The Wild Weather

Being atop a mountain is a fine position for a Tavern. When the rains come the water flows  away downhill and all we need to concern ourselves with are the windows, doors and roofs staying intact. This was made urgent the other night when the wind hit 140kmph. And the rain was going sideways in sheets.  

150mm of rain in just a few hours, beating out the average 43 for the whole month of May. The place remained intact though and as reported before we were left only with fewer customers, supplemented by rescue workers, electricity linesmen, and woodcutters.

Muddy aftermath

But those lower down the mountain - and that is my small mountain, not the big one, Mount Wellington - did not fare well.  The area that my small cave lodgings sits in took a hit from the waters flooding down the hillside. I and my stuff were safe enough though.  Others were not so fortunate.

A Neighbour's roof went with the wind.

The city fared far worse, what with the rivers coming off the big mountain. It was real wellington weather. Wellington boots.

It is not as though it was a Queensland Cyclone or anything. Nor a dam burst. But for Hobart it was bad and the bill will be horrendous. A state of emergency was declared and hopefully there will be assistance for all those driven from soggy homes and shops, which now have mud floors. 

Not a lot I can say, but I can show some snaps.

The university down the road from me took a big hit and students lost much work inside ruined computers.  Underground offices may not be a great idea.

There. 

I think you get the picture.

We are not in the " mine's bigger than your's " game on this small island. There have been worse and far worse elswhere and we can be thankful that such wild weather events are rare here. 

Drink to the better fortune of the folk who were so badly affected.  May they be back on their feet soon. We can expect the Insurers to drag their heels here as in every other spot in the world.

Pax

BC: Blair Before Chaos

Addendum at the end.
Come the revolution, leaders will appear. The situation in western countries regarding the infiltration of cultural marxism, feminism, islamism and every other ism one might see is taxing the patience of many fine people who would prefer to be left alone to pursue their own national development with their long standing Christian-based values.  There is a cold war going on for the soul of the West. And the 'front line' extends right across the Anglophile nations. A hot war is very likely to break out somewhere as has been mooted in the Tavern before *. (see footnote)

My attention was directed to a chap quietly sipping his pint today. "Blair is at a table in the Oz Room", someone said. 

No, not Tony Blair, the ex PM of Great Britain, but Blair Cottrell, our own, Oz-home-grown firebrand. I wandered across to say hello and to see what he had to say as folk gathered around.

He is a young man rapidly approaching political maturity and yet to attain wisdom. I hope it will amass soon.  He describes himself as a 'working class' man, and I do not doubt it. He works. He is a man. He is blunt. He has 'Presence'.

That being said he presents well and has tremendous courage in taking on 'official forces'. 

He is described, by all sides in the matter, as a 'Patriot'. To one side, the traditional Ozzy man and woman, this is a badge of Honour: to his 'class' enemies, the PC crowd, the media, the politicians, it is a demeaning epithet.

He is a well built and handsome young fellow. 600 years ago he would be at the head of an army on the field.

His 'army' of followers, which grows by the day, at present includes some roughish sorts of chap. And some outspoken and fiesty ladies too. A man is known by the company he keeps and some care is needed in leading and herding the less disciplined troops. Hopefully he will be able to control whatever anger is unleashed by his firey words. 

He is a 'Victorian: that is, he lives in Victoria in the south-eastern corner of Oz, where the major city is Melbourne. It is a beautiful place which has consistently won the title of 'The Most Livable City in the World', year after year. But it's complexion is changing. Peacefully going about one's lawful occasions is interrupted weekly by quite nasty behaviours from a small and recent section of the population. 

Once is was just the criminal underworld that caused havoc, confined generally amongst themselves, but now it is violent, hatred-filled attacks on ordinary folk, mainly by Somali Africans and by Muslim lunatics. 

But enough of that. For the benefit of the Oz-news-starved peoples in far off lands I shall let them hear and see about Blair for themselves.

Here in the corner, Dan Lyman interviewed Blair, the now prominent nationalist-populist figurehead, who currently heads the Lads Society. He has often been compared to the UK’s Tommy Robinson due to his activism against Islamization, and was the first person convicted under de facto ‘religious’ blasphemy laws in Australia after leading protests against a massive new mosque and Islamic sub-community in Bendigo.

