mugabe and friends

Gordon Brown has described Zimbabwe President Robert Mugabe's regime as a "criminal and discredited cabal" which "should not be recognised by anybody".

But old Rob has alot of friends happy to shake his hand.

Rob and Jack

Rob and Chuck

Rob and Thatch

fat cop, little cap

What the f***! Let me get me kebab!

one asylum seeker who is definately not welcome here

congratulations to the Nepalese for Kicking out their parasitical leech of a king and declaring their country a republic.

An excellent Idea which should be copied everywhere- however, this means that another bunch of aristocratic spongers are loose on the World cadging stage.

We say Piss off you Bastard you aren't welcome here!

here is a hint for anyone with surplus Royals

making Holocaust revisionism respectable

for a while now there has been a serious weakness at the heart of mainstream liberal and leftist politics. The Idea that in opposing imperialist war it is the duty of leftists to support uncritically any and all who stand against U.S. or other Western interests. This has led the anti war movement to embrace and cheerlead for some decidedly unsavoury charactors and movements- whether the embarrassment of "We are all Hesbollah!" or the presence of the spokesmen for Hamas and Al Sadr's Mahdi Army on 'Stop The War' podiums. In recent weeks this has even led some to defend the murderous dictatorships of the Generals in Burma and Mugabe in Zimbabwe, because if the British and Americans are against them then they MUST be supported.
Given these anti-imperialists other fixation, with Israel and Palestine, and the supposed power and influence of the 'zionist' lobbys on western politics, it isn't all that surprising that eventually they would seek to exonerate the reputation of earlier opponents to American and British imperialist designs and the powerful Zionist forces that controlled them.
Last month the Guardian's forum CiF printed an article by the former editor of the New Statesman Peter Wilby which trumpeted a new book by the American author Nicholson Baker, Human Smoke, which argued that the Nazis were not responsible for the Holocaust, and if it was not for the brutal warmongering of the British under Churchill and the US under Roosevelt, goaded on by the Zionist Lobby then Hitler would have peacefully relocated Europe's Jews to Madagastar. Nazi occupation and domination of all of Europe and colonisation of the East were to be prefered to fighting the fascists.
David Aaronovich's interview with Baker in yesterdays Times is fascinating showing how far such Idiot anti- imperialism can go; twisting history to fit into their conspiracy laden world view.

sex tips for trots

from last years eurotrot summer camp newspaper:
"Bring together 500 young revolutionists of all Europe, in a place closed in full summer. To take pleasure? You want of it but you do not know yet ; how that will occur, if the heterosexual reports will be soaked with sexism than in your life of every days This had to be said, between revolutionists!
For opening out reports and a maximum catch of pleasure without doubts nor risks, there are sexual tools hyper. The first element is to fight presupposed that the system policies encrusted in our heads, until our ass. For that it is important to speak about sex most freely possible: to know its desires, to discuss, understand of it that the sex as it is political… in light to dilate its spirit at the same time as its bottom.
The hood is the only means of stopping the AIDS. Lubricated well, it will be able to return in any opening according to the desires One will be able to place it with the hands or the mouth.
The female condom consists of a matter which transmits much more heat that the latex. There is almost no chance that it crash and its external ring rubs the clitoris (hmmmmmm!). It is enough to place it and await 30 min that it is fixed. And it left for 8h pleasure!
To eat an ass or a pussy, it is enough to use a dam (right-angled latex has to apply with gel ) or a hood cut in the direction length to apply the side lubricated to the vagina or the anus. One places it on the zone so much desired with a little freezing between it and the opening and it left: our languages muscular of militant can act differently. Obviously, a hood by opening and partner. And if I do not want to kiss?

The sexual release is not to set up a against-standard where everyone kisses together It is to respect its desires and the desires of the others. One inevitably does not want to kiss, one can want to build other reports that reports of seduction. One can want to hold his she-cat with his own fingers. Like said it Marx *: when, how, with which, with how much: it is me which knows if I want or not; it is me which decides if I make or not! >>
* Dialectical of sodomy and gross wet beard, 1871"

five years on- Why are we still marching?

IF MARCHING CHANGED ANYTHING THEY'D ABOLISH IT

Back in 2003 the Stop the War Coalition had two tactics to prevent war in Iraq: marching from A to B and then going home, and marching from B to A and then going home. Neither of these cunning plans worked, but they seemed so good to Tony Benn, Lindsey German and their friends it is all the StWC’s done to stop the war. This may let them claim the moral high ground: but how many divisions can that muster? Any superiority this might give them has, anyway, been squandered by their adherence to tactics which have failed to achieve their stated objectives. The British state has faced StWC down once and knows it can do so again if, for example, it chooses to partner the US in an attack on Iran.

ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS

Thankfully not all protestors followed the supine policies of the StWC. School and college students walked out of their institutions, disrupted traffic, and showed a willingness to wrestle with the police. When demonstrators travelled to disrupt the Fairford airbase, there was no ‘right’ to demonstrate, only the illegal actions of the police. Clearly they recognised the threat posed by direct action to the Government’s war plans, even if the StWC could not.

NO WAR BUT THE CLASS WAR

Gordon Brown is committed to the neo-conservative project. Those who celebrated Tony Blair’s resignation ought to consider that he handed over at a time of his choice to the successor of his choice who shares his politics. Britain remains in the missionary position and will remain so regardless of whether Bush, McCain, Obama or Clinton’s on top. Given this, a militant anti-war movement is as necessary as ever. Sadly the StWC is as impotent now as five years ago.

TALKING A GOOD FIGHT

To cover up its flaccid nature, the StWC has as many excuses as an incapable lover. Their 2008 pamphlet begins with the following astonishing claim by Viscount Stansgate (Tony Benn): ‘The Stop the War movement is the most powerful and influential popular political movement of my lifetime and possibly of any period of our history’. If the last five years have been a victory, we would have hated to see a defeat! Such lies can also be found amongst the witterings of the SWP leadership, with John Rees informing us that ‘Tony Blair was Britain’s worst ever prime minister’ (has he never heard of Margaret Thatcher?) and that ‘we [the StWC] had driven him out of office’. This is nothing short of collective delusion and helps explain why the 1.5 million marchers in 2003 have been followed by ever decreasing turnouts. Working class people are used to being lied to by mainstream politicians – we do not need such lies from the self-proclaimed leaders of the anti-war movement as well.Given it has been such a flop when it matters, the Stop the War Coalition needs a good dose of Viagra. We are calling on demonstrators today to let the Stop the War Coalition leadership know their feeble approach satisfies only the state and the war-mongers.

foxtons consequences

House prices directly affect the accessibility and availability of housing for everyone, but especially the working class - for us, particularly, the housing squeeze is increasing.

The social housing stock is decreasing whilst waiting lists increase. This inevitably leaves the options down to private rentals or owner occupation. However housing costs impact on rents, private rentals being considerably more expensive than those for social housing, and clearly purchase price puts most houses well out of reach for many people.

The trouble with Foxtons, and their ilk, is that they artificially inflate prices to increase their commissions. They also expand their operations into traditional working class areas which, together with their pricing policies, further restricts housing availability for the working class.

We should all support Class War's picket at Foxtons, the target is justified.

Picket Foxtons, 3pm, 3rd March

CLASS WAR PRESS RELEASE:

Picket Foxtons: Islington Branch, 3 pm March 3rd:

Monday March 3rd at 3pm sees Class War's picket of Foxtons in Islington, in a demonstration against the greatest con-men of our time - estate agents.

We've been ripped off by them, and are sick of them driving up house prices in our part of town.

So come along and tell one of the worst of the lot, Foxtons, what you think of them.

Foxtons Islington branch at 355 Upper Street will be picketed from 3pm - 7pm on Monday 3rd March.

There is however a lot that can be done before then (and afterwards!) - and not just towards Foxtons. Many estate agents routinely break the law by placing advertising signs without permission on council property, and sometimes on private property. One very simple way to fight back against the damage estate agents are doing to our communities is simply to take these signs down where ever you find them. Don't let them advertise - illegally - over-priced properties in your community.

Take these signs down, and return them to the estate agents concerned - the bigger this campaign gets, the better it gets for us, and the worse it gets for the likes of Foxtons.

Lets get busy!



NOTES:

The BBC TV Whistleblower programme found agents putting forward false offers, faking landlords' signatures and falsifying documents to inflate property prices.

Foxtons are here to drive up house prices, it's their avowed intent: their founder Jon Hunt, who sold up last year and pocketed £370 million, liked to talk of 'going to war' for his sellers. Foxtons takes a bigger commission than any other agent to flog each house which it justifies by promising to wring from a buyer the highest possible price.

