Monday, 20 February 2006

Unreasonable ranting - beware!


I apologise right now if what follows seems a rag bag of disorganised and disconnected thoughts. For some while, I have had these bugs in my head, or maybe, bats in my belfry and they flit about in a state of some confusion. Going back to the days when it was thought that blood-letting was thought beneficial for one’s fevered health, I’m going to open my mind and let them all free.

So, prepare the tin-foil hats. Switch off the bigot alarm. Suspend belief. Sit back and try to enjoy – or at least, understand. Agreement is not mandatory. Space for comments is provided.

Sharia Law. What’s that all about then? It seems that a survey has established that 40% of Muslims living in this country wish to have areas where Sharia law is paramount. That 40% includes radicals alongside what are termed as moderates. This is a dangerous team. The radicals can shelter behind the moderates secure in the knowledge that the British government will be keen to be seen as having an understanding of foreign cultures. In other words – they will agree to it. Quite a few of our esteemed politicians have problems with our own law in simple areas such as money handling, walking at night in grassed areas, employment of pretty young men and general honesty and it would be reasonable to say that they have not a single fragment of any idea as to what Sharia law may be.

The word Sharia means "the path to a watering hole". It denotes an Islamic way of life that is more than a system of criminal justice. Sharia is a religious code for living, in the same way that the Bible offers a moral system for Christians.

It is adopted by most Muslims to a greater or lesser degree as a matter of personal conscience, but it can also be formally instituted as law by certain states and enforced by the courts. Many Islamic countries have adopted elements of Sharia law, governing areas such as inheritance, banking and contract law.

What does Sharia decree?

Sharia offers a code for living governing all elements of life, from prayers to fasting to donations to the poor. It decrees that men and women should dress modestly, which in some countries is interpreted as women taking the veil and the sexes being segregated.

"Sharia governs the lives of people in ways which are not governed by the law," says Lynn Welchman, director of the Centre for Islamic and Middle Eastern Law. "Over 50 countries are members of the Organisation of Islamic Conference, and you can expect there will be some form of compliance with sharia - either in people's personal lives or enforced through the courts by the state. A lot of states in the Middle East are taking more elements of sharia into their state laws."

What are Hadd offences?

Within Sharia law, there is a specific set of offences known as the Hadd offences. These are crimes punished by specific penalties, such as stoning, lashes or the severing of a hand. The penalties for Hadd offences are not universally adopted as law in Islamic countries.

Some countries, such as Saudi Arabia, claim to live under pure sharia law and enforce the penalties for Hadd offences. In others, such as Pakistan, the penalties have not been enforced. The majority of Middle Eastern countries, including Jordan, Egypt, Lebanon and Syria, have not adopted Hadd offences as part of their state laws.

Hadd offences carry specific penalties, set by the Koran and by the prophet Mohammed. These include unlawful sexual intercourse (outside marriage); false accusation of unlawful intercourse; the drinking of alcohol; theft; and highway robbery. Sexual offences carry a penalty of stoning to death or flogging while theft is punished with cutting off a hand.

"This is a system of criminal law which has become a potent symbol of Islamisicing the law," says Dr Welchman. "But there is the question of whether it's actually applied in the countries which have adopted it. There is supposed to be a very high burden of proof, but that clearly often doesn't happen in practice."

Many Islamic countries will have adultery and the drinking of alcohol defined as criminal offences in law, but they are not defined as Hadd offences because they do not carry the Hadd penalty. They are often punishable by a prison term instead.

So, all that seems pretty radical eh? Offences punishable by stoning to death? Amputation of hands – blimey, that makes an ASBO look a bit tame eh? Flogging? Given the current difficulties we have on the interface of the government and the judiciary, even more tumultuous times are ahead.

We might say that Sharia can be adopted within the confines of British law. That would not work as the radicals looked over their parapet and started claiming discrimination. The same argument would be used were we to seek to limit Sharia to certain areas of the country. How would it be adopted as legal – what government review would there be. Who would enforce it – our police or some other body?

That is (more than) enough about Sharia law I reckon. I do not need to know the full clinical description and effects of Lassa Fever to know that I do not want it. So be it with this damned law.

Right to protest. We are still feeling the rumbles of the cartoon capers. Whilst my personal opinion is that this has been a good thing in that it exposes the true nature of our Islamic neighbours in this country, we have opened another thread of disillusion with our police in that they did not act in a more positive manner. We know they can deploy some 17 officers to deal with a small woman reciting the names of soldiers killed in the Iraq war so wonder why clearly illegal banners were displayed. The fact that they were illegal has been confirmed by the police statements that they will seek to identify those who carried them and then seek due process. If the banners incited violence at that time then action should have been taken there and then. Delayed action would only have been justified if the banners said words to the effect “Cut the heads off blasphemers next week end” or were otherwise conditional. Failure to deal with everyone who carried a banner or the failure to convict those prosecuted will strengthen the sense of justification amongst all the demonstrators. Any Padre Blair bleating about law and order procedures having been tightened mean nothing against the background of inaction already shown.

The Police. Having a bad time of it at the moment. In addition to concern at their crowd control procedures we have the ongoing saga of dead Brazilians. This just gets worse day by day. There was the allegation of interference by Commissioner Blair. That seems pretty sure to have happened although we still seem to lack the knowledge as to whether it was laudable in terms of allowing his investigations or to be deprecated if it was meant to protect inefficiency and dishonesty. Much trust was placed in the impartiality and efficiency of an IPCC inquiry but we now hear that the prosecuting authority have questioned much of what they have done and are asking for a rework. Apart from the public disquiet, the delay and uncertainty must be nagging away at police officers of all levels and not just those authorised to carry firearms or required to actually use such weapons in deployment as special units such as SO19 and 18.

This disquiet in the ranks may be exhibiting itself in the question of universal arming of all police officers. The death of one woman officer and the serious wounding of another caused by armed criminals has brought this old chestnut back into debate. It seems that a survey of police officers established that they did not favour being tooled up. Could some of this reluctance be due to concern at what might happen to an officer who used his weapon with effect in circumstances that were later disputed? One might feel that if their duty is to protect the law-abiding citizen, they have a responsibility to be properly equipped to give that protection. If I am in the line of fire of some hopped-up Jamaican yardy I would like something a bit more effective than a 19 year old girl shouting “Keep back – he’s got a gun”. That same female would be much improved in my valuation were she in possession of one of Mr Glock’s products. Maybe the risks of me ‘getting into such a situation are extremely rare’, ‘this country is not America’, ‘police deaths are still very low’ are all trotted out by the police but I am afraid I see them as excuses against positive action rather than valid reasons. There is no need for an officer to draw his weapon until he has made up his mind it is justified but I want him to be able to use a firearm immediately he decides to do so and not have to wait until the heavy mob can be summoned. Surely, it cannot be long before the general publics’ sympathy for dead police officers changes to ‘serve them right – they should have agreed to carry their own protection’

Police? That brings me to those who see themselves as the World Police Force. The Americans. Their approach to terrorists of ‘lock ‘em up and throw away the key’ is coming under more and more pressure. Understandable. However, my suspicious mind sees another agenda here apart from nice cuddly human rights concerns. If the extremists can engineer the closure – or, indeed, any significant changes – they will have won a major victory. No one else will take on the responsibility of looking for, interrogating, forming charges against and then holding in custody any terrorist of whatever sort or background. The sort of warfare that is being waged in the Middle East does not lend itself to the use of witnesses, closed circuit TV, forensic examination in the investigation of crime. Being in possession of firearms is no guide as to terrorist intent in areas where it is a mark of manhood to carry a deadly weapon. Detailed and exhaustive intelligence is needed to sort out the matrix of terror. These same complications preclude trial.

