Sunday, June 11, 2006

Norman from Swansea - you are a f^cking idiot

Further to my last post…

Whilst browsing through reader’s comments left at the end of a Daily Mail article about the Jean Charles de Menezes shooting, I just spotted this incisive observation made by someone calling himself ‘Norman, Swansea’

If he hadn’t run, he would still be alive. He must have been guilty of something

Being confronted with raw, unadultered stupidity of this sheer quality leaves me doubting my lifelong opposition to eugenics and forced sterilisation. It also hardly represents a glowing endorsement for the concept of democracy.

So, the leaked news is that 11 months after the fatal shooting absolutely no-one will be held accountable for JCdM’s death.

As someone less intellectually challenged than Norman commented

No surprise then

Quite.

Maybe I’ve missed something here. I’ve read the coverage. I’ve listened to the accounts but, for the life of me, I still haven’t heard a credible explanation as to why the police actually shot JCdM. Even if you swallow yet another use of the tragicfailureofintelligencepoorcommunication card surely you’ve got to ask yourself why the people who executed JCdM thought he was carrying his bomb. He had no bag and he was dressed for summer with a thin denim jacket. Quite simply, why would anyone looking at him think he was armed in any way and needed killing on the spot?

Do the majority of concerned people out there really think this question has been answered?

Or maybe we’re all a little bit Norman.

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Update

Eager to feed everyone's Inner Norman, the News of the World today has printed the story that JCdM was off his face on coke at the time he was shot...

The cocaine discovered in de Menezes' blood by forensic scientists was "recent" abuse they concluded. He had been observed as "very, very jumpy", fuelling belief that he was acting suspiciously.

Well, that's alright then. Panic over

'If he runs he's VC. If he stands still he's well disciplined VC'

\ chucks coffee percolator into bin

\ puts camomile tea on shopping list


A little Respect

My favourite Forest Gate raid joke of the week…

‘A tragic failure in intelligence, arising from the police apparently failing to distinguish between a terrorist house and a terraced house’

The ballsed-up raid at Forest Gate is already slipping into history but there are a few lessons to be learned for the future that will still hold true the next time

And there will most certainly be a next time.

The first lesson is that there can be no doubt that there are people within the Metropolitan Police/ Home Office whose job it is to routinely smear innocent members of the public.

When Jean Charles de Menezes was shot last year, the newspapers started filling up with stories that implied he was fleeing the police because he was either here illegally or was a wanted rapist.

And, sure enough, immediately after the police raid last week the papers reported that one of the suspects had shot the other in a struggle with the police, plus various other snippets of doo-doo that basically implied that even if they weren’t terrorists they still merited a good kicking from the forces of law and order.

This is no small issue. It’s unlikely that the newspapers made up these stories out of thin air. They cited ‘off the record’ sources within the Police and Home Office. The conclusion has to be that the security services we are supposed to trust in these trying times lie through their fucking teeth.

So, how are we supposed to know when they’re telling the truth?

On top of that, the newspapers don’t seem to care that they have been lied to and haven’t publicly said or done anything about it.

The second lesson therefore is that the press is compliant with the people within the Police and Home Office who lie through their fucking teeth.

Well, that’s a mighty kick in the chops for all those conspiracy theorists out there who believe that our government and media are basically controlled by the same people.

The third lesson is that every time the domestic War on Terror narrative starts to slip you can bet your last pound that a couple of extremists will come along to remind us of the reality of the Enemy Within.

Actually, it’s usually the same couple of extremists…

Enter stage left Simon Sulayman Keeler; formerly of the extremist Al-Muhajiroun group and now a lead figure in Ahl ul-Sunnah Wa al-Jamma.

He’s the White, ginger-bearded, convert to Islam who keeps turning up at all those tiny demos that the media go to great lengths to portray as being much bigger than they are

Enter stage right, Yvonne Ridley; former Sunday Express journalist, sacked by Al Jazeera for being too inflammatory and now a leading activist in the Respect Coalition.

She’s the White convert to Islam who keeps saying things like…

Muslims should boycott the police and refuse to co-operate with them in any way, shape or form.

