Wednesday, December 16, 2009

NUGGETS OF GNOMIC WISDOM

When the roof is falling in, remember we are the architects of our own misfortune.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Peter Mandelson - Labour's Prince (Or Queen) of Darkness.

The enlosed article by Jeremy Clarkson was due to be published in Sunday Times on 8th November, but has since been 'pulled' - probably by the subject of the article, Peter Mandelson. So much for free speech. But poor old manglebum fails to appreciate how the blogsphere works and in no time the article finds itself going viral round the world. Wonderful. Enjoy it - and feel free to pass it on if you enjoyed it.....
Jeremy Clarkson
Sunday Times 8/11/09

Before you go ahead and enjoy this article, Barricade recalls a profile the Guardian ran on Peter some years ago.

A hack had followed Peter on the campaign trail in Huddersfield or some other dank Northern hell-hole where life was the pits and is now just a chorus of coughs into blood stained kleenex down dole office.

Peter had slithered his way out of the constituency which was the best ad for heroin use ever made. Anyhow, here he was back on the campaign trail. And feeling a tad peckish, Peter decided to go into a local chippie.

Mandy ordered his single and then allegedly asked for a 'portion of guacamole on the side.'

Now we here at Barricade hate Mandy as much as the next man and we would love to think he would make such a mushy pea of a fuck up.

But. But. But it's just too perfect. It says everything that needs to be said about 'New Labour.'

It's so perfect, could it be true?


And on the subject of Mandy's constituency - Hartlepool? - the Guardian piece informed us that houses sell for £19,000 there. That's just a grand less that the cost of Peter's watch.

And a side order of salsa with that.



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 thoug h 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 de struction. 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 a nyone 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 ab out 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 v an. Such an act would be cruel and barbaric and inhuman. But it would at least cheer everyone up a bit in the meantime.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

AS A XMAS GIFT WE WILL PRESENT YOU WITH THE GANLEY GALLERY APRES SHEPHERD FAIRY'S OBAMA











Wednesday, December 9, 2009

SEEMS EVEN THE ECONOMIST THOUGHT GANLEY WAS A TOSSER.

The Economist


OH OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE - BEING SEEN AS A TOSSER BY THE ECONOMIST MUST HURT THE BESUITED WANNABE BOGMAN - BUT TO ADD INSULT TO INJURY THE PIECE APPEARS IN THE JOURNOS BLOG `CHARLEMAGN'S NOTEBOOK"


Check out the current edition of the Village Magazine where A Libertas insider tells Kevin Barrington that he thought the suggestion that the narcissistic Ganley had a Napoleonic complex was slightly off the maark.
Yes Ganley was driven by ego, he said but added that Charlemagne offered a better insight than Napoleon.


Oh how we laughed!

A blog by the author of our column on the European Union
Charlemagne's notebook

Declan Ganley, demagogue or dilettante?

* May 18th 2009, 22:55 by Charlemagne

I AM in Donegal, on the west coast of Ireland, at the end of a long day following Declan Ganley on the Euro-campaign trail. Mr Ganley, a rich businessman, came from nowhere to become a leading player in last summer’s Irish referendum on the Lisbon Treaty, heading up a slick No campaign that left the government and main opposition parties floundering.

Mr Ganley inspires strong emotions in Brussels: after he helped bring about the Irish No vote, he became a bogey-man for some surprisingly senior European politicians, who accused him of telling outrageous lies about the treaty. Some would brief journalists that he was a man with close links to the Pentagon, and hint that his funding came from forces in America who wished to block Lisbon, for fear Europe would become too powerful a rival. Jean-Pierre Jouyet, the then French Europe minister, said something pretty close to this in public last year.

Now, those same Brussels grandees seem to have decided that Mr Ganley is a joke, as they read opinion polls showing that the Irish are likely to vote to Yes when (not if) they are invited to vote again on Lisbon this autumn. He is also running in the European Parliament elections next month, as the founder of a new outfit, Libertas, which set out to become the first pan-European political party, with candidates in all 27 member countries of the EU. He has not made all 27, but he has 500 candidates signed up to run, some of them sitting members of the parliament.

I heard him tell people on the campaign trail today that he was expecting to win 106 seats, which would make Libertas one of the most powerful blocks in the European Parliament. This is nonsense. Depending on which polls you believe, he is in fact heading for somewhere between a small handful and no seats at all. His own run in Ireland Northwest is not looking good for him: he is polling below 10%, though it is generally reckoned a candidate needs close to 20% of first preference votes to make it (three seats are available in this enormous constituency, and will be elected on a transferable vote system).

I will have more considered thoughts to offer in a column later this week. Here is an immediate impression. Mr Ganley is a puzzling figure: neither a scary demagogue, nor a millionaire dilettante, but with elements of both those ills.

