Friday, 30 June 2017

Spoon - Hot Thoughts

The Cuds, Part Two

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

The Pink Mist

There wasn’t much left of the pick-up.  The missile had impacted just behind the cab, which had broken the vehicle in half.  Blackened steel reinforcing hoops from the tyres hung from the wheel hubs.  The small crater from the first strike on the edge of the road had obliterated anything that may have been left of the explosively formed projectile.  There was what looked like a fragment of burned coconut shell at the edge of the crater.  It was what was left of the bomb-layer’s skull.  Second Lieutenant Morse rummaged in his day sack for the digital camera.

Thursday, 29 June 2017

Question Time with Going Postal, 29th June 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from dosshouse-on-sea Hastings.

On the panel are Conservative international trade secretary Liam 'flat share' Fox, Labour MP Stella 'IQ' Creasy, editor-in-chief of The Economist Zanny 'PPE' Minton 'IMF' Beddoes, founder and editor of left-wing news site The Canary Kerry-Anne 'Trigglypuff' Mendoza, and LBC radio host Nick 'no Katie' Ferrari.

White House Press Briefing 29th June 2017

To Leave or not to Leave (That is the Question)

Coloniescross, Going Postal

As the majority of people that won’t read this article will already know we are now over a year into the  protracted process of leaving the European Union.  Just to recap, in June of 2016 the nation was asked, in very  straightforward terms, whether they wished to remain part of the EU or they wished to leave the EU.

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

An Unholy Book, Part One

Cynic, Going Postal
Man and mule were both hot, tired and thirsty as they moved slowly through the harsh landscape of dusty scrub and dry grass sprinkled over its low undulations interspersed with dry valleys and flat topped mesas.The thorny cacti in particular repelled the man, although he was accustomed to them. They appeared to him as upthrust fingers of Satan arising from Hell, contorted into obscene gestures and writhing to grasp sinners to be dragged down to destruction. An idle thought came to him that a flower at the tip of one of these fingers was like the chalice of an unholy communion being sneeringly offered to him by the Evil One. He wondered whether such fancies were themselves delusions of the Devil, snares to divert his soul and distract his mind from holiness and duty, or whether they might be an obscure indication and warning that evil had laid a strong hand on this land and its people, and more of it was about to flower.

PMQs with Going Postal, 28th June 2017

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PMQs live stream here on Going Postal TV.

Tuesday, 27 June 2017

White House Press Briefing 27th June 2017

Operation Manna and Chowhound 1945

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

The Allied Riposte to the Germans' use of Mass Starvation as a Weapon of War

The winter of 1944/45 was known as the “Hunger Winter” in the Netherlands.  The Dutch people had lived in an occupied country for nearly five years.  The Nazis had invaded the Netherlands in 1940 and in those years the Dutch had formed resistance groups, helped Allied airmen who were shot down over their country, watched the aerial battles over their heads by day and night and above everything else, they hoped.  They tended the graves of Allied airmen who had spiralled down in burning bombers to be imbedded in the polders.  German night fighters flew from airfields in the Netherlands.  They hoped for a time when their detested neighbours would be booted out of their country.  In September 1944, the Market Garden operations had turned hope into a reality, only for this to be dashed due to Allied ineptitude, the monstrous ego of an overrated general and a failure to listen to the occupants of the country they were trying to liberate. Despite the Arnhem airborne operations being doomed to failure, the Dutch people had tended-to, hidden and helped to escape, the remnants of the British 1st Airborne Division. And how they suffered for it. Because the railway workers had been ordered to strike by the government in exile in Britain, when Market Garden failed, thousands of men were rounded up and deported to Germany as slave labour.

Monday, 26 June 2017

Vince Staples - Big Fish

A Dystopian Present

PaulyTicker, Going Postal

Sharon made herself a cup of tea, and sat watching the morning breakfast talk show on the tv in the corner of her flat. She pondered whether to open the latest food packet she had been issued, and decided that the contents were probably not really worth eating, there had been an increase in the meat ration over the past few months, but she wasn’t really keen on the taste. Oh for a proper fry up, she thought, and settled for a slice of toast from her two slice daily issue.

