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The Trafalgar Square Christmas Tree (A Message To British Based Internet Morons)

5 December, 2019

Extinction Rebellion Prove A Right Bunch Of Silly Bees!

4 December, 2019

Three weeks after one of their lunatic cult members failed to have the Jazz-Hands blog censored (and proof if any more were needed they don’t believe in freedom of speech), those lovers of peace, democracy and truth are attacking those other lovers of peace, democracy and true, the Liberal Democrats.

It’s been a bad week for the Fib Dums: currently under investigation for their highly dubious claims in their election leaflets and their Head of Media Rosy Cobb being caught out faking emails as part of a legal dispute with Open Democracy, whose own little ‘butterfly of doom’ (not quite as cute as the real deal, but there you go) reminded voters the ‘all things to all people with the franchise’ skeets had sold on voter data to the Remain campaign for £100 000 (without the mass tithes from many members in Westminster or Strassbourg, the Lib Dems finances have been in deep trouble for some time – hence also why they were so keen to take in all those Change UK defectors upon its inevitable implosion).

What? Ask people for their permission to do so first? Don’t be silly! All’s fair in love, war and politics – so long as you don’t get caught.

But it got worse this morning. A number of polls put their support into single figures. Now polls can be rogue, and with some estimating up to a third of voters are undecided with a week to go (unprecedented for any British general election) should be taken with a pinch of salt anyway, but it’s to no one’s surprise but the Fib Dums the more people encounter Jo Swinson, the more they’re turned off the Liberal Democrats.

Having got rid of one odious School Snitch risen to Head Girl in Theresa May, whoever thought Swinson’s snide tones would endere herself to the public must have been smoking a particularly large bong of that blend they’d legalise if in power (or at least that’s what they’re telling ‘select audiences’ – ie. the young and the poor, because that’s what the young and poor want most of all – right?)

Now to end a perfect day before it has even started, their ‘Battle Bus’ (a Liberal/LibDem staple since the days of David Steel in the 1970s) has been attacked by Extinction Rebellion members, dressed up as bees, who after flitting around like a complete load of mincing nancy boys (Arthur Askey must be turning in his grave), glued themselves to the bus.

Considering Jo Swinson flitted with these thugs when they made nuisances of themselves in London earlier this year, nice to see her getting a taste of the medicine ordinary members of the public had to swallow when trying to get to their own work.

The funniest part of all is that – once again – Extinction Rebellion got their facts wrong. In targetting the LibDems Battle Bus for being a carbon fuel spewing gas guzzler, it never came into their heads to check that it was a carbon fuel spewing gas guzzler to begin with – rather than an all-electric powered one.

Extinction Rebellion – being a complete liability to environmentalism then, now and always.

Postscript: Extinction Rebellion proved their inability to bee nice or bee hive behave by flashmobbing the Grimsby constituency headquarters for Nigel Farage’s Brexit Party campaign.

The sting operation backfired yet again when the Brexiteers promptly entered it as an installation for this year’s Turner Prize.

George Grylls Writes The Most Dishonest Piece Of Election Coverage This Whole General Election (And That’s Against Some Pretty Stiff Competition!)

1 December, 2019

Like, WTF?

There’s been some dishonest, biased and downright distasteful claims in this campaign, but George Grylls sour grapes piece for the loyal Labour lapdog New Statesman (it likes to think itself as ‘liberal-socialist’ – however its self-gagging during Tony Blair’s red Toryism makes that risible) regarding the Lib Dems looking set for a bloody nose down Cornwall way again – and it’s all a bunch of Kippers pretending to be liberals fault – scraps the barrel.

Of course, you should never trust anyone called George anyway. They will come invariably from the cuntier parts of the middle class, along with Jasons, Justins, Nigels and Tristrans. But this is undoubtedly the worst example of leaving out inconvenient facts to suit a journalist’s own bias.

Putting the term Liberal Party in parenthesis as Grylls has done is to give the impression that the poor little Lib Dems are about to be ‘cheated’ at the ballot box ‘Literal Democrat’ style again by electoral skulduggery is simply ignoring electoral facts and history to suit one’s own prejudices.

The Huggett case

One of the longest self-pity stories in British politics is the Liberal Democrats claim that voters were ‘tricked’ into voting for one Richard Huggett in the 1994 European Elections when he stood as a Literal Democrat, taking over 10 000 votes and so ‘costing’ the Lib Dems a seat they would have ‘won’ from the Tories.

