Where to begin, this week, as the world inches towards destruction?
O.K. Lets go with matters domestic. Birmingham, to be specific. Birmingham has always had a problematic police force. Take a moment to remember the Birmingham Six, with mr ishmael:
It's the logic of Ruin.
The Birmingham 'pub bombings were truly cowardly; the IRA deliberately targeted young civilians, killing and maiming scores of them and the West Midlands cops - scum, even by police standards - framed the first six paddies they got their hands on. Lord Denning-Slag, among others, crushed their first appeal on the basis that it didn't matter if the police had lied, it simply would not be good for public order, public confidence, if he upheld the overwhelming evidence that they had lied their arses off. Best in the world, envy of the world, British justice.
Nasty little shit, Craig Guildford, has controversially been allowed to resign, departing without an apology for recommending that Maccabi fans should be banned instead of policed, or to the Jewish community for saying the force had consulted them when it had not. Nor for accepting without question or verification an A.I. hallucination about the behaviour of Maccabi football fans at a match that didn't happen. Nor for consulting the notorious Green Lane Mosque, asking them what to do. West Midlands Police and Crime Commissioner Simon Foster, the person with the power to dismiss Guildford, said Guildford had "acted with honour and in the best interests of West Midlands Police". There's those saying Foster himself should now be sacked after his failure to sack Guildford: The Campaign Against Antisemitism called for Simon Foster to resign over his "pitiful" failure to sack the chief constable. Instead of thanking his god, fasting, for being allowed to hang onto his pension, the shit, Guildford, blamed the "political and media frenzy" around his position, which he said had become "detrimental" to the work of his officers and staff. So, nothing to see here, move on.
After blaming the press for his defenestration, rather than accepting that his outrageous lies and racism caused his disgrace, the massive arse Guildford is now consulting lawyers about the possibility of suing for constructive dismissal in a bid for a six-figure payout, potentially worth more than £600,000, as the Daily Mail revealed. Sources close to Mr Guildford said ‘constructive dismissal is on his mind’, and he is seeking a ‘significant payout’ as he had almost three years left on his contract worth a total of £288,700 a year. However, the Independent Office for Police Conduct (IOPC) suggested that Guildford will face a misconduct investigation, having scrutinised the report by Chief Inspector of Constabulary Sir Andy Cooke, which detailed how evidence was fabricated and exaggerated by police to justify a ban on Israeli fans attending the Aston Villa v Maccabi Tel Aviv game in Birmingham in November last year.
Now, why would the shit, Guildford, have done such an outrageous thing, decades after the WMPS supposedly cleaned up its act, supposedly stopped lying and stopped planting evidence? Could it have something to do with this gentleman?
Ayoub Khan, independent MP for Birmingham Perry Barr, criticised Mr Guildford’s retirement, saying it was ‘one of the greatest injustices of our time’ that a chief constable was ‘sacrificed not for failure, but for doing his duty’. He said too many people, particularly MPs, were using the affair to stir up division and further attack Muslim communities in the city and paint them as universally 'antisemitic', when the ban was predicated on 'public safety grounds'.
Why was it that Craig Guildford prioritised the muslim position? Could the fact that he owed his job to Birmingham muslims explain his deference to muslim hatred of Jews? The former chief executive of Green Lane Mosque, Kamran Hussain, was part of the team that assessed Craig Guildford before he was made Chief of West Midlands Police three years ago. Since which time, it seems that Guildford's decisions have been in line with muslim sensibilities. Before banning Maccabi supporters from attending a Europa League match against Aston Villa, the force consulted the mosque, which is based around four miles away from Villa Park Stadium.
Green Lane Mosque is a controversial establishment - in 2023 an investigation by the Mail on Sunday found that the Green Lane Mosque gave a platform to imams giving sermons on how to stone a woman 'correctly' for adultery and delivering speeches that appeared to incite murder of members of the LGBT+ community.