As she smeared a slither of her weekly ‘butter’ ration, she thought back to a few years before all food production had been nationalized and foreign trade stopped, proper butter from Ireland, proper bacon from Denmark, what a shame the Danes had succumbed to pressure to stop pig farming.

Sunday, 25 June 2017

Tilda -- A Comedy in Six Acts -- 6.4

Tachybaptus, Going Postal



Outside the State Treasury at Kamysyak. Enter TILDA, ETTY, and two MEN
of the Mongolians, one of them bearing a Horn.

Rejuvenating a Nation

1650again, Going Postal
When I was choosing the subject of my doctoral thesis my first choice was the reign and reforms of King  Cleomenes III (235-222 BC) of Sparta or, more properly, Lakedaimon.  However, my doctoral supervisor wanted  another subject and in the end he won the debate and was probably right.   Nevertheless, I retained an interest  in late Sparta and the attempts of Kings Agis IV and then Cleomenes to restore it from its state of decay, and  in some ways parallels of their struggles can be constructed with the current fallen state of our once great  nation.

The Spartan constitution and way of life was a subject of fascination, and frequently admiration, by ancient  writers and politicians, and even some modern ones.  Its admirers were motivated by its reputed political  stability over many centuries, its constitution containing elements of monarchy, oligarchy and democracy, its  predominant position within Greece over two centuries due to its military prowess, and of course its starring  role in leading the Greeks to victory against the odds during the Persian invasion and later the three-decade  duel to the death with Athens which, again against the odds, it won.

Saturday, 24 June 2017

Lorde - Green Light

The public humiliation of the personification of our constitutional monarchy

Stuart Beaker, Going Postal

When our Monarch delivered the programme of her government from the dais in the House of Lords, there was some  discussion of the significance of her clothes. No-one on here would admit it, but I do think that what she wore  - coat and hat in the colours of the EU, over a simple green and blue dress - was highly significant.  Essentially, she had abandoned the formal robes of the head of our sovereign estate, and wrapped herself in the  flag of the EU, in order to ordain a sequence of legislation and negotiation ostensibly intended to sever the  chains of our political subservience to that institution.

Neither did she wear the Crown of State, or acknowledge her ownership of the Sword and Cap, those other symbols  of our sovereign constitutional dispensation.

Gmbd, learning to drive

Gmbd, Going Postal

My friend taught me to drive.
Not by instruction but observation.
When I was 14 or something a friend of my dad's tried to teach me to drive.
I had no idea of transmission or how it all worked.
This pedal seems to slow it down, this pedal makes it go faster and this pedal makes it stop.
I drove like a girl.
Years later I let my wife drive my car and after a week I needed a new clutch but it was a Vauxhall and changing the clutch on those was a 5 minute job. brilliant design.
I passed my test in Ireland
I approached what seemed to be road works but no lights or anything so I assume it is safe to proceed then tester makes me go around a roundabout and back the way we came.
At this moment a dog decides to attack my car.
I avoid the dog.
"Fuck,fuckety, fuck, the fucking bastard dog, fucking shittity shittity fucking dog "
Then as I approach the road works from this end the only indication is a temporary "Road closed"
"fUCK,fuck, fuCKETY FUCK"
I reverse back to the turning and off we go.
I am convinced that I have failed so I don't care now.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck"
so we are back at the testing station and I am waiting for the refusal.
"Well you passed but if I might make a suggestion that you do not swear so much"

Friday, 23 June 2017

Michael Kiwanuka - Cold Little Heart

London 2053: On the last leg

Guardian Council, Going Postal

Some would say there will be no London in 2053. I’m not so sure.

Resting in her cubicle, or her little bedroom, as she preferred to call it, Charmaine listened attentively to her daughter closing all the door locks from the outside of their apartment on the seventeenth floor of The Covent Garden Estate. She then listened to the clattering of thousands of people marching off to work between Maxine’s opening and closing of the door to the staircase.

“Lovely”, Charmaine thought, “another half an hour and I’ll be on my three legs again.”

She didn’t mind growing things for other people, Charmaine told herself. She certainly wasn’t doing it for the money. She just loved to help people but she was clearly on her last leg with this one. After this, she could not do another one because - face it, love - she was getting old. Already, she was feeling the hots more often every day. She knew what it meant: two years of retirement and then she’d be decommissioned.

