Hide The Decline - The Global Warming Scam

Just how long can the BBC and other MSM outlets keep this quiet? The biggest news in the whole world at this moment - an actual bona-fide round of 100% authentic cast-iron smoking machine-gun fire into the whole Global Warming scam, courtesy of the hacked Climate Research Unit e-mails. The Man-Made Global Warming lie is dead. Two weeks before the Copenhagen Climate Summit, the fruits of which will be global tax n' control mechanisms to enslave us all, the draftsmen of the lie have been busted wide open. Rock-solid evidence "the science" is corrupt and following an agenda. In the bent scientists' own words.

Hot smoking-guns:

Scientific Fraud. Hide The Decline. Mike's Nature Trick. Cherry-picking; excluding data that doesn't fit the predetermined conclusion, making up data to fill gaps, bent modelling...
Rigging the Peer-Review process to exclude dissenting opinion, creating the illusion of consensus...
Smearing opponents. Sabotaging careers. Rigging academic appointments. Violent fantasies against inconvenient denier persons.

BBC tell us the CRU was hacked. Naughty. Bad bad naughty. Illegal. End of story. That's it. Their story is one of "data getting stolen". In fact, due to the volume of damning material coming out, the story is still developing. Already it's fair to think this is perhaps the greatest scientific fraud ever. The politicians' biggest lie yet.

For what's really going on, I'm following this at wattsupwiththat.com and Steve McIntyre's climateaudit.org. And you should too.

Even George Monbiot is experiencing a moment of self-doubt. This is fucking huge.

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Scorched Earth - nulabor set the fuse

As reported here two years ago, our beloved servants of the people have been sneaking in a quiet change to the planning regs, removing any semblance of democratic accountability from the process by creating a quango of appointees to rubberstamp potentially-unpopular major infrastructure projects such as wind farms, new towns and nuclear power-stations. A developers' charter, the new rules will mean that even Grade 1 Listed Buildings could fall to the changemakers' zealotry. In fact, the new regime has been designed in order to “benefit developers” and “reduce the number of applications for planning permission rejected on heritage grounds.”

History hates socialism, and socialists return the favour. Here are vain people acting as Gods making destructive change in their own image, with scant regard to forseeable consequences outside their own narrow, often hidden, objectives. These are then labelled "unintended" consequences and treated as facts of life; unchangeable as the weather.

Except that these folks really do think they can change the weather. Yeah, by exchanging 1,000 years worth of built-heritage for rows of bird-eating wind-turbines and offensive pink-brick "eco"-towns, Crash Gordon can save the world again.

He is to be helped in this task by Al Gore's bent hockey-stick and a population conditioned to reject so-called nimbyism as a selfish desire to bunk from service to the Common Good. Note how the projected "not in my back yard" is individualised, when in fact such protests tend to be communities of people getting together to protect their common-interests against external intrusions. Local democracy in action. The desire to protect one's own is a basic survival-instinct - something to engage with pride - let no grubby politician condition it out of you.

Last week, Andrew Neather spilled the beans on nulabor's true immigration policy: a policy designed to engineer a multicultural revolution, to "rub the Right's nose in diversity and render their arguments out of date". A series of blatantly political objectives, with the added bonus being importation of grateful Labour voters. The policy-discussion on likely social-outcomes excluded those existing communities about to be priced out of employment or otherwise displaced. Thanks to nulabor's utterly heartless game of social-engineering, the UK population is projected to rise above 70 million in the next 20 years and that's why you've just lost your right to object to the building of whatever "essential" infrastructure the comrades allocate to your zone.

To complain may well to be to invite a charge of Xenophobia: a criminal-offence under the EU Lisbon Treaty that Mr. Courage tried to avoid being photographed selling his country out to.
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Common Evil - Nick Griffin on Question Time

Last night's QT illustrated, to me, the political-class all ganging up together to unite around kicking a convenient bogeyman outsider who was surely too vain to be able to see the stitch-up he was walking into.

