Just another mindless, fucking Nazi in his CCTV Panopticon

Recently I have been focusing on the British Secret State and its attendant Police State as well as the manner in which the Blair/Brown junta is busily denying Brits their right to enjoy European civil rights protection.

The sad truth is that none of this could have happened without the silent consent of the British people. And in that sense the old adage, "People get the governments they deserve," remains very true. There is a strong authoritarian streak amongst those who rule Britain. This has existed for centuries. Some say it was imposed on Anglo-Saxon culture by the caste-ridden Normans who conquered Britain almost a thousand years ago.

That same authoritarian racism must, inevitably, have been stamped indelibly on the British psyche and lies there smoldering, flaring up as arrogance, xenophobia, racism and a general resentment of all things foreign. Of course, their rulers know and share these sentiments and put them to good use in order to exercise even greater control over the masses.

I came across an example of it today.

Firenzo is an East European gipsy immigrant who, most days, can be seen outside the local supermarket selling copies of The Big Issue, a magazine published especially for the homeless to sell and to make a little money from. He doesn't sell many but still he stands there in his padded jacket, braving the bleak winter winds, a smile on his face, shivering.

He's a long way away from his beloved homeland, an economic migrant trying to eke a living in this hostile society in order that he can send a little of his earnings back to the family he left behind. Homeless, he lives illegally in a derelict building, hoping the Police don't know or are turning a blind eye.

He's a friendly guy and always says hello.

"Ça va bien, mon ami?" he says in French, which he speaks more of than English.

"Ah, le temps, il fait si froid. Il est chié!" I reply in a bad temper.

"Oh, ce n'est pas trop mauvais," he replies cheerfully.

People like Firenzo. They stop and chat with him before going into the supermarket. He's become part of the local scene. Even the Municipal Council is including him in their latest tourist brochure.

Walking towards the supermarket today, I saw him at his usual post outside the entrance chatting with someone. All of a sudden a man with an English accent shouts at him.

"People like you should be digging trenches, doing hard labour twenty-four-seven, that's what you should be doing!" he screams, his face distorted with hate.

Firenzo looked on in astonishment taking the brunt of this attack quite calmly but with an expression of incredulity.

I stepped in, pointing at his assailant and shouting back, "It's fucking Nazis like you that're turning this country into a fascist state!"

"Who me?" he replied, wide-eyed with disbelief that suddenly it was he who was under attack.

"Yes you, you fucking Nazi!" I replied, and to underline the point shouted in German, "Scheisskoepf!" at a rapidly receding figure who, seeking refuge in his car, drove off still screaming abuse at us. Returning the compliment, I gave him the finger.

Poor Firenzo shook my hand and thanked me. I bought a copy of his magazine, commiserated with him and went in to do my shopping. When I came out he was gone, probably afraid that the incident would attract the attention of the Police who would then move him on. His intuition was correct. Five minutes later a Police van drove past slowly.

A few minutes later I saw him walk past waving. I returned the wave with a clenched fist sign of solidarity. For I too have known what it is to be homeless and on the street. But much worse, like Firenzo I too have experienced the brunt of mindless prejudice and racism from cowards no different to that hate-filled man.

So sad, when I think about it, that narrow-minded bigots such as he, choosing scapegoats and racial stereotypes against which to spill all his pent-up anger and resentment, through such misdirected rage only play into the waiting hands of cynical and opportunist politicians who calculatedly play the race card and flirt with the prejudices of the gutter for their own personal gain. Something which in Britain both Nu Labour and Tory are doing alike with no heed of the consequences.

It is on those politicians our bigot should be offloading his toxic waste, not on ordinary, fellow humans. But of course, he can't because they're well out of his range, well-protected in their bubble of unreality, protected from the hoi-polloi by body-guards, who drive around in armour-plated cars.

Britain's chickenhawk dictators, leaders of a new managerial aristocracy who live in gated, secure communities, separated from an increasingly impoverished underclass by both invisible economic walls as well as CCTV cameras.

This bigot will continue voting for the chickenhawk dictators who kill millions of innocents in his name. Not that he cares a damn. To him they're just "Dirty Arab Terrorists." He will continue to blame all his troubles on the closest available victim. He will whinge and complain and do nothing to challenge the real cause of his unhappiness, the Police State around him. And in his narrow-minded, nasty little way he will, as he always has, keep helping to build that open prison.

He's just a mindless, fucking Nazi who's turned this country into a CCTV Panopticon.

Secret State-terrorism Rules, OK?

The recent attack by the fascist, Scottish Judge, Lord (Colin Sutherland) Carloway (picture above), on the lawyer, Aamer Anwar, was not only an expression, on the former's part, of a redcoat arrogance but must be seen as a calculated attack on the Scottish judiciary itself.

