Will you be back?

In case you were wondering, my Labour-supporting countrymen and women, why Friday proved to be so disappointing and why you spent the weekend in unexpected outrage, I have some suggestions.

For five years you promised to plunder England and the English once again; and enough of you made plain from the former Coalition’s beginnings that your regard the cross of St. George as just another signpost to a no-limits ATM: ‘Insert progressive slogan here for cash. No need to check your balance. You will not be charged for this transaction.’ Your parties’ plan was, (and your intentions were always made as plain as plain can be) that you would go to the sources of our four nations’ wealth and take whatever you wanted to spend as you chose without a word of gratitude for what you had already taken or of appreciation for what you were presently spending and without expressing the slightest regret about what you would take away from people in future. And when you didn’t win power outright last time you were none too critical (if at all) of those who rioted and looted for what you call justice but that doesn’t resemble justice at all in the ashen morning as the fire engines finally pull away from the ruins of a lifetime’s work.

And you insulted our faculty of memory. You insulted our intelligence when you assumed we’d forget just who plunged the country into generations-long debt and just who sold British bullion off cheaply at prices you depressed by giving advance notice. That metal was paid for by taxes; taken from the profits and wages of folk who had risen early to work long and hard hours for years to come home tired and a little preoccupied when their children wanted to play and you spent your thirteen years in office and the past five years in opposition defaming businessmen (all but your privileged pets) who every make wage packets for the millions in our countries who actually work – you defamed them as parasites, as thieves and oppressors. You, my compassionate Labour friends, raised the husbandless mothers of fatherless children above the wives and the widows and the regretfully divorced and you crowned them with crowns of innocence and absolved them of all responsibility for their plight from their first teenage pregnancy to serial motherhood through lifelong lack of work or a token few hours as they lived lives of security, ease and luxury unavailable to the Pharaohs in their glory.

You taught our children - if you taught them at all - about a nation’s history that was all warts and no face; about an economic system that was all gaps and faults as though we don’t in share live  four countries where numerous jobless and unmarried mothers can speak across continents at the cost of a few coppers and who can carry the equivalent of an orchestra and a cinema and a university library in her pocket but woe betide the English (or anyone else) if they complain she ought to manage to feed her children a little fruit and some vegetables from the income the hated private sectors’ taxes send to her bank account week after week without fail. And their brief, absent, useless former menfolk are praised as your potential heroes of potential labour which some of them might do if some of our permanent houseguests weren’t in the queue ahead of them.

You insulted our memory when you hoped we’d forget just who it was who most welcomed, who most eagerly accepted, who scoured the world for unfriendly strangers whose worst won’t live within our laws or keep the peace if doing otherwise suits them. You insulted and defamed those who noticed and who remembered exactly who it was who painted London’s streets and Underground with innocent blood and your officials and police have spent a decade and a half slandering, shouting down and imprisoning those who notice and who complain and who remember just whose blade it was that hacked through our soldier’s neck.

You’re still defaming and unleashing your street gangs and bureaucrats on anyone who mentions and who wants to investigate and punish, my Labour friends and neighbours, the authorities who presided over industrial-scale working class child sex slavery across the backbone of England for decades and who remember just whose foul bodies penetrated the innocent in body and soul until you looked away for years while you proclaimed your spotless compassion to the world.

But our memories aren’t so poor that every one of us can forget such things.

You continue to insult our entire race and you hold our civilization as the worst of tyrannies and its founders the greediest of parasites and you’re still doing it today with all your potential lessons unlearned.

And you do it through machines and across networks and in homes and streets and workplaces and schools built and heated and lighted by powers and forces that are measured by the names of the pioneering and most despicable dead white males (and one famous female) who built your luxury to complain across the entire globe.

You enthroned the IRA and their mirror-image loyalist terrorists as the rulers of our only province and you have dominated Wales and most of its officers for decades and still manage to blame all its failings on the distant, donor English and you have (by accident or design) arranged the rise of a potentially hostile foreign country on England’s border for the first time in three centuries and do you still enjoy, I wonder, the short-term gains your politicians achieved in elevating those smaller nationalisms while utterly suppressing our own? Yet still we pay the price of union, more (or less) cheerfully.

