The Last and Only Solace

Smashing post Frank! Thank you. Melancholy overtakes me…..

Frank Davis

I’ve been digging up stuff about the use of tobacco in wartime:

Tobacco is not so much a luxury as an actual necessity to our men at the front – Lieut-Colonel Henry Paul Treeby, Commandant of the East Surrey Depot, 1916

You ask me what we need to win this war. I answer tobacco, as much as bullets – General John Joseph “Black Jack” Pershing, Commander-in-Chief of the American Expeditionary Force, 1917

Why was it such a necessity?

Soldiers smoked for many reasons. Smoking helped to relieve boredom and pass the time during the long stretches of relative quiet and waiting at the front. The smell of smoke undoubtedly masked the stench of death and the squalor of the trenches. Smoking provided a chance to momentarily escape, to take time out from the daily horrors of the battlefront. It created a sense of camaraderie, boosted morale and helped to relieve stress.

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I’m looking for a political party to join…

I used to be very interested in UKIP. Indeed I voted ‘Leave’. I liked Nigel Farage – a smoker and drinker – a sort of family guy.

I have come to the conclusion our political parties are dreadful. I’m not Conservative, nor Labour nor Lib Dem. They have all behaved disgustingly in the savaging of Brexit. I hold them all responsible. If ever we needed proof that politics is a grubby, dirty thing, we’ve seen it now.

The stomach turns.

One of the grubbiest laws to pass in Parliament was the 2007 full smoking ban which was pushed through by a trick at the last minute. It was put forward as a partial ban, but that was not what happened.

UKIP’S manifesto was the only manifesto that I have ever seen to mention smokers and smoking. But the new manifesto doesn’t mention it.

There are millions of smokers in the UK that deserve consideration. They are more numerous that LGBTQ! Yet not a soul mentions them. I have brought the smokers’ persecution up with my own MP, who replies by sending me Tobacco Control templates.

Smokers are vilely treated by a brainwashed society who have fallen for grubby and dodgy anti smoking tactics. I am not a smoker, but I used to be and my soul remembers the disgraceful behaviour of anti smokers towards me. I will always be a smoker at heart.

I would join UKIP if there was one mention of smokers in their manifesto. And I bet a million other smokers would too!

So I wrote to them….

I would like to know if your party would press the Government to re assess the smoking bans, or do anything for the section of the British public who feel they are a persecuted minority – the smokers? I’m not sure how many smokers there are – nine million or so. To these people, such an addition to your manifesto would be an important addition, which you used to have but have now removed for some reason! What a real pity. They have been sold out… I am not a smoker, but I used to be. No other section of the population is treated with such inconsideration, and I have been disappointed you have removed any mention of them now. This is not the UKIP I knew – the UKIP smokers would vote for.

I received a reply…

Thank you very much for your e-mail.

You are absolutely right – UKIP did have provision in earlier manifestos to allow smoking areas in pubs where the landlord or landlady so wished it. Quite why this has “evaporated” I do not know.

Thus I am forwarding your message and query to Gerard Batten MEP.

So we will see what we will see…..

I would join UKIP if they restored their original smoking policy. The original was not “to allow smoking areas in pubs where the landlord or landlady so wished it.”, it was for the smoking ban to be reassessed. Pubs aren’t the only victims of the smoking ban…..

Be clever UKIP. There are millions of voters out there, just waiting for a tiny piece of consolation.

The strange situation concerning sex and gender

There are normally two sexes.



We have always taken it to mean that an animal with a penis is male and a female has a vagina. It has been so throughout the animal kingdom. A farmer birthing a calf, knows on sight that a calf with a penis will not produce milk.

It’s been a reliable system of knowing what sex a creature is. It has worked with humans too. We can tell the difference between males and females, boys and girls.

All cultures bring their children up as boys or girls.

But now, in the west, this is considered wrong by a small minority with very loud voices. We should remember they are a MINORITY, yet they have been screaming so loudly, we have given them attention.

The baby that screams the loudest gets the most milk!

So now we are able to choose our gender, no matter what sex we are born. And parents should encourage their children to decide from an early age. As you will pick up from my tone, I think it’s all quite potty!

HOWEVER, there are really strange things concerning sex and gender that show deviations from what we have considered normal.

Here is a good article from Nature showing how biology is recording the anomalies. Its called Sex Redefined.

