Tuesday, 17 October 2017

"Should I Stay Or Should I Go?" Martin Mezger for Going Postal

Martin Mezger, Going Postal

Part Three

This is the part of this little trilogy that I found the hardest to write, because it forces me (and thus you) to confront the possibility that we, as a nation and as aware, responsible individuals, will be unable to thwart the threat that Islam now poses.

If we fail to wake enough people up, we will assuredly go under; demography alone makes this an entirely inevitable outcome.


Monday, 16 October 2017

Rag'n'Bone Man - As You Are


The EU is Doomed, Part Two

Jonathon Davies, Going Postal

Invaders and immigration

Peter Heather in The Fall of the Roman Empire (2005) lays the blame on failure to deal with external threats from the Persian Sassanid Empire in the East. Roman military misadventures in the East cost huge sums of money and bogged down 20%-25% of its army. Sound familiar? It took 50 years to come to terms with this threat. How long have we had troops in Iraq and Afghanistan? How long has Syria been rumbling on? Added to this, writes Heather, were the later Germanic invasions which finally broke the Empire.


Postcard from Thirlmere

Thirlmere is not on the list of 40 things to do when you have been married for forty years, but, being rebels, we went there anyway. If you like to really “get away” from it all then Thirlmere is the “lake” for you. We parked at Station Coppice, which is a handy place to start the walk, but be aware; parking is to be paid for.

Some Driftwood

Thirlmere is actually a reservoir, there was a small lake before the reservoir was created, called Leathes or Wythburn Water but a dam was constructed and Thirlmere was the result. The circular walk is around 10 miles, but not very well signed so there is an opportunity to get a bit lost and you might end up doing a bit more than 10. Some of the walk is away from the lakeside, but don’t let this put you off.

Sunday, 15 October 2017

The Agentic State

70s_girl, Going Postal

A few weeks ago someone on GP (sorry can’t remember who it was) mentioned that Experimenter, a 2015 film about social psychologist Stanley Milgram, was on Film 4, later that night. I recorded it and got round to watching it a few days ago and I thoroughly recommend it. It reveals something rather disturbing about the state we’re in as a country, and as a society.

For those who don’t know, Milgram conducted a famous obedience to authority experiment in the early 60s, at a time when Nazi war crimes were in the public eye, with the trial of Adolph Eichmann taking place in Jerusalem. Eichmann did not deny what he had done in the war, quite the opposite and he used this as his “defence” in that everything he did, was at the specific request of a superior, that he was only obeying orders. In Milgram’s study, volunteers were given simple, matter of fact instructions to administer an escalating series of electric shocks, to an individual in the next room, whenever they gave the wrong answer to a basic memory test question. This was a person whom they’d just met and believed was also a volunteer, and that they had both been randomly given the role of either “Learner” or “Teacher” for the test.


Victoriana 12

Tachybaptus, Going Postal


Chapter 12

Rusty did not hesitate. With the briefest of glances at the map, he shouted ‘That one!’ and pointed at the easternmost of the three holes. Irving picked up Victoriana and Fingers seized Rusty, and they bolted for the geyser with Molotok’s gang in pursuit.
As they approached the hole, to their relief they saw a doorway in the wall with an iron door standing open, through which they flung themselves. Fingers slammed the door shut, dropped the bar to lock it, and looked around for a way of securing it more firmly.
There were rails running through the doorway, and inside was a small truck filled with broken stone. With a convulsive effort the four of them managed to get it moving down the slight slope towards the door. It crunched into the iron panels, which were already beginning to resound with the battering of Molotok’s men. Fingers spun the handwheel that applied the brakes, and Irving put stones under the wheels for good measure. ‘Dat’ll hold ’em f’r a bit,’ he said.

Saturday, 14 October 2017

The Angels of Mons

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

The British Expeditionary Force (BEF) had its first major engagement on 22nd – 23rd August 1914. The “Contemptable Little Army” although heavily outnumbered by the Germans, stopped their advance and repulsed them at the Battle of Mons. The Germans attempted to outflank the BEF the following day, causing the British to fall back into a retreat. At the time this was widely perceived as one of the pivotal moments of the Great War and effectively stopped the Schlieffen Plan in its tracks. It also, despite the censorship in Great Britain at the time, proved that defeating the Germans and getting the boys home by Christmas, wasn’t going to be as easy as first thought.