Worst of all, you and your priests and choirs and pet clowns have proclaimed and continue to proclaim your decency and moral purity while all the time denying the simple humanity of disagreeing – we are evil and all our works and all our thoughts are baleful and unworthy of the slightest respect or modicum of sympathy.

So what have you become, my Labour-supporting countrymen? You aren't good listeners and it’s doubtful that the few of you who might see this have read this far. You were so surprised on Friday because you have walled yourselves away from all disagreement and contrary evidence, you have banished all dissent and even the possibility of dissent from your imagination and you have lost what your movement once upheld: sympathy and understanding for others who are not exactly like you. You have presided over the colonization of our lands and corrupted our children with the belief that only you and a handful of allies are in any way worthy of what is good and valuable. Especially democracy: so much so that your mouthpieces rarely (if ever) comment upon a political culture that can raise Labour and Green and (most) nationalist posters pretty much everywhere in safety and peace, but where posting blue or purple banners more or less guarantees a phone call to the glaziers. No wonder you were surprised on Friday.

Only today are you demanding that the electoral system that gave you a decade of unchecked power must now be changed because you lost.

I doubt the Conservatives will cure these problems. But what have you become, Labour supporter, that you didn't notice and you still don’t care that you pissed on England and yet are surprised that much England doesn't love you any more? And you’re still not listening. None of the above moves you to change in any way, does it?

You’re out there. Can you be bargained with? Can you be reasoned with? Can you feel pity, or remorse, or fear? And will you absolutely not stop, ever, until you or England is dead?  

Rejoice

And as part of our ongoing feature: ‘Labour’s Britain, Twelve Years of Glory’ today we look at three key areas where Labour’s enlightened and omnipresent rule has undoubtedly changed the lives of millions – and continues to do so!

Concentrating here on just one small part of the UK, and reading from real-life news reports from mainstream media sources over a few short weeks, today’s article shows us just how deeply Labour’s overall philosophy of fairness, equality, justice, mercy, strangeness and charm have effected the way we live today.

We’re confident that our three examples of how Labour’s enlightened approached to crime and punishment has helped to promote other key policy areas will be an education, education, education!

Here we start with their work in the area of health, or as Labour spells it, ‘NHS.’

Key achievements:

• Waiting lists are down by 614,000 since 1997. Most patients are now waiting less than 13 weeks, and by the end of this year nobody will wait more than 18 weeks for treatment.
• Over 99% of suspected cancer patients are seen by a specialist within two weeks of being referred by their GP, and over 99% of cancer patients start their treatment within a month of diagnosis.
• Over 38,000 more doctors and 80,000 more nurses since Labour came to power.
• Investment in the NHS has trebled since 1997.
• Labour has built over 90 new NHS walk-in centres and over 650 one-stop primary care centres, and is investing £750 million in a new generation of modern, convenient community hospitals.
• Cancer mortality rates in under-75s have decreased by 17.1 per cent since 1996, saving nearly 9,000 lives in 2006 compared to 1996. We are saving 31,000 lives from cardiovascular diseases every year compared to 1996.

Not only that, dear reader, but Labour’s law-and-order policies are helping to cut down on smoking-related deaths such as lung cancer, heart disease, emphysema ..but not brain damage quite yet.

Thugs kicked man's head like a 'football'

September 10, 2009

THREE drunken yobs who beat a man into a coma because he didn't have a cigarette have been jailed.
Minshull Street Crown Court heard how Spencer Mullen, Westley Hiorns and Michael Atherton set upon Martin Brammall 'like a pack of wolves' following a night out in Hazel Grove.
The savage attack left Mr Brammall, 26, of Offerton, fighting for his life after suffering a severe brain bleed.
Following the attack he spent four weeks in hospital and the court heard he still has problems with his speech.
Mr Brammall was about to get a taxi home when Hiorns, 27, of Colbourne Grove, Hattersley, asked him for a cigarette.
When Mr Brammall did not have one to give him, Hiorns set upon him with Mullen, 21, of Eccles Bridge Road, Marple, and Atherton, 21, of Watermeetings Lane, Romiley joining in.
The court heard that at one point Mullen struck Mr Brammall's head like he was 'kicking a football 40 yards' and jumped two feet into the air to stamp on it.
Judge Jonathan Foster jailed Mullen, Hiorns and Atherton for seven and a half, six and a half and six years respectively.
He said: "This is yet another case of mindless drunken violence."

