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Personally I’m getting sick and tired of the word “islamaphobia” being bandied around. It’s a nonsense word, just like “hate crime” and “racist” when applied to muslims.

Let’s examine the facts, rather than the rhetoric. Islam is a religion, it’s not a race. To apply the word ‘racism’ to criticism of Islam is a nonsense. It’s used by people who just don’t understand proper English. Ditto ‘hate crime’. What a load of rubbish. If I call someone who is white a cunt it’s OK, but if a call a Muslim a cunt then that’s a hate crime. No it isn’t. I don’t hate him, I just think he’s a cunt and his race, religion or skin colour is irrelevant. This is another PC phrase used against the indigenous people of this island. It’s one sided, discriminatory against straight, white, heterosexual, able bodied people.

But back to Islamphobia. A phobia is defined as “an irrational or illogical fear“. Last night a car was driven into people outside Westminster. Is it logical to fear someone deliberately driving a car at us? Of course it is.

A few months back I visited the 9/11 memorial in New York. It is illogical to fear islamic fundamentalists who hijack planes and fly them into tall buildings to indiscriminately murder innocent civilians? No, it isn’t. How about the July 7 attacks in London, the rampage in Borough Market, the hacking to death of Lee Rigby, tourists machine gunned on a beach, trucks driven into Christmas Markets, beheadings of aid workers? Do these events make you think that fear of the people who perpetrate these acts is “irrational or illogical”? Of course not. Yet when we talk about them and we’re white, we’re accused of islamaphobia.

Boris Johnson is being pilloried at the moment for making Islamaphobic remarks. Absolute bullshit! The guy was actually supporting the right to wear the burkha and saying it should not be banned, I actually think he’s wrong but that’s not the point. It is being pointed out that since this white anglo saxon male made these ‘islamaphobic remarks’ there has been a rise in ‘hate crime’. It wouldn’t surprise me if they blame him for encouraging last night’s attack in London.

So Boris said people in burkhas look like letter boxes. Well, be honest – they do, don’t they? Bit like walking bin bags too. That’s a fact, not ‘islamaphobia’.

He also said they looked like bank robbers. Well, explain to me why as a white man I am not allowed to walk into a bank wearing a crash helmet and yet a muslim is allowed in wearing a full face covering? And while we’re at it, remember that fugitive that tried to get out of the country by checking in at the airport wearing a burkha?

Of course, I will be described for writing this as a islamaphobic white supremacist. Well, I actually believe in treating all people equally regardless of their race and colour and reacting to them each individually depending on how they behave.

And I can’t be islamaphobic because there’s no such thing or racist because Islam is a religion not a race…

Love Labour’s Loss

One might have been forgiven for thinking that last weekend’s great festival of ‘Music, art poetry, dreaming, fun, happiness’ was indeed ‘a great day out.’ After all, the great messiah of the working classes, Jezza himself, said as much – so it must be true!

But it’s not true is it? The fact is that Labour Live was a monumental flop. Not that you will have heard that on the TV news, a situation which would not be unexpected on the Biased Broadcasting Corporation, but what about Sly News, or Idiot TeleVision? No. Not a dicky bird. Nothing. But what did you expect? Did you hear them report earlier in the week that six members of the Labour front bench resigned en masse? No, of course you didn’t…

The press were marginally less biased about Jezfest, but not a lot. Even the more recognisable Labour rags were a bit scathing. Even the Grauniad declared “If walking around JezFest is anything to go by, the Tories have little to fear!”

It started badly for Labour when some idiot snowflake at HQ suggested that they could build on Comrade Corbyn’s ego trip at last year’s Glastonbury by holding their own mini version in the north London Labour heartland. It was a bad idea. First, they couldn’t find any committed socialist bands to pay for free. Socialist principals have their price, after all.

Then they couldn’t sell the tickets. £35 to hear a speech from the great Catweazel. Surely a bargain? Well, no. 30,000 on sale, only 2,000 mugs, so just to piss off the 2,000 they slashed the price to £10. And for just ten quid you get to talk to the great McClusky himself in the Unite marquee. Who could refuse that? Well, loads of people actually.

Not that this deterred the organisers. Unite bought 10,000 tickets at the full £35 and provided free transport to bus them in. Of course several of them were there already because they were bullied into working as stewards for free – pretty hypocritical for a party which condemns interns working for free!

