Tuesday, 28 February 2017

Michael Gray - Borderline


The Sun

Rat Catcher, Going Postal
A long solar filament erupted and rushed away from the Sun (Oct. 15, 2002)

Ask anybody about the workings of the Sun and some will say that it relies on nuclear fusion for its energy output and there will be nods of agreement and then the conversation will turn to what nice teeth that wonderful Mr. Cox has and isn't Stargazing live the best television ever apart from the need for Dara OBriain to make poor jokes. But is there more to the operation of the Sun? Well of course there is but it's not so straightforward so here's a brief explanation of some of its working.

Monday, 27 February 2017

White House Press Briefing 27th February 2017



Press briefing with Sean Spicer, 6.30 pm.


Coincidence, chance and fate

Here in my little corner of France, we have a communal forest, it is around 200 acres and as a resident i have the right to search for mushrooms and can join La Chasse I used to go tracking with them but seeing how much pastis is quaffed at mid day I think better of it now and I dont know enough about mushrooms to gather them without having to go to the local pharmacy and have them checked if they are edible or not (yes the pharmacist will do that for you here).

But the other thing we get is that although the forest is managed by ONF, the Office nationale des forets, they cut the huge old trees, oaks are typically 150 years old, we get to chop up the crowns and these are distributed amongst those of us who wish to take a share.

Anyway back in 2012 I was allocated a huge old beech, around 1.2m in diameter, still standing as it happened,(they only take the straight ones to sell) and off i went with chainsaw etc.


Sunday, 26 February 2017

Tilda -- A Comedy in Six Acts -- 1.4

Tachybaptus, Going Postal

ACT 1

SCENE 4

A Forest with a Brook running through it. Night. Hounds begin to howl.
Enter HOB, JESS and TILDA up the Brook, wet and shivering, carrying
Bundles.

Saturday, 25 February 2017

Friday, 24 February 2017

Hollow Talk by Choir of Young Believers


The Nuremberg Raid - Part One, The Target for Tonight

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

The Target

Just before 0900 on the morning of the 30th March 1944, one of the most controversial military commanders of WW2 walked down the steps to his underground headquarters.  The bunker was concealed in the beech woods on the crests of the Chiltern Hills, four mile north-west of High Wycombe and it was the headquarters of RAF Bomber Command.  He was Air Chief Marshall, Arthur Travis Harris, Commander in Chief, RAF Bomber Command.  He was known as “Bomber Harris” by the press and the civilian population, “Butch” by his contemporaries because of his bluff, forthright manner and “Butcher Harris” by many of his aircrews.


Thursday, 23 February 2017

Question Time with Going Postal, 23rd February 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from Stoke-n-Trent.

On the panel are

White House Press Briefing 23rd February 2017


Press briefing with Sean Spicer, 7.45 pm.


To revalue, or not to revalue

Truthsayer, Going Postal
Business Rates are in line for a revaluation. It has been all over the news, and of course London is spitting feathers with the most complaining coming from Sadiq Khan (http://theasianpost.co.uk/sadiq-khan-business-rates-reforms-place-our-local-high-streets-under-threat/ ).
Recently a decent article on the matter was actually published in the business pages of the Telegraph (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/02/21/business-rates-good-tax-government-should-stick-guns-revalue/ ) which cut to the chase and encouraged HMG to avoid the customary back-pedalling on these occasions by our usually spineless leaders. Its author clearly hopes that rents will drop because of the the rise in rates, but it is unclear that the modern economy works that way now.
The points made in the Telegraph article were good, but failed to totally hit the mark from a GP reader’s perspective, and did leave a little of the usual invisible elephant in the room unspoken.
London will be hit hardest by the proposed valuation. This is because rates are based on notional rental values. Rental values for business premises have gone up a lot in London. That in turn is because domestic property prices have risen substantially, along with domestic rents.
Business premises have been squeezed as landlords look at the value of land and property in the domestic market, and just sell for a song to developers who can convert the premises to flats, or just demolish the site and build flats from scratch. Brentford in West London seems to be a prime example of this.

Stoke and Copeland By-Elections - Doris does Labour



Wednesday, 22 February 2017

White House Press Briefing 22nd February 2017



Press briefing with Sean Spicer, 6.30 pm.


