Prepare to be declared an Illegal Organisation

by johnofgwent

Equality Bill - Part 1 and Part 2

Section 7 and Schedules 15 and 16 of Harriet hate-Men's latest conquest makes it illegal for associations (for example private clubs and political associations) to discriminate between those who "share a relevant protected characteristic" and those who do not.

Harriet is about to make the BNP a proscribed organisation.

The question is, are we going to let her get back in after the next election in order to instigate the relevant statutory instrument to execute this into legislation.

"Would You Open Fire On Your Own People"

If this lot came upon armed rioters in the next street ...
...who would they shoot first ?

By johnofgwent. Hat tip to the wigan patriot

Norman Tebbit is famous for more that one soundbite. The one he will probably have carved on his tombstone is that he, like his father before him, has finally "got on his bike" to seek a better life elsewhere. But the one I shall remember him for was his unwaranted attack upon a game played by gentlemen (and occasionally by the odd ball tamperer). To quote from his wikipedia entry (well, the version in place today, at least).

In April 1990 he proposed the "Cricket test", also known as the "Tebbit Test", where he argued that whether people from ethnic minorities in Britain supported the England Cricket team (rather than the team from their country of origin) should be considered a barometer - but not the sole indicator - of whether that are truly British

As one who has, in my past, stood at one end of "four poles length of close cropped english greenery" with nothing but a stout piece of willow to defend my own honour and that of my ten fellow combatants against the worst our opponents can hurl at me, I say "The Honourable Lord Tebbit" as he is now styled does the players and supporters of that particularly sporting game a grave disservice and slanderous injury.

For when I stood at the crease and six foot three of solid muscle, black as the ace of spades and whose parents were amongst the first to step off the gangplank of the "Windrush", began his run towards the other end, and let fly a small red misssile straight at my middle stump with frightening velocity, I rose to the challenge and like Sir Garfield Sobers whacked the ball straight over the boundary. As I did, he was the first to applaud. He aplauded again when the second ball of his over went the same way. And he paced out a slightly longer run-in for his third, which would be my nemesis.

His third ball came on terrifyingly fast with a wicked curve. I never saw its trajectory properly and it would be almost five years before I would witness Michael Holding using the very same technique to devastating effect in a test match. Only then did I understand the reason for my demise at the crease. At the time, all I saw was a flurry of reddish blur and all I heard was the tiniest click of wood upon wood, that sounded to me as clear as if a thunderstorm from nowhere on a perfect late summer afternoon in deepest buckinghamshire.

I did not wait for the yell of triumph or the signal from the umpire. I did not need to. I knew the game was up. The pavilion was at the far end of the pitch, and I began the long walk to my tea and cucumber sandwiches, to applause coming from those on and off the field. But the loudest applause was when I stopped at the far end to shake my rival's hand for a delivery executed to perfection.

No, Lord Tebbit, you did the game played by english gentlemen against other gentlemen of the same standing the world over a grave disservice when you made your cheap remark. Those who take the field in white to carry on the eternal battle of willow versus leather know the difference between rivalry and riot. As do their supporters in the ground and around the world. It is those who would denounce the spirit of fairness upon which that game is modelled that you should have aimed your bile.

For the true "Tebbit Test" is needed now more than ever.

A few days ago I roundly condemned Jacqui Smith on this blog and collected five minutes of fame courtesy of UK Tabloid for my insight into the background of some of her more unworkable ideas designed to pacify the increasingly vociferous and disgruntled "vox pop" that have seen the policies of her party for what they are. The Deputy Leader of the rabble he calls His Party goes on a major weekend political discussion proramme and rants that just because a court of law says it's legal doesn't mean we're not going to find a way to prise the pension out of the ex RBS chief's cold dead hand. A stance that has her fellow cabinet ministers scuttling for a foxhole thaty provides cover against the incoming declarations of incredulity and demands for clarification, and causes the woman in question to go suddenly, and uncharacteristically, quiet.

Gordon Brown takes refuge while the rest of the cabinet conclude their discussions regarding the merit of his laissez-faire policy towards bankers benefit packages.