It is right Griffin should participate in national television debating when he has a constituency: he represents a small but significant thread of working-class opinion and he is an elected MEP. If Sinn Fein/IRA deserve a place at the debating-table, so do the BNP.

He is, of course, a right dodgy fucker, as this clip shows. His attempt to sanitise the BNP doesn't wash, when there's stuff like this on record. I'm aware there's a cut n' stitch job at 1:16, but it's still hard to find the wriggle-room.

So it is right that people are made aware of his past and the history of his organisation. It is plain that he isn't quite what he purports to be. His obvious discomfort at being reminded of past statements was deserved and his attempts at spinning the unspinnable were laughable. But he was also somewhat humanised by his display of vulnerability, when it became clear the whole show had been engineered by an ultra-cynical BBC acting in cahoots with the political establishment.

I could have understood devoting more than one question to Owd Nick. But the whole show? Is he really that important? And does he have opinions on other issues as well as race? It was a while before I noticed, but the make-up of that audience looked suspiciously like it had been rigged. People who, like Griffin, were unable to hide their radicalism. The audience looked like a Unite Against Fascism meeting [similar to a Student Union - Ed] rather than an English High Street. Funny that. In the end, I just felt browbeaten by the hysterical atmosphere of what was starting to have the feel of a religious-fundamentalist convention. Burn him! Burn him!

The political class would like us to think BNP are the only alternative to their corrupt gang - this is why they are being hyped - so that "decent" people will unite against a new common enemy, however marginal, and learn to love our disgraced political masters again.

Update 24/10

Having now read Nick Griffin's pre-QT address to his supporters, I must concede that he knew exactly what was going to happen:

"– The audience will be hand-picked and overtly hostile — thus giving the impression that the British people at large must be hostile to BNP views.

– The panellists will be overtly hostile; even the non-political guests will be hostile. Everyone will be hostile — this will leave the impression to non-informed viewers that BNP views have minority status.

– I will, no doubt, be interrupted, shouted down, slandered, put on the spot, and subjected to a scrutiny that would be a thousand times more intense than anything directed at other panellists."

9,000 new people have signed up for BNP memberships and mailings in the last 24 hours and a YouGov poll for the Telegraph, taken hours after the broadcast, is showing 22% would now "seriously consider" voting for the party.

Update 24/10

Former speechwriter to Bliar, Andrew Neather spills the beans on Labour's secret immigration policy:

"Eventually published in January 2001, the innocuously labelled "RDS Occasional Paper no. 67", "Migration: an economic and social analysis" focused heavily on the labour market case.

But the earlier drafts I saw also included a driving political purpose: that mass immigration was the way that the Government was going to make the UK truly multicultural.

I remember coming away from some discussions with the clear sense that the policy was intended - even if this wasn't its main purpose - to rub the Right's nose in diversity and render their arguments out of date. That seemed to me to be a manoeuvre too far.

Ministers were very nervous about the whole thing. For despite Roche's keenness to make her big speech and to be upfront, there was a reluctance elsewhere in government to discuss what increased immigration would mean, above all for Labour's core white working-class vote.

This shone through even in the published report: the "social outcomes" it talks about are solely those for immigrants."

Sir, I Salute You!

Dr. Terence Kealey: a fine fellow. Just look at the man. That winning smile. That hint of the rogue. The linguistic teasing, the ability to spin a good yarn. Admirable qualities in a chap, and I do like to see a 72 year-old as-yet uncrushed by the life-experience. Gives me hope.

A mature student contemplates what's good for her.

Rosie Winterton deals with a heckler on Question Time.











As discussed previously, I'm something of a critical enthusiast for the 51%. The best examples happen to be some of my very favourite people but even then perhaps, in some areas I'm just buying into an acceptable face of The Power. That power which has risen, from noble beginnings, to take on the face of its old adversary. Animal Farm an' all that. Cyclical, innit. So let me say here and now that I'm piggedy-fuckedy sick of the Age of the Wimminses. How can one describe a wimmins... any wimmins... without using the very words we're always bloody hearing from them? "You're very controlling". No, I'm fucking not, dearie! I am honest [+/-], I say what I like and what I don't like, I am not afraid to express a fucking preference. "Controlling", to my reduced little manbrain, means putting yourself on a fucking pedestal just out of reach whilst waving your tits around, talking of "soulmates" and making a quiet but ever-expanding list of sacrifice-hurdles for the victim to jump. That's your fucking "controlling", popsickle.