During a sermon at Green Lane mosque in December, preacher Aqeel Mahmood made misogynistic comments and said men can physically punish their wives as a 'last resort' if they disobey - he advised men to physically discipline their wives as a 'last resort' if they were rebellious, saying that men have 'a level of authority over the woman'. The punishment should not result in pain, injury or fear, (how do you do that? "Here, dear, don't be frightened, thank me for hitting you, and look what you made me do. Again.") Mahmood then said that it is 'common sense' that wives should not leave their children in the care of others to carry out errands such as shopping and that women should never leave the house without the permission of their husbands unless it is a life and death situation.
In addition to inciting men to commit Actual Bodily Harm on their wives, in early 2025, Green Lane Mosque published videos on its YouTube site of sermons given by Mahamed AbdurRazaq - a preacher who, in 2024 said men are 'allowed to hit' their wives if they refuse sex. Basically, an incitement to rape.
There really is something seriously wrong with these blokes, and why West Midlands Police are pandering to them is a mystery. As is why they are not prosecuted for incitement to assault and rape. Then marched vigorously down the cells as a way of letting them know, without inflicting pain, injury or fear, that we don't do that sort of thing in this country. Clearly, the fuss about the Pakistani Muslim rape gangs has just sailed way over their pointy little heads.
A spokesperson for Campaign Against Antisemitism said: 'The fact that West Midlands Police thought this was a reputable organisation to get an informed opinion from is just embarrassing. With these allegations of abhorrent comments made by its guest speakers, this mosque's track record should have had alarm bells ringing. West Midlands Police should have followed the intelligence without fear or favour. It clearly told them that the threat came not from Israeli or Jewish fans, but from thugs and Islamists in their local community who planned to attack them."
Khizra Bano, a former British police officer, who called Craig Guildford a 'massive arse' and accused him of bullying, has said she warned West Midlands Police against taking him back when he previously retired in a dodge to preserve his pension. She also claims she was warned of being 'caught in the crossfire' after she supported the case of Rebecca Kalam against the force - a claim they deny. Firearms officer Kalam successfully sued the force for harassment, sex discrimination and victimisation and won a record £820,000 payout in January 2024.
During a meeting Bano attended to support a colleague who had been called into Guildford's office, Bano claims Guildford employed 'bullying behavior' by being belligerent and hostile and repeatedly asking if she was 'actually a police officer.' Bano said: 'He said that nobody had ever spoken to him like this before and I said, 'Maybe they should have and you wouldn't be such a massive arse'.
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In other matters domestic, we had the hilarious spectacle of Nadhim Zahawi being welcomed into Reform, only to have his thunder stolen by the outrageous self-publicist, Jenrick. As Kemi said, Farage is welcome to him - gosh, I do like her. It leads me into a piece by the young Polish plumber, stanislav, on politics, politicians, Birmingham and Muslims. Welcome back, stanislav:
Only proper thing should happen of course is that house of commons bastards should all go in Wormwood fucking Scrub for good few years and no conjugal visit have off visiting taxpayer-funded rentboys, or special advisers, as is known. And no cocaine smuggle in from Mayor's office. Anything else is bollocks. Election is bollocks. Bunch of thieving, incompetent degenerates running around the fucking country shaking hand and slobbering poxed-up slobber all over innocent citizen and child and spreading warts, like Mr Simon Straight of shiteating party, saying Vote for Me, No fuck off, Vote for Me when is all fucking rotten, criminal, babykilling, monster and fuckpig, cutpursing, malevolent blackguard, crawl out from underneath Satan foreskin and up against wall, motherfuckers, should be.
Today, stanislav takes temperature in Birmingham, used to be workshop of Empire and manufacture every fucking thing, from tiny little needle to big fuck-off Howitzer and Spitfire and lorry and van and car and see how Brummy will vote, now whole fucking place just poxy shopping centre is, Selfridges ugly building and Merry Hell Centre in Duddl-eye .
But Brummy probably not vote will because is now unemployed lazy useless bastard and can only get out of bed on giro day, and can't arsed be to vote and no point is anyway, although Brummy not as bad is, obviously, as Jock, ginger, mutant, cross-dressing, wife-beating, child molesting bastard out from mind on tonic wine, cheap smack and tomazepam has gone, lying in fucking gutter in vomitstained shellsuit and tattoo on forehead saying JUCK and never day's decent work has done or even can read and fucking write, only to scribble "please fuck my arse, the noo" down on public toilet wall, "for fifty pee, discount for parties, arranged can be, d'ye ken. Nae English."
