Meddlers

Meddlers

One might have thought that the West might have learned its lesson by now, but no. Even after the disastrous attempt to saddle a couple of cows in Iraq and Afghanistan – for that, read “install a democratic government in a country that neither desires no cares for such a system unless it happens to benefit a gangster political elite” – they are still at it. Continue reading “Meddlers”

Workfare, or work-shy?

Workfare, or work-shy?

The recent week has witnessed the simmering row over Workfare – the scheme introduced by the Government to encourage the otherwise unemployable back into employment. Given the state of the economy and the current employment figures, any attempt to grease the cogs at their lowest level would be helpful in getting things moving – but it would be appear that some people are simply determined to get in the way of things. Continue reading “Workfare, or work-shy?”

Dizaei Rascal

Dizaei Rascal

Some people just cannot escape the headlines, and one such individual is former Metropolitan Police Commander and race-card player Ali Dizaei, aka the “Dizaei Rascal”. Now, some of you may remember my last comments on “Criminal Ali”, made some two years ago when he was handed his first sentence for his dodgy activities. Continue reading “Dizaei Rascal”

Still here…

Still here...

Christmas has come and gone, and January is almost at an end… There has been plenty to write about this year, but I’ve been busy with other projects elsewhere. Lunchtimes have not been long enough, there is just too much to write about to the point where you are left wondering where to start, and I have been trying to accelerate my Schwarz und Weiß project. If you are interested in football, just click on through – if not, just click through anyway as it will help boost my rankings.
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¡Viva la Revolución!

¡Viva la Revolución!

Latest I told you so news from the NoShitSherlock Channel: Islamic extremists lead the way the Egypt’s happy democratic election – the first and, if things follow this course, probably the last before the next major coup, car bomb bloodbath or inevitable American-led invasion. Continue reading “¡Viva la Revolución!”

More Tales from the Cesspool

More Tales from the Cesspool

I have long given up on reading a story and saying “words fail me” – because, quite frankly, they don’t any more. You just don’t have to look very far to read a tale of an animal being placed in a microwave by some mass-breeding Mekon-headed chav moron, an illegal immigrant driving the wrong way up the motorway whilst intoxicated in an untaxed and uninsured vehicle, or some oxygen-thieving little bastard throwing rocks onto passing cars from road bridges. Continue reading “More Tales from the Cesspool”

Stirring the pot

Stirring the pot

I can’t believe I haven’t posted for over a month: tempus fugit. Nothing at all in November, a month that has seen Europe on the brink of financial collapse, the press being brought to book for all sorts of unseemingly skullduggery, and Libya being transformed into a healthy and flourishing democracy. Continue reading “Stirring the pot”

Nothing is ever Sirte-n

Nothing is ever Sirte-n

So after months of silly games of hide-and-seek and media speculation, Colonel Gaddafi is now dead – the final scenes taking place in a drain in his home region of Sirte. Given his infamously ostentatious lifestyle, it was something of an inglorious end – he didn’t even get a last meal of falafel washed down with a pint of fresh camel milk. Continue reading “Nothing is ever Sirte-n”

Who’s afraid of the Big Bad (Grey) Wolf?

Who's afraid of the Big Bad (Grey) Wolf?

Yep, it’s another Daily Mail Nazi (for that, read Adolf Hitler) story. I keep joking about articles placing the Führer in Latin America, and it appears that the folks at the DM have been reading my requests. Hurrah! Continue reading “Who’s afraid of the Big Bad (Grey) Wolf?”

Ah, zoze Frenchies, hein?

Ah, zoze Frenchies, hein?

Although the Daily Mail continues to publishly frequent Nazi-related stories almost without fail, I have to admit that I have got rather bored of them. It’s just a case of the same old Scheisse, really: if it’s not some comical old wives’ tale about Josef Mengele’s long lost brother being found living among primitive tribes in Borneo, then it’s some story of some spectacular saluting dog called Adolf. Continue reading “Ah, zoze Frenchies, hein?”