It should be noted at this point that I've just managed to give a former love-interest the heave-ho, despite qualms. Might not last, better make the most of it. Transferred a bit of her into the Baroness Scotland piece.

Thusly, the predictable femidominist-outrage in response to Dr. Terence Kealey's short humorous article for the Times Higher Education Supplement has cheered me up no end. Seven writers discuss the Seven Deadly Sins as pertaining to academia and Dr. Kealey's entry is "Lust". His theme is that, for a grizzled old academic, lithe young totty-acolytes are a perk of the job. Scenery to be enjoyed and stored for later in the evening, when reality bites.

".... She doesn't yet know that you are only Casaubon to her Dorothea, Howard Kirk to her Felicity Phee, and she will flaunt you her curves. Which you should admire daily to spice up your sex, nightly, with the wife.

Yup, I'm afraid so. As in Stringfellows, you should look but not touch. Be warned by the fates of too many of the protagonists in Middlemarch, The History Man and I Am Charlotte Simmons. And in any case, you should have learnt by now that all cats are grey in the dark. ..."

And how the earnest little Student Union apprentice wimmins-effort is filled with indignance at that! "Inappropriate". "Unacceptable". These most insidious words used by those claiming the mantle Divine Arbiter of Everything. The arrogant little trollop. By her femidominatrix standards, the whole premise of simple feelgood-fayre like "Educating Rita" would be "more than suspect" [adopt thin reedy voice], for even though Rita was knocking on a bit, she was still younger and considerably less wise than her teacher. "Ooh, abuse of power. Reinforcing stereotypes, yak yak yakkety blah." No wonder Caine ended up getting pissed... Rita got right fucking irritating once she'd "grown". Spoiled the film. And matron, take them away! Carry On Films would, I am sure, be airbrushed out of history should the Harperson Fringe ever fully get their tits on the levers.

Best of all though, is Dr. Kealey's clarification; perfectly-pitched to sail elegantly over the FeMail audience's collective noodle whilst aiming a chocolate coin down its bra:

"This is a moral piece that says that middle aged male academics and young female undergraduates should not sleep together. Rather, people should exercise self-restraint. Because transgressional sex is inappropriate, the piece uses inappropriate and transgressional language to underscore the point - a conventional literary device. At a couple of places, the piece confounds expectations, another conventional literary device, designed to maintain the reader's interest. Sex between academics and students is not funny, and should not be a source of humour. But employing humour to highlight the ways by which people try to resolve the dissonance between what is publicly expected of them and how they actually feel - not just in this context - reaches back to origins of humour itself."

Up Yours, Proles!

Greetings, proles! Baroness Lady Scotland here; unelected nulabor overlord of the entire legal system. You can call me M'am, but please do remember to curtsy.

Now quite frankly I'm getting sick and tired of all these calls for my resignation. So What if I broke the very law I wrote, by employing a cute little bisexual illegal-immigrant as my servant without dotting the i's and crossing the t's on her paperwork yawn yawn? Did I see the passport/didn't I see the passport... who cares! Not me! The way for you little people to understand my technical transgression is to think in terms of forgetting to pay... or overpaying... your congestion charge. Simple!

And no, I'm not interested in your whiney stories of farmers being caught up by this same piece of stupidly-drafted legislation and facing personal ruin as a result. Why? Because they're all white men and Tories! Which, as we all know, is just longhand for "Racist". So they deserve everything they get! And if you've got a problem with that, then you know what you are, don't you! Yes!

