Britain Today

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Oh, those pesky dinghies coming across the Channel seem to not be filled with fleeing refugees from
war-torn France, after all.
:-/

ON ALERT Urgent MI5 warning as Iranian ‘death squads’ are in UK with plots to kidnap & kill Brits

'Iranian “death squads” are operating in the UK with plots to kidnap and kill Brits, MI5 has warned.
Spy chief Director General Ken McCallum revealed there had been at least 10 potential plots “to kidnap or even kill” British
citizens and dissidents seen as enemies of the Tehran regime.

His warning comes days before England are due to play Iran in their World Cup opening group game in Qatar.

Mr McCallum said in his annual threat assessment speech, that Iran was “the state actor which most frequently crosses into
terrorism.” The Security Services boss added that the current wave of headscarf protests in Iran had asked “fundamental
questions of the totalitarian regime.” He said: “Iran projects threat to the UK directly, through its aggressive intelligence services.


Mr McCallum explains the terror aspect and describes a fish he caught once.

“At its sharpest this includes ambitions to kidnap or even kill British or UK-based individuals perceived as enemies of the regime. “We have seen at least 10 such potential threats since January alone.” Mr McCallum used a football analogy, to say “Iran will only let people support one team and is prepared to use violence against those who don’t toe the line.”

The chief spook pointed to Iranian support for Russia in Ukraine. He added of the war: “The human cost is sickening. But
Putin is not winning.” Mr McCallum said united efforts had led to more than 600 Russian officials being booted out from
Europe – of which 400 were believed to be spies. “This has struck the most strategic blow against the Russian intelligence services in recent European history,” he added.

Following the 2018 Salisbury poisonings, Britain expelled 23 Russian spies posing as diplomats.
Mr McCallum revealed that since then over 100 Russian diplomatic visa applications had been refused on national security grounds. Continuing with the soccer theme, the MI5 boss said we “need to be clear about the opponents we’re facing.”

THREAT FROM RUSSIA
He went on: “Russia thinks nothing of throwing an elbow in the face, and cheats to get its way.
“We’ve had success in getting some of their players sent off, and for now they’re a bit distracted by the blame game in their own dressing room… but they will keep attacking us.” Mr McCallum said of the threat to the UK’s defence posed by China: “The Chinese authorities present a different order of challenge. “They’re trying to re-write the rulebook, to buy the league, to recruit our coaching staff to work for them.”

He said MI5 “was alive” to Russia, China and Iran working together by “loaning players to each other, amplifying their strengths.” He further revealed that police and security services had disrupted eight “potentially deadly” late-stage plots
since last year – both Islamist and extreme right-wing. It brings the number of foiled terror plots up to 37 since 2017.

Three-quarters of MI5’s current terrorist caseload is dedicated to preventing Islamist-inspired plots – and the remainder comes from the far right. Neo-Nazis were seeking to acquire weapons such as homemade or 3D-printed firearms, he said...'

The Sun:

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The US is facing similar challenges, except no one is blowing the whistle, and the gummint is colluding with the infiltrators.

Not all of the infiltrators pouring across our southern border are Hispanic. They come from all over the world, through Mexico, to infiltrate the US. They are paying the Mexican cartels between 15,000 and 25,000 dollars per body to get themselves smuggled in, and then they vanish into the heartlands. Not only is BidenHarris not arresting them, or even looking for them, his regime is actually facilitating their border crossings. That's what comes from a regime getting too cozy with it's enemies and handing them concession after concession.

It worries me slightly, because Iran does have reason, reason that I won't go into, to come calling here. All I can say is that if they do, DHS cannot have the bodes. Those will be mine, to dispose of as I see fit - no BidenHarris regime DHS accolades for them! The only flowers on their graves will be the weeds that grow wild, and their weeping widows and children will never know what became of them.

Mi5 also seems to be tearing another page out of the BidenHarris regime playbook - allegations of "far right" death squads. Here they are calling them "home-grown extremist white supremacists", since someone pointed out that Nazis - "neo" or otherwise - are not "right" at all. Nazis are, by definition, Leftists. National SOCIALIST Party. It's right there in their name for all to see.

I would also point out that if they are "seeking to acquire" home-made weapons in the UK, they are doing it wrong. One does not "seek to acquire" home -made weapons, one MAKES them at home. Kinda just what it says in the phrase itself. Furthermore, folks should hope and pray that they get "3D printed weapons", because those are for any practical purpose utterly useless. They blow up in the firer's face after one or two shots, and have to be manually reloaded for each shot. Fear of them has been vastly over-hyped - they are as dangerous, and probably more so, to the firer as they are to the target. They are like the WWII "Liberator" pistol, except less reliable and more explosion-prone.

Don't worry, UK - you're still as safe as you ever were. I would, however, recommend keeping a weather eye out for inhospitable swarthy characters in the neighborhood, and pre-preparation of shallow ditches in the back garden, and keeping a supply of rare endangered plants on hand to decorate the filled-in mounds with. That way, it's illegal to dig the mounds flower beds up to see what is beneath....


