Saturday, August 20, 2011

Riots in the real world

As the MSM frets and bothers in the wake of the riots, the real world outside the bubble gets on with the job of clearing up. A good friend of mine works at a 6th-form college not far from Croydon, and has some interesting observations.

Real people and their anecdotal evidence offer three advantages over journalists. They don’t have an agenda, they aren’t getting paid for their opinions, and they tend to live in the places hit worst by social unrest because they have to not, unlike many young journalists resident in Hoxton, Brick Lane and Hackney, because it’s hip. They see things happen rather than read about them on Twitter.

My friend – we’ll call him Paul – has three main observations.

Firstly, on A-level results day, the college was suddenly buzzing with student life again after the silence of the holidays [Paul works there year round]. The students had come in to get their results. More than that, though, many of them had clearly come in to show off their new acquisitions: box-fresh trainers, jewellery, designer clothing and other shiny things. Youth violence, Paul has overheard students claiming, is now increasingly about one gang trying to access the ‘horde’ of a rival gang.

Secondly, and also concerning gangs, is the revelation which disgusted me most. There are, at Paul’s estimation, 70 to 80 known gang members at the college. The teaching staff, in addition to the rest of their onerous duties, have to organise an entirely unofficial rota system to ensure that students from rival gangs don’t attend the same lessons. This wearying logistical exercise is, of course, unrecognised and unpaid.

Thirdly, Paul spoke to two rather sensible, grounded girls whose stories seemed entirely plausible. They told Paul about their area on the worst night of rioting. Two hundred or so locals had come on to the streets to defend their property and businesses. At one point, some wannabe looters had appeared on bikes and made for a local shop. One of them was quite badly beaten, in full view of the police, who took the failed looter away when the local people were finished with him. None of this made even the local newspaper. Even more than copycat rioting, the establishment fears copycat vigilantism, unless it is carried out by approved ethnic groups. As I once opined to a friend concerning Islamist terrorism, the one thing government fears more than radicalised mosques is radicalised pubs.

The testament of real people, bloggers included; accept nothing less.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Rioting, Part two.

As The Dust Settles For Now.

I don't wish to be the sole poster here. This contribution is inspired by Richard's link to this, knobhead.  Now mincer White and his socialist luvvie mates and BBC chatterati are not people I would normally give time of day to. This piece fails to build on its partial excellence because of the rabid and slavish need to score party political points. 
The only salvation we can possibly countenance is an end to adversarial politics until a future nation state becomes proven as not working with such a consensus.
Some hope. The failings of successive Governments have been continued or exacerbated. The wishes of the majority trampled under that dreadful phrase "representative democracy". How can an MP use such a term to excuse failing to bow to the majority wish. One when votes are cast in the belief that a manifesto promise is what they can expect. Neither side of this unholy Cobbleition has stuck to its beliefs. As for Pseudo Cameron, his emperor's clothes were well and truly revealed by the youngster quoted by White, "He's a knob head"! Such is the power of some of this article he almost had me admiring Coke'Ed. Until, that is, I quickly remembered that little mongrel's obedience to his previous, proven madman, of a leader.
None of these morons get it. Their part in all this debt creation, broken society, illegal wars and all the other tired, "not me Guv" cliches, is just not on their radar.
Human beings are really made up of differing qualities, abilities and DNA. Some are down right nasty, others lost in a sea of poverty and deprivation, decades of socialism have failed to improve. The loss of manual, unskilled work and outlets for the less able, is a disgrace. Add to that the importation of hordes of immigrants, unable to contribute anything but a colossal burden of sheer volume, to a small group of Islands. The bleeding obvious is phenomenal in its disregardful neglect of mention by the politicians.
If all this were not enough of a failure, we continue blindly down this enforced route to Federalism. As if our own trials and tribulations, political arses and enormous debt were not enough, we blithely volunteer to increase exponentially the very causes of our difficulties. Too much immigration, little output or economic strength. Social ghettos of disillusionment, disenfranchised, disregarded, disaffected, peoples. All the time these individuals are bombarded with Sunday Times Style magazines, celebrity excess and luxury images only a minuscule can ever attain. Ironically those selling the perfect Utopia of self indulgent excess, which so demeans its client base, gets to live those dreams on the back of the window licking populations they exploit.
When I look at what's to be done, I am drawn to my personal, many years old, despair, that only violent overthrow of this madness can work.
The soul searching by the haves, hasn't a clue what it is like to be a have not. I did, as a child. The old Labour/Union people did much to improve the lot of this Nation until they, too, were seduced by the glamour and celebrity of money and power. 
So here we are. An Oldrightie peering to the left and seeing just a small gap before the face of the fascist ghosts of Europe are visible. Moving my head slowly right to seek the commonsense that used to epitomise that direction, I see a weak, enfeebled man. One desperately trying to be all things to all men in public, whilst plotting the very downfall of a once proud people. Heir to Blair, Grandson of Heath. It's enough to make you so angry you want to break something. 
Amid the criminality of last weeks riots were genuinely angry, frustrated people. The response? More draconian policing, further blatant destruction of freedom and a faster march to that jackboot Utopia seen as a Federal Europe. Obama is licking his lips at the very thought of a Pan European supporter of his enslaved Nation. Ironic how a descendant of slavery sees little problem  with that of a whole Continent and slavishly promotes not just the politics of fear but the very exercise of that nightmare. A plague on all their houses.

