The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

By Stanley Collymore.



BILLED AS THE FACEBOOK AND TWITTER Revolution the youth of Tunisia having for years witnessed firsthand the cynical, perpetual, crass and ignominious humiliation fortified by the conscious and degrading exploitation of their parents, several close family members and others in their communities similarly despised and routinely dismissed as irrelevant by the corrupt, damningly arrogant, kleptocratic ruling elite and their cronies in that country and themselves headed by a western picked, staunchly backed and unstintingly supported, long-standing dictator with no seemingly discernible characteristics of note other than a manifest penchant for consolidating his repressive grip on power by any means at his disposal and the massive theft of the wealth of the Tunisian people, which complicity with the full support of his CIA masters, successive US administrations and the governments of other western countries that disingenuously would have us all believe they’re not only the progenitors but also the stalwart guardians of democracy has been hoarded in Swiss banks as well as those of a plethora of other prominent western countries, now having successfully rid themselves and their country of its long-standing dictator, can justifiably feel proud of themselves and their achievement for having courageously managed to do what their grandparents, parents and elders have previously been unable to.



Congratulations aside though, there’s still much work to be done in terms of fashioning Tunisia: a country with a large reservoir of highly intelligent, impressively articulate, very gifted and modern-oriented people particularly among its youth, which constitutes the bulk of the country’s population, into a genuinely modern and secular democracy, as these terms are universally understood and readily accepted by all freedom-loving people across the world.



However, from speaking openly with as well as listening intently to what many of these young people had to say on their pro-democracy marches and protest demonstrations that I was privileged to attend as well as invited to participate in in the Ahla Centre Square, Sousse: encouragingly large numbers of them young women like Asma Neily, a student doctor, and her best friend and fellow university undergraduate, Fatima; Thouraya Romdhani, a college graduate, forced because of a lack of suitable job opportunities available to her to work long hours as a hotel bar waitress just to make ends meet; and their plucky male counterparts like Ben Alaya Menyar, a very resourceful but struggling young business entrepreneur repeatedly denied work opportunities just because he questions the corrupt system of jobs and work allocation that’s quite commonplace throughout Tunisia and suffers because of this, I was left in no doubt whatsoever that while they’re all fully aware of the colossal burden which they have individually as well as collectively shouldered and the enormous consequences for them of having done so, they are none the less quite determinedly resolved to push their country into the 21st century, and in so doing not only establish Tunisia, with its proud antecedents of an ancient civilization and a long cultural history that pre-dates the formation of the Roman Empire, as a bedrock of democracy on the African continent, but are equally keen to see their beloved country Tunisia take its rightful place among the international community of nations, but as an equal and respected player on the global stage, and not anymore as a willing stooge or compliant puppet dancing instinctively at the will or the behest of someone else.

A virtual fiefdom still of France despite having supposedly attained its independence from that country: a measure of this being the conceited arrogance of Nicolas Sarkozy who wanted to dispatch French troops to Tunisia to put down its popular revolution and keep Ben Ali in power, Tunisia for decades now has been the repository of many French companies that have relocated there to massively cut costs by paying to their Tunisian workers starvation wages while repatriating the huge profits they accumulate from doing so back to France.



Tourism is similarly a huge economic earner for Tunisia but regrettably for the majority of Tunisians whether or not they’re employed in that industry but who from personal and very often quite distressing experiences know how precarious a livelihood it is, endemic as it is with long working hours, dreadfully poor wages and bad working conditions, summary and even arbitrary sackings and lay-offs, no suitable forum for the arbitration of disputes between employees and their bosses let alone any compensation mechanism for wrongful dismissal; and, of course, no unemployment benefit structure whatsoever even as a token safety net for those unfortunately finding themselves out of work because of financially advantageous lay-offs or callous sackings by kleptocratic, avaricious, perpetually on the take, for the most part, hotel managements.



Add to this the demoralizing fact that the vast majority of the money which is made from Tunisian tourism isn’t used for the general benefit let alone the overall enhancement of the daily lives of ordinary Tunisians but in reality finds its way out of Tunisia and into western banks and expensive commercial properties, and one can quickly deduce how inequitable and disheartening this realization is for ordinary Tunisians who see themselves routinely regarded with absolute contempt by those who rule them and control their lives, while at the same time blithely perceived by many tourists: who visit their shores but actually know little or nothing about Tunisia, have not the slightest intention of ever rectifying that deficit and care even less about the Tunisians themselves, as nothing more than cash-strapped, financially hard-up sex objects to be easily lured in casual, sexual liaisons through financial inducements, randomly used, discarded at will, and promptly forgotten the moment these abusers board their flights home – until the next visit that is.



Everyone who is involved in the Tunisian tourist industry as well as a large segment of the country’s population know this, just as they’re similarly cognisant that the policy directives which are calculatedly enacted by the managements of many Tunisian hotels are put in place to actively facilitate this rather grotesque sexual exploitation of their economically vulnerable fellow citizens; but the harsh truth is these hotel owners and their managements simply don’t care, as the successful inducements to come to Tunisia bolstered by the actual arrival there in their droves of these sexual predators from Europe and elsewhere vastly augment their bank balances while simultaneously intensifying their rapacious greed; since money and the power they accrue because of it and which enables them to manipulate the lives of others is all that they sadistically care about.



A classic example of this kind of reprehensible conduct is the Riadh Palms Hotel located on Boulevard 7 September, 4039 Sousse, Tunisia. Risibly masquerading as a 4-star and even sometimes describing itself as a 5-star hotel, neither of which by any objective criteria bears any semblance at all to the truth nor can this tired looking, clapped out, antiquated dump be realistically classified as such, the Riadh Palms Hotel is in everything but name a functioning brothel that provides a handsome income for its owner and those who run it.