I don’t think it redefines sex, that is a misleading headline, but it’s an interesting paper nevertheless showing how science is coming in to support the minority .

Sex can be much more complicated than it at first seems. According to the simple scenario, the presence or absence of a Y chromosome is what counts: with it, you are male, and without it, you are female. But doctors have long known that some people straddle the boundary — their sex chromosomes say one thing, but their gonads (ovaries or testes) or sexual anatomy say another. Parents of children with these kinds of conditions — known as intersex conditions, or differences or disorders of sex development (DSDs) — often face difficult decisions about whether to bring up their child as a boy or a girl. Some researchers now say that as many as 1 person in 100 has some form of DSD2.

When genetics is taken into consideration, the boundary between the sexes becomes even blurrier. Scientists have identified many of the genes involved in the main forms of DSD, and have uncovered variations in these genes that have subtle effects on a person’s anatomical or physiological sex. What’s more, new technologies in DNA sequencing and cell biology are revealing that almost everyone is, to varying degrees, a patchwork of genetically distinct cells, some with a sex that might not match that of the rest of their body. Some studies even suggest that the sex of each cell drives its behaviour, through a complicated network of molecular interactions. “I think there’s much greater diversity within male or female, and there is certainly an area of overlap where some people can’t easily define themselves within the binary structure,” says John Achermann, who studies sex development and endocrinology at University College London’s Institute of Child Health.

These discoveries do not sit well in a world in which sex is still defined in binary terms. Few legal systems allow for any ambiguity in biological sex, and a person’s legal rights and social status can be heavily influenced by whether their birth certificate says male or female.


Biologists may have been building a more nuanced view of sex, but society has yet to catch up. True, more than half a century of activism from members of the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender community has softened social attitudes to sexual orientation and gender. Many societies are now comfortable with men and women crossing conventional societal boundaries in their choice of appearance, career and sexual partner. But when it comes to sex, there is still intense social pressure to conform to the binary model.

The binary model is Male or Female. It’s what most people are – either male or female.

How are we going to name a non binary model? Could we redefine sex in dogs or cows too?

I dunno – it’s a crazy planet. But the article has a solution!

So if the law requires that a person is male or female, should that sex be assigned by anatomy, hormones, cells or chromosomes, and what should be done if they clash? “My feeling is that since there is not one biological parameter that takes over every other parameter, at the end of the day, gender identity seems to be the most reasonable parameter,” says Vilain. In other words, if you want to know whether someone is male or female, it may be best just to ask.

It’s painful to watch the piranhas – Roger Scruton

I have always liked Roger Scruton. He was/is a smoker who defended smoking. For that he was punished. His crime here.

I find his honesty, refreshing. His dress, manner and relaxed style of talking off the cuff, very entertaining. Added to that, he actually has ideas. His own ideas!

He has ideas worth thinking about.

But he’s in trouble again.

Sir Roger Scruton is England’s greatest living philosopher. He also happens to be a very outspoken, articulate conservative — so it comes as no surprise whatsoever to see the left playing the faux outrage game in order to oust him from his position as a government advisor.


So, to get rid of him, it is employing the same tactics it successfully used earlier this year to force conservative journalist and educationalist Toby Young out of his job on the board of a university watchdog. The process is known as “offence archaeology” (or “offence archaeology” if you prefer, the phrase having been invented by an American).

Offence archaeology is the act of digging around in a person’s past literature and career to uncover opinions, actions, ideas and opinions that cause offence.

Offence. Here are Scruton’s crimes of thinking….. Link

In a 2007 article for the Telegraph, Scruton said homosexuality was not “normal” and outlined his opposition to gay adoption.

“Every now and then,” he wrote, “we wake up to the fact that, although homosexuality has been normalised, it is not normal. Our acceptance of the homosexual lifestyle, of same-sex couples, and of the gay scene has not eliminated our sense that these are alternatives to something, and that it is the other thing that is normal.”

On gay adoption, Scruton wrote: “It is no more an act of discrimination to exclude gay couples than it is to exclude incestuous liaisons or communes of promiscuous swingers.”

He added: “We are being asked to overlook all that we know about the fragility of homosexual partnerships, about the psychological needs of children, and about the norms that still prevail in our schools and communities, for the sake of an ideological fantasy.”

Scruton returned to the theme of Islamophobia in an article for the Spectator in March 2016. He wrote that those who criticise Islam “have to put up with every kind of nasty label — racist, fascist, sexist, and whatever imagined ‘phobia’ serves the agenda of the day — and will be hard pushed to hold on to a job as a policeman, a teacher, or a government official”.

