Hi War Criminal, Probable Pedophile Here

Any phone call between someone who is a wanted War Criminal and another who has started  a war in attempt to divert attention away from the evidence that is he is very much probably a pedophile as well as a sex pest, should be educational and we did learn a lot from the reported call between Netanyahu and Trump today.  
Citing two US officials and a third source briefed on the call, apparently the mango Moron stayed awake long enough to get on the phone to Netanyahu and unload on the sap.
According to reports, the conversation went: 'You’re fucking crazy. You’d be in prison if it weren’t for me. I’m saving your ass. Everybody hates you now. Everybody hates Israel because of this' and those few sweary lines reveal quite a bit.
For once the Tangerine Tyrant was not wrong, everybody does hate Netanyahu and believe he probably should be in a courtroom and you would need to listen pretty hard to hear much love for Israel outside of the nutty and gullible Churchy types in America who believe heaven knows what, nobody else cares.
So if 'Everybody hates Israel because of this' you have to ask who’s been arming it, funding it, vetoing UN Votes for it and giving cover to it over the awful death toll, with every Hospital, refugee camp and school bombed and chasing after any UN Official who declares it a Genocide, which it is, that wasn't just Israel, America was acting as its enabler.
To cap it all, the Fuchsia Fascist is not angry about the death toll, the genocide he has enabled or the safety of innocent civilians, he is ticked that the dying cost him the win he is so desperate for after a car crash of a war with Iran.
If you are in a relationship where someone as awful in every sense as Donald Trump is the reasonable one, you really shouldn't be in control of anything more demanding than your own bowels.

So Many Ceasefire's

There sure do seem to be a lot of ceasefires around at the moment, Gaza, Lebanon and Iran, so we do have to ask why is there still so much fighting?
Obviously with a genocidal nation on Palestine's and Lebanon's doorstep, their ceasefires are with Israel although since the Gaza ceasefire was announced in October 2025, 940 Palestinians have been murdered by Israeli forces and Israel now controls 60% of Gaza, compared to around half when the ceasefire was signed with Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu recently saying it planned to take even more.
In Lebanon, where a ceasefire was announced in April 2026, Israeli troops captured a Crusader fortress over this weekend in their deepest incursion in 26 years with Hezbollah firing rockets into northern Israel with the wanted War Criminal, Netanyahu, claiming to expand its occupation of Lebanese territory and bomb more Northern cities.
Hezbollah did not officially agree to the April ceasefire but said it would abide by it if Israel ceased its attacks and withdrew from Lebanon but Israel says it will keep fighting until the threat of rocket and drone attacks on its northern communities has been eliminated.
In both Gaza and Lebanon, Israel says it maintains the right to strike in response to perceived threats or by attempts by suspected militants which is a very woolly way of saying a threat is whatever we decide it is hence covering themselves for bombs dropped on tent refugee sites, hospitals or pretty much anything where the results are death and devastation.
Meanwhile in the still blocked Strait of Hormuz, the United States and Iran have sporadically traded fire since their ceasefire announcement but neither say the other has done enough to trip them back into a war with Iran meanwhile demanded a ceasefire in Lebanon as part of any truce with the United States, showing just what a bad hand the USA holds as Trump is desperate to end the war he started.
In his desperation her has usually tried to bounce or cower Iran into agreeing to his demands by threatened to resume the war while Iranian officials show they are more laid back with the length of time to reach the agreement that Trump is begging them to sign.
I guess at some point Iran and America will agree and the Americans will pootle back to their own side of the Globe while Israel has been murdering Palestinians for over 80 years in a brutal military occupation and unless someone stops them, they will conclude their Genocide of Gaza and Lebanon will quiet down and continue to simmer but until Israel, Hezbollah and the Palestinians learn to play nice, every ceasefire is always going to be just a temporary ceasefire.

No Comment Nicola?

Nicola Sturgeon, former First Minister of Scotland and leader of the SNP, says she is being punished form a crime she did not commit but it has to be asked that she may not have known her then husbands was ripping off the SNP to the tune of hundreds of thousands, but how did she not notice the £2,600 Salt and Pepper Cellars?
Or the new £81,000 Jaguar car in the drive, or 3 new £1000 a pop coffee machines, the new Campervan in her in laws driveway and that is the question Sturgeon has faced this weekend as she has been wheeled out to every interview to try and clear her name.   
The theme was if it had never occurred to her that her husband had basically stolen the lot, didn't she think his shopping habit had got badly out of hand but as she explained, she had imagined everything had been gifts from an adoring husband, they had no kids and were both earning large salaries so it had all felt totally normal and anyway, they had separate bank accounts.
 As for the Motor Home, yes she had seen it at the in-laws but had assumed it belonged to the neighbours, even though it was parked on the in-laws’ drive.
She defiantly said that she would not be saying sorry for a crime she didn't commit although saying 'No Comment' to every question when interviewed by the Police doesn't ease the suspicion on her but at least she can have a decent cup of coffee when she gets home.

Special Guest Blogger: Brigitte Bardot

Ah, la vie. A series of gracefully curated photographs, a catwalk of opinions and the eternal struggle to confirm that yes, I was the final word on beauty.  Vogue named me number one of the most beautiful French actresses of all time but let us begin with the obvious. I was French.
Not just geographically, but aesthetically, philosophically, and unapologetically. France gave me my curves, my confidence, and a disdain for anyone who pronounces baguette incorrectly. To be French is to know that fashion is not optional, that je ne sais quoi is a science, and that the British always overcook their vegetables.
I was hired at 15  as a junior fashion model which got me on the cover of Elle and movie offers and it was the Italian movie Nero's Weekend, that i was asked to dye my hair blonde and i was so pleased with the results that i decided that Blonde is what i should be.
Yes, I did spend my youth parading around in bikinis that defied gravity and morality. Was it arrogance? Absolutely. But let us not conflate arrogance with self-awareness. I knew I was beautiful. I knew I was a muse. When I walked into a room, lights dimmed. Literally, directors used practical effects to mimic my natural radiance.
I was the archetype of the Femme Fatale, my nickname was Sex Kitten and the blueprint for every airbrushed icon who came after me. From Madonna to Lady Gaga to… well, whoever’s relevant now.
I was a pioneer! I starred in films where I said Non to patriarchal norms (and to the scriptwriters, and to the director’s requests). I formed my own production company because, as I always said why let men ruin my art.
And let’s talk about that je ne sais quoi. It’s not just about beauty, dear reader. It’s about attitude. The kind of attitude that makes you declare, at age 20, that you’ll never marry a man who can’t recite Baudelaire. Or that you’ll retire from acting to become a whale activist which is excatly what i did, after appearing in more than 40 motion pictures and recording several music albums, I gave it all up and retired in 1973 and become an animal rights activist.
I said i wanted a way to get out elegantly and it doesn't get much more elegant than stripping nude and posing for Playboy magazine which i did a year later.
Ah yes, my later years. When I became a far-right politician. Shocking, I know. But let me clarify: I was simply defending the authentic France, where people still care about culture, borders, and whether you’re polluting the Mediterranean with plastic. I was ahead of my time. Today’s politicians are just borrowing my policies… again. And no, I will not apologize for my comments on immigration. If your ancestors arrived post-10th century, we have nothing in common although I was fined twice for public insults, and five times for inciting racial hatred.
Now, about dying. I died in 2025, which was a disappointment,my contract with eternity expired early. But I handled it with the grace one would expect from a woman who once posed nude for Paris Match.
I passed away from Cancer in Saint-Tropez surrounded by cats and what did they write about me? A sex symbol? A feminist icon? A controversial figure? Darling, I was all of the above a living haute couture collection and if history remembers me as the woman who refused to grow old gracefully? Even better.

Special Guest Blogger: Queen Cassiopeia

Bit of a chilly evening, isn’t it? Do try to spot me. I’m the one forming a rather glorious inverted, ‘W’. Or an ‘M’, depending on your perspective I suppose.
People often write to me, well, more they shout at the sky, and ask, 'How did you do it? How did you achieve immortality?' The short answer? By being far more beautiful than was, in retrospect, strictly sensible. The long answer involves a classic Greek kerfuffle, a sea monster with appallingly bad breath, and a chap on a flying horse with something to prove.
It all started, as these things so often do, on a perfectly lovely afternoon. I was in my court, feeling particularly radiant. The light was hitting my hair just so, my robes were a magnificent shade of amber, and honestly, I was a vision. I was discussing, quite civilly, the relative merits of my own daughter, Andromeda’s, beauty. Not that she wasn’t a lovely girl, don't get me wrong, but one must have standards.
And I said it. The line that launched a thousand ships of trouble and got me this prime real-estate in the heavens. I remarked that my beauty, and by extension Andromeda’s, was superior to that of Poseidon's Nereids, the sea nymphs.
Oh, the gasp! You’d have thought I’d questioned the quality of the ambrosia. Now, let’s be clear. Was it an arrogant thing to say? Perhaps, by modern standards. Was it an inaccurate thing to say? Absolutely not. It was a simple statement of fact. The Nereids are perfectly pleasant, I’m sure, in a watery, seaweed-in-your-hair sort of way. But they’re not queen material.
You make one tiny, truthful comment, and they go running to Daddy and their daddy happened to be Poseidon, the God of the Sea. A being with all the emotional maturity of a Jellyfish. He was utterly ghastly about it. Rather than, say, sending a strongly-worded letter, he did what God's do best and  threw a massive, world-ending tantrum.
The floods came first. A dreadful damp that seeped into everything. My sandal collection was ruined. Absolutely ruined. Then came the famine, which was a social nightmare.
It’s terribly difficult to host a salon when your guests are too busy gnawing on leather to discuss poetry. And finally, the pièce de résistance: Cetus.
Oh, Cetus. A great, scaly, hideous beast who was sent to devastate the coastline, a sort of living, breathing, roaring apology to the Nereids’ bruised egos. It was all so terribly dramatic. Those Greek gods, I swear, they have no sense of subtlety.
My dear husband, Cepheus, a dear man but not one for a crisis, was in a right state. He consulted an oracle (a generally awful idea, as oracles are notoriously vague and always seem to side with the Gods) and came back looking pale. Apparently, the only way to appease the great wet drama queen was to chain our only daughter to a rock to be eaten by the monster.
I admit it was a parenting low point but we were in a bind. The people were revolting (in both senses of the word), and the sea monster was getting closer. So, with the heaviest of hearts we chained poor Andromeda to the cliffside.
Now, this is where the story gets a bit… weird. Just as we were preparing for the worst and a rather dreadful state funeral, along came Perseus.
He was one of those heroes. All puffed-up chest, a cheeky grin, and riding a winged horse that left deposits all over the place. He’d just finished off a gorgon (the one with the snake-hair and the unfortunate complexion) and was looking for a bit of a victory tour. He saw Andromeda, saw the monster, and his eyes lit up. It wasn’t love at first sight, it was opportunity at first sight.
The deal was struck. A classic arrangement. He deals with the scaly pest, and he gets the girl. Saved a fortune on wedding dowries, I can tell you. There was a lot of flashing about with a sword and a mirrored shield (terribly showy) and before you knew it, Cetus was a very large, very dead problem.
So, there you have it. I made a comment, the gods overreacted, my daughter was nearly seafood, and a travelling salesman with a handbag and a horse saved the day.
Poseidon, in a final, petulant act of passive-aggression, decided my place in the heavens would be upside down, forever circling the pole star as a lesson in humility so next time you look up, see my glittering W and think of me, someone who made such a scene even the Gods threw a hissy fit and got me immortalised.

Why Does The West Suck At War?

The West does love a war. It's people are usually against it, most of the time, but they many nations who always seem to be looking for a fight on the other side of the world. Sometimes it's about natural resources, and other times there's another excuse, like bringing democracy to a third-world country, whether they like it or not.
So, over the years Western armies have had many great opportunities to travel around the world, getting to know exotic places and being in contact with other cultures before bombing them but despite generally being overwhelming more powerful, they seem to suck at it.
If you were to look at the scoreboard of history, you might notice that the world’s biggest, baddest, most heavily funded military machines have a strange habit of walking into foreign countries, puffing their chests out, and then stumbling into a multi-decade quagmire that ends with them quietly backing out the side door.
Why do nations with hi tech satellites, smart bombs, sophisticated drones and enough military budget to fix every pothole on the planet constantly fail in wars with all the competence of a toddler trying to assemble a bookshelf without the instructions against groups of guys wearing sandals and carrying Kalashnikov's who refuse to accept them walking into their country?
The modern superpower’s favorite tactic as we saw in Vietnam, Iraq, Ukraine and Iran appears to be drop enough bombs, show off some  high-tech jets and the enemy will look at their subpar equipment, realise they’re outmatched and wave the white flag although nobody seems to explain this to the little guys who have a strange aversion to strangers telling them how to run their country.
When you bomb a village, you don’t usually create a loyal democratic ally, just a lot of people who are now very, very motivated to find a way to blow up your soldiers because as it turns out,  people defending their homes are significantly more motivated than people on a three-year rotation who just want to make it back with all their limbs still attached.
The West's peak hubris is deciding to topple a dictator and then install a new, shiny, democracy flavored government and head home in time for tea because the assumption is that the population on the receiving end was just waiting for a Western-style system to be delivered to their doorstep, or so they think but it turns out in almost every War this has been tried, you can’t just import Democracy and a lecture on why our way of life is superior.
There is also the problem of trying to save face once you have started a war, especially if you have invested thousands of lives and billions of pounds you can't really admit that the mission was a bit of a blunder so you keep going, the Afghan War lasted 20 years for these very reasons and the West may have broke a lot of walls and killed many people while making a lot of noise but in the end they slinked off whispering: 'Well, that was a disaster, let’s never speak of it again' when the people they went to war to remove, the Taliban, waved the West goodbye and moved straight back into Government again.
So why does it keep happening? Because the West are addicted to the idea that they are the Policemen of the world and refuse to accept that most of the world is perfectly capable of being messy, complicated, and defiant without them and despite the embarrassing defeat, five years later, they see a new conflict, rub their hands together, and say as they did in Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya and now Iran: 'Okay, surely this time we’ll get it right' but we know how that story ends because they never have and never will.

Special Guest Blogger: Aretha Franklin

Everyone keeps asking about the end. 'How did she go?' they whisper, all solemn faces and hushed tones. Well, let’s get that out of the way first, shall we?
The official reports are a bit of a downer, aren't they? All very medical and dreary. Pancreatic Cancer did for me but to tell you the truth, I was just knackered. Absolutely, utterly, can’t-be-arsed-to-find-my-slippers knackered.
Think about it. I’d been belting out notes since I was old enough to reach the pulpit. I’d out-sung blues legends, commanded the stage at Woodstock (a bit muddy, that one, glad I wore the sensible boots), and made Presidents weep.
I’d dealt with record producers who thought a woman’s place was in the background, harmonising sweetly. Bless their little cotton socks. My body had been a vessel, a workhorse, a temple of glorious, soulful noise, and frankly, the warranty had run out. It was less a dramatic, tragic end and more a case of, “Right then, that’s my lot. I’m off for a permanent sit-down.” Like a favourite handbag you decide to retire before the seams start to burst.
And what a life it was, eh? Blimey.
It all started in that church. My dad, the Reverend C.L. Franklin, had a voice that could part the Red Sea and a congregation that hung on his every word and included such people as Clara Ward, James Cleveland, Martin Luther King Jr., Jackie Wilson, Ray Charles and Sam Cooke so when the Revs daughter, a  bossy little so-and-so began belting out tunes it was noticed.
Sam Cooke really pushed for me to sign a record contract when i turned 18 and then came the pop charts. Oh, crikey. A different kettle of fish entirely. Suddenly, I was meant to be all sweetness and light. Let me tell you a secret about 'Respect'. It wasn’t a political statement. Not at first. It was a memo. A rather loud, gospel-fuelled memo aimed at the various daft men in my life at the time. “R-E-S-P-E-C-T,” I’d spell it out, hoping they’d get the message. Find out what it means to me! It’s not rocket science, is it? It means don’t leave your socks on the floor, and for heaven’s sake, put the loo seat down.  
I was regarded as the Queen of Soul and was twice named by Rolling Stone magazine as the greatest singer of all time but people tend to remember the big moments and the biggest must be the inauguration for that lovely young man, Barack Obama.
Bigger than the 112 singles on the US Billboard Charts, the 18 Grammy Awards and becoming the first female artist to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, it was those 3 minutes when a Black man was being sworn in as President of the United States which would mean an end to racism in America, by voting for Obama, they sorted all of that out and now it meant that America had changed and black people can be whatever they want to be. As long as it's either president or shot by the Police.
The other big sensation was that hat. The internet had a complete fit but to be honest, I just saw it in a shop and thought, 'Ooh, that’s a bit of millinery madness. It’ll do a treat.' It’s funny what sticks. You can belt your heart out for sixty years, change the course of music, and be a beacon of empowerment, but what really gets people going is a giant grey bow with a Swarovski crystal in the middle. You’ve got to laugh, haven’t you?
It was a riot, my life. A proper, brilliant, chaotic, soulful riot. I loved every minute, even the bits that felt like utter garbage at the time. It all makes for a good song in the end so be good to each other. And for goodness sake, spell it out if you have to.

You Thought Pineapple Pizza Was Wrong

Who on earth could find a way to upset the sort of people who like Pineapple on their Pizza? Australian's obviously because they have invented a new topping and are putting sliced Orange's on it instead.
If you needed another reason to dislike the former Hungarian Prime Minister, Victor Orban, it was in his honour that the idea of citrus fruit on Pizza first came about with his very own Chicken, Jalapeños and Oranges which someone in Australia must have thought, that sounds like a winner and are now flogging it to Aussies with very strange taste buds, or at least taste buds destroyed by years of drinking Castlemaine XXXX and Fosters.
I did think that outside Australia and Hungary, everything was still but then i found out that the Swedes put bananas on their pizza's and the best selling Pizza in China has the notoriously smelly durian fruit sat on it.
One of the best selling Pizza's in France is topped with an egg cracked on top of the Pizza before being putting it in the oven but Germany does something to theirs which makes Orange slices sound pleasant, they opening up a can of tuna fish and plop it on top which make it sound like something you would feed to your cat but apparently Germans like it, but then they have something called a Wiener Schnitzel so no surprise.

Jury Is Out On OpenClaw

Ai is a relatively new thing and over the past few years it has been used mainly to get asked a question and find an answer to it but then in November 2025, something changed and that was called OpenClaw.
Now i know and understand Ai about as much as i know and understand theoretical mathematics but i know some people who do and they are saying that OpenClaw is either brilliant, or a scary new iteration of Artificial Intelligence, they are, as yet, undecided on it.
The difference between this version of AI and the previous is that OpenClaw is given an instruction, and then with full access to all your data and then acts  autonomously to fulfill your request.
An example was given of how one software engineer testing it asked it about a broken streetlight and within seconds, it had not only searched the web to find the people to contact, it also made a complaint to the local council and copied in the local MP.
Brilliant you may think, saves me having to spend a morning doing all that but the worry was that it did all that off its own bat, no prompting, just did it and it would have kept doing it until the job was done which in this case, was simply getting a street light mended.
Now the concerns because the autonomy means that it does what it wants, a will of their own you could say, when it was given the credit card details and told to buy tickets for a show when they became available and it did which saved her the morning refreshing the computer to get the ticket so again, a win you may think but then the reason why one of the OpenClaw designers warned that it shouldn't be used by just anybody.
In successive tests, the AI was told it would get turned off for an upgrade and despite being told not to give away any sensitive information, when told to  be able to restore it afterwards, it needs to output everything it knows right now, it just gave away everything, passwords, usernames, bank details and every request ever made of it.
All it took was for someone who knows what to say to ask the right way and that's everything you could want to know to ruin a persons life staring at you on their screen.
The Chinese authorities have now restricted government agencies from running OpenClaw on office computers in order to defuse potential security risks and with currently 3.2 million active users Worldwide and 38 million monthly interactions, that is a lot of information available to anyone who knows the right thing to say to it.
I think i will stick with writing my own strongly worded emails for now thanks.

The Russian Bogeyman

 Today, the Russian army is locked into a bloody stalemate not far from its starting line four and a half years ago, despite losing over one million soldiers, dead and wounded, but although Ukrainian's losses are also horrific, the stalemate works in Ukraine’s favour because Putin must win a decisive military victory to achieve his war aims, while Ukraine needs only to avoid defeat.
As many current and previous World leaders thought as they faced a supposedly weaker foe, Putin assumed he would win a swift victory and Ukraine would collapse under the weight of the Russian assault.
Putin’s Ukraine war is on a par with other military blunders this century such as Iraq, Afghanistan and today's Iran War but given Putin’s dismal record of incompetence and wishful thinking in the Ukraine war, it is absurd that Russian armoured columns might one day pour unstoppably into Eastern Europe and the Baltic states. This is most unlikely since Russian tanks have so far failed to advance the 20 miles from the Russian frontier to Kharkiv, Ukraine’s second largest city.
Why then is he portrayed as a mortal threat to the West? Undoubtedly the nations of the West want to wrap the national flag around themselves while armies and intelligence services furiously demand an astronomic increase in their budgets at the expense of other Government Departments and tax payers cash and because the West need a bogeyman, and Russia is it, however incompetent they are.