…that the media go to great lengths to portray as being much more indicative of British Muslim sentiment than they really are

As well as talking divisive shit that only serves globalist ends, Ms Ridley is also the kind of firebrand radical Left Winger who sends her daughter to £17,000 a year private schools by Lake Windemere. At least that’s what I read here.

Yeah, right on sister! Viva La Revolucion!

Which puts her in the same category of hypocrite as all those other good socialists who have contributed to the buggering up of state education, whilst sending their own kids to private and selective schools; Tony Blair MP, Harriet Harman MP, Diane Abbott MP, and I’m guessing everyone with kids who writes for the Guardian, douche bags like that.

So, back to Forest Gate. What I see is…

  • Simon Sulayman Keeler – a White, recent convert to Islam preaching conflict and division
  • Yvonne Ridley – a White, recent convert to Islam preaching conflict and division

getting as much airtime as…

  • Lots of lifelong Muslims not preaching conflict and division

And most of those lifelong Muslims that are getting on television are being selected on the basis that they’re the ones who love kissing New Labour arse.

If I were a British born Muslim I wouldn’t trust any of these fuckers as far as I could throw them. Actually, I’m a British born non Muslim and I don’t trust any of these fuckers as far as I could throw them.

And let’s not leave Gorgeous George Galloway out of the roll call of suspicious fuckers. Personally, I appreciated many of the things he has said about the War in Iraq and what our government is up to. On the other hand, he has also said and done some things that distract serious debate about the issues he has raised. On BBC’s Question Time last week I was sickened by the spectacle of New Labour vapid droid wanker David Lammy being able to harp on about Galloway’s appearance on Big Brother instead of addressing substantive questions about the War in Iraq raised by Galloway.

Galloway’s no fool so he must have realised the negative consequences of some of his recent comments and activities.

So what’s he playing at by mixing serious issues with rat poison?

The Respect Coalition started off as an organisation that offered the prospect of some genuine opposition to our government’s policies, some much needed balance and a genuinely alternative voice. Now it just reeks of the Loony Left and spook infiltration – which are often the same thing anyway.

And as the Antogonist said by way of comment in another blog – all this manipulation of the press and the infiltration of activist groups is only subliminal if you don’t notice it.

Well, I’ve fucking noticed

The c^nts

Friday, June 09, 2006

Gonna to rock down to Electric Avenue

Operation Stef Seeks Positive Inspiration in South London saw its second airing of the week today.

It was sunny. I had cleared my hectic business and social calendar for the day and off I trotted out into sun-drenched South London in search of that feel good zeitgeist.

And things started well. One of the first semi-interesting things I saw was a ‘Metropolitan Police Catering Support Unit’ (a van) labelled with the call sign ‘Teapot 1’.

‘Yes, very good’, I thought, ‘even when they stage armed raids large enough to merit their own catering support, our police retain a sense of humour.’

I smiled.

And then, about two minutes later, I encountered my first police cordon of the day. It was quite large and encompassed a fair sized chunk of Lambeth.

According to the BBC

A teenager has been stabbed to death during a fight between a group of youths in south London.

The 15-year-old was with friends when they were surrounded by another group in Black Prince Road, Lambeth, on Thursday night, police said.

A row erupted between the two groups and the boy suffered a single stab wound to the left side of his chest.

Det Supt Richard Heselden said after the verbal altercation between the two groups, the larger group left the scene and returned armed with various weapons, including baseball bats and hockey sticks.

I was slightly unsettled by the thought that I had walked down the Black Prince Rd, a not particularly busy thoroughfare, with the other half on the way to the Fish and Chip shop an hour or two before the stabbing.

The other thought that crossed my mind is that I had taken a friend for a drink to nearby Cleaver Square to laugh at posh people only a few nights before. Cleaver Square has its own little middle class microenvironment; inhabited by well to do people playing boules and drinking chilled rose al fresco. Meanwhile, not much more than a particularly energetic boule throw away, emaciated crackheads are throttling each other for the sake of their next fix.

