Saturday, 30 September 2017

I ain’t paying for a film either, part three

As a miserable sod who hates parting with money and with plenty of time on my hands I thought I’d go through the Net and look for short alt films, funded on a shoe string, mainly from Patreon and other crowd source sites. Now we turn to animation.

The Lord Inquisitor - Prologue - 28 Aug 2016

The first eight minutes of a Warhammer 40k fan film. 100% crowd sourced and done out of love. The animation is superb.

Review: Travels in Cultural Nihilism by Stephen Pax Leonard

Bark Kantatas, Going Postal

“One wonders if there are any frontiers or limits to this celebration of diversity.  Is one meant to jump and cheer in the name of anti-racism if we elect a Muslim Prime Minister or if our greatest cathedrals become mosques?”

Travels in Cultural Nihilism has been woefully underpublicized for reasons that will emerge as this review unfolds.  The book came out in March but I hadn’t heard of it until I read about it in the Salisbury Review (SR) at the beginning of this month.

Open letter to the BBC

Gmbd, Going Postal

First thing to get straight is that common sense is not to be confused with far right.
The second thing that needs to be cleared up is that it is not your job to push an agenda, your job is to inform and entertain the populace.
I recognize that the creative activities attract young people who may strive to understand and comment on the world around them, it is to be commended but in searching for an alternate voice some adopt peculiar views, again this is to be commended but it is not necessary to employ all of them.
There does exist a common understanding of pleasantness and humorous ad lib shared by the majority, which majority is well able to take on new ideas.
You must admit that the constant force feeding of sexual divergence is getting a bit stale ?

Friday, 29 September 2017

Deep House Autumn Mix - The Best Of Deep House Music Chill Out

May's September - Big Whoppers and Betrayal

Ang Ryman, Going Postal
The Union Flag - Stars are Absent.

So many lies. Politics: a game of lies and obfuscation. Mrs May has form. “…tens of thousands…” - As Home Secretary she lied about net immigration numbers, convincing many.

Theresa May’s acting prowess is failing her though. The delivery of her lies in the UN speech given on 20th September 2017 lacked conviction. “….. The same is true with terrorism, where again the challenges we face today are vastly different from those of previous eras. When terrorists struck London and Manchester this year, the world saw our cities come together in defiance. Our parliament carries on. Ariana Grande came back to Manchester and sang again. London Bridge is bustling with people. Our communities came together at the Finsbury Park mosque in North London. And Londoners got back on the Tube. The terrorists did not win, for we will never let anyone destroy our way of life…..”  A whopper. A big whopper. The world saw a country reaping the harvest sown by its governing class in deserting its responsibility to control immigration and the nation’s borders. What defiance Mrs May? Are tea lights, songs and holding hands now regarded as ‘defiance’? It’s happened again. And again and again. How quickly are the dead of the Manchester bombing forgotten? Down the memory plughole, like those killed in London.

Ang Ryman. Going Postal
Not Supportive of the British Constitution,
Who does Theresa May Represent?

War Crimes Part 4 – A Far-Right Terrorist Hate Crime

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

This is fiction. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is coincidental. The events outlined have never to my knowledge occurred.

The legal organisation does not exist outside of this story. There may be others whose activities are just as questionable as this fictional account of one man’s persecution and the terrible, fictional repercussions. Some of the locations are real.

This is dedicated to Thames Valley Police who in 2004, allowed two women to die and badly wounded family members to be denied medical aid after a shooting at a family barbecue. This was because Thames Valley Police conducted a safety assessment that was more about protecting its officers, than members of society the Force was supposed to serve. It took 67 minutes before police officers entered the property and 87 minutes before paramedics were allowed in to treat the casualties.

Source Stewart Payne Daily Telegraph 7th October 2004. Telegraph

Thursday, 28 September 2017

National Poetry Day - Alfy

Æthelberht, Going Postal
Infantrymen of the 1/7th Battalion, Queen's Royal Regiment (West Surrey) and a Stuart tank in Grazzanise, Italy, 12 October 1943

In loving memory of my pal Pte Alfred Hudson 6085105 of the 2nd Bn., The Queen's Royal Regiment (West Surrey) killed in action Syria 10th July 1941. Age 27.

Operation PLUTO

Ratcatcher, Going Postal

Whilst discussing the future liberation of Europe in 1942, Lord Louis Moutbatten discussed how fuel could be supplied to an invading army with the Minister in charge of the Petroleum Warfare Department, Geoffrey Lloyd. Previously, fuel had been transported in disposable 4 gallon tins. These had been superseded by coping the German 'Jerrycans' which although reusable, would have meant a considerable burden on men to load and unload from ships as well as the ships themselves presenting a very large and dangerous target during and after what became D Day.
Lloyd was in no doubt, a pipeline could be built that could operate night and day and provide enough fuel for the forces to take harbours where ships could be brought in more safely once the Axis had been forced back in to the mainland.

