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Monday 30 November 2009
Tuesday 24 November 2009
Friday 20 November 2009
Global Warming is a scam-its official.
Someone has hacked into the University of East Anglia Climate Research Unit and acquired a load of data and e mails. The e mails are more interesting than the data because it seems to indicate that the EACRU know that global warming/climate change is a load of bollocks .
In order to continue ripping us all off on the pretence of saving the world staff have been fiddling with the data (that inconveniently shows a dip in global temperatures) to try and maintain the lie.
Hahahahaha the genie is out of the bottle and the great global warming scam has been exposed.
A recent survey showed that over half the British people asked thought that global warming/climate change was rubbish and now its been confirmed.
The sad thing is that this countries traditional power generation system has been run down on the basis of the Al Gore lie and the countryside has been covered with useless wind turbines .
When the lights start going out and our energy bills have gone (even more) through the roof remember this was because of a lie started by Al Gore and carried on by this government in order to extract £billions more from us.
E mail extract
"I’ve just completed Mike’s Nature trick of adding in the real tempsto each series for the last 20 years (ie from 1981 onwards) amd from1961 for Keith’s to hide the decline"
Thursday 19 November 2009
Crowborough Town Council-Undemocratic Sham
Above you can see the picture of one of our town councillors (Leigh Colbran).A representative of the people of Crowborough voted for by the people of Crowborough you would think.This democratically elected representative has been appointed chairman of the communications and events comittee presumably because she is the best "person" for the job.When I looked up the last town council election results I am left in some doubt whether Leigh is actually an elected Town Councillor at all.Look at the results detailed below.
Crowborough Town Council - Crowborough North Ward
CandidateLeigh COLBRAN
357 votes
8.88% Not Elected
So there you have it -someone who only got 8.88% of the vote and not elected somehow manages to be appointed as a councillor.
Perhaps someone could enlighten me how this can be democratic .
Wednesday 18 November 2009
Lunatics in charge of the asylum.
Just an illustration of the idiots we have in charge of our childrens education.Even Rusthall is not immune from the right on pc lesbian social worker syndrome.
Old news I know but I thought we all need reminding.
Interestingly the Courier didnt even touch this story under instructions no doubt from our glorious leaders.Not much social cohesion here though when a 6 year old white girl can get be labelled a racist on the word of an older immigrant child but the bullying(a 11 year old chasing a 6 year old) aspect seemed to be conveniently forgotten.As we are now all racist we might as well all vote for the BNP next election.
The parents of a six-year-old girl are outraged after their daughter was branded a racist for telling a black girl she had chocolate on her face.
They fear the incident could 'haunt' her throughout her time at school.
Sharona Gower had been eating chocolate mousse and was playing with a friend when she was chased by two 11-year-old girls.
When one of the older girls, who was black, said Sharona had chocolate on her face, the youngster replied: 'Well, you've got chocolate on yours.'
The older girl wiped her face and said: 'I've got nothing on my face, actually.'
The girl then complained to a teacher, who gave Sharona a telling off.
But when Michelle Gower, 34, went to collect her daughter from school, she was told the incident was 'racist' and that a complaint had been logged.
Now Mrs Gower and her husband Nick, 45, believe the incident at St Paul's School, in Rusthall, near Tunbridge Wells, Kent, was not properly investigated and has left their daughter 'distressed and confused'.
Mrs Gower said: 'The teacher told me that the girl had complained that Sharona was racist.
'The teacher said she had to record this and it had been logged as required by law.
'The teacher said they have a zero-tolerance policy for racism and bullying, which my husband and I totally agree with. Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1225633/Chocolate-face-girl-6-branded-racist.html#ixzz0XFdrL6So
They fear the incident could 'haunt' her throughout her time at school.
Sharona Gower had been eating chocolate mousse and was playing with a friend when she was chased by two 11-year-old girls.
When one of the older girls, who was black, said Sharona had chocolate on her face, the youngster replied: 'Well, you've got chocolate on yours.'
The older girl wiped her face and said: 'I've got nothing on my face, actually.'
The girl then complained to a teacher, who gave Sharona a telling off.