QUOTES:

"Some of the people I hate most in the world are estate agents. I hate generalisations, but all estate agents are slimy, money obsessed, lying idiots, who went to public school, but still didn't get any A levels and so have to do an essentially unnecessary job for too much money. It's not a generalisation. Show me one estate agent who isn't like that and I will show you an estate agent who has lied to you to convince you that he isn't like that and has thus confirmed just exactly how much he is like that in reality." Richard Herring

"For those of you who don't live in London and have no intention of ever living in London: well, lucky you. Lucky you for not having to put up with......extortionate house prices, but mostly lucky you for not having to put up with Foxtons, the people who sell those houses for extortionate prices." Bryony Gordon

Tel: 07986 041 207
Email: londoncwf@yahoo.co.uk
http://www.classwaruk.org/
http://www.myspace.com/fkfoxtons

northern rock mantra

Privatise profits, socialise risk.

The fuckers.

Fuck the Pope

Thanks to jez for this- when we were chatting about my course and I mentioned that I was studying the french revolution and he assumed that I knew about this already. I didn't- and so I stole it:

Jacques Hébert 1790
The great anger of Père Duchesne against the bishop of Rome, who has just excommunicated all the French and who, with the Cardinals, the Bishops and all the damn priests, cooked up the plot to slaughter the National Assembly, the Jacobin Club and all good citizens. The nomination of a Patriarch to govern the clergy of France.
Who does he take us for, that bastard of an indulgence seller? Does he think that with his toilet paper — his bulls — his cannons without primers, and all the thunder and idiocies with which he put to sleep or scared our fathers, dammit, does he still believe he leads the French of today? We're no longer in the time of King Dagobert, and today we're no longer such dupes as to buy the pardons that priests trafficked in in past centuries, nor to be upset by an interdiction that the bishop of Rome will cast upon the Kingdom. The hell with them; we won’t let ourselves be fooled by those sons-of-bitches of priests. Their confessions, their purgatory, their absolutions, their indulgences are nothing but feed for the foolish. The so-called keys of St. Peter, with which the Pope’s criers once opened the doors to the great salon of the eternal father, now seem to us to be nothing but skeleton keys with which the Latin pontiff wants to pry open our houses and our coffers so as to take what we own.
How does this bastard still have the audacity to use such methods today? It’s said that he has responded to all the mitred Ravaillacs who fired him up against the French nation and he issued a brief of excommunication against us. O lord, what is going to become of us? In order to make a greater impression on people’s spirits, it’s during the fortnight of Easter that the lightning bolts are going to be thrown at us; all the croziered — and to-be-clubbed — priests must, during this holy time, make a last effort to overthrow the constitution. At the head of the devoted, escorted by knights of the dagger, the fuckers are going to lay siege in groups to the house of every deputy to the National Assembly, and those of all the members of the Society of the Friends of the Constitution and kill them during the night, and then fall upon the guards of the Tuileries and take away the King.
These are the peaceful projects of these sons-of-bitches of priests, and they dare flatter themselves that the French will back them in this abominable enterprise; they think that upon hearing their voices brother will arm himself against brother, son against father, and finally, that for the second time, we'll give them the abominable joy of a new St. Bartholomew’s Day massacre.
They've lied, these rascals, and we'll know how to handle them. I can reply for the Parisians, dammit, and our pals from the faubourg Saint Antoine are all disposed to fix them. I pity the bastard who will dare assume his chair to pronounce the excommunication they threaten us with. He can be sure it'll be only one small leap from there to the lamppost. And if the sons-of-bitch priests think they'll do better in the Departments; if they flatter themselves that the same brigands who they armed with daggers in Nimes, Montauban, and Vannes will back up their efforts, then, dammit, 20,000 of us are ready recall them to order.
And so, dammit, all their projects, all their plots will fail miserably, and these bastards of sons-of-bitches would do well to make of necessity a virtue and take the side of the constitution. This is the only choice left to them, and it is in vain that they place their hopes in Capet the Redhead. Despite him, despite the Germans, despite his army of Savoyards, despite his bandits from Spain, we'll accomplish our task, dammit, and we will maintain the constitution ...
So let the old rascal put away his baubles; let him remain peaceably in his Vatican. Let him feast with all the red donkeys of his fucking college, let him sip the good wines of France and Spain every day with the gluttonous de Bernis, or let him amuse himself with tender young thing, but dammit, let him not trouble his old age by messing in politics.
The bishops we'll name, dammit, will be worth as much as those of la Guimard[1], and those who will have benefices granted by the people will deserve their confidence more than all those valets of the court, those schemers, those payers of arrérages who won bishoprics and abbeys and who lived off the patrimony of the poor as once was done. But to ward off the blows that those damn low-lives want to deal us, I make the motion to cut off the living of those conspirators, and to take from them the pensions that the nation still accords them, and that we name a patriarch for France, and that the most virtuous of prelates be chosen for that eminent post, and fuck the court of Rome, its cardinals, its bishops, its abbots, its indulgences, its pardons and the Pope himself.