A Wankpuffin's Guide to Vaping

RedBudgie, Going Postal

Congratulations you lucky sods! All the hard work has been done for you already.

Over the last 6 or so years vaping has seen an uptake in the UK and it is estimated that more than 2 million subjects now vape instead of smoke.

This is a good thing, unless you are in the NHS planning Department and 2 million people living longer screws up your "models".

I digress.


Gmbd, Wakefield, in Yorkshire

Going Postal

I was dragged up in Wakefield.
I was fortunate to like hearing about stuff at school and so the eleven plus was a doddle and then they gave me a grammar school education for which I am eternally grateful.

Thank you. Thank you for that.


Friday, 13 October 2017

Calvin Harris - Feels


War Crimes Part 6 – Morrison’s Story

Blown Periphery, Going Postal
"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."
This is fiction. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is coincidental. The events outlined have never to my knowledge occurred.

Morrison came down to breakfast and looked at the offerings the Pacific Plaza hotel had laid out for their delectation. He baulked at the fried rice and eggs and knew that misery followed the consumption of the freshly peeled fruit on ice. He settled for white rolls and conserve. Even with the air conditioning, it was getting hot and immensely humid and it had rained for most of the night. He saw Mitchell dressed similarly to himself in a dark suit. Opel Canyon Securities insisted that all of its operatives dressed in dark suits for city business and airport runs, a lightweight linen suit for work in the field. Smart professionalism at all times. He joined Mitchell at the table and ordered coffee from the Philippino waitress, slightly puzzled.

Thursday, 12 October 2017

Question Time with Going Postal, 12th October 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from Belfast.

On the panel are the creator of Yes Minister and Yes, Prime Minister Jonathan Lynn, Conservative former Cabinet minister Theresa Villiers, Labour's shadow Northern Ireland secretary Owen Smith, the DUP's director of elections Simon Hamilton and Sinn Fein's John O'Dowd.

Paris: in search of a different kind of migrant

Polar Opposite, Going Postal

Some 25 years ago I was sitting in a café/restaurant on the Avenue Trudaine in Paris, eating a starter of ‘des carrots’, the only thing I understood on the handwritten menu. It was a small place, styled in darkish wood, with one customer: me. I was sitting at a table on a raised wooden platform at the back, but still only about ten feet from a large window facing the street.

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Embrace the Puffin

Grimy Miner, Going Postal

We are all here by the grace of our avian host, the famous Wankpuffin, but how many of us have embraced the Puffin in our everyday lives? Not many, I'd hazard a guess.

I decided to trawl through the interweb thingy for ways in which we can all enrich (now there's a word that is much overused) our lives by “going Puffin”


A Corbynesque Pact

Mr A, Going Postal

FX: SPOOKY MUSIC (THEREMIN etc). THEN A ROLLING CLAP OF THUNDER AND AN EVIL GHOULISH LAUGH.

CORBYN: Who’s that?
DEVIL: (Oily, sinister, unctuous): Hello Jeremy, surely you must remember me? Even with the rapturous reception your speech received at the Labour Party Conference, you can’t have forgotten our little deal all those years ago?
CORBYN: Oh, hello, Mr Mephistopheles. Or is it Mx Mephistopheles? I wouldn’t want to assume your gender. What can I do for you?
DEVIL: Well, I thought that would be rather obvious Jeremy, what with the ecstatic fervour that your millions of true believers received your rehashed plate of old Marxism, wouldn’t you?
JEREMY: What do you mean?

PMQs with Going Postal, 11th October 2017

Going Postal
Gif EJ

PMQs live stream here on Going Postal TV.

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

A Journey to Burnley

Shibusa, Going Postal

“Civilize the mind but make savage the body” the old adage has it. A simple principle, and one that I feel has served me well since commencing reading voraciously with exercising nearly 20 years ago. It was in my quest to improve the latter element that led me to bid on eBay for some barbell squat stands, which was duly accepted.

