Sunday, 21 January 2018

With UKIP on the Verge of Collapse, Nigel Farage May Be Set for a Comeback

How this came about is due to some texts that Jo Marney, Henry's admittedly rather delightful mistress sent which criticised Prince Harry's choice of an American bride. 

Those texts were leaked by Annabelle Fuller, the former mistress of the former leader, Nigel Farage. So the current lover of the current UKIP leader was done over by the former lover of the former leader - are you with me as far as we've come?

Jolly good! Now then, the rumour has it that Farage knew about this plot and has plans of his own to set up a UKIP Mark Two if Bolton resigns. The point is that UKIP is on its beam-end financially and cannot even afford to pay its leader a salary, so another leadership election is pretty much out of the question. Thus if UKIP does fold there will be a space on the political spectrum for a hard Brexit outfit that is not made up of anally retentive cardigan wearers who all seem to be married to women with cruel perms.

Nigel Farage would be the president, with Arron Banks the chairman and cheque signer. Richard Tice of Leave Means Leave is also being tipped for a senior role. All in all, the idea is to have a centrally controlled organisation where the fruitcakes and loonies are expected to cheer the policies that emerge from the central committee's deliberations. Those deliberations would be aided by focus groups a la New Labour under Tony Blair.

UKIP probably should have shut up shop after the referendum victory as their reason to exist came to an end. That the debate is now between hard and soft Brexit is also clear, so the need for a pressure group that will push for the hardcore version is also pretty obvious. 

That said, given the utter chaos that is British politics today, quite where all this will end up is anyone's guess.

Thursday, 11 January 2018

What Are the Chances of Another EU Referendum?

God knows what was going through Nigel Farage's mind today when he got all loose-lipped over the possibility of yet another EU referendum. It is obvious that his remarks were in the context of doing in the Federasts once and for all and leaving them whining piteously for another generation at least, but that is not the point. By coming out with those remarks he has given the impression that he supports another plebiscite, and all the clarification in the world isn't going to alter that. Remember that your average Federast is also a fantasist, so when Farage was spotted in the German consulate soon after the 2016 vote, that meant that he must be applying for German nationality. 

As I write, the sexually self-sufficient members of the polyocracy who form the Guardian's decreasing readership are wanking dementedly over the prospect of another referendum. Being thick as pigshit they have skipped over the bit about how they actually get the vote and are talking about what the rules will be, how they will campaign and what level of turnout they expect to see.

I am reminded of an old recipe for jugged hare that began: "First catch your hare," and with that in mind, let's look at the hurdles that would have to be gone through to get another referendum called.

First of all, Parliament would have to vote for it. MPs, most of whom come from divisions that voted for Brexit will have to put all that aside and vote to ignore the will of the people as freely expressed in 2016.

Now, the first two votes came about because the issue could not be resolved or even contained within the party system, so Labour in 1975 and then the Tories in 2016 handed the broad choice of remain or leave to the people. The second vote was helped along by the fact that the flanks of both major parties were in danger of being turned by UKIP.

To get to the stage of even thinking about a referendum, the governing party's internal feuding has to be such that it becomes the least worst option. I don't see that happening with the Tories being pretty much united in pushing for Brexit. Come to think of it, so are Labour, since they know that most of their seats are in the Brexit heartland. So we have a broad measure of consensus that leaving the EU is something that will happen in March 2019. That consensus has been helped by the fact that UKIP are in the doldrums, and once we are out of the EU, will probably cease to exist.

So, there is no discernable mood in Westminster for another referendum, but could the MPs be pushed into it by outside agitation?

As far as the people are concerned, outside the ranks of the Guardian-reading wankerati the EU is not a topic for debate, with some Labour MPs reporting that the only voices they hear about it are from the large numbers of their constituents who want to know why it is still being discussed and why we are not out by now.

The Federasts have tried to organise marches ever since their arses were handed to them on a plate in 2016, and even promised us an autumn of discontent last year, but if you look at the nice, middle-class people who turn out for them then you will quickly realise that such poncy types are hardly likely to put the wind up any government.

None of this is to say that we should not be prepared to swing into action if another referendum is called, and we have to keep an eye on the Federasts and oppose their wicked schemes for the rest of this year.

That said, the chances of another vote are small to miniscule so we don't need to worry too much.

Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Memes and Their Meanings

As you can probably tell from my recent posts I have discovered the delights of memes. It came about because I created and then sent the above delight to one of my sons, who then congratulated me on finally getting it as far as today's youth are concerned.

To be honest, I don't really want to get down wid da yoof, but I have to accept that the days of long, lyrical essays are probably over, and if a photo and caption can capture an idea then I'll go for it. 

So, I shall now introduce each post with a meme, if I think on. This blog is still my toy when all is said and done.

Right, let's talk about the dress that the girl is wearing. I reckon the colour is light green - what do you think?

Monday, 8 January 2018

Whatever Happened to the Anti-Brexit Autumn of Discontent?

Do you remember back in September 2017 when we were promised an Autumn of Discontent by the Federasts? That's right, they were going to march, demonstrate and so scare the living shit out of the government that Brexit would be reversed.

Actually, during the whole year, all they could manage was a few wanky marches that were basically competitions to see who could have the wittiest slogans on their hand-made placards.

Those displays of sexual self-sufficiency were always on Saturday 'cos, you know, they really wanted to overthrow the existing order, but they were running out of holidays for that year and they were really looking forward to going to Klosters for the skiing over Christmas.

Here in Edinburgh, I shot a video of one march as the well-dressed, well-fed marchers strolled down the street with their kids and grandkids along with them for the ride. I am sure that the Polish nannies appreciated the day off, as I said at the time.

