Monday 30 September 2013

Eternal Life

A guy is walking along Blackpool Beach when he comes across an old oil-lamp partially buried in the sand.
He picks up the lamp and gives it a rub. A genie appears and tells him he has been granted one wish.
The guy thinks for a moment and says, "I want to live forever."
"Sorry," said the genie, "I'm not allowed to grant eternal life."
"OK, then, I want to die after Labour balances the budget and eliminates the debt."
"Clever little bugger!" said the genie.

Police go easy on sex offenders, report shows

More than 1,000 sex offenders have received police cautions in the east of England rather than face court proceedings, it has emerged.(http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-22335575)
The figures, obtained by the BBC via a Freedom of Information request, reveal some of those cautioned admitted rape.
Police say cautions for serious offences are only issued under certain circumstances.
But abuse charities have said there should be a "zero tolerance" approach to crimes such as rape.
A caution is a formal warning issued by police to someone who has admitted a criminal offence. Intended for "low-level offending", cautions are issued at the discretion of police and enable a sanction to be given without going before the courts.


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  • The Ministry of Justice defines a caution as "an out of court disposal given by the police to adult criminals when specified criteria are met. It is designed to be used for "low-level offending"
  • Some sex offences are considered to meet this criteria. For instance, Essex Police issued a caution following a report by a third party in which the victim was "uncooperative" despite the offender "admitting their part". The majority of such cases involve people in their early 20s or late teens
  • In the east of England during the past five years, 1,321 cautions have been issued for house burglaries
  • Cautions have also been issued for fraud, robbery, arson, endangering life, voyeurism, cruelty to children and incest

Police forces across the east of England have issued cautions for arson, house burglary, fraud and child abuse through prostitution or pornography.

Having just fought a local election, this story is offensive as Labour hoisted its petard on a promise that it will eventually protect children.  I will let their abysmal record stand for itself None of the other parties have much to brag about as they will not even mention those being tiptoed into the Courts.  So silent now, but they really shouted the virtues of their favourite "rogues".

I conclude with this from the letter from my friend in Kenya. I’d like to finish this letter with a completely irreverent thought, sent to me by a good friend in SA, “When you are dead you don’t know it. It is difficult only for the others. It is the same thing when you are stupid”. 

Stay safe, Dear Friend.

Sunday 29 September 2013

A letter from Kenya



 I received this letter via the father of a Kenyan White Farmer, a close and dear friend whose children still live in darkening Africa.  I perhaps should not say he is white, but we are so over sensitised that race and colour have become a byword for hate instead of fact.
I will send this on to Gordon Marsden MP but he will not reply, to give him first hand copy of what the people of Kenya are going through.  There will be much talktalk in Westminster and little sense, but I do hope that my friend's epistle strikes a nerve on a Party that took us to Wars on Dodgy Disinformation.

I have redacted some parts to protect the identity of a thoroughly decent man and his lovely family.

Hello friends,



This afternoon it seems as if terrorists have attacked one of Nairobi’s fancy malls and mayhem ensues in the best African tradition. This Westgate Mall has for some years now been considered a prime spot for an attack by terrorists, frequented as it is by UN operatives, embassy staff and the more affluent type of Nairobian. Time will tell just how severe this siege will prove.  Certainly, it’s been on the cards for some time. So much so, I’m a little surprised that the cameras were not already recording the event even as it was initiated. I’m less surprised that it took the police fully 30 minutes to respond to the crisis. The traffic in Nairobi goes beyond my paltry abilities to describe it. 



