They're not all like that

A common refrain I hear, from, well everybody actually. Those who are afraid. Afraid to face what's in front of them.
The types desperate to hold on to their safe, kum ba ya, lives where everybody's the same. No colours no creeds no opinions.
No differences.
Whilst at the same time demanding I respect whomever's right to behave however they like as long as it's "cultural". No matter how barbaric; no matter how offensive or prejudicial towards decency.

I am digressing though. To get to the point of this piece, to wit, they're not all like that.

Those of you who have spent time here in this little blog, this vestige of truth, know I am an Ulsterman. A proud protestant Ulsterman, descendant of the mighty Celts, the greatest people this world has ever known.
Unfortunately I must share my little diamond in the corner of the British Isles with the infernal catholic, a lazy, hapless breed.
Who over the years has resorted to violence in order to attempt to wrest my little diamond from me.

To no avail though. As yet at least.
With the help of that catholic King James, they first attempted to oust my merry bunch of forebears in 1690, only to be repelled by we and a diminutive Dutch king by the name of William of Orange who happened to be in England fighting said catholic, King James.
Ever since then the catholic has behaved akin to a spoilt child.

Cut to the late 1960s and the second battle began. Lasting about 30 years, during which time around 5000 people have died, for died read murdered. Shot, blown up.

Now, circa late 70s was the time when the terrorism was at it's peak when nary a week passed without someone being shot or blown up. Car bombs attacking police were most common around this time.
At this time the population of Ulster was approximately 2 million; of that perhaps 500,000 were catholic.
They're not all like that.

Indeed not. So let's say, what, 1% of that half million were active IRA members. That's 5000 active "soldiers".
Yeah okay, that sounds about right. Now, to that 5000 add perhaps 3-4 times that amount of passive supporters. Persons who would look the other way; who would provide barns, fields, outhouses in which the terrorists could hide their caches of weapons and/or explosives away from prying eyes.
So now of the half million, we have 20-25000 persons who are active and passive terrorists.
So approximately 5% of all catholics. Okay? 5%.
30 years this 5% perpetuated the violence in Ulster. And beyond in fact. In England and as far as Gibraltar in Spain.
They're not all like that.

Now, apply these figures to the 1.5 BILLION with a "B" muslims in the world, whose barbarity makes the IRA's terrorism look like a fight amongst cub scouts and then say to me , they're not all like that.

And just in case you're not quite there yet, I shall elucidate.

They don't have to be "all like that". Only enough of them to be a problem. And in a world of 1.5 billion of them, a mere 1% is enough, clearly, to create an atmosphere that leaves the world nervous. Aware. Defensive. One need only look at the security that surrounds significant events the world over to argue that the Muslim has already won.

How Tory MPs failed to declare thousands spent in marginal seats

The title refers to yet another report of Pollies rorting the system...heard it all before so no need to get into the details. The point is:


So they're all the same, right? I mean we all know this, right? So this led me to think about the race for the American Presidency.

And the increasing vitriol that is directed at Donald Trump. Bereft as the opposing politically correct stymies are of any kind of legitimate argument, they resort to ridicule and belittlement. But we'll get to that later...
For now, answer me this:

So exactly how much worse is it you think Trump will do? I mean, COULD it really be any worse than it is? One point of fact, entirely irrefutable, we're all going to continue to get fucked, make no mistake about that. Politicians rort - like mofos. That'll never change, let's not be idiotic about it. The common denominator between all politicians is that they will rort.

But, for example, if we do still continue to get fucked but without any clinging, lazy, uncivilised Towelheads with their insidious and hateful beliefs, sucking up our economy, intent on destroying us yet the country is run in a manner that benefits the people, then would that not be preferable? Or would you Yanks prefer a Europe? Perhaps Trump's point is that the Mexicans are their "Europe". And if indeed, these Mexicans were flooding across the American border in the same numbers as those invading Europe, one would have to admit then that that would be an issue warranting some serious consideration, nay action wouldn't it be fair to say.

Domestic Mexicans aside, though, the bigger problem that faces the Western word is Islam. Quick stat for you: the birth rate here in Sydney, Australia, it's largest city is 1.4% Western, 4.7% Islamic. And those Islamics are clumping in specific areas of Sydney. It's just a numbers game and a matter of time.

I really do think it's time to make a stand - everybody, choose your side and stand up...for there ARE sides, like it or not. And one side is surely standing for theirs. A solidarity; that side's not us though; we are choked with the socialist lefties and their bleeding hearts. Traitors in our midst I think isn't too inflammable a statement to make. People who are determined to thwart our every attempt to manage the situation.

I have to say I'm encouraged by the UK people's response though. It's a good sign. But we are only at the very beginning of a long, long protracted fight. Many more people are going to die before this comes to a conclusion.

So...

April the 1st, 2011 was the last time I posted here - April Fools Day :/


I wonder does that mean something...or even should it? Or given the meteor I witnessed tonight and my subsequent thoughts on the matter, is it all nothing but sheer serendipity?


Who knows, right? We all have our thoughts on it, obviously. In any event I think until proof can be provided none knows any more than the other.
But here's a take on it:

The meteor as it happens flashed into my sight, and here's some serendipity for you, just as I happened to be looking skyward. It blazed across the night sky, with a tail (considering perspective) thousands of miles long and a head which grew brighter and brighter as it burned up in the atmosphere until it burned out.
The whole thing lasted perhaps a second. And I involuntarily grinned ear to ear at having seen such a sight.

So it got me thinking: from where did this body originate? Was it the detritus of an interstellar collision? Had this piece of rock - of another world perhaps - been travelling from before I was born, you were born, the earth was born? Has it been in perpetual motion for millienia? And was it nothing more than the aforementioned sheer serendipity, happenstance that it came into our solar system, and into our little world before burning up in our atmosphere?


This little rock. Was it older than mankind? Was its year a number too big to compute? Just how long was it sailing through the blackness of space?
Only to disintegrate after all that?

Puts something of a perspective on life, I thought. We really are...nothing in the big scheme of things. Insignificant, trivial, to all but ourselves.



Which leads me to the meaning of life...the point of it all. (Tip: it has nothing at all to do with any type of god, per se).


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