Bendigo, I should point out a small city several mega-leagues from Melbourne.  Not a suburb. It is  an old gold mining town, rich in history and wealth, with many a fine building. It suprises me not that corrupt local politicians would have their snouts in troughs. The outer regions of Victoria have seen similar nasty tactics aimed at Pro-Life people.

Laid back he may be at the table, but out 'on the field' he can raise a crowd. Often to fury.  He does need to take lessons from less notorious historical figures.

His initial run-ins with the police and with his nemisis, Facebook, he explains here.

In his own words he told us about his confrontation with the socialist-communist State Government in Victoria. 

In Australia on the 28th of November ( a few years back) after comments made by the Victorian Premier, referring to Australian people opposing Islamic immigration as ...

'illiterate, mask-wearing bigots', 

....we conducted a social experiment in Melbourne in the hope of exposing the Premier and the mass-media to a glimpse of reality. 

I announced through our Facebook page 3 days in advance that we would make a public objection to the state Premier and the sort of biased government corruption he represented. 

I made sure all the wrong people knew where we were going to be. 

Realistically, it was my intention to bring the 'progressive communists' out onto the streets, who cover their faces, stalk and assault people they deem to be 'fascist'. 

The left just fall into this bizzo of projecting their own hate-filled epithets and accusations onto others. They cannot seem to help themselves.

These people have in truth been responsible for all the disharmony at our public demonstrations hitherto, yet the mass-media rewards them with silence and politicians seem to casually omit them from any remark or statement they choose to make regarding our activities, indicating a strange collusion between the 'neo-communist' street groups the current state authority and organs of great influence. 

Quite often we are actually blamed for the lawlessness of these street-communists and many more times than once the mass-media has actually failed to make any distinction between us and them when it broadcasts imagery of their rowdy unscrupulousness, effectively painting our supporters or members as the instigators of violence. 

The incredibly simplistic perception of the world: that everyone is indeed either fascist or anti-fascist; racist or anti-racist has attracted a fraction of the younger, dissatisfied and frustrated minds. In the simplicity of this view of the world lies its charm. 

The propaganda used to stir up and mobilize the adherents to this view is effective, mostly due to it being paid for and produced by state university student-unions, mainstream media journalists and public servants; town-based council members, politicians and other union officials etc. 

These journalists / public servants self-describe as 'socialists'. Driven by an unrelenting hatred of the 'fascist-racist' they dedicate a portion of their lives to actively suppressing any form of Nationalism with campaigns of fear, social and financial asphyxiation and violence where necessary. 

Despite all this, the state Premier chose to condemn us for what the street-communists are actually doing, and so in response we lured these so-called 'anti-fascists' out onto the streets to make an example of them - and wouldn't you know it they arrived in a fury, clearly exposing themselves as the 'mask-wearing, illiterate bigots'. 

We are yet to hear any apology from the state Premier, no retraction of his latest remarks, no condemnation of this street thuggery. The media reported on this event rather poorly, some journalists tried to remain objective but once again nothing was said against the 'progressive communists' and no questions regarding their origin or their actual purpose were raised.

Patience wears thin when it is constantly rubbed in faces. Noses get out of joint too.

As I said, the situation cannot continue as it has to date. It may yet get worse, but at some point the ordinary people may well swell Blair's ranks. 

Then he will need the experience which he is slowly gaining, and more. Because Hell will be come to Breakfast.

I kept the Ale going to his table.

Have a drink with him.

Pax

*http://parzivalshorse.blogspot.com.au/2016/11/the-great-civil-wars-of-2017.html

Addendum: Since this conversation today, some 8 hours ago, some 1300+ people have visited the Tavern to hear what Blair has to say. I have been rushed off my feet and was up and down to the cellars hooking up barrels of Ale.

Blair has the 'Mood of the People': a dangerous insight to hold. He is much like Jaquie Lambie, ex-corporal and part aboriginal who tried to influence in the Senate: and the fish shop lady Pauline Hanson who was comprehensively traduced. They are all 'working class' in Blair's term. They hear the people around them. They are uniformly rejected by those in Power.

More power to their elbows.

Drumming Up Trade

The unquiet night earlier in the week (the stormy weather) was countered by a huge influx of customers yesterday. 1324 of them, which had me rushed off my feet. Someone has been drumming up trade. I do not think it was one of my critics, a lady who stands outside the hedge heckling. She reckons the Tavern customers won't reach double figures anytime soon. But the drums say otherwise.  I don't know whey she bothers.

