The Exile

Ian Josephs is one of the giants in the battle against the social work filth, and his site contains plenty of information that a parent can use to at least make life difficult for the social work filth as they try to seize yet more children.

In an earlier posting I suggested some steps that pregnant women could take to protect their unborn child, but what about families with children who fear that the next knock at the door will be the social work filth and their posse of coppers? What steps should they take? Ian Josephs offers three bits of advice that I am pleased to reproduce here. None of what follows will serve to protect a child, but the advice might just allow a family to keep in contact.

Firstly, teach your child how to make a reverse charge telephone call to your home. As Ian points out it is a fairly straightforward operation, if you know how to do it. That means making sure that your children know the family's 'phone number, and then taking them to a public telephone box and showing them how to make that reverse charge call. Let them practise a few times until you are sure that they know what they are doing. At least that way they can get in touch with you after having been seized.

Secondly, create an easy to remember e-mail address that your child can memorise. If the child is called Jane, for instance, then "mumjane" would make a good, easy to memorise name. Ian goes on to use the example of mumjane@aol.com, but I think that a better idea would be to have a web based e-mail account such as Hotmail or Yahoo. An AOL account is only valid so long as the AOL bills are paid each month. Yahoo and Hotmail are both free, but you do have to remember to log into them at least once a month, otherwise they will become invalid.

Finally, and most heart-rending of all, make sure that when these creatures of the night arrive to seize your babies, you don't hand them over without a struggle. Keep telling the children that you love them, and force the social work filth to drag them screaming into the night.

Ian points out that the social work filth will lie to your children and tell them that you don't love them. By making the filth drag your children away, the memory of the event will be engrained in their memories. It is better to traumatise them in that way, says Ian, than to allow the social work filth to traumatise them into believing that you don't care for them.

It is horrible to have to reproduce such information, but as we have already seen in earlier postings, the social work filth are seizing child after child.

Will yours be next? Be prepared!

The social work filth are now kidnapping almost four new born babies a day in England and Wales, and over 75 children of all ages are being seized every single week by that same collection of human vermin known collectively as the social work industry. Most never see their parents again as they end up being fed into the forced adoption machinery.

On the surface there is no good news to report, but if we dig a little deeper we can see some small glimmers of light that parents can use to protect their offspring.

The first is that cases of children over the age of seven being put up for forcible adoption by social work filth are very few and far between. The filth know that finding new homes for children of that age is difficult, so they tend not to try. That is not to say that they will not grab older children and put them in care - after all, each lump of filth needs its very own case load to justify its position within the overall industry - but parents can relax a lot if their children are beyond babyhood.

It is the babies that we need to worry about, especially the ones who are still in their mothers' wombs. Given that seizure of newborns is very much the result of what seems to be almost a lottery, all pregnant women really should start thinking long and hard about what they will do if a lump of social work filth casts its loathsome eyes in their direction.

Now, it isn't up to me to tell any woman what she should do, but I can offer some general advice. The first is that everyone, pregnant or not, should have an emergency cash reserve. I used to call mine my "fuck you" money and I kept it during the 1970s to ensure that when the next redundancy notice hit me, I would have a wad of cash to supplement my dole. If a woman built up such a reserve before she became pregnant, then at least some of her worries would be over in the event of an attack on her unborn infant. Given that there is nothing that the filth can do to an unborn child, and that includes stopping the mother from leaving the country, a woman with a cash reserve can pick the moment of departure to suit herself.

How could she support both herself and her new baby? Well, if she doesn't have a skill that can be readily offered, then she had better damn well get one fast. The quickest because it only takes a maximum of six weeks to obtain is a CELTA. This Certificate in Teaching English to Adults is validated by the University of Cambridge and offered at hundreds of centres throughout the UK. The cost is about £1,250, and if it is done at International House then a job will be offered after qualification.

Don't get me wrong, I am not telling all and sundry to go off and become English teachers. What I am saying is that the social work filth are seizing over 75 children a week. So if you want to ensure that the fuckers don't get yours, then make sure that you have a backup plan to protect both yourself and your child.

Campaigning groups such as Mothers For Justice, an organisation that I mentioned in my last posting, might want to take up this idea as part of a publicity drive. If the international press got to hear that British pressure groups were advising pregnant women to look abroad, that being the only sure way of protecting their children, then it would turn the spotlight on the whole of the social work industry and its loathsome activities.

I had never heard of Mothers For Justice until a few days ago when one of their number got in touch with me. They are a pretty decent bunch of girls who fight against the evils of the Family Court system and the social work filth who cling to it like leaches to a corpse.

They have asked me to link to their site from this blog, and a permanent link has gone up on the sidebar. That said, I wanted to give them an extra plug, hence this posting. Believe me they deserve it.

People, Mothers For Justice are an organisation worth supporting - so let's do just that!

