Friday, 30 October 2009


What ever our individual views on things, Remembrance Day is not far away and it seems a fitting time to remember the men and women serving in our Armed Forces.

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The average British soldier is 19 years old…..he is a short haired, well built lad who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears and just old enough to buy a round of drinks but old enough to die for his country – and for you. He’d rather be grafting in Afghanistan than unemployed in the UK. He recently left comprehensive school where he was probably an average student, played some form of sport, drove a ten year old rust bucket, and knew a girl that either broke up with him when he left, or swore to be waiting when he returns home. He moves easily to rock and roll or hip-hop or to the rattle of a 7.62mm machine gun.

He is about a stone lighter than when he left home because he is working or fighting from dawn to dusk and well beyond. Letter writing is a pain for him, but he can strip a rifle in 25 seconds and reassemble it in the dark. He can recite every detail of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either effectively if he has to. He digs trenches and latrines without the aid of machines and can apply first aid like a professional paramedic. He can march until he is told to stop, or stay dead still until he is told to move.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation but he is not without a rebellious spirit or a sense of personal dignity. He is confidently self-sufficient. He has two sets of uniform with him: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his water bottle full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never forgets to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes and fix his own hurts. If you are thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food is your food. He'll even share his life-saving ammunition with you in the heat of a firefight if you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons and regards his weapon as an extension of his own hands. He can save your life or he can take it, because that is his job - it's what a soldier does. He often works twice as long and hard as a civilian, draw half the pay and have nowhere to spend it, and can still find black ironic humour in it all. There's an old saying in the British Army: 'If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined!'

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and he is unashamed to show it or admit it. He feels every bugle note of the 'Last Post' or 'Sunset' vibrate through his body while standing rigidly to attention. He's not afraid to 'Bollock' anyone who shows disrespect when the Regimental Colours are on display or the National Anthem is played; yet in an odd twist, he would defend anyone's right to be an individual. Just as with generations of young people before him, he is paying the price for our freedom. Clean shaven and baby faced he may be, but be prepared to defend yourself if you treat him like a kid.

He is the latest in a long thin line of British Fighting Men that have kept this country free for hundreds of years. He asks for nothing from us except our respect, friendship and understanding. We may not like what he does, but sometimes he doesn't like it either - he just has it to do.. Remember him always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have brave young women putting themselves in harm's way, doing their part in this tradition of going to war when our nation's politicians call on us to do so.

They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and if you are so inclined, feel free to say a prayer for our troops in the trouble spots of the world.

I wouldn't dream of breaking this chain - would you?


If only our politicians displayed a fraction of the guts and sheer courage of these men and women who they put in harms way, they might be better thought of, instead of popping up in Afghanistan to get a cynical photo op, and then come home and tell lies to the House of Commons.

At least President Obam is prepared to walk the walk. This should be compulsory for all our liars.

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

Glenn Campbell

An excellent exposure of the fool Campbell and BBC Scotlands propaganda:

Caroline Stevenson, whose son, Syracuse student Sandy Phillips, was aboard Pan Am 103, has already stated that she is "not disturbed" by Al-Megrahi's release.
"Whether he's in jail or whether he's with his family, it doesn't impact me," she said. "He should be able to be with his family and die in peace. And I hope he has found some peace." "I am not disturbed by it. I feel like if he is dying of prostate cancer, I don't have any problems at all with him being able to be with his family as he dies."
Stevenson added that she doesn't understand the U.S. government's opposition to al-Megrahi's release.
"I strongly believe in the Scottish Judicial system, and I support their decision," she said. "The people of Scotland have been very good to me and my family."

A slightly different view from the one that has thus far prevailed at the BBC, like we say, it’s a pity that having sent a team all the way to the USA at considerable expense, nobody managed to find Caroline Stevenson. Glenn finished his week off on Saturday with a ‘debate’ on the Megrahi release held inside a New York restaurant, the discussion is not documented here but pretty much went as you would expect such a discussion to go – if it is being chaired by Glenn Campbell.

We hope our look at Glenn's American week has given you food for thought.