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...I would, however, recommend keeping a weather eye out for inhospitable swarthy characters in
the neighborhood, and pre-preparation of shallow ditches in the back garden, and keeping a supply
of rare endangered plants on hand to decorate the filled-in mounds with.

That way, it's illegal to dig the mounds flower beds up to see what is beneath....

I knew it! and I can assure you that this quote will show-up in December's 'Rambler's Monthly'
as a subtle warning to all their readers. (Probably with a map!)

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CIA death squads coming back to roost? Funny, the only articles I can find on this are sourced from The Sun. They do like to enlighten us.
Bought a few bags of lime just in case.  

Down on the southern border:



Southwest Land Border Encounters

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Unfortunately, I don't know what to believe, anymore.
I DO NOT trust a word that comes from the mouths or pens of gubmint spokespersons... Doesn't mean it isn't true - I just have no faith in the integrity of the source.
And - even if these 'allegations' are accurate, I still don't know that I would be opposed to the scheme...for the same reasons first mentioned.

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Blowing the dust off this thread due to accepting that the British mainstream media have been
bombarding the public with a certain way of thinking. However... things may be changing.

It seems Lee Anderson is saying what many on this invaded Isle are afraid to say.

[EndtheMadnessNow]

Blowing the dust off this thread due to accepting that the British mainstream media have been
bombarding the public with a certain way of thinking. However... things may be changing.

It seems Lee Anderson is saying what many on this invaded Isle are afraid to say.

Wow, an MP with a backbone! Are the French vs British wars going to restart?

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Wow, an MP with a backbone! Are the French vs British wars going to restart?

Both the French and the Brits need to do something and soon!
But it's true, the old UK-based media hate British culture and find those they supposedly
create news for, beneath them.

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It's just another day in Londonistan...

West London woman, 33, accused of murdering woman, 57, severing her head and throwing it into a canal

'A murdered woman's severed head has been found in a canal, a court heard on Friday, August 11. It was discovered
in the same West London canal where "dismembered" body parts were also found earlier this week, the Old Bailey
was told.



Arizo Nour appeared via prison videolink charged with the murder of a 57-year-old woman, who cannot be named
for legal reasons, in Hounslow, West London. The 33-year-old, appeared in a grey prison sweatshirt and with messy
brown hair, spoke to confirm her name and date of birth.

Prosecutor Louise Oakley told the Old Bailey that dismembered ‘human body parts’ had been found in a canal off
Bulls Bridge Lane in Southall earlier this week. It was then revealed that a human head, thought to belong to the
victim, was found in a bag in the same canal on Thursday night (August 10).

Ms Oakley explained police were called to an address in Feltham, West London, on Sunday, August 6. She said:
“There were concerns raised about the deceased’s welfare as they had not been heard from for 24 hours.”

The course heard that “large quantities of blood” were discovered “throughout” the West London address, which is
located less than a mile from Heathrow Airport. Oakley said: “Police were called and, as a result of this, the
defendant’s details were circulated as a person of interest.”

The suspect was held in custody in the early hours of Monday (August 7). She added: “An initial search of that area
revealed a suitcase in the canal, with human body parts found inside. A further suitcase was found which also
contained human body parts.“A further item was discovered last night and that was examined this morning.
It’s believed to be part of the same body parts recovered earlier.”

Oakley said the formal identification of the deceased was expected to take place over the weekend. She continued:
“At the time there has not been formal identification of the deceased from the body parts that have been recovered.
The position is that, with the recovery last night of a bag from the canal with a head inside, there will be tests over
the weekend.”

No application for bail was made by Nour’s defence representative, and His Honour Judge Simon Mayo remanded
her into custody to appear again in December. A psychiatrist's report was also to be prepared for November...'

My London:

South London teenager stabbed 16-year-old on Brixton Victoria Line train in front of screaming passengers

'A teenager has been detained for more than six years for stabbing a 16-year-old boy on a Victoria line Tube train.
Amarjay Nkemayang, 19, of Crawshay Road, attacked the youngster with a hunting knife after following him onto
the Tube at Brixton station just before 3pm on November 23, the Old Bailey was told.



Steve Molloy, prosecuting, told the court that Nkemayang was part of a group of four males who came across the
16-year-old outside a JD Sports store in Brixton. They then followed the teenager to Brixton Tube station. Realising
that he was being followed, the 16-year-old pushed his way through the barriers. The four males followed after him,
splitting up as they searched the station.

The prosecutor told the court that Nkemayang – who pleaded guilty to wounding with intent and possession of an
offensive weapon at a previous hearing – followed the victim onto a Tube train, and the pair engaged in a knife fight.
The court heard that two off-duty police officers witnessed the incident.

Mr Molly summarised their witness statements: "They described the males flailing knives at each other,” he told the
court. "They were fighting each other with knives for 30 seconds.” He added that one witness said passengers were
left “screaming” and “hysterical", adding: "She said that the incident started with the defendant lunging towards
(the victim) with his knife.