In Tunisia hotel classifications aren’t determined by the professional services which they offer and that are commensurate to the needs of their guests let alone any standardized global criteria that are swiftly recognized, comprehensively understood and readily accepted by the discerning observer; far from it. The type and level of classification therefore that a hotel in Tunisia is given depends largely and in many instances exclusively on the relationship of the hotel’s owners and management with the ousted president, his family and/or the ruling party and senior government figures augmented by kickbacks to these people, while being careful not to miss the fact that many of those holding power and wielding great influence in Tunisia also have their sticky fingers firmly embedded in all aspects of the Tunisian tourism industry.



So it’s not unusual, although seemingly bizarre, to come across a hotel officially classified by the apposite government ministry as a 3-star institution yet offering globally recognised 4-star treatment to its guests for example, while in marked contrast so-called 4 and 5 star hotels brazenly carrying official government approval as such, miserably lack the kind of standards one would sensibly identify with hotels that genuinely deserve and carry these classifications. The Tunisian differentiation being that graft gets you noticed and also pays handsomely.



In this regard both the ownership and management of the Riadh Palms Hotel, Sousse are unenviably first among equals in this execrable and continuous exploitation which is itself compounded by the wilful stymieing of genuine career opportunities backed by worthwhile financial incentives for Tunisians in general and the hotel’s own impoverished, despised and undervalued workforce in particular.



For starters the hotel’s ownership and management are closely linked to the old, still despotically entrenched, despite the ouster of Ben Ali, and deplorably corrupt regime of 30 plus years duration, enjoying by being so immense privileges not deemed to be appropriate for and thus arbitrarily denied to other far more efficient hotels than the Riadh Palms, which in effect isn’t a particularly onerous task for them, since efficiency and professional standards aren’t exactly bywords one would instinctively consider applying when thoughts of the Riadh Palms Hotel come to mind.



A prime example of this rancid nepotism quickly reared its ugly head soon after the start of Tunisia’s youthful revolution when it rapidly became clear to all but the most intransigent of Ben Ali’s supporters that the game was up for this previously Teflon-coated dictator; and it’s quite remarkable how those who have no qualms in arrogantly and dismissively treating those who they completely and subjectively spurn with the utmost contempt and degradation, often revelling in this perversity as they do so, when their vicious and hegmonistic sphere of influence stays intact, quite suddenly and cowardly cringe with enervating fear the moment they perceive it to be under attack, particularly from those they’re regularly mistreated.



And this is precisely what happened in the case of the principal owner of the Riadh palms Hotel. An odious man, and this is to apply the most charitable definition of him, he hurriedly along with his entire family abandoned his luxurious mansion in affluent Sousse and together with them and a coterie of close hangers-on encamped in exclusive, private executive suites located in what is essentially the original part of what subsequently became a sprawling hotel complex, although this part of the hotel is decidedly separated from the general public areas of the rest of the hotel; the next day the Riadh Palms Hotel got massive military protection, even though it was clearly under no threat whatsoever from anyone, with columns of heavily armed soldiers supplemented by armoured personnel carriers and military trucks, themselves replete with back-up units, posted around its perimeters.

The only hotel in Sousse to be given military protection, and evidently guaranteed this even when the enforced mass evacuation of its packaged-holiday guests back to Europe at the insistence of EU governments there and the relevant tour companies which had brought these guests to the Riadh palms Hotel had caused resident numbers in the hotel to instantaneously and dramatically fall to no more than 40 in total, most of whom were independent travellers not under the direct aegis of any specific tour operator and therefore not subject to the same pressures that were insistently exerted on their packed-holiday counterparts to cut short their vacation and return home, the Riadh Palms Hotel, or more aptly its owner and his entourage, was now in a very privileged position indeed, and one didn’t need to ask why. Curiously too, but unsurprisingly so this hotel in Sousse: the birth place of the ousted president Ben Ali, was the solitary hotel in the area throughout the turmoil of the Revolution, even when its tally of resident guests dropped drastically to under 30 in number, to stay permanently open.



This move though wasn’t an act of altruism or any general concern for the imagined safety of the remaining guests at the Riadh Palms who’d voluntarily opted for a diversity of reasons to stay in Tunisia; rather it was a calculated, cynical, but none the less well-co-ordinated plan to protect those who owned the Riadh Palms while at the same time assuaging their paranoia; in other words, surrendering to one of the oldest instincts known to human kind, looking after one’s own.



If only a modicum of the same level of consideration meted out by the army’s top brass to the ownership and management of the Riadh Palms Hotel were in turn dispensed by the latter to their paying guests, for whom they had not only a contractual obligation but also a moral duty to look after; but it soon became abundantly clear that any such ethical pursuits were evidently far removed from the minds of these detestable, deeply paranoid and utterly self-centred kleptocrats.



In marked contrast and quite instantaneously the hotel instead went into voluntary lock-down mode with ordinary staples like eggs, milk and even soft drinks, among a host of other items, idiosyncratically and bizarrely on the express orders of the hotel’s manager withdrawn from the meal’s menu; food swiftly became scarce as it was clearly being rationed, leading to the differentiation between breakfast, lunch and dinner disappearing completely as the three of them mutated into a hotchpotch of re-heated leftovers from the previous meal.



Right through the hotel lights were kept permanently switched off at nights even in self-evidently communal areas like the reception lobby and the dining hall, raising serious health and safety concerns in the process which weren’t addressed even when these were explicitly drawn to the attention of the hotel’s management; while entertainment, never much to speak of at the best of times, died a pre-mature death with no notification that it was about to be killed off or any announcement of what, if anything, would take its place; it just happened.

The all-inclusive bar shorn too of all non-alcoholic beverages and severely depleted of alcoholic ones as well did go though the motions of pretending to function normally even on drastically restricted hours of staying open; however, its two paying counterparts didn’t have to contend with such proscriptions. Meanwhile, internet and telephone charges at the Riadh Palms Hotel were shamelessly hiked with a phone call there costing four Tunisian Dinars a minute and comparable inflated charges also instituted for internet usage.



