#nonjeneregretterien

You know, you can say what you like against immigration from Muslim countries but if it saves the life of a single child it will have been worth it.

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Desperation

Alright. Enough with the Nazi-bashing, already.

Truth be told, I'm getting sick and tired about all the offensive remarks and the hostile looks I've been getting lately from people (supposedly my friends and neighbours), just because I happened to be an Aryan supremacist.

I mean, it’s not as though I ever did anyone any harm.

So what if I wear the swastika to work? It's a venerable symbol of my race and its proud history. It reminds us about our unmatched achievements in science, art and technology: achievements for which the modern world has yet to show gratitude for the debt that it owes to us:  for early advances in heavy water processing; rocketry and in chemistry. And who doesn't enjoy an ice-cold can of Fanta from time to time, or had his heart warmed by the cheerful antics of Herbie and his friends?

You say all this hostility isn't towards individual Aryans – let alone against our entire folk – but because some people are afraid of what alleged crimes were committed by our predecessors and ancestors. And what so-called crimes are these? Why, preserving Europe’s high culture of music, great literature, philosophy and the natural sciences at a time when our continent had descended into barbarism. The Bolsheviks on one side were perverting such treasures as ballet and cinema to serve their ruthless, genocidal aims and on the other the decadent capitalist West reducing everything pure and good to serve their grubby dreams of profit by the mass production of books and music. And who, I ask, ultimately benefitted from all this tyranny and greed? To date, I don’t see the so-called democracies paying much attention to the most powerful and bloodily active military forces in the Middle East; forces operated by a people who demonize Aryan supremacists 24/7/365 in every aspect of their culture education, and who raise their children from birth to revile our very existence.

I suppose you could make some connection between the regrettable actions of certain European Aryan supremacists in the ‘30s and ‘40s, but you should remember they were fallible individuals reacting to encirclement and carpet bombings and ultimately a brutal and divisive invasion that ended in the death or exile of so many innocent Nazis swept up in events over which they had no control. But you can’t, by which I mean you shouldn’t, take a few words from Mein Kampf and cherry-picked passages from his early speeches to suggest that there is something inherently hostile and violent in the noble creed of Nazism. He cared and inspired others to care about our racial heritage and our right to exist unmolested in our cramped, impoverished and encircled homelands, and merely suggested that lands stolen by foreign conquerors (sorry: by ‘peaceful setters’) be returned to us. How humanitarian can a man be and yet be reviled as evil?

But no-one cares about our scattered folk. We are marginalized; forbidden to teach in schools or universities and kept out of the mainstream media where the pundits and film makers unceasingly revile us as ruthless killers. Our honest attempts to take part in local customs such as elections are met with official rejection and persecution from all your authorities and by violence and threat of violence on the street. Is it a wonder then if a few desperate, lost individuals in their suffering have boiled down our honest creed into a simplistic and violent doctrine removed from the true passion and dignity of our authentic beliefs?

When our women are spat at on the streets of all European and North American cities for wearing the modest costumes of the League of German Maidens and our young men are terrorized and assaulted for wearing their traditional clothing  when attending local rallies, and when Brown Houses across the whole northern hemisphere are vandalised and their inhabitants forced to flee, then what choice have our young people but to cleave this newly-invented dark perversion of our noble beliefs?

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Danish Gold

Probably still the funniest post in the world.

   It’s true: bacon is just that much fun.

   Also, it’s a thing; an important cultural institution throughout Britain. Countless peoples’ lives are improved; their days lifted just a little bit by a bacon sandwich. For the busy husband and father rushing off early for the long drive to work a bacon butty (as we say up North) from some trailer on a bypass is that little pick-me-up that boosts the day; that gets the blood sugar going and the brain working as he travels the weary distance from the home and family he loves to the workplace where, ultimately, the mortgage will be paid. For the rushing teacher on her way to a ten, twelve hour day followed by marking and preparation for the next, a couple of grilled slices with ketchup in a margarined bun ( or ‘bap’) is her first line of defence against a hard, rewarding, frustrating day.

   And what office building of a Friday morning isn’t lifted just a bit by the delivery (sometimes by several vigorously-competing sandwich companies) of those little bags of warm, revitalising, productivity-boosting and weekend daydream-deferring streaky goodness?

