Muslims are pushing us around again

I read some news stories today that once again made me mad. Not much new there, but I’m becoming ashamed to be British.  For we have no backbone any more – we have no pride in our heritage and our culture, for we are too busy trying to make sure we don’t upset anyone else.

For example, in today’s new I read about the head teacher of a primary school, who has been forced to resign from her job because she tried to bring all the pupils together for a single morning assemby.

First I was annoyed because of what has happened, and second I’m annoyed to find out that some schools have to separate the kids for assemblies in the first place.

Read the full story here.

How is it that the Muslim parents are allowed to complain and get away with pushing us around?

The second story that involves us being pushed around was concerning a woman who has fostered more than 80 children was struck off the register today because ’she allowed’ a muslim girl to convert to Christianity.

This it seems was the girls choice, but because the woman didn’t try to stop her, she will no loner be allowed to foster children.  Isn’t that just madeness?

Read the full story here.

Here’s what I think – if you are Muslim, and you don’t like the way people are in this Christian country – then you have the right to move to a country that supports your faith. So get on an airplave and go. Do not try to make our lives miserable because you can’t stand someone else having a different belief to your own.

We respect your faith – so why can’t you respect ours???

What happened to our schools

Britain is changing, our schools are changing and it’s not for the better.

I was dismayed to read a story today that gave statistics that now show 1 in 7 pupils aged 4-11 does not speak English as a first language, which apparently is over 466,000 children – This means that there are almost 600 primary schools where 70 per cent or more of youngsters normally speak a foreign language.

And what was more alarming was the fact that there are now ten schools in England where every single pupil in trhe school does not speak English as their first language.

I thought the government were supposed to be pushing for immigrants who don’t speak English as a first language, to ensure that they learn – after all if you live here full time – shouldn’t you learn our language?

Read the full story here

NHS is squandering money again by paying the obese to lose weight!

When the NHS was set up all those years ago, I wonder if the person who did all the hard work realised that 60 years on the service that was designed to help everyone would be wasting it’s money on things that people could sort out themselves, and not spending their budget on actually helping sick people??

Today it was annouced that people who are overweight and obese will be paid to lose weight by the NHS!!!

Participants could win £70 if they lose 15lb, a further £90 for losing 30lb and another £265 to shed 50lbs  -  a total of £425.

Weights are checked once a month by a nurse in a GP surgery or an assistant at a pharmacist.

There is no time limit but patients will get only half the money for losing the weight. The rest is handed over if they keep it off for six months.

This is just outrageous!  People are being denied cancer drugs, alzheimer drugs and more because the NHS won’t give it to them, yet fat people who are perfectly capable of getting themselves thin get PAID!

Click here to read the full story

Reviled for doing nothing … or something …

Today, I am officially confused and bewildered. By all accounts 14 British Muslim advisers have warned the Prime Minister that Israeli attacks on the Gaza Strip had prompted “acute levels of intensity” in what is described as “their” communities (my first point of contention, I rather stupidly thought this country was one big community, I stand corrected).

Furthermore, the dire warning is that if Britian doesn’t act to change the US stance on military operations in Gaza there will be a violent Islamic basklash in the UK.

So, here’s my confusion; we’re despised and reviled for intruding in the affairs of Islam in Iraq and Afghanistan but when we decide to keep our noses out of things that don’t concern us we’re accused of not caring. Either way, someone representing said religion seems to want to kill us.

It’s a foregone conclusion that the Prime Jester will involve us in this religious ruck at some point in time – after all, Tony had a war of his own and the chance to divert attention from the, frankly, risible attempts to stop the ecomony from collapsing must be mouth-wateringly tempting.

Perhaps we could even print a few quid and send it over as a token of our esteem, though, being British, we’d have to give to both sides equally and that result in bad blood with the side that gets a fiver less than the other.

If this was 60 years ago we’d be wearing tin hats and sheltering in the underground, thanks to a wide variety of religious nutters, even that’s not safe these days…

What happened to the NHS???

Every day we are left stunned by the number of horror stories that fall across our desks on how badly the NHS is doing, how schools can no longer be called a school (apparently it’s a place of learning now!) and how our reckless government are trying to save us in the recession, but only seem to be making things worse.

It’s time to re-start this blog and document these stories, in the hope that the people of this once great country can see that over the last 10 years while Labour have been in power, they have systematically destroyed everthing that was once good.

From the lack of care in social services, the death of Baby P among other children as I hear that 4 children die a week at the hands of abuse, to the shoddy NHS service that we now have to suffer with, to the poor handling of the recession.