Just over a month ago some of you might have noticed that the Jomo Kenyatta International Airport burned down. I was on my way towards the airport industrial at about 6am area even as the first ambulances went screaming past at 60km/h on their way to fetch the first of the (mercifully few) casualties. Apparently a rather modest fire had started in the International Arrivals area at about 4am. We still don’t know why. The last major flight having landed and been processed some hours earlier, the on-site firemen, as is their inexplicable habit, had knocked off and disappeared into their various warrens situated around Nairobi. No other emergency staff was available and the poor janitors left in command of the airport were unfamiliar with the expired fire extinguishers and so the blaze was allowed to run un-checked until such time as the fire brigade could be roused from their snug beds in Nairobi and taken to the airport in taxis. To complicate proceedings it seems that several of the fire-engines had been sold off to pay for servicing debts. The few remaining functional ones were initially kept out of the fray for fear of making them dirty because it was, you see, National Fire Awareness Week that particular week and, so we’re told, the engines had been earmarked to participate in a parade through town later on that same day. In truth though, the destruction of that airport has done us all a great favour and we may hope that if a new one is built, by whichever fortunate Chinese contractor is given that job, it is a functional one. 



On a more personal note I have been extremely busy at work. The entire management team (barring a few contented types) resigned from           en-masse and we have started our own export veg producing enterprise. My 30 pieces of silver include a bloody great V8 Toyota Landcruiser and a (small) share of the new company, g          Ltd. I’m not sure which is worth more.   We even made an offer to the current owners of            to buy out their company but, lamentably, it was not well received. Too bad. So now we must part ways with no lack of acrimony, muttered allegations of improper conduct and promises of legal action. I shake in my boots so that I can barely piss straight. But I am excited by the prospect of starting off this new business and so far things have gone well. We have a great team, ample investment, are making good progress in the market and our plantings look just dandy.



 29th Sept 2013

A week has passed since the horrific attack on the Westgate Mall. The opening paragraphs of this letter seem so trite, now we are beginning to learn of the full horror of the events surrounding the attack and subsequent siege. The attack has badly shaken all strata of Kenyan society, it seems that no matter who you talk to they know somebody who was either there at the Westgate Mall or is somehow indirectly affected by the events occurring since the 21st of September. For me a persistent feeling of dread and anxiety has taken root and seems in no hurry to leave, however positive I try to remain about the issue. And, why shouldn’t it? When you hear firsthand accounts of the mutilations of hostages, the systematic executions of children in front of their parents and such it’s only human, I think, to be affected by it. Only the inhuman amongst us could do such things or not be moved, one way or another, by the vileness of the attack.



 I know one man who died there. Ashish Shah was a spare parts trader in Nairobi. He was nothing less than a pleasure to deal with, his demeanor always professional, humourous and respectful. He could make things happen when his competitors couldn’t, or wouldn’t, and his small part in my life was and is well appreciated. He died after entering the Mall with a few of his friends, armed only with pistols, to try and get people out. It makes me sick that such decent people are taken and filth remains.



To make things worse, the much repeated slogan, repeated by the Kenyan PR machine assembled to put a gloss on this attack and the local authority’s response to it, that “we are one” rings hollow when you read of the behavior of the police and armed forces that were sent in to end the siege. It seems that some of the heroic and gallant members of the KDF preferred to loot the bodies of the dead and the up market stores in the mall, rather than face the admittedly difficult task of hunting down the killers.  Chaos still rules, bodies have not been released to kin, recrimination and allegations about the handling of the siege are beginning to be aired publicly between competing state organs. There is as yet absolutely no certainty just how many people were killed, nor, I think, will there ever be. But, such is life in Kenya. We accept it, for now, and hope it won’t happen to us. Forgive me if I seem bitter.



It’s not all bad; in truth the different communities which make up this country have come together. So many people lined up to donate blood that many were turned away. There is ample footage, however awful, showing people of all races helping each other where it was possible to escape or survive the attack. For now, the president is asking Kenyans to remain unified and not take out their anger against the large Somali population located throughout the country. Perhaps, by this show of solidarity, Kenya could yet show the world how the evil of extremist Islam may be defeated.



******* has now reached boarding age. We set up his bed and cupboard in his dorm at his school ******** and let him decide when he would want to start staying nights at the school. I was only a little perturbed when, after hesitating for a week, he climbed right in, insisting on staying at least twice a week. He was also the only kid on his dorm who howled when mom came to take him away home for exeat.  Perhaps the other parents think we beat him at home? 