The world loves a beat, and while I do not even play drums or any instrument for that matter, my chain mail-socks can tap one out when others play.  It has been mentioned to me as I pull pints that the Drummer in the Tavern name hardly gets a look in. So tonight we put that to rights.

Down in the streets the word was put out by a young fellow, Alistair, who can get a beat out of almost anything. I think he may have had something to do with all the tickets for the big bash this evening. 

We have a big line-up, from all over, but more of that in a moment.

Not that the biz is just for young fellows. In Japan a little girl whacks the skins like a professional much to the astonishment of shoppers. And me. I must get her onto the patio next summer.

It did not used to be the case back in my day that girls played drums. They usually stood around looking decorative. These days they are beating their own drum. This youngster reckons her Dad helped a lot.

But wait. Let's look at the line up for tonight. There are very decorative big girls playing with the boys. Or should that be competing. Here are the flowers of the Ukraine, lined up to battle it out.

Of course Battle was one of the earliest uses of drums. They signalled. They kept the timing. They lifted the spirits. But it took quite a bit of training and discipline which still has to be applied. Cadets here do their thing under the watchful eye and ear of their Sergeant before joining the field. Splendid lads too.

And the result? The Swiss Top Secret Drum Corps show us, dressed for combat.

The 'Drum Battle', has a history going right back to,,, oh 1966.  The famous one between the 'Greats': Gene Krupa and Buddy Rich, as I was reminded by my beloved son in whom I am well pleased. 

Now, if all works out we shall have the latest 'Great', Phil Collins, to round off our evening.

And I shall leave you dummaniacs with it.

I shall pull and pour pints while you enjoy.

(B)eat your heart out Sarah. You were almost right. My AdSense figures are in two digits. $20 ! 

Pax

Stormy Seas and Empire Building

The Tavern was a  candle-lit haven for weary Volunteers the other night as an unusual and very heavy storm hit. Roads were blocked and made impassable by fallen trees and rivers of mud, which stopped the usual crowd of revellers coming in - but the rescue fellows made for good company.  

The rolling thunder followed the lightning in seconds: the rain sheeted sideways as the wind hit 100 kmph.  And it persisted. For hours.  Trees uprooted. Power lines were brought down. Windows rattled in the dark as entire suburbs lost power.  The occasional power failure here usually lasts for an hour  or so before they are fixed. This one lasted 18 hours. The City suffered more than the solid stones of this sheltered place. 

Street and buildings were flooded. The deluge loosed refuse and wreckage which clogged the usual pristine marinas that line our shores. 

Cars were abandoned in the streets and washed along by the instant rivers as the deluge poured down the high Mountain that sits behind and above the city.

Like many 'rural' places around the world, people here are reliant upon Volunteers when such troubles fall upon us. They are the ones who tackle the bushfires that beset us from time to time in this hilly, forested region. 

And go out to sea to find and rescue those caught in the storms or by their own ineptitude. Yet this island State does not have the invaluable services that Great Britain has had for so long. The RNLI. I shall come to them shortly. 

Here was have the SES - the State Emergency Services, and while there are some full-time, paid folk to man and woman the offices and do the planning and coordinating when the sun is bright, it is ordinary men from all walks of life that turn out in their hundreds, donning wet-weather gear and taking up their chain saws when disasters strike.

Thank God for sound men, with Charitable souls, who are prepared to help out where others flee.

The Volunteers.

Now you would think that those in Authority as well as the hoi poloi would be so very thankful that men would risk their lives, do the hard work that most people would prefer to avoid, and all without pay. But it isn't the case. 

You see, there is a right way and a wrong way, it seems, to do such Charitable work. And that right way leans increasingly to the Left. 

Think for a moment. What could possibly go wrong?

Here in Oz for instance, you have to have a chit from the Police to say that you can do your volunteering when children are present. No chit: no volunteering. 

It is mostly men, you see, and we all know that men are not to be trusted around children. Best a kiddie drown than a non-authorised man who has failed to pay his volunteering licence fee be let anywhere near with his helping hand. 