The stories that I read in the News just in the last few days that have shocked and alarmed me on the NHS (No Help Service) are as follows:

Starved to death in an NHS hospital: Damning inquiry highlights case of patient left without food for 26 days

Parents forced to make 350-mile round trips to visit premature triplets after they are placed in THREE different hospitals

Mixed-sex wards ‘blighting NHS’

NHS Trust where 270 died of superbug STILL making ’serious’ hygiene breaches

Two young mothers die of pneumonia after medical staff tell them they only had flu

NHS patient error deaths ‘rising’- more than 3600 deaths this year!

Baby dies and seven others sick as bug infects neo-natal unit

Organs of 50 NHS donors are sold to foreigners who pay £75,000 for each operation

Thank you Popbitch

We are recipients of an email that is sent weekly called Popbitch. It’s mostly humorous gossip about celebrities who have usually been up to no good and don’t want you to know about it – the stories come from insiders and usually don’t make the news – however they also publish a few funny snippets here and there.

Today’s email had this – which just made me laugh:

>> Hitler v Brown <<

Pointlessly random comparison thingy

As we reel from Gordon Brown telling us he’s saved the world, and from countless commentators comparing the here and now with the 1930s,here’s a handy comparison chart between our PM and… Adolf Hitler.

* Adolf Hitler was once a chancellor
Gordon Brown was also chancellor

* Adolf Hitler only had one ball
Gordon Brown only has one eye ball

* Hitler was born on the 20th (of April)
Brown was born on the 20th (of March)

* Some people thought Hitler was gay
Some people gossiped that Brown was gay

* Adolf Hitler was in power during a recession
Gordon Brown is in power during a recession

* Hitler was known for his tantrums and sulks
Brown has been known to go into tantrums and sulk

* Hitler was born in Austria and became leader of the parliament in Germany
Brown was born in Scotland and became leader of the parliament in England

* Hitler’s name said backwards is reltih floda
Brown’s names said backwards is equally meaningless

Political correctness – the cancer within

So nurses have been told they cannot use  words like luvvie, pet or dear to address their patients.

This is the latest madness to emanate from the jobsworths who now occupy over paid positions in many of our major public services.

What is wrong with these people? Are we really offended when lying in hospital if someone calls us “love.” I for one regard it as a friendly, caring sort of greeting and have never met anyone who objects about the use of such words.

But then this is all part of the new speak which is steadily eroding our traditional ways of communicating with each other.

Yet those who seek to inflict this upon us are it seems actually winning, How many times these days do you pass a comment only to be told: “You can’t say that?”

We have got to the stage where we really do have people who use phrases like chemically inconvenienced (drunk) and uniquely co-ordinated (clumsy).
And they are the ones who through persistence and stealth are inflicting upon us ideas and actions that are both alien and frightening.
It’s called political correctness and its origin has been traced back to Chairman Mau of China’s infamous Little Red Book.
It is, of course, not just the way we speak that is under attack.
The latest trend is to destroy what remains of the great British Christmas.
Some cities have banned the name and refer to it now only as a Winter Festival.
This year Oxford has decided that traditional street themes – you know, Santas, reindeers that sort of thing – will be replaced by a 25-metre high mobile of lanterns in the shape of the solar system under the title of Winter Light Festival which will include events marking the Hindu Diwali and Jewish Hannukah festivals as well as Christmas. It also coincides with the start of International Year of Astronomy 2009.
Those who make these ridiculous decisions claim it’s to involve all sections and all religions yet in Oxford it’s brought criticism from muslims and a local rabbi.
But you can bet your life the interfering busybodies who want to tamper with every aspect of our way of life won’t give in easily.
For proof look what happened in  Scarborough a couple of months ago  when the local college decided Christmas and Easter  were “out” and replaced them  on calendars and diaries with “end of term break.”
And so it goes on
The PC brigade tell us  the ending of Humpty Dumpty is upsetting. And Snow White no longer has seven dwarfs.
Recent years have seen good old fashioned Punch and Judy shows banned in case they encourage domestic violence.
Council chairmen are now known only as “the chair” or “chairperson.” Manholes are now people’s holes,  school sports days are changed to ensure there are no winners or losers in case some kids get upset, parents  have been stopped taking pictures of their children so no-one can think they are paedophiles.
Even government ministers fall foul of the masters of newspeak.
Home Office minister John Denham was criticised by the police for using a well known phrase because of race relations rules.
He was told that officers could face disciplinary charges for saying “nitty gritty” because it dates from the slavery era.
I reckon it’s time to rebel, to fight back, to talk like we were taught to talk, to express ourselves in proper, simple, everyday English.
And start by telling those who try to force us to do otherwise in in equally understandable language to go to hell.

Death of a nation

I am Mr Nobody. Joe Average. The bloke in the pub, the ordinary fella who is no-one special, nor even wants to be.

I have no degree in this or that, have never been in trouble with the law and have done my best to provide for my family.

Academic success eluded me apart from a handful of GCE’s obtained more by good luck than good learning. It mattered not, for I did what I wanted. I worked hard and enjoyed it.