PMQs with Going Postal, 22nd February 2017

Going Postal
Gif EJ

PMQs live stream here on Going Postal TV.

King's Quest - More Trouble

Cynic, Going Postal
“He’s no less mad,” sighed the Princess Matilda, “even if the madness has taken another form.”  “Well”, said her son, “he seems to have lost interest in blacksmithing and sword making, and even to have lost or forgotten about that sword he went to so much trouble to make.” “Doesn’t that prove that he’s mad?” asked his querulous mother. “Can’t the doctors and the Council be persuaded to see that?”  “Hardly,” said John. “A man, even a King, may have eccentric hobbies and sudden changes of interest, without being judged insane and tipped out of his house or off his throne. To most people he seems fairly normal, albeit rash and eccentric. He’d have to do something really outrageous and leave the ‘people who matter’ as a whole feeling endangered before usurpation would be tolerated. It’s not even as if we’re any more popular, and we certainly don’t have a lot of military force or the means to buy friends.”

“Until he marries and provides a son, although you’re his older cousin you’re still the Heir Apparent. I’d be the Mother of the King.”

Dear Mother, please stop playing Margaret Beaufort and trying to turn me into Henry VII he thought to himself in exasperation. Aloud he said, “Richard’s now promoting patriotism and presenting himself as a King of Justice. There’s certainly enough crime and dissatisfaction to keep him busy.”


Tuesday, 21 February 2017

White House Press Briefing 21st February 2017


Press briefing with Sean Spicer, 6.30 pm.


Off Grid Living, 1945 to 1953

I lived for the first seven years of my life in a hamlet on the western fringe of Salisbury Plain. At about  six hundred and sixty feet above sea level it was a fairly bleak spot in winter but we kids could always find  a sheltered spot to play Later we were to move down to a village in a sheltered valley a few miles away. I was  told that we were high enough to see over the top of Salisbury Cathedral some fifteen miles away.

The house was a small end of terrace cottage that had been, as it was lying empty, requisitioned from the  local estate by the council under The Defence Regulations of 1939.
There was a small passage or lobby inside the front door, ahead was the door to the kitchen with its  blackleaded cast iron range and to the right the door to the living room. The living room had an open fire, a  small pantry off and a door to the stairs. Upstairs was a tiny 'box room', and two bedrooms. There was a  fireplace in each bedroom but these were never used.

All rooms had lino flooring, cold to the feet on a winter's morning but great for sliding on when it was new.  I can't remember any rug except one in front of the fire, certainly no carpets. In those days a rag rug made  from old clothing scraps worked into the mesh of a hessian sack was about as posh as it got. Each external  door had a folded up sack as a doormat.


Monday, 20 February 2017

The XX - You Got The Love


DJ MJ


This is Tony Blair

JWP, Going Postal

This is Tony Blair (full name: Anthony Mohindas Lazarus Agnes Lionel Blair). He is very rich. He was once Prime Minister of Great Britain during which time he was briefly married to the President of the USA. He is now married to a woman who is also very rich. They live in big houses and possess several embarrassingly awful swimsuits. He is thought to enjoy staying at various cottages throughout the countryside and towns of England.

Tony Blair started the People's War, a conflict in which he did not fight but in which ordinary people were sent away to be shot.

It is reported that Tony Blair suffers from total deafness as when great numbers of British persons rose up to oppose his People’s War he did not hear a word.


Sunday, 19 February 2017

Tilda -- A Comedy in Six Acts -- 1.2


ACT 1

SCENE 2

The Manor House in the Village of Sebum. Enter SIR PERCY
MALPRACTICE and his Servant MUDGE.

Saturday, 18 February 2017

Tilda -- A Comedy in Six Acts -- 1.1


TILDA

OR

FORTITUDE REWARDED


A Comedy in Six Acts

by

Tachybaptus



ACT 1

SCENE 1

A Flowery Mead. Enter TILDA, with a Basket.

Thursday, 16 February 2017

President Trump Press Conference, 16th February 2017


Press briefing cancelled, press conference instead. . .