The epitome of Volunteering in that other Island nation, the once-Great Britain is the Royal National Lifeboat Institute. It has seen better days in its near 200 years by all accounts. Never better financially, or in resources, or in expertise, but far better previously in management and its managerial gratitude.

‘Like many big charities, the RNLI has become an empire builder’s dream,’ is how one fundraiser put it.
‘There are whole departments making up ridiculous health and safety protocols or human resources codes of conduct. It drives crews up the wall.’

Yes, the pencilnecks, lefty PCers and wimmin's rights crew are threatening the volunteers and treating grown men, experienced, courageous, generous men, like children.

I pulled a pint for Guy Adams and his mate Richard Marsden while they told our weary chaps just what a fiasco of Politically Correct ingratitude has infected the RNLI.

Mayday! Britain’s heroic lifeboat volunteers are drowning in a sea of political correctness 

imposed by highly-paid pen pushers... 

one (of many) rescuer sacked after 34 years.

• They have saved scores of lives, and are pillars of their seafaring community

• But lifeboat crews are embroiled in public disputes with RNLI leadership 

• Many brave lifeboatmen hope for a major change in the management culture 

 http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5719757/Britains-heroic-lifeboat-volunteers-drowning-sea-political-correctness.html

When Andy Hibbs isn’t hauling lobster pots aboard his fishing boat Matauri Bay, he devotes himself to helping those who, as the hymn goes, find themselves in peril on the sea.

The son of a lifeboatman, he joined the Royal National Lifeboat Institution (RNLI) at the age of 21 and has spent his adult life serving at its station in his hometown St Helier, the capital of Jersey.

For doing this skilled, time-consuming, and often dangerous job, the 45-year-old father of one hasn’t earned a penny (like almost all RNLI crew members, he’s an unpaid volunteer). But it offers other rewards.

The entire crew of an RNLI station in Jersey has quit after coxswain Andy Hibbs, 50, left. Friends claim he was 'bullied into resignation' after he allegedly launched a lifeboat without permission from the RNLI

His crew have saved countless lives, becoming pillars of their seafaring community.

One morning in 1995, to cite perhaps their greatest triumph, Hibbs was part of a team which helped a catamaran carrying 300 passengers that had hit rocks off the coast of Jersey, and was sinking.

With disregard for their safety, they got alongside the vessel, which was listing dangerously, and plucked off men, women and children.

‘It was a real eye-opener,’ he recalls. ‘It brought home how serious the job was, and the responsibility in our hands.’

More recently, Hibbs was coxswain (the effective captain of a lifeboat) when his 25-strong crew featured in an ITV News item about the ‘brilliant’ and ‘capable’ RNLI teams in the Channel Islands.

Yet this summer, one aspect of their job will be different.

When they motor out of St Helier harbour to save lives, they won’t fly the RNLI flag. They are no longer associated with the famous charity.

It follows an extraordinarily bitter row, initially centring on an alleged breach of a health and safety procedure, which has placed the island’s lifeboatmen in conflict with the wealthy maritime charity’s headquarters in Poole.

The dispute — which led to allegations of bullying, intimidation and mendacity on both sides — rumbled on for more than a year. It has seen public demonstrations and rumours of corruption and cover-ups.

Matters culminated before Christmas with the entire St Helier lifeboat crew resigning.

Hibbs and his team have relaunched as an independent operation, the Jersey Lifeboat Association, and will soon take delivery of their first vessel.

‘I’m sad that it has come to this, but the RNLI caused this mess,’ Hibbs says. ‘They have been unpleasant and confrontational, and 

treated us volunteers with contempt.’

But first, an important point: the lifeboatmen of Jersey are not alone.

Two other crews are embroiled in public disputes with RNLI leadership.

One, in Whitby, North Yorkshire, revolves around jokey Christmas gifts exchanged by lifeboatmen, including a mug with a picture of a naked woman on it and one of the crew’s faces superimposed on to the model’s head.

A female superior found the mugs in a cupboard and the pair were sacked.

The offending items were either saucy or obscene, depending on your point of view. The RNLI insists they were ‘pornographic’.

Either way, an investigation talked of ‘safeguarding’ issues and found the images on the mugs ‘could have been seen by visiting schoolchildren’.

It also uncovered ‘conduct issues’ related to the crew’s social media use, which compromised the station’s status as a ‘safe and inclusive environment’.

In protest at the men’s sacking, four crew members resigned. 