You can shut up about my second-home payments as well. The beloved leader has just done a nifty little rule-change meaning that now ALL his specially-selected unelected cabinet-ministers are able to claim this allowance and not just I, the First Black Woman Attorney General. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it, you little-englander curtain-twitching racists! [Oh, but do remember... not in a public place, nor anywhere where a childrens might see you and interpret your vile behaviour as being somehow normal.] Toodle-pip!

About Me

As this blog is now a little over four years old, I decided it was time to install a friendly About Moi page. Then I realised what an unnecessary post it was, so I deleted it.

You can contact me with fly-on-the-wall type stuff, complaints or whatever:



This'll work for a bit, until some nulabor troll submits it to a load of porn sites in retaliation for his government being shit.

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Campaign to Amend Smoking Ban

If you've not done so already, please sign up in support of this important campaign and help save our dying community-hubs. Nulabor politicians aren't listening, as they live in their own little bubble where "it's the recession" [which started in America] wot dunnit and, anyway, it's All For Our Own Good. Well, no, it wasn't and no it isn't. For anyone still not savvy to the disgusting methodology used by the publicly and pharmaceutically-funded antismoking zealots, I recommend you to the "Smoking Guns" links section in the sidebar. But, I warn you: the antismoking people really are low and once you've accepted the passive-smoking fraud as the blood-libel it is, you may well wish to support measures rather stronger than just amending this repugnant piece of fascistic legislation.

But remember: if you wanna defeat your enemy, you gotta sing his song. So I name that tune A Next Logical Step.


UK Pub closures [British Beer and Pub Association figures]

2005: 102
2006: 216
2007: 1,409

Evidence of Bias on BBC 1's Question Time?

My suspicions were aroused when, during Iain Duncan-Smith's response to the National Debt question, Harriet Harperson was seen giving a quiet signal to David Dimbleby, who then cut IDS off mid-flow. Was Dimbleby obeying orders?

As the yawnsome formulaic exchanges rolled on, besides being struck by how often I found myself agreeing with and feeling motivated by Peter Hitchens whilst despairing at the dreary IDS and wondering who the Ginger Party's David Laws reminded me of, I noticed what an easy ride Harperson was getting; both from QT's selected-audience and from Dimbleby. His interjections consisted of patsy-questions and helpful clarifications, plus one little joke at her expense which she managed to shrug off with a charming smile and that was that.

A repeat-play was called for; this time with a stopwatch. I timed the three politicians and how long they were given in response on each question and to Dimbleby's interjections [my timings do not include these, just the responses].

Q1 National Debt:

Harperson: 3m20s
Duncan-Smith 2m57s
Ginger Party: 2m53s

Q2 Should Biggs be freed?

Harperson: 2m5s
Duncan-Smith 1m15s
Ginger Party: 1m27s

Q3 Teecha-Testing Targets?

Harperson: 2m11s
Duncan-Smith 1m13s
Ginger Party: 1m15s

Q4 Rail Re-Nationalisation?

Harperson: 1m53s*
Duncan-Smith 1m22s
Ginger Party: 1m58s

*Dimbleby drawing her out for more, but she ran out of puff. Not her area of interest, as cannot be prefixed by the word "Womens'".

Q5 Apparent u-turn on ID Cards:

Harperson: 1m47s
Duncan-Smith 4s
Ginger Party: 20s

Total talk-times given to:

Harriet Harperson: 11 minutes 16 seconds. [676s]
The Ginger Party: 7 minutes 53 seconds [473s]
Iain Duncan-Smith 6 minutes 51 seconds [411s]

In this edition then, the Tory spokesman was given [411/676] x 100% = 60.8% of the speaking-time taken by the nulabor spokesperson.

One qualifier:

As a former party-leader, IDS is well-schooled in the soundbite-answer. Where Harperson waffles and repeats her various mantras with increasing volume until forcibly quietened, IDS prefers to talk well-structured straightforward bollocks for a minute flat.

Harperson never did come back to David Laws with the reinterpretation she'd offered of the debt-figures in her little red book. Dimbleby didn't press her for it.