So, while I tend to abhor what they are doing, I do support the idea that someone has to do it and am unable to suggest any alternative. I hear the cry of those with anguish in their heart at the way we are treating our fellow human beings. “What if just one man is innocent and held unjustly?” My universal mantra swings into action – “Shit happens” Of all the injustice, pain, cruelty and downright evil that stalks this world, what the Americans are doing is of little significance. They are willing to accept the consequences of what they are doing – here and, doubtless, in their idea of the hereafter. Thank goodness for that say I.

There, that is about all of my bugs released. I have concerns about bird flu; of course it will hit us and the government will make a cluster-fuck of whatever they decide to do. As for the buffoons who form our present government, they will go their merry way with scarcely a real, down to earth, thought as to what they might do for us – the peons. We have a leader of the Opposition whose fulfilment of the duty of an Opposition – to oppose the government –is ignored in favour of skulking off to change shitty napkins’

Saturday, 18 February 2006

Two in the wrong bed

I am going to post something here that comes from http://worldwearydetective.blogspot.com/. I've not hidden it as a link because I want to emphasise that it comes from a serving police officer. Talking about the way things are in his own force. One that has a mixed background of worthy and gallant service together with the dark edges of corruption. That corruption reached very high in the force - London is a rich city and there were some very tempting offers flying about. I knew many Met officers in the early '70s just as the clear-out started and was privy to much that was wrong. What I never heard then - and I suspect never happened then - was the suggestion that police would or could be used for overt political ends. That is very worrying. A turkey for the DI is one thing but allying the politicians with the law enforcers open the door into a very dark and foul-smelling room. This is what our detective says:

Political Police & The War On Terror

Deputy Assistant Commissioner Peter Clarke, the head of Scotland Yard's Anti-Terrorist Branch, has recently made a speech stressing the unprecedented threat from terrorism. He has made reference to a number of persons awaiting trial, and plots that the police have prevented.

The timing of this speech is interesting. Tony Blair's latest efforts to introduce new terrorism legislation has passed through the Commons recently, and is due for debate in the Lords shortly. What better support for New Labour than the cautionary words of Britain's most senior anti-terror police officer?

Offences under terrorist legislation are wide ranging. Which offences are the persons on remand accused of? What plots have been stopped? More detail can be revealed to the public without compromising police operations. As is usual in terrorist matters, the word of those charged with countering the threat to national security is expected to be sufficient for the public to support our political leaders.

Tony Blair continues in his efforts to introduce the offence of glorifying terrorism and moots an offence of indirect encouragement of terrorism. He is now making use of his supporters within the police service to drum up support for such controversial measures.

The terrorist threat to this country has increased by 70% since the invasion of Iraq. This is the unofficial figure used by the Anti-Terrorist Branch, Special Branch and the Security Services.
I hope this officer does not attract the attention of his seniors to his blogging. We have seen others on his force who have been warned off because of their honesty in their blogging life.

The other Window

Ah - Johari. Nice if you want your friends to open up and go off on a sunny voyage of self-discovery secure in the knowledge that hardly anyone will click on a 'nasty' box. The obverse is the Nohari window which aims to use the same technique to see where one is - shall we say - a little less lacking in the milk of human kindness. It is all down to the available adjectives. Do this one yourself first - maybe best when alone with the curtains drawn?

Friday, 17 February 2006

Just checking!!

Arena

(known to self and others)

bold, complex, organised

Blind Spot

(known only to others)

ingenious, self-assertive, trustworthy

Façade

(known only to self)

dependable, independent, spontaneous

Unknown

(known to nobody)

able, accepting, adaptable, brave, calm, caring, cheerful, clever, confident, dignified, energetic, extroverted, friendly, giving, happy, helpful, idealistic, intelligent, introverted, kind, knowledgable, logical, loving, mature, modest, nervous, observant, patient, powerful, proud, quiet, reflective, relaxed, religious, responsive, searching, self-conscious, sensible, sentimental, shy, silly, sympathetic, tense, warm, wise, witty

Dominant Traits

100% of people agree that BigFatJohn is bold
100% of people agree that BigFatJohn is complex
100% of people think that BigFatJohn is ingenious
100% of people agree that BigFatJohn is organised
100% of people think that BigFatJohn is self-assertive
100% of people think that BigFatJohn is trustworthy

All Percentages

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Created by the Interactive Johari Window on 17.2.2006, using data from 1 respondents.
You can make your own Johari Window, or view BigFatJohn's full data.

Johari

OK - not as dangerous as ouija boards or Tarot but can still be fun - an opportunity to insult with good motives!

Deep thought for an Early Morning

"I contend we are both atheists, I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours." --Stephen F. Roberts

Thursday, 16 February 2006

Danger - Suicide bomber at work

















Here in the West we are not allowed to see any realistic images from terrorist activities. This is from China and follows suicide bomb on a bus. Note the flash burns on this young woman. Those are not sausages on her stomach. As far as the dismemberment goes, this is not really very radical; at least the body parts are still joined together.
I've posted this just to try and explain what happens when people call for suicide bombings. How does one equate this sort of obscenity with a drawing of a man in a turban?

Wednesday, 15 February 2006

Not all the same

Last November, 1st Sgt. Brad Kasal and Lance Cpl. Alex Nicoll were seriously injured in one of the fiercest battles of the Iraq war.

Kasal and Nicoll had been with a Marine unit conducting house-to-house searches for insurgents in Fallujah. When fellow Marines entered one house, they were injured by insurgents inside. Nicoll and Kasal went in to retrieve their comrades, but soon were severely wounded themselves while temporarily cornered in a room on the bottom floor.

In the past, their wounds might have killed them. But thanks to better body armor, battlefront mini-hospitals and quick flights back to the United States for treatment, American troops injured in Iraq are probably receiving better medical care than ever.

Yes - I'm a bit of a geek for 'brave soldier' stories and photographs. This is not a Walter Mitty complex on my part. I think that military training is a tremendous thing that the majority of civilians will never understand. It is not all about the quite disgusting beating of young men but who knows whether one or more of the soldiers seen beating the prisoners would not have performed acts of heroism had their duty called for it?

In this case, the sergeant went to reinforce his men. Whilst in the house, he saved a colleagues life by covering his body when a grenade was thrown at them. He sustained over 40 wounds - note he still carries his pistol in a warlike manner?

38th Parallel revisited.


I do not listen to a lot of BBC Radio 4. When it is good, it is very good but when it is dreck etc. However, right now they are broadcasting extracts from James Cameron's book about his war reporting from Korea. This cannot be anything but excellent. Cameron was an excellent writer and made sure he was where the action was. Listening to him puts some balance into the sort of thing we are getting from Iraq such is the contrast. The living conditions, the kit that was provided and the close and fatal involvement of the civil population - they are all there. The service where we can go back and hear the readings is excellent. I commend it to this House - as that nice Mr Brown says.

Tuesday, 14 February 2006

Valentines Day

Valentines Day has become a rip-off par excellence. Dodgy restaurants make great point of special menus at much inflated prices. The special gift shops come up with themed gifts at, again, unrealistic prices. Florists gather long stemmed red roses from around the world and sell them at British Airways prices for an Easy Jet product. We had long resisted the allure of all these special arrangements but one year the guard slipped and I decided we would see just what was so attractive to so many other people.
Reservation at a top hotel was out of the question. We were starting too late and the cost was totally unjustifiable. However, Norma did a lot of looking around and a lesser hostelry was found where accommodation was reserved at not much more than the cost of a small car. Further expenditure ensured that the proper smart and only slightly informal clothing was ready.
The hotel room was all that one could wish. Conveniently situated within the building yet away from likely noise pollution. Discreet lighting in the bedroom but film star dressing room lighting in the very well appointed bathroom. Bath big enough for too. Smelly soap and lotions. Monster super-fluffy towels. The bed was super king-size with proper blankets and not a continental duvet. A large TV screen set up for viewing from the bed.
Pre-dinner drinks were partaken. The service was attentive but not overpowering. The meal was selected at leisure with good advice from the obviously experienced waiter. There was a sommelier to advise on wine to accompany the food we had chosen. All without any rushing or hassle.
Dinner was served in a fine old dining room. The best china and silver cutlery with snow-white and substantial napery. Courses were served at our pace. I called for a pause between the main course and the refresher and this caused no problems. Coffee was taken in another room where a five piece combo played jazzy classics at just the right volume.  Instead of brandy, a fine old Armanjac provided at the correct temperature in a glass of the finest crystal. Petit fours.
Then a good cigar overlooking the floodlit garden before adjournement to the bedroom. I’ll skip the rest.
After a slow drive home I felt totally relaxed. All that money had been well spent. Great value.
However, Norma was looking a little out of sorts. Not as happy as I would have thought.
“Norma dear” I said, “What is the problem?” I asked.
“Oh – just that I would have liked to have been there as well” she said.