Some 11,000 people have signed a petition demanding their reinstatement.

Down the coast in Scarborough, the Mail this week revealed that RNLI coxswain Tom Clark has been sacked, after 34 years of service, for allegedly breaking health and safety guidelines by going on a sea exercise with unauthorised passengers on his lifeboat.

He accused the RNLI of ‘bullying and intimidation’, saying that volunteer lifeboatmen were being ‘bombarded’ with ‘new rules, forms, acronyms and health and safety’.

A petition to reinstate him has 5,000 signatures.

Drowning sailors are, of course, unlikely to care whether their rescuer owns an inappropriate item of crockery, or once set sail with unauthorised passengers.

Yet the RNLI insists its actions are warranted, arguing that it’s duty-bound to protect staff from bullying and harassment, and must enforce its safety protocols.

It protects staff from bullying and harassment in the time-honoured Lefty way of bullying and harassing them first. Officially, you understand. They have a chit. 

This clash, between what one might call traditional lifeboat culture and the forces of political correctness, turns out to be the source of heated conflict in RNLI stations nationwide.

Before Christmas, Coxswain Tommy Yule, of the Scottish fishing port of Arbroath, was sacked after an incident at a party where visiting Dutch lifeboatmen were entertained.

Reports of what happened vary. But it appears to have involved a prank known as a ‘three-man lift’, in which a crew member exposed his backside. 

Yule was seemingly fired after failing to intervene.

Fellow crewman Jamie Robertson also went.

A third man, Alan Russell, who served the RNLI for two decades, quit in protest, saying it was just ‘a practical joke’.

As a result of their departure, Arbroath went without a lifeboat for months. 

Meanwhile, in Cleethorpes, Lincolnshire, two senior helmsmen lost their jobs after allegedly taking incorrectly trained staff on a rescue.

In Moelfre, on Anglesey, a cancer-stricken Coxswain was sacked (and an ally resigned) in 2016 after a mysterious ‘personnel issue’. 

In New Brighton, Merseyside, 12 crew members were sacked that same year after falling out with RNLI management over the sacking of a former colleague.

Thanks to the latter rebellion, the station had a restricted service, or was ‘off watch’ on more than 70 occasions over the next 12 months.

To have mass resignations at one lifeboat station might be considered unfortunate, but to suffer at least seven such cases in a period of around 18 months is somewhat more worrying.

One possible explanation to the situation is, ironically, that the RNLI has become too popular for its own good — at least when it comes to fundraising.

The charity has enjoyed near-universal support since its foundation in 1824. In addition to substantial public donations, sailing enthusiasts often leave the organisation a large bequest when they die.

Its most recent published accounts, for 2016, show income of £191 million, including £130 million from legacies — more than the £177 million it takes to run its 238 stations.

Overall assets (including property and boats) have grown to £712 million, of which £271 million is now held in ‘investments’.

In the past, the charity’s cash pile has spawned controversy. In 2001, a group of campaigning accountants called ‘Ethical Audit’ criticised it for having £200 million tucked away, arguing that many donors would not give if they knew the scale of its wealth.

Could not pull in a fish but can sink the boat.

For lifeboat crews, the biggest recent change (and a key factor in squabbles) has been a ‘restructuring’ of middle management last year by a senior executive called Leesa Harwood, formerly of Save The Children, who was hired as the RNLI’s ‘community lifesaving and fundraising director’ on a salary of about £95,000

Remember, the volunteers are paid nothing. 

The Charity Commission agreed that the figures were ‘on the high side’ and asked the RNLI to reduce them. So the charity came up with a way to dispose of cash: changing its historic remit from rescuing people at sea and on inland waterways to a role including ‘drowning prevention’.

The Times reported that the charity was ‘awash with so much money that it has decided to introduce Baywatch-style beach lifeguards, inland waterway patrols and a fleet of hovercraft’.

Seventeen years later, the RNLI employs 523 lifeguards in Britain. It has invested in a £25 million HQ at Poole with a roof in the shape of a wave and windows that resemble portholes — which was opened by the Queen in 2004.

Crucially, RNLI’s payroll has risen dramatically in other areas, too. 

In 1999, it had 750 employees, but within five years it had 1,000. By 2016 there were 2,366, with 35 senior executives earning more than £60,000, overseen by chief executive Paul Boissier, on a total package of £162,705.

