Enricher hands Plod the evidence to put him away on his own USB stick

If I wrote this as a script for a work of fiction, the editor would laugh all the way to the bin he would throw the manuscript in, because by Heimdall's Horn, Thor's hammer and Odin's beard, I swear you could not make this up.

When that fine and upstanding example of British Citizenship and all it stands for after 13 years of cultural marxism, the Bolton resident Asim Kausar woke to find himself a victim of burglary, he did what every other upstanding Brit would do, he picked up the phone and dialled 999.

As one of the enrichers of our country, he, unlike the indigenous population, was actually entitled to a visit from the Plod, instead of a letter with a crime reference number and an offer of tea and sympathy which is all the rst of us get.

So when the boys in blue turned up, and were told there was a CCTV system that had captured images of the criminals in the act, the descendants of PC Dixon were only too happy to take copies away.

Mr Kausar even copied them to a USB stick he had handy.

Imagine the surprise of the SOCA team when they put the stick into their PC and found documents that told you how to manufacture ricin, how to make roadside improvised incendiary devices, and pictures of Mr Kausar strutting his stuff wielding an AK47 Assault rifle. The pictures were apparently taken in Pakistan, where he had gone to learn how to be a good little Ialamist.

So Mr Kausar has today begun a two and a bit year stint "doing porridge" for terrorist offences. 

I have to say, long may the armies of Islam exhibit such rabid bloody stupidity. It makes the job of explaining their true nature to the tossers who represent them in Parliament SO much easier.

Details here http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-manchester-16763494

White Men Can Blow Alto Sax

Well that was quite a day.

A couple of years ago there used to be a pretty decent Jazz festival in Brecon, and another shortly afterwards in Pontypool Park. Regrettably the Brecon one has shrunk to a ghost of its former self, and probably worse than that has gone the way of the Glastonbury festival, with monster ticket prices for headline events that seem hell bent on turning it from a popular event for the masses into something akin to how would Carling put it ah yes "Glyndebourne doesn't do jazz but if we did .."

So it was most revealing to find that a "stroller" ticket to sit back and listen to some of "The Best Welsh Jazz Artists Around" was going to set me back a cool £1 for each hour I would be entertained.

And make no mistake entertained I was. Although for me the "highly individual" style of the vocalist from "Byron Jones' Big Band" was a little too individual for my taste (!) and provoked thoughts of "right then, where was the bar again" amongst many in the audience including me. 

Throughout the afternoon and evening I witnessed mastery of instrument and voice at close range, including the stunning spectcle of "Harry Potter on Piano" as a lad from Penarth in a suit, with looks far too close to Daniel Radcliffe for comfort demonstrated that while there are indeed beasts with ivory teeth in this world, his particular brand of wizardry renders them tamed wthout question. 

But here's the wierd thing. Stage and Auditorium alike were a sea of white faces. I saw fewer than a handful otherwise. Truly, white men can indeed not only jump, but blow Alto Sax. Hell at this rate there'll be a white man taking gold at the 2012 Olympics for the mens 100 metres.

What to do on a Bank Holiday weekend.

OK thanks to my daughter not bothering to bring the camera I have had to put up with using this from the enthusiast's own site from a few years ago, but Bank Holiday Monday saw me spending a fairly pleasant afternoon reminding myself how things used to be done when governmets went too far against the will of the people.

In 1263 "Red" Gilbert De Clare (red for his hair colour not his political persuasion) controlled much of the lands of South Wales as Lord of Glamorgan. He sided with Simon de Montfort against the King, but soon switched allegiance when it became clear that would better suit his needs. After Simon De Montfort was slain at the Battle of Evesham, De Clare decided that rather than join the earl's son and his rebel pals INSIDE Kenilworth Castle, he would instead offer his sword and his services to the king, and join the besiegers. Impressed with the trouble they had in their siege of Kenilworth, De Clare began work on a mighty bastion of his owm, using many features similar to Kenilworth, including the large lake / moat. 

De Clare would meet his own end at Bannockburn in 1314, deviod of a male heir. While the crown dithered as to who should have the spoils of his estate and the pleasure of his daughters, the locals starved as the crops failed. A siege of the Castle followed, and it was this siege that is re-enacted on last Bank Holiday Monday - and seemingly several previous ones.

The day proceeded as a number of "tableaux" depicting key scenes from the siege followed by demonstrations of the siege engines - a perfect opportunity to lob rocks the size of boulders hundreds of yards into the castle moat, grieviously disturbing the wildlife, which would normally lead to the red faced killjoys in Caerphilly Council dumping an ASBO on you.

Perhaps the funniest point in the day was madam borrowing the geat to demonstrate to devastating effect that a proper longbowman (or as in her case woman) could easily skewer one of the hand-cannoneers. Actually I take that back, the funniest moment was easily the point when the proprieter of the pig-stuff-inna-bun stall was ehard to complain that in the last re-enactment her stall was showered with arrows. 