A Dream. A Fantasy. Surely nothing like this could ever happen? Part Five

1642again, Going Postal
The Lord Protector’s government is in the sixth of its seven year term.  The world is still turning as well as changing, much has been achieved, but there have been some set-backs as was inevitable when undertaking such a wholesale transformation of almost every aspect of the UK’s national life and governance.
 
The Lord Protector is sanguine that his efforts are merely the start of a needed longer-term change in the people’s attitudes and behaviours, and as always such matters take longer than one would believe possible.  The greatest challenge remains unpicking the dominant liberal Left group-think which has permeated every aspect of the state and the nation as one can’t replace everybody.  All the Lord Protector can do is hope that a generational shift is underway, that the momentum will be continued by his successors, and so become irreversible.  And here resides his greatest fear – the issue of succession.  Ultimately that is a matter for the reshaped electorate, but some of those around him and outside are urging him to extend his term, but he is weary and caught in a quandary.  Much to think upon.


Wednesday, 15 February 2017

President Trump and PM Netanyahu Press Conference, 15th February 2017


President Trump Participates in a Joint Press Conference with Prime Minister Netanyahu, 5.00 pm.


King's Quest - Toil

Cynic, Going Postal
“Harder, harder, smite harder.” The words echoed and re-echoed in Richard’s mind as he wielded the hammer in  the forge. Was he saying them aloud? Were they what the smith had said to him, or the Wyvern’s words which he  heard in the roar of the flames and the hiss of the bellows?

“Harder, harder, strike harder. Careful there, be precise. Keep the rhythm.” The heat made him feel that he  was being burned alive. His mind whirled, seemingly involved not only in the task of forming the blade on the  anvil, amidst the heat which even the blacksmith declared to be unusually intense, but also in the droning,  moaning, sighing, singing incantations which seemed to echo between William crouched in trance in a corner of  the forge, and the living speaking flames which embodied the Wyvern in the furnace, at least in his  imagination. “A good sword must be sung as well as struck into life. Sing. Let your soul sing .” His will and  his hardened body kept him striking in relentless rhythm as his emotions poured out a babble of words and  feelings which took on the patterns of song, and his spirit seemed to join both the Wyvern and the billet of  glowing iron that he was striking. “Hard, precise, rhythmical; there is no soft or easy way to make a sword or  mend a kingdom or rule it. This Land will not endure a soft or easy ruler. Strike! Feel each blow. It is  yourself as well as your sword and your kingdom that you are shaping. The King and the Land must be One. You  must drive out impurities from yourself and from your kingdom, and shape both to your will and to the needs of  the Land. You free and shape and strengthen and wield your kingdom as you do your sword and yourself.”


Tuesday, 14 February 2017

White House Press Briefing 14th February 2017


Press briefing with Sean Spicer, 6.00 pm.


A reason for reconsidering support for the Red Cross

Joe Slater, Going Postal
Barbro Feldt, a Red Cross volunteer in the Swedish town of Falun, died recently. She went “quickly and unexpectedly,” at the age of 71. Nobody is stating that the events described below killed her. But they probably didn’t help.

Born during the war, Feldt was educated as a lawyer and an economist. On her retirement, she had moved back to Falun, her birthplace in central Sweden, to serve as a volunteer in a Red Cross store. She worked there for nine years and sat on the board of the local Red Cross organisation. Feldt wanted to help other people. She was looking forward to putting in another few years as volunteer at the Kupan store when, out of the blue, her life was turned upside down by a chance encounter.

There was nothing striking about the young immigrant who stepped into the shop on April 4, 2014, and struck up a conversation with her. He came into the Kupan store now and then, but it was the first time that Feldt had met him. He chatted with her. He was called Daban Ibrahim. He was a 23-year-old Iraqi Kurd. And without her knowledge, he secretly filmed their conversation on his mobile phone. They talked about youth unemployment in Sweden. Feldt said that she believed that people should be helped in their place of residence, and that young Swedes should be first in the queue. The unemployment rate among young Swedes was 26.9% at the time. She pointed out that the situation was getting worse the more young people Sweden took in.

Monday, 13 February 2017

President Donald Trump and PM Justin 'Castro' Trudeau Press conference, 13th February 2017


President Trump Participates in a Joint Press Conference with Prime Minister Trudeau at 7.00 pm.