   It’s a better world for having bacon in it, and no mistake.

   I don’t eat bacon any more for moral reasons (the morality being that Mrs. Northwester is an ethical vegetarian and joining her is no price at all to pay for her smiles,) but I can’t deny that my colleagues are perked up immeasurably by that Friday morning buzz when the delivery arrives and the day’s volunteer distributes those neat little foil-wrapped parcels from desk to desk. Everybody wins: the taxpayers because they’re getting just that little bit more concentration and brain power when the public sector spending its money instead of neck straining towards the clock from eleven onwards, to the customers who find cheerier and more attentive helpers than otherwise, to the management knowing we’re busting some targets better than with rumbling stomachs or the brief, dreary carb high of toast.

   So here’s an idea: why not spread the love? Let’s share it out throughout the public sector.

   No: let’s share it throughout the private sector and put a Smoky and the Band-aid on the country’s wounded economy. Let’s make it a law, possibly even a legal right, to have bacon sandwiches delivered to every workplace in the land on Friday mornings - barring bank holidays, of course. And maybe Ramadan. It wouldn’t be very expensive, all things considered, to kick Britain into productivity overdrive as the streaky hits the palates of the nation and raises morale coast to coast. Oh, it might put a bit more on the tax bill, but it’d surely pay for itself in the long run as the economy booms not only from the fillip that the workers receive when the pink and crispy ambrosia goes down and their attentiveness and enthusiasm for the day’s work goes up, but also from the employment created for workers preparing and delivering their salty cornucopia. Accident rates, accounting and date input errors and apathy will all plummet on the most tiring day of the week.

  Now, absurd as it seems, I can imagine some folk having qualms about this. For example, they’ll say that this will be offensive to certain groups, for example vegetarians and vegans, and I’m sympathetic, I truly am: being one of the former myself. But nobody’s forcing such people to take part. They can scoff their soya sausages or Quorn slices alongside their porcovore colleagues, or breakfast before they get home, or simply ignore what their pig-munching workmates are up to altogether. Live and let live, I say. And besides, not all vegetarians are necessarily good people, if you know what I’m saying? You have to wonder just a little bit what else is on the agenda for the kind of people who don’t eat meat and who maybe have a less than sympathetic attitude for those who indulge in Kosher slaughter and who won’t eat pig meat at all, yeah?

   Which brings us to the Jews. I mean, I accept that in desert tents and closely-packed hilltop villages of the ancient Middle East the proximity to pigs might demonstrably have been a health hazard akin to the Far East’s tendency to originate pig-human crossover viruses, but really my friends! The Israelis have air conditioning and excellent sewage systems and medical services today; possibly having removed it all from the rest of the Arabic world apart from Riyadh, various tourist hotels and most presidential palaces. All the Jews have to do is to not take part, tolerate the pleasures (and necessitates) of their neighbours, carry on freely practising their quaint traditions in their own authorised and exempt designated enclosed spaces as the Sabbath approaches and just leave the rest of us alone. Now I think of it, synagogues are workplaces of a sort, aren’t they? Should non-Jewish cleaning staff and even liberal Jews (clergy and congregation) be cut out of the fun? Perhaps they shouldn’t be excluded, huh? Why should some ancient law in a mouldy old book keep the joy of pork from decent, legally resident British subjects going about their otherwise identical religious services? I think not.

  And what can I say about Muslims? Well, one thing I can say for sure is that I’m really, really glad I decided to blog under the nickname of North Northwester.

   Friday prayers or Jumu'ah are an important aspect of a pious Islamic life and it is just possible, (if only barely), to imagine some Muslims being irked at the idea of bacon that they had to pay for in their taxes being served to their infidel colleagues just before such an important part of the week. Knowing that it goes on elsewhere at their expense should pose no serious problems for them, should it? I suppose they might even object - however politely - to the notion of their holy places, such as mosques and madrassas and the Pennines, being permitted by law to serve or receive doorstep deliveries of bacon. I don’t, however, see that a law merely permitting such a cornucopia of pork being allowed in principle, especially as there happen to be no specific plans to make it compulsory any time soon, could ever threaten honest, law-abiding, tolerant modern Muslims.