So nothing happened, just as nothing ever happens when the middle-class are on their own.

And that is why we will leave the European Union next year! 

Saturday, 6 January 2018

Now the Brexiteers Have Started the Great Beer Battle!

Here's another opportunity to stick the boot into the Federasts, get them all shouty, and give them an opportunity to tell us how clever they are before leaving them to feel like dogshit yet again. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the great beer battle!

Back in 2006, the EU insisted that the official mark of measure on a drinking glass be the "CE" symbol, rather than the Crown mark that had been there for over 300 years. Someone has started a petition to restore the Crown to our beer pots and this blog is happy to support that worthy aim.

The fun thing here is that various Federast types are now coming along and getting all shouty as they tell us that there is nothing to stop us having the Crown on our beer pots. They then tend to go on and tell us how clever they are and, well, you know the rest.

As is the case with the Federasts, they are actually very stupid or very disingenuous. I reckon the former, but never mind that, now. It is true that the Crown symbol could be on the pots, but only as a decoration, not the official mark of measure. That would remain as the CE symbol, and it is that which we wish to give the two-fingered salute to. 

Now, when we leave the EU just next year, the CE symbol would go, anyway, but there is no harm in supporting this cause as it gets the Federasts all would up and telling porkies about symbols as you can see if you scroll through the load of old wank that they are coming out with.

It's a bit like the passport row. Yes, we could have kept the dark blue passports, but they would still have to have had the words European Union above the Crown and it is that symbol of subjugation that we reject.

It's also good fun to wind the Federast fuckers up!

After the Passport Victory It's Time We Waged the Stamp War!

It is true that a commemorative set of stamps was issued in 1973 when we entered the old EEC, the forerunner to the EU that we are going to leave next year. Here they are if you can't remember what they looked like:

It is also true that a certain Miss Margot James MP, the Business Minister responsible for philatelic matters has announced that a commemorative set to celebrate our Brexit would be "divisive," and is therefore not on the cards.

Genial old Uncle Ken thinks that this provides us with a perfect opportunity to mobile our base, win another victory and leave our Federast enemies feeling yet again like something that the dog has puked up on the street, so let's got for it.

Britain must have commemorative stamps to celebrate our victory over the forces of bourgeois reaction and metropolitan freakery!

Symbolism is important. That was a point that I made last month when it was announced that we were getting our UK passports back starting at the end of March next year. The Federasts howled and screamed about that and went into yet another very engaging meltdown online, and the end result of all that was to remind the majority of the British people just how much the Federasts hate us.

That solidified our army and made them more determined not to enter into any negotiations with the Federasts over any idea of a soft Brexit. If you think about it, joining the European Free Frade Association would have been a perfect fallback position for the Remain side after their defeat and it was something that many Brexiteers would have gone along with. That is probably off the table, now, thanks to the stupidity of the Federasts and their strategy of demonising us as being people who are beneath them in the intelligence stakes.

So let's start the Stamp War, shall we? I know it is basically a rerun of the Passport War, but as I pointed out in my last posting on this here blog, the Federasts are the stupid ones and they probably won't realise that. Instead, they will get all worked up about how bovine we are when we talk about such trivia as stamps, and their hysterical attacks will help ensure the unity of our side as we head into the next phase of the post-Brexit era and the culture wars that are about to begin.

Friday, 5 January 2018

Let's Maximise Federast Humiliation in 2018

2017 was a good year to sip the finest liqueur that was distilled from the copious salty tears of the weeping Federasts, chilled as it was with the finest of melting snowflakes. Now let's make 2018 the year of maximum humiliation for them, as we bring them face to face with the reality that they lose because they are so stupid that they think they are clever.

One trick I love to pull is to tell them the simple honest truth about myself and my sons. It is true that Spanish is my second language. It is also true that all of my sons are native Spanish speakers, born to native Spanish-speaking mothers during the long years that I spent abroad.

Now, I don't think that there is anything to misunderstand in any of that, do you? That's 'cos we are not Federasts, so take a look at this as a case in point:

Poor Matt Westwood - once he realised that he had been made to look a right pillock he blocked me on Facebook and vanished from my sight, never to be seen again.

If you think that he is the exception, then I have to tell you that he is the Federast rule. Take this, also from Facebook, and just the other day:

Mark Roberts also did a runner once he realised that I was leading by the nose to the punchline, but it is hardly my fault that your Federast has a problem with the old reading comprehension, is it? I never said my sons were Spanish, only that they were Spanish speakers...

I also like to tell Federasts another truth, which is that I left school at 15. Actually, since the school year ends in July and my birthday is in August I was still only 14 when I stopped providing a cushy number for the teaching trade one Friday and started bastard work the following Monday, but let's not confuse the poor little snowflakes. I left school at 15, let's leave it at that.

Usually at least one thick as pigshit poly wallah, and rest assured they usually are poly wallahs, will come along at that point and tell me that the reason I voted Leave is that I am uneducated. Please consider this exchange as an example of the genre:

To this day I do not have an O-Level or A-Level to my name since I did leave school at the age of 15, but I do have a diploma from Ruskin College, Oxford, and a degree from the University of Manchester. That's the real university of Manchester, by the way, not the wanky old poly that is allowed to degrade the name university. As for the "University" of Staffordshire and places like that, it's best not to get me started...

So, as you can see, it's easy to humiliate the Federasts and when you do, don't forget to take screenshots of the exchanges so that when you get bored one dark, January day you can dig 'em out and repost them, just for jollies.

So, as we head into 2018 it's worth remembering that you never hit a man when he is down, and your Federast is certainly down right now. What you do is kick his fucking head in and leave him whimpering on the ground. 

Come on the Brexiteers: up and at 'em!
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