"(The victim) then responded in kind, both males swinging knives in their hands.” The court heard that both males
were injured in the fight, with the 16-year-old receiving a two-and-a-half-inch wound to the left side of his torso.
Mr Molloy told the court that there was no CCTV footage of the knife fight, as the camera on the carriage was not
working. But CCTV footage from an adjacent carriage showed the aftermath of the knife fight, with Nkemayang
entering the carriage through the emergency doors.

Concerned passengers could be seen fleeing down the carriage as Nkemayang walked through it, with the knife
still in his hand. Mr Molloy said one passenger heard Nkemayang say: “I have stabbed him, I have murdered him.
I am going to go down for murder. If I had not killed him, and he comes for me, I will have to kill him.”

After the train pulled into Stockwell station, the defendant was apprehended on the platform by police and arrested.
Mr Molloy said that the 16-year-old refused to give a statement to police, and did not allow officers to take photographs
of his wound.

Speaking in mitigation for Nkemayang, Alejandra Tascon said: “This is a young man who was suffering from trauma
at the time of the incident. He himself having suffered a stabbing in October 2022, which he says led to him making
the biggest mistake of his life.”...'

My London Article:

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After reading the shocking severed head story with “large quantities of blood” I gotta balance the thread out with some light humor...

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Britain's ClownWorld continues and reminds me of a true story I posted in the archived RN website
many years ago. (An edited version of it is below the video)




A True Story.

During the days of my working-life and when the world didn't seem as crazy as it is today, I used to enjoy creative writing.
I still do, but the imagination-part seems to be on a sabbatical and I'll bet it's browning it's skin somewhere on a tropical
beach instead of developing it's muscles for a invigorating return to take me on another exciting journey!

The job I had was a solitary one. In another thread, I related how it involved image manipulation for a small newspaper
and included property-for-sale pictures, advertising logos and performing procedures to keep a conservative perception
to what the readers saw.

I worked evenings in a large office with nobody else except the odd Journalist who visited from another floor to ask a
favour or to give directions on how an image should be presented. Since the work wasn't dramatically time-sensitive,
I would occasionally type out an idea for a story and if I could flesh it out enough as a short piece of fiction, I'd dare
myself to post it on the company's public website for perusal.

Sadly, the site closed and many of the tales were lost. But during that twilight time, one my yarns -'Jason King Loves Me',
received a comment from someone that brought up an unusual situation that had no real connection with the story I had
offered.



Jason King was a character from the television world of my youth. The late-Peter Wyngarde played a famboyant author
who doubled as a crime-fighter and always got the girl. The part came as a spin-off from a series titled 'Department S',
a British seventies spy-fi adventure series that involved a 'hush-hush' Government outfit solving high-society political
corruption.

The manner that the character was projected always made me smile and considering Mr. Wyngarde's private tribulations
that led to his career suffering, when I wrote the piece, I steeled myself from mocking the public's view on homosexuality
at that particular period.

King was a womaniser, who enjoyed the high-life and good wine. But the realities of the actor and the television
entertainment rarely meet and the latter must always outweigh the former to keep the Blue Pill real in the minds
of the audience.
Sorry for the waffling, but it needed telling!

The light-hearted story was about a young and eager television production company employee who was involved in
the re-invention of the suave and appealing character. The stage-hand's self-meditations poked fun at the actors failings
that were rarely exposed and described the indulgent manner the thespian profession enjoys.

The young man becomes involved in a dangerous situation and a vagrant, a rough-looking stranger who'd crept onto
the set, swoops in and saves the employee from certain death. The dishevelled drifter was of course, the original actor
of Jason King.

There was a descriptive comment I wrote that made a simple tongue-in-cheek tale morph into a conduit between myself
and someone I still don't know to this day. The remark was: "...The smell of old urine hung about him, but I believe that
may have been due to his sleeping habits..." -from the saved-employee's depiction of his unkempt saviour.

The story had been on the website for around a month and the comment section -just like all the other stories on the
page branded 'Tales From The Clock Tower', I guessed would be empty.
But on this one Sunday evening, it wasn't (Cue dramatic music!)

Someone with a vague nom de plume that I cannot recall, had opined "I am offended that you accused my favourite
actor of smelling of urine!"

I gulped...! Nobody had ever judged my silly tales. In fact,  I had imagined that nobody had actually read my musings.
Under the single fluorescent light and with a semi-religious radio show murmuring in the background (it was a quaint local
channel and was the only frequency that the bashed-and-bruised radio set could pick up!)... I re-read the obiter dictum.
There was someone out there!

Looking around in the gloom of the darkened office, I nibbled my bottom-lip and holding my breath I typed my reply.
'Sorry... I'll change it' and I did. The sentence became something like: "...an aura of forgotten alleyways and damp
doorways"

The evening went on just as all the others before and I assumed, like the many stacked-up ahead of me in time.
At ten o'clock, I'd shuffle along to a nearby pub for a beer and roughhouse banter, then wandered back with my head
down to ignore whatever drunken bacchanal that staggered too close or asked from the shadows for a spare cigarette.
The Gotham Walk, I used to call it.