The Cuds, Part One

A World of one-thousand-four-hundred years ago,
Separated from us by four-and-a-half hours

Blown Periphery, Going Postal
This is a work of fiction.  Nothing like this has ever or could ever happen.  Any events or resemblance to any  characters living or dead is purely intended
Three hours and fifteen minutes into their shift, the pilot and weapons systems operator of the Reaper drone  were on top of their mission, having been briefed and reminded of their rules of engagement.  They were  comfortable in their air-conditioned module inside a Portakabin, inside a hangar on an RAF base that was within  sight of one of Europe’s finest Medieval, Gothic cathedrals.  Four-thousand-seven-hundred miles away, the  Reaper drone circled in a lazy descending pattern 20,000 feet above the Hindu Kush.
The pilot sat on the left, the weapons systems operator (WSO) on the right.  The female pilot and male WSO each  had two large screens and two smaller ones in front of them.  The top screen showed the Reaper’s position on a  Google map overlay while the bottom one was a monochrome IR display.  On the bottom screen, five dark figures  lurked on the edge of a road that had been built by the Russians, twenty-three years earlier.  Behind them was  a small, walled compound from which they had appeared.  It was pointless speculating as to how someone had  known of this night’s illicit activities or who they were.

Thursday, 22 June 2017

Question Time with Going Postal, 22nd June 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from Plymouth.

On the panel are Conservative justice secretary David Lidington, Labour's shadow health secretary Jonathan Ashworth, the SNP's new (lol) Westminster leader Ian Blackford, businesswoman agitator Gina Miller, and Daily Mail columnist Peter Oborne.

Eric Prydz - Pjanoo

How Did We Get Here, Part Two

Viciousbutfair, Going Postal
The 60s - From Beat to Beatles

Trying to explain the rise of the left from my personal  experiences in the first part of this article I looked at the 1950s.
Post war Britain, genuine austerity amidst rationing, piles of fenced off rubble where Jerry had paid a visit still existed in places.
Teddy boys and Beatniks were the first signs of a new generation trying to forge its own identity.
The Teds were not political, their ideology consisted of jiving, drinking, fighting and a quick shag. If they could combine all four in one day then life was good. They would morph during the late 50s into Rockers and continue in the grand, time honoured tradition.

Beatniks had different roots however, their influence was not rock and roll, they stemmed from the Beat generation, a post war American school of thought.
Their mentors, amongst others, were Jack Kerouac, William Burroughs, James Baldwin and Allen Ginsberg.
They would not be rocking around the clock anytime soon. They listened to Monk, Dizzy Gillespie, Miles Davis, they smoked a bit of dope and they read poetry.
Not Emily Dickinson poetry but angry stuff like Ginsberg’s ‘Howl’. It opens with this;

Thoughts on the Finsbury Park attack

Mr Cloud, Going Postal
In the early hours of Monday, 19th June 2017 a Citroen van from a Pontyclun hire company ploughed into a crowd of Muslim pedestrians in Finsbury Park, North London near to the local mosque leading to the death of one, named as Makram Ali and the maiming of several others - some with life changing injuries. Videos filmed in the immediate aftermath showed a distressing, chaotic scene with bodies strewn all over the ground, including elderly with walking sticks and a man in a wheel chair.

The driver of the seemingly deliberate act was heard apparently screaming "kill me" as an angry crowd surrounded and restrained him and that wanted to "kill all Muslims" and "did his bit". He was later identified after being taken into custody by the police as a 48 year old unemployed man from the Cardiff suburb of Pentwyn. Neighbours described him as "aggressive" and "strange", who on one occasion called a 12 year old Muslim "inbred". It is alleged that in an incident in a pub in Cardiff the day before the attack which led him being thrown out, that he ranted about his hatred of Muslims and seemed particularly exercised by the al Quds Day march planned for Sunday in London which he declared he was "going to do something about them" while seen taking notes. 

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Progressive Politics, Polarisation and Populism, Part Three

Coloniescross, Going Postal
When I started this series of 3 articles I had no idea that before they were finished we would be seeing a wave of populism in our politics that hasn’t been there for a very long time.