Today we went for a short walk on the farm. It happened that the farm football team, the L****** K*********, were playing at home to a neighbouring farm and we stood on the sidelines to watch. The kids played tag with the hordes of raggedy workers kids, the dogs chased up and down. L***** scored from a penalty. Life, for the moment, seems quite normal. I sincerely hope that by the time I write another letter it will be rather less angry and more cheerful. I apologize if what is written here seems at any point offensive, it isn’t meant to be. But, I do feel, for reasons I can’t properly explain, that I should just send this out to you all. We are OK, the kids are happy and healthy and we will remember that we are lucky to be alive in this place, amongst these people.



I’d like to finish this letter with a completely irreverent thought, sent to me by a good friend in SA, “When you are dead you don’t know it. It is difficult only for the others. It is the same thing when you are stupid”.



Love

*****

Blackpool South Ukip Invictus

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.




Saturday 21 September 2013

Another Dodgy Dossier to make Labour proud. Highfield Ward

Labour can't lie straight, and I don't mean in bed.

Today, at 1430 hrs, someone purporting to be Peter Hunter, Lieber Party extraordinary, put the following LIE through letter boxes on Molyneux Drive.  Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for Mr Hunter, not many residents appear to have been at home, although they were.

Mr Morrison, a resident of that address was so incensed that he went looking for the originator of Lieber fables to confront him with the truth.  Mr Hunter had apparently joined many of predecessors and done the disappearing act into the smokescreen of his own lies.

For the Labour Party and this individual to use propaganda so flippantly is to besmirch the truth and give a lie to history.  But there again, this modern Labour Party is very good at that.  Why tell the truth when a Lie will do?  Didn't they send us to War on a series of lies?  And didn't their sheep allow our young people to die for it?  And did the Labour party not make an enormous profit from the recent Light Switch - On Party?  Now that is local and Mr Hunter hasn't or dares not raise that with the tax payers of Highfield.  Yea!!!





Mr Hunter must have a really short memory span.  He has he forgotten that his rotten party has held office in the Highfield Ward for too long already.  Every promise he makes in the latest epistle to the perverted have already been reneged on by his Party.  If you are now going to do all these things, why didn't your Party do them while the WonderKind was in office? Too busy wasting money on ruining the promenade, maybe?  Or planning another costly Promenade debacle?  Mr Hunter, you are supposed to use judgment and prudence when handling other peoples money/taxes.  Neither attributes have your Party shown or do you by omission subscribe to.  What makes you think you can do what your Party has manifestly failed to do since it took over from the discredited Conservatives?  You are speeding down the road to ruin as all Labour Councillors have gleefully supported in Blackpool?

Mr Hunter has the nerve to says he is the only  mainstream candidate resident in the Ward.  25 years may be a long time in his mind but historically it is but a blip in the chronology of local history. We'll ignore the fact that Stephen's parents residence was Lostock Gardens at the time of his birth.

Only this morning, on Highfield Road, Stephen bumped into an old friend from his playing days with Blackpool Boys Club in the late 50's.  Stephen played for them because his older brother played with Foxhall Juniors - Fisher's Field - and he was always competitive enough to want to beat his older brother.  Older brother Peter was attending Highfield Secondary Modern and Stephen was at Tyldesley.  Tell us all, Mr Hunter, where were you in the 50's and 60's? Or even 70's and 80's?

If Mr Hunter is intimating that Ukip is not a major party perhaps he ought to look at the European Parliament and the recent results of local elections nationwide.

And since when has Lennox Court been removed from the Ward? One must suppose he doesn't want the one staunch Labour voter on the estate to vote for him?  Or is he afraid of the support being promised elsewhere?

Just as a matter of historical perspective.  Stephen Flanigan was born in his grandmother's home at No 4 Gavan Street, Layton, Blackpool even though his parents lived -at that time - in the prefabs on Lostock Gardens with his two older siblings.  Tell us again how long you've been associated with Highfield ward?

Another Dodgy Dossier to make Labour proud.