I've had an e-mail from a lady who uses the pen name Zoompad. She is the authoress of Tip, a thinly novelised account of a childhood spent under the thumb of social work filth. Now I have not read this book, but it is getting some decent reviews over at Amazon, so let's give both Tip and Zoompad a free plug.

Last month I wrote about my experiences with the social work filth and commented that:

There is something about middle class vermin that forces them to believe that their work has a utility and meaning above and beyond the money. Don't ask me to explain it but this sense of self worth is very, very fragile.

A friend of mine who blogs over at No Surrender has this to say by way of explanation:

Rather a nice paragraph, I feel, and one that sums up the world of the lower-middle-class cockroach rather well.

On the surface the case of Donna Morrell and Bonita, her baby daughter, seems like a victory for common sense over social work stupidity. However, that is only on the surface.

Donna took baby Belinda to hospital last Christmas Eve because she would not stop crying. In spite of being discharged by the doctors on duty, various social work scum then tried to stop Donna and her father from taking the baby home. When they defied the wishes of the all-powerful social workers the police were sent to their house and the baby ended up back in hospital for four days. Donna and her parents ended up getting arrested and accused of mistreating the baby.

Finally, once everyone but the Morrell family had finished enjoying their Christmas, the doctors declared that that baby had been well treated and the police concluded that there was no case to answer.

However, that is not enough for these social work vermin. They have decided that poor baby Belinda needs her very own lump of social work shit who will call regularly at the house to make sure that the Morrell family understands who is in charge.

Situations like this are now common in Britain. They will remain so until such time as the people decide that they have had enough of fat, lumpen, social work maggots who want to control their lives.

Good news in the war against the social work filth: Nottingham taxpayers are going to have to fork out damages to the mother of a new born infant who was illegally seized by the social work vermin just over a week ago.

As we reported at the time, the filth then found a compliant judge who gave them an interim order to seize the innocent, and the mother is still only allowed to hold, feed and caress her baby with permission of the two-legged cockroaches that pollute the air that decent people have to breath.

Nevertheless, a small victory has been won. The fightback is starting to take shape and the social work filth will soon start to feel the heat.

I can't post the photograph of little Crystal Walton because it breaks my heart to look at it, but here is the link. Crystal is the daughter of Ian and Sarah Walton who live in London. Their baby has been snatched by social work filth and is now being advertised like a New Year's bargain offer in the tabloid press. The Walton's have been presented by the courts with a gagging order, which is itself secret.

However, they are fighting back. The order putting their baby up for sale can be read here. The crystalwalton.com website is hosted in the USA and there is fuck all that anyone can do to take it down. Look at it and then look at the video of little Crystal, if your heart can take it and your eyes don't fill up with tears.

Ian and Sarah have a blog and an American website has devoted space to their cause. Please click over there and show your support. Ian has also produced a ribbon-banner which you can see on the top right of my blog. Click on it to go to his website.

Please, if you are a blogger, take that banner from this link and run it at your own site. There is a child that has been taken from her mummie and daddie by creatures of the night, creatures that do not deserve the name human. These creatures have an existence below that of the sewer rats and the maggots that feed off corpses. They are the evil ones, the social work filth.

They must be destroyed.

Following on from last night's posting, I see that British people are actually using new technology to good agitprop ends. I really should check these things out before I sound off, shouldn't I?

Sound recordings are easy to make and even easier to pass around. Vanessa Brookes is a blind woman who managed it, so if she can, there's no excuse for the rest of us to fail, is there?

Vanessa must have seemed like an easy mark for the social work filth. They had already managed to kidnap two of her children, so when she became pregnant again, Calderdale Council's filth must have thought that here was an easy grab.

However, Vanessa turned up at the meeting with the filth clutching a sound recorder and was able to secretly tape the sadistic, monotone voice of a genuine lump of social work filth as it taunted her with its plans for her child's future.

She made only one mistake: she uploaded the file to You Tube, and as we have already seen, that company will censor anything at the drop of a hat. Sure enough, the middle class maggots who serve as councillors were only too pleased to defend the middle class cockroaches in the social work industry and complain on their behalf to You Tube, who then pulled the video.

Not that it did them any good because it is now all around the fucking web: download it here in .wmv format or you can get it here as an .avi.

Not much is being written now about Vanessa. All we know is that shortly after her baby was born she vanished. We wish her well and hope that she stays hidden.

We know a lot more about the beautiful Fran Lyon because she started to use the media in a much more effective way. Not only that but she left the UK before her baby was born so the social work filth were unable to gag her - that is probably why even You Tube haven't censored her supporters.

Fran's use of the media started early on in her pregnancy when she involved both the Daily Telegraph and Daily Mail in her plight. At that time she appeared to be the voice of sweet reason itself, a good strategy, and one that brought her yet more media attention.

