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Where is our Capital then?

 

In my almost 60 years on this planet I can safely state without fear of contradiction that "The British are horrible bastards" So convinced am I of this undisputable fact that I have put it as my bio on my/Elon Musk's twitter account.

I need to extrapolate to further hurt the feelings of the skull now scratching its head in perplexity. 💀

We have seen with our own eyes that those who identify as Loyalist in Northern Ireland have a propensity for bigotry and xenophobia. 

The British in England are the racists, the anti-boat people, the pro Lucy Connolly people, the Rupert Lowe fan club. 

In Wales, the British are the loyalist swans, the Valley patriots, the keep our hotels for paying guests and not migrants brigade and the wrongly named Voice of Wales. 

In Scotland, they are the Rangers, Orange Order, Sectarian, We love the Queen brigade. 

All horrible, horrible bastards because they worship a made up culture and that made up culture is the British one. It is one that has been foisted on the Irish, Scots, Welsh and English by Monarchy and the Upper Classes to get them more cannon fodder to fight foreign wars. 

The picture above mooching about on twitter yesterday got me to thinking. If London is Loyalist Swans Capital then where is our Capital here in West Wales. It should be Machynlleth of course, the seat of Owain Glyndwr's Parliament but it isn't very big. Should it be Amwythig, Shrewsbury the seat of power of the old Marcher Lords? We know that in North Wales Liverpool is referred to as the Capital and with good reason. Geographically closer than Cardiff it provided work for Gogs who could nip back and across the invisible border for tea.

Cardiff, that reluctant capital of Wales, the city that didn't vote for devolution in 1997 has had the Senedd as an appendage on its South shore since 1999. Working Class Cardiff and it is still predominantly working class has no time for these out of towners who bring their 'Welshness' into a Somali and Irish city.

"Why do we have to speak Welsh? Why do they want to ram it down our throats" said my former neighbour in Grangetown who knew full well that I had sympathy for the language and spoke a few words.

Having lived in the Diff for thirty years I can say that Cardiff doesn't care about the rest of Wales. The rest of Wales does not exist as far as it is concerned. If it swapped geographical location with Bristol it would be perfectly happy. It could be that over the last two decades in particular and in the two decades before that, Cardiff saw an influx of Welsh Speakers who decided to take the mother tongue and implant it with zeal fostering Welsh Language Primary and Secondary schools. My old neighbour was one who stood outside what is now Glantaf Secondary School in Ystum Taf/Llandaff North with a placard which said 'No Welsh School here'. "We didn't want it here" he used to shout, his Cardiff twang almost shattering the chandeliers of City Hall. I deduced before I left the reluctant Capital of Wales that he was so bitter towards the Welsh Language because he had married a Welsh girl from Ffald y Brenin in Carmarthenshire and she divorced him after seven years and he carried that wound around as a badge of dishonour enabling him to be emotionally dysregulated towards Wales' first language. Strangely enough he didn't identify as British, he used to say "I am Cardiff and European".

The attitude of the horrible bastards in Northern Ireland almost mirrors that to the British in Wales. Their thought patterns go along the lines of "the Welsh language here is a nuisance, it makes the Welsh feel less Welsh because they don't speak it and it's a fucking difficult language to learn so why should I go to the trouble of learning it". Kneecap, the rap band promote the Irish Language and the Loyalist Horrible bastards use that as a stick to beat them with. It's not British, it's Irish so it's not welcome here. 

Cardiff, the Edwardian City was built on the back of the Industrial Revolution. Capitalism begat the Capital, it makes sense. The language of commerce in all the towns of Wales is English. Even in Caernarfon they will count the bank notes out for you in English whilst keeping up a Welsh conversation. Ruthin, Carmarthen, Denbigh, English Language towns where the countryside around was fully Welsh speaking. The Church in England which became the Church in Wales played no small part in dispatching the Welsh Language from its services and its life and those Norman Church towers stood as beacons of anglicisation.

So where do I in Aberystwyth and surrounds believe our Capital to be?  After much deliberation I would have to say Rhayader because of the ridiculous traffic situation in the town. Any four way crossroads with a clock tower in the middle that relies on the courtesy and common sense of drivers to allow smooth traffic flow deserves to be christened a Capital. With the 'Royal Welsh' looming, good luck!          

Posh or Pompous?

 

As a follow on from the previous blog post "Prejudiced towards the Posh" I would like to extend the study further into pomposity. Pompousness is something that I would associate with a guest on Radio 4's Moral Maze. An academic Professor like Jordan Peterson in my opinion is a pompous ass.

Can you be pompous if you are not posh? Pomposity is arrogance in posh people in my opinion. Would you get a pompous working class person? You can have stuck up people who look down on others but is this pomposity?

I see pomposity as a way of speaking. If you are pompous then you are condescending, sarcastic, believing the person you are dealing with to be inferior and ignorant.

