Faith and Unreason

I've nicked the title directly from the Indy, but here is a story that sums up the worst of the New Labour disease that has infected our country over the last 12 years.

A wonderful headmistress, who turned a failing primary school into what should (given the circumstances) have been the pride of the country, has been hounded out of her job, her marriage and possibly her home by the insidious poison of fear that paralyses the semi-incompetents that run our local councils.

Erica Connor, a woman who worked tirelessly to improve a school with a small minority of native English speakers, doing untold good for those under her care, was hounded out of her job by the actions of a couple of Islamist school governors and the supine and negligent attitude of her local council.

We need more women like Erica (I say 'women' advisedly, because primary school teachers are overwhelmingly female) who are willing to make schools in deprived areas work, and who do their utmost to integrate the local community into the wider community that we all wish to inhabit.

Her 'crime', if it is that, was to oppose two school governors who wished, in line with the thinking of one Anthony George Linton Blair, to convert her school to a 'faith based' institution. No matter that she had taken a school that scored 5% on the maths SAT, and made it a resounding success (scoring over 90% on all 3 SATs) - the multicultural nonsense espoused by Blair and New Labour, and the power that even the suggestion of politically incorrect behaviour has over the ignorant and stupid that occupy our local councils has cost Erica her job and the children of that part of Woking their chance of a decent future.

If a school is succeeding, then why on earth should the governors be interfering in this way?

If a school is succeeding, then why should Surrey CC behave in the manner they did, launching two enquiries based only on the accusations of a couple of Islamists who add nothing to the quality of education?

If a school is succeeding, then why change anything?

No swearing today - I always get very polite before I explode.

Damn all New Labour, their corrupt institutions, their short-sighted multicultural nonsense and their dhimmis on Surrey CC.

Soppy Sunday

I've been struggling to get over the death of my wife for the last few months - here's a poem about her.

Sweet Laura Adele
My lover, my woman, my belle
She drank and she farted
And that's why I started
With sweet Laura Adele.

She loved me, she hurt me she did -
She had me so frightened I hid,
For she was a maid
In whom life was displayed
And I'd do whatever she bid.

We had our three years on the cross
All fighting and fucking and floss -
But we stayed together
Through hell and bad weather
Sweet Laura's my life's worst loss.

Sweet Laura Adele
I loved that woman like hell
Her temper, her smile
Her cunning and guile
My sweet Laura Adele.

Bri.

Angela fucking Eagle

I normally like to reflect before posting, but watching Newsnight is making my blood boil.

That useless Scouse tart Angela Eagle won't answer a straight question - even Paxman lost patience with the rugmuncher for Toxteth East.

Everyone who knows anything about banking accepts that this shower of shits has fucked up big style, yet Eagle is still trying to claim that 'basic economics' (by which I assume she means Keynsian daydreaming) requires additional 'financial stimulus'.

Bollocks.

What we need now is a huge reduction in public spending, and tax incentives to promote real wealth creation (that's manufacturing, to all you Thatcher fans) in this country.

I can't begin to describe my disgust at the level of idiocy that passes for politics these days.

Hoons, the lot of them.

An Occasional Series

I like corrupting classic poems and spewing bile at politicians - so I'll be posting some reworkings of classic British poems as and when the mood takes me.

Larkin gets it today - fucking librarian twat.

"They be the Curse"

They fuck you up, the Righteous twats,
They may not mean to but they do -
They ignore the logic of their acts
And think their lies are true.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By Marxist teachers in their schools,
Who taught them how to slash and burn,
To steal and butcher all the rules.

Scum hands on Righteousness to scum.
The vicious circle knows no end.
Get out, protest and beat the drum,
And pray that Britain soon may mend.

Barrow boys whinge about possible new banking regulations - may leave country

The Independent reports (http://www.independent.co.uk/news/business/news/fears-of-bank-exodus-sparked-by-fsa-reforms-1645215.html) that 'bankers' are concerned that new FSA rules may deter them from doing business in London.

Given that the majority of our current woes can be laid at the door of these barrow boys who had no conception of fiscal responsibility, along with the idiot politicians who connived in their reckless and possibly fraudulent activities, all I can say is 'good riddance'.

An acquaintance of mine who refused to be involved with the FSA, despite being tipped for the top job (no names, no pack drill - check the Private Eye archives if you want to try to figure out who it is) summed it up perfectly the other day - banks should be run by bankers, not shopkeepers.

We need these new rules on liquidity and financial instruments, to ensure that we never again enter the cheap credit / expensive property spiral that has characterised the last 12 years of Labour maladministration.

And if that means that the dodgy operators go elsewhere, then so be it - I just wish we could have some new rules that would make all the politicians piss off as well.

Poor Phil Woolas

I was distressed to hear about poor Phil Woolas - the Dhimmi for Oldham East - having his offices invaded by a bunch of lefty loons.

I have a history with Woolyarse going back for years - he was the character on top of the bus stop identifying student protesters when we blocked Westminster Bridge in the heady days of student grant protests, and I was the instigator of the sit down that blocked the bridge.

But he has my sympathy now - all he has done is to play the race card for political gain and to try to gain himself some respect among the white (and mostly BNP now, haha) voters of Oldhamistan, and these thugs have the temerity to occupy his office?

There are loads of lamp posts in Oldham, and surely it's not beyond the wit of the 'No Borders' arseholes to buy some piano wire?

Fuckwits on both sides - but it's a pity that Woolas survived...

Helping Africa - are we really helping?

I'm a really sentimental old sod, and have been watching the Comic Relief programme all night, and crying at the plight of the people who are being helped by our charity.

I was brought up to believe that the example of the Good Samaritan was the ultimate source of good ethics, but I have been moved to wonder whether this is right.

There was a statistic on the programme just now - that one in 8,000 women die in childbirth in the UK, versus one in eight in Mali. The plea was for some money to reduce post-partum deaths in Mali - it would cost us a fiver per mother.

I was tempted to contribute, but then thought - what will be the costs of saving that life? Not just now, but in the future? Do the Malians have the infrastructure to support all the extra children thus produced?

Are we, by our sentiment, storing up more charity cases for the future?

Let's get our own country in order first, and understand what we can afford - then we can worry about what we can afford in the long term for charity to our bretheren.

For charity is not charity at all if it will lead to future suffering.

Apologies if I offend anyone from the charity industry, but there I am - you may vilify me as you wish.