It didn't work and the social work filth were still determined to seize the child, so Fran left for a destination in Europe. From her place of refuge she now pores scorn on the filth that once she had to try and butter-up, and that same filth are trying to entice her back to the UK with all sorts of promises that this writer doesn't believe for a moment that they will keep. They have to get Fran and her daughter Molly back, otherwise other people may become defiant as well.

That said, the lack of a gagging order means that the videos are coming out thick and fast. People are getting the message that the social work filth can be taken on and beaten.

The agitprop value of what Vanessa Brookes did cannot be overestimated, hoever it did not force the creatures who had so tormented her into backing off. A better strategy was needed, and that is where Fran Lyon came in. By leaving the UK before her child was born she ensured that her cause continues to be debated today.

The operation was planned with military precision. It had to be as the social work filth were planning to force a mother to give up her eight-year-old son to a forced adoption. Time was of the essence because the mother, then pregnant with her second child, had been told by the filth that this new life would be seized the moment it emerged from her womb.

Pregnant as she was, the brave woman crept to her son's school and told him of the plan; she whispered it into his ear through the playground fence. The boy, who was a valiant as you might expect given the genes that he had inherited from his magnificent mother, kept quiet and crept quietly from the foster home were the social work filth had placed him against his mother's wishes.

This is where the husband comes into our story. He had a car waiting outside and he drove hell for leather to Paris. Leaving his family there he returned to face the music in England.

At his trial for daring to question the authority of the filth, the judge pontificated that: "Such proceedings taken by a local authority must be respected by parents".

There we have it: as this blog has said many times before, this is about power; about subjugation; about forcing people to obey the edicts of the all powerful social work filth.

However, have they overreached themselves this time? The reason I ask is that this is not a poor family living on a council estate. The husband is a businessman and his wife was described in the Daily Telegraph's report as "a professional". The Telegraph is usually pretty careful with its language, and probably wouldn't use that concept to describe a schoolteacher, council manageress or similar pathetic lower-middle-class creature grasping for status. The wife is likely to be a true professional, a doctor, lawyer or university don. What that means is that both she and her husband are probably going to be the very articulate type of people that newspapers and television most enjoy interviewing.

Will this couple act as the symbol? Will the husband write letters from his prison cell and hang the consequences? Will his wife be calling press conferences from wherever her place of refuge is? Actions like that are what we need if popular outrage is to be thoroughly awakened. That said, and given everything that has happened to this couple, we cannot expect too much from them.

However, we can hope.

Update, 4.30am:

The mother has been in touch with the Daily Mail to report on her life as an exile. Her daughter was born in November of last year and since then the mother and her two children have been changing addresses somewhere in Europe every two weeks. If caught and returned to the UK she faces seven years in jail for her defiance: people, this lady needs help.

The baby was just two hours old when social work filth kidnapped him. He was dragged from his mother's arms at 4.00am and spirited away by these creatures, these vampires who do their work in dead of night. Luckily the mother had retained council in anticipation of this vileness being performed and her lawyer immediately obtained a high court injunction that returned the new born to his mother. Mr Justice Munby ruled that the social work filth "should have known better" than to seize a child without any court order at all.

However, nobody must challenge the authority of the social work filth: the filth gives the orders and woe betide anyone who dares to challenge their power. They scrambled to a country court and found a judge who would return the baby to their loathsome clutches.

The filth have now said that they will "continue to prioritise the baby's welfare and continuing support for his mother". Translated into simple English the filth now wish to run the mother's life for her as well as her baby's. How else are we to read this insolent guff from what is nothing more than a coven of lower middle-class polytechnic scum?

The mother has been promised a decision later in the year, and her lawyers are working on her behalf, so the filth may not achieve a final victory. However, in the meantime the social work filth who were involved in this atrocity will be able to sit back and congratulate each other. For the moment defiance has been crushed. Obedience enforced. All power to the social work filth.

Cheers to Anonymous at this posting for the tip. Readers should also consider the comments left at this Daily Telegraph account.

I must admit that this week has been an unexpected pleasure. I never expected when I first wrote about the social work filth back on Tuesday that it would cause such a storm amongst their supporters. The fact that it has suggests to me that these creatures realise that this is an issue that could be used by British working class groups - and that frightens the fuckers.

My postings here even spilled over into that wonderful world of wank known as Harry's Place. Quite how my money blogging negates my politics is something that only a webmong could understand.

The good thing about this as a campaigning issue is that what the issue needs to kick it off is that wonderful oxygen known as publicity. It is the perfect blog issue in other words.

I am going to get in touch with the groups that campaign against the social work filth and the state sponsored kidnapping of working class children. Maybe we can set up a nationwide set of groups in every city and on every council estate to fight the filth?

The thing that we need to remember is that these creatures are only brave when they arrive at people's door with a gang of coppers in tow. If each and every piece of social work filth knew that all their actions would be opposed by the local population, then people will see them shit their loads in fear.

What we need is an issue that will give our people their confidence back. Organising against social work filth may just turn out to be exactly what we have been looking for.