Wednesday, 27 September 2017

Corbyn and McDonnell - Thick and lazy

jgm2, Going Postal

The problem with the likes of Corbyn, McDonnell, Momentum etc is that they're just fucking lazy. Thick and lazy.

It's not their fault. People in general (and I include myself in that) are just fucking lazy. It's just too much trouble to come up with an original idea or think things through for yourself so we all look around for a short-cut or a Youtube video on how to (say) replace the clutch on your Dyson or whatever.

Labour’s Tiger: The Betrayal of the Working Classes, Part Three

Jonathon Davies, Going Postal

The New Voters

Having thoroughly stabbed in the back the very people it claimed to represent, Labour needs a new core vote to have a chance of winning election. So, who were they to be? Labour under Corbyn were initially pro-Brexit after the referendum, but now seem to have swung around to being pro-single market, and voting against the Great Repeal bill. Mind you, who knows what the policy will be next week. This pleased many a metropolitan metrosexual middle class luvvie in London. Many of them are property millionaires and a far cry from those original supporters from the South Wales valleys. Why worry about the housing crisis when you can get a cheap Polish cleaner? Corbyn himself lives in a house worth over £600,000 and reportedly earns around £140,000. Strangely enough, just under the limit for their proposed cut throat tax rises.

Some Stabbings Are More Equal Than Others

Katabasis, Going Postal

The latest so-called "hate crime" has once again shown up just how worthless our press are. Despite all evidence to the contrary, they have gone with the narrative that it was a "stabbing". The victim himself states he did not know what he had been hit with. It's still a "stabbing". There are absolutely no signs of blood. It's still a "stabbing". You can even watch the footage for yourself and your lying eyes and ears will reveal that he appears to have just a cut on the back of the neck.

Unfortunately I've witnessed several stabbings (and administered first aid to the victims in case where I wasn't dealing directly with the assailant(s)) by both bottles and knives. It is a fully awful experience and if you have seen it happen once (or even just the immediate aftermath) you will never be in doubt in future as to what a "stabbing" actually looks like, especially to the neck.

Tuesday, 26 September 2017

Conservative Punks F**k Off!!! - Part Two

Shibusa, Going postal

After intense rehearsals we played our debut show in a Manchester rock club the following month. Transporting our equipment (2 guitars, 1 bass, 3 amplifiers, 1 PA rig and a full drum kit) in 3 bus trips from Ancoats to Piccadilly was like a long drawn out and very unwatchable Crystal Maze task. Whilst unpacking our gear at the venue American Pete noticed that one of the other bands on the bill was comically entitled “Cowpuncher”
Seething with leftist rage and self righteous indignation, he immediately set about finding a member of the band, anyone, just so that he could “kick their fucking ass” for cruelty to animals. After storming around the venue moaning like an injured bovine he didn’t manage to find any unsuspecting member of Cowpuncher until the soundcheck. By that time however, luckily for them, his coiled spring of resentment and rage had been deflated earlier when he upturned a hot dog vendors cart in an ad-hoc protest against meat eating on Market Street.

Labour’s Tiger: The Betrayal of the Working Classes, Part Two

Jonathon Davies, Going Postal

1997 and All That

Do I have to say any more?

Oh, go on then. Thus began the era of unlimited mass migration, from inside and outside the E.U. Globalists were in charge and didn’t we just know it. What had been a budget surplus under Major (for all his faults) became an eye watering deficit. Profligate spending went through the roof. Low skilled labour was imported by the boat load. Labour courted the middles classes, those that perhaps holidayed in the E.U., and didn’t see the downside of what was happening back home. So much for trade unions. Their members had low wages, couldn’t get jobs due to being undercut. If they complained they were out of the door, an immigrant brought in.

Morality Death Match - Germany vs Trump

You could only have a problem with Donald Trump’s speech at UN headquarters in New York if you were part of the problem.

Guardian Council, Going Postal
Oh, there's people!
Every year after their summer holidays, a speech marathon awaits UN representatives when their colleagues from all over the globe take to the lectern to reflect on the current state of worldly affairs, and particularly their own contributions to them. If this spectacle looks rather stuffy and redundant, it may be in the eye of the beholder.

At EU headquarters in Brussels on the other hand, the third reading of the Light-bulb Act may certainly make hearts beat faster, and the frantic news about over-fulfilled quotas of tractor production will be the stuff of legend for years to come. This may be why outside the Brussels Bubble, nobody likes to laugh about this kind of collective insanity anymore because they find this Continental behemoth just a tad scary, now that President Juncker has let that cat out of the bag.

