July 31, 2012

Chewsday Chuckle

Nothing much happening on the rebellion front, so I thought I would bung up some stolen piccies.

Click to enhugulate if need be.

If you are not watching the Olympic Shames, scores on the doors are as follows:

Team Gee Bee-2 silvers, 2 bronzeses.

If the cost estimates are accurate, that's around £10 billion per medal.

I'm so pleased I "voluntarily" chipped in £1,000.


July 28, 2012

Saturday Puzzle

Anyone care to explain this?

Regulars know that I am no tin-foil hatter. I prefer to ask those basic questions and go from there.

But WTF is going on here?

If you have a theory, please share it.


July 27, 2012

Friday Funnies

This week's Friday Funnies is dedicated to the good Captain Haddock, who sailed away from us on 10th July. We shall see you in Elysium, Cap'n! Keep the beer cold for us.

Full story here for those of you that didn't know, or didn't come across his great writings on various blogs.

Here we go:

Increase your self-esteem.

Oh, is that the time?

We all need an outlet for our sexual frustrations.

Translation for Weegies:

Should have gone to....

Can't wait to hear the crowds chant his name...

Time for a remake?

"Fatman: The Slimmening".

Safe as houses. Good work, fella!

This will annoy the feminists..

This would annoy the stupid but they won't get it.

For clarity: the "stupid" are the 2% in the graph.

Slim pickings this week. There were thousands of images of the Olympics but I really couldn't be arsed.

Have a great weekend, yall.


Welcome To Absurdistan

Is it just me, or does this nation get more fucked up with each passing day?

Tonight we see the launch of a spectacle that is costing a bankrupt nation around £40 billion. Original costs were £2.5 billion. Will anyone bat an eyelid at this horrendous miscalculation? Hell no. For two weeks this bovine nation will stare, agog, as people from all over the world attempt to run, swim or cycle a nanosecond faster than everyone else. We will gasp, as people try to jump higher, or further, than the other competitors. Whoop de fucking doo.

We live in a country where the police can kill us, knowing that they will be set free. 1,463 people have died since 1990 and not one single conviction. I simply must get me one of those uniforms. I already have a target list of 650.....

We live in a country where the monarch has openly, and repeatedly, violated her Coronation Oath. Her contract with the people is broken, yet people care more for the latest title tattle in the shitey mainstream press. Those same newspapers, once lauded as "Champions of the People" have sunk lower than a snakes belly. They collude with the police, they hack phone calls, they tap phones, and yes, they have been caught but does anyone seriously imagine any of them will go to gaol? Really? Call me. I have some unicorns, pixie dust and working wands for sale.

We live in a country where the banks are so corrupt we need to rethink the definition of corrupt. They are on a whole new level of corrupt. They cannot manage their businesses effectively and in the real world, they would go bust. They would fail, and rightly so. But we aren't in the real world, Dorothy. We are in fucking Oz. Where the corridor to the Boardroom is paved with gold. The back door, reserved for those who do spectacularly badly, is paved with gold and diamonds. "Did you fuck up sir? No matter. Have £9 million. Go, and sin no more. Not with this bank, at least."

We live in a country where the judiciary is broken almost beyond repair. You couldn't get justice in this country if you fucking paid for it. The monarch is a citizen now, an EU citizen first mind you, then a UK citizen, and no court in the land can get its authority from a bog standard citizen. And what do we do about that travesty? Fuck all.

We live in a country where both our written and unwritten constitution is ignored by parliament. No surprise there. The place is filled with EU lickspittles who have no notion of nationhood. If they had, ECA 1972 would never have seen the light of day. But they do have great careers in the EU to look forward to. The pay, the perks, the conditions, hell, even the two day work-week beats the crap out of their current jobs in the HoC. British parliament is merely a stepping stone to greater things. If you possess integrity, honesty or honour, the House of Commons is no place for you. Values that we took for granted in our MPs of long ago are now seen as disqualifications for entry.

And come 2015, we will queue up like lemmings to vote in a new lot. We will demand that they be different from the last lot. We will be lied to in the run-up to the general election, and, as usual, we will believe those lies. We will vote, and we will be deeply, deeply disappointed yet again. We will prove that repeating the same experiment whilst expecting different results really is the definition of insanity.

Will that stop us?

Will it fuck.

