There are probably those here who can still remember the, "I told 'em -
Oldham' advertising slogan for what was once a leading brand of car
battery - the inference being that savvy motorists demanded the
longevity and cold-morning starting power that only an Oldham battery
could provide.
That was, of course, way back in the early 60's - when Oldham and its
batteries were as unassailably British as a Morris Oxford.
Things have changed. Oldham batteries have gone, as have Morris Motors,
and Oldham itself has undergone a change more corrosive than 50 million
leaking Oldham batteries cold ever have effected!
Hot on the heels of the story (much derided by opinion formers like
William Black) of the Oldham muslim Asda checkout worker, who refused to
serve a white woman who was wearing a 'Help For Hero's' armband, come
news of 'non-racial' attack on a pub by a gang of Asians wearing
balaclava's (there's an irony there).
To prove that good things generally arrive in three's, the Oldham police
are tonight presumably still hunting for a 'gang', who piled out of
their cars and attacked three men ('quietly minding there own business')
with machettes.
As the report studiously refrains from mentioning the ethnicity of the
machette-wielding assailants, one can safely assume that the culprits
were not 'white'
For, as most people recognise, when 'white' people commit offences, the
whole world knows about it in double quick time.
So, the only logical conclusion is that the machete gang were comprised
of Innuits. egged on by their fanatical holy men - who are thought to be
gradually claiming Oldham as their own territory, in the way that
Innuits always do.
Oh for those happy, long gone, days of Oldham batteries - when
machette-crazed Eskimos (as one was allowed to call them,then) were far
from that town!
It was a mistake to let the advance guard in all those years ago - the
Navy should have sunk their Kayaks as they paddled toward the beaches...
The gods have realised that you are a very, very silly sausage and
have made you into a moron.
A moron of good white stock. A stock moron.
Oh, his various substances have really taken hold now - he won't be even
barely coherent until tomorrow afternoon (and he's barely intelligible
at the best of times)
For now,though, it's all thick smoke, and swirling colours, and pink
elephants doing ticks on uni-cycles....
But *is he* alive??
FAO: Director of Essex Social Services
Dear Sir/Madam
I write in support of mothers and fathers denied contact between them
and their children, in foster or adopted care.
The date today is 16th July. If your department does not change its
policy to allow regular contact (where security can by practically
provided) between children adopted or in foster care and their birth
parents. I will take my own life on the 16th August. You will have
blood on YOUR hands!
I am not a natural parent, nor do intend to have a family myself.
However, I have seen the immense pyschological and psychiatric damage
done to adults and children due to a policy that is more compatible
with Nazism or Apartheid than a western democracy. I believe it is the
ABSOLUTE right to have contact between oneself and one's own blood
relatives. This is to me the most fundamental human right....
This is a case I am willing to DIE for. Life without liberty is worse
than liberty without life.
Yours Sincerely
Andrew Wainwright
<snigger>
You certainly cited this one but only with the rider "one can safely
assume that the culprits were not 'white' "
However, you can "safely assume" no such thing. The truth is that you
do not know one way or the other and have no means of knowing so why
make that point? I think we know the answer to that one too!
So I take that non of what "The gods have made us mad said" is true
then? Since you dont address any of his points can we assume that non of
it is true and that he is just "a silly suasage"? Tell us why non of it
is true Andy, sounds as if you have some inside info given the way you
confidently and disparagingly dismiss his concerns?
My dear Mel (old enough, I assume to remember 'I told 'em - Oldham'?)
it has long been the case that the media selectively reports the
ethnicity of miscreants.
So much so, that the absence of of any racial information usually means
that the culprits are not 'white'.
If offenders *are* white, they generally lose no time in saying so.
Thus the absence of such information has become a de-facto way of
eliminating white people from the possible list of suspects.
It's rather difficult for the media, of course. In their befuddled
multicultural world ethnic minorities rarely (if ever) commit crimes, so
when faced with the tiresome realities of life they have to try and
cover the story as best they can - which means carefully omitting any
reference to the skin colour of offenders unless (hopefully) they *are*
white.
As you well know - but won't admit.
I assume you have inside information Andy that suggests that the
events the OP outlined didn't actually happen. I'm surprised that you
should rely on an ad hominen reply when you could refute what he says on
a basis of facts. Did these events in Oldham happen or not Andy?
Prove it. Don't give me an answer of the sort "it's a well known fact",
give me proof.
Or...
shut the fuck up with your racist crap.
> If offenders *are* white, they generally lose no time in saying so.
> Thus the absence of such information has become a de-facto way of
> eliminating white people from the possible list of suspects.
>
> It's rather difficult for the media, of course. In their befuddled
> multicultural world ethnic minorities rarely (if ever) commit crimes, so
> when faced with the tiresome realities of life they have to try and
> cover the story as best they can - which means carefully omitting any
> reference to the skin colour of offenders unless (hopefully) they *are*
> white.