This week has turned into a long attack on the social work industry and the two-legged cockroaches who work for it. Going back to what became the first essay in this series, it is possible that the week's work has only served to reinforce the argument that was put forward then. Namely that it would make good political sense for a working class political body to use the social work filth as a rallying point for political action.

Why do I suggest doing over the social work industry? Basically because they are the most doable. They are loathed by just about every working person, especially the women who have children. The issue of the state kidnapping working class children and giving them up for adoption to middle class families should be one tailor made for any working class organisation.

An attack on them is not only an act of liberation for us, but it can be presented in the very positive way that these creatures consume resources without producing anything of value in return. We could go on and consider all the derelict factories, mills and mines where our people want to work and then point out that the budget that a city wastes each year on social work filth could be spent on reopening some of those plants.

If the ideology is presented in that light, namely that we are removing parasitic leaches, and using the money saved to create hope for our own futures, then we could be onto a political winner with such a strategy.

Introduction

Like all predators the social work filth prey on the very young and the very old. I often think of them as Britain's jackals, with a city substituting for the African plains. My experience of these creatures is limited to their attacks on an elderly man - my father - and should not be used as an example of how a father should defend his child. The reason why I say that is that the filth are looking for any excuse to seize a baby and give him for adoption to creatures of their own class. The tactics that I used to defend my father will probably not work in the case of a child: so be careful before adopting any of them.

Background

I moved to Mexico in 1992, but returned to the UK to job hunt in the middle of 1995. By then my eldest son had been born and he was fretting while I was away so I nipped back to Mexico City and arranged with the wife that I would have him in Manchester with me for an indefinite period.

My dad was then very old and frail, but mentally he kept his faculties right up to the end. He wanted to live in his own house, but unfortunately his increasing deafness had brought him into contact with Oldham's social work filth. That filth wanted him in a nursing home so I took up the cudgels on his behalf.

The main lump of social work filth that used to pollute the air that I breathed was a large lump of human excrement that was so fucking ugly it probably had to get its vibrator pissed. It called at the house every week, asking interminable questions. My problem was that I didn't know quite what I was dealing with, and I had no idea what its powers as a lump of social work filth were.

As I opposed the creature's wishes it began to ask questions about my son; where he slept, what we did, things like that. I can recognise a none too subtle threat when I hear one and took the message to heart that if I didn't start to do as the social work industry wished, then that industry would go after my two-year old baby son. As soon as it had left the house I called the wife in Mexico and arranged for her to fly over here and collect the baby.

Leaving Manchester Airport with my son's cries still ringing in my ears I felt a cold anger and decided that come what may, shit was going to happen. Getting back to the house I was on my way to the toilet when the creature rang. As I listen to it prattle I remembered that at no time had any lump of management filth ever had the temerity to call me at home - and this two-legged cockroach was calling me up when I was on my way to have a shit! That did it: fuck the consequences - this was war!

Contempt - Humiliate - Attack

As a worker my policy towards management scum was summed up by those three words. Bastard work was where I went to get my money. Management scum always knew that my interest in bastard work started and ended with that wage packet. Few ever became insolent towards me, but on the rare occasions when one did, then a policy of humiliation and attack was my reply. My contempt they were used to: they got it every fucking day.

Contempt:

This policy began at a quite wonderful thing called a case conference that involved any number of middle class parasites and me. I had been told that people normally dressed up for these occasions, so I kicked to ball off by turning up in jeans and an old shirt with three days' worth of growth on my face. Before going in I took some bicarbonate of soda and sat there scratching my balls ostentatiously and farting every few minutes.

Humiliation

It was downhill all the way from then on in. I used to speak to them with a voice that dripped of venom and hatred. I mixed contempt and humiliation together by always calling those creatures who were female "darling" and always commented on how fat they were. I would ask them if they had problems finding shags? On one memorable occasion I told one creature that if it had the last cunt on earth I would sooner have a wank - you should have seen its face - it was a fucking hilarious site to behold.

The humiliation was mainly to do with the creatures' educational attainments, or rather the lack of them. I used to enjoy sitting there - scratching my dick, naturally, and commenting on how sad it must be to go though life being physically repulsive and a poly graduate as well. The aim - always - to humiliate using whatever words would achieve that end.

Let's be honest and admit that this is a pretty easy task. There is something about middle class vermin that forces them to believe that their work has a utility and meaning above and beyond the money. Don't ask me to explain it but this sense of self worth is very, very fragile. It can be degraded easily with a few mocking questions, but I discovered that a far better approach was to adopt a tone of mock jocularity. As if I knew that they were akin to pigs with their snouts in the public trough. As if I expected them to know it as well...

Attack

Always I attacked. I explained in an earlier posting how my use of press releases kept the creatures on the hop. To summarise here, we got to the stage where I was inventing sources within the social work industry and then presenting them to the press as if they were real. The tales were plausible and the filth were investigating each other to see who was leaking information to me. Nobody was - but I had studied my class enemy so closely that I could second guess their actions.

