No! by Thomas Hood
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds--
November!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds--
November!
Well, that may have been true in London in 1844, but global warming seems to have provided us with a cheerier November, here in the global North.
Here's the blogdog on Friday, racing through the cloud reflections on the number 4 Churchill Barrier beach. The barrier between the islands of Burray and South Ronaldsay has caused a massive build-up of sand to the east. This curving beach has formed in just 75 years. Sunken
blockships that were previously underwater have now been all but
completely buried by the sand. Just shows to go you that humans are continuously shaping and interacting with the environment. A mere 75 years and a little dog can run over a deep, broad beach where formerly there were ships on the sea; in an unintended consequence of measures taken to protect Orkney's Scapa Flow and the fleet from the Hun. Bear this in mind, ye Cop 27-ers. All of the time, Everywhere, humans are changing the environment. Cop 27 will be no more successful than Cop 26, 25, 24 etc, in halting the progression of global warming - especially since China has no intention whatsoever of reducing its use of fossil fuels, the oil states are vested in continuing to sell oil and the narco-states simply do not care. There's only one solution to that particular problem - legalise all drugs, everywhere, and hand over growing/manufacturing, processing, marketing and retail to Big Tobacco to produce a consistent, cheap product, preferably tax-free to deter acquisitive crime to purchase your drug of choice. But, mrs ishmael, many people will die. Well, if that was true, my response would be, yeah, good, there are too many people anyway. Likelihood is, though, some people would die, but the majority would make an accommodation with it in which their lives were enriched (or at least, altered), just as we have co-existed with alcohol for millennia - and there's no shortage of humans. Back to the Cop thing. Instead of the breast-beating, the target-setting, the shameless failure to meet those targets, the clever fellows need to find ways to mitigate the damaging consequences of global warming, melting icecaps, sea level increases, etc. Okay, the polar bears are fucked. And the coral reefs - but rather a lot of species have been driven into extinction by natural forces or human predation - and the planet is still here, and the human species is more successful than it ever was. The mitigation in Orkney for the unintended consequence of the appearance of Barrier Beach no. 4, is dogs and humans exercising, little terns breeding, and the creation of The Viking, mute testament to the human desire to make art:
So, global warming will re-shape the edges of existing land masses, and cause human migration on a massive scale as populations move away from low lying coastal areas. Britain will lose some of its archipelagos, the Thames will need some firm civil engineering to stop it inundating Westminster and the inland North will become more popular. But global warming will also free land locked under ice and glaciers, land rich in minerals and potential and the mitigation? Maybe Arctic vineyards and Antarctic oilfields.
The Scottish Government were round my house the other day, checking that I'm doing my housework. In the last 4 weeks, they enquired, have you done any hoovering? Any dusting? Ironing? Tidying? Washing floors and paintwork? Despite the evidence to the contrary, as they sat in my chaotic living room, they accepted my word for it that I had been doing these things, and went on to enquire if, in the last 4 weeks, I had moved any heavy furniture, done spring cleaning, walked with heavy shopping for 5 minutes or more, cleaned my windows or scrubbed my floors with a scrubbing brush. They then wanted to know if I had mowed my lawns with a power mower, hoed, weeded or pruned, planted flowers or seeds (November, for fuck's sake!), done any decorating, household repairs, washed and polished my car or done any car maintenance. They checked if I had been clearing rough ground or digging in the last 4 weeks, done any brick-laying, mowed my grass with a hand mower, cut down any trees, chopped up wood, mixed or laid concrete, moved heavy loads or refitted a kitchen or bathroom.
There were two of them, a bloke Scottish Government functionary and a totty S.G.F. They'd brought with them an Apparatus for measuring the height of the Scottish population and set it up in my hallway. It was a bit complicated, with places to put my feet, and instructions about how to place my head and a device that descended onto the crown of my head. I was pleased to note that I seemed to have gained an inch since the last time I was measured two years ago. They wanted to know how many teeth I have. They let me choose which ethnic group I belonged to: are you White Scottish, White Irish, White Polish, White Gypsy, White Roma, White Showman/Showwoman?
No, none of the above - I'm White English.
We'll put you down as White Other British, then.
When I told the ishmaeling about the Scottish Government coming round, she said: "And you let them in? What is the matter with you, Mother? How do you know it was the Scottish Government checking on the housework and not the Immigration Resettlement Officers, looking to offload some Ukrainian Single Ladies or fit, healthy young Albanian males with dark stubble?"