Excuse me ? She's set up a stuff - in - a - bun stall in the inner defended areas of a castle and she complains when attacking bowmen strike their mark ? I mean, the whole point of archers is that thy take out the castle's population military AND civil - some people just don't understand the point of total war eh ?

But the wierd thing is, hardly any of the people watching knew anything of the history of the siege or the people behind it. They would leave educated that the man at the head of the besieging army - who failed in their quest - would be taken to London to be hung drawn and quartered, but I bet few know just how hated the winner in the quest for De Clare's spoils and the loins of his eldest daughter, Hugh Despenser, was and would further become.

Pagina No Disponible (well the link was from Searchlight)

Yesterday I read a fascinating article from "Hogarth" on Andrew Brons' BNP Ideas Site. I think it is fair to say that the gloves have well and truly come off and the search for a bit of 3x2 inwhich to hammer a couple of six inch nails a couple of lengths of pipe and some motorbike chain is well and truly on.

But one statement in the article puzzled me. The claim is made that the man who won by nine votes has endorsed as London Mayoral Candidate one Carlos Cortiglia, who, it was claimed, has professed some pride in volunteering in 1982 to fight against the United Kingdom in the Falklands.

I felt that such a statement deserved a little research. It is quite clear that whoever he is, Carlos seems to be the main author behind the London Patriot (a site google now tags as a malware site as they say it tried on more than one occasion to dump dodgy software on their spiders when they went calling). It is also clear the man is a pathological supporter of Nick G and his nine vote majority.

However, I cannot find any reference to him being a mayoral candidate, much less being endorsed by Nick. If anyone has a link to such, say something ! I did however find one claim that the man was "East Argentine, i.e. Uruguayan, and voluntered to fight against the United Kingdom in the Falklands. That claim was made on the site owned by "Our Friends In The North" and what a surprise the "link" they provided as evidence went straight to a 404 Not Found, or "Pagina No Disponible".

So, who can provide me with something ot back up the claim ?

Reflections On A "Britain First" meeting

Last night was ... interesting.

Now before I go any further I meant what I said in my email advising the BNP that I no longer wanted to be a member. I don't see much point in being a member of that organisation any more, but I am in no hurry to join another. But I was pressed into service in the role of unpaid chauffeur last night and so I found myself a mildly intrigued member of the audience at what I believe was Britain First's inaugural meeting in South Wales.

I am sure their opponents will cast scorn on the small number of people who turned up to this event, but while they do, I would point out that attempts by a certain party I thought used to be serious about politics to rekindle branch interest after the flop that was the 2010 General Election met with a far lower response from the "faithful" in this area and to the west of here, and I know for I was in the meetings in question.

So, what happenned then ? Not a lot really. No chanting UAF thugs on the door being pushed back by a thin blue line. No need for "rediection points" and all the paraphernalia that earmarked any attempt by "those who there is little point in naming" to hold a meeting. Just three blokes in suits telling us what they hoped to achieve.

And the tactics were interesting in themselves.

Next time something kicks off in a street near you, and some so-called "community leader", usually one with a serious aversion to shaving and dressed in what appears to all intents and purposes to be a pair of plainly-coloured pyjamas, has a microphone thrust into his face and given forty fve seconds to bemoan how "his" community is treated, ask youself one question. 

WHO THE HELL HANDED THEM THE CONCH ?

And that is probably a key ploy in Britain First's strategy. To work to reclaim the role of spokesperson for the community. And the best bit is all they're saying is someone from OUR interest group should be stepping up to the plate and volunteering to be a pivot point for Cameron's Big Society idea to swing from. It really is a master stroke. it is turning the much despised "dog dirt politics" label around and putting it to GOOD use.

So. Will I be JOINING them ? ... Probably not. But do I like their ideas ? Yes I do. And those who know me and know of what befell my family earlier his year know exactly why they can count on me for their "bring back Capital Punishment"campaign any time they like.

The Last Labour Government Has Undermined The Life Chances Of A Generation By Steering Them Away From Subjects Employers Value Most

Last week my nephew collected his A level results and the fool has decided to follow the same career choice that I made all those yars ago. Attempts by my brother and I to point to the way his "Uncle John" was thrown out of his research career by a politician who decided te country no longer needed a medical research industry but far more badly needed a wunch of bankers were of no avail. It seems the young must be left to learn for themselves. Ah well, 'twas ever thus.

Actually,  he may be better placed than I was to pick himself up should he find that the politicians in power when the ink is drying on his Baccalaureus In Scientia Magna Cum Laude are as myopic as the ones who sacrificed my career prospects in this country and drove my fellow students to the four corners of the earth in searh of ways to continue their work. 