The Sudden Popularity of Populism

Britain, reeling from a couple of Islamic terror attacks carried out by Muslim men, inspired by the Qu’uran and egged on by crazed ISIL propagandists was fast approaching a General Election. We weren’t to know at the time but this election would see UKIP implode. Leave voters would revert to their tribal ways and vote Tory or Labour. Both factions doing so, I imagine, in a frantic bid to keep the other out of power. Over 80% of those who voted did so for one of these two main parties. I write this to provide some context for this article.

We were already seeing, in the early stages of campaigning, a lack lustre complacent performance from a somewhat shy and inept incumbent Prime Minister. This was in stark contrast to a challenger who “came out of his shell” so to speak. The Tories were, theoretically at least, guaranteed a landslide but in the background a certain John McDonnell kept telling anyone who would listen;  “Just wait, when Jeremy gets to the hustings and starts speaking to people you’ll see what he’s really like. He’s honest and genuine and people will vote for him. We will win this election”.

The State Opening of Parliament

The State Opening of Parliament marks the formal start of the parliamentary year and the Queen's Speech sets out the government’s agenda for the coming session, outlining proposed policies and legislation. It is the only regular occasion when the three constituent parts of Parliament – the Sovereign, the House of Lords and the House of Commons – meet.

See Going Postal TV.

Tuesday, 20 June 2017

White House Press Briefing 20th June 2017

The Constantinople Campaign, Part Two

Cynic, Going Postal

Next morning Richard and his manservant Dixon, who had accompanied him throughout the campaign, and given a  good account of himself in battle at Richard's side on several occasions, were driven in a two horse carriage  to the airfield outside the city where the great airship Bismarck was tethered. They went aboard, and as Dixon  settled Richard's baggage into his cabin, Richard checked that the trunks and chests of soldiers mail and  diplomatic baggage for which he was responsible had been properly stowed. He exchanged greetings with his  colleagues from Yorkshire and Wessex, who were about similar business, and whom he knew well.They nodded to  their equivalents from Serbia, Montenegro, some of the north Italian city states, Spain, Portugal and France  who would be landed before they reached Britain,stopping at Winchester, Tamworth and York.The Scandinavians  would be the last to leave before the airship finally reached Berlin. Richard was looking forward to the trip.  He wanted to get home to visit his family, but he knew from experience that the food, drink, service and  conversation were likely to be congenial. He intended to talk to his foreign colleagues and obtain what news  and gossip was available, particularly anything that might be useful for his intended book about the war.It  would be pleasant to sit with good companions, enjoying a meal, or a fine vintage as they chatted and looked  out over the landscape moving slowly beneath them.

Monday, 19 June 2017

Progressive Politics, Polarisation and Populism, Part Two II

Coloniescross, Going Postal
Cont. from part two. In recent years we have seen the rise of what is known as the pressure group. Entitled people with an axe to grind and a perception of persecution have taken up minority causes and brought them to the attention of everyone. These people are (you guessed it) progressives. They don’t care in any way that what they lobby for might offend or outrage because they are always right. “Gay” rights are one such cause. Homosexuality was legalised, firstly between consenting adults in 1967 and then from 2001 between anyone over 16 years old. For many people, due to religious or personal belief this was a problem. Some don’t believe homosexuality is really a “thing”, others believe that so long as it’s done in private and consent is involved it’s fine and others are repulsed by the thought of the type(s) of sex “gay” people indulge in. All I believe are entitled to their opinion, that’s human nature, people have brains and they use them, some of the time to think and to form (rightly or wrongly) opinions.

An abridged history of the atomic model

Towards the end of the 19th century, scientists were considering the structure of the atom. The atom was deemed  to be a tiny piece of matter which helped answer questions regarding spectroscopy. Spectroscopy being the  interaction between matter and electromagnetic radiation which includes light. Atoms of different material  absorb and emit different wavelengths of electromagnetic radiation - this was how helium was detected in the  Sun before it was detected on Earth hence its name originating from Helos, the Sun.