Additional versions of the story claim Huggett’s candidature was part of a family feud. Others claim Huggett received a hero’s reception at that year’s Official Monster Raving Loony Party conference in Ashburton, Devon; as if all a put-up job (the conference spot being the Golden Lion Hotel, owned by OMRLP Chairman Alan Hope, a former member of his local Tory party).

The much repeated version of the story fails to mention the Lib Dems going to court before the election to stop Huggett doing so, but the case being thrown out by Sir Justice Thayne John Forbes (later to preside over the mass murderer Dr Harold Shipman trial), which only succeeded in giving Huggett the media publicity hitherto he’d only dreamed of for his campaign (based around ‘computer democracy’ – years earlier there had been a number of ‘Computer Democrat’ candidates, one of whom was arrested for attempting to tamper with electricity pylons).

It also failed to mention such stunts had been happening for years, with renegades changing their name by deed poll to that of sitting MPs, and none had ever worked. A certain Roy Jenkins won Hillhead in 1982 despite there being two Roy Jenkins, both for different Social Democratic Parties, on the ballot paper.

Most damning of all, it failed to mention that the Liberal Party’s David Morrish – a local County Councillor – had finished in fourth with over 14 000 votes. The Lib Dems had lost because diehard West Country liberals stayed with what they saw as the true original party, not the merged one.

A bluffers guide to the Liberal Party

The Liberal Party in its present form have been around since 1989. Like the continuing Social Democratic Party, it was made up of those members who objected to the Liberal-SDP merger after their 1986 general election trouncing.

The continuing Liberals had even more reason than the SDP rebels to be aggrieved: the Liberal Party’s structure meant it was controlled from the membership upwards. But the party’s leadership at the time, under David Steel, wanted to flip this on its head, and have the party controlled top-down, same as the Conservatives, and same as Labour was learning the hard way it needed to adopt to stop local ‘mavericks’ bringing the party into disrepute.

But the Liberals had little reason to do so. It had no major financial backers it needed to keep happy, almost all party money was raised by activists and any in salaried political office had to tithe ten percent of that wage (a concept stemming from the party’s roots within the non-Conformist churches).

It also did not suffer the Conservatives or Labour’s problems of ‘affiliated’ groups being loose cannons or even trying to impose their own hobby horses on national party policy against the mass members’ wishes – as happened to Labour with the Trotskyite front Militant Tendency and the Tories with the Monday Club’s dalliances with the National Front. This had been the major reason for the two major British political parties becoming more centralised, not merely a wish to become more ‘professional.’

Finally, the Liberals saw this – perhaps a little ironically in the circumstances – as the SDP taking over their party, with their party structure being the proposed template for the proposed Social and Liberal Democrats. The idea of becoming a party where their purpose was to do as they were told by their ‘betters’ was the antithesis of everything they believed a political party ought to be about.

Much as the continuing Liberals and continuing SDP hated each other, both were united in belief that the ‘Salads’ (as they referred sneeringly to the old political allies they left behind) were unprincipled careerists wanting to create a British version of West Germany’s Free Democrats (the bastard child of the pre-WW2 Democratic Party and the People’s Party of the legendary Gustav Stresemann – arguably Germany’s greatest democratic politician of all) which had been the junior partner of almost every Bundestag post-war government.

The whole future strategy for the new party appeared nothing more than becoming a wishy-washy official party for disillisioned Labour and Tory supporters’ protest votes, waiting for the day when – by the law of electoral averages – they’d get into government as the coalition partner of one or the other in return for proportional representation in all future elections – putting them into government almost forever as the minor coalition partner of choice.

To those who believed in liberalism as an ideal and ethic, not merely a party brand name, this was equally as intolerable as it was to those who believed in social democracy now watched in disbelief as the Trotskyite Labour Party still shrilling calling their old SDP friends ‘traitors’ morphed into All Things To All People With The Franchise without the merest blush.

So it came to pass in areas such as Liverpool, the Marches, Yorkshire and especially Cornwall and Devon, the Liberal Party continued in a small but highly resolute manner ever since, and has never been without representation in local government at a minimum District/Unitary authority tier.

They also hate the Liberal Democrats with a passion as illiberal undemocratic imposters epitomising the cynicism of modern politicians towards electorates.

