From Dearieme:

From me:

An expert witness for the prosecution testified Tuesday that Islamic charities based in Saudi Arabia, including the one an Oregon tree surgeon is accused of smuggling money for, were regular conduits of funding to Muslim fighters in the volatile Caucasus region.

“A significant portion of the aid from these charities almost certainly does go to good causes – widows, orphans and refugee camps,” Kohlmann said under cross examination by defense attorney Bernie Casey. “Up to a third of the money is skimmed off and diverted to other causes, including paying the salaries of foreign fighters.”

This is an issue which requires more than a Sky News grab along traditionally prejudicial lines.

Blair really needs to be seen in context.

If the malaise infesting western society can be characterized as a malignant cancer, then Blair is just a visible melanoma, a growth, a manifestation of that cancer.

If you look at society and politics in the first half of the last century and compare it to the second half, the same forces have been at work.  The roots of the demise in true educational research, for example,  lie in such manifestations as the Lincoln School and this blog has covered that before.  The roots of the breakdown of marriage, promiscuity and Planned Parenthood are not some new golden age but due to silent propaganda stemming from the early C20th.

It is at once socialist and globalist, with all sorts of adherents, from Rockefeller to Piaget, to House, to Warburg to Keynes, Roosevelt, Mandelson, Strong and so on – they are legion and many of the lesser known figures have done the most damage, in their own small way.  Gordon Davidson and Corrine McLaughlin are behind the World Service Initiative and the Valdez Principles which spawned Goreism and everyone knows what damage the climate scam has done.

Returning to Blair, a proven liar, a weak man of limited intellect but overweening ambition, Etienne Davignon answered a journo about Bilderberg nefariousness that they, the Bilderbergers, were “excellent talent spotters”, no more, no less.

He was not wrong.  They identify, just as the excrescent offshoot of the ODPM, Middleton’s Common Purpose do, men and women of a certain type – limited in independent thought, easily pressed to the cause, lured by the promise of really “being someone” when the present cankerous mess is swept away and the new order can finally be put in place.  Have a look inside Chatham House.

It’s so old, so monotonous, it’s never changed.  As this blog has quoted many times, Agatha Christie nailed it when she described this sort of person in NorM [1941]:

You do not know the force of German propaganda. It appeals to something in man, some desire or lust for power. These people were ready to betray their country not for money; but in a kind of megalomaniacal pride in what they – they themselves – were going to achieve for that country. In every land it has always been the same. It is the Cult of Lucifer — Lucifer, Son of the Morning. Pride and a desire for personal glory.

You can see it in this spoof below on Gordon Brown.  If you look beyond Gordo at Cherie Blair and the way she is acting in the clip – the limited mind which is so pleased with itself and look at the woman to her left – that gives some sort of idea.  Look at Toynbee at the Grauniad.  Big players, they think, movers and shakers but actually just useful idiots, pushing the agenda for’ard …

… and always with an eye to ripping off the taxpayer to further their lifestyles. These are the secure ones, part of the oligarchy which runs things, physical and mental wrecks after they’ve done their worst and yet secure in the knowledge that they are valued members of the global push. Except that they are not valued – they are devalued. Svali put it well about them in 2000:

These are NOT nice people and they use and manipulate others viciously. They cut their eye teeth on status, power, and money. I have given all of that up to leave, and am glad to be away from it now, although I do miss some of my friends, and at times I miss the respect of being a leader.

Interesting that Blair should write about being a manipulator. These are truly sad, empty people and just the type which Geoff Mulgan’s Common Purpose [via the Marxist driven Demos] targets to train in groupthink – established leaders in society, so their blurb states and what are they being trained in?

“Leadership beyond authority.”

Now you translate that into ordinary English for me please – whatever can it mean? At what stage in proceedings do these people rise and take over the reins? Surprise, surprise – they’re already in there and operating. If it’s a key manager or chief officer, odds are not low that this might be a hideously expensively trained CP graduate – have a close look at Yorkshire Forward.

It’s like those sci-fi films where the discoverer of the plan to take over the world goes to his superior officer, only to find out that the officer is  … [drumroll] … one of Them.

Blair, of course, should be brought to trial but never will. Apoplectic conservatives may dream of such a thing but of course, the establishment is global socialist and protects its own. At all levels of society, from politicians to bloggers, there they are – quietly promoting the agenda.

I meet them each day and say nothing – you never quite know who’s a podperson and who’s a member of the human race.

