My empire

My life at this moment consists of wedding plans, dogs and the following websites:

• My Tumblr: mostly male arses, some archive and politics
• The Transdiffusion Broadcasting System: mostly articles, no porn
• Retropia: consisting of…
  • Former people – A collection of people who have fallen out of time
  • Numismia – Banknotes and coins of the world
  • The lost property office – things we’ve found
  • Stamp Club – Stamps, franks, envelopes and postcards of the world
  • Fly the friendly skies – Travel literature from the golden age of flying
  • and After the break… – Adverts and packaging of the past
• This is the age of the train – Ephemera from Britain’s railways since 1830

Come and have a gander.

The only good fascist is a dead fascist

The “Britannia Ball” compared to a Mosley rally, from Stuartsorensen’s Blog

The fascist “Britain First”, which while tiny are still fucking dangerous, have decided to go quiet during the general election campaign so as not to distract from UKIP’s campaign.

That tells you more about UKIP than it does about Joshua Bonehead’s Paul Golding & Jayda Fransen’s pathetic BF rabble.

I know you think UKIP are anti-politics and will give the Establishment a kick up the arse and so forth, but what you get for voting for UKIP’s I Can’t Believe It’s Not Fascism is… fascism.

Remember, fascism doesn’t arrive in jackboots and smash windows. Fascism arrives via the ballot box, pretending to be your friend. Then it puts on the jackboots and starts smashing windows when it’s too late to do anything.

If you lie down with dogs, you get fleas. If you lie down with UKIP, you get screwed.