Catching the kippers

It’s no surprise that the collapse of UKIP as it transmorphed into a Diet BNP led to horrified local members defecting as a group elsewhere to other Eurosceptic parties. It is also no coincidence that the two maverick ex-Alliance parties have proved the most attractive proposition: the United Kingdom Independence Party (formerly the Anti-Maastrict League) was founded originally by Professor Alan Sked, a former old Liberal Party parliamentary candidate; and the only reason the original SDP had been pro-Europe was by the diktat of its first leader, Roy Jenkins, previously the head of the European Commission.

In Sheffield and Leeds, it was the Social Democrats who picked up the original defectors. It should be no surprise that for geographical reasons, the ex-Kippers in the West Country should turn to the Liberals.

It is also somewhat rich for any Lib Dem to complain when over a third of their entire Parliamentary party consisted of people who had defected or been expelled by other ones – in some cases people on their third or fourth party in a single year!

Jenson Wilkinson – Stop It, You Are Embarrassing Yourself

24 November, 2019

This is a worked example of why people don’t take millenial climate change hystericals seriously:

This was in response to the Official Monster Raving Loony Party’s tired old joke about saving red squirrels by painting some grey ones red. Even Michael McIntyre is funnier than that.

If you really cared about the planet Jenson, you could always ditch your car and use trains instead of going on elongated car trips.

Travelling 320 miles to go from Worcester to Musselburgh when both are served by manned railway stations?

Tut tut!

Jobellerina, Antisemitism Is NOT ‘A Virus’ – It’s Being A Bigot

24 November, 2019

You read crap like this from fellow WordPressers (thankfully confined to Twitter in this case, but all the same, come on!) who ought to know better, and despair.

Antisemitism is not ‘a virus’.

Rabies is a virus.

The flu is a virus.

Herpes is a virus.

Being a pathetic bigot who doesn’t like Jews for whatever f**ked up reason they can think of is not, repeat not a virus.

That is being ludicrously emotive.

That is being Owen Jones or one of the other silly little hysterical tween girls who write for ‘The Guardian’.

That is when people stop taking what you have to say seriously.

Not least of all because that is behaving exactly like the very morons you are criticising.

People are antisemitic because scapegoating and hating ‘others’ is human nature, hardwired in our DNA in the competition for survival. You can substitute Jews for just about every other group on the planet and you can be sure there’s someone else being blamed by someone else for everything and anything.

The trick is training oneself to overcome it. There’s a technical term for it – it’s called ‘growing up’. Civilisation depends on it.

Unfortunately that’s something very few do today, largely because everyone’s fallen over themselves to be ‘non-judgemental’, which has allowed all sorts of nasty people for the sake of being nasty to exploit it to the hilt. Ho-de-hum, and who didn’t see that one coming?

Labour’s current troubles are hilarious because they’re reaping what they’ve sown for decades worth of pandering to all sorts of brochialists, misogynists, tribal groups and career snowflakes in return for their support at election time, turning a Nelson’s eye to their deeply sinister attitudes and bully-boy behaviour.

Now it’s come back to bite them in the arse at precisely the correct moment. Karma.

A perfect storm? The far right? You mean the far right which is standing one – let’s repeat that – ONE candidate in the entire British general election (unless you go by the Hope Not Hate stretchy vegan cheese definition where it means ‘anyone you don’t like’). Even Stephen Yaxley-Lennon aka Tommy Robinson has realised his fifteen minutes of fame and fail are over.

There’s more chance of ‘a gathering storm’ from the Official Monster Raving Loony Party – it at least can get twenty four people to find other people to provide £500 to stand for election and another £1300 for the ‘free’ leaflet drop from the post office.

You may as well blame ‘South Park’, where Cartman has been antisemitic for years without anyone being dumb enough to consider it any threat – but a sense of proportion is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?

Stop talking up trouble because you want it to happen, because ‘drama is exciting’ – so long as it’s happening outside someone else’s front door or street and not your own. Real life isn’t a bloody Harry Potter adventure.

Stupid skeet!

Frozen II: ‘There’s A Nip In The Air – Cold Won’t Be Good For My Crops’

23 November, 2019

Gush over the new outfits!

‘The Arendelle Autumn Winter Collection – in conjunction with Miss Patina.’

Wow over Grown Up Anna!

‘I furrow my eyebrows for pictures, that shows my mature, serious side.’

