NO MAN’S FRIEND

AND NO MAN’S FOE?

What are you, then—

“You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life” – Winston Churchill

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—a bubble, blowing on the breeze?

Don’t mind me … I’ve just watched a u-toobe of Winston Churchill’s funeral (a bit dated now, but very—as it was back then—British).

‘Back then’, of course, meaning pre-PC.

EVOLUTION STINKS.

 

 

 

NOT WANTING TO

come across as a

SOURPUSSICAL CYNIC

dragons17but having a wee appreciation for some of the factors involved I was delighted (?) to cut-and-paste this tonight; inspired by an article en passant that led me to HMS Fortrose escorting a Brit ship somewhere in a hot zone somewhere hot*.  (Yeuch, they can have my share …) And here’s your quote:

The first recipient of the new gun and mount, the Mark 8, was the Iranian frigate Zaal in 1971. The gun entered Royal Navy service in 1973 on the new destroyer Bristol.[4]

These guns proved to be less reliable than the older 4.5 inch Mark V gun (redesignated Mark 6 gun mounting) during the Falklands War, being forced to cease fire on several occasions due to faults.[3]

to read more: CLICK HERE

AND PLEASE

don’t get me wrong. I respect the Royal Navy immensely. But sometimes I really do wonder if the next violent punch-up will last long enough for the usual British ‘wake-up’ after the opening stages of an unpleasant scene.

Maybe … just maybe, it really is time now for the Brits to understand that in the next stoush they just might not have time to get their act together?

BUT DON’T GLARE AT ME—

I broke a shoelace this morning …

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HAVING A FONDNESS FOR

Art Nouveau & Art Deco

without knowing much at all about either (and wishing to expand my horizons) I came across this wee filler—

—which I most heartily recommend.

If I had to advertise it I’d simply say “Go there! Or miss out, your call …” and leave it at that. (24 minutes if you do go there.)

Now go there or miss out—

BOOM BOOM

 

 

 

 

IT’S NOT ‘RACISM’

AS FAR AS

I can tell. I would say it’s a sense of possession coupled with a sense of loss; multiplied by beliefs.

With clear conscience I state that I am as humanitarian as (almost) anybody.

With clear conscience I state that I am as possessive as anybody too. Raised in ‘free’ countries I always looked with condescending disbelief at the situations of others in less happier lands. I decided that they deserved themselves.

And they got it.

So why are we destroying ourselves to make room for them?

Who is pulling our strings?

Who, behind the scenes, is commanding our own masters? As sure as hell it’s not us—democracy be damned.

AS AN AGNOSTIC ATHEIST

I’m happy to accept that my nations’ (plural) politics were established rationally using Christianity as a part vehicle—you know, the old ‘do as you would be done by’ stuff that looks good but nobody actually does.

But there is a

SICKNESS IN THE WORLD

called Islam. Brrrr.

It’s taken Christian politics two thousand years to acquire equality-of-the-sexes, for example—a condition impossible under Islam where women are nothing more than breeding machines (to produce warriors for Allah) and receptacles for men’s lusts (rewards from Allah)—although Islamics will earnestly bleat that in Islam women are cherished, loved, protected … even put into black bags to ‘protect them from the lustful eyes of men who aren’t their masters  owners  … theirs’.

SOMEONE BEHIND THE SCENES

has worked to bring down the western systems. Someone is flooding Europe with a great sickness, in the name of Compassion.

To suggest that it is NOT a good thing to import millions of savages into civilised Europe is to risk the wrath of all, including the ‘United’ Nations—opprobrium from the very people who will be the greatest victims of the coming changes.

I hope I’m wrong.

If I’m wrong, please tell me so—in words I can understand. And better—tell me WHY I am wrong.

Until then I offer these pale echoes—

This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house
Against the envy of less happier lands;
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
this nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Feared be their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home
For Christian service and true chivalry
As is the sepulchre, in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s son;
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out – I die pronouncing it –
Like to a tenement or a pelting farm.
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds.
That England that was wont to conquer others
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.

—make of it what you will.

IF YOU CAN

spare the time, this guy has his finger well on the pulse—

—and names the principle tool of the enemy.

 

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“NEVER GET OUT OF BED,

NEVER GO TO THE WINDOW,

and never look behind the curtain~!”

—Sophie, in the animated movie ‘THE BFG’

So … if you have any emotional investment in (once Great) Britain … you may find this of interest—

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“… It is the latest of 22 Royal Naval vessels sold to the company, which dismantles vessels at the Aliaga shipyard on Turkey’s north west coast. 

The list features three aircraft carriers, including the Ark Royal and Invincible, three frigates, eleven destroyers, four tankers and the ice ship Endurance. 

The sales have resulted in a £220million bonanza for the company since 2008.

Ironically, some of the warships were retired as part of financial housekeeping to keep the naval budget down….”

—and if, in a modern democracy, you (or any of the Poms concerned) could be bothered to ask—you and/or they will be fobbed off with endless fobs. You know how it goes* .

TO NOT CHANGE THE SUBJECT:

Wherever you are, if in a modern western-style ‘democracy’ … you are being scrod. Take my word for it, scrod most royally. But if on election day you did your Civic Duty and voted …

… well, what more can I say? Other than regardless of whoever you ‘voted’ for; you (yes YOU, Bub!) legitimised them.

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AND … it’s not “The HMS Illustrious …” that ‘the’ in the caption is entirely superfluous. Now stop pondering grammar—get thee hence, seek and ye shall find, seek the nearest politicians and vote for them~! They have only (r) ONLY your best interests at heart, bless their altruistic little big huge hearts; and being good citizens of The World they are brilliant at redistributing the wealth. (Your wealth …)

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* If you don’t, then you are a politician’s dream (and I still have that bridge in Sydney Harbour for sale).

MACHO IS

AS MACHO

falls off a pale horse

does.

Did.

Used to do, once.

Years ago in Britain and New Zealand your steak when served would be what today’s galloping gourmets might—

“Mr Argus, Sir?”

“Yes, Little Virginia, sweet child?”

“Sir … why did they call that nice man ‘the Galloping Gourmet’?”

“—Ol’ Graham ate in some suss places when researching, kid.”

—might (charitably) call “overdone”. So being young, a man of the world, and feeling the need to impress The Ladies* I gobbled with every outward sign of gusto:  ‘rare’ steaks.

No, rare didn’t mean from endangered species, it meant just a little less incinerated  by the ‘chef’. (Shoe leather? You got it, boom boom~!)

Flash forward almost long enough to observe evolutionary changes to today, and here’s a nice advertisement in a recent online New Zealand Herald—

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—and having no need to impress no-one no more I’d be very tempted to send it back with instructions to thank the chef for his excellent choice and yes please, he can go ahead and cook the bloody thing …

 

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* I don’t think so many were impressed as stomach-turned ...

AND SO IT

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and who can come up with a viable alternative? (The first to mention Godwin’s Law gets the official raspberry~!)*

Here, have a nice quote from a source that I must admit I was directed to (not usually my taste) …

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—the image above is an active link to source (UK’s Daily Mail).

ANYONE SUGGESTING SUCH

obvious action will be accused of trying to resurrect Guantanamo Bay, but in Britain. Oops, I meant reconstruct. Replicate. Dammit …

QUERY

In our Lands Of The Free, would such action be tolerable? Or do we continue to hang ourselves from the nearest and highest rafters by our own testimonials? It’s a bit of a toughie …

FOR MYSELF pc

if given draconian powers (or the gift of swaying enough voters) (which means the same thing) I’d very swiftly move to—

a.     emphasise that we have absolute Freedom of speech

b.     in all forms of communication …

—simultaneously followed by a do-gooder-&-snowflake-shocking purge of permissibles in any and all forms of communication such that:

c.     any exhortation to the use of

d.     any force or violence

e.     not specifically authorised by The Law**, or

f.    not demonstrably in spontaneous self-defence …

be banned outright, with severe penalties for anyone ‘inciting’ unlawful violence. As such I’m very happy to announce that the Islamics within our nation must either cleanse their sick literatures and behaviours to conform to civilised (our) standards—or buzz off back to the Islamic paradises they migrated from.

IN FACT

they’d have to meet our standards in all respects. No such thing as religious exemptions from ‘common’ law … or, of course, the rest of us may also go around ‘marrying’ six-year-old little girls and ‘lawfully’ copulating with nine-year-olds; sawing/chopping the heads off disbelievers and generally being a bit inventive in forcing compliance.

THE NICE POLICEMAN

in the image above should realise, surely, that us Snowflakes will never allow anyone to slide us into Naziism ‘by the back door’~! Not even for our own good … concentration camps? (Brrrr … but for Islamics at least, the idea has a certain piquancy) (you’re allowed to advocate such when you’d talking theory).

SAUCE FOR THE GOOSE

should be equally stuffed up the gander, right? So why single out the sickness that is Islam’s unique true word of God—why pick on just the big guy? Why not purge all such literatures in any so-called ‘religious’ treatises? As a start I offer that all literature pertaining to the Abrahamics be so cleansed.

OR—

civilised (I use it to mean possessing Free Speech and secular Justice based on unhung juries of oafs off the street) nations adopt the methods employed by Islam—if no ‘infidels’ be allowed into Mecca, declare the whole of the west (Britain at least) to be similarly sacred.

Boot out/forbid anyone not of my persuasions. The Meccanese (Meccanix?) could never object—they, after all, set the precedents; so they’d continue selling us their oil and we’d keep selling them modern weaponry with which to spread their systems of Love, Truth, Peace, Compassion, Charity and Mercy: win/win.

OH GOD

I’m a genius, the world’s problems solved and before my second coffee too.

So: what do YOU say—

snowflake

?

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* Pretty bloody obvious, though, ain’t it?

** By OUR law, you silly little invading immigrant ‘refugee’, you …