  Which Irish People do they mean?  The Northern Prodestant or the Southern Catholic?  

If they mean the North Irish, the lovely Ulster Loyalist, the backbone of the British Nation since the 17th Century, then they are fabricating on very boggy ground.  As Whites are being murdered and expelled from African Country after African Country for nothing more than their colour, then the Prodestants of Ulster are being systematically eradicated for their attachments to their religion and culture.  If people really want to go and see what modern Belfast looks like, go and walk along the dividing wall through the city wearing a Union flag on one side, then the Irish tricolour on the reverse.

If they mean the Southern Irish, let them reflect on fact.  When partition was finally accomplished in the South, the Protestant population in that part of the former British Isles was something like 50/50.  The Government of Ireland Act 1920 was passed with no account of the Protestants in the South and subsequently, over the next century, the majority of Southern Protestants have done what will happen to English people.  We witness, without comment, on the ghettoization of immigrant areas, flushed clean of English people by apathy and laws that do not protect the indigenous people.  Sadly there is nowhere safe to escape to outside of these islands with the exception possibly of Canada, New Zealand and Australia for the fearful.

And again, Auntie had a chance to ask why so many, especially Pakistani men, have gratuitously abused the system, our generosity and more vile, our children?  The fact I did not hear Victoria even encroach on this important subject reflects more on the presenter and not on the listener.

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Boers view of South Africa - and why they are leaving in droves after 500 years


Short and not so sweet.  For ANC we should substitute Labour in UK with a large spice of SNP.

Having watched and participated in African Affairs for over half a century, I find it rather disconcerting that I now have to listen to the most vitriolic assault on rational thought since I was born.  As we approach a new general Election, the only thing that stands out is that not a single prospective Member of Parliament appears to have an answer to anything.  They are nearly all tarred with Class, Race or Political ideology.  Like religion, that ought to be treated with suspicion and immediately scrutinised over content, viability, accuracy and just plain Common Sense.

To illuminate, I have a young female friend who is voluntarily going to Zambia to “teach sexual transmitted disease avoidance” to the Native Zambians.  She is going to a country where it is said that over 60% of the population had Aids or Aids related conditions.  Her charity is admirable but extremely na├»ve.  At this point I will not repeat experiences with the Himba in Northern Namibia because readers can review that for themselves on these blogs. So let me relate a story that encapsulates all my angst’s and knowledge of human nature and desires.

In the late 70’s I was resident in Victoria Falls, held a position of influence in a minor capacity, but was privy to everything that went on through ‘the job’!  Even though we were in the middle of a very nasty terrorist war, tourist still migrated to this Wonderful Oasis, for short breaks, to visit the casinos and the magnificent Falls. 

One extremely attractive air hostess, an employee of a major US airline arrived in our Haven.  We became friends.  Bragging rights I can hear you all say.  Not that she had any sexual interests in me. She was tall, great body and face that legend recalls could launch a thousand ships.  This extremely attractive White American was in the Falls for one thing and one thing only, she wanted to FUCK BLACK.  Sorry if the truth offends but that problem is yours and not mine.  I’m only relating factual history.

For the three nights she was in the Falls she accomplished her mission.  On the last day I drove her back to Victoria Fall Airport and saw her onto the Viscount.  As discreetly as possible I handed an envelope to the senior Hostess on the flight.  It was a small community and it was impossible not to get to know everyone who regularly sojourned into this tiny hamlet.  Needless to say I knew all the crews as they were either related to serving soldiers or came under my jurisdiction for safe accommodation when they had an overnight stay.  I asked that they handed hand the envelope over when our visitor was making her connection at Rand Airport, Johannesburg.

Inside I had placed a copy of the medical history of her recent partner, a large handsome Batonga Tribesman she had been pleasuring those past few nights.  I had access to his medical history because he was one of my scouts.  Before I get inundated with the private rights of the medical records of the individual, the health rights of the partner maybe considered.  I do not subscribe to the near hysterical demands for the absolute secrecy of those carrying a disease from a population where that condition is/was endemic and a precursor to the deadly Aids pandemic.  The Big Boy had incurable syphilis.  I had actually watched as a Medic drained his glands of the vile, rancid puss and held it under his nose. The medical team had tried to teach him, to educate him in the most rudimentary fashion imaginable to what his habits resulted in.  It was an exercise in absolute futility.

It was like watching the flood waters of the might Zambezi flow over Victoria Falls where the ancient rocks made no barrier to the waters at all. Sexual education makes no difference to a certain type of person whether they are Black, White or The Tangerine sexual deviant.  Moderation and control means nothing otherwise wise and powerful people, mainly men, would not be getting themselves into situations where they have to satisfy their desires with children, goats, men’s bottoms or a plastic dummy.  Addiction, whether it is alcohol, gambling or smoking is a disease that ought to be controlled, like all diseases, and not treated as a socially acceptable excess.

From the Batonga I witnessed and learned how the habitual use of dagga – not mine, theirs - affected an entire people.  When I first arrived I did not know of my fighting soldiers resentments. They, being Ndebele and from fighting warrior stock, had been the Rulers of the areas because of their ferocity in battle, and the Batonga were not.  The administrators permitted them by law, them being the Batonga, to cultivate and grow their own dagga - marijuana.  It produced a paranoid almost schizophrenic race/tribe that was not fit for the 20th Century. They were, sadly to say, ideally suited for a life in the heroin dens and dives of every backstreet in every city around the world.  So please do not attack me with the virtuous praise for this insidious weed or the habitual abuser.