One of the single most bizarre aspects of life in London is just how close the very well off and the far from well off often live next to each other. In some places I could paint a line on the street separating the haves and have nots. It really does my head in sometimes, even though I grew up with it. And that polarisation is becoming more pronounced all the time.

The area around Black Prince Road was absolutely teeming with news crews today. Not because a Black kid being killed in South London is particularly unusual but because a knife was involved. For some reason, the mainstream media has decided that, all of a sudden, knife crime is going through the roof and it is covering every knife murder it can. If the kid had been killed a couple of months ago maybe one news crew would have covered the story.

Politicians have already jumped on the bandwagon and are calling for tougher penalties for people caught carrying knives.

I can’t help being reminded of the total ban on handguns back in 1997 and the sharp escalation in gun crime after that.

Off the top of my head I can think of at least a dozen reasons why violent crime is on the increase and, ban or no ban, if people are set on doing each other in they will find a way.

Still, drafting bollocks legislation gives our politicians something to do with their time and it does keep them off the streets.

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OK, the Black Prince Road thing was a little depressing, so I punted off to Brixton Market to check out and photograph some of that sunlit vibrancy going on there.

After about ten minutes in Brixton, and five minutes with my little compact camera out, I was standing on Electric Avenue, snapping away when one of the stall holders, a Turkish looking bloke, called me over in a not unfriendly way…

Stallholder:Hey guvnor’

Me: ‘Yes’

Stallholder: ‘Look out for yourself taking pictures here’

Me: ‘Thank you but there’s no worry. I grew up around here. I understand’

Stallholder: ‘I don’t know if you grew up around here but you should know better. Look out for yourself. Look over your back. We don’t want people getting into trouble here’

Me: ‘Uh… thanks’

I think what upset me the most was the fact that the bloke didn’t recognise me for the street-smart social chameleon that I am; clearly mistaking me for some daft white bloke stupid enough to wave a shiny silver camera around in a dodgy area, legendary for its street crime.

I moved on.

And five minutes later another fucking stallholder warned me, in a not unfriendly way, to look over my back.

It was three o’clock in the afternoon and I could see a pair of policemen and three market wardens no more than 50ft away.

I gave up and went home.

Operation Stef Seeks Positive Inspiration in South London is now officially suspended indefinitely - until one of the major camera manufacturers brings out a camera that looks like a can of Special Brew or I can figure out how to make one myself.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Angels in the Trees

London’s been getting me down lately so I popped off to Peckham Rye Common the other day in search of a little inspiration.

William Blake fans will recall that Peckham Common is where the young Blake famously had his ‘tree filled with angels’ vision.

So, as thousands have done before me, I hunkered down in front of a suitable looking tree in the Common and started squinting.

Nothing doing.

I tried photographing it in infra-red to see if angels generate a tell tale heat signature

Nada

Eventually, I gave up on my search for inspiration and trotted back off to Peckham proper in search of less divine subjects.

Much easier…

A sight Blake would have recognized, but he did also occasionally see angels which would have lightened his emotional load considerably.

Unlike Blake, I do however have access to Photoshop. So when I returned home I synthesized my own inspiration and posted it up onto Flickr

Someone commented underneath the photo a little later on…

The most cheerful conversation I ever had in Peckham Common was with a man who was sitting on a bench.

I approached him and said "You look great, I wish I had my camera with me,"

I sat with him for a while and he told me how you saw things differently once you had only five weeks left to live.

So yeah, feeling a bit down with London? Off to Peckham Common. A wise move.

Monday, June 05, 2006

We still havent found what we are looking for

Four days have passed since 250 police descended on a house in East London. So far they have managed to achieve little else other than bump up their overtime payments, shoot someone in front of their mum because he had a beard and do a passable impression of a heavily armed version of the Marx Brothers.

And above all they still haven’t found that explosive chemical vest the TV and newspapers were encouraging us all to wet our pants over.

In the words of Assistant Commissioner Andy Hayman

We still haven't found what we're looking for

It’s a pity he didn’t say them to music. He could have had hit there.

Assistant Commissioner Bono of the Yard

A couple of posts back, on Saturday morning, I explained in scientific terms why I very much doubted such a garment existed. I recall saying something like

It sounds like bollocks

A slightly wordier post in The Register blog fleshes out this diagnosis a little.