1. The traffic that dancer carried out in benefices while the bishop of Orleans was among her pursuers is well known. A doctor who, as a price for the exactitude and dexterity with which he rubbed that beauty down during her frequent indispositions asked her to accord him a post. Become a priest, Guimard answered him, I don’t know how to read — what difference is it...But don’t you know that between my legs I have a page of benefices. He became a priest had had a priory worth 20,000 livres.

Adultery Rocks

pigs at the trough

The police have always been happy to jump to their masters needs when breaking strikes and beating up demonstrators. Now in a bizzare twist of irony they are planning to march to demand the right to strike.

If you have found the police to be idle, useless, stupid, bigoted, dishonest, violent or just plain wrong, like us you probably see little point in giving them even more money from the public purse.

If so, now is the time to make your voice heard. We already pay for their tasers, CS gas, guns, extendable batons, surveillance squads and fast cars - now they want us to pay for fat wage increases.

Trot on copper!

We want to see everyone who has ever had a bad experience of the police in central London on Wednesday 23 January.

The police never care about the "rights" of any other workers - why should we care about theirs?

Make your voice heard when the police demonstrate in London.

Class War says give the greedy pigs what they deserve - nothing!

Protest against the Police. January 23rd Central London

further details to follow at http://www.londonclasswar.org/

police porn

Flashy dies

There have been a large number of obituaries and tributes to George Macdonald Fraser, the creator of Harry Flashman, who died recently. In the continuing spirit of RSC we have stolen a couple: A poem from Bill on Harry's Place, a pastiche of 19th century mawkishness. and an article from History Today may 2000 reproduced from the Flashman Society

The Burial of Sir Harry Flashman

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corpse to the rampart we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
In the trollop our hero had married.

We buried him darkly at dead of night,
When the strumpets were out gallivanting,
By the struggling moonbeam's misty light
At the hour Flashy was lustfully panting.

No useless coffin made up his bier,
Not in sheet nor in shroud was his corse girt;
But he lay like a poltroon quaking in fearHiding,
till the end, ‘neath a lady’s skirt.

Few and short were the prayers we said,
And we spoke not a word of sorrow;
But we silently thought ‘at least it’s not I who is dead’,
Though we bitterly thought of the morrow.

We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed –
It was high time he slept alone –
Of the dangers we’d rather pile on his head,
While we lived it up safely at home.

Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,
I doubt if we'll miss him that much
And little he'll notice, if they let him sleep on
While his girls writhe ‘neath our fresh touch.

But half of our heavy task was done
When the clock struck the hour for retiring;
And we heard the distant and random gun
That the foe was sullenly firing.

Quickly and suddenly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame cold and sterile;
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
But we ran far away from all peril.