With flat-screen monitors still a facet of the 'Living-on-the-moon' dream they'd promised me as a kid, I approached my
desk from the same type of obscurity that the guy asking for a smoke lived in and wondered what the barrel-of-a-screen
would offer me next.

Sundays usually meant ten or fifteen feature images for a nice article about a fancy nearby mansion or a group of photos
that lend optics to a story on the days of steam trains. Tomorrow's deadline had passed and these were for Tuesday's
editions. Cropping, removing blemishes -especially with old images and colour appreciation were in my quiver and my
verve to deliver was my bow. The Journalists will be wanting to go home.

After appeasing the Gods on the next floor, I took out my last sandwich and reducing the work-board of my Photoshop
application down onto the lower bar on the screen, my late-evening meal trembled in my hand.
There was a reply to my reply.


"I was only joking, I like your stories" it said and my wide eyes glanced again towards the shadows, in case someone from
the newspaper company were playing tricks on me. Could it be one of them upstairs...? Could it be those purported to be
scribes of the public were revelling in mirth over my tenderfoot prose?

There was a small pile of hard-copy photographs resting in the Out-Tray on a day-shift employee's desk and I thought it
would be a good idea to deliver them back to the originators. If there's a group of Journalists guffawing at the ruse, I
would soon find out with the use of surprise.

I raced up the stairs and gathered myself before entering the News-desk.
"Er, here's Sally's photos" I mumbled, nonchalantly passing the only Journalist in the room and giving the clock a look-see,
I remembered that a Sunday midnight usually meant an early finish for the wordsmiths.

The young man in the poor tie waved a hand and went back to his typing. I dumped the pictures on Sally's desk and
wandered back to where the Journalist's clacking was the only sound in the room. "If there's nothing else, I'll get my
stuff together and call it a night" I said whilst scanning his computer screen. Looking up from his electronic alchemy
and offering features that translated to 'piss-off', he nodded and went back to his snooty high-magic. The internet on
his computer wasn't active.

Realising that running down the two flights of stairs after drinking beer and sitting on my ass for a living wasn't a
great idea, I steadied my breath as I looked at my own screen again. "I was wanting to ask you some advice and
I've emailed you something" the sentence said.
Oh Heavens!

.......................................

That long-dead server, once filled with websites showing ancient photographs of sepia seaside images, clunky gifs
decorating accounts of resurrecting a favoured post-war vehicle and someone pretending they could write fictional
tales, had the application where a viewer could contact the owner of a particular station.

I'd never used it before, but after a few single-finger endeavours, I arrived at the only message I'd received since
creating 'Tales From The Clock Tower' It was from the Jason King fan.

The email went something like this:

'Hello, I've been reading your stories for some time and I think -considering your place of work, you can help me.
I'm a retired teacher and along with my wife -who's still teaching there, was employed at a private all-boys school
that receives it's funding through donors and tuition fees.

During the years that I taught at the school I will not name, I noticed that many of the pupils from overseas seemed
to disappear. I know this sounds odd, but I assure you it's true. They would be in class for a couple of days and then
just not attend anymore. The housing of the pupils is on the school premises, but there just never seems to be any
commotion when a boy would stop going to class and unjustifiably leaving the school.

I was dumbfounded by the lack of concern and the Headmaster at the time advised me to just leave it alone.
He remarked that in many of the instances, the boys would just up-and-return back to his own country for various
reasons and luckily, a refund wasn't requested.

When I retired, the Headmaster also called it a day. A new chap took his place and to be candid, he reminded me of
a used-car salesman. From my wife's information, he looked on the disappearances as merely abscondence, a developing
youngster finding his manhood in a new country and the school keeping the price!

Due to my wife's position at the school, I cannot tell you anything more about the school as it may effect our income.
I apologise for the lack of details, but I wondered if your newspaper could investigate in such a way that offers no
impression of my contact.
What do you think?

Yours, the reader.'

I switched off the computer and put my sandwich box into my satchel. This wasn't right. My taxi-ride home found me
nodding at whatever the chirpy driver was telling whilst my mind roamed the world of Sherlock Holmes. "What do I think?"
-I mean, what could I possibly think?!

Young men from other lands coming here under the guise of being educated and then -either being kidnapped like out of
a drunken Enid Blyton story and kept for possibly barbarous acts, or slipping away to meet cohorts in the dead of night for
reasons of cunning and dangerous means.

It would be Tuesday before I went back to work and I arrived early. The Editor, a man younger than myself, was busying
himself in his office when I tapped on his door. Peter was always glad to to see me and didn't hold that aloofness some
Journalists seemed to carry when dealing with other departments.

Sitting across the desk from me with a look of attentiveness, he listened as I told him what I've told you.
The vertical blinds behind him struggled to staunch the sunlight from creating a deity-like aura around the Editor as he
digested the account of of the disappearing schoolboys. I commented that it would make a good story and if true, could
promote the newspaper in the environs of a competing industry.