Our police are now midway through dismantling somebody’s house on the suspicion that the demonic vest has been miniaturised and hidden behind a wall somewhere.

In the highly unlikely event that this isn’t the case and they actually find bugger all, Assistant Commissioner Hayman has already set Operation CYA in motion…

We were left with no choice but to act upon that intelligence

He is of course totally correct.

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I make no bones of the fact that I am personally suspicious about what really happened on 7/7, 9/11, in Bali or Madrid.

I suspect that the truth about those atrocities is a lot murkier than we’re being told. I also accept that this is a minority point of view.

I would point out though that ‘False Flag’ terrorism has taken place in the past and therefore there is no logical reason to discount the possibility in the present or future – a little light reading on subjects such as the Bologna Massacre, Lockerbie, Omagh, Operation Northwoods and the Lavon Affair, for starters, might prove illuminating.

But, like I said, I accept that this is a minority point of view.

So, for argument's sake, I’ll put that belief to one side.

There’s still the question of just what kind of people are these domestic Islamic terrorists we keep hearing about day after day.

We are told that they are highly motivated, highly organised, well-funded individuals, organised in deep cover sleeper cells, with access to incredible weapons technology including chemical, biological and potentially even nuclear material.

So where’s the bloody proof?

The only terrorists our police are managing to come up with, and occasionally shoot, are innocent people and a few lunatics.

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The absolutely Number One easiest way to perpetuate a myth or to exaggerate a threat is to start setting up agencies and associated careers based on the existence of that threat. From ritual child abuse through to domestic terrorism, once a group of people starts making a living out of dealing with a perceived threat they will put all their energies into confirming the reality of that threat.

There’s no necessity for malice on anyone’s part. You could come up with evidence for unicorns if you looked hard enough and uncritically enough.

If you set up organisations to find evidence of organised terrorism they will certainly come up with something, however lame.

Thoughts of a little proactive entrapment might even float around on occasion.

And it follows that if those agencies come up with something that is slightly less lame than usual they will grab the opportunity to use all that butch protective equipment and weaponry that’s sitting around gathering dust.

And let’s not forget the legions of risk and security consultants, CCTV manufacturers and all the rest doing rather nicely thank you very much.

The War on Terror is good for careers and business.

The Not War on Terror doesn’t make a profit for anyone.

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You can argue the real reasons for the declaration of the War on Terror till the cows come home. You may believe that it is the result of

  • A ploy to distract people from other issues and failings?
  • A cynical power grab?
  • A Jesus complex on the part of certain heads of state?
  • A sincere belief that it is justified?
  • All of the above?

My contention is that, whatever the motive, once you start the ball rolling it will never stop. The paradigm has been established. The senior policemen who ordered the raid last week had no choice but to act on their intelligence. It’s their job to believe in what they are doing.

And off they went chasing unicorns.

And this is a global phenomenon. The Canadian police are currently engaged in their own version of a similar farce.

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To date, we in the UK have not had a thorough public investigation into 7/7. Our government has wilfully denied us that. We need that investigation to help us establish whether we are dealing with

  • a handful of unconnected lunatics scattered around the country, or
  • that large movement of fanatics we keep being told about, unsupported so far by anything resembling proof, or
  • something else

The entire purpose of terrorism is to provoke an over the top response from your target group. A response completely out of proportion to the terrorists' real capabilities. I’d say that’s happening, Big Time. And if you contrast the current outbreak of lunacy with how our country responded to IRA terrorism over 25 years you’ve got to ask yourself what are our leaders are playing at.

The even bigger question is this - now that the ball is rolling what, if anything, will ever stop it?


Feeding your inner Fascist


It was a beautiful day yesterday so I spent it wandering around the Lambeth and Southwark; savouring the sharp tang of exclusion and despair that wafts from some of the finest examples of high rise estates Man has seen fit to place on this Earth.