  I don’t believe that such uptight people (minorities all) have anything to fear in the principle being allowed in law and thus spreading to their formerly ‘private’ places of public worship and into their economic lives, any more than they should be allowed to enforce their outdated notions on a more tolerant and laid-back majority and their political and moral leaders.  

   I mean, it’s not as if the powers that be in the Free World impose their universalizing largesse on large ethical or religious groups: even the conservative Powers That Be.

 

 

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Darling buds

Dumb Jon misses the point by miles.

I mean, doesn’t he get it? That this is what all the multiculturalism and turning a blind eye to crime and anti-racism were for.

Anyone could have told you from the start that a wide-ranging reduction in finicky law enforcement and official toleration and the staunch and fearless encouragement of a myriad of overseas customs would encourage ever-greater personal morality and inter-racial tolerance, growing like mighty oaks in England's capital.

But despite it all; despite the hatemongers and nay-sayers and Little Englanders the whole effort has proved completely worthwhile if a former police officer who brought his family out of war-torn Sierra Leone can feel right at home in London.

And just look at that vibrant and diverse local life, employing the English language in our language’s ancient heartland and bringing a fresh new music to our native tongue:

A witness saw the defendant strike Julie’s collarbone without much effect and then plunge the comb into her skull.

The witness heard a sound which he described as like 'when you kill a goat back home'.

Perfick!





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What's right about this?

British man said to be mentally ill executed in China


A British man convicted of drug smuggling in China has been executed, the Foreign Office has confirmed.

Akmal Shaikh, 53, a father-of-three, of London, had denied any wrongdoing and his family said he was mentally ill.

Cl-

There’s good news, and then there’s bad news.

Mrs. Northwester brought this to my attention while incandescent about the sentence.

I’ll try (relative) brevity in my commentary for once.

Spared jail, the forced marriage case father who told wife: 'I'll cut out your tongue'

By James Tozer

A muslim who threatened to kill his wife and cut out her tongue after she blocked an arranged marriage for their daughter has been banned from seeing his family.

Good.

In the first prosecution of its kind, Aurang Zeb has been convicted of breaching a Forced Marriage Protection Order taken out to stop him taking Rozina Akhtar out of Britain to marry.

Also good. Nice precedent. Practical.

But despite his chilling threats he escaped imprisonment and was given community service.

If it’s not shoveling it into wheel barrows on a pig farm while wearing a pink tutu and a yarmulke I’m going to be very, very disappointed.

Last night campaigners condemned the sentence, saying it sent out the wrong message.

'There's clear evidence that this man threatened to kill his wife, so how can he be given community service?' said Shazia Qayum of Karma Nirvana, a group which helps victims of forced marriage.

Yey, Karma Nirvana. Here they are.

Harumph.

'He should have been locked up. The law just isn't strong enough at the moment, and it's time the Government made forced marriage a criminal offence.'

Or just one sensible prosecutor could use the existing laws on rape and false imprisonment. Whatever happened to one law for all, I wonder?

Zeb, a former builder, set up a marriage between Rozina and his brother's son while visiting their native Pakistan when she was just 19.

After returning home to Blackburn, his daughter decided she did not want to go through with it.

His wife, Parveen Akhtar, stepped in, explaining she had been pushed into an unhappy marriage to Zeb 24 years ago and did not want their daughter to suffer the same fate.

Brave woman.

But he insisted Rozina had no choice, saying she was 'dishonouring' the family, magistrates heard.

Using laws on forced marriage introduced last November, police secured one of Britain's first FMPOs against Zeb, 43.

A new but useful thing, it seems. A conservative’s dream.

He was ordered to forfeit his passport and barred from taking Rozina, now 23, to Pakistan.

How about simply marking it ‘For outbound travel only?’

But though he moved out of the family home after February's ruling, he continued stalking them, Blackburn magistrates were told.

He would wait for Parveen in his car outside the house to accuse her of having an affair - which she denied, said Catherine Allan, prosecuting.

The father of two also harassed his son, Nasir Khan, almost running him off the road and demanding he attack Parveen and Rozina.

In one conversation, Zeb said that if Nasir killed them he would 'only get five to seven years' in jail.