Well, they did have Scottish Government ID badges and they also wanted to know if I had Fever, Fatigue, Diarrhoea, Loss of Smell, Shortness of breath, Vertigo, Insomnia, Headache, Nausea, Loss of Appetite, Sore Throat, Chest Pain, Anxiety, Memory Loss, Confusion, Muscle Aches, Abdominal Pain, Loss of Taste, Cough, Palpitations, Low Mood, Difficulty Concentrating or Other.
"Ah," she said, carefully, "That'll be the Cull. Did they leave a pill with you, by any chance?"
The Scottish Health Survey 2022 coming to especially chosen households in Scotland to check on the housework. Interesting that, in all its publications, the Scottish Government refuses to allow White English people, or Black English people, to confess that they are, indeed, English, but categorises them as Other British. The 2011 Scottish Census allowed folk to identify their UK country of origin - the 2022 census doesn't. So, in 2011, we know that 83.3% of Scotland's population was born in Scotland. Of the 10.7% who were not, who were from the UK; 459,000 were born in England, 37,000 in Northern Ireland and 17,000 in Wales. The single largest contributor to Scotland's population - around 40% of non-Scottish - is its big neighbour - England. And what thanks do we get for helping out? Nothing but rabid vilification. Scotland's demographic profile is such that they are desperate for migrant working-age adults, preferably of child-bearing years, because Scottish mothers are refusing to have babies. Can't blame them, really. So Scotland welcomes Ukrainian Ladies and Sturdy Albanians. But not Other British (English).
The Scottish Health Survey 2022 coming to especially chosen households in Scotland to check on the housework. Interesting that, in all its publications, the Scottish Government refuses to allow White English people, or Black English people, to confess that they are, indeed, English, but categorises them as Other British. The 2011 Scottish Census allowed folk to identify their UK country of origin - the 2022 census doesn't. So, in 2011, we know that 83.3% of Scotland's population was born in Scotland. Of the 10.7% who were not, who were from the UK; 459,000 were born in England, 37,000 in Northern Ireland and 17,000 in Wales. The single largest contributor to Scotland's population - around 40% of non-Scottish - is its big neighbour - England. And what thanks do we get for helping out? Nothing but rabid vilification. Scotland's demographic profile is such that they are desperate for migrant working-age adults, preferably of child-bearing years, because Scottish mothers are refusing to have babies. Can't blame them, really. So Scotland welcomes Ukrainian Ladies and Sturdy Albanians. But not Other British (English).
Peter Hitchens, in a recent debate in London, spoke to the motion: ‘Now is the Time To Make Peace in Ukraine’. He said that in Ukraine "virulent nationalism has been predominant, rather than the civic nationalism that you find in Scotland. It’s easier to be a non-Scot in Scotland than an ethnic Russian in Ukraine. Half the difficulty", he said, "is the ugly strain of Ukrainian nationalism that made life difficult for ethnic Russians in Ukraine". Of course the motion was overwhelmingly defeated, such is the pro-war, pro-Ukrainian support created by the media and politicians - this messy Eastern European conflict will drag on to its end, whatever that is, and whatever the cost in lives and crashed economies. But I was interested in the distinction Hitchens drew between virulent and civic nationalism. Just words, I suspect. But we do know that the Azov Battalion made life hell for ethnic Russians in Ukraine - Godsake, Panorama has filmed their arrogant, cruel, destructive violence - there was and is, justification in Putin's war aim to protect ethnic Russians in Eastern Ukraine. And I have never had to face Scottish National vigilantes - but I have been exposed, to paraphrase Hitchens, to the ugly strain of Scottish nationalism that makes life difficult for ethnic English people in Scotland. And I'm living in one of the most tolerant parts of Scotland.
Who the Fucketty-fucking-fuck is Gavin Fucking Williamson?
Meanwhile, His Majesty's Inspectorate of Constabulary and Fire and Rescue Services has inspected 29 police forces over the last two years. It has rated 14 of them to be either "inadequate" or "requires improvement" in the area of "investigating crime". In the area of "responding to the public" they did even less well, with 16 forces either inadequate or requiring improvement. Devon and Cornwall Police was placed in special measures last month when inspectors found it "does not answer, or respond to, emergency or non-emergency calls within adequate timeframes and too many calls are abandoned."