So, by combining these three strategies I slowly wore the social work filth down. One of them asked me what end I had in mind, and I told it that there was no end. The purpose of conflict with middle class filth is more conflict with middle class filth. War without end... Just like having a fucking job all over again. . .

That may have been what changed the creatures' attitudes towards me. By the end they were nice and quiet and respectful as is only fitting when a creature speaks to a working man.

The End. . .

The end came with a whimper, rather than a bang. By the end of 1996 I had been away from my son for almost a year. Although he was then only three, he pestered his mother to call me and used to cry over the telephone. I had to go back.

I left my dad with a young couple who moved into the house and helped him get around. That lasted until early 1997 when they moved on and dad agreed to go into a nursing home as a temporary measure. I had any number of creatures calling me in Mexico telling me that. Very nice they were, and I always used to wash my arse so that it was nice and clean before they kissed it. I told them that I was coming over to try and talk him into living in Mexico City and nobody had the balls to object. I arrived in the UK and sadly my father died a few days later.

There was no great victory. What happened was that a few lumps of lower middle class shit were taught to be respectful and to remember their place.

That was a victory of sorts.

Last night's shocking account of how social work filth are kidnapping working class children and then giving them to middle class families to adopt is still preying on my mind. I did a bit of research and came up with some links that you might want to keep handy.


The Families and Social Services Information Team (FASSIT)

Founded in 2005, FASSIT should be your first port of call if you have trouble with the social work filth. They will provide e-mail support to families who are suffering the filth's unwanted attentions, and can provide specialist help. The people behind this organisation all have first hand experience of the social work industry's crimes, and are on your side. My advice is to get in touch with FASSIT the moment an overweight lump of social work shit knocks on your door.

Ian Josephs

One man's website with lots of useful links. I like this site because Ian, like me, is a Britain who lives abroad, but who has never forgotten the need to fight the good fight where it is most important: at home!

Stop Injustice Now

A campaigning group that makes videos and organises demonstrations. The social work filth want you to think that you are alone, and that only they have the power. Just click on the link to see that this is not the case.

False Allegations Support Organisation (FASO)

FASO has a help line that is open from 6.00pm to midnight, Monday to Friday. Call them on 0870 241 6650. Remember, the sooner you get help, the better your chances are of fending off an attack by the social work filth. The site also has an incredible set of links that you should check out.

Unity-Injustice

I mentioned this site last night, but it deserves another mention. As do its brave founders.

The fightback against the internal colonialists has already begun. These organisations exist to help you, but what we need - and I am sorry to labour the point - is a party that represents the urban working class. A party that will harass, abuse and seek to destroy the middle class in general, starting with the social work filth. Do you remember how we used to treat the management vermin in the days when we had jobs? Well, that is the treatment that these two-legged cockroaches need to receive.

Tammy Coulter was one such case. That's her on the left of the photo, with her mother, Ivonne. Tammy, who was called Cheri-Louise in those days, was seized by social work filth and given to a middle class family to raise. Those people changed her name and told her that her parents had abused her.

However, Ivonne never stopped searching for her lost daughter and finally when Cheri-Louise/Tammy was 17 the two were reunited. Tammy then left the people who were holding her and returned to her mother.

This is one story that has a happy ending. A ending made even nicer by the fact that mother and daughter are suing the shit out of Nottingham Social World Filth. The problem with that is not that they will receive, we hope, a sum of money; it is that the individual filth who stole Cheri-Louise all those years ago will continue collecting their wages every month.

On the other hand, maybe not. These two very brave ladies have set up a campaigning group called Unity-Injustice to give the social work filth the one thing that they cannot stand: publicity. They are highlighting case after case where our children have been seized, held in detention, and in many cases given away to cockroaches to raise as their own.

Cases like that of a 71 year old grandfather who has been sent to prison for two years for contacting his 15 year old grandson. The boy will have to be released from custody when he is 16, but the social work filth wanted to stop the grandfather publicising the fact that the lad had been abused whilst in their custody. They might have kept it a secret if it hadn't been for this new campaign.

The oxygen of publicity is the one thing that these creatures do not like. Let's give them plenty of it. Let's talk about Chris Smith who was told that he could not have his two sons back because he couldn't care for their emotional needs, whatever the fuck that means. It doesn't mean anything of course. It is a meaningless phrase put out by social work filth to show working class people who is in charge. As I said last year, the social work filth:

Making a political video is easy: you just get a few boring buggers around a table and then send everyone who watches it to sleep. Let's look at some new ideas for political video...

Probably some of the most effective, subversive video has been produced not by politicos, but by bored out of their skulls night workers employed at the Somerfield chain of supermarkets. The point here is not that these are technically well crafted examples of agitprop video. They are not, and most break all the rules of video shooting - cameras wobble, zoom lenses are overused and the sound quality is atrocious.