See? Smoking can damage your health and so under Labour there are many people willing to take it away before you hurt yourself with it.

Smoking can give you wrinkles, - and so can living for a long time. What has Labour done for the senior citizens?

As Labour proudly boasts on its website:-

Key achievements:

• A million pensioners have been lifted out of poverty since 1997
• We are spending around £12 billion more on pensioners in real terms than under the Tory years
• We have brought in the £200 Winter Fuel Allowance for over 60s and free TV licences for over-75s
• This year Labour has provided an additional one-off payment for 12 million people alongside the Winter Fuel Allowance to help with rising fuel bills - with an extra £100 for the over 80s and an extra £50 for the over-60s, on top of the existing Winter Fuel Allowance
• We have given carers of elderly or disabled people the right to request flexible working
• We have legislated to tackle unfair age discrimination in the workplace
• Average pensioner incomes from the state are up by 25 per cent, more than the rise in earnings over the last decade

Not only that, but Labour’s enlightened approach to the justice system has helped encourage the old folks to gather together, huddled (if not in masses), then at least congregating in ever-closer union, in privacy, behind locked doors.

Worshippers to be locked in to avoid thieves

September 09, 2009

WORSHIPPERS at a Stockport church will be locked inside during Sunday services to stop 'heathen' thieves stealing their belongings while they pray.

The extreme measure, at Heaton Mersey Congregational Church, on Mersey Road, comes after crooks sneaked inside and pinched keys to cars, which were then driven off, on Wednesday evening (September 2).

It was the latest in a line of thefts that has left the congregation outraged and includes lace curtains from the toilet and even loo roll.

Now whenever members are at the church they will lock the door behind them and anyone who is late will have to ring a bell to be let in.

Graham Alsop, church treasurer, said "We are going to lock the door for all church-related activities and that will have to include Sundays.

“It is a devil having to do that but that is the world we live in.

"The church is actually upstairs so we can't see who is coming in. You would think some places would be sacred and not targeted by this sort of thing, we were horrified."

A whist drive was being held when the thieves sneaked into the church cloakroom between 6.45-9.45pm and stole six coats. They found keys to a Nissan Micra and a Nissan Almera, specially adapted for its elderly disabled owner.

Arthur Bradley, 70, an ex-policeman who had the Micra pinched, said: "Someone said the coats had been stolen so I looked outside and realised the car had gone. The fact I'm an ex-policeman adds extra insult.

"If someone can stoop this low it makes you wonder what sort of person they are. They certainly have no shame."

Police have appealed for witnesses to the thefts and hit out at those responsible.

Detective Inspector Kevin Dolan, from Stockport CID, said: "It is a sad state of affairs when you can't go to a church without having your pockets rifled through.

"These thieves are sacrilegious heathens but no matter where you are you should not leave property unattended."

What could be more important than the young ones? And so under Labour, the teaching of life skills and the proper good attitudes to their fellow persons has been a number one priority for this government – just like all the other ones.

Key achievements:

• Labour has doubled the amount spent per pupil since 1997 from £2,900 to over £5,850 today.
• Labour has delivered over 39,000 more teachers and 174,000 more teaching assistants than in 1997. This investment has enabled 100,000 more 11 year olds to master literacy and 93,000 more to master numeracy since 1997. Today, 81 per cent of 11 year olds reach the expected level in English and 78 per cent in Maths.
• Labour has seen 470,000 more young people gain five or more good GCSEs. The proportion of young people achieving five or more good GCSEs is up by over 15 per cent since 1997.
• Over 1,100 new schools have been rebuilt or newly built. Labour is committed to rebuilding or refurbishing every secondary school and half of all primary schools in the coming years.
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Especially numeracy.

Raid gunman counted out bullets

Alex Scapens
August 19, 2009

RESTAURANT staff were threatened with their own knives while a gunman counted out his bullets in a horrific armed robbery.
Steve Pilling, who swapped swanky city centre restaurants for a `quieter life' at Damson, in Heaton Moor, Stockport, has told how three masked men burst into its kitchen just after midnight.
With a gun pointing at them, two of his staff were frogmarched upstairs. One was ordered to empty the safe or the other would be shot.
The remaining eight lay terrified on the ground as knives found in the kitchen drawers were held against them before the gang escaped with cash from the till and safe.
Mr Pilling used to own Sam's Chop House and Mr Thomas' Chop House in Manchester. He opened Damson in April.

