Sunday, 31 July 2016

How to remember the dead

As the sad anniversaries of battles in World War I roll by, and as we now head into a war caused, as wars always are, by the stupidity of politicians, perhaps we should take a moment to think of how we remember those who died in these wars.

Not with the pompous statues and empty mottoes of former times, not with the teddy bears and hashtags and coloured floodlights and easy tears of today, but properly. To respect them we need to know who they were and what they did.

Hyde Park Corner in London is a place of war memorials, old and new. It takes its present form from Wellington's victory at Waterloo, after which he was given a fine new mansion, Apsley House, with a view over memorials commemorating his achievement. There is a colossal arch topped with a bronze statue of the Goddess of Victory driving a four-horse chariot, and a conventional equestrian statue of the Duke staring into the front windows where the real Duke would have been looking out at his effigy, probably with wry amusement as he was not a pompous man.

Tachybaptus, Going Postal

The statue is given a human, and interesting, touch by four figures at the corners, realistic sculptures of soldiers of England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland. Remembering ordinary fighting men, rather than their leaders, was something new.

Saturday, 30 July 2016

Wankpuffin reads your emails

EJ ©

Dateline October 2016

Phil the test manager, Going Postal

Friday 7th October 2016 – A total of 5 separate incidents by individuals comprising of suicide bombing, random shootings, and the horrendous slaughter of 37 children aged between 5 and 6 in a Birmingham C of E primary school by machete.  The MSM conceded that the attacks were indeed co-ordinated to be on the same day and time, but each of the terrorists were deemed to be mentally unbalanced and whilst they followed the Islamic religion of peace, all were said to have been radicalised, and therefore it was nothing to do with Islam.  Many newspaper comments were subsequently shut-down.  The main headlines the following day were not about the children who died or the other 50+ people who died.  It was all about the rise of the “far-right groups” and how this is a terrible thing.  Brexit they said, had a lot to answer for.

Sunday 9th October 2016
Following various mass slaughters across many states in the USA, President Trump announced that congress had now approved that Islam was now a proscribed faith.  No Muslims would be allowed to enter the country, and all Mosques would be shut-down.  Imam’s would face immediate deportation to a Sharia compliant country of their choice, and were to report to their nearest police station with their family.

Messing About in Boats

Gmbd, Going Postal

let me tell you a funny story.
I had a neighbour (deceased ) who was a private detective.
We were wary of each other to begin with but ended up being friends.
He just decided one day that he wanted to be a private detective and bought some surveillance equipment, rented an office and advertised his services as a private detective. He would get a lot of matrimonial things, suspicious wife wants to know where hubby gets to every Thursday and that sort of thing.
I helped him a couple of times for the Crack.
It is not easy following somebody without being spotted especially if you are in a big Mercedes.
I was followed once over 100 miles myself and I never spotted him until I turned into the rabbit warren of an estate in Buckingham where I was seeing my girlfriend at weekends and I spotted him trying to re-locate me.
This guy ( my friend ) is the sort of guy who lights up a cigarette while giving evidence in the witness box.
Judge; " you cannot do that here "
"So ?"

Friday, 29 July 2016

Deadmau5 – Somewhere Up Here (Dead Robot Bootleg)


The Rise of the Uber-Twat, A Phenomenon of our Times

Coloniescross, Going Postal

Colin Cross had something of a fascination for words, he was by nature inquisitive, a bit of a loner and as a child he was quickly recognised as someone that could “go places”. He had above average abilities in all academic subjects, so much so that he was awarded a place at Grammar School without having to sit the 11 plus exam, something that rarely happened.

Sometimes things have a way of changing very rapidly and Colin, a quite ordinary if somewhat naive boy at twelve who was in the top groups for all core subjects in his first year, was, by the time he was fourteen, one of the most disruptive, insolent and aggressive pupils at the school. He became a serial truant, refused to submit homework and generally teetered on the edge of expulsion for the rest of his time at the school. He achieved one “O” level, in art, and was told by his head of year that he should leave as they would refuse to have him back if he decided to return for “A” level studies . For nearly 5 years he was a twat towards his teachers, his mother and many of his peers, who had done little or nothing to deserve his treatment of them.

Luckily Colin had a brain like a sponge, as much as he determined not to learn some of the message got through. His mother always said, when they were finally reconciled after a number of years (Colin now called this period of his life the “wilderness”) , that if his life had taken a different path there wouldn’t have been anything he couldn’t do, but she was his mum after all.

Wednesday, 27 July 2016

The massacre of the innocents

JWP, Going Postal

“A voice was heard in Ramah,
Lamentation, weeping, and great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children,
Refusing to be comforted,
Because they are no more.”
Matthew 2:18

My children are grown now, but I have grandchildren. As I listen to the weekly serialisation of massacre and mayhem I fear for their future.

It was very different for me. Living in the flightpath of Speke Airport I would lie awake at night and hearing the sound of an approaching plane I would hold my breath, pull up the sheets and count from thirty to zero in nervous anticipation of the incoming Soviet missile. Only after the sound had passed over did I breathe again and often I would drift to sleep more from nervous exhaustion than genuine fatigue. That was fifty years ago. The present peril is not imaginary and the fears I have for my loved ones are much more substantial than the wild imaginings of my childhood nights. The present peril is on our streets, in our shopping malls and on our trains.