A lot of his hardcore supporters on the trail are conservative Catholics, who volunteer that their top issue is abortion. Other elements of the No campaign last summer were happy to lie, flat out, and say that the Lisbon Treaty might impose abortion on demand in Ireland. Mr Ganley, when asked about this, is more careful, but still pretty cynical. When asked about this, he starts his replies by conceding that abortion is not one of the legal competences of the European Union. If he were playing entirely straight that, really, should be that. No EU treaty will affect abortion laws at the national level, because it has been obvious for years that this is a very sensitive issue. So for years, the EU has steered well clear of it.

But instead Mr Ganley goes on to tell voters that Libertas will have to be “very vigilant” against the “risk” that the European Court of Justice will seek to extend its powers over abortion, euthanasia or other such issues. And the ECJ’s actions cannot be predicted, he says. “Nobody in Brussels should ever get their hands on that decision-making process,” he told a well-attended public meeting tonight, to rousing applause. On this then, and some other issues, he is at the very least a slick populist.

But at other times, he is oddly amateurish. He has been travelling a great deal launching Libertas campaigns in other countries, so has not spent much time campaigning for himself at home. So his time in Ireland today, three weeks out from the elections, was presumably rather precious. I have covered election campaigns on four continents over the past decade, and I can honestly say I have never spent more time watching a party leader fart around to less effect. We canvassed a street in Collooney where there were no voters (eventually ambushing a postman in his van, to give local television a shot of him talking to a voter), then visited a fishing company behind closed doors, then a boatyard and harbour. It was all very friendly, and some extremely polite women supporters with purple sweaters, Virgin Mary brooches and Libertas t-shirts came out to say hello. But the normal business of retail politics was almost ignored: no shopping centres, commuters at a railway station, or even places with crowds. When a nice man offered us a trip on his boat up the harbour to pick up the pilot off an ocean-going ship, off we went for 20 minutes, chugging round the harbour. I do not want to sound churlish, given that the scenery at Killybegs harbour is astonishingly pretty and I was allowed to go along on the boat trip. But most of the people Mr Ganley waved at while we chugged about were Norwegian sailors, who do not have a vote in Ireland as far as I know.

He handled a public meeting tonight pretty well, and he had the crowd really going at some points. As a connoisseur of political cant, I have to confess I did enjoy one moment that went slightly awry. His favourite argument is that the European Commission, which has the exclusive right to propose new EU laws, is staffed by unknown and unknowable “faceless bureaucrats”, who must be made accountable to voters. In a hokey question and answer moment, he challenged the crowd to name a commission official. “Hands up who knows a single one of them,” he said.

To his visible surprise, a tiny old man with a tweed jacket and snowy white hair meekly raised his hand. “There’s that lady Catherine Day, who is the secretary general of the commission, and she was on the radio,” said the old man, correctly identifying the most senior non-political functionary at the commission. “And she was saying these bureaucrats do have to travel around Europe bending ears to get things done.”

Trying to salvage his rhetorical gambit, Mr Ganley demanded: “So where is she from?”

“Well, Ireland somewhere,” the old man said, again correctly.

“I think she’s a Dublin lady,” a woman said from the back, presumably imagining she being helpful.

With only the faintest hint of alarm, Mr Ganley moved to seize back control: “Well, I have heard of Catherine Day,” he said briskly, “but she is not exactly a household name.” Then he slipped back into his stump speech.

He makes much of not being a professional politician. But though I am entirely neutral about whether Mr Ganley deserves a seat in the EP or not, I would modestly suggest two thoughts from my observers’ seat at the back of the room: real politicians are terrifyingly disciplined about campaigning, and real politicians never, ever patronise their audiences.

I AM in Donegal, on the west coast of Ireland, at the end of a long day following Declan Ganley on the Euro-campaign trail. Mr Ganley, a rich businessman, came from nowhere to become a leading player in last summer’s Irish referendum on the Lisbon Treaty, heading up a slick No campaign that left the government and main opposition parties floundering.

Mr Ganley inspires strong emotions in Brussels: after he helped bring about the Irish No vote, he became a bogey-man for some surprisingly senior European politicians, who accused him of telling outrageous lies about the treaty. Some would brief journalists that he was a man with close links to the Pentagon, and hint that his funding came from forces in America who wished to block Lisbon, for fear Europe would become too powerful a rival. Jean-Pierre Jouyet, the then French Europe minister, said something pretty close to this in public last year.

Now, those same Brussels grandees seem to have decided that Mr Ganley is a joke, as they read opinion polls showing that the Irish are likely to vote to Yes when (not if) they are invited to vote again on Lisbon this autumn. He is also running in the European Parliament elections next month, as the founder of a new outfit, Libertas, which set out to become the first pan-European political party, with candidates in all 27 member countries of the EU. He has not made all 27, but he has 500 candidates signed up to run, some of them sitting members of the parliament.