Today, the children go back to school in the Russian influenced areas of Europe.  However, such a joyous day:

… will forever be overshadowed by September 1st in one particular year:

The only surviving attacker, Nur-Pashi Kulayev, claimed that attacking a school and targeting mothers and young children was not merely coincidental, but was deliberately designed for maximum outrage with the purpose of igniting a wider war in the Caucasus.

According to this theory, the attackers hoped that the mostly Orthodox Christian Ossetians would attack their mostly Muslim Ingush and Chechen neighbours to seek revenge, encouraging ethnic and religious hatred and strife throughout the North Caucasus . North Ossetia and Ingushetia had previously been involved in a brief, but bloody conflict in 1992 over disputed land in the North Ossetian Prigorodny District, leaving an estimated 600 dead and 50,000 displaced.

The head of the State Duma’s security committee Vladimir Vasilyev says Shamil Basayev belonged to the very special breed of terrorists who are hell-bent on creating an Islamic Caliphate in Russia using for this purpose money donated by radical groups abroad.

Politkovskaya’s connection with Basayev was unfortunate and her mediation role in the Moscow theatre siege, by definition, shows she at least had the ear of the terrorist warlords. Of course the prosecutors claim far closer involvement. Putin claimed her murder was designed to stir up waves of anti-Russian feeling, which of course it has done. It’s far easier to believe in the Russian monster than to look elsewhere for the culprits.

The gun found near her apartment block in central Moscow was a 9mm Makarov, known as the weapon of choice for Russian hitmen.

At a time when Russia was trying for admission to the WTO and had paid off its Club of Paris debt the last thing they were seeking was world condemnation – not just at that time:

Novaya Gazeta, which is offering a reward of almost a million dollars for information about the shooting, has written that it believes her murder was either revenge by Kadyrov, or an attempt to discredit him.

The Chechens have been killing Russians, blowing up apartment buildings, opera houses, killing school children by the 1000’s, kidnapping Russians and they along with the Georgians and one other group (the oligarchs) are the keepers of the so called Russian Mafia.

Thus, when this lady defended the Chechnians who are Salafi Islamists funded by the Wahabis she had as much credibility with the Russian people as a US journalist would in defending the Taliban and Bin Laden. So to say she had any impact on Putin, or on Russian policy in Chechnia is as far fetched as one could have imagined.

To say Putin gave a crap about what she said or even paid much mind to it boggles the imagination. No one else cared in Russia. And the only damage Putin could have gotten because of her is if some one killed her and then blamed it on him. So alas,you see the irony here.

Basayev and one of his child killers

In the end, the people below in the narrow picture [click to zoom] are all now dead – and for what?

Now, where do we start on women and respect?   Oh I couldn’t be bothered any more.

… and a fun amateur version.

Nelson: “Order the signal, Hardy.”

Hardy: “Aye, aye sir.”

Nelson: “Hold on, that’s not what I dictated to Flags. What’s the meaning of this?”

Hardy: “Sorry sir?”

Nelson (reading aloud): “‘ England expects every person to do his or her duty, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, religious persuasion or disability.’ – What gobbledygook is this?”

Hardy: “Admiralty policy, I’m afraid, sir. We’re equal opportunities employer now. We had the devil’s own job getting ‘England’ past the censors, lest it be considered racist.”

Nelson: “Gadzooks, Hardy. Hand me my pipe and tobacco.”

Hardy: “Sorry sir. All naval vessels have now been designated smoke-free working environments.”

Nelson: “In that case, break open the rum ration. Let us splice the main brace to steel the men before battle.”

Hardy: “The rum ration has been abolished, Admiral. Its part of the Government’s policy on binge drinking.”

Nelson: “Good heavens, Hardy. I suppose we’d better get on with it ………. Full speed ahead.”

Hardy: “I think you’ll find that there’s a 4 knot speed limit in this stretch of water.”

Nelson: “Damn it man! We are on the eve of the greatest sea battle in history. We must advance with all dispatch. Report from the crow’s nest please.”

Hardy: “That won’t be possible, sir.”

Nelson: “What?”

Hardy: “Health and Safety have closed the crow’s nest, sir. No harness; and they said that rope ladders don’t meet regulations. They won’t let anyone up there until a proper scaffolding can be erected.”

Nelson: “Then get me the ship’s carpenter without delay, Hardy.”

Hardy: “He’s busy knocking up a wheelchair access to the foredeck Admiral.”

Nelson: “Wheelchair access? I’ve never heard anything so absurd.”