Dripping, to Dripping in Champagne

Coloniescross, Going Postal
Although there has been much to marvel at throughout this week, five things have really piqued my interest. I  had intended for this article to be solely about the recent speakers of the House of Commons and how, by  various means and in a very short period of time the post has become denigrated through corruption,  selfishness, misplaced ego and “liberalism” to such an extent that no one outside the house itself can take it  in any way seriously. But the role of speaker, as so much else in modern politics is now defined as much by  modern mores as it is by tradition. In this way, although tenuous the 5 things mentioned below are linked.

The Famous Five

The historic vote to go ahead and invoke Article 50 (although I am far from certain that the governments’  version of Leave and my version are the same).

The continuing refusal of a left wing judiciary in the USA to support the President of that country in his aim  to make America safe for ALL its legitimate residents.

The jaw dropping outburst in the HoC delivered by John Bercow and aimed at the elected leader of our “greatest ally”.

The news that the daughter of barrister Geoffrey Robertson and chick-lit author Kathy Lette, a certain Ms. Georgie Robertson, is a staunch Corbynista and is poised to take over the leadership of the “yoof” wing of the Labour Party.

Last but not means least, Grumpy Anglers evocative nostalgia piece published recently on this esteemed blog.


Sunday, 12 February 2017

"Colliedays" - holidays with collie

Colliemum, Going Postal
Not a Colliemum collie
Well, after the stories of ‘Holidays with kids’ in the good old days, I did promise to tell you stories of holidays with collies, or rather ‘colliedays’.
I did point out that 2 adults + 2 kids, camping, needed less stuff than 2 adults + 2 collies on holidays in s/c cottages.
It’s true. We ended up having to get a 2nd hand estate car, because the dogs needed bags for their food and their bowls, their beds, blankets, toys, towels, more toys and more towels and sheets to cover the cottage furniture.
Us humans made do with one bag each - but we did need our wellies and foul-weather gear. Those collies, unlike The Princess, didn’t mind rain.

First and foremost came the planning and logistics, to be done by yours truly. Husband wanted to get from A to B - the final holiday destination - involving no more than five hours driving, and always ending up in dog-friendly places so the poor things could stretch their legs. I can tell you: staying overnight on a farm means getting the best food evah! I believe I shall have to write about those experiences another time, it would fill another couple of pages.


Saturday, 11 February 2017

Foraging for food in the Fifties

GrumpyAngler, Going Postal
I was born in 1945, the war had just ended, the world was a very different place then.
As a child food was one of my primary concerns, it was difficult to find enough fuel for the amount of energy  expended. It seems from a photograph. taken when I was perhaps five, that I managed to find enough to be  fairly well covered.

Food at home was simple fare, heavy on bread and potatoes and light on meat unless Dad had been rabbiting. I  remember the rules, meat was once a day and eggs or cheese counted as meat. Bread and butter was with real  butter, bread and jam was with the bright orange hard margarine of those days. Sometimes food came at night,  tins of dried milk or whatever with Military markings rather than the more familiar brand names from the local  shop. Hunger pangs in the evening sometimes were sated by stale bread broken up and soaked in a bowl of sweet  cocoa.
Toast was a staple too, stale bread, doorsteps of it, toasted on a long handled toasting fork in the intense  radiant heat of a wood fire, seared with the heat to caramelise on the surface leaving the middle unharmed  rather than being baked dry in the slow heating of an electric toaster. Liberally spread with dripping and  treated to a generous shake of salt and pepper it was a meal in itself. There's a gap in the market for such  stuff, a hipster café could sell that for a few pounds a slice.
Visits to relatives were not looked forward to, in rural Wiltshire old habits died hard, the local custom  still followed by elderly great aunts was to make rook pie which was disgusting enough and, horror of horrors,  lamb tail stew. Dear God, the stuff we were supposed to eat. Luckily Mum never fed us with it at home, her  cooking of conventional fare was bad enough.
The local shop was a galvanised iron shed tacked onto a house down by the church. Groceries were got for you  from bulk storage, tins of biscuits, sacks of flour, sugar, currants and so on and weighed and dispensed in  paper bags. Sweets were from big jars and sold in paper wrapped into a cone, but, with them being on ration  and our family being poor they were not often had. With my big brother I worked the common racket, then, of  trading some 'points' from Mum's ration book with a cut of any sweets purchased by other kids who had the  money but no points. Another source of sweets was to go to Sunday School and while away an hour looking at the  stained glass or watch the lad from the farm bake the mud and grass mixture on the soles of his hobnailed  boots by resting them on the heating pipe and trying to pull it off in one piece. How I yearned for hobnail  boots ! The big kids had them, you could slide on concrete, kick up sparks and make patterns in mud. I never  did get any, just normal boring shoes, hand me downs, or foot me downs, from big brother or from a jumble  sale. A  Sunday School stamp was currency, no kid went on the annual trip to the seaside without a full book  of stamps. As we never went on the outing anyway the stamps were of no value to us except as an item of trade.   Aniseed balls were favourite, you got a lot for your money, eight a penny I think or two for a farthing. A  popular pastime was to scour the road verges or hedgerows in the hope of finding a beer bottle or pop bottle  which could be taken back to the shop to get the deposit back.