Quieter life

He said: "We are all really nervous since it happened. They pulled the cartridge out of the gun and showed the bullets. One of the staff was told to empty the safe or they would shoot.
"It was intimidating. Nothing like this happened in the city centre. We didn't have an armed robbery.
"I needed a hip operation six months ago which was a big influence in opening here for a quieter pace of life.
"I don't regret it as long as things don't get any worse. You can't let these people get you out, I will fight on. The customers are appalled."
The robbery happened at the end of the night's work when the kitchen door was open to let cool air in. The masked men left the same way.
The raiders wore dark clothes and balaclavas and were all under 20.
Insp Terry Sweeney said: "These were determined thugs. We want to hear from anyone who saw people or a vehicle loitering outside the restaurant."

Nothing wrong with that chap's numeracy skills - and under severe workplace pressure, too.

Sweet revenge via Julia. Great article and exemplar link number one is so sweet.

Just say 'No'

I read one of my new best friends' post on Morecambe and Lonsdale Labour MP Geraldine Smith on Saturday morning.

Here's her political bio.

She is former pupil of Morecambe High School on Dallam Avenue and Lancaster and Morecambe College on Morecambe Road in Lancaster, where she gained a Diploma in Business Studies. Her first campaign was supported by the Communication Workers Union, for whom she was formerly an officer. Prior to becoming an MP she was a Lancaster City Councillor and worked for the Royal Mail from 1980-97. She has been Labour Member of Parliament for Morecambe and Lunesdale since 1997.

For those of you not blessed with detailed ecological knowledge of Northwest England's colourful and Byzantine political life, the phrases Morecambe High School and Lancaster and Morecambe College and Lancaster City Councillor can best be defined by analogy.
That analogy is that if Simon Cowell ran a political competition called Britain's Got Morons then Geraldine Smith might - just might - get through to the final as the Scottish virgin with werewolf eyebrows and the voice of an angel. I'm saying, is all.

By coincidence, I was visiting the lovely hypodermic-paved Lancaster and Morecambe's Salt Ayre hinterland Asda superstore on Saturday.

There was La Smith in a cute little sympathy-inducing Labour-red plaster cast loooking very, very browbeaten at her 'Meet your MP' table.

Mrs. Northwester asked me if I felt sorry for her and her kind because every time these poor sods went shopping from now on someone was bound to ask 'Are you paying for that out of expenses?'

And then I thought of this.

Alistair Darling confirmed today the cost of rescuing the high street banks combined with the impact of the ­recession will almost double the nation's overdraft to £1.2 trillion within three years — that's £1.2 million million....The arithmetic of £1 trillion of debt is eye-watering. It is £16,700 for every man, woman and child in the country and would take 28.5 million years for someone on average London earnings to pay off.

And then I thought again of this.

Geraldine Smith spent £235 on picture and £185 on mirror for London flat in August 2005. Bought Bali table lamp, floor lamp and three cushions for total of £620 one month later.

I wondered whether Ms Smith had been thinking of my daughter's future prospects when she voted for all those Labour budgets and spending plans and' initiatives' and 'boosts' and 'helping the most vulnerable in society', and how she squared that with the likely consequences for Tiny Northwester and her generation: the jobs which heavily-taxed 'Big Business' will no longer create for my daughter to apply for, and the more expensive everything she will have to buy with her highly-taxed and lower wages.

I asked myself whether Ms Smith had been concerned about how much Labour's building boom bubble might hurt the economy for evermore as she voted for all those 'generous' tax credits and health service funding and all the spiffy new ministries and departmental reorganisations and community initiatives when she was browsing for mirrors and lamps and cushions.

Had selling my daughter into a life of debt slavery been worth it to keep vulnerable meat-people-carrier mums in plasma TVs and Benson and Hedges?

I thought really hard about that one.

And then I answered Mrs. Northwester's question.

Chalk. Cheese. Semtex.

The BNP cheats.

Its supporters don’t wear sinister uniforms or flaunt evil-looking flags. They don’t disrupt pubic meetings as far as I know or try to intimidate democratically elected representatives of the people. Their local activists would be called ‘community leaders’ if they belonged to any other community than the white majority.
If their famous race war is being planned in secret then it’s a damn well-kept secret, though some comment posters on some of their blogs look pretty bloody iffy even to my frothing-at-the-mouth, gun-me-down-like-a-rabid-dog Right-wing eyes.