And, in other other news, the Right Reverend Steven Croft, Bishop of Oxford, has been having a bit of a think and has decided that he has been dreadfully old-fashioned and just wrong, in thinking that the teachings of the Christian Church for two thousand years that marriage is a sacred sacrament between a man and a woman are currently applicable. He has apologised. Steven Croft, Halifax lad, married to Ann and father to four children, now believes that the Church of England should allow same-sex marriage for both its congregation and its clergy, and wants to acknowledge the 'acute pain and distress of LGBTQ+ people in the life of the Church'. Which reminds me of this little piece by mr ishmael:
ARCHBISHOP SPEAKS OUT ON CHANGES TO MARRIAGE LAW
6th March 2012
Just because my dog is not a woman doesn't mean we can't be married, said Mr Brian Eczema, a prominent human rights activist, and animal rights, too, sort of. Rover and I have a deep love for each other and an abiding mutual respect; there is no reason for the state to discriminate between us and men and women engaged in so-called proper or natural marriages. What could be more natural than a man and his dog proclaiming their love in front of the whole world. Or barking it. And having that love solemnised in lawful marriage? I betcha, continued Mr Eczema, that Rover and I are much happier than many so-called married people. I know that we cannot procreate, or not yet, anyway, although science is making great strides in inter-species breeding, or Monster Medicine as it is somewhat unkindly known.
"We must protect true meaning of marriage", says Roman Catholic leader
The true meaning of marriage is in danger of being lost under David
Cameron’s plans to extend it to any bastard who wants it, the leader
of five million Roman Catholics in England and Wales will warn this
weekend.
Redefining marriage
to include homosexuals would be a “profoundly radical step” stripping
it of its “distinctive nature”, the Most Reverend Vincent Nichols, will
say. And we should burn these fuckers at the stake, just like in the
good old days. Cut their goolies off and feed them to the dirty fucking
bastards.
The warning, the most significant
intervention yet into the debate on gay marriage, is in a letter to
be read from the pulpit in 2,500 churches during Mass this Sunday. It
has been seen by The Daily Filth-O-Graph as the Government prepares
to announce the terms of a national consultation on a proposed change
to the law on marriage.
The last time the leadership of the Roman
Catholic Church intervened on a political issue, during the threat to
impose quotas on faith schools in 2007, ministers climbed down
within days.
Significantly, the letter,
co-signed by the Archbishop of Southwark, the Most Reverend Peter
Smith, adopts a strikingly moderate tone, in contrast with that of
Cardinal Keith O’Brien, the leader of the Roman Catholic Church in
Scotland, who accused the Coalition of a “grotesque subversion” at the
weekend.
Just because my dog is not a woman doesn't mean we can't be married, said Mr Brian Eczema, a prominent human rights activist, and animal rights, too, sort of. Rover and I have a deep love for each other and an abiding mutual respect; there is no reason for the state to discriminate between us and men and women engaged in so-called proper or natural marriages. What could be more natural than a man and his dog proclaiming their love in front of the whole world. Or barking it. And having that love solemnised in lawful marriage? I betcha, continued Mr Eczema, that Rover and I are much happier than many so-called married people. I know that we cannot procreate, or not yet, anyway, although science is making great strides in inter-species breeding, or Monster Medicine as it is somewhat unkindly known.
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Whilst we have a little poetry, here’s one I found just recently
Bloody Orkney
This bloody town's a bloody cuss No bloody trains, no bloody bus, And no one cares for bloody us In bloody Orkney.
The bloody roads are bloody bad, The bloody folks are bloody mad, They'd make the brightest bloody sad, In bloody Orkney.
All bloody clouds, and bloody rains, No bloody kerbs, no bloody drains, The Council's got no bloody brains, In bloody Orkney.
Everything's so bloody dear, A bloody bob, for bloody beer, And is it good? - no bloody fear, In bloody Orkney.
The bloody 'flicks' are bloody old, The bloody seats are bloody cold, You can't get in for bloody gold In bloody Orkney.
The bloody dances make you smile, The bloody band is bloody vile, It only cramps your bloody style, In bloody Orkney.
No bloody sport, no bloody games, No bloody fun, the bloody dames Won't even give their bloody names In bloody Orkney.
Best bloody place is bloody bed, With bloody ice on bloody head, You might as well be bloody dead, In bloody Orkney .
There's nothing greets your bloody eye But bloody sea and bloody sky, 'Roll on demob!' we bloody cry In bloody Orkney.
