Slightly amusing….I can’t seem to load or copy the pictures though.
They’re British State-politicians: they will get off. It’s their job.
Oh, and their DNA will be wiped from the system. For the “children”….but not for /our/ children, I guess.
And Harry Cohen must be a bedwetter:-
Lawnmower _repairs_ ??? Was it a really really nice and comfy lawnmower then?
…and Big Business is cowering in terror in front of the bullies and GramscoFabiaNazi scumbags.
And to continue the Boss’s Day Of Small Things, I know it’s late but It says over at the Daily Express that “salt kills 40,000 people a year.”
Experts say this so it must be true.
Well I suppose we all have to die of something so it might as well taste nice. It puts the term food-fascism in a new light, and so why don’t we just send all these experts to a state-health-farm, in the far north somewhere, with nothing but boiled root vegetables to eat, that’ll fix them.
Personally I recommend tiny little wet-finger-touch-helpings of sodium monohydrogen-glutamate, as a hor-douevre. It actually tastes quite good. You can buy 500g and 1Kg shrink-packs of it at the local Chinese cash and carry in Manchester.
This is a day of minor observations about small things. I feel I want to say things about education this afternoon.
This matter which I will relate was commonplace in the early 1960s. Even in “State” schools, whose teachers still thought they were there to pass knowledge on, or at least some of them did.
When I was a young teenager at school, if you did a piece of either homework (it was actually called “prep” then by us, and you did some between 6.15 and 7.30 pm at school, before going home if you were not a boarder, to do the rest before tomorrow am) or classwork that fell below your recognized usually-achievable standards – and you were /told/ what these would be as required- you would be commanded to redo the work on “Green Paper”, perfectly, for resubmission to the relevant master. Otherwise, you would not be classed in your class ratings for the “Tri-Weeklies”. There were four of these per term. If you missed a “Tri-Weekly” in all subjects fully…..
“Green Paper”, which was of a particular shade and was lined and punched and of Foolscap size – so you could not buy it at Pullinger’s “the stationers” in the town – could only be collected, in individual sheets of the prescribed number for the work, from your Housemaster. He would note how many sheets you were commanded to ask for, which master it was for, and which subject, and by when (usually tomorrow) and would note your marks from the failed-piece. You had to sign for these sheets.
If you “got” three Green Papers (over all subjects) in one tri-weekly, you would then go on “Satis”. You might be beaten as well by the Housemaster or the House Tutor, at his or his discretion, especially if you were thought to be “intelligent and lazy”. (Boris Johnson types please note.) Potential officers in the Prussian Army would have jumped over the wall by this time and buggered off to their favourite peasant-girls, in disgust, at their views of this attempted humiliation. “
“Satis” meant that you had a brown _Blauschein_ thingy handed to you, with all the lessons you had to go to marked on it in a grid, for the next three weeks (tri-weekly) and each master (all of them, for all subjects) had to sign it to the effect that you had performed “satis”factorily in his lesson. Each time, it made you late as you had to queue up to see him at the end-bell of each lesson, before moving on to another building: (The boys moved and the masters stayed put then.) It identified you to the other boys as a person who needed watching. Some would withdraw the hem of their garment from you, especially the clubbable popular convivial not-very-bright-but-politically-able-boys, whom everyone wanted as their friends.These boys, who are now in their 60s all very rich and relaxed in their old age, did not want to be associated visibly with other people’s failures: that is only right and natural. It was a lesson in life.
It bloody made you perform.
If your “Satis” card was in order at the end, and you had not acquired any more Green papers, then the record of the previous Green Papers you had obtained was expunged.
I am not suggesting that a libertarian education system – if that is not indeed a tautologial notion – would invoke such a thing as this system for making people remember things learned. But if there was a Free Market in Schooling, then some places might go for this method, as in a “That’ll Teach-’Em!” strategy. I fully expcet that the children of people like Tony Blair, the Milibands, Peter Mandelson (he has children, but he is just dissembling for the camerae) and Harriet Harman would go here.
The problem today of course is that there is no failure and no success. Everyone has to be equally “advantaged”, and as well the “curriculum” contains no content of actual factual use or relevance. So I suppose they don’t need Green papers then.
