You have it so you were going to commit a crime with it.

Many years ago I had a butterfly knife in my fishing tackle box. If you don’t know the style, its handle is in two parts, both hinged at the blade so the handle folds over both edges of the blade. I was quite adept at flicking it open, using it and flicking it closed again. Since you held both halves of the handle when it was open it could not close on your fingers in use.

I had that style because I could open and close it one-handed while trying to deal with a line or a fish with the other hand, and because when folded, it was safe to delve your hand into the fishing box without looking.

Then they were made illegal and I couldn’t use it any more. Instead I had a lock-knife. This had a little lump on the side of the blade so you could pop it open with one hand and it would lock open. No danger of it folding on your fingers. Not as handy as the butterfly because you needed two hands to close it again (liner lock – you have to press down a spring on the back while folding the blade) but nonetheless safer than either a fixed blade or a folding non-locking one.

Then they banned those too.

I have never stabbed or cut anyone or even threatened them with a knife, yet now all I am allowed is an unsafe folding knife. I don’t think any fixed-blade knife is legal outside the home but they wouldn’t be safe in a fishing box anyway. They can slip out of the sheath when the box is moved. The non-locking folding one is safe in the box but not safe in use because it can fold onto fingers, especially those slimy from handling fish – and it needs both hands to open it.

The only knife you can carry in public in the UK is a non-locking folding penknife with a blade less than 3 inches (7.5cm) in length. Anything else and you will have to prove to a court that you had a damn good reason to have it. This applies even if you had it out of sight and didn’t even show anyone – if you are stopped and searched and it is found, you’re arrested and charged.

In the seventies, after a camping trip, I got off the train in Cardiff with an eight-inch camping knife on my belt and went shopping. Nobody even noticed. Now they’d have helicopters and armed police surrounding me. I wouldn’t have to do anything, wouldn’t even have to touch the handle of the knife. Mere possession is a crime now.

Oh, and I bought that camping knife, alone, in a shop, when I was 15. Try that now, all you teen warriors demanding ever tighter controls on your lives. By the time you get to my age you’ll need to be over 30 and have three forms of ID to buy a paper clip.

Let me reiterate. It is illegal in the UK, and has been for some time, to be in possession in public of anything bigger than a folding three-inch knife. Anything else and you need to have a good reason to be carrying it.

Do we really need more laws than that?

Well we’re going to get them.

Because…

National figures show police in England and Wales recorded a rise of a fifth in knife and gun crime in the year to September.

Right. So the answer to people committing illegal acts using things that are already illegal is not to enforce those laws, but to make new ones that make more things illegal.

I notice there is no mention in the article of a clampdown on guns. Oh wait, those are already illegal. Criminals don’t care about laws though. What to do, eh? Well, there are a lot of Americans who think gun control will end shootings, including one I came across on Twitter who describes herself in her bio as ‘open minded’ and has a banner saying ‘The NRA are a terrorist organisation’.

Actually, more vegan animal rights activists (1) than NRA members (0) have gone on shooting sprees lately so as terrorist organisations go, I’d say the NRA really haven’t got the hang of it at all.

Back to the knives. The plan is to make even more forms of knives illegal, and to make buying them online as near to impossible as they can make it. Well. That’ll have no effect at all on street stabbings.

If the stabber is over 18 they can get a knife in a local shop. If the stabber is under 18 they will simply take one from their parents’ kitchen. Making them harder to buy will do nothing at all.

You cannot buy a handgun legally in the UK but criminals seem to have no problem getting them anyway. Knives? You can make one in your shed with a hammer, file, whetstone and a piece of fencing steel! You could even make one from oak or hickory. Yeah, it won’t work for long but it doesn’t need to, does it? Actually I won’t go into any more detail on that one because it has details I don’t want to hand out to any Mr. Stabbys out there.

The problem is not knives. Especially since carrying anything bigger than a whittling penknife in public is already illegal. The problem is people stabbing each other. Nobody in Government wants to address that. Oh, we know why but they made it illegal to say it.