Nigel Farage and Rupert Lowe are pompous. Like Richard Tice, they believe that their public school education has given them an advantage over the Comprehensive and Secondary Modern oiks who vote Reform UK. They have to tone things down in front of the plebs but you can imagine the noise when they and their ilk are all alone in the drawing room and the brandy and cigars are brought out.

Yesterday in Parliament when Starmer was talking about grifters and conmen and Nigel Farage stood up as if on command, Rupert Lowe on the bench behind Farage started pissing himself with pompous laughter. Farage's working class batman Lee Anderson was most put out "Will you shut up"

We have been run by pompous asses since Margaret Thatcher took the plum out of the greengrocer's shop and put it in her mouth. I am convinced that how somebody speaks is a greater indicator of their personality than any other trait or action. Think about John Major and Keir Starmer both with that back of the throat south of england stockbroker belt soporific monotony which could put a glass eye to sleep. 

Two of the most pompous Prime Ministers we've had in living memory are David Cameron and Boris Johnson, Eton and the Bullingdon Club.  You cannot hide that level of privilege. With smaller class sizes and all the advantages that 'Public School' privately educated pupils enjoy these two were pomposity on stilts but the question still has to be asked how the hell did their pompous asses get so high up within the Conservative Party that they were able to be voted in as Prime Minister over a country of horrible bastards. 

Since the demonisation of small boat migrants by the right wing I have begun to refer to Britain and its right wing xenophobic electorate as horrible bastards. There can be no better description of them. People who worship pompous, posh public school educated pimps over poor migrants escaping their war torn hellscape for the imperious, imperialist, sceptic isle. I  bet you couldn't describe one of these small boat migrants as pompous "Oh hello darling, we've arrived in the country that gave the world Wimbledon, any Pimms and strawberries and cream for us?"

If I haven't heard pompous for a while and am being driven mad by local vernacular then I just turn on BBC Radio 4, the home of posh and pomposity in Britain. The fact that the posh and pompous are in thrawl to their Zionist overlords makes their own white privilege shrink somewhat. They might Lord it over the rest of us but they still have to bow down to Netanyahu and his genocidairs because it was one of their own Arthur James Balfour who drew up the declaration for the settlement of a Jewish Homeland in Palestine and it is these posh and pompous bastards that have proscribed Palestine Action as a terrorist organisation.

As I continue to claim, Britain and the British are horrible bastards.  

      

Prejudiced towards the Posh

 

This doesn't mean I hate Peterborough Utd although as a lifelong Wrexham fan I was not over fond of Alex Ferguson's son as our Captain. There was something arrogant and self centered about him. There was something "Posh" about him and here he is in his second spell as manager of Peterborough Utd.

No I am prejudiced towards people whose accents give away the fact that they were born into privilege here in the UK. The accent is mostly upper crust English, Jacob Rees-Mogg, Iain Duncan Smith, Sara Montague aka Lady Brooke on Radio 4's the World at One. 

The voice that really grinds my gears is Justin Webb's on Radio 4's Today programme. Like Marti Webb singing "Take that look off your face" in Tell me on a Sunday I want to shout out "Take that plum out of your mouth" on a Monday morning.

      

The posh can be found at this time of year at Wimbledon and Lord's cricket ground. The bastions of Upper Class consciousness in England. I will obviously be accused  by people who support the IDF of the 'politics of envy'

Where did all the Hooray Henrys of the early 1990's go? Where are all the ancient and decrepid Sloane Rangers? Living in a stately pile outside of London or in a penthouse suite in Marylebone.

David Cameron and Boris Johnson, the bullies of the Bullingdon Club, were our most recent examples of Posh Boys gone right to the top. Walking through the underground tunnel from Eton to Westminster via Windsor Castle.

Don't judge a person  by their accent? I disagree. Richard Tice, Nigel Farage, Rupert Lowe, Isabel Oakeshott should all be in the Tower of London for the way that they speak. All Public School educated with degrees in condescension. Some of these poshos get so off on condescension that their spaffing it up the wall like Bozo the clown on a bad/good day.  

Theresa May had a posh voice, Liz Truss didn't but she tried. As an old Wykehamist Rishi Sunak toned down the posh boy voice but my god head girl Kemi Badenoch is giving it her damndest at Prime Minister's Question Time.

I always knew she was going to get the Leadership purely by the way that she spoke. Have a go hero on the London Underground Robert Jenrick didn't stand a chance against the cut glass of Badenoch but he too is getting posher in voice "Did you pay for your ticket?" "Have you paid?"

In UK PLC we are taking part in "My Fair Lady" on a loop. Those not old enough to be familiar with the musical film based on the stage play Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw only have to put the following into ChatGPT or Google AI 

"Is My Fair Lady about Class Consciousness?" 

The posh boys and girls will come around again, if not in the guise of the Tories, they will come in the disguise of Reform UK pretending to be of the working people while squirreling their parliamentary gotten gains into Dubai or an off shore tax haven. 

The posh are taught to be devious. They are taught to play on their haughtiness and their accent. "It will stun the lesser classes" they are told and we the inferior people of the UK put up with them as if they were some harmless, circus freak show rather than the sinister British establishment that they are.