“Green Taxes”, on “motorists”…to “fund cuts for families”. Yep, families don’t do any motoring: these proposals will really, really wow them on the remaining reservations where Mondeo Man can still be found clinging onto his natural habitats. People will be wetting their pants with delight, and will get killed in the rush to vote out the gramscofabianazis.
“Zak” Goldsmith, or whatever he’s called right now, ought to be made to live, all the time, in a cottage halfway up a mountain in mid-Wales. No electricity, no gas, no piped water, an “AGA” (whatever that might be), shickens for making methane for the gas-lamps, oh, and I’ve just spotted that he’ll want BROADBAND to talk to forehead-Dave.
You’d really have thought that a “progressive” party would want to withdraw the hem of it’s garment from all this “Green” nonsense, specially after Climategate.
This is quite a snook in the eye for the RSPB wallahs and all those spiteful and righteous people who like to annoy and bully us folk.
I know he does not mean it and would not eat Robins, but it just releases some of the anger we need to do.
This worries me intensely. I am not a violent man: no really, I am not. But we really, really may have, one day, to cook, and eat, for our lives, all these nasty, anti-farming and anti-technology people.
The existing borders of GramscoFabiaNazi deliberate wickedness have just been breached.
And where “Film Stars” embrace something, I know already to run in the opposite direction. I often wonder why, despite all the wealth and privilege that they can command, they yet do and say what they do.
…finally they can bring in rationing. Eugenics without the overt killing-staff.
The Independent has picked up something he’s said.
Rod Liddle says the things, about people made by our Enenmy Class to torment us, that cant be said. It is a pity that humans get tormented and robbed and corrupted into evil beings, by others who mean it to happen to them and then so they can do it to us.
The boss thinks this is a War Crime and they meant it. I aggree.
Here he is, Rod Liddle,
The first of an occasional series – those benefits of a multi-cultural Britain in full. Let me introduce you all to this human filth.
It could be an anomaly, of course. But it isn’t. The overwhelming majority of street crime, knife crime, gun crime, robbery and crimes of sexual violence in London is carried out by young men from the African-Caribbean community. Of course, in return, we have rap music, goat curry and a far more vibrant and diverse understanding of cultures which were once alien to us. For which, many thanks.
Copenhagen, green death. I quote:
“The Copenhagen summit next week will generate vast quantities of hot air. It will see 16,500 people coming in from 192 countries. That amounts to 41,000 tons of carbon dioxide, roughly the same as the carbon emissions of Morocco in 2006. Also, the organisers will lay 900 kilometres of computer cable and 50,000 square metres of carpet. More than 200,000 meals will be served and visitors will drink 200,000 cups of coffee — at least that will be organic.”
Who cares what Morocco exhaled in 2006? I didnt go there, I was busy raising food for people. If Alan Sugar did then he can pay.
Why I ask do they need 16,500 people and from so many countries? Is this a free-for-all jamboree or what? And why was I a farmer on the margins, high up where its hard, not invited? The frosts’s come here where we are, and nobody cares about us,so
we’ll just cope like always every year, so you greens can eff off.
(Not too many tupos I hope,)
This article may disappear. No really. Apparently it’s done so once already* and may do again. Legiron who Ive just found has posted thispiece here, which tells of a woman, a lawyer in fact, who now can’t get a job as she’s “on the DNA database”. Just that it seems. She lost an employment opportunity (with the State no less, but wait till tesco and others get on the roller) because of a wrong accuastion, and even about something trivial.
So what’s in store then for those accused – also wrongly – of worse things like British-State-thoughtcrimes? They wont’t even get shelf-fillers’ jobs in Asda or Kwiksave – let alone Waitrose!
So this is what it’s for – and there are 6 million people on it nearly, the Police sure have not been idle, all those swabs to take by force, eh? Need personpower for that, you do!
*Someone called Longrider has got a link to the piece too.
Might as well quote this from Longriderer:-
Update: The Economic Voice has more.
This effectively creates a new class of criminal, the ‘guilty innocents’. We used to have a system where you were either guilty or you were innocent. Now you can be left in limbo for 6 years. Remember also that the government’s original plans, but for the intervention of the EU, was for indefinite holding of DNA! Food for thought.
