The day Scout Willis went topless for some reason or other

Scout Willis, daughter to Bruce in case you were wondering, wanted to protest about something or other, so she walked around New York flashing her fun bags around. That's OK, because I can't figure it out either, but what the hell, she has a nice pair so let's give em an airing.

Now, I am hoping that someone can come along and tell me exactly why the girlies think that by getting their tits out they are making some kind of statement. We had this nonsense with a group called Femen who turned out to be nothing more than a stooge outfit set up by a certain Victor Svyatski as a way to get his leg over. Victor managed to persuade several sweet little hamster brains  that providing entertainment for men on the street was the way to go politically. Before anyone knew it, Victor had his very own harem and Femen were in all the papers.

Sorry, but stunts like this from Scout Willis are nothing more than an excuse for a girl to allow her exhibitionist streak to break free and for us to have a nice pair to admire.

Oh, and for the hits on this blog to continue climbing.

How to subvert a Better Together video

Many of us who live in Scotland are now heartily sick of this Unionist video which seems to crop up everywhere. That was until a Nationalist got his paws on it and turned it into a viral sensation.

You have to admit that it is quite funny when the Unionists spend a fortune on their adverts and some bloke with a computer spends a small amount of time and no money whatsoever to subvert the message.

Princess Kate bare bottom photos allow British press to get into full sanctimonious git mode

A couple of days ago I ran the Princess Kate bare bottom picture that first saw the light of day in a German magazine called Bild. If you don't fancy scrolling back to that posting, here's the bit of the photo that we both know is only part that you are interested in seeing again.

The Daily Mail was running one of its we are outraged stories, and now the Guardian and Independent have got in on the act, with both posting stories joining in the faux outrage. The Independent even made the plain wrong allegation that the money shot of Kate was taken with the "camera between her legs." The fact that the female photographer was standing with the rest of the pack and had the good luck to be in just the right spot to grab the shot has not been allowed to get in the way of a good click baiting rant.

What are we to make of all this?

Well, the photographer was in the right place to grab the shot of a lifetime which she then sold to the highest bidder as any freelance would. The photo was bought by Bild who ran it to increase their circulation, and then the Mail, Guardian and Independent jumped on the bandwagon. They did not buy the photo, but they used their contrived outrage as click bait to increase the hits to their sites, and thus the revenues that accrue from the advertising that pays for it all.

As for little old me, I ran the photo because it amused me, and I knew that it would increase my stat-porn, which it duly did as I'm on the first page of Google for the Princess Kate Middleton upskirt photos. What can I say? I'm just good at search engine optimisation.

Come to think of it, so are the Guardian and Independent. Just check out the URLs for both stories that I have linked to above. The Independent manages to include Kate Middleton, upskirt pictures and Bild in its URL with the Guardian giving us bums and Duchess of Cambridge in its version. This is pure Google whoring, even to the extent of using Waity-Katy's maiden name, just in case someone uses that as a search term.

The point is that both Bild and yours truly are being honest with our venality. We are not pretending to give a tinker's cuss that this is about anything other than increasing our hits. The inhabitants of Grub Street are trying to pretend that this is somehow a great moral issue, when in reality what  they are really doing is exactly what the rest of us did which is make the hit counter shoot up like a rocket.

I think that honesty is the best policy and that sanctimonious self-righteous gittery should be discouraged as a matter of course.

Pictures of Princess Kate's bare bottom emerge to amuse us all and increase our hit counts.

Who says the Germans don't have a sense of humour? It's thanks to Bild magazine that we have this delightfully amusing upskirt shot of Princess Katie, accompanied by dear old balding Billy on a commando expedition in Australia last month.

It's not the first time that Katie has been spotted without knickers, as this photo taken in Canada last year shows.

What a delight she is when it comes to increasing the old hit count for web sites everywhere. The Daily Mail, never one to pass up a chance to increase its site traffic, ran the story with the interesting bit of Kate's anatomy pixelled out, but here you get the full uncensored shots of Katie's bare rump for your delectation and delight.

More on this story.

Manchester police arrest a man for satirising them

I reported recently on the case of a street preacher who was arrested on ludicrous and trumped up charges by the Manchester police, and now they have done it again, by arresting a bloke in a comic outfit and holding him for eight hours on a charge of impersonating a police officer!

