Owls Aren't Wise.

Lest We Are Lied To.

2010-10-10T15:01:00.000-07:00

Experimental.

2010-08-11T04:21:00.000-07:00

This is my first directly imported video.

So, you 'import' the video, sort out the positions and then publish.
Fine.
This one is about the typical tribal scum being turned out by our useless schools.

Blow Main Ballast. Surface, Surface.

2010-08-10T16:32:00.000-07:00

I have been invited to join this blog.
I am happy to oblige following my stint as the author of Society Matters between 2002 and 2006, and now again as the author of the resuscitated Society Matters since 2010.

It has been a long voyage, and now instead of torpedoes I shall be firing cruise missiles.

At those pesky Albans. Sorry, Albanians.

Welcome Back!

2010-08-10T16:24:00.000-07:00

Bam Bam - Don't Do That.

2010-03-26T14:20:00.000-07:00

President Bam Bam doesn't throw tantrums anymore.
He understands them too well, so well in fact that he has gone beyond throwing the toys out of the pram, and is now patient to the point of throwing nanny off a cliff.

But only when he is big enough.
And he's getting bigger.

Last week, he witnessed with some satisfaction, the tantrums he thought the American People were throwing.
They didn't faze him, because he wrote the book on tantrums, and thought he knew it all.
He is now the big kid, and he feels oddly validated by the outrage of America, because he can't see the difference between genuine outrage and his own feelings of entitlment; with a tight-mouthed sullenness, he thinks he's only doing to America what America did to him when it didn't listen to his demands over the years.

Bam Bam is getting revenge, and it is this feeling of validation which steadies both the ship and its crew, as they sail America into the shoals.

This mystery, the mystery of his brass-faced confidence, is the spell of oddity which held so many people under its spell.
His detachment is his charisma, and his insanity.

What A Difference A Gesture Makes.

2010-03-18T11:44:00.000-07:00

Like a Marine with his rifle, like a Seer looking for an omen; when I was in Hell, I'd look around my ravaged surroundings and see my router, showing four, blue lights of health.

They would tell me that the world was still there, and still might care, that it was still within reach.

Those four blue lights led to a feeling, a kind of desperate hope; hope that somebody, somewhere, might still be able to care, even to trade for me, so that I could be delivered from the jaws of evil.

Sitting down in my new home tonight, with Stolen Prayer by Alice Cooper playing in my ears, and my third Small Beer, cold and refreshing, the four blue lights caught my eye.

Just for a moment the memory came back, the desperation.

It's less than a month.
But soon even the flashbacks will disappear.

The Human spirit is indomitable.

New York Daily News

2010-01-28T14:19:00.000-08:00

is an altruist rag, and has been removed from 'interests'.

Why Are These People?

2010-01-25T14:30:00.000-08:00

I've just spent eight hours trying to make something called 'Qt' work on Windows and on Linux.
It is supposed to be open source, so they can give a version away free.
However, there are dozens of versions and subversions, and nobody on the net has any clear ideas about making them work.

Most of the alleged help is fatuous, and the general idea is that you buy support for this useless non-product from the manufacturer, or else rebuild your entire system from the ground up, in order to get the simplest 'Hello World' project to work.

It is supposed to be a GUI API, but the libraries don't link in any version, and the include files are riven with spaghetti-like dependencies that cannot be resolved.

I've used Gtk and Fox, they worked fine. But Qt is a god-awful abortion, and I will cheer when it is no longer made.

Threats Are Redundant.

2010-01-20T12:47:00.000-08:00

Redundancy Threatens.

2010-01-09T11:09:00.000-08:00

Spot The Deliberate Mistake?

2010-01-01T13:54:00.000-08:00

So some geezer, in his precious little laundered skull cap, walks unaided off a private jet, is picked up by a guarded limo and 'issues' a statement to 'the press'.

And the industrial application of analytic intelligence which should be the mainstream media, fails to see the irony in the fact that this uninjured person is claiming two things; firstly, that the CIA tortured him(lack of injury - what, did they call his favourite aunty a bitch?) and secondly, that the Security Service 'knew' about it.

What an absolutely embarrassing pile of bullshit; if he was tortured, why was he uninjured, well fed and walking and talking under his own power? It's not exactly the bloody Gestapo is it? Fucking joker.
And now he's trying to run his guilt-trip onto MI5 in order to disarm Britain's primary defence against actual terrorist murderers.
Let's see. We're all supposed to be stirred into guilty outrage by his crocodile whining, and dismantle our defences on his perceived definition of a legality to which he is alien in any case.
Get stuffed mate.

Ever Get The Feeling?

2009-12-31T15:34:00.000-08:00

It has been said in so many ways by so many people. Listen to some of the songs of the Stranglers, or Elvis Costello for example.
But do you ever get the feeling that the bastards are looking at you?

I had a jewish girlfriend; some random guy at work starts talking in obscene detail about jewish girls, it never happened before or since.
I wrote a warning letter to a girl called 'Kate' (the rape-militia has itchy fingers, all the way from New York down to Africa - Rolling Stones ), and the following week one morning driving down a deserted street, a car cut me up, with a bumper-sticker saying 'Kate came first'.
This month a French girl was nice to me, and in the pub we moved onto half an hour later with the group, I hear a group of blokes start telling insulting jokes about the French.
Now some of it could be bad luck; some of it could be coincidence. But not all of it.

That's not possible. You see, I am a dangerous man. I once challenged orthodoxy with my fists, and orthodox thuggery is useful to those who really control modern British society, the society of Atlas Shrugged or the wood-tossing creeps of Rostand's Paris.
Here they do whatever it takes to keep us under control, usually not much, as to them there is the matter of their humanitarian illusions.
But they are ever present, and will keep on working just as long as it takes to reduce us to compliant little slugs; slugs ruled by slags, with smiles bared at us only to emphasise their withdrawal should we fail to be good little boys.
Their stormtroopers are recruited and trained young. They are more than criminal.
They are the rulers of exception.

British Fair Play.