With the loss all at once of so many guests one naturally expected there would be some layoffs among the manual workforce, but the cuts when they came weren’t only swift they were also inexcusably ruthless and wide-ranging with the awesome burden of unemployment falling heavily and disproportionately on the shoulders of those farthest down the food chain, while an incompetent management was left unscathed by them.



The square opposite the Ahla Centre in Sousse and which is also fronted by an extensive and lovely promenade that overlooks and affords one a panoramic view of the Mediterranean Sea is an accommodating and tranquil place to be; to meditate and generally ruminate about life. Sadly, it is also a retreat for the impecunious and destitute down on their luck who’ve no choice but to beg in order to keep hunger at bay; and one of the most haunting and recurring memories I shall always carry with me of Sousse is that of a young chef who until the exodus of the Europeans on the 15 January 2011 worked in the kitchen of the Riadh Palms Hotel, but who just two weeks later in this same square was reduced to begging – “Can I ask you for a Dinar?” he requested embarrassedly when he recognized me from his time at the hotel – to attenuate the evident hunger that enforced unemployment and no prospect whatsoever of any unemployment benefit to nullify this had caused.



“A Dinar!” I thought. “How much could this actually get him?” Since this was a quarter of the value of what it cost then to make a minute’s telephone call from the Riadh Palms Hotel. Looked at in that light it firmly puts in perspective the true plight of such Tunisians deemed to be expendable by those that intuitively and somewhat arrogantly consider themselves to be the betters of these unfortunate people, and accounts for why multitudes of young Tunisians decidedly of the opinion that enough was enough angrily took to the streets of their country, ousted their repressive president, and persist on making their voices heard and their feelings known as they insist on nothing less than a government of the people, democratically elected by the people and that serves the interests of the Tunisian people.



But even as the voices of these courageous, young Tunisians, replete with their justifiable demands, reverberated all over Tunisia the reactionaries and opponents of change continued to act as though nothing had happened.



At the Riadh Palms Hotel none of those in management far less the hotel’s manager could explain why the remaining guests at the hotel were for instance being fed unacceptably poor, non-nutritional starvation rations, a development among several others that were brought into play, like forcibly herding guests unwilling to move from the rooms they’d occupied ever since their arrival at the Ridah Palms Hotel into sections of the hotel that they didn’t want to be in, and achieving their goal of doing so by callously turning off the water and lights, with their health implications, in the rooms of these reluctant guests who expressed their wish to stay where they already were, to ensure they did as they were ordered to and moved to where the accommodation manager wanted them to be; or rationing both the air conditioning during the day and the central heating at nights to save costs. A state of affairs that instantly began the minute the coach carrying the last of the evacuees had vacated the forecourt of the Riadh Palms Hotel and headed for the local airport.



How was it, those affected and were prepared to remonstrate about it questioned, that with markedly fewer guests now in residence than what it had on its premises just as short while previously and for whom, had there been no evacuation, the hotel would have had to properly cater for, suddenly and inexplicably the same hotel had amazingly run out of food stocks in a matter of minutes?



With no explanation given or likely to be forthcoming either, a group of French Canadian guests disinclined to put up with such appalling standards of service and food coming from a professed 4-star hotel, terminated their stay at the Riadah Palms Hotel depleting its numbers even further, flew back immediately to Canada where still smarting from the humiliation and dreadful experiences they’d endured at the Riadh Palms Hotel went public on television with their grievances likening their stay there to being in a prison camp, vowed never to return to the Riadh Palms Hotel again and passionately exhorted others to follow their example.



TVA: the Canadian television station that conducted the interviews with these extremely disillusioned returnees from the Riadh Palms Hotel and also aired the programme to millions of Canadians was, as a consequence of the harrowing experiences graphically depicted by its contributors who’d personally gone through hell and back during their regrettable stay at the Riadh Palms Hotel, inundated with supportive calls and messages from its viewers for having aired the programme and providing the Canadian people with a revealing and valuable public service that in turn resulted in an overwhelming number of holiday cancellations to Tunisia, and particularly the Riadh Palms Hotel, by perspective Canadian tourists.



Having from the outset deluded themselves that the Revolution would in due course fizzle out, things would quickly resort to what they were before, and the departed European tourists would then start flooding back to the Riadh Palms Hotel the minute these scenarios occurred, the management there forced into facing reality in the wake of the widespread airing with its calamitous financial repercussions for the Riadh Palms Hotel of TVA’s damning report, and similarly obliged to concede that these criticisms and their ripple effect weren’t just a flash in the pan and wouldn’t simply go away of their own accord but were in effect quite substantive and needed to be addressed, or at least give the impression that this was being done, else it would seriously and perhaps irreparably hurt them where it mattered most – in their wallets – panicked; then just as hastily went into damage limitation mode.



After hurried deliberations the hotel’s management decided to send its marketing director to Quebec to offset the adverse publicity that it was getting in Canada and which showed no immediate signs of abating there; but firstly it embarked on the degrading artifice of trying to bribe the mainly Québécois residents at the hotel to embrace its desperate ploy, leap on board this falsely assembled bandwagon it was laboriously rolling out, and bestow their full support to what undeniably would rank as one of the most surreal antics imaginable. Like mushrooms proliferating in the dark, short but succinct notices exclusively in French started to appear at strategic sites in the hotel. Devoid of any subtlety though they stated, and I quote in full:



«Tous nos Clients peuvent bénéficier d’une heure d’Internet gratuite. Prenez à votre Connaissance que le site: www.tripadviser.com. Est à votre disposition pour tout commentaire concernant votre Hôtel Riadh Palms.»



Even to someone with only a rudimentary knowledge of French what was being said and the purpose of it were absolutely clear.



Just how many gullible takers there were is anybody’s guess; the crucial point here is why would a supposedly 4-star hotel, as the Riadh Palms Hotel declares it is even exaggerating at times that it is a 5-star one, have to resort to such extreme and desperate tactics if on the one hand it is actually what it says it is and on the other it is providing services equal to those of a 4 or 5 star hotel as these descriptions are internationally known, respected and accepted? But then the Riadh Palms Hotel in Sousse doesn’t rationally command any such authenticity.