But even that didn’t work. Even in a Momentum stronghold, they couldn’t attract people who wanted to listen to the likes of Eddie Izzard and Owen Jones telling them what they should be thinking. To be fair, I suppose that’s understandable. What would your traditional Labour core voter make of a transvestite alternative comedian with fake tits? Hard to say, but we could probably guess. But as one reporter revealed, when he got to the door determined that he wasn’t going to pay more than the discounted £10 for a ticket, he was told that ‘locals get in for free’. What a shame they forgot to tell the locals!

And then there was the moment the great man appeared – only to be met with a group of protesters proclaiming ‘Bollocks to Brexit’ seeking to ‘democratically overturn Brexit’. Well, they were ejected by a bunch of momentum heavies (denied by the organisers despite video evidence) because they were ‘blocking the view with their banner’. Democracy in action, presumably? Where did we see this sort of tactics before? Nazi Germany during the rise of Hitler perhaps?

No, at the end of the day you can spin this any way you like – and be assured they will – this was an ill conceived vanity project and a comprehensive failure. Even some of the photographs on Facebook bore a remarkable similarity to Glastonbury 2016. Presumably that was just a mistake rather than a deliberate lie? Of course it was.

So how do we sum up Labour Live 2018? Let’s be honest – if a major political party can’t even make a profit on a fundraiser, how the hell can you expect them to handle the economy?

“Labour – for the few, not the many”

Er.. no I’m not.

I’m banned from the Longrider blog because I don’t agree with him. Of course, to someone who spent twenty years at the sharp end of the IT industry, this is a bit a bit of a joke. So to share it with you and to demonstrate the Longrider opinion of what he thinks of you, here’s what he ‘prevents’ me from reading… notes added myself :

“He is currently engaging in a character assassination over at his place in an attempt to lick his wounds. (Really? Character assassination? No I’m not…)
His upset really was that he was unprepared for someone to challenge his unsubstantiated assertions and logical fallacies. (Pot, kettle, black once more)
The “agree to disagree” trope was merely an attempt to end the conversation while giving his assertions some degree of legitimacy. (No, it was an acknowledgement that our differences of opinion were just that and that there was no need to fall out over them)
He had comprehensively lost the argument and simply couldn’t accept it and I wasn’t playing that game. (Hands up those who thought that I didn’t answer every point he made?)”

Now we get to the really nasty bit as to how you, dear reader, are perceived by Longrider :

“I noted that his equally buffoonish sycophants (that’s you, folks!) made a great deal of my claim that he had lost the plot. When I wrote that, it was merely an expression of incredulity that anyone could seriously argue that Castro was a great man, in direct contradiction of the evidence. (Still looking for that evidence. That’s evidence as opposed to propaganda incidentally)
As time went on, it seems that my opening statement to Dioclese was remarkably prescient. Ah well, teaching pigs to sing and all that…”

Anyhow this pig is still trying to agree to differ. I think he’s wrong. He thinks I’m wrong. Fair enough. No need to get nasty about it.

Unlike him I don’t think the other guy is an idiot or that my readers are all buffoonish sycophants.

Form your own opinions…

Agreeing to disagree…

My regular reader may be aware that a fellow blogger disagreed with my views on the death of Castro and his legacy for the island of Cuba. Fair enough. I don’t mind if people disagree with me as long as we can agree that we disagree and carry on holding conflicting views without coming to blows.

Unfortunately, it just wasn’t possible in this case. Having tried to convert me to his point of view on this blog, he decided to have another go over at his place. You can read all about it here and here.

Now I confess that he got under my skin and wound me up. Silly of me to rise to it, but when people repeatedly refuse to address my points because they regard me as an idiot, I tend to react a bit. Phrases like “Fuck me! You are scraping the barrel here” and “you have chosen to behave like a spoiled child when challenged” do little to improve my demeanour especially when the pot is calling the kettle black.

Some of you reading this might also know that I edit a blog called “…is a cunt“. If you don’t approve, then don’t read it. The clue is in the title. I was censured for this by a group I was invited to join called Martin Scribblerus. I exercised my right to leave because it’s not up to them to approve or disapprove of what I publish. We agreed to differ and went our own ways.

Apparently our friend thinks that this is because I had a “hissy fit” of which he doesn’t approve. Again we should be able to agree to differ, but no.

I’m entitled to my views just as each of you reading this is entitled to yours. What is not right is debasing the argument to personal insults and then accusing me of starting it! That’s the sort of behaviour you get in the playground, not in an adult debate. Even my 5 year old granddaughter knows better…

Thought of the day…