Above all I did it safe in the knowledge that I was secure, living in a state where people mattered, a country that looked after its own, a nation that stood proud, a place where justice prevailed, where free men enjoyed the right of free speech.

Now I look ahead to my remaining years in confusion and – increasingly – in desperation and trepidation.

And above all I realise that many of those I have elected to help ensure my security and well-being in those years are men and women of dishonour.

For I see a discredited government spewing out false utterances, professional politicians bending the truth to suit their own ends. I look with distrust and contempt on the words poured out by the army of propagandists, truth benders and professional liars, employed to try to win my support for policies that within their hearts they know will be unworkable and ineffective.

Freedom of speech is no longer that. Voice any opinion on certain vital issues of prime importance to this nation’s future other than that approved of by the authorities and I could end in jail.

I see the same judiciary that would put me there taking the side of known and often vicious criminals

When I walk the street I do so in the knowledge that I could be attacked and robbed in a country that appears to accept such actions as undesirable, but uncontrollable.

Like others of my generation I believed an Englishman’s home was his castle, but not one at constant risk from those who queue up to raid it safe in the knowledge that even if caught – and that is highly unlikely – they will escape without punishment.

I listen to statements ranging from half-truth to downright lies about the flood of immigrants which still pours across our borders and I am afraid to speak out about it .

The government thought police dictate how I should think and what I should say. Politically correct madness on a scale approaching that seen in the days of Stalin’s Russia threatens my daily communication with others.

I squirm at the sight of a Prime Minister offering comfort to the families of men he sent out to fight someone else’s war and I ponder on what international adventure he will next embark upon to detract from the growing problems within his own land. And I witness a once proud nation he purports to lead descending into a moral and cultural hell fuelled by his political dogma.

The Nanny State rules – whether you like it or not.

But what is the Nanny state? And just where did the description originate?

It sounds good, but is it? Sadly, no. For Nanny State read government interference in every aspect of your life. Live as they tell you, not as you wish.

Political correctness is a part of this, threatening to overwhelm our language. “You can’t say that,” they tell me when I utter phrases I have used since boyhood.

I now know that black coffee no longer exists, that a blind person is visually challenged, that the disabled are physically challenged. I know that sports days at school are bad for youngsters who may actually come second. I see, I hear, I despair at this systematic destruction of my language and my thoughts.

I see a new generation without basic manners, self destructing on ill-discipline and the scourge of ever more readily available drugs, lawless, uncaring, unshackled. The law is scorned and ridiculed.

Morality is a dirty word among young people fuelled on casual sex and drugs members of a generation in which four out of every 10 kids has committed a crime. Violence is a part of all our lives. Drunken mobs rule town and city centres.

And our Westminster masters pretend concern, but with what result?

The coming months will see this shabby and discredited government again appealing to me and millions like me for my vote, telling me that the years ahead are filled with promise, that fears such as I have expressed are groundless.

Before a single word of their election campaign is uttered I know I can only regard their claims with the utmost cynicism.

This Mr Average – and I am sure I express the thoughts of a great many people like me – has had enough of empty promises and political failure and looks upon the present disreputable government with the contempt it surely deserves.

At heart I remain just an ordinary bloke who loves his homeland and who in his earlier years read a book entitled 1984 and still clearly recalls one sentence from its pages:

“‘Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.

I think about it in relation to my country as a general election creeps closer. And I am very afraid.

Britian is now a police state

Is Labour using the police? was the headline that I read this morning – the article continued..

Within minutes of the news of Damian Green’s ‘Stalinesque’ arrest breaking at Westminster, dark questions were forming in the minds of the Tory high command.

Namely, just how involved was the Home Secretary Jacqui Smith in a decision to arrest a man who had been a thorn in her side for the past 14 months?

And, even more worryingly, was this the final proof – if any were needed – that Labour has turned the police service into a political beast, defending the Government’s interests at every turn?

To read the rest of the story go here

No More Heroes…

We were very excited to hear that at last night’s NME music awards, the British public nominated Pete Doherty as Hero of the Year.

It’s a well deserved award, the endlessly talentless Doherty has spent the year providing a shining example for our addled yoof by snorting, injecting and vomiting his way through a handful of public performances whilst avoiding prosecution numerous times for possession of drugs, possession of drugs while on charges for possession of other drugs, driving while under the influence of drugs and being in possession of a talentless and incredibly vacant girlfriend (who, oddly, was on drugs).

It feels so good to know that the future politicians and business leaders of this country know a winner when they see one and that Britain will stride forward with a firm resolve and a needle hanging out of it’s arm.

Mind you, the older members of the British community haven’t done much better, electing Blair and meekly accepting the odious, lying cheat Brown as their leader.

Last one to leave the country, turn the lights off, if you can be bothered …