So what then in precise terms is the true analysis of the Riadh Palms Hotel? Well, to use a common pejorative expression which is readily and fully understood by most, it’s a dissolute knocking shop that with the full awareness and tacit support of the hotel’s management caters substantially for sex tourism. To this end its patrons: basically middle aged, old and even the very elderly of both genders but principally sexually active women that are either divorced, widowed or separated, although not exclusively so, are long-stayers at the hotel who use it as a sort of extraterritorial retirement home ostensibly to escape the accursed vicissitudes of the harsh, northern wintry weather in their respective countries but who during their lengthy stay in Tunisia importunately pursue a far less innocuous agenda which noticeably shows up the darker side of their characters.



And running the risk of sounding and even possibly criticized for being judgemental I’ll nevertheless stand my ground and candidly assert that while everyone has an absolute right to a sexual life if they choose to, there’s none the less something rather pathetic and even quite sickening about physically matured adults refusing to grow old gracefully, something that is a crucial aspect of the normal course of life, forever trying instead to revisit a misspent youth, and doing so with and at the expense of impecuniously disadvantaged sexual partners: little more than minors, that they lasciviously prey on and who are often much younger than their own biological grandchildren.



Add to this the horrifying fact that the Riadh Palms Hotel in the 21st century, and at a time when all progressive countries and public institutions therein have for perfectly valid health reasons banned smoking within their jurisdictions this hotel is still grotesquely stuck in what can only be honestly described as a smoking time warp where even the reception lobby isn’t free of this rather accursed and nocuous health hazard, and one will quickly begin to realize with utter disgust just how backward the Riadh Palms Hotel in what it does and stands for is.

So Quo Vadis Riadh Palms Hotel? My prompt answer is nowhere consequential that I can see if left to its own devices, leopards after all don’t change their spots; and what’s required not only in the case of the running of this hotel but also its ownership and entire management is a thorough root and branch change that is both permanent and transparent, not a proverbial swapping of deckchairs to create a cosmetic illusion of change on this intransigently doomed Tunisian Titanic. For what goes on at the Riadh Palms Hotel is outright diabolical and every bit as corrupt and unacceptable to common decency and morality as was the case with ousted president Ben Ali and his despised regime, and those associated with this hotel must for the greater good of the Tunisian tourism industry and the financial security and general welfare of those who conscientiously work in it go the same way; and the sooner the better.



Binge drinking and haughtily behaving on holiday as if one were an accredited delegate to an ASBO convention is one thing; however, I’d like to say to Maria from Ireland, Dorothy and Renate from Germany, Gary and Ashley from England, Sanja from Croatia, Wilma from the Netherlands and other like-minded abusers that frequent the Riadh Palms Hotel there’s nothing cool, virtuous or remotely redeeming about indulging in sex tourism whose negative and often long-term effects on those abused are well documented, because if there was you wouldn’t need to go to Tunisia or other well known destinations to participate in it and would simply practise it in your own countries; but you know how anathema it is there that’s why you don’t, at least not openly.



In conclusion I’m well aware that the Riadh Palms Hotel will, for a number of reasons that range from the naïve to the nefarious, have its supporters; that’s only to be expected. But so too do the advocates of paedophilia, denial of the holocaust, and those who believe that Elvis Presley is still alive; but no decent, sane, rational or thinking person takes them seriously, so why deviate from this sound position to make the Riadh Palms Hotel in Sousse an exception?

Instead conscionably lend your support to the heroic young people of Tunisia in their hour of need and assist them in closing down this moral and venal monstrosity and all others like it in their country and elsewhere for that matter, in the renewed hope that out of the ashes of their demise an inspirational and enduring phoenix will rise to herald in a new dawn with brighter prospects for these and all other oppressed peoples.

By Stanley Collymore





What a grotesque misnomer, eh?



As someone who’s been actively involved in Academia for a significant part of my life and who despite my specific forte being English have a great love for and interest in history, I nevertheless unequivocally support the notion that residents, and not just citizens, of every country should know not only the history of the country that they’re residing in but also that of other countries as well, regardless of whether it puts their own country or others in a good or bad light; since the important issue at stake is the truth and by knowing that and understanding it can, in my view, lead to a better understanding between peoples and nations.



Significantly too moving to another country for whatever reason and hoping to live and work there permanently should also be a necessity to learn as much as possible about that country, its people, history and way of life. For it not only gives one a true feel of what they’re getting themselves into but can equally pave the way for social cohesion as well as other forms of integration on the part of that migrant to the land of their choice.



That said, if the leaders and other influential parties within that host country don’t approach this particular matter in the same straightforward manner but choose instead to embark on xenophobic and revisionist attitudes to those who enter their midst never mind their own penchant, past as well as ongoing present, to migrating to and even taking over wholesale and/or exploitatively the lands that these immigrants come from, then that isn’t only hypocritical but also downright pernicious, and can and invariably does sow the seeds of resentment and antagonism. So I’m all in favour of people getting themselves informed, but the information that’s churned out to them or which they explore and find out for themselves should be based on facts not fiction.



The current 2013 British government aided and abetted by many MPs and comparable legislators in the House of Lords along with the licence fee propped up BBC, other corporate and so-called mainstream media together with significant sections of the brain-dead: those whom these vested interested media organizations recurrently, collectively and all so easily manipulate and brainwash think that we should have a Citizenship Test for those who want to come and live in Britain.



What they don’t say however is that this test should be restricted to others not those that come here because one or both of their grandparents left or were carried from these shores when they were infants, never returned to Britain having lived the life of Riley in stolen lands and continents like the USA, Canada, Australia or New Zealand, for example, instigated and propped up the apartheid system in South Africa or Zimbabwe or ruled large chunks of the globe without the consent of its indigenous people. In other words people they don’t consider to be like them or who aren’t their so-called kith and kin.