Colliemum, Going Postal

No, this is not about the social ones we have come to love and cherish if we get all our information from that institution called “BBC”.

It’s about real parasites to start with - so keep quiet now and listen up. No giggling on the back benches, and stop throwing paper darts or I’ll make you dissect a parasite-riddled mouse liver, so you have a proper reason for feeling sick!

Now then.
You’ve all seen sheep, the fluffy things populating our hills, being kept in check by the trusted collies? Good.
These poor sheep are liable to become infected with a parasite called ‘liver fluke’, which makes them very sick.
The parasite that does this has a very interesting life history, one aspect of which is of huge interest to us.
Briefly, the liver fluke lays eggs inside the affected sheep - and the eggs are getting outside with the sheep poo, which then just lies around. I’m sure the hill walkers amongst you have noticed, perchance even stepped into some of it.
The next step in the lifecycle of that parasite is to be gobbled up by snails. The eggs hatch inside the unfortunate snail and tunnel through its guts. The snail, defending itself, then encapsulates these juvenile parasites and gets rid of them in snail poo, which then lies around, waiting for the next unsuspecting animal to gobble it up.
Now this is where it becomes really interesting - so pay attention, this stage applies to us!

No - it’s not us who eat snail poo, you stupid idiot!

The next animal which does eat snail poo is an ant. The snail-made cyst dissolves inside the ant and the juvenile then infects the ant’s neurons - no, dear, ants don’t have brains! -  and affects the infected ant’s behaviour. It makes the ant leave its comrades when night falls, and makes it climb to the top of a grass stem where it stays all night. That’s totally unnatural for an ant.
The next unsuspecting sheep, cropping the grass, takes up the ant without noticing and lo and behold, the new liver fluke is home and dry and it can begin all over again.

Tuesday, 26 July 2016

Tove Lo - Talking Body


That which we hold dear

Weather Forecast, Going Postal

“Begin by seizing something which your opponent holds dear; then he will be amenable to your will"

So said Sun Tzu in his epic "The Art of War" believed to have been written in the 5th Century BC, yet as relevant today as  then. It has been studied and the tactics given have been used from then until now including Norman Schwartzcopf - Desert Storm.

Why am I writing about this? Because mentioning Sun Tzu last night sparked the connection with the above quote and its relevance to today. We, the West are at war, no matter that the MSM, Governments choose to not acknowledge it is so. The Roper aim is to conquer the whole world, every country and inhabitant and have it all as one Islamic Caliphate.

BBC – It’s The Unique Way I’ve Removed Your Funding, Part Three

Beware of Geeks bearing GIFs, Going Postal
In the last 7 years or so, I have saved over £1,000 by not giving the BBC a single penny of my money.  Partly as a protest to their biased broadcasting arrogance and partly as the Digital Revolution has taken hold, the anachronism of the TV Licence and the traditional way we used to watch broadcast becoming more obsolete, it is an irrelevance in my life and ergo, I have viewed it as an optional tax.

My setup at home consists of a SmartTV connected to the house LAN and on the LAN there’s a cable internet connection via a router.  There are other devices connected to the LAN which enable me to stream media content around the house, such as films, DVDs and Netflix and Sky GO.  I can also view iPlayer and other catchup.

Some of these devices are secured on the LAN only so that no connection to the internet can be made, others can be isolated at the touch of a button.  Other devices such as PCs can be internet live or not but in summary, I have a normal LLF setup and there are no aerials, tuners or tuned Sky Boxes connecting to any device.  I can, however, view Live Broadcast should the need ever arise via the internet.

Monday, 25 July 2016

Mastermind with Going Postal

Ozymandias, Going Postal
‘What was the married name of the scientists Marie and Pierre who won the Nobel Prize for Physics in 1903 for their research into radiation?’


As with many of my fellow posters, David Lammy’s Mastermind struggles never fail to amuse me.

It did get me to thinking about what my specialist subject would be on such a programme. Though I’d like to claim I’d go for something erudite – ‘The Works of Thackeray’ maybe, or ‘The Punic Wars’ – I have to admit I’d end up with sticking with what I know, and plumping for ‘Judge Dredd and the world of Mega City One’.

Dredd made his first appearance in 1977, within the pages of the second edition of 2000AD comic, creator John Wagner gradually developing the character from being nothing more than the pitiless representative of a futuristic police state to using him to explore all manner of moral mazes.

Ideas above ones station

Coloniescross, Going Postal
Colin Cross had been extremely happy at the result of the EU Referendum, he had hoped for a leave vote, even believed that it could be achieved but had been as surprised as nearly everyone else, on either side, when the votes had been counted and declared.

The immediate aftermath had been something no one could have predicted, the UK’s two main political parties in turmoil and fragile Remainiacs actually marching in the streets condemning Leave voters as worse than murderers.

