Multiculturalism

Dr. Frank Ellis recently made a point concerning the failure of our politicians, and I expand this to include English, Welsh, Scottish and Irish politicians, North and South (was it Ian Paisley who announced “better a Kenyan than a Fenian”), who have let us down by allowing unfettered immigration into our homelands in the last four decades. And more specifically discuss the question, how are we going to rescue ourselves from the curse of multiculturalism?

What is so wrong with our culture that we need to adopt other alien cultures? Our Anglo/Celtic culture gave us great literature and prose from the likes of Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton and Joyce, great scientists and inventors like Newton, Faraday, Kelvin, Boyle and Watt, and great leaders like Wellington, Nelson and Churchill. Our culture also gave the world such modern wonders as the steam engine, railways, steam turbine, gas turbine (jet engine), jet aircraft, telephone, television, computers, penicillin, IVF and many many other benefits too numerous to mention. It also added greatly to the concept of democracy and freedom of speech which is now under threat from the politically correct brigade.

The list is endless and I defy anybody to produce a similar list from any of the cultures that have and are being imposed upon the indigenous Britons. Arab culture did once produce great science and literature but has not been so prolific since adopting its medieval religious/political system 1400 years ago. African culture has produced little, if anything, that can be said to be of value. I suppose that we can grant India the dubious honour of having expanded our cuisine to include chicken tikka masala. I note that my spell-check rejects the words tikka and masala.

I cannot understand what gain can be expected from the cultures of immigrant societies that come from failed or failing states, non democratic states, states led by dictatorships, brutal or benign and states which discriminate against women and homosexuals and other unfortunates. Surely all of these societies are a result of the culture of the society from which it is spawned. Do we really want to absorb such cultures into ours? Will these cultures not take us back to a medieval past we have thankfully left behind us a long time ago?

Evil Social Workers

Leaning over the hospital incubator, Tara Norman smiled proudly down at her tiny newborn twins and whispered: ‘You should see what you have done to your Mummy’s body.’ That statement resulted in two babies being taken away from their natural mother and into foster care.
In Britain social workers act rapidly to remove children from normal decent parents on the basis of minor or even imaginary infractions, while turning a blind eye to gross child abuse by the underclass.
The evil is neither negligent nor random. It follows the pattern expected from the leftist-oriented faculties of sociology in second rate universities from where most social workers graduate. There they undergo indoctrination, whilst spending most of their study time protesting on the streets of British cities, and learn that the middle (working) class is the enemy and the underclass is to be seen as virtuous, before going on to social work.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1372497/Home-The-twins-snatched-state.html

Tall stories from 20 Squadron.

When 20 Squadron first deployed to Singapore in 1961 it needed to become operational quickly, therefore all pilots posted to the squadron were 2nd tour pilots. Once the squadron was well established and with increasing operational demands and increased aircraft establishment (we eventually had 19 aircraft), we started accepting 1st tour pilots. These newly trained pilots, coming direct from the training units, were a little green about the gills and therefore presented an ideal opportunity for the old hands to play some devious tricks on them.
The picture will give you some idea of how young jocks behave.

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Although these devious tricks occurred whilst I served on 20 Squadron, I was not directly involved myself. I give them to you as they were told to me and as best my memory serves. All these were set ups and the rookie pilots were unaware of this. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Story 1
One of these new pilots was taken into the CO’s office, where one of the jocks, dressed in the COs KD, began to interview the rookie jock in a slapdash and gormless manner. On the CO’s wall was a large map of the Malay Peninsula to which he turned so as to point out the squadron’s home base at Tengah and other prominent landmarks such as the nearby Indonesian border (with whom we were at war with at the time) and which would be important for an operational jock to be aware of. But instead of showing a knowledgeable image to the newcomer, the CO began to look all over the map trying to find Singapore on which RAF Tengah was based, he hesitated and fumbled and could not locate Tengah or even the Indonesian border. Finally giving up on the exercise, the CO terminated the interview and instructed the new jock to find these things out for himself.
Story 2
Taken into the jock’s crew room, a rookie pilot was introduced to a slovenly, unshaven and somewhat inebriated looking Sergeant pilot (he’d borrowed the line chiefs KD tunic for this). At that moment a flight commander entered the crew room and loudly demanded of the Sergeant pilot why he was not dressed in his flying gear. To this the Sergeant responded with a stream of invective which included an instruction to the flight commander to go f#ck himself. The flight commander takes all this pretty calmly and apologised profusely to the Sergeant for being so abrupt with him in the first place, but would he kindly do him a favour and get ready for his flight. With a stroppy leer on his face the Sergeant pilot gets into his flying kit, staggers out to the flight line, climbs up the ladder, slipping off a couple of times before he succeeds, and into the cockpit of one of the aircraft, starts the engine, taxies out (badly) and takes off.
Story 3
On his first day on the squadron a new rookie pilot is taken into the squadron operations room. In the ops room was a radio through which the squadron ops officer could communicate with pilots when flying. Whilst the rookie pilot was present, the following conversation, took place between the ops officer and a pilot flying on a sortie. This was a set up but this was unknown to the rookie.
Pilot, “I am having engine difficulties and it may flame out at any moment.” He therefore requested ops to “send out the air-sea rescue launch and helicopters in case I have to eject. Over.”
Ops officer, “It is lunch time now old boy and I don’t think it would be right to disturb the rescue crews whilst they were eating so you will have to wait until they finish eating. Over.”
Pilot, “the engine had now flamed out. Please advise what I should do now. Over.”
Ops officer, “Sorry old chap but I’m afraid there’s noting we can do for you now but wish you the best of luck and to tell you that it has been nice working with you. I suggest that you eject. Goodbye and good luck. Out”
Story 4
One of our flight commanders dressed himself up in a padre’s uniform, whilst one of other pilots who was not only small but also looked very young and boyish, dressed himself up as a school boy and acted as the padre’s son.
The newly arrived rookie pilot was introduced to the “padre” and his “son”. While the rookie was present in the crew-room the padre’s son asked the flight commander if could have a flight. The answer was no. Begging and pleading by the son, with the support of the padre, soon produced a positive response. The son then gets dressed in flying gear, exits the crewroom and proceeds to climb into a single seat Hunter, starts up and taxies out. The padre remarked to the rookie that "there’s no limit to what a father must do for a son."

