It’s been a while since last looking at these skeets, not least of all because outside of the Labour Party and the mouthbreathers of the trade union movement and student unions – who see doing some research themselves cutting into their valuable drinking and pot smoking time – no one takes Hope Not Hate seriously anymore.
Too many awkward questions about why they seem so keen on employing old National Front and British National Party thugs, or why indeed they seem just a little too obsessed with thugs in general (it’s almost as if they secretly like them, but that couldn’t be right – could it?)
In our current age where no one feels ashamed anymore to not bother showing their working when launching ad hominem attacks, perhaps we shouldn’t be surprised that it has got to the stage Nick Lowles and his scum will tag anyone far right if they feel like it, even when anyone with the slightest knowledge of the British Isles’ political fringe will know of this lot …
In their so-called ‘The Unelectables: Meet the far-right candidates in the May 2026 elections’ written by their ‘Right Response Team’ on 21st April 2026 (in other words Nick Lowles and whatever other fellow low life he’s hired for a bottle of cheap plonk and chips), the Vectis Party were described as ‘obscure’.
They would only be obscure to London wankers like Lowles pig ignorant of anywhere west of Woking – which is of course one of the reasons that the Vectis Party was set up in the first place, back in 1967 by Councillor R. W. J. Cawdell at a time the population of the Isle of Wight was growing but paradoxically its services were declining – it’s entire rail network was closed down by 1966.
It has swung between being soft left wing and soft right wing, but the central theme was resentment towards the island being treated as Britain’s dump for maximum security psychopaths, superannuated retirees and upper class twits to have holiday homes and sail their yachts from. Worst of all the increasing ferry costs to and from the island resulted in most youngsters or young families being forced to leave in order to secure work (a problem that remains to this day).
Cawdell was part and parcel of the ‘regionalist’ movement that once had some interest in England with the likes of the Wessex Regionalists and in more recent times the Yorkshire Party, but the Vectis Party and its offshoots’ ultimate aim remains for the Isle of Wight to gain Crown Dependency status similar to the Isle of Man and the Channel Isles as the only means of any sort of long term future.
Taken from the party’s registration at the Electoral Commission – do these exactly look like ‘far right’ ideas to you?
The only reason it seems Lowles has tagged the Vectis Party as being ‘far right’ is because candidate Daryll Pitcher once stood for UKIP in in the 2017 General Election whilst a member of Vectis.
As always, stupid Lowles missed the real dirt: Pitcher was forced to resign as a councillor when jailed for a rape carried out thirty years previously in 2023 (the matter still divides opinion on the island, as it was ‘statutory rape’ for sex with a fourteen year old – the point being he was also fourteen years old at the time – and there were accusations the case was politically motivated).
That’s what real research looks like, Hope Not Hate, learn from an expert.
Aw, diddums!
Let the world’s smallest violin play that ‘Honest Places’ vlogger Danny has finally come a deserved cropper from one fed up pub’s regulars who threw him out to stop him recording one of his crass monetised social media videos where he visits pubs he described as the ‘dodgiest’, ‘roughest’, ‘most working class’, ‘darkest’, ‘seediest’ or whatever other description might sound macho to fail males that develop priapism watching Irvine Welsh and Quentin Tarantino movies.
‘Honest Places’ vids – like far too many ‘social auditors’ or ‘citizen journalists’ – are vehicles of midlife crises, coming across as weaselly teens trying to be edgelords, rather than as in this case a bald, bespeckled forty plus year old with a nasally voice and silly rose neck tattoos trying to recapture the ‘wild youth’ he likely never had in the first place.
It’s slum tourism at its worst, treating pub crawling ‘where the other half live’ as an extreme sport to reinforce flaccid masculinity and caring little that the areas concerned will now be targeted by every wannabe arsebucket within a twenty mile radius looking for trouble – as if areas like this haven’t enough problems with ‘after two shandies will take on the world’ oxygen thieves.
It would be nice to think this will be the beginning of the end to his nonsense. But of course, this is precisely what his voyeur viewers want, so it will have the opposite effect.
There is at least the comforting thought that this gutter vlogging will have one inevitable ending, and with it a moral lesson to those who would go down a similar path of barrel scraping for clicks.
For The Benefit Of Anyone Thinking This Blog Is Dead …
You couldn’t be more wrong.
Life however sometimes gets in the way.
Have been busy, in work – and outside of it …
Some work still to do … but … getting there.
This is one of those reasons to be glad not to be British, or at least English.
Pathetic little Middle Englander skeets like this:
Oh you’re a real big man, bossing around schoolchildren who were doing and saying nothing wrong!
Not for the first time:
Again, the kids are doing nothing wrong.
However, it was a different story when this happened:
Isn’t it strange that this time, it’s all okay?
No intervention over some very blatant disrespecting of the King’s Guard there!
Of course, the difference was this was a fully grown man that would have punched fuck out of the weaselly little shit if he’d come on the same aggressive manner he did with the kids.
Or could it be that Mr Concerned London City Walks/London City Shorts had a raging erection?
Sure he expresses his ‘concern’ later, but it seems more a means to continue filming the pathetic narcissist that bit longer.
Anyone familiar with these channels will know that this creep seems to spend an obsessively large amount of time filming the only guys in London spending all day long pratting around in thigh high shiny leather boots – at least outside of London’s Gay nightclub in Soho, that is.
So-called ‘social auditors’ are a hazard of every day life that every small dick with a camera goes around looking for trouble to upload to their monatised YouTube channel. Some out there would do anything other than a proper day’s work.
It is also an unfortunate hazard of the job for the men at Horse Guards (and other such ceremonial military establishments) that they have to put up with pervy little pervs leering at them, sometimes for hours at a time, until told to move on by the police.
So what’s worse – schoolkids momentarily and harmlessly being schoolkids? Or creepy bastards hanging around people’s workplaces day after day white-knighting them to disguise their more sordid reasons for endlessly filming the same small area of London?
You decide.
Ashley Karmanski aka Preston Journalist Generally Clueless
In the wake of Charlie Veitch showing that it is possible to make a living winding up lefties (who of course want to be wound up in much the same way religious maniacs do as they’re never happier than given a pretext for a bit of self-righteous hated … there’s not much point being a zealot if you don’t have anyone to be a zealot at, is there?), there’s been all manner of pathetic little scrotes – from former National Front leader Tony Martin (no, not that Tony Martin, he’s dead now) to ‘reformed’ junkie (he’s now just addicted to toxic masculinity, so that makes it alright then …) Billy Moore and a screed of such ‘public auditors’ running around with smartphones or camera drones looking to get content largely from winding up society’s dregs, Guardianistas or minimum wage jobsworths in the desperate hope of monetising their You Tube channels rather than do a proper job.
(Small tip: public trolling is not, repeat not a valid career path – and for middle aged men acting like teenage know-it-alls it is particularly beyond bloody pathetic – albeit it’s at least less bloody pathetic than those shit tattooed limp dicks trying to make a career out of ‘drinking in Britain’s hardest pubs’ in the belief it will increase their sperm count).
One such example is clickbaiting masturbating all round utter skeet Ashley Karmanski aka Preston Journalist (bloody hell, anyone with any sense would want to keep it quiet they lived there!) that has been carbon footprinting without due care and attention for some time on the interwebs in his bid to become famous with much success, or even the accolade of the credibility enhancing ire of Hope Not Hate.
Perhaps realising that he’s on a limited timeframe for the latter before it goes bust (all of its revenue streams are now less than half of what they were this time last year, what a shame, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock …), the latest video from the little arseturnip (a failed Tory candidate for Bamber Bridge East in 2019 who left to set up his own ‘nationwide’ movement called Your Voice that was barely heard of again) claims that there’s going to be a General Strike on 25th May by ‘patriots’ and that it will bring down the current government in the process.
One small fatal flaw in his and other far right idiots’ cunning plan … the 25th May this year is a bloody Saturday, the day most people are off work anyway, and a full week after the English football season has come to an end and so even fewer people will be out and about than usual.
Oh, and before he tries denying where his political affilliations lie (although interviewing ex-UKIP candidate Alistair McConnachie – expelled from for Holocaust denial – in November 2021 certainly made it pretty obvious) …
Taken from Ashley Karmanski own Twitter/X channel: No comment necessary
… you don’t get this sort of hairdo unless it is from idolising a certain one testicled scumbag from last century.
BBC News Morons Don’t Know The Correct Isle Of Man Flag
Hard to tell what’s more upsetting – my country letting me down by being the first to sanction legal murder (but again, we were the last to abolish hanging), or the BBC being so utterly clueless as to the Isle of Man flag.
So for the benefit of those useless skeets:
This is the Brattagh Vannin with the Trie Cassyn, and don’t you forget it!
It has been the flag since 1966 … or 1967, or 1968, or 1971 … depends whose version of the story you’re hearing … when the old flag was ‘standardised’ for reasons never quite made clear (and which royally pissed off the local tourist shops that now had piles of obsolete tourist nik naks).
The old one was ‘officially’ adopted on 1st December 1932, although it had been in common use in various forms since the 13th century, the move being in response to diplomatic rows (what else?) about Manx civilian craft flying ‘fancy flags’ instead of the approved UK civil ensign (which as Ellan Vannin was never part of the UK, as far as any true Manx were concerned they could ram right up their arses).
What’s important is that the Trie Cassyn (Three Legs) are always seen to be running towards the flagpole – and thus symbolically towards the Isle of Man – as opposed to the old flag which always gave the impression of running towards the Steam Packet to escape.
As for the BBC, if it was a bloody Pride flag (all 2 507 364 of them) or one for Furries or some Pacific micronation – where the Great Chieftain still tosses off all the young warriors when they attain manhood (with some ceremony, of course) to please the goddess Unga Bunga and ensure the sun rises, the moon sets and their buttered toast never lands marmalade side down – no one’s heard of or cares except Tristran the BBC executive who went to Oxford with the Chieftain’s son to his fourth wife (twice removed and third on the left), you’d be bloody sure they’d know the correct one then with full chapter and verse behind it!
Heledd Roberts: People Need To Care More About Flytipping – Because I’m Hawt And Have Rabies Teeth!
This would be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic much, even by the BBC’s low standards.
Fly tipping and anything to do with cleaning up the environment is usually the preserve of thirty plus males who can’t get jobs elsewhere and can’t complete sentences without swearing at least twice as some sort of alternative punctuation, as anyone familiar with your average recycling centre will tell you.
Excuse therefore the reflex cynicism the above piece provoked which was headlined by an attractive blonde with the sort of white teeth only found on Rylan Clark Neal and old DEFRA rabies posters.
Suddenly that poster doesn’t seem quite so scary in context.
Back to the BBC, and Heledd Roberts was centre to the BBC story about fly tipping being the most important issue affecting Wales at this time, rather than say homelessness or unemployment.
See the sleight of hand, saying that Heledd Roberts is the daughter of a recycling centre owner? Why not interview someone who is actually working at the recycling centre? Because they look like a bag of spanners?
Now for the best bit – the real reason Heledd was chosen to be interviewed for this:
Seems like there’s more than one set of veneers in this article, namely that of the BBC with proper journalistic standards of fessing up whether any of their interviewees have direct involvement with the corporation, which according to Ms Roberts own LinkedIn account they most certainly do.
It isn’t illegal to interview your own journalists, but it is beyond bloody poor form to do so while trying to give the impression their connection to the story is in an entirely different personal or professional capacity altogether to the one it is stark staring obvious to be the case. Some would even argue such a piece is little better than gonzo journalism.
Another Manifesto, Same Old Promises Never To Keep (Except The Parts Lining Their Own Pockets)
Will never say anything bad about Tynwald elections ever again.
Anything we do, Comeoverland does a thousand times worse.
When it comes to doing full fat stupid, always rely on the British. And Americans (but they’re mostly inbred Brits anyway).
Butcher Of Tehran Dead
Quite aside from the current business in Gaza being down to their handiwork (ie. Raisi and Amir-Abdollahian: to distract Iranians from the murder of yet another hijab dissentor by the ‘morality police), there’s the thirty thousand plus Iranians murdered without trial by their Death Committee because the state decided they were in the way.
Don’t feel sorry for them. Feel sorry for the Iranians – a good, a kind and an educated people – who will have to endure another election where its theocratic tinpot dictators only allow their approved candidate to stand.
Somehow, the 1979 revolution has badly lost its way, and its people are right back in the same old mess they were put in by the UK and US in 1953 with the imposition of the Shah’s dictatorship.
A butcher of his own people and a Holocaust denier, Raisi’s going to be spending a very long time in Jahannam.
Good riddance to bad rubbish!
Lying Labour Scum Lying Again: Promising Stuff Passed Three Years Ago (And It Isn’t Even The British General Election Yet!)
(Breaking silence, though still too busy for blog stuff currently, soz)
Was going to call this ‘Train In Vain’ but that would be too obvious. Besides, The Clash were skeets.
With the party of all things woke and hypocrisy set to take over from the party of pandering to woke and hypocrisy, good time to be reminded that whatever the Manx branch of the vermin can do, their big brothers do far better.
Labour will create Great British Railways?
That’s kinda strange.
Cuz, don’t that already exist, with a website and stuff?
Um, and hasn’t this been around for sometime?
Um, and wasn’t this all announced a full three years ago?
(That rotting kipper is now the Defence Secretary. Scary, ain’t it?)
Lying Labour vermin lying as usual. Don’t expect things to change in Fool Britannia when they kick the Tory scum out.
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