Then last month, he rang his wife and told her in a 'very chilling voice' she 'wouldn't dream of what I would do to you', threatening: 'I'm going to kill you and chop off your tongue.'

Miss Allan said: 'Parveen was under no doubts that he would kill her. He became more threatening and unpredictable towards her and the children, and made her life a misery.'

Zeb was arrested and pleaded guilty to harassing his wife, daughter and son.

Okay, that’s enough. Such behaviour is immoral from anyone.

But his solicitor, Basharat Ditta, denied he had tried to make Rozina marry against her will, insisting he had 'traditional Asian' values.

And that’s a defence? I repeat; Such behaviour is immoral from anyone. Daughter tongue-removal has a long and honourable tradition and they’ve go to take it into account in Blackburn? But it didn’t work, so that’s good.

The law 1, cultural relativism 0.

One hand clapping.

Zeb was ordered to do 200 hours unpaid work, placed under a 12-month community supervision order and told to pay £85 costs.

Oddly enough, I am indeed very, very disappointed.

Magistrates also imposed a restraining order barring him from contacting his family indefinitely.

Still and all, I could be wrong.

Perhaps he’ll give up harassing them now, and maybe the sentence was enough to deter him. There’s no sign from this article that he might do such things to people other than his family, e.g. a crime passionel that has no chance of occurring under other circumstances. He may have learned his lesson.

Rozina and her mother remained too fearful to speak yesterday.

Or maybe not, it seems.

But Detective Inspector Claire Holbrook, of Lancashire Police, said: 'I hope this sends a very clear message that we will use everything in our power to protect victims who are in fear of being forced into a marriage.'

On balance, though, the principles of punishment and deterrence might have been better served by… well… punishment and deterrence.

While arranged marriages are traditional in many cultures, forced marriage carrying the threat of intimidation or violence is outlawed by Muslim leaders.

That should read: forced marriage carrying the threat of intimidation or violence is outlawed by some exceptional Muslim leaders, and quite a few official pronouncements for the media but everyone knows that it goes on a lot and many tolerate or even approve of it. Actually, it’s all part of a rich and diverse culture that’s enriching our society, and it was brought to Britain on purpose to prove that multiculturalism really works. Plus when they get you to Pakistan or somewhere, all bets are off.

The system of orders was introduced after ministers dropped plans to make forcing someone to marry a crime. More than 70 have been imposed so far.

So a good idea in the circumstances in New Labour’s Britain.

Breaching one is contempt of court and can carry a two-year jail term.

…Or not even 200 days on pig farm given the absence of prison space thanks to Labour’s anti-prison bias and, let’s say, judges’ reluctance to play hardball. So, half-arsed as usual, or a worthy start?

Applau.

Oh, and as a bonus you can read further analysis of his story from both feminist and moral perspectives in two of our finest tellers of truth here and here.

Oikophobia

Roger Scruton coined a word whose meaning that perfectly describes where most of our present political sorrows derive from, and he's spent a professional lifetime presenting complex, subtle, and beautiful arguments to support his theory.

He thus equipped us with the Swiss Army Knife for conservative commentary about the social world and how that world it is being knowingly and maliciously attacked and ruined.

I'd like to see the word in more common currency.
I'd like to see it packed in thousands in the intellectual ammunition belts worldwide for the culture wars that we must fight and win.

Read it and weep.

I give you Oikophobia.

Now...accursed

Shakespeare put a speech into the mouth of Henry V at the battle of Agincourt on the 25 October 1415.

That particular war was one of dynastic pride and conquest for personal gain – the kind of warfare that our civilisation has come rightly to despise. Now we expect out just wars to be of self-defence, or survival, or liberation. Conquerors are beyond the pale – but their kinder successors are not (or shouldn’t be.)

The Saint Crispin’s Day speech plays another part in our national culture: to express not only pride in martial skill and to recognise courage and service, but to glorify ideas of nationhood: of continuity; of people and institutions coming from somewhere and being made by people to suit their present needs and the results bequeathed to us as treasures – our true heritage.