Story of a duck

The photo is 20 squadron celebrating their 50th anniversary in Singapore in 1965. The duck which was named Sierra, is circled in red and was the squadron mascot. He was bought, together with his mate Tango, as day old ducks late one night down Bugis Street, by an inebriated airman and released the next morning in the squadron operating area. They never lacked for anything to eat or drink as there were dozens of erks around to feed and water them.

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Their names were derived from the two T7 Hunters which we had and whose squadron codes were S(ierra) and T(ango). If you look closely you will see both T7s parked at the end of the line.

They soon grew accustomed to the sound of loud jet engines as the aircraft taxied in and out of their hardstandings. Occasionally they would take to the air if caught in the jet blast of a taxiing Hunter, but it never seemed to do them any harm, they were birds after all.

When the squadron went on detachment, a Beverly (large transport aircraft) would come in to pick up both us and the ground servicing equipment. Needless to say, Sierra and Tango were also loaded on board. On arrival at the detachment airbase they would be released in the new squadron operating area and they took to it like the proverbial duck takes to water.

In the evenings after flying had finished for the day, the chaps would usually retire to the NAFFI for beers. And of course we were accompanied by Sierra and Tango. It wasn't long before the ducks were invited to join us on the table and there to my great shame I corrupted both birds into the habit of drinking Tiger beer. You’ve not seen anything until you have seen two drunken ducks.

All efforts to convince our pilots to take one of the birds up in a Hunter so it could fly through the sound barrier met with a resounding NO.

We did have a tortoise which was taken into the air in a Hunter and exceeded the  speed of sound. Making it possibly the fastest tortoise in the world.

The ducks were still wandering around the squadron when I finished my tour and returned to old Blighty. A couple of years later the UK pulled back from east of Suez, which meant the disbandment of the squadron, but I never found out what happened the two ducks after that.

The Great War, the last time Ireland fought to defend Europe

There have been many occasions throughout history when Irishmen joined foreign armies to fight and die to protect the freedom of countries in Europe, and the last time this happened was in August 1914 when the Great War started. (If the truth be known these boys, some as young as 15, joined mainly for excitement and adventure and to get away from poverty stricken Ireland.)

Ireland was neutral during the Second World as it has been in all wars since then. That of course did not stop young Irishmen joining the armies who were fighting. I doubt there has been any major conflict since the Great War where Irishmen did not die. The number of gallantry honours they won are proof of their amazing courage.

In the opening days of the Great War, the Germans swiftly advanced through neutral Belgium and were threatening Paris. Redmond, the leader of the Irish Parliamentary Party, who with the support of the Catholic Church in Ireland under the slogan "save Catholic Belgium", called upon the Irish Volunteers to enlist in existing Irish regiments of the British army, in support of the Allied war effort.

The sad thing is that whilst there are a number of War Memorials in Belgium and France, honouring those Irishmen who fell in battle, there are no memorials, in any town in Ireland, honouring the Irish dead to my knowledge, except for the controversial Irish National War Memorial Gardens in Dublin. This memorial commemorates Irishmen who died fighting in the armies of Australian, Canadian, New Zealand, South African, United Kingdom and the United States.

It's a well known joke throughout the armed forces of the world "Irishmen don't care who they fight as long as they fight."

The Duke of Wellington (himself an Irishman) on the eve of the Battle of Waterloo, when asked what he thought of his Irish regiments, replied, "I don't know what effect these men will have on the enemy, but by God, they terrify me."

Strange as it may seem but there is still an Irish Regiment in the South African army. Although it's unlikely that there are any Irishmen or of Irish descent serving in its ranks. I imagine it would now be mainly African manned and wonder if they still wear the shamrock and harp insignia and if the regimental commander still marches on to parade with a shillelagh. (spelling?)

An African American's View On Africa

Warning!

Not suitable viewing by the politically correct and non-recovered liberals.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

To see and hear an African American's views on Africa, Africans and Nelson Mandela, click on the following link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17m8OnHC7dQ&feature=player_embedded

The latest on multiculturalism

European leaders have made the following statements in recent months.

Angela Merkel German Chancellor says “Multiculturalism has totally failed.”
David Cameron British Prime Minister says “State multiculturalism has had disastrous results.”
Nicolas Sarkozy French President stated when asked if multiculturalism was a failure in France replied “My answer is clearly yes, it is a failure.”
Jose Maria Aznar Ex-Prime Minister of Spain has declared multiculturalism a failure in his country.
Silvio Berlusconi Italian Prime Minister does not have the time to make a remark. Nicole Minetti refused to comment unless she was paid more money.

Am I missing something?