Monday, August 8, 2011


I Do This At My Place.

Rail helplessly at the state of our Nation and the decline and fall of once proud peoples. Men and women whose parents freed the world of tyranny and Nazi atrocity forced into a straight jacket of disenfranchised helplessness. Ever since the second world war socialism has held sway and brought us to the mess we are in. Mass immigration, colossal bureaucracy and a dumbing down of educational standards and aspiration.
Let's not be gentle about what we are seeing. An economic crash for the second time in three years has brought nothing but more of the same from a political class incapable of self criticism.
Let them suffer the wrath and terror their constituents are having to endure throughout Europe and soon, America. Some hope, of course, that they will. When wondering where the police are deployed in London, look no further than the Greek tactics. Government buildings and wealthy areas were carefully targeted for protection and the deprived, gangster ridden ghettos allowed to burn. Ring any bells? Political change is coming but it will be a great deal more painful to us all than we have yet seen. Their fall back options, to protect themselves from our wrath and indignation, will be well in hand. They probably knew, or should have, that the creation of an imported underclass and tolerance of a gang culture, stretching from Eastern Europe to South America, might bring about what we see in London. One thing is for sure, they keep themselves well away from it.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Annual Eton Sports Day.

Always held In Exotic Locations.

As sad as this match turned, out my sympathies lie as much with the unnecessary loss of a precious creature as with the more readily found human volunteer. I suppose the polar bear 1, Etonian 0 half time score would always end in a draw as the bear was gunned down leaving quite possibly a wife and cubs.
This "holiday" expedition was an expensive and somewhat elite journey, more because they could than they should. That it was in the guise of the very questionable climate change obsessives' agenda makes it even more ironic.
Richard blogged on this at his place of reason. and I suspect with a similar sense of mild irritation at the futility of it all. The holiday trade is awash with Eco-tourism to all manner of places we do not belong, with our prurient and selfish need for experiences. "Where's James, today?", asks a guest at some posh garden party, "Oh," replies the host, "He's on an Arctic expedition to determine the decline of the polar bear population in the Arctic, you know? He's passionate about protecting them". He'd have been better donating £10,000 to the protection league for endangered polar bears.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Right On.

Or Maybe Not?

"Ramadan is a time of intense devotion and reflection. Its importance is emphasised in prayer and as a time when families and friends gather to remember those less fortunate. Its values remind us of the principles that we hold in common - tolerance, justice, progress and the dignity of all human beings. The key messages of selflessness, charity, and compassion are values that unite Muslims and non Muslims alike.”" - The Nation