Had she not been going for a job that requires police background clearances she may well never have realised the repercussions of these new rules. Most people will just dismiss this as an isolated case to be ignored, but it could easily happen to anyone by just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Just because it may happen infrequently doesn’t make it right.
Quite. Remember, if you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear.
But to cheer yous all up I’ve found this:-
The “South Downs” has just joined the Litany of Lands nationalised in the name of “jobs”, “local people”, and “ramblers”.
The idea of the “rambler” was created by Jim Hegel, (or it might have been Rickie “the people’s person” Engels”) as we all know, as a proposed form of entertainment for his friend Marx, for the times when Marx was not fathering boys on his wife’s serving-maid, in North London.
Nobody who lives there will from now on be able to do anything at all, except supplicate to “Natural England” about the particular shade of white paint to do his windows and doors in. They’ll also have to host thousands and thousands and thousands of parties of comprehensive-school “learners”, doing “Geography Projects” about “Are the South Downs a Honeypot?” and “What is the effect of traffic congestion on the South Downs?”
Although no possible number of Prime-Ministerial calls (and from a New Labour one they’d have to be very many) can make up for the loss of a child, I am in two minds about the rightness of the Murdoch Tabloids in going postal with Mrs James’ pre-recoreded transcript of her conversation with Gordon Brown. You can read it on Guido of course here, for what we here want is the utter demolition and erazement of GramscoFabiaNazi administrations in the UK for all time and for ever.
But, I note that the PM is partially blind, probably has not written a letter by hand for many years, and is actually a PoliticoGeek. He is not a real human being, he probably has forgotten how to spell, and has certainly forgotten how to write letters personally to people: this is since Fascist-left-policy-engenderers must have no personal feeling for anyone, anywhere, ever. They are “movers-and-shakers” – it is their term, they and their “PR” hangers-on in the 1980s invented it, and they will come to be lynched by it in the end-times.
We shall think about the delights of moving them about, perhaps from Westminster to other places, and then we shall think a little bit about shaking them, perhaps on the end of a piece of piano-wire, or string if that’s what’s allowed by health and safety, until they are dead. Then we may, or may not, eat them. That depends on whether they have caused us to starve, freezing in the dark, by then, or not. Thinking about eating them is what they would call a “real-time tactical proactive option”.
That said in Gordon’s defence, and then thinking about our war against GFNs, I think it’s perfectly fair to use all available underhand means to destroy and utterly discredit and mudsling this bastard administration, out of existence.
Well, he’s ratted on us too. Now watch UKIP being systematically taken apart, by the prevailing Gramscian-system, before the next election…if one is allowed.
All power is delightful, and absolute power is absolutely delightful.
When the food and electricity run out, the buggers will simply have to be killed and eaten, if only so we can survive one winter and then see what we can do about simply growing food and eating it. No time for lamp-posts and piano-wire. Not allowed by health and safety anyway.
It’s no use “lobbying your MP” any more, “writing to the papers about it”, or any rubbish like that. The time for that was past long ago. We simply have to force them to do what we want, by whatever it takes.
I feel that it is 1641, all over again. Very sad. All this time, wasted, for nothing.
I just thought this was rather amusing. Well, it’s Friday.
This is a droidette of the Enemy Class, order-1. h/t Mr Eugenides. The machine is being filmed in full flight: it is awesome to behold the brass-neck of the device which is on-camera, non-human as it may be, in its destiny.
The watching of, and the listening to that, is priceless stuff. The evasiveness is nothing, compared with the sheer, astonishing separation of the machine’s perception of reality when compared with where human beings see reality to be.
It implies over at The Englishman’s Castle that the Global-Food-Management-Gestapo, the GFMGs (as they will now henceforth be known – here’s one who’s been hiding in the woodword for some time! Here’s another. They are mass-murderers who will try to invoke global food rationing and soon, starting in nations which they hate) while cleverly appearing to shoot themselves in the foot and perform what appear to be self-contradictory activities, so as to promote the effect of people wanting to minimize the importance of what they do, are actually following a clever and strategically-focussed agenda.
Surely, food is delightful, and absolute food is absolutely delightful? No?