Hamish Blair
Hope you like it.
It's a good 'un, mr inmate, supposedly written by Captain Blair, but also variously attributed to other servicemen stationed in Orkney during the Second World War. In addition to the litany of complaints listed in Bloody Orkney, you could add the "Orkney drip" - a persistent nasal secretion afflicting all the servicemen, rendering even more miserable long hours of guard duty in the fog, wind and rain. I have the Orkney arthritis, but Glucosamine keeps it at bay
The following riposte is sometimes credited to Orcadians but apparently it sounds more like main(or low-)land Scots to them as knows these things :
Captain Hamish 'Bloody' Blair
Isnae posted here nae mair
But no-one seems tae bloody care
In bloody Orkney.
And you have to assume Dr Clarke must have had it in mind when he came up with Chicken Town. Whatever - nowt wrong with a well-wrought remix.
mr verge has to be right - John Cooper Clarke must have come across Bloody Orkney at some point - its spirit lives in Evidently Chicken Town. Here's a link to the whole thing https://johncooperclarke.com/poems/evidently-chickentown
and the last verse:
The fucking pies are fucking old
The fucking chips are fucking cold
The fucking beer is fucking flat
The fucking flats have fucking rats
The fucking clocks are fucking wrong
The fucking days are fucking long
It fucking gets you fucking down
Evidently Chickentown
That’s the fella I was thinking of mr verge, yes chicken town. ‘though I do like Dr. JCC’s TWAT, my favourite.
Dr John could be describing Anthony Charles Lynton Satan, with lyrics of TWAT.
You Tube has a recent offering, mr inmate, very on-point for stanislav fans. Paste this into a search box :
"John Cooper Clarke - Some cunt used the N word"
Interesting sidebar - the video is dated 2015, but the poem (one of his best, I'd hazard) was not included in the book ("Luckiest Guy Alive") published in 2018. Scaredy-cat publishers? At least it does have "Get Back On Drugs You Fat Fuck".
The Snowman: brings back memories of when my two kids were toddlers. They were addicted to it and watched it scores of times, always with the same result - floods of tears at the end when the Snowman melted. Excellent production. Mary Poppins was also a big favorite with Julie Andrews - there is a big lesson in that for adults as well as toddlers.
over the past decade or two, mrs ishmael, the british and american governments, in their obsessive neo-liberal pursuit of ultimate geo-political power, have seen fit to arm-to-the-bloody-teeth both white supremacist gangsters - in ukraine - and violent al qaeda islamists - in syria and libya...
however, given that, in britain's last three general elections and eu-membership referendum, electoral success has been firmly predicated upon our government keeping white supremacist polish gangsters out of the uk, i find it extremely difficult to imagine how the conservatives - or so-called opposition-socialists - now hope to attract british votes by not only arming white supremacist ukrainian gangsters, but even inviting such nazi-venerating criminals, along with their racist families, into our multi-cultural british homes and communities.
indeed, if britain's political élite truly believes that only white uk citizens have voted to keep white supremacist gangsters out of britain, then it needs to wake up and smell the continental coffee very smartly.
moreover, if any british government reckons that arming a brutal bunch of white supremacists in ukraine does not encourage race-hatred back here in the uk, then i can honestly state that such a pig-ignorant administration has absolutely no business whatsoever holding power in this our marvellous miscegenous and multi-cultural country.
ah, joe biden, joe biden...
what a comedian, eh...?
and what a chamaeleon too.
now, they say he was elected lawfully, of course...
but you only have to watch one of his blinding performances in the press-briefing room to apprehend, beyond all reasonable doubt, that the 2020 election had to be rigged.
just awful, awful...
yes folks, the evidence of electoral fraud stands there in the white house every day...
right before your very eyes.
oh wow, i bet you guys didn't know this, but there's actually two joe bidens walking around town...
i think you call them doppelgängers or summat, however you'll have to excuse my german, as it's not too hot these days...
yeah, i'm really swedish, you see...?
