The Sunday Rumble: 22.9.19

Who turned the sun off and the taps on?   I don't know but when I find out he, or perhaps that should be 'He', will get a slap!  We have, or at least, I have, enjoyed two incredible weeks of delicious, non-stop Autumnal sunshine - until this morning!  Needless to say, this non-stop sunshine occurred when I was on duty as volunteer 'garden waterer' to two of my neighbours, so every evening I have been trudging the paths acting as a sort of latter-day 'Gunga Din'.  When they get back they will never know the hard labour I put in - unless I tell them, which I will, over and over!

Talking of 'Gunga Din':   I sort of 'know' of Rudyard Kipling's famous poem but I have never actually read it which is my 'bad' because it is excellent.  Here it is so you, too, can re-educate yourselves:

You may talk o’ gin and beer
When you’re quartered safe out ’ere,
An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots of ’im that’s got it.
Now in Injia’s sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin’ of ’Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din,
He was ‘Din! Din! Din!
‘You limpin’ lump o’ brick-dust, Gunga Din!
‘Hi! Slippy hitherao
‘Water, get it! Panee lao,
‘You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din.’

The uniform ’e wore
Was nothin’ much before,
An’ rather less than ’arf o’ that be’ind,
For a piece o’ twisty rag
An’ a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment ’e could find.
When the sweatin’ troop-train lay
In a sidin’ through the day,
Where the ’eat would make your bloomin’ eyebrows crawl,
We shouted ‘Harry By!’
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped ’im ’cause ’e couldn’t serve us all.
It was ‘Din! Din! Din!
‘You ’eathen, where the mischief ’ave you been?
‘You put some juldee in it
‘Or I’ll marrow you this minute
‘If you don’t fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!’

’E would dot an’ carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An’ ’e didn’t seem to know the use o’ fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin’ nut,
’E’d be waitin’ fifty paces right flank rear.
With ’is mussick on ’is back,
’E would skip with our attack,
An’ watch us till the bugles made 'Retire,’
An’ for all ’is dirty ’ide
’E was white, clear white, inside
When ’e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was ‘Din! Din! Din!’
With the bullets kickin’ dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could hear the front-ranks shout,
‘Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!’

I shan’t forgit the night
When I dropped be’ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should ’a’ been.
I was chokin’ mad with thirst,
An’ the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Gunga Din.
’E lifted up my ’ead,
An’ he plugged me where I bled,
An’ ’e guv me ’arf-a-pint o’ water green.
It was crawlin’ and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,
I’m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
It was 'Din! Din! Din!
‘’Ere’s a beggar with a bullet through ’is spleen;
‘’E's chawin’ up the ground,
‘An’ ’e’s kickin’ all around:
‘For Gawd’s sake git the water, Gunga Din!’

’E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An’ a bullet come an’ drilled the beggar clean.
’E put me safe inside,
An’ just before ’e died,
'I ’ope you liked your drink,’ sez Gunga Din.
So I’ll meet ’im later on
At the place where ’e is gone—
Where it’s always double drill and no canteen.
’E’ll be squattin’ on the coals
Givin’ drink to poor damned souls,
An’ I’ll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Though I’ve belted you and flayed you,
By the livin’ Gawd that made you,
You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

Dammit, now I really must read some more Kipling, he captured an era.

 

Is nothing sacred to the 'Woke' idiots?   In this case I am referring to the 'soppy sillies' who run the charity that in turn runs our National Life Boat Service.  According to The Mail, a volunteer life boat skipper has quit in disgust at the increasing stupidity of various management decisions based more on 'Political Correctness' than common-sense.

Last week The Mail on Sunday reported how the RNLI is spending millions on projects abroad, including buying burkinis for Muslim women in Africa.
Now we can reveal that the charity is slashing more than 100 jobs in the UK despite sitting on a cash pile of £126 million – and is facing claims of ‘hushing up’ the loss of one of its lifeboats following a fire on the vessel.

The disclosures follow clashes between the RNLI leadership and lifeboat crews, including the sacking in 2017 of a coxswain at a station in Arbroath, Scotland, after he failed to prevent a prank in which a crewman bared his buttocks.

Two crewmen from Whitby, North Yorkshire, were also dismissed last summer after tea mugs were found to be decorated with ‘inappropriate material of a sexual nature’.

I wonder if any of those 'PC softies' would volunteer to go out in raging seas at midnight to rescue mariners in peril?  Only, I suppose, if the victims first passed a 'woke' test!

 

Greta Thunberg is a dim, dumb, little, lying liar!   Yes, I know she's only a young gal but this grumpy, old man shows no mercy to anyone spouting, misleading rubbish!

As so often in this never-ending agit-prop concerning 'Global Warming' which the fanatics have now dropped as a key phrase mainly because it has been utterly disproven and replaced it with the utterly meaningless 'Climate Change', I rely utterly on the one man I totally admire on this subject.  Yes, of course, it is the superb Anthony Watts.