Is not Glasgow or anything but fucking shithole is anyway, Birmingham, these days, and good for fuck all, now, just like all of not very Great Britain, after brilliance of KneePads Party of cocksucker governments and fuckpig billionaire cheeky bastard shopkeeper of M and fucking S and B and fucking Q - or leaders of business as they like to be called - grubby fucking shopkeeperbastards peddling tat and junk made in Chink sweatshop and rubbish is and wanting to dictate government policy, since when is fucking shopkeeping bastard political scientist, all can do is pay minimum wage and flog off loads of rubbish, is worse than fucking Taliban these bastards, them and thieving bastard banking cunt are all so fucking clever we don't even make fucking cars any more, only fucking rubbish wooden ones - Morgan, they make a handful of cars and employ a handful of people, the UK car industry - and only good for fucking Diarrhoea Balti, Birmingham is, down Ladypool Road, pissed up bloke and Chlamydia totty in bare leg and high heel can eat as much rotten Halal goat meat as possible for three quid at Formica table and never mind poor beast throat had cut in backyard and bled to death, screaming in shit and blood, for Allah, the merciful and bring in own bottle of Newcastle Brown can from paki supermarket next door, with rotten old tomatoes and fruit sitting in shitty old crate on pavement with dogpiss and exhaust fumes, like real metropolitan sophisticate, for washing- down purposes and enjoy eye-watering bout of le posterieur flambee next fucking morning as burning hot, high pressure torrent of liquidise goat and naan bread come shooting out from arse in every fucking direction and arsehole stings just like was swarm of fucking wasp living up Jacksie and can't even hardly stand-up straight from toilet and stink would strip varnish off from front door of hi-rise council flat and called multiculturalism, this fucking nonsense rubbish is, was dead ginger bastard Robin Cook who said Oh Aha, Fuck me, used to be could ask British person what was favourite dinner and roast fucking beef with pudding of Yorkshire would be answer, but now, aha, ahum, answer would be chicken tikka fucking masala and that goes to show how very far we have come as a nation under New Labour, going down Ladypool Road pissed up and scoffing condemned, unfit for human consumption meat and arse-destroying spices, according to Cook, is equivalent of two-year tour of Indian sub-continent, stupid ginger Jock bastard, as though eating shit curry same thing is as studying Paki history and writing and music, is not very much, is true, of history, because Paki country has only been here fifty fucking years or so and might not last another six fucking months and could disappear and us too if Talimen cop hold of nuclear PakiBomb and have to get terminated with extreme and I mean fucking extreme prejudice, what with militantbastard and terroristbastard and mullahbastard and insurgentbastard and bent governmentbastard and Bhutto dynastybastard, worse than house of fucking Windsor is and Prince of fucking Wales, not to mention applepie-eating, crewcut, granny-raping CIA murdering psychobastard gonzo and embittered belligerent lesbian lunatic Hillary Trousers flying all over the fucking place shouting at people as though it was the whole world what pissed on her wedding vows and not just Spunky Bill, the murdering, thieving, bullying, coke-snorting, whoremongering arsehole and soon to have heart failure, with any luck is. Fucking place could go up in garlic mushroom cloud any day. And anyway Pakistani founder bloke, Jinnah the Paki, only set up muslim country in first place because he and fellow head-chopping, women-stoning hysterical beardy maniacs and worshippers of Allah the wise and merciful, peace and blessing be upon his name can't get on with neighbouring Sikh and Hindus all down together there, shitting in the Ganges and holy bathing all at the same time, with cow and buffalo