Soon it will be illegal to be in possession of a set of kitchen knives in public and impossible to buy them online and have them posted to you. So, if you need kitchen knives, how are you going to get them home?

I have bought whisky online. I once bought a log splitter online. The delivery courier had to check I was of legal age to have them before handing them over. If there is nobody of legal age to sign for them then they won’t deliver. So, under-18s buying knives online can only get them if an adult signs for the delivery. That’s law now. They cannot ‘sneakily order them’ because the delivery agent won’t hand them over to the kid.

It’s the same as the argument that tobacco companies ‘market to children’. It’s as ridiculous as claiming Danish Bacon ‘markets to Jews’. Why would you ‘market’ a product to a group who are not allowed to buy it?

Likewise, it does not matter how hard you market your range of bladed items, scissors or dressmaking pins to those under 18. They are not allowed to buy them. Yes, I said dressmaking pins and scissors. You can get married at 16 in this country but you can’t buy anything sharp until you are 18 so you’ll have a married life with only plastic knives and forks for your first two years and can’t hang any pictures because you can’t buy nails.

This is not ‘where we are going’. This is where we are. Now. Today. And an allegedly Conservative government under the daftest woman ever put in charge of anything is about to make it worse.

There has been a lot of talk about Corbyn’s mob of hate-filled harpies (I’ve met a few and yes, they are) and how the Labour party needs to sort itself out. The damn Tories need a purge too. They are, really, no better. Criminalising people who want to buy a bread knife online? Stating that anyone in possession of acid in public is committing a crime? What the hell do they think is in a car battery? What do they think the chemical definition of vinegar is? Are they going to arrest anyone in possession of a lemon?

Ludicrous? Of course it is. It all is. We have a ludicrous government and a ludicrous opposition. What else can you expect from them?

If someone wants to buy a bottle of sulphuric acid, that should raise a red flag. They might want it for a legitimate purpose of course, in which case they won’t mind providing ID and having the sale recorded. I have no problem giving my name and address and proving who I am when I buy a scythe blade or any of the viciously sharp items in my tool room. I really wouldn’t be happy with a random lunatic having access to those things.

If I buy dangerous chemicals or bacteria for the lab I have to prove I have a lab capable of containing them and that I am a legitimate scientist with the knowledge to safely handle these things. That is as it should be – I can, and have, bought live cultures of some seriously dangerous bacteria in the past. That should not be available to some spotty teen who wanders in off the street. Okay, they’d probably kill themselves before they killed anyone else but even so… do you want to ban all research into intestinal disease becasue the causative agents are dangerous? I bet there are some who do, you know.

The law will just say ‘acid’. Leaving a chip shop with vinegar on your chips? You are in possession of an acid in a public place.  The law they propose will get you arrested for that.

Would the police be so petty? Hahahaha! They recently revealed on Twitter the ‘weapons’ they found in a sweep in London. A butter knife, a rubber mallet and a garden fork. Derisory. No guns, machetes, Samurai swords (why is it always Samurai swords? I find the short double-edged sword much easier to handle). Not even a big camping knife. Nothing that wouldn’t be laughed at by the man in the street but would be taken very seriously by a dusty judge in one of our zombified courts.

So, imagining they are only looking for 20-molar and above concentrated and actually corrosive acids is not being real. They will arrest you for having cranberry juice. Incidentally, if you don’t know what I mean by ‘molar’, please don’t lecture me on acids.

It’s not just acids that are corrosive. Better not hand out blatant clues but getting past the ‘acid’ part and still having something deadly is not actually a problem for those of us who had a genuine education.

Finally, a lot of legitimate businesses are about to bite the dust. I bought a lot of great stuff here in the past – including the heavy hat in the top banner – and I’ll order something – anything – in the next few days to give them a little boost before the government shuts them down. They have never been linked to any crime, ever. Their only ‘crime’ is selling sharp things. Like these guys and a lot of other innocent businesses too.