2009-12-30T03:32:00.000-08:00

When an Englishman sees somebody happy, when an Englishman sees me, when an Englishman of any nationality sees Howard Roark in an unguarded moment; he sees something which offends his sense of 'fairness'.
This fairness came to me while watching a sports channel advert; the soccer player had scored, and was gazing about filled with joy, looking for the stamp of public approval on his feeling - having kicked a leather skin into a rope net.

Anyway, the English see this as a valid and approvable joy that they can 'award' by leaving it in peace, as long as the person concerned doesn't get above themselves.
But when they see me, they see someone who feels that way naturally at all times, apparently having done nothing special to 'deserve' it.

These creeps really do think that they are the arbiters of 'unearned' joy(there is no such thing) and so try to destroy it by any means, up to and including attempted murder.
They just know that they have a feeling, that they can't stand me being happy and that it must end.
Thus the coughing and sneezing, the little old men in their twenties, and the boys of seventy.
They hate. They hate and that is all. They try not to realise that they hate joy, and are therefore devoted to death.

And this dressed as a brand of 'fairness', to protect their feeble pretence at 'goodness', stinking evil practised as a virtue.

Things in General

2009-12-15T10:19:00.000-08:00

This is a mobile blog from in front of the telly, watching the Simpsons. Good episode, Bart in Moe's bar, they're all about to make fun of Burns. Drunks enjoying the discomfort of the ex-owner of the Nuclear plant.
Some of the old episodes are the best.
'Ooooh, the Germans!'
'Stop it Mister Burns....stop it....'

What Were They Thinking?

2009-12-12T12:29:00.000-08:00

Copenhagen. What were they thinking? What are they thinking?
Never mind the creatures in the streets - uniform rebels conforming to the tyranny of loose-woven woolen hats, dreadlocks and nose piercings.

No. I mean the creatures inhabiting the conference halls. The so-called politicians.

I think I understand them.
You see, I grew up in the late sixties and seventies, so I remember how it was. These were the glory days, the days when politicians were permitted the illusion that they mattered, when the deluded media greedily sucked up every drop of spume-covered rubbish that these deficients uttered.
When Maggie came along in 1979, they didn't suspect. They thought she was promising a new flavour of the same game, and they rode the delusion to it's end, blaming her for the wake up call that left them naked and empty in front of a laughing populace.

Ever since, they have been resentful of us and longing for the previous golden age of crises, an age when the media game of communicating communiques from the terror groups elected to misrepresent us was the only game allowed, and they and their clients could live safe off the land with the fantasy of self-importance.
They longed to bring this all back.

And now they have. In Obama they have somebody who doesn't realise yet the game he is playing, somebody who is making it to the world stage with every fake fanfare that can be mustered, in the firm belief that he will deliver that harmonious tyranny which will trumpet the end of history and the beginning of a new brass age, where the little crooks can exploit their games to the bitter end and we can all go to hell.

But we are the truth.
And the truth is the first casualty of war, especially a war against humanity.

What Will The Neighbours Think?

2009-12-08T13:46:00.000-08:00

By which I mean our interplanetary neighbours.
They will visit Earth in 50 years and find nothing but ruins. There will be no corpses. Nearly all the people will have marched dutifully to the extermination camps to "save the planet".

There won't be many people left; a few cave dwellers perhaps, more likely no people at all.
What will the visitors conclude?
They will examine the ruins and find that the world of Humans was destroyed by a fraud; it will be destroyed by the mixture of trust and lies, the poison that allows and ultimately creates all holocausts.
They will look at the mid twentieth century and see the monomental effort of moral expression that stopped the Nazis; the dogged determination that saw to it that the Soviet Union also collapsed, and they will conclude that the real perpetrators of these monstrosities were merely toying with the humans.
The humans failed to identify them and their evil accurately enough or often enough, and like the infinitely patient game-players they undoubtedly were, they just swallowed every truth, took every setback in their stride and put an arm around humanity's shoulder and led the dazed, tiring population from one illusion to the next, pausing to reveal themselves and their evil hatred only when some human of stature resisted too well.

At this stage, they could be seen. But the watchdogs of humanity were too incompetent to bark. Like dogs miaowing, they merely snorted and went back to somnolent staring, allowing the evildoers to manage yet another fait accomplit.
And around 2020, when it was found that there were just too many people, found by 'science', the absurdity of scientific socialism was suddenly standing before humanity, saliva dripping from its jaws, in a ruder health than it had ever been.

But this time no moral effort; the children had been destroyed in advance and made to believe that the lies were true, or that they were lies that couldn't be stopped.
Not all of us died voluntarily.
That's why there will be plenty of ruins.

The age of humanity is over.
Welcome to the new Hell.

Private What Now?

2009-12-06T03:40:00.000-08:00

The 'Private Sector' is a piece of bullshit phraseology used everywhere a mainstream pundit dribbles over a keyboard or microphone.

There is NO 'private sector'.
There is the economy(the private sector), and there is the rest, the parasites, the people who live without living.

Any other sector exists by robbery of the 'private sector', which is the entire real economy.
Nothing else produces anything.

Star Wars 3

2009-12-05T10:45:00.000-08:00

Star Wars the Return of The Jedi; had me weeping today. It's been a while, and seeing it again brought back all the hope and romance of the eighties.
This film series was the root of the cause that brought down communism, and less than ten years later, the scenes of jubilation were repeated for real everywhere except alien China. Truly there is nothing even remotely human about mainland China.

However, the version on TV tonight was 'revised'. A small change; David Prowse was removed from the final scene and replaced with the kid from the prequels.

Any airbrushing of history for any reason in a film of this sort is blasphemous, sacriledgious gerry-mandering.

I hope they are ashamed of themselves. If they aren't, then they are well on the way to the Dark Side.

Isn't Technology BRILLIANT!

2009-12-01T04:26:00.000-08:00

This post comes to you courtesy of a brilliant device called a netbook.

Mine is an HP 2133 mini-note, which has been superceded by the 2140.
This means I bought a new Mini-note (RRP £360 ) for just £153 + £5 postage on e-bay. Hurry up while stocks last. They are a thing of beauty, and come complete with Gb Ethernet connection, camera, speakers, Wi-Fi and Bluetooth.