Great (?) Britain

Our politicians, Labour, Conservative, Liberal and others, homosexual, paedophile, drunkards, all tell us what a wonderful world we share. They all care. They are all on top of their job. They have respect for everyone and everything.
So, how the fcuk is there even just one person like this:

EXCLUSIVE: DIARY OF A LONELY PENSIONER
By Victoria Kennedy

ROSE Williams looks longingly out of her living-room window. It's a crisp February morning and the sky is a bright blue. But the 77-year-old won't be going out today.

Nor tomorrow. Nor the next day.

A part from the nurse and carer who will lift her out of bed and change the bandages on her ulcerated legs there will be no visitors, either. There'll be no one to chat to over a cup of tea, no one to help out with her favourite crossword.

But Rose, who lives in a town in the North East of England, is not unusual. She is one of 200,000 older people in Britain who describe themselves as always lonely.

Research by Help the Aged shows that almost 820,000 people feel cut off from society. A quarter of a million of them say they have no friends or family. And one in six regularly go an entire week without speaking to anyone they know.

They are statistics which should shock and shame us all.

Today the Daily Mirror is linking up with Help the Aged to launch the Helping Unite Generations (Hug) campaign to raise funds and awareness to help end loneliness and isolation among older people.

Here, Rose reveals what it is like for so many elderly people as she records three normal days in her life.

Tuesday

7 AM

MY carer Katie arrives and greets me with a "Brrrr!", putting her icy hands on my arm to show how cold it is. It reminds me how much I miss going outside' breathing in fresh air and watching children on the way to school.

I can't really walk because my legs are so swollen from ulcers and water retention so I haven't left the house in three months. A volunteer used to push me out in my wheelchair but he can't come any more so I'm stuck here instead.

I've got two children who visit when they can, but my daughter lives 300 miles away with her family and my son is so busy with his job. He lives in my town, but I don't like to ask him to take me out. He has enough on his plate without worrying about me.

7.30 MY legs are so bad I can no longer get in the shower, so Katie washes me down with a sponge, then dresses me. It's pretty humiliating, but the thing I dread most is when she empties my commode. I always apologise if I've done anything more than pass water.

8.0 I GET on my stairlift and slowly make my way to the living-room. From my bed to armchair takes 15 minutes - I used to get down the corner shop and back in that time! This chair is my life now.

When Katie leaves she puts a Thermos with hot water and some teabags on the table next to me and a couple of sachets of Cuppa Soup for lunch.

Then there's my tapestry set and a pack of cards. Playing patience passes the time. Katie says goodbye and the house feels empty until the nurse arrives at 10am to change the bandages on my legs. She comes twice a day and is a lovely woman, but they keep her so busy she hasn't time to chat.

1.0 I'M having a bit of a down day today. This time on a Tuesday I used to be at the local day centre, having a roast dinner and a natter. It was the highlight of my week, but since the volunteer who took me there injured his back in December I haven't been. When I think about it too much I start crying. Sound a bit silly, don't I?

4.0 HAVE been staring out the window for three hours, watching the birds play on the hedge at the front. It's funny the way things have changed. When my children were little I'd send them round to check on the old lady next door. No one checks on me. Everyone seems so busy.

A few years ago I asked the teenager across the road if he could cut my lawn for a few pounds - but he said he could earn more staying in bed!

6.0 ISN'T it silly, but making my tea is the hardest part of the day.

Normally it takes me a couple of tries to get out of the chair, up to my walking frame and into the kitchen. But today the nurse left my frame just out of reach. I spent 20 minutes working out how to reach it. Finally I took a deep breath, summoned up all my strength and pushed myself towards it. But I rocked back into my chair. I could feel tears in my eyes from the frustration and pain in my legs.

So I pushed everything off a side table and leant on that instead. I could feel it shaking, but eventually shuffled across to my frame. By the time I got there I was dripping with sweat and my heart was racing.

It must have taken half an hour to get to the kitchen, where I put a jacket potato and some fish in the microwave. Then it was a massive juggling act, balancing the dinner plate on my walking frame, to get back to my chair.

A few times I've dropped the plate on the floor. It just has to stay there until the next morning.

12.0 I'M still in my armchair, waiting for the nurse to come and dress my legs before bed. She's often called on emergencies so I just have to wait. I'm doing some tapestry. By 1am the nurse has been and I finally get on my stairlift up to bed. Once it broke down and I got stuck halfway up. My daughter was staying at the time, but I'm terrified it will happen again.

Wednesday

7 AM I'VE only had a couple of hours' sleep because my legs were bad again.

11.0 THE newspaper boy is late and I find myself crying. You must think I'm just a daft old woman, but I so like doing the crossword.

12.0 THE lady who does my shopping pops in and asks if there is anything else I want. I say: "Just some arsenic." She thinks I'm joking.

I used to get angry when old people talked about commiting suicide, but these days I understand what they mean. Who would actually care if I wasn't here?'

My kids don't really understand. When they ring I just say: "I'm fine." They've got their own problems.

1.0 I CALL my friend Grace. Before, we went for lunch once a month, but we've lost touch now that I can't go out. She tells me about day trips she's been on. I don't think she realises how sad I find that. I sit and remember how I and my husband, George, used to go on day trips to the beach.

3.0 I PLAY patience. I do one game but lose and decide to do best of three - 11 games later I still haven't won. It is a bad day.

6.0 SOME good news: I've got an appointment with the chiropodist next Tuesday. I can't cut my own toenails, so they've been growing for a year and are curling under my feet. It'll be agony, but it'll be a trip out. What a treat!

3AM MY legs are so painful I decide I might as well get out of bed. A few months ago I fell over in the middle of the night and it took me five hours to get up again.

I had to shift around the floor on my bum. I'd never heard of carpet burn before that night.

I usually wear a panic button around my neck, but I take it off at night in case I press it by accident. I'd hate to cause a false alarm.

One night when I was up like this I heard someone trying to break in. I was terrified.

Thursday

8 AM I WATCH the postman walk past my door. Nothing for me today.

Last week he knocked with a parcel but it took me five minutes to get to the door, by which time he'd gone. In my rush I bumped into the wall and got a huge bruise on my arm.

11.0 I'VE spent an hour flicking through a clothes catalogue, looking for a new cardi. A woman at the hospital once asked me why I made such an effort to dress up when no one ever sees me. The cheek! It seems when you're old you're not allowed to want to look your best.

1.0 AM playing another few games of patience. It would be nice to have someone to play cards with. My son tries to pop in on a Sunday if he's on his way out with his family.

But I know they care about me. I may not be rich, but I'm rich in love.

Katie has worked for me for five years and she's wonderful. I live in fear she might leave. When she goes on holiday I get temporary carers but they have such an attitude. One made such a fuss about emptying my commode that I felt terrible.

4.30 I DON'T watch much telly, but I love Ready Steady Cook. Before I got ill I loved cooking and would invite sometimes as many as 10 friends round for a roast. My speciality was bread and butter pudding. The microwave meals don't compare and I'm not sure what happened to all those friends.