Once they ban all blades online, of course, nothing will change in the World of Stabby so they’ll ban the sale of knives in the high street too. Think they won’t? Then you have not been paying attention to how this works.

I already have a peening hammer, plain hammer, files, whetstones, oilstones and a grinder in my tool room. If you don’t, then get those things now before they are banned too.

It’ll be the only way to make something to cut your tofu when you grow up, kids.

Oh, and if they still have metalwork classes in schools, take that class and pay close attention. You’re going to need it.

Better wake up in chemistry class too, if that even still exists. You might need that one.

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The White Terror

I drove down to Local Shop today. There was only a foot or so of snow to get through, it was so much easier than the time I drove to Cruden Bay and back again in a blizzard in a mk II Fiesta with no door seals. This time it was touch and go on the driveway which is long and deadly but okay on the rest of the road.

You know, for anyone under 30-odd, this weather looks bad but really it’s nothing. A week or so of snow. Pfft. Easy. It lasted months in the past and it will again. Careful driving could get even a Prius home. It’s not the snow that’s the problem. It’s you, you weak bastards. Take a risk. Live a bit. Just don’t drive like an Audi maniac and you’ll be fine.

Ah, there might be enough to make a snowthing this year. In my kids’ youth we made Snow Tyrannosaurus, Snow Stegosaurus, Snow Marge Simpson, several horrific things and… no. We never made a traditional snowman.

I’m pleased about that because it meant my son didn’t grow up to be Aled Jones and sing at the limit of human acoustical endurance with a song called ‘We’re wanking in your hair’.

And now, every time you hear that song, it is forever ruined. Don’t feel too bad, it was crap before.

The entire cartoon is ruined anyway and not by me. I am not the one who made snowmen transgender.

I think I’m going to have a seizure. pic.twitter.com/G9INBsaKCe

— Oliver Hackett (@OliverHackett) March 2, 2018

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I did not do this but it’s so funny I wish I had. Snowpersons. The Joker can’t laugh this hard. They are made of fucking snow. They are not people at all. Grasp reality, it’s slipping away faster than KY jelly on a greasy pole.

If we get enough snow I want to make one with a horrified look at a snow penis on the ground. The lazy way would be to just uncurl a Cumberland sausage.

Seriously. Snowmen are sexist now – and weather is racist:

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— The Safest Space (@TheSafestSpace) March 3, 2018

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Snow is so disgustingly white, isn’t it? Should we spray it black? Oh but then it’s snow in blackface and the whine brigade can crank up the volume. Not that they ever needed an excuse but the white stuff closing everything down must surely be supremacist, right?

Is the modern world ever going to grow up? I think not. I think civilisation is going to fall again. Just like every civilisation before it.

And you know what?

Well put it this way. i like a smoke and a drink. I like salt and bacon. I like the things society (in the form of Public Health) want to deny me. So let it fall.

I’ll still be here. In the cold.

 

The face of Death

It’s going to be a popular look if Public Health England get their way.

As the definition of obesity gets ever narrower, to the point where you’ll soon be classed as obese if the medics can’t check for broken bones by holding you up to a light, so the evil of Public Health expands its war on all living things by forcing us towards photosynthesis as our only means of nutrition.

I’m surprised they haven’t tried that yet. Maybe it comes next. ‘Eat a Vegan diet and you’ll absorb enough chlorophyll so that soon you won’t need to eat at all’. I hope they don’t get upset at me for revealing their 2020 dietary plan too soon.

So far, they only want you to restrict your calorie intake to somewhere close to anorexia. It’s a slow death, but they’ll accelerate it later, I’m sure. When we all look like Death I’ll have the last laugh – I already have a black hooded robe and a scythe.