"Should I Stay Or Should I Go?" Martin Mezger for Going Postal

Martin Mezger, Going Postal

Part Two

While walking the dog this morning, I met one of my neighbours, walking with his black spaniel. This being the morning of the Prime Minister’s speech, we got chatting about politics.

He is eighty years old, and was one of a very small number of people in the village who put up a Conservative sign in support of our local MP, Marcus Fysh (Con-Leave). This gentleman is an old school Tory, the sort of conservative who holds what I would call uncompromising conservative views, views very close to my own, rather than the anaemic version of conservatism practiced by the current Tory line-up. He has lived his eighty years to the full, and is fascinating to talk with.


Postcard from Northumberland, No 3

Coloniescross, Going Postal
The Gates to the Poison Garden

As some of you might recall Mrs Cross and I have recently celebrated out 40th wedding anniversary. My lady wife had the idea that we should do forty things together, over the next 12 months, by way of marking this momentous event. One of the things on the list was a return to Northumberland, following our anniversary weekend glamping, this time to visit the coast and some of the castles.

First stop for any self respecting Postallier on a visit to the North East is Barter Books in Alnwick, I bought a couple of crime novels, a couple of books about American Indians, including a copy of “Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee” and then, getting caught up in the moment I paid £18 for a copy of 1985.


Monday, 9 October 2017

Rudimental - Sun Comes Up feat. James Arthur


Revew: Ex-Neocon by Scott McConnell

MyHyde, Going Postal

Scott McConnell is an heir to the Avon fortune and stepson to Sterling Hayden, one of the few actors who could play an amoral sociopath whilst remaining a heartbreaking hero. More importantly, McConnell is one of the finest conservative voices in American contemporary politics. Railing against globalism, “free trade”, immigration, and the establishment in equal measure.


The EU is Doomed, Part One

Jonathaon Davies, Going Postal
Sack of Rome 410 A.D.

Striking parallels can be seen between the later Roman Empire and the unwieldy behemoth of the EU. Both were Empires that sought to force hegemony over Europe, and extend their reach further afield. Both attempted to, in the words of Mussolini, "make the Mediterranean an Italian lake," or an E.U. lake, in different ways and with varying degrees of success. Both have suffered from a succession of poor leaders, and an elite that cares only for itself and seems blind to the problems of ordinary people. The E.U. is doomed to go the same way as Rome, due to internal and external problems, and a great deal of hubris.

Sunday, 8 October 2017

Victoriana 11

Tachybaptus, Going Postal


Chapter 11

The temperature had been dropping rapidly for some time and the stowaways were shivering in their hideout.
‘Wadya reckon, Oiving? Guess we’re headin’ north much as east?’ suggested Fingers. ‘I t’ink I’ll try an’ get some coats fer us.’
He slipped silently out of the lifeboat, returning after a short interval with an armful of peajackets. Victoriana barely stifled a giggle as Rusty pulled on the huge warm coat and nearly disappeared from view.

Saturday, 7 October 2017

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

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 fans take on Comics and how they’ve bought them to life.

Superman: Red Son- 24 Nov 2013

Kal -El was sent from Krypton some twenty minutes before the original Superman stories, and he landed in Ukraine, not Kansas in 1938. Lex Luther is the only hope of the West, Batman is a counter revolutionary terrorist. Forget “truth, justice and the American way”, as the adopted Son of Stalin, the Man of Steel is the “Champion of the common worker who fights a never ending battle for Stalin, socialism and the international expansion of the Warsaw Pact”.




Friday, 6 October 2017

War Crimes Part 5 – Cynthia’s Story

Blown Periphery, Going Postal

This is a work of fiction and depicts a London that no longer exists. Thank goodness that the nation’s capital is now such a diverse and culturally enriched metropolis of civilization.

On a day in April 1977, the same day that German Federal Prosecutor Siegfried Buback and his driver were shot by two Red Army Faction members in Karlsruhe, a young woman left Tottenham Court Underground Station and walked down Soho Street to Soho Square. The Curzon Cinema on Shaftsbury Avenue was showing “The Eagle Has Landed.” The private cinema on Romilly Street was showing “Swedish Nympho Slaves.” A cold front had moved south with accompanying winds, but the streets were dry and her overcoat blew open. She was wearing a short skirt and diaphanous blouse. The cold wind was nipple stiffening.