Saturday, 23 July 2016

Make 'em laugh

Roger Ackroyd, Going Postal

Donald O’Connor
The study of history can be very tricky. You want to read the history of the First World War? Well, there’s Conan Doyle’s mammoth six volume work or Douglas Haig’s sumptuously produced two volume of Despatches complete with matching map folder(1919) Or perhaps a more modern work -  Liddell Hart? Martin Gilbert? John Keegan? A.P.Herbert?

Hold on. A.P.Herbert? The author of “Misleading Cases”, a satirical look at how the Law works and which was televised as a series way, way back? That A.P.Herbert? Indeed it is. His very first book, “The Secret Battle” - a miserable production due to paper shortage – was published in 1919 (same year as Douglas Haig’s Despatches) to very little acclaim and had poor sales. It tells of one officer volunteer who having survived Gallipoli and the Somme finally cracks and is shot at dawn for cowardice in the face of the enemy.  The descriptions of Front Line life and the effects on the men – and the women left behind – were obviously too graphic for a country that was still raw from the events of 1914-1918. It was probably the main reason the book failed to gain traction at that time but since then it has come to be recognized as one of the core WW1 texts.

BBC – It’s The Unique Way I’ve Removed Your Funding, Part Two

Beware of Geeks bearing GIFs, Going Postal
I had carried out quite intensive research on the legalities of not paying for a TV Licence.  The wording on the main TV Licensing site and the Communications Act were confusing, contradictory especially when it came down to differentiating between a television and a digital device, but the bottom line was that if your television or VCR or any TV viewing device was not setup for watching a live broadcast, you didn’t need a licence.

The other sinister aspect of TV Licensing, which I discovered later was the brand mark of the BBC created in order to disassociate themselves from the rather more unpalatable side of the licensing business, was the whole mythos of the TV Detector Van, the monthly Threatogram, the Licence Enforcement Officers and of course, the fabled and much dreaded Search Warrant.

Friday, 22 July 2016

Preaching With Kipper: My Older Brother

Going Postal
God's own county

I am the youngest of a lot of three. I am also the most intelligent, best looking and most narcissistic. My sister is the eldest. She is 25 and a project manager for the NHS (On behalf of my family we are sorry). She married to her husband last year, he is a smug tosser who  'works for the council' and refuses to speak to me because I called him a drain on society. Although, since we voted leave I'd assume his smugness has diminished. They live in Lambeth, I don't know why, they just do. Both of them are head in the sand, away with the fairies lefties. They are the 'terrorists aren't Muslims' and 'terror has no religion' type. And my brother-in-law thinks I'm an extremist. Yes, in the times we are living in, an overpaid drain on society thinks someone who shouts about shit on the internet and votes UKIP is the extremist. But enough about the southerners.

Far beyond the The Outer Limits

Gotham must be destroyed, Going Postal

Let me tell you a story. When I was young, as I have said, I was visited by aliens and they examined me for badness and extracted all of the badness from me leaving me perfect. And so all through my early life I was aware that I was perfect and it did seem so. Nobody told me how to think, I made up everything for myself although later I was very grateful for the Grammar School education that I received for free which showed to me the logical way of thinking.

When I started having to make money everybody was saying how great I was at stuff and I was getting prizes for everything.

So I am 21 or something, my confidence is boundless. I have trained my mind over all these 15 years to be loose, there is not a part of my consciousness that I cannot examine and dwell in for as long as I like.

My energy is boundless, I can do whatever I want. See a solution to any problem in seconds because my mind is free. and I make things, all kind of things.Somebody asks me, " What do you want to do ? " I say " I want to be on top of all the manufacturing processes "

Bob Marley - Lively Up Yourself


Thursday, 21 July 2016

Ism’s and Phobia’s what are they for, if not to control the narrative

Coloniescross, Going Postal

Colin Cross had never believed himself to be “racist” but he knew that that is exactly how he would be regarded by many people in today’s modern society where “isms” and phobias framed much of the narrative around socio-religious issues. Colin was a simple man and he viewed racism (along with other ism’s, phobias etc) as a simple matter, he had never considered the use of epithets as racist, believing that deeds, and not words, showed peoples true feelings.

Recently his thoughts had turned to the tragic events in America. Policemen were shooting criminals and suspects and were in turn being shot by people unhappy about them shooting criminals and suspected criminals. Many of the people who were being shot by policemen were black, but not all of them. Many of the criminals in America were black, but not all of them. The people taking revenge on the police were definitely black. Apparently there was now an “action” group in America called “Black Lives Matter” which spent a great deal of time protesting about the unlawful killing of predominantly young black men by predominantly white and Hispanic police officers. Colin was of the opinion that the majority of lives (Black, Brown, White, Pink, Yellow) actually mattered, but what did he know?

LeftyLiesRefuted to SupportOurJeremy: A Journey, Friends!

LeftyLiesRefuted, Going Postal
Our Jeremy

The Disqus character of LeftyLiesRefuted (LLR) was born in July 2014, followed by a similar character, saveedmiliband, in the Guardian's CiF, in November 2014. Both names are, I think, self-explanatory!