"You're being trolled..." Peter announced -interrupting my sales-pitch, "...whoever this person is, he's playing you because
of where you work" he added. I had pondered this before, but considering I'd never related on the website that I was
employed at a newspaper, how would the unknown contact have known I would be the appropriate person?

I put this to Peter and added that even though the larger holding-company that owned the newspaper had built the server
for local community needs and a platform to advertise from, would it really make sense to scour the fifty-or-so websites in
hope of catching somebody who had access to a news outlet?

"Your email address has a media connection, that's how he got you... " he said sympathetically "...It's not much, but it does
imply you're connected to the company". I nodded because it made sense, my lack of internet knowledge was very limited
and the obvious had slipped by.

"I'd just leave it alone, if such a thing was happening, the Police and someone from the school would've contacted us by
now" the Editor added and with that, I thanked him for his sage advice and left to start work. Later back at my desk and
as the images for Wednesday's newspaper dwindled in my 'TO DO' folder, I thought about on a stranger had gotten the
better of me and yanked my chain good and proper. When my tasks were done, I warily opened the web-server to see
if the Troll had impatiently pushed his trick any further.

The Tales Of The Clock Tower didn't appear, instead there was something called 'Tales Of The Countryside' emblazoned
itself across my screen with quaint photographs of lamb-filled meadows and a snow-blasted hill range with a huddled
cottage enduring the weather. The labourer-fingers inherited from my father had bludgeoned the wrong keys.

On my own site, the private emails contained no messages about young frightened men in school uniforms bound in
rope in a dingy cellar or a gang of foreign youths from different countries clandestinely attempting a coup of traditions.
Apart from the initial message, everything was back to normal.

Pressing 'return' and not realising that it would take me back to the amateur-photographer's domain, I sighed as I lazily
followed the pictures and descriptions down to the bottom of the page. A lone willow tree at dusk and two fishing trawlers
tied on a lonely quayside tracked my idle inspection.

You know when when there's a thing called a 'Eureka moment'? When the air around you seems to compact and stop
sound, when it seems that the tactile world you know is always there, moves slightly to the right and you're momentarily
set adrift. That was what I felt.

Right at the bottom of web-page, just like my own repository of quixotic musings -with exception that the first part of
the address, this photographer's contact information was the same as mine. The individual titles of the web-pages made
up the first part of the address, but the final part related to the whole server! Any relevance to me and where I worked
wasn't there!

I quickly accessed my messaging area, opened a 'Reply' text box and gathered myself for the serious situation I'd found
myself. Looking over the large monitor to make sure no snickering Editor or chuckling Journalists were waiting in the gloom
of the unlit room, I carefully typed my thoughts to the retired teacher who worried for his lost boys.
.......................................

That was over thirty years-ago, Tales From The Clock Tower and it's fellow websites are long gone and I doubt even
the 'Archive Machine' could even find 'em. Whoever it was that first sent that message never replied to my email.
There's been no local scoop about missing schoolboys or wealthy families from abroad concerned that letters to their
male children go unanswered.

No bloated bodies wrapped in decaying school uniforms were dredged from nearby pools, nor were lost and unintelligible
youngsters discovered walking the highways and byways of England. Nothing.

Is the unknown education facility still accepting overseas pupils and allowing them to slip away into the hustle-and-bustle
of British society and all the while, caressing the currency for such strange journeys? Could it be that at the same time I
was hailing my cab in the night, shadows darker than the shadows surrounding them met in the crepuscule of the dank
alleyways and plotted their long-term schemes of calamity?

Who knows...? Well, maybe a stumbling storyteller and a retired follower of Jason King do.

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I won't comment.

Notting Hill Carnival violence ‘unacceptable’, say police, as youth brandish machetes

'The level of violence at Notting Hill Carnival is “unacceptable and unsustainable” the Metropolitan Police
Federation has said, as images emerged of men brandishing machetes on the streets of west London.


Diversity in action.

The photographs show a man dressed in black wielding a machete as crowds disperse around them at
Europe’s largest street party over the weekend. One group of revellers appeared to try and escape as one
man ran towards them.

A photographer wrote on Instagram: “The joyful atmosphere turned unexpectedly as an altercation broke
out nearby. “It was a truly disheartening moment, as the beauty of the carnival was overshadowed by this
unfortunate incident.”

It comes as Metropolitan Police Federation vice chairman Rick Prior told the Telegraph the level of violence
at Notting Hill Carnival was “unsustainable”. He said: “You can’t have it that every single year come Tuesday
morning we’re contemplating these types of injuries, this numbers of injuries and sexual assaults and stabbings.
It really is awful.”

Eight men were stabbed across the weekend, with two taken to hospital.
A 29-year-old man was rushed to hospital in a critical condition following a stabbing in Warfield Road shortly
after 9pm on Monday. He is now in a serious but stable condition. A teenager, 19, was stabbed in Ladbroke
Grove shortly before 8pm on Monday and taken to hospital.

Six other men aged 18, 19, 20, 25, 28 and 40 were stabbed in separate incidents throughout Monday evening.
None had life threatening injuries. Mr Prior added that the “nature of the geographic layout of Notting Hill and
the amount of people that come to this carnival now” facilitates “people with nefarious intent”.