Friday, 10 February 2017

Florian Paetzold - Easy


DJ MJ


King's Quest - Taking and Making Trouble

Cynic, Going Postal
“He’s obviously mad. Something must be done”, declared Princess Matilda to her son John. “If he continues to carry on in this way, he’ll get us all lynched, not just himself.”“You heard about the riot then?” replied her son. “What was he doing there anyway?” she asked.

“The Council were happy enough when he told us that he intended to visit and look into the management of some of the Royal estates in Kent. We thought he was beginning to take things seriously,” said John. However, it seems that after a cursory visit to a few places, he took to burrowing in some long abandoned mine workings. No one can explain why. Maybe the madness is intermittent, like that of George III. He’s not always mad; he even asked some quite sharp and pointed questions at the last Council meeting when that old fool Smithers was trying to explain his budget proposals. Somehow he got into dispute with a group of locals; perhaps they were bandits using the area as a hideout. I don’t think they knew who he was at first, but they saw a gentleman toiling amongst a group of more common people at a pointless task of excavation in an exhausted mine, and they mocked him. When they knew who he was, they mocked all the more. That’s how the fight started. He took a few bruises but his men had the better of the mockers, who departed dragging their injured and vowing vengeance and rebellion. Now Sheriff Bates has the task of tracking them down and hanging them, without enough men to maintain order in the rest of the county, and without sparking another uprising. He is not happy. One good thing seems to have come out of it though. Richard is now training very hard, and practising wrestling and the use of weapons every day with the Guard. They tell me he is becoming quite a good fighter. He’s courageous and determined. They like him.” After a moment John added, “He won’t be easy to put down.”


Thursday, 9 February 2017

Question Time with Going Postal, 9th February 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from Torquay.

On the panel are Conservative MP Claire 'Jihadi' Perry, Labour MP Owen 'soft left' Smith, deputy leader of Ukip Peter Whittle, musician and political activist Billy Bragg (Wankpuffin) and former Conservative politician and novelist Ann Widdecombe (Bob would).

White House Press Briefing 9th February 2017


Press briefing with Sean Spicer, 6.30 pm.


Our BBC And NHS Under Threat - Will You Help?

From: 38 Degrees [action@38degrees.org.uk]
Sent: 08 February 2017 10:18
To:leftardmong@gmail.com
Subject: Our BBC and NHS under threat





Dear You, 

Breaking: the government has tried to slip out the devastating news that our BBC and NHS is to be sold off to big business. Time and time again, the Tories have been planning to sell off our NHS and BBC to the highest bidder among their friends in big business - and now they're trying again!


Wednesday, 8 February 2017

White House Press Briefing 8th February 2017


Press briefing with Sean Spicer, 6.45 pm.


PMQs with Going Postal, 8th February 2017

Going Postal
Gif EJ

PMQs live stream here on Going Postal TV.

King's Quest - At Dragon Hill

Cynic, Going Postal
“Let the King stand forth.  Repeat my words to him so that he understands me. Let him speak his replies aloud so that the Land may hear him.” William uttered the words as they arose in his mind whilst he gazed into the blaze where his inner vision saw the huge form of the Wyvern of Wessex embodied in the flames, its wings flapping and its tail writhing as the flames moved, his attention rapt by the intense power of its eyes.