Political activist Steven Peers now joins the longish list of preachers, political candidates and now satirists who have had their collars felt by the state's agents for doing not very much. 

I argued back in April that these arrests reflect a view on the part of our great and good that the people of Britain do not share the values that the elite consensus propounds. Thus they need to be intimidated into silence because the state is afraid that it is losing control of the people. I see nothing to change that view as far as this latest arrest is concerned.

The problem is that by arresting satirists, the police make themselves look utterly ridiculous. When people laugh at the state, they are well on the way to losing their fear of it.

UKIP and the BNP win seats in Failsworth and Nelson: the party system is falling apart

Warren Bates is in his mid-70s and on Thursday he captured Failsworth West for UKIP. Brian Parker was elected for a third time to represent the Marsden ward on Pendle Council for the BNP. I lived most of my life in Failsworth, and for three years in Marsden, Nelson, so I know both men and their districts. The part of Failsworth that Warren now speaks for is dominated by the massive council estate that I used to live on, and Marsden is at the heart of Nelson, a small mill town that used to be known as Little Moscow. How did this come about?

I was in the Labour Party along with Warren back in the 1980s, which is how come I got to know him. He was a bus driver at the time, and proudly wore his driver's uniform to party meetings. I suspect that like me he found the bulk of the members who tended to belong to the well-paid polyocracy a bit hard to take, which is probably why he showed up in uniform. For his part, Brian was my councillor when I lived in Nelson. An amiable bloke who is perhaps not the most eloquent of men, a generation ago he would have belonged to the Labour Party that dominated Nelson for decades:

Warren left Labour and joined the Liberal-Democrats, then jumping over to the Greens, before finally settling in UKIP. I do not know if Brian was ever actually a Labour Party member, but he does have about him the air of a Labour man, so it says more about today's Labour Party that neither of them belongs to it than it does about either Warren Bates or Brian Parker.

Failsworth West was held by a John Battye, the former leader of Oldham council until he was defeated in his Failsworth East ward a decade ago in a Liberal-Democrat landslide. He returned to the council in 2010 to represent the other half of Failsworth, and that in itself tells me just why Warren Bates was able to snatch the seat on Thursday.

John lives in Grotton, a leafy little village in the heart of Saddleworth, which is itself a wealthy part of town. He was employed until his retirement as a senior NHS figure, and would have had no chance getting elected for Labour in his home area. So he became a political carpetbagger and looked elsewhere for a seat.

This is the main reason why Warren won on Thursday: he is a local man who is well known on the Failsworth council estate that he now represents. You will never see John Battye in the area, slurping beer in one of the pubs, but you will see Warren Bates. As people mistrust the old parties more and more, that local base is important.

In Nelson, Brian was able to hold off against the combined might of the old parties, plus the Trotskyite freakshow that is Unite Against Fascism, precisely because he lives in the middle of the ward that he represents and anyone with a problem can knock on  his door and be invited in for a chat and cup of tea. In a world where the main parties are made up of careerist carpetbaggers, being local helps enormously. By way of contrast, his opponents, especially the freakshow element were largely shipped in to patronise the natives and tell them how wicked the BNP is. 

In a nutshell, as the party system creaks under the weight of its own failure to represent people, the only politicians who are really trusted are the ones that people know as their neighbours, such as Brian Parker and Warren Bates.

Going to vote in the European elections

Political parties in Scotland seem to be allowed to have their propaganda outside the polling stations, and as you can see from this photo that I grabbed at about 4.0pm today, the Tories, Lib-Dems and SNP took advantage of that to try and remind a few people to vote for them. The Labour Party seemed not to have bothered, but it didn't matter as I had no intention of voting for any of the old gang.

On my way to vote I was trying to convince myself that I should put aside my differences with UKIP and vote for them, as I knew that it would wind up all the right people.

Then I decided that it really didn't matter as the European Parliament is a joke, anyway, so I voted for No2EU. That way I got to flip the finger to both the pure at heart who just love the multi-culti society that the EU represents, as well as drop a ripe fart in the direction of the cardigan wearing Kippers.

A couple of people were voting when I arrived, and someone arrived just after me, so it looks as if people took the opportunity of the rain lifting to go and vote. Looking at the voter's lists that were on the desk, I could see the people who had already voted and been crossed of the list. From that quick glance I would reckon that perhaps ten percent have voted today.

Let's hope that most of them have voted for protest parties.