No matter. I’m angry about this and so I’m going to labour the point two days running. Let’s forget the candidates themselves, their party and their policies real and imagined. Let’s read those numbers again.

The number of people voting BNP across the UK as a whole went up slightly, from 808,201 to 943,598 in the European elections, but went down slightly in the two regions where it gained MEPs, with the party benefitting from a collapse in the Labour vote.
They won 6.2% of votes, compared with 8.6% for the Green Party, 13.7% for the Lib Dems, 15.7% for Labour, 16.5% for the UK Independence Party and 27.7% for the Conservatives.

943,598 legally resident, fully-enfranchised British subjects cast their votes in a properly-run secret ballot for a legal organization whose candidates were not even in jail and on hunger strike or calling for the deaths of British soldiers or anything in the trusting and perhaps naïve faith that their own humanity mattered enough that their choices would be respected in the same way as the candidates of all the other parties would insist on being respected despite their recent financial and legislative records.

Apparently, someone has decided that this is not the case.They aren’t real people or proper people and their tribunes can be physically attacked and prevented from public speaking with immunity.
And who decided this?

Well, the Labour Party, for starters – two of whose supporters I work with closely, and who yesterday expressed delight that Nick Griffin had been egged. Discussing this, I asked whether it would have been even more democratic if the missiles had been stones, or petrol bombs or grenades.
This point missed their brains by several million realities, it seems, and they went on to discuss what a child had thought when he asked an adult what the man had done wrong. One colleague replied ‘Nothing, yet.’
The other one's making sure, I suppose, that the child in question knows which elected officials it’s going to be OK to attack and presumably with which weapons and weapon systems. That old Colorado Beetle's got a lot to answer for.
If I’d suggested that we should egg people whose parties and fellow ideologues have recently killed and are still killing actual civilians and British soldiers, they’d have been all over me like a cheap suit.


I’m grateful to my colleagues for their words, though.

Previously I’d been finding it difficult to identify the fascists.

Evil Britain Top Ten. And hope.

Good afternoon poop-pickers.

Welcome to the Coprolite Hit Parade, sponsored by Gramsci & Rousseau: Evil Stupid Ideas For All Occasions and Nations, brought to you at knock-down prices just like the stock-market, and they’re practically cutting their own throats to do it for us.*

Evil.

Ranting Stan starts the ball rolling at Number Ten with a heart-warming tale of how Britain’s justice system is still a world leader in keeping innocent gangs of hooligans safe from marauding Daily-Mail reading curtain-twitching haters of homosexuals, women and Jews (but not those who do so in a nice way such as the Islamists; with poetry and tradition and God on their side). Fortunately for those who care deeply about civil liberties and the rights of young people, this evil householder and taxpayer is now dead and therefore unable to use the special Tory magnet that draws violent criminals into the houses of the citizenry so they can be persecuted by the judgemental and privileged Thatcherite ruling elite.

An equally welcome visitor to the Top Ten is Laban Tall whose ever-vigilant eyes and nimble fingers continue to discover things about our country’s everyday life which much of the multi-billion mainstream media fails to bring to our national leaders’ attention as something worth changing, or at least doing something right about with existing laws.

Here’s a tale of everyday multiculturalism and torture and the Paddington Hard Stare that our wonderful judiciary gives even to impish scallywags such as these. And here's a story he found to thrill the thrifty souls of any Council Tax payer who fears that local government is squandering its very own money on idle foolishness rather than delivering the essential services that we all depend upon to survive. Now I don’t know if the innocent morons X and Y are either mongs, flids, spasbos or crips, but I’m guessing the torture and threats of death might have penetrated even the most fuddled of consciousnesses as something worth avoiding, but the vigilant Master of the Rolls has saved a packet of cash for the deeply caring and delightfully diverse councillors of that paragon of gentle justice, the London Borough of Hounslow. I’m sure they did their best. Oh, and know for sure that should someone remonstrate with you for nipping ahead at the Sainsbury’s tills because you only have a bottle of milk and the cash ready, then the full force of the law in all its majesty will fall upon your murderers like…a feather? Gentle spring rain? A child’s innocent laughter?