Flashman author George MacDonald Fraser explains how 'history disguised as fiction' has been his inspiration and is also his aim.
`YOUR EYES ARE blinded by the sight of gold, man!' Thus Sir Daniel Darnley Darnley (or was it Darnby?), the Laughing Pirate, duelling in an Aztec treasure-house, despatching some unfortunate Spanish villain with a lightning rapier 'thrust -- and awakening my interest in history for the first time.
I was about eight years old and until I encountered Sir Daniel in a D.C. Thomson 'tuppenny blood' my acquaintance with the past had been limited to the odd Bible story, Greek and Norse myths, and my first school history book, The World Family. I'm sure it was an excellent primer, but all I remember of it is a couplet about Hannibal crossing the Alps because he wanted the Roman scalps, and a law of King Hammurabi's condemning arsonists to be thrown into the fire they had started, which seemed drastic, though not illogical. I became disenchanted with the book when, asked to read aloud from the last chapter which dealt with the Great War, I was mocked for my mispronunciation of 'the warring navies', which I rendered as though the last word was spelt with two 'v's, thus conjuring a picture of labourers swarming out of the trenches brandishing picks and shovels.
And then I chanced on Sir Daniel, and it dawned on my infant mind that history (in his case Elizabethan or Restoration, I forget which) was not only a sober record of the past, but a wonderland of action and excitement, where gallant adventurers swaggered and fought and intrigued, usually for patriotic but occasionally for mercenary reasons, against sinister enemies, most of them foreign, and life was a series of battles: escapes, ambushes, rescues, conspiracies, duels, and general romantic activity. I knew it was fiction, of course; only later did I discover that true history left fiction far behind.
This began to dawn through the exploits of another true-blue British buccaneer named Morgan, who swung a hearty cutlass and sang a merry jingle about 'the Spaniards who sail the Spanish Main, we hunt their craven souls; We cut off their heads and trim their ears, to make a game of bowls.' (It will be seen that even at the age of eight I was tending towards the Macaulay rather than the Gibbon school of history.)
But Morgan was a turning-point, for I discovered that there really had been a buccaneer of that name, whose real-life exploits were pure Hollywood; he was my bridge from dream history to true history, from the pages of The Skipper to (eventually) Esquemeling, Charles Johnson, Defoe, Dampier and Prescott; from ripping yarns to the great escape from Maracaibo and the epic march on Panama.
My progress along this path was assisted by a writer whom I regard as the best historical novelist since Walter Scott -- and I am well aware that I am giving him priority over a talented host headed by R.L. Stevenson. Rafael Sabatini it was who confirmed for me that history was not only a serious study but a magical entertainment, and showed me how historic fact may be wedded to exciting fiction. At this he was a past master, a historian turned story-teller who excelled in both fields. I should guess that he influenced more writers than any academic teacher.
I first came across Sabatini in a school library, and Captain Blood, that sweeping piratical saga inspired by the life of my old friend Morgan (the real one), held me enthralled. Months later the cinema curtains opened on the film version, with Erich Wolfgang Korngold's majestic overture thundering out, the novice Errol Flynn defying Judge Jeffreys, pinking Basil Rathbone, wooing and winning Olivia de Havilland, and scattering Dons and Frenchmen in all directions... and I was seeing history for the first time, or thought I was, which is much the same thing when you are ten years old.
From that moment I became a sort of history alcoholic, absorbing it from every available source, factual and fictional, but mostly the latter. Treasure Island, Ivanhoe, The Prisoner of Zenda, The Three Musketeers, and the works of Jeffery Farnol, Philip Lindsay, and many others were consumed, but I did not abandon my first mentors, the Wizard, Hotspur, and Rover, who took me through the Napoleonic Wars in The Fighting Temeraire, the '45 Rebellion with an Alan Breck clone named Red Fergie, the Border raids with one Black Musgrave, and the Seven Years' War with The Ten Scarlet Feathers, which dealt with a sacred war bonnet belonging to the celebrated Indian chief, Pontiac. This inspired my own first attempt at historical fiction, a lurid but (I'm proud to say) factually-based account of the massacre of British-American settlers at Fort Venango. I was writing it during a maths lesson when it was confiscated and destroyed by an unsympathetic vandal of a master; the Nazi book-burnings were taking place about this time, and I brooded on the coincidence. I still haven't forgiven that man; as Dr Campbell said of James Boswell: 'When I think of the murdered literature that lies at the door of that drunken little ass ...'
But I digress. By this time I was getting past the 'tuppenny blood' stage (so far as I ever have) and had developed a new enthusiasm, for a work by one Robert Graves, embellished with a stone bust and the title 'I, Clavdivs'. Being unfamiliar with the Roman 'u' at that time, I went about calling it 'I, Klav-divs', but if this was derided I didn't notice, for Graves had me hooked, and I still rate Claudius as one of the four best historical novels I have ever read (Scott always excepted), the three others being Captain Blood, Kenneth Roberts' Northwest Passage, and de Coster's Legend of Ulenspiegel.
I was caught reading Claudius during a Latin class (no wonder my education was erratic), and was rebuked by the teacher: 'You'll never get anywhere, Fraser, reading that sort of thing instead of Kennedy'. (Kennedy's ghastly Primer was the book of the century with Latin teachers). And then he added: 'And yet, who knows?' which was perceptive in its way, for wherever I've got (not, admittedly, very far) it has been as a result of devouring historical fiction.
All this must seem terribly juvenile and trivial -- 'tuppenny bloods', cloak and sword romances, and cinema swashbucklers as a springboard into history. Well, I have now been producing historical fiction of a fairly sensational kind for over thirty years, and I wish I had a pound for every reader's letter I have received saying, in effect: 'Thank you for awakening my interest in history, for telling me what I didn't know, and for pointing me to the sources'. That is the ultimate reward, and I know they mean it, because it happened to me too.
As I've said, it was Sir Daniel Darnley who led me to Esquemeling, and Conan Doyle to Froissart, Graves to Suetonius and Tacitus, Henry to Kinglake, Mayne Reid to Bancroft, the Wolf of Kabul to Kaye and Mallinson, and Sabatini to more than I can count. Yes, and Forever Amber to Macaulay, Pepys and Evelyn, and Gone With the Wind to Bruce Catton and Samuel Eliot Morison. Nor must I omit 1066 And All That, the best introduction to history ever written.
If this proves anything, it is that there is no truer guide to the past than good historical fiction. There is nothing phoney about it; while I tend to distrust approaches to education which suggest that it is an enjoyable game (when we know it is just hard slogging), the good costume novel is telling no more than the truth when it suggests that real history is fun and excitement and glamour and suspense; that it has all the ingredients of a great adventure story. But of course, that is what history is.
It does not matter if the historical novel is pure unashamed fiction, with plot and characters owing nothing to historic fact, so long as it is properly researched and reflects, as faithfully as the writer knows how, the period and its spirit. Better still, of course, to write what a Sabatini reviewer called 'history disguised as fiction' -- that is, to take historic truth and present it as a story, weaving in whatever fictitious incidents and characters are needed to oil the narrative's wheels, but never, never falsifying or distorting the truth on which it is based. Fairness above all, to the best of the writer's ability; it isn't always easy, but history and the reader deserve no less.
It is a rule which the best of them -- Scott, Dumas, Doyle, Graves, Forester, Sabatini, Roberts and the rest -- never broke, and far beyond the entertainment they gave and continue to give to countless millions, they did history good service, and set an impossible standard for those emulators who trudge vainly in their footsteps. I for one owe a lifetime's work to all of them. And to Sir Daniel Darnley.