DO replace the SuSE Linux (poor) o/s with Ubuntu 9.10. It is free. All you need to do is boot from a flash drive with the 9.10 ISO file on, then let the installer do it's thing.

The hard drive is 120GB, so I have already loaded my entire music collection onto it and I'm listening as I type - 140 miles from my home network.

And this is the really crazy thing - I can see the screen better than I can my desktop, and that means no glasses needed. I can read it better than I can my phone even.

The Good Old Days.

2009-11-21T22:01:00.000-08:00

The Bigger They Come....

2009-11-14T12:48:00.000-08:00

There was a time when it was stated that the bigger the lie, the better its chances of succeeding. The lie was so big that it beggared belief that anybody could be deliberately trying to deceive on such a large scale.
The technique that liars used in the early part of the twentieth century was to tap into popular delusions and so exploit the things that people wanted to believe, especially about themselves.

Thus, any crank who could lay claim to salving the consciences of a large number of people was able to reach a threshold of popularity that would bring him to the attention of those people that still made up what is commonly known as 'society'; furthermore, such people would view the emergence of these characters with awe, coming as they did from nothing on a wave of popular sentiment that all were being told was 'historical' and therefore in keeping with the times and progress.

Thus, Hitler and Mussolini came to power by degree, until that power was absolute.

Then the lies were repeated for an international audience, the better to lull it into acquiescence and leave the way clear for the weirder indulgences these creatures had in mind.

And, as it happened, despite all the social engineering and moulding that had been going on, there were just enough people of age, such as Winston, who were just good enough at communicating with the citizenry of drones that had been created since the turn of the century, but still had cultural residual intelligence enough to see some truths (when pointed out), so that the monsters were stopped.

Just.

The cultural peversion and communistic demoralisation continued, however, and society is now comprised of mean, vicious little apparachniks who willl fight to the deaths of their last useful idiots to preserve their Cotswold cottages and comfy retirement plans.

The rest of us can go to hell, and indeed anything they can do to send us there quicker is a welcome obsession for the creatures of rule, needing distraction from realisation as they do;
but now, they are dealing with a populace, the bovine stupidity of which is almost embarrassing and certainly endearing to them.

So do lies need to be big?
Not anymore.
Today, any lie is credible the moment it is uttered.
If a refutation is immediate, the lie will be repeated later on, or obliquely, in order to make it stick.
The lies are then left in the open.
Nobody much will question them, because today's people need to be told what to think. In the world of propaganda the populace has long lost any ability to work things out. They just see or hear some rubbish on the television or radio, and that is what they believe.

The lies won't be challenged. The novelty is when a truth is uttered by way of variety; this causes no more perturbation than the lies, and may even be a truth that people happen to believe.

And the masters wonder at the disillusion and lack of debate, complain about 'apathy' and go on trying to be the voice in the ear-trumpet of a population educated to senility from the age of five.

Band Aids.

2009-11-05T11:53:00.000-08:00

Socialism has missed the point entirely.
What socialists have tried to do is create a political, legislated structure which forces certain rationed outcomes for people feckless or unlucky enough to need them.

In replacing personal motivation and responsibility with a state steamroller, they have stopped the normal decision-making processes of persuasion and argument and led to instant rejection of any situation in which genuine assistance may be needed.

This was deliberate.
The cry of the Labour socialists in the 60s and 70s was "rights not charity".
This is of course absurd, as the right to a physical product can only be achieved by production; if you don't produce, then such a right has to be granted by a producer (in which case it is only a priviledge) or inflicted on the producer by violence (socialism).

But this is not the point that they have missed. This point is that people will go on being stupid, ignorant, malicious fools and treading the best among us into the mud, so long as they are left alone to do so. And socialism has been very careful not to interfere with that.

If socialism wanted to help humanity, then it would have used the massive publishing and communications empires that it can marshall as a way of pushing the truths that would leave the molluscs no stone to hide under.
If socialists want to help, they should be attacking the evil which banishes the producers to the margins of society, and totally buries them when the fat bastards of the status quo think they have enough physical stuff and food to be getting on with.

It's an interesting fact, that in North America, you still see many jolly fat people, while here, they are mostly ugly also, defiantly so, with poor clothing sense and styles of their own which seem calculated to emphasise their lack of personality; they are like the methane-producing drones that socialists would have us believe cows are.

To liberate life and legalise freedom should be the only possible course open to any 'progressive'. But they aren't socialists. They aren't progressives.

They think that they are democratic.

Which all means?

2009-11-05T11:27:00.001-08:00

A Gangrene And Pleasant Land.

2009-10-28T07:56:00.000-07:00

Harry Hill.

2009-10-10T11:49:00.000-07:00

Harry Hill is a funny guy on British Saturday evening TV.
But his lampooning of the current Ghandi documentary was a bit steep. The original regular reporter in the clip described the ornate Ghandi memorial at the man's birthplace as 'overblown'. What rubbish.
He founded the biggest democracy in the world.
And there were just two words carved under his portrait: TRUTH and NON-VIOLENCE.
Pretty damned impressive I'd call it.

The Opener

2009-10-10T05:36:00.000-07:00

Arthur Straw strolled quietly down the pedestrian street. He was not exactly tall, not exactly broad, but there was about him the air of potential violence, a frame that moved fluidly and not in any way identifiable with any of the usual traits.
In fact it was this that led to trouble – as it always did – whether or not Arthur gave a damn. Which he usually didn’t.
His face was violent only in its calmness, and his eyes roved sardonically from incident to incident with barely a flicker of interest.
He had a scar above his left eye, a small scar that told little of the fury that had caused it.
As he walked down the street, he saw the local neighbourhood kids standing outside one of the doors.
He liked them. They’d asked him his name and made friends with him. On the way back from the Chinese take-away the other night they’d showered him with their water pistol while screeching with delight. He smiled at the memory, a gentle, true smile.
There was an adult with them.
The adult saw, and hated, and coughed.
“Ey up, mate. Corrupting your kids are you?”
No reply. Just a dirty stare.
“You’re not a nonce or something are you?” Arthur grinned after he made this remark. The other guy was bigger than him. The other guy left the kids alone and stood up straight.
“Cos I like these kids, and I’d hate to see anything happen to them.”
Arthur’s voice had hardened. It sounded flat and deadly.
“Fuck off mate. I’m their uncle.”
“Lucky for you.”
Arthur glowered as he strolled past. The other man stood straight and shrank at the same time. ‘Not in front of the kids’, thought Arthur.