Monday, 25 September 2017

The Edgehill Camp Spectres

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

Edgehill was the first pitched battle of the English Civil War. It was fought near Edge Hill and Kineton in southern Warwickshire on Sunday, 23 October 1642. The soldiers of both sides were raw and their officers were inexperienced, apart from the few who had won their spurs in the European Wars of the early 17th Century. The Royalist dispositions were slightly uphill to the Parliamentarian forces, but the battle was indecisive and it had been a bloody affair. The fields were scattered with the dead and dying and it was a monumental task for such a rural and sparsely-populated country to deal with and bury the results of slaughter on such a scale.

As the simple country folk continued by day and night to bury the dead and prevent an outbreak of disease, they became aware that the battle was being continued through the hours of darkness.

Labour’s Tiger: The Betrayal of the Working Classes, Part One

Jonathon Davies, Going postal

The Way Things Were

Labour used to be the party of the working man. And I mean the working man. The Labour heartlands of South Wales illustrate this point. It is here that you find the people that Labour was set up for. It was here that the chartist movement began. They asked for a vote for every man (earlier, "every person" but this was dropped due to middle-class pressure) twenty-one years of age, of sound mind, and not undergoing punishment for a crime. They secret ballot to protect the elector in the exercise of his vote. They called for no property qualification for Members of Parliament in order to allow the constituencies to return the man of their choice. Another point was Payment of Members, enabling tradesmen, working men, or other persons of modest means to leave or interrupt their livelihood to attend to the interests of the nation. Finally, equal constituencies, securing the same amount of representation for the same number of electors, instead of allowing less populous constituencies to have as much or more weight than larger ones.

Postcard from Barcelona

Sido, Going Postal

My son works in Barcelona. Things are hotting up Catalonia, what with an "illegal referendum" being held on independence from Spain.

The problem faced by the Spanish authorities, is how to intimidate the Catalonians without causing a stink. You need to get heavy but not attract a lot of attention right?

Sunday, 24 September 2017

Victoriana 9

Tachybaptus, Going Postal

Chapter 9

As the splintering crash of the last falling crate died away, Victoriana opened her eyes. Though her father had taken her once as a special treat to a military tattoo, she had never seen so many large and nasty looking weapons in her life – and they were all pointing at her and her companions.

Postcard from the Lake District

Coloniescross, Going Postal
Rydal Water

There is only one lake in the Lake District, not everyone knows that.

As part of the ongoing 40 things to do when you’ve been married for forty years we took the opportunity of a fine autumn day to visit Rydal Water. Rydal is a smallish “lake” nestling between Grasmere and Ambleside. It is a lovely place and offers a couple of walks around its shore. The one we chose gives a view of the water for about 80% of the time.

Saturday, 23 September 2017

Crawling - Linkin Park

Book Review: "The Myth of the Andalusian Paradise" by Dario Fernandez-Morera

Jonathon Davies, Going Postal
From “El Cid” courtesy of

“The Messenger of Allah … said:… I would like to fight in the way of Allah.… I would be killed, then I would be brought to life, then I would be killed, then I would be brought to life and I would be killed” (21.14.27).”

“The Risala by the “little Malik” al-Qayrawani, discusses jihad only as Holy War (30.1–30.6): “Christians and Jews either accept Islam or pay the jizya; if not, they are to be fought.” (Fernández- Morera, Darío. The Myth of the Andalusian Paradise (p. 25). Intercollegiate Studies Institute. Kindle Edition.)

Medieval Islamic Spain has long been held up by the Left and Arabists as a shining example of the benign rule of Islam and a model of diversity, multiculturalism and integration. As you can tell by the title, the author disagrees. The story goes that the Arab ruler of southern Spain allowed other cultures and religions to flourish alongside a more relaxed form of Islam.

Buddha, by Gmbd

Going Postal

Since first I heard about the Buddha I have been curious about him.
Long, long ago all this mystical stuff was quite the fashion but I would say "Well it is commendable that you should try but I feel if I can't do it after 6 pints it is not really real for me".

Once when I was thinking about this stuff I was playing darts and my consciousness was about two foot above the top of my skull and I could not miss the double or the bull I wanted.
It is real, it is something about a Chakra or something.

Friday, 22 September 2017

Enoch Powell - Ms Rudd takes it lying down

JWP, Going Postal

The House of Commons several days after a bomb has exploded on the London Underground.

JEP: “I thank you Mr Speaker and I am grateful for this opportunity to respond to the Home Secretary.

Mr Speaker, it is a wearisome task to rise once again on such an occasion as this. It is apparent that terrorism is now part and parcel of the daily business of this house just as it has become the daily concern of the country at large. To claim that such outrageous acts as have been perpetrated in recent days are to be expected and that they form part of the landscape of the life of the modern city is a statement that is both objectionable and obscene and it is the more so for all, myself included, who can remember a nation at peace with itself. It is the language of the fool and of the appeaser.