The circle of men seated on the ground around the great fire on the top of the flat topped man made conical hill nestled just beneath the great form of the White Horse listened in silence as they gazed into the flames.

Slowly the King, who had been sitting beside William, stood and spoke. “I am Richard, King of Wessex. Who are you?”

“I am the Wyvern of Wessex, the Voice of the Land. The Land has need of a King. The Land has summoned you, Richard, to know whether you will be its True King.”

Puzzled, the King responded, “I am the true and only King of Wessex. I am the only son of my father King Henry, who died last year. I have been acknowledged and crowned as his lawful and undisputed successor.”


Tuesday, 7 February 2017

White House Press Briefing 7th February 2017


Press briefing with Sean Spicer, 6.30 pm.


Punching Nazis

Mr Cloud/Rorschach, Going Postal
Nazis, Nazis everywhere
“Hail Trump, hail our people, hail victory!” Richard Spencer exclaimed at the conclusion of a National Policy Institute event following Trump's unexpected victory to Nazi salutes from a number of people in the audience. There is no doubt the sinister fascistic undertones that lie behind such a statement.

Richard Spencer, an effeminate white nationalist who advocates a white ethno-state through "peaceful ethnic cleansing" has worryingly grown in prominence in lockstep with rising popularity of the so called "alt right" movement he helped originate that a portion of the Trump support base subscribes to. A website he helped run once published an essay called "Is Black Genocide Right?".

In short Spencer clearly holds many appalling views, yet I can't say I took any pleasure in seeing him punched in the face while doing an interview. I didn't feel sorry for him due to an innate squeamishness about having any sort of empathy for someone with such abhorrent beliefs. Rather I was deeply disturbed and actually quite horrified by the joy others took in it and how much of the mainstream media tried to justify it and encourage punching more Nazis.

Monday, 6 February 2017

Blondie - Heart Of Glass


Because I can.


Trump's Speech to Senior Commanders and Coalition Representatives


No doubt the MSM will report it as the start of WW III.

The Nigel Farage Show will be in the Featured Comment.



A Happy Wankpuffin Birthday to Going Postal



EJ ©

A Morning Walk

Coloniescross, Going Postal

On most Saturday mornings, even in the winter, Colin Cross is in the habit of taking a walk round to his greenhouse to check on the few plants that are waiting replanting and, sometimes to have a moment of quiet reflection. Saturday the 4th of February was a decent enough day for the time of year so, after completing a few jobs around the house off he went. The village was quite and, as he strolled along, Colin mulled over what had been a particularly turbulent week in politics.

One of the things that had struck Colin was the continuing violent and unhinged response to the election of Donald Trump. True, Mr Trump wouldn’t have been a lot of peoples first choice as leader of the free world, but as a replacement for the inept and deeply flawed Barry O’Bama and as an alternative to the corrupt and mentally unstable Hillary Clinton Colin felt that the USA could have done a great deal worse.


Sunday, 5 February 2017

The Sunday Sermon with Going Postal, 5th February 2017

Going Postal

Hallelujah and happy birthday to us.


What a year. Originally started as little more than a wheeze, here we are a year later with the EU Referendum vote and the US Presidential elections behind us. A momentous year for us, a bad year for the globalists and our respective establishments, a good year for ordinary people looking to influence their lives in elections that are usually no more than lip service to democracy. Not this time, Parliament is once again sovereign, a phrase no longer a meaningless comforter, it is now enshrined in law, ironically by the law of unintended consequences. Thank you Gina Miller. In the US they are now experiencing the novel situation of having a President doing what he said he’d do. The old World Order is a dead parrot.

2017 Will see Presidential Elections in several major European countries, France, Germany and Hungary. A Federal Election in Germany and a General Election in Holland, Britain will continue the process of Brexit, assuming the European Union is still around. We will be here to cover them.


Saturday, 4 February 2017

Happy Birthday Going Postal, One Today


Happy birthday to us. More tomorrow.


Timo Maas - Get Down


DJ MJ


Gangster World

Gmbd, Going Postal
For everybody that exists the world is a confusing place.
Nothing seems to make sense.