Gordon Brown is not a stupid man. He knows the game is up and soon he will have to find another job. That's why he has shown such remarkably little interest in curtailing the "fill yer boots" mentality of the board level directors who will be inviting him to join the table as a consultant in about a year's time. Hence his irritation at the clamour for him to do something. And also the reason for the eagerness of his Deputy to sieze the moment to stab him in the back for she sees the opportunity to sieze the reins in the forlorn hope that it will make a diference to their ultimate doom.

And that's before I get to Jack Straw the "Other Half A Home Secretary" stepping in to censor the legally approved distribution of cabinet minutes from the days whenthey were discussing Blair's illegal military belligerence in the sandy wasteland that was once the Garden of Eden and home to one of the Seven Wonders Of The World.

But meanwhile, The Community Cohesion Committee (Six New Liebour, Three Tory, Two Lib Dem and not a single patriot amongst them) seem to be clearly worried that there is now a need for a revised Tebbit Test. And worryingly, according to the Wigan Patriot it seems that preparations are already being made by Gordon Brown and his multicultural cronies to spill more english blood, but this time on the streets of our country, not in some faraway desert.

In a stunning conversation with a friend, who is a serving member of the Armed Forces, over the weekend, it was revealed that transfers to regiments and other units in the UK on home duties are being undertaken by the MOD based upon whether an individual was prepared to 'open fire' on UK citizens during civil disturbances.

I found this long and extracted conversation to be both bizarre and frightening. I will state at this point that he is someone that I have known for years, and trust implicitly. The fact that service personnel are actually being asked in special briefing sessions whether they would fire on their own nationals indicates that the rumours about the Army being put on standby are indeed very true.

It would seemthat we live in "interesting times".

When push comes to shove

During the American Presidential elections, 95% of the "Black" vote went to the mixed race Barack Obama. Nothing to do with party polices just colour of skin.

We saw the same in the OJ Simpson trial when from the evidence presented, thinking people saw through his lies and knew his guilt, most black people said he was innocent. The truth and weight of evidence had nothing to do with it. Again just colour of skin.

And Harriet Harman obviously understands how the "enrichers" minds work.

Realising that the only way now for Labour to cling to power is to get the votes of the Blacks and Asians, she is touring the country in a Campaign Bus to ensure that the colonisers and enrichers are registered to vote in the June elections.

"The stakes could not be higher – democracy simply doesn't work unless people can exercise their vote. Every vote counts."

And Labours idea of democracy is too flood Our Country with immigrants and grant illegals amnesty, so they also can vote against the True British People and vote for more of their kind to pour in and destroy us.

If you are a True Brit, then make sure you and your family are registered to vote because this time, push really has come to shove and the BNP needs every vote it can get.

Tags: Harriet Harman, BNP

Harriet Harman warns of BNP threat in European elections

Harriet Harman canvasing for votes
Without her escort, the public would lynch her

What a cosy little gathering of vipers that must have been the other day at the Progressive London conference.

Leader of the UAF, the red slime Ken Livingstone, Three homes Jon Crudass and the evil witch herself, Harriet Harman who showed how much she believes in equality by attacking the BNP with some pretty outrageous statements. She should remember the following;

• It was not the BNP that started the illegal wars that are getting our soldiers slaughtered.
• It was not the BNP that stole the pension funds of millions of our elderly.
• It was not the BNP that sold of our Utility Companies to overseas buyers who now exploit us.
• It was not the BNP that betrayed the True British People by swamping Our Country with colonisers.
• It was not the BNP that sold our gold for peanuts to Europe.
• It was not the BNP that gave away our fishing fleets.
• It was not the BNP that allowed the banker to rip us off for billions.
• It was not the BNP that destroyed our educations system.
• It was not the BNP that destroyed our manufacturing base.
  
• It was not, not, not the BNP that created the mess we are now in.

So why does she not attack the cause of all those things instead of attacking the BNP? Because if she did, she would have to attack herself and her cronies in the Lib/Lab/con alliance.

No the real hatred she has for the BNP, is that she knows that they are the people to rip her and the likes of the leech Crudass from the trough of public money they feed at.

And she knows that her and her kind will face trial for what they have done to Our Country and so in fear she strikes out.

"with a vicious door-to-door campaign, not allow the BNP"

If anyone is making threats then it is the bitch herself, with this line;

"Labour will, with a vicious door-to-door campaign, not allow the BNP to peddle their pernicious lies that people have been abandoned by Labour."