How am I supposed to survive on 1600 calories a day? That’s not even one bottle of whisky! In Scotland’s winter you can shiver away 1600 calories a day. I’ve never actually counted my calorie intake but it’s a lot higher than the currently recommended 2500 a day – and I’m not getting fat. I’m out every other day chopping wood for the fire and in summer, I’ll burn off a few thousand just cutting the lawns. That’s before I even start on the plant beds and the nettles in the woods. Which is what the scythe was originally for.

I’ll also have to rebuild a wall in spring. Part of the wall between Lawn 4 and Greenhouse 2 collapsed. Six feet tall and made of granite blocks. There are still piles of leaves on one of the driveways and the other has been on-and-off a glacier this winter. There are fruit trees to prune and other trees to trim. And I’ll need to rebuild the wood supply for next winter. I’ve run it down a bit this year.

If I pay any attention at all to this 1600 calories bollocks I’ll look like those photos of the Holocaust by next summer. So I have no intention of paying any attention at all to any of it.

That won’t surprise anyone. I’ve paid no attention to the five-a-week veggie thing nor the 21 units a day alcohol ‘limit’ and the antismokers might as well shout at my fallen wall. I hear they have now reduced their alcohol intake limit. I haven’t.

But then, they don’t expect anyone to pay attention to this new nonsense. That’s not what it’s for. As Christopher Snowdon observes…

The idea of having ‘limits’ for individual meals is entirely new and I suspect that there is an agenda at work here. The 400-600-600 ‘rule’ will allow PHE and its army of scolds to name and shame every restaurant portion, takeaway and ready meal that contains more than the government-approved quantity of calories.

It’s a new way into a tax on takeaways. Tax which will fund more nannying and deeper control. Followed by more taxes.

Start learning to photosynthesise. That’s where they’re heading…

Underground Platform

Fear not, this is not about the railways. Although today I did find the little battery-powered 00 gauge freelance tram/train I made about 25 years ago. It ran on an oval of track set into concrete on a rockery. The track might still be there, it was a pretty damn fine job. I also found the only 009 narrow gauge engine I made, using a plastic kit of a saddle tank engine and the (always overscale anyway) motor from a Lima N gauge Deltic. That’s a Class 55, for those who don’t recognise the term.  I must test those tomorrow.

No, this is about the current trend of ‘no-platforming’ anyone students don’t agree with. It makes them feel big and important while making them look small-minded, weak and petty, but it’s not just students.

I’ve been blocked by a few people on Twitter. Well, okay, more than a few. Sometimes I’ll follow a link in a conversation and find I’ve been blocked by someone I didn’t know existed, much less ever interacted with. Does this trouble me? I shrug and move on. It’s only Twitter. Someone I never heard of doesn’t want me to read what they write. There’s too much crap out there anyway, if they want to spare me their additions to it, that’s fine with me.

I have blocked two, I think, and those were both done in a state of tipsy truculence. Not rage, not righteousness, I was a bit pissed and felt like going ‘nyah’ at them. That’s all there was to it.

Why would I want to block lots of people? Why go to all the bother of writing stuff then limiting who can read it? Blocking someone really does not affect them at all, they can babble away to their heart’s content. They just aren’t reading what you write any more. What they write is unaffected. Also, blocking people who have never interacted with you at all means only one thing. They will never see anything you write. No matter how cogent, how persuasive your argument, they will never see it. That really is all it means.

I might be blocked by hundreds of people I’ve never heard of. I’ll never know nor care. I’ll never read a word they write. I won’t even know they have written anything. It doesn’t stop me writing, it doesn’t affect me, and yet they think it is a triumph of some kind. Well okay, have your invisible victory. Enjoy it, crow about it, revel in it. I’ll never even know.

Much the same goes for the ‘mute’ facility on Twitter. I have muted a few. Persistent adverts with nothing real to say, the stupid photoshopped ‘diseases’, things like that, I mute them. Does that make them upset?