wandering in and out from house and shitting sacred shit on carpet and some bastards so poor are that unfuckingtouchable is. Unfuckingtouchable, worse than piece of shit. Who wants to multicultural, all men are pluralist brothers be, with bastards like this, fucking savages, punch in fucking mouth should get and turban set on fire and never mind pushing-in to queue down at Post Office. The very idea. First thing should happen when Hindu or Sikh or Muslim bastard come in country, even if is Krishnan Guru O'Murphy, off C4 news with Jon Sox, or famous gobby cricketing bastard playboy, Imran Khan, is give good swift punch in nose, not bit of slap, good proper thump, broken cartilage and hot blood choking in throat and seeing stars and told, we don't do that untouchable shit in this country, is fucking rubbish. And we don't slaughter goats in the back yard, neither. And No, you can't burn your dead uncle's body on the municipal fucking bowling green, fuck off and I don't give a flying fuck what it says in the European Human Rights Act; is that fucking clear? And while is here, is no more mosque or fucking temple to go up, is plenty allfuckingready. Is fucking England here and not fucking Asia. Understand? Is fucking England, have come to fucking England and is Christian culture and architecture and not homeland of Ali Baba and Forty Fucking Thieves with minarets and flying fucking carpet and bullock shitting in the middle of the A45 and nobody can shoo the bastard away. Fucking England is - or Wales or Scotland, best part is of England - no point is trying to make home from fucking home, better off is to stay at home and use Mosque already there. Or Temple. Can build Mosque, OK, but has to be in line with local planning and look like decent proper Norman C-of-E church, with spire. And fucking clock. And graveyard. And gay mullah living in loving partnership before God with young rentboy. Okay, fuck off, now, and Hare Krishna. Is in England now and best to behave is like decent English bloke and not elephant-riding Mahafuckingrajah, with slaves and concubines. And all this Mrs shit, her all wrapped up in head to fucking toe binbag and walking four paces behind you down a Woverhampton street with her eyes cast down in the gutter, like repentant fucking sinner from Middle fucking Ages, you can forget all that bollocks, Ahmed, me old son; same with your daughters, you and your half-shaven fag sons try any of that honour killing nonsense and you'll get a good fucking kicking, you heathen fucking cocksucking bovverboys. And if only some bastard had said this all along, in best proper polite English terms of course and maybe no effing and fucking blinding, or not so much, then proper understanding and mutual respect would have been develop. Instead, bent, jumped-up councillors and stupid, gobby MPs have hung everybody out to dry in deranged and chaotic equal opportunities climate, too timid, too cunning, maybe, certainly too hungry for votes to tell our newcomers the score.
Anyway, Jinnah and Co said fuck all this superstitious shit, is only one god and Allah is his name and peace and blessings be on it and anybody disagree get Fatwahed and beheaded on TV and we can't be doing with all these long beards and fucking turbans and mad sexual intercourse all day long, all twisted-up like made of rubber was in Hindu book of Kama Sutra, filthy fucking bastard nignogs, we off out of it are, in new place and call it Pakistan, is long way of saying Paki. And from there we invade Birmingham. But if Paki bloke cannot get on with Sikh and Hindu what fucking chance is with Godless, heathen bastard Aston Villa-worshipping Brummie nutcase? Is not integrate, anyway, no matter what City fathers say, no matter what Baron Hatterjee of Sparkbrook says, horrible spit-spraying old bugger, is just ghetto of Labour-voting shopkeeper and cash 'n'carry wallah. Or disgusting banana republic, as High Court Judge, Mr Justice Knobrot QC, said, a few years back.