...so anyway my friends, i can tell you for a fact that those of us blessed with grey - or even orange - hair have definitely noticed two joe bidens wandering god's good earth:
first, there's the white supremacist war-monger from back in the 80s, 90s, an' noughties...
and then there's the kind caring model of progressive sainthood whom we all recognize and respect today...
but who somehow just hasn't the heart to say "no" to those white supremacist gangsters from ukraine...
when they come a-crawlin' to our white house - a-beggin' and a-scrounging for guns 'n rockets.
thus, i give you president joe robinette biden jr: what a big bad joke, eh folks?
for your information, mrs ishmael, the conniving cunt otherwise known as gavin williamson is a cia-cocksucking eu-schmoozing nato-imperialist whore - who has his strings yanked by washington and is a highly decorated lockdown-nazi.
on the subject of washington interference in british democracy, furthermore, it now transpires that "king kong" kwasi may not have been to blame for the global economic recession, after all...
for whilst the labour party disingenuously, and discriminatively, insisted upon portraying poor old kwasi as "the nana from ghana", it was in fact the old lady of threadneedle street who - under orders from the brit-'n-brexit-hating white house - suddenly announced her intention to sell off gilts just two days prior to minister kwarteng's mini-budget - and it was thus she who deliberately caused sterling to crash, along with our first african-british chancellor's career.
the bank, it seems, went on a bender from monetary reality - at the strict behest of biden and his boys in the cia.
Fucketty-fuck Williamson was cross that he'd not been invited to the Queen's funeral, hence firing a round of fucks from his fucketty-fuck machine. Sunak was well aware that Wendy Morton had lodged a formal complaint against Fucketty when he appointed him to his current Cabinet position. When Fucketty was Chief Whip himself, he kept a pet tarantula called Cronus on his desk, and boasted of the damage he could do to Conservative colleagues with a sharpened carrot. Teresa May sacked him from his role as defence secretary after compelling evidence that Fucketty had leaked National Security information to the Chinese. Not sacked for long enough, though - Boris appointed him as education secretary, in which role he presided over the gross inflation of exam grades during Lockdown - and sacked him last year. Sunak rewarded Fucketty for supporting him in the Leadership Games by appointing him as minister without portfolio - which means he gets to sit in Cabinet meetings but doesn't have a job. There are now reports that he attempted to blackmail a female colleague into voting with the government by confronting her with her private life. Looks like Fucketty is heading for his third sacking. What do these Prime Ministers see in him? Is it the sharpened carrot?
thanks, mrs ishmael, for providing us with the chequered bio of the chancer alternatively known as the minister of state without portfolio; i reckon you've called it right, by-the-way: what exactly is mr fucketty's job...?
ok, so he's obviously a vital cia-succoured cog in the globalist inner circle, yet however can the right dishonourable gavin williscum still be in post...?
must be nobbing rishi
the minister without shame rose in rank having received a bog-standard comprehensive education - and sports the pretty-boy looks of a playgirl-centrefold...
unfortunately however, sir gavin williscum is definitely not working for this country, and will now have to resign in order to spend more time with his tarantula.
anyhow, whatever the outcome of the latest sleaze-fest, this ain't gonna end happily for britain's umpteenth pubicly schooled prime minister:
i know an old wykehamist who swallowed a fly;
i don't know why she swallowed a fly – perhaps she'll die.
i know an old wykehamist who swallowed a spider,
that wriggled and wiggled and tickled inside her;
she swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
but i don't know why she swallowed the fly – perhaps she'll die.
i know an old wykehamist who swallowed a bird;
now how absurd, to swallow a bird.
she swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
that wriggled and wiggled and tickled inside her;
she swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
but i don't know why she swallowed the fly – perhaps she'll die.
i know an old wykehamist who swallowed a cat;
now fancy that, to swallow a cat.
she swallowed the cat to catch the bird,
she swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
that wriggled and wiggled and tickled inside her;
she swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
but i don't know why she swallowed the fly – perhaps she'll die.
i know an old wykehamist who swallowed a dog;
what a hog, to swallow a dog.
she swallowed the dog to catch the cat,
she swallowed the cat to catch the bird,
she swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
that wriggled and wiggled and tickled inside her;
she swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
but i don't know why she swallowed the fly – perhaps she'll die.
i know an old wykehamist who swallowed a goat;
she just opened her throat, and swallowed a goat.
she swallowed the goat to catch the dog,
she swallowed the dog to catch the cat,
she swallowed the cat to catch the bird,
she swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
that wriggled and wiggled and tickled inside her;
she swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
but i don't know why she swallowed the fly – perhaps she'll die.
i know an old wykehamist who swallowed a cow;
i don't know how she swallowed a cow.