7.0 I SPEND the evening reading an Agatha Christie. I love crime books. Once I get reading, the hours fly by.

A few months ago my light bulb went. I couldn't ask my carer to change it as it's not in her job description, so I went for three days without any light. It meant I couldn't read my book for days until my son came round.

3 AM ANOTHER night with no sleep, so I came downstairs to play patience. Someone asked me once why I don't cheat to win - but what's the point?

Oh well, it'll be light in three hours. Another day.

Lead in his pencil?

From Ananova:

Quote:
A Serbian man needed emergency surgery after sticking a pencil inside his penis to keep it stiff during sex.

Zeljko Tupic, from Belgrade, told doctors he had experienced erectile difficulties in the past.

So as he prepared for a night with his new lover, he decided to insert a thin pencil into his penis.

Monday, 13 February 2006

No comment needed

As we are daily assailed with a barrage of loony stories, it does the soul good to occasionally sit back and take stock of The State We’re In. For that reason, I present for your delectation a snapshot of life in 21st Century Britain. Oh. one of the following has been made up. See if you can guess which one.

A head teacher at a school in Ipswich has banned hot cross buns in case they offend pupils who are Jehovah’s Witnesses. Ms Tina Jackson (and why are all the worst barmpots female?) is worried in case the “religious imagery of the cross” might upset non-believers.

As operations are cancelled and wards closed, the National Health Service admits to spending £9million on “art” in the past two years. The items bought included a £70,000 giant pebble at University College Hospital and a £35,000 cartoon mural at Hillingdon Hospital in Uxbridge.

An Olympic Road Network is to be set up across London with special VIP lanes allowing big-wigs, politicians and corporate sponsors to sweep past traffic jams. Ordinary motorists found straying into the lanes will be fined £5,000. Whether or not the government has ordered a fleet of Russian Zil limousines is unknown.

So many students have collected a full house of A grade A-levels that universities are finding it impossible to distinguish between them. Consequently 10,000 straight-A students have been rejected by Oxford and Cambridge. Meanwhile the basic pass rate has increased to almost 97 per cent and even the Welsh are scraping a couple of Es.

Since her release from prison in May, 2004, taxpayers have spent £700,000 a year on providing 24-hour police protection for Maxine Carr, the former girlfriend of Ian Huntley. Her most recent demands were for a three-bedroom house in Switzerland or Holland, a £30,000-a-year income and free tickets to fly home four times a year. No-one knows if this request was granted.

A policeman who took to the beat in Mansfield on a mountain bike and consequently made 309 arrests in a year has been banned from going near a day centre for problem teenagers because of complaints that he was nicking too many “vulnerable young people”. The ban was agreed to by his area commander, Inspector Samantha Wilson, a woman.

Cherie Blair has become the first prime minister’s spouse to be given an official government car and driver for her personal use, including shopping trips and visits to the gym. The cost to the taxpayers of this bullet-proof perk is estimated to be £50,000 a year. The information had to be dragged from the government under the Freedom of Information Act. Whether or not the car in question is a Russian Zil limousine is unknown.

All 41 fire stations across Greater Manchester have been issued with comfy reclining chairs that can convert to beds at a cost of £130,000. Unfortunately firemen are not allowed to sit or lie in them for health and safety reasons because they are yet to be trained in how to use them. You may think this is madness; anyone who’s ever trapped their finger in a collapsing deckchair will beg to differ.

A builder who tried to advertise for a carpenter who could “understand English, written and verbal, as he will be dealing with clients” was told by his local JobCentre that it wouldn’t take the advert because it was racist. The builder, who regularly employs non-English staff, received a letter from the wonderfully titled JobCentre Plus Diversity and Race Equality Team warning him that he may even have broken the law. Whether or not the letter was delivered by a Russian Zil limousine is unknown.

The government has decreed that all children must be weighed by the State at the ages of four and 10 because of growing worries about childhood obesity. Meanwhile “elitist” games and PE lessons have been all but abolished and school playing fields continue to be sold off to provide subsidised housing for public sector apparatchiks.

A butcher's shop in Oldham has been ordered to remove posters advertising its award-winning black pudding from windows in case the term offends members of the Asian community who might pass by. Stormtroopers from the council's crack Community Cohesion Unit have also asked staff to refer to the delicacy as "blood pudding" in future.

The Department for the Environment, Food and Rural Affairs has drawn up new legislation guaranteeing family pets five “freedoms”. As well as being fed an appropriate diet, little Tiddles must also have suitable living conditions; companionship or solitude as appropriate; monitoring for abnormal behaviour; protection from pain, suffering, injury and disease; and a hidden away place for her litter tray so she can have a poo in private. Whether or not special inspectors will be turning up at midnight in Russian Zil limousines to check if you’re feeding Tiddles Felix Chunks or Tesco Value cat food is unknown.

Up to 16 million adults are holding down jobs despite having reading and writing skills no better than those expected of 11-year-old children leaving primary school. This is approximately half of our national workforce. Meanwhile Hampshire County Council has spent £50,000 on a piece of library “artwork” which consists of a spinning plasma TV screen attached to a pole. It has subsequently broken down and ceased spinning. You may think that 10,000 new books would have been a wiser investment.

A girl of six has been banned from wearing a Barbie watch to school after a teacher decided that fellow pupils might be scratched by the metal winder when she put her hand up to answer a question. The girl had been given the watch by her parents so she could learn to tell the time. Hampshire County Council – yes, them again – said: “The teacher may have been overzealous.” It is thought that pupils are soon to be issued with rubber pencils in case of accidental stabbing incidents.

The black police bodyguard who protected the Duchess of Cornwall has won £30,000 compensation after complaining that he was “over-promoted” due to political correctness. Sergeant Leslie Turner (not a woman) argued that he was only given the prestigious role because he was black. He said he wasn’t ready for the job, wasn’t trained properly, and subsequently made mistakes which led to him being reassigned. The Metropolitan Police settled out of court. With your money.

John Prescott, everyone’s favourite lunatic, has given the nod to a two-year project which will examine if fire engines should continue to be painted red and if their sirens should go “wee’wah” or “wah-wee”. Extensive foreign travel is envisaged for the lucky Guardian readers who will get the two planned jobs. Estimated cost is £100,000. Meanwhile 46 local fire control rooms are being closed across the country to be replaced with eight “regional” centres which better fit with the NuLabour masterplan of European federation.

And finally, at Marks and Spencer it’s actually cheaper to buy a new ironing board, complete with cover, than it is to buy a replacement ironing board cover on its own. It’s consumerism gone mad. Expect mountains of discarded ironing boards blocking Olympic VIP car lanes by 2010.

A Great New Day


Tony B Liar’s stand-in for PM has come up with the idea for another commerative day. As I seem to have missed Gordos generous treatment of veterans and their families in his treasury role, his previous speeches extolling their virtues, his morale raising tours of our bases in Iraq, his grieving appearances at military funerals, and his compassionate visits to the returned wounded mark me down as a cynic. And disgusted at this use of people who deserve better. We have a day for this – November 11th. There are, of course, many days that could be celebrated in connection with our forces. We could have a Combat Stress Day, a Day for Homeless Ex-servicemen, a day to record Government Responsibility for sending soldiers ill-equipped in battle. The options are almost endless.