how to avoid talking out of your arse

Our old Mucker Gerry has started a new Blog animated by the collapse of Respect.
Taking 'The Gorgeous One's' comments upon the desirability of the derriere of the antipodean chantreuse, and the row it triggered she has titled it the split of kylies arse.
As is our usual practise we have shamelessly stolen this piece from it:


The current collective consciousness on the left around oppression is such a miasma of postmodern, subjective, sentimental, victimised, emotive dreck. I feel a certain responsibility for having added my bit to the heap. Here by way of restitution, I offer the following insights painfully gleaned over a lifetime of politcal twaddle.
1. Membership of an oppressed group does not confer authority. It does not guarantee authenticity. It does not make you right. You should be judged by what you say and do not by what you are. I offer in evidence my Cabinet of the Oppressed: Margaret Thatcher (women’s rights), Robert Mugabe (racial equality), David Blunkett (disability), Osama bin Laden (international relations), Golda Meir (special responsibility for minorities), the entire Gandhi dynasty (democracy and anti-corruption). Feel free to nominate others to strengthen our inclusivity.
2. Being a VICTIM does not make you right. You may be worthy of sympathy, redress, sensitive consideration, but it has no bearing on the quality of your argument. Reality is dialectical: the victim becomes the oppressor, and vice versa.
3. History is not a licence to kill. An atrocity is an atrocity, however badly treated the perpetrators, wwhatever legitimate grievance they may have. I give you Nazi Germany, Dier Yassin, 9/11, Beslan…
4. My enemy’s enemy is not my friend. people and nations change sides; alliances shift. If you base your position on tactical considerations, you will end up incoherent. We endlessly repeat the argument that it was the West who armed Saddam Hussein and the Taliban. The argument applies equally to us. We may lack the fire power, but we give hostages to our future enemies if, for example, we lie about the repressive regime in Iran simply because it is threatened by the US: it will come back and bite us.
5. If you feel it, suspect it. If it feels good… wait a minute. Outrage is the crack of left polemic. There’s that flaming high - oh it feels so good! All too soon, you come down. You regret giving in to the seductive flame. You feel a bit bad, a bit ashamed, a bit depressed. Someone flames back. It feels good to join the fray again - a bigger hit. And so it goes on and on and on..Emotion brings an aura of authenicity. If you feel it, it must be real. Aint necessarily so. The evolutionary point of emotion is to move you to action. Sometimes it’s rash, dangerous to move. Except in a literal emergency, it’s better to think first. Left polemic is full of pseudo-emegencies, where the adrenalin pumping makes it feel like life and death, but nothing is lost by taking time to consider.
6. You have to laugh or else you’ll cry. The situation of the left today is a tragic absurdity, if you lose your sense of humour, you may as well shoot yourself.