We live in a country where those who are supposed to represent us, are supposed to do our bidding, willfully ignore us. There is no recourse. They cannot be deselected. For that, we have to wait five years. We have to witness the lying, the cheating, the stealing, the out-and-out law-breaking sometimes, before we can do anything about it. They can, and do, live high on the hog for five years and all we can do is watch.

Of course it is all manipulated. It is manufactured. It is all a side-show. It is entertainment to the Elites. If, as some suggest, we are merely an ant farm to God, we are even less than that to these "public servants". We are bacteria. To be watched, to be observed, to be controlled utterly.

And we put up with it. We put up with it because we have had "no" stripped from our DNA. We have no idea just how powerful the word is. And those of us that do know are dismissed as nutters. Trouble-causers. Idiots.

The truth is simple: they need your consent for everything. Everything. Remove your consent and the world changes. The game changes. Their attitude towards you changes. Those freedoms that we gave away without shedding a drop of blood? They all come back. They all come home. Where they belong.

They were only ever a heartbeat away.

If you truly want your country back you are going to have to practice saying no. You are going to have to be an awkward sod. A trouble-causer. An instigator. A challenger. A rebel.

It is simpler than you think. Many are actively doing this today, right now.

Join in. Or else STFU about the state of the nation.

Because you made it so.


July 25, 2012

Chancers Of The Exchequer

Want to see how an Idiocracy is managed financially?

Cast your peepers over this sorry lot.

(Click pic to unsmallen).

Can you believe the staggering incompetence of the Labour mob?


Har De Har

Boris Johnson explains the games.

Closer to the truth than LOCOG would ever dare to admit.

Whose up for a Pepsi and a Whopper?


Mid Week Mirth

The economy has tanked, there are more soldiers on the streets of London than on the ground in Afghanistan, the Zil lanes are operational today and the outlook is particularly gloomy.

So I thought I would bung up some pictures. All are nicked from somewhere so if you recognise one of yours, you have our thanks.

Most speak for themselves, but if you have a suggested caption, go for it.

Let's go:

Artists impression of Rebekkkkah Brookkkks in gaol.

And finally...

Never ever ever forget this.


July 23, 2012

Police Visit Ranty

About 30 minutes ago one of my dogs went ballistic. This is not unusual. He barks like crazy for almost no reason at all.

He had good reason this time. Two policemen were knocking on the front door. I walked from my office (which is remote from the house) towards the front door and shouted hello. They came to my back gate. "Are you Captain Ranty?" asks one. "What's this all about" I ask in return.

"Well, our Chief Constable has asked us to ask you about Lioness Law", says he.

"What do you need to know?" I ask.

"Well, the chief thinks that you may be a victim of fraud, or a scam, and he wanted us to make sure you were okay".

(At this point he shows me the Notice sent to the CC of Grampian Police by the Lioness. Handwritten is an instruction from the CC to make sure Captain Ranty is okay).

"I am fine", I reply. "This is no fraud, no scam, I am not a victim".

"Can you tell us more about it then? And, can we come inside?"

"No, I'd rather do this here, it won't take long" says I.

I then proceeded to give them the low-down on Lioness Law, Lawful Rebellion, affidavits to the monarch, ECA 1972, treason, the Barons Committee of 2001, and a whole heap of other stuff discussed at this very blog. One copper got it straight away, and the other seemed reluctant to discuss it too deeply. He said that he wasn't meant to discuss politics at all.

They both seemed genuinely fascinated. I got a bit iffy when they started to ask for my details and ended the conversation. They said they wanted my phone number in case the chief had more questions. I said I would be delighted to visit with the chief to enlighten him as well. They reckoned he may well ask me to do that. I showed them my Lioness Law card and explained that if they had come to arrest me I would have handed it to them, and that they were then meant to call their chief for instructions.

The word "rebellion" caused a bit of fuss but when I explained that it was peaceful, and lawful, they both relaxed a bit more. I said that violent rebellion didn't look too rosy for most of us, because "You", I said, "Have all the guns". Neither knew how many new "laws" had been passed last year, or this year. I asked them. They were stunned to hear how many had been passed. Neither knew that the crime of treason had been reported to over 80 police stations.

Neither seemed to be aware that their (ultimate) boss had abdicated.

Both saw the logic immediately though: if the queen is in error, then so are they, and the courts, and everyone who swore an oath to the monarch. Their authority is negated. I did explain that in the absence of authority they resort to force. "Which is easy, but it isn't right", I said. Both nodded.