My personal all time favourite despair-laden council estates are the Heygate and Aylesbury estates, just off the Walworth Road…

‘The Aylesbury Estate, situated just south of Elephant and Castle in the London Borough of Southwark, is home to 7,500 people. Like many people living on large inner city estates, Aylesbury residents face challenges such as a poor physical environment, fear of crime, lack of job opportunities and ill health.’

And that description comes from the organisation set up to help residents in Aylesbury feel good about their home.

Or how about the Wikipedia entry for the Aylesbury

‘However as old tenants moved out and new tenants came in, the estate went through a period of decline in the 1980s. The area is now considered to be in the bottom category on the ACORN classification for inner city adversity, signifying an area of extremely high social disadvantage. Crime is highly prevalent in parts of the estate with the Guardian newspaper recently reporting a crime taking place every four hours. The population is very racially diverse with two thirds of residents being of black and minority ethnic heritage’

Rumour has it that the American architect of the nearby Heygate Estate killed herself after seeing the results of her designs.

But anyway, how I choose to spend the handful of sunny days we are blessed with in this country is not important right now.

One of the nicest touches coming out of the coverage of the latest terror scare in East London is how the media has thoughtfully suggested that Islamofundamentalists were probably planning to kill Englishmen whilst they were packed in pubs watching the world cup football next week.

And I couldn’t help thinking just how clever it is to…

  • Import a sizeable new foreign underclass; a significant proportion of which are Muslims
  • Pack the new underclass right next to our native underclass in the kind of fine neighbourhoods I was strolling around yesterday
  • Have them compete for shitty jobs, shitty education, shitty healthcare and shitty housing
  • Fill the newspapers with stories of foreign murderers, rapists and paedophiles
  • Put it about that some of the immigrants are planning to kill us whilst we’re watching our national team playing our national game.

Sheer genius. If there’s one thing guaranteed to really piss off English people living in low income areas, side by side with migrants, it’s the prospect of fucking up their football.

Migration is one of those issues where I hold what seems to be a counter-intuitive position compared to some of the other opinions I bandy around in this blog. But just because I am suspicious about just who really benefits from and who is behind mass migration that doesn’t mean that I am not disturbed by the way our media and politicians are currently stirring up the mob over migration and related issues.

Read the British Press and feed your inner fascist.

I hope whoever came up with the terrorist vs. football angle gets a nice fat bonus this year. He earned it.

Quotes for the day


On Liberty…

Those willing to give up a little liberty for a little security deserve neither security nor liberty.

Benjamin Franklin

I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.

Thomas Jefferson


On beards...

Going into someone’s house and shooting them in front of their mum, that’s not right is it? Just because they have got a beard doesn’t mean to say you can shoot them.

Protestor outside Royal London Hospital


On big fat spiders...

I see myself as the big fat spider in the corner of the room. Sometimes I speak when I'm asleep. You should both listen. Occasionally when we meet I might tell you to go to the Charing Cross Road and kick a blind man standing on the corner. That blind man may tell you something.

Former British Prime Minister Harold Wilson


Ok, strictly speaking, that last quote hasn't got much to do with current events.

It is still a good one though


Sunday, June 04, 2006

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Saturday, June 03, 2006

Bring me EVERYONE!!!

So, another terrorist dawn raid...

Two hundred and fifty plus police, a no fly zone, full hazmat procedures, the works...

Bring me EVERYONE!!!

And another round of newspapers screeching out demented headlines and quoting ‘unnamed sources’ saying things like

"We're 100 percent certain that an attack was being planned. If we haven't stopped it, it could take place very soon"

or

Police believed suspected militants had made a "dirty" chemical device -- a conventional bomb surrounded by toxic material that could be set off by a bomber wearing a suicide jacket. "We are absolutely certain this device exists and could be used either by a suicide bomber or in a remote-controlled explosion"

Hmmm, a suicide vest that incorporates both a bomb AND toxic material.

Sounds fiendish

It also sounds like bollocks

Of course, no one is going to come out an say that because there just might be such a thing and it just might work. Welcome to the Post 9/11 world where you can make a good living hypothecating about poisoned toothbrushes, plans to topple Big Ben onto the Houses of Parliament and any old crap you can come up with and absoutely no-one will call you out for being a wanker.