Straight in at Number Eight is newcomer to TJ.AT? Edwin Greenwood, whose Dogwash post here will inspire all fair-minded people who wish the best for the multicultural society and worry about the eyesight of people in that part of London. A point I’d like to add is that for some reason I don’t expect Sikhs to be getting onto London Transport vehicles any time soon with explosives to protest about the illegal occupation of ‘Palestine’ and the West’s rapacious desire for Middle Eastern oil.

Funny, that.

EU Referendum points out that (amid the flim-flam men of G20 and their possible Dutch auction of all our liberties to a nascent World Government and the Leftie hordes whose high-spending, state-controlling, welfare-benefit-expanding bidding they have in fact been doing for donkeys’ years but without satisfying them) the British National Party came second in a top-secret bye-election in Temple Newsam in Leeds - unbeknownst to everyone including our multi-billion pound mainstream media and our vigilant Political Class, and that they are consistently polling at 20% nationwide, though I’m guessing they don’t do so well in the Celtic Fringe. The thought that the National Front’s successor can regularly garner double figure percentages of the electorate would have been unthinkable, say; oh, I don’t know…eleven years and eleven months ago: especially to very the people who made it possible.

Tip; they still aren’t thinking about it, so it’s not really real. So that’s alright, then.

Harry’s Place (not currently involved in a mutual love-in with the BNP) gives us a clue about why this 20% might have come about, and why a certain national government [or is that a certain nuclear-armed County Council belonging to the EU? I can never remember which it is] STILL has no clue what it’s facing in political Islam.

Hit Number Five is Stan again, laying it down, voicing what many of us social conservatives would want to happen had we a time machine and a hit-squad of crack Burkean ninjas ready to go back to 1945 or so and make some alterations to the top echelons of certain national institutions…

Just outside the Top Three is Sue, the Hercules Poirot of our continent’s pathology. The little grey cells have found a vital clue – O happy day ! – a professional journalist who says it to a readership of millions about the new caste-system of the statist aristocracy and their courtiers, shamen and priests of the three main parties at the top, and the fast-breeding underclass army which supports them with ever-present threats of violence below, and the productive and law-abiding middling orders in between.

But all is not lost dear reader; far from it.

The next three bloggers brought refreshing and pleasing joy to my heart when I read them this week: joy as when unexpected springtime showers fall on a day when the womenfolk had dressed for sunshine.

Hope.

I suspect that the Top Three might be uncomfortable around one another: each having a different set of prescriptions for what might be done to deal with all this.

Despite that they clearly cherish our civilization and its customs, work within its rules and conventions, even as they wish to change it for the better by their own lights. I’m closest to Number Two but for reasons I’ll explain later I’m inspired by all three.

Number Three is Cherry Pie whose writings about our world, our culture, and our species show that she believes all of them to contain much good; good to which she draws our attention, celebrates and wishes us preserve and improve if we can. Freedom. Democracy. Gotta use and love those treasures whilst we still have some of each.

In the Number Two Spot is my fellow conservative (I think) and my fellow supporter of Christendom (I’m sure) - Rob. He bids us read more of the great Roger Scruton, and why he thinks our civilization is worth protecting, why Islam hates and fears it, and points us to two ways in which we are strong enough to protect it. All of the Top Three are involved in this struggle, and though the methods and viewpoints are as far apart as the can be and consciously stay within the civilization itself.

I’ve been slandered and libelled as a racist and fascist too way too frequently off and on for thirty years now, and so I give exactly the respect to the ‘anti-racist’ and ‘anti-fascist’ Left that it deserves when it tries to circumscribe what I read and whom I might believe.

Top of the Posts is Red Squirrel. Red Squirrel is a BNP member and part of that scattered 20% of our country’s electorate which holds the big three parties in utter contempt and has a very strong idea, to say the least, of how to express that contempt.

I think that political bloggers (mostly) tell the truth about themselves and their beliefs when they blog, and I certainly believe that this is so in her case. She clearly regrets that her party can’t enrol the likes of the patriotic Tamil postman Deva Kumarasiri, and for good reasons.

So I hope you will not avoid reading her post for fear that evil fascists are trying to steal your heart and open-mindedness away from conservatism or libertarianism or democratic socialism or whatever it is that you believe in, in order to drag you into some bannered, booted, and bullying future and that you’ll actually take a look because there’s a very important message to be found in the post.