The entire Thought Crime Trial against the Scots-born Mohammed Siddique smacks, from beginning to end, of having been instigated by the secret services under the cover of the State. The message is clearly meant to terrorise the British Muslim community into fear and subservience. It is a notable fact that whereas Muslims of colour are being punished thus, whites convicted of similar offences are being treated leniently.

British law, on either side of the border, remains institutionally racist and apparently above any criticism. For if it is the Law then it goes to say, does it not, that the manner in which it is practised must be, without question, right and proper?

Well, certainly in the pompous minds of those such as the stern-faced Colin Sutherland who would have Scotland remain under the iron heel of the terrorism of its ruling elite, his very name evoking the infamous Duke of Sutherland of the Highland Clearances.

Very relevant to the encroaching police state in Britain are a collection of essays, Writing by Candlelight, by the late radical historian, Edward Thompson. Published nearly thirty years ago, Thompson describes how the current police state developed over successive Labour and Tory governments. And significantly how a police state can only grow through the previous existence of a secret state (a state within a state answerable to no one but itself).


Edward Thompson

After all these years and having purchased another copy of Thompson's essays for just one penny from Amazon (40-odd copies left) I am re-reading them with care in order to comment in the hope that readers not familiar with Thompson may see for themselves how Britain's very own brand of fascism has been so long in the making.

Of course, it can be taken much, much further back, at least into Victorian times. The British ruling classes have always possessed a ruthlessness, particularly against its subject races, of the type that later became associated with Hitler. But in the real world it is more likely that Hitler copied the cruelty of British imperialists!

Thus Thompson:

we are now approaching a point of crisis [1980] in which not fascism but a peculiarly British form of authoritarianism, working behind the back of of the democratic process, is now bringing national life within its general closure ... Britain, as we enter the 1980s, has the most reactionary government in Western Europe, which is simultaneously attacking the livelihood and democratic rights of its own people, and accepting, with bellicose subservience, a client role for the state as a station of NATO. In compensation for the abject collapse of traditional British influence and power, Mrs Thatcher is repeating history as a farce, and attempting to mimic (before bored auditoriums) Churchill's post-war role as the leading ideologist of Cold War in the Western world.

Writing by Candlelight, Introduction, p. ix

Now, anyone who has a memory of the old British colonies will know exactly what Thompson means by "a peculiarly British form of authoritarianism" because that's how they were ruled until bankruptcy required them all to be ditched. But authoritarianism didn't just disappear. It returned home to roost in what's now left of the dysfunctional, motley entity still jokingly referred-to as the United Kingdom. The empty ideology of Empire was replaced by an equally fake Cold War propaganda and that, in turn, by the nonsense of the 'War on Terror', a straight import with the former from Washington, DC.

Faced with suddenly having to replace a brainwashing of plebs with Hollywood lies about a Red Menace &c, the British secret state, along with its US counterpart, had to find a replacement to justify its ongoing imperialist ravaging of the Planet. Enter the 'War on Terror' which it promoted simultaneously in both the UK and the US as well as the other Anglo-Saxon countries. Such a promotion simply side-stepped parliaments and was taken-up by a few political figure-heads, such as Bush, Blair, Aznar and Howard, who were fed in turn by their secret services.

About which Thompson observed:

The inter-operation of and exchange of information, intercepts, etc., between British and US security services (CIA, NSA, etc.) is total: ... 'anything and everything would be possible if it was considered necessary to protect the Anglo-American joint Intelligence arrangement.'

ibid, p. 118

And not only did the spooks, in their incestuous, pan-Atlantic relationship, cooperate totally with each other, they both fed and controlled politicians through constant threats of blackmail and political destabilisation. Thompson mentions Harold Wilson's sudden decision to step-down from the premiership as an example of this, quoting Chapman Pincher, "that Sir Harold Wilson said, last year, that MI5 'plotted against him, tried to secure his downfall'," (ibid, p. 121)

Arguing the desperate need for a parliamentary inquiry into the danger coming from MI5 and MI6, Thompson goes on to say, "But the unpleasant truth is that this inquiry cannot and will not be made." (ibid, p. 120)

It is becoming evident that the reason why the Prime Minister, the Government, the Parliamentary Labour Party, and the House of Commons, will do nothing whatsoever about the situation is that they lie under a state of blackmail to the security services.

I know of no historical precedent for this ...

ibid, p. 121

Now, think about this: a rumour has long been circulating that Tony Blair's unquestioning support for George Bush's illegal attack and occupation of Iraq came as a direct result of pressure put on him by the secret services. Pressure of blackmail that would have destroyed his political career.