Its French equivalent employs just 75 and 1,200 managerial roles are filled by volunteers.

Viva La bloomin' Frenchies. 

Speak to disgruntled lifeboatmen and supporters, large numbers of whom contacted Mail columnist Richard Littlejohn after he highlighted the Whitby scandal last week, and you’ll hear a simple answer: 

many head office staff have become pointless jobsworths.

‘Like many big charities, the RNLI has become an empire builder’s dream,’ is how one fundraiser put it.

‘There are whole departments making up ridiculous health and safety protocols or human resources codes of conduct. It drives crews up the wall.’

They added that many are ‘third-sector careerists with no knowledge of the sea, or what makes lifeboats tick, 

who try to import Left-wing values.

‘Lifeboatmen, who are often working-class lads, won’t buy it.’

Evidence of this apparent trend — typical of the way the Left has taken hold of so many public bodies — can perhaps be seen in the RNLI’s annual report.

Though it used to limit its operations to the UK and Ireland, the RNLI now boasts of running ‘drowning prevention programmes’ in Tanzania, Zanzibar, Bangladesh, Ghana and Lesbos. (The latter refers to helping migrants trying to cross the Mediterranean in unseaworthy boats.) It talks of trying to ‘influence policy makers and partners’ and lobbying the UN to reduce deaths at sea.

They want the World ! All paid for by British people's donations, of course.

It has a ‘new national team of health, safety and environment advisers’ winning ‘health and safety’ awards, speaks of creating a ‘diversity leadership group’ among staff and supporting the ‘International Day Against Homophobia.’

Posts currently advertised include a ‘safeguarding officer’ earning up to £41,926 — a job that generally involves responsibility for ‘health, safety and wellbeing’.

The restructuring exercise created 42 ‘area lifesaving managers’ to supervise half a dozen lifeboat stations each.

As a result, there have been dramatic changes in the relationship between crews and RNLI HQ.

In the past, ‘regional managers’ responsible for dozens of stations would visit every six months. Under the new regime, local volunteers are inspected monthly or even weekly. That often causes friction.

According to Tom Clark, who was sacked after 34 years of service: ‘Too many area managers, including the one who got rid of me, are young graduates who have never been to sea, and have no idea of the skill and effort required to be a lifeboatman. 

The RNLI has run slap bang into 'Price's Law.'. 65% or more of its managers will contribute zero or even a nett negative value. Boy has that happened. And some managerial disasters can ruin the entire organisation.

They rely on forms and procedures to make up for their lack of experience.’ As a result, volunteers such as Clark — nominated for an MBE by the RNLI in 2016 — complain of disciplinary investigations over breaches of protocol which, they say, would in previous years have been dealt with informally, if at all.

‘We are having our hands held by politically correct busybodies,’ is how one puts it.

Mild fellow. I call them wreckers. They are doing more damage than a force 10 wind. 

In Clark’s case, one element that led to his sacking were claims that he swore at a colleague — an apparent breach of the RNLI’s code of conduct (‘Yes, I swore. It’s a rufty-tufty place at sea and people do swear,’ he admits). Other lifeboatmen say this new culture of micro-management means basic operations are preceded by risk assessments and team briefings.

 ‘Even to go out into the local bay to pick up some kid who’s floated away on a lilo, you need to use a flip chart and talk about contingency plans,’ complains one. 

‘In the past, we just got the job done.

‘Now, coxswains must fill out forms confirming there’s a navigator and mechanic on board, and there has been a health and safety briefing. It’s all crazy box-ticking.’

At a Channel Islands lifeboat station, a volunteer medic upset his bosses by refusing to spend five days of his own time on a basic first aid course. As a local GP trained in acute care, he felt it unnecessary and resigned in protest.

To be fair to the RNLI, the number of crews known to be in conflict with HQ represents a small proportion of their overall total.

But it doesn’t explain the sheer nastiness of these disputes.

Which brings us back to Andy Hibbs, of Jersey, who fell foul of RNLI high command last year after a formal investigation into allegations that he’d launched a lifeboat without permission.

The claim was found to be untrue: Hibbs proved he was elsewhere on the day in question. But he was furious that the RNLI would not tell him who filed the original complaint.

And isn't this the typical lefty way. Accusers, false accusers, do not get named. 