Why Can't We All Just Get Along?

2009-10-09T12:12:00.001-07:00

Why Can't We All Just Get Along?

2009-10-06T10:33:00.000-07:00

Ever get the feeling something is going on? I go to the Chinese takeaway; I walk past, take a look up a sidestreet, then come back and go in. I order, sit down with a newspaper.
Sure enough, there's one of those young bastards who have been very much in evidence.

I haven't seen this particular one, but the blond, spiky hair and the look of aggrieved pomposity is tell-tale. maybe a coincidence, but this little slag is waiting across the street with a can of coca cola trying to look casual.
I can smell these creeps, and tonight the stink is strong.

I tell you, one of these days I might just tackle one and see how it goes. This has been happening for a year now, first they see me, then suddenly they are 'living' in the flat downstairs, and now they are curious about where I go.
They are just kids, but they are going to be bloody injured kids if they don't go away.

Anyway, I kept an eye out on the way home, and I wasn't followed. But then they know where I go don't they.
There are three possibilities:
1) I'm mistaken.
2) They are local punks trying to be 'big men'.
3) Somebody is sponsoring this low level harrassment because of my views.

The Emperor's New Clothes.

2009-09-29T05:39:00.000-07:00

The F-35 is a prodigiously expensive waste of time.
The maximum speed is Mach 1.67. The Hawker-Siddeley P1154 in the 1960's, a development of the Harrier which was cancelled by treasonous government, would have been faster 40 years earlier.
Also, the P1154 was a true V/STOL aircraft, like the Harrier, whereas the F35 is some sort of hybrid abortion with a one ton deadweight lifting fan in ONE version, which gives it vertical landing capability only. So if your airfields are stuffed, so is the F35.

To make up for the lamentable performance, the marketeers claim that the helmet-mounted sights make point and shoot a thing of the past, and so it will not even need to get on someone's tail to shoot at them.

Bullshit.

I the opposition escapes at Mach 2, the poor little F35 won't be able to get in range.
I don't think it can do Supercruise either( though I'm not sure ), so it won't be able to do a low visibility sneak attack on fast-flying aircraft.

What a piece of crap.

Facebook Down.

2009-09-29T02:13:00.000-07:00

Facebook's servers, at least in Britain, have collapsed as of half an hour ago.
It could be a technical problem.
It could be a massive Denial Of Service attack.
Watch out for news.

Who'd Have Thought It?

2009-09-27T13:11:00.000-07:00

Within a few months, Obampot has made Bush look like a great man, a great statesman, a great president and a world leader.
I'm embarrassed.

On the other hand...

2009-09-22T04:58:00.000-07:00

I am back on Facebook.
When I asked a friend to put the message about, he found he was blocked.
So I won't make it easy for the scum to silence me.
I'm back.

What's The Point?(Of Contention?)

2009-09-16T13:39:00.001-07:00

Point Of Contention

2009-09-16T13:37:00.000-07:00

Stalin's Trust

2009-09-16T13:07:00.000-07:00

The Trust was the most successful counter-intelligence operation in known history.
It was set up by Dzerzhinsky at Stalin's behest in order to 'turn' all known and unknown counter-revolutionary influences into soviet puppets.

Today on Facebook, I was flamed by an anonymous spammer. The creature was obviously familiar with me, but had no signature or identification of any sort.

In a world of SSL encryption and little people bearing not gifts but grudges, the obvious answer is the most likely.
I was not hacked.
I was spied on by Facebook itself.

I have deactivated my account.

Hypocrisy.

2009-09-11T07:16:00.000-07:00

“The Government wholeheartedly condemns torture. We will not condone it. Neither will we ever ask others to do it on our behalf. This is not mere rhetoric but a principled stance consistent with our unequivocal commitment to human rights. We are fortunate to have the best security and intelligence services and armed forces in the world. We are all safer because of the work they do with integrity and bravery.” -David Millipede, trying to make us 'proud' again.
Of course, torture is the leit motif and modus operandi of Britain and Britons, ever seeking to extend their psychoses to other, quasi-normal people at the drop of a hat, for the purpose of.... well, because they do.
The usual trick is to inspire minor violence, after which these pathetic creatures feel vindicated and 'tough' and 'manly', and of course, if the violence is slightly more than they can cope with, they have recourse to the 'law', that absurd humbug which defines crimes seperately from responsibility.

What a hollow pile of rubbish Millipede's words are.

The End Of The Mind.

2009-09-04T13:23:00.000-07:00

Watching Bloomberg tonight I was grimly unsurprised that the best and most cereberal news channel on TV was filled with idiots quoting misleading irrelevances.
The game was 'how can we hide the world today?', and they played it by reporting statistics such as unemployment and retail spending as the entrails from the sacrificed businesses that would somehow give the pundits an insight into the anatomy of the depression.
They were looking for delusions that would sell hope to the lemmings.

Retail spending may be increased. Or not. But the simple fact is that is has depended on trillions of dollars-worth of credit, three trillion just since Clinton, and now the USA is now the asylum of millions of inmates who don't make anything, not even money, and who cannot afford their desires and so spend 'invented' money on goods from China; the Chinese build them on the promise of owning their enemies houses, while these people get poorer and poorer while buying more and more.
We are told that this despicably immoral depravity is acceptable because it represents the greatest good for the greatest number.
Nobody says so, but that is the tacit excuse.

And Obama slides his silken gloves around the mob's throat and leads it to a cage where promises are inscribed above the gates, like the gates of Auschwitz 60 years ago.
Using the same promise of the greater good for the greater number, the current direction being the imposition of state healthcare.