Is hardly no bastard in work anymore here in Brum apart from probation oficer and outreach worker and fucking imbeciles in Selly Oak Job Centre or Restart. Anybody hear this cunt of a man, manager of Selly Oak Pisshole Job Centre on skymadeupnewsandfilth's Radio Four Programme? Radio Four does worthy and concerned programme, all shit fucking rubbish with no advert or jingle like decent station and daytime or early evening is like wander into world of phony, thoughtful, sanctimonious caring, is fucking endless, Woman Hour with wretched old fucking boot, Jenny Murray and Pee Em with Eddie Smug and WATO with Martha Kearney and MoneyBox and some tight-fisted, mean as fucking dirt busybody old fucking bastard from Hemel fucking Hempstead or Tunbridge fucking Well phone-in, whining and screeching, Can get extra farthing per month on pension, please? miserable, grumbling skinflint old codgers and fucking tied-up and tortured should be in own home by Hoodies and set on fucking fire or else is, Hello...Hello..can you hear me ...I want to give money to poisonous fucking bastard grandchildren to help them through Uni - Uni is what used to be called college of fucking cooking and hairdressing and watching telly studies and is run on cheap by local council with wanker lecturers who can't write a fucking sentence in decent fucking English and need themselves Educayshun, Educayshun, Educayshun - and fund their fucking Gap year, obnoxious, smirking little consumerist pricks, and what best way is to pay no fucking tax? Oh, fuck me, thanks for your call, Margaret, there, in Saffron fucking Walden and I am joined in the studio by an accountant, another accountant and another accountant, none of which fuckwits saw the credit crunch coming until it had wiped out all their clients' monies but they'll be able to advise you, because they are the experts.......Anyway was programme on about Selly Oak Job Centre and was interviewing clients - ie deadbeat bums on fucking dole, most of West Birmingham - and everybody says is all shit, no courses, no advice, no funds, get treated fucking worse than whore at hockey match, come in the door and get fucking ignored by staff and eventually told is that nothing fucking doing is and that all the jobs on the board are all made fucking up, honest and not invent, all made up, no point applying is because what happens is Ree-surcher from Job Centre telephones employer and says Any Job Going ? And employer says No, fuck off, be down there meself, soon, in fucking Job Centre. But might be jobs, one day? Well, might be. Can put you down for twenty, then? Do what the fuck you want. Okay, then, forty. And soon all the boards and computer screen is fill-up with jobs which aren't, but might be. And government lying bastard minister for benefits can say, Oi, citizens, look, here is million or two of jobs unfilled, better get off down Job Centre of Shit and get one, even if is all imaginary, imaginary job is better than no job, innit, and better watch out or will imaginary benefits be collecting. Interviewer says to Job Centre Manager, Wossallthisshit, then, made-up jobs? No, is straight up, meet all criteria of Department of Work and No-Pension, which is main thing, otherwise I get the sack and is coming in here myself and applying for jobs which figment of statistical imagination are, and not really there at all. No, no, no, is plenty of courses, paint and decorate and cv writing, to name but all of them...But Mr Smith says your staff told him no course was and to fuck off and get course from private firm...No, no, no, I do assure you he is wrong.....Is not fucking wrong, is fucking outside, Mr Smith, go and fucking ask him, has sorted out course for himself which you useless fucking bastards should have sorted out. Have spoke to dozens of fucking people and all the courses which they should be able to get for retraining for new fucking jobs in the new fucking economy of the fucking future and which Gordon fucking Brown and Ed fucking Balls are always going on about, and that useless walking disease, Lord Nothing-Wrong-With-My-Arse Was -Just -Routine- Emergency-Arsectomy Requiring-Few-Day-In-Royal-Hospital-For-Officer-And-Poof, well, your staff have never fucking heard of them. No, no, no, I assure you and your smugbastard RadioFour listeners that this will be just a question of minor adjustments as the new programmes are rolled out across the country. And can't fucking obviously, comment on individual case, So there. Bollocks. Restart, down SellyOak Job Centre of Shit is, like every other fucking thing, whatever we say it is.
Birmingham economy is fucked, manufacturing is destroyed by people who lied and stole and killed and cheated and blackmailed and now can only mouth jargon and fucking slogan about imaginary new economy, imaginary jobs and imaginary prosperity, thieves and jackals, good for fuck all and up against wall should go. Steven Byers gave Longbridge and its traditions away to thieving bastards, beyond the law or morality's reach, its workforce now at the mercy of government initiatives at Selly Oak Job Centre of Shit is. And if any justice was Byers and Hoon and the rest would be in custody remanded at Winson Green and no fucking bail, pending trial for deception and theft and good kicking having off thin blue line of lazy fat screws. Only trouble is skymadeupnewsandfilth quickly hoovered-up mess of ExpensesCrime and MortgageCrime and WarCrime and JunketCrime and EarthCrime and most especially, in Scotland, best part of England, of massive NonceCrime. And business back to as usual is.