A few months of posting under both names quickly disabused me of the naive idea I'd had, that by refuting Lefty lies, one could move an argument forward.  Lying is, sadly, in most Lefties' DNA.

The main reason for this seems to stem from a deep-held belief by most Lefties that, since they are morally superior to us reprobates on the Right, lying can be justified because it is a means to an end - the "end" being whatever the particular Lefty regards as a Socialist Paradise, whether this be the EU (the "moderate" Lefty view) or, say, Venezuela (the "extreme" Lefty view). In addition, there are also quite a few totally deluded Lefties, who manage to hold many contradictory thoughts in their heads at the same time, and who actually believe the nonsense they espouse.

Wednesday, 20 July 2016

BBC – It’s The Unique Way I’ve Removed Your Funding, Part One

Beware of Geeks bearing GIFs, Going Postal
My first memory of a television programme was Andy Pandy.  I remember sitting in awe as the marionette, the rag doll and the teddy performed inside our tiny black and white television as I innocently took on the more literal tone of Watching with Mother.  I used to love the Flower Pot Men, Camberwick Green, Chigley, Trumpton, Clangers, Magic Roundabout, Dr Who (John Pertwee and the maggots that squirted the Green Death), Blue Peter, Benny Hill, Captain “Suffering seagulls” Pugwash.  Halcyon days growing up with the UK’s most definitive children’s entertainment service from the good old Beeb.

In later years I watched Only Fools and Horses with my family in the evening, Tenko, The Young Ones, Blake’s 7, Fawlty Towers, Not the Nine O’clock News, Secret Army, To the Manor Born, Butterflies, Tomorrow’s World (quite fancied Judith Hann), Vision On, When the Boat Comes In, The Old Grey Whistle Test, Bergerac, University Challenge (only getting the odd Science question right)

Beware of Geeks bearing GIFs, Going Postal

PMQs with Going Postal, 20th July 2016

Going Postal
Gif EJ

PMQs live stream here on Going Postal TV

Sheryl Crow - All I Wanna Do


Tuesday, 19 July 2016

Going Postal goes to the pictures

Stay Puft, Going Postal

Following the tragedy of September 11, it was reported in the US that video rental stores - those places you only read about in history books now - saw a huge spike in rentals of films like Die Hard, with commentators observing how it was a natural response to a horrific situation by seeking catharsis from entertainment that provides a happy resolution that reality doesn't and has the good guys, the West - and yes, we ARE the good guys despite what self-hating, metropolitan, white guilt Guardianistas say - triumphing over evil.

Now once again our hearts are broken as 84 innocent people, many of them children, are slaughtered by a follower of a rabid death cult. It is normal and healthy in these circumstances to seek a cathartic release from the horrors of the world brought about by this ideology.

Cats Going Postal


The Movies of My Mind - Part Two

Guardian Council, Going Postal

In the first part I tried to demonstrate how a figment of the imagination takes being “only second best” (a victim, a looser) as proof positive of moral superiority. According to this tenet, the truly worthy elite of the global pecking order are wearing the crown of another world, a world that is yet to come, and all that remains is to find out who is and who isn’t “truly worthy” and separate the grain from the chaff accordingly. Bodies like the PLO and their many successor or partner organisations (IRA, Rote Armee Fraktion, Hamas, Hezbollah, to name a few) were and are heavily indebted to a narrative of victimhood as proof of moral superiority; on a comparably smaller scale Black Lives Matter use the same narrative’s dividends as political capital, too.

This narrative of course isn’t logical but psychological and it goes unchallenged as long as somebody needs and/or wants it to be true – if you feel like a nail everything looks like a hammer. Also, it is much easier to rid oneself of one’s frustrations at the expense of others than change one’s own life, apparently. Never mind that it’s dysfunctional and dangerous: keeps you from ever improving your lot to think that reality is to blame when in deed it is not. You might even want to start a war over it…

The comfort of such a narrative is mainly reliant on reconstructing reality in a manner that fits the emotional needs of its recipient: a safe space for the mind. That’s where the news media become instrumental. Their role now is to stage the world as a place threatened by inherently vicious people: nasty nannies who voted “Leave” for instance. Now precious little Damian can’t get his Erasmus stipend which would have taken him to Bologna for a year – what a pity! So why not go and smash some nasty nannies, Damian? At least on Farce-Book he wouldn’t even incur the risk of being prosecuted for official heresy (“hate crime”).

Monday, 18 July 2016

"Grandad, you know when you were young.................?"

Judas was paid, Going Postal

Being 60 means I am able to look back upon quite a lot of years. I am also able to differentiate between two worlds, the world we now have and the world as it used to be. I am not being sentimental when I say that I prefer the world as it used to be, before the 'change' started.

I grew up on a council estate. My dad went out to work and my mum looked after us at home. It was considered a noble thing to do and it was not considered to be in any way inferior to be a housewife and stay at home mother. On the contrary, it was thought sensible that if you bore children they would need to be looked after by somebody. Most people chose to do the job themselves. It worked.