I heard him tell people on the campaign trail today that he was expecting to win 106 seats, which would make Libertas one of the most powerful blocks in the European Parliament. This is nonsense. Depending on which polls you believe, he is in fact heading for somewhere between a small handful and no seats at all. His own run in Ireland Northwest is not looking good for him: he is polling below 10%, though it is generally reckoned a candidate needs close to 20% of first preference votes to make it (three seats are available in this enormous constituency, and will be elected on a transferable vote system).

I will have more considered thoughts to offer in a column later this week. Here is an immediate impression. Mr Ganley is a puzzling figure: neither a scary demagogue, nor a millionaire dilettante, but with elements of both those ills.

A lot of his hardcore supporters on the trail are conservative Catholics, who volunteer that their top issue is abortion. Other elements of the No campaign last summer were happy to lie, flat out, and say that the Lisbon Treaty might impose abortion on demand in Ireland. Mr Ganley, when asked about this, is more careful, but still pretty cynical. When asked about this, he starts his replies by conceding that abortion is not one of the legal competences of the European Union. If he were playing entirely straight that, really, should be that. No EU treaty will affect abortion laws at the national level, because it has been obvious for years that this is a very sensitive issue. So for years, the EU has steered well clear of it.

But instead Mr Ganley goes on to tell voters that Libertas will have to be “very vigilant” against the “risk” that the European Court of Justice will seek to extend its powers over abortion, euthanasia or other such issues. And the ECJ’s actions cannot be predicted, he says. “Nobody in Brussels should ever get their hands on that decision-making process,” he told a well-attended public meeting tonight, to rousing applause. On this then, and some other issues, he is at the very least a slick populist.

But at other times, he is oddly amateurish. He has been travelling a great deal launching Libertas campaigns in other countries, so has not spent much time campaigning for himself at home. So his time in Ireland today, three weeks out from the elections, was presumably rather precious. I have covered election campaigns on four continents over the past decade, and I can honestly say I have never spent more time watching a party leader fart around to less effect. We canvassed a street in Collooney where there were no voters (eventually ambushing a postman in his van, to give local television a shot of him talking to a voter), then visited a fishing company behind closed doors, then a boatyard and harbour. It was all very friendly, and some extremely polite women supporters with purple sweaters, Virgin Mary brooches and Libertas t-shirts came out to say hello. But the normal business of retail politics was almost ignored: no shopping centres, commuters at a railway station, or even places with crowds. When a nice man offered us a trip on his boat up the harbour to pick up the pilot off an ocean-going ship, off we went for 20 minutes, chugging round the harbour. I do not want to sound churlish, given that the scenery at Killybegs harbour is astonishingly pretty and I was allowed to go along on the boat trip. But most of the people Mr Ganley waved at while we chugged about were Norwegian sailors, who do not have a vote in Ireland as far as I know.

He handled a public meeting tonight pretty well, and he had the crowd really going at some points. As a connoisseur of political cant, I have to confess I did enjoy one moment that went slightly awry. His favourite argument is that the European Commission, which has the exclusive right to propose new EU laws, is staffed by unknown and unknowable “faceless bureaucrats”, who must be made accountable to voters. In a hokey question and answer moment, he challenged the crowd to name a commission official. “Hands up who knows a single one of them,” he said.

To his visible surprise, a tiny old man with a tweed jacket and snowy white hair meekly raised his hand. “There’s that lady Catherine Day, who is the secretary general of the commission, and she was on the radio,” said the old man, correctly identifying the most senior non-political functionary at the commission. “And she was saying these bureaucrats do have to travel around Europe bending ears to get things done.”

Trying to salvage his rhetorical gambit, Mr Ganley demanded: “So where is she from?”

“Well, Ireland somewhere,” the old man said, again correctly.

“I think she’s a Dublin lady,” a woman said from the back, presumably imagining she being helpful.

With only the faintest hint of alarm, Mr Ganley moved to seize back control: “Well, I have heard of Catherine Day,” he said briskly, “but she is not exactly a household name.” Then he slipped back into his stump speech.

He makes much of not being a professional politician. But though I am entirely neutral about whether Mr Ganley deserves a seat in the EP or not, I would modestly suggest two thoughts from my observers’ seat at the back of the room: real politicians are terrifyingly disciplined about campaigning, and real politicians never, ever patronise their audiences.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

LISBON'S SIGNED, THE CHURCH IS FURTHER DISGRACED AND FAREWELL TO THE LATE GREAT LIAM

So it's finally here. Lisbon. And guess what? The blue eyed boys are not being trained to dismantle an AK-47 bindfolded. Mass buggery is not taking place on O' Connell St ... mmm mass buggery. There it was underneath the eyes of the Holy Joes and Rosary Rosies, all the time.
"Well your holiness, did you have sexual relations with children?"
"No I didn't" the bishop said to the fawning cop.
The "mental reservation" was that alhtough he had sex with hundreds of children, being a decent man of the cloth, he sodomised and rape on a singular basis.
Never with children! Never."
But he did have sex with a child and another child and another child and another child.
Now on the subject of sexual deviants, check out these scum: http://www.renewcampaign.com/RENEWOpposesCivilPartnershipBill.
If ever there was an argument for the continued use of ECT- did you know that this primitive form of medical treatment is actually still in common use useretention.
It's the medical equvalent of of a kid throwing his lego box into the air hoping it will fall down as a perfect dinasaur.
YEP.
Up the voltage. Up your junta. And kiss the ring.

