Thursday, 31 July 2008
For centuries, I have wondered what mystical attributions Poly Toyboy has, to make her worth so much to tell us, the public, what we are doing wrong. She has a twin in that awful Independent correspondent, Jasmine Alibbaabbaa Black sheep. Tried wiping my bottom on their papers but the shit would not stick.
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Monday, 28 July 2008
Sunday, 27 July 2008
Saturday, 26 July 2008
Grants for poor whites
The Real Estate industry is all but destroyed. Many of the whites, especially those from Portuguese extracts, have been in Southern Africa for 500 years. There pot of gold was the endeavour, the hard work and pure grind of existing in such a hostile environment. The turned nations into a virtual paradise, created stability and a place worth living in.I will always remember the last words said to me by my domestic. "Iche, I don't like Black Africa. No good, Boss." He ought to have known, he is a Malawian.
If David Cameron really wants to know Africa, go talk to Jackson or the poor Whites. Better still, stay at home and solve the problems of the poor Brits.
Friday, 25 July 2008
MPs Gordon Marsden and Joan Humble have been elected to top offices in a new All-Party Parliamentary Group which has been set up to advance and lobby for veterans’ interests in both Houses of Parliament.
At the inaugural meeting of the all-party group which includes both MPs and Peers, Mr Marsden was elected chair and Mrs Humble secretary. The new Veterans Group, which already has over 90 members who have joined from both Commons and Lords, drawn from all the main parties and crossbenches has among its aims “Emphasising the importance of veterans, young and old, in our communities and way of life”.
Labour Cullodened in Glasgow east. Within the next eighteen months that will be the same in Blackpool.
Why? Last night I talked to a young man who echoed the derision of youth and the enthusiasm of not having lived through past Labour miseries on the late 60's and mid 70's.
With prospective Conservatives swanning it in deepest Rwanda, now is an ideal time for the youth of the region to kick these fossils in the dangly bits.
Go for it Ben. If you can't find a decent Party to adopt you, follow the lead of the Independent Doctor in the Forest of Dean and go it alone. I think the Conservatives have dropped a clanger with their nominee and I will be doing everything in my power to explain why to the electorate. Already the hierarchy of the local CP(Conservative Party) refuse to debate their situation with anyone not in their local party. Where was that article that say it takes £20K to get a nomination as a CP prospective candidate?
Wednesday, 23 July 2008
A Royal Marine who threw himself on a grenade to save his comrades' lives is to receive the George Cross.
What people do not realise about the Royal Marines is that they do not expect to get reward. Fair payment and a covenant to look after them in ill-health and old age is all a Royal asks for.
But who cares?
Well done, Royal, and all the other men and women in the Front Line.
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
In his speech to the Rwandan government, David Cameron said that some people in Britain had told him not to come here, to stay and deal with the problems at home.
There are Africans in Blackpool who can tell them exactly what Central Africa is like, why waste their own time. Getting to grips with the problems of housing and poverty in Blackpool would be more beneficial and practical. Professor Peter Beighton, Chair of Genetics at Cape Town University could enlighten them to many aspects of needs with 35 years experience of the Continent. A 4 week soiree is nothing more than an idiots' folly , and they want you to pay for it.
Tip. Do not take that fat Tory Pickles. He could feed a kraal for a month.
Sunday, 20 July 2008
Friday, 18 July 2008
Try getting an 18 stone former regular soldier onto a bur with his wheel chair. As often as not you cannot, because their is a pram already on the bus. The Disabilities Act requires the Transport Authorities to make available disabled spaces. Only Stagecoach in this area enforces the Law and requires young adults to fold away their carriages and sit their children on their laps. I would love to be able to do this with the 18 stone gentleman, but I cannot.
All the disabled ask for is their RIGHTS underwritten in Law. Unfortunately, it is not the young parent who is the pariah, but it is usually the elderly who have no conception of what it is like to be imprisoned in a wheel-chair, the problems that carers have and the sheer hard work to get a wheelchair up and down the pavements of this unfriendly slum.
Thursday, 17 July 2008
How Gordon Marsden voted on key issues since 2001:
- Voted against a transparent Parliament. votes, speeches
- Voted moderately for introducing a smoking ban. votes, speeches
- Voted strongly for introducing ID cards. votes, speeches
- Voted very strongly for introducing foundation hospitals. votes, speeches
- Voted strongly for introducing student top-up fees. votes, speeches
- Voted very strongly for Labour's anti-terrorism laws. votes, speeches
- Voted very strongly for the
war. votes, speeches Iraq
- Voted very strongly against an investigation into the
war. votes, speeches Iraq
- Has never voted on replacing Trident. votes, speeches
- Voted moderately for the hunting ban. votes, speeches
With so much energy left ovre from doing so little, it is no wonder he voted against reforming MP's expenses and the retention of the John Lewis list perks. This certainly is how to defeat inflation.
Wednesday, 16 July 2008
OUTRAGED Marines were ordered to remove their Help for Heroes wristbands at a funeral of a comrade who died in Afghanistan.
They were told the bracelets “weren’t smart enough” and threatened with a £50 fine if they continued to break strict uniform rules.