Multiculturalism- The Newspeak of the Left Cop

Multiculturalism appears to be everywhere right now- from the Diversity units of the Metropolitan police to the inane ramblings of ‘Ordinary Bloke’ (and Ubertoff) Dave Cameron, Multiculturalist ideas and practices have become the official policy spanning Government and media. It has become one of the ideological planks of the Blair era. Suddenly the entire establishment appears to be casting off centuries of racism and discrimination and embracing a brave new world of tolerance in which the views and beliefs of all are valued and respected.
In the true spirit of this Brave New World, History itself is being rewritten as the crimes of the past are expunged through the copious application of apologies. In Blair’s world politics is…. Only having to say you’re Sorry… but only for those acts committed by men long dead.

The lefty and liberal press have embraced multiculturalism and denounce any who question its tenets as racist and reactionaries lower than amoeba. Who then would argue against it?
Surely these visions of a contented multiracial society in which the ideas and beliefs of all are respected are so clearly positive and good that no one but the reddest necked boneheaded tosser could object.
Actually, Multiculturalism is anything but about ending oppression and building a fairer society. It is a Cop Ideology, in its design and in its practice it seeks to divides working class communities against themselves and foists state approved ‘community leaders’ upon us who scrabble against each other for the chance to win the approval of the ‘soft pig’ middle class do-gooder professionals who decide which ‘community’ is most docily deserving of the largest share of the limited resources available.
Borrowing a hodgepodge of ideas from feminism, 1980s Political correctness, and academic anthropology the supporters of multiculturalism argue that Human beings are defined not by their individual personalities or membership of a particular social class but instead as members of distinct ‘cultures’. Instead of looking for what unites us all- our local community, our class or even our common humanity what is of prime importance is the one thing that divides us whether that is our race, gender, sexual identity or whatever.
To criticise these ’values’ from the vantage point of another ‘cultural grouping’ is to indulge in an act of ‘cultural imperialism’-a definite sin in the eyes of the multiculturalists and one for which you will be likely to get your collar felt for when the Religious Hatred Act becomes law.
Despite the support Multiculturalism gets from both lefties and Liberals it is in fact a highly conservative ideology. By its insistence that all differing cultures are of equal value multiculturalism denies most fundamental of liberal assumptions dating right back to the French and American Revolutions, the Universality of Human Rights. To condemn the hanging of gays in Iran or the mutilation of the genitals of young girls in sub-Saharan Africa is failing to account for “the legitimacy of their cultural experience and exposes our inherent racism” and again culturally imperialist.
Not only does multiculturalism denies that Class has any role but neither does it allow any room for progress or change in society as this would involve the challenging or changing of cultural values. The multiculturalists have an Idealised view of modern society-seeing it as the best that can be achieved, needing only the slightest of tweaks to remove the ‘privileges’ from which white working class people allegedly benefit, which in multiculturalist eyes form the basis of racism.
Multiculturalism claims that it is against hierarchies and yet it is intrinsically elitist, it demands that all cultures and groups be represented by ‘community leaders’ to ‘speak for’ and embody that community. Government promotion of ‘moderates’ within communities along with the fact that those who are most vocal are those who identify themselves most closely with the defining feature of their ‘culture’ leads to the most conservative elements tending to take a leading role and their reactionary interpretations of what embodies ‘their culture’ becoming the mainstream. The promotion of the more reactionary of community leaders simply exacerbates a glaring contradiction at the heart of the multiculturalist dream of a society of separate and distinct cultures and groups; what to do when the beliefs and tenets of one culture directly impinge on the rights of another? How does a society satisfy (for example) the needs and aspirations of a career woman, a gay man, an evangelical Christian and an Imam?

Into the breach boldly step the ‘highly trained’ professionals of the cultural diversity units and social services departments who can arbitrate between the competing claims and negotiate solutions and distribute funding and resources to those community leaders who can keep their respective communities quiet and suitably respectful.
Whilst the police have always been in the front line in the Rich’s Class War against us, our rulers wouldn’t survive long without the army of auxiliary cops dedicated to convincing us through persuasion and coercion that the system in which we live is the best of all possible and that our position within it is natural and unchangeable.
These auxiliary cops are the teachers, social workers, probation officers, etc., who try to con us that whilst they have the power to punish us; fine us, take away our benefits, our homes, our kids, our liberty or our future, that they are in reality on our side.
They are recruited from the university educated middle classes- the very people upon whom the Leninist vampire parties prey for their cannon fodder and they all share that same Guardianista ‘concerned’ radicalism that wishes to bring enlightenment to the poor misguided proles whether we want it or not.
Multiculturalism masquerades as being the means of putting an end to racism forever and yet it has provided new life and opportunities for the Fascists.
Griffin and his cronies have pursued a successful twin pronged strategy; firstly, feeding upon the bitterness felt within white working class areas at the effects of both the real and imagined passing over of those communities in favour of other more ‘deserving’ more ‘oppressed’ cultural communities and, secondly, presenting themselves within ‘the community of distinct cultures’ as community leaders and the ‘genuine’ voice of the white community.

