Don’t Despair Kids!

Despairing at more Hackney teen-aged violence - and yet wondering if maybe, just maybe there might be some twisted justice in the world after all?

Wondering if your home’s going to be repossessed or you’re going to be able to put food on the table AND pay your bills?

I can’t fix it, but some people in the States think they know a guy who can!

Love, Labour’s Lost

Some Hackney friends don’t appear to be taking the news very well.

Tsk.

Football, Life & Death

Given I could barely leave the house in the days after my father died, I was somewhat surprised to see Frank Lampard back to work for Chelsea so soon after his mother’s death.

This picture was taken after Lampard scored the winning goal by a penalty kick against Liverpool in the Champions League semi-final on Wednesday.

The photograph and this article by Simon Barnes on grief and football are extremely moving; they explain why I’m a fan.

Hackney Labour Groupthink In Action: Whites Only Swim On The Cards?

Stoopid is as stoopid does: Flying in the face of common-sense and a clue, Hackney’s own swimming pool Stalinistas bring new meaning to the initials, “PC”.

And Hackney Labour wonder why people voted for Boris.

The Lawsuit Gone Too Far

From our “you couldn’t make this shit up” department, we give you the lawsuit to end all lawsuits. And people want to blame the lawyers…

 

 

 

Anyhoo, PC Bitseach and I have been voting. Coming, as I do, from a country where people tend to vote for the (wo)man rather than toe a strict party line, and given that I don’t love any of the candidates, I have to say that I didn’t finally commit myself until I was stood in the booth this evening.

While it is very non-u to disclose for whom one has voted, I will say that I based one vote solely on the basis of that candidate’s hilarious excoriation of Luke Akehurst on a blog.

Who says bloggers don’t make a difference?

Power to the People

It appears that the Boycott Nandos people are mounting their last stand against Richard Midda. Their objective is to block Nando’s application for an alcohol licence. Given the number of pubs and licenced restaurants on Church Street already, all I have to say is, “good luck with that”.

My question is: What do you really hope to achieve? The Vortex is gone and not coming back. Richard Midda isn’t obliged to rent the premises out to your “business co-operative” or anyone of your choosing. Your victory, if any, will be pyrrhic. If not Nandos, it will be another big hitter who can afford Midda’s rent. Simple as that.

Sorry.

Liberals Turning A Blind Eye

I seems like only yesterday I was getting lectured by liberals about British Muslim women’s “freedom” to choose.

In fact, just the other day, I was told that harping on about “women’s issues” was a bit like black people revisiting Selma, Alabama.

Hello, wake up call! How many more women and little girls do these “liberals” want to sell down the river with cultural relativism?

If the police and social workers had only listened to 12-year-old Ruksana when she told them her father had threatened to send her to Pakistan to be married against her will, then she says life might have been very different.

But they did not take her seriously, she says. She ended up in a foreign country and married to a violent partner who raped her and made her pregnant, aged 15.

Even the BBC cannot resist watering down the truth. Hello! “Violent partner?” 15 year old girls don’t have “partners”. Try, “violent stranger” or “owner”.

And Rowan Bloody Williams wants more sharia? Here’s a thought: how about we stop pandering to people’s “cultures” and give everyone in this country the benefit of the rule of law and equality?

And how about waking up to the fact that people don’t accede to subjugation: they are forced.

And I am sick unto death of the honour killings, the forced marriages and the veil.

As Tammy Bruce said: -

“The American feminist movement has not taken one stand to support the women of Iraq, the women of Afghanistan, the women of Iran.”

Sing it, sister.

Don’t feel too bad, Tammy: The British feminist movement hasn’t bothered to lift a finger for Muslim women on British soil either; they’re quite happy to turn a blind eye to domestic violence, rape and murder. Hey, it’s their culture.

Courage Under Fire

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Congratulations and thank you to Flight Lt Michelle Goodman DFC for her act of supreme bravery under fire in Iraq. Her CO commented thus: -

“Flight Lieutenant Michelle Goodman showed great gallantry in flying her helicopter into a restricted area of Basra under enemy fire to rescue a wounded soldier and speed him straight to our field hospital”.

Welcome home Lieutenant and allow me to salute you, as well as the other 180 military men and women honoured yesterday for their courage and professionalism on operations in Afghanistan, Iraq and around the world.

Regrettably, while you’ve been away, your seniors have banned the wearing military uniforms off base as a lame PC attempt to placate “minorities” and UCL’s Student Union couldn’t wait to get in on the troop bashing act by attempting to ban Officer Training Corps units from campus.

But don’t worry Lt, perhaps you will take some small comfort in the fact that we’re not the only ungrateful, spoiled brat of a nation.

Wot a Giraffe

Clapton’s (also part of the London Brorugh of Hackney) own cheeky chappy, Mohamed Hamid, made a cameo appearance in the BBC’s “Don’t Panic, I’m Islamic”. The Beeb described the programme thus: -

Don’t Panic I’m Islamic meets Muslims who speak openly about what it means to be a British Muslim - at a time when the nation is fighting a ‘war on terror’…

The programme also uncovers the implications of the prejudice they encounter. Mohamed has been called ‘Osama bin London’ because he dresses in white robes and a headscarf similar to that worn by the prophet. “They all gathered around me when I went to the airport,” he says, “simply because I wear Islamic robes. I told the airport security that I wouldn’t be so stupid to dress up like this if I was carrying a bomb.”

Yes poor Mohamed… that’s absolutely terrible. People get it so wrong. It’s downright…what’s the word? I remember. “Islamphobic”. That’s the one.

Yet, our friend, our “cockney comic” from Clapton little-mo.jpghas only got himself convicted of recruiting and preparing jihadists to fight our troops.

So the “Don’t Panic” paintball scene, where a bunch of Muslim guys looked and acted like they were they were jihadis, they were merely poor misunderstood good souls who were just having a bit of good clean fun courtesy of the BBC, right?

I’d be grateful if the BBC would kindly spare me the “Islamophobic” lectures and refund my licence fee. (Yes, American friends, I am compelled to financially support the BBC on pain of criminal proceedings).

Words cannot convey just how heartwarming it is to know that my compulsory contribution helped the Beeb fund our friends’ little paintballing frolic.

You really couldn’t make this shit up.

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