In April, he angrily emailed an RNLI manager saying ‘the whole thing was b*llocks’ and was sacked for breaking the charity’s ‘code of conduct’.

Public protests followed. Hibbs appealed against the sacking, and it was duly overturned — only for the RNLI to insist that a full-time employee from HQ had to be stationed in St Helier to oversee him.

After months of friction, in November the crew resigned.

It has since emerged, in internal RNLI documents, that the original complaint against Hibbs was made to RNLI chief executive Paul Boissier by Phil Buckley, then the harbour master at St Helier.

And this triggered more ill-feeling as Buckley and Boissier are longstanding acquaintances, who served together on Royal Navy submarines.

Meanwhile, the RNLI executive who presided over much of Mr Hibb’s treatment was Leesa Harwood, the community lifesaving and fundraising director responsible for the unpopular management restructuring. 

She announced her resignation the other day, though the charity says this was not related to recent events.

Nonetheless, many of our nation’s brave lifeboatmen dearly hope for a major change in the management culture at a much loved organisation which seems increasingly to find itself in choppy waters.

Volunteers do not seek payment. 

But they quite rightly demand Respect.

They risk their lives. Their expertise is won in battle against the elemental forces at sea. 

They have EARNED respect.

But post in, 'above' them,  some Lefty tampon who knows absolutely nothing of the job and with absolutly no similar risk and earned respect, and what do we expect?

It is a disgrace.

I raise my tankard to the men who 'do the job'. 

I hope you will join me. 

The Tavern has the lights on again.

Pax

The Ruination of Women

There are so many fine, good women in the world, and like the many fine and good men, they generally stay quietly living their lives and raising the families instead of knitting beside the Guillotine. That is where in the past we found “les tricoteuses de laGuillotine” and Madam Defarge. She didn't go away. The evil woman has never gone away. There are some women, many women who love death. The more gruesome the better.

Yes, I know. We could mention all the evil men who seem always to be in the way too, but today we heard a voice from the deep giving thought to the womenfolk of old and new who are taken by evil. 

Possessed, one might say.

Women possess emotions. It is the conventional wisdom that women are more emotional than men. I doubt that, m'self, but there we go. Women possess the wide range palette of emotions and display them readily.

But the wicked women have a 'Limited Range'. 

And I heard about it while down in the crypt. 

I occasionally let someone look through the door, but generally it is a place where I go to Worship. To Pray. Alone. But this time I had invited a chap to sit and talk down there instead of in the bar. His words spoke of important matters. Spiritual as well as down to earth. 

Michael Matt sat in the quietness and dark and took a hard look at the George Soros-backed Women's March in D.C., New York, London, Rome and all around the world-- and asks the question: What are they really protesting and what does it mean for our countries and for all of us? 

And what's with the little reddish hats? Do these not harken back to "les bonnet rouges"--the red "liberty hats" worn by the terrorists who beheaded Catholic France back in 1789? What's the connection? 

Why do these women hate us? 

Why do they hate pro-lifers? 

What does their rabid defence of partial-birth abortion reveal about the end of our civilization? 

Men can be wicked. Women can be wicked. 

Both are of great interest to satan. He wants all human beings. He tries to get all. He wants those too who try to be good. 

He fears man and he fears woman.

He has a Limited Range of emotions.

His are limited to Fear, Anger, Hatred and.... Spite.

He fears and hates man because Christ chose to become man. 

He fears and hates woman because Mary, Mother of Christ, will crush his head. It is she who will command the army that wipes him and his evil from the world. 

It is in his interest to destroy women, womanhood, their ability to bring life into the world. 

He hates the Compassion and Love of women: he hates their Nurturing; their Empathy. These he will take every opportunity to destroy. 

It is at the root of Feminism. Its 'cause'.

The very Good woman is especially hated.

And feared.

Almost the last evil of that time and the one horror that ended the French Revolution was the judicial mob-murder of the Carmelite Nuns. 

They were as innocent of sin as the babies in the womb that our modern evil women hate and fear. And kill.

Those women, those Nuns, did not fear: they were not angry; they did not hate. They had no spite.

I had much to pray about.

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And then I had Ale to pull and pour.

And to listen to others. So up the steps I had to go, into the light.

No guillotine in the Tavern.

Drink up.

Pax