War Crimes Part 3 - Nefarious Activities

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

This is fiction. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is coincidental. The events outlined have never to my knowledge occurred. The legal organisation does not exist outside of this story. There may be others whose activities are just as questionable as this fictional account of one man’s persecution and the terrible, fictional repercussions. Some of the locations are real.

Warberton and his sidekick returned the following morning, as promised. Edge watched the car come up the lane from his observation post in the hedge. It turned in and it was the same routine as yesterday; Warberton got out and made his way to the cottage’s door while the wingman came out of the car and laid the camera on its roof. Edge was amused to see they were both wearing country jackets and Bekina wellies, brand new on expenses from the outdoor shop in Barnstaple. Edge slipped out of cover and came up silently behind the cameraman, reaching over and grabbing the digital SLR. He opened the flap on the camera’s base and removed the battery pack. The sheer speed and commitment of Edge’s move left the cameraman powerless and speechless.

Thursday, 21 September 2017

Question Time with Going Postal, 21st September 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from Bridgwater in Somerset.

On the panel are leader of the Liberal Democrats Vince Cable (communist), Conservative MP Kwasi Kwarteng (communist), Labour MP Jess Phillips (communist), Guardian columnist Paul Mason (communist nutter), and the Daily Telegraph's Brexit editor Dia Chakravarty (communist).


Kipper, Going Postal

This is an image of a quasar. That red dot is Quasar ULAS J1120+0641. ULAS J1120+0641 is 12.9 gigalight-years away from earth. That’s 12.9 billion (12,900,000,000) light years or 760 Septillion (760,000,000,000,000,000,000,000) miles away from earth. Quasars are very cool, not cold, no, they are actually quite the opposite. For instance, the surface of the sun is 5,504 °C, but the centre of a Quasar, well, it is theorised that inside a quasar can be anywhere from 10 to 40 Trillion degrees Celsius. What can possibly occur to generate such immense heat? Friction. Very cool indeed.

Remembering An Old Flame, Part Three

Oddanatomy, Going Postal

Whilst working in Essex I’d had my fair share of treating celebrities and the famous. There was an ex Milky Bar kid, then in his 30’s with dreadful teeth but still living the dream with his John Lennon glasses, the father of one of the blokes from Depeche Mode and most notably Gary Wilmot’s chil-dren's nanny, so I was used to, and not intimidated by, treating prestigious patients. Having Gadaffi standing in front of me was however a slight step up.

Wednesday, 20 September 2017


Coloniescross, Going Postal
Pork Chops, these tasty morsels will have come from an animal that has been well treated, well fed and, when its time came, despatched with “humanity”. Pork Chops can NEVER be either halal or kosher, ENJOY.

So far as I am aware there are only three ways to acquire meat legally in the United Kingdom.

The Moon – With Phil the Test Manager

Following some discussions with various esteemed posters, I was most shocked to find some still think that man has never landed on the moon.  Sadly I am not just talking about Behold a Pale Horse either.  During researching this article I note that opinion polls taken in various locations have shown that between 6% and 20% of Americans, 25% of Britons, and 28% of Russians surveyed believe that the manned landings were faked.

The problem is finding proof.  If you post a picture it is easy to say “Photoshop”, or a video the nay-sayers will argue it is “CGI”.  Indeed, it is very hard to prove many things.

I thought rather than just cover the hoax theories, which are all debunked; I would educate myself, and perhaps others, with a little bit about our moon, before discussing the hoax theories.

Socialism Is Evil. It's Official

A rag-tag army are we. For we who wish to live free and take responsibility for our own destiny do not naturally seek solace in group support or act with a mob by default. It is not in our nature to do this, for it is not how we see the world. Rag-tag individuals who don’t like being told what to do, recoil from orders in preference for making their own choices. Rag-tag individuals who never, never, never shall be slaves.

Ang Ryman, Going Postal
...and my sister's
teachers agree!
Socialists have the advantage of numbers, the many who seek solace and are used by the few. Socialists have the advantage of activists. Activist teachers recruiting in schools, activist professors recruiting in universities and activist bureaucrats recruiting through the expanding welfare state. All of course funded and facilitated by the rag-tag army. At last, on the world stage a voice for that growing rag-tag mass who are awakening to the almost invisible corporatist, globalist chains that restrain them. For the rag-tag army is the hard working people who get up in a morning, go and earn their crust and take responsibility for their families and those close to them.

Tuesday, 19 September 2017

Conservative Punks F**k Off!!! - Part One

Shibusa, Going postal

There is a certain element to some personalities that sometimes predisposes it to form an outlook that on occasion contravenes the expected. The forms by which these appear are infinitesimal in kind, but the mainstay of the concept could be surmised as ‘rebelling against rebelling’ - a veritable internal double bluff.

