Pride of England

A queer state of affairs

2006-04-22T08:36:00.000+01:00

The word homosexual is now being banned from use by civil servants working for Lord Falconer because it may cause offence.
What crass stupidity, another reflection on the lunacy of political correctness that is destroying not only our language, but - and this is much more sinister - seeking to compel us to abandon freedom of thought and speech and say only what is approved by the left wing dictators who now rule over us.
The word homosexual has been used for over 100 years. It is accurate, it is inoffensive, it is acceptable.
Again the majority have to bow to the demands of the minority, the same group who have tainted for all time that nicest of words, gay. The same people who have now hi-jacked the word pride.
Homosexuals are just that - men with a sexual preference for other men. So why try to disguise the fact?

PC idiocy

2005-12-16T20:30:00.000Z

How I hate the PC brigade – the modern version of Orwell’s Thought Police.
This insidious movement seeks to control the way we talk and write. All aspects of our lives are touched by it. Choose to ignore it, to speak as you have always spoken and you could face a court on a trumped up charge of racism.
It is the bending of language, the removal of free speech, the aim being to replace it with new-speak.
Just take this example: Invalid (a long obsolete term) became disabled, then became handicapped, then became disabled again, then became people with disabilities (the emphasis being on "people"), then became differently abled, then became physically challenged (the current term). (source: Wikipedia.org). Sinister? You bet. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of similar examples. Pensioners became senior citizens. Old people became older persons. What arrant nonsense.
Our whole language is being hi-jacked in the pursuit of sinister political forces. Words which generations came to use in everday conversation take on sinister new meanings. Gay meant happy and pleasant. Not any more. It’s been hijacked, its real meaning obliterated by people once simply known for what they were – homosexual. The same has happened with pride. You can no longer have pride in london – it stands for some annual homo junket.
On this site we talk as we were meant to talk – in plain down to earth, good old-fashioned ENGLISH. And we’ll go on doing just that.

Death of a nation?

2005-06-20T16:27:00.000+01:00

I am Mr Nobody. Joe Average. The bloke in the pub, the ordinary fella who is no-one special, nor even wants to be.
I have no degree in this or that, have never been in trouble with the law and have done my best to provide for my family.
Academic success eluded me apart from a handful of GCE’s obtained more by good luck than good learning. It mattered not, for I did what I wanted. I worked hard and enjoyed it.
Above all I did it safe in the knowledge that I was secure, living in a state where people mattered, a country that looked after its own, a nation that stood proud, a place where justice prevailed, where free men enjoyed the right of free speech.
Now, at 62 years-old I look ahead to my remaining years in confusion and – increasingly – in desperation and trepidation.
And above all I realise that many of those I have elected to help ensure my security and well-being in those years are men and women of dishonour.
For I see a discredited government spewing out false utterances, professional politicians bending the truth to suit their own ends. I look with distrust and contempt on the words poured out by the army of propagandists, truth benders and professional liars, employed to try to win my support for policies that within their hearts they know will be unworkable and ineffective.
Freedom of speech is no longer that. Voice any opinion on certain vital issues of prime importance to this nation’s future other than that approved of by the authorities and I could end in jail.
I see the same judiciary that would put me there taking the side of known and often vicious criminals
When I walk the street I do so in the knowledge that I could be attacked and robbed in a country that appears to accept such actions as undesirable, but uncontrollable.
Like others of my generation I believed an Englishman’s home was his castle, but not one at constant risk from those who queue up to raid it safe in the knowledge that even if caught – and that is highly unlikely - they will escape without punishment.
I listen to statements ranging from half-truth to downright lies about the flood of immigrants which still pours across our borders and I am afraid to speak out about it .
The government thought police dictate how I should think and what I should say. Politically correct madness on a scale approaching that seen in the days of Stalin’s Russia threatens my daily communication with others.
I squirm at the sight of a Prime Minister offering comfort to the families of men he sent out to fight someone else’s war and I ponder on what international adventure he will next embark upon to detract from the growing problems within his own land. And I witness a once proud nation he purports to lead descending into a moral and cultural hell fuelled by his political dogma.
The Nanny State rules – whether you like it or not.
But what is the Nanny state? And just where did the description originate?
It sounds good, but is it? Sadly, no. For Nanny State read government interference in every aspect of your life. Live as they tell you, not as you wish.
Political correctness is a part of this, threatening to overwhelm our language. “You can’t say that,” they tell me when I utter phrases I have used since boyhood.
I now know that black coffee no longer exists, that a blind person is visually challenged, that the disabled are physically challenged. I know that sports days at school are bad for youngsters who may actually come second. I see, I hear, I despair at this systematic destruction of my language and my thoughts.
I see a new generation without basic manners, self destructing on ill-discipline and the scourge of ever more readily available drugs, lawless, uncaring, unshackled. The law is scorned and ridiculed.
Morality is a dirty word among young people fuelled on casual sex and drugs members of a generation in which four out of every 10 kids has committed a crime. Violence is a part of all our lives. Drunken mobs rule town and city centres.
And our Westminster masters pretend concern, but with what result?
The coming months will see this shabby and discredited government again appealing to me and millions like me for my vote, telling me that the years ahead are filled with promise, that fears such as I have expressed are groundless.
Before a single word of their election campaign is uttered I know I can only regard their claims with the utmost cynicism.
This Mr Average – and I am sure I express the thoughts of a great many people like me - has had enough of empty promises and political failure and looks upon the present disreputable government with the contempt it surely deserves.
At heart I remain just an ordinary bloke who loves his homeland and who in his earlier years read a book entitled 1984 and still clearly recalls one sentence from its pages:
"'Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.
I think about it in relation to my country as a general election creeps closer. And I am very afraid.

Call this justice?

2005-06-18T14:57:00.000+01:00

Two members of the British National Party face a court hearing for allegedly making racist remarks which were filmed by a BBC crew.
A muslim cleric who sponges off the State calls for a jihad (holy war) and the murder of "non believers."
And nothing happens.
The police are said to be "looking into" the matter.
Just as they have been for weeks after the same man made other racist comments.
So there's one rule for muslims and one for the rest of us. So much for the ruleof law - especially if you have the misfortune to be white and British.