Blue jobs amuse themselves

This is a Navy thing but might interest some

Sunday, 12 February 2006

Ready Rants & One by me

At the risk of repeating myself – oh, go on then – do it.
This Internet thing is quite amazing when one sits down and thinks about it. Even within my grandchildren’s lives it has come from nothing and is now almost all things to all men – like it or not.
Someone wrote a small rant on a forum I read. One of those in a vein that seems attractive right now. “Immigrants. If you don’t like it go home” sort of things. Nothing too fiery, Pushed the line that the English were what they were and that compliance with these standards was obligatory for assimilation.
I have not found a ‘standard’ Englishman. The line being pushed was that we all spoke English. Our National flag was the Cross of St. George and that type of thing. I posted a refutation of every ‘standard’ assumption. There is Welsh, Cornish, Gaelic even before we get into dialect that is not common everywhere. Your St. David cross is not often seen in Edinburgh. Having satisfied my pedantic leanings, I decided to look around and see if there was any central pool from which such rants came – I thought maybe BNP or some such.
Well of course, the Internet caters for all. There is just such a place that supplies ready made rants.  They are all there – suburban BMW X5 users, shoe sizes. You name it – they’ve got it. All ready in HMTL for a neat cut and paste job.
Something that will cause far more problems than stupid bespoke rants is the latest soldier nasty from Iraq showing violence by our soldiers towards Iraqis arrested after some sort of rioting. I’ve seen the extract from the video that the newspaper has used as the basis for their revelations. There can be no suggestion that this was anything other than genuine and not faked like the one published by the Mirror. There are a few weird things about it that raise questions but none that take away the fact that this happened.
There will inevitably be physical resistance at the time of arrest and immediately after the event. The soldiers are armed with batons for a purpose and they use them in their arrest procedures. What we see here is the violence continuing long after arrest when there is absolutely no need for it. It seems that the events took place some two years ago so there can be no connection with heightened tension in Iraq or events such as 7/7 in UK. As an old soldier – ahem – I have carried out arrests in just such the conditions shown. I’ve witnessed very many more and investigated a considerable number where violence overflowed. The qualifies me to state quite clearly I hope that there is no reason for this type of treatment. It must be rooted out with such severity extending high into the command chain that we can be confident no one will ever again even contemplate such stupidity. There is no excuse or reason for soldiers suppressing riots to become rioters.

Saturday, 11 February 2006

What is this man's secret?

The story of how this guy ended up with a harem of women seems out of this world - even before seeing this photograph of the harem master. Apparently "The 57-year-old fornicating fortuneteller with a penchant for wearing sunglasses and military fatigues is now under arrest for intimidation after allegedly bullying at least one of the 11 women who made up his "harem" into joining him in their home in the Tokyo suburb of Higashi Yamato"

Whatever he had going for him must have been pretty potent as
"Of Shibuya's 11 "wives" -- and they had all been married to him for various periods at one stage or another -- 10 were in their 20s and the remaining woman in her 50s.

All the women worked at part-time jobs, mostly in the retail sector. They all returned home at 5 p.m. and gathered together as a group to partake in the evening meal"

Really brings to mind the film where diners view a make-believe orgasm and then ask for "some of what she's having"

Thanks for a bit of quiet

Well, a flat sort of day really.
The Islamic demonstration march in London appears to have been about as dramatic as a Womens’ Institute shopping trip. The Rugby games have been OK at most. I hate it when one spends the day with adrenaline on tap and everything just fizzles out. At least my flu has got to the stage where I actually care about what might happen rather than the ‘who cares’ attitude of the last few days.
It looks as though we are drawing to a close with the Sharon stroke. His drawn-out demise very well illustrates just what I would not want to happen to me. They have installed tubing to replace a long section of diseased intestine that had to be removed. He remains in a coma. So, just what is there remaining for relatives and loved ones?. No personality, no spirit, no mental contact – without these what is left that might be described as life? Regardless of how one may regard what he has done in his life, there is no love or reason for sustaining the hulk that is all that remains.

Friday, 10 February 2006

Cream crackered canine

Going to the beach can be just as tiring as that picnic place!
I wish he'd bugger off with that flash. I'm trying to get some sleep here.

Changes in my life

I’m facing a couple of issues I’d rather avoid.

Firstly, me and pointy nose dog will have to stop going to the picnic place exercise area. We were there last week and she was doing her thing on the hill. A passing farmer stopped to watch and then reversed to me and asked if I would call her off the hill. Very reasonable and well tempered. Thankfully, she came the instant I whistled.

On Monday this week we were there again and she caught a pheasant. Not much to it really as it was all hunched up at the side of the river and didn’t respond when she pointed at it. She was showing it to Norma when a passing farmer, different one, stopped. He came over and checked the bird without saying anything at first. He realised it was warm and then said we were poaching and the dog had to be kept on a lead. He mentioned something about the week before so we had obviously been under suspicion although we were in the public area and not up on the hill as previously.

We had a small debate without any unreasonable words. He stuck to the poaching. My attitude was that we had not gone there to catch birds and what happened was sort of fate anyway. Bird may have been on point of death when caught. The birds are bred to be shot as sport in the prime of their life. In the end, we agreed to differ and he went off with the bird. Decent bloke who made his point well and listened to what I had to say.

I’ve been thinking about it. Sable does hunt on his land. Very enthusiastically and is quite often lucky. He does not raise and maintain birds for our amusement. What we used to do was not poaching but might just as well have been in light of end result. There is no way to exercise her on the lead so only solution is to strike the place off the list of exercise areas. Mind you, any of his birds that stray in front of the car are certainly dead ‘uns from now on.

I’m now on track in respect of the warfarin dosage to get my blood factor to a suitable range. This has meant that I cannot use the ibuprofen tablets to deal with the arthritis pain. I have to use Tylex but the number I can take in a day is limited. The pain has not gone away and whereas ibuprofen and Tylex used to work, the pain still gets through now there is no ibuprofen. I’ve never been one to worry about maximum dosages (I’m a big lad and the stated safe limits have a safety factor built in) but the risk is that excess Tylex can cause internal bleeding. Therein lies the rub. I suppose I might get very soggy insides before the clotting kicks in – if at all.

Oh well – things are sent to try us, worse things at sea etc. It is just that immobilised with the dreaded lurgy, I’ve had more time to think and brood.

Thursday, 9 February 2006

E-fit photo

Yes - I know it is Norfolk police. But surely they could find someone who looks like this? Especially as he wanders around, I bet, saying Caaaaal Hoooome or My Head Hurts.

Wednesday, 8 February 2006

Yes - I know what I said but this is significant....

I know that I had said there would be no more cartoon news here but I have now come across an article that sets out exactly how they came into existence. It makes the press freedom angle seem more plausible than the Muslim insult theory.
The global furor over cartoons of the prophet Muhammad can be traced to one day last September when newspaper editor Flemming Rose smelled a good story.
He said he'd read that museums in Sweden and London had recently removed artworks their staff deemed offensive to Muslims. A Danish comedian told him that he felt free to desecrate the Bible but that he'd be afraid to do the same to the Koran. Then Rose read that a Danish children's book author couldn't find illustrators who dared draw Muhammad for a new book on Islam.
Rose, culture editor of the Jyllands-Posten newspaper, suspected the art world was self-censoring out of fear of Islamic radicals. So he contacted 25 Danish newspaper cartoonists with a challenge: Draw Muhammad as you see him. Twelve responded, and the newspaper printed their submissions, including one that depicted Islam's holiest figure with a bomb in his turban.
"We have a tradition of satire in Denmark," Rose, 47, said in an interview. "We do the same with the royal family, politicians, anyone. In a modern secular society, nobody can impose their religious taboos in the public domain."
At the Islamic Cultural Center in Copenhagen, Ahmed Abu Laban saw the cartoons. "We were astonished and extremely shocked," said Laban, 60. One of Denmark's most prominent Muslim clerics, he said the faith's tradition forbids any depictions of Muhammad. He saw the crude drawings as the latest smear against Muslims in Denmark, a nation whose long history of tolerance has been tested in recent years by rising anti-immigrant sentiment.
Laban immediately called together 11 other Muslim leaders to plan a response. Eliciting no regrets from the newspaper or the Danish government, they sent envoys to the Middle East to seek support there. The chain of events illustrates how, in the current climate of tension between Islam and the West, a small spark, printed on an inside page of a midsize newspaper in a small country, can escalate into an international conflagration.
Here we come to a bit that I personally find very fishy
Government officials and other critics here said Laban's delegations intentionally inflamed Islamic leaders in Egypt and Lebanon by passing off several obscene cartoons of Muhammad as among those published in the newspaper. Laban said those had been sent anonymously to Muslim leaders in Denmark and were shown to the Islamic officials as examples of anti-Muslim feeling in the country. He said no one suggested they had been published in the newspaper.

Tuesday, 7 February 2006

Have a Duvet Day

I read this in a blog kept up by an American police officer. Sounds like it was a day when the drug store clerk should have stayed at home.
He was walking home from work, some drug store, when a young guy pulled out a sawed off shotgun and demanded his money. He handed it over and then turned and ran. After running for a few blocks and seeing that he was alone he pulled out his cell phone and dialled 9-1-1. Just as the operator came on the line someone came up from behind him and grabbed his cell phone. When he turned around he noticed that this was a different guy, this time with a pistol. When he asked for his wallet too he explained he was just calling the police because someone had just robbed him.
Actually, it was a bad day for the cell phone thief. Police swamped the area and one officer cornered him only to have the crook draw a weapon and shoot him twice. Both shots were on target but were stopped by the policeman’s vest. The shooter ran off but, thinking he had killed a law officer, handed himself in to police a few hours later.

I had a Duvet Day today. Woke up about 6 am'ish feeling like death not fully warmed up. I dressed quickly but temperature slid down to something akin to freezer shelf. Just about made it to the quack's for my weekly blood check and then staggered home to hand over duty to Norma. Slept as if drugged until dinner time and now seem a little bit better. So much for all the fuss about getting a flu jab at the end of last year!


I found this at another place. It was not fixed down and looked abandoned so I had no qualms in taking it away. I cannot attribute it to anyone as that information was missing. However, it is quite witty and wiil doubtless appear many more times in many more places.

Latest News from Washington

Washington, D.C. (AP) - Congress today announced that the office of President of the United States of America will be out-sourced to India as of January 1, 2006.

The move is being made to save the President's $400,000 yearly salary, and also a record $521 billion in deficit expenditures and related overhead the office has incurred during the last 5 years.

"We believe this is a wise move financially. The cost savings should be significant" stated Congressman Thomas Reynolds (R-WA). Reynolds, with the aid of the Government Accounting Office, has studied outsourcing of American jobs extensively. "We cannot expect to remain competitive on the world stage with the current level of cash outlay" Reynolds noted.

Mr. Bush was informed by email this morning of his termination. Preparations for the job move have been underway for sometime. Gurvinder Singh of Indus Teleservices, Mumbai, India will be assuming the office of President as of January 1st.

Mr. Singh was born in the United States while his Indian parents were vacationing at Niagara Falls, thus making him eligible for the position. He will receive a salary of $320 (USD) a month but with no health coverage or other benefits.

It is believed that Mr. Singh will be able to handle his job responsibilities without a support staff. Due to the time difference between the US and India, he will be working primarily at night, when few offices of the US Government will be open. "Working nights will allow me to keep my day job at the American Express call center" stated Mr. Singh in an exclusive interview. "I am excited about this position. I always hoped I would be President."

A Congressional Spokesperson noted that while Mr. Singh may not be fully aware of all the issues involved in the office of President, this should not be a problem because Bush was not familiar with the issues either. Mr. Singh will rely upon a script tree that will enable him to respond effectively to most topics of concern. Using these canned responses, he can address common concerns without having to understand the underlying issues at all.

"We know these scripting tools work" stated the spokesperson. "President Bush has used them successfully for years." Mr. Singh may have problems with the Texas drawl, but lately Bush has abandoned the "down home" persona in his effort to appear intelligent and on top of the Katrina situation.

Mr. Bush has been provided the outplacement services of Manpower, Inc. to help him write a resume and prepare for his upcoming job transition. According to Manpower, Mr. Bush may have difficulties in securing a new position due to limited practical work experience.
A Greeter position at Wal-Mart was suggested due to Bush's extensive experience with shaking hands and a phony smile.

Another possibility is Bush's re-enlistment in the Texas Air National Guard. His prior records are conspicuously vague but should he choose this option, he would likely be stationed in Waco, TX for a month, before being sent to Iraq, a country he has visited.

"I've been there, I know all about Iraq," stated Mr. Bush, who gained invaluable knowledge of the country in a visit to the Baghdad Airport's terminal and gift shop.

Sources in Baghdad and Fallujah say Mr. Bush would receive a warm reception from local Iraqis. They have asked to be provided with details of his arrival so that they might arrange an appropriate welcome.

Monday, 6 February 2006

The message is in the media?

Artist's Statement:
My images have a naive, whimsical quality. Macabre and odious topics are transmuted into approachable, vivid narratives. What appears childish at first sight; upon careful examination, reveals a complex interpretation of foreboding and exhilaration that necessitates a re-acquaintance with one's intuition. The Images suggest the inevitability of an archaic revival while impulsively generating a greater cumulative significance that beckons to the very near future; hence Techno-Shamanism. Wholly antithetical to the anthropocentric mode of logic, the images no less mock the abstruse mytho-occult spinsters as well. They have been extracted from the edge of our burgeoning psychotronic consciousness.

That’s it. His statement. I suppose he knows what he is trying to convey. I have had the benefit of seeing some of his work and, even with this advantage, am unable to connect output with the description and meanings of the work.
I hate it when pretension gets in the way of enjoying art. I am capable of enjoying images for image sake without needing to know what was in the artist’s mind but I am sure that there is much that I miss.
I recently spent a little time looking at a drawing of a small girl bringing flowers to a young boy. He was in a dressing gown, slumped in an easy chair. His face had a sharpness about it as if he were in pain. I got the clue of some flowers dropping to the floor, There was a grandfather clock in the background to which I attached little significance. I Googled about a bit and finally came upon an analysis or whatever of the drawing. The clock also symbolised a passing of time, the time in which the lad’s life was ebbing away.

I achieved nothing from the statement-writers work. His loss or mine? Both I suppose as I will not recommend his work – even by linking to it – and he by failing to get his point across in text or image.

One born every ..........

Away from all the argy-bargey of cartoons, I did have a funny communication in response to my £20 Maglite torch. This pointed out that the state of the art torch for use by rufty tufty soldiers was a thing called the SureFire Magnum M6 Guardian. I have looked at the specification and it is indeed a fearsome beast. However, at a price of £230 or so, it is well outside what I need as a little bedside supplement. The sort of bedside companion I would expect at that sort of cost is a crate full of Viagra. I suspect the purchase came from the days when the ruling cry amongst the Big Swinging Dicks was that he who dies with the most toys wins. My response at that time was - who cares; they are still dead Dicks, they have ceased to swing, they are no more etc. etc.
The title is apt - maybe - but does not take away my pride that one of mine was able to get to such a state that he could expend that sort of wedge on that sort of toy. I do reflect that when I was a kid in the market for toys, I could have purchased an entire Royal Artillery searchlight battery - personnel and all - for that sort of money.

Sunday, 5 February 2006

As advertised

My last word on cartoons

OK - promise this is the end. There is such a lot out there that I find rings my bell and says things in a way I'd like to have the ability to do.

Stole this from Boortz.