I Pledge

2009-09-04T13:05:00.000-07:00

He's Not The Only One

2009-08-30T16:10:00.000-07:00

Gordon Is A Moron?

2009-08-30T08:47:00.000-07:00

Gordon must be a moron, or at least he thinks we all are.
Let's see. He visits Libya. There is a fat deal on the table for Britain.
Shortly afterwards, the deal is signed, and the Scottish PM let's a murdering bastard go free.
Then they all say it's nothing to do with Gordon or the deal, except the Libyans and Gordon. Gordon actually says nothing for a week.
Earlier, the HBOS is going bust; BOS headquarters is in Gordon's parliamentary constituency. Looks bad for Gordon.
But the head of Lloyds TSB is a friend of Gordon. He buys HBOS to save it. Lloyds goes bust. Gordon's government returns the favour and saves Lloyds with tax money.
Nobody says anything much about this.
Now, Lloyds is closing down Halifax branches anyway.

And after this, we are all supposed to look at that ugly skank with a face like ruptured custard on the TV, and still harbour the illusion that he isn't a corrupt, lying, scheming crooked slag?

You have got to be joking.

End to boom and bust. Good one.

What To Do?

2009-08-28T03:52:00.000-07:00

I was looking forward to my trip to the pub; unbeatable breakfast and decent beer for under a fiver.
So I sat down. There was some weird monkey-looking thing at the next table. It starts making noises with its teeth and pus-looking lips.
I don't pay it much heed except to look over and give a snort of derision. When I look, it freezes as if it is playing some sort of deluded musical chairs game.
Anyway, I have my lovely breakfast, and the thing starts making yawning noises, to prove how relaxed it is in face of its own terror.
Then it starts talking to the staff, and it is clear it is a local creature which knows and is known by the workers in the pub.
So there it is. Tell it to fuck off and get thrown out? Or tell it to fuck off in little lipsmacking noises?
What a heap of crap the English situation is.
In America, you might shoot or get shot.
But here you have to endure the victimisation by things which impersonate people, or get wrecked resisting.
Fortunately, they try it in the street too, and then you really can wind their little brains up and out.

Filth!

2009-08-20T10:09:00.000-07:00

The Scottish gobshite authority, on behalf of Gordon(but not provably), has set free the mass murderer who killed hundreds of innocent children.
Give me a gun and I'll show him 'compassion'.

Watch And Learn! They Are Still Taking Names!

2009-08-08T06:11:00.000-07:00

Welcome!

2009-08-05T11:51:00.000-07:00

Newest addition to the Interests section on the left hand side is Junkfoodscience.blogspot.com.
Intelligent, well written and full of surprising, interesting truth, a real defender of Freedom.
Go get 'em girl!

The Times They Aren't A-Changing.

2009-08-02T14:04:00.000-07:00

I wrote a comment for the London Times that was removed. I questioned the way in which all the people who couldn't possibly have come up with Skype were dictating terms to the people who actually did. The Times is obviously blacklisting people who don't follow aggressive socialism. I urge everybody reading this to refuse to buy or read the London Times.

Tie Your Tubes And Save The Planet.

2009-08-01T12:18:00.000-07:00

This headline was in today's LATimes.
Now, in just what way will people with the luxury of advanced healthcare, artificially making themselves sterile, save the planet?
Do they seriously think that a shrinking population of overburdened young people in a few countries in the West is in some way going to be enabled to 'save the planet'?

How?

From what?

If the answer is that overpopulation is somehow destroying the planet, then this won't help, because the explosion in population is among uneducated, unmedicated people everywhere else.

If this population growth somehow affects 'the planet's' ability to support life, then it will restore the balance by causing deaths far more quickly and effectively than a few delusional, sterile poseurs and self-deniers in California.
And if it doesn't, what exactly do they mean by 'destroy the planet'?

There is no case to answer.
But that is not the point.
The point is, that these mugs want to believe that they are in some way appointed over the third-world masses, that they are the vanguard of U2's third world caterwauling, the 'leaders' to whom the masses look for enlightened guidance.

This is the sole delusion to which these schemes cater, the delusion of self-importance, the lack of self-esteem that demands a diluted substitute in the form of acceptance and obedience from people that they may safely regard as inferiors.

They decry 'colonialism' to a man, but elevate themselves to colonial pomp and circumstance at every opportunity.

They are the by-product of the liberal mush that passes for thought today.

Green Shoots.

2009-07-16T10:13:00.000-07:00

I travelled from Weymouth to Bath today on the train. It's the stopping train, so it takes 2 hours to cover the 80 miles, but it is still quicker and cheaper than the car. There were many old staitons along the route, and several large junctions which I had no idea existed.
After the single carriageway run to Yeovil came Castle Cary and Westbury.

But what are the Green Shoots?

Well, the train company section running the line is Arriva Great Western.
Great Western is the company which built the route originally over 150 years ago. This company was destroyed by the socialists in 1947.
But today, individual station masters along this route have taken it upon themselves to recover and recondition old station furniture from storage or dereliction, and in several stations on the way to Bath, you can see 'GWR' benches, brightly polished and painted, as they were only 60 years ago; some of them have the curly GWR logo from Victorian days, others show the Art Deco 'GWR' of the thirties.
As the sisterhood in Dune said, "Never to forgive, never to forget."
The real Great Western Railways is a little nearer to restoration today, thanks to these enthusiastic people.

I'm The Bad Guy?

2009-07-13T04:33:00.000-07:00

So - let me get this straight - if some piece of crap provokes me by making its vile psychological attack for the umpteenth time - and I bury an axe in its head - I'm the loony?
I'm the bad guy?
There's something wrong here.

Yaron Brook Lights A Fire.

2009-07-12T12:12:00.000-07:00

Boston Tea Party

This Just In...

2009-07-06T11:20:00.000-07:00

'Chase Me Ladies' has started removing/editing comments.
In line with my policies, I have removed all reference to this hypocritical blog.
-Ed

Beautiful!

2009-06-30T14:06:00.000-07:00

A sight for sore eyes.

Lest We Forget.