Her G20 post here is not so different from the rants of despair and anger from libertarians and conservatives and others about the massive foulness that our Political Class has inflicted upon the people and state of Britain, and more widely onto the whole world. I don’t go in for the BNP’s trade protectionism and the old-fashioned socialism of its health service policies and the dirigisme of its domestic economics, but just look at what she’s railing against.

She expresses rawly and pungently the pain of what our rulers have inflicted, and fear of what they plan to further inflict on the majority of us in one way or another: and the economic and judicial destruction that unconstrained, rootless and above all unhistorical liberalism has inflicted on the former land of law-abiding, tolerant, loyal and patriotic subjects.

I don’t suppose that my many words of little wisdom will ever inveigle her or her friends to become conservatives but I’ve got to say that I recognize the loss and longing for a better past.

20% is a fair chink of our nation and a large number of souls whom Messers Brown and Obama plan to hurt still worse over the coming decades. What makes Christendom worth conserving it that it is supposed to respect and cherish (even when it fails so very badly sometimes) the feelings and freedoms of all its denizens.

Even heathens like me.

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*Correction; they’re now contracting out the throat-cutting and reprioritizing the particular throats to be cut. Coming to a community near yours, any time now.

Labour’s got it right. Don’t panic.

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Fascist state or resolute nation?

Bumbling amateur militia or growing resolve against terror?

Now you don’t have to choose.

Hello. I’m North Northwester.

And you know, many people ask me: ‘North, how do you do it? How do you keep your steely resolve to fight the Islamist ideological menace, build a successful career in the bloated bureaucracy, enjoy a wonderful marriage, preserve your youthful good looks and athletic physique and still manage to dance like Fred Astaire and Dorothy Lamour rolled into one?’

And I have to smile.

You see folks, I get by and I do alright - and better than alright - with the wonder ingredient made available to me at no financial cost at all by my very first girlfriend.

It’s called a sense of proportion.

Let’s start with the official government version, straight from the Ministry of Truth Information Noticeboard itself: the BBC.

Sixty thousand civilians are being trained to spot terrorists, Gordon Brown revealed yesterday.

In the latest Labour anti-terror initiative, huge numbers of staff on rail networks, at airports, shopping centres, public buildings and sports venues have been picked out by MI5 and the police to be taught how to watch for 'suspicious behaviour' and respond swiftly in the event of an atrocity.

Gee Willikers, mister, it sure looks like the gum mint’s finally taking this I Slam Mist terse threat serious-like, don’t it?

Up to a point.

I mean, the bean-brained bozos have only just finished spending ninety Mega-sovs on the old peeler’s technique of ‘Set a thief to cosy up to, recruit and train a thief and excuse the actions of all the other similar thieves worldwide,’ by using ardent Islamists to inoculate young British Muslims to the attraction of blowing themselves into halal mincemeat along with as many of their fellow ‘British citizens’ as they can. (See Julia’s forensic discussion of this act of governmental brilliance here.)

Not only did Nu Labour jump on the ‘Islam is a religion of peace’ bandwagon to ‘prevent retaliation against innocent Muslims’ before the dust had properly settled at Ground Zero, but they have been schizophrenically busy these last eight and a bit years pointing out all the differences between ordinary Muslims* and the terrorists – even when they aren’t there, in the case of violent Jihad being anti-Islamic behaviour, rather than being the bang-on ultra-orthodox recommended by Mohammed real thing.

Oh, and freezing out the actual non-violent, non-Islamist Muslims.

So, ordinarily, I’d expect flares to come back into fashion or to be invited to attend the Hollywood Première of Pride and Predators: the chick flick SFX Sci-Fi blockbuster for all the family before Labour got something right about our side of ‘the war on terror.’

Perhaps I was wrong.

Officers had initially been alerted to the suspects when the storage firm near Heathrow called the police after becoming suspicious about the substance they had been asked to look after.

That’s a bona fide example of alert British civilians noticing and reporting something that could have killed many people.

I’ve been doing my level best to find the details of the American (video-shop employee?) who discovered and reported terrorist videos to the US authorities; so foiling a bombing plot. Google’s inhaling – or my use of it is – and so I’ll leave that as an exercise for the reader to ignore complete.