What generations of educationalists, politicians and know-alls ignore is that culture and history dictates most of people’s attitudes.  We are seeing this destroyed today in the West.  Voices reasoning with others from knowledge are being silenced on the executioner’s block of Political Correctness.  Cannot people understand that those from other cultures, their cultures are supreme and will remain supreme whether it has 5th century values with all their inherent levels of reason or otherwise?  The Northern Cultures mean nothing to others except for where it is and the riches it provides.  In the 13 century the Mongols enriched themselves at the cost to the existing civilisations.  Their dominance lasted but a few decades and the legacy is difficult to find.  The West will loose its predominance because Western Politicians know everything but understand nothing!  I fear for my young friend but will not divert her as she has to be able to make judgments for herself and hopefully for her future children.

Monday, 27 April 2015


“I am extremely concerned about the widening gulf that exists between the management of the club and the supporters,” says Blackpool’s Labour MP Gordon Marsden about his town’s troubled football club.
Fans of the relegated Championship side are desperate to see the back of the Oyston family who own the club and with a tight election looming, Marsden has championed their cause.

Though Marsden was not so concerned late last year. In fact, he was so close to the Oyston family he popped round to their home for Christmas drinks.

Marsden and Oyston?  What a collaboration that conjures in the minds of the cynical.  I remember a friend having legal trouble with one, thirty years ago.  I know that the Blackpool public has been short changed by the other for the past two decades.

I know that a former Blackpool Councillor was known as a thief and the whole of the Council  ought to have been informed that that Councillor had stolen many thousands of pounds from the Blackpool Cabbies Charity .  It is sad for the community that it took a serious case of Child Sexual Exploitation to get this parasite out of council offices when the whole of the council's elected membership was in possession of emails telling of his infamy.

Why, when we know these people are unfit for office, do we allow a system that penalises those who expose the malfeasance rather than the recidivist who should be automatically barred?

Saturday, 25 April 2015

1982 today. Sapphire Queensland

This is where I spent a birthday, in a place called Sapphire, Queensland.  The region is a mining area and for a few Dollars I purchased a Fossickers Licence and spent a month getting pissed whilst this lot dug for gems.

They were untypical Aussies.  Generous, comical, abusive and reserved; everything: sometimes all at once.

Today it is best we say thanks to OUR KITH and KIN.  Who in their right minds barred our families from coming to the land of their fathers yet give free access to millions who want nothing more than to destroy us?

Friday, 24 April 2015

The Lesson of Tower Hamlet will be ignored

Every school in UK should be given a video of the Tower Hamlet debacle and every teacher ought to be made to explain why their Marxist ideals have ruined Great Britain.

Stop the slanted Communist indoctrination of the British Youth and make them aware that good education combined with a sound Protestant Work Ethic is what made Britain work.  Socialism makes Britian a begging ground for the likes of the Mike Philpotts of the World, irrespective of colour or creed.

Into this country there are lots of immigrants who are a pleasure to be in their company.  Those who have nailed their colours to the Labour masts are not.

 Petitioners Andy Erlam, Angela Moffat and Azmal Hussein accused Lutfur Rahman of electoral fraud 

When good people come together to do good, then Britain is the best place on Earth to be.  When Britain goes down the Socialist road , it is purgatory.

Monday, 20 April 2015

Last March past

The last time on Parade.

I wonder how many of these support Sgt Alexander Blackman, our hero in a political prison?

Saturday, 18 April 2015

Hustings for Blackpool South

Hustings for Blackpool South

Debate & Hustings in Blackpool South

Labour, Conservative, Lib-Dems, Greens & Blackpool Supporters Trust

 I will be in hostile territory so 
Your support is needed

Host: Blackpool Supporters’ Trust
When: Tuesday 28 April at 6.30pm
Location: Number 1 Club, Bloomfield Road

Why should any candidate for a Westminster seat imply that they are going into hostile territory just because they will be facing their constituents?  I had a few drinks with a lad out of the Lancashire Regiment who has done several Tours of Duty into Afghanistan and he knows all about "hostile territory".  

I just love the way that prospective Westminster politicians abuse the English language.

For example. How often do you hear a politician talk about "Irish Immigrant Labour".  The phrase is meaningless unless you are completely ignorant of your history.  It is another Blairism to placate and calm the angst of the millions of immigrants he and his Party imported into overcrowded UK.  It is time that all English speaking politicians learned the difference between Immigrant and Migrant.

The one on the firing line ought to be that useless waste of £300.000 pa, Gordon Marsden.  Not only does he seldom reply to a constituent, but has watched in glorious silence from his home in Brighton as the Promenade disintegrated into a Death Trap, the rail network became Third World, the trams an overpriced chaos, and what little industry we had moved away.  

Blackpool is desperate for ReBirth. We need proper facilities for employment and the commencement of our once great industry, Holidays.  

We need at least one Olympic size swimming pool.  We need several venues where at least 15.000 delegates can meet and confer in comfort and safety.  Manchester has stolen Blackpool's thunder and the buffoons in Labour glory in the demise.  

Anyone supporting Labour ought to be severely challenged, as are the greens and Lib/Dems. Of the cons I can only ask why no-one mentions their corrupt and vile colleague, Julian Manure?