In a post on X, formerly known as Twitter, the federation said the level of violence was “absolutely disgusting”.
“No wonder our members dread policing this event.” More than 50 Met officers reported being assaulted at the
carnival, including officers who were kicked, punched, spat on, bitten, head-butted and sexually assaulted,
the force said in an update on Tuesday.

Mr Prior told the Telegraph that officers had also been urinated on by people in upper floor windows.

Between Sunday and Monday more than 300 people were arrested, including for possession of offensive weapons,
assaults, possession of drugs and sexual offences. On Sunday there were 110 arrests and on Monday a further 198,
including 57 arrests for assaults on police officers, 71 for possession of an offensive weapon and 20 arrests for sexual
offences.


Summer time... and the stabbings are easy.

Deputy Assistant Commissioner Ade Adelekan, who oversaw the policing operation, said: “It is regrettable that for a
second year in a row, Monday night at Carnival has been marred by serious violence. “Nobody disputes the significance
of Carnival on London’s cultural calendar and the overwhelming majority of those who came will have had a positive
experience. “However, we cannot overlook the stabbings, sexual assaults and attacks on police officers that we have
seen.”

Mr Adelekan said the Met will give “thorough consideration to what may need to change in future years”.
Organisers of the event, Notting Hill Carnival Ltd, said those who carried out the attacks “have nothing to do with
Notting Hill Carnival or its values”. The statement said: “Notting Hill Carnival has once again been a spectacular
weekend of colour and sound, the culmination of a year’s long work, that results in this hugely important and
unique cultural event.


The Beast With Two Backs?

“Carnival is about these communities and people, who dedicate so much time, love, incredible creativity and
effort to the parade, sound systems, music, food, costumes and much more that makes up the event.”...'

The Evening Standard:

[Ninurta]

I won't comment.

Regarding the first part of that video, 1950's London, notice the horse riders. I've never understood why equestrians romp on a horse's back like that. I'm just a dumbass hillbilly, but when I'm on horseback, I move with the horse, I don't romp on it's spine like I'm trying to break it's back. If I was a horse, I'd kick the living shit out of anyone that got within my reach if they looked "equestrian". When I was at college at Virginia Intermont, they had an "Equestrian" program that was designed to teach rich kids (mostly rich girls - 'cause even rich girls gotta have a vocation!) how to ride a horse and then give them a degree (no shit, a DEGREE!) in horse-riding. They taught them that crazy romping crap too. Horses are expensive - why would anyone try to break one in half instead of take good care of it? Not to mention those silly outfits they wore, or those half-assed "saddles" that looked more like a saddle blanket than a proper saddle with a saddle horn and all.

Folks is funny. And often foolish.

As for the rest, I reckon I'll start keeping my machete close to my vest now, since that appears to be the weapon of the day these days. I don't know why they can't carry proper swords if they can carry machetes, but it ain't my city to figure out, I guess. And, if I ever go to London, rest assured that I will be wearing a heavy steel cod-piece - maybe they sell them on E-bay - just in case I get assaulted by one of those crazy Haitian or Dominican chicks in the same way they are assaulting those other poor hapless gentlemen in the videos. That looks pretty tragic and horrific. Some collard-green eatin' bitch come at me with an ass that's 40 axe-handles across the beam like that, and she's gonna get a surprise that she NEVER expected! I guarantee it won't be fun for her, since clearly it wouldn't be fun for me, either. I am prone to defend myself from any sort of assault, whether from man or beast... or what's trying to pass as a woman. Assault is assault. They'd be better off staying their asses at home and eating some more cookies than coming out and threatening me with dat ass!

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...When I was at college at Virginia Intermont, they had an "Equestrian" program that was designed to teach rich kids (mostly rich girls - 'cause even rich girls gotta have a vocation!) how to ride a horse and then give them a degree (no shit, a DEGREE!) in horse-riding. They taught them that crazy romping crap too. Horses are expensive - why would anyone try to break one in half instead of take good care of it? Not to mention those silly outfits they wore, or those half-assed "saddles" that looked more like a saddle blanket than a proper saddle with a saddle horn and all...

You're correct and your words say it all! The 'riding' through leafy parks of London in the fifties, sixties and seventies
was a display of pompous wealth of the upper-classes.

....As for the rest, I reckon I'll start keeping my machete close to my vest now, since that appears to be the weapon of the day these days. I don't know why they can't carry proper swords if they can carry machetes, but it ain't my city to figure out, I guess. And, if I ever go to London, rest assured that I will be wearing a heavy steel cod-piece - maybe they sell them on E-bay - just in case I get assaulted by one of those crazy Haitian or Dominican chicks in the same way they are assaulting those other poor hapless gentlemen in the videos. That looks pretty tragic and horrific. Some collard-green eatin' bitch come at me with an ass that's 40 axe-handles across the beam like that, and she's gonna get a surprise that she NEVER expected! I guarantee it won't be fun for her, since clearly it wouldn't be fun for me, either. I am prone to defend myself from any sort of assault, whether from man or beast... or what's trying to pass as a woman. Assault is assault. They'd be better off staying their asses at home and eating some more cookies than coming out and threatening me with dat ass!