So maybe training a few score thousand more of us up to look out for and spot suspect behaviour isn’t such as bad idea, after all.

It surely beats the BBC and police spending our money on persecuting Undercover Mosque, for example.

There are excellent precedents for this.

Way back in World War Two, British subjects were alerted to the possibilities of spies and saboteurs from Germany, and so were made alert to Nazi and Fascist infiltration. Quite a lot of German spies were indeed captured and either turned or received short suspended sentences in the Tower of London. Of course, there were also many absurdities and mis-identifications as in any war, but still and all ‘Careless Talk Costs Lives’ worked, and it’s not like anyone much is suggesting executing convicted terrorists even after their ultra-long, ultra-meticulous trials. Well, there’s me, but clearly I don’t count, what with me being Right-wing and all.

And the Royal Observer Corps of unpaid volunteers added to Britain’s patchy and experimental radar cover in watching for German bombers coming over to revenge Versailles, or something, and the OC lasted well into the Cold War, and that came out alright until Messrs Bush 1, Clinton, Major, Blair, Bush 2 et al let the old Russian bear re-grow his claws. Honestly, Ron and Maggie leave the room for a few minutes and the children mess it all up.

And the old Home Guard, the LDV, actually contributed a great deal to the war-winning effort by allowing Regular Territorial and Hostilities Only troops to ship overseas for the various glories, farces and horrors of North Africa, Crete, Italy, and the Far East.

The Home Guard did spy-watching and coast-guarding and anti-aircraft work around London (freeing up Royal Artillery – I think – for service overseas) and I think at one time there were 100,000 or so of them on military-styled duties in the early and desperate years of the war.

And all this was volunteer work; the exemplary public service ethic that honest Victorian government and civic conservatism had bred up in the imperial homeland. People felt some duty to the greater society in which they lived and they did something about it when the need arose.

So if the government is drawing some people into the effort against Jihadist terror, and they do respond to things they see appropriately and in a timely fashion, then lives may be saved. They really would represent community spirit and community involvement [as distinct from the bogus, Marxian exploitation-based ‘community’ with its endless demands for more privileges and grievance-generating victimology professionals at the public expense].

And it’s not like most people I meet at work or in the pub are aware there’s a war on at all – for my colleagues it’s all trigger-happy Americans and evil armaments-corporations and a 'climate of fear' as if we should jump for joy each time a bomb goes off somewhere.

Some of the libertarians have problems with this.

Here’s Old Holborn:

I think we have a right to know from Jackboot Jacqui, just who has been recruited into Brown's secret army, what they have been trained in and just what powers they think they have been given.

I’m well aware of the authoritarian drift of this government and I despise it and I’m against it, but I doubt very much that Labour is training waiters and train guards to spy on us; scanning us for copies of Atlas Shrugged or Law, Legislation and Liberty - especially not when our internet browsing is so easy for them to track.

OH, they just might be getting this one right and for the right reasons.

Even a stopped clock's right twice a day, right?

I’m not forgetting the Police raiding Damian Green’s home, and the microchipped wheelie-bins and the dustmen who send the council eco-police around to lecture and fine us, and it’s all reprehensible I’m sure and worth flaying Nu Lab for. But.

But you have no civil rights when you’re dead.

None at all. So I think it’s worth doing this.

Now, Labour may still foul it up. Dumb Jon observes here how they’re pussy-footing around who they’re looking for but the volunteers on the ground aren’t going to be fooled, and the actual paid professionals are still putting on a pathetic show of their actual jobs as Sue points out here, so yes, they may make it a tick-box exercise or so Politically Correct that you have to report ten hoodies per burqua, and to photophone one hundred twinsets and pearls per kaftan you snap, and they are the party that put the Thatcher economy on 24 black at Las Vegas and retired to the bar, and normally I’d expect to see Elvis riding into Castle City on a velociraptor singing I Will Survive before they did something original and independent of the US in anti-terrorism…

And it’s 60,000 more pairs of eyes on those rucksacks on the Tube.

Good luck to them.

Home.

* I repeat for the bewildered: it is a tribute to the peaceful and law-abiding majority of Muslims in Britain that they ignore most or all of the head-hacking, anti-Semitic, woman-hating stuff and just try to get on with their lives.

Coming soon. The answer.