They don’t know they’ve been muted and the muting only applies to me. They can continue to tweet to their hearts’ content, untroubled and entirely unaffected by the fact that I don’t see those tweets. The only person I have deprived of information by using the mute button is me. I just don’t want that information so I ignore it in the same way I can drive past a hundred advertising billboards and not know what a single one was advertising. They are filtered out. Mentally muted. And yet they are still there, their messages intact. I just don’t see them. Same thing, really.

This is ‘no-platforming’. It’s ‘I’m not listening to you and I’m not speaking to you’, usually followed in its normal context by ‘nyah’ because it’s the attitude of a five year old or someone very, very drunk.

I have never used ‘mute’ to silence an argument. Only to filter out persistent ads and silly things. I only used ‘block’ twice and I was pissed both times. I would never block someone who disagrees with me because how can I persuade them they are wrong if I have no voice? It would be like going to a debating contest with a ball gag in your mouth.

And yet it is common on Twitter for people to block anyone who even so much as asks an awkward question. What does it achieve? The person asking the question never gets an answer, never sees another word you write and assumes you are an arse without an argument. Do you win in that scenario? I don’t see that as a win. I see that as running away. So does the person you blocked.

When students ‘no-platform’ a speaker, it means they don’t hear what that speaker has to say. It means they have no opportunity to challenge it, to argue against it. It does not stop that speaker saying what they have to say somewhere else. The speaker does not lose by not speaking at an event where they’d just be shouted down anyway, where they would be blocked and muted. They benefit by having more time to present their argument to someone who will listen.

So what do modern students have?

Safe spaces. Hiding places for the weak and the cowardly. Where you cannot be hurt by the words of the horrible speaky people. Those are the new thing. It used to be foxholes and trenches where you could shelter from bullets. Now it’s places where nobody can say hurty words. What a feeble species we have become. What a sad and worthless animal. You know, there are rabbits and squirrels who would be absolutely delighted if a fox just called them names.

Anyway. The shit had to end sometime. It is beginning.

All this bollocks is getting called out now. There will be a new overseer of universities with the power to fine them or even de-register them. It has teeth. It remains to be seen whether it will use them, or whether this overseer will be populated by whining saddos who will file those teeth to nothing.

The student activists will not care. That will get very interesting indeed when the first university is de-registered because that university can no longer award degrees. The students who worked hard to get degrees won’t get them. The student activists won’t care because degrees are elitist and they didn’t need them anyway – but the majority who do care are going to rip those idiots apart. Literally.

And the Leftie staff the activists relied on… will have been defunded and will not be welcome in any other university,  so they will change sides faster than Italy.

I think it will take one de-registered university, two at most, before the governing bodies actually grow a fucking brain and realise they have been playing around in Narnia for years. No more silly degrees, no more pandering to the pansies who are scared of words. Back to some real, actual learning and proper studies again. And to degrees that are worth having and students worth employing.

It all hinges on this new overseer. Will it really do what it says on the tin?

Or is it just another veneer over the rotten wood?

Whiter Christmas

That last post got me thinking. And a line or two popped into my head. I haven’t corrupted a popular song for a long time now and well, it’s Christmas. The 20th book of my first year as a publisher is done and I risked life, limb and whisky to slide my car down the drive and post the author copies. of the anthology. Basically, I have done all the publishing for this year and it’s time for a real break.

I like to picture Bing singing this but he might have had reservations. Still, let’s face it, the original song was pretty crap really. Two verses repeated and that was it. Status Quo had more chords than that.

I’d love to see someone croon this in a capitalist-produced Antifa T-shirt. Capitalists love you, Antifa. You buy any old shit we produce. Keep daddy’s money coming, dupes. We’ll smile as we take it.

So anyway. Twitter are going to have a Kruschev-style purge of undesirables on Monday and I’ve just checked in a mirror and confirmed my undesirability. I’m white and male and straight with no gender questioning whatsoever. I am not a feminist because I believe you have to be female as a first qualification for that. I care nothing for religion and that includes Islam, the religion of making people eight inches shorter and of experiments such as determining whether being gay makes you immune to gravity and the genetic combination of rocks and rape victims.