>
> As you well know - but won't admit.
I know no such thing! Perhaps you would desist in attributing
knowledge to me that I do not admit to?
The ethnicity of an offender is only of consequence to those who
consider such information to be of importance or even relevance.
Offenders have names and it's usually the case that they are referred
to by these names. Of course a name can often give a clue as to
ethnicity. In this case of course the offenders are unknown and so we
don't even have that knowledge so why assume it? Try giving evidence
in court on the basis that only ethnic minorities commit a certain
type of crime (was it the machetes that swung it?) or that ethnic
minorities have been known to commit this type of offence and ergo
ethnic minorities commit all crimes of this type.
You simply don't know so why pretend that you do?
Now about the Asda checkout assistant. You didn't cite that one at
all!
In fact it came from the Sun.
Didn't you miss or refrain from including something like:
" "I immediately complained to a supervisor, but he said it was his
right not to serve me. I was disgusted."
An Asda spokeswoman said they were "shocked" by the claims but had
found no evidence that the incident happened in their store.
She added: "We are big supporters of the Help for Heroes campaign and
we sell the pin badges and wristband in hundreds of our stores.""
Why?
I'm afraid you regard yourself as being more sophisticated than in
fact you are. Your abilities to twist the truth are severely limited.
I'm an extremely unsophisticated person, Mel - and suitably proud of it.
I'm at something of a loss, however, to understand why you think Asda's
denial of the incident is credible.
They can hardly admit to such a wicked thing taking place in one of
their stores, can they? - particularly so in the run-up to the Christmas
buying binge.
If we choose to believe what we want to believe, then *you* are
preferring to accept the damage limitation spin of a major retailer,
rather than word of an Englishwoman with close relatives serving the
country.
That's your choice - but I know which account I believe.
Perfectly credible. If you care to check you will find that Asda has
often apologised over the years for various cock-ups that have happened
in their stores, what makes you think it would be any different in this
case.
It couldn't be your longing to prove that every, single, last immigrant
to the UK is an arsehole could it?
Yes I think it could but, as you are such an utter fuckwit, you can
neither see the futility of that approach nor its erroneousness.
Just as I am at a loss as to why you believe the hitherto unknown
Beth Hoyle's version of events.
What would Asda have to gain through the toleration of indiscipline on
the part of one of their staff?
A far better response from Asda's point of view, had there been
grounds for it, would have been an open as well as private apology to
Ms Hoyle and a reassurance to other customers that the errant member
of staff concerned had been dealt with. But if the incident never even
happened? How could they?
Whatever the case, If you are going to tell a tale I think it should
be a complete tale and Asda's response is relevant otherwise why would
the Sun have included it? You didn't even cite it. You, instead,
dishonestly chose to deny your reader access to the full story for
reasons of your own agenda.
As regards that story :
" The sheer ridiculousness of the story – as well as the scant detail
– should be a clear indication that it’s almost certainly made up, as
most of these stories are. There’s a clear pattern at work: lower /
middle-class white adult experiences racism from ethnic minority,
thereby deflating the myth that only white people are capable of
discrimination. White person is treated in a wildly implausible and
thoroughly unprofessional manner, and is left dejected and humiliated.
Cue shock and awe from a dumbstruck public – sorry, that should be a
dumb public – who maintain that this is “a clear infringement of our
right to support our boys”, or, worse, “political correctness gone
mad”. We had an influx of them over the summer, but as October shifts
into November, it’s now time for the Christmas myths: numerous tales
of local authorities pandering to the needs of Muslims by abolishing
Christmas in favour of the Winter Festival, which would be ridiculous
if it were actually happening, but with one or two crackpot exceptions
it simply isn’t."
You however, will have the advantage of the full story on:
http://dropofthehat.wordpress.com/2009/11/02/bloodlust-for-life/
(yawn) Is it just me?, or is there some silly little French dog, with a
bow around its neck and a fur pom-pom on the end its tail, making shrill
yapping noises around here?
And what about this damp patch on the carpet?.....
Firstly, I didn't provide the 'cite' that appears so indispensable to
you because I had already previously mentioned *that* particular outrage
when it was featured in the local press, and I assumed that everyone
here was familiar with it.
The fact that the national press subsequently ran with the story seems
to vindicate it.
Secondly, the high volume of squeaking that it has induced from the PC
brigade rather suggests that the story *is* perfectly true. If a
mistake has been made, it is only that the cashier was premature in his
imposition of minor-Shariah on the hapless shoppers of Oldham.
Doubtless, his day is coming - but not just yet, and his haste has
necessitated some strenuous work for the multiracial apologists.