The stark irony being that many of these people as well as those that are championing their cause to have no restrictions placed on them coming here, is that few of them have any clue whatsoever of the real history of this land we call Britain and furthermore as several empirical and independent tests have already and repeatedly shown would individually and collectively be quite hard-pressed to answer correctly or even know the answers to the same questions that they arrogantly demand that immigrants to Britain should know.



Now this doesn’t in itself negate the fact that immigrants of all descriptions: and the definition of an immigrant is someone who migrates to a country or place that he or she wasn’t born in or hadn’t been to before and has absolutely nothing to do with one’s ethnic background, racial origin, skin colour, or a perverse and selective choice of where this immigrant/non-immigrant, based entirely on prejudice, comes from.



And if you ask me the overwhelming majority of white Britons living in countries abroad, whether these were brutally and often savagely stolen from their original owners or are simply the choice of living space for expatriate white Brits, would be flummoxed and even terribly pushed to give even the most rudimentary account of the history of those countries they’re living in. But what the hell; nothing wrong on their part as they see it or for that matter that of their kith and kin in the UK that can effortlessly saunter off to these same lands without Citizenship Tests of any kind being applied to them, and with their pot calling the others’ kettle black!



Out of curiosity and for the record David Cameron: how many white Britons to the US, the latest one in the offing being David Miliband brother of the Leader of the Labour Party as well as Leader of Her Majesty’s Opposition in the House of Commons, and both of them the sons of World War II Jewish refugees to Britain; or come to that any of our other Caucasian subjects, as we don’t have citizens in the UK as you well know David Cameron, to white colonialist outposts like Australia or Canada have any requirement placed on them to take a citizenship test or have ever been obliged to participate in one in order to go to these enduring remnants of a past British history that is far from exemplary?



Moreover Britain like the rest of Europe is still significantly Caucasian in composition and without exception across the entire length and breadth of the European continent every government there is white! In marked contrast the indigenous people of the US, NZ, Australia or Canada, just to name four stolen countries, don’t get the chance to play any part in the administration of their indigenous lands far less are their opinions sought on who comes to live in them; and we all know exactly who those immigrants are, what their skin colour is, and where they habitually come from. Why Europe of course!



So tell me truthfully what’s Europe’s problem and specifically that, from the perspective of what I’m outlining here, the UK’s when we actually need immigrants to save our asses financially and help rebuild this country as they did post World War II? Having fought and died for us when they didn’t have to, and could have simply adopted the attitude taken by the Irish Republic that curried favour with Nazi Germany against Britain on the vindictive basis of my enemy’s enemy being my friend. And to such a degree that Winston Churchill even wanted to attack it because of this.



But these altruistic “immigrants” although they were very much themselves under the colonialist and imperialist jackboot of the British Empire, no different in my view from what Nazi Germany was blatantly doing across the European mainland, didn’t adopt Eire’s stance did they? Neither did they charge Britain a single penny for coming to its assistance! What short or convenient memories Britain’s so-called indigenous population, that’s akin to calling Arabs resident in Africa indigenous to that continent, have!



In the meantime, Britain’s much admired bosom pal, the United States which continues to use the United Kingdom for its own selfish and imperialist ends, having belatedly entered the war but only doing so after Japan at Germany’s behest had attacked Pearl Harbour, and with its own population, which prior to that Japanese attack wasn’t only pro-Nazi in sentiment but knew that these opinions were rife and shared universally across the USA, charged Britain an arm and a leg for its so-called help; the capital and exorbitant interest of which consecutive British governments didn’t manage to finally pay off until 2002.



Some friend in need; I must say! I’ll help you buddy, but it’ll cost you!



In marked contrast, how much did India that raised armed forces totalling two million in number, the largest ever assembled armed forces in the history of mankind or the other colonies of the then British Empire that like India also voluntarily contributed hundred of thousands of armed farces of their own to fight on Britain’s behalf charge for their services and sacrifices?



ZILCH!



Yet any white yank, even though the US armed forces though officially racially segregated, a state of affairs which their racist top brass in several instances were able to cajole some local authority, Home Office and even Ministry of Defence officials within Britain to emulate, weren’t exclusively white can to this day saunter into this country of ours as they like, Black Americans can’t though, and even run it, as the US administration routinely does; with our buffoon legislators obsequiously acting as their eager surrogates, and not a word of Citizenship Tests for them is ever contemplated let alone crosses the subservient lips of our brave and noble legislators.



Which brings me to my history lesson in order to put a true perspective into actual British history and at the same time let the colonialist architects of this Citizenship Test: posh, rich and in politics, know that there are some of us out here who’re actually conversant with the true history of Britain. Admiral Nelson features in it and quite rightly so in my opinion, but Nelson’s Column in London, corruptly, totally dishonestly and quite falsely portrayed as the symbolic, patriotic and archetypal British icon it’s supposed to be is far from being the case.



The first ever Nelson Column and Trafalgar Square were commissioned and created in Barbados. No you’re not dyslexic nor are you hallucinating. YES, BARBADOS!! That’s what I said. In 1813 to be precise, when the parliament of Barbados: England’s first and only autonomous colony set up in 1625 - there was no United Kingdom then, voluntarily staying so until the 30th November 1966 when the government and people of the island opted for independence from Britain, the parliament of Barbados established in 1639, making it the second oldest continuous parliament in the world after that in Westminster London, together with the inhabitants of that country commissioned and voluntarily paid for a statue as well as a piece of land directly in front the House of Assembly, as the Barbados Parliament is known, which would be named Trafalgar Square and where the statue was to be permanently located.



That original statue was erected in 1813; and the first ever Trafalgar Square, where it was located as planned and still stands to this day, was also inaugurated at the same time. Barbados’ Trafalgar Square kept its name until after the island’s independence in 1966 when the Barbados government with the full blessing of the island’s inhabitants renamed it Heroes Square to honour all those who in a diversity of ways had made notable contributions to the stature of Barbados, but the statute of Admiral Nelson atop Nelson’s Column are still located at their original site.