Mind you, the Metropolitan Police have apparently refined their anti-terrorism procedures and dispensed with the requirement to have their Commissioner go onto television and tell lies within hours of a shooting. Sir Ian has been uncharacteristically quiet this time round

How much of the coverage of the latest raid is based on truth, fantasy or downright deceit is still unclear and, based on previous experience, it will remain unclear indefinitely. Last night, a couple of news shows drew parallels with the ‘ricin plot’ in North London a few years ago. Conveniently neglecting to mention that there, er, was no ricin and that the accused plotters were found not guilty by a bemused jury; some of whom went on the record to quote their disgust at the pisspoor quality of the case against the accused.

Part of me wishes that I wasn’t so sceptical about the whole business. My world would be a lot simpler and I wouldn’t get freaked out by every new law and government or police initiative that comes our way. Part of me wants to believe.

But the problem is that there is a strong whiff of bullshit about the whole War on Terror thing. And it doesn’t help when every high profile terrorist raid, like the one in London yesterday, merely results in a lower profile release of the suspects a few weeks later. The handful of people who have been put on trial have either been found not guilty or are patently mentalist loner nutcases who’d claim to be Napoleon in the right circumstances.

Nope, not convincing at all.

And, yes, I haven’t forgotten last July and the reality of the bombs exploding in my city.

But almost a year later, our police and government still haven’t explained why a guy wearing a thin denim jacket and carrying no bag was executed as a suspected suicide bomber

Or why no evidence worth the name has been released into the public domain to support the official narrative of 7/7; no CCTV footage, no proof of the supposed bomb factory, nothing.

Or why there is to be no public investigation into 7/7

… if for no other reason than to identify and formulate a response to the reasons why people would choose to do such a thing


These are not trivial questions. A pile of cash is being spent on the War on Terror, people are being killed in far off lands, our laws are being changed. Personally, as a citizen of this country, I want to be damned sure, 100% sure, that we’ve got everything straight before embarking on all this nonsense. Nonsense that is almost certainly going to increase the risk of terrorism.

But, to date, the only reason I have to believe the story we are being told is that it is difficult to believe that hundreds of public employees would play along with some form of deception without saying anything.

But, as somebody reminded me last week, the British do ‘jobsworth’ better than any other nation on Earth. So, if you think about it, it wouldn’t be that hard to keep people in the dark or in line.

Anyway, we’ll see. Maybe we’ll get some answers this time. And maybe I’ll become a Believer.

I’m not wholly optimistic

Friday, June 02, 2006

Cost Effective Mind Control

Even though I’m a film buff, I don’t go to the cinema much these days. Partly because I’m too tight-fisted to pay the ticket prices, partly also because I realised that televisions had got bigger than your average mulitplex cinema screen quite a few years ago.

Anyway, earlier this week the other half came home with a few DVDs of movies we’ve been waiting to slip into the ‘Any three for £5 for a week’ category and so I’ve finally got to see the puppet-based Team America: World Police and the remake of The Manchurian Candidate.

Watching the two films back to back makes for an interesting contrast.

One of the films is a tense and intelligent political thriller that touches upon contemporary themes such as globalization, corporatist conspiracies and the manipulation of the individual.

And the other’s got Denzel Washington and Meryl Streep in it.

Aside from a reasonable depiction of the Carlyle Group, sorry the Manchurian Global corporation, the Washington/ Streep offering is a woeful effort.

OK, I appreciate that there are legions of conspiracy theorists out there with a major boner for mind control. I am also aware that Hollywood loves to camp up the mind control thing; partly because it’s entertaining and partly because it portrays all conspiracy theorists as nutcases.

But the point is, it is not really necessary to go to all the effort depicted in the film; replacing people’s DNA, filling them full of psychotropic drugs and batteries of electronic implants, to get people to do what you want them to do. Not when a bag of greasy, used twenty pound notes or a few free holidays can do the job much more cheaply and reliably.

Now, for some entirely unconnected reason I’m sure, a picture of culture secretary Tessa Jowell comes to mind

The fact that she looked like a Gerry Anderson puppet to start with is just a bonus