That said, they are wildly popular amongst the target audience, which consists of young, bored out of their skulls working class people. They encourage others to treat their employer with the same contempt as these Somerfield people do. That's all...These videos will never encourage the revolution, but if they help to engender a little bit more contempt for the boss class they will have served their purpose.

As you can see, agitprop video doesn't have to be dull and boring. You can be having a laugh and a joke while you are filming - so long as the laugh and the joke is at the enemies' expense.

Let's think about some ideas, shall we? The social work filth make good, easy targets because everyone hates them anyway. Can you grab some footage of one fat ugly social worker walking next to a thin ugly social worker? If you can then stick the Laurel and Hardy theme to it and a mocking title at the end. Bingo - you have a clip that people will watch, will pass around, and which will make your local social work filth feel humiliated.

Ridicule is a potent weapon, so use it as much as you can. We don't have to play by their rules, in fact it is much better for us if we don't. Most people who have crossed swords with social work filth will have received a letter at some point that explains just how "well trained" they are. OK, so find some old woman who can remember going to a chimp's tea party at her local zoo. The chances are that the chimp keeper will have used those very words when explaining how the monkeys were persuaded to sit around the table.

Your video could then go:

1. Shot of a person reading from the letter.
2. He asks the camera what "highly trained" means?
3. Interview with old person.
4. Return to original person, who says that he is still baffled. Are social workers more highly trained than chimps?

A video like that could run less than a minute. If an issue with the council is simmering, a video like that could just help it bubble.

The middle class has a low tolerance for mockery and questions about their status, so let's give them plenty of both. In a previous posting I mentioned the matter of Codie Stott, the Salford schoolgirl who was arrested for asking the wrong questions at school. Reading a little bit more into the case, it now turns out that when young Codie asked her question, she was greeted by a teacher who screamed the refrain: "That's racism! You're going to get done by the police"

Come on people, this is too good to miss. A video recreating that scene, shot in someone's kitchen, would be well worth the effort. The comic possibilities are just endless - and that is the whole point - it is about using mockery to undermine the middle class's fragile sense of self worth.

These are just a few ideas, and I am sure that you can come up with a lot more. Use video as part of your community campaign: you know it makes sense!

People, let's forget about the community newsletter - video is what people watch, either on YouTube or via their mobile 'phone or I-pod. Your videos should run for between 30 seconds and about five minutes. Yes, that's right, because anything much over five minutes runs the risk that the viewer will lose interest. Sorry, folks, today's generation have been brought up on music videos and have the attention span of a lobotomised goldfish.

Assuming that you know very little about video making, let's start with the basics. If you don't have a video camera, you might like to buy one that uses the MiniDV system. They are the most popular cameras on the market so go with the flow has always been The Exile's way of thinking.

If you don't have a camera and are unemployed, then a second hand Digital 8 video camera is fine. The cassettes are bigger than the MiniDV's version - so is the camera come to that - but other than that the two systems are virtually the same.

Another option is to use a digital still camera because many of them will also shoot video. Just check that your camera isn't one that only shoots very short clips. Most Sony cameras allow you to shoot so long as there is space on the memory stick. For instance a one gig stick allows for about 45 minutes of recording time.

The disadvantage of using a still camera's video function is that you cannot usually connect an external microphone to the camera. That said, if your subject is close, you can pick up their voice with the camera's internal microphone. It is just not as good, that's all. However, if you are not videoing someone speaking on a noisy street, or if you decide to add a music soundtrack of your own later, using a still camera is very much an option.

All of the above types of camera will do. However, two types will cause problems and should be avoided. The first is the video camera that uses a DVD disk. Editing those videos is such a pain that they are to be avoided at all costs. The second type to give a body swerve to is the camera that has an internal memory and which records the files in MP4 format. Getting editing programmes for this format is expensive; finding a converter so that you can put your video out in the popular MPG or WMV is just as hard. Just don't use them, OK?

Having got your gear, there are two mistakes that people make when they start to shoot video. The first is they waft the camera about like a fart in a breeze. People, keep the fucker still! Your eyes may dart from place to place, but if you do that with the camera you will make your video unviewable. Shoot clear shots with the camera angle set before you press the record button. Once you have pressed it, don't move the camera and hold it very, very steady.

The second mistake the folk make is using the zoom - "Look, my camera has a zoom," they seem to be saying.

Yes, I know it has a fucking zoom, and I'm telling you not to use it. As with waving the camera around it makes the footage unwatchable.

If you must zoom and pan, then do it very, very slowly and not very often. Far better not to use these techniques at all until you become more expert at film making.

You have finished shooting. Now you need to get the raw footage into your computer for editing. If you used a still camera, then the MPG files will load in the same way that photographs do. If you have a video camera, it is a bit more complicated, but not much.

