Cerberus—it’s complicated keeping up with Royal stuffs:

“It is harder to think of a much cleaner break than this. Harry and Meghan are still members of the Royal Family, but they are effectively no longer royal”, the BBC’s royal correspondent, Jonny Dymond, said”

—having recently watched the movie ‘Johnny English’ (again~!) I still ponder the very British penchant for royalty — but if it brings in the punters, who cares?

As a cynic I wonder how long they’ll stay married now—and will ol’ Mr Wossisphace be re-titled when they split? (Actually I don’t give a damn … but my good lady Spouse is English enough to bone me about it, and ‘cos she thinks I know stuff I have to stay usably abreast of  such Earth-shattering events.)

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It’s more fun countin’ the chickens—AND you get eggs



What are you, then—

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


—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.






mary3.jpg—OH, GOOD GRIEFFIE!


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Apologies for the rush; and here’s your snippet:

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—snipped from—


Make of it wot we will.

once read a case for the Wedding at Cana being His Holy Nibs’s very own personal wedding, to one Mary Magdalene. The same author/s made a further case for the Holy Grail being not a cup but the blood (line) of Christ … aka corrupted from ‘le sang real’ (the Royal Blood) (get it?); and the vessel carrying that sacred blood (line) was actually one Mrs J. Christ in the person of Mary Magdalene; transported to the south of France by a Mr Joseph of Arithmathea, who happened to be a tin merchant trader who dealt with (you’ll love this—) tin traders in Cornwall. And who was also JC’s uncle …


You can have a lot of fun if you dabble …


And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England’s pleasant pastures seen!
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
etc etc
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England’s green & pleasant Land.
A bit gory in places but sometimes a pleasant enough mythology that serves well to keep the unthinking underfoot and paying taxes.
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Regardless of labels, this is a piccie that benefits from lots of looking at and total disregardance of any ‘official’ explanations. Look at that redhead to Jeez’s right—could a case be made for that being Mrs J? (To me it looks more she than he.)
Is there any significance in His Royal Godship and some other guy both reaching for the same buns? And off screen to our left it looks awfully as if someone has a dagger pointed at someone …
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Rubbish! Anyway, there’s not one God, there’s many hundreds, thousands …



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or if it doesn’t, there’s one law for ‘them’ (boooo, hiss) and one for US (yay! Boom boom!).

Referring to the vastly over hyped and outdated and outmoded and anachronistic ‘Royal Wedding’ bunfight of yesterday—

(I give ’em a decade at most?)

Oops … where were we … oh, yes. To not digress: some years ago there was a strip in a newspaper somewhere that challenged readers to ‘spot the clue’. In one of them a bearded army officer gives the detective guy (hero! Yay!) a slip of paper with a vital misdirection written thereon.

Clever detective fellow isn’t taken in and ends up nabbing the bugger, so it was win-win for him. So?

So the clue was of course in the beard. At the time UK army officers didn’t have beards, only navy could do that …

So at yesterday’s delightful(?) circus the noble Prince Harry of England wore the ‘full frock-coat uniform of The Blues and Royals‘. I recall the Bs and Rs as being British Army … but do not recall the anti-fuzzface rules being rescinded. A bit of a puzzler, unless the UK army needs wants its Moslems to comply with Allah (first) and a chosen UK military career (second); and graciously permitted His Royal Nibs to retain the Royal ‘Skers.

(But despite being a declared atheist I still had to attend compulsory divine services …)

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“The mystery of why Stonehenge was built on the unremarkable chalk plateau of Salisbury Plain may have finally been solved.

An expert claims two of Stonehenge’s largest stones had been in place at the site for millions of years before Neolithic people built the monument.

Their coincidental alignment with the sunrise and sunset on the longest and shortest days of the year prompted ancient people to construct Stonehenge around them.

Mike Pitts specialises in British pre-history and is one of a small number of scientists who have excavated on the site of the ancient monument…”

To read from source (NZH):  CLICK HERE (or go ask a druid)

I still say them ancients had a rock fetish. Rocks in their heads … rocked out … were

“Mr Argus—!”

(Oops … Little Virginia don’t lets me get away wiv nuffink. She’s no fun …)

And I must admit, that ‘their coincidental alignment’ bit really (as in really really REALLY) appeals to me: I can just imagine ol’ Ug, the hairy caveman, trotting along at dawn one day looking for a bunny for the brekky pot when he unexpectedly notices the alignments (by pure coincidence) … serendipity in extremis, I love it~!

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“Did too! Ya wanna make sumpfink of it?”

No …


Brrrrrr …





pcbut don’t fret. I mean, who could ever trust a source labelled “Russia Today“?

So make of it what we will—

Terrorist recruiters in Europe have been focusing their energies on London and the southern English city of Portsmouth to find new fighters, a study from the US military shows.

According to a study from the Combating Terrorism Centre (CTC), recruiters from Islamic State (IS, formerly ISIS/ISIL) and Al-Shabaab, an Al-Qaeda affiliate group, have established strong networks in the two English cities.

Portsmouth and the British capital are thought to attract extremists because their large migrant communities offer easy access to “high numbers of potential recruits who are potentially under social-economic stress.”

—which even if you did think about it in a modern western democracy can’t amount to much.

Think, yes. Speak, no.

Silence today isn’t golden—it’s survival. PC at its best.

The study also revealed that most militants had “basic” formal religious education and that recruiters prefer such volunteers as they are “less capable of critically scrutinizing the jihadi narrative and ideology.”

I love that last line—

cerberus………………………—it means “cannot think for themselves” (as in organic robots).


Just keep on guzzling your favourite tipple for as long as it stays legal— which once the nice Muslims take over (Sharia Law no longer limited to wee enclaves but becoming ubiquitous) won’t be long. We’ll have to trade in our Champagnes, beers, and fine whiskeys, and just celebrate our weddings Christenings Mohammedings and things with bursts of machine-gun fire …

“Mr Argus! Sir?”

“Yes, Little Virginia?”

“Sir … that sounds dangerous?”

“Not really kiddo. They shoot into the air, you see—”

“But surely what goes up must come down, Sir?”

“Of course, Child. But please don’t tell them that~!”


if not indoctrinated by birth environment* why do British young people adopt Islam and toddle off overseas to cut the heads off of disbelievers? Is it an educational failure, is our own ‘culture’ not getting through to them?

Is it because we simply are not allowed in our schools to point out that such behaviour is just a wee tiny bit anti-social?

Has PC tied the already silent voices of the gutless?


  • Born Islamic you’re doomed to a shuttered mind right from the start. (Especially when the erstwhile ‘government’ of where you live ignores the problem.) (The ‘too hard‘ baskets are overflowing, no?)




one Winston Churchill (who was also an artist and successful writer with an acerbic wit) once said—

How dreadful are the curses which Mohammedanism lays on its votaries! Besides the fanatical frenzy, which is as dangerous in a man as hydrophobia in a dog, there is this fearful fatalistic apathy. The effects are apparent in many countries. Improvident habits, slovenly systems of agriculture, sluggish methods of commerce, and insecurity of property exist wherever the followers of the Prophet rule or live. A degraded sensualism deprives this life of its grace and refinement; the next of its dignity and sanctity.

The fact that in Mohammedan law every woman must belong to some man as his absolute property – either as a child, a wife, or a concubine – must delay the final extinction of slavery until the faith of Islam has ceased to be a great power among men. Individual Moslems may show splendid qualities. Thousands become the brave and loyal soldiers of the Queen: all know how to die: but the influence of the religion paralyses the social development of those who follow it. No stronger retrograde force exists in the world.

Far from being moribund, Mohammedanism is a militant and proselytizing faith. It has already spread throughout Central Africa, raising fearless warriors at every step; and were it not that Christianity is sheltered in the strong arms of science, the science against which it had vainly struggled, the civilisation of modern Europe might fall, as fell the civilisation of ancient Rome…

ol' winnie.png—but if he were alive and in the political field today I dare say our modern politicians and the other Politically Correct unthinking cowards would make short work of him. Honestly, I mean to say … how the hell could he get away with such stuff? Sheesh!


Don’t growl at me. I’m just the reporter here, doing my best to get ideas onto the table without offending any basta  body.

That quote, by the way, is from CLICK HERE to go there.

Now go read the final sentence of the quote again …

… then repeat after me: “Naaaaaaa, no way, Dude!” and go line up for your free daily issue of Soma.