You're correct and your words say it all! The twerking in the suburbs of Notting Hill today is a display of
bestial belief of current diverse classes.

[Ninurta]

....As for the rest, I reckon I'll start keeping my machete close to my vest now, since that appears to be the weapon of the day these days. I don't know why they can't carry proper swords if they can carry machetes, but it ain't my city to figure out, I guess. And, if I ever go to London, rest assured that I will be wearing a heavy steel cod-piece - maybe they sell them on E-bay - just in case I get assaulted by one of those crazy Haitian or Dominican chicks in the same way they are assaulting those other poor hapless gentlemen in the videos. That looks pretty tragic and horrific. Some collard-green eatin' bitch come at me with an ass that's 40 axe-handles across the beam like that, and she's gonna get a surprise that she NEVER expected! I guarantee it won't be fun for her, since clearly it wouldn't be fun for me, either. I am prone to defend myself from any sort of assault, whether from man or beast... or what's trying to pass as a woman. Assault is assault. They'd be better off staying their asses at home and eating some more cookies than coming out and threatening me with dat ass!

You're correct and your words say it all! The twerking in the suburbs of Notting Hill today is a display of
bestial belief of current diverse classes.

That sort of misbehavior is so common that they actually have a name for it? Well, I reckon "twerking" IS shorter and easier to say than "The attack of the giant flabby ass"!

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[EndtheMadnessNow]

PSA: Laughing gas in now prohibited! Banning drugs worked so well let's try this too! Schools and hospitals in danger of collapse but NITROUS OXIDE! Bloody hell!



Antisocial behaviour: how to get help

Nitrous oxide: Laughing gas ban could harm users, experts warn

In a letter to the government, seen by BBC Newsnight, 15 neurologists and related health experts say possession of the drug should not be criminalised.

Despite rising numbers of hospital patients suffering the effects of so-called laughing gas, they warn the ban could worsen the stigma around users.

The government has responded, saying it plans to go ahead with the ban.

Nitrous oxide is a colourless gas often sold in metal canisters. It is one of the most commonly used drugs by 16 to 24-year-olds,

Heavy use can lead to nerve-related symptoms - being unable to walk, falling over, or experiencing tingling or loss of sensation in the feet and hands. Some users have nerve-related bladder or bowel problems, erectile dysfunction or incontinence.

Supply of nitrous oxide for recreational use is currently banned - but possession is not.

And earlier this year, the government proposed an amendment to the law - which could come into force before the end of the year - meaning it would become illegal to possess the drug.

Writing to the minister for policing, Chris Philp, the 15 medical professionals say making possession of the drug illegal was "unlikely to translate to health benefits in our patients".

That is despite leading medics telling Newsnight they have seen an increase of nitrous oxide patients.

The author of the letter, Dr Alastair Noyce, Professor of Neurology and Neuroepidemiology, said the ban risked creating "fear of a criminal record" among young users.

"People may delay coming to hospital at a time when their symptoms are treatable," he said. "The net effect of that may be that they develop long-term harm damages."

He said there was "very little evidence that the criminalisation will lead to reductions in neurological harm and will impact people's opportunities who are not in education and employment".

The letter urged the government to fund a national education campaign in schools and through the media "to ensure the public understand the risks posed by nitrous oxide misuse".

Under the proposals, those found in possession of the drug could face up to two years in prison, an unlimited fine, or both. The government has launched consultations of the plan, both with experts and the public.

Experts have previously said a ban on laughing gas will not stop people using it. The Drug Science scientific charity said a blanket ban was "completely disproportionate" and "would likely deliver more harm than good".

However, Mohammad Ashfaq, who runs Kick It, a grassroots organisation in Birmingham, said the proposed ban would help stop misuse of the drug. "At the moment, it is very difficult for the police to completely eradicate," he said. "Communities are getting frustrated. The law will make a difference. It would be a lot clearer."

BBC Newsnight also spoke with Katherine Bramwell, from South Wirral, who said she didn't know anything about nitrous oxide until her son got addicted. She says he found it hard to get off the substance due to the psychological dependence.

"When you're the one going to pick your son off from somewhere and finding him just basically lay there - can't walk, can't speak. You know, you're waiting for a call to tell you that your son is dead."

In a statement to Newsnight, the government said it would proceed with the nitrous oxide ban. It said it had set out a "clear strategy" in its anti-social behaviour action plan "for the police to deal with the misuse of this substance".

It's been reported that the Covid vax has exhibited same symptoms in some people. Weird.


Hmm, is the pendulum starting to swing the other way? This will happen in the USA too. Just wait.





On the flip-side I've heard the Home Office is a department inside government run by the woke civil service who think they run the country.



When a problem comes along
You must whip it
Before the cream sets out too long
You must whip it
When something's going wrong
You must whip it

Shape it up
Get straight
Go forward
Move ahead
Try to detect it
It's not too late
To whip it
Whip it good.
-Devo

Cheers!