 

Dawkins well and truly thumped!   Alas, I don't have the time to summarise, suffice to say that Richard Dawkins receives a right hook, a left hook and a kick in the goolies from a man who knows where-of he writes and contradicts just about everything in Dawkins' latest book.  You read and drool over it here:

https://blogs.spectator.co.uk/2019/09/if-richard-dawkins-loves-facts-so-much-why-cant-he-get-them-right/

 

There's no justice in this world!   I have just read in The Mail that George Blake is still alive and well and living in a four-bedroom dacha outside Moscow.  This half-Dutch, half-Turkish, former MI6 agent betrayed hundreds of others to the Russians. 

 

To be fair, which I am not inclined to be, he was an exceedingly brave and resourceful operator, almost to a 'James Bond' level.  Even so, with deliberate malice and forethought his treacherous actions led to the deaths of hundreds of other men.  He should have died of agonising cancer years ago but somehow he dodged the bullet.  I can only hope he has a sad and painful old age!

 

The legal 'brown stuff' will hit the fan:  Either tomorrow or perhaps the day after when their Lordships in the Supreme Court issue a decision on the recent Parliamentary shenanigans.  Actually, I suppose, it will be more like political 'brown stuff' but either way it will smell as sweet!

 

No more rumbles today

 

 

Comments

[Whitewall]

The movie pictures of Gunga Din sort of look like Justin Trudeau?

[JK]

Is it just me or has anyone else had it occur to them the little Thunberg brat bears what I imagine to've been what the adolescent Hillary Clinton resembled?

And so whiney (whingey?).

[JK]

And her Dad probably.

https://dailytimewaster.blogspot.com/2019/09/dive-dive.html

That is, isn't it, one of those yerbie derble languages scrolling across the bottom of the screen?

[Bob]

The link in Anthony Watt's piece doesn't go to the chart in his piece, and after several searches of the international disaster database, I can't find it. Typical entries in the IDD can be seen here:

https://www.emdat.be/search/node/climate%20change

Lomborg, the alleged author of the graph isn't an AWG denier.

"His issue is not with the reality of climate change, but rather with the economic and political approaches being taken (or not taken) to meet the challenges of that climate change."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bj%C3%B8rn_Lomborg

A need to call names on a little girl to make a point is desperate as well as asinine.

[JK]

So what

[David Duff]

So then, Bob, in your opinion is gorgeous Greta right or wrong in her statement?

Oh, and by the way, as far as global warming goes I neither agree nor disagree because global temperatures have always shifted in one direction or another although I strongly suspect that the current increase is being used as 'agitprop' for reasons far removed from climate!

[Bob]

David, a definitive answer isn't possible since "unacceptable" is subjective. Anthony Watt is obviously making a specious argument:

https://www.cbc.ca/news/world/europe-heat-wave-temperatures-deaths-1.5195960

[Whyaxye]

Greta is absolutely right to say that we are seeing a loss of livelihoods. if she encourages (less privileged) kids to truant, they will be incapable of earning a living.

[JK]

As you say Whyaxye because as we all know 'white kids suffering the same ill effects as do poor kids' deprived such as they are ... yada yada yada and so on.

[JK]

"7 people have died in 4-day heatwave and there are water shortages in France"

Some *link* there Bob.

Some might even be tempted to remark, specious is as specious does. You reckon Bob in the greater scheme those "7" were all the obits published across "western Europe" those four days?

Something somehow tells me, given our nation's founding stock's genetic profile there were at least a couple dozen saying in whatever their languages happened to be the equivalent of "Hey, hold my beer."

And given the proclivity of that same general stock to climb mountains I wouldn't be surprised if, at least one or two denied Everest owing to the long waiting lines - probably froze to death on either the one mountain I know of in the Alps - Matterhorn? - or whatever mountain pass that 'Utsi' fellow got glaciated in on.

And it occurs (and this will mebbe offend your woke sensitivities Bob but wtf - calling "little girls names" [recall Malcolm mentioning Sacred Objects? You can pretend all you might but another example I might offer would be that Hogg kid who now "is sanctified" sufficiently for your like "to authoritatively speak for" whatever is the current fashion of the next in the long line of stuff your like would have my like denied, legislated, confiscated, called bad names, and in all other available manner, Godwinized (you know Bob, 'He who first invokes Hitler wins' - But anyway Bob that's what it's come to, the "little girls and boys" are no longer 'little girls and boys' oh no indeedy no - "properly sanctified" they're Sacred Objects.

You ever imagine Bob you, "properly irreligious" as you consider yourself could ever have the appellation sanctimonious applied to yourself?

Probably not I'd grant you Bob - you're Bob "beyond that."

I trust Bob you'll whenever our contretemps come up in the future you'll recognize my using Mother Superior will be my way of replying to yourself?

Pompous is no longer available.

Which is too bad.

[JK]

https://nymag.com/intelligencer/2019/09/andrew-sullivan-when-the-ideologues-come-for-the-kids.html

I'd texted for, if there was any occurred "help" but then Mother Superior I can't imagine getting anybody better than this guy.

[Bob]

JK,

Oh please, please, please, please, please, don't call me Mother Superior. I can't take it. Not at all! Boo hoo hoo hoo!