The title of this post is taken from a quote by Damien Hinds, a member fo the Education Select Committee, who was remarking on findings published on the Daily Telegraph Education Pages that show beyond doubt that thirteen years of Labour interference in, and manipulation of all that is taught ot our children, has led to a situation where fewer and fewer pupils study English, Mathematics, Science, Language, History and Geography.

The news makes grim reading. In 1997 when Blair swept to power on a wave of support for his promises to root out corruption in politics (remember that ?) 49.9% of the pupils, some 292,568 in all, took GCE 'A' level examinations in English or Mathematics or Two Science Subjects or One Foreign Language or History or Geography. The point being these were considered at that time the hardest to gain academic success in, and were the subjects employers most valued seeing on a CV. 

In the few short months that followed Blair's entry to Number Ten in which he could do nothing to meddle with the future life chances of those leaving the education system he now controlled, almost half had the sense to realise the subjects to study and strive to achieve success in were those an employer valued.

Not so today of course. Last year, as Gordon Brown was unceremoniously dumped onto the pavement, the legacy of thirteen years of state indoctrination and intervention in the education field bore forth its last harvest. And now a mere 140,551 pupils, less than 22% of those sitting examinations, were taking exams in those subjects employers still valued most highly.

Fortunately, both my daughters and my nephew studied and achieved academic success with those "gold standard" subjects spurning the "fools gold" sbjects such as "media studies" offered as an alternative. An "alternative" which all can now see for themselves - thanks to a written answer to a Parliamentary Question put by Conservative MP Charlotte Leslie - was a cynical ploy to artificially inflate the grades achieved by the victims of Labour's State Intervention in Education by deliberately steering the pupils in state schools away from those "gold standard" subjects and towards study of subjects whose examination results are worthless bangles wanted by no-one in the real world, valued only by those who arrange the arse-kissing ceremony that leads to adoption by the political elite and one's name on a ballot paper in a "safe" constituency.

I promise you this. My grand-daugher will not be allowed to fall into this trap.

I don't have any problems with antisocial behaviour in the ward - I know of areas where something like this is more likely to happen

I take as the title of this post the words of this man as gunfire came to his town (yet again).

Meet Paul Cockeram, the man who currently sits as councillor for an area of my home town that is known only too well to several activists who walked its hills with me many a time spreading word of our existence and candidature in national elections in the days when I thought we still had a political party that stood up for me and people like me, before I realised it - and the funds its members raised - was actully one man's personal cash machine and retirement fund. 

Yesterday afternoon a man burst into this ladies hairdressing salon in Malpas Road, Newport and opened fire with a gun shooting three women - none fatally thank god - leaving two in need of medical attention at The Royal Gwent Hospital. The weapon used was left at the scene but the man was able to escape the scene before police arrived. After an afternoon and evening of chaos and disruption in a part of the world where thankfully such behaviour is not quite so commonplace as it was in Leeds/bradford when I worked there, the body of the man in question was apparently discovered in "nearby woods". You can read all about it here

I have blogged about the area this man is responsible for before. On this page I brought you the news that the council this man sits on, which was at the time run by the party this man pledges allegiance to, poured hundreds of thousands of pounds down the drain tarting up the pavements and creating a lovely little car park around this derelict ruin on the pretext that the area was in need of renovation for the Ryder Cup. The building itself was the centre of a much larger financial scam of course when one of our "enrichers" ripped off the welsh Assembly Government pledging to turn this place into a "fine indian dining experience" with "upstsirs accomodation for staff" (how many of whom would have been legally permitted to be employed there being of course a matter for speculation)

Now Mr Cockeram is trying to tell you that he is quite shocked as the area he is responsible for is a haven of peace and tranquilty. Well I will give you two reasons why Mr Cockeram is a little out of touch with reality. 

The first of those you can find here where the South Wales Argus's Crime Statistics page for Newport shows ample examples of anti social behaviour in and around the area.

The second is a more personal example. Not that long ago I was sitting at a table in a restaurant at the other end of the line of terraced shops pictured in the photograph above with the man in a white suit, and whie I sat there with my wife and adult children, four very disagreeable louts burst into the premises through the kitchens, spraying an ammonia spray into the face of two of the kitchen workers and holding a knife to the throat of one of the table staff, presumably seeking an easy way of collecting money ahead of their next expected benefits cheque. They did not succeed in their venture, as they were in fact repelled with force by several diners myself included all of us outraged that our fine dining experience in the existing retail catering facilities in the area was disrupted in this fashion.

I am, therefore, amazed Councillor Cockeram seems able to make out the area of town he represents is a haven of peace and tranquilty, but then again, he is a Labour man, and therefore blinkered to the reality of life - and death - on his watch