2009-06-30T02:04:00.000-07:00

Forget Prague Spring.
This( Hungary, 1956 ) was the real deal.
And all Eisenhower did was crucify Britain and France for re-occupying Suez.
Tosser.

Terribly Sad News.

2009-06-26T00:35:00.000-07:00

Michael Jackson is dead.

It's Back!

2009-06-24T14:13:00.000-07:00

The all-new UB (Ugly Betty) is back.

Alle-blinkin'-luleah!

Genius.

2009-06-24T11:01:00.000-07:00

Genius isn't intelligence. Not purely. No.
Genius is moral, at the root.
This is what I am saying.
The root of all genius is moral.
What made me say this? I'll tell you.
As I parked my car and got out, to walk back to my flat, I saw a fifty-sixty-something chap come puffing and blowing down the street towards me.
I'd never seen him before, but here he was with an air of staring but not looking, mouth open in utterance but not speaking, in fact bearing somewhat in my direction with an air of vaguely injured aggression.
When I looked at this person, I saw a life lived in thrall to others, a life of interest in his fellow man; perhaps a few shameful, guilt-ridden moments at work amounted to the allegation of productiveness that had possibly informed his no doubt long and boring career.
The chap was wearing shorts and a shirt, freshly laundered and ironed. he was probably prosperous, probably a home owner, probably very sheepish in his social endeavours.

But every action he was making at that moment was pursuivant to an obsession with other people. In no sense were his thoughts his own.
And this is why genius doesn't succeed in England.
Because people like him do.

The Dumbening...

2009-06-24T08:19:00.000-07:00

So horrible, thinking people and their thoughts were locked in dungeons on the outskirts of society for two generations.
America bans Ecstasy. America introduces draconian measures. Production rises.

Vicious Fraud On The BBC.

2009-06-18T14:32:00.000-07:00

The BBC has just started a new series of Mitchell and Webb.
This is a funny, 'adult' funny, show, and the guys making it are talented.
On the other hand, there is a show called 'Horne and Corden'.

Horne and Corden is presented with all the common trappings of a witty, well made sketch show.
But the fact is, I get bigger laughs reading the telephone directory.
Horne and Corden charge everything they do with homosexuality of the militant kind, even if they are straight. Which they may or may not be.
They are unfunny, untalented and unappealing.

And what does the BBC do?
That's right.
Mitchell and Webb sells itself.
Armstrong and Miller sells itself.
Horne and Corden is so unremittingly dreadful, the BBC sells it at every opportunity, as though they are afraid of admitting a dreadful mistake.
I would rather that the BBC produced 10 series of Glam Metal Detectives than 1 episode of Horne and Corden.

Stop. Look. Listen.

2009-06-18T10:38:00.001-07:00

Iran.

Unbelievably Excellent.

2009-06-16T13:13:00.000-07:00

How the world works June 15th

Strange Days Dream.

2009-06-15T06:51:00.000-07:00

So I'm in the pub again. A corking girl is looking over her partner's shoulder at me, then at the mirror. Meh.
So I drink my beer and I'm not bothered particularly.
Two guys tell me I've dropped some money when I'm paying for my next pint.
Cheerful exchange.
Sit down.
The neighbour has been gone for four days.
When I get home, the noise starts. From a distance at first, then for a few seconds at a time.
Little loony is playing his crappy game.
So my stereo is back to moderate volume, full base and on all the time, partly to drown the cunt, partly to let him know I know.
If he breaks the rules, I'll floor it at midnight and when the neighbours complain he'll get the blame.
Little gobshite. Easier and safer than cutting the little bastard's head off. But not as satisfying.

More Tribute.

2009-06-14T02:19:00.000-07:00

Can yer guess who it is yet?

North Korea.

2009-06-13T12:48:00.000-07:00

Short of just blasting the little freaks off the face of the Earth, all we really need to do is launch a big, shiny satellite into geostationary orbit over North Korea.
Make it useless, apart from being easily visible from the ground with the naked eye.
Let them build whatever they want.
But if they ever attack the satellite, then we bomb them all to hell.
It's simple.
It would work.
They will never do it, because it doesn't give them a chance to busy-body their way into all our (North Korean) lives.
Tossers.

No, Really!

2009-06-13T05:06:00.000-07:00

So I go into the Swan.
Get my pint of Theakston's, sit down at an empty table, and start sending a text.
So I hear the common spotted idiot going 'eh he' on my left, and there is this lanky, super-neat, super mid-fifties git, with his head twisted nearly off so he can glower at me over his shoulder.
I say, 'Shove it.' and go back to my text.
So this big, cowardly creep, keeps on going 'eh he'.
So I laugh and go 'eh he' in an exact mimicry of the cretin.
Eventually, his utterly plain wife joins him. He pretends he needs a menu, so he reaches over to my table with a thick, slowly-moving arm."Mind if I borrow this?"
"Sure, go ahead."
As he moves I go 'eh he' a couple more times.
Then he goes down the bar. As he does, I go 'eh he', behind his back.
Blow me if when he gets back, he doesn't turn his chair all the way round so his back is turned, then sit hunched as if he is about to burst into tears.
I mean, this piece of shit is what passes for a 'man' in England.
Fuck off. It's a bloody disgrace, an embarrassment. 60 going on 12. Pathetic.
Or as Johnny Cash said, in Fulsom Prison Blues, 'I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die...'

There Goes The Neighbourhood.

2009-06-12T12:05:00.000-07:00

You'll never guess who I had in the back of my cab the other day.....

Yes.

That's right.

The Australian Head Of State.

Artistic Memorial

2009-06-08T12:15:00.001-07:00

Shhh. Don't Tell Anyone.

2009-06-06T13:21:00.000-07:00

I thought all this 'green shoots' mullarky was the biggest load of bollocks I'd ever heard.
But then this happened:
I got three different jobs sent to me by three different agents in three different locations.
Today.
On a Saturday.
Either the horrible quiet of the last month has finally broken due to an upturn - something I'll believe when I see - or things are so bad that the guys are working Saturdays to try and make ends meet.
I find the latter hard to believe though, as if there are no jobs out there, working a Saturday won't make them magically appear.
There is just one more possibility, however.
It may be that I have finally cracked my presentation by appealing in the right way and for the right reasons to the right people.
Let's see what the new week brings.