We already have it from ex-spook, David Shayler, that he was assured by one of his MI5 colleagues they had a dossier on Blair (and many others no doubt, including Brown). So, knowing that the CIA and its British counterparts work so closely together, nothing could have been easier for Bush's rogue cabal to have ensured that he, Blair, stayed in line. And this despite all the more recent talk of Bush not having pressured Blair to support his murderous war.

The conclusion is clear: Britain, from what Thompson warned us of thirty years ago, is run by a secret-state that manipulates elected politicians like rag-dolls. And it is that secret-state that pressured the rag-dolls to legislate away all our hard-won freedoms to replace them with the police state which has come to be.

Meantime, the secret services in Britain continue their totalitarian agenda without any question or challenge from the Mother of Parliaments itself.

In a very real sense, the symbol of the state in the form of the Parliament, has not only lost all legitimacy, sitting in splendid isolation in its Victorian Gothic pile, which just like the government, masquerades as something it’s not, it has also relinquished whatever power it had over the functioning of the state to Blair’s vampires who are in reality ‘asset-stripping’ public resources under the guise of ‘efficiency’ and ‘reorganisation’.

Sooner or later people are going to wise up to what ‘Blatcherism’ has done, the question is, will we have a voice and the means to turn the tide?

William Bowles, Democracy Inaction

How the Mighty have Fallen!

Yet Blair's coup against British parliamentary democracy did not arise from thin air. It followed similar coups by Thatcher and, before that, through concerted attacks against democracy by the secret state and its services in MI5 which, no doubt, were following directives given the CIA by Washington, DC. That must never be forgotten and it's why books like Thompson's must be read and re-read.

For without the Secret State, neither Blair nor his successor Brown, or the Redcoat Judge, Carloway, could get away with the terrorist crimes they continue to perpetrate against the people of Britain.

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Addendum: And by a remarkable coincidence this article is published on the very day that the BBC News 24 programme gave MI5 and MI6 a free recruitment ad in its 9AM News. I forgot to mention, of course, that the BBC plays a significant role in Britain's secret state.

WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED!

Now go here to WeWillNotBeSilenced.Com and be inspired!

This is what the Internet is for!

A Bad Day for Bennelong's Baboon-Lookalike

The champagne corks will be popping in Kangaroo Valley in London tonight. And it's a good day for the rest of us as well because, finally, the Ozzies got to kick out the baboon-like fascist thug, John Howard, described by OpEd as "Bush's rectal appendage" in a humiliating electoral defeat.

Howard always reminded me of one of those classical, idiot Ozzie archetypes straight out of the Edna Everage Show. The kind that any Ozzie would squirm with embarrassment over. And it was this utter shitbag, to continue in the antipodean vernacular, who was responsible for the killings of thousands of innocent Iraqis and who shoved Australia up a place in Bush where the Sun don't shine.

He also turned Australia into a police state as have his partners-in-crime, Tony Blair and Gordon 'The Toad' Brown, Britain. The arrogant Toad knows his come-uppance is still delayable.

But for how much longer?

In the classic manner of all robber barons, Brown has so overstretched the capabilities of the British military that it is no longer viable as a fighting-machine. While social spending has been severely cut back, military expenditure spirals. Imperialist, warmongering Britain comes only second to the USA in military expenditure and leaves the rest of Europe behind.

What a sad epitaph for Britain's End-of-the-Empire-Show!

The baboon Howard even lost his own parliamentary seat, keeping him out of the Australian parliament altogether. Let's hope The Toad is given the same treatment in Britain's next elections. For the only place he belongs is behind bars along with serial-killer, Blair.

A Rebellion has now Arisen Over the Land

It is by no accident that I have invoked the Mother-of-all-Jihads against the would-be dictator Brown and his ruling junta of ministers. There is a rebellion that is burning over the land. A rebellion fed by an anger that has been building over the last six years since that other traitor and war-criminal, Tony Blair, dragged a reluctant people into the killing-fields of Afghanistan and Iraq.

This revolt is now so widespread that it can no longer be dismissed or ignored by either the British state or its servile mainstream media (MSM). And it is coming from every sector of British society, from both its establishment and from the streets and market-places. On the one hand, we see it emanate from hoary old Peers in the House of Lords complaining of the shameless irresponsibility of a Premier who sends ill-equipped soldiers to fight and die in Washington's imperialist wars. And on the other we see it in the total disaffection of Joe Public with the two-party dictatorship and oppressive State apparat that rules over him.