I am not owlkin or badgerkin or shitehawkkin, I am simply almost-human. I do not like the EU but I am not anti-foreigner (stranger in a strange land myself, as it goes).

Therefore I am universally despised and I am fine with that. I’ll let you know if I ever start to care. You want me to be evil and demonic. Yeah, I can do that. You’ll be surprised, and soon, at just how evil and demonic we White Walkers can be when we’re pushed too far.

When Twitter have their purge, I have two other accounts there that won’t last long. I am also Underdog on gab.ai. Maybe they are considering not purging me.

Twitter has issued a challenge. Can I push them into banning me? Let’s see if racist Christmas can finish the job.

White Christmas

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
From times when IQ’s weren’t so low
Dim minds take it all in and idiots listen
Cause you can’t see racists in the snow

I’m dreaming of a wide Christmas
With every Christmas pie I bite
May your waistline stretch really tight
And may buttons fly into the night

I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas
With rain and cloud instead of snow
All the global warming can’t stop ice from forming
It’s all fake science, yes we know

I’m dreaming of a white Privilege
When immigration rates were low
When the lives of homeless and poor.
Were the stuff of Privilege that’s only white.
 

Merry Saturnalia to one and all.

Dumbing down

We have a really crap selection to vote for in the UK and there’s a reason for it.

If you want to dumb everything down, slap down capitalism, destroy the nation state, then what you have to do is get rid of the whole ‘best person for the job’ idea. How? Oh it was so easy!

You now have to elect/employ a woman because women are underrepresented in politics/business. You have to elect/employ someone based on diversity quotas or disability quotas.

You can’t discriminate against anyone, not even the one legged agoraphobic black ex-convict drug addict lesbian transgender single parent who identifies as a pansexual male seal and likes to rape penguins in his/her/its spare time. Not even if the job is ‘steeplejack’. If you don’t have one of those on your books, you have to employ him/her/it. This is especially true if the other candidate is a lithe and athletic professional climber nicknamed ‘Spiderman’ but who happens to be straight, white and male.

‘Best candidate for the job’ is no longer an issue. Have you filled your quotas? It’s about now I can be thankful I operate as a sole trader. I don’t employ anyone and never will. It’s just too much bother.

Although I might one day employ a woman. I like women. They have all those curvy bits and that aversion to taking wild risks that seems missing from… me, at least. Since the publishing game doesn’t really need muscle, the male/female thing is not an issue. Neither is skin colour nor the ability to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Bullet-dodging could come in handy though.

Political correctness had one aim. To destroy the social order. Pure Marxist theory – and everything that workshy proto-hippy ever did was theory. He was, in practical terms, entirely useless and yet he has been elevated to Godlike status because he promised a Utopia that can never work. We know, because it has been tried over and over again and it always ends in disaster and a big pile of corpses. All on the deranged writings of a bearded layabout hippy straight white man from a wealthy family. Irony is fun, isn’t it?

It will end in a big pile of corpses again this time round, and it seems white genocide is the aim of the anti-racists of today. Good luck with that, peoples of the world. You can look at our snowflake SJW whiners and think that is what you are up against but you are oh so wrong. One black girl student on YouTube once said white people are demons and she passed her course for saying it. Demons? Really, look at history. Proper history, not the sanitised shit. Look at what the white race is capable of when really annoyed. Demons are scared of us.

You really want to ride this train? We make films and books about the Djinn and Pazuzu and every other demon you want to tell us about. I have used most demons in my own stories and not one has dared complain. They don’t scare us. Demons are entertainment. And you think we are scared of you?

We’ve been quiet for so long but the genes of Napoleon and Bismarck and Drake and Vortigern and all those Caesars are not extinct. Go on, BLM. Keep it up, Islam. Keep kicking the sleeping giant.