In my case this manifested itself by adopting a Conservative mindset at the tender age of 15, acquired simply by thinking through economics from first principles, as opposed to following my peers in groupthink and getting behind whatever sounded good. This lay in being completely honest in one's convictions whilst simultaneously being completely at odds with what a normal, rebellious 15 year old should think, but also overtaking my parents on the right side of the political spectrum. True to form, this mode of analysis was in its death throes - conservative hegemony had all but run out of steam after 15 years, and the country, unbeknownst to itself at the time was only 2 years away from voting Labour into power for a 13 year innings.

The good ship "Fridericus Quartus", Part Two

Joe Slater, Going Postal

The good ship “Fru Alida”

Even less well known than Denmark’s triangular trade is the history of Danes and Norwegians as victims of slavery. North African pirate raids were a problem that affected coastal communities all over Europe, including England. This piece by Cato Guhnfeldt on the Norwegian experience is from the Norwegian daily Aftenposten, published in revised version in 2011. Bear in mind that Norway at this time was coupled with Denmark in a union of crowns, in which Denmark was the dominant partner.

“The veil of a forgotten but dramatic chapter in Norway’s history was drawn aside at the Cultural History Museum in Oslo on 12 May. The exhibition spanned the period 1500s to early 1800s, during which Norwegian-Danish merchant vessels in the Mediterranean were hijacked by (pirates of) the so-called Barbary states: Tripoli (today in Libya), Tunisia, Algeria and Morocco. The first three were under the Ottoman Empire. It wasn’t just the Mediterranean. North African pirates ravaged northern Europe too, all the way up to Iceland.

This problem became so severe that the Danish king Frederik IV had to create his own “slavery kitty” (slavekasse) in Copenhagen in 1715 for buying the freedom of Danish-Norwegian sailors in captivity. “It was a humiliation for a Christian king that the nation’s seamen and marines on the king’s warships had to serve as slaves for a Muslim prince,” says Torbjørn Ødegaard, who has researched the subject. Thanks to the slavery kitty, most seafarers in the 1700s were bought free and returned to their home country. Entire ship crews could be trapped for two to three years before returning home. Before the slavery kitty was set up, if you were a captive, it would usually be for 18-20 years or on a lifetime. A few wrote books about their time in “Barbary” after their return. The majority wrote begging the family back home for help. Such letters can be found at the National Archives in Oslo.

Some of the sailors suffered cruel fates, according to Ødegaard. In the 1600s, the robberies mainly used galleys, rowed by thousands of slaves. Many were captured seamen. The galley ships were in practice floating concentration camps, where these slaves had fetters around their feet. They had to row with gloves so that the skin would not slough off. It was forbidden to communicate with other slaves, to prevent rebellion, and they were underfed. If they slacked at the oars, an arm or foot might be cut off pour encourager les autres.

In the 1700s, after the North Africans began to use hijacked merchant ships for piracy, captured seamen were used aboard as sailors, says Ødegaard. Other seamen ended up in hard slave labour building city walls or in agriculture. Young sailor boys in particular ended up as sex objects used by Turkish guards in Tripoli. In one case around in 1800, the European diplomatic corps protested to the Prince, stating that “... such acts are reserved for the female sex.” The guilty guard was arrested and handed over to the diplomats, with the prince’s message that they could do what they wanted with him.

But their fates were varied. While many were tormented from day one, younger, brighter slaves were used in court service. Such was the fate of 19-year-old Hans Jochum Schram from Bergen, who was enslaved in Tunis after the ship “Fru Alida” was captured north of Sardinia in 1747. Schram ended up as a chamber servant of Prince Selemang, the youngest of the country’s princes. He dressed in elegant clothes, lived far more comfortably than a sailor, and had good connections with the prince. In 1750, the freedom of Danish-Norwegian slaves was bought from the “slavery kitty.” Schram cried when he kissed his master’s hand at the farewell. Almost half a year later, he was reunited with his family in Bergen. Later, he wrote a book about his experiences, published in 1791.

The Danish King entered into a peace treaty with the pirate states in 1750, and sent gifts, weapons and annual payments to the North African princes. Nevertheless, outbreaks of violence led to the Danish-Norwegian fleet once bombarding Algiers, and at another time the pirate fleet in Tripoli harbor. Who today would know that Norway was at war with North Africa in the late 1700s?

As many as ten percent of the Nordic slaves may have converted to Islam, Ødegaard says. “If you did, you were a free man, but could not go home.” For most, North Africa became a brutal experience. But many of the prisoners were gifted observers who scrutinized the communities they had come into. When they returned to Scandinavia, they brought back much basic information in areas such as social relations, Islam, rituals, fasting, ramadan and prayer times. These sailors were thus our first experts in Islam.”