If your computer runs on Windows XP then you have a programme called Windows Movie Maker. Open it, connect your camera to the computer via the cable that came with it and then switch the camera on. WMM will pretty much do the rest. I advise you to switch off the create clips function - record the footage as one file.

Movie Maker will ask you what the settings are for your recording and will offer you a "best quality for playback on my computer" option. Ignore that and go to "other settings". There you should choose "Video for local playback (2.1 Mbps)" as this is the best quality.

Once the footage is on your computer, then you can use Windows Movie Maker to edit it, add titles, stick in a voice-over or add music. You can also add fades and dissolves to make scene changes easier on the eye. Just play around with the programme until you feel happy at using it.

Windows has a special page devoted to Movie Maker which is well worth studying. You can find it here.

Very well, now you have your finished video - how do you distribute it?

The first way is via YouTube and for that you should convert your WMV file into an MP4. This is easy, just download the Videora Converter, which is a free programme. I would suggest that for YouTube you should set the conversion rate at a high quality - it will make for a big file but once YouTube has it they will convert it to Flash Media and it will look better on the computer monitor if your file has been of a high quality to begin with.

What did you say? You can't download YouTube videos? Well, there are programmes out there that allow you to do that, but the quality is crap. Why not make a version for people to watch on their mobiles and I-Pod Videos? Most of these devices use MP4 as their standard, so just run the file through the Videora Converter again, but this time choose a lower rate that will make for a smaller file. Remember, if they are watching the video on a small screen, you don't need a very high quality video.

What about the people who want to watch your epic on a computer? Run the file through Windows Move Maker one more time and set the capture to about 512 KBS. At that rate the video is just about watchable at full screen, but looks much better at half-screen. Play around until you find the best quality for your needs.

Finally, upload your video files to a server - they are plenty of them about that offer free web space. Besides, how can you call yourselves a community group if you don't have your own web page? Geocities gives you 15 meg and Lycos gives you 20 megs.

Up next - some ideas to think about for videos. Meanwhile I have some videos of my own that you might like to see. In all cases, just click over to the page and follow the link at the bottom to get the video.

The first was shot using a digital still camera, and consists of views of a lake in my area. The second is the ruins of Teotihuacan, and was shot using a video camera. Both videos have music soundtracks that I added.

Following on from my last posting, if matters do come to a head on a council estate because the social work filth are attacking our children, then any attempt to prescribe action will fail. It will fail because what is likely to happen is that some father, outraged at the way his family is treated will explode in some way or another. The press will get involved, the TV, and any local political group that is involved with the family will only have to play catch-up to an agenda that will be media led.

In a situation like this, a group needs to understand basic media techniques, and the most basic of all is the press release. If written properly a press release will be used by the local newspapers as is - so make sure that you know how to create them.

The basic format of your press release should always be the same. This is mine:

1. At the top of the page you have the name of your group in headline text and below it, in a slightly smaller font, the words "Press Release". You can call it a news release if you want to because sometimes the TV and radio get a bit twitchy if you don't.

2. Below this on the left side you should have, contact, address, telephone, e-mail. Always issue your press releases under one person's name - that way the local hacks can get in touch with an individual with whom they will build up a relationship over time.

3. Put in a horizontal line at this point. That way the journalist knows that the basic information is over and the release is about to begin.

4. Below the line put in the headline. Use a size 14 font.

5. Next comes the text, in a 12 font. Try to write as if you were the jounalist - you want them to use your text verbatim for the story. Keep it simple, keep it sweet, but remember that you are an agitator, so you can use synonyms to alter the readers' perceptions.

Let me give you an example. Back in 1996 Oldham social work filth were trying to get my late father into a nursing home. I decided that a shot across the bows was in order and sent out a press release to the two local newspapers.

The headline read:

"Oldham social work industry seeks to force war veteran into a workhouse."

Now let's look at the language used here. The first thing we note is my use of "industry" instead of "department". That was deliberate and aimed at undercutting the the social workers sense of self importance. If you look back to the previous posting, you will see that I argue that central to the middle class sense of worth is the notion that what they do is morally good - take that away from them and you have hit their morale. Thus whenever a met a piece of social work filth I would always adopt a matey, jocular tone with them. As if I understood that they were just timeservers and jobsworths, leaching off the public purse. That attitude started with this press release.

Secondly we have the war veteran reference: my father was a veteran, and this aimed at putting him on a higher level than a mere "old man". He was an old man, but he was also a war veteran.

Finally the use of the word workhouse should be considered. It still strikes fear into many old people's hearts and conjurs up images of breaking rocks for a night's bed. That was why I used it: I knew that it would provoke an immediate sympathy for him amongst the elderly.

The first paragraph of the release read:

Charles Bell (81) thought that he had seen the last of conflict the day he stood on Lunebourg Heath in 1945 and watched the German army stream in to surrender. However, he had reckoned without the actions of Oldham social work industry, who are determined to force old soldier Charlie into a workhouse.