Thursday, 5 October 2017

Question Time with Going Postal, 5th October 2017

Question Time with Going-Postal.Net

David Dimbleby chairs topical debate from Stockport in Greater Manchester.

On the panel are Conservative first secretary of state Damian Green (wet), Labour's shadow education secretary Angela Rayner (thick), Spectator editor and Daily Telegraph columnist Fraser Nelson (wet), professor of American literature Sarah Churchwell (communist) and businesswoman Michelle Dewberry (wet).

Prudence, Temperance, Fortitude, Justice. Or Seven Deadly Sins

Despite the efforts of some like Rhodes Boyson, during the '60s and 70's Conservatives failed to engage Socialism in the propaganda war. The dominant Left succeeded in their takeover of the institutions of State and Cultural Marxism / Postmodernist thought spread widely through state education to new generations.


What greater sin? A Cardinal Sin it would prove to be, if the Conservative Party continues on its blind trajectory toward political oblivion, betrayers of the people. Conservatism and virtuousness have deserted the Conservative Party for the most-part of the preceding fifty years, kept alight by a dwindling few.

Wednesday, 4 October 2017

BLADE RUNNER 2049 - "Black Out 2022" Anime Short



Postcard from Combe Martin and Ilfracombe

Pttm, Going Postal


For about 10 years now my wife and I an our now 12-year-old son, several older children, and countless grandchildren, come down to the John Fowler holiday camp in Combe Martin, in North Devon, we always stay in a mobile home/caravan thingy.  For those not aware, John Fowler holiday parks are much more peaceful and quiet than “In your face Butlins”.  There are two sites here, the lower one is very hilly, best one is called Sandaway.  They also have a site in Ilfracombe. Proper hotels and other camp sites are here as well.

Due to the narrowness of the valley, the village consists principally of one single long street which runs 2 miles (3.2 km) between the Valley Head the sea, it is a myth it is one of the longest high streets in the UK, but we never like to let facts spoil the story.  Anyway, I like a nice long thin one.

Tuesday, 3 October 2017

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

Shibusa, Going Postal

It arrived soon enough when the bass player complained of financial problems. I had the perfect solution: We should smarten up a bit, change our name and play weddings for cash, then revert back to type and play our normal material at our normal shows. His reaction was akin to suggesting that he started producing snuff movies at the local primary school to aid his cashflow woes. The merest hint that we should exchange our music for enough cash, even just to cover even our travel expenses was anathema to his and the groups leftist mindset. They did not understand the irrefutable law of nature - that in order to achieve anything, from getting up to change the TV channel to running a business empire, involves exchange. Exchanging hardship for results. They wanted the results without the work.

"Should I Stay Or Should I Go?" Martin Mezger for Going Postal

Martin Mezger, Going Postal

Part One

Right now, I have almost everything going for me. I am free of debt, I have good health, and I live in a small village in a very nice part of South Somerset, an area so agreeable that it merits a future GP “Postcard From” article.

It’s a good place to be: there’s an excellent local pub, another one on the hill for when ours is closed, and another one in the next village when I get bored with the first two. There’s loads of good walking to be had, a good thing as I have a dog who likes long walks. The land is very productive, with all forms of conventionally edible animal represented (including one of my favourites, the pig) together with a good variety of arable and fruit farming (including apples, for cider). One might accurately describe the area as being prosperous without being enriched.


Monday, 2 October 2017

Twenty Five

Coloniescross, Going Postal

Friends and fellow Postaliers, writing articles for Going Postal over the last couple of years has, I fear, unleashed something of a beast. Those of you that don’t read the articles will not know Colin Cross (he isn’t real anyway). I have written several pieces for the blog, set in the 50’s 60’s and 70’s, trying to evoke some memories of simpler times, good, bad and indifferent (the times, not the articles).