But one thing is for sure. If anyone is knocking on doors, it will not be Harman, because she has not got the courage to walk the streets without an armed escort to protect her from an ever increasingly angry public, who would probably lynch her given half a chance.

Tags: harriet harman, BNP

A Day in the Life of Harriet Harpie

Harriet and her "possee" strut their stuff

Wake up in a hot sweat in the middle of a dream about Barack Obama.

Look over at hideously white husband and frown.

Get up, kiss signed photo of Fidel Castro ("To Harriet: Keep Left! Love, Uncle Fidel") and put on trousers.

Take off trousers and put on red skirt.

Sit on gold-plated toilet and ring bank to check the promised donations have cleared.

Put on white poppy.

Leave house in limo driven by black chauffeur. Stop off at Job Centre and order all whites to go home as it's racist to take a job that an immigrant could do.

Arrive at House of Commons.

Notice that police officer on duty at gate is white and male. Ring Scotland Yard and demand he be replaced by a lesbian Somali.

Attend debate about the financial crisis. Make a speech demanding that whereas white people who deposited money in Icelandic banks should not be reimbursed, non-whites must not only be fully reimbursed but also compensated for their trauma at the hands of racist white bankers.

Look out of office window and seethe with rage at the statue of Churchill in Parliament Square. Ring Jacqui Smith and instruct her to replace Churchill with Stalin.

Harangue House of Commons office messenger for being white.

Admonish House of Commons Site Services for giving me a white phone.

Fly into a rage at House of Commons IT department for giving me a white monitor and a white keyboard.

Conduct interviews for researcher post. Reject all white candidates before they've sat down. Appoint non-English speaking, Al Qaeda supporting, Muslim woman just off the boat from Bangladesh.

Put on stab-proof vest, crash helmet and lead-lined combat trousers and go for a casual, inconspicuous stroll in the constituency, accompanied by 10 policemen, 20 interpreters, a SWAT team and an SAS unit in a helicopter.

Arrive back at House of Commons and pour a large whisky. Drink it while fantasising about Will Smith.

Ring Labour Party HQ and instruct them that from now on all Labour candidates must be black or Asian. Any non-gay whites wanting to be considered as candidates are to be reported to the police for racism (current Labour MPs excluded).

Ring Archbishop of Canterbury and enquire as to when work will begin on the conversion of Westminster Abbey into a mosque.

Ring police and demand that all BNP members be arrested.

Leave House of Commons and head home. Stop off at convenience store on the way and get interpreter to buy another bottle of whisky.

Arrive home in gated estate.

Pour a large whisky and drink it while fantasising about Trevor Phillips.

Ring Trevor Phillips and promise him a knighthood for services to diversity.

Look out of window and notice black youths hanging around. Open window and yell: "This is a white area! Get back to Brixton! Bloody immigrants!"

Check husband is asleep.

Kiss signed photo of Enoch Powell ("To Harriet: It'll be all Right in the end. Love, Uncle Enoch").

By Watling

Tags: harriet harman, Watling

The perks of power

The duties of a Deputy Leader are an heavy burden

Oh it is a great life to be one of the chosen. Almost as good is being a Deputy Leader of the Liebour Party.

Not for them the inconvenience of living by the laws of the land that they govern. They make the rules. Or rather they don't. The Soviet EU does that for them now. But because of their Quisling positions they are exempt from the laws they enforce.

And of course it also helps if you are part of a government that has removed almost all decent people from the police farce and replaced them with your own kind. Toadies and self seekers who owe you favours for their undeserved promotions.

This is why we see the creature and former Solicitor General, Harriet Harman being let off a £1000 fine and having six points put on her license and receiving instead, a derisory £60 fine and 3 points after being caught speeding twice.

The bought and paid for police, who care not a fig for the law refused to say if the same treatment would apply to the ordinary motorist instead of one of the Dhimmi elite. Ignoring the question a spokes woman said:

"It is our policy not to talk about individual cases, the bottom line is that it is dealt with by Suffolk Constabulary."

Like I said. Its a great life. Until the day of reckoning that is.

One of the Seven [wise men of Greece] was wont to say: That laws were like cobwebs, where the small flies are caught and the great break through.

Tags: harriet harman, speeding