Hardy: “Health and safety again, sir. We have to provide a barrier-free environment for the differently abled.”

Nelson: “Differently abled? I’ve only one arm and one eye and I refuse even to hear mention of the word. I didn’t rise to the rank of admiral by playing the disability card.”

Hardy: “Actually, sir, you did. The Royal Navy is under represented in the areas of visual impairment and limb deficiency.”

Nelson: “Whatever next? Give me full sail. The salt spray beckons.”

Hardy: “A couple of problems there too, sir. Health and safety won’t let the crew up the rigging without hard hats. And they don’t want anyone breathing in too much salt – haven’t you seen the adverts?”

Nelson: “I’ve never heard such infamy. Break out the cannon and tell the men to stand by to engage the enemy.”

Hardy: “The men are a bit worried about shooting at anyone, Admiral.”

Nelson: “What? This is mutiny!”

Hardy: “It’s not that, sir. It’s just that they’re afraid of being charged with murder if they actually kill anyone There’s a couple of legal-aid lawyers on board, watching everyone like hawks.”

Nelson: “Then how are we to sink the French and the Spanish?”

Hardy: “Actually, sir, we’re not.”

Nelson: “We’re not?”

Hardy: “No, sir. The French and the Spanish are our European partners now. According to the Common Fisheries Policy, we shouldn’t even be in this stretch of water. We could get hit with a claim for compensation.”

Nelson: “But you must hate a Frenchman as you hate the devil.”

Hardy: “I wouldn’t let the ship’s diversity co-ordinator hear you saying that sir. You’ll be up on disciplinary report.”

Nelson: “You must consider every man an enemy, who speaks ill of your King.”

Hardy: “Not any more, sir. We must be inclusive in this multicultural age. Now put on your Kevlar vest; it’s the rules. It could save your life”

Nelson: “Don’t tell me – health and safety. Whatever happened to rum, sodomy, and the lash?”

Hardy: As I explained, sir, rum is off the menu! And there’s a ban on corporal punishment.”

Nelson: “What about sodomy?”

Hardy: “I believe that is now legal, sir.”

Nelson: “In that case……………………… Kiss me, Hardy.”

… if the cap fits.   In the words of others:

“I fail to see how this could hurt Sarkozy since everyone in Europe already knows Carla is a slut and the press has printed lots of her nude photos.”

Taken to task for using the S word, another commenter stepped in and said:

1. Which Bond movie ended on a train?
2. Who wrote The Railway Children?
3. What’s the largest railway station in the world?
4. What year was Strangers on a Train?
5. Which train features in Bram Stoker’s Dracula, ending in Paris?

Answers: Live and Let Die, Edith Nesbit, Grand Central, 1951, Orient Express

Just got in from work.

Memo – don’t allow any Russians to visit again because they tend to leave vodka, tomato juice, whisky, apple cider, borodinski bread, mushrooms and pickled cucumbers, which need to be polished off.

Sometimes I think I’m a right bstd.

I reached the junction station and the electronic board said that to get to my terminus, I had to get on the train back to where I’d come from and then change trains.  This necessitated a trip to the ticket office, where they cheerfully told me to ignore that but to follow the destination on the front of the train, as it came in.

Fine.

The next train came in and three other chaps and I were eagerly awaiting any indication that this might be our train chuffing towards us.  The railway had to have its little joke though because there was NOTHING, nada, nicht, zilch on the front, to tell us the destination.

Cunningly [I thought], I told the others that if it was a train back to my place, it would probably be 3 carriages and this one gave every indication that it was 6 – most certainly an intercity.

We gave it a shot and boarded, the doors closed and we sat … and sat … and sat.  Nothing was showing on the texty thingy which whizzes across.  The tannoy informed us that it was an offence to ride a bicycle on the platform and that we could be prosecuted for it. Also that there was a range of hot and cold food at the shop, which I’ve previously exposed, on this blog, as a wicked lie.

The doors opened again.

A bell went and the doors closed.  We sat … and sat … and sat.

Then the train shuffled slowly from the station.

.o0o.

This evening, boarding the return train was pretty straightforward until we reached the junction station.  The board was showing trains only back to where I’d just come from, not home.  This necessitated a trip to the ticket office, where they cheerfully told me to ignore that but to follow the destination on the front of the train, as it came in.

I laughed at the joke and told them about the midday incidents [mentioned above].  “I know how I can tell it will be our train,” I exclaimed.  “It all depends on the number of carriages.  Oh, I do love this game.”

The stationmaster glared at me.