They will protect their money and wealth at your expense and they will do it in accents like Jacob Rees-Mogg and Boris Johnson and we will continue to do nothing because you cannot be prejudiced towards the posh. Well I am!

diwedd y gân yw’r geiniog

 

diwedd y gân yw’r geiniog

A sweary anti-capitalist poem in Wenglish

 

Being out in ‘masnach’ does my f*****g head in!

“diwedd y gân yw’r geiniog”

Well f**k the song and f**k the penny

I was imprisoned for using threatening language in a bank

“Give me my money or I will explode a bomb”

and then I opened my shirt like a flasher.

That was enough to get me 114 days on remand

in one of Amsterdam’s toughest prisons

90 days for them to investigate and 24 on top for good luck

That was 20 years ago and I am still bitter.

I haven’t worked since.

Anti-Capitalists should be given medals not jail sentences.

It’s time for a new system

This one has killed so many

Jesus was tipping over the tables of the money lenders way back when

He didn’t do it once, he did it four times or so the gospels do say

and he did it in Welsh translation

a language much older than English

and Nigel Farage of Reform UK waves his hand and says

“Encourage the language by all means”

Well here goes then

 

Matthew 21:12-13

Aeth Iesu i mewn i gwrt y deml a gyrru allan bawb oedd yn prynu a gwerthu yn y farchnad yno. Gafaelodd ym myrddau'r rhai oedd yn cyfnewid arian a'u troi drosodd, a hefyd meinciau y rhai oedd yn gwerthu colomennod. 

 

Mark 11:15-19

Pan gyrhaeddodd Iesu Jerwsalem, aeth i gwrt y deml a dechrau gyrru allan bawb oedd yn prynu a gwerthu yn y farchnad yno. Gafaelodd ym myrddau'r rhai oedd yn cyfnewid arian a'u troi drosodd, a hefyd meinciau y rhai oedd yn gwerthu colomennod. Yna gwrthododd adael i unrhyw un gario pethau i'w gwerthu i mewn i'r deml.  Yna dechreuodd eu dysgu, “Onid ydy'r ysgrifau sanctaidd yn dweud:

‘Bydd fy nhŷ i yn cael ei alw

yn dŷ gweddi i'r holl genhedloedd.’?

Ond dych chi wedi troi'r lle yn ‘guddfan i ladron’

 

Luke 19:45-48

Aeth i mewn i gwrt y deml a dechrau gyrru allan bawb oedd yn gwerthu yno.  Meddai wrthyn nhw, “Mae'r ysgrifau sanctaidd yn dweud, ‘Bydd fy nhŷ i yn cael ei alw yn dŷ gweddi’; ond dych chi wedi troi'r lle yn ‘guddfan i ladron’!”

 

John 2:13-16

Roedd yn amser Gŵyl y Pasg (un o wyliau'r Iddewon), a dyma Iesu'n mynd i Jerwsalem. Yng nghwrt y deml gwelodd bobl yn gwerthu ychen, defaid a cholomennod, ac eraill yn eistedd wrth fyrddau yn cyfnewid arian. Felly gwnaeth chwip o reffynnau, a'u gyrru nhw i gyd allan o'r deml gyda'r defaid a'r ychen. Chwalodd holl arian y rhai oedd yn cyfnewid arian, a throi eu byrddau drosodd.  Yna meddai wrth y rhai oedd yn gwerthu colomennod, “Ewch â'r rhain allan o ma! Stopiwch droi tŷ fy Nhad i yn farchnad!”

 

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masnach - business

diwedd y gân yw’r geiniog - the end of the song is the penny

Dour old sourpuss

Dour old Sourpuss

 

Dour old sourpuss

Sour old dour puss

I met you at the bus stop

God I can talk

and so can you

but I do to fill the silences

to quieten the thoughts.

You said that I annoyed you

You wouldn’t explain why

You thought that I was a soft touch

Somebody with porous boundaries

“I’ll help you do that”

“I’ll help you do this”

I realised what I was doing and withdrew

and that threw you.

You thought that you would benefit

from a man like me

but thank God I managed to see     

and then to flee.

Now the occasional contact

to ascertain whether I can be leant on,

but I can’t

and I realise that you are

a dour old sourpuss. 

I'm not a Convenience Store

 

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Hey former old friend!

Thanks for contacting me out of the blue!

You've heard that I live in a pretty part of the world?

From who?

You thought that you would just like to drop on by?

How many years has it been?

I've changed, I'm not the same as I was.

I discovered something called boundaries

You knew I didn't have any and took full advantage

I hated myself and you didn't help me

You assisted me to despise myself more

You've gone awful quiet?

I would ask how you are but I really don't care.

Still smoking? They call it vaping now, oh and you're doing lots of it.

I've got room but I don't want you to stay because it's going to be an effort

and I just don't do that anymore.

So listen! thanks for calling

but I'm not a Convenience Store.