Muslim outrage huh. OK ... let's do a little historical review. Just some lowlights:

* Muslims fly commercial airliners into buildings in New York City. No Muslim outrage.
* Muslim officials block the exit where school girls are trying to escape a burning building because their faces were exposed. No Muslim outrage.
* Muslims cut off the heads of three teenaged girls on their way to school in Indonesia. A Christian school. No Muslim outrage.
* Muslims murder teachers trying to teach Muslim children in Iraq. No Muslim outrage.
* Muslims murder over 80 tourists with car bombs outside cafes and hotels in Egypt. No Muslim outrage.
* A Muslim attacks a missionary children's school in India. Kills six. No Muslim outrage.
* Muslims slaughter hundreds of children and teachers in Beslan, Russia. Muslims shoot children in the back. No Muslim outrage.
* Let's go way back. Muslims kidnap and kill athletes at the Munich Summer Olympics. No Muslim outrage.
* Muslims fire rocket-propelled grenades into schools full of children in Israel. No Muslim outrage.
* Muslims murder more than 50 commuters in attacks on London subways and busses. Over 700 are injured. No Muslim outrage.
* Muslims massacre dozens of innocents at a Passover Seder. No Muslim outrage.
* Muslims murder innocent vacationers in Bali. No Muslim outrage.
* Muslim newspapers publish anti-Semitic cartoons. No Muslim outrage
* Muslims are involved, on one side or the other, in almost every one of the 125+ shooting wars around the world. No Muslim outrage.
* Muslims beat the charred bodies of Western civilians with their shoes, then hang them from a bridge. No Muslim outrage.
* Newspapers in Denmark and Norway publish cartoons depicting Mohammed. Muslims are outraged.

Dead children. Dead tourists. Dead teachers. Dead doctors and nurses. Death, destruction and mayhem around the world at the hands of Muslims .. no Muslim outrage ... but publish a cartoon depicting Mohammed with a bomb in his turban and all hell breaks loose.

Come on, is this really about cartoons? They're rampaging and burning flags. They're looking for Europeans to kidnap. They're threatening innkeepers and generally raising holy Muslim hell not because of any outrage over a cartoon. They're outraged because it is part of the Islamic jihadist culture to be outraged. You don't really need a reason. You just need an excuse. Wandering around, destroying property, murdering children, firing guns into the air and feigning outrage over the slightest perceived insult is to a jihadist what tailgating is to a Steeler's fan.

I know and understand that these bloodthirsty murderers do not represent the majority of the world's Muslims. When, though, do they become outraged? When do they take to the streets to express their outrage at the radicals who are making their religion the object of worldwide hatred and ridicule? Islamic writer Salman Rushdie wrote of these silent Muslims in a New York Times article three years ago. "As their ancient, deeply civilized culture of love, art and philosophical reflection is hijacked by paranoiacs, racists, liars, male supremacists, tyrants, fanatics and violence junkies, why are they not screaming?"

Indeed. Why not?

I'll tell you why not. Islam is a nihilistic death cult. It is a midieval religion that needs to reform itself and join us in the 21st Century. Unfortunately, it ain't gonna happen in my lifetime.

My new toy


Sad really but this has acquired the status of new toy. Yes; that's right. £20 worth of torch. What a come down - me who specialises in shiny things that normally cost a rajah's ransom in terms of £ per ounce or inch.
It is the Maglite model that takes 2 D size batteries so is just a nice size and heft. It is meant for use in my bedroom so that when I wake at night wanting a drink or need to take tablets - or just cannot sleep - it is there to illuminate the scene but is not so dramatic as to light the whole room and bring me fully to my senses. It is very tactile, the smooth bits are very smooth and the knurled bits have a proper bite. Everything fits properly so that as well as being correctly designed in terms of proportions and shape it has been produced to close engineering tolerances. The colour is another thing I find pleasing; the blue has just the right depth. It really demands fondling. The urge to hold it, press the on/off switch, swing the beam about or adjust it from spot to flood is almost beyond resistance. I sat for about twenty minutes in the dark last night just playing with it.
If there were some sort of nomination right now for an item being an icon of somethingh or other, I would recommend this torch.

Saturday, 4 February 2006

Escalation

List of placards seen in London:

ANNIHILATE THOSE WHO INSULT ISLAM
AS MUSLIMS WE ARE PREPARED TO FIGHT
BBC BRITISH BROADCASTING CRUSADERS
BBC GO TO HELL!
BE PREPARED FOR THE REAL HOLOCAUST [real is underlined]
BEHEAD THE ONE WHO INSULTS THE PROPHET.
BEHEAD THOSE WHO INSULT ISLAM
BUTCHER THOSE WHO INSULT ISLAM
EUROPE YOU WILL PAY FANTASTIC 4 ARE ON THEIR WAY YOU
EUROPE YOU WILL PAY. DEMOLITION IS ON THE WAY
EUROPE YOU WILL PAY. YOUR 9/11 IS ON IT'S WAY
EUROPE YOU WILL PAY. YOUR EXTERMINATION IS ON IT'S WAY
EUROPE YOU'LL COME CRAWLING WHEN THE MUJAHIDEEN COME ROARING
EXTERMINATE THOSE WHO INSULT ISLAM
EXTERMINATE THOSE WHO SLANDER ISLAM
FREE SPEECH GO TO HELL
FREEDOM GO TO HELL
FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION GO TO HELL
JIHAD AGAINST EUROPEAN CRUSADERS
MASSACRE THOSE WHO INSULT ISLAM
SLAY THOSE WHO INSULT ISLAM

Nice, eh? And no arrests for incitement! Apparently the Met had been told from on high that no arrests were to be made...

Escalation

Blogger seems to be having a dizzy blond spell. It refused to let me load a image from the dashboard saying that technicians were working on it. I got the Escalation image through Picasa but that does not show up on dashboard so I can add the text.
So, this is what should go with the cartoon.
I think this is indicative of what happens when sensible people are confronted with reaction such as we have been seeing in respect of the Danish-originated cartoons. A first, we are prepared to laugh at the mobs and their unrealistic demands for the violent death of those involved. Then, as that gets worse or continues with little call for moderation from the reasonable Islamists, we lose our patience and sense of humour. Things get to the stage where people start to think "If they did not like that - look at this"
Where I find difficulty with the demonbstrators is the Rent-A-Mob attitude. There can be very few individuals amongst the violent crowd who have seen the original cartoons published in a small country in a obscure language. They have gone onto the streets - with their banners calling for death - on the words of a few people. The police have chosen to maintain a low profile but it is quite clear what would have happened had they tried to disperse the mobs. Mr Clark knows just how soon it could turn into another Grosvenor Square and doubtless has given the necessary 'play cool' orders.
What if - just if mind you - something happens in the days ahead where it suits those who control and mobilise the crowds we have seen to tell their hotheads that - just imagine - blue-eyed children are the spawn of The Devil and should be burned and thrown into the Thames? Over the top assumption you say? Who would have forecast what we now see following some not very funny drawings in a far away place.

Friday, 3 February 2006

Call THAT a cartoon!!

The ‘outrage’ at the Islamic cartoons is not all one-way. Without too much of a Google-sort of search, I managed to find this,

In September of last year, a Danish writer bemoaned the fact that he couldn’t get anyone to illustrate a book he had written about the prophet Mohammed. The reason for this of course is because in the Muslim faith, pictorial representations of the prophet are strictly forbidden. This means that although you are more than welcome to picture Mohammed pleasuring a pot-bellied pig in your mind's eye - if that’s what floats your blasphemous boat - you could never actually draw a picture of it, or at least not without incurring a fair bit of wrath.

It then goes on a bit and then says this,

There is of course, luscious ripe irony at work here. A cartoonist draws a picture of the prophet Mohammed with a bomb in
his turban, the implication being that Islam, far from a religion of tolerance and peace, is actually a religion of violence and
murder. Many Muslims are offended by this, and so, by way of response, threaten to murder the cartoonists responsible. You
have to smile. ‘How dare you call us murdering bastards?! We ’ll kill you! We’ll kill the lot of you!’

Before a final sally.

In a rather sweet coincidence, this was also the week that the Racial and Religious Hatred Bill was defeated in the British
parliament. This means that when the much-diluted bill eventually becomes law, we will still be legally allowed to say or write that which is critical, abusive or insulting to religion and the religious. However, depending on how this cartoon controversy pans out, we may not dare.