Shakespeare wrote - and his plays were performed - at a time when the idea of Englishness had emerged from two forms of government: mediaeval inernationalism (the conscious thought and political ideal of a united Christendom in Europe) and the private dominions of the landed magnates. Shakespeare was aware of something that was still informal and that would not be made real until the next royal dynasty: of Britishness. We few, we happy few in these islands of four nations were exemplified by the common soldiers, pub joke-like, with Englishmen, and an Irishman, a Scotsman, and a Welshman. He wrote confidently and proudly in the new-found patriotism of his age, and in some ways gave it its language and some of its lasting form.
He wrote with the editorial approval of the State of the day (he had to, otherwise he would not have been allowed to stage his work).

It is dificult to imagine him being able to write so confidently and unequivocally about arms and the men who bear them, and civil society and civil government’s support if he was writing in today’s deliberately and treasonously equivocal days.



What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
Or feel the curses of Mussleman’s ungrateful scorn
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
For all have been stood down from lack of thrift.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Look in my parliament for such
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
And never work or thank or serve
From idler’s cradle to their public grave
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires,
As toys unmade by such as they; enjoyed
But never earned but wished withal and given from the common purse,
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
(Bar a daughter’s death or sullen injury
As infidel prophet and his clerics teach)
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
As are scribes and clerks aplenty safe at home
Or town criers, players, and priests unmanly made
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And eight weeks on the morrow shall be done
As swift as modern chancery allow
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
Who cares from whence; not ministers civil
Nor philosophers public, sage, and loving by their
Daily, oft proclaimed philanthropy.
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Should he not need to stay in filthy hospital
Or dwell amongst vagabond knaves
My judges have decreed shall live as freemen
As rich in rights as any Duke or armsman true,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
And they will curse him, like as not,
For blood he spilled and ne’er question why
Nor wonder whence their freedom comes
But as a gift from God or bounteous Nature
And never think to pay or count the cost
That bought their still felicity.
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
But likelier in schools my kingdom wide
Will learn other names of sages, clerics;
And foremost slaves; but not of those who struck off
Their chains, or why, or how.
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
If drink be made, or law allow
Its quaffing public or in houses
Where weak and hurtful children dwell.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
Should husbands, fathers, or replacements need
To live with mothers e’er again in
England’s generous, charitable slums,
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
Unless the parish schools go silent
When England’s kings and martial glory
Need to be retold -
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
As raavagers unversed; ignorant, unlettered
And base; cursed as swordmen; killers plain
By those who think of peace as rain but not the work of men.
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
Which may be true if hospital bed it be;
Unchanged, unwatched, unsanitary
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Expect The Reaper

Didn't get much chance to blog or surf yesterday or to read anything but the headlines on the dead tree press at service station shops. One tabloid headline was something like 'a disgrace to humanity', and the Telegraph's front page article stated that Nick Griffin used his place on Question Time to 'attack Islam.'

I'd like to know how many airliners full of commuters, cars full of explosives and NHS doctors or rockets he used to attak Islam.

The BNP is largely the creation of the political class in general and the New Labour core in particular.

As Labour abandoned its working class roots for a rainbow coalition led by middle-class cultural Marxists and encouraged formerly civilised banks to prey upon the natural acquisitiveness of human beings by abandoning Mr. Major's financial controls, our rulers - with their typical sense of humour - allowed the EU to compel an open doors immigration policy on Her Majesty's County Council regarding the Continent and practised a de facto one regarding the rest of the world, to conduct endless experiments with intrusive and job-destroying legislation, to raise a worthless, workless mob over those men and women who still seek to support themeslves and feed their own families, degraded every national symbol of unity, cohesion, and pride, defamed any criticism of the project as tantamount to genocidal xenophobia, and at the same time contrived to install every centrifugal force into 'national' assemblies in all but the English heartland, and expected...what?

And as for the rest of the jokers; our PC political class, what of them?

The Tories are so enthralled to bending over in the shower for their Etonian dictator that they sat meekly by as he sacked an ex-army officer for the temerity of suggesting that some black recruits use their race as an excuse for underperformance in basic training. He elevated Baroness Warsi as his spokesperson on why British soldiers are terrorists... And as for the 'Liberal' 'Democrats....' Well, they just go along for the ride as far as I can tell.