‘Anna, you cried yesterday when you realised you’d not eaten your alphabet spaghetti in alphabetical order.’

‘Wow! Beauxbatons have gone all Viking!’

‘Elsa! My Stalhrim sword won’t be enough even with its frost and chaos damage enchantments! Quick, conjour some Frost Antronachs!’

Travel across beautiful landscapes!

Enchanted forests!

‘Anna, will you quit it with the Dylan in the movies poses?

Before beginning to ask yourself :-

‘Anna, is it me, or does this place remind me of somewhere we’ve been to many times before?’

‘You mean by coach or boat?’

‘I was thinking more by Nintendo Switch!’

All it needs is a dragon with a sexy voice and you’d be hard pressed to tell the difference between it and Skyrim.

Here’s A Worked Example Why You Should Never, Ever Trust Newspapers Giving Advice On ‘Tactical Voting’

21 November, 2019

Today’s Daily Telegraph decided to jump on the ‘tactical voting guide’ bandwagon.

If you thought they would be any more objective than The Guardian or any of the other adult comics masquerading as newspapers in the UK, you’d be wrong.

Here’s what they had to say at the start:

Which seats are there where the Tories haven’t won since 1992 or ever AND where they finished behind a Kipper on over a fifth of the total vote cast AND where the Tories got less than 30% in 2017 (ie. where the Kipper vote wasn’t all disgruntled Tories and where a lot of the locals will never, ever vote Tory)?

Crunched the numbers and the answers are three – Houghton and Sunderland South, held by Labour with 59.5% of the vote; South Shields, held by Labour with 61.5% of the vote; and Rotherham, held by Labour with 56.4% of the vote.

In other words, seats where you can put a Labour rosette on a tin of Pedigree Chum and still no one else has a hope in Hell of winning – ever.

This almost makes the Liberal Democrats ‘electoral pact’ with the Greens and Plaid Cymru look fair and unbiased.

It makes no allowances for Hartlepool having not only a Brexit Party MEP, but nine councillors in an area where the Labour hegemony has collapsed over the Brexit issue (70% of the vote) and where most locals would sooner shoot themselves than vote Tory – a common electoral phenomena north of the Pennines where the legacy of Margaret Thatcher and the Deindustrial Revolution will haunt Conservatives for a century.

It also goes against the bookmakers own predictions – where the Brexit Party are second.

(Source: Paddypower – who did the best at predicting the various constituency results at the last general election).

The Daily Telegraph has told its readers to vote Conservative in every general election since the 1930s. But that won’t have affected their criteria for telling Brexiteer voters to back the Conservatives in all but two impossible seats.

If this is what a pro-Brexit paper is advising its pro-Brexit readers to do, you can guess for yourselves what their ‘tactical advice’ for Remain voters will be like.

BBC List On General Election Parties Wildly Wrong (As Usual)

17 November, 2019

Another General Election, another cack-handed piece of research by ‘the envy of the world.’

Taken from their own website and Twitter.

It is debatable whether the British National Party candidate David Furness is a BNP candidate at all, as he’s currently involved in a court case with the party chairman Adam Walker over the rights to the party and its millions in the bank, but the party is in such a muddle with Walker holding the purse strings but Furness what active membership still exists in London that it’s anyone’s guess. That Walker failed to stand in Bishop Auckland (his home seat) again just as it has become a high profile seat suggests he’s lost control of everything bar £5 million in legacies.

One thing is certain, don’t bother asking Hope Not Hate or Searchlight as they’ll not have a clue as usual!

Technically, the list could be longer still, as anyone standing under any designation other than Independent must be registered under the Political Parties Register for the UK – including local Residents Associations and Ratepayers Groups which have long contested elections in the UK.

Ian Bone’s Latest Delusional Claims

16 November, 2019

After promising everyone he was going to stand against Jacob Rees-Mogg at the General Election (until it was pointed out to him his constituency is in Somerset, not London as he’s assumed), Ian Bone – oops, sorry ‘Class War’, which is a real political party which really does exist with real people in it, rather than being Bone and his drinking buddies delusional fantasies – has once again proved a man of straw.

No change there.