It gives a whole new meaning to the word Danegeld, doesn’t it?

Quotation from this slightly adapted translation is at user’s own risk. I take no responsibility for errors of translation.

© Joe Slater

For more on Scandinavia, please see my free book, Kebabville, which can be downloaded here.

Monday, 18 September 2017

Imagine Dragons - Thunder

Postcard from Köln

Wooshy, Going Postal

The York Cohort

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

In 1953 Harry Martingale an apprentice plumber was working in the cellar of the Treasurers House in York. The building had been acquired by the National Trust in 1930 and it required extensive restorative work. Harry was working up a ladder, knocking a hole through the ceiling for central heating pipework. He had fixed the ladder in place and was applying a chisel to the ceiling, when he heard a horn sound in the distance.

Sunday, 17 September 2017

We Must Restore Economic Growth

Going Postal, Godfrey Bloom
The UK is agonising over BREXIT, the debate drags on, the negotiations go nowhere, but we are addressing the wrong problem. Look at the numbers, forget the rhetoric. Small & medium size businesses account for 80% of the U.K. Economy, a figure not too far from that of most industrialised economies. We worry about BREXIT but European exports from the UK account for barely 8%. It is a bit like being a year behind with your mortgage payments but fretting over the milk bill.

What is the main bone of contention for small businessmen & women? Regulation! Heaps of it. There is no aspect of commerce which the State feels it is not duty bound to interfere. Paradoxically neither politicians nor bureaucrats have any experience of small business. The most crippling regulation is employment legislation. It is based entirely on the bizarre assumption that all employers are early Victorian mill owners. That without regulation they would starve & beat their employees unmercifully. Had they experienced real life they would know good employees are solid gold. Employers live in fear of losing them or not being able to attract them in the first place. This is reflected in post war employee benefits the envy of many other parts of the world.

I Learned About Flying From That

Beware of Geeks bearing GIFs, Going Postal

When I was a young boy, I hated flying. I mean, really hated it. I think it was due to a traumatic flying experience on a transatlantic flight to Florida in a 747, back in the seventies. We were unable to avoid a huge storm cell over the Atlantic and the entire plane was bucking like a feral cat held in a stranger’s cuddle and I could see the forks of lightning from outside the window. People were screaming and crying, the fuselage was twisting, luggage fell indiscriminately from the overhead lockers and I remember looking at my mother, her normal, calm angelic face now glistening in sweat and fear as she spoke in strained words to me that everything would be OK. I smelt the very essence of rancid anxiety and knew this wasn’t quite true. I was gripping the armrests as though I myself were keeping the plane in the air, hoping it would assuage the violent effects of the roller coaster ride of what professional aircrew understate as “mild turbulence”.

Saving A Civilisation – the Tenth Century Crisis and Some Lessons for Today

1642again, Going Postal

This article was inspired by a fellow commenter becoming despondent and stating that Western civilisation is finished, no longer possessing the mettle to survive. It’s not a view I share because we have been here before and come through, although that is no cause for complacency because to come through the present existential challenges facing us, we need to learn some hard lessons and adapt accordingly.

I have always been interested in inflexion points in history, moments where everything seems to change together so what went before seems wholly different to what follows. I’m not talking just about political change, or economic change, but deeper change, the change of peoples or their fundamental beliefs as well as economic and other changes. An example would be the period from circa 450 to 600 AD in Western Europe when languages, culture, peoples, states, economies, religions were all completely transformed over half a dozen generations. Another would be 1450 to 1600 AD, not quite as dramatic, but encompassing the Renaissance, Reformation, the emergence of the nation state from the ruins of medieval monarchy, the Age of World Exploration and trade, and the beginning of the modern era.

Jeremy and Seumas in 'Communist, Interrupted'

DH, Going Postal
"I can't do it, Seumas," came the jarring, reedy whine that had come to haunt almost every waking hour of the Labour Party's strategy and communications director for two long years. "It's been tampered with by Zionists."

Seumas Milne sighed but did not look up from the mountain of paperwork haphazardly strewn across his desk in the corner of the Leader of the Opposition's sprawling office within the Palace of Westminster.

"Try starting with the corners, like we discussed, Jeremy" he said, dismissively.

A pregnant pause filled the cavernous, wood paneled office. Milne continued to thumb wearily through a thick pile of correspondence and briefing notes, awaiting the inevitable.

The inevitable happened within half a minute.