she swallowed the cow to catch the goat,
she swallowed the goat to catch the dog,
she swallowed the dog to catch the cat,
she swallowed the cat to catch the bird,
she swallowed the bird to catch the spider,
that wriggled and wiggled and tickled inside her;
she swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
but i don't know why she swallowed the fly – perhaps she'll die.
i know an old wykehamist who swallowed a horse...
she's dead, of course.
copyright © 2020-2022 sir gavin knobcheese
And - whoops, he's gone!
indeed, the minister without portfolio is now also without a cabinet-job, mrs ishmael, yet in retrospect, even max randycock would have been a better, and less embarrassing, choice as cabinet non-minister than evil arsehole williscum.
In other news, Mrs I, the bridge in Crimea (the Kerch Bridge) is repaired and full operational.
In other other news, the mid terms seem to be encouraging Trump. Shame we have to wait two years for a change in foreign policy from our cousins over the water.
mrs ishmael, from the recent us election-results one must infer that the american economy is in fine fettle, and that americans are absolutely a-ok about the costly neo-imperialist vanity-war which their nazi-nurturing government has needlessly incited against russia - and the prosecution of which, by-the-by, is systematically decimating each and every european economy.
in fact, one must conclude from these american election-results that britain - together with almost every other european nation - can no longer consider the united states a trusted ally, and that we should immediately start throwing all us citizens out of this country - along with their god-damned nukes.
moreover, as i followed sky's news-coverage of the mid-term elections, i just could not fail to notice how the cia-controlled media was pushing the carefully pre-prepared neo-liberal narrative that 'the age of trump is over'.
against the drift of polling-predictions, biden's deep-state democrats seem to have done just enough to frustrate republican ambition - and consequently, donald trump is not only furious, but understandably smells a big fat anti-democratic rat.
in fact, mrs ishmael, it was the british bullshitting corporation's newsnight-programme which, since kiev's 2014 cia-backed coup d'état, had been assiduously investigating the far-right's rising influence within the ukrainian establishment - however, upon the false ascendancy of the biden-administration, the neo-imperialist bbc sycophantically, and corruptly, chose to bury all the evidence it had previously gathered of ukrainian state-sponsored neo-nazism, and accordingly, the neo-liberal numpties at broadcasting house have now lost all journalistic credibility.
how fucking pathetic is that?
in 2018, bbc-newsnight actually made a follow-up documentary on the subject of ukrainian state-sponsored fascism, but it transpires that, even in 2017, questions were already being raised in the house of commons with regard to bbc journalistic integrity and the corporation's wishy-washy coverage of ukraine.
of course, one of the worst aspects of this neo-colonial bbc-fraud is that british citizens are forced to pay for it via the anachronistic tv licence-fee.
wankers
Apologies, ishmaelites, I misremembered - of course it was Newsnight, not Panorama, that made the documentary about the Azov Battalian's excesses - and very scary it was, too. Thanks to mr ultrapox for setting me right. It is worth following his link and watching the documentary if you haven't seen it already.
as regards your confusion of panorama with newsnight, mrs ishmael, i am sure this was just a deliberate mistake designed to keep us all on our toes...
i mean, how could you possibly forget that bbc-newsnight made a documentary about the state-sanctioned rise of white supremacism in ukraine, when newsnight's programme-logo - in the form of a wolfsangel - itself simply drips with naked nazi-symbolism?
heil davie
according to glyn secker at counterfire, the neo-fascist infiltration of the ukrainian government is both overt and deep:
neo-fascism, nato and russian imperialism: an overview of left perspectives on ukraine - part 2
the rigorous investigation carried out by journalists at such publications as counterfire and grayzone pours shame on the nato puppets and propagandists which pretentiously populate the british media; the professionally corrupt bbc can now pack its bags and save us paying the tv licence-fee, thank you.
Thank you, mr ultrapox, I read the essay - rather distressing.
on the rather embarrassing subject of the bbc 'accidentally' forgetting that which it has previously reported, i'm afraid there's more, mrs ishmael:
bbc newsnight - 2015
the far-right group threatening to overthrow Ukraine's government
and even more:
bbc news - 2014
ukraine underplays role of far right in conflict.
So, mr ultrapox, at one point, pre-Zelensky, the BBC was a reliable reporter. For most of this year, however, they seem to have become a major part of a propaganda campaign to support plucky little Ukraine and to forget about the Wolfsangel.
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