Monday, 26 October 2009

Wille Bain in the rain.

This appeared in The Sunday Mail. Many questions arise from these images but the starkest question for me is, if a man cannot dress himself in a dignified manner then why should people vote for him? Check the sleeves on Bains coat, dear God his poor mother must be cringing with embarrassment, that is if it was she who dressed him? He looks like a wee sneak at school who I used to poke and nip at every opportunity, what a creepy wee man.

This is the man who claims to live in the community, yet it is his mother who does, and he uses her address. He lives in London apparently where he works as a university bore.

Saturday, 17 October 2009


Awww naw, shockaroonie whit are we gonnae dae nooo?

AM2 has given up blogging and political commentary. So he says on his blog!

I just do not believe that someone who is so obsessed and paranoid and arrogant, can step away from his madness on the forums, in particular the Scotsman. He will still be on their in his multi monikered insanity posting utter guff, as Rufus, The Master, English Voice, Yeah, Captain Fruitcake, etc etc etc.

However congratulations to all who skewered and kippered him into humilitaing submission. The unionist agents of lies, are on the run, but they cannae hide.

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Squeak squeak squeak.

The scariest bitch in Porker land old Widders has been bumping her shrunken gums that the rules were wrong and that old Legg has been changing them retrospectively.

You don't get it Widders he is merely applying them as you all should have. Guido sums it all up beautifully.

Only a few months ago MPs from all sides were claiming they “did not understand the rules” and they were blaming their misdemeanors on “the system”. Now that Legg is enforcing the rules within reasonably generous parameters, they claim he is retrospectively changing the rules. The same MPs who only a few months ago claimed they did not understand the rules now suddenly have a detailed understanding of the expenses criteria. Bullshit.

This little piggy went to London,
This little piggy stayed at home,
This little piggy had a flipped house,
This little piggy had none.
And this little piggy went...
"Mee mee mee" all the way home

Hog Warts.

How long are we going to tolerate this crooked bitch lecturing us in her sneering condescending tone. This is the bitch that crashes into a parked car whilst using her mobile, drives of without leaving her details, and then justifies her porcine repellant sister Jacqui Smith.

Humphries grilled her on Today, but missed a trick by failing to point out to her that the committee that cleared Jacqui Smith was blatantly partisan having only 5 Labour MPs making a judgement due to the other being unavaiable. The comittee should not have judged until they were all present.

Tuesday, 13 October 2009


There are eleven Travelodges within easy distance of the Commons and the House of Hogs. These are Marleborne, Farringdon, Kings Cross 2, Euston, City Road, Southwark, Covent Garden, Tower Bridge 2, Liverpool St.

Bookings could easily me made by MPs and their Lardships on the nights that they wish to stay in London. There are plenty of Hotel booking agencies that can do that job for them. All it would take would be a contract between Travelodge and the government of the day. This should be renewed annually on a tender basis. MPs not wishing to use the official service and make private arrangements would have to fund these out of their own deep pockets.

When ordinary mortals travel away from home on company business they are required to stay in accommodation provided by said company or book there own with a cap on the rates. The Inland Revenue are very strict with individuals on what is described as “benefits in kind.” They appear to ignore MPs for whatever reason.

They are detestable nasty greedy grabbing charlatans who live in a cocoon protected from the market forces that we all live or die by. It is time they were held up to the flames of reality.

The new Speaker is just a carbon copy of the old windbag, who donned his red cloak of privilege and corruption today, what a disgusting sight. Almost as bad as the odious Jacqui Smith, sneering her way through her apology in the Commons yesterday. She was simply spared having to pay back her ill-gotten gains because the committee who made the decision was populated entirely by Labour MPs. They still do not get it. They have no concept of how vile and repulsive they are.

As an SNP voter and supporter of Scottish Independence I find Wisharts twittering a wee bit irritating. There are times when it is best to shut the f*** up, like now.

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1. "Everybodys to get a letter. This guy Legg seems like a real attention seeker and is stringing his moment of glory out as long as possible"

Monday, 12 October 2009

Jacqui Smiths expenses.