Saturday, 16 September 2017

Uncle Bertie, Part One

Roger Ackroyd, Going Postal

It had been several weeks since I had visited my Uncle Bertie and as I walked down the driveway towards the substantial gothic edifice which loomed out from behind the fir trees bordering the front of the house I wondered, not for the first time, how the old fellow could live all alone in such a gruesome dwelling. All alone, that is, except for the live-in housekeeper, Mrs Trout, who put food on the table but seemingly did little else about the house which had steadfastly remained immune to any noticeable cleaning for the last five years.  A gardener, Quint, lived off the estate and to judge by the copious amount of weeds that sprouted through the stones in the driveway had made little or no effort in that direction.

Postcard from Northumberland, No 2

Viciousbutfair, Going Postal

The Northumberland coast is rather wild and windy with relatively few trainers or widescreen TVs to loot. I made a mental note to consider the area a safe space when World's End begins.


Small children are considerably more interested in sheep shit and bubblegum ice cream than they are in ruined castles and freshly smoked kippers.
They will also swim in sub zero temperatures in the sea whilst adults huddle in alcoves wearing Puffa jackets.

How to be an Independent Contractor – With Phil the Test Manager

Going Postal
Many of you will have worked, or are still working in a company as permanent staff. For many, this is where you need to be in life, especially if you are bringing up children or busy looking after a loved one, and need the stability of a regular job.

Some permanent staff will have a respect for the skill and expertise that a professional contractor brings, others just dislike them, usually because they tend to earn a lot more money than themselves, sometimes because the contractor is not what I would call a professional.

I appreciate therefore that there will be people reading this, and their piss will be oiling. (H/T Coloniescross and Colliemum)

It is a simple fact that a company will bring in an external contractor to do a specific role and/or task, sometimes because the resources they currently have are tied up with other important work, or maybe they do not (at least yet) have the necessary skill set to do it in-house. In addition, whilst costly, it is a temporary cost to the business, unlike the very long term cost of a full time employee.

Trip to a museum

We awoke early morning on Saturday 9th of September in the garden of England, Kent specifically. Mrs poofta went to put the kettle on, sighed and said 'we're out of gas'. Ok then, out came the laptop and Google mapped caravan/motorhome outlets and found one in Folkestone, off we set following our satnav heading south from Margate. On passing through Hawkinge I noticed a Battle of Britain museum sign and decided on the roundabout to go take a look. Walking into to the entrance to the building we noticed signs everywhere saying no cameras or mobile phones allowed, when I inquired as to why, it was because of thefts. I was gobsmacked, what scum we have in this world today.

Friday, 15 September 2017

Burning Man 2017


Bobo, Going Postal
All of the following is true.

In the early '90's I lived in Erdington, Birmingham. I had a nice house; a spacious Victorian terrace with Minton Tiles and other original features, downstairs bath and WC, 3B, GFCH, DG, VGC, GSOH, likes long walks by the sea and cosy evenings on the sofa with a good book. But the real selling point for me had been the garden. Although long and narrow, it was not overlooked and got the sun for most of the day. Furthermore it had obviously been lovingly tended for years, if not indeed decades; the lawn was lush and rich, the borders were well stocked with a nice variety of healthy plants and shrubs, and all paving and associated external brickwork was in first class order. It just required some regular maintenance, and it was a joy to sit out in on a summer's eve.

One Saturday in July I was engaged in a little light gardening, a task which I have always found congenial. It was a lovely sunny morning, the birds were chirruping, I was hungover no worse than usual and, on the whole, the day seemed to wear a countenance of bright and beaming affability. All was very much right with my world.

War Crimes Part 2 - Poor Life Choices

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

This is fiction. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is coincidental. The events outlined have never to my knowledge occurred. The legal organisation does not exist outside of this story. There may be others whose activities are just as questionable as this fictional account of one man’s persecution and the terrible, fictional repercussions. Some of the locations are real.

It had been a terrible year for Edge. On the second of January he was arrested in his house at 0600 for causing an affray and actual bodily harm. The arrest related to an incident that had taken place in the Hoppers Inn and County Hotel just outside Bideford in North Devon. It was during a New Year’s Eve party that Moira’s father had been involved in arranging for all of the firm’s workers, a bolt-on to another event that was already taking place at the venue. It had been quite a boisterous affair and the drink had been freely flowing. Edge had made an early start at lunchtime in the pub and needed little in the way of encouragement to delve deeply of the Hoppers Inn.

The true spirit of Britishness

Grimy Miner, Going Postal

Around the country, throughout the year, if you look hard enough you will find an agricultural show.

These shows embody the true spirit of this green and pleasant land. They range from sheepdog trials through sheep and cattle shows to local produce sales.

Thursday, 14 September 2017

Question Time with Going Postal, 14th September 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from Stratford, east London.

The panel includes Conservative work and pensions secretary David Gauke, Labour's shadow women and equalities secretary Dawn Butler, the SNP's deputy leader in the House of Commons Kirsty Blackman, novelist Will Self and broadcaster Julia Hartley-Brewer.