George Cadbury great Edwardian philanthrowotsit was, here in Birmigham and made ethical business, sort of, was better, anyway, than nasty fucking leprechaun, Willy O'Walsh, does at BA and now is sold off to GlobaCorp, just for fucking money, as though money was real, like people and soon Cadbury chocolate outsource will be in New fucking Delhi, with cow and buffalo wandering around production line. End of road for Workshop of Empire and just instead cheap corner shop will be and sharp-faced, ferrety Brummy a citizen of depressed EuroRegion become. Like Albanian.
And testament will stand, Birmingham, to growing our economy of goodforfuckall service industry, of worthless lying bastard financial adviser, of light regulatory touch. And culture will be of screaming fag hairfuckingdresser and Cruelty TV and celebrity slapper with big plastic tits; toolsetter and capstan operator, like miner and steelworker and shipbuilder, out on street with outlaw junky angel and prostitute will be, in Ruin.
So, Asian vote will stay largely with SnotParty and so will probation officer, teacher, gay and bisexual community relations officers. And nurse and social worker. Blue collar bloke, still wiping off Byers' shit from face, will not vote Snot but will not vote Sam and Dave, either and unlikely is to vote ShitEaters4HomeSeckatry. (Note off editor for overseas readers. In run-up, as we say, to last UK election, LibDem shadow Home Seck discovered was to be dirty bastard coprophiliac, in house of commons was saying You watch me, voters, when I am Home Seck, which, actually speaking will be never, I tough am going to get with prostitution and stuff like that, But and is big fucking but, huge fucking but, same bloke, Mark Eaton, MP, was doing unmentionable shit with rentboy, unfuckingmentionable, in fact, in United State of Obama, would have Hizonner Judge Hymie Goldblum yelling Yes, you can't, you miserable sonofafuckingbitch and probably go in Old Sparky and get fried-up with eyes popping out and dangling down cheek and veins bursting and cock shooting sparks out from end, like Mount Vesuvius and crowd of Anafuckingbaptist witnesses in Sunday suit singing We Shall Overcome But You Sure as Hell Won't, Motherfucker, if caught is doing this shit .
Was German sort of perrversion. Everybody know that Herman the German is filthy fucking bastard and poking about in shit is every morning with Mrs and Jah, Liebschen-ing is, dis poo is sehr gut, Liebschen, is firm and gut colour and smell fresh and happy und look, Lieschen, mein own poo is wunderbar, is neine blood and full of seeds is so mein bowel is gut und cleansed, scrape clean with seeds from gut German wholemeal bread. Could probably, Liebschen, pull rectum inside-out and eat dinner off. Come Liebschen, let's sit down together, holding hands on our side-by-side Herr und Frau toilet bowls and do our liddle, healthy poos together, Jah? Heil Hitler.
Is famous for being romantic like that, German bloke. Only not with Jew. Or gipsy. Or poof. Well, Eaton bloke was worse than this, was worse than Herman the German. After day in Snot parliament, passing laws, would go in rentboy flat, take off MP suit and lie under glass coffee table and rentboy poo would do on tabletop only tabletop not there was and, well, is fucking decent family blog here and not go no further but Fuck me, Jesus, what sort of people can be who would have shit-eating freak in front of front fucking bench ? Here is our shadow Home Seckatry. And in his spare time, he eats shit, yes, that's right he eats shit, not his own mind, no, that would be disgusting, he pays other people to shit on him and eats it. Is fucking having fucking laugh, innit, with voter. ShitEaters might win in Solihull, which is very posh part of Birmingham and so full of poof and freak is but out of work car and chocolate egg maker will not vote for ShitEaters.)
Is some racial tension, growing unemployment and Austerity Years of National Recovery from the Bankers' Depredations are coming for all. Never mind, always is internet porn and daytime telly and burglary to fall back on.
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No space today for foreign policy analysis - but really, is Starmer going to declare war on the United States? Really? Gosh.
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