Very little surprises me when it comes to the upper echelons of our society and their greed and arrogance.

The sight of Jacqui Smith standing up in the commons and apologising today really got to me. Why is this fat odious bitch not paying back the money she swindled out of our pockets. She is the epitome of politicians greed and avarice. I cannot but feel sympathy for her husband, no wonder the poor sod seeks solace in porn films.

But in a damning verdict, John Lyon revealed that the police had questioned the veracity of of the former Home Secretary after their records showed the number of nights she spent in London varied with Ms Smith’s account.

He says that “for 2008/9, the police figures suggested that Ms Smith had spent 37 more nights in Redditch than she had in London, whereas her diary estimates suggested that the difference was 9 nights”. Other figures for 2007/8 suggest she spent 12 more nights in Redditch than in London.

From the front line, Afghanistan

The battle blazed on through the night and the Taliban launched a fresh four-hour onslaught with reinforcements after dawn. But they finally accepted they were outclassed and fled.

An Army spokesman said: "They chose the wrong unit to pick a fight with, there is no doubt about that."

The ambush came as 19 Light Brigade's Reconnaissance Force were returning to their Camp Bastion base after Operation Panther's Valour to drive the Taliban out of an area of Helmand.

The force - simply known as the BRF - is made up of crack troops chosen mainly from the brigade's infantry units. Their convoy was blocked when a two-kilo landmine blew a wheel off the leading Mastiff truck at Nad-e-Ali.

Monday, 5 October 2009


Yesterday evening I was standing in a checkout queue in my local Co-op, minding my own, when I became aware of tall rangy looking guy carrying a Rangers scarf bellowing into his mobile in the queue ahead. It went like this, "Aye the cunts in the queue here coughing his fucking ring up, he disnae sound well, maybe cause his team got beat the day, two fucking wan man," all this in a queue with women and children who like me had begun to show a reaction. he then engaged the target of his bile, in the usual football supporters ned manner, "what's yer fucking problem by the way ya fucking tube, cannae take it eh?"

The victim had evidently had a drink or two and kind of lurched towards the abuser and patted him on the cheek. It was all that was required as the abuser launched a flurry of blows on the drunk, sending him and his bottle of wine crashing to the floor. At that point a woman began shouting at the abuser as I stepped in between them to try and protect the drunk who was now out cold on the floor. I was concerned that the ned would try and pick up the bottle top that was lying near him and start to use it. However thankfully he realised that the tide was against him and retreated out of the shop hurling abuse. Eventually the drunk came to and I helped him to his feet, he seemed dazed but otherwise OK.

As a man of sixty who has had to deal his own moments of hostility in life and sporting two metal hips and a pelvic plate and screws in my thigh, I was left with a feeling of anger at what had taken place. I know if the thug had tried to continue with his assault that I would have been forced to become involved, as I think some others would. I have been in similar situations when I was young and very fit and could easily have overpowered this thug, at that time, but I am not so confident these days.

When it began I was like everyone in the shop, stunned by this show of triumphalist aggression from a thug who was so obviously out to bait anyone into a showdown, and picked on a drunk who he seemed to know. I reacted in what I thought was an appropriate manner. Then I thought what if this thug had taken out a blade as so many of them do now, what would I have done. Well I know I would have done something but what? I have thought about what else I could have done, but at what point do you intervene. Should I have shouted at the abuser as he cursed and swore into his mobile? Should I have shouted as it became obvious he was going to assault the drunk? Should I have landed some blows my self? Others in the shop were very distressed and angry at the scene, like me they felt helpless.

Finally I would venture an opinion that I have had for some years. If I were president of Scotland, I would disband Rangers, and Celtic, and force them to play in a team called Glasgow Untited. I would demolish Parkhead and Ibrox and force them to build a new stadium mile out of town with no pubs allowed within a ten mile radius. And I would have every game kicking of at 10 in the morning. If the religious tribalism appeared at any other club in Scotland the same fate would await them. This medieval shit has no place in Scotland and is a stain on out nation.

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