J. J. Thomson believed the atom to be an indivisible piece of matter which, owing to the earlier discovery that  electrons have a negative charge, would be made up of a physically larger substrate that was positively charged  - it had been suggested that atoms were electrically neutral and the electrons would cancel out the charge of  the positive substrate. The electrons in Thomson's model were thought to orbit within the substrate and so the  model became known as the 'plum pudding' model. This model had a couple of problems and the arguments against  it would not go away. To begin with, anything in circular motion is in a state of constant acceleration. To  clear up any confusion, acceleration is defined as a change in velocity (over time) where velocity is defined  as a speed with a direction. This means that a change in direction without a change in speed can be called  acceleration. So for electrons to orbit within a sphere, they would need to constantly change direction so as  not to fly out of the sphere and are therefore in a state of constant acceleration. All of this requires  energy.
Secondly, any acceleration of a charged particle like an electron will emit radiation of some type but, with  the exception of some, atoms do not emit radiation.
These problems did not stop the theory becoming accepted in many quarters as it mostly fitted the bill and  worked with the Periodic Table nicely however not everybody was a believer.

Sunday, 18 June 2017

Tilda -- A Comedy in Six Acts -- 6.3

Tachybaptus, Going Postal



The House of Gulag. The following morning. TILDA and ETTY are sleeping.
TILDA awakes.

Saturday, 17 June 2017

Grenfell: The Dianafication of Politics

Colliemum, Going Postal

Remember Tony Blair? Of course you do! Remember the ‘death of the People’s Princess’? Of course you do - even thought this was 20 years ago now.
Well - let’s make a list of what has happened since then:
Stiff upper lip has gone, replaced by a veritable industry of grief. The mountain of flowers at Kensington palace was the start of a new attitude on grief, and it’s now world-wide, as we observe after every single mass murder by jihadis: flowers, teddy bears, tea lights … with the modern addition (there were no interwebz or social meejah 20 years ago) of hashtags and profile photos and everybody tweeting (even the atheists) #PrayforXXXXX .
1997 is the year it started - and it’s as if today’s generation needs to revive and relive that time of “grief”.
There’s however another aspect to this Dianafication, and we can lay it squarely at the feet of His Tonyhood and Labour: their propaganda machine, aided and abetted even then by Al Beeb (which we still called ‘BBC’ with reverence), and that is the quick designation of a person on whom to pour out hatred and vilification by the ‘grieving’ masses. Actual facts don’t come into it. Twenty years ago it was the Queen. His Tonyhood, clever politician that he his, noted quickly that attacking the queen might play well in London and his Labour clientele, but wasn’t a good image for the rest of the country, so, after having kicked that off he quickly pedalled back and elevated himself to the ‘saviour of the monarchy’.

Gmbd, Honesty

Going Postal

I don't want to sound boastful but I think I started very early.
All I ever did was think.
I thought within my capabilities but the important thing that you need to understand is that I was HONEST.
HONEST with myself.
there was not a single place in my entire memory or thinking where I could not go.
That is because I was HONEST.

Friday, 16 June 2017

The Doors - Light My Fire

London 2053: June in June

Guardian Council, Going Postal

Some would say there will be no London in the year 2053.
Well, I’m not so sure.

One day in June, Maxine woke up wondering about politics and found this weally sick. The Shuffle was due next Thursday but she had never wondered what to vote before. Like most people, she thought it didn’t weally matter. She just intuitively assumed that it was better to vote Hearts, and since her mum voted Hearts, Maxine voted Hearts, so there.

On most days, Maxine woke up wondering what to do first, check her phone or take her sonic shower but today, no such luck. She knew she was being obsessive but she couldn’t stop worrying about The Shuffle. She found this idiotic because thinking about politics was a waste of time and energy. Everybody knew that. What difference did it make anyway? None whatsoever, Maxine told herself and turned on the sonic shower.

As she lay in her cubicle on the seventeenth floor of The Covent Garden Estate, she asked herself why people bothered to call these things bedrooms. They were wall-mounted sleeping modules between the sonic loo and the kitchen sink. But hey, this was today’s world and everybody slept in cubicles so why not get used to it, Maxine told herself.

Fairey Battle – The slaughter of the RAF’s Advanced Air Striking force, May 1940

Blown Periphery, Going Postal
Some of you may recognise the box art from the old Airfix Fairey Battle kit.
12 Squadron aircraft going in against the bridges over the Albert Canal.

“Good-morning, good-morning!” the General said
When we met him last week on our way to the line.
Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of 'em dead,
And we're cursing his staff for incompetent swine.
“He's a cheery old card,” grunted Harry to Jack
As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.
But he did for them both by his plan of attack.