Some time after the original Nelson’s Column was established in Barbados the people of Bermuda, another English Caribbean colony, followed suit and honoured Admiral Nelson as the Barbadians had done; the second country to do so. But it wasn’t until 27 years after the original Nelson’s Column and Trafalgar Square were established in Barbados’ capital city of Bridgetown that Britain eventually came on board and set up an exact copy of the Nelson Column and Trafalgar Square found there in London itself.



But what fundamentally pisses me off about this is that successive British governments, including the current one which is pushing these British Citizenship Tests and using Nelson’s Column and Trafalgar Square as one of their core questions of archetypical Britishness that is evidently not the case in respect of either Nelson’s Column or Trafalgar Square, and furthermore arrogantly as well as ignorantly doing so without any reference whatsoever to the origin or real history of either of these two monuments, have deliberately done absolutely nothing to dispel the myth that that both of these creations were sheer “indigenous” British ingenuity and patriotism at work!



And I’ve even come across white Britons on holiday in Barbados who on seeing Nelson’s Column and the former Trafalgar Square located in Bridgetown have instinctively and conceitedly adopted the condescending attitude in reference to Barbados of “monkey see, monkey do!” Never in their wildest imaginings ever thinking far less believing that that reference is much more applicable to Britain than it ever could to Barbados or Bajans for that matter. But then nothing is ever known or considered to be important by such mindless assholes until it’s sanctioned by whites. And another key instance of this is the so-called Victoria Falls in Africa, supposedly discovered by Livingstone; never mind that countless generations of Africans, particularly those living next to it, would have been very cognisant that it was there.



Which begs the rather relevant question: who the hell is David Cameron or for that matter the other British xenophobes kidding? Twenty Seven Years Later! And not even the second but actually the third such Nelson’s Column to be erected!! Either Britons at the time weren’t as patriotic as those historical revisionists in our midst are trying to make out or else with wars between Britain and its perennial old enemy France such a commonplace feature it wasn’t that newsworthy an issue to be celebrated in the manner that the Barbadians saw fit to.



But it’s not just the Nelson Column thing that bugs me or the complete dishonesty which clearly surrounds it; it’s the entire revisionist project which is at play here by racist xenophobes who to be charitable to them in dumbed-down Britain, and most particularly so in England, don’t have a clue about the real history of this country of ours. That said, making icons out of people who aren’t, Jimmy Savile readily comes to mind, and distorting historical facts to suit their own racist agendas are what the British elites and a largely subservient and fatuous public are especially good at.



Take Winston Churchill for example: the architect of the concentration camp used for the first time ever in South Africa against the Boers and in turn used quite extensively by the Germans in their two holocausts against the people of their then colony of South West Africa, now an independent Namibia; and was the precursor for the Germans’ later holocaust in Europe that ad nauseum we all know a great deal about but bugger all by the majority of British people of what happened in these two African holocausts, which the Germans at the turn of this century belatedly apologized for but made no compensation in respect of as they did relative to what occurred in Europe.



This despite the fact that the entire Witbooi people of Namibia were totally eradicated and 80% of the Herero in that same country suffered the same fate. But we all know that Black lives don’t rate the same as Caucasian ones! In the twisted minds of white racists and supremacists that is.



In 1910, as Home Secretary, Winston Churchill, a staunch eugenicist all his life, put forward the proposal that a minimum of 100,000 Britons to start with: namely from among the working class but who he termed “mental degenerates” should be dispatched to state-run labour camps and there be sterilized. This action he maintained would take place in the name of saving the “British Race.” His sort that is from inevitable decline, as these “inferior” specimens, his labelling of these people, breed profusely and his proposition would preclude this from happening.



And while our leaders and so-called mainstream media: stenographers rather than journalists who regurgitate everything that they’re told because they’re too bloody lazy to get off their sedentary asses and actually do some proper investigative journalism and fact checking enthusiastically take to castigating Saddam Hussein for gassing the Kurds of Iraq, guess who was there first? Good old Winston Churchill whose gassing of these same people by the RAF was the first of its kind and predated Saddam Hussein’s by 70 years. In fact Saddam wasn’t even born at the time.



And in 1944 Winston Churchill was at his murderous preoccupation again when he seriously asked his military chiefs to consider using poison gas on the Germans,” or any other method of warfare we have hitherto refrained from using.” Unlike 1919 however his proposal was declined. I wonder why? As if I didn’t already know! Because the Germans, you see, even though they were acting as barbarically as they were, were WHITE and the Kurds were not? But it didn’t stop the firebombing and “war crime”, something that quite ironically the British at the end of World War II instituted to indict and execute German leaders and military personnel for but not their own war criminals like Winston Churchill who were deemed heroes, by the RAF of Dresden, even with Germany already on its knees and about to surrender.



Speaking about the Aborigines of Australia, and I find this most appropriate in the wake of David Cameron’s British Citizenship Test, this is what Winston Churchill had to say: “I do not agree that a dog in a manger has the final right to the manger even though he may have lain there for a long time. And I do not admit for an instance that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians of America or the black people of Australia. Furthermore I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race, a more world-wise race, to put it that way [Caucasians in effect] has come in and taken their place.”



There’s much more elsewhere, if you’ve the balls to research and check it out, of this nauseating stuff from a man that many in Britain are still gutless apologists for and see as some kind of noble icon but who from my personal perspective is on a par with the likes of Adolf Hitler, Pol Pot, Josef Stalin, Benito Mussolini, Pinochet and all the other barbaric hooligans that at some time or other have regrettably in their regional or even global sphere of influence exerted undue influence in this world we all must share but because of our own mortality can never, no matter how powerful, rich or influential we become, ever own it. And it would be wise to remember that!!



Returning to David Cameron’s British Citizenship Test let’s not forget for a moment that this sort of thing is grist to his personal mill and very much in his political and racial DNA. For this was the very same man who as the public relations guru and campaign manager for Michael Howard when the latter was leader of the Conservative Party and essaying to be PM of Britain that came up with this couched but unequivocal racist and xenophobic slogan about immigrants: “Are you thinking what we’re thinking?” Interestingly enough David Cameron has never apologized for it although it was widely criticized; but then why on should he? After all, does the Cosa Nostra ever apologize for being mafia criminals?