We’ll probably just leave it to Nick Griffin.

All of this is a fair way out of the mainstream comment that one gets back via the ‘meedja’ but I suggest it strikes a note in the pubs and clubs – and not only in the working mens’ bars. I’ve included it here as it chimes with my feelings but expresses it in a way that is much better than I would produce. So, as the aim of communication is to communicate (shades of long-passed lectures), I nicked it!


Where did I ......?

The way ahead

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Digital cameras have a lot to answer for. Just a few years back this sort of thing would have gone int one of those Quickprint shops. The assistant would have seen it and the taste police summoned.

Thursday, 2 February 2006

Advice for the day ahead

“Begin each day by telling yourself: Today I shall be meeting with interference, ingratitude, insolence, disloyalty, ill-will and selfishness – all of them due to the offenders’ ignorance of what is good or evil. But for my part I have long perceived the nature of good and its nobility, the nature of evil and its meanness, and also the nature of the culprit himself, who is my brother (not in the physical sense, but as a fellow-creature similarly endowed with reason and a share of the divine); therefore none of these things can injure me, for nobody can implicate me in what is degrading. Neither can I be angry with my brother or fall foul of him; for he and I were born to work together like a man’s two hands, feet or eyelids or like the upper and lower rows of his teeth. To obstruct each other is against Nature’s Law – and what is irritation or aversion but a form of obstruction”

So, a little maxim to improve the shining hour. I can think of any number of days when recitation of this recommendation would have made my day go easier.
Is it something new that I have not heard of it before? Well – no. Not exactly. The author was about some while ago. I had not realised that his day could be so complicated that it required these attitudes.

Prejudice

Saw Julian Clary TV programme where they have celebrities research their ancestry. He discovered a number of Germans in his mother's lineage and thought this funny as she has strong anti-German prejudices. He met with mother (nice old lady) and tried to soften blow by using word Prussian instead of German. She would have none of this and immediately referred to them as German. Not at all happy and was obviously anti-German as Julian described.
What I found interesting was that she, who as Clary's mum must have attracted considerable prejudice and bigotry, retained it for Germans.
He made a amusing remark whilst en-route to give her the 'good' news. He admitted certain amount of fear at her reaction. However, he said, "It's not as if I'm going to tell her I'm hetero-sexual"
I like the guy. He did a lot to open a number of closet doors by thrusting his sexuality in our faces in an amusing way so that we could examine our individual attitudes with no question as to our possible susceptibility. Just compare his approach with Buggermore; I know whom I'd rather swim with!

Wednesday, 1 February 2006

Some room for improvement yet then?

"The supreme end of education is expert discernment in all things-- the power to tell the good from the bad, the genuine from the counterfeit, and to prefer the good and the genuine to the bad and the counterfeit."
-Samuel Johnson, British author and lexicographer (1709-1784)

Thoughts

Maybe need to click on this to enlarge.

Truth will out - somehow.


Another triumph for the Met. police! Vast step forward in the war on drugs!
Yes, you have guessed it. They have finally managed to interview Kate Moss about her alleged drug taking habit. So that's all right. Armed with her information to destroy the underground, we can be sure that no 11 year old will again collapse at their desks.
Yes - I am being unfair and cynical. Yes - it is all a media thing. However, I am not the only one to have doubts about this sort of them and us circus when a celebrity gets dragged in. I was around the Drug Squad when they went after the Rolling Stones. The policy was that every time one of the group even so much as suggested the word d-r-u-g-s, they would be turned over with the maximum severity and publicity. It got so obvious that a member of the House of Lords protested at breaking a moth under the wheels of justice. The only thing their tactics achieved was an increase in the sales of Mars bars. And that was based upon the inventive brain of a detective sergeant anyway. Other than a personal confession from Ms Moss, the police can have learnt nothing new. Shame on them for their investigative prowess if she was able to tell them something they should have found out for themselves since the photographs appeared.
For a force lead by a man with such respect for ultra-p.c. attention, it seems strange that they have made such a fuss over the Moss-Docherty event. They most assuredly were not the only couple treating their noses to a chill that evening. It is likely - given the popularity of marching powder amongst the hi-born and others in the spotlight in some way or another - that they were not the only famous individuals indulging. So, why the discrimination given to their supposed offences?
I would be really cynical and twisted were I to go too far with the article's suggestion that, right now, the Met. needs to draw attention away from a number of things and a hi-profile event is just the thing. "Look - we cannot control our trigger-fingers but we are tough on people outed by the press"

Tuesday, 31 January 2006

Can we believe this?

The Times has learnt that Margaret Beckett, the Environment Secretary, is to produce detailed codes of conduct telling pet owners how to feed their animals and where they should go to the toilet, (for instance the cat code says "Ensure that cats’ preference for privacy is met by giving them a hidden away place with cat litter to relieve themselves. This advice forms part of a nine-point guide for “going to the toilet”.
Every domesticated animal will have a code of conduct tailored to their species, each of which is expected to run into dozens of pages. This will form part of the Animal Welfare Bill, expected to clear Parliament in the next few months.


My dog and I cannot wait to get our copy of the Code........

Good use of scarce resources - my ass! 18 pages on what to do for a cat. Me and pointy nose have got it down to five lines.

Monday, 30 January 2006

Move right down the bus please

Serious drama today! The World is nigh at an end.
My iPod is full and will not accept any more Tunes. I suppose I should have realised this earlier when I saw that they were marketing one with higher capacity.
Oh well – not much in the general drama that is in the world.

Sunday, 29 January 2006

Met police goes nuts

My thought at the time was that no good would come of the police action.
It just gets worse the more that escapes from the inquiry

The Press Association Sun 29 Jan 2006

Family speaks out over 'cover-up'

The family of Jean Charles de Menezes called on Britain's top policeman to "consider his position" after reports that officers covered up their part in the Brazilian's death.

Undercover police changed a surveillance log to hide the fact they had mistakenly identified the 27-year-old electrician as a suspected suicide bomber, it was claimed.

Mr de Menezes was shot seven times in the head by anti-terror officers as he tried to board a train at Stockwell tube station in south London the day after the abortive July 21 attacks.

The alleged cover-up meant blame for the tragedy would have been shifted to senior Scotland Yard commanders or the armed police who pulled the trigger, the News of the World reported.

Asad Rehman, spokesman for the innocent Brazilian's family, said the allegations had "severely dented" confidence in Metropolitan Police Commissioner Sir Ian Blair and his force.

He added: "Sir Ian Blair does need to seriously consider his own position today.

"It seems that Sir Ian Blair was not aware of any of this information for quite a while following Jean's death, which does raise certain questions about how in touch he was with the operation.

"Both then and today Sir Ian Blair is ultimately responsible for the safety of people in London and this country. It seems he didn't have his eye on the ball.

"We will ask him to examine his own conscience today. We believe this issue hasn't gone away."

The News of the World claimed a "Whitehall source" had leaked details from the Independent Police Complaints Commission (IPCC) report into Mr de Menezes's death, which was handed over to the Crown Prosecution Service 10 days ago.

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Last updated: 29-Jan-06 20:55 GMT

Roots! Respect!

Those in the loop will know that I was born in a town called Romford. At that time, it was within the county of Essex but has since been swallowed up by Greater London and is now in a borough called Havering. From country bumpkin to semi-Cockney cheeky-chappy in one lifetime.
I came across a group that deals with Romford history. I laughed at that; history in this case seems to be as recent as 1960. There was some interesting material on the forum so I signed up and contributed a small "this is me" posting. That was about 10 pm last night.
On checking my emails this morning, I found a reply from someone who had lived not more than 8 houses away from the Wood baronial mansions only slightly after we got there and is seeking information for a book and historical research. Small world indeed. It will be interesting to see if this guy's questions and responses spark anything off in my brain.