Ever Wondered...........

2009-06-06T04:11:00.001-07:00

what Obama would look like if he was a white man? He'd be just another cunt.

OpenCV is embarrassing.

2009-06-05T17:19:00.000-07:00

Everybody loves to hate Microsoft.
Intel wrote OpenCV.
Their documentation is misleading. The 2d pixel peek methods possess REVERSED INDICES.
I just wasted TWO HOURS debugging in order to discover that.

Why I Don't Have A Job.

2009-06-01T05:10:00.000-07:00

I apply for jobs where a clever person could see I am ideal. Also a person with no brain at all could see it, because choosing me is a 'no-brainer'.

But I don't get the jobs, because the 'people' in charge aren't even no-brainers.

They are ruptured, pathetic, miserable specimens, that dwell in a pit of resentment, surrounded by the pus of envy, and paralysed by the hate/fear reflex.

So, when they see my CV, the only question remaining to them is how to exercise their little brains in such a way as to deny me what I want, while making it appear reasonable.

This is what is usually going on at any time there is no immediate response.

Vote Winner.

2009-05-31T13:54:00.000-07:00

I think I could win the next election. I'd start an emergency programme to launch all the so-called celebrities such as Katie Price and Peter Andre and all the people from BGT into outer space to help reflect the Sun and so reduce global warming.

But not Simon Cowell. He would be sacrificed to the volcano gods in order to appease my aching head.

Any remaining wannabes would soon get the message.

Racist Slur.

2009-05-27T02:45:00.000-07:00

This from the New York Post.
Day of pride for Latinos?
Oh yeah. We get to regard them as just another race, thereby accepting the slur that we are racist, and generating the fresh slur that they are too.
Nobody is American of course.
But there's more; we get to regard them as a pathetic sub-race that feeds off miserable encouragements, so that they are still lesser beings than us.
I'm sorry New York Post. You don't even begin to understand how offensive this is to even the least rational persons among us.

Anyone Notice?

2009-05-20T13:17:00.001-07:00

The price of gold has quietly put on $100 per ounce in the last few days. Nobody is saying anything, but it is headed towards $1000 again.

What goes on?

2009-05-19T12:57:00.000-07:00

I've been in a bloody mood for a week or so. Then this morning I went to the pub. I had a pint of Ruddles, plotted sending a postcard to an old girlfriend, and felt great. The second beer slipped down as well as the first, and the post office was easy.
So then I went home, hoping for an easy time of it.
I got a call from an agent - possible contract with a satellite manufacturer - then went for a lazy doze.
Pretty soon it's 'thump-thump' from the mental-case neighbour(who seems to have a death wish), so I just turn up my own to drown it out.
This goes on and off for a few hours, then my mum Skypes me. And suddenly, the problems don't seem too big.
The noise no longer bothers me.
I just feel good. I can make noise too.
Cool.
Strange, but cool.

This is a joke? Isn't it?

2009-05-18T02:32:00.000-07:00

The leader of Burma (the real leader), is to go on trial charged with : 'harbouring an American who swam to her home'.
What? Harbouring an American? Are Americans banned, like drugs?What next?
Is she going to be charged with thinking impure thoughts?
These pathetic junta bastards should all be shot.

Genteel Poverty of Thought

2009-05-16T01:22:00.000-07:00

And Spirit.

Charles Moore thinks he is begging for the life of parliament. Why does he do this? Because he doesn't have any guts? Because he is one of them? Because he thinks that a fatally, disastrously flawed governmental system, a system of quiet oppression and exclusion, should be saved?

I see only one fitting end for this heap of rubbish;

Prague Spring!

But I won't be holding my breath.

Plus Ca Change, Plus C'est La Meme Chose

2009-05-15T14:13:00.000-07:00

The more things change, the more they remain the same.
A news article on the BBC started tonight with the announcement that some guy, the prime minister's 'Change Secretary' or something with the word 'change' in his title, had resigned.

This stinking pile of filth which is the British government has appointed more cronies to fake positions with grandiose-sounding titles than any other state in history. It's as if the Soviet state had taken over and then taken drugs which caused an explosively virulent cancer, making the body politic swell and inflate beyond all control or recognition.

There is no longer any use of the word 'sleaze'. Sleaze belongs to an age where moral outrage was faked over trifles, to bring about the encumbency of the present heap of shit. What we have now is the gradual inability to hide any longer the rampant, stampeding riot of little boys and girls that have suddenly realised that they are in mummy's bedroom and daddy's study, and they have gone away no-one knows where.

Like dogs, they instinctively sniff and choke when they meet a scent they cannot fathom. Usually the scent of a Man.
On a personal level, I see job descriptions, where the title might be 'software engineer', but the job is baffling and unconnected to any technical skills, usually paying much more than any market rate and as near as can be told, demanding social skills and the ability to understand the (public sector employer's) private verbal messages.
There are thousands of jobs like this, the legion of the useless busybodying their way into prosperity and safety and influence and property, all at the increasing expense of the diminishing real work force.
Not that I would apply, but I could not in a thousand years get such a job if I tried.

For example, I walked into a college yesterday for a public lecture. What did I see? On the way up from the car park, a nasty, grey, shabby little old man, probably a lecturer, coughs (from behind of course) with such a fakeness and tone that he actually seems to believe he is expressing ssomething; this is the ultimate reaction to a human being, this supposedly 'unanswerable' critique-by-dint-of-saying-nothing.
Obviously I say, 'my god, look what they're letting into these places'.
When I get to the lecture hall I see a notice board, plastered with communist propaganda posters; this is a history department.

I have more than a passing suspicion that youngsters are being taught to frame their world views in such terms.
If civilisation is to survive, the 'Gulch' time may be here.

Business is slow.

2009-05-14T03:11:00.001-07:00

All's Well

2009-05-13T04:47:00.000-07:00

I go down to the town centre pub at lunchtime and have a pint of whatever special they're running.