For Labour and their candidate.  New to the Ward and in need of guidance.  Both Lennox Court and Lostock Gardens ARE in the Ward.  Stephen Flanigan, whose family lived in Lostock Gardens at the time of his birth and resides in Lennox Court, is the Ukip candidate for the Ward.  Is that too difficult for Labour to understand?

This non-sequitur would make every child born in Victoria Hospital an alien to the ward where the parents reside.  It just goes to show how stupid and ignorant some would be politicians are.


Monday 16 September 2013

Highfield Ward Blackpool- 10 days to the election








Both Labour and Conservatives are keeping a low profile in the Highfield Ward, Blackpool by-election.


The Conservatives are so desperate that they have commuted in a candidate - expelled by Layton ward  for causing chaos on the roads - on a promise of getting the streets rid of dog droppings.  Strange!  This has been the Conservative mantra for generations and the pavements are still only kept together by doggie poo – we’ll ignore the 10 year olds playing on Fisher’s Field who complain of the stench of dog sh*t near the changing rooms- their words not mine.

In a Ward that is historically 100% Conservative, the fact they cannot find a local candidate says volumes.

Labour has found a new cause.  Protecting children from exploitation whilst in care!  


Sounds a bit Sharon Shoesmithy to me!  


If they haven’t been able to spot the BMW’s pulling up outside the schools with adult men - men obviously not the children’s parents - aboard before, what makes them think they will spot them in the future?  They, the Socialist Politicians with their foresight of the madman, are and were major contributors of this appalling situation.  Removing parental responsibility and insisting that children have rights beyond their maturity was baying to reckless political posturing and ignoring decades of moral and legal evolution.  In fact, the abrogation of their responsibilities has almost made child exploitation not only legal but near compulsory.  Look back at the Posts on this blog and you can see that the authorities have been repeated warned and politicians, probably for PC reasons, has  habitually ignored the dire realities.  The failings are that of all three political parties and they should be banished for ever on this matter alone.


Now they are offering more of the same.  That is why they dare not debate.  It is their record, or lack of it.  That is appalling.  They have lost the trust of the majority of the electorate and they, the Lib/Lab/Con trick and no other section of society, are the reasons why so few turn out to vote.  

As a true Labour supporter, does not the fact - at National level with the Dodgy Dossier - so few dared voice dissent?   Only two Cabinet Members dared challenge the veracity of the information being offered that took the country to war and resulted in the inevitable death of many of our finest youth.  Does not disinformation going unchallenged not offend you?  It is happening again, in Blackpool with the Labour runner, issuing edicts allegedly from Town Hall on children's breakfasts that cannot possible be verified.  You've put your name to it Peter and it is manifestly incorrect.  Surely we know enough about Labour politics not just to ask from where the information came, but by which authority -which independent body - it can be tested? 

 In law there was the test of history, precedent.  According to the Labour people history is an irrelevance.  So why do you attend the service on the nearest Sunday to the 11th of November?


 

Ukip will break the mold and give everyone a real alternative.

Sunday 1 September 2013

The Way of Our World


 You're  19 years old.
You're critically wounded and dying in the jungle somewhere in the Central Highlands of Vietnam .. 
It's November 11, 1967.   
LZ (landing zone) X-ray. 
Your unit is outnumbered 8-1 and the enemy fire is so intense from 100 yards away, that your CO (commanding officer) has ordered the helicopters to stop coming in. 

You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns and you know you're not getting out, and no one is coming for you.

Your family is half way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you'll never see them again. 
As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day. 
Then - over the machine gun noise - you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter. 
You look up to see a Huey coming in. But.. It doesn't seem real because no MedEvac markings are on it. 

Captain Ed Freeman is coming in for you. 

He's not MedEvac so it's not his job, but he heard the radio call and decided he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire anyway. 

Even after the MedEvacs were ordered not to come. He's coming anyway.

And he drops it in and sits there in the machine gun fire, as they load 3 of you at a time on board. 

Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire to the doctors and nurses and safety. 

And, he kept coming back!! 13 more times!! Until all the wounded were out. No one knew until the mission was over that the Captain had been hit 4 times in the legs and left arm. 