Yesterday one Marine revealed that the barring of the wristbands – which is at the discretion of commanding officers – was causing “huge upset and divisions” in the forces.
Retiring General Sir Richard Dannatt and Princes William and Harry have been pictured wearing their wristbands in full uniform.
A military source yesterday said: “The issue over wristbands is becoming a sticky one. Some stuck-in-the-mud commanding officers believe they infringe strict uniform rules. Then again, no one is as supportive of the charity as the Armed Forces.”
I cannot imagine the Head of the Rhodesian Army issuing edicts to Selous Scouts over dress and getting away with it.
Discipline is disciple, but common sense is common sense. If there is an overwhelming response from those doing the job that a matter has to be dealt with in a certain manner, then any reasonable senior rank would take that into consideration.
I was told by an individual that I cannot wear my Rhodesian GSM on parade. My response..."Do you want that finger broken or do you want to clean your teeth from up your arse-hole?"
Word of warning to the Marines. Collective dissent is Mutiny. There are arse-holes out there who would use QR&R's to pervert your desire to give homage to your comrades.
You will not remember this, but these are the words scribed into history by our forefathers from the Great war...
"Fuck 'em all. Fuck 'em all.
The long and the short and the tall.
Fuck all the sergeants and WO 1's.
Fuck all the sergeants and their f**king sons..."
Get one of the bandies to play you the tune...
We have always had the right to use reasonable force in certain circumstances. The problem, as I see it, is poor legal advice. When the Everton centre forward Duncan Ferguson was acquitted not once, but twice, for defending his property and family, it was good advocacy that kept his out of prison even though he has a record and past prison life for assault. What is good for Ferguson should be good for every individual defending himself and others against attack.
Poor advocacy is a problem, not just in the UK but everywhere in this commercial world, where the poor get inferior service to those with full wallets.
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
Food up double in most supermarkets. Most wines have been massively increased just so these thieves can offer reductions.
Have you tried to get a quote from an alternative electric supplier? Very interesting. If you do not tell them who your present supplier is they will not quote you a price. Try asking for a 'blind quote', or their absolutely cheapest tariff. The young man at Scottish Power got most offensive when I would not comply. "You must..." No Scottish Power you must not. It is common practice and legal to ask for a quote without you having all my information. Had I agreed to their terms I would be paying about 40% over what I presently pay, on a fixed rate tariff until August of 2009.
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Monday, 14 July 2008
Apr 25 2007
This is an edited extract from the forthcoming book Through the Darkness: A Life in
The Bulawayo Chronicle reported on Saturday February 12 1983 that Sydney Sekeremayi, Minister of State (Defence) in the Prime Minister's Office, had said that 5 Brigade was going to operate in
Not all readers could have comprehended the report, but rumours had been mounting about the commission of terrible deeds by armed forces in different parts of the country, particularly
Then Henry Karlen, the Catholic Bishop of
Bishop Karlen said he had tried without success to make an appointment with the prime minister to tell him what was happening and to get him to stop.
The Catholics had been assembling evidence from their network of churches, schools and hospitals throughout the rural areas. The bishop asked if he could send a copy of these documents to my father and whether, as a senator appointed by Mugabe, he could seek an appointment for Karlen and others with the prime minister.
My father said he would do whatever he could. Karlen would courier the material to me and I would hold it for my father, who was due in
The documents were delivered to my office on Thursday 17 February. I rang my father to report their arrival and he gave me permission to look at them, which I immediately did. Then I wished I hadn't.
Events chronicled were far, far worse than I could ever have imagined. It seemed that state armed forces -- whether only 5 Brigade or others too -- had gone berserk in an orgy of violence against defenceless civilians.
I felt so horrified, sick and faint that I longed to go straight home to bed. But I had an appointment early that evening with a representative of an overseas agency which could benefit the Zimbabwe Project.
I couldn't cancel.
We met at the Quill Club, a haunt of journalists and others who relished informed gossip, in the Ambassador Hotel near parliament. We had an adequate, if short, conversation and then I excused myself.
As I was leaving, someone hailed me. I turned and there was Justin Nyoka, now government's director of information, waving at me and calling "Judy! Come and say hello!" He was with two other men, one of whom I didn't know. When I joined them, he was introduced to me as Brigadier Agrippah Mutambara, head of the
I shook hands with them, sat down and we exchanged courtesies. Justin bought me what was gladly described as a bitterly cold Castle Lager.
Bishop Karlen's documents started burning in my handbag. I knew I would never have an opportunity like this again and steeled myself to speak to Nhongo.
I suppose Bishop Karlen had thought that perhaps Mugabe did not know what was happening. I suppose I thought that maybe Nhongo didn't know either.
I said how wonderful it was that we were having this chance meeting, as I had information about army activities in
The noise around us was increasing as more people came into the club and I could tell he was straining to hear me. I persevered and said it appeared as though forces were out of control; that atrocities were being committed and that mass graves were being filled with the corpses of helpless citizens.