Criticism of multiculturalism is not received well and is usually dismissed as attacks upon minority groups and evidence of the critic’s inherent racism. The multiculturalists reserve their bile however for those who refuse to remain within the confines of their respective cultural groupings; the breakers of the rules.
Women, such as the Iranian communist Maryam Namazie, from muslim communities who refuse the veil and argue for secular concepts of women’s equality are denounced as the tools of imperialism and
Peddlers of Islamophobia.

Trevor Philips, who has made a good living as one of the prime architects of Multiculturalism, and is head of the newly unified The Commission for Equality and Human Rights made some minor criticisms of its effects and how it aided segregation in some Northern cities and found himself condemned by London Mayor ken Livingstone as “well on the way to joining the BNP”!!
If critics in Britain get abuse it is far more serious for those who deviate from community values abroad but the multiculturalists commitment to ‘diversity’is never stretches to defend their rights; when gays were murdered in Jamaica, protests against the killings were attacked as racist and showing ‘insufficient understanding of Jamaican culture’. Similarly, protests against the state murder of young gays in Iran were condemned as pandering to American Imperialism, just as opposing the killing of gays in palestine was supporting the zionist occupier.
Although multiculturalism is most associated with the ‘soft pigs’ it has also made its presence felt in the regular police- the black police association and gay police associations have both been given official recognition and have made high profile political statements and interventions in support of laws and initiatives of which they approve. This has been part and parcelof a explicit politicisation of the police force as a whole over the last ten years. Previously in Class War we have exposed the links between senior police officers and fundamentalist christian groups.
Multiculturalism claims to be the solution to the oppression and discrimination within capitalist society, in reality it is a deeply conservative elitist ideology concerned above all with dividing our class against itself in order to best ensure the Ruling Classes continued domination. What is clear is that we will never be free until both the hard pigs and the soft pigs and the class they defend are smashed.

Benazir Bhutto

Benazir Bhutto has been killed, it's a pity her mate couldn't join her.

cop death, murder - custody death, accident?

From April 1998 until the end of November 2007, there have been 117 deaths 'following police contact' in the Met. As far as I am aware, not one police officer has been arrested or charged for being complicit in these deaths.

How different when, following a Boxing Day domestic incident, a police officer who attended died. The man involved in the aforementioned incident was immediately arrested on suspicion of murder. (The officer he was accused of assaulting was not the one who died.)

In response to this incident, Home Office minister Tony McNulty said: "Events such as this highlight the dangers that our police officers face every day when protecting the public."

It has now been established that the officer in question died from heart disease, making McNulty's comments laughable. But perhaps he was referring to cops' propensity to eat all kebabs and other takeaways and thereby protect the general public from piggy heart disease.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/7161773.stm
http://www.mpa.gov.uk/issues/deaths/default.htm

lib dems pick cleggy

So Cleggy has made it to the top.


Makes you wonder why they thought old Ming the Skull was a bad choice, but hey, that's political parties for you..

halle diddley lujah, praiseland for the uk

Flanders walks tall in the North of England.

The AH Trust, a charity set up last year by a group of businessmen, wants to build a £3.5m Christian theme park in the North of England, that's right, I kid you not, Ned's 'Praiseland.'



It's intended to be a copy of the Holy Land Experience in Orlando, Florida, where hundreds of thousands of visitors make pilgrimages to see a bloodied Jesus forced to carry his cross by snarling Roman soldiers.

The trust declined to say who the backers were, but admitted it is talking to a number of businessmen who have invested in city academies, leading to speculation that it may have approached Sir Peter Vardy, who has given millions of pounds to advance the claims of creationism. Vardey has also taken tens of millions of pounds of public money to further his ridiculous ideas.

The trust also says it plans to apply for government grants and European funding to help it realise its dream of turning its own television studio into 'an international leader in promoting family-oriented Christian programmes'. Grants for religious loonies? Whatever, I shan't be subscribing to that channel.

And just like Ned's fiasco, it'll be all puff and wind, a complete fake.



So fuck off you religious whackos. If you want to emulate the life of your master, I'd be more than happy to nail you all to a cross myself.

http://tinyurl.com/37xscr

a soft toy named mohammed

It could have been worse, it could have been this cuddly little piglet, but it still wouldn't have been offensive other than to a religious crank.