As I look at my old Primary and Secondary School photos, (I am becoming as dog eared and creased as they are!) I notice that every face is white; sun kissed on the summer ones, but white. It was not until Grammar School that I met a boy with a coloured skin. He was Indian, the son of a doctor. We never thought him strange. He was considered a little exotic, but not strange or anything to be frightened of. He was a nice lad and we were all friends as you would expect.

Preaching with Kipper : "But what does brexit mean?"

Kipper, Going Postal
You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time
I, in no uncertain terms, absolutely loath the British Broadcasting corporation. The bias they showed throughout the referendum campaign was contemptuous. Constantly giving free and uninterrupted platforms to the Remain camp. Not calling them out on their blatant lies. Yet not allowing any brexiteer to complete a sentence without being interrupted by whichever stooge was presenting. Every campaigner for leave, regardless of the organization they were with, was forced to justify the £350,000,000 a week line which was only being pushed by Vote Leave. A statistic which technically is incorrect. As the true figure is higher. Nevertheless every outer was held to book and forced to justify the strap line of one organization. With which they may not have even been affiliated.

And then there is the fact that the BBC never called out the remain camp for attempting to push the idea that cheaper houses and higher wages would be a bad thing for the young and working people of Britain. Not once did I see a commentator call any remainer out for this. Anyone with half a brain cell knows that for working people higher wages are preferable to suppressed wages. Yet the head of BSE Stuart Rose said clearly that leaving the EU would mean British workers would be more likely to have higher wages. And yet still BSE ran with every household would be £4000 worse of outside the EU. And this blatant double think was never picked up by the BBC.

Foo Fighters - Breakout


Sunday, 17 July 2016

“We're all socialists now...”

FJ, Going Postal
[Sir William Harcourt, often attrib. to  King Edward VIIth.
'Economies of scale' are often urged upon us as reason – almost reason enough – for amalgamating, enlarging, homogenising organisations. In business, I suppose this unexamined premise was, for instance, what fuelled all the mergers and take-overs of the post-war decades. I can still remember being puzzled when Guinness had advertisements in 'Punch' proudly announcing their take-over of Callard & Bowser: why ever should a venerable and highly successful brewer become involved with sweet making? To stay, for a little, with confectionery, in my childhood you could buy chocolate bars made by Cadbury's, or chocolate bars made by Fry's – distinct and different; there was cocoa from Cadbury's, cocoa from Rowntree's, cocoa by Fry's; even, I found, wonderfully silky and rich cocoa by Van Houten; when it came to jelly for one's birthday party, there was Hartley's or the rather superior Rowntree's, which contained the juice of the specified fruit, not merely flavourings and colouring. A little later on, I was to discover and appreciate the subtle but quite distinct tastes of Bass and Worthington to say nothing of Whitbread, Simmond's EIPA (wonderful when well-kept by a decent publican!): then came Allied Breweries and the Watney's inspired 'caskification' of beer (to those who said, but 'what about the oak?' the reply was that the stainless steel cask was lined with oak…). At much the same time, all the distinct marques of cars were being obliterated: you could get an 'MG', but it was much the same as a Hillman, or an Austin, a Wolseley was the same as a Riley… and they all came from Cowley. Cadbury was to become Cadbury Schweppes (fizzy chocolate, anyone? Gin and cocoa?) and more recently has sold out to a vast American conglomerate whose tasteless processed cheese for some inexplicable reason we used to devour as children. There might have been 'Economies of scale', but there was reduction of choice, elimination of difference, discarding of craft, and sheer bigness on all sides.

Saturday, 16 July 2016

The Great Rock and Roll Swindle

Scratch, Going Postal

Trying to think of a title for posting is difficult especially as we are fortunate to have some excellent posters on here whose writing is much better than mine.

Note. I started this piece before the referendum but was so engrossed with the comments on this site I forgot to finish it. (I know nobody reads the comments but Shhh, please don’t tell my dirty secret, I do)

I have been following this blog thingy for a while now, and we have a good mix of ages to share our experiences, thoughts and laughs with. As a more mature poster I like to think back to previous years when life didn’t seem so difficult or problematic.  We had food on the table, kids could play outside, parents gave you a wallop for misbehaving, and so on.  When I was growing up we had punk. I hated it at the time but today listen to it quite frequently as it invoked a new dawn for us youngsters at the time. Now, one of my favourite quotes from the time was by a Mr John Lydon “Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated”. I will answer that at the end of this.

“I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you” Friedrich Nietzsche

Roger Ackroyd, Going Postal
My profession is writing.  I am sure seasoned visitors to this site will know this from my previous offerings but my real (and occasionally paid) profession is indeed writing. Apart from commentary and critiques I have recently had published a work of fiction. Working on it over a number of years I came to a Damascened revelation that fiction writers are, at heart, liars. The writer constructs a world, situations and stories in which he/she persuades the reader to believe. They are just the figments of the writer’s imagination and the trick lies in lying long and hard enough for the reader to keep turning the pages to see what happens next.

Friday, 15 July 2016

What have they done?

Yesterday I had a visit from a friend living in France, I was a little annoyed because she hadn't been able to pick up any shopping for me. I never know when bank holidays are due to working across numerous time zones. Last year I didn't even know it was Easter.