What tickled my sense of humour then and still characteristically does whenever I see the likes of David Cameron getting atop their dishonest soapbox is their rampant and blatant hypocrisy. For in Michael Howard’s case two things unhesitatingly come to mind. He’s of Romanian stock, the very same people whom David Cameron and his privileged, posh-boy and financially exclusive, fellow xenophobes are now rather relentlessly targeting as unbefitting immigrants to Britain. Furthermore, Michael Howard’s - an anglicized surname and not his Romanian one – parents were World War II Jewish refugee immigrants to Britain. His mother supposedly came into the country legally but his father didn’t.



In fact, having been discovered to be an illegal immigrant Michael Howard’s father was kicked out of Britain but so determined was he to be here he sneaked back in, again illegally, but was allowed to stay here this time largely because I suspect of what most Britons knew was happening to Jews in mainland Europe. However, prior to their coming here as immigrants neither of Michael’s future parents notwithstanding that both of them were Romanians had previously met or even knew of the other’s existence, and in fact it was here in Britain where this happened. So without this fortuitous event Michael Howard would not have existed far less be in a position to be racist or xenophobic towards others that come to Britain for perfectly legitimate reasons; as many of his kind who were slaughtered Europe-wide in Nazi and Fascist death camps would attest to, if only they could!



But repulsive bastards like Michael Howard are what one can best describe as gingo-narciscists; if it’s happening to them and they’re on the receiving end then the entire world must sympathize and assist them all it can but other than that they’re not ever going to expend their time, energy or their empathy on others whom they quite indefensibly and illogically despise even though these victims’ plight might be far worse than their own ever was.



Even so Michael Howard isn’t alone in this and there are similar recalcitrant cretins, sadly many of them with Jewish backgrounds as well, who happily reside in this vitriolic and insidious cesspit. I think of course of the likes of Melanie Philips: an arch-Zionist, aggressive neo-con, xenophobe and racist extraordinaire, and those are her redeeming features, who works as a rightwing columnist for the Daily Mail, which for those of you who don’t know is owned by an elite British family whose Nazi and Fascist credentials throughout World War II coupled with their poisonous and unabashed antipathy towards Jews generally and their enthusiastic support for what was happening to them in mainland Europe and wanted to see the same happening to their kind here in Britain, is legendary and makes the statements and actions of Josef Goebbels look pretty anodyne; and in the process, I must say, literally causes people like me whose father and other close relatives fought, and in some instances sacrificed their lives ridding Europe of these scum-doctrines, to very much want to puke.



The utterly sickening thing about Melanie Philips and her sort is that while they seize every chance presented them and waste no time regaling the world, or more properly put the like-minded cretins who pay any notice, that is, to what they have to say in regards to how terrible Europe’s holocaust was, which we all know as we have close family members that courageously fought against it, then dishonestly and venally wrap the mantle of this dastardly atrocity firmly around themselves to give a twisted and perverse credibility that as Jews they alone have the exclusive right to be perennial victims and to benefit in every way from that, they somehow can’t get it into their entirely selfish, narcissistic and egotistical skulls that other people can be and quite often are legitimate victims and also need the same kind of compassion, understanding and support, both from a moral and physical standpoint, that these odious Zionist clowns reserve for themselves.



The same criticisms levelled at Melanie Phillips - who is quite asininely giving succour to a family and a newspaper that wanted her kind wiped off the face of the earth, with the sole difference now being that today’s victims for pragmatic reasons on the Daily Mail’s part are others and not Jews, (although leopards never or more appropriately can’t change their spots or the Daily Mail its DNA) is that were they still Jews that would undoubtedly in a Zionist run world be suicidal for the Daily Mail’s owners and they, believe me, are the consummate survivors – is also applicable to London’s Mayor Boris Johnson.



For here is a man whose views are identical to those of Melanie Philips and who portrays himself as the quintessential Englishman: Eton and all the rest of it, when in actuality his roots are the most mongrelized of any which I’ve ever researched. For beginning with Russian Kazar they work their way through western central Asia, eastern, western and southern Europe and encompass Turkey as well. Quite diverse I would say by any definition of that word; and while I applaud Boris Johnson for having such a diverse DNA, albeit involuntarily so on his part, and consider him no more so or any less of an Englishman as I am, that’s where he and I part company. For rather than lauding this extensive diversity that has landed him in Britain, facilitated him becoming Mayor of London and as some pundits speculate a possible PM of Britain/England, depending on whether or not Scotland quits the United Kingdom, other than Michael Howard, Melanie Phillips et al Boris Johnson could not be any more xenophobic in my opinion. And how sick, perverse and pernicious is that!!



The bottom line as I see it with these people is that everyone they xenophobically don’t like are immigrants, never mind their own specific ethnic roots or cultural backgrounds or where these are actually embedded. Previously anyone in possession of a black or brown skin, as far as these nerds were concerned, was routinely considered to be an immigrant regardless of whether they were born in the UK or how long they lived in the country, or even whether or not they were invited here by the British government to help post-war Britain back on its feet.



Now several of these people have re-emigrated overseas, invariably back to their own countries of origin and in many instances have also been followed by children or grandchildren who were born, raised and educated in the United Kingdom. So those remaining tend more often than not to be in the category of third and even fourth generational non-white Britons. And even though they’re still seen by recalcitrant xenophobes and racists as immigrants this is very much a minority attitude and not universally held by your average run-of-the-mill xenophobe and racist in the United Kingdom, who know perfectly well that were one to scrutinize their own biological roots their much vaunted Englishness would instantly be found to be without much if any credibility at all to their somewhat spurious claims. In this regard the called English Defence League (EDL) and UKIP readily come to mind.