I think you were always meant to. See, when you step back, dispel the emotional arguments pushed into your brains and really take a calm look at it all, you see the ones running the show are rich white men. So which races do you think they want to destroy and which do they want to keep? They know what we white devils can do. They want us to do it again. We don’t want to but you’ve been set up to force it to happen. So no tears when it does happen, okay? It’s what you were told you wanted.

It’s been a long game, this capitalism-destruction agenda that clearly cannot work. Not when anti-capitalists record their thug actions on the latest iPhones. Run by rich white men, pretty much exclusively and mostly led and carried out by the white children of rich families so they don’t have to trouble themselves with all that ‘working for a living’ nonsense and are free to bring down capitalism for the workers.

Yeah. For the workers. The people who work for, and who are paid by, capitalism. You know, the people who actually produce stuff and who actually do things. The idle thugs of Antifa and their ilk want to put a stop to all that wage-earning nonsense. All the business owners, all the employer, are evil and must be eradicated You will live off the State who will get their money from… oh, hang on.

Yes, it is a game. A long game and it’s just been skewered by Trump. Hence the vitriol against him. He was not supposed to happen. That is why it has accelerated now.

Neither was Brexit. There was no plan for a ‘Fuck off EU’ result. That was easily dispelled by having the useless Tessie May in charge. She will fuck it up, it’s what she is there to do. It could have been so easy if only Hideous Clinton had won. She didn’t. Not because Straw Hair was great. Because he was the least bad option.

We are reduced to voting for the least bad option. We do not vote for the best because the best have been weeded out on the diversity hoe.

I’m old. I might not see the horrors future youth will face. I could just let it all slide and say ‘Your problem’.

But I have children and soon, grandchildren. So it’s my problem.

And every white father’s problem.

Time to wake up, demon scarers.

Christmas time, silliness and lies…

The Black Friday silliness is nearly over and I have spent… nothing at all. I have ignored it completely and feel much better for it. I haven’t even watched the videos of people squabbling over last year’s technology so the shops get space for Christmas stock of this year’s stuff. Which I also will not buy. It’s going to be a difficult Christmas for those who want to buy me presents because beyond whisky and tobacco, there is nothing left that I want.

I have, however, watched the day’s silliness off and on. There is a lot of it now. The BBC is horrified to find that mince pies contain traces of alcohol. That’s not the silliest part of the article though – that prize goes to Asda’s checkout staff for demanding ID for the sale of a box of mince pies. What goes through their minds? Not much…

Upping the silliness a notch (oh this is just getting started), a mother has called for ‘Sleeping Beauty’ to be age restricted so younger kids can’t read it. Why? Because the sleeping princess does not give consent to be kissed. That, apparently, is what causes men to become rapists in later life.Therefore Hansel and Gretel turns old ladies into cannibals and children into murderers while Goldilocks encourages home invasion, food theft and  bed-hopping in young girls.

The comments on the article are worth reading. In particular, the book about a God who impregnates a virgin while she sleeps – without her consent. They haven’t banned the Bible yet, but it’s coming.

Although there might not be any need. The Church of Sweden is no longer referring to the ‘Lord’ God because that assumes he is male. Well, all through the Bible, references to God refer to ‘he’ or ‘him’ and not ‘xe, xim’ or any other recently made up pronoun. The Bible also makes the gender issue very clear indeed. Man and woman. There is no Book of Genders – and you’d need a whole damn book these days, with daily updates as the loonies think up new things to call themselves.

One thing’s for sure, I’m not leaving any pet of mine alone with someone calling themselves ‘pansexual’. There is now even pressure to recognise paedos as a legitimate sexual orientation. That’s going to be a ‘no’ from me on that one.

You know, I think if God was being ‘misgendered’ (now a sacking offence in many places) all this time, xe’d have said something. I also think we might soon see some evidence for the existence of God when the Church of Sweden gets obliterated by multiple, simultaneous lightning strikes. If you believe in the existence of a deity as powerful as that, one thing you definitely avoid doing is pissing him off.