Siegfried Sassoon

Having read Rat Catcher’s excellent essay on the Rolls Royce Merlin engine, I asked why some aircraft such as  the Fairey Battle were so hopeless, despite having this outstanding engine.  Thomson’s Hankey nailed it: too  big an aircraft, three crew and a single engine.  I decided to do some research on the Fairey Battle light  bomber and uncovered a sad, depressing and all too frequent story of British Service personnel sacrificed  needlessly because of inferior equipment, coupled with senior officers’ incompetence.

Thursday, 15 June 2017

Question Time with Going Postal, 15th June 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from Coventry.

On the panel are Conservative defence minister Tobias 'wankpuffin' Ellwood, Labour's shadow foreign secretary Emily 'wankpuffin' Thornberry, Lib Dem former health minister Norman 'wankpuffin' Lamb, co-founder of the Conservative Woman website Laura 'wankpuffin' Perrins, and Rob 'wankpuffin' Delaney, comedian, writer and star of the sitcom Catastrophe.

Solutions to Intractable Problems

Wycombewanderer, Going Postal

Well we all know what should be done, we all know the solution to having fewer muslim terrorist attacks is to have fewer muslims, the evidence is plain to see from Warsaw to Tokyo.
We can also see another way, there are few terrorist attacks in cities such as Riyadh and Qatar, but that means adopting a regime as bad as the terrorists.
Oman where my brother lives follow a different strain of Islam but they are disliked by both sunni and shia, so i think their days are numbered to be honest. (my brother's wife is Slovakian so he will retire there next year).

Carbon: Nature's Lego Brick, Part Two

Dr Mike Finnley, Going Postal

Carbon: Fizz, Farts and Fatality

In the first part we looked at just the carbon atom and how it formed the two allotrope’s diamond and graphite.

In this article we’ll look at how carbon ‘gets along’ with other elements to form simple molecules.

If you recall from part 1 carbon has four  valence electrons. These are the electrons that ‘orbit’ in the outer-most shell of an atom.

Now, it turns out that atoms are like Humans. Lazy buggers. They like to have full stomachs and do nothing! A full stomach for an atom is having eight electrons in its outer-shell. Once an atom has eight electrons it stops bonding with other atoms and becomes stable. If it has less, then it’s looking for a mate. This is called the ‘octet rule’. Carbon has four…

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

1 Madder - Groove Armada

How Did We Get Here, Part One

Vicoiusbutfair, Going Postal

Not an evolutionary quest, merely a vicious but fair potted attempt to assess the rise of left wing dogma and its effect on our lives today.

Following Theresa May’s recent undertaking to audition for the post of England football team manager where she vowed not to have any practical game plan, ever, but also refused to practise penalties or even to use a ball in training sessions, I found myself ‘reviewing the situation’.
Clever fucker was Lionel Bart, he penned these rather prescient lines, lyrics for our times, in that well known Oliver tune;

The Constantinople Campaign, Part One

Cynic, Going Postal

The Eagles' New Eyrie

The celebrations had been spectacular and prolonged. Everywhere one looked there seemed to be flags and images of double headed eagles, in various combinations of gold, black, silver,white, red, yellow and blue - a heraldic extravaganza on a single theme. They had been carried as standards by the troops as they marched in procession through the streets. They served as backdrops to the Royal and Illustrious personages who had traveled so far to greet each other, be seen by their troops and attend long and magnificent, if little understood, services in the incense scented cathedral. They were threaded across the streets, around squares, over doorways,in trees, and most thickly and colourfully draped over the front and from the minarets of Hagia Sophia, and the Topkapi Palace. Indeed, the utility of the minarets as flagpoles had helped to preserve them, against the desires of those who had wished to demolish them as Islamic excrescences spoiling the original design. The firework displays had also featured these magnificent birds in many colours. The cannon had roared victory salutes, the eminent personages had driven around in their carriages of state to the cheers of the crowd - not many of whom were locals, the lesser persons had enjoyed the free food and wine.It was certainly a historic occasion, the celebration of the liberation of the great city of Constantinople after well over a millennium under the Mohammedan yoke. No doubt the new day would bring it's headaches, hangovers for the simpler souls and knotty matters of diplomacy, protocol, strategy, logistics, planning and business for the men who made made things happen; whilst the remaining Muslim inhabitants were mustered again in their work groups to continue their new campaign to clean up the accumulated grime and repair the neglect of centuries, under the orders, eyes, boots, fists and canes of their new German masters.

Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Election of Commons Speaker with Going Postal

Going Postal

MPs elect the Speaker from amongst their own ranks. The House must elect a Speaker at the beginning of each new parliamentary term after a general election, or after the death or resignation of the incumbent. Once elected, a Speaker continues in office until the dissolution of Parliament, unless he or she resigns prior to this. Customarily, the House re-elects Speakers who desire to continue in office for more than one term. Theoretically, the House could vote against re-electing a Speaker, but such an event is extremely unlikely.


Progressive Politics, Polarisation and Populism, Part Two

Coloniescross, Going Postal
“Progressive” politics has become the engine which has led, possibly inadvertently, to the current polarisation of the United Kingdom. Nothing else has had such a far reaching and detrimental effect on our nation, its people and its culture. One of the great dichotomies of the progressive agenda is that although it purports to be all about freedom it actually enslaves those that promote and support it.

We have just had a General Election where over 80% of people who bothered to vote voted for one of two parties. One of these parties, the more progressive one, managed to win over 260 seats in the House of Commons by promising to end austerity, abolish tuition fees, recreate the big state and, above all, to progressively tax the job creators and the wealthy entrepreneurs of our nation. The other party, the slightly less progressive one, won 318 seats by promising to continue austerity and by appearing to attack its own core support. Both of these parties are committed to massive numbers of immigrants coming into the UK, a growing Overseas Aid Budget, saving “our” NHS and the maintaining of a massive welfare state. These are all considered to be progressive policies.

Monday, 12 June 2017

White House Press Briefing 12th June 2017

Press Briefing with Press Secretary Sean Spicer 7.00 pm.

Memories Of A Lion Fish

Dr Mike Finnley

We all have to live with regret. A terrible by-product of memory is nostalgia. Just like the dressing of a Christmas tree past, memories only seem to become pertinent with age.

My Grandfather’s great passion was fly fishing.

He made for myself and my cousin a fishing-rod each. I can almost recall each of the ‘eyelets’ beautifully bound to a cane rod. Sadly, I abused mine while my cousin learned to successfully use his.

Sunday, 11 June 2017

Tilda -- A Comedy in Six Acts -- 6.2

Tachybaptus, Going Postal



A Tower in the State Treasury at Kamysyak, near Astrakhan. Enter GROBAG

Thirty Years Later – With Phil the test manager

Going Postal
This is dedicated to all those Going Postalliers that were brutally taken away from us during the 2020 purge by the Muslims.  Those who attended the 2020 “Piss-up in a brewery” and were slaughtered.  We pay homage to Swiss French Bob, the Sarge who valiantly took down 10 of the bastards, to MJ Bunglefever, who died whilst still playing music and Combat Dave, the Buttscatcher Jimmy and Rotherham Pufta and Jesus.  We remember also Mr HogwartsBukkake and Guardians Quitter, who were caught later that year with knitted penis’s and died whilst serving time in the Gulag in Tower Hamlets, they never did get the chance to talk about it.  We shall remember Old Trout, Judas was Paid, ColloniesCross and Mr Cloud, who just disappeared one day, never to be seen again.  To those like Kipper and Bob Crow, who were slaughtered just because they had some pictures of ladiez.  This is also dedicated to all those who never posted much, but read the comments (despite it being against the rules) and up-ticking.  We miss you all.

Saturday, 10 June 2017

A Cautionary Tale

Theresa May
Who pretended to be Prime Minister

Tachybaptus, Going Postal

My child, behold Theresa May,
Who threw a winning hand away.

Let Me Count The Ways...

Vir Cantii, Going Postal

... in which the Conservatives screwed this up.

Or, more specifically, how the Wets screwed this up for us proper Conservatives.

Or, just another post-election stream of consciousness.

There are many reasons why this General Election was such a mess for Theresa May, some of which are down to the effectiveness of the Labour campaign; Maomentum's efforts to control the narrative were clearly more effective than some of us expected. Even so, this was May's election to lose and the seeds of that disaster were planted, in some cases, many years before she walked into Number 10.

Let's start with the recent stuff....