So effectively and somewhat pragmatically prevented from mounting a credible xenophobic attack on Black or Asian British born men or women but still very much buoyed up with their pernicious hatred of strangers and those whom they deem as outsiders, and bizarrely so in a country that is the most mongrelized of them all in Europe, these xenophobes and racists, the latter expression being rather idiotic in itself since one cannot logically be racist against someone of their own race, quite conveniently change not their intolerable direction as they should but their emphasis to include the likes of Romanians and Bulgarians who aren’t only white like themselves but also fellow members of the European Union. And for no other reason that I can detect other than the fact that these quite odious xenophobes, just like drug addicts, need to have their xenophobic and racist fix.



On Thursday night, 5 April 2013 I tuned in to watch the 10.30 pm BST airing of the Press Preview on Sky TV. The invited guests were Ken Livingstone former Mayor of London and David Mellor a government minister in a prior Tory government and an MP in the House of Commons. Inevitably what habitually and idiotically passes for informed discussion in this segment of Sky News turned to the issue immigration into Britain. And this is a summary of what this prized moron Mellor who even physically looks like an imbecile had to say on the matter. Laying out the welcoming mat for Poles who he says he didn’t mind having in Britain regardless of how many of them were here and seemingly unaware of the fact that many of these Poles are now returning home in droves as living conditions and wages significantly improve in their homeland, David Mellor then ranted on about his distaste for Romanians and Bulgarians who he didn’t want anywhere near our cherished island.



Then implying, without a shred of evidence to support his grotesque contention, that they would all be scroungers of our welfare and other services without contributing anything in return to the UK, he then made the quantum leap into his perverse and somewhat perverted fantasy by assuring us all that these would-be Romanian and Bulgarian migrants to the United Kingdom weren’t like us or the Poles and weren’t imbued with the same social ethics or civilized code of conduct as the rest of us, but were in effect ingrained in, his words, “a criminal subculture” that would be inimical to the interests of Britain and those of us fortunate to be in it.



As I listened to not in the least surprised but nevertheless dumbstruck by the remarks of this prized asshole as he cheerfully but unchallenged mouthed off his opinionated and xenophobic prejudices, my mind flashed back to another Tory idiot, an oxymoron in itself as there are so many of them, by the name of Michael Howard: Ex-Conservative Party Leader, wannabe-Prime Minister and whose views, formulated as they are in the same Tory cesspit, are unsurprisingly indistinguishable from those of David Mellor who he was in government with and clearly knows very well. Isn’t Michael Howard I instinctively asked myself not of Romanian stock, with both of his parents, one of whom we know with absolutely certainty came here illegally, immigrants to Britain?



So how the hell then is it perfectly OK for these people and many others like them not only to end up in the UK but also have their progeny not only aspire to holding prominent positions of power and influence in Britain but likewise assume such situations to be their God-given right when they had no historical or other connections whatever with Britain; yet Black and other non-white British Empire/Commonwealth immigrants from lands routinely plundered, ruthlessly exploited, as is still the case, and stolen by Britain to enrich itself and its so-called kith and kin, along with Romanians and Bulgarians who are lawful EU Citizens with all the entitlements of EU citizenship enshrined in their membership of the European Union should perversely be excluded from Britain to gratify the poxy prejudices of unctuous, xenophobic and racist morons like David Mellor?



I’ll leave you to reflect on that and much more! But as my maternal Grandmother was always fond of saying s when I was a kid growing up and she assiduously embarked on teaching me the rights and wrongs of life: “Never confuse book learning with commonsense,” she warned, “as the former can always be gained by rote; the latter never!” That excellent piece of advice as many others from her have stayed with me throughout my life and will continue to do so; and unfortunately what we have far too many of in Britain, and indeed the world, who are running the show and ruining the lives of many people in the process are learned morons devoid of any modicum of commonsense.



In the meantime you can, if you’re capable of doing so that is, exercise the brains God has given each of you by constructively employing them instead of wastefully and gratuitously using them to jump to unwarranted and/or ill-informed conclusions.



Anyone with a functioning brain knows what the real motives behind this British Citizenship Test are, and we don’t have to revert to Winston Churchill’s remarks about the Aborigines or the Native Americans to comprehend why. And to round matters off I’ll like to put some relevant historical questions of my own to David Cameron, his fellow MPs and other legislators in the House of Lord, our media and the growing band of xenophobes and racists in our midst.



We just witnessed the enthronement of Justin Welby as the new Archbishop of Canterbury: who was the first appointed Archbishop of that See? I’ll give you a clue. He was appointed in AD 668 by Pope Vitalien and is buried in St. Augustine’s Chapel, Canterbury. And what did he do when he was offered this papal appointment? Please remember that at that time Canterbury Cathedral was very much a part of the Roman Catholic sphere of influence as Protestantism hadn’t yet been born.



Ulster located in Northern Ireland and part of the United Kingdom and Great Britain and therefore in my opinion properly qualifies to be part of this British Citizenship Test being promoted by our current government had a Bishop who died there in AD 658 and was created a saint by the Roman Catholic Church. Who was this man? Another clue for you; like the first appointed Archbishop of Canterbury he was also BLACK!



What do you know of the West India Regiment that played such an instrumental role in conquering territories for the British Empire; and where was it based throughout its entire existence?



Who was mother of the Black Prince that historical revisionists claim was so named because of his armour but was actually of African origin?



And which Royal House did Princess Sophie Charlotte: date of birth May 19 1744, wife of George III, Queen of England, and the great-great-great-great grandmother of our current Queen Elizabeth II of England descend from? And what popular and enduring Christmas activity did she introduce into England?



And while you’re at it perhaps you might also like to get hold of a copy of Peter Fryer’s brilliant and informative book: “Staying Power: The History of Black People in Britain,” and pay particular attention to the opening chapter of that book. Likewise do some research on who Olaudah Equiano was and what role he played in England/Britain’s history.



Finally, I’ll like to draw your attention to this article: “The United States, Britain and the world’s indebtedness to the nation of Barbados,” that can be found on the website listed below as well as on Twitter.



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