Well it’s Sweden. God could just let Islam finish destroying it. I picture him turning to Allah and saying ‘You can have that place, mate. I don’t want it any more.’ Maybe he already has…

Oh, wait until the Politically Correct start insisting Allah might be transgender. That would be a day to remember.

Meanwhile Brexit continues to not happen. The EU’s latest bargaining chip is to deny the UK an entry into the European City of Culture self-congratulatory waste of time and money. If I were sat at that negotiating table, my response would have been an eyeroll, a sarcasm-drenched ‘Oh I am quaking’ and a request that they go away and find some adults we can negotiate with. Which, I suppose, is why I’ll never be called into the field of diplomacy.

I hope they eject us from the Eurovision terrible song contest too. Nobody will dare vote for us after Brexit anyway. Except maybe Poland, Hungary etc. They might give us top marks just to poke their EU dictators in the eye.

Who the hell cares about getting a City of Culture in 2023? It doesn’t mean a damn thing and there’s a good chance there’ll be no EU by then anyway. It’s falling apart like rice-paper in the rain.

It’s not the only thing that’s falling apart. The anti-vapers are on increasingly shaky ground and the Church of Climatology is on thinner ice than even they predicted. The previously robust LGBT movement has now fragmented into a thousand different groups because of the ridiculous proliferation of imaginary genders. There are gender identities that have one person in them now.

There are men pretending to be women but who want to keep their danglies. It’s as if pantomime season has escaped onto the streets. Widow Twanky wants to use the same changing rooms as teenage girls and we’re supposed to regard that as normal. These dames have even labelled actual transsexuals as ‘transcum’ because they underwent the horrors of surgery to prove they were serious, and weren’t just trying to ogle young girls in underwear.

The Pope welcomes the invasion of radical Islam even though he is number one on their list of people to behead. What the hell is in those incense burners now?

The EU is dictating to Austria about the form its new government should take. Austria looks like giving them a resounding ‘git tae fuck’ (every government needs a Glaswegian spokesman) as does Hungary etc. over the EU insistence they fill their countries with people who hate them.

There are people on Twitter shouting ‘Kill all white people’ and some of the ones shouting are white. Turkeys demanding an extra Christmas every year.  Or maybe an extra Thanksgiving, but that is now racist, as is the poppy of Remembrance Day. I bought two this year because of that and because anti-white racism is now so blatant that even Government departments can post job adverts with ‘no whites’ on them. Try posting any job ad with ‘no blacks’ on it and see what happens.

I haven’t bothered with Facebook much for a long time. It’s rapidly becoming a dictatorship and Twitter is going the same way. Some ‘endorsed’ members (the blue tick is an endorsement of their views by Twitter now, not just a verified identity, because they are taking that verification away from people they don’t agree with) preach violence and death and if they are anti-white, that’s fine.

I’ve now set up an account on gab.ai  ready for the day Twitter feels I am ‘threatening their safe space’ or some such crap. Anyone can join there, anyone at all. It’s in its infancy but it’s how Twitter used to be, with no sides taken and nobody banned just for disagreeing. If it eventually turns into another Totalitarian Twitter there will be a new one to follow it.

I still have to fill out my tax return and I really don’t want to. I’ll have to give them money this time and when I see what they do with it, I honestly don’t want to feel responsible for rte shit they produce. Tessie Maybe was a crap Home Secretary and is an appallingly weak Prime Monster. She only won because the alternative was so much worse.

I’d rather have John Major back. Yeah, she’s that bad.

Well, times are going to get interesting and somewhat violent in the near future. I heard today that in Sweden, they have set fire to nine immigrant housing places but I can’t be sure if that’s true yet. I don’t know of any completely reliable news source any more. The backlash, if it hasn’t started already, is inevitable though.

Only the politicians and the politically correct will be surprised. The rest of us will just shrug and say ‘Yeah. Told you.’