I will go later this morning and in the meantime I'm remembering the France of my youth, a past that is a foreign country.

Swiss Bob

Thursday, 14 July 2016

Maetrik - Walk Alone (Maceo Plex Revenge Mix)


The Movies of My Mind - Part One

Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel –

Guardian Council, Going Postal

A lot has been said about the narrative and how it is being employed in order to control the way the public perceives reality. But what is a narrative and how does it work? I’d like to approach this question from a personal angle if I may.

Many of the esteemed readers of these pages will have a more or less precise idea (lacking that: a gut instinct) of what constitutes the official media narrative and how it is employed. Largely, it revolves around assumptions such as “the science is settled”, “diversity is strength”, “war is peace”, “nothing to do with Islam”, “stronger in” and an assorted array of more such platitudes. When taken at face value, these are employed as self-evident truths that need no justification and may never be questioned – much like Immaculate Conception, suspenders or the idea that the sun revolves around the earth. (Or does it not?)

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Leftfield - Open Up


Hard pounding this, gentlemen; let's see who will pound longest

Colliemum, Going Postal
‘The more things change, the more they remain the same’ is a French quip which applies perfectly to what we’re seeing yet again in our media, now campaigning a l’outrance for Ms May. The self-proclaimed elite is at it yet again, the establishment types thinking they have the God-given right to govern and interfere in people’s lives because they are so very clever and we are not.

I’ve been puzzled for a long time how come that we in the UK have such a tradition of ‘progressive’ critics, well before the international movement of socialists, well before the founding of the Fabian Society, the Labour Party, and the now proliferation NGOs from ‘Hate not Hope’ to ‘No Borders’ and well before social media and hashtag politics. I have come to the conclusion that the prolific, ‘progressive’, 19th century letter writers in British politics and High Society are to blame. Plus ça change indeed …!

Today, technology in the form of TV programmes with the popularisation of ‘experts’ plays a huge role. The ‘experts’ are generally chosen because they don’t challenge the opinion of the group thinkers in our media. Just look at ‘climate change’ and the reporting thereof; or look at the free hand given in the MSM to Blair and the ‘heir to Blair’; look at the way the MSM now try to foist on us the ‘heir to the heir to Blair’ in the form of Ms May.

PMQs with Going Postal, 13th July 2016

Going Postal

PMQs live stream here on Going Postal TV

Morcheeba - "The Sea"


Tuesday, 12 July 2016

The Folly of Intervention

When the Korean War broke out on 25 June 1950, then Prime Minister Clement Atlee was recorded as saying to cabinet secretary Sir Norman Brook that the conflict was "Distant yes, but nonetheless an obligation". And so began Britain's first major post war intervention, one that would claim over a thousand British lives. The 'obligation' as Atlee saw it, was to repel the communist North Korean army from quasi American colony in the south of the Korean peninsula ruled by the US installed dictator Syngman Rhee, whose regime contained many of the collaborators during the Japanese occupation responsible for much brutally including forced sex slaves during the Second World War.

The American presence in their zone of occupation in the divided Korean peninsula saw the deaths of thousands of dissidents. At least 100,000 were murdered by the pro American regime following the outbreak of the war in 1950, the mass graves of which are still being discovered. The war in the three year war would see the deaths of millions of people in brutal fighting and atrocities on both sides such as the No Gun Ri massacre committed by American troops that claimed the lives of 250-300 civilians, mainly women and children. The Americans were said to have used biological warfare and destroyed at least 98% of all structures in North Korea in intense bombing that left a permanent scar on the psyche of the Korean people to this day.

The 1950-53 Korean War would act as a template for Western interventions to come, the murky reasons for war for murky purposes a general, recognisable hallmark. Three years later, Britain, France and Israel would conspire to invade Egypt under a false pretext after its nationalist leader Gamal Abdel Nasser took control of the Suez Canal, something that would be seen as the greatest foreign policy disaster since the Munich Agreement in 1938 and ended in the resignation of the discredited Prime Minister Anthony Eden.


I have always loved snowflakes.  On a chairlift, with your head down into a biting wind, one is allowed about twenty minutes to study them settling on your clothes. They have two classes of symmetry; one is rotational and the other is reflectional.

OldTrout, Going Postal

In Group Theory seemingly disparate things can be classified together by their symmetries.

Snowflakes belong to Dihedral Group D_6, of order 12.  They have six rotational symmetries and six reflectional symmetries.

Let's all Whistle!

Dalester, Going Postal
I’m a whistler. There I have finally said it, the first step to being cured perhaps? I whistle at any time, any place and virtually any melody that I have enjoyed over the last 60 years or so .I whistle sub-consciously, people know where I am because they can hear me. Sometimes my wife, formerly a singer now cursed with MS joins in, she, is not a natural whistler but occasionally I enjoy the duet.

My father was a whistler and apparently so was his father. Sadly I never met my grandfather, he was a Gunner in Mesopotamia during WW1, I have mental images of him whistling whilst manhandling the Limber (think that's what its called) and having his mates join in “Its a long way to Tipperary” or maybe something much ruder.