Note how Charles Bell became Charlie? The idea was to make him friendly - good old Charlie, nice old Charlie, decent old Charlie. First I used his formal name because I wanted the notion of soldier Charles Bell to be drummed home, but after that it was all about poor, persecuted Charlie.

Note also how language from the headline is repeated in that first paragraph - ram the message home, people!

My press release caused quite a stir. The Oldham Chronicle telephoned me in Mexico and did an interview. They ran the story in their own words, but the free sheet used my exact press release - so after that I mainly sent stories to them and they always ran them.

It got to the stage where I invented "sources close to Oldham Council," and "a social work source" and the social work filth went wild. They started an internal investigation to find out who was leaking information. Nobody was - I made it all up!

So press releases work and they should form to first line of attack for any group seeking to further agitate the waters.

However, and here is the kicker, they only work if they are about matters of public interest. So find the local issue, whatever it is, and use it to your advantage.

It should be the proudest day of any mother's life: the day her baby says "mummie" for the first time. For one British working class mother the day is seared into her memory because it was also the last time she saw her two year old daughter. The child has been seized by social work filth, on spurious charges, as was her sister within an hour of that child's birth. The police tried to find evidence to validate the state-sponsored kidnappings, but even they, long experts at finding grounds to fit-up the innocent, could find nothing in this case. In January of this year they announced that no prosecution would be forthcoming.

The social work filth then responded to this by placing the babies with prospective adopters and the innocent parents received a voicemail message telling them that all visiting rights would cease. They have not seen their babies since. Their lawyers have told them that the chances of recovering their babies are slim. However, they have been told by the social work filth that if they have any further children they "may" be allowed to keep them. How nice it was of this filth to give their permission in that way. And doesn't it just tell you who is in control of working class people in working class districts? The couple may have another child and the social work filth may decide to let them keep that child. Permission has been thus been granted, and thus control over our lives by this new colonial administrative class has been further demonstrated. Instances of class power like this are becoming all the frequent in Britain today.

Living in a working class district in Britain is increasingly similar to living in a colonial territory during the days of empire. The residents are the natives, the kaffirs, the chavs, and the colonial administrators are the teachers, police, social workers and assorted council officials, all of whom parachute into the territory in the morning, and then scuttle out as quickly as possible at day's end. Even the councillors, the men and women who are supposed to legitimise these characters' actions, are increasingly outsiders who do not live in the wards that they ostensibly represent.

To make matters worse, the working class response to a polity that no longer even pretends to do anything other than toss them a few scraps has been to disengage from politics completely. Into the vacuum has stepped a new breed of party member. By and large he is polytechnic (semi) educated and employed in local government as a teacher, social worker or generic manager. He lives in a nearby authority and runs for office in that council. He has more in common both culturally as well as economically with the teachers, social workers and council officers that he is supposed to supervise, than he does with the council tenants who voted for him. As types like this expand their influence, yet more working class people withdraw from politics.

In a strange way, this may turn out to be of benefit to working class activism in the long run. Mobilising our people on the basis of unemployment or economic inequality doesn't work. The reason is that unemployment and underemployment are the default setting for most working people during most of their lifetimes. Almost every generation undergoes at least one recession - those of us who were unemployed in the 1980s were told by our fathers what it was like in the 1930s. Some of us railed against our lot, but most just made their lived tolerable by tightening their belts and reverting to the default position of acceptance.

Put another way, if working class people do become involved in class politics again, then it will not be on the basis of their economic uncertainty alone. They are used to that and accept it as naturally as they accept the spring rains.

What may bring about a change are new factors that are related to the way that working class people are increasingly controlled and managed in their home districts. This brings us back to the notion that parts of Britain are little more than colonial territories, that the people who live there are the natives, and that the council officials are the colonial administrators.

Had these administrators left people alone and just concentrated on collecting their inflated wages, then this argument would not be viable. The fact is that they can't do this because an essential component of lower middle class ideology is the notion that whatever they are doing has to be justified in some moral sense. To this we might add the sheer sense of knicker moistening power that these creatures must feel as they exercise their control over our lives. Middle class self righteousness and the euphoria of power: it's a powerful combination.

The enemy has chosen to use our children to coerce obedience into us and as an example of their power over us. That was there big mistake because this is the one issue that should force the working class to begin its resistance. The number of instances where middle class scum have attacked us via our children is growing, and leads this writer to conclude that virtually all working class districts must have instances that can be used as mobilisation issues.

In Salford, one schoolgirl was arrested for saying something in class that these creatures did not like. Codie Stott, a Salford girl, had the temerity to ask a teacher why she could not be taught in her own language. A week later, no doubt following various discussions between various parasitic polywallahs, all cheerfully getting in on the act to prove how important they are, the girl was arrested and held for an afternoon before being rel