But when Michelle Gower, 34, went to collect her daughter from school, she was told the incident was 'racist' and that a complaint had been logged.
Now Mrs Gower and her husband Nick, 45, believe the incident at St Paul's School, in Rusthall, near Tunbridge Wells, Kent, was not properly investigated and has left their daughter 'distressed and confused'.
Mrs Gower said: 'The teacher told me that the girl had complained that Sharona was racist.
'The teacher said she had to record this and it had been logged as required by law.
'The teacher said they have a zero-tolerance policy for racism and bullying, which my husband and I totally agree with. Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1225633/Chocolate-face-girl-6-branded-racist.html#ixzz0XFdrL6So
Saturday 14 November 2009
Thursday 12 November 2009
Tuesday 10 November 2009
Brown really in the brown stuff.
Click here if you want to hear Mc Doom arguing the toss about his spelling.
Mandelscum.
I’ve given the matter a great deal of thought all week, and I’m afraid I’ve decided that it’s no good putting Peter Mandelson in a prison. I’m afraid he will have to be tied to the front of a van and driven round the country until he isn’t alive any more.
He announced last week that middle-class children will simply not be allowed into the country’s top universities even if they have 4,000 A-levels, because all the places will be taken by Albanians and guillemots and whatever other stupid bandwagon the conniving idiot has leapt
I hate Peter Mandelson. I hate his fondness for extremely pale blue jeans and I hate that preposterous moustache he used to sport in the days when he didn’t bother trying to cover up his left-wing fanaticism. I hate the way he quite literally lords it over us even though he’s resigned in disgrace twice, and now holds an important decision-making job for which he was not elected. Mostly, though, I hate him because his one-man war on the bright and the witty and the successful means that half my friends now seem to be taking leave of their senses.
There’s talk of emigration in the air. It’s everywhere I go. Parties. Work. In the supermarket. My daughter is working herself half to death to get good grades at GSCE and can’t see the point because she won’t be going to university, because she doesn’t have a beak or flippers or a qualification in washing windscreens at the lights. She wonders, often, why we don’t live in America.
Then you have the chaps and chapesses who can’t stand the constant raids on their wallets and their privacy. They can’t understand why they are taxed at 50% on their income and then taxed again for driving into the nation’s capital. They can’t understand what happened to the hunt for the weapons of mass destruction. They can’t understand anything. They see the Highway Wombles in those brand new 4x4s that they paid for, and they see the M4 bus lane and they see the speed cameras and the community support officers and they see the Albanians stealing their wheelbarrows and nothing can be done because it’s racist.
And they see Alistair Darling handing over £4,350 of their money to not sort out the banking crisis that he doesn’t understand because he’s a small-town solicitor, and they see the stupid war on drugs and the war on drink and the war on smoking and the war on hunting and the war on fun and the war on scientists and the obsession with the climate and the price of train fares soaring past £1,000 and the Guardian power-brokers getting uppity about one shot baboon and not uppity at all about all the dead soldiers in Afghanistan, and how they got rid of Blair only to find the lying twerp is now going to come back even more powerful than ever, and they think, “I’ve had enough of this. I’m off.”
It’s a lovely idea, to get out of this stupid, Fairtrade, Brown-stained, Mandelson-skewed, equal-opportunities, multicultural, carbon-neutral, trendily left, regionally assembled, big-government, trilingual, mosque-drenched, all-the-pigs-are-equal, property-is-theft hellhole and set up shop somewhere else. But where?
You can’t go to France because you need to complete 17 forms in triplicate every time you want to build a greenhouse, and you can’t go to Switzerland because you will be reported to your neighbours by the police and subsequently shot in the head if you don’t sweep your lawn properly, and you can’t go to Italy because you’ll soon tire of waking up in the morning to find a horse’s head in your bed because you forgot to give a man called Don a bundle of used notes for “organising” a plumber.
You can’t go to Australia because it’s full of things that will eat you, you can’t go to New Zealand because they don’t accept anyone who is more than 40 and you can’t go to Monte Carlo because they don’t accept anyone who has less than 40 mill. And you can’t go to Spain because you’re not called Del and you weren’t involved in the Walthamstow blag. And you can’t go to Germany ... because you just can’t.