My Father whistled when he was happy, I think 5 years in XXX Corps traipsing from Egypt, through Sardinia and then through France and Belgium into Holland were not his happiest years but I imagine him whistling to stay cheerful. Certainly, he whistled when he used to drag my Mother and I over the moors on Sundays, walking mile after mile. It was only after he died out on one of his walks that I realised for him, walking, free, unburdened from life's ups and downs was the fulfilment of a promise made to himself at El Alamein, in Normandy or perhaps en route to Arnhem. No more orders, no more stress, just wander and whistle and listen to the Curlew.

Monday, 11 July 2016

After the Battle

Roger Ackroyd, Going Postal
Noel Benson, 19, fresh out of school and like most young men of his type, was pretty keen to get in the driver’s seat of his machine and see what it could do.  It had a powerful engine and drivers needed nerves of steel, eyes in the back of their head and a steady hand to keep it under control. Eager to show off his prowess to his friends he found himself August evening in a jousting contest with someone who was determined to run him off the road. Noel’s luck ran out that day when his vehicle lost control and ended up in a field near Tenterden in Kent. The force of the crash pushed the engine block back through the dashboard and sliced off the lower half of Noel’s torso. The subsequent fire engulfed the vehicle and before the services could get to the scene both the vehicle and Noel’s body had been reduced to ashes.

Noel was one of those who hadn’t bothered to vote in the last election. He couldn’t. He was under age.

Noel Benson died August 28th 1940, as pilot of a Spitfire (N3105) that had been attacked by a German Bf 109. An eyewitness on the ground saw that the Spitfire, now in flames, drop quickly to 1000 feet before leveling out. He believed the pilot deliberately stayed with the machine to ensure that it didn’t crash into any dwellings. “He could have saved himself but he stuck with the plane and crashed into a field just outside Tenterden.  He gave his life to save us all at Leigh Green.”

Preaching with Kipper: Remain Tears

Kipper, Going Postal
The peasants have spoken
I'd like to start by saying, OI POSTMAN YOU LOST, CRY ME A RIVER.

The childish response of remaintards after our glorious vote to leave. Has been in no uncertain terms, absolutely fucking ridiculous. There were protests from the hard left (Whiny Teenagers) against the democratic will of the of the British public. No surprises there then. The Labour party continues to descend into oblivion. There was a petition thingy. The Jocks are piping up again. Bozza fell of the map. But most surprisingly project fear is still in full swing. Meanwhile I'm sat here in rainy Yorkshire, with nothing to do but drink beer and shout at the TV. Oh and gloat, gloating is the best.

I distinctly remember after last years general election seeing images of my peers down in London protesting for democracy, against a democratically elected government. Yeah figure that one out. People, mainly my age, went down in  their thousands to show their utter contempt for democracy. My mate's (thankfully now ex) girlfriend went down to partake in this attack on democracy. A protest where the extreme left desecrated a war memorial dedicated to women in the war. And then Laurie 'it's all about me' Penny said the suffragettes would have hated a democratically elected PM.

West End Girls [Dance Mix] - Pet Shop Boys


Sunday, 10 July 2016

Standing on the shoulders of One Particular Giant

Jamies Magic Torch, Going Postal
We have been so immersed in watching all the political shenanigans recently that we deserve a break.  So make a cup of tea, put your feet up for five minutes, and let me relate to you the story of one of Britain’s greatest scientists, Michael Faraday, whose work is the basis of much that surrounds us today.

First we should remind ourselves of a small number of Faradays many achievements.  His best known work was to transform the understanding of electricity and magnetism.  Before Faraday, electricity and magnetism were seen as somewhat mysterious until he proved they were actually forces.  In 1821 Faraday found that a wire carrying an electric current would rotate continuously around a magnet, showing that unlike any other force, it did not push or pull a magnet directly but instead pushed the wire sideways at a right angle.  Much of Faradays work was speculative research with no practical aim (Faraday saw his work as ‘reading the book of nature’), but his work was to be very influential to future scientists who would take his research and apply it to practical uses, for example, the above mentioned 1821 discovery which was the basis for the electric motor.  That is not to say that all of Faraday’s work was speculative.  He invented a new type of lamp for lighthouses at the request of the English and Welsh lighthouse authority.  The lamp was not only used in many lighthouses but the new Houses of Parliament and Buckingham Palace as well.  Also, early in his career, Faraday had worked alongside prominent scientist Sir Humphry Davy on the invention of the miner’s safety lamp.  Our lives today are dominated by electrical items whose workings can be traced back to Faradays research.  Even the pick-ups in the electric guitar work on principles discovered by Faraday, so be sure to thank him next time you listen to your favourite band (Dylan purists can alternatively curse him for giving Bob the Electric guitar!)

Saturday, 9 July 2016

Des'ree - You Gotta Be


Brexit: The End of the Beginning

Schrödinger's cat, Going Postal
St Nigel of Farage

It is now time to 'Call Time' on my Brexit series.

What has brought me to that conclusion is Nigel Farage's decision to step down as leader of UKIP.