He added: “It is this fear in response to fear that is now leading the authorities all across Europe to hide the truth about the sexual crimes of Muslim immigrants.”

I think he’s a goner.

We are a goner.

Liberal Leftists, the piranhas of the waters of Western Civilisation, are going in for the kill (as they have with others too) until all that’s left to nurture us is the sterile sea of their own ideas.

A re-blog, ‘Getting Cocky’ by When I’m King

I love the writing of ‘When I’m King‘. (Steve Briggs)

He’s funny and serious and very pertinent. Please enjoy…

Getting Cocky

This morning on the drive in to work, I caught a radio report about men in the UK seeking penile enlargement in ever increasing numbers. To avoid the cost of professional surgery, some were injecting their ‘lad’ with oils, Vaseline and other substances presumably sold under the counter for that express purpose. Fortunately the NHS is, as ever, on hand to rescue people from self-inflicted injury and self-directed stupidity.

As I get older I rarely claim any more to have the first clue what is going on in society. News, politics, science, etc, I get, but I have never been completely at ease with the sheer banality of ambition of the narcissists who strut and preen among us. The women who want to look exactly like Barbie, the doll. The incomprehensible need of many to adopt the Instagram pout and adorn their portrait with puppy noses and ears. The obsession of – while otherwise aiming for normal body proportions – white women trying to achieve the over-inflated, genetically specific, steatopygia arse. What is wrong with you all?

The cosmetic/beauty/fitness/glamour industries and all their offshoots occupy far too much of the national consciousness. So-called ‘reality’ TV and the public flaunting of your vanity, ignorance, lack of shame and sheer vacuity ought to be a target for ridicule. Instead it just encourages the morons to gag for more. Worse, nonentities end up becoming idols for people whose former life dreams rarely strayed far from their next fix of fried chicken and contraband cigarettes.

But all that pales in comparison with the phenomenon of blokes injecting oil into their old man. Why? Seriously, by the time you get the chance to deploy your wee man-missile, the battle has been won. Unless you have an acorn instead of a mighty oak it is unlikely she will even notice unless, you know, she has lots of very clear memories against which to compare your, er performance. But isn’t performance what it’s all about? Titchy Tom Cruise plays the giant Jack Reacher, for heaven’s sake; doesn’t that tell you anything?

We are not all blessed with looks, health, height and brains, but we make up for it with working with what we’ve got. Work faster, smarter, longer, harder or with more sheer persistence. Set goals and when you fall at the first hurdle, pick yourself up and start over; the only real architect of your success is you and when you sit at that drawing board you have to consider how to use what you have.

All the props – lift heels, hairpieces, tattoos, muscles – say far more negative things about you than you may imagine. What really matters is not how you change how you think you appear but how you deal with the hand you’ve been dealt. There is a level of vanity which is normal and makes us human. But vanity has got out of hand and self-awareness has been banished, along with personal responsibility; lost in the me-me-me culture which pervades.

So, if you’re looking in the mirror at your dick and wondering whether the object of your desire would admire a thicker one, just remember the object of your desire is almost certainly yourself. If you think that by having surgical alteration of a part of you that isn’t used as often as you’d like would improve the situation, consider how much action you’ll be having when the corrective skin graft is healing. Think once, think twice and don’t make a bigger prick of yourself than you already are.

Books by Steve Briggs

I don’t wear Poppies

It’s Poppy time.

I won’t wear them, buy them or sell them.

I wore a White Poppy once. But now, in my grumpy old age, I don’t wear any.

My ancestors fought in many wars. The sacrifice of their lives and physical health, the wrenching away from their families, the destruction of their lives was wrought by Governments making War. My ancestors had no choice about going to war: the ones who refused, were imprisoned. The ones who ran away, were shot.

My ancestors did not make war.

Governments and Kings made war. And still do.

I will neither wear a red poppy, nor a white one. It is a superficial affirmation that the wearer is remembering the fallen. Its a patronising symbol that ‘the people’ remember. It’s political. Noticing how it has become a mandatory virtue signal for everyone in the public domain, I’m more revolted by it than ever.

Fortunately I’m neither important, nor in the public domain.

I can grieve for the fallen in the privacy of my pacifist heart.

And mourn the fact that war is still with us.