Learning that the British Prime Minister was seeking the EU’s permission to delay Brexit further and threatening to cancel it altogether if she didn’t get her own way (about which I hope to see her in court), I thought I’d add some extra verses to the o-o-ol’ negro spiritual I’d mentioned in my 2004 Houston speech.
LET MY PEOPLE STAY
When Israel was in Egypt’s land Let my people go Oppressed so hard they could not stand Let my people go
Go down Moses Way down in Egypt land Tell old Pharaoh “Let my people go”
I have a confession to make. The night before the Brexit referendum, I prayed for divine intervention, suggesting one possible thing to the Lord (meaning the triune God of Christianity), in the context of a general prayer for Him to do something. I suggested His causing freak weather on polling day, affecting areas of the country where intended Remain voters were in the majority.
My report dated 4th October 2018 to Police Scotland of its own hate crime, in the form of a poster bearing Police Scotland’s logo that uses hate speech against religious people, is published here: Police Scotland’s hate crime.
Subsequent email correspondence from Police Scotland to myself in response to my hate crime report, consisting principally of what I refer to as standard fob-off emails 1 and 2, and from me in reply to Police Scotland’s two fob-off emails, is published here: Police Scotland’s bid to wriggle out of hate crime bust.
This morning, I received a typed letter from Police Scotland, by Recorded delivery.
Today is the centenary of the birth of my father, Dennis Allman.
(Saint) John Larkin, Attorney General of Northern Ireland
Lee v Asher’s – saved in the nick of time
For want of a nail the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe the horse was lost. For want of a horse the rider was lost. For want of a rider the message was lost. For want of a message the battle was lost. For want of a battle the kingdom was lost. And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
How easily it could have gone the other way!
A race against time
This post is made firstly to the glory of God and in thanks to Him, and secondly in loving thanks to John F. Larkin QC, presently and at all relevant times the Attorney General for Northern Ireland, for his willing instrumentality, skilful and timely, in what I believe to have been a gracious plan of God’s. Continue reading →
Following the Reverend David Robertson’s excellent example, along with at least one other person so far, I have reported to Police Scotland a hate crime committed by Police Scotland itself. I used the online form that is here. I encourage you all to do the same, even if you don’t live in Scotland. (Read on to find out why you don’t have to live in Scotland to report the crime.)
The hate crime concerned is the printing and display of the poster depicted. The victims of the hate crime are the people of faith against whom this intimidating, threatening, offensive, stereotyping, alarming and distressing hate-speech poster incites the reader to religious hatred.
I actually reported the poster twice, because the online form’s design compelled this: once in my capacity as a witness of the crime, and a second time in my capacity as a victim of the same crime. (I am both.)
It is argued by some who identify as Christians, that Christians should “apologise” to “LGBT people”, and march with them on their Pride marches, using this as an opportunity to share the gospel of Christ with them.
There appears to some biblical support for this new doctrine in the following passage from the recently-discovered Gospel according to St Judas.
Yesterday, I received the transcript of the judgment of Mr Justice Garnham on the day of the funeral of Alfie Evans, 14th May 2018. This concerns my unsuccessful application for an urgent injunction prohibiting the cremation of the remains of Alfie Evans, without a prior post-mortem examination. (At the time, I did not know whether a burial or a cremation was planned.) Continue reading →
Me (left), my three sisters. and the elder of my two younger brothers. Taken when I was approximately eight years old.
My younger son, Noah Cornelius David Allman, the day he was born
From left to right, Noah, me and two children whose parents were from Nigeria, cared for by a family friend
The photograph at the top of (nearly) every page of this blog, was taken at a BBC hustings in 2015, I was standing as “Let every child have both parents” candidate, for the party Restore the Family for Children’s Sake. The dazzling spotlight effect is caused by the alignment of the sun with a small window at the back of the church and a break in the cloud cover, at the exact time I was giving my two-minute self-introduction.
Exeter School, September 2016 Old Exonians reunion. I am holding a photograph of our victorious house cross-country team