It's strictly no children and today's was Theakstons Best.

The thing is, when you go to this pub you see the usual mix; but there's a high proportion of middle-aged guys like me, wearing inappropriate casual clothes, unshaven and generally letting it all hang out in their beery corners.

We chat up the lovely serving girls, none of us with any serious chance, but enjoying the light-hearted flirting and taking in the scenery.

When I got home, I saw a loony Christian on TV talking about his experience of Jesus Christ.

Fucking nutcase.

Be Seeing You

2009-05-12T05:54:00.000-07:00

I Must Escape.

2009-05-09T12:59:00.000-07:00

I have been the victim of mental illness all my life.
Other people's mental illness.
I MUST escape.
I find the thought that I might actually begin to understand the English quite frightening. Because understanding is only a short step from empathy, which is only a short step from sympathy.

Which is the Stockholm syndrome.

I Need To Take A Shower.

2009-05-06T12:47:00.000-07:00

It's Really Very Simple.

2009-05-05T06:26:00.000-07:00

The beautiful Afro-English girl, 20 years old, accused by a sick, communist regime of carrying some Heroin(so what?), has been raped and is now pregnant.
They threatened to shoot her.
It is really very simple.
Send a coded maessage to all our diplomats to drive across the border.
Then send a detachment of Paras(sorry, no longer trust the Marines) down to the Laotian Embassy and take them all prisoner.
Then threaten to shoot all of them if she isn't released. At the rate of one a day, finishing with the Ambassador, or if we wait a few days, the Laotian Minister.
I guarantee the crisis would end, and Gordon Brown would win the next election.

Come Again?

2009-05-03T01:04:00.000-07:00

All the labour ministers seem to be agreed on one thing; 'we cannot seem to get our message across to the public'.
This is rubbish of course.
The fact is(and I'm sure that they find this 'horrifying'), that they have indeed succeeded brilliantly in getting their message across. And their crappy message is what is being rejected.

They have been deluding themselves for so long without any success, they seem to think that by deluding us as well, some imaginary success will follow.

Well I've got news for them.
We don't like them, we don't like their messages, and we are tired of listening.

Microsoft Gets It Wrong

2009-04-26T12:40:00.001-07:00

Trying out Internet Explorer 8; much quicker and more responsive than the last disaster.
Another good idea is the ability to edit (remove) browser list entries manually.
However, they have got this badly wrong.
They have a delete button on each line at the right.
If you are used to scrolling down the list on the right, you will not select the destination, you will delete it.
They should have done it with a right-click option.

Why Google Sucks.

2009-04-23T11:25:00.000-07:00

Google installs viral software on windows systems.
When it is unistalled, it causes system crashes.
This is childish, unprofessional vandalism.
Since removing the google toolbar from my IE, it is faster and more responsive. And doesn't have lousy, unwanted fascist input on each and every page by virtue of corruption of the design.

Oh, Darling!

2009-04-22T05:14:00.000-07:00

Darling really has come up with the most pathetic subterfuge today.

Apparently, spending is now called 'investing', so that we can confidently expect him to 'invest' £6 billion more in the health service; he doesn't mention anything about ROI(Return On Investment) or even whether we can expect improving mortality rates from this( a presumed Government ROI), so I guess he's just talking through his arse as usual to give his hinterland of useful idiot followers something to parrot in the imaginary discussions that he supposes these fools to influence.

Of course, nobody is giving either airtime or credence to the regiments of fools any longer, so he is beginning to resemble a man whose insanity is driving him to build a brick wall around him with no doors or windows, from the demolished wreckage of the society he inherited, and is now spinning round in smaller and smaller circles of denial like a latter-day Hitler in a bunker of social insulation rather than concrete.

Talking of concrete, I have to wonder what, if any, the effects of this miserable budget will be.

"It's for your own good!"

2009-04-21T08:09:00.000-07:00

The Toronto Sun 'Sunshine Girl'.

2009-04-21T02:32:00.001-07:00

This is Lesly from 19th April.
I like Canada.

The Time Is Approaching

2009-04-19T13:41:00.001-07:00

I Can Finally Reveal....

2009-04-17T13:18:00.000-07:00

I am in fact a super-hero who has beeen around since the thirties.

In Case You Don't Understand America.

2009-04-17T00:31:00.000-07:00

The Giant Prison

2009-04-16T05:19:00.001-07:00

Hero of the Revolution.

2009-04-06T15:49:00.000-07:00

Traitor.

2009-04-05T03:44:00.000-07:00

Fucking bastard.

Let It Be Said....

2009-04-02T08:06:00.000-07:00

Truly, Gordon Brown, the sub-prime minister, is a skidmark on the underpants of history.

When the world finally carries out its laundry, he will be washed away in a stream of lukewarm suds tastier than the beer at a New Labour wedding.

More Tricks on TV.

2009-03-31T12:23:00.000-07:00

Turn on the TV. Within 30 seconds your tired of it.
So, you start tuning around to try to find something that doesn't bore to offensive, impossible to watch, levels.
You find a list show. Top 100....
Today, it's Top 100 Couples We Love To Hate.

Actually, these people they are trying to lynch are actually mostly completely forgotten. But they nevertheless pretend we are interested, and we endure the talking heads and crummy library shots until we reach the stage of actively disliking what we see.

But here's the trick.

We don't hate the TV company, or the programme, because there may be just one couple we remember with distaste, and want to see again, to see where they appear in the list.

So our hatred of the crap programme is sublimated to hatred of the couples.

And lo and behold, we think we've seen something good.

But we haven't, it isn't, and after one or two such programmes, we return to avoiding them at all costs and switching round again.

Why do they bother? Why is television so chronically flatulent and flabby that it must go on all the time, pumping shit out at all hours? It isn't television entertainment any more. It's a tool of mental illness.

I Like This One.

2009-03-30T09:36:00.000-07:00

Please do go on!

2009-03-29T12:40:00.001-07:00

Sorry to Go On

2009-03-29T07:43:00.001-07:00

The Home of the Grave and the Land of the Flea.

2009-03-27T04:17:00.000-07:00