"How is it possible that a thing could have no end to its bigness ?
"Why if I imagine the smallest possible thing that I can still imagine dividing it in two"

These questions do not fit properly with the way our immediate sensors tell us what the world is like.

"Well perhaps there are actual things going on that we don't have the sensing organs to feel."

"But we have machines can sense all of the spectrum of radiation"
"We would know if we missed something "

"Perhaps something is not measurable? "
"I don't understand that"


Friday, 3 February 2017

Nirvana - Nevermind - On A Plain


DJ MJ


White House Press Briefing 3rd February 2017


Press briefing with Sean Spicer, 5.30 pm.




Liberal selective outrage and Conservative denial

Mr Cloud, Going Postal

After 8 years of war, drone strikes, coups, regime change and regional destablisation around the globe that has resulted in the deaths of tens of thousands and a displacement of millions all the while a President made himself increasingly powerful, clamping down on anyone daring to act as whistleblower over his actions the liberal conscience has finally stirred following Donald Trump taking office as the 45th President of the United States.

In the space of a couple of weeks, two massive protests were staged across America and in several other countries against Trump with placards waved carrying words like "fascist", "racist", "sexist", "dictator" and suggestions that Trump was planning a new Holocaust this time against Muslims. The Women's March alone was said to be the largest demonstration ever held in the US, while protesters quickly swarmed around airports within hours of President Trump signing an executive order that put in force a "temporary" moratorium on the travel of nationals from "countries of concern", including Iraq, Syria, Yemen and Libya.

Thursday, 2 February 2017

Question Time with Going Postal, 2nd February 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from Wallasey.

On the panel are Conservative Party chairman, Sir Patrick McLoughlin, shadow chief secretary to the Treasury Rebecca Long-Bailey, founding chairman of the counter-extremism think tank Quilliam and LBC presenter Maajid Nawaz, host of Channel 4's Countdown Nick Hewer, and the co-editor of The Conservative Woman website Laura Perrins.


White House Press Briefing 2nd February 2017


Press briefing with Sean Spicer, 5.30 pm

Robin Cook - Ethical Foreign Policy

JWP, Going Postal

Labour had been in power a matter of a few days when Robin Cook preached to the nation on Labour’s big new idea, an Ethical Foreign Policy. I remember thinking at the time that this was novel, strange and very foolish.

Ethics are not ectoplasm. They do not appear from the ether to inform our thoughts, shape our opinions and direct our deeds. Ethics, like morals (are they not the same thing?) require codifying, laying down, carving on tablets of stone before they can be applied, lest we fall foul of the temptation to make it up as we go along.
 
One notable absence from Cook’s speech was any indication which code of ethics we would thereafter be seeking to apply. I believe he was himself a staunch atheist (strange that he should have had a Christian funeral. I suppose even Socialists like to purchase insurance policies) and that would suggest that the ethical code that he would seek to apply in New Labour’s Foreign Policy would not be what we might call “Judaeo-Christian” in nature, but rather something like a Humanist one. To inform myself what this might amount to, I turned to the British Humanist Association where we are told:


Wednesday, 1 February 2017

White House Press Briefing 1st February 2017


Press briefing with Sean Spicer, 6.30 pm

King's Quest - Riding the White Horse

Cynic, Going Postal
The breeze sighed softly as it breathed caressingly over the grass, which rippled, changing colour slightly as it moved and as the light of the moon glimmered through scattered clouds and its shadows played over the smooth and silent earth.  The breath of the Horse was in his nostrils; its blood pulsed through his veins. He was eager to run. His perspective shifted, no longer was he just a man seated on the back of that strangely flowing figure of great antiquity, known as the White Horse of Uffington, cut unknown ages ago into the chalk of the Berkshire Downs. Was it really meant to be a horse? Some considered it to depict a dragon. In either case, he felt that he was riding it, and had indeed become it as it flowed rather than strode through the magic of the night and merged into or traversed the paths of the inner land.

William the Rider was experienced in making these night journeys, although they were not easy nor were their courses entirely of his own volition. This night the feeling was unusually intense, and the vision strong. He felt drawn along at dizzying speed, his consciousness blurring, as if to an unknown destination where his presence was imperiously required.


PMQs with Going Postal, 1st February 2017

Going Postal
Gif EJ

PMQs live stream here on Going Postal TV.