National bankruptcy matters. Immigration matters. Nationhood matters. British customs, laws and morals matter. To people.
But for the jokers - only their collectivist, post-moral 'morality' matters.

As you sow, so shall you reap.

There goes the neighbourhood

Social conservative goes multiculti.
And I happen to agree with him.

Ranting Stan makes his point for the ideological rather than the geographical and racial classification of nations.

"this story - and the conflict in Afghanistan in general - should act as a wake up call to the EUPhiles in Britain who seem to think that we can rely on our European "partners" should things ever get sticky. We can not - nor will we ever be able to."

Away with all that racist nonsense about peoples who live near each other having much in common - why, that's practically saying that we are where we come from rather than taking the late Doctor Martin Luther King Junior at his word and judging a man by the contents of his character.

Everything in Hell is rosy

Six members of a gang that kidnapped two men - one of them a friend of the singer Lily Allen - have been jailed for up to 12 years each.

The hostages, aged 18 and 25, were pistol-whipped, made to watch torture DVDs and told they would be shot if relatives did not pay a £90,000 ransom.

Three gang members admitted their roles and three others were found guilty at London's Southwark Crown Court.

Joseph Hadji, 27, of Queen's Park, was jailed for 10 years after admitting kidnap and blackmail charges.

Ashanti Kumpati, 29, of Thamesmead, and Paul Wigan, 29, of Catford, pleaded guilty to blackmail and false imprisonment and were each jailed for nine years.

Three others who denied involvement but were found guilty after a four-week trial, were also jailed.

Thijseen Johns-Elliot, 28, of Sydenham, was jailed for 12 years for blackmail and false imprisonment while Jason Goode, 27, of Hither Green received six years in jail for false imprisonment.

Vergil Percival, 36, of Stoke Newington, was jailed indefinitely for two counts of kidnap and one of blackmail.

Judge John Price said it was a "vile and cruel" crime.

The gang descended on the two men as they closed up a sports shop in west London in August last year, bundled their captives into a car boot and held them with little food and no water for a week.

Armed police eventually rescued the men. Some members of the gang had to be subdued with tasers.

Lily Allen thanked the Metropolitan Police on stage at the GQ Men of the Year show, saying: "My friend was kidnapped a few weeks ago and was kept in a car boot for six days without any food or anything.

"It was really scary. Thank you to the Met for getting my friend back, we were all terrified. From what I hear, the police did a fantastic job."

Police still want to trace five other men who they suspect were involved in the plot.

Thus the BBC keeps us from the horror of having to see their evil faces, completing the work of their masks and caps in the video.They are not alone amongst the mainstream media in their delicate touch and lack of unseemly preaching and political point-scoring.

I was therefore shocked and hurt when the unreliable and biased Daily Express had the poor taste to make us look at the faces of these vile criminals, undoing the State broadcaster's tasteful and diplomatic coverage. The Daily Mail is equally vicious, and I don't see what anyone could hope for in forcing its to readers stare into the face of conscienceless criminals like these.

It was clearly a horrific crime and one that needs to be forgotten as soon as possible before people draw unfortunate conclusions based on anecdotal evidence rather than well-funded professional research.

Another manifesto

They're all doing it this week it seems, and he does this from time to time: puts it - if not as an identical twin then at least as a brother - pretty much as I feel about some part of my country's life.

This one's a manifesto about Britishness and, apart from the picture which more or less identifies him as an agent of the World Accordionist Order, James Higham takes the biscuit.

Take it away James Higham, at Nourishing Obscurity.

Die, Nazi cows!

It's a toss-up between the self-absorption, the triviality, and the willful ignorance of the modern Left towards matters of nationality and race as to which is the most harmful and offensive to our way of life. Here's what some of the self-serving blowhards have been doing to make our national life safer and more peaceful.

Complaints that a milk advert was racist because it showed a white bull getting "purer" by losing its black patches have been dismissed by the Advertising Standards Authority (ASA).

Yes ladies and gentlemen: in a country where immigrant gangs preside over a crime wave in ourinner cities, some of whom are now being recruited by those diverse 'British citizens' who march the streets under banners saying 'Death to the Jews' and who support our soldiers' enemies, a cartoon cow is the harbinger of Holocaust Regained.