Bo Bo Bolinski, interpretation by EoL

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Fog and FIDO

Rat Catcher, Going Postal

Fog is a bit of a bugger. It reduces visibility, is patchy and is somewhat unpredictable but what is fog?

Fog is condensed water droplets that appear close to the surface of the earth. It is often said that fog is ground borne clouds which is true but fog is created in a slightly different way. Both are created by cooling air but fog is more often that not, caused by cool humid air sitting atop slightly warmer ground that is slowly releasing its heat and therefore evaporating the moisture within. This means that fog is most common in Autumn.
It is often said that warm air holds more moisture than cold air but is this true and if so, why? Well it isn't strictly true. Air that is hot or warm means that the air and the moisture contained within has more internal energy than cooler air. This energy gives the water molecules contained within the air more kinetic energy so they move around more. This movement means that they are less likely to group together and condense which causes water droplets which in turn creates fog. Alongside fog was smog, which is essentially the same as fog except that smoke particles combine with water molecules. Again like fog, warm air gives these particles more kinetic energy which stops them condensing so both can be eased by heating the air.

Argentina - A case study in subversion

Argentina’s slow descent into political madness and social dislocation must have started sometime in the 1960s when the country was at its second apogee. 

Blessed with an abundance of natural resources, the country’s rentier elite had watched the money roll in for over one and a half centuries by then, from agriculture and – in the second half of the 20th century – from capital intensive investment in mining, heavy industries and oil exploitation.

The country was hailed as one of the huge social and economic success stories of its time and – branded “The France of South America” – attracted millions of immigrants from Europe in the late 19th century: Italy and Spain figured most prominently, but the huddled masses of Switzerland, Germany and Wales, were just as eager to become antipodes. Opportunities abounded, and always included the possibility of failure.

Consequently, not everything went swimmingly in the first half of the 20th century, and in the second half neither. But being the Western Hemisphere's first nation to elect a socialist member to parliament in 1904 might be considered the first symptom of a malaise that broke out in full force sixty-five years later. Socialism was something the aforementioned huddled masses brought along with them upon immigration to "the new country", much like today's "refugees" often carry Islam along with them.

The Liar, The Witch and The Wardrobe

oddanatomy, Going Postal
When I took the Libyan job there was nothing in the job description that mentioned furckling around in a dictator’s mouth. Had there been, I still would have signed up.

The position I had been appointed to was actually working as a dentist for the Red Crescent at the National Oil Clinic. Some people I knew had gone to work in Saudi and Kuwait and were doing very nicely but this was the Red Crescent in North Africa and I had to take a ‘pay cut’ . I had no commitments, (or so I thought), in the UK, so the experience seemed worth it and on a two year rolling contract with terminal tax free bonus it seemed a good deal.

I never made the first two years.

The Clinic was a nice modern facility with a dental suite of five surgeries attached to a small hospi-tal with about 30 beds. All around Libya are oil installations and our team was responsible for looking after the workers, some of whom could be travelling for a few days just to get to us. All the treatment was free.
I had Security people come to see me and a chap called Abdessalam Jalloud who had been a powerful influence behind the scenes. I didn’t know who these people were at the time, I’m just glad no treatment went horribly wrong.
I also looked after Embassy staff. The UK obviously didn’t have an Embassy but we had a diplo-matic presence in the Irish Embassy and there were Italians and Germans there as well that I saw. The massive benefit of this was that as well as going to some posh parties, I received gifts, bottles of smuggled in spirits, mainly Ballantines Whiskey, which for some reason seemed to make me pretty popular.

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Cartoons, by Arbeit macht Steuer

Going Postal

The Internet is Simple, Part Four

El Cnutador, Going Postal

The UK, of course, ever keen to gild the lily and gold plate the restrictions that everyone else was putting on the internet, began blocking the torrent sites like The Pirate Bay, through the Cleanfeedsystem. It is interesting to read what Wikipedia says the purpose of Cleanfeed is – to block access to illegal pictures of children, and what its use has also been subverted to. Cleanfeed most likely works by putting an “incorrect” DNS mapping in the local tables of the internet on ramp – you are redirected to a “page not available” website, or receive no response, and I would lay dollars to doughnuts that this is specially logged by a government controlled computer somewhere. The UK has one of the most censored accesses to the internet – I strongly advise you read this writeup .

Our mainstream media has been often complicit in this censorship and control – publicising how the latest Act of Parliament strengthens the protection of our children yet ignoring how they are sometimes helped by filesharing being blocked – many media firms in the news business also have film and music corporate arms that are harmed by filesharing. Very little is made of how free speech is curtailed by the restrictions the UK government has introduced, so very few people are aware of how extensively we are monitored.