The rebellion that burns today will, I forecast, sooner or later turn into some sort of popular velvet revolution. I can predict that with certainty because, as with all revolutions, it is the growing dissatisfaction and unrest provoked by the oppressive and disastrous follies of the State itself that is bringing this about.

When the Berlin Wall finally fell in late 1989 I was in Lübeck, Germany, visiting an old relative. I remember telling him then that once the old regimes of Eastern Europe fell that, sooner or later, their demise would be reflected in a similar collapse of their mirror-images in the West. For despite all the empty talk about 'democracy', blah, blah, western governments are themselves carefully-contrived dictatorships of one sort or another. There is no true freedom of expression. Dare to express your political views too loudly and you're guaranteed to get a visit from the Men-in-Black. Or worse, especially if you're a brown-skinned Muslim in Britain's racist, police state.

It happened to me in Edinburgh ten years ago just before the first elections to the Scottish Parliament. At the time people were being actively encouraged to take a real political interest and to put themselves forward as candidates for the new Parliament. Having played a very active role, to say the least, in Highland politics in the 'nineties I decided to have a go. Being an anarchist by nature, I formed my own political party calling it Rainbow Alliance Alba (or RAA). The idea of RAA was to form a rainbow alliance of people of all political hues in order to create a true, peoples' party.

Having entered RAA onto the electoral list, I printed out some leaflets and distributed them around Edinburgh and Glasgow. From the RAA leaflet it was clear that my sentiments were unashamedly anti-capitalist and against its wage slavery.

Two weeks later I received a knock on the door and two plain-clothes cops from ostensibly the CID (Special Branch more likely) insisted on entering my home and questioning me about RAA. Very polite they were but still extremely curious about my reasons for standing for the Scottish Parliament. In the event, I assured them it had all come to nothing and that RAA had died a quiet death in the backstreets of Portobello. They went away.

So much for free-speech in Britain.

In the real world, Britain is a parliamentary dictatorship where each citizen is heavily but discreetly surveilled and where no one is very far from the midnight knock on the door. Not even the slightest attempt at political dissent goes unnoticed or is not investigated by an inquisitive State. If you are an Asian, a person of colour, or God forbid, a Muslim, then you're really asking for trouble. So the rule is just keep your mouth shut, don't attract attention to yourself and go quietly about your daily business.

No one seriously believes all that nonsense about democracy anymore. A cynical public is only too aware that that was all ideological crap that was forced down our throats, along with Thatcher's notorious reds-under-the-bed, to keep us standing to attention and in line during the days of the West's Cold War against China and the Soviet Union. Since then not only have all ideas of democracy been ditched but so have any remaining thoughts of individual freedom. The State rules over all.

And that brings me back to the present rebellion and the coming Revolution. Because this will not be led by a Marxist-Trotskyist elite or British Left that is no more capable of organising a revolution than a common piss-up in a brewery. Nor will it be led by some precious liberal-minded pseuds or a foppish and mercenary literati from the intellectual salons of the Internet, although no doubt they will all attach themselves like limpets to anything that might get going.

It will be fuelled, if anything, by a libertarian Right who, in their eyes, see that an Englishman's home is no longer his castle and that a 'Marxist State' (sic) has now encroached upon all that is sacred to the British way of life. And joining them will be the surly middle-classes who see their pensions being eroded and their privileges being taken away. To these can be added the raggle-taggle Left as well as the economically and socially marginalized sectors of the population, all threatened by the encroaching dictatorship of the Brown junta and its farcical ID cards.

Sadly, the Muslim population of Britain --the real canary-in-the-cage when it comes to Britain's encroaching police state-- will, with a few notable exceptions, continue to play the role of a passive victim no different to that of a Pakistani or Bangladeshi waiter abused and attacked by a bunch of racist thugs on a late-night binge. The British State's highly-politicized, racist judiciary will continue to hand out impossibly harsh sentences to brown-skinned 'terrorists' in a manner which would have put their Victorian counterparts to shame. And in Scotland, Lord Carloway and Butcher Cumberland's Red-coats still rule, OK?

The rebellion and the slow revolution-in-the-making will come from precisely the same place where Eastern European uprisings originated. It will have nothing to do with ideological dogmas or Marxist dialectics. It will arise from a common disaffection that people all around the Planet harbour against the encroaching oppression of the State in people's private affairs. Something that already unites conservative and right-wing libertarians with liberal-minded democrats, Christian evangelists, anarchists, armchair Lefties and yer average bloke dahn-the-marketplace.

It will be from that unlikely and unexpected quarter that our dictators will find themselves hauled away by the tumbrils whence, indeed, heads shall roll. For Both Brown and Bush are really now in the very same place that the failing Romanian tyrant, Ceausescu, once found himself.

Up against the Wall.