Then, with terror, I fell silent. I had been noticing huge trickles of sweat pouring down Justin's temples. He was mopping his face and saying, "Judy, keep quiet! Judy, keep quiet!" but Brigadier Mutambara intervened and said, "No, let her speak. She may know things we don't. Let us hear what she has to say."
Nhongo was stuttering, whether with horror or anger I couldn't tell. I learned later that the stutter was a normal part of his speech. People passing our table kept trying to greet him, and he waved them all away.
He asked me for specific localities. I said I would find out for him. He said he was going to
But, I said, thinking of Bishop Karlen, I might be able to find someone else to accompany him. Certainly I would try to compile information for him about what appeared to be happening. I gave him my telephone number and said if he really wanted someone to guide him, he should let me know as soon as possible and I would try to help. Then I said goodnight and slipped away.
Early the next morning, I telephoned Bishop Karlen and told him of my meeting with the army commander. I asked permission to copy all his documents for Nhongo.
He was quiet and obviously troubled but eventually said yes as others, including my father, of course, had, or were about to receive copies.
At about 9.30 I received a call from our reception area a floor below to say someone from the army was waiting for me in a car downstairs.
I scribbled a note to Sister Janice McLaughlin, saying something like: The Army Commander, Lt Gen Nhongo, has sent a car for me. I put it in a sealed envelope and gave it to Morris Mtsambiwa in an adjacent office, calmly saying, without explanation, that I was going somewhere and he must deliver the note if I wasn't back before our offices closed that afternoon.
On the street I found a very smart looking Brigadier Mutambara in khaki uniform waiting for me. He opened the passenger door at the front of the olive green army car, I climbed in and we drove away -- to where or what my mind refused to consider.
I greeted him and started talking, trying to act as though everything was normal. I said I had just been on the telephone to Bishop Karlen and had told him of my meeting with Nhongo and himself the previous evening.
I said Bishop Karlen was the one who had compiled the information I had talked about and that he had given me permission to copy all the documents for the army commander. Mutambara seemed preoccupied. He was driving in the direction of Chikurubi Prison and started talking about himself and the fact that he was divorcing his wife, who had been unfaithful to him, and preparing to marry someone else. He stopped at a bottle store, went in and bought a couple of bottles of beer and orange juice and then proceeded to a house which, I think, was in the Chikurubi complex.
A servant let us in, not looking at us. The brigadier led me into a bedroom, opened a bottle of beer for each of us, unstrapped his firearm in its holster, laid it on the bedside table next to my head and proceeded. I did not resist.
Before long the subjugation was over, he dropped me back at our offices and, in the words of Eddison Zvobgo, I tried to continue on my road precisely as if nothing had ever happened.
Should you fall, rise with grace, and without/ Turning to see who sees, continue on your road/
Precisely as if nothing had ever happened;/ For those who did not, the ditches became graves.
I collected the unopened letter I had left with Morris and destroyed it. Then I made copies of Bishop Karlen's documents and drafted a covering letter to accompany them to Lieutenant General Nhongo and now, also, to Brigadier Mutambara.
After the weekend I contacted Mutambara, who had given me a card with his number. We met at the reception desk of the Ambassador Hotel.
I handed over an envelope for Nhongo and one for Mutambara himself, each containing a complete set of Bishop Karlen's horrifying documents on death and destruction, my letter to Nhongo and a copy of it for the brigadier.
Dated Monday 21 February, it read:
"Lieutenant General Nhongo
It was a privilege to talk to you and your friends at the Quill Club last Thursday evening, and to hear your views. My own strong feelings were based in part on evidence which I was not then authorised to pass on to you.
I now enclose a copy of a letter and reports compiled for the Prime Minister. I believe that Cdes Sekeremayi, Muzenda, Mnangagwa and perhaps others have also been given these copies. Bishop Karlen has given me permission now to give them to you. You can see for yourself the terrible suffering which they portray, if even half of these limited reports are accurate.
It seems to me that if, in the hunt for dissidents, we inflict such enormous damage on people who are Zimbabweans, and who are poor, weak, hungry and defenceless, all we will achieve is the creation of more dissidents forever.
I believe that this policy can only harm
When I hear of such damage to our people, I find it very difficult to sleep at night or to work during the day.
But while I am not in the position to provide these tormented peasants with food, with comfort and with safety, at least I can pass on to you what news I have of them.
I am sure that you are able to help [to] provide food and protection, and that the army can be redirected to healing and construction.
One of the things that frightens me most is to be told of the "disappearance" of so many young men from the affected areas -- people who have never been proved to be dissidents, but who probably played a brave role in the struggle for
Surely the way to "deal" with dissidents is to establish first why they are dissidents, then to think of remedies? In other words, surely a political solution -- perhaps then backed up by the military -- is required, rather than an intransigent military one which, in my humble opinion, cannot be a solution but which can breed only more violence, bitterness and grief.
Thank you for your attention.
There was no further reaction from either Nhongo or Mutambara. I had unburdened myself on the very Friday I was collected to Professor Noel Galen, a retired American psychiatrist and dear friend teaching psychiatry at the
Judith Todd is the daughter of Sir Garfield Todd, erstwhile prime minister of colonial