He took 29 of you and your buddies out that day. Some would not have made it without the Captain and his Huey. 

Medal of Honor Recipient, Captain Ed Freeman, United States Air Force, died last Wednesday at the age of 70, in Boise , Idaho
 


May God Bless and Rest His Soul. 

I bet you didn't hear about this hero's passing, but we've sure heard a whole bunch
  about Whitney Houston, Lindsay Lohan, The Beckhams, Brad and Anjalina, Kim Kardashian, and the list goes on....

Shame on the media !!! 




Medal of Honor Winner Captain Ed Freeman

What has this to do with anything?  A simple matter of remembering and being thankful.  When this had happened I had served in Borneo, as a 17 year old.  My very first mission was to go into the Ulu - jungle - to search for a missing officer and Royal Marine.  The officer's body we recovered but Tommy Collins lay in an Indonesian grave for 37 years.  He was repatriated about twelve years ago and given a Christian funeral near his native St Helens in Lancashire.  When we give thanks to Captain Ed Freeman, we must also remember all OUR own fallen that the media and politicians would love us to forget.  Special memory to the occupants of the base camp at Biawak, high in the mountains overlooking Indonesia where a despot was preparing to invade Malaysia.

Stephen Flanigan - Royal Marine K Coy 42 Commando. Div One Borneo.

A Little ditty about Daftland



Forgive me for plagarising this wonderful descriptive poem, but it so reminded me of the misdeeds of the parties.  Labour, for not giving a moments thought to the consequences as they let their blood sucking hounds from the magistrates court, the bailiffs, on the scent of former Highfield Ward resident and past landlord of the Halfway House, a dementia sufferer and homeless, Oh! and two weeks after leaving intensive care after a multiple heart attack and stroke; to drop dead as he drew money out of a cash machine to pay for an over inflated camera caught speeding ticket several years earlier. Long sentence I know but Andy Miller, formerly of Selby Avenue, Highfield Ward, got life because politicians and bureaucrats did nothing and still do nothing.  My approaches to local politicians fell on deaf ears and my local Councillor, Chris "Who" Maughan..." I didn't know I had to do that"... Simon Blackburn..."that isn't our responsibility"...Gordon Marsden MP ".................  ......" deathly silence, like being in the grave with Andy, and Graham Jones Labour MP for Hyndburn where Andy had moved to..."I don't understand any of this, I'm not a solicitor,"..

We live in a country called Daftland
The England we knew is no more
where sensible people do ludicrous things
or risk breaking some Daftland law.


In Daftland we've police dogs with muzzles
lest the villain has cause to complain
And to steal from a shop and say 'sorry'
means you’re free with no stain to your name.


You had better leave lights on in buildings
 when you lock up and go home at night
'cause the burglars might hurt themselves entering
 and there's no way you'll be in the right.


When speaking be wary in Daftland
as some terms that you've used all your life
Now have connotations unintended
 and you'll end up in all sorts of strife.


We elect politicians in Daftland
to give us the laws of the land
Yet eight laws in ten now come from abroad
The whole thing has got out of hand.


The borders are open in Daftland
 and of migrants there's no keeping track
Just a few of the thousands illegally here
 will ever be caught and sent back.


The exception to this is the hero
who fought for this land in the war
He's old and he's sick, he might cost us a bit
 so he's not welcome here any more.


When the history is written of Daftland
Historians may just recall
that the craziest people in Daftland
were the public who put up with it all.

And Conservatives for not scrutinising the misdeeds of their officials and local Councillors as houses were being paid - out of council coffers -for at well over the survey price, donations were being undeclared, charity money boxes were being taken from collection points by....  Oh!  That's subjudice... On another point are they still supporting the former Councillor for Greenlands?  Now what's his name and I wonder whatever has happened to...

Just a few of the reasons why I am standing for a election against the metaphorical wife beaters,
Stephen Flanigan, 38B Lennox Court, Blackpool.  FY4 3JR   01253401058
stephen.flanigan@talktalk.net.