Quite simply, without Nigel, there would have been no Referendum. His leadership in getting us out of the EU has been unparalleled in British history - possibly even in world history.

The Metropolitan Elite intervened to ensure he had no official role within the Leave campaign. Despite that, Leave won by a convincing majority.

This extraordinary man, completely ostracised by these demon manipulators, these oligarchs trying to override a democracy, has doggedly managed to do the seemingly impossible – convince the masses that they were being sold down the river.

He appears pleased to bow out at this stage and we must let him do so, with a huge vote of thanks.

Friday, 8 July 2016

Klingande - Jubel


Outrage, Threats and the Harnessing of Hate as a Political and Social Tool

Coloniescross, Going Postal

Colin Cross had tried his hand at many things, he had been, in turn, a trainee shoe shop manager, a fibre glass moulder, a jobbing builder, a barman, a general labourer, a concrete repair specialist, the manager of a large seaside attraction, an operations manager in the Leisure industry, both in the UK and the Middle East and a salesman of various products.

Having such a varied career had led him to meet many people from all walks of life, some of these people had been reasonable, some had been less so, many had been British, others has been foreign. Being easy going (and a little naive) Colin had, in the main, got along with the vast majority of people he met, but there was a certain type of person that Colin had never been able to fully understand. The kind of person that for whom every event or action was always, somehow, the final straw, the point of no return, the thing that would cause them to make a final stand, to threaten murder, mayhem or worse.  This type of person didn’t understand reason or measured argument, this type of person would often continue to threaten, rant and browbeat, to try to force their point home even in the face of incontrovertible evidence that they were mistaken in their view or were over reacting to an unprecedented degree.

Around the time of the 9/11 attacks on the USA Colin was employed as the General Manager of 3 amusement arcades in an Essex seaside town.

I Love Snowflakes

Guardian Council, Going Postal

So everybody who is anybody was having a jolly good time parading themselves and their right-on-opinions around Whitehall in the sunshine this week-end, collecting social media brownie points by the dozen that could in future be used to pimp up their own very enlightened credentials. How nice for them. But in reality, it’d appear that all too often the aptly misnamed “March for Europe” ended up probing the depths of its own ignorance, and on camera too, like when that bright young thing found herself questioned what she liked most about the EU and after long and laborious pondering had to come up with the NHS. Yes, must try harder, dear! She didn’t call it “our NHS” though, to be fair.

Be it the Republic of Quislington (kudos to whoever came up with that) or climate “scientists” on the EU payroll from Oxford, the usual “antifascist” suspects from Hope Not Hate or the useful lot from The Socialist W**ker – they were all there, present and correct. Everybody was special in the same way, only to take part in what CNN and other propaganda outlets had the nerve to call “a peaceful and colourful protest”. Funny thing that: at least from where I was sitting it looked about as ethnically diverse as an EDL rally (might have been my eyes though) and about as revolutionary as any old Debenhams when the summer sales begin (please mind your elbow, Miss).

Thursday, 7 July 2016

Question Time with Going Postal, 7th July 2016

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

Question Time from Brighton. On the panel: are @TomTugendhat, Charlie Falconer. @SalBrinton, @georgegalloway and Ian Hislop.

A View from the middle . . . .

Burntout Aussie, Going Postal

Should the great grey faceless 'THEY'. . . [ Civil Servants, Officials, Anonymous Bureaucrats, MPs, etc. . .] manage, by their foul machinations; to sabotage the result of the EU referendum, against the will of the democratic majority and somehow succeed in keeping us tied to the EU, . . . UKIP could, more than likely, turn this around in 2020 as they will no doubt be ‘Hoovering ‘up a load of disenchanted and disenfranchised Midlands, Northern and Welsh Labour seats.  Not to mention more than One Million voters in Scotland, who actually voted to Leave the EU. This count is not far fewer than the number who voted for and obtained Fifty Six members of Parliament for the SNP.

A significant number indeed.

It is also a constitutional fact that NO Parliament can force any legally enacted legislation upon a following democratically elected Parliament.

I really DO hope that the great people of the UK who voted to remain, largely and mainly owing to decades of leftie indoctrinated 'Education' and daily negative political mind programming, will realise the truth of the situation and actually LOOK at what the EU is, and has been doing for all this time.

Sophie Germain Prime and Cunningham Chains

OldTrout, Going Postal
Sophie Germain
A Sophie Germain prime is a prime number p such that 2p + 1 is also a prime number.

That is, p : 2p + 1 = q,  where p and q are both prime.  For example, 29 + 29 + 1 = 59.

The sequence begins 2, 3, 5, 11, 23, 29, 41, 53, 83, 89, 113, 131, . . .

Sophie Germain (1776 - 1831) explored these primes whilst working on Fermat's Last Theorem which was finally proved by Wiles in 1995.

A Cunningham Chain (of the first kind) is a sequence of prime numbers such that all except the last are Sophie Germain primes.

A chain of length five is {2, 5, 11, 23, 47}.  A chain of length six is {89, 179, 359, 719, 1439, 2879}.