Partly autobiographical these short pieces have been centred on Colin and his wider family. I have tried to include humour, pathos and the odd bit of morality in them. I like to think they have been well received. Now that I am in my dotage I intend to review, rewrite and add to them with a view to producing a work (working title “25”) chronicling Colin’s life from his birth in 1951 up until the time he meets his wife in 1976.

The piece below is the first draft of the introduction to “25”, I hope you like it. Any constructive criticism is most welcome (I think).


The Minority of One

Katabasis, Going Postal

An initial warning to readers is appropriate: Some of you may find parts of this post non-sensical if you're not remotely interested in science fiction. On the other hand, those of you who are interested in the genre may find something that resonates here.

I have been an obsessive fan of sci-fi (and it's close cousin, heroic fantasy) since being a young boy. Its impact on me over the years was deep and profound. And it was only in recent years I was able to put my finger on exactly why.


Postcard from Barcelona, No 2

Spanish police take on dangerous far-right neo Nazi

A week ago I wrote to you about the Loony Tunes Boat and the Catalan referendum. Messages from my son who lives there:-


Today its taking place. My son messages me as follows.

  • "Fucking fire brigade here fighting with police"
  • "Because police are battering civilians going to vote"
  • "They're battering everyone even grandma and grandpa
  • "Apparently the Spanish police even sang a war chant before battering everyone"

Sunday, 1 October 2017

The Ghost with Wet Boots

Blown Periphery, Going Postal
HMS Victoria
90 degree position
Admiral Tyron was an extremely gifted Royal Naval Officer with a proven career of command, in the peacetime, post-Napoleonic era. On 22nd June 1893 he was Commander of the Mediterranean Station and was on board his flagship HMS Victoria. Tyron was a stickler for ensuring that the Captains under his command carried out the safe maneuvering of ships, particularly in difficult circumstances. Of particular relevance to later events, the memorandum warned commanders that their first duty was always to safeguard their ship (at least, during times of peace) and that should they ever be faced with an order which for some reason might be dangerous, then they should attempt to carry out the intention of the order, but only if it could be done without risk to their ship or others.

On the bridge of Victoria, the coast of Syria was in view and Tyron ordered the fleet into a reverse of course to head west. HMS Camperdown was sailing abreast of HMS Victoria to port at a distance of 1,200 yards. The Admiral’s order was for the two ships to make an inward turn for the fleet to reverse course and to move into line astern.  Admiral Markham on board the Camperdown perhaps unwisely questioned the order, given that the distance between the two ships was insufficient to carry put the order safely. The distance between the two ships should have been 2,000 yards to execute such a manoeuvre.  Admiral Tyron irritably signalled: “What are you waiting for?” Markham reluctantly gave the order to execute a 180 degree turn.


Victoriana 10

Tachybaptus, Going Postal

Chapter 10

They sat in silence on the floor of the chamber as Fingers toiled unavailngly with the lock. The sky was slowly beginning to lighten. Victoriana could not help asking apprehensively, ‘What happens to us when the sun comes up?’
‘Nothing,’ said Rusty. ‘The ship’s heading east, the Telectroscope’s facing astern. It’s the evening we have to worry about. But it may not be too bad. You see the view through the front? It’s right way up and not too magnified. There must be two lenses, convex and concave, to do that. We may get warm but we won’t fry.’
‘T’anks, kid,’ said Fingers. ‘Doin’ da best I can but, boy, dis is a tough one.’
Looking through the huge lens, Victoriana became aware of a faint dot in the distance – impossible to estimate how far away it was. As she watched, it seemed to be catching up with them.

If Jeremy Corbyn Got Into Power

Churchill's SHark, Going Postal

Due to our exceedingly deluded, incompetent and cowardly government, there is a serious chance of a Jeremy Corbyn led Labour Party gaining power in the next general election. The one way to stop this would be for the Conservatives to dispose of Theresa May ASAP and install a true leave supporter such as Jacob Rees-Mogg. This is fantasy thinking because in reality they will ensure that any leave supporter running for leader will get smeared and destroyed by the pro EU media such as the BBC. This in turn will unfortunately crown a Europhile sycophant such as Philip Hammond as Prime Minister, thus betraying the EU referendum result more and more and sucking us into a larger and ever more totalitarian EU.