The Caribbean sounds tempting, but there is no work, which means that one day, whether you like it or not, you’ll end up like all the other expats, with a nose like a burst beetroot, wondering if it’s okay to have a small sharpener at 10 in the morning. And, as I keep explaining to my daughter, we can’t go to America because if you catch a cold over there, the health system is designed in such a way that you end up without a house. Or dead.
Canada’s full of people pretending to be French, South Africa’s too risky, Russia’s worse and everywhere else is too full of snow, too full of flies or too full of people who want to cut your head off on the internet. So you can dream all you like about upping sticks and moving to a country that doesn’t help itself to half of everything you earn and then spend the money it gets on bus lanes and advertisements about the dangers of salt. But wherever you go you’ll wind up an alcoholic or dead or bored or in a cellar, in an orange jumpsuit, gently wetting yourself on the web. All of these things are worse than being persecuted for eating a sandwich at the wheel.
I see no reason to be miserable. Yes, Britain now is worse than it’s been for decades, but the lunatics who’ve made it so ghastly are on their way out. Soon, they will be back in Hackney with their South African nuclear-free peace polenta. And instead the show will be run by a bloke whose dad has a wallpaper shop and possibly, terrifyingly, a twerp in Belgium whose fruitless game of hunt-the-WMD has netted him £15m on the lecture circuit.
So actually I do see a reason to be miserable. Which is why I think it’s a good idea to tie Peter Mandelson to a van. Such an act would be cruel and barbaric and inhuman. But it would at least cheer everyone up a bit. onto in the meantime.
Written by J Clarkson.
Tuesday 3 November 2009
Independent state of Crowborough.
Is there any reason why Crowborough or any other town cannot break away from the rest of the country and become an independent state.The EU and the Government seem intent on turning the country into a socialist multi-cultural hell hole where unelected favoured ones get the job of ruling over the plebs because they consider themselves to be the elite.Democracy has gone out of the window and the people of this country dont even get a say on some of the most important issues facing us since
WW2.Gordon Brown (unelected) lords over us with a cabinet including many unelected peers whilst taking orders from the undemocratic EUSSR.Phoney Tony is hoping to come back as El Presidente(unelected) like some modern day Napoleon.
Even at local level the town councillors are getting in on the act and being appointed without anyone voting for them.Its common practice for councils to decide they cant be bothered to hold a vote and instead appoint new councillors by co-opting them because its the right thing to do!.In Crowborough we have just been blessed? with 2 new town councillors (Damian Alonan and Clive Wilson) without a vote being cast.They seem to have been appointed using the nudge nudge wink wink say no more method of appointment.How can these people claim to represent residents when no residents have ever given them a mandate.
Isnt it time to start from scratch and change the system to the advantage of the people.
As an example of what I mean think of Crowborough becoming an independent state where we govern ourselves by means of a local panel(parliament if you will) where all the members have been voted in by the local residents.Anyone could stand as a representative in their own right with no political parties allowed.Get enough votes and you are a representative -simples.
Just think council tax scrapped,VAT scrapped,eco loony laws scrapped,firearms laws scrapped ,all EU laws scrapped,car tax scrapped,fuel duty scrapped,alcohol duty scrapped in fact the only laws that would remain would be those to protect what we know as our Common Law Rights.We could rid ourselves of Sussex Council,Wealden Council and all their henchmen.To make sure that we are not pushed around we could be like Switzerland-armed to the teeth but neutral.
Not quite Utopia but not far short
Sunday 1 November 2009
Checker Cars Gatwick
Just got back from a week in the West Midlands.
There are a lot of cunts on the road but the biggest cunt ever was the bastard twat driving a checker cars Volvo estate down the M23 this afternoon.The retard driving thought it was good practice to drive right up my arse and flash his lights so he could pass.
So Mr Retard taxi driver-you will be soon be laughing on the other side of your fat face when I report you to the licencing department for dangerous driving.See you soon selling the big issue you fat fucker.
Remember -if you want to be driven by a retarded half wit that doesnt know his head from his arse then get a cab from Checker Cars.
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