For those of you sickened by the whole debacle, the work of Gerard Mannix Flynn is always worth following. Gerard has aesthetically put the state on trial for its crimes against innocent children.

So apart from spewing disgust, what can you do?
Well there is Grainne O Sullivan's website www.countmeout.ie
An impressive site that assists and simplifies your formal departure from the Catholic Church.
Check it out.

And by the way if you, like me, are thinking an arsenic/plutonium cocktail dropped into the Blessiington resevoir would be the best thing for this country, you remember there's the odd pearl amongst the swine.

Sadly one such jewel shines no more. But let's a raise a jug of bunch to the last of the ballad mohicans:

Monday, December 7, 2009

THE SMELL OF SULPHUR - IT MUST BE DECLAN.

Thankfully we have seen the back of the scuzzbucket Declan Ganley, howevzer, as the Irish Times story below informs us, there is a lingering smell of rodent.


Oh dear Declan, how we miss your rants on accountability and transparency.


Although if Ganley was up to his usual skulldugery, you would think the Gormless Green would liketo dine out on it.



Ombudsman seeks garda poll inquiry


PAT FLYNN

THE GARDA Ombudsman is to ask the Garda Commissioner to investigate a complaint about the handling of a previous Garda investigation into the misallocation of 3,000 votes during the European Parliament election count in Castlebar last June.

The Garda Ombudsman has upheld, in part, a complaint by former North West Independent candidate Fiachra Ó Luain.

Mr Ó Luain has claimed that a Garda investigation of a complaint he made on June 7th was inadequate. He has also alleged the garda involved in the investigation forwarded an inadequate file on the matter to the Director of Public Prosecutions.

Mr Ó Luain made a formal complaint to gardaí about the misallocation of ballots during the counting of European election votes in Castlebar last June. At the time, Libertas candidate Declan Ganley requested a recheck, during which it was discovered that Mr Ganley had been credited with 3,000 of Mr Ó Luain’s first preference votes in error.

In his letter of complaint to the Garda Ombudsman, Mr Ó Luain claimed that a named garda “completed an inadequate investigation, declining to interview various witnesses, and that he forwarded an inadequate file to the DPP”.

This part of Mr Ó Luain’s complaint is what will now be investigated by the Garda Commissioner.

The ombudsman’s office has now confirmed to Mr Ó Luain: “The Garda Ombudsman has considered the allegations of misbehaviour made in your complaint and has determined that your complaint is part admissible.”

The ombudsman has also informed Mr Ó Luain that depending on the result of the investigation, disciplinary proceedings may be taken. He can also have the matter reviewed by the ombudsman if he is not satisfied with that investigation.

Mr Ó Luain said he welcomed the ombudsman’s review of his complaint. “Like any citizen I would like to think that the law is on my side; however, since June, I have felt that certain gardaí as well as the Minister for the Environment, Heritage and Local Government, John Gormley, have been determined to do as little as possible, despite my repeated requests for full investigations.

“Although I feel a sense of cautious optimism, relief and vindication by this Garda Ombudsman decision, I am still baffled that those in Government and the opposition have not made more of an issue of this. A source within Leinster House told me that it is because I am an Independent that so little is being done about this misallocation. What does this tell us about the integrity of our elected representatives and the electoral process?” he asked.

Monday, November 30, 2009

"BAN INTOLERANCE!" - THE SWISS GO CUCKOO FASCIST

Sweet mother of divine fuck, there I was all happy to grant the Xmas Amnesty but THEY keep on attacking.
Now it's the fucking Swiss. Yodelo Yodelo Yodelo- Behold a Purple Moo Cow.
There's holes in the cheese cos what have this wonderful "fence" nation done now?
Something that now even Bush would have thought of; they have banned minarets.
Sensible move, perfect sniper nest. But, hang on, that's Iraq.
The only projectiles you are likely to face in Switzerland are cuckoos shooting out at you.
So why ban minarets?
The poor downtrodden Muslim underclass are using them to plunge to their deaths?
No, the Swiss are banning them because Islam is "intolerant"
BAN INTOLERANCE.
CU-FUCKINING-KOO.