You, certainly, seem to be putting your back into the task....
> A moron of good white stock. A stock moron.
We recognised that you Andy are a moron from your very first post.
A homosexual moron to boot.
You will go far in the Labour party,they love morons like all the
members of the PLP and they absolutely love homosexuals.
I don't know Andy's personal circumstances - but if he has had an
unhappy or troubled childhood, then I don't really think that's
something to sneer at him about.
We are, largely, what we are made, and to be robbed of a loving family
during our formative years is a tragedy that can affect people for the
rest of their lives.
Whatever happened to Andy, I sincerely hope that he reconciles his sense
of loss and finds true peace.
This is (to me, anyway) just a chit-chat forum. We take part to lampoon
each other and to try and score points - not to cause genuine hurt or to
stick knives into raw emotional wounds.
Chin up, Andy.
Not even funny, an incapacity for humour to add to your many other
faults.
I notice there was no reply to the content of my post, just a feeble
attempt at abuse. You're pathetic sonny.
(puzzled) There's that yapping again! - like a toy dog with fresh
Duracell's, obviously harmless, but oddly irritating....
>The ethnicity of an offender is only of consequence to those who
>consider such information to be of importance or even relevance.
If I bake a cake and it doesn't taste right, I will want to know which
ingredient is causing the problem.
Thou assumeth too much!
Thous speakest dribble!
Far to many exotic ingredients in the national cake, these days, for my
taste.
What began as pinch here, and a sprinkle there, turned into a drunken
chef throwing the entire spice rack into the mix, and madly stirring it
into a revolting concoction that has made the country ill.
As if that wasn't bad enough, the inebriated Chef has now abandoned any
pretence of culinary skill, and is tipping in barrow-loads of East
European root vegetables, to the point where no-one even knows what the
final dish is supposed to be.
Give me simple English cooking, every time!
Can'st thou not reply?
> I don't know Andy's personal circumstances - but if he has had an
> unhappy or troubled childhood, then I don't really think that's
> something to sneer at him about.
>
> We are, largely, what we are made, and to be robbed of a loving family
> during our formative years is a tragedy that can affect people for the
> rest of their lives.
>
> Whatever happened to Andy, I sincerely hope that he reconciles his
> sense of loss and finds true peace.
>
> This is (to me, anyway) just a chit-chat forum. We take part to
> lampoon each other and to try and score points - not to cause genuine
> hurt or to stick knives into raw emotional wounds.
Well said and hear hear.
Mr gods have made us mad bloke, this makes me smile. And not in a
nasty way through... A glimmer of humanity and a realisation not to
take things so seriously... :) How sweet :)
I *am* sweet, Andy - quite simply, I'm the nicest Nazi you will probably
ever meet...
Besides which, I can trump you tenfold in the traumatic childhood
stakes. How about being a 4 year old, and coming downstairs one morning
to see that your father had dies in the night?
I can remember it as if it was yesterday - but it's more than 50 years
ago. Dad had been ill for some time and had his bed downstairs. He
dies alone during the night, my mother being the one to find his body
when she woke. By the time I was up, his body had been covered with a
blanket (brown, rough woollen one) and there he lay, on his bed.
Mother had three kids to worry about - and sentimentality was in short
supply. I was packed off to nursery school as usual, and when I
returned home the body had gone, and so had the bed.
That was the last I ever saw of him - I didn't go to the funeral,
probably because they thought it would be too upsetting, but after
seeing him dead, it could hardly have been more traumatic.
I can only remember him vaguely - I do recall visitors around his bed,
and their surprise when he gave me sixpence, which was a handsome sum in
those days for a 4 year old. I can also recall going straight to a
corner shop and swapping my sixpence for a Mars bar ;)
No-one at school ever mentioned his passing, life was far more robust in
those days - but I can remember, aged about 5 or 6, reading Pinocchio
and bursting into tears.
I read way above my age group, and this version of Pinocchio was
certainly not a 'Disney' one - rather, it was a very dark tale, far more
in keeping with the original text.
The part that got me was when the errant Pinnochio returned home to see
Gepetto, after he had undergone all his adventures.
Geppeto, however, had died of a broken heart during Pinocchio's absence
- and the book graphically described his inconsolable grief as he sat
weeping on Gepetto's grave - with a white marble headstone that shone in
the moonlight...
Heavy stuff for a boy with a dead father, I can tell you! I went around
the school for several days, bursting into tears whenever I thought of
poor Pinocchio and his sadness. I was far too young to ascribe my grief
to my own loss - but it seems plain enough now.
Interestingly, not one teacher ever asked why I was weeping, not one! -
it seems almost inconceivable looking back - but, in those days, little
boys carried their sorrows themselves, without the assistance of
trained Councillors or, in fact, anyone....
Now - beat that ;)