Of course, it’s all pretty embarrassing for Bone. His ‘party member’ pathetic little weed Andrew Fisher tried to screw things up for Corbyn and Labour at the last General Election by leaking their manifesto a fortnight too early, in the way comrades are never happier than kniving their own side in the back (the more nihilistic anarchists believe Labour in any form distracts ‘the workers’ from realising revolution is the only way to change things – along with football, Coronation Street, Hollyoaks and Strictly Come Dancing).

We all know how that turned out – a few thousand short of victory in a general election Labour were supposed to be about to record their lowest share of the vote since the 1920s. A real Max Bialystock moment if ever there was one.

Instead he’s confining himself to his stock delusions, such as being one of the ten million people who all claim they used to live in Grenfell Towers (the zeitgeist’s new ‘was at the Sex Pistols first gig at the Common Room of Saint Martin’s School Of Art’, or something about 9/11).

One snag.

The Guardian (who else!) have been gushing over this oxygen thief for years, since pretend revolutionaries who post no real danger to their malodorous metropolitan livestyles on the backs of the worst wage slavery (Suzanne Moore being the same hero of the proletariat who called for a crackdown on ‘aggressive begging’ back in the days of Tony Blair when The Guardian was that bastard’s mouthpiece).

Most of them did it themselves when students and thought The Clash was the most important band in the world because the NME said so. Until they decided Manic Street Preachers was the most important band in the world. Et cetera.

But go a little further down the page, what do we find?

Two years. So does the number of years he ‘lived’ in Grenfell accumulates interest? Or is he a lying old toad trying to accumulate interest in himself? Considering he also claims to run the South Norwood Tourist Board (where he’s actually lived comfortably with partner and fellow pretend anarchist Jane Nicholl for the last two decades) and claimed during Class War’s heyday to be living in a squat, readers can make up their own minds.

Bone was one of the many vultures told to piss off by the Grenfell Action Group for trying to hijack their fight for justice for their own aggrandisment: again, par for the course with Bone, who still peddles fantasies about being responsible for the Brixton Riot of 1985, miners queuing ‘twenty deep’ to buy the Class War newspaper during the 1984 Miners Strike, and a host of other flights of fancy – including that he was going to reestablish the Glenbuck Cherrypickers football club (famous for the Shankly brothers – Bone claims his great-grandfather founded the club), despite living 389 miles away from it and the village having been abandoned since 1931 (all traces since vanished to make way for a quarry).

Ian Bone is little more than the left-wing Richard Edmonds, a pathetic old skeet that’s thrown away his life on drinking bitter and being bitter at everyone else, but with the ‘talent’ of a Colin Jordan when it came to the tabloid press and making up any old crap so long as it got him in the papers – most of it trying to gatecrash other people’s limelight.

It’s perhaps no surprise he was an associate of fellow waste of space Cynthia Payne (London ‘madam’ who exploited prostitutes and somehow became a celebrity on the back of it) – although considering his prudishness ironic (by contrast Corrective Party boss and prostitute Lindi St Clair despised him). London is full of tossers like him desperate for their fifteen minutes of fame and significance and with no qualms on how to get it. They’re the sorts of ‘hero’ certain people richly deserve – and good and hard!

This week Bone’s got all upset because the Prime Minister says his favourite band was The Clash: the public schoolboys who pretended to be Marxist revolutionaries and are still held in awe by your grandad but no one else.

‘But … but … but he’s a TORY! HOW DARE HE LIKES THEM!’

Leaving aside the small matter none of The Clash ever knew poverty their entire lives, Bone immediately called for a revived Rock Against The Rich – down his local pub.

Unfortunately for him neither Damon Albern (Blur/Gorillaz) or the NME (which barely exists as a website the newspaper having long folded for lack of sales) answered the call – nor anyone else by the look of it.

Right as it looked he couldn’t have lost the plot any more, this morning came this.

The prehistoric car in the picture along with the word ‘Yuppie’ (last used three decades ago) kind of give the game away this photograph isn’t as current as Ian would have everyone believe.

Karl Marx once warned that history repeats itself, first as tragedy, then as farce. Ian Bone manages to be both to infinity and beyond.

The Electric Light Orchestra Have A New Studio Album At Number One For The First Time In Thirty Eight Years

10 November, 2019

So so so happy about this.

The last album was ‘meh!’ though it got great reviews.

The new album is BRILLIANT and deserves to be Number One.

Every high street shop seems to be playing the title track – good times!

‘Let me go, let me fly to a place that I love.

Let me fly away, and start anew.’