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Every Kid killed in Londinistan in 2023. I dunno, there's something...

[EndtheMadnessNow]

WTF is going on over there???


Witchcraft in Glasgow

PSA: Be aware of the use of El even (11) in the media, it’s used as a transition and gateway for energy harvesting.

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Story of the day...

A yoga class was mistaken for a "ritual mass murder" scene after members of the public saw several people lying on the floor and reported it to police.

Five police cars descended on the North Sea Observatory in Chapel St Leonards, Lincolnshire, on Wednesday night.

Yoga teacher Millie Laws said she thought reports of her being a "mass murderer" were a "joke at first".

Lincolnshire Police confirmed everyone was safe and well, and the call was made with "good intentions".



The 22-year-old teacher said she was teaching seven students at the Seascape Cafe, which is inside the building, when she saw two dog walkers peering closely through the glass window during the Shavasana or relaxation stage of the class.

"They're [students] laying down with blankets over them, their eyes are closed. It's very dark in there. I just had candles and little tea lights lit the whole room, and I was just walking around playing my drum. I had a nice floaty top on with large bell sleeves," she said.

"A couple with some dogs just came up to the window and were having a look in, but they walked off really quickly and I didn't think anything of it."

"I didn't know until after we left that these people phoned in saying that there was a mass murderer; they were wearing a robe and they were walking over all of the people, and it looked like some kind of ritual, and that the people on the floor were actually dead.

"I guess from the outside view it could look like that, because they're all really still, very nice and relaxed.

"I'm sure their imagination was running wild with what was going on."

Ms Laws, who had only moved to the area three months ago, said officers swooping on a "small little village in the middle of Lincolnshire is crazy".

"It's a bit surreal and funny.

"I feel really bad for whoever the person was who [phoned police] that would, of course, have been terrifying. So I do feel for them.

"But at the same time you've got to see the lighter side of it."

Managers at Seascape Cafe sought to reassure residents and thanked police for the prompt response.

They said on Facebook: "If anyone heard the mass of police sirens in Chapel St Leonards at 9.30pm last night then please be reassured.

"They were on their way to the Observatory after someone had reported a mass killing in our building, having seen several people laying on the floor... which actually turned out to be the yoga class in meditation.

"Thank you to Lincolnshire Police for their prompt response. I can't imagine for one moment what would have being going through their minds on the way."

The cafe regularly plays host to yoga classes with the Facebook post adding: "We are not part of any mad cult or crazy clubs.

"All in all, this situation turned out positive and we are of course grateful."

Lincolnshire Police confirmed the call was made at 20:56 BST "with good intentions".

A spokesperson said: "A call was made following concerns for the occupants of the North Sea Observatory, at Chapel St Leonards.

"Officers attended, we're happy to report everyone was safe and well."

Only the best from BBC news!

I guess the poor Karen freaked out. Journo's name checks out too.

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Because multiculturalism works.

Predator who said it was OK to try and rape sleeping woman at King's Cross Station locked up

The rapist has no remorse and told police he was just 'trying to help [the victim] sleep properly'

'A predator who tried to rape a sleeping woman at King's Cross station has been jailed. Amer Mohamed, 31,
and of no fixed address told police after his arrest that it was OK to rape somebody when they are asleep
because 'they aren't dead'.


Amer Mohamed... a special kind of Sandman.

Mohamed tried to rape the victim at around 5am on July 23, 2022. He approached the woman, who he had
never met, as she slept and she awoke to find Mohamed exposing himself and forcibly trying to rape her.

The victim challenged him and tried to stop him but Mohammed overpowered her and carried on the
determined attack for half an hour until her friend woke up and intervened. Later that morning, she
approached British Transport Police officers and the rapist was arrested at the scene and taken to
police custody.

When asked about consent in his police interview, Mohamed claimed that if someone was asleep it was ok
to have sex with them because 'they aren’t dead'. He was shown CCTV of the incident, which was captured
in its entirety, and claimed he was just “trying to help [the victim] sleep properly.”

On Thursday, October 19, Mohamed was sentenced to eleven years in prison and five years on licence. He
was previously found guilty of attempted rape at Inner London Crown Court on July 20, 2023.

'He has not only shown a complete lack of remorse for his actions but actively tried to defend himself'
Detective Constable Rachel Parfitt said: “I am incredibly pleased to see a significant custodial sentence
handed down to a Amer Mohammed today – particularly on behalf of the victim who after enduring such
an abhorrent attack, showed great courage in coming forward and supporting our investigation throughout.

It is because of such bravery that this vile predator has faced justice and will spend the foreseeable future
behind bars. “It is beyond contemptible that he has not only shown a complete lack of remorse for his actions
but actively tried to defend himself, claiming on record that it’s fine have sex with someone if they are asleep.
I will be absolutely clear that it is not and we will work relentlessly to ensure sexual offenders like him are
brought before the courts to face the full force of the law.”...'

My London: