Tuesday, April 26, 2022

The Child Abuse Industrial Complex



includes Miss gendering.

Formerly, this was a question of apology:

Oh, I do beg your pardon. I thought that you were a fully-grown man. Oh, what’s that,…my mistake again,…well, please accept extra apologies. It was the beard stubble that fooled me.

No problem, apology accepted. Even my therapist gets mixed up sometimes!

However, these polite days are past and this issue is now a legal matter. Schools can advise pupils on seeking legal remedy. Corridor posters provide information and speed dial connections to pro rata sexual gender insult lawyers.

Miss gendering is the most severe category of misgendering and is an immediate police matter. This will involve double-lawyering and double-lawyering fees. And double jail time.


I noted some news items recently that demonstrated that within schools this gender identification phenomenon has bypassed the ‘just seeking acceptance’ stage and, now weaponised, is seeking destruction of opposition by social shaming and lawfare. Only a short while ago this subject was a matter of, often light-hearted, bemusement when discussed amongst friends. However, as we come to realise that this was never about acceptance of the tragically confused*, but the vanguard of a different agenda, few are laughing now. And the tragic victims are not just the gender-afflicted pawns, but the good citizen and their family.

The child abuse industrial complex is a real thing and it really is well-established in your child’s school and educational department.

What think ye?


* We are a sympathetic people and acceptance was nearly always a given. The claims of rejection, or even outright hostility, are mainly propagandistic fabrications to plant guilt within us and justify the dystopic legislation which was ever the intent of those who stand behind this phenomenon.

Monday, April 4, 2022



What a time to be a little boy in nursery.


The Days of Broken Arrows


Toy guns, swordfights with sticks, chasing girls

are of the past –

Get over it!


Climbing walls, swinging on branches, throwing stones

all risky undertakings –

For safety’s sake, don’t!


Movies, legislation, TV news, the ‘educated’

feed his destroyers and crush his spirit –

Enough, toxic masculinity!


Gender choice: My trans son wears make-up.  Endocrine warfare

You thought you were a boy –

You were wrong!


Depression, lack of focus, withdrawal, delusion, the life online;

the planned and fated boys’ future –

Sterile, your kind gone. And good riddance!


Fist fights, militant enthusiasms, competitive, impulsive, testosterone

You thought you were a boy –

You are.


I’m your Witness!



I’ve just read a propaganda piece about a school teacher and gaylife advocate for childhood sexualisation claiming that nearly 2/3 of his students (his term) identify as LGBTQ+. Naturally, this apparent fact was celebrated with a Pride parade. His students were in the nursery, and so four and five years old. And obviously, from the viewpoint of those who dream of such a future sexualised world, an ideal age for introducing identity politics and gender dysphoria.

The children mentored (for want of a better term) by this activist-sexducator obviously will have no idea that they are involved in a battle for their minds – and their souls. However, they will be damaged just the same by the deliberately introduced confusion, if not arguably attempted removal, of an essential foundation of the developing personality; namely, that you are a boy or girl. Both terms, we now learn, are hate terms in the new school lexicon.

It’s hard enough being an infant; learning to share Lego and getting the wrong juice at snacktime is a sufficient developmental challenge without adding a daily existential crisis of sexual identity.

To ask the question about what sort of world these childhood sex advocates want to create is to already know the answer.

This little poem is my response.

What think ye?

Friday, March 11, 2022



In which your anonymous author imagines the unimaginable – a wee break from the classroom stress and educational garbage that accompanies the Scottish national curriculum.

Excellence Has a Day Off

 It starts with the register,

children’s names being substituted

for picnic items, fizzy drinks,

sandwich fillings and continental cheeses.

They are not fazed by the switch.


One maths lesson taught with

no reference to targets

children apparently fail to notice

its absence – perhaps they don’t care?

Those who finish early are tricked by,


not extra work, but extra free choice!

Playtime extended by ten minutes.

Milk and story time doubled.

Language lesson, no trick this time,

just a promise; finish early and play.


Lunch over, we go a walk in the woods

build a hut, then race back, Last’s a silly sausage ….. 

Next, Shakespeare verses parsed

from say, Romeo and Juliet,

Act out the same, for a laugh.


With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls,

for stony limits cannot hold love out.

Project proceeds without children

debating their own protocols, nor

stating Q I outcomes, they know already!

Teacher just teaches, flying the lesson

on experience. Somehow it lands okay.


The day passes with no reference

to the conveyer belt of pedagogic

balderdash that clichés our lessons.

No fires, no police, no children lost,

Excellence ends the day with a Beaujolais.    


You know what, Boys and Girls, let’s do it again. But don’t tell the head-teacher.


Talk about setting yourself up for a failure: The hubris of Scotland’s national curriculum, The Curriculum for Excellence, begs for divine correction. And, in a way, this is what has happened; with the educational system discredited, the profession demoralised and the pupils stressed and failed. The entire shekel plunder that is public education is deserving of mockery. And here I do my bit.

I have it on good authority that the sheer lack of common modesty (and not least the hubristic challenge) of The Curriculum for Excellence title was pointed out to the various government ministers, educational ‘experts’ and tax farmers responsible for its introduction, but you will not be surprised to know that these assorted imbeciles and dystopians followed their own advice.

PS. This poem is from my Relentless: The Death March to Educational Excellence. This genuinely excellent (honestly) book is a multi-media approach to the well-deserved mockery of our state schools. Here is a picture of the front cover. It is available if you click the Big Ride link at top right. 

Saturday, February 19, 2022

Viewing The Spectrum


The Spectrum:

If only it was an evil organisation, perhaps the Pupil Eco Committee could combat it.

However, and alas, 'the spectrum' describes the new pupil reality that finds a significant proportion of pupils credited to this shady group and apparently working for it as professional-level class disrupters, a task at which most excel. Why so many children, and especially boys, are arriving as basically psychiatric cases sporting a veritable alphabet of autist-like descriptive labels, ADD, ADHD, ODD, etc, and in need of various types of extra support (and funding), is a question that can be discretely asked (noting that walls have ears in school!), but cannot be honestly answered. Identifying the various environmental toxics, device radiation, late motherhood, broken families, intentionally single parents, phoney pedagogy, classroom stressors like BBC Newsround, the IT/TV existence and the whole panoply of a garbage lifestyle lived indoors, would not be permitted. And, not least, metabolic poisoning obtained by eating and drinking basically sugar. This is why I make no reference to these factors here.

(To those who propose genetic collapse as a factor, I present, as a contribution to the debate, the current batch of Scottish MPs.)

Precisely how many of these children are genuinely handicapped, as opposed to just some variety of strange that would be fixable by the simple remedy of fresh air, sunlight, exercise, proper food, sleep and discipline is a question that an old school teacher could answer, but would be more safely left nowadays to top dollar funded experts.

Of course, I do not wish to deny children support they need, but still wonder how much the diagnoses are linked to a feedback loop wherein artfully constructed (or disingenuous) definitions access funding and encourage a swarming class of professional beneficiaries allied to concerned, confused or (honestly) victimhood-seeking parents, each driving the other to create more of the same and hence further justify itself. The motivation and behaviour of any one actor (be they parent, teacher or health professional) within this loop may be entirely rational, even while the loop itself may be irrational– except if viewed as yet another manifestation of the society-destroying processes which shape our modern lives.

What think ye?


This reflection was inspired by a recent article that described the dramatic rise in autism diagnosed over the last generation as, in fact, mainly a rise in its reporting.

This allegedly based on two related phenomena; the social trend of shifting spectrum children, who would have formerly attended a specialist institution, into mainstream schools (aka, mainstreaming) with this development making such children more visible and leading in turn to concomitant changes in reporting protocols; and (as noted above) the politicisation and monetisation of definitions and diagnoses.  

While I find myself  in broad agreement with part of the author’s thesis, my Spidey sense tells me that she is more wrong than right; in that there is indeed a true rise in the numbers of such children for at least some of the reasons already referred to. The comments accompanying the article demonstrate how politicised (weaponised even?) such science has become with the protagonists seemingly unable to approach evidence free from partisan proselytising of their preferred societal agenda. One cannot ‘trust the science’ here. And it is for this very reason that I have abandoned to oblivion all such studies, where they pertain to education, as sources of either information or policy; preferring instead the scientific evidence of my own eyes and ears. 

Regardless, no useful ‘expert’ conclusion will ever be reached about this issue as autistic and related type pupils are among the many passengers locked aboard the runaway train to hell.

(The focus of the article was the USA, but its descriptions probably apply to anywhere in the West.)

Sunday, January 16, 2022


 Education System in shock as top teacher resigns from the GTCS

If one is a trained teacher and wishes to work in the state education system, one is required to be registered with the General Teaching Council of Scotland (GTCS). Depending on circumstances, the annual fee is paid by the registrant themselves or their employer.

Obviously, there should be regulation of entry to the profession and some oversight of teacher development and conduct; however, in common with most (all?) of our institutions charged with representing and protecting us, they now do the opposite. The why, how and who of this development is increasingly coming to the fore of our minds.

But what to do? Hence, my resignation:

With respect to your query regarding my decision to not renew my annual GTCS subscription:

I am responding to your request as a courtesy, but mainly for the sake of my conscience and partly as a reassurance to others who may read this, that they may know that they are not alone in their concerns.

I note with alarm the conversion of the GTCS from an administrative body usefully managing the list of those deemed qualified to teach to a globalist front promoting worthless science and destructive pedagogy. Through bureaucratic bloat, and leadership devoid of wisdom and moral courage, it has become the conduit for all the deceitful narratives and useless ideas that discharge into the classroom, making the very stress and dysfunction it absurdly reports on.  It is thusly a major contributor to the creation of a school culture at odds with reality and hence dependent on propaganda to carry its claims and policies.

I note with disappointment, but not surprise, that the GTCS in its pronouncements and comments on educational topics has not noticed any patterns behind the relentless fakery and Utopian deceptions. Apparently sees no issue with the ever more intrusive digital solutions proffered by our IT overlords. Nor noticed the countless millions spent on tomorrow’s educational garbage, or that every fix further embeds the problem. Endless waste, meaningless clichés and inevitable failure, all at top dollar, describes its Curriculum for Excellence mission.

No other generation of teachers has had to endure the infiltration and subversion of their workplace to the extent that ours has. And no other generation of pupils has had to endure such psychological manipulation in the deliberate politicisation and sexualisation of their worldview. Of this, far from opposing, or even questioning, the agenda behind this power, the GTCS cheerleads us ever forward into dystopia.

By fronting pieties for the multicultural cult and refusing to even mention the interests of Scotland’s native stock population, whether pupil, parent or teacher, the GTCS is a traitor to our country.

In short, in its major mission to Scottish education it is an enemy of our profession and our children. It has no legitimacy amongst teachers, as evidenced by the return rates for the election of its officers.

I deeply resented the money spent on the registration fee, and only did so by compulsion.

Now that I no longer have to, I won’t.

POSTSCRIPT: I invited the newly installed GTCS apparatchik-placeman (CEO), Dr Pauline Stephen, to comment on the points I made in my resignation. The reader is sure to know already the nature of her response.