The cartoon campaign for Cravendale milk prompted 11 complaints, 10 against a television advert and another about a magazine advert.

The ASA did not uphold the complaints, saying viewers were unlikely to see the adverts as racist so widespread serious offence was unlikely.

The ruling said: "The cows were intended as a visual metaphor for milk which underwent extra filtration processes.

"We considered viewers were likely to understand that the black and white bulls in the ads were intended as a metaphor for milk and were unlikely to interpret the visual representations of the purification process as being racist.

During the television advert an animated bull was shown visiting a milk bar. It appeared angry and demanded milk, drinking every bottle. It was then sent down a chute to the Cravendale purity room were its black patches were gradually removed and it passed signs saying "pure" and "purer".

The magazine advert showed a picture of a black and white cow next to the phrase "fresh milk". A sieve was shown below and underneath that was a white cow, alongside the text "only purer".

Additional text below said: "Cravendale is purified to remove the bacteria that turns milk sour. So you get a clean, fresh tasting milk."

Oh my God! Scramble RAF Bomber Command, call out the Platoon of Guards and signal both vessels of the mighty Royal Navy to get steam up against the imminent threat of Operation Sea Lion.

Now this is no longer tactical.
This isn't just the Far Left creating a febrile atmosphere in which any expression of doubt about the matchless loveliness of immigration is beyond the pale, and so only the Left gets to discuss nationality in the hopes of latter-day Weimar-style rioting between them and the National Front. This isn't just the Labour Party in the 1960s using memories of Hitler and Mosley to intimidate the Conservatives from discussing Pakistan and New Commonwealth settlement here. This is the culture, stupid.
This is the third generation since Enoch Powell's expulsion from the Shadow Cabinet and it's now standard operating practise for some of the Left - anyone in the Left - to keep the pot boiling. It's pretty much all they can do now that their economics have been shot to hell by decades of comparisons between the centrally-controlled and free economies.

But this instinct is dangerous because those Islamists who preach jihad; their gangs of converts; and the immigrant criminal gangs aren't going to go away. They are going to go on becoming more numerous and more powerful and they will continue to be protected by the kind of reflex action to witch-hunt 'racism' wherever it might be concocted - no matter how absurdly. People are already dying but it's all but illegal to speak of it.

Anti-racism has tried to infect even the 'voluntary sector' such as the Advertising Standards Agency - whose 'voluntary' financing from advertising sales prevents the ever-more invasive State from taking much closer and ever more prescriptive control of the industry. So much so that someone thought it worthwhile to use the ASA to trump up the semblance of white supremacism at Arla Foods of Leeds.

Think of the huge pretension that this represents. The massive self-centredness of people who think it's acceptable to counterfeit rage at (or who are deluded enough to actually believe in the existence of) Nazi dairymen bespeaks the triviality and obsession of large parts of this country. It's just fine and dandy to use up all those resources and to divert time from an organization that is intended to punish manufacturers who say that cigarettes contain vitamins or that their aftershave attracts women to everyone who wears it in order to fight off non-existent Nazi hordes.

What point is there any more in standing by a political class (including the 'Conservatives') which goes along with this enthusiastically; that lets the race-hustlers and the victim-herds rule over us: who stop our mouths with curses and slanders, and who prevent the issues that might save the lives of people of all races from ever being discussed?

And many people have got the point.
We are mostly sober, decent(-ish in my case), law-abiding people who mean no harm to anyone. Our hearts aren't full of hatred for 'The Other', nor dreams of conquest, nor spiffy uniforms, nor shattered glass and beer-house brawling. We fear for our children's futures and for our own safety and yet as we watch our legislators troughing on the very best in life that we taxpayers can provide whilst we walk our own streets fearfully in some places (if at all) we know that any discussion, any mention of nationality and immigration will be met from all quarters with slanders and libels and abuse.

Tell me all you of the political-class of MPs and Westminster, Whitehall and Brussels insiders, if you're going to accuse any of racism at the first breath of criticism of your rainbow land, then why shouldn't we be hung for a Nazi cow as for a racist lamb?

And why shouldn't we hang you out to dry come June on the rope that we paid for but which you stole?


Illustration from The Sun.