Both said that they would have a look around the various blogs and websites. I told them to search for Lawful Rebellion.

That's two bobbies educated.

Only 97,000 to go.

EDIT: Watch this short clip. If you are in a hurry, fast forward to the 3:00 minute mark and listen carefully as a police constable admits that if consent is withdrawn, statutes cannot be enforced.


PS-when leaving, one of the bobbies said "This was the most high-brow conversation I have had in a year! We usually deal with..erm..less articulate people. This is fascinating stuff, thank you for explaining it to us".

Dystopian UK

Back home.

As I transited through Heathrow on Saturday I wondered what I was coming back home to. The Olympics featured almost everywhere I looked. Huge signs inside and outside the airport, little purple clad people scuttling hither and yon, and armed police everywhere. It's at times like this I am glad I don't live in London. I am especially pleased that I do not have a Rapier battery on the roof of my house. My mission, which I chose to accept, is to ignore the games completely. Like all of us, I had to dig deep to "voluntarily" provide the funding for this monumental waste of time.

The latest estimates are that it will end up costing us around £40 billion. How nice for us.

The Stasi will spend untold hours looking for dissenters at blogs like this one, and the Tweet Police are already out and about. Naysayers will be rounded up and re-educated. Anyone daring to out themselves as an anarchist will have an especially difficult time. Just for a laugh, (if you are going to the games), try wearing a t-shirt with Pepsi or Burger King on it. You may well be shot on sight.

The banks continue to defraud us all, and there has been some blood on the carpet but strangely, no charges laid as yet. No-one is in the slammer pending trial. No surprise there then. Just like the system protecting bad cops, the system swings into action to protect the banksters. No surprise there either.

Wastemonster is shut down. Those hard-working MPs, the same ones who put in a grueling 60 days of work in 2011 are off for several weeks. Still, the legislation machine continues to vomit out more rules and regulations. How is it that there are no MPs at Legislation Central yet over 100 new pieces have been shat out since they rose for their holidays? Take a look for yourselves. We are halfway through 2012 and they have managed to hit a new record for that time-frame: 2,416 new "laws". I am wondering if Kim Jong Cam and his cohorts will smash even their all time high of 4,116 for a calendar year. So much for smaller government, eh? So much for less interference. So much for the much publicised Great Repeal Bill.

Keep voting drones, because it does make a difference, right?

Meanwhile, the moon says it is Ramadan time. Here is a handy guide for my Muslim readers:

Ramadan was intended to be a detox session for the body and for the soul. Looks like it has grown arms and legs.

I spent a great deal of last week being angry at the docility of Britons. I thought it would abate but it has not. A swift glance at the headlines on my BT homepage explains it: of eight headlines, only two are meaningful. The bombings in Iraq and the two missing girls in Manchester. The rest are pure dross. Entertainment drivel for the Borg. Year ago they said that watching TV rots the brain. Today we see that it is indeed true. We are reaping that nasty whirlwind.

Rant over.

Enjoy your week.


July 16, 2012

Learn The Difference

It sounds simple, because it is.

Take a look at this report.

At first glance, it looks innocuous, but read it the way I have been reading this stuff and the differences are alarming. What in blue blazes is a story like this doing in the MSM?

Check it out:

"District judge issues summons in case brought by man who claims police unlawfully entered home and forcibly removed him"


"A district judge has given the go-ahead to a private prosecution against two Metropolitan police officers alleged to have kidnapped a man and threatened unlawful violence when they arrested him at his home, the Guardian has learned."


"Sergeant Gareth Blackburn and Detective Constable Stephen MacDonald have been summoned to appear in court next month. The issuing of a summons by a district judge against police officers is believed to be rare."

 "Rare"? You can fucking say that again.

"Michael Doherty, 40, a former aircraft engineer, claims police unlawfully entered his home in West Drayton, Middlesex, on 4 September 2008 and forcibly removed him."


"Both officers are alleged to have carried Doherty away "when you had no lawful authority to do so. There was no consent from the victim and you used unlawful violence to carry out this kidnap."

No lawful authority. No consent. Unlawful.

Read the whole thing to put it into context.

Read, especially read, the part about no consent and the repeated use of the words unlawful and unlawfully.

Remove your consent and you remove ALL of their rights to act against you.

That's what I'm talking 'bout Willis.

This is a judge that knows what she is talking about. Now we need to clone her and replace all of those fakers running Administrative Courts and we will finally be getting somewhere.

For decades we have completely ignored the law in favour of statutes. At the risk of repeating myself: the law is solid gold, and statutes are plastic. Your inherent rights, your natural rights, are solid gold. Benefits and priveleges, are just cheap, shoddy plastic.

Learn the difference, for fucks sake.

Learn the difference and liberate your self.

Learn the difference and pity those drones that want this, that need this, those that beg for this shitty treatment. Be disgusted because they deserve this treatment.

You deserve so much better.

Learn the difference.

You don't need a label. You don't need to send paperwork off to all and sundry. You don't need to be a Freeman, a Sovereign Citizen or a Lawful Rebel.

You just need to...

...learn the difference.

Have a look at this:

Thanks Dee! 


July 11, 2012

Open Thread (And Some Pix)

On Thursday I climb aboard the big silver bird and head south. I will be back a week on Saturday but will try to blog from sunny (and rainy) Lagos.

In the meantime, have some pictures:

Click for embigulation where required.

Little bastards. I have two active wasp nests and they are not exactly friendly.

Good work fella.

Ain't that the truth.

Must be faked, but if it were real, I would not be surprised in the least.

Little Billy was not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

I hear that, Tommy.

I know this to be true.

Extreme comb-over? Foxy move fella.

Gratuitous arse shot.

Disturbing. Very disturbing.

Must have got dressed in the dark.

Late entry:


Please feel free to post any interesting/funny/worrying stuff in the comments.

Be well,


Tax Really Can Be Taxing

The drones will love this. The libertarians will scream. The anarchists will be incensed.

I am merely disgusted.

Disgusted and fed up.

Disgusted, fed up, and angry.

Disgusted, fed up, angry, and rebellious.

From my inbox this week. Here we go:

"Tax his land.
Tax his bed.
Tax the table at which he's fed.

Tax his work.
Tax his pay.
He works for peanuts anyway!

Tax his cow.
Tax his goat.
Tax his pants.
Tax his coat.

Tax his tobacco.
Tax his drink.
Tax him if he tries to think.

Tax his car.
Tax his gas.
Find other ways to tax his ass.

Tax all he has then let him know
That you won't be done till he has no dough. 

When he screams and hollers, then tax him some more.
Tax him till he's good and sore.

Then tax his coffin.
Tax his grave.
Tax the earth in which he's laid.

When he's gone, do not relax.
It's time to apply the inheritance tax.

Here’s (a few) of those damned taxes:

Accounts Receivable Tax
Airline surcharge tax
Airline Fuel Tax
Airport Maintenance Tax
Building Permit Tax
Cigarette Tax
Cooking Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Council Tax
Death Tax
Driving License Tax
Energy Tax
Environmental Tax
Excise Taxes
Income Tax
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Petrol Tax
Gross Receipts Tax
Health Tax
Inheritance Tax
Interest Tax
Heating Tax
Lighting Tax
Liquor Tax
Marriage License Tax
Mortgage Tax
National Insurance Tax
Personal Income Tax
Property Tax
Poverty Tax
Prescription Drug Tax
Real Estate Tax
Recreational Vehicle Tax
Tax (VAT) on Tax
Telephone Tax
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Water Tax

And now they want a blooming carbon tax!!

Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago - and our nation was one of the most prosperous in the world.  We had absolutely no national debt, had a large middle class, a huge manufacturing base, and Mum stayed home to raise the kids. 

What happened?

Could it be the lying parasitic politicians wasting our money?  Oh, and don't forget the relatively new bank charges.  And we all know what we think of Bankers!"

For those not too downhearted to continue reading, here is a short history lesson:

"The Romans had taxes, remember the census from which Joseph and Mary fled to Egypt.

Now that we are in Egypt and way before the Lord Christ:  During the various reins of the Egyptian Pharaohs tax collectors were known as scribes.  During one period the scribes imposed a tax on cooking oil.  To insure that citizens were not avoiding the cooking oil tax scribes would audit households to insure that appropriate amounts of cooking oil were consumed and that citizens were not using leavings generated by other cooking processes as a substitute for the taxed oil.

Now lets nip across the Med to Greece where we find that in times of war the Athenians imposed a tax referred to as eisphora. No one was exempt from the tax which was used to pay for special wartime expenditures.  The Greeks are one of the few societies that were able to rescind the tax once the emergency was over.  When additional resources were gained by the war effort the resources were used to refund the tax. Athenians imposed a monthly poll tax on foreigners, people who did not have both an Athenian Mother and Father, of one drachma for men and a half drachma for women.  The tax was referred to as metoikio. 

There are many earlier examples of taxation but I guess the idea became universally acceptable thank to good old Rome, there the earliest taxes were customs duties on imports and exports called portoria. Caesar Augustus was consider by many to be the most brilliant tax strategist of the Roman Empire.  During his reign as "First Citizen" the publicani were virtually eliminated as tax collectors for the central government.  During this period cities were given the responsibility for collecting taxes.  Caesar Augustus instituted an inheritance tax to provide retirement funds for the military.  The tax was 5 percent on all inheritances except gifts to children and spouses.   The English and Dutch referred to the inheritance tax of Augustus in developing their own inheritance taxes. During the time of Julius Caesar a 1 percent sales tax was imposed.  During the time of Caesar Augustus the sales tax was 4 percent for slaves and 1 percent for everything else. Saint Matthew was a publican (tax collector) from Capernaum during Caesar Augustus reign.  He was not of the old publicani but hired by the local government to collect taxes. In 60 A.D. Boadicea, queen of East Anglia led a revolt that can be attributed to corrupt tax collectors in the British Isles.  Her revolt allegedly killed all Roman soldiers within 100 miles; seized London; and it is said that over 80,000 people were killed during the revolt.  The Queen was able to raise an army of 230,000. 

The revolt was crushed by Emperor Nero and resulted in the appointment of new administrators for the British Isles.

Just a bit more for those truly interested in Our glorious Motherland and how things developed here: The first tax assessed in England was, as I just mentioned above, during occupation by the Roman Empire. Lady Godiva was an Anglo-Saxon woman who lived in England during the 11th century. According to legend, Lady Godiva's husband Leofric, Earl of Mercia, promised to reduce the high taxes he levied on the residents of Coventry when she agreed to ride naked through the streets of the town. When Rome fell, the old Saxon kings who liked their pound of flesh as well, imposed taxes, referred to as Danegeld, on land and property that the Danes were quietly stealing and accumulating. The kings also imposed substantial customs duties.

The 100 years War (the conflict between England and France) began in 1337 and ended in 1453. One of the key factors that renewed fighting in 1369 was the rebellion of the nobles of Aquitaine over the oppressive tax policies of Edward, The Black Prince.( Good old John, for it is from himself, the very person that I personally have secured a bit of a title, and some land rights in perpetuity, but then  my ancestors had to be pretty good with the longbow and slaughtering a few heavily armoured French knights who expected chivalry and not butchery on the Medieval battlefields.

Taxes during 14th century were very progressive; The 1377 Poll tax noted that the tax on the Duke of Lancaster was 520 times the tax on the common peasant. Under the earliest taxing schemes an income tax was imposed on the wealthy, office holders, and the clergy. A tax on movable property was imposed on merchants. The poor paid little or no taxes. Charles I was ultimately charged with treason and beheaded. However, his problems with Parliament came about because of a disagreement in 1629 about the rights of taxation afforded the King and the rights of taxation afforded the Parliament. The King's Writ stated that individuals should be taxed according to status and means. Hence the idea of a progressive tax on those with the ability to pay was developed very early. Other prominent taxes imposed during this period were taxes on land and various excise taxes. To pay for the army commanded by Oliver Cromwell, Parliament, in 1643, imposed excise taxes on essential commodities (grain, meat, etc.). The taxes imposed by Parliament extracted even more funds than taxes imposed by Charles I, especially from the poor. The excise tax was very regressive, increasing the tax on the poor so much that the Smithfield riots occurred in 1647. The riots occurred because the new taxes lowered rural labourers’ ability to buy wheat to the point where a family of four would starve. In addition to the excise tax, the common lands used for hunting by the peasant class were enclosed and peasant hunting was banned (hooray for Robin Hood).

A precursor to the modern income tax we know today was invented by the British in 1800 to finance their engagement in the war with Napoleon.  The tax was repealed in 1816 and opponents of the tax, who thought it should only be used to finance wars, wanted all records of the tax destroyed along